#i think he could have won if every bake he was meeting the prompt exactly and not doing extra

[davidtennantpussytulpa]

YIPPEEE bakeoff ended just as it should have

#spoilers in tags 🤭 #i think maxy or janusz should have been there instead of abdul BUTTTT. its okay bc he didnt win #i didnt hate him or anything i actually really liked his personality but i just dont think he ever really did anything to stand out #he just kinda stayed in the middle with his consistency and beat out maxy and janusz on their off weeks #maxy baby you should have been there. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEENNN THEREEEEE 😭😭💔 #but syabira ive been rooting for since the beginning im SOOO SO happy she won #and im glad sandro was there bc i think he’s incredible i love him sm #i think he could have won if every bake he was meeting the prompt exactly and not doing extra #but i think its even more impressive that he did extra almost every time and STILL finished and it was STILL good if not way better than a #lot of the others #i just think it says a lot that everyone came on here to challenge themselves and sandro was like hm. actually not enough of a challenge for #me. like i just like that he could have won but didnt bc he was trying to challenge himself every step of the way :)) #ANYWAYSSSSSS SYABIRA YAAYYYYY YIPPEEEE I LOVE U SOOO MUCH CUTEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!!!! 😊😊🥳🥳🥳

[orange-axolotl]

This idea is based of this post! A huge thank you to @tack-tick who inspired me to write this and @dreamsmp-au-ideas for giving them a platform to put it on.

tw: hurt/no comfort, major death warning, I put smajor in place of Sclatt because i saw some cool ideas of him being Phil’s brother somewhere, a role reversal au.

ao3 link

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Wilbur’s lost count of how many portals that he’s moved through at this point. The endless voids of stars and the sickening purple swirls that he’d raced through all blurring together as he moves through world after world. 

It’s been two weeks since he’d received the letter from Technoblade that had prompted the mad dash. He’s read it so often that he can recite it by memory, can see where Techno’s always steady hand had smeared ink. 

‘Dad’s not doing too well. Things aren’t going the way that we had planned. It might help us out if you could by. The sooner would be better.

 - Technoblade.’

Most people wouldn’t find that alarming, some would even scoff at the way that Wilbur - a relatively soft musician in a family of warriors - is rushing to help the mighty and untouchable Technoblade. 

There are only three people in the world who could read the warning signs, the red flags, the imminent danger in his brother’s words. It’s the reason that Wilbur had received the letter instead of the several more powerful people that Technoblade knows.

As soon as he’d gotten it he’d called on every single connection that he has, pulled on old favors, tracked down any kind of help that he could find. At every turn there was helpless shrugs and advice to not go anywhere near that server. Blocked from the common every man in a way that it hadn’t been at the beginning. 

He places the ender eyes and does his best to focus on the sketches that Niki had sent him. The bare outlines of a podium, the white house in it’s half - glory (Tubbo and Phil) and it’s half - disatrous (Quackity) state. The flag that he’d designed.

His breath catches as his feet find air. He thinks of his father’s glorious iridescent black wings, Tommy’s barking laughter, Techno’s deadpan jokes. The smell of freshly baked bread.

The end swirls around him, stars twisting around him at a breakneck speed. 

Phil’s voice starts to echo all around him a moment later.

“I think that there really was something special about it, ya know?” Phil says, sad and melancholic, “The way that we all built it from the ground up. The way that we managed to keep Dream from stepping all over us, but I think that - I think that eras passed us by.”

“Phil?” Wilbur calls out, struggling to keep his eyes open. “What are you doing?”

A beat of silence.

A whispered, “Wilbur?”

“No, it’s one of your other sons. Yes, it’s me.” Wilbur says, the stars finally slow down until they’re merely turning around him. “I’ve been looking for you guys for so long. It’s a bitch of a thing to get on a server without being whitelisted.”

“Wilbur, mate, you really should go home.” Phil says. It takes far too long before Wilbur realizes that he’s crying. “There’s not really much to be done here.”

Oh gods, Wilbur doesn’t think that he’s ever once heard Phil cry. 

“Where are you?” Wilbur calls. He doesn’t know if the stars are actually closing in on him or if it’s a trick of the void. He doesn’t much care when he has a crying father to try to talk too, “Dad, where are you? Where are the others?”

“We’re in L’manberg,” Phil says, catching on the word. “You wouldn’t know exactly where I am. I - Wilbur. I think that it’d be best that you stay out of the Dream SMP for right now. You can try again in a day or two -”

Wilbur’s feet finally meet stone, but much more importantly his eyes are fixated on the black feathers of his father’s wings. The feathers are all in disarray in a way that Phil would never let happen. Wilbur isn’t naive enough to think the dark red smeared against the back is anything other than blood. 

The room that they’re in doesn’t look like anything that’s been described to him. There are words carved into the wall shadowed so Wilbur can’t make out more than a few words. His hands start shaking when he realizes that they’re the semi - joking lyrics that Wilbur had sent to him, months ago now, after they’d won the war. Wilbur had insisted that they’d need a national anthem. 

“How’d you get in?” Phil asks. 

“I - I hacked my way in,” Wilbur says, taking a careful step forward. He has to duck so he doesn’t hit the top of the ceiling. “Phil, what the fuck is going on?”

“Stay back!” Phil snaps, whirling around as the sound echoes in the small space. The instinct to obey that voice has Wilbur taking two steps back. Phil swallows, a few tears trailing down his cheeks, he attempts a horrible facsimile of a smile. “Wilbur, we won.”

“You don’t seem very happy about that?”

“Scott - Scott’s dead, Wilbur.”

Wilbur’s heart drops into his stomach. He has to grab at the edge of a wall to keep himself steady as the words slam into him like a blow. “What?” he whispers, “But I thought you were going to take him in peacefully?”

“He didn’t want that,” Phil says, tragedy written into the deep-set wrinkles of his forehead and in the bags under his eyes. “He made sure that we wouldn’t be able to take him in.”

Wilbur forces himself to focus on Phil. He has too because otherwise the grief would overwhelm him. He still doesn’t know how his vibrant, extroverted, and fun - loving uncle had turned into the cold tyrant that he’d been told about. 

Instead he focuses on the way that Phil looks like he might turn into dust at any moment. His bucket hat is wrinkled and sags against his forehead, his shoulders curved and his wings hunched defensively around him. He looks old in a way that Wilbur’s never seen him look. 

He hasn’t moved away from the wall. He’s so obviously hiding something from view.

“Phil,” Wilbur’s voice is shaking despite his best effort. “Phil, what’s this room suppose to be about?”

Phil takes a deep fortifying breath. His back straightens, his wings go lax against the floor even as they twitch with energy. 

“Phil?” 

“Do you remember Eret?” Phil asks. 

Oh, Wilbur remembers Eret. The deep wounds that they’d left on his already untrusting father and brother had Wilbur and Tommy sending scathing letters for weeks afterwards. He remembers the half - upset, half - amused way Phil had written about the rainbow - themed castle. He remembers laughing so hard that he’d cried when Tommy told him about the crusade that he and Technoblade were undertaking of stealing every single flamingo that Eret had dared put up. 

“I remember Eret,” Wilbur says, “I don’t know what he has to do with this. Phil, please, let’s just go and find our boys -”

His communicator beeps. Several rockets go off. 

TommyInnit was slain by Dream using [Nightmare]

Dream went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade

Wilbur stares down at the communicator in horror. He glances up desperate to see the same horror echoed in Phil’s face. 

Phil doesn’t even look down, instead just staring at him with tears trickling down his cheeks. He’s moved so he’s no longer hiding the back wall. His hand is hovering over a stone button. 

“Did I never tell what Eret told us? Before he betrayed us all?” Wilbur shakes his head. Phil smiles a very sad smile, “It was never meant to be.”

A click of a button, the hiss of TNT igniting, the hard impact of Phil slamming into him, the sound of wings fanning out and feathers puffing out into a protective layer. 

It all happens so quickly that Wilbur doesn’t have anytime to process it before the sound of utter devastation hits him. The sound of buildings crumbling into dust, the sound of screams, and rockets.

The beeps emitting from their communicators are coming every second.

“Oh my gods,” Wilbur cries out, coughing and spitting when dirt ends up in his mouth. He can’t open his eyes against the dirt and dust that must be lining his face. “Phil!”

Gentle hands wipe at his eyes until he can finally open them again. Phil is staring down at him, the previous grief and tenseness replaced with worry.

“Are you hurt?” Phil demands. 

“Oh my gods,” Wilbur whispers as he stares at bloody stumps where wings once were. “Dad. Dad, your wings.”

“Are you hurt?” Phil demands again. The worry replaced with a steely resolve. 

Wilbur shakes his head. His hearing hasn’t even been damaged despite how close they both were.

Phil stumbles to his feet, leans his shoulder against a half - broken wall. Wilbur stays laid out against the wall and stares out at the utter devastation of what he assumes had once been a nation. Now there is only rocks and collapsed buildings, people standing the edge of a crater.

He can’t recognize any of them from this distance.

“Wilbur,” Phil says, drawing his attention to him. His tone has gone utterly casual as if he hadn’t just blown up his own nation. “Have you been practicing with a sword like we’ve told you?”

“Y - yes?” 

Phil pulls a netherite sword from it’s sheath. He doesn’t look quite right without his wings but even more than that, there’s something gone from behind his eyes. He holds the sword out to Wilbur, “I need you to kill me, Wil.”

“No!” Wilbur says, pulls himself up onto shaking legs. “Phil. Phil, we need to go find our boys. We need to make sure that Tubbo and Niki are alright. I’m not -”

The handle gets pressed into his shaking palm. Phil continues to look completely blank, “Do it, Wilbur.”

“No! Phil. Dad, listen to me. This is nothing. This can be rebuilt in a few weeks. We can salvage what we need to -”

The words catch in his throat as Phil meets his eyes. He takes the handle back out of Wilbur’s limp hand. 

“Alright,” he finally says, a hand reaching up to cup Wilbur’s cheek for a moment before falling away. “Alright, Wilbur.”

Wilbur nearly collapses again from the relief, “Thank you. You were scaring me -”

Phil drives the sword through his own stomach. Stumbles backwards with the force. 

Wilbur screams. He doesn’t think that he makes any words but if he did then he wouldn’t be able to hear them over the blood pounding in his ears. 

“I’m sorry, Wilbur.” Phil mouths, “I’m sorry.”

He stumbles back another step. 

It takes him right off the ledge and into the new crater. It’s a free fall that that a mere minute ago he could’ve flown away from. Now, he’s utterly helpless against the gravity pulling him down. Wilbur lunges towards the edge, his hands hanging uselessly where his father had once stood.

He isn’t quick enough. 

His father eyes never leave his face.

Philza hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Philza

#text #fanfiction #wilbur soot #philza #role reversal au #hurt/no comfort #this isn't beta'd at all so sorry for any mistakes! #let there be a garden and a man in it

[cristalknife]

Kadam Week 2021 Day 1 ~ Do You Want To Be A Pirate?

So this is me trying to not start something on a platform only to post solely somewhere else aka AO3 and ff.net  you can find the complete list of Kadam Week 2021 prompts and you might find more stories on the Kadam Week 2021 AO3 collection

That said, the fist prompt was Puzzles and Games. And what represents better both than a treasure hunt? So here we go, I present to you Do You Want To Be A Pirate?

All the student body was abuzz, the annual treasure hunt was to be announced soon, it was always a great event. Mainly because the winner of the event earned a full booklet of backstage passes. Sixteen of them, completely blank to be used at the winner discretion during the current theatre season.

No limits were imposed on how the passes were to be used, be in a single show with a large group or even touring all the shows solo. The catch was that if multiple shows were to be watched by a group of two people up, the winner had to be there for each show.

Those booklets were the courtesy of Alumni working in the field. And to be honest it was a fun event for the faculty as well to create the set of riddles and clues needed to reach the destination.

It was supposed to be a moment of fun,  but at the same time given the kind of prize, it was not meant to be effortless.

However to the faculty disappointment, the individuals only rule with no cooperation allowed present in the previous editions, resulted in no winners for the past couple of years.

After consulting the sponsor, it was decided that for this year students could sign up as pairs.

But if the students decided to sign up as pair, then both the winners would have to be present each time they were to use the passes.

And apparently that wasn’t a condition that some were comfortable with, while others like Kurt were actually overjoyed.

Once he heard of the treasure hunt, he went out searching for Adam, barely containing his elation and desire to share the news.

Upon finding his boyfriend, Kurt was barely able to contain his excitement and he launched himself into Adam's arm sure he'd be caught.

Adam grinned and kissed Kurt back, holding him securely before saying "Hellu Love, what got you so excited?"

Kurt chuckled and as soon as his feet touched the floor once more he raised the flier and pointed to the fine prints "They mentioned a change in the rules and on this year’s event people can sign up as pairs. The catch is that both need to be present when using the passes, so you're game signing up with me?"

Adam raised an eyebrow curious before reading the flier aloud "The Annual Treasure Hunt? Is that what got you so excited? Except for my freshman year, I don't recall any of those events actually ever having winners"

Erika came up from the side and quipped "Three years ago was the last time someone won, but it was again one of the last seniors graduating. After that batch left, no one ever figured out the clues, I'm surprised the faculty still does it"

Kurt shrugged "Well the prize makes very much sense for the school, I mean blank passes for the backstage of current productions? That sounds interesting, and sixteen of them would actually mean we could all go together as a group and still have two spares for the winning team to get another show, or split between two productions..."

Kurt speech had most of the Apples smiling and send to their favourite freshie an adoring look.

Adam still amazed by his boyfriend asked softly "So you suggest a common effort and register more than one team, and then Apples parties at my place, where we could all chill out and talk about our days?"

JJ quipped up "Only if that involved baked goods from both our favourite bakers, because Adam ma man, I love your cookies but gimme Kurt's  casserole and salty cupcakes any time, and I could even fight you off and offer my hand in marriage for having those every day"

Kurt snorted and swatted away playfully JJ's offered hand "You are not even remotely bi-curious, If I wanted to live with an overgrown kid who'd stay with me for my cooking I'd simply invite my brother to move in with me"

Everyone around chuckled at that and JJ pouted mockingly offended "Are you insinuating I'm not man enough for you?"

Adam then stepped in smirking "More like implying that all the main male leads in his life are already cast, and you dear friend can only be the occasional torn in our butt, one that comes every now and then to offer his company in exchange for delicious food..."

Grinning like a cheshire cat JJ quipped back "Well we all know that the good ones are all gay, unavailable or happily being both together"

Everyone broke down in giggles and with resolute nods each claimed a partner. The divide and conquer idea Kurt had was very intriguing, and the thought of getting the upper hand on an event that even the Perks couldn't get their way by popularity alone, or that no one else won for the past couple of years had its allure…

Especially given the mixed composition of techies and performers in their group.

Seeing Kurt smiling radiantly was something each member of the Apples enjoyed and cherished.

Especially since the big fallout, or as it was known amongst them, the great purge of the toxic influx in Kurt's life.

Also known as the day when Miss fallen out Diva Berry left the loft in a huff and Kurt and his roommate Santana took the storming out literally and changed the key of the padlock.

Sending all of Berry’s stuff back to the temporary storage place two blocks away from bushwick, with a 3 days grace period and a week paid with Berry's part of the deposit.

Kurt himself was just very happy to be surrounded by friends who supported him as much as he supported them.

Being with Adam and being friends with all the members of the Adam's Apples, had given him a perspective he never knew he desperately needed, and it also lowered his tolerance for taking crap by those who were supposed to be on his side.

Kurt was not secretly very excited by the prospect of looking forward to something in his life that could be just fun and despite being officially a competition. He was still able to live it as an adventure, to be shared with his boyfriend and all their friends as well.

As they walked away from the registration boot and reading the first clue ‘Every adventure needs a captain to sail for the treasure island’

Kurt giggle when Adam playfully whispered in his ear "Aye aye captain let's get our sea legs on"

Kurt nodded and they made it to the costume department through the back corridors, not wanting to tip off the other not Apples participants, while their friends instead received simply a gentle reminded in their text chat, that all hearties were to meet at rehearsal later in the week same place same time.

Indeed their guess was correct when they found the next clue stating ‘Never forget those who came before you’

Kurt and Adam took the chance to grab a quick lunch as they discussed the clue. Adam was the first one to attempt to solve it "If we are thinking about the school that would send us to the hall of fame"

Kurt nodded slowly but tapped his finger against his lips "But what if it's a more general outlook? We are learning to get into an industry that broadens beyond the limits of the school and its social circles, even if those are still important"

Adam hummed softly mulling over it "So you're suggesting more like the library?"

Kurt nodded "I'm just unsure whether we are supposed to search in the history section itself or go more for the history of Broadway and theatre section"

Adam nodded slowly "there's no rule about not searching blindly both"

Kurt chuckled and nodded as well, after finishing his cup he raised an eyebrow in silent question and received a simple nod in response.

Once in the library, Adam was the one to take over the history of Broadway and the theatre section while Kurt went through the History books.

It took a while but finally Adam was successful and found a piece of plasticised parchment with what appeared half of the final clue.

The mention of a second half made him frown, but with nothing else to be found there, he simply took a picture of it with his phone.

He then placed the clue back inside the book and the book back on the shelf before going to find Kurt, hoping his got lucky and found the second half.

"Did you get anything?"

Kurt shook his head a little put off "No absolutely nothing, you?"

Adam nodded "Yeah I found something but it's only half of the final clue"

Kurt frowned confused "Guess it's time to start some baking then hmmm?"

Adam smiled and leaned forward to give Kurt a small peck on his cheek trying to stop the frowning "We could do directly at my place and then make an evening out of it"

The offer, as Adam hoped, brought a smile on Kurt's face as he replied coyly "I'd love that, are you offering just the evening or it could turn into a sleepover"

Adam grinned and moved so that he could kiss those cheeky lips, when he was almost where he wanted to be, he breathed quickly "We'll swing by the loft if there's something you absolutely need for tomorrow classes"

He then proceeded to thoroughly kiss his boyfriend.

After classes ended for the day, Kurt sent a message to their chat group informing everyone that it was baking time in the afternoon

Adam raised an eyebrow curiously at the message and Kurt shrugged stating simply "That way we can be sure basically everyone will show up with something to contribute, just before or around dinner time, and then the meeting will become a movie night"

Adam snorted because indeed knowing their friends that was what would most likely happen, "It wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I offered to make an evening out of it darling"

Kurt grinned, mischief gleaming clearly in his eyes "That's why I raised your offer to a sleepover instead..."

And true to Kurt's expectations, that evening all the Apples who didn't have to work, appeared at Adam's doorstep with offerings for the shared evening meal.

Of course those who had worked demanded a do-over with double baked goodies of their faves as personal share...

Once everyone was seated around, Paul, who paired up with JJ for the treasure hunt, asked "How was your hunt we've only found half of the final clue"

Kurt wrinkled his nose "we reached only half of the final clue as well care to see if we've all found the same half or if we lucked out?"

Adam took off his phone and started to read aloud "Congratulation adventurers, you're holding half of the treasure map holding the clue for the final answer you will have to give to someone to receive your treasure, think back on the steps you took to find this and then go and find the last missing piece"

JJ jumped up from his seat exclaiming excitedly "Yes we've got both!"

Paul shook his head smiling and took off his own phone reading "Congratulation adventurers, you're holding half of the treasure map holding the clue to figure out who is the officer that you'll need to impress with the answer that you still need to find to receive your treasure, think back on the steps you took to find this and then go and find the last missing piece"

Everyone was suddenly buzzing with unrestrained excitement when Kurt asked pragmatically "So how are we going to tackle this? Reading both clues together and then split between them or focusing the attention on a single one?"

Adam suggested swiftly "We could actually read them both and then see how to tackle the easier one first"

When everyone nodded Paul continued reading their clue "You might go to Central Park Or catch a show on Broadway...  Where in the world would you be to get to these by subway? Twice... I mean the answer is New York clearly but how does that help us identify who to give our final answer to?"

General groaning raised from around the room when Erika cut in "Adam what is your clue?"

Adam complied and read it for everyone perusal "What show is next in this pattern: A Chorus Line, Into the Woods, Bat Boy, Pacific Overtures, Little Women, Damn Yankees, Camelot, The Pajama Game, Children of Eden. As a hint, there is more than one show that correctly works, but one show fits more ‘perfectly’ than any others.”

Adam raised his phone to let everyone seeing the picture and commented

“As a side note there's only one blank line but its length doesn't seem indicative as it was formatted to look good rather than give a hint on the last name, or at least that’s what it looks like to me"

And everyone had to nod at that consideration at that point Chris' groan was the loudest "I don't get yall, neither of those is any more clear than mat moss paint..."

Kurt sniggered but offered a plate with Chris' favourite cookies on it "It's ok, we can work it out together so any ideas?"

Matt who had been quiet this far asked Kurt speculatively "You already have an idea for at least one of them don't you?"

Kurt looked taken aback and blushed getting himself busy with the food "Nothing solid.."

At that point Adam walked behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist as he pressed himself against his boyfriend "It's ok Love, you don't have to be right to speak your mind, we are here brainstorming there's no judging with us"

JJ quipped teasingly "I mean we'll obviously judge and tease you till the end of times for getting flustered the first time we took you out for blow jobs, but for this… I mean you're all going to hearing the suggestion my gorilla brain comes up with"

Chris snorted and quipped teasingly "Given what gets spawned out of your mouth I thought you would have said instead that yours is like a pig’s brain."

Matt joined in to the teasing, shaking his head as he grinned salaciously and wiggling his eyebrows "Nah a pig's brain is too big we are talking mouse if everything is in proportion."

Kurt coughed at the double meaning implied in that sentence, he feared JJ would take it badly. But he was once again surprised when JJ put theatrically one hand on his cheek, the other on his chest clearly mimicking a delightful surprise "Oh Matt, my darling why didn't you said that before… All this time you were checking me out  because you wanted some of my sweet sweet love, comma hear lemme give ya some sugar baby"

Everyone erupted in laugher and Matt maturely threw his napkin aiming for JJ's face "You wish man, you wish"

JJ pouted "Harsh dude, harsh, you could have at least throw your cupcake with the napkin"

Kurt sent a levelled glare to both boys "If anyone dares to throw our delicious baked food not only they will stay for the cleanup, but they will be banned to get more baked goodies for the next month"

A single "Ouch" escaped Matt's lips before he silenced himself and raised his arms in surrender.

Paul swatted the back of JJ's head "Don't upset daddy, or I'm so going to gag you next time we are all in the same room to prevent that from happening, I rather enjoy our baked goodies"

Erika quipped at Paul "Which is why you shouldn't save JJ from himself, let him dig his own grave, more goodies for us... Kurt had not said anything about lowering the amount of baked goodies, only put a ban on who can access them"

Chris chuckled and offered their fist to Erika, as they said grinning "Well said girl well said"

Erika smiled brilliantly and bumped the fist and then both made an explosion motion as they both retreated their arms.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at being addressed as daddy, but  Adam just held him a little closer and mouthed later.

So Kurt took the handle of the situation and started sharing his idea hoping for the current teasing to come to a natural rest "well I was thinking on Paul and JJ's clue... What if we need to take that final twice literally? As in the correct answer is New York, New York"

Erika's eyes shone brighter "Like the Scorsese's movie?"

Kurt nodded "Yes that's also the name of the most known song from that movie, so New York New York could be the solution"

Paul pondered and then said "Well if we are talking about a movie would that mean that we are to talk with the dean of the drama department?"

Kurt bit his lips and then he continued explaining his thoughts "I was thinking more about the fact it might refer to the song, which then in turn would make Madam T be the one to speak with, given that she's the dean of vocal performance. And with the movie being also a musical maybe the singing component is more pronounced and would lead to her instead of Mr Keller?"

Adam then said serenely "Once we figure out the answer we could even decide to split and each team going to both of them with the solution."

Murmurs of agreement run through the room until Matt stated "So now we just have to figure out what that list of musicals have in common?"

JJ scratched his head before raising and grabbing few more cupcakes to munch on "Do you think that the fact they cross two centuries means anything?"

Chris promptly opened Adam's computer and pulled up the wikipedia pages of all the listed musicals before shaking their head "Nope they are not in chronological order so it’s not that"

Paul then quipped "And that wouldn't make any sense, the additional hint says that there's only one answer that would fit perfectly... it's not like there's only one new musical coming out every single year"

Erika asked then "I am not familiar with all the titles but are they really all musicals?"

Adam answered "Yeah all of those listed are musicals, so maybe we need to check on the songs?"

Matt then wondered aloud "What if it's something all the songs have? Maybe there's a matching title or a recurring theme?"

Kurt took out his phone and looked around and said "well there's seven of us and nine titles maybe we could each open the list and check them side by side?"

JJ grinned and took out his phone as well "That's a great idea"

Kurt started listing all the songs of chorus line, Matt went on with the ones from into the woods,  JJ giggled like a maniac as he read the bat boy's list. Paul read on the Pacific Overtures and Erika listed the ones from Little Women.

When Adam, who was reading from the Damn Yankees, reached the song titled Six months, Chris exclaimed excited while raising a finger silently asking for a moment "Holy moley I think we got something going here"

Everyone turned, waiting for more explanation that Chris promptly provided "Each of those musicals has a song with a number in their titles" and then they pointed to Kurt who quickly caught up and said "One" and then each proceeded in order Matt said "It takes two", JJ said excited "Three Bedroom House "

Paul grinned starting to see the path as he said "Four Black Dragons"

Erika was grinning madly as she said "Five forever"

Then JJ still super hyped by having discovered the key to decode the clue he asked Chris "So what are the others?"

Chris smirked and started prattling "In Camelot we have ‘The Seven Deadly Virtues’, The Pajama Game has a song called  ‘7½ Cents’ while the Children of Eden has ‘A Piece of Eight’”

Kurt hummed softly and considered aloud "So we have nine musicals mentioned but the last number is eight... What if they had already given us the answer and it's literally Nine?"

Adam whistled impressed "That actually makes so much sense..."

Paul groaned "And if you explain it like that it seems so obvious too"

Erika shrugged "All riddles once explained make so much sense that you usually feel stupid for not reasoning it out before... That's why they are considered brain teasers"

Chris who in the meantime checked out Kurt's suggestion finally quipped triumphantly "That's it guys, we have a winner the answer is indeed Nine, which has a song called guess what?”

Chuckling everyone said at once “Nine"

JJ then scratched his head and then asked "So now we are only unsure on who we need to tell our answer to?"

Paul quipped happily “Me says Adam and Kurt follow Kurt’s reasoning, we follow ours, that way if our suspicion is correct and Kurt is right it’ll be them and not us having a private date… No offence man but I’d really prefer not having my girlfriend gutting me for going out on a date with you”

JJ snorted before sounding almost genuinely upset “Harsh man, harsh”

Paul patted JJ shoulder when Kurt asked confused “But what about the others?”

Matt answered smiling “Kurt you four are the only ones who got to the final clue, I personally wouldn’t like to try to get the prize knowing I barely got to the second one.”

Chris and Erika nodded as well confirming they felt the same way.

Kurt felt relieved that he wasn’t taking advantage of his friends. With everything sorted out, everyone else left leaving just Kurt and Adam alone.

After they settled down Kurt turned to Adam, with a questioning look on his face before asking “Is now later? Do I get to know what the daddy comment was about?”

Adam chuckled softly “Nothing bad Love, I can assure you that, you know that I’m considered the mother hen of the group right?”

Kurt hummed softly nodding as he snuggled closer to Adam who then continued “And well you’re too sweet and kind to all the Apples to be considered a father, but still we are together and we both tend to take care of them so…”

Kurt chuckled and finished shaking his head “So I’m daddy… Not sure how to feel about having so many kids that are all older than me”

They both sniggered at that.

The next day, when they went talking with Madam Tibideaux, they discovered that indeed Kurt’s reasoning was correct, and they got out of her office with the prize and matching grins. ~The End~

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[merakiaes]

Where Loyalty Lies - Daenerys Targaryen

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Lannister!reader, Cersei x sister!reader

Requested: Yes and no

Prompts: None

Warnings/notes: Death. This was originally my idea so it’s probably not what you wanted. Dany won’t be one of the major characters I’ll write for and I found it very hard writing for her so it’s not much angst/romance, but I still wanted to bake in the request somehow.

Wordcount: 3851

Description: You’re the sister of Cersei and the ex-lover of Dany, after not agreeing with Dany’s battle strategies, you go back to your sister.

Being a Lannister fighting on a Targaryen’s side had not made your life easy.

You had been with Daenerys from the very beginning, along with Jorah the Andal.

Having been the only one to side with Eddard Stark during your meetings where the suggestion of killing the innocent girl were first brought up, your father and sister started to doubt your loyalty to your family, and sent you overseas in the company of Jorah, on the very mission you had stood against; killing Daenerys Targaryen, to prove your worth.

Jorah and yourself had gotten as close as peas in a pod during your travels to and with the Princess, but as time went on, both of you caught feelings for her.

Daenerys could never bring herself to love Jorah the way he loved her, but she did love you. 

But as you and Daenerys were happily sharing moments of love and affections during your travels to gather the army she would use to take back the Seven Kingdoms, she found out about your and Jorah’s hidden intentions and sent you away.

This caused the wall between Jorah and yourself to come crumbling down, as you once again had to hold each other down to the ground. 

But when Jorah got sick with greyscale, you were forced to split up, leaving you to travel around alone until the right time would come for you to show your face again.

Being one of the more liked Lannisters, you had little birds flying around everywhere, giving you information and secrets about your family back home and Daenerys’s progress.

So it was a given fact that you knew exactly when to return to her services, however, waiting until she had arrived in Westeros to do so.

You knew she would never want to get back together with you after what you had done, but you still hoped.

But said hope went flying right out the window as you returned to her and saw the way she looked at Jon Snow.

It was the same look she had once given you on a daily basis, and it made your heart ache in your chest every time you witnessed them exchange moments of love. 

It pained you greatly, as it did Jorah. But unlike him, you were not very good at hiding your emotions, something Jon soon found out first hand with the way you would glare at him every time he entered the room.

You weren’t usually one to be rude to people you did not know, but with the painfully deep love you still held for your Queen, it was like your mind and body acted on their own. 

As this wasn’t the way you usually acted, it earned you a lot of unwanted attention from the people around you, and also caused many conflicts between you and Dany. 

You had won the Battle of Winterfell, but lost many men and women in the process, one of them being Jorah Mormont.

You had been fighting in the castle at the time, making it outside just in time to see him collapsing to the ground.

You were devastated. Daenerys was too, or so she claimed. This being why you were fuming as she was currently planning on moving on King’s Landing the next day.

You had taken a seat in the corner of the room as the meeting started, out of everyone’s way as you sat back and listened like you always did.

Your Queen had been fighting back and forth with Sansa Stark the whole meeting, but it wasn’t until Dany told you how soon you would be marching to the Capital that you were really starting to listen in to the words they were exchanging. 

The fact that she wanted to move in on Cersei this soon after the battle against the Dead was insane. Everyone could see how it would end, except for her

“(Y/N).” Missandei suddenly called to you, having grown tired of the She Wolf always talking down on her queen, causing you to look up. “You are our Queen’s most trusted adviser. What do you think?”

You sat up straighter, looking between them as they did you, awaiting your response.

You glanced around, debating whether or not you should speak your thoughts. 

Missandei was smiling at you, sure in her mind that you would side with your Queen, all while Sansa was glaring at you because of the same reason.

“I agree with Sansa.” You spoke finally, having made your decision, shocking everyone in the room. “Moving in on King’s Landing while our men are hurt and the dragons are tired is a sloppy move, and will most likely backfire now that Cersei has the support of the Iron Fleet and the Golden Company.”

Something flickered behind Daenerys’ eyes, her face turning cold. 

”I trust your judgement more than I do anyone else.” She told you. “But after everything you have done, I don’t need your judgement.”

“Everything I have done?” You asked her, slowly starting to stand up. “Jorah is dead. He loved you more than anyone, maybe even more than me. He got greyscale because of you, because you couldn’t open your eyes and see that his love for you weighted more than the mission he was sent on and give him a minute to explain. He got his skin peeled from his body, all so that he could return to you. He stopped you from being beaten, raped, killed, more times than you will ever know. He died for you. One of your dragons are dead, all because you were so dead-set on getting Jon Snow to bend the knee, making him go beyond the Wall for evidence when he wouldn’t. And you still don’t understand the importance of patience.”

You saw her face fall briefly at the thought of Viserion and Jorah, before it turned hard again.

She turned to look at the others. “I wish to have a moment alone with my trusted adviser.”

The people in the room all bowed their heads in respect before shuffling out of the room, leaving only you and Dany.

She was quiet for a while, before looking to you. “I should’ve known better than to trust a Lannister. At the end of the day you are still Cersei’s sister, or is it perhaps the jealousy? That I’m no longer with you?”

“This has nothing to do with my personal emotions. I hate to be the bearer of bad realities but sending your army into another war when they are still wounded is insanity. Don’t even try to shut me out of this. I’ve been here since day one. I’m more a part of this than any of the others are.” You motioned with your hand to the door where the others had gone out only seconds before.  

”Do you think this is easy?” She asked you, lip curled up in anger. “Do you think this has been easy for me? I’ve lost everything. Everyone.”

”No, I’m not saying your life has been easy. But I do think you’re not trying hard enough.” You confessed. “And how can you stand there saying you’ve lost everyone? I’m here, aren’t I? Am I suddenly not important now that you’ve go Jon?”

Daenerys was quiet for a moment, eyes staring into yours in a staring match neither of you seemed to be willing to lose.

She was finally the one who broke it, turning to look out the window. “You’re going against me. I trusted you.” She spoke after a minute of silence.

Your heart sank in your chest, not understanding why she wouldn’t just listen.

“Then keep trusting me.” You told her, taking a few steps closer to her and putting your hand on her shoulder.

“Look at how the northerners look at you. How do you think the people of the Capital will look at you after everything Cersei’s been feeding them? You will never be the Queen you aspire to be if you don’t have the people on your side. You need to not act on their lack of trust and care for you. What you need to do is to keep doing what you did best before everything started being about power. Rule in the best interest of your people. Not the throne, not the crown, not defeating Cersei. The people. If you do that you show them you are here for them, not just to use them as pawns in the great game, and then, they’ll trust you, which gives you the greatest power of them all. You’re not your father, but that is what they fear, because you haven’t given them a reason not to. Show them you’re more than the Mad King’s daughter, show them you’re Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the people.”

She moved around the table as you spoke, staring with an uninterested look at the pawns on the table in front of her, but with the way she was leaning her head slightly in your direction, you knew she was listening.

“Every ruler who has disliked getting their authority questioned is dead now, no matter how great and loved they were at the beginning. Marching on King’s Landing with half your army gone, the rest hurt and tired, and your dragons exhausted, you might as well hand my sister your head on a silver platter. You know just as well as me that it won’t work. If you march on Cersei now, there’ll be nothing left for you to rule.”

“Maybe that’s what you want.” She looked up at you accusingly. “I know you’re still in love with me. Everyone knows.”

You frowned. “I don’t deny my feelings for you.” You agreed. “But this goes beyond feelings. Self-control is strength. Calmness is mastery. Both are virtues you used to have, but don’t anymore. And it worries me. You don’t seem to be fighting for the people like you used to do, anymore.”

“Do you miss them?” She asked, staring at you, completely ignoring the words you had just spoken to her.

You frowned, not understanding what she was getting at.

“Your family. Do you miss them?” She asked again, making it clearer.

”They hurt me, used me as a pawn in their game.” You answered calmly, eyes flickering with sadness for a moment.

”But do you miss them?” She asked once again.

You looked into her eyes as you thought about your sister, brothers, niece, nephews and father. ”Everyday. Just like you do your brother despite his actions.”

She slowly came to stand before you, hand moving to touch a strand of your hair before letting it fall back onto your shoulder.

Looking up at you, she glared. “As long as you feel love for Cersei, you are the enemy. I don’t want to have to kill you. I trust you can show yourself out.”

Your heart broke at her words, realizing she was truly lost. This was not the woman you had fallen in love with. This was an exact replica of your sister. 

Your face hardened as you backed away from her. “I do deeply hope you realize you’re acting just like her, before it’s too late.” You paused as you reached the door, turning around to give her one last look. ”Qui totum vult totum perdit. He who want everything loses everything.”

And with that, you walked outside, wasting no time in gathering your things on a horse and riding off, heading for the Capital.

If Daenerys wasn’t going to listen to your advice, you would have to eliminate the threat from the inside, from within its very walls, to prevent King’s Landing being burnt down to the ground.

Tyrion and Varys looked after you as you rode through the gates, hands clasped in front of them. 

“She’s right, you know.” Varys told Tyrion, the two of them having heard each and every word of your conversation.

Tyrion nodded. “I know. Hopefully she’ll be able to talk some sense into our sister.” He sighed, as you disappeared from sight.

The travel to King’s Landing didn’t take as long as it would if you had traveled with company, you reaching the city in only a week.

It hadn’t been hard for the goldcloaks to recognize you, wasting no time in getting you off your horse, taking you into arrest and bring you to your sister.

Not without struggle from your side, of course, you having managed to snatch a crossbow and shoot two arrows into a man’s foot, earning yourself three in your own.

“You’re alive.” Cersei had spoken when you had been pushed onto your knees in front of her by the man you had shot, who you had now learned to be Euron Greyjoy.

You only snorted in return. “Don’t sound so disappointed. I might think you don’t like me.“

“You betrayed me.” She stated. “Betrayed our family. I should have you killed right here and now.”

“Yes.” You drawled, going to glance at Euron who had his sword pointed at you. “This one has kept pointing that sword at me and blabbering about how much you’ve been waiting to kill me, but I’m still alive so I’m beginning to doubt your commitment.”

She didn’t say anything, so you continued, taking in the hateful look on her face. ”Go on then. Do it. Hit me, stab me, break my neck. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”  

Cersei looked at you for a long moment, before finally standing up and descending the stairs to reach you. “What are you doing here?”

“I should’ve listened to you from the start.” You wasted no time in answering, a glare coming to rest at your face as the lie slipped through your lips. “Daenerys Targaryen is just a child, she is beyond salvation. And I’m not sitting by when she kills the only family I have left.”

“Is that so…” Cersei drawled as she inspected you, looking for any sign that you were lying, and for a moment you feared that she might call your bluff. 

But luckily, she found none.

“I want to fight on your side. If you’ll have me.” You said, causing Euron to scoff.  

“Please tell me you’re not believing her?” He stepped forward then, waving his sword about.

Cersei turned to him. “She’s harmless.” She told her lover, who gave her a glare in return.

“She shot me, twice!” He exclaimed, lifting his wrapped foot for extra effect.

“And you shot me thrice. An honest mistake.” You responded, smirking at him all while he narrowed his eyes at you.

“You should’ve known better than to arrest my sister.” Cersei simply spoke, motioning for the guards to untie you, much to Euron’s dismay.

“Finally.” You muttered under your breath as you rubbed your wrists, pushing yourself off the floor.

“Give her a crossbow.” Cersei told one of the guards as she went back to sit on the throne. “You’re on guard duty of the people. If they get aggressive, shoot them.”

You raised an eyebrow at this, accepting the crossbow as it was handed to you. “Shoot them?”

“Politely.” She gave you a forced smile as she sat down.

You chuckled, inspecting the piece of weaponry. It had been a long time since you had gotten to hold such an expensive weapon. “I can shoot politely.”

And with that, you went off to bid to her commands. You guarded the city for the rest of the evening until you got to go to your old chambers, luckily not having had to shoot anyone. 

Not that you would have if they’d gone aggressive, either way.

A few days passed, and eventually you got word that Dany was coming South, leaving you to gather the people in the Red Keep while Euron prepared the boats.

You had thought Dany would be smart enough to spot them behind the cliff, but you had been wrong, as Rhaegal had been shot down along with their ships, forcing them to the shores.

Cersei had called you to the Throne Room, and as you arrived, the first thing you laid eyes on was Missandei of Naath in chains, causing you to look at your sister.

You had to harden your face quickly so that Cersei wouldn’t spot the obvious panic that had made its way onto your face at the sight of your friend. 

“What’s this?” You asked her as you walked into the room, Missandei looking up at the sound of your voice.

“A friend of yours, judging by the look on your face.” Your sister smirked back as she drank from her cup of wine, Euron standing at her side. “I thought I’d let you have the pleasure of showing her to her… room.”

She smirked at you, knowing exactly how much this was bothering you. 

You glared at her, but nonetheless went to take the girl from the guards, causing Cersei’s smirk to grow as she looked at you.

Everything suddenly got a lot harder. The plan you had had in mind when coming here was suddenly long forgotten as your brain went to work on a way to save Missandei from what was sure to come.

“Come on.” You ordered as you pulled Missandei forward roughly, wasting no time in going for the exit.

“Oh, (Y/N).” Cersei called out from behind you then, causing you to stop in your tracks. You looked at her as she continued. “If you even think of betraying me, I have more than a few ways in mind to kill you.”

You looked at her, but didn’t answer, only turning to resume your walk.

“Why are you doing this?” Missandei asked you once you were out of hearing range of the guards and your sister, looking at you with a glare as you pulled her along down the stairs.

You couldn’t find it in you to answer as you noticed the betrayal glistening her eyes wet with tears. 

But your silence only caused her look to harden. “Our Queen has never done anything but protect you. She loved you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the fact that you had to treat your friend like this making you feel nauseous.

Taking a breath, you turned to look at her with the evilest look you could muster. “Did she?” You asked, challenging her. “Daenerys is doing the exact same thing she has been fighting against for years, this makes her and Cersei the same. Who do you think I chose, then? The person who replaced me, or my own sister?”

Missandei kept quiet after that, not daring to speak another word to you as her trust for you flew out the window, the new-found hate only growing when you left her in a cell at the bottom of the Keep.

The next day you came back with food and water, but she refused to eat. Not that it surprised you.

You had had tried your best to get her to eat while keeping up your act as the guards had been watching, but when not succeeding you had just proceeded to take her to the wall of the city, where you would be meeting with Daenerys to discuss the terms of surrender, leaving you where you were now.

“I must say I’m quite surprised you returned to Cersei’s side after all this time.” Qyburn told you as you walked through the gates to meet Tyrion in the middle, Cersei having sent you with him for protection if it should be needed. "I usually see things coming, but this I did not.”

You glanced at him. Thank the Gods for the famous Lannister pokerface.

Daenerys and Tyrion widened their eyes when they laid their eyes on you in the doorway, watching as you walked side by side with Qyburn, body clad in the red and gold armor of your house.

They couldn’t believe you had switched sides so easily, just like that. It couldn’t be the whole truth. Of course it wasn’t.

“Family will always come first.” You answered finally right before you reached Tyrion, him sparing you a worried and sad glance before he started talking to Qyburn.

Turning around to return to your sister’s side like planned, you gave Daenerys a nod that only she could see, watching her face turn from betrayal into one of confusion.

You reached your sister’s side in no time, standing beside Missandei.

As Tyrion came forward to talk to Cersei, you saw her hard front falter briefly, and for just a second you hoped that maybe she would surrender so that you wouldn’t have to do what you had planned.

But as she came to stand beside Missandei, your hope was once again crushed. “If you have any last words, now would be the time.” She told her slowly before going back to her spot.

Everything went in slowmotion from then on. Dany, Tyrion, Greyworm watched from the ground as the Mountain started drawing his sword, Missandei’s lip trembling in fear at the sound of the metal being pulled from its sheath.

You came to stand behind her then, Cersei looking away as she just figured you would be saying goodbye.

But as you leaned in to Missandei’s ear, you whispered out quietly. “I’m going to push you now.”

Missandei was confused, but gave you a barely visible nod nonetheless, and that’s when everything went back to normal speed.

You drew your knife, throwing it at Euron’s foot as he moved to go after you, before unsheathing your sword and holding it against your sister’s throat, everyone stopping in their tracks.

“I should’ve known.” Cersei looked at you, seething. ”Are you going to kill me?”

You breathed heavily as you glared at her, blade pressed against her throat. “No.” You shook your head. “Daenerys is going to do that herself. You ruined her. You ruined everything she loved, and now you’ll watch as she sets your world on fire.”

You turned to look at Dany from your spot, giving her one last look of love before turning to Missandei.

You shared a look with her, giving her a nod, just as Cersei nodded to Gregor to proceed.

And with that, you whipped around quickly as he successfully drew his sword, shouting Tyrion’s name to get his attention and wasting no time in pushing Missandei from the wall right as Gregor swung the sword at her head, knowing the fall would hurt them both but not kill them.

You turned around right before the sword came down, managing to throw yourself from the wall just in time for the sword not to behead you, however still slitting your throat.

As everything had moved so fast, Cersei hadn’t reacted until then, yelling out a loud “No!” at the sight of her sister’s skin being pierced by the tip of the sword, together with Tyrion and Daenerys from the ground.

Your eyes locked on a faraway vision as you fell, and just like that, you were gone, leaving your words running through Daenerys’s head.

You’re not your father. 

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[aire101]

Ferrum Chapter 1

His first moment of awareness struck him like a tidal wave of sensory input—the sound of thousands of voices chattering; an alien smell of dust and ozone, as if someone wasn’t quite sure what air should smell like; the feel of a breeze caught in a wind tunnel, and the warmth of hundreds of bodies standing together.  

And then Tony opened his eyes.

All around him were thousands of people in various fantasy garb, some with swords hanging from their waist, others eyeing daggers, rapiers and axes at stalls along the side streets. People shouted to one another, smiled and fist pumped in fits of elation.  The whole city plaza was filled with an energy of excitement and anticipation.  

Tony had no idea where the hell he was, or what was going on.

The last thing he remembered was… a meeting.  With that Argus Head Developer, Kayaba.  But the harder he tried to focus on the details, the more he felt them slip away…

“Holy Shit!  Your avatar looks just like Iron Man!” said a man who Tony was pretty sure had not been standing next to him a couple seconds ago.  “How did you manage that?  I know the character creation module is super detailed but that would have taken forever to work out.  Does that mean you were you in the beta test?”

“Uhh…” Tony said, scrambling to make sense of the jargon he had just heard.

Avatar… character creation… beta test…

“Anyway, excellent work on it!  I’m an Iron Man fan too, though I guess most people are these days.  See ya ‘round, mate!” And with that the man left, leaving Tony still scrambling to comprehend.

As he stood there, he listened in on nearby conversations for more context clues.

“Oh my god this is amazing!  The visuals are so gorgeous!”

“You can feel the breeze!  The amount of sensory input just to achieve that—”

“Do you smell that?  It smells like fresh baked bread.  I heard that the taste and smell sensory was the hardest part in the coding development.”

Visuals… sensory input… coding development…

“That’s it, Full Dive has won me over completely.  I’m going to sell all my other games starting tomorrow.”

Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.

The meeting with Argus and Kayaba.  It was over his consultation on their new Full Dive gaming technology and their AI systems.  But it was still years away from completion.  And besides, there was no way in hell he would ever consent to having his brain plugged in to someone else’s technology.  That was in fact exactly what he had told them in that meeting, and the primary hold up on developments on his end.  

But this was way past pre-alpha or even the alpha phase… if he understood this right, this was a stable release event.

Which meant he was currently plugged into the Sword Art Online servers, and had lost years off his memory.

His chest tightened as his breaths started to come in shallow gasps.  His vision began to gray around the edges.  

In spite of his situation, he had to give Argus an applause for their work— this panic attack felt exactly like one in the real world, only less physically painful.  

Just as he felt his knees hit the ground, someone came up beside him.

“Hey, I don’t know what’s wrong, but its going to be ok,” said a voice.  They sounded young.  “Take deep breaths with me.  After every number I count, we’ll breath together, ok?  So… one,” the kid took a deep breath and slowly released.  Tony tried to breath along with them, but didn’t quite manage it.  “That’s ok, we have plenty more you can do.  So here we go.  Two…”

Breath in, breath out…

“Three…”

This reminded him of that time he’d missed a week of meds during a mission.  Peter had been over to do some necessary maintenance after he had gotten back, and next thing he knew the kid was walking him through the storm.  Apparently his aunt had some problems after his uncle had died.

“Ok, you backslid a bit there on four, lets try again.  Five…”

Peter… the kid had been so excited about this game concept.

“That’s great, you’re doing great.  Six…”

Was he out there in the crowd somewhere?

“Seven…”

He needed to find out what was going on.  He needed to get in touch with game support.  He needed to log out.

“Eight…”

His breaths were coming deeper and the tightness was releasing.  Now with a plan of action, he felt marginally more in control.

“Nine…”

He could do this.  Memories or no memories, his mind was still his own.

“Ten… You look like you’re doing good there.  How are you feeling?”

Tony finally took a moment to look at the one who had helped him.  Given that what he was seeing was an avatar, there was no telling the real age or gender of the person.  But the character depicted was a young man with long blond hair, blue eyes and built like a wall.  He looked strangely like what Tony imagined a young Thor would have looked like.

“I’m alright.  Thanks for hanging around through that.  You didn’t have to, so I appreciate it,” said Tony, slowly getting to his feet.  He couldn’t help but notice (and appreciate) the lack of pain in his knees from either the fall or the standing.  

Yay for silver linings.

“It’s no problem.  I had… have… family that needed that kind of support,” the boy said, with a glance at his face before he looked away.

“I’m sorry, that sucks.  Not that you have them, but that they have it too.  It sucks,” said Tony, fumbling through his words awkwardly.

The guy smiled and nodded, “I get what you mean.  And yeah, it does.  You doing alright now though?  Do you need me to call a GM or something?”

“Maybe.  I’m probably just going to try and log out though.  You wouldn’t happen to know how to do that would you?” asked Tony.

“I think so.  I read about the mechanics of it at least,” said the boy. “What you need to do is open up your User Interface.  Just swipe down with your hand in front of yourself.”

The boy swiped his hand down and an interface screen popped up like a hologram.

Tony followed his example, bringing up his own interface.

“Thanks kid… Have a name I can call you?”

“I’m going by Tor in the game.”

Tony looked over his interface with a raised eyebrow, “A Thor fan I take it.”

“Like you’re in any position to criticize,” the kid grumbled, with a look up and down.  “Even your robes are his colors.  How did you get robes, anyway?  The default is trousers, tunic and vest.  I haven’t seen anyone run around in a set of robes.  Was it a beta thing?”

Tony looked down at himself.  Sure enough, he was in a set of red robes with gold trim.  That also made him realize… this body was only an avatar, but apparently it looked like himself.

Whatever, him making his avatar look exactly like himself sounded pretty on brand, honestly.

“Would you believe me if I said I honestly have no idea,” said Tony, scrolling through his interface.

“I mean, it’d be weird but considering how confused you look I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt,” Tor said with a shrug.

Meanwhile Tony found two separate settings menus.  One opened up an entire other menu system, and the other at the bottom of the main menu opened a box with three buttons— Options, Help, and a grayed out logout symbol.

“Huh, that’s weird,” mumbled Tor, looking through his own settings menu.  “Talk about a terrible bug to have on opening day.  You’d think that would be the one thing they had working before opening to the public.  As far as I know there weren’t any logout problems during the beta.”

“I guess we’re calling a GM then,” said Tony.

Peter pressed the Help button, prompting a ‘Calling GM’ box to pop up with a picture of an old man in red and gold robes.

“Hey, those robes look like—” Tor was saying.

“Oh shit,” said Tony, wide eyed.  A communication bubble had come up on his menu as soon as Tor had pressed his button, it read ‘Incoming GM Help call from Tor (Player 8476).’

“Uhhh…” said Tor, staring at the window with wide eyes as well.  “Well then, that’s a problem.”

Tony continued to stare at the screen dumbfounded, mouth open and closing like a fish.

As he did, another call request window opened up.  Then another.  Then another…

Tony’s confusion quickly morphed into horror.  

“Dude, how in the world did you accidentally end up with a GM account?” asked Tor.

“I don’t know, but I can’t help these people.  How do I shut it off?!”

“See if there’s a ghost mode or something,” said Tor.

Quickly Tony tapped into the other options menu he had only briefly glanced at before.  Sure enough, the menu was titled ‘Game Master Settings.’

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Tony as he scrolled and tapped through various options.

“About as ridiculous as your facial hair,” said Tor, with a grin.

“Excuse you, everything about my face is a work of art,” said Tony.

“Abstract art, maybe.”

“You know what, kid—”

“Could you maybe not call me that?  Please?” Tor asked, his face suddenly tight.

“Uh, sure… sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry.  It just makes me a bit uncomfortable,” said Tor, looking like he regretted even saying anything.

“No problem.”

Finally, Tony found the GM communication settings.  Currently the mode was set to ‘Available,’ but after clicking on it he found an ‘Unavailable’ setting, with the option to send calls to a voice mail for later listening.

Quickly he switched the modes, and the flurry of call boxes ceased.

“Well, that’s one problem down,” said Tony, scrolling through the rest of the GM settings.  While he heartily approved of the colors, the robes made him stand out like a sore thumb amongst the masses of beige and brown.

But if he really was a GM, he should be able to generate something different…

With a flash of blue static light, Tony generated a red tunic under an average looking breast plate, paired with the usual leather trousers.  

“You just had to make the tunic red, huh?” said Tor with a thin laugh.

“Eh, it’s my thing,” Tony said with a shrug.  

Tor pursed his lips but didn’t comment further.

“Anyway, thanks for your help.  I’m sure whatever bug this is will be figured out pretty quick.  I don’t want to hog your game time though,” said Tony, trying to disengage as kindly as possible and without hinting at just how concerning the current situation really was.  Tor had been helpful, but the person on the other side of that avatar could be fourteen or forty.  Either way, they didn’t need to be saddled with Tony’s issues.

“I don’t mind.  I don’t usually play MMO’s anyway, so I’m not really sure what to do now,” said Tor.  “I have a few hours before I’m supposed to trade off with my friend, but I had only really planned to hang around for a couple of them to check things out.  With the logout bugged though, I might be here for a while.”

“I’ve never played RPG’s at all, so I’m probably even more clueless than you are,” said Tony.  “That being said, the first thing you do is probably to stock up on equipment and supplies.  Do you have any currency right off the bat?”

“We start with 50 Cor, but I’m not really sure what that translates to within the economy.”

“I would say as a GM I could generate more, but if I’m remembering correctly the system was specifically designed to control inflation and it may not like that,” said Tony, flicking through his interface.

“I mean, I guess that would be one way to get someone’s attention,” shrugged Tor.

“Considering I apparently have my brain plugged into someone else’s tech, I would really rather avoid that particular flavor of attention,” said Tony.

“I hadn’t thought about it that way… They wouldn’t do something too awful to a player though would they?  That wouldn’t really be good press for them.  I would think that the worst they would do is boot you out of the game,” said Tor, looking concerned.

“I wish I had the kind of faith in people you do.  As it is, I’d rather not chance it.  That being said, it looks like one of the things I can freely generate are base level swords and armor.  Its not much, but it’ll get you started.”

“Since we’re both stuck here, how about we party up for a while?  Not much else to do to spend the time.  My friend downloaded a text file with some starter tips from the Beta players, so we could go give it a shot,” said Tor.

Tony let out a breath, running his hand through his hair.  He really should be trying to figure out a solution to his predicament, but if the GM call failure was any indicator, the situation may be a lot worse than he wanted this kid to realize.  And at this point he was pretty sure the person on the other side of Tor’s avatar was in fact a kid, perhaps a relatively mature teenager, but not an adult.

And apparently they were attaching themselves to Tony, for whatever reason.  And Tony couldn’t bring himself to kick an obviously anxious kid to the curb.

“Sure, that sounds like a good plan. Send me a copy of the text file and we’ll discuss it while we head out of town.”

. . .

“Ferrum Vir… did you seriously name yourself ‘Iron Man’ in Latin?”

“Pot meet kettle there, Tor.”

#ferrum #aire101 writes #tony stark #peter parker #irondad #irondad and spiderson #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #iron man #spider-man #sword art online #mcu/sao #crossover #crossover fanfiction #fanfiction #marvel #ai tony stark #post endgame #mostly canon compliant #not ffh compliant

[mermaidxatxheart]

Cold

A/N: I was feeling a little down in the dumps a while ago and my good, good friend @dsakita gave me this prompt. Also, a good way to get me in the fall mood

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1722, pretty short by my standards, just drabble

Summary: You and Bucky are enjoying the Farmer’s Market and you’re trying to convince him that Fall can be warm, too.

The crisp October breeze swirled the leaves around your feet and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. It was your favorite time of year, the weather was getting cool, leaves were changing color, the smell of baking goods and spices were in the air. 

 You found a particularly dried out looking leave and stomped your rain boot on it, hearing the satisfying crunch underfoot. “Come on, Bucky. Fall is so much fun, are you telling me you’re more of a Summer Soldier than a fall or winter one?” you quirk your eyebrows up at your boyfriend, trailing along faithfully behind you while you drag him to the Farmer’s Market.

 “I can’t believe you just said that,” he chuckles with a small sigh. “I’ve been cold for eighty years. I don’t see anything special about it happening again,” he shrugs. You stop abruptly, turning just as he walks into you. A quick curse escapes his lips and he clutches your shoulders to keep you from falling to the ground. “Why are you like this?” he mutters, standing you back upright.

“I’m showing you that fall can be warm, too,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his firm waist. “When we’re all curled up on the couch and watching stupid movies and you’ve got your big arm around me. And I get to wear only fluffy long sweaters around the house because I know if I get chilly I can come to curl up with you.” 

 He turns you so that you’re facing forward again. His long metal arm is draped around you and you curl in against his broad chest. “All your points revolve around you being cold. But I do love you in the sweaters,” he chuckles, guiding you along.

 “True, and being cozy with you. You’re so warm all the time. In the summer we die. We won’t even need to run the heater this winter.”

 He sighs, pulling you to a stall selling hot apple cider. “You’ll get sick of me, always being so close to me like that,” he says, looking over the baked goods in front of him. 

 You visibly stiffen and look up into his blue eyes. “Take it back,” you say, trying to force your mouth to stay angry.

 “Nope,” he selects two small loaves of pumpkin bread and signals to the vendor for two spiced ciders.

 “Bucky, take it back. I won’t allow such negative talk,” you poke his side when he refuses. “Take it back or no kisses. For a week.” 

 He pauses and looks down at you. “A whole week? You wouldn’t.” 

 “Wanna try me?” 

 He hesitates. It’s been a struggle to get Bucky even close to the guy that his best friend remembers him as. You won’t allow him to slip backward with any sort of self-negative thoughts. You know he’s fighting in his head. He really loves your kisses, but he doesn’t think he deserves you. It’s interesting to see the battle rage behind his crystal blue eyes.

 “Fine. I’m very sorry I said such a horrible thing. Please kiss me.” 

 You push up on your tiptoes, a satisfied smile on your lips as you softly kiss his scruffy cheek. “Don’t let it happen again, Barnes,” you warn and he chuckles.

 “Yes, ma’am,” he hands you your cider and slips the loaves into the tote bag he’s carrying. He moves you on to the next stall. 

 Your hand slips into his metal one and he looks down with a smile. “Let’s go sit down by the river for a little while,” you say, resting your head against his shoulder.

 “It will be cold,” he warns.

 “I have my own space heater. I’ll be just fine.”

 “Oh, I’m so thrilled for you,” he mutters in a monotone. 

 You laugh and lead him down to your favorite spot. You hold your drinks while he spreads out the blanket he’s brought. He settles onto it and guides you to sit between his knees. You lean back against his chest comfortably and he digs through the bag, handing you your book.

 “Where were we?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you.

 You open the page up to where you last left off and begins to read. 

 All the one hundred and forty-four guests expected a pleasant feast; though they rather dreaded the after-dinner speech of their host (an inevitable item). He was liable to drag on in bits of what he called poetry; and sometimes, after a glass or two, would allude to the absurd adventures of his mysterious journey.

 He shifts behind you, careful not to jostle you too much. You pause and look over your shoulder at him.

 “Are you okay? I can stop.”

 “No, I like the sound of your voice. Keep going,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your head. 

 You read for another hour, shifting around until his head is in your lap. You’re playing with his long hair while you read, his eyes are closed and his breathing even. 

 You pause, thinking that he’s fallen asleep. You watch him curiously, the stress wiped off his face makes him look years younger. He’s relaxed, trusting you implicitly. It took him a long time to get to this level of comfort with you and you don’t take a moment of it for granted. 

 After decades of being a weapon, being loved was such a foreign concept to him that he fought against you and very nearly won. But you’re glad you pushed back. Your life wouldn’t have been the same without him.

 “Are you tired, doll?” he asks, startling you.

 “I thought you were asleep,” you tell him with a breathy laugh.

 “No. Just relaxed,” he adjusts his head to look up at you. “I like this arrangement,” he says with a smile, lifting your hand to his mouth and kissing each one of your knuckles.

 “I always feel like I’m boring you,” you mumble quietly. 

 He places your hand over his mouth and kisses the palm. “You could never bore me,” he says into your skin. His eyes flutter closed as he inhales deeply. 

 He takes the book out of your hand and marks the page. He sets it off to the side, lifting himself up and turning to face you. “Say it,” he says, cupping your face. You close your eyes, leaning into the touch. His skin on yours always manages to make you feel electric.

 “I need to hear you say it or no kisses for two weeks,” he threatens. 

 Your eyes fly open as you meet his gaze. “You wouldn’t.”

 “Try me,” he smirks at you, but you can see the seriousness behind his eyes.

 “Fine. I’m not annoying. Ever. I’m holding you to that.”

 He chuckles and leans forward, kissing you deeply. He guides you gently back onto the blanket, never breaking the kiss. It’s slow, gentle, sweet as if he has all the time in the world to explore you as he slowly burns all the oxygen from your body and replaces it with a desperate need for him. Your fingertips rake through his silky hair as you try to pull him closer. He breaks away and rolls to the side, scooping you against his chest. 

 “You torture me,” you mumble into his coat and he laughs.

 “Just paying you back, Doll,” his fingers twine in your hair as he focuses on the clouds up above. They move lazily through the sky, no rush to be anywhere at all.

 “Bucky?” you start, your finger tracing the edge of one of the buttons on his coat.

 “Hmm?” he hums.

 You can’t meet his gaze. It takes you a second to say it in a way that won’t upset him. “Why don’t I bore you? Ever since we’ve gotten together, I feel like we don’t do much.”

 He clears his throat slightly. He doesn’t look at you when he speaks, but you feel every word vibrate through his chest. “When I was in the war with Steve, the first time in the 40’s, it was constantly moving. We were never in one place for long, always moving on to the next target. Then, when I was with Hydra, I was never allowed to settle, to rest. Everything was a mission. I was kept in a room with a cot, my home was that fucking cryo chamber.”

 You bury your face in his chest and he holds you tighter. 

 “After I broke free, running from Hydra and my past while I tried to figure things out, I never got to settle down, never got to make friends and experience life just living. Just running from one shit hole to the next, trying to survive,” he tries to tilt your chin up, but you don’t want him to see you crying.  “Baby, look at me, please?”

 You let him lift your head and he brushes your tears away with the pad of his thumb. “I love you,” you whisper.

 He smiles wide. “I love you, too. You’ve given me everything I’ve been looking for since 1940. I have a home, someplace safe where I can live with my girl and not worry about anything. I have friends, a life. And my favorite part of the day? When I get to sit on a couch, a really comfortable couch. And then you come in and throw yourself next to me, curling into me like a kitten looking for comfort. You’re not afraid of me, you don’t shy away from my arm. I’m safe with you. I can relax and feel at home.”

 You rest your chin on his muscular chest, realizing the light is getting dimmer. A cool breeze blows off the water and he tightens his arm around you.  

 “You’ve given me a reason to stick around. You could never bore me because you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for.” 

 You inch forward and kiss him, not having any words. He lets out a small sigh and crushes you to his chest.

 “Do you want to go home?” he asks quietly.

 “Can we stay a little longer? The sun is almost set.”

 “As you wish,” he presses a loving kiss to your forehead and you both lay back on the blanket, watching the sun creep ever closer to the horizon. 

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@everythingisoverrated @dsakita @i-dont-want-to-be-called @thefridgeismybestie @alexblrus @crazychaotic @redstarstan

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x read #marvel #oneshot #one shot #fanfic #mcu #autumn #fall #cozy #romantic

[john-cardoza]

Bright and Blinking Evil

Prompt (From Pinterest? Maybe?): Our families have been having an unspoken Christmas lights competition since you moved here and now I've finally met my rival.

Sprace

Race walked out of his house and was immediately blinded by lights. He looked away and started walking to the coffee shop quickly to avoid getting a headache. His parents and the people across the street had been having an unspoken Christmas light competition for as long as he could remember. The lights covered his front yard in neat rows, his family spent two hours getting all the lights up and now they could be seen from space. He looked at the house across the street, it looked like they were only halfway done, they probably took a break from the cold. Race had never met the people across the street, his parents had but he had opted to stay home and avoid social interaction. Supposedly they had a son but Race had no interest in meeting him.

He walked into the coffee shop and a bell dinged, his eyes were immediately drawn to a cute boy sitting at a table looking cold and annoyed, but he made his way to the counter instead. Crutchie was working the counter as usual, he wasn’t the best at carrying trays to tables, but he was friendly and people liked him so the coffee shop hired him immediately. It was helpful for Race because Crutchie was his friend and the coffee shop was where he practically lived during the school year.  "Hey Crutch, can get a hot chocolate" Race asked before getting distracted by the cute boy again.

Crutchie smiled "Coming right up"

Race nodded towards the boy "Who's that?" If he came here a lot Crutchie might know him.

Crutchie had a weird ability to remember people's names, even if he only met them once. It was an ability Race envied; he couldn't remember anyone's name and it caused him trouble occasionally.

He leaned over the counter to see who Race was looking at "His name is Spot. He comes in here almost as much as you do I think he lives in the neighborhood"

Race turned back to Crutchie "Really? I've never seen him" He was bad with faces, but the boy was cute enough that Race figured he would remember meeting and most likely flirting with him. "Name's Spot?"

"You go by Racetrack, I don't think you're in a position to tease people about their nicknames" Crutchie pointed out "He usually comes in around eight and you show up around eleven" he explained

That explained it, Race tried to avoid being awake before ten, Cute boy must be a morning person "He's cute"

Crutchie handed Race his drink "Ask him out!"

"I was planning on it" Race paid quickly and walked over to sit down at Spot’s table "My name is Race"

Spot glared at him "What do you want?"

Race smirked, he had a very strong Brooklyn accent "I want to get to know the cute boy sitting in this coffee shop"

"Okay..." Spot stared at Race, clearly wondering what he thought he was doing

Race leaned closer "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"Really? That's the direction you want to go in?" Spot asked disbelievingly. The last time he heard that pick up line was in fourth grade.

Race pouted "I love crappy pick up lines" He turned back to the counter "Crutchie aren't pick up lines the best?"

Crutchie turned away from a customer and rolled his eyes at Race's question "You are the only person who thinks that, now let me do my job"

Spot laughed "Told you" he held out his hand "I'm Spot"

"I know"

Spot looked confused "How do you- Crutchie you traitor!"

Crutchie smiled apologetically and shrugged. Race took Spots hand anyway and he didn't seem to mind "Wow your hand is really cold, what were you doing?"

"My parents were making me help put up Christmas lights" Spot looked annoyed "They make me help every year and I can't wear gloves because they want everything exact, and gloves mess it up apparently "

"That sucks, my parents do the same thing" Race agreed "Once I fell off the roof while putting up lights and my parents didn't notice"

"My dad accidentally attached me to our roof using lights, it got wrapped around my foot and it took him twenty minutes to untangle me" Spot said unzipping his coat.

Race laughed at the mental image of Spot lit up like a Christmas tree on a roof "What do you do other than put up Christmas lights?"

"I don't know my life is pretty empty without decorations" Spot said sarcastically

"I don't believe that, you look very exiting" Race reached out to poke Spot arm, but pulled his hand back when he realized Spot didn't seem like a physical contact person. "I bet you bake and rob banks in your free time" He theorized

"Of course"

"See?"

Spot rolled his eyes "No" Race was about say something but Spots phone beeped and he dug it out of his pocket. "Sorry, I need to finish helping my parents put up lights," He stood up and pulled his coat on.

"I'll walk you home" Race declared putting his coat on and following Spot out of the cafe with a quick wave to Crutchie. He took Spot's phone and put in his phone number "Now you can text me"

Spot pulled back his phone and sent a text to Race so he would know who it was, then he put it back in his jacket pocket "You don't need to walk me home"

Race pouted "I want to, I live in this direction anyway" he pulled out his phone "I wonder who's texting me?"

Spot elbowed him "It's a mystery" He said and kept walking. There were worse things than a cute italian following you home. Not that Spot would ever admit it; but he was glad he would get more time with Race considering they hadn't even known each other for two hours. When his crazy parents told him to take a break from putting up lights he was not expecting it to end with him getting a cute boys phone number. "Just a warning my parents put up a lot of lights"

"People get weird with holidays" Race agreed. He was regretting not wearing a warmer coat, the temperature had dropped and it started snowing. He leaned closer to Spot hoping Spot wouldn't push him away. Spot didn't seem to mind so Race cautiously threaded their fingers together. "Which house is yours?"

"It's over there" Spot pointed down the road in the direction of Race's house.

"Wait..." Race trailed off as a thought occurred to him. Spots parents put up a ridiculous amount of lights, they were only halfway done and Race's neighbors had a son that was his age "Is your house the red one with black trim?"

Spot looked confused "Yeah, how do you know that?"

"I live across the street from you" Race explained. Of all the cute boys in the world he managed to meet the one from the family his father claimed 'Had a evil amount of Christmas spirit and a despicable plan to make our house seem boring' He used the exact same speech every year to the point that Race's little sisters had memorized it and started composing a song.

Spot stopped walking and looked at him "You're the reason I have to help my parents put up christmas lights!" Spot punched him lightly in the arm "I hate christmas lights!"

Race laughed "It wasn't my idea, once I got back from vacation and instead of saying hello or letting me sleep my father made me put up lights" he defended

While Race and Spot were arguing they had finally gotten back to the house and Spot's mom noticed them from the front yard "Sean hurry up! The Higgins already finished putting up their lights we're losing" She noticed Spot wasn't alone "Who are you?"

Race burst into laughter and Spot rolled his eyes trying to stifle a laugh "Your last name is Higgins?"

"And your name is Sean" Race replied "Nice to meet you Mrs Spots mom"

"Call me Alice. Are you?" She trailed off looking between Race and his house

"I am a representative of the Higgins family" Race bowed sarcastically "Nice to meet you"

Spot rolled his eyes "Nice"

"Antonio why are you standing in the street?"  Marie had been watching from the window expecting her son to come inside but instead he had been standing in the street for fifteen minutes.

Race had an idea, it probably wasn't a good idea but he tended to go through with whatever he came up with. He nudged Spot "Are you out?"

Spot looked confused as to why Race wanted to have this conversation in the middle of the street with both of their parents present "Yes, why?"

Race grinned "Because then I am going to settle this for good" he pulled Spot closer; giving him a chance to pull away. When Spot offered no resistance he pulled him the rest of the way and kissed him.

Spot leaned closer and deepened the kiss before he remembered that he was standing in the middle of a street. He slowly pulled away and Race made a sad squeaking sound. "Mom can Race come over?" There definitely needed to be more kissing in the near future.

"I guess. Leave the door open" Alice said with a smirk. She turned to Race's mom "Would you like to come over for dinner, we have plenty of food"

Marie smiled "I would love to"

The Christmas light competition wasn't exactly settled, but it was no longer unspoken. Instead the two families continued to compete then argued about who won for the next year until Christmas rolled around again. It was a perfect tradition.

#this has another semicolon? #Did i understand grammar better last year? #probably #I dont know where i got the prompt from #or i would give credit #its a really good prompt #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #crutchie #newsies #coffee shop #v writes newsies #mine #v writes

[angrykittybarbarian]

Egg Timers

So a while ago I wrote this one shot as a tribute to my friend’s grandfather who passed away suddenly last summer. The following story is inspired by one that has actually happened and when she told me this story of her grandparents I couldn’t help but think that my Ryder and Jaal would totally do such a thing. I hope you like it, I’m not really much of a writer.

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It was a sunny and peaceful day on Harval. The red gas giant was looming over the sky and groups of mantas hovered across the horizon.

Two years have passed since Rachel Ryder, human Pathfinder, had defeated the Archon and effectively began the end of the kett as a meaningful force in the Heleus cluster. Normalcy began to descend over the troubled galaxy, a normalcy the Milky Way species desperately welcomed back and adult angara were absolutely unacustomed to. Even without an imminent threat most of them constantly walked around in battle armour, as if ready to strike down any possible attacker who might show themselves and Resistance patrols were still a very common sight too, although they mostly spent their time walking around and doing nothing.

Colonist settlements and angaran daara began to truly develope and grow. On Harval it meant that the hidden villages stepped into the light where they were formerly hidden by the planet's viscious jungle. And this developement contained a variety of new buildings. For the first time after centuries of chaos and disorganization the angara started to run their own buisnesses. Not the loose trading exchanges they did with eachother mostly to keep everyone alive and supplied, but actual economic structures in co-operation with Milky Way traders.

One of these buisnesses was a shop in Daar Pelaav that opened on this exact day. It wasn't really something special if it wasn't for the galactic scale war with the kett not too long ago. The shop sold mostly kitchen wares and cooking utensiles like plates, pots, pans, bowels and any tool necessary to keep the tummy happy, but also decorational items, simply made to look pretty on a window shelf.

Colourful shining balloons decorated the entrance. A big red sign read '10% opening discount on everything' and a human woman in a painfully yellow t-shirt distributed small packages of candy to any children entering the building with their parents.

Like other curious inhabitants, the Ryder siblings and their partners decided to take a look at the new shopping opportunity.

Rachel, Jaal, Jacob and Vetra came here per Vetra's request respectively. Originally it only involved her husband Jacob, but when Sahuna heared from Rachel, who was telling Jaal that her brother and his lover planned to pay a visit there, the older angaran woman insisted that her son and daughter bring her one of those flower forms she had seen on the extranet not a long time ago so she can bake her pies (or attempts of the same) in them, instead of the blunt round ones she happened to have around during her first try.

So here she stood, with her husband and a clear quest from her mother-in-law. Vetra wasn't so clear about her interest in the place however.

„So, why are we here again?“, Rachel asked, as the group walked in, deliberately ignoring the cringe worthy smile of the woman in the eye cancer provocating t-shirt.

„Vetra wanted to buy something.“, came Jacob's immediate and prompt response.

„Oh really, Captain Obvious? And I thought she wanted to sacrifice a fiend here.“, Rachel shot back, slightly too sharp. It earned her a low chuckle from Jaal and a nervous mandible twitch from Vetra.

„Well, it's because she didn't tell me either what exactly she wanted here, oh mighty queen of saracsm.“, Jacob answered dryly. Vetra beside him fidgeted with her talons restessly.

„I actually wanted it to be a surprise...“, she mumbled shyly. Jacob's face lost at least two shades of colour. Oh boy, not again...

„I found an earth recipe in the Nexus data banks and...“, Vetra explained.

„Vetra, please...“, Jacob attempted to talk the idea ou of her.

„...and I need a very large pot for it and we don't have one, so...“, the turian ended her explanation and glanced into the round.

Rachel had a wide grin on her face that reached from one ear to the other. Her twin brother had told her about the incident with the burnt steak.

„Ah, you wish to cook for him. To take care of someone's every need is a true testimony of love.“, Jaal commented.

Vetra's mandibles twitched again, this time with hope and a slight sparkle in her eyes.

„Yeah, well, she doesn't need to cook for me. There are othr ways, love.“, Jacob said hestitantly and turned to Vetra with his last sentence.

„You don't want me to cook, because of last time?“, she answered with audible dissapointment.

„What? No, no. I mean, I'm an adult-“, he stumbled over his own explanation.

„Or trying to be.“, Rachel threw in. Jacob sighed heavily almost bordering on a growl.

„Look, point is, the reason I'm with you is not because of you being some kind of subtitute mom for me. I'm with you because I enjoy your company, I enjoy you and because you show your love by being there when it counts. That's all I need.“, Jacob replied, his ckeeks won their colours back and turned into a glow of red now.

He looked at Vetra and took her hand in his, exhaling shakily. It was like he was confessing his love to her for the first time.

And here he was complaining about her and Jaal being sickeningly sweet together, Rachel thought, still grinning like an idiot.

She felt Jaal's hand wander up her back and finally resting on her shoulder. He drew her slightly closer and gave her a knowing smile. He thought the same.

„And this is why I love you.“, Vetra said softly.

„No pressuring expectations. But this is also why I want to do this. Not to conform to some ideal or duty. I just thought why not make something nice once in a while?“, she said with more confidence.

Jacob sighed defeatedly. „Alright, let's get in. But promise you'll let me help you with this.“

„Deal. Oh, and you two are officially invited to dinner now.“, Vetra gazed at Rachel and Jaal with her last sentence.

„A pleasure.“, Jaal replied happily and Rachel nodded in agreement.

The group finally entered the shop. A few signs hung from the ceiling, giving directions to the various sections.

„Okay, so cooking is to the right and baking to the left. Where do we go first?“, Rachel asked.

„How about we split up, quickly get what we need and meet up at the exit?“, Jacob suggested.

„Good plan, let's not waste more time in here than needed.“, Rachel agreed. She hated shops like this one, not because it wasn't fun shopping for dayly tools like pans and baking forms, but because she tended to get carried away by the offeres and as a result ended up leaving more money behind than necessary because that bowl was so beautiful and little else.

The group did as planned. As Vetra and Jacob walked straight for the cooking department Rachel and Jaal began looking for the requested silicone form between other baking utensiles. To their great dissapointment they didn't find the desired item anywhere.

„Maybe ask a clerk?“, Jaal suggested. As if on command an angara with a name badge reading his name pinned to his rofjin with the same sickening yellow as the woman's t-shirt from outside they walked by.

„Uh, excuse me?“, Rachel beckoned for him to stop.

„Yes, how can I help?“, he answered.

Rachel proceeded to explain what they were searching for. The angara replied that they had had only few exemplars to begin with which were taken already early on on that day.

„I'm sorry. Perhaps we'll have another load next week.“, he apologized.

„Thanks anyway.“, Rachel answerd and left the clerk to go on about the rest of his work.

„Kind of a pity but not so dramatic. We just come back next week.“, Jaal said. The words were on themselves nothing special but they way he said them made Rachel think for a moment. Like many other angara Jaal still wasn't used to having such certainty in his life. Not too long ago he couldn't even surely tell if he would live to see the next day. Rachel shook the thought away. The shop wasn't really the place to dwelve deeply into such gloomy thoughts.

„Back to our rendevouz point then.“, she prompted and the pair made their way back to the entrance which was also the exit. Rachel however was stopped in her tracks not two seconds later.

On a table she saw packages of egg timers arranged above one another in no particular order. Many of them were standing there unpacked. About twenty to thirty of them.

„Darling one?“, Jaal asked her in confusion as he was forced to stop suddenly as well. A diabolic idea came to her mind and once again a grin spread on her face. But this time it was an evil one.

„You see those things?“, she said and tilted her head to the egg timers. Jaal eyed the devices dubiously. „Yes. What are they?“, he asked. „Egg timers. You use them to see if your cooked egg is ready. They ring once the required time is up.“ Jaal opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something but closed it again. His eyes wandered a bit around as he processed the information until it seemed to sink in as much as it could.

Rachel still grinned. „And...?“, Jaal questioned further as he saw the lasting smile.

„Okay listen, we turn on these unpacked ones, all with a one minute difference.“, Rachel answered. Jaal's face split into a wide smile as he slowly understood where this was going.

„And then we wait.“, he said.

„And then we get the hell out of here.“, Rachel corrected and they immediately proceeded to realize their genius plan. They worked as quickly as possible so they would have enough time to escape before the alarms would go off and returned the colouful devices to their places as accurately as possible so no one would notice that something was off. Once they were done they rushed away to the exit.

Jacob stood behind Vetra as she measured two pots that caught her interest the most against each other.

„Do you think this one's enough?“, Vetra asked and held up the slightly smaller one.

„Depends on how much you want to make.“, Jacob replied.

„Hm...“, Vetra made. She glanced at both pots in exchange before she decided to put the small one back.

„This one's only slightly more expensive. And it will not be too small if we decide to make a bit more.“, Vetra explained. She seemed to be content with her choice and that was for Jacob enough to go with it.

„Alright then, let's go pay and...“, Jacob stopped in midsentence as he turned towards the outskirts of the baking department only to discover Jaal and Rachel fumbling with the egg-timers.

„What's up, Jacob?“, Vetra now asked after his sudden silence. The turian lady followed her lover's gaze to its focus. They both observed the other pair for a few moments before Jaal and Rachel appearantly decided to jogg out of the shop, giggling maniacly and loud enough for Vetra and Jacob to hear.

„Did they seriously...?“, Vetra asked with an unbelieving surprise.

„These children.“, Jacob commented laughingly and shook his head slightly.

Only seconds afterwards the egg-timer began to go off. One loud deafening ringing after the other started to sound through the room in a seemingly unending harmony of panicking annoyance as confused clerks scuttled around the table attempting to turn the devices off.

Shopping for houshold utensiles turned out to be fun after all.

#jaal ama darav #sisryder #vetra nyx #broryder #rydaal #vetryder #m!ryder x vetra #f!ryder x jaal #mass effect andromeda #faniction #i wrote a thing

[ginnyweatherby]

When You Wish Upon a Star

Oh, look, I’m back with a Stanfou story titled after Disney lyrics.  I sense a theme.  @thestanfoubrew and I were talking about these cuties taking a trip to Disney World, and I couldn’t refuse such a wholesome prompt.  Although the funniest part of this story was admittedly her idea.

Takes place in my Barney verse, because it’s been on my mind 24/7 lately.  Barney is 13, and Michelle is 4.  All fluff, all the time.  It’s over 2900 words, so be prepared.

Lefou clutched Michelle’s hand tightly in his own as they walked through the gate.  In an instant, his senses were assaulted by the sounds of children laughing and screaming, the stickiness of the still, humid air, and the smell of freshly baked pretzels and churros.  They had arrived.

“Disneeeey World!”  Michelle sang as they pulled off to the side while Stanley unfolded a map of the park.

“Alright, what are we in the mood for?”  Stanley asked, once he’d familiarized himself with the layout.

“Put that thing away,”  Lefou snorted, as he lifted Michelle onto his shoulders, walking farther into the park.  The front entrance was flooded with people, and he knew that his daughter might wander off if something exciting caught her attention, “we won’t need it,”

“You say that every time we go somewhere,”  Stanley said, neatly folding the map and stashing it in his back pocket, “and yet we always get lost,”

“Getting lost is part of the adventure, dear,”  Lefou announced, with perhaps a little too much grandiosity.

“Plus, we’re in a theme park,”  Barney added, brushing his hair out of his eyes.  He desperately needed a haircut.  “Not the middle of nowhere.  In a storm.  Without phone service.”

“Exactly,” Lefou said.  He knew that Barney wanted to go on the bigger rides, Michelle wanted to see anything and everything The Little Mermaid, Stanley wanted to spend the day comparing and contrasting the snacks, and Lefou, himself wanted to just enjoy the day with his family... and meet Mickey Mouse.  He was determined to take a picture with Mickey Mouse.

“Well, while you three figure out your haphazard itinerary, I’m going to take an, er,”  Stanley eyed the restroom, before he caught sight of a little boy sporting a Lightning McQueen backpack, “pit stop,”

It was only mid-morning and Lefou was already exhausted.  They had waited in lines to ride three rides, waited in lines to meet Goofy, only to have Michelle burst into tears before Lefou could snap the picture, and waited in lines to -

“Eat this,”  Stanley pushed a handful of popcorn in Lefou’s direction, “you need nourishment, you’re getting grumpy,”

“That’s just staying true to the theme,”  Lefou said, but threw a few pieces in his mouth, “Grumpy is a dwarf, after all,”

“Look, Papa!”  Michelle suddenly squealed, “it’s the carpet!  From Aladdin!”

Lefou looked up to where she was pointing.  He saw people riding a simple attraction, floating in the air on “magic carpets”.  It wasn’t exactly a thrill ride, but as she had said, it was Aladdin... and Lefou did love Aladdin.

“Aw, c’mon,”  Barney groaned, as Lefou pushed him toward the line, “that’s a lame one, and we already went on Dumbo,”

“But it’s Aladdin, Barney,”  Lefou said, batting his eyelashes at the teenager. Barney was a sweet kid, really, and he had been helpful enough keeping Michelle within eyesight, and even sacrificed his spot in line when Michelle so urgently needed to use the bathroom, but Lefou never could waste an opportunity to embarrass his son in public, “do it for me. Your aging papa, he doesn’t have... many... years... left,” Lefou leaned his weight on Barney’s shoulder, throwing his voice into a raspier tone to emulate an elderly man.

“Papa!” Barney rolled his eyes, his cheeks slightly pink, as a few people turned their heads at Lefou’s dramatics.

“If you go on this, I’ll take you on Haunted Mansion again,”  Lefou said, straightening himself.  “You don’t even have to ride with your sister,”

Barney perked up at that – until Stanley threw his arm around his shoulder.

“That’s right,”  Stanley said, with a smirk, “you can go with your old dad this time,”

Barney crossed his arms in a huff, but Lefou could see the corners of his mouth quirk upwards.

“You’ve gotta friend in me,”  Michelle sang from her perch on Stanley’s shoulders as they waited for Toy Story Midway Mania, “you’ve gotta friend in me!”

The wait was the longest line Lefou had ever bothered to stand in, but after a game of I-Spy, a hearty serving of cotton candy, and Michelle’s thirty two choruses of “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” they had nearly reached the entrance.  It was the perfect attraction for their family, Lefou had to admit, despite the line.  Michelle loved Toy Story, and Barney spent many an afternoon holed up in his room playing video games as the room got dark around him.

He seated himself next to Barney on the ride, who was bragging under his breath about besting everyone else.  Lefou suspected he had been spending a little too much time with Uncle Gaston the past few weeks.

“Be nice,”  Lefou reminded him, with a chuckle, sliding the glasses needed for the ride over his nose, “she’s only four,”

“Oh, I’ll be nice to Michelle,” Barney assured, as the car began to move, “it’s Dad that really has to watch out,”

Lefou laughed again, as they began to spin through the track.  Going to the shooting range with Gaston numerous times over the years had taught Lefou decent aim, but he couldn’t say his virtual skills were quite as good.  He could tell he was missing the targets by a long shot. He watched as Barney’s score racked higher and higher, and couldn’t help but smile at his son’s youthful laugh as he hit a particularly difficult target.  It reminded him of when Barney was younger, and the smile was ever present on his face.

Lefou returned his attention to his own score when he realized how horribly he was losing, shooting the last few targets to the best of his ability.  He was slightly dizzy as they walked off of the ride, squinting in the sunlight, as Stanley and Michelle followed close behind.

“How’d you do, Michelle?”  Lefou asked, peering over Stanley’s shoulder as he studied the map for the fifth time that day.  He didn’t pay close attention to Michelle’s answer, muttering something under his breath, as he pointed to a spot on the map, when he heard Barney yelp.

“What!?”

“What what?”  Stanley closed the map, frowning at the kids.  Barney was staring, arms crossed at his sister, who had her hands on her hips. “What happened?”

“She... can you believe it?”  Barney threw his hands in his air, turning around in an almost comical fashion.  Lefou supposed his knack for melodrama was more taught, rather than inherited.

“Believe what?”  Stanley furrowed his brow, and Lefou mirrored the expression.  The kids were yammering on excitedly two minutes ago, and now they were arguing?  How long was he looking at that map...?

“Believe that... that she...”  Barney huffed loudly, “she beat me!”

The confusion and concern left Stanley’s eyes and were replaced by a cheerful glimmer.  “Did she now?”

“I did!”  Michelle began to jump up and down on the pavement, waving her little arms around.  “I’mma natural, Daddy!”

“A natural pain in the -”

“Bartholomew,” Lefou cut him off before he could continue the crude sentence.

“It’s not fair,”  Barney huffed, as Stanley led them along the road.

“It’s just a game, sweetie,”  Stanley said, patting the boy on his shoulder, as Barney winced at the pet name.

“Just a game I should have won,”

“Barney, if you don’t stop -”  Lefou began, before -

“IT’S ARIEL, PAPA!  DADDY, LOOK, IT’S PRINCESS ARIEL!”

Lefou saw Ariel, waving at them as Michelle danced in excitement (...was that excitement?  when had they last taken a pit stop?), waving her little arms in return.

“Can we go say hi, Papa?”  Michelle was nearly incoherent, her emotions getting the best of her, as she saw her favorite movie character smiling brightly at her.

“Of course, sweetheart, just one min-”  before Lefou could finish his sentence, Michelle was bolting across the road, collapsing into Ariel’s arms as she hugged her idol.

“It’s so nice to see you, Princess!”  Ariel said, cheerily, “how are you doing today?”

“I’m great!”  Michelle said, and Lefou couldn’t help but take a few too many pictures of them just talking.  He would apologize to his Instagram followers later, it was too cute to miss.  “You’re my favorite princess!”

“Really, now?”  Ariel held the girl at arms’ length, looking at her face. “Because I think you’re my favorite princess,”

Michelle giggled, “I’m not a princess,”

“Is that so?”  Ariel asked, putting on a mock serious expression, “because I heard from my friend, Moana that if you wear a dress and have an animal sidekick, that makes you a princess,”

“Maui said that, actually,”  Barney muttered under his breath.

“You know Moana?”  Michelle gasped.

“Of course I do!”  Ariel laughed, “so, tell me.  Do you wear dresses?”

Michelle inspected her own outfit.  A red dress with white spots that always made Lefou think of Minnie Mouse, appropriate for their trip.  “I’m wearing a dress right now!”

“And do you have an animal sidekick?”

“I have a cat!  And a dog!”  Michelle said.

“And she has you, Barney,”  Stanley said, nudging his shoulder, trying to break his son’s bad mood.

“Dad,”

“Barney,”

“I guess that settles it, then,”  Ariel said, with a tone of finality. “you must be a princess.  I trust you’ll take on your responsibility, and do good for your kingdom,”

Michelle nodded, seriously.

“Alright, then,”  Ariel said, flashing a smile at the rest of the family, “would you like a picture?  Do you have one of those... oh, what do they call them... shell phones?”

Michelle giggled, “it’s a cell phone, silly,”

“Oh, of course,”  Ariel said, pulling Michelle to her side, posing as Lefou held up the phone, “silly me.  Growing up under the sea means I still have a lot to learn, I suppose.  Good thing I have you to help me!”

“Okay, Michelle, say cheese!”

It had taken another half hour, and a promise of ice cream, but Barney’s mood had finally improved, and he was back to smiling for the pictures, and laughing on the rides, and even gave Michelle a piggyback ride when she asked.

It was late afternoon, and they had hit almost all of the attractions they had aimed for, and were filling in the gaps before the fireworks. They had met Ariel and Tiana, Lefou had impressed Donald Duck with his impression (Stanley holding Michelle at a safe distance), and even Barney got a little excited to meet The Mad Hatter when they greeted Alice.  They rode the roller coasters and Haunted Mansion for Barney and Stanley, the smaller rides for Michelle (and Lefou, if he was being honest), and tried so many snacks – per Stanley’s request – that Lefou was sure he wouldn’t be able to eat greasy or sugary foods for a month, and had a hankering for a vegetable of any kind.

All in all, it had been a good day, and it wasn’t even over yet.  The sun was beginning to set, and the crowds were beginning to clear out. Michelle was getting a little whiny, and Barney was yawning impressively, but Lefou was determined to watch the fireworks show.  It wasn’t a successful Disney trip without it.

They were wandering around the gift shops as they waited.  Michelle found an entire display dedicated to The Little Mermaid, and couldn’t decide what her favorite souvenir was.  Barney was rooting through the racks of shirts, he appeared to be drawn to the ones honoring the villains.

“Hey, Papa?”  He called across the store, holding up a shirt, that displayed a few of his favorites, Jafar, Scar, Maleficent... “you’re the Disney expert, who’s the one in the middle?  In the red shirt?”

Lefou scratched the back of his head, confused.  It was true, he was a bit of a Disney expert, he thought he had seen almost all of the movies, but he couldn’t seem to place this one.  It was a man; tall, dark hair, a red coat, a cleft chin... but he couldn’t for the life of him place who it might be.

“I... I honestly have no idea,”  Lefou shrugged, his pride slightly bruised.

“Uncle Gaston!”  Michelle said.

“Excuse me?”  Lefou raised an eyebrow.  That man on the shirt didn’t look anything like his friend.

“We should buy this for Uncle Gaston,”  Michelle held up a stuffed animal.

“... Bambi?”  Lefou couldn’t remember a time when Gaston would have had ever shown an interest in a movie about baby animals.

“It’s not just Bambi,”  Michelle said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “it’s a deer!  Like Uncle Gaston has on his wall!”

Stanley let out a hoot of laughter, “for that reason alone, we’re buying this for him,” he took the toy from Michelle’s hand, peering at the price tag, “... and then we don’t have to buy him a birthday or Christmas present for two years,”

Lefou laughed, as he glanced at a clock on the wall (why did the clock have a face?  Were the hands supposed to be a mustache?), and noticed it was getting late.  “Have you guys found anything you like?  We should be going, we want to get a good spot for the fireworks,”

“I want this!”  Michelle decided, pulling a (rather large) Flounder plush from one of the shelves.

Lefou nodded, turning his head to Barney, “and you?”

Barney shrugged, examining the shirt one more time, “even though I have no idea who this guy is, I think I like this one.  It has Captain Hook on it,”

“How about you, Babe?”  Lefou asked, throwing a smile to Stanley, “do you need a little trinket to remember the day by?”

“I think the five thousand pictures you took should be enough,” Stanley teased, but he was looking longingly at a display of mugs.

“Buy the mug,”  Lefou encouraged, “actually, buy two.  I want a Mickey one,”

The family of four weaved their way through the crowd as they hunted for the perfect spot to watch the fireworks.  Stanley was carrying Michelle so she wouldn’t get lost in the large groups of people, and even Barney was holding onto the back of Lefou’s shirt “just in case”.

“This’ll do,”  Stanley decided, slowing to a stop.

“Speak for yourself,”  Lefou muttered, as he wedged himself uncomfortably between his husband and a woman he didn’t know.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t take ten minutes choosing between a mug with Mickey Mouse, or a different mug with Mickey Mouse, we could have found a better spot,”

Lefou scowled, but didn’t have much time to pout, as the music began to play, signaling the beginning of the show.  His discomfort was instantly forgotten as his eyes were drawn to the castle, now lit up with lights and his ears filled with familiar melodies.  He’d always loved watching fireworks, and there was no better display – in his opinion, anyway – than the ones at Disney World.  He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the show, as he hummed along to the songs from his favorite movies.  Classics like Aladdin, and The Jungle Book, and the more modern ones that Michelle loved to watch, like Moana, and Frozen.  He had always had a certain fondness for Olaf, after all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Michelle rest her head on Stanley’s shoulder, obviously exhausted from the busy day.  Barney rested his arm around Lefou’s shoulder, he was almost his height, already.

The fireworks were so beautiful, Lefou felt a lump form in the back of his throat.  They watched the show until the music swelled to a roar, the fireworks shot out at an alarming rate and then – silence. Only for a moment... and then applause.  Lefou swallowed the lump in his throat, wiped a stray tear away, and clapped along.  He heard Stanley let out a loud whoop.

The crowd began to slowly disperse, and Lefou saw, despite the noise, Michelle had fallen asleep against Stanley’s shoulder.  Barney let out a long yawn, as they followed the flow of people making their way to the parking lot.

“I’d say that was a successful day,”  Lefou announced, as they seated themselves in the car (after spending twenty minutes trying to locate it).

“No kidding,”  Stanley chuckled, as he started the car, looking into the backseat from the rear-view mirror.  Michelle was slumped over in her car seat, fast asleep, and Barney was slouched in the seat next to her, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his eyes, almost asleep himself, “they’ll sleep well tonight,”

Lefou let out a yawn of his own, and nodded, “so will I,”

Stanley turned the radio on low volume as they slowly made their way out of the parking lot to head back to the hotel, “that was some fireworks show, hmm?”

“I’ll say,”  Lefou agreed,  “I cried,”

“I thought you might,”  Stanley glanced over, with a wink, “there was one thing I didn’t know, though,”

“What was that?”

“When they had the part with all the princesses,”  Stanley said, flicking the turn signal, “I recognized Ariel, of course, Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora...”

“But...?”

“But who on earth was the one in the yellow dress?”

#i took some creative liberty on this #don't pay it any mind #let's also ignore the fact they live in france #and there's a disneyland in france #i went with disney world because i know it best #lefou's reaction to the fireworks was partially based on mine just watching the show on youtube #i tried to have barney act more his age than in Baby Mine #disney #beauty and the beast #stafou fan fiction #lefou #stanley #stafou #stanfou #random ramblings #weatherby writes #i like queue for who you are