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spectr3inl0ve · 10 months

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me and my husband - miguel x wife!spider!reader

authors note: this took like two weeks and for what? 😹 anyways, i was sooo proud of myself for thinking of this lmao

summary: miguel x wife!spider!reader based on 'me and my husband' by mitski

contains ⚠️: ANGST, fluff?, comfort, wife!fem!spider!reader, dead daughter (gabriella), flashbacks italicised

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“I steal a few breaths

From the world for a minute

And then I’ll be nothing forever

And all of my memories

And all of the things I have seen

Will be gone

With my eyes with my body with me”

“Miguel!” you call out shakily, your daughter, Gabriella, secure on your back. Your husband instinctively sprints toward the two of you, as you desperately try to escape the collapsing of your universe.

“Take Gabi, I-I gotta help Peter B.,” you lift your now sobbing daughter off your back and into Miguels’ arms. Miguel opens his mouth for a split second, before it zips shut again. He gives you a firm nod, his thick brows furrowed, before cradling your daughter to his chest and leaning in to give your temple a kiss. You kiss the top of Gabi’s head swiftly, before using your webs to swing towards Peter B., who is in the middle of moving - no, shoving - civilians toward safety. It breaks your heart when you hear your daughter’s fearful whimpers as Miguel reassures her, telling her everything will be okay.

Not even five minutes later, you spot Miguel running with Gabriella in his arms, people glitching out of existence left and right. You swing towards them, a few metres behind them, before you are stopped by Peter, his hands firm on your shoulders, telling you it’s too dangerous. Peter’s tall figure and Miguel’s even taller and broader figure obscures most of your view, but you choke back a sob as you catch sight of your daughter disintegrating in her fathers arms. Not really her fathers arms, but you didn’t know that yet.

“Dad! Dad, no!” Gabriella cries, before disappearing, leaving Miguel staring where her body was a second ago, breathing heavily. You couldn’t help but rip off your mask and bury your head in your shaking hands, sobbing hysterically.

“But me and my husband

We’re doing better

It’s always been just him and me

Together”

quick a/n: DONT ASK HOW READER SURVIVED, FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP WHATEVER THEORY YOU SEE FIT :)

“Miguel. We gotta move, you’ll have to bring your er…wife, too.” Peter calls and the world seems to close in. You’re still sobbing into your own hands - mask left forgotten on the ground -, Miguel immobile, still staring blankly into his hands.

“Okay.” Miguel says after a few beats, his voice uneven with grief. Out of the corner of your eye, in front of Miguell, a hexagonal, orange…portal? opens up and he steps signals for Peter to go through. Peter releases your shoulders, though not before giving them a reassuring squeeze, and a nod at Miguel before making his way into the portal. Once it’s just the two of you, Miguel is immediately at your side, drawing you into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before crouching to wipe your tears away with his thumbs. Your tears have subsided, reduced to sniffles. Miguel smiles sadly at you, murmuring,

“C’mon, cariño. I’m sorry, but we have to go. Now.” you nod at his words, running with him into the portal.

“So I bet all I have on that

Furrowed brow

And at least in this lifetime

We’re sticking together

Me and my husband

We’re sticking together”

“Mig, what is this? Where are we? What just happened?!” you cry, shaking his wrists. You’re in a dark, strange room filled with all sorts of holographic technology. It looks so futuristic, like it came straight out of one of those robotic or intergalactic movies you would watch with what was your family, until a few minutes ago. Peter B. was in the room as well, staring off into the distance to give you and your husband some privacy. Miguel sighed,

“This is…this is my office?” he frowns, almost…confused?

“My office in the Spider Society Headquarters.” he finishes, leaving you even more confused than you were a few moments ago.

“Miguel. You’re not making any sense. I know you’re Spider-Man, but didn’t-didn’t you work at-?”

“I haven’t been truly honest with you. Let me explain from the beginning.”

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“You, you replaced my dead husband?! You were the cause of MY daughter’s death?! The cause of my ‘universe’s collapse? I-I…” you broke off, sobbing again. You felt so much betrayal. So much hurt, anger. And now Miguel - the man you thought was your husband - wants you to join his little gang of Spiders? Hell. No.

“Before you say anything, you can’t really go anywhere else without glitching, or causing its universe to collapse - if you stay there long enough.” Miguel says, looking at his feet.

“He’s not wrong, you know. Glitching is painful as well. Take it from me.” Peter B. cuts in, offering you a tight smile. You painfully realise that Miguel is right, you don’t have anywhere to go. And you suppose it would be nice to still see your husband’s face everyday. You still love him, despite the fact he isn’t really the Miguel you thought you knew.

“Fine. But you’re going to have to tell me more about how you came to be here, Miggy.” you tell Miguel, who goes red at the nickname you use for him. Clearly, he was caught off guard, assuming you would be visibly fuming at him. Peter B. chuckles lowly, murmuring, “Miggy,” under his breath before suppressing a snicker.

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You had trained hard to get to where you are now, mentally and physically. The death of your only daughter took a heavy toll on you, but a few months later, you can confidently say you were okay. It turns out that while Miguel was in your dimension, his AI assistant, Lyla, had been keeping a hand on the wheel, extending invitations to Spider-People that Miguel had deemed qualified enough to the Spider Society. The missions you went on were usually pretty uneventful, due to the fact that the anomalies or whatever you were chasing were almost always outnumbered, and usually outpowered by the legion of Spider-People hunting them down. Though there were always missions where you and/or a few others came back heavily injured. On your most recent mission, you came back with a sprained ankle, and many cuts and bruises on your body. Miguel was not impressed; patching you up while huffing and puffing about you needing to be more careful. It seems that you got special treatment, understandable, right? You are his wife after all…

You take a large bite into a Spider-Man 2099 themed burger with a grin, internally laughing at the fact that Miguel hadn’t noticed them yet. Peter B. sits opposite you, Pavitr to your left, and Hobie sitting across from him.

“I think it’s kinda funny that Miguel hasn’t caught onto these burgers yet,” you say with a small laugh, setting the burger down. Pav is already cackling at the thought, while Hobie sits there with his signature smirk plastered on his face while Peter chuckles slightly.

“Yeah it’s a miracle, he’s usually so observant. Ooor…he does know, and likes them,” he says, a large grin on his face by the end of his sentence. You silently agree with him, as you listen to the animated conversation that Pavitr had started up with Hobie, Peter making a few contributions occasionally.

Lyla simultaneously displays from the gizmos on your wrists, telling you all,

“Miguel wants you all to see him, for a mission.” finishing with a playful wink.

“Okaay! Another mission, let’s go!” Pavitr says, bubbly as always. You couldn’t help but smile as you get up and follow the rest of the group, while Pavi giggles about something along the lines of “being Spider-Man is so easy and soo fun!”.

While walking through the tech-junk filled sort of hallway in Miguel’s office, you spot Hobie shamelessly pocketing a few loose pieces. You playfully punch him on the shoulder, quietly scolding him for his antics. He smirks and remarks,

“The bossman won’t notice, got bigger things to worry ‘bout, yeah?”. You laugh and shake his head at his words, as you approach the high-up platform, waiting for it to painfully descend. After a few moments you’re able to make out Miguel’s form, facing the four of you, his hands on his waist; his signature stance. Peter giggles out of the corner of his mouth, muttering,

“Always so dramatic.”. You silently agree with him, as Miguel walks towards you guys, chin slightly up, eyes peering down at your faces.

“We have another Doc Ock variant, an anomaly from Earth 1829 in Earth 5820. I will be coming with you lot for this mission.” Miguel finishes, glaring slightly at you by the end of it. You will yourself not to roll your eyes, knowing that all he’s coming along to practically babysit you. You settle for a glare back at him, before his eyes flicker to Hobie, pointing at him and telling him not to do anything stupid. Hobie puts his hands up in mock surrender,

“Got it, ‘m not going anywhere.” he says, unable to stop his smirk from turning into a grin.

“Dios mÍo…I don’t know why I still tolerate you.” Miguel huffs out, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning away from him and going back toward his desk. He types something up on his keyboard, and the illuminated monitor displays an image of an octopus? What on Earth is-

“Looks like Doc Oc found away to become one with the octopus,” Peter snickers; Pavitr giggling with him.

“Correct, Peter. That is what we’ll be after. We must hurry before it wreaks havoc in New York.”Miguel states, while opening a portal to New York City, Earth 5820. You walk through in a single file line, coming out on the top of a building. The air smells smoky, smokier than that of your universe of origin. The ground shook, clearly, the Doc Ock variant had caused a substantial amount of damage already.

“It’s coming from Times Square, let’s go!” Miguel bellowed, swinging toward the cause of the earthquake, everyone following suit. As you get closer, you take in the sight of a ginormous blue-green octopus with metallic pincers on the end of them snapping menacingly at the fleeing crowd of people.

“Woah…” you breathe, eyes widening when you realise that it’s more like a half-octopus, the tentacles being the bottom part of a woman.

“She looks like Ursula from The Little Mermaid, don’t you think?” you call out to the group, Peter and Pavitr agreeing with you.

“Enough with the jokes, let’s-” Miguel starts, before the Doc Ock swivels around to face your group, swinging toward her.

“-Okay, new plan. Let’s split up; Peter, Pavitr, Hobie - you three stick together and distract the anomaly!” The men nod and advance forward to do as instructed while you and Miguel swing towards the nearest apartment rooftop to hopefully discuss further gameplan. When Miguel doesn’t say anything, your lenses narrow as you glower at him, not over the fact that you were practically being babysat by your husband; Miguel takes note of this.

“I- okay, before you say anything, I’m mainly here because I don’t trust that punk Hobie.” He assures you, putting emphasis on the last part, “I also want to make sure you-everyone has someone they can fall back on, and protect them if…things get rough.”. Fortunately for Miguel, this was good enough for you, giving him a curt nod.

“Got it. Soo, how are we gonna contain the anomaly?” you question. Miguel was quick to answer,

“While the others distract Doc Ock, we’re going to use my webs to bind it, and entrap it in a Trap Box and get it back to HQ. Got it?”. You nod and use your webs to catapult yourself in Doc Ock’s direction. Miguel’s plan goes smoothly, the anomaly tightly bound by Miguel’s red, digital webs. Peter and Pavitr were aiding civilians trying to get away, trying to bring some order to the chaos. You and Hobie were in the process of disarming Doc Ock of her pincers, using a mixture of webbing, tugging, and other devices - courtesy of Margo.

“Bloody pincers take forever to take off…” Hobie muttered irritably. He called your name saying, “You mind finding somethin' to to 'elp us?”, you nod, jumping off the rubble you were standing on to look for anything big, sharp, or dangerous to aid you. That’s when you spot Miguel, with those talon-like appendages that stick out of the arms of his suit.

“Miguel! We can’t get the damn pincers off quick enough, could ya’ help?!” you call out. Miguel shoots you a look, and you know that through his mask, he’s already annoyed.

“I’m kinda busy, sweetheart! Can’t you shocking see that?!” he shouts at you, before sighing heavily and using one of the hands tugging the glowing web taut to shoot another out toward a stray tentacle, swiftly yanking off the pincer. You aim your web shooters toward another pincer and let them fly, sticking onto the metal.

After a good while of tugging and frustration, you finally get another pincer off, but you and Hobie realise that it’s no use, rushing over to Miguel’s side,

“Wh-What are you guys doing?! Get rid of the pincers!” Miguel yells, agitation coating his words. Hobie explains it’s no use, and that you guys should be helping him contain the anomaly in other ways. Miguel grunts in response, before instructing the two of you to use your webs to bind the anomaly while Miguel sets up a Trap Box. Once you’ve got your webs wound around the entire figure of Doc Ock, Miguel releases his webs and starts setting up the digital containment chamber. Miguel was almost done, but then you heard a scream, the scream of a small child. You whip your head toward the sound and see a small child amongst the few 100 other people who haven’t made their way out yet - stuck under a piece of rubble. Hobie notices and murmurs,

“Nah, don’t, love. Get Pav or Peter to do it. We gotta deal with this…”. You don’t know what happened - one second you were doing what was instructed of you, and the next you had let your webs fall slack as you dash for the crying child. You reach the child and help him get free of the rubble, and scooping him into your arms, as Hobie yells a stream of slurs as the anomaly starts to wriggle free. Hobie calls for you to help him, unable to hold Doc Ock down. You just stand there, cradling the crying child to your chest. Behind you, Miguel stands fuming, even though he and Hobie had managed to contain the anomaly, who is now banging its tentacle at the digital walls.

“Mujer estúpida,” Miguel mumbles, as he calls for everyone to gather round. You reluctantly set the child down, and slowly turn toward Miguel. The realisation of what you had done risked the fate of the multiverse. When you finally turn around, you’re greeted with a seething 6’9 man. You can practically see the steam coming from his ears. (Translation: stupid woman)

Once you’re in his office - your masks off -, Pavitr, Hobie, and Peter dismissed, Miguel is borderline screaming at you for your reckless act to save the child, who,

“-would have been fine even if you didn’t save him!” and that, “no matter how pure your intentions are, your main priority is to SAVE. THE. MULTIVERSE. Regardless of what you have to do.”. After the twenty minutes your boss spent berating you for your actions - and what their consequences may be - you’re left standing meekly in front of him, head hung low, staring at your feet. Miguel exhales a long sigh,

“Look,” he says, his tone much softer than the one he used a few moments earlier, “I think I know why you saved that damn kid. I…I understand that, querida, I do. But that is not always the best thing to do. Not when there is so much more at stake,”. You nod, understanding his words.

“I hate yelling at you, it breaks my heart to see you shatter like this - because of me. I’m sorry,” Miguel tells you, bending down to be closer to eye-level with you. You slowly look up at him, your eyes wide and glassy. Miguel is briefly reminded of a baby deer, with the way your eyes look and the way the start of your eyebrows quirk up in sorrow. He spreads his arm wide enough for you to stumble into them, and when you do, he envelopes you in an embrace, his hand rubbing your back soothingly.

“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve let one of the others take care of that child. I let my emotions get the better of me.” you mumble, returning the hug.

“All in all, we still stopped the anomaly from causing further damage, so don’t worry about it, okay? When we get home, we’ll go out okay? I know a new place that’s gotten a ton of good reviews…” your husband suggests, trying to make you feel even just a little bit better about the situation. You nod into his chest.

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

While Miguel had brushed off the fact that you almost risked the fate of the multiverse, a portion of the thousands of other Spiders hadn’t. Initially, when word got around that you slipped up, most people didn’t care, until they learnt what the cause of it was.

“All for a child?” “Seriously?” “How reckless!” were some of the many comments people had to offer. They weren’t horrible, just the occasional stink eyes and scoffs when you were around.

“It’s like no one else has done something wrong! What I did wasn’t even that bad!” you rant to Peter B., exasperated. The man in front of you lets out a series of “uhuh”s, “mhm”s and “exactly!”s whilst preoccupied with the little redheaded toddler trying to climb up a wall. You sigh, before making your exit, heading over to Sector 8.

Once walking through the gates of Sector 8, there’s a wave of silence as the Spider people occupying the area stare intently at you, silently scrutinising you. You timidly walk around groups of congregating Spiders, the hubbub of chatter returning.

“How is she still part of the Society? After what she risked…” you hear from a Peter Parker variant. That comment didn’t phase you but what stung was the response from a gossipy variant of Mary-Jane,

“Perks of being Miguel’s wife, she’s had everything here handed to her on a silver platter. I didn't take Miguel to be one to play favourites.”. Pushing through another group, you struggle to stop the tears from stinging your eyes. You shoot a web to the nearest corner, mounting yourself on the wall, and you tear your mask off. Your hair bounces out and sort of tilts to the side, due to the fact that you’re sitting on the wall. Sinking into a cross-legged position, you bury your head in your hands, eyes closed, not necessarily crying or anything, just taking a break from the multiverse. You focus on your breathing, breathing in and out, in and out as a way to calm yourself, deflecting all the nasty things that the Spiders, who should theoretically be nice beings, had said about the whole ordeal.

You stay like that for a while, happy in your own little world, before a firm tap on your knee gets you to look up - no, sideways from your position. Miguel. Standing on the ground, looking up at you with concern.

“You alright, mi vida?”

You smile in response, nodding your head yes as you leap from your spot on the wall to Miguel’s side. He faces you and puts his hands on your shoulders, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“One of the guys notified me that you were seeming kind of out of it,” he pauses, trying to find the right words to articulate, “I came to check on you.”. Now it’s your turn to look up at him,

“Yeah I’m fine, Miggy.” you assure him, peering at his reddened eyes through your lashes. Miguel tilts his head to the side and frowns slightly, before sighing and guides your head to his chest with a large hand. He dips his head to kiss the top of yours, glowering at any of the other Spiders who’re staring.

“I love you, okay? You are one of, if not the most amazing person I’ve ever known. You work so hard, and always put in 200% and you’re always looking out for everyone, even if it means risking the Arachno-Humanoid-Polymultiverse.” he expressed, grimacing a bit at the ridiculously long name he had coined for the multiverse. You laugh, pressing your nose to Miguel’s chest. No matter what happens, you think, it’ll always be me and my husband.

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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dad!peter maximoff

pairing: peter maximoff x mutant! f!reader

genre: fluff

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You stop in your tracks and catch your breath, you've been trying to chase down your 6 year old, Vincent who's been running around and breaking down some of your furniture in the process. Unfortunately for you, your son inherited his dad's abilities instead of yours, making it harder for you to stop him from causing more damage and possibly, himself.

"Why am I doing the chasing here? You have the super speed, do something!" You shout at Peter who’s clapping and cheering on your son.

You’re technically looking after two kids.

“Peter!” you call again, clapping your hands together to catch his attention, causing him to get startled and jump a little.

"Okay-okay, I'll go get him" He replies, zooming off to go after Vincent.

You watch the two speedsters dash around your living room, the strong wind from their movements making you stumble every time they past by you. Your eyes try to follow them and soon you realized that your husband is not trying to stop Vincent, instead, he was permitting the playing even more as you hear giggles from them.

“My boy's faster than his daddy!” Peter exclaims.

A huge sigh escapes your lips and rub your forehead. You plop down on the couch behind you and tiredly watch the two play, you weren't annoyed though, the scene makes your heart melt, you're just tired that's all. A young regular human with so much energy is already hard to handle, but a mutant with this kind of ability? Oh god.

After a while, the TV starts to show your son's favorite show and an idea suddenly popped in your mind. You raise hands and they start glow white, so does your eyes. You cast an illusion around your living room, the cartoons from the show appear on the ceiling together with stars, the moon, and other intergalactic things you could think of.

Vincent abruptly stops at the center, his head tilted upwards and lips slightly parted from awe. Peter stands beside him as you continue with your illusion, his stance and expression's the same as the boy.

"Darling maybe you should lay down" you tell your son who immediately obliged, followed by Peter. Vincent lays his head comfortably on his father's stomach, the two watching the mesmerizing scene unfold.

"Peter, honey, pat his thigh. Put him to sleep" you whisper-shout.

"You know, I always forget you can do these things. You're so amazing" He reply, his attention still glued on your illusion, you never fail to captivate him with your powers - he's such a child.

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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i want it to last forever (all the magic and fun at sea) -- beachisode zine fic!

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The screech of the comm knocks Keith out of his laser focus. He barely manages to dodge the blow from the Gladiator, aimed for his face, throwing himself to the side at the last second. He calls out for the simulation to end as the comm buzzes and crackles with static, wincing at the feedback. By the time it settles into something that doesn’t hurt to hear, he’s gulped down three water pouches and sips slowly on his fourth, catching his breath.

“No it’s — my — Pidge, let go, it’s my turn!”

“Nuh-uh! You get to announce all the time! I want to!”

“I’m just better at it!”

“Liar! Let — Hunk, I am going to taze you!”

The sound of their squabbling makes him snort. He won’t be hearing any announcement for a while if they’re like this, so instead of waiting around for instructions he just scoops up his comm, tugs on a shirt, and heads to the bridge.

As expected, the sounds of scuffling only escalate. Keith can’t tell for sure, but he’s reasonably certain that Hunk and Pidge have graduated to actively trying to claw the intercom mic away from each other. He thinks he even heard the buzzing of Pidge’s bayard, as threatened previously.

As he’s walking past the kitchen, he hears static again, and then a clunk followed by brisk footsteps. Hunk and Pidge’s whining quickly follows.

“Aw, Coran, no fair!”

“C’mon, you always let Allura announce stuff! We never get a turn!”

Seconds later, another voice fills the radio waves, prim and proper and positively dripping with smug satisfaction:

“All paladins please report to the bridge, we’re receiving a foreign call.”

Keith snorts. Hunk and Pidge should have known it was a lost cause. There are only two people on this ship who Coran blatantly favouritizes, and it is neither of them.

He sees the exact scene he expects to see when he walks into the bridge — Hunk and Pidge sulking in their chairs, scowling at the Princess and each other, and Allura sticking her tongue out at them behind Coran’s back. As Allura mentioned, a calling code flashes up on the screen, dialling into their non-emergency line.

Keith walks over to his own chair and sits down, pulling up the number to look at its diagnostics.

“You smell like a gym bag,” Pidge complains, wrinkling her nose at him. Keith considers throwing his sweat-soaked shirt at her just to hear her scream. She turns to Shiro, who has just walked into the bridge. “Shiro, make him change.”

“Do not even think about it,” Shiro says immediately, looking at where Keith has his hands curled around the hem of his shirt. He rolls his eyes and makes a show of letting go. “And Pidge, stop being dramatic. He’s not even sitting anywhere near you.”

At once, Pidge in Keith are allied again, if only to look at each other and roll their eyes as hard as they can as Shiro watches, hoping to make him as exasperated as possible. Judging by the weight of his sigh, it works.

They smirk at each other. Success.

“So what’s this call?” Shiro asks, sitting in his own chair. He presses a button on his dash and the ringing noise accompanying the flashing notification mute.

“We were hoping one of you would know,” Coran says. “The call came in ten doboshes ago. It’s not a recorded number, and it’s encrypted, so none of us know where it’s from. The closest star we can triangulate to it is BX-SD78R3.”

All three present humans stare at the advisor blankly. He holds up a finger, ruffling through some papers until he finds a folded one, unfolding the thing like a map and staring at it intensely, forehead creasing as he tries to decipher the rudimentary Altean characters.

“Ah. The Road Work Ahead Star.”

“Ohhh, okay,” Hunk says. His understanding is echoed in the rest of the paladin’s expressions. “I know that one.”

A couple years ago, now, Lance got fed up with all intergalactically recognised names for stars and systems. He was not the only one. Try as they might, none of them were capable of memorizing thousands of strings of alphanumeric codes, especially not when they were translated into Terran characters. Hunk helpfully described it as hearing the letters but only static happening in his brain. The codes simply didn’t /mean/ anything, the way that words did. The whole thing was just a mess, and it made it hard for the team to strategise, because the Alteans would name a star or system, and the humans would shrug helplessly at them until they pulled out a map or pointed out the nearest planet they recognised.

Lance, of course, was the first to handle the problem. He spent weeks writing out a list renaming every single star or system to something the humans could understand, with their intergalactic names right next to them so everyone could translate. Many of the names were relevant, and made sense — names like Arus for the Arusian planet, Space Mall Moon for the space mall moon, on and on — but many systems simply weren’t occupied, or didn’t have an easily determined name, so Lance just named them after random pop culture things.

Whatever works, honestly.

“Did they send a message?” Pidge asks, clicking through the lines of code of the encryptions.

“Nothing. It’s just a call.”

Hunk hums, squinting at the calling code like it will turn into answers at his behest. “Do we think it’s Galra?”

“It’s a possibility,” Allura agrees. “If it were a call to our emergency line, then answering it would be worth the risk — many planets are just hearing of us and do not know our proposed safety measures. Besides, that line has all of Pidge’s anti-Empire tracking and encryption software. This line not so much. If we connect it and it’s an Empire infiltration, then we’ll get tracked, and we’ll have to prepare for an ambush.”

Keith whistles. “High odds.”

“Yes. So we’ll have to come to a decision, then. I sent the mice after Lance, he should be here any —”

“I’m here! I’m here! I’m not late!” As if summoned, Lance comes barrelling into the bridge, soaking wet, nearly braining himself on the ground as he slips on water and fails to catch himself since the mice are cradled carefully in his hands. Undeterred, he scrambles back to his feet and slides into his chair, grinning sheepishly at everyone else. “Sorry! I was swimming laps and my comm was in my clothes. Plus the castle signal is iffy in there. I didn’t know there was a meeting until the mice came to get me. Thanks, by the way.” He turns the full power of his beam towards Allura, who visibly softens, raised eyebrow turning into something more amused than annoyed. “Anyways. I’m here now. What are we doing?” He turns to his screen and notices the flashing call code. “Oh, hey, that’s Plaxum’s area code!”

Before anyone can stop him, strangled shouts ringing through the bridge, he slams his hand down on a button on his dash.

Keith hears Shiro’s loud “FUCK!” from behind him, which usually would make him gasp really loud and shout something about virgin ears, just to irritate his brother, but his lungs are currently occupied with the breath he is holding in them, waiting as the call flashes twice and connects.

Luckily, the face that comes into focus is not a smirking Galran officer.

Unluckily, Lance is right — the jellyfish-hat-clad face of a grinning mermaid, blue-skinned and bright eyed. Plaxum.

Lance has mentioned her once or twice in passing. He’s mentioned that he keeps in contact with a lot of people from the planets in their alliance, the mermaid planet included. He had not mentioned that he is in contact with Plaxum so often that he has her area code memorized.

Something gross and bitter churns in Keith’s stomach.

“Lance!” Plaxum — and Keith has never met her, but Lance has made it pretty clear who this person is — shouts, loud enough that it’s clear even through the long-distance static.

“Plax!” Lance shouts back. His beam has gotten ten times brighter, if at all possible. “How are you?”

“Lance,” Shiro interrupts before they get lost in their conversation, “maybe ask what’s going on, kiddo. We didn’t recognize the calling code, we thought it might have been Empire. Scared us when you answered.”

The brightness in Lance’s brown eyes dim considerably. Despite Keith’s distaste for it before, as horrible as that is, he’s sad to see it go.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean — sorry, guys, I should’ve checked. I didn’t think.”

“All good, lad,” Coran assures, clapping him on the shoulder. “You did think, after all. You recognised the calling code. Next time let us in on it, but your judgement was sound.”

As he always does, Coran has said the perfect right thing, some of the guilt vanishes from Lance’s expression. He smiles at the advisor before turning his gaze back to the mermaid.

“Why did you call the Voltron line? You usually just call me.”

“‘Cause you lost your comm again, dummy,” Plaxum explains patiently. “You stopped answering after your last mission. I called to make sure you were alive. And because I needed to ask you something.”

Lance huffs, matching her playfulness. “Right, let me just ask Zarkon to hold off on attempting to blow me up so I don’t keep losing comms to laser fire.”

“It would be grandly appreciated, thank you.”

“Uh huh,” Lance snorts. “Anyways. Is that the only reason you called? You said there was another reason.”

“Oh yeah!” Plaxum shifts her gaze slightly, pupil-less eyes looking at all the team members. “You are all cordially invited to the Ice Break Festival!”

Lance gasps in delight. Keith is relieved to see he’s not the only one who has no idea what’s going on.

“I thought your planet was completely covered in ice,” Hunk asks carefully.

“For most of the year! But for one small portion, we are close enough to the sun that the heat skyrockets. Enough of the ice melts that we can swim to the surface, and that our plants can receive the sunlight they need to keep alive during the rest of the year.”

“And beaches?” Lance asks hopefully.

“Dozens,” Plaxum replies with a grin. “Actually, the Great Heat hits pretty suddenly, so it melts much of the ice around the shallowest parts of the oceans in the first day, pulling the ice sheet away from the beaches. The water is freezing, but the air is nice and hot. We’ve never had land-dwellers on our planet before, so I don’t know how it would be, but you’re welcome to come a day early and try, if you like.”

Lance is not the only one to immediately turn pleading eyes towards Shiro. Allura has joined in on Lance’s wistful retelling of sitting by the beach on numerous occasions, having many of them on Altea. Hunk grew up on a surfboard as much as Lance did. Pidge has fond memories of visiting the Lake Michigan beaches with her family.

Keith has never been to a proper beach before. But there was this tepid little man-made lake in a provincial park in Arizona. It was hours away from the Garrison. But once a year, every summer like clockwork, Shiro and Adam would drag him out to it, kicking and screaming usually. As much as the water smelt stale and the picturesque sand was replaced with uniform grey rocks, he has fond memories of that, too.

“I’d like that,” Keith says quietly, among the sounds of his friends’ shameless begging.

Shiro raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

Keith shrugs. “Vacation’s a vacation.”

Shiro doesn’t need anymore convincing (his softie ass never needed it from the beginning, honestly). “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow,” he says.

The team erupts into cheers.

———

Lance is practically buzzing from excitement. He’d taken off as soon as Plaxum had hung up yesterday afternoon, hollering something about getting everything packed. He’d been nothing more than a blur from then until late in the evening, rushing from the kitchen to the storage rooms to his own room and to everyone else’s room, too, making sandwiches for lunch and gathering towels and even digging around with Allura to find swimsuits for everyone. He’d spent forty minutes lamenting about sunscreen and how Alteans never invented it and how they were all going to get melanoma before Pidge had snapped and stomped off to go invent some. The whole thing had been very amusing, until Lance had marched into Keith’s room and starting bossing him around (“You can’t wear your boots to the beach, Keith! It’s the beach!”).

As the castle approaches the blindingly white sandy beaches of the usual icy tundra, Lance’s excitement builds in the air, and soon everyone is grinning, clutched onto their towels and beach bags and coolers and pails and volleyballs (or the Altean equivalent, at least.) By the time the castle just barely touches the ground, the anticipation is so great it feels like a balloon blown so wide and stretched so thin it’s a hair’s breadth away from exploding. Keith isn’t sure if he’s even breathing.

The second the ramp extends to the ground, they’re racing out the door, screaming with pure excitement.

“It smells like the ocean!” Lance cries. He’s legitimately jumping up and down in excitement.

“I am going to have such a good nap,” Shiro sighs.

“There are seagulls,” Pidge says gleefully. Keith considers telling her how much she looks like an unhinged toddler, especially with the giant hat Lance “Mother Hen” McClain made her wear, but reconsiders when he notices she is the one holding the pointy beach umbrella.

“Yeah, I’m fighting the urge to call her one too,” Hunk whispers to him.

Keith snorts. He follows the rest of the team down to the waves, carefully committing all the new sensations to memory in his head: the smell of the seawater, the burning sand beneath his bare feet, the weight of seven beach chairs in his arms, the wind whipping his hair all over his face. His favourite feeling of all is the tangible joy in the air, the almost sweet relief of a sunny, well-deserved break, where for once they are all sure that nothing is going to go wrong. It’s a naive assumption, and they’re smarter than it, but they leave their bayards in the bottom of the bags anyway, keeping their heads turned to the sun.

Coran picks them a nice spot to set down their things — close enough to the water that no one will lose sight of any swimmers, but far enough that no one will get wet. They’re pretty close to some rock and cave formations too, which will be a nice shelter from the sun as they say stretches on. Fun to explore, too.

The second everything is set down and settled, everyone gets right to whatever activity they’re looking forward to most. Shiro fluffs out his towel, has Keith slap some sunscreen on his back, then passes the fuck out on the sand. Allura curls up next to him, adjusting her floppy pink hat, sliding on her comically oversized sunglasses, and cracking open her book. Coran, Hunk, and Pidge bust out the pails and shovels and the blueprints they drew up last night to start building their sand replica of the castle. Lance straps a pair of dorky, bug-eyed glasses to his face and turns to Keith, sticking out his hand. On reflex Keith grabs it, curling his fingers into long, thin ones. It’s not the first time he and Lance have held hands (that was once a punishment of Shiro’s; something he would force them to do when their arguing got on his last nerve), but it’s the first time Keith feels his naked palm, rough and calloused all over, press against Lance’s soft and smooth one, no leather between them.

“Come find shells with me!”

Keith couldn’t even dream of saying no.

He follows as Lance pulls him into the water, stumbling after him as he sprints. Lance yanks him into the waves faster than he can process, and he’s up to his knees before the cold sets in, and it startles him so badly he laughs, loud and sudden.

They dive into the next big wave, and Keith forgets to hold his breath, coming up sputtering and coughing. Lance cackles, splashing water at him while he chokes because he is the worst. Keith is so painfully endeared that it’s actually humiliating, and to redeem himself he tackles him into the waves, revelling in his shrieking laughter and his later complaint of saltwater up his nose.

At some point, at what Keith imagines is Allura’s insistence, everyone else joins them in the waves. They immediately descend into a game of chicken. Pidge scampers up Hunk’s shoulders like the little rat that she is (Keith makes sure he’s out of biting range when he says that, and unfortunately does not expect a clump of sand to the head), Allura gleefully throws Shiro on hers, and Lance doesn’t even ask before climbing up Keith’s hip and settling behind his head like a particularly aggravating monkey (something Keith is happy to tell him) thighs bracketing his head and ankles crossed at his abdomen.

Keith goes so violently red that he’s genuinely kind of shocked that he can turn that colour.

“Squeeze any tighter, Lance, and Keefers over there is going to evaporate the entire ocean,” Pidge says drily.

Keith does not wait for her to get situated on Hunk’s shoulders, or for Coran — who’s refereeing — to tell them go. He charges.

Despite his brain relaying a constant stream of Oh God Lance’s thighs are wrapped around your head holy shit he’s sitting on your shoulders and he’s barely dressed his fucking legs are so long why are they so long does he have to be this attractive is that even possible what the fuck is the deal with that, he manages to put his full attention into going absolutely ham. He charges, dodges, leaps and bounds, intent on being the winning team of this ridiculous but admittedly fun game.

Obviously, considering who they’re up against, Keith and Lance are the first ones out. One mighty shove from Allura sends them careening towards the icy waves, shrieking at the top of their lungs.

With Lance’s calves a healthy distance away from Keith’s face, however, he regains his ability to function, and as such he thinks they accept their loss with grace. (Wherein Keith means they complain immediately about the game being rigged and dramatically profess how they are going to ditch everyone’s cheating asses. All in good fun.)

“C’mon, Keith,” Lance says, somehow finding their hands linked again, “let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

They run away to their friends’ teasing booing, sprinting to the sand and ducking past the rocks and out of sight, giggling to themselves.

“Oh, hey, look!” Lance points to a small pool of water surrounded by the same beige-ish rock of the rest of the caves. “A grotto!” He bounds over to it leaving Keith to quickly follow, sliding in as soon as he’s close enough. A sigh leaks out of him as he settles in, water up to his neck. “Oh, God, it’s sun warmed.” He turns to face Keith, flashing a smile. “Come in.”

Helpless to disobey and well aware that Lance could be full of shit, pranking him, Keith does. To his peasant surprise, however, it’s warm, but not hot, like bedsheets on a cold morning. Keith can actively feel the stress leeching out of his body as he leans against the rock.

“God, that’s nice.”

Keith hadn’t realised he’d closed his eyes, but he opens them again when he doesn’t hear Lance’s response, and quickly behinds to panic when he doesn’t see him.

“Lance?” he shouts, making no effort to hide his fear. “Lance? Where the fuck are you?”

Heart pounding, he pushes off the edge of the little pool, craning his neck over to the side, but he doesn’t see a mop of brown curls or a flash of white teeth or a long, flailing limb.

“Lance? Lance, answer me! La —”

“— I can’t believe they have these shells here, too, I mean —”

“Oh my God,” Keith chokes out to himself, hand pressed to his chest as Lance swims out from around the bend, eyes trained on his cupped hands. “Oh my God, I am going to smack you. Come here.”

“Huh?” Lance looks up from his shell, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He quickly understands when he reads the tenseness of Keith’s shoulders, the naked relief in his face. “Oh.” He smiles apologetically. “My bad. Saw something shiny.”

If it weren’t for the wobble in his voice, evident of choked back laughter, Keith would believe his apology. Instead, he glares at him, splashing him with an endless barrage of water until he pleads for mercy.

“Stop, stop, okay! I’m sorry for real!” He curls a hand around Keith’s wrist, squeezing, pulling it towards him so Keith can’t use it. His grin is wide and so so breathtaking. Keith can’t help his own smile in return.

“Thanks for coming with me,” Lance whispers when the water settles again. His grin has softened into something small, buttery and sweet. “Plax was telling me about this place. I couldn’t wait to bring you. It’s been all I was thinking about since we got the call.”

The horrible thing that had settled in his chest, that he had largely ignored since they touched down this morning, begins to dissipate. As Lance links their hands together, floating over next to him, it dissipates entirely.

“Thanks for bringing me,” Keith whispers back. He squeezes Lance’s hand, and he squeezes back, and the sound of their friends laughter echoes over the waves, and he’s warm and settled and happy, and everything is so, unbelievably good.

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Humans and childrearing

My 3rd entry to humans are space orcs and dang am I seeing our species as the odd one out with all our quirks.

Again, my basis for this would be the movies and stories I've watched or read. So, most information I've got on alien child rearing center on quirks that can be considered as the constant for their entire specie. Like, a new behavior exhibited by the parent towards their young that doesn't conform to the norm is absolutely rare to the point that other parents or those who are old enough to care for a child would immediately go to rescue the youngling who seems to be in danger or in pain. Some who couldn't afford to keep the child would at least have this decency to put the child in foster care where someone could raise and shelter them till they're strong enough to leave or go on an adventure on their own.

Humans though? We're absurdly complex creatures with a malfunctioning sense of familial love on our youngs. We love them one moment, and hate them next. We'd be filled with adoration for this new life in our arms, then feel disgusted and annoyed at them for making too much noise, taking up too much time, taking up so, so much of us until this supposed guardian spirals down into the neglectful, angry person some kids know.

Of course, not everyone reacts that way. But it happens often enough that we have medical interventions, guidelines, and even agencies or social groups that deals with that particular problem.

There are parents or guardians who would hate this unknowing baby for killing their wife, sister, daughter, or mother in the process of their birth. There are mothers who would neglect and feel resentful of the precious bundle they gave birth to for taking up the attention of HER husband, HER family, even though she knows that it's wrong to feel that way with her baby. There are siblings who feel the ugly crawl of jealousy up their stomach, heart, and lungs to the point that they work towards sabotaging the growth and milestones of this new child they see as competition. Heck! There are parents who would continue to give birth even though they KNOW that they're not financially secure and their children might suffer from starvation or a sickness that they can't afford to pay off medicine.

The children? We grow up carrying the scars of survival. Be it visible or not, we have it.

Hearing this information upon opening the topic on how each race care for their young (each one giving the usual rearing they have in a clan and how they always pull out younglings who are more sickly and fragile to be given thorough love and care but never one that is nagging or suffocating because instincts and talent needs to be given time to develop), the Unified Intergalactic Council, one made up of elders, warriors, healers, historians, builders, star-readers, and other reknowned professions would stare baffled at the human representative with horror and worry.

"You say that your kind treasures your young but punishes you for the smallest mistake?" a healer asked looking confused and displaying anger through the minute movement of his brightly colored frills. "Punishment for not finishing food when the hatchling has declared that they are full?! And they had the gall to be offended for this young one for wasting precious resources?!"

"I was too young to question it," the human representative, Kara, relayed the information, not seeing the practice as… punishment, but more of an experience that most kids her age shared. "When I got old enough… Well, I never thought to revisit the wrongness of such practice again since I moved out of our house."

"Well, I, for one, am far concerned when you said some of your wars were fought by children? Did your leaders lose a part of their heads to think that children could fight for their battles? And you said some of those children were trained with the bares of skill and would learn most of it on actual live-combat?!" a veteran General was left in confusing garble and grumbles that is most probably a jumble of curses and profanities if she reads right into the indignant face of said General's wife, a War Strategist.

"I'm concerned for you, child," an old star-reader (their version of a prophet) gently laid their hand on her arm, eyes swirling with the birth of new stars and the death of others, their voice fluctuating from masculine to feminine, pitch becoming a scramble of highs and lows. "You have told us of the joys in your planet. How happy it is to be a Terran. How you love this deathworld even with its harsh seasons and mighty predators and lurking sickness. Yet now that we are speaking of caring for your young, you've been growing more upset, distant."

"Children are considered as gifts to all species," Kara would bitterly remark to them star-reader. "That's what you told me… That's what I've been told by the adult Terrans."

"What do you think then, child?" the star-reader asked even though they already know the sad truth of this youngling's life. And she is a youngling. Kara is 20 cycles old. Still so young since Terrans do not stop their brain development between their 30th or 40th life cycle. They shouldn't have pushed their children to this. Terran young should've been learning new skills and not rushing at that age… and yet….

"I think… I'm tired of working so hard for others and not living for myself. I'm tired of being not enough. I'm tired of having to give a piece of myself to everyone who needed me. I'm tired of being the eldest sibling, Myrtzhg. I'm tired of giving up a lot of opportunities I want because my mother, my bearer, would tell me to give these opportunities to my younger siblings! It's never me, Myrtzhg! And I'm so tired of thinking it never will!"

That was the exact same day the UIC panicked, trying to sooth the Terran youngling from their pent up emotions. Even the strictest of the council members had a mild panic attack when Kara full out wailed and didn't seem to be consoled by their usual Terran sweets and treats. They later learned that Kara got a message from her own bearer to hurry up and give them money because Kara's siblings need it for a celebration, even reprimanding Kara how should stop being such a greedy, ungrateful child.

Earth was but one intergalactic missile away from destruction if not for the swift swat to the head by a fuming Matron saying they should kidnap all the children and good parents first before blowing up the planet… Kara, of course the sweetheart that she is, disagreed to the plan.

#humans and aliens #humans are crazy #humans are deathworlders #earth is space australia #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #humans and childrearing #destructive way of growing up #pent up emotions says who #same people who deny the existence of mental illness #gentle parenting who?#trauma dump to the UIC #humans need their comfort food #we're too forgiving lol

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I watched a video on YouTube and it said Anakin and Padmé's relationship in The Clone Wars tv show showed signs of abuse. Do you think that was intentional at all by the writers?

I think that in Star Wars: The Clone Wars:

Anakin Skywalker does exhibit controlling behavior

Controlling behavior is when a person attempts to conform another person to their own needs or desires and trying to get their way by some form of manipulation. It's the outsized desire for control, and it's unhealthy, unhelpful, and may create relationship conflicts, but it's not always abusive. Controlling behavior becomes abusive when it is coercive (threatening). The Clovis Arc of Star Wars: The Clone Wars reveals that Anakin Skywalker exhibited non-coercive, thus, as far as the definition goes, non-abusive controlling behaviors, leading to relationship conflicts with Padmé Amidala. Let's examine them.

In Senate Spy, Anakin's fear of losing Padmé manifests itself in him trying to prevent her from fulfilling the Jedi Council's request to spy on Rush Clovis, "Because it's going to be dangerous. Whoever takes this mission will be putting their life at risk." Padmé, however, points out that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself: "I've been in many tough situations before. It never seemed to bother you." Anakin ends up declaring: "I'm not gonna let you do it." But in the same time, it's very important to realize that Padmé immediately sets out and defends her boundaries, she repels Anakin's attempt to control her: "You're not going to let me? It's not your decision to make. It's mine."

In The Rise of Clovis, Padmé is asked by Palpatine to "work closely with Rush Clovis" to expose the corruption plaguing the Intergalactic Banking Clan. Anakin is unhappy about this, as he is not trusting him. Padmé tells him that he must trust her judgment on the matter. It should be noted that this time, Anakin's concerns are more founded, but his answer, "Like the last time, hmm? When you almost ended up dead?" is twisting the facts: first, Padmé knew that Clovis is a traitor and that she is risking her life by trying to expose him, second, even as it's true that she was poisoned during the mission, that was the result of Lot Dod tried to force Clovis to comply with his demands. Furthermore, adds, "Or how about you just getting arrested, and it was me who had to bail you out?" Which shows that in his mind, if Padmé chooses to do something risky, it's a poor and unintelligent choice. He ends up saying: "As your husband, I demand that you tell the Chancellor you are stepping down." Once again, he attempts to control Padmé, this time clearly showing that he views their marriage as a bond that supposedly gives him some control over his wife.

NOTICE: The Clovis Arc showed that there is a recurring unhealthy pattern in the relationship between Anakin & Padmé, showing that something must change. All the conflicts between them are arising from Anakin's fear of losing Padmé, which results in him attempting to control Padmé's decisions. In the same time, this behavior is not feeding into a pattern that extends to, and therefore defines every aspects of their relationship. It should also be acknowledged that Padmé is not allowing herself to be controlled and she successfully protects her boundaries and independency. Her reaction to Anakin's controlling behavior clearly tells us that he is not behaving in a way that she is used to, warning him, "we've been over this before." In other episodes, Anakin takes no issue with Padmé participating in the battle on Mon Cala, or with she sneaking to the capital world of the Separatists, thus, it seems that his outsized desire for control flares up from time to time, but it's not defining their dynamic.

Anakin Skywalker is jealous and is distrustful

Jealousy is a negative emotion and attitude focusing on our partner and a third person, in which we resent that person for appearing to take away or being likely to take away the affections of a loved one. Basically, we are scared that we will lose our special relationship to the third person, and as a result, we become intolerant to any rivalry or of possible unfaithfulness. It's not unnatural to experience jealousy in a close relationship, however, it's crucial to be able to manage it.

In Senate Spy, Anakin's attachment and the fear of loss flowing from it causes him to be distrustful and jealous toward Rush Clovis, as he realized that he and Padmé were involved romantically years before. Although in order to fulfill her mission to expose him as a spy, Padmé needs to seduce him, Anakin, disguised as a Naboo pilot, clearly tries to sabotage that. Later, he walks into the room in the moment when Padmé throws herself into Clovis' arms in order to distract him. He is flooded by jealousy, staring at her with anger and in pain. She signals him, revealing that she is actually hiding the data they need. When Padmé and Anakin are leaving with the evidence, Padmé tells him, "I'm sorry", since "I made you doubt me." Anakin answers he "never" doubted her, but this is not exactly true: there was a moment when his emotions clouded his judgment and let them to make him jump to the conclusion that he is losing Padmé to Clovis.

In An Old Friend and The Rise of Clovis, Clovis is back, and so does Anakin's jealousy and insecurities, and this time, they're manifesting themselves more clearly and more disturbingly. He claims, he doesn't want Padmé to work together with Clovis because he is worrying for her safety, but there is more to that: his fear of losing Padmé feeds into anger toward Clovis, who is, in his mind, a threat, both to Padmé and to their relationship, which feeds into burning hatred toward him. When they're together in Padmé's apartment, Clovis makes advances on her, but she firmly turns him down. He is frustrated, asking, "It's that Jedi isn't it?" Padmé insists "there is nothing romantic between" her and Anakin. Clovis says, "Then there is absolutely nothing to stop us from doing this", taking her and leaning in to kiss her, and Anakin enters in the exact moment she utters, "Clovis, no!" Anakin is mortified and snarls, "Get away from her!" Startled, Clovis backs away from Padmé. Anakin grabs him with the Force, he strangles him and slams him against the wall. Drawing his sword, he is marching towards him. Padmé is in shock, crying, "Anakin! No!" She is ignored by both Anakin and Clovis: Clovis invites Anakin to fight, "like a man without your Jedi tricks", something that Anakin gladly accepts. During their fight, Clovis sarcastically asks Padmé, "I thought you said he didn't have feelings for you?" to which Anakin reacts with staring at her, shocked and hurt. The two are beating each other up in a fist fight, and when Padmé screams at them to stop, Anakin yells at her, "you don't have a say in this!"

There are some who would insist, the scene shows Anakin gallantly saving Padmé from the man who is harassing her sexually - however, this interpretation is seriously problematic. The first thing to note is that Anakin attempts to explain his actions by saying, "I'm so sorry, Padmé. I don't know what came over me." and "It's just when I saw you about to kiss him..." Not "he was about to kiss you." Padmé tells him, "I regret that, but it was not what you thought. And you must know I don't care for Clovis." To which Anakin reacts with asking her: "Don't you?" Anakin's reaction - outrage, demanding Clovis to get away from Padmé then attacking him - was entirely the result of him perceiving the situation as Padmé kissing Clovis, and his reaction would've be the same if Padmé would've been a willing participant in the kiss with Clovis, because as he said, "you don't have a say in this." Which means, whether or not Padmé wants to be kissed by Clovis is irrelevant to him, what matters is that he doesn't want that to happen. Then, he accuses his wife with being unfaithful. This scares Padmé and it also hurts her, and she is explicitly telling him, "This marriage is not a marriage, Anakin, if there isn't any trust."

NOTICE: Anakin is not portrayed to display habitual behaviors of distrust. The core of his issues, harming his relationship with Padmé is his attachment to her and also his inability to be mindful of his emotions. Emotions are not bad at all, but when they awake as a response to our perception and understanding of a situation, they usually make us to stop thinking: we respond immediately, without any conscious thought, pushing us to act upon them and we're driven by them. To be mindful of one's emotions is to be conscious and aware of them. By bringing our emotions into the space of our conscious and passive, i.e. non-judgmental and non-reactive awareness, with calmness and inner peace, their power to kick us out of the driver's seat, to narrow our perspective and distort our perception of reality falls away: we can find the gap between the moments of our experience and the reaction, the response, where we can appraise the situation accurately, rationally. His distrust in Padmé lacks any rational basis - it's the result of him not being able to deal with his fear of loss, which drives him to act negatively.

It should be noted that Clovis' attempt to kiss Padmé has the potential to be read as sexual misconduct, thus, Padmé telling Anakin that she "regrets" what happened can also be read as her apologizing for Clovis grabbing her and then trying to kiss her, and this leads to the notion that Anakin blamed Padmé for being assaulted.

Now, it must be taken into consideration that Star Wars is not a "may I have your expressed verbal consent to kiss you?" type of romance, instead, it follows the "kiss borns out spontaneously from the situation" style, so Clovis (just like Han and Anakin in both trilogies) going for a kiss is not exactly out of place. The difference here is that Padmé clearly doesn't want to be kissed by him, but there is nuance to this. Clovis is leaning closer to her as she is telling him, "Clovis, no!" and she is drawing back to avoid him. As we cut to Anakin right after she says "no", and as she is finishing the sentence, they're both in the middle of movement - Clovis is leaning closer and Padmé is leaning backwards. Because we cut to Anakin, we don't see if Clovis was still going after the kiss after Padmé declared that she doesn't consent, or did he stop after that. When we cut back to them, Clovis is still holding her, but they don't appear to be closer to each other than before, so if he didn't move closer to her within the (roughly) 2,5 seconds during we were shown Anakin, it seems safe to conclude that he did stop. This is supported by the fact that neither Anakin or Padmé registered his behavior as assault and that Padmé makes no attempt to tell him that Clovis was actually forcing himself onto her, ignoring her protests. It's more plausible that what Padmé expresses "regret" over is that she didn't resist physically, only verbally.

In Conclusion

In Star Wars: The Clone Wars, it's very clear that Anakin and Padmé were written in a way that it showed Anakin's attachment and his struggle to keep the anger, hate and aggression coming from that fearful grasp on Padmé, under check. This is undoubtedly intentional - George Lucas initially planned to hint their issues, mainly Anakin's jealousy, in Episode III, which was cut from the final script but was clearly introduced in Clone Wars:

However, based on my own limited knowledge, this is not enough to call their relationship abusive. An abusive relationship will involve one party using their power over the other party to prevent them from doing anything except what the abusive person wants - one party controlling the other’s thoughts, feelings, or actions. Some conflict is normal in any relationship, healthy relationships involve two people who are both free to disagree, debate, and have their own opinions. Anakin clearly tries to control Padmé, which leads to conflicts, but Padmé is not allowing him to do that. Anakin is clearly unhappy with this, but he actually backs down once he meets resistance. There is a power struggle, which is never healthy, but no power imbalance.

There were unhealthy patterns there that needed to be healed, but unhealthy patterns and patterns of abuse are not the automatically the same. If you experience unhappiness in your relationship because of the behavior of your partner, something must change and if it cannot be changed, then the relationship must end. No one has a license to make you feel unhappy.

But although an abusive relationship is always unhealthy, an unhealthy relationship is not always abusive. There is just no attempt on Anakin's part to monitor her communication, to isolate her or to try to control her financially, to coerce her and there are expressions of anger and frustration, but I can't recall one that could be called an attempt to manipulate her emotionally and obviously, there is no physical violence (in Episode III on Mustafar there is, but that's a totally different context). So, I would say that what we can see on the screen can be called "signs of abuse" only if we assume that we're outsiders observing a relationship, because we can easily suspect that the behaviors we see are feeding into a larger pattern. But a fictional couple doesn't have a life "behind closed doors", we have all relevant information about their relationship.

#anidala #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #clone wars #star wars #tw sex assault

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Pre-season 2 OFMD fic list

It's less than two weeks till we get our ships wrecked, so here's my (presumably) final pre-season 2 fic list. Have a read if you wanna pass the improbably long days before the season premieres!

This list got out of control so I added some handy symbols: 🎧 = podfic available 💜 = personal favourite ⭐ = fics you may have heard about? I don’t know, I don’t have a sense for this stuff.

Cool collaboration(s) you should read immediately:

🎧💜Work Experience: what if Ed went to meet Stede when the Revenge ran aground? And what if Ed became a member of Stede’s crew? And what if things kept escalating and… Canon AU. Mature. Co-written with Shearwater.

Really no excuse for how stupid these ones are:

Watch Out, Here I Come: what if Stede had been intentionally seducing Ed? Teen

Once More, With Feeling: what if Frenchie just fixed the season 1 finale fiasco because he’s the most capable guy on the ship? Teen

Talent Show: what if Ed was crass about his sexual preferences? Explicit

Capsize on Your Thighs: what if Ed rebounded onto Calico Jack at the end of season 1? Ed/CJ and Ed/Stede (but Ed/Stede is endgame, natch). Explicit

🎧💜Your Feedback is Important to Us: what if Stede started holding open cabin hours to allow the crew to air their grievances (but was also very repressed and horny over Ed)? Explicit

Oh no Ed’s working through gender/class stuff (but make it funny):

Finery: Ed gets to wear a dress, Stede spontaneously combusts. Explicit

Tell More Tales: Stede isn’t the only writer aboard the Revenge. Explicit

🎧💜Lovers and Madmen: Ed is hellbent on marrying Stede. Explici

🎧 Save the Date: Ed 'attends' a wedding. Unfortunately, so does Stede. Short S2 alternative reunion fic. Teen

AUs no-one asked for:

Novel/novella length

🎧💜Restructuring: modern AU where Stede loses his fortune before meeting Ed, but Ed’s still got more money than you can shake a fucking stick at. Only problem is, Stede lies and says he’s wealthy and Ed lies and says he isn’t. Like the show, it’s a romcom about trauma. Explicit

🎧💜⭐Baddy Zaddy: Bridget Jones’s Diary style, former porn star turned sex shop owner!Ed/still unfortunately landed gentry!Stede. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

💜⭐Prize Every Time: You’ve Got Mail-y secret pen pals but also business rivals. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

Conflict of Interest: lawyer!Stede/businessman!Ed (read: gangster). Modern AU. Explicit

Shorter uns

Intergalactic Tango: Space Waltz AU. Mature

🎧💜Trade Descriptions Act: bailiff!Ed/estate agent!Stede. Identity theft but make it meet cute. Modern AU. Teen

Your Favourite Song: locksmith!Ed/museum curator!Stede. Kinktober fill that somehow isn’t E rated. Modern AU. Teen

⭐Draft Letter to Restaurant Downstairs: Google Docs AU with a (slightly) interactive element. Modern SMAU. Teen

Blind Date: Stede and Jeffrey Fettering go on a blind date at Ed’s restaurant. I think you know where this is going. Modern AU. Explicit

Different Dimension: ficlet that crams four and a bit AUs into 850 words. Modern AU. Teen

Stuck Still: British holiday resort AU feat. events manager!Stede and bartender turned fairy!Ed (it makes sense in the story I swear). Modern AU. Explicit

💜On the Job: “kidnapping” meet cute (but not actually. Again, I swear it makes sense in the story I swear). Modern AU. Explicit

Starring Jason Statham: another weird meet cute, courtesy of Jack and the Fast and Furious franchise. Stede/Jack, Ed/Jack and Ed/Stede (Ed/Stede is once again end game). Modern AU. Teen

West Ham Is for Lovers: Lucius has a new job. It’s going fine. Completely, totally fine. A meet cute fic about meet cutes. Ed/Stede but also Lucius/Pete, Lucius/Fang, Lucius/Izzy and Lucius/Olu/Jim. Modern AU. Teen

💜Conventional: back in the 00s, Ed was in a very famous movie franchise. Nowadays, he does the convention circuit. Modern AU. Explicit

🎧💜Proud: Ed attends Pride to get free mum hugs, Stede attends Pride to give free dad hugs. Modern AU. Teen

KrakenAir: Stede and the crew are heading to Benidorm to celebrate Stede coming out. That is, if Stede’s all expenses spared KrakenAir flight ever departs. Modern SMAU. Teen

Very Poor, Becoming Good: aspiring Gentleman Backpacker Stede Bonnet is adventure bound when he meets fellow traveller Ed Teach at an empty hostel. Now if they could just find the owner… Modern AU. Explicit

💜Stolen by the Gentleman Thief: Ed is a lonely gay guy in his late forties whose favourite book is historical softcore porn. Luckily, there’s a weird meet cute about to happen. Modern AU. Explicit

Live Sex Show: Columnist Ed Teach recommends that Stede Bonnet shake up his monotonous life by doing something weird. Modern AU. Teen

💜Continue Making Progress: Kraken Driving School has a terrible new student. Luckily, Ed and Stede both have a lot to offer one another. Modern AU. Explicit

Oh no there’s been a containment breach (aka non-Blackbonnet fics):

💜We Do What We Like (and We Like What We Do): a brief history of Ed and Jack. Explicit (Ed/CJ)

Fealty: Stede and Izzy make one another even more miserable. Mature (Stede/Izzy)

💜Contra Proferentem: Ed is a high powered lawyer and Professor of Law at the University of Cambridge. Lucius is not a high powered lawyer but he is a lecturer of English Lit at the University of Cambridge. Stede own a very nice cafe. Explicit (platonic Ed/Lucius, Ed/Stede, no cheating involved)

#ofmd #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #gentlebeard fanfic #ed/stede #ed/stede fanfic #blackbonnet #blackbonnet fanfic #I just guess these tags genuinely no idea which people use

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Tiny

13th Doctor x AFAB!Reader x Dhawan!Master (romantic between 13 and Reader and Romantic between Master and Reader.)

Reader is shorter than The Doctor and The Master in this fic, will mention height quite a bit, also making up some planets, Reader uses he/they pronouns, possesive Time Lords

Fluff, suggestive, tiny bit of angst

You glanced up at the two Time Lords in front of you, an amused smile on your face. The two had started to fight again over who was going to take you. You looked down at your watch. "Don't want to interrupt but I've only got seven hours to roam around until I have to take this off."

The Doctor looked at you, her head tilting somewhat down to look at you. Her arms crossed. "I told you that you could wear the one we snagged. It lets you compress for hours and you wont damage anything."

The Master groaned and rested an elbow on your shoulder, his shoulder looking like it was being held uncomfortably but you didn't mention anything. "Let him wear the earth one. The one from Yorg doesn't do well in the heat!"

You groaned and pushed your head onto his elbow, looking up at The Master. "Can we just go?"

The two looked at you. The doctor smiling softly and and reached down to grab your hand. "Let them pick, Master. Its their trip after all."

You looked between the two again and smiled. "Lets go dancing, ballroom dancing."

The Doctor's eyebrows furrowed as her eyes scanned you. "Dancing isn't good wearing a binder and you know that."

You huffed, looking at The Master. "Come on, we went to that intergalactic cruise ship and danced. I was wearing a binder that whole time."

You had never seen The Masters eyes darken so quickly or his head move so quickly to look at you. "What do you mean you were wearing a binder for 10 hours?"

The Doctor's eyes widened and looked down at you. "What do you mean 10 hours, Master?"

"He wore a binder for ten hours in a tux and looking insanely gorgeous while crushing his lungs." The Master said, his voice taut and you realized you had made a mistake.

"How about this, to make you two feel better, why don't I take today off from wearing the binder?" You asked and the two nodded in sync causing The Doctor to groan while The Master cheered.

You wormed out from their arms and moved to go to the bathroom to remove the binder when a hand grabbed the back of your shirt. A soft tug had you turning to face the man in front of you, his eyes scanning you. "You can just take it off here, we both have seen your body."

The Doctor snorted and rolled her eyes. "Come on, we all know that's just an excuse so you can see his body."

The Master shrugged and his hands settled on your hips, grabbing at the edge of your shirt. You shook your head, and pulled away, you didn't want to speak. The Master only nodded and let go, letting you run off to the bathroom.

You had worn the most masculine clothes you had without wearing a suit. The two Time Lords had chosen a planet that looked good enough and had a festival with dancing, perfect enough to appease all three of you. You had immediately dragged the two to the food, wanting to try something new. The three of you just enjoying the festivities before something inevitable happened, like a cyberman attack or Dalek's finding the three of you.

Of course, as usual trouble finds The Doctor and the three of you are forced to figure out how to repair this town's water recycler. You were arms deep in machinery when your brain thought of something. "Hey, Doc?"

"Yes love?" You rolled your eyes and pulled your arms out.

"You guys know how I told you two i wasnt gonna wear the binder?"

The Master let out a sigh. "I already clocked that you were still wearing it when you came back out."

The Doctor's head looked between you and The Master, a brown eyebrow raised. "You lied to me?"

You shook your head. "Master, its a sports bra. Would still have a somewhat compressed chest then nothing."

The Master snorted. "Look at you, I'm finally rubbing off on you."

Your face scrunched, and shook your head. "Never say that again, Master."

His face lit up and a grin emerged. "Ooh, did i make you think of something?"

You shook your head again. "Are you done with that?"

The Master went to speak until The Doctor stopped him. "What was your original question?"

"Its getting kinda hard to breath."

Your words stopped the Time Lords in an instant. Their eyes scanning you as you worked on pulling your shirt off and The Master quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "We should check you out in the TARDIS."

"Is.. Is that another innuendo?" You asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, sliding his hand up your shirt so it rested at your stomach, feeling how it moved with each breath. "Its not an issue with his lungs."

The Doctor started to hold her sonic out toward you, the whirring sound filling the air. You looked over at her and just watched. You loved seeing that concentrated look on her face and her eyebrows scrunching together while she read whatever the sonic screwdriver was telling her. The Master lightly tapped your nose, making you refocus on him, his eyebrows raised and then wiggled making you laugh.

The Doctor started to sonic the air and you tilted your head somewhat, The Master's hand on your stomach was warm and he had slid a hand onto your cheek, letting you rest your head on it and you yawned. "The air is 99.99% like Earth's so i dont see the problem."

"Theres still that 00.01% that isnt like oxygen." You mumbled, feeling sleepy.

The Master nodded, like he was answering a question that wasnt audibly asked, and moved to pick you up. "I'm gonna take him back to the TARDIS."

The Doctor nodded as she went quiet and moved so re-scan the machine the three of you were working on.

You woke up in warm purple sheets, a warm arm had been wrapped around your waist while a leg had trapped yours on the bed, your eyes trying to adjust to the new location and you turned your head to spot The Doctor sitting on the floor, her head tilted back onto the bed, and just staring at you.

"What happened?" You whispered, and she smiled.

"The air was making you tired, something about nano particles in the air." She mumbled.

You smiled and shifted back into The Master, you wormed an arm out and held it toward her. "Come Cuddle?"

"I dunno if i should get in a bed with him, love."

There was a puff of air on your hair as The Master snorted. "You werent saying that the other night."

"Oh hush!"

#13th Doctor x reader #Dhawan!Master x reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

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only-in-december · 7 months

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I just rewatched the Star Trek: Strange New Worlds episode "Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow". And oh by golly do I have a ton of headcanons and ideas regarding what happened in the Other-Jim's timeline, as well as how that affects La'an when she gets back to her own timeline. And since you obviously want to know about all of my thoughts on this, I will share them.🙂

This is gonna be a long one, lads and lasses. So buckle your seatbelts.

Also, Spoilers for season 2 of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds below the cut.

All ideas I'm about to talk about stem from the fact that I am convinced that the first thing to convince Jim to help La'an get her timeline back, was the fact that in her timeline, Sam was still alive. He would risk his entire universe, just to know that his brother was still there. (Just to be 100% clear, I do have eyes and can see that he and La'an developed feelings for each other. Obviously. I'm just talking about before that happened. The look on his face when she said that she knew Sam. Getting his brother back was a first priority, I think.)

There are two main ideas that I have. I'll start with the first one I came up with:

George Samuel Kirk, and James Tiberius Kirk were both born on the SS Iowa. Three years apart.

Growing up during an intergalactic war wasn't easy, and at some point, they made a pact to keep each other safe. No matter what.

Sam learned at a young age how to do whatever it took to keep himself and his brother safe. Even if that meant killing someone.

Sam joined the fight first. He was a soldier and a protecter. And that's what Jim thinks of first when he thinks of his brother.

Sam dies in some sort of suicide mission in order to save the Enterprise. To save his brother.

When La'an and Jim first meet, it's been a minimum of five years since that day. Maybe more.

At some point, Jim asks La'an about what his brother is like in her timeline, which leads to them comparing and contrasting about Sam Kirk, and learning that the two were very VERY different.

The Sam that Jim knew would never shave his face because "The Romulans aren't going to leave us alone for a minute because we need a shave." And he barely if ever would even trim the hair on his face. (La'an laughs at the thought of her timeline's Sam with a shaggy beard.)

Jim's Sam knew how to shoot to kill. He would run first into the fight, just to make sure that everyone made it out alive. And La'an almost wishes she could've met that Sam.

When Jim mentions that he always thought of his brother as a peacemaker and a pacifist that never had the chance to learn what peace was, La'an is glad to be able to tell him that in her timeline, Sam isn't a fighter. He doesn't know how to aim to kill, and would rather run than fight. And Jim smiles at hearing that.

When they think that maybe Jim can come to La'an's timeline, he stops to himself and thinks about seeing Sam again.

It wouldn't be his Sam.

It wouldn't be the same Sam that taught him how to play chess so that he wouldn't hear the sounds of war outside the window.

It wouldn't be the same Sam that would smack him on the back of the head when he ran into a firefight, only to do the same thing almost immediately after.

It wouldn't be the same Sam who wished for a time where he didn't have to fight to keep them safe.

It wouldn't be the same Sam that he watched die.

But for all their differences, the two Sams were very much alike.

Both enjoyed studying biological sciences. (That was one thing that made Jim's Sam so deadly.)

Both Sams had the same Kirk stubbornness, which meant they would never back down.

They both had an annoying habit of saying the wrong things at the worst possible times.

Most importantly, both Sams loved their "idiot" younger brothers.

La'an found all of the differences amusing, and I think she probably wondered just how different the Jim in her own timeline was, from the man that was sitting next to her. The man that she was starting to fall for.

And when things went wrong, his last words were, "Tell Sam I said 'hi'." Even at the end, he thought about his brother.

And La'an went home, alone.

She was told that she wasn't allowed to discuss what happened with anybody. Ever.

She probably avoided Sam for a while. Because even though she never met the Other Sam, she didn't have to.

Sam and Jim look just enough alike for it to be painful. They have the same look in their eyes. Even though Sam's are dark and Jim's are hazel, the light in them is the same.

They also talk in the same way. La'an didn't know that until she got back, but Sam and Jim both use their hands in the same way when they talk. And the way that they shrug with one shoulder, the way they move their mouths when they're thinking. The little things add up.

So La'an just avoids Sam like the plague.

Until eventually, when she's had time to properly process everything that happened. (Sometime post "Subspace Rhapsody" I think would be best.)

She finally catches Sam alone in a turbolift.

She doesn't look at him, and he thinks that he must have done something wrong.

And she just says three words. "Jim says 'hi'."

She fulfills her friend's dying wish. And then she doesn't say anything else, and just gets off as soon as the doors open back up.

Sam knows that something else is going on for two reasons:

One, he just spoke to Jim less than five minutes before.

And two, his Big Brother Instincts were blaring red alert. She was a little sister that needed help.

I don't know if he acted on the Big Brother Instincts or not, but that can be left open to interpretation.

The other concept that I have, follows the same as the first one for the first few bullet points, with one major big change: Other Timeline Sam was closer in additude to Main Timeline Sam.

Instead of being a fighter, Sam was always the one that would hide from the fight. This is partly what prompted Jim to be the one to fight in the war.

Despite his own self-proclaimed cowardice, Sam worked hard to try and protect his brother. Which is what led to his untimely demise.

Instead of dying in a suicide mission to protect the Enterprise, it was something more like a Romulan got on board and was trying to get to Jim

So Sam did what any big brother would in that moment. He kept his baby brother safe.

Claiming to be Jim (or something. Details aren't specific right now.) Sam ends up dying. He managed to kill the intruder too.

Jim doesn't get to his brother in time. By the time he gets there, Sam's dead. And that moment shapes him.

It's still around five years after that, that La'an and Jim meet.

They still end up comparing Sams, but this time, they're surprised by how much alike the two are.

The biggest difference that the two can find is that Jim's Sam was clean shaven.

Jim this time is more hopeful about seeing his brother again. He's sure that there are tons of differences between the two that they don't know about. (La'an and Sam aren't exactly close.)

But what matters to him is that the two Sams are similar enough.

When Jim dies, this time, La'an avoids Sam even harder. She can't bear to look at the man that Other Timeline Jim wanted to see so badly.

The similarities between the brothers are too much. It makes her angry, just as much as it makes her sad. So she avoids Sam.

She walks out of the room as soon as he walks in.

She doesn't even look at the turbolift if she can hear him talking.

Sam's starting to think that he's done something to make her mad at him. It's not like they ever talked much before, but now? Something definitely happened.

In this version of events, she avoids talking to Sam for way longer than she did in the other one. Even after she sorta comes to terms with everything that happened.

It takes some sort of outside intervention to get them talking. (Idk what though. An away mission or something like that maybe? It's not like anyone is shoving them in a room together or anything like that. Aside from the two of them, I don't think anyone else really notices or cares all that much.)

When she does finally say her three words to him, it's a little more angry. They got into a fight because Sam made a comment that his brother doesn't care that much about him. (Don't ask me why that would even come up. It just does. Go with it.)

She yells at him, telling him what Jim's last words were.

She doesn't want to even look at him. Because looking at the Sam that Other Timeline Jim would have been so excited to see hurts, especially when that same Sam is claiming that his brother wouldn't care if anything happens to him.

Maybe it all spills out. Well, not all of it. But some of the big parts. The part where a different version of Sam's brother died in her arms.

The part where the last thing he said was to tell Sam he said hi.

The part where Other Timeline Jim missed his big brother so much that he was willing to destroy the entire life that he knew just to see him again.

By the end of that, she's sobbing. And so is he, really.

Sam apologizes for saying what he did. He didn't know how it would hurt her. (He still doesn't quite believe everything she said. But he really didn't mean to upset her.)

La'an doesn't respond to him, and just walks away.

She doesn't avoid him as much after that.

#star trek #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #la'an noonien singh #james t kirk #sam kirk #tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow #sorry if this is too long #i just have a lot of thoughts on this #i can't decide which version i like better #they're both kinda heartbreaking tbh #anywho #i hope y'all like it #okay i'm done rambling now

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Hey people! I found another old fic of mine. Again, from before I joined tumblr and yes, this one does have an ending. Ok, well… contains spoilers obviously.

Happy reading!! (or not, if you don’t enjoy…)

DEAD

Angst (title speaks for itself), happy ending

Psst… I tried keeping as much of the original as possible. But I did however make a few —lots of, actually— changes —but nothing to the story, just to the writing— so that it’s easier to understand, because, let’s be honest, I was even more disorganized then than I am today.

At least 2,5k words (I really don’t know, I added a lot of descriptive words…)

Chapter 1 : Dead

You met Alex first. Then she introduced you to her sister.

And from that moment on, the youngest was infatuated with you.

But then you got kidnapped by her aunt.

———

“The alien has fused with her metabolism. It’s like they’ve become one.” Explained Winn.

“Are you sure? Is there any way to reverse it?” Asked Kara, hopeful as always.

“No. Not with the technology we have.” Apologetically explained Winn.

“What about my pod? We can use Krypton’s technology?” Stated Kara.

“Except, that is included in what we have.” Rectified Winn.

(Alarms)

“What’s that?” Asked Kara and the screens immediately lit up, putting up the feed of your holding area.

“She woke up. Not her. But the alien. Again.” Said Winn.

(Another set of alarms)

“She just broke her restraints.” Said Winn. “Oh god, we haven’t found anything to weaken her yet… I mean it! … This is bad… This is terribly bad…” Stated Winn as you started punching the glass. Cracking it despite it being one of the most solid things in the intergalactic market.

“She just broke out of containment.” Stated Kara. “I’m going.”

“Wait! No.” Went Winn, but she was already gone.

Meanwhile, he watched as you ruthlessly killed DEO agents that were once your comrades.

And though a part of him felt sorry for you, another was reluctant to lock down the facility. To at least slow you down before you go wreck the city.

Because the unfortunate truth was they had no idea if they could actually hold you down anymore. And drag your ass back to containment. Maybe they’d even need to kill you? Would they even be able to do it?

…

“(Y/N)! Please, listen to me.” Said Kara as she arrived on scene right as you smashed an agent’s head into the wall, bursting his skull open.

Splattering his blood onto yourself and around. Your face’s muscles didn’t even flinch out of the neutral expression it was wearing. Not even blinking.

Meanwhile, Kara barely contained herself from puking right there and then at the stench and sight of death.

“Please…” She pleaded. “Please come back to me.” She tried controlling her trembling lips. “I know you’re in there, somewhere…” She whispered. “You’ve gotta be!”

You looked at her into her sky blue eyes as you let go of the corpse. Before nonchalantly making your way towards her.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)?” She asked, feeling more scared than hopeful at the look in your eyes. “Please. Can you hear me?” She asked, not realizing she had lifted her hands up and in between the both of you. “Are you there?”

You stopped dead in your track when you heard the uncertain waver in her voice and you focused on the way she suddenly breathed in messily.

“Please. This isn’t you.” She went on, a glint of hope that you had stopped because you had recognized her. “I know the real you. And you’re one of the most amazing people I know.”

She kept on walking forward, gaining bits of confidence in her every step. All the while, you simply observed, unmoving like statue and with a blank expression. Though your head tilted slightly to the side when she had reached proximity.

But then, doors wired open and agents came rushing.

Your head whipped around to them and they, much like the others, were disposed of quite easily and quickly.

You weren’t particularly fast considering her super speed. But to the human body’s reaction speed, it was fast. And the shock kept her frozen in place a second too long. As you cracked and squashed bodies here and there, ruthlessly.

“No! No. No. No.” Screamed Kara, devastated and broken.

And it brought your attention back to her.

You could easily assault her like the other agents. And it wasn’t her Kryptonian biology that was keeping you from doing so. Something else.

“Kara, you have to stop her. It’s not her. (Y/N)’s dead, she’s gone. This alien is only wearing her face. Don’t let him drag her reputation through the dirt and into the dumps.” Said a voice in her ears.

She sniffled as she steeled her resolve. Knowing she had to. Knowing that if she didn’t, you’d kill everyone.

But when she opened her eyes and stared at her best friend’s face, she found her resolve melting immediately as she crumbled into a sobbing mess.

“I can’t. I can’t. Alex…” She cried, shaking her head, on her knees and in the literal growing puddles of your victims’ blood.

She sniffled and hung her head down low. Feeling utterly defeated. She wanted to be strong. She had to be. For the sake of humanity.

“I can’t…”

You stared down at her figure.

“Shit, she’s gonna get herself killed.” Cursed Alex as she watched through the cameras.

“Wait, Alex. If you go, you’ll get killed too.” Stated Winn.

“I don’t care. But I won’t sit around watching my sister die when I could’ve at least been there with her.” She stated and ran with her load of weapons.

Kara hit the floor in frustration. She was supposed to be a hero. To be different like Winn had told her. To be above them all, to be better.

But she couldn’t… She was madly in love with you. And despite you not being you anymore. Looking at you was making her entire body fall numb.

You stopped in front of her and bent down. She didn’t even look up, feeling defeated. So you grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to take a look at her face. Which was tear strained.

She was… well, she was a crying mess.

Everyone was supposed to look ugly when they cry.

But you barely got a glimpse of her sky-blue eyes through the slit that were her eyelids. And through her eyelashes.

Your gaze then trailed all the way down her face to her chin and then her neck. To which you stopped at the throat.

You then used your free hand to trail down the tip of your fingers onto the bulge of her throat.

She was expecting you to have snapped her neck already. And the way you were taking your sweet time made her slightly hope that part of you still remained.

But not Alex.

Who hit you using the alien gravitational gun the DEO had gotten after the Cadmus incident.

And your back hit the concrete ceiling as the gravitational force pined you there.

“Are you okay?” She yelled to her sister.

Unable to break free out of the non materialistic force, you glared at the agent.

“Yeah…” Sighed out Kara as she pushed herself up on frail limbs.

“Good. Then finish her.”

“What?” Asked Kara.

“This is the only thing that has proven to be able to hold her. And even then, we have no idea for how long. It’s the logical thing to do.”

“No. I can’t.”

“Kara. If you don’t do it now, the whole world will be damned!”

“But…” She sobbed.

“Kara. It’s not her.” Alex’s heart was breaking as well and even more seeing her little sister in such a wreck. “But you have to listen to me. Do you remember when you nearly pulverized the DEO because you were angry at your mom for lying to you about Astra?”

Kara listened through her sobs.

“It’s not really her!”

Kara yelled in frustration and sadness at her sister’s words as she burned you to death with her laser vision. Until all that remained of you were mere ashes.

So that the alien had no chance of surviving. Whatever it was.

Alex then let go of the gun’s trigger and Kara collapsed to her knees. Hurt, terribly terribly hurt.

Alex let go of the alien gun and padded in the pool of blood to held her sister into her arms.

As she tried to desperately hold her own tears.

While Winn cried in front of the screens.

This had been a terrible experience to the entire group of super friends. A hard, unfortunate and difficult experience. That some had more difficulty to pass over than others.

And Kara was never the same.

She spent days in a bundle of pain as she cried day in and day out. Her family and friends worried about her. But she wouldn’t let any of them in.

Among all of them, only Lena didn’t have the whole story. So it was understandable why she’d be saying the wrong thing unknowingly.

But for her sister to do so. When she knew exactly what happened. She found it unforgivable.

“You have no idea how it feels!” She yelled at her sister. “Alex.” Almost growling her name. “Imagine —losing —Jeremiah, Eliza… Losing me. Can you imagine it?” She hiccuped through her breath. “And then imagine having to kill Maggie.” Added Kara through gritted teeth and trembling lips. “Can’t you see?”

“I…”

They held a memorial and to the public, you were remembered as just one more of the agents that had gotten killed during the ‘attack’.

However, Kara never came. Not even as Supergirl. And to keep appearances for when she’d come back, J’onn was attending to casual Supergirl duties in her stead.

She drowned in her sorrows in her apartment, feeling completely broken.

Going over and over the things you had done together until the point she had to kill you. The possibilities that she could have made that day.

If she had used her super speed and held the trigger for her sister. Maybe Winn could’ve worked some sort of gravitational waves to keep you restrained. Until they’d be able to cure you?

And if that didn’t work, then maybe with Lena’s help?

If only she had thought of it back then. If only someone had.

“It’s my fault…” She sobbed on her own.

———

Chapter 2 : MusicalChapter 2 : Musical

…

In the end, her family was there for her. Friends too. And slowly but surely, she got stronger and better.

———

Barry and Kara were walking around but she stopped following her friend when she noticed you.

“Oh Rao…” Breathed out Kara as she was definitely looking at you. Or at least, someone that looked like you.

“Kara. You okay?” Asked Barry as he came back for his friend.

“I…” She blinked away a few tears. “I don’t know…”

Barry frowned and glanced over to where she was looking.

“One of yours I guess?” He figured as he spotted and didn’t recognize you. “Good or bad guy?”

“Good.” She ended up answering sadly.

“Come on. We gotta go. It’s not really them.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I know…” She said as she kept her eyes on you.

“Kara? Are you crying?”

She sighed and finally ripped her eyes away from you and looked at her friend.

“Sorry, let’s go.” She said but you nudged her elbow.

“Excuse me my lady, but have we met before?”

She froze and didn’t dare look behind.

Meanwhile, Barry attentively glanced back and forth.

“No…” Answered Kara. Without even turning around. “No. Let’s go Barry.”

“Okay…” Breathed out Barry as Kara pulled him by the arm. Leaving you with a brow tilted. As you watched the woman’s back disappear.

…

“Want to tell me what happened there?”

“Nothing.” Answered Kara.

“Yeah, okay…” Said Barry as he let it go.

…

You then blinked awake again and you were suddenly in… the musical.

You looked around in confusion as you wondered where and how you got there.

“Woah. You’re late to the party.” Said the man that had broken into your apartment. “How is it that your mind was taking such a long time to process this world?”

“Am I dreaming?”

“Hm… Ask the others, I don’t feel like repeating myself today. Bye bye now.” He waved and disappeared.

“What the…” You turned on your feet and frowned. “Where’d he go?”

…

“Alright, I’m sorry, but I can’t ignore it any more.” Said Barry. “Hi! Hello.” He said as he waved and came forward to you. “My name’s Barry. What’s yours?”

“Are you stuck here too?” You asked him, feeling his way of talking closer to yours than the others’.

“Wait. What do you mean stuck here?”

“Were you dropped by this well dressed guy with dark hair into this place?”

“Wait, you mean, you’re real?”

“Are these people not real? Because they feel real?”

“No. Omg. Kara, did you hear that? We’re now three to be trapped in this musical.” Said Barry as he turned to face her.

You looked over and met two beautiful blue orbs staring back at you.

“Hi.” You smiled and waved. “Name’s (Y/N). So you’re Kara?”

Her lips started trembling and you retracted your hand.

“Sorry, did I? Did I do something wrong?” You asked Barry.

“I don’t know.” Shrugged the guy.

“Sorry. Yeah. I’m Kara.” She answered and shook your hand.

“Oh okay… Kara.” You shook her hand and your smile fell. “Kara Danvers.”

Her eyes snapped up to you.

“You have a sister, Alex.” You mumbled like it was coming back to you. “… Supergirl.” You added. “Wait… I had a dream about you before…”

“…” Watched Barry.

And you frowned as you tried remembering. “I can’t… Remember… Oh wait… No, I can…” You blinked and stared sadly into her eyes. “You killed me.”

“Oh.” Gulped Barry.

“I did. I’m sorry. I did.” Cried Kara and you wrapped your arms around her.

“Shh, hey. It’s ok.” You said. “But if I’m dead, what am I doing here?”

“Let me answer that question.” Said the Music Master as he appeared sitting on a table. “You are neither from another universe than Supergirl’s nor are you the creation of her own head.”

“?” You frowned. “Just answer the question dude.”

“You’re not actually dead.” Finally dropped the guy. “Don’t get me wrong, your body is. Burned to ashes. But! Not your soul. You see? Where I come from, eh, you wouldn’t even understand… But! The important thing is, I can help you go back to your previous life where you’d get to live with this fine lady who is simultaneously your killer.”

“Wait. If my body doesn’t exist anymore. Does that mean you’ll make me reincarnate into a dog?”

“What? Well, do you want?” Asked the guy.

“What are the options?”

“It honestly just doesn’t work that way.”

“Am I at least going to remember this?”

“Yes.”

“Will I get my old life back?”

“Hmm… Fine okay.”

“What do you get in exchange?”

“You have nothing to worry about that.”

———

Chapter 3 : Coming HomeChapter 3 : Homecoming

The Music Master handed over a necklace to Kara.

In which contained your soul.

So she left Earth-1 and came back bearing the biggest grin she had in a while.

…

“Did she get brain damage?” Asked Winn.

“She’s smiling.”

“Exactly, she hasn’t smiled this earnestly since…” But then Winn stopped himself. “Sorry.”

“What? No. It’s actually fine.” Said Kara. “Here.” She pointed to her new accessory.

“Necklace? Cool.” Replied Winn, confused.

“It’s (Y/N).” Said Kara as she joined her friends and sister.

“Okay, let’s go scan for brain damage effective immediately.” Stated Winn.

Kara let her shoulders down and opened the little bead, letting your soul out.

“Omg, is that a ghost?” Gasped Alex.

“Hi Alex.” You said. “So this is what he meant? I feel bamboozled.” You said as you looked yourself over. “Can I even touch stuff?”

You tried touching the table but went through it.

“Oh. Bummer.” You pouted.

“Come here.” Said Kara with a huge grin and open arms.

You floated all the way to her and she wrapped her arms around your body.

“I can feel it!” You gasped and she squeezed you.

“I love you so much.” She said as she kissed you on the cheek. And you fully materialized.

“Uh. First aliens, now magic. What next?” Said J’onn.

“I’m sure there’s a scientific explanation to this…” Murmured Winn.

“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N)?” Asked Alex as she travelled towards the both of you. “In like (Y/N) without the psycho alien?”

#supergirl imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #kara danvers x reader #supergirl

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mangosimoothie · 2 years

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The Bachelorette: Episode 24 - After the Final Rose

Thank you all for following along with The Bachelorette - it was a wild time, and we live for the fans! For our final episode, we check in with the cast one year after the final rose. What's everyone up to? Hopefully living their best lives

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Aja and Zeke had a beautiful wedding a few months after their engagement. They decided to keep the guest list small since they were a little burnt out after having been on camera 24/7 for the first two months of their relationship.

Mostly Aja just wanted a formal photo op - I mean, look at her.

The main event of the wedding was definitely the "reception" (more like RAGER) they had afterwards at Blue's Cradle! Zeke and Aja chose not to live at the commune, but they still live pretty close by and come to visit every so often. And Aja always gets her cards read by her lovely new mother in law.

After Aja’s last reading, Corinne just smiled and said, “Y’all gotta big yard in de new place, yeah? Good.”

We got to stop by the Queen-Byrd household at their adorable and eclectic home in ATL to see how things were going. Aja and Zeke both say they've never been happier and more fulfilled. There's a lot going on! Black Beauty Babies is going stronger than ever, and combining with Blue's Cradle's resources has made both organizations able to help an incredible amount of people. They've also been continuing their "tomb raiding" adventures - helping indigenous communities with hidden and precious artifacts secure them before tourists/"explorers" can. They're getting a lot better at avoiding tomb traps. It seems like things are going great for our former bachelorette and her man. Let's see how it's going for everyone else

We weren't able to touch base with "Alanzo." In fact, nobody's been able to touch base with him for the last year. We've been told to ask you to contact the authorities if you see him.

After the show, Darion's girlfriend -- who he hadn't TECHNICALLY broken up with before going on The Bachelorette -- was so upset that she leaked his nudes and racy videos in an attempt to embarrass and out him. That backfired. The internet LOVED Darion. Things picked up for him pretty quick, first on social media then on the covers of magazines. Recently he launched Wolf Packer, which is being lauded as the Fendi of transmen's underwear. Looks like disrespecting women really paid off for him! Funny how that worked out.

Things didn't work out quite as well for "superstar" Bastien. After he was eliminated and Aja called him a "BAStard" #BastardBastien immediately started trending and stayed trending for 2 weeks, which is like a year in internet time. Because of all the bad press, Bastien's label dropped him. So now both Bastien and his tour are #CANCELLED

Ryan and Atticus are still together and deeply in love. Atticus decided to go against the wishes of his coven and turn Ryan to cure him of his cancer and ensure that they could spend their eternal lives together.

X'irron is doing more than fine! He took Aja's advice and continued his intergalactic travels. He hasn't quite gotten to the "finding himself" part of the journey, but he's definitely learning a lot ~getting to know~ all kinds of veeery interesting lifeforms.

And that's it! Thank you again for watching- oh wait, sorry. How could we forget sweet baby Cooper! Well...

Cooper's search for true love isn't over! Second time's the charm...That's how that phrase goes, right? (thank you to @maldeebee @holocene-sims and @utamuse for these beautiful girlies!!)

THE END 🌹 | PREVIOUS | BEGINNING

Thank you again so much to everyone who’s been reading this story! I especially appreciate y’all that always comment and reblog and inbox me about it - that seriously means the world 🥺 so instead of leaving a like, leave a comment so we can talk about this crazy show now that it’s over 😔

#sims 4 bachelor challenge #sims 4 bachelorette challenge #ts4bachelorette #ep24 #zeke #queen-byrd household #alanzo #darion #bastien #katowin household #X'irron #Cooper #ts4bachelor #oc:ryan #*aja #*atticus

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barmadumet · 2 years

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Pleas tell me about your PW AU!

WIP GAME

Omg not this one 🤭 Actually, I think you knew about this! Random idea for a Pretty Woman AU that came to me while watching the movie back in June. It strayed from the movie plot quite a bit, though. I had lots of ideas and wrote about 3k words one night, but never went back . . .Basically Anakin is a stripper (giggle), and one night he is leaving a bachelorette party dressed in a doctor costume. An intoxicated woman from the party follows him to the bus stop (heck, I would), and starts aggressively hitting on him. Obi-Wan has worked late at the Intergalactic Bank, and as he’s going to his car, he sees Anakin having a difficult time trying to politely dismiss the woman. HE ASSUMES ANAKIN IS A REAL DOCTOR, and goes over to help. He claims there is an injured bar patron down the street that needs medical attention, hoping to pull Anakin out of the bad situation. Ironically, a friend of the woman comes to intercept about the same time, keeping her from revealing that Anakin is not a real doctor. The two are left alone, and Anakin has missed the bus by this point, so he’s offered a ride home. Anakin doesn’t live in the city, so he declines…. And then the normally reserved and careful banker does something completely out of character and invites the intriguing young man to stay with him for the night; he’ll take him home in the morning when it’s not so late to make the long journey.

Being the kind, sweet, brought-up-in-the-church boy he is, Anakin doesn’t want to be dishonest and tells Obi-Wan that he’s not a doctor almost right away. Now, Obi-Wan is silently panicking that he has a stripper in his car, but there’s no going back. But as Anakin gives him the short version of his difficult path, he can immediately see his goodness. He learns Anakin puts every penny he earns into fixing up a very modest home he owns in the suburbs that is in desperate need of repair. He has no family left and all he wants is to have a place that feels like a home - a sanctuary - a place to call his own. Ultimately, something will happen that makes the house inhabitable, and who do you think will offer the spare room in his city apartment indefinitely?

Cute, fun, and dramatic stuff would happen like Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan’s cat (because he loves animals but can’t afford a pet). Obi-Wan will take Anakin to a work party as a “date.” Obi-Wan will open up about his estranged family who don’t agree with his life choices. Anakin's strong faith and positive outlook despite all he's been through in his short life, help Obi-Wan learn how to find joy through his own struggles.

I have NEVER been interested in AU until this idea randomly popped in my head. My philosophy was always if they aren't Jedi, I'm not interested. I honestly don't know how I became one of those obikins that can't watch a non Star Wars movie without thinking about an AU 😂 Shorty after beginning this work, I stumbled upon an AU called You're My Home by @stanakin96 and probably wouldn't have read it prior to this, and I'm so glad I did. So now I tag them for this game!

And thanks again for tagging me @justaminion ❤️And thank you for the ask!

#obikin #pretty woman au #sort of #obikin au #wip ask game #now you know!

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snappedsky · 10 months

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Fanatics 99.11

Squee vs Zinather

There will be a short hiatus as I am going on holidays and won’t be able to post or work on the chapter, so it won’t be for two weeks. See you then! *Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

The Greatest in the Galaxy Part 11

The Tallest watch bewildered from their sky box as Squee enters the arena.

“What happened?” Purple demands, “the wheel was supposed to select that Irken cyborg, Tak, not Squee!”

“It was like...some invisible force pushed the wheel to his name,” Red muses.

Squee joins his opponents in the middle of the stadium- Zinather, Nimbel, Bo-olts, and Peccs- but his focus is only on Zinather. And Zinather glares back.

“Let the battle begin!”

Squee’s fingers twitch but before he can make a move, something rushes towards him from the right. He instinctively leaps back to dodge Nimbel’s tackle.

“Wha-!” he gasps as she stands between him and Zinather. The Irken also stares at her with shock.

“What are you-?” Squee tries to ask but Nimbel charges him again and he’s forced to backpedal.

“Wait, stop!” he exclaims, “I don’t wanna fight you; I don’t care about this game anymore. I just want the Irken.”

“I know!” she barks, “and you’re gonna end up like your other two friends!”

“Huh?” Squee questions, taken aback just long enough for her to shove him against the wall.

“Don’t you get it yet?” Nimbel hisses quietly so nobody else can hear. “Irkens don’t lose. And nothing good happens to anyone who tries to change that.”

Squee blinks with surprise at the blatant concern on her face. Then he nods. “Okay, I understand. I appreciate your concern, but...”

He trails off as the ground beneath Nimbel’s feet suddenly shifts, picking her up and morphing around her, creating a small dome just big enough for her with a slit for her to look out of.

“What! What is this?” she gasps.

“Just stay in there,” Squee orders as he dusts himself off. “You’ll be safe.”

“Wait!” Nimbel demands but he ignores her as he goes back to the middle of the arena, where Zinather is. He briefly glances towards Bo-olts and Peccs, but they clearly have no interest in taking part in this battle, and stay against the wall of the stadium.

“Now how did you do that?” Zinather asks, staring at Nimbel’s prison.

“That was nothing,” Squee replies, “I told myself I wouldn’t go all out here because I didn’t wanna kill anyone. We’re not enemies; it’s just a game, after all. But you- you’re different.”

“You think you can kill me?” Zinather scoffs, “I have lived through dozens of intergalactic wars. You are one tiny alien.”

“Still taller than you,” Squee grunts.

Zinather snarls angrily, clearly irked by that remark. “You are not worthy of a fight. I’ll end this quickly.”

Four metallic tendrils extend from his PAK, each with a different weapon- a mass of small tendrils, a laser, a spinning saw blade, and a spiked clamp. They immediately lunge at Squee, who doesn’t even blink.

Before the attack can hit Squee, the tendrils suddenly freeze, as if grabbed by a giant hand. Zinather doesn’t even have time to react with surprise before the tendrils are ripped in half. The severed pieces fall limply onto the ground.

“How did you...?” Zinather gasps then snarls. Out of his PAK, a large plasma cannon unfolds and takes aim. “I’ll reduce you to dust!” he barks as he fires a giant, pink ball of energy. But when it gets about halfway between them, it suddenly turns to dust.

“What...” Zinather breathes completely stunned. “What...are you...?”

“I’m a writer,” Squee states, “and reality is mine to control.”

The ground surrounding him suddenly breaks apart into small stones then float around him. Then they transform into knives and fly at Zinather. He flinches as his spider legs extend from his PAK and create a force field just in time to block them and they clatter onto the ground.

Zinather’s spider legs each fire multiple lasers at Squee, but when they get close, they suddenly stop and fly back at him. Zinather quickly makes a force field to block them.

Squee scoffs with annoyance and pushes on a pair of black, wraparound sunglasses. His rocket wheelies activate and he zooms across the stadium.

Zinather flinches at the sudden charge and his spider legs stab in Squee’s general direction. Squee skids to stop just in front of their tips, and the appendages suddenly melt into water that drips onto the ground.

Now just a few feet from Zinather, he glares down at the Irken, narrowing his eyes. Zinather glares back until he feels a sudden burning sensation.

Zinather tries to leap backwards, but his feet are stuck to the ground. The burning sensation is getting worst, as if he’s roasting in magma. He can feel his flesh searing beneath Squee’s glare.

Zinather shouts angrily as a mass of metallic tendrils extend from his PAK and slam towards the ground all around him. Squee is forced to dodge and his concentration breaks, freeing Zinather’s feet and stopping the burning.

Squee jumps back a few feet to escape the tendrils and glares towards Zinather, who is now encased in a metallic dome. Squee scoffs and gets ready to charge when Zinather suddenly bursts out of the top of the dome and flies in the sky on a pair of rockets. His face is covered in black burns, marring his green skin, but he smirks as he glares down at Squee. “I’ve got you all figured out.”

“‘Reality is mine to control’, huh,” Zinather snorts, “but only within a certain radius. Any attack I send at you gets manipulated, but as long as I keep my distance, your powers can’t affect me. Am I right?”

Squee scowls, unable to argue. The fallen knives he used before are picked back up and fly at Zinather, but he immediately knocks them back with a force field.

“Pitiful,” he scoffs, “what kind of godlike powers have limits?”

“Well, you can’t touch me either,” Squee retorts, “cause any attack of yours I’ll just destroy.”

“Really?” Zinather questions, “even ones you can’t see?”

A small, cannon-like device extends out of his PAK and aims at Squee. He glares at it, unimpressed, until it starts releasing a loud, booming sound. Everyone in the audience immediately cover theirs ears, or other listening appendages. Squee drops to his knees, holding his ears, as the noise beats relentlessly against his eardrums. He cries out in pain as blood starts dripping from beneath his hands.

“This will be over quickly, like I said,” Zinather shouts over the din. “You should’ve listened to the Swif. Soon, you’ll end up defeated like your other two friends.”

Squee snarls angrily and stands back up. He ignores the pain in his ears and lowers his hands to grab his knives. He swings them in Zinather’s general direction and a purple wave of energy slices through the sound waves, dissipating the noise. Zinather lifts his arms to block the energy as it approaches, and it destroys his cannon. When he lowers his arms, he sees Squee flying up to him, purple energy blasting out of the bottoms of his feet like rocket fire.

Zinather quickly flies backwards, trying to keep his distance. Squee deftly follows his every movement as they swirl up higher and higher into the sky.

“Don’t bother running!” Squee barks, “I’ve got you all figured out too! This whole thing is rigged for Irk to win! The fact that Dib and Pepito went twice in a row, and that you fought them both- that wasn’t just bad luck! You were trying to make it so we’d lose a player and we’d get disqualified- because we were winning!”

Zinather hesitates for a second. They’re too high in the sky now for the audience to hear them and they’re moving so fast the cam-bots can’t keep up. They’re practically all alone.

“Yes,” he replies, “you are correct. This whole competition was made only to showcase Irk’s strength against all other species. To show the galaxy that we are the best. We’ve won every competition for the last seven sweeps, and if there was a chance we wouldn’t win, we made it so we would by tearing through the opposing team just as we were doing with yours.”

“And for the last seven sweeps,” he continues, “I have been the undefeated battle champion! When I go in the ring, I never lose, and that’s not about to end! I am Zinather, Captain of the Royal Guard, and the strongest Irken!”

Two big plasma cannons extend out of Zinather’s PAK and fire at Squee from both sides. Squee stops flying as the energy balls get close and turn to dust. But as soon as they dissipate, Zinather is right in front of him. Squee instinctively swings his knives as Zinather’s spider legs lunge at him.

Down in the stadium, everyone is struggling to see the fight in the sky, but all they can make out are two black dots.

“What’s happening? Can you tell?” Gaz asks.

“They’re so high they’re almost out of the atmosphere,” Kio replies, “they’re even out of range of my goggles.”

“Not even the cam-bots can catch them,” Zim remarks.

“Wait! Look, something’s coming!” Dib exclaims as they see something falling.

The cam-bots finally catch up and everyone watches on the big screen as they zoom in on Squee’s falling form.

“Squee!” the team exclaim.

He appears unconscious as he plummets to the ground. His friends shout his name as loud as they can, telling him to wake up. Zim, Tak, and Pepito get ready to fly as he gets close, when his eyes suddenly shoot open.

Squee’s descent slows to a stop as he flips upright and lands safely on his feet. Then he collapses to his knees, clutching his midriff. There are two large slashes across his chest and stomach, bleeding profusely through what remains of his shirt.

“He’s hurt bad,” Shmoopy whimpers.

“What about Zinather?” Pepito asks.

As if to answer that question, Zinather flies down to the stadium and hovers just over it. Other than his burns, it doesn’t look like he’s acquired any other injuries.

His spider legs lunge at Squee. He glares at them as they get close and creates a purple force field to block them.

“Seems your powers also require stamina,” Zinather muses, “and when you run low on energy, you can’t use them as well. Just give up. You’re barely running on fumes now.”

“No,” Squee grunts as he stands up, struggling to stay upright. “I’m ending your streak.”

“How? You can barely stand? You can’t win,” Zinather scoffs.

“I don’t care about winning. You hurt my best friend and my boyfriend. I’m taking you down.”

Zinather scoffs and tries to retract his spider legs, but the force field suddenly shifts into a pair of hands that hold the appendages.

Zinather snarls and glares at Squee, who glares back.

Suddenly, the hands yank on Zinather’s spider legs, pulling him close. He tries to fight it, but its stronger than his rockets. Realizing it’s futile to try and escape, he retracts his jetpack and extends two metallic tendrils that lash at Squee. He isn’t able to catch them, and the appendages wrap around his torso.

The pair glare at each other, held tight by each other’s powers.

“Irk doesn’t lose!” Zinather barks.

“We’ll see about that,” Squee growls.

Something starts building in between them, like a puff of black smoke that slowly gets bigger and bigger, and more red in the middle, like fire.

Zinather quickly realizes what it is and tries to escape. He retracts his tendrils, but Squee holds tight to his spider legs, not letting him move even an inch.

The explosion goes off and they both go flying. They skid across the ground on opposite ends of the stadium, covered in burns and blood, and completely unconscious.

“Squee!” his friends cry.

The dome holding Nimbel melts back into dirt and she rushes out farther into the stadium, stopping a few feet from Squee. She looks around in shock and sees Bo-olts and Peccs were knocked unconscious by the force of the explosion. She’s the only standing, because Squee’s prison protected her.

“Unbelievable, folks! What a fight! I have never seen such an incredible battle in all my time as an AI announcer! And the only one left standing is Nimbel, making her winner by default and earning Swif’el five points, putting them firmly in third place!”

“B-but...” Nimbel croaks, too stunned to speak.

“Move it!” Zim barks as he rushes by her, quickly followed by the rest of his team. They all hurry to Squee’s side.

“Squee, hey,” Pepito says worriedly, gently wiping blood from Squee’s face. “Come on, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Step back, Pepito,” Kio orders sternly and uses a stretcher to lift Squee up.

“Most of the injuries are external, but a few of his ribs are cracked and his eardrums are damaged,” Shmoopy explains as she runs a scanner over his body. “I have to get him properly cleaned up before I can treat the wounds.”

“Let’s get him to the house, quickly,” Zim orders.

The team huddles around the hovering stretcher and rush it through the arena. As they hurry, Zim sees two Irken medics getting Zinather on a stretcher. The Tallest aren’t there this time, like they were the last two times, but Rory is. He watches over Zinather’s body as he’s moved and glances at Zim. They both nod respectfully.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myocs #myart

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onedayiwillwritestuff · 3 years

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Humans were one of the best pilots in the history of intergalactic travel, that was a well know fact. And yet, the ITA warned against hiring human pilots. Not an outright ban, per se, just not recommended.

Ch'xal never understood why. Xe had worked with several humans in different positions before, though no pilot yet, and most of them quickly became xir favourite crewmates. That's why xe didn't think twice before hiring Matt, the human pilot, when xe got promoted to rhyly, or "captain" as the humans called it. That was two months ago, and that was two months without any incidents involving Matt, more than what xe could say about the rest of xir human hires.

They were about to take off to Veeria, when Ch'xal wandered into Matt's cabin to warn him again about the meteorites they were supposed to cross path with. Stepping trough the automatic doors, xir eye was immediately drawn to the flashing lights on the screen. Xe immediately forgot what xe came here for, xe didn't have much knowledge about driving spacecrafts, but xe knew flashing lights on the screen were never a good sign.

Xe pointed a limb at the screen. "What is that?"

Matt jumped slightly in his seat, he probably didn't hear xir come in, before following xir eye.

"Oh that?" He smiled wildly. "That's just the 'check engine' sign as I call it, something is apparently wrong in the system. Nothing to worry about, it's been on for more than a month."

Ch'xal forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Something is wrong with the system?!" Xe screeched finally. "And it's been like that for months?!"

Matt rolled his eyes. "Just barely a month." Catching the look xe gave him, he threw up his hands. "Fine, fine. No need to scream at me. Look, just give me my screwdriver, I will fix it in a minute."

Ch'xal watched bewildered as the human grabbed his favourite tool, a small piece of old steel, and ducked under the panels. A few minutes and muttered curses later, the flashing light disappeared, and Matt emerged with a grown.

"Happy now?"

Ch'xal blinked slowly. "Yes." How is that even a question?

Xe left, meteorites long forgotten, but definitely happy about the no-longer-flashing lights. Xir happiness lasted exactly one earthly hour after departure, when xe overhead Matt and Ella, and another human talking about the flashing lights.

"...and what did you do?" Ella asked, to what Matt just nonchalantly shrugged.

"I disabled the check engine light."

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are space fae #earth is space australia #sci fi #my writing #im back #inspired by almost running out of gas on the highway #but according to my brother it's fine we still have gas enough for 40km and the gas station is only 25 km away

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scorpionyx9621 · 2 years

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What Dick Grayson got for his Birthday from the Bat Family

Bruce: A brand new Lexus sedan and a new tuxedo since after Blockbuster burned down his apartment AGAIN Dick is without a car and a decent tuxedo. Dick thinks Bruce went a little bit overboard with the car since Dick's old car was just a Toyota but he's happy anyways. Dick also proceeds to poke fun at Bruce for hating suits and how ironic it is that Bruce bought him one.

Jason: A brand new pair of Nike sneakers that are a size too large (don't worry Jason kept the receipt) and when no one was looking, a solid 10/10 Jason Todd hug. Dick promises not to tell anyone about the hug. As Jason threatened to go full murderous rampage if Dick even gave someone the slightest inclination that Jason is capable of caring more than snarky comments.

Barbara: A nice dinner for the two of them at Monti Sabatini, a very posh Italian restaurant in Gotham's Diamond District. Dick had a lovely table-side Ceasear salad and an absolutely delectable Lasagna. After dinner Barbara showed him a little blue box which had a thin but elegant silver chain necklace. Dick loved each and every second of the meal and loved the necklace even more.

Hailey: A bunch of warm, wet, dog kisses and an endless supply of snuggles during Dick's very rare mid day nap that was allotted for him on this even rarer day off. Dick reciprocated with plenty of pats, belly rubs, and kisses. For the world's best sidekick dog.

Tim: A $50 Wawa Gift card (Gotham City is in New Jersey I want you to look me dead in the eyes and tell me this family doesn't drink Wawa Coffee) And framed, but tattered poster of The Flying Grayson's signed by John and Mary Grayson. Dick loved the gift card but immediately started crying when he saw the poster of him and his parents. Dick has never hugged Tim tighter in his life.

Cass: A gift certificate for a free day at Gotham's new Korean spa and a bouquet of Blue Gladiolus flowers. Dick has never gotten flowers in his life and was taken aback, but was so happy because of it. Dick also was extremely excited for the spa visit. Having someone work on the tight knots in his back was going to make his (and some lucky massuese's) day.

Stephanie: A new set of boxers inside of a box armed with a glitter bomb. Dick actually complained to Steph that he really needed to buy new boxers so Dick was extremely happy for the gift. Underneath the boxers was an Intergalactic Bath bomb from Lush. Dick's never had a bath bomb before as well and figured the only way to fight the glitter covering him was with more glitter.

Duke: Three giant containers of protein powder in Dick's favorite flavor, Strawberry Cream, and very fine blue, leather-bounded journal. Dick proceeded to try to juggle the 30lb protein containers only for one to proceed to fall on his head. Dick was alright but literally everyone in the family had a panic attack at that one moment.

Damian: A blue Citizen divers watch (Dick always liked Japanese watches) and a painting of a blue bird flying majestically amongst a brilliant night's sky. Damian proceeded to gloat about how his gifts were much more expensive than Drake's. Dick thought the painting was a bit abstract but appreciated all the effort Damian took going into this. Dick also felt the watch was unnecessary but was very grateful nonetheless.

What life gave Dick Grayson for his birthday? Tons of hugs, a great meal, a stress-free day, a two-hour, uninterrupted workout session at the Batcave's gym, and a crisp, solid, uninterrupted 8 hours of sleep.

Happy Birthday Dick. You deserve it. 💙💙💙💙💙

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Fic Delivery Service!

So, AO3 is still down and looks like it might be down for a while (boo, leave the poor website alone, ya weirdos).

In the meantime, if you're desperate for a fic, I've got the following fics of mine available as PDFs. As an added bonus, I can send them to the email address of your choosing using the burner email account I used to make my Google Docs SMAU. In other words, if you fancy reading any of the following fics as a PDF, Stede Bonnet can send them to you! DM me if you'd like any!

Cool collaboration(s) you should read immediately:

Work Experience: what if Ed went to meet Stede when the Revenge ran aground? And what if Ed became a member of Stede’s crew? And what if things kept escalating and… Canon AU. Mature. Co-written with Shearwater.

Really no excuse for how stupid these ones are:

Watch Out, Here I Come: what if Stede had been intentionally seducing Ed? Teen

Once More, With Feeling: what if Frenchie just fixed the season 1 finale fiasco because he’s the most capable guy on the ship? Teen

Talent Show: what if Ed was crass about his sexual preferences? Explicit

Capsize on Your Thighs: what if Ed rebounded onto Calico Jack at the end of season 1? Ed/CJ and Ed/Stede (but Ed/Stede is endgame, natch). Explicit

Your Feedback is Important to Us: what if Stede started holding open cabin hours to allow the crew to air their grievances (but was also very repressed and horny over Ed)? Explicit

Oh no Ed’s working through gender/class stuff (but make it funny):

Finery: Ed gets to wear a dress, Stede spontaneously combusts. Explicit

Tell More Tales: Stede isn’t the only writer aboard the Revenge. Explicit

Lovers and Madmen: Ed is hellbent on marrying Stede. Explicit

AUs no-one asked for:

Conflict of Interest: lawyer!Stede/businessman!Ed (read: gangster). Modern AU. Explicit

Intergalactic Tango: Space Waltz AU. Mature

Trade Descriptions Act: bailiff!Ed/estate agent!Stede. Identity theft but make it meet cute. Modern AU. Teen

Baddy Zaddy: Bridget Jones’s Diary style, former porn star turned sex shop owner!Ed/still unfortunately landed gentry!Stede. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

Prize Every Time: You’ve Got Mail-y secret pen pals but also business rivals. Novel length modern AU. Explicit

Your Favourite Song: locksmith!Ed/museum curator!Stede. Kinktober fill that somehow isn’t E rated. Modern AU. Teen

Draft Letter to Restaurant Downstairs: Google Docs AU with a (slightly) interactive element. Modern AU. Teen

Blind Date: Stede and Jeffrey Fettering go on a blind date at Ed’s restaurant. I think you know where this is going. Modern AU. Explicit

Different Dimension: ficlet that crams four and a bit AUs into 850 words. Modern AU. Teen

Stuck Still: British holiday resort AU feat. events manager!Stede and bartender turned fairy!Ed (it makes sense in the story I swear). Modern AU. Explicit

On the Job: “kidnapping” meet cute (but not actually. Again, I swear it makes sense in the story). Modern AU. Teen

Starring Jason Statham: another weird meet cute, courtesy of Jack and the Fast and Furious franchise. Stede/Jack, Ed/Jack and Ed/Stede (Ed/Stede is once again end game). Modern AU. Teen

Proud: Ed attends Pride to get free mum hugs, Stede attends Pride to give free dad hugs. Modern AU. Teen

Conventional: back in the 00s, Ed was in a very famous movie franchise. Nowadays, he does the convention circuit. Modern AU. Explicit

KrakenAir: Stede and the crew are heading to Benidorm to celebrate Stede coming out. That is, if Stede's all expenses spared KrakenAir flight ever departs. Modern AU. Teen

Oh no there’s been a containment breach (aka non-Blackbonnet fics):

We Do What We Like (and We Like What We Do): A brief history of Ed and Jack. Explicit (Ed/CJ)

Fealty: Stede and Izzy make one another even more miserable. Mature (Stede/Izzy)

Contra Proferentem: Ed is a high powered lawyer and Professor of Law at the University of Cambridge. Lucius is not a high powered lawyer but he is a lecturer of English Lit at the University of Cambridge. Stede own a very nice cafe. Explicit (platonic Ed/Lucius, Ed/Stede, no cheating involved)

#ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard fanfic #ofmd #ofmd fic

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