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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: SCP 173 (The Sculpture) x Reader | NEW CHARACTER

(Don't ask about that GIF)

I did change 173 slightly in a way that he can move his limbs and communicate verbally, so Peanut here would be a tiny bit OC

First Encounter

You both met in 173's cell

For some reason, when you blinked, 173 just stood in front of you

Like, this peanut didn't kill you or anything

It was more as if he was interested in you

He somehow found the ability to talk

Even patted your head to your surprise

This also supposed the whole of the facility since they've only observed 173 spanning everyone's neck and teleporting

And they've never seen him move his arms since he's a literal peanut statue that secretes poop (and blood I guess)

Your feelings for him

You began to realise you fell for him after someone had mentioned how often you visited the statue

Definitely would try to hide it, to begin with (Cuz it's odd that y'all be falling for a peanut statue)

But later on, you decide to drop hints about it to your crush, Peanut

He looked as if he was clueless

But he definitely has gotten the hint way before you even realised your feelings for him

Because you make him feel butterflies

If anyone tries to flirt with the statue, you would become furious (Cuz you paid for this statue)

Most likely would tease you at times

His Confession

Probably would plan it out

Which didn't work at all

So 173 would just do it out of the blue

To which you agreed of course (Cuz y'all need some Jesus! At least you weren't like Clef when he- nvm)

Definitely surprised the foundation as well since nobody has ever fallen for this statue before (Aside from Clef)

Some would give you both odd looks while others were more curious about your relationship

Probably would conduct tests between the both of you

Only because they want to see if 173's behaviour would change

Like if someone blinked while standing behind you

Date

Since the foundation doesn't let 173 out of his cell, most of your dates would be in there

173 would be similar to 035 since he's pretty chill and laidback

You both would be laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling

Probably talking about a lot of BS

Probably would tell you his favourite method of killing (which totally isn't snapping necks)

You both would tell each other about your day and peanut would joke around a lot

Is rather sassy as well so if anyone judges, you can always count on 173 to save you

Most likely by snapping their necks

Or sassing them out to the point of no return

When he gets jealous

It's rare to see 173 jealous since he's quite laid back and doesn't really mind who you're with

If 173 does get jealous he would most likely snap their neck

Or just teleport behind you and just stare at whoever is hitting on you

Or he would bend down to their height (if they're short ofc) which does are them off quite a bit

Would definitely drag you back into his cell to which surprised the researchers

Because they found out that the cameras were working and they heard screaming coming near/from his cell

Peanut can be slightly possessive of you

Especially when he knows somebody is hitting on you on purpose regardless of whether they knew you were taken or not

Most likely would ask you who you are hanging out with and for how long

When there's a containment breach

There's a 50% chance that he caused the breach

Whether he did it or not he would look for you

As he's looking for you he would snap some necks

Even gave 682 a heart attack

More than once actually but we don't talk about that here (cuz that hurts 682's heart)

Could care less about every other SCPs/workers

If you were hurt peanut would hunt down whoever did it to you

Probably would stroll down the facility instead of teleporting

To which you giggled

The look on the researchers' faces when they saw 173 frolic across the hallway and back into his cell was priceless

You were even there to witness it and everyone looked at you like they've just seen a ghost

Yandere!173

Would lock you up in his cell

Probably would tie you up as well

Definitely would torment you by teleporting in front and away from you

Sometimes would blindfold you

Not even the researchers could get you out

They've even asked 131 for some help and it didn't work as effectively as they thought for whatever reason

If you somehow managed to escape your freedom wouldn't last long

173 would manipulate you to the point that you felt that there weren't any way out for you

So in the end, you just stayed in his cell (probably regretting life choices while you're at it)

At least he's nice enough to let you eat proper food served in the foundation (had to make that clear in case y'all didn't get the hint and thought he gave you smth else to eat)

His younger sister

You're both alike and very close indeed

The foundation was shocked at how alike you both were

And you both were inseparable

So every time there's a breach and they see either of you, they know the other is just around the corner

You both would be sassy, sarcastic and funny

The foundation would be entertained by your remarks

Although you may or may not snap necks like peanut, you do display some form of curiosity towards the foundation staff and the SCPs

Like that one time when there was a containment breach and you leaned in rather close to this rookie and he just screamed as he laid on the floor

He did get quite a lecture afterwards but you decided to just tease him whenever you both meet

When his kid says their name for the first time

Would be joyful af

Nobody would hear the end of it

Like imagine the last words you hear is 173 telling you how his kid spoke their name

Like it took them so long to just get the pronunciation right

Tries to get them to swear late on though

Much to your dismay

173 is a cool and laid back type of dad so you wouldn't have to worry too much when you're away

Unless it's about being a good influence then you should (Not that it matters anyway...)

Probably would teleport to whoever/whatever just tp tell them about it

Even bothered 682 to the point that the lizard begged the foundation researchers to remove either of them

When his S/O is angry

Would run/teleport 10000000000000000000 miles away

Especially if you're mad at him

Probably because he broke your favourite cup and didn't tell you about it because he know that your best friend gave it to you as a gift (Don't say y'all don't have friends)

Would try to calm you down after a while though

Which didn't work too well because you still wanted to rip his head off

If it was somebody else who made you mad he would probably be entertained

Unless it affects himself of course

Probably would try to hold you back and get you to calm down

In which you wanted to rip off his head as well which ended so well for peanut

If 173 cant run anywhere he would just hide in the corner and cry

Probably would as the researchers for some help as well

They don't because they don't want to die either

When someone tries to steal you away

When peanut finds out he would hunt down whoever tried to steal you without hesitation

Would snap his neck and everyone else who were involved or knows about it

Takes you back to his cell

Checks if you were hurt even though you were looking at the kidnapper's @ss

Would try to stay by your side at all times even though he knows he can't

Stares at the researchers every time they talk to you

If it was a D-class they would die in an instant

Has a burning hatred for certain kinds of people

When his Pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

Cries without a doubt

Would bandage you up without a doubt

Would cheer you up by doing weird dances and impressions

Most likely would tell you off as well but your puppy eyes get to him

So he would just take that back and just baby you

Would kneel down to talk to the unborn child about your bad behaviour

You swore you felt it kick

173 would get all excited and more protective than usual

Wouldn't let anyone near you unless you were going into labourr

Meeting a Fem!Dragon!Hybrid!Reader

Would be quite curious about you

Finds you rather cute because you're so pure, kind and small

Wants to adopt you without a doubt

The researchers would have mixed feelings about you being in the same cell as 173

Peanut was lowkey terrified when you breathed fire

Was somewhat ok with you crying lava and levitating objects for a bit

Somehow managed to get 343 and/or Scarlet King to help you improve your telekinesis

Definitely would play hide and seek with you and some others

They don't get a say otherwise peanut would snap their necks

When he accidentally kills you

It was when some guy unintentionally pushed you which angered 173

Like he teleported to him and his friends

You tried to explain but 173 didn't listen so he proceeds to snap everyone's necks

Trying your best to defend the poor guy, you stepped in front of them which lead to 173 snapping your neck as well

The guy was shocked but managed to run before anything happened

Word got around that 173 had snapped your neck and was now permanently depressed

Like, he stopped snapping everyone's neck for quite sometime

Felt so guilty that he went to 049 to see if he can fix you

But he wasn't able to so he went to SK and God

They were transported to another facility so they weren't able to do much for this statue

Yandere!173 x Evil!Reader

Not as dense as some of the other SCPs but 173 wouldn't have guessed that you worked for another GOI other than the foundation

Since you used your knowledge of 173 to your advantage, 173 would find out rather late

173 found out who you were working with since the late arrival of the Black Queen came by to collect you

173 would try and kidnap you back into his cell at the Foundation but failed miserably

Would try and warn the foundation but they couldn't get you back either

Since you were with the Black Queen, 173 was plotting to get you back without any distraction

The foundation realised how dangerous 173 has become and isolated him far from the other SCPs

At times, the foundation would use your name in order to get 173 to work with them which worked 50% of the times

Trying McDonald's Sprite

Would be confused about this 'Sprite' from McDonald's since he doesn't eat or drink anyways

173 would be rather curious about this beverage and does give it a try

Finds it tasty and you soon realise he has officially become a sweet tooth

Was probably a mistake but if you ever needed to bribe 173, get him some Sprite that's specifically from McDonald's

Like that one time you bought him Sprite from Tesco's, he said it tasted more disgusting and refused to finish the drink

You should probably give him some apple pies, pancakes and some other sweet stuff from McDonald's

Sometimes the foundation would even give him some Sprite whenever the cleaners are cleaning his cell

Would find it amusing that the only way to get him to stop snapping necks are Sprite

When his kids swear

Would 100% be ok with it

173 probably is the one who taught his child to swear

Probably would let them drink alcohol at a young age as well

Maybe around their teenage years, but would let them try a sip if they're under 10

Wouldn't even be mad if his kid swears accidentally

Peanut would most likely encourage it

Doesn't mind if his kid swears at others, but the others would probably complain

When Child!Reader scares him

Wouldn't be hard to scare 173 tbh because you're so small

You'd be running around and giggling while doing whatever

Until there's some silence

173 would probably brush it off at first until he didn't hear a sound for 20 minutes

Does check around his cell to make sure you're still there

Panics because he can't see you

Until he turns around and had a full-on heart attack because you jumped on him

The researchers definitely hear a screech coming from his cell

They all started laughing once they found out

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dances

Very similar to 035

Would be in awe of you dancing for him

If you were pole dancing he would probably watch you with those eyes~

Most likely end up in you both performing in another activity

If you were aerial silk dancing, 173 would probably be amazed

Would try and dance with you but fails terribly

Because he keeps dropping like dead flies

Most likely broke his back

Sometimes the researchers wonder how it's even possible for 173 to break his "bones"

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would crack a lot of dad jokes here and there

Follows wherever you go

Rubs your belly whenever he can

Definitely would make a full conversation with the unborn child

Sometimes would read stories that do make you feel sleepy

Does whatever you tell him to do

Cracks some necks if he can't give you what you need

Would cry whenever you have your mood swings

During labour, you grabbed his arm so hard that it almost broke him

When you try to commit suicide

Would teleport to your side at an instant

Wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again

173 would try to cheer you up which may or may not work

Definitely would kill whoever made you feel this way if any

Make you stay in his cell for a while

Maybe even permanently

Wouldnt let anyone touch you

If you had any scars 173 would cry

Peanut would try his best to stop you from feeling that way

Having a Hopelessly Romantic/Easily flustered GN!Reader

Would definitely tease you

173 would find it adorable that you fluster easily and is hopelessly romantic

I'd say he's pretty hopelessly romantic to a certain degree

Will kill if anyone teases you

Because your adorable flushed look is only reserved for him

Although he would tell all the other SCPs about you

049 and 035 get it the hardest but 035 is completely fine with it

049 would rather just stay in his cell than to hear 173 talk about you for 200 hours

Probably knows more about you than peanut himself

173 would boop your snoot whenever you have that cute look

When you're about to be executed - Yandere!173 x D-Class!Reader

173 would snap everyone's neck and kidnap you back to his cell

If anyone ever mentions your name, 173 would instantly snap their necks

And if they ever tried to find you, he would know and would hide you somewhere else

If you ever tried to flee, 173 would teleport to your side and bribe you to stay 'home'

By bribe, I mean he would force you to return by teleporting the both of you

If anyone sees the both of you, 173 would stalk them to no end

Would torture them if they were to tell the foundation about this

Not even the other SCPs could help

When you curl up in their lap

Would find you the cutest thing on Earth

Aside from 999 of course

If he's exhausted from doing nothing, he would probably just rub your head/back

Definitely would tickle you whenever he can

Finds it comforting when you do curl up in his lap

Thinks that you're so cute to the point that he would kill for you

When you kiss his neck

10000000000000% loves it

Would definitely be vocal because he has no shame

Most likely would ask you to do it again

Even if you were in the middle of talking to someone and they hear him

If you were in the mood, you could tease him with neck kisses for hours on end

Probably would ask you to move on to the next activity but you know he loves being teased

Then after that go back to cuddling

173 would scream but the last time that happened the whole foundation went deaf and you gave him the cold shoulder for a while

Definitely cried about that so he tries to restrain himself

But you feel bad so you just carried on

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nachosforfree · 3 years

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hrrn hrrn fanfiction me gusta

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The two players the young pigman had approached were so nice to him. They cooed at him, one crouching down to hand him a gold ingot, the other remarked something in a strange language. They placed a boat in front of him, and he curiously got in. The players grinned and started pushing the boat. He looked around, wondering where he was being taken. They soon arrived at a large, purple portal.

The players were speaking in the strange language, and one held up a name tag. The pigman looked down at his gold ingot, rubbing it and smiling at the shiny surface. He jumped as the name tag was pinned to the back of his shirt, giving a small squeal that the players seem to delight in. They pushed his boat through the portal and he shut his eyes at how bright the purple was.

When he tried to open them, he was only further pained by something large and bright far into the sky. It was brighter than lava, and hurt his eyes badly. He rubbed at them and squealed again. He heard the players utter things to each other, before they began to push the boat again.

He used the gold ingot to shield his eyes, and the players cooed again, finding it to be the cutest thing despite the fact he was in pain.

Soon they pushed him through a forest, the large trees shielding him further. He looked around with curiosity, the trees here were nothing like the ones in the nether. They were brown in the trunk and their leaves were green, the ones in his home were red or blue.

One player groaned out a complaint, and the other scolded them. He wished he could understand them, but whatever language they spoke wasn’t at all what the pigmen back home did.

Soon, he was pushed to a large archway, a small city beyond it. One player cheered, pulling their arms away from the boat to rub their tired muscles. They spoke to the other, before dashing off into the city. They soon returned, a man now following.

He stared in awe at the man, who had black, glistening wings that folded behind his back. His brow was shadowed by a striped hat on his head, but his blue eyes seemed to glow even so. The player who led him here gestured at the young pigman, speaking quickly. The man nodded and walked over.

He took hold of the pigman’s collar, and remarked something, presumably about the name they’d given him.

He said something else to the players and they both smiled before saluting him and running off into the city together. The young pigman was lifted out of the boat and held in the man’s arms, and the man smiled at him. He was carried into the city, glancing over the man’s shoulders at the forest and boat behind them.

As the man walked, the pigman couldn’t decide where to put his eyes. Everything was so new and interesting. There were so many different mobs and types of players. Some players even looked like mobs. Some looked like him, pigmen, but they also spoke in the strange language. They would catch his eye and smile brightly.

He felt safe here. It was strange.

They entered a building, and the man put the pigman on his own hooves. He crouched down to be at eye level with him, the kind smile still on his face.

He spoke perfectly in the pigman’s language, “Hello there, Techno-Blade.”

The pigman tilted his head, “Technoblade?”

“That’s the name those players gave you, I hope you like it. You can always change it if you’d like.”

The piglin looked at the floor for a moment, contemplating the name. It seemed much cooler than the one his parents had given him. The thought of his parents made a spike of sadness go through his heart. Yeah, a new name sounded good.

“It’s cool.”

The man laughed, and stuck out his hand, “I’m Philza. Philza Minecraft.”

Technoblade wrapped his small hand around Philza’s, shaking it.

Philza stood up again and a player approached them, speaking in the language from before. Phil cleared his throat before responding, motioning to Technoblade. The player nodded and smiled down at him, reaching out their hand for him to take. He did, and they led him to a small room filled with twisting vines and warped fungus. There was a blue bed in the corner.

They said something before patting his head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. He stood still in front of the door, not exactly sure what to do next. He turned and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. It was big, big like the one he’d had in his home.

He missed it. He missed his big house, and his family, and the small crown he had to wear when his parents had guests over, and the plastic sword he would swing around and get scolded for hitting the house workers with. Before he knew it, tears were falling down his face, and he sniffled, trying to wipe them away. Everything had been okay until the people living under his parents had gotten angry, storming their house and cornering them.

His sniffles turned to loud sobs as the images of his parents lying bloodied burned his mind. Blood for the Blood God, the people had chanted, some raising their swords at Techno, ready to finish him off and leave the entire family dead. He screamed and ran faster than he had ever run before, dodging past other pigmen’s legs. Some of them smelled of slowly rotting flesh, and the scent mixed with blood made him gag.

The thought of it now made him gag again. He lurched forwards and emptied his stomach onto the floor, hiccuping and sobbing as he retched.

“Oh shit.” He heard from the door.

He tried to apologize through gasps but couldn’t get the words out.

Words were shouted down the hall and then there was a shadow over him, arms reaching out to try and grab him. He screamed and threw himself back against the corner. The shadow over him cursed and stepped back.

“It’s okay, Technoblade, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Someone else entered the room, holding something in their hands, they knelt down near where Techno had vomited and began to clean it up. They didn’t talk.

The first person reached out again, slower this time. Techno could barely breathe. He slashed his claws at their arm and they flinched. Blood dripped down from where he’d scratched, and that only filled his mind with more panic.

Blood.

Blood for the God.

For the Blood God.

Blood for the Blood God.

The phrase repeated itself over and over in his mind, drowning out any other thoughts he could have, slashing and clawing at his brain. His head throbbed, he felt like he would throw up again.

The person backed away, giving up on physically consoling him.

“Technoblade, look at me.”

He could barely hear the words over the chanting, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open, his red ones meeting glowing blue ones.

“Breathe.”

He listened, gasping a few times before trying to force his breaths to settle into something calmer. It was barely an improvement, still certainly not getting a good, stable amount of air in, but it was progress.

“Good, good, keep breathing. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Safe, that’s what he had felt when being brought here. He remembered safety. It felt so far away right now. Safety was in the arms of people larger than him, in smiles and head-pats and hugs that squeezed his bones. The thought of being touched was sickening right now, but he desperately craved it.

The person who had cleaned up his mess quietly stood and exited the room, not wanting to cause the young pigman any more distress by staying.

Soon, Techno’s mind cleared enough to realize that the person standing before him was Philza. He felt more tears fill his eyes, and he stuttered out an “I’m sorry”.

“It’s okay. Are you okay if I come closer?”

He nodded, and Phil gently sat down on the edge of the bed, still keeping his distance a little. His arm was still bleeding, and Techno tried desperately to keep his eyes away from the sight.

“What happened?”

“I- I just, I was…” Techno hiccuped, bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes. “My mom and dad are dead! They died and I didn’t save them at all!”

“Oh…” Phil muttered, a look of concern in his shaded eyes. “I’m so sorry to hear that, but Technoblade, I doubt that it was your job to save them. Sometimes things just...happen. Young boys like you shouldn’t be held responsible.”

Techno sniffled, looking up at the man through his hands, “But…”

Phil scooted closer, “No buts about it. Whatever happened, it isn’t your fault.”

Techno dropped his hands into his lap, looking away silently.

They sat in silence for a few heavy moments, before Phil spoke, “Do you want to go get some water? You probably need it right now.”

“Water?”

Phil paused, realizing that due to his nether origins, techno had likely never seen water before.

“It’s a type of drink, to keep you from getting thirsty.”

“Oh… okay.”

Phil stood and held out his hand for the pigman to take. He stared at it for a few seconds before grabbing it and hopping off of the bed.

They walked through the building together, Techno seeing that there were many other rooms like his, some also having pigmen in them.

“Why are there so many pigmen here?”

“There’s a rot going around the nether,” Phil explained, “We want to get enough pigmen away from it as possible. It’s dangerous.”

Techno shuddered, remembering the smell of the rotting pigmen who’d attacked his family, “Oh…”

Phil stopped at a door, and opened it to reveal a large kitchen. He pulled Techno inside and gestured to a bench for him to sit on. As Techno sat, Phil picked up a glass bottle and filled it with water from a cauldron. He handed it to Techno and filled another one up for himself.

Techno took a sip and hummed, feeling the liquid cool his now aching throat. He took a big breath before chugging the rest of the bottle, hearing Phil laugh as he did.

“Yeah, that’s about what I expected,” The man chuckled.

“It’s really good.”

Phil nodded and sipped his own, “What do you all drink in the nether, anyway?”

“Mostly milk from hoglins.” Techno answered, watching Phil grimace at the idea.

“Oh.”

Techno glanced back and forth between his empty bottle and Philza’s face.

“You can get more, if you want. We’ve got plenty.”

Techno awkwardly sunk into himself for a moment, before standing up, walking over to the cauldron and dipping his bottle into it. He filled it to the top and drank.

He sat back down on the bench, drooping his head back and closing his eyes, tired from all the crying and panicking he’d done.

He was lifted into Phil’s arms, but didn’t resist this time, and was carried off to his room. Phil laid him in his bed.

“I’ll wake you for supper later,” The man promised softly as he turned and exited the room.

Techno watched him close the door before burying himself under the blankets and shutting his eyes, swallowing and thinking about the nice tastelessness of the water as he drifted off.

#em writes shit #writing #fanfiction #dream smp #mcyt #technoblade #philza #parental death #blood #vomit tw #panic attack #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ask to tag idfk #its quarter to 1 am im tired man

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years

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vİVA lAS nEVADS?

Fundy had been sitting by his stairs… for some time now. His “day” was spent circling around the small space he deemed home for neither had he the nerve to be anywhere near that damn bed, nor could he gather the courage to dare do more than stand in front of that door at bouts in bravery. In one of his moments of strength when he stared at the spruce door and pondered doing more than holding the iron handle, knock

called the door, as a newer dread pooled in his stomach.

Then thrice again it called, for good measure. Fundy slowly got up, and just gripped the handle with all his strength, debating whether to open and face whoever’s (whatever’s?) on the other side, whether it be the reaper.

After deciding the death wouldn’t have the courtesy to knock, he breathed in, breathed out. In, out, and he heartlessly tugged on the door as he braced himself, for only to perceive the smell of grass and feel the cool wind on his hair. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Where once someone stood, he found a note beckoning him to meet.

Looking back over his shoulder, he decided he’d rather be anywhere else.

He felt the hellish heat of the nether in his face before he saw the shorter man leaning to the wall. “There you are, Just the man I’ve been waiting for!”

“Hi Big Q.”

Why, Big Q? He didn’t say out loud.

Fundy took a good second look at Quackity’s new attire to not to stare at the gnarly scar that was hidden under gauzes last time he had seen him.

“Looking good, looking snazzy! How’ve you been?”

“I’m good, I’m good! I would’ve liked to say you look good too but you look like shit.”

“It’s been a rough few nights.”

“I can tell.”

“So, what did you call me here for?”

Quackity threw his arm around Fundy’s shoulder. “I heard you were back at the Dream SMP and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh-kay?..”

“Let’s walk as we talk. What have you been doing, where were you?”

“Well… I thought the SMP was bad for me so… I left?” Fundy kept talking as Quackity nodded along and occasionally commented to show he was listening as he led him through the Nether. The awkwardness soon dissolved and conversation evolved to friendly barter that somehow made Fundy feel fulfilled after so long. They soon arrived by a portal in a small lava peninsula marked by a makeshift path. “I wanted to show you something.”

Fundy followed after Quackity into a grand showroom of black stone. He tried to make sense of the journey as he noted the change in tone.

“…What is this?” He walked down the hall and inspected the walls. “The Axe of Peace, Shulker, Enderche- What IS this?..”. Fundy turned to Q for answers.

“…Fundy, I’ve been working on something, alright?” He approached and put his hand on Fundy’s shoulder. “I finally have a way for us to get rid of the tyrants that fucked us over.”

“I’ve been thinking about it, and we are a lot more similar than we tend to think.

You, with your hitlist, me, with the Butcher Army, we both fucking knew Dream and Techno were powerful. We both knew they were the fucking problem. L'manburg exploded and we could do nothing about it because we were powerless.

But with the thing I’m working on? We would be able to go toe to toe with the likes of Technoblade. Techno would have to think fucking twice before he crossed us.”

The fox backed away in confusion “Wait… By ‘we’ you mean?..”.

Quackity smiled, as earnest as he could look “Well, We’re friends, right?”.

And that stunned Fundy. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to shut it and think it over again. Whatever he might have said, it felt not right.

“I brought you here to show you something.” He gestured at the grand hall. “This bunker? Your shitty ex would have had everyone’s attachments in it. Look at it close. What do you notice?”

Fundy read the signs and looked for anything of his own.

“You and me, Fundy. We are the two people who have nothing in this bunker. With L’manburg gone, we are two people with nothing to lose.

So… why not take a gamble?”

“I-.”

“Listen Fundy.” Quackity looked Fundy in the eye. “With the thing I’m working on, I need a partner. I need someone who will be there for me, alright? I need someone who won’t abandon me, I need someone who will be with me thick and thin. What I really need, is a friend. So,” he extended his hand to Fundy’s yearning horror, “Are you gonna be my friend?”.

#I WILL READ LATER BUT THANK YOU #fundy #quackity #fanfiction #submissions #mcyt #dream smp #submission

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moonctzeny · 4 years

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I don’t think I can wait

“You’re basically eating me up in your imagination right now”

“Oh, I’m doing much more than that”

pairing: Doyoung + fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,927

warnings: public sex, dirty talking, light degradation but it’s consensual of course

summary: “You and your boyfriend, Doyoung, are out for a fancy dinner, but he looks so fucking good you can’t wait to get home. So you don’t.”

a/n: please don’t put your boyfriend’s fingers in your mouth during a pandemic

I’M SO FUCKING SAD THAT I HAD TO REUPLOAD, it was at 100 notes before it was flagged for one fucking picture... tumblr sucks.. anyways enjoy

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Having a gourmet dinner in formal wear wasn’t really your thing. You were more of a making pizza in your underwear type of gal, but when Doyoung made a reservation at one of the fanciest restaurants in the area, to celebrate your anniversary, you couldn’t turn him down.

You dressed up for the occasion, slipping on one of the few designer dresses you owned, Doyoung’s favorite. Carefully chosing your make up and jewelry to match, you left your place smelling like expensive cologne and looking like a million bucks.

But none of that mattered. Because right now, as you finished the overpriced main dish you ordered, you only wanted to taste one dessert. Your boyfriend’s dick.

He had no right looking this handsome tonight. His hair was jelled back, letting his sharp eyes shine in their full glory over the candle light between you. The black silk shirt he chose to wear looked royal on him, the dainty jewelry accentuating his collarbones and making his neck look delicious. His long fingers looked even prettier than usual, decorated in silver rings, and you couldn’t stop daydreaming about sucking on them.

You took one more sip from the french wine he had ordered for you, the alcohol not helping your situation. You put the glass down, absentmindedly drawing circles around its perimeter with your finger. A feeling of guilt pooled in your stomach, when you realized you hadn’t listened to a word of the story that he was telling you.

“Are you ok? You seem a little out it tonight”

You took your right heel off, sighing at the alleviation of pain the shoe was giving you. Running your foot up and down his calf, you were glad the tablecloth was long enough to hide the inappropriate action.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m just- so needy tonight”

He chuckled at your tone, and studied your body language. A flushed face and a body leaning towards him, basking him in your attention, begging for his touch. He placed his hand over yours, rubbing little comforting circles with his thumb.

“We’ll get home soon baby, don’t worry”

You glided your foot higher up his thigh, the silky fabric of his slacks making the motion smoother. Batting doe eyes at him, you took his hand and guided it on your lips, as if to leave a sweet kiss. Looking around quickly, you made sure no one was staring directly your way and dipped the tip of his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. Your voice was sweet like honey.

“I don’t think I can wait”

You let him go since a second later, the waiter came, handing you out two little menus. You lifted your foot even higher, pressing it over your boyfriend’s clothed cock, happy to discover that he was already half hard.

“May I interest you in our desserts? You can choose from the menu over here but our specials tonight are crème au caramel, babas au rhum and chocolate lava cake”

Doyoung grabbed your ankle from under the table, stopping your little massage.

“Ooh ooh!” you wiggled excitedly, satisfied with your effect on him, “I’ll take the lava cake. I just love gooey things in my mouth”

Your tone was innocent but your intentions were far from it, and you saw your boyfriend almost choke on his spit from the corner of your eye.

“We’ll share”, he choked out and quickly returned the menus back to the unsuspecting waiter.

“Are you crazy?”, he whispered once the two of you were alone again. Well, as alone as two people in a crowded restaurant can be. The anger in his voice was only turning you on even more.

“What did I do?” you challenged.

“You’re basically eating me up in your imagination right now”

“Oh, I’m doing much more than that”

With that, Doyoung had enough. He stopped a passing waiter and asked for the bill, handing out his credit card impatiently. It wasn’t often you got to break his cool façade like tonight, turning him from the collected man he was to someone so fidgety. You put you shoe back on, excited for what you knew was coming next.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, guiding you to the higher floor of the restaurant. The waiter that had taken your order earlier saw you walk away and stopped you, a quizzical look on his face.

“Sir, are you leaving already? What about the desserts?”

“Pack them up, will you? I want to show the beautiful lady the view you have on your top floor”

You weren’t heading to the restaurant’s balcony, of course, but rather the bathrooms. Waiting around for any waiters to leave, you sneaked into the ladies room, luckily empty, hoping no one would interrupt you soon.

The moment you got in, you crashed your lips into his. He kissed you slowly but dirty, dipping his tongue in your mouth and turning you more desperate than ever.

The impatient boy was gone again, his calmness making it seem like he only wanted you half as much as you needed him.

He grabbed your neck and squeezed, and you weren’t sure if it was his dominance or the cold rings that were sending shivers down your spine. Walking you backwards with his grip, you felt the porcelain sink digging in your ass.

“So, did you have my dick in your mouth in your imagination earlier?”

You just nodded eagerly, unable to choke out any words with the way he was restricting your air flow. He released your throat, gripping your hair instead and pushing you down on your knees.

“Then show me, slut”

You wiggled a bit in spot, waiting for him to free his cock from the slacks he was wearing. He only moved the least amount of fabric possible in order to let it spring out, red tip angry and staring at you.

You put your hands on your knees, pushing your boobs together and staring at him in anticipation and thankfulness, like he just did you a favor. Leaning forward, you only trail your tongue across his slit, making him hiss. You move in circles around his tip, focusing on the sensitive skin located right under it.

“No time for this”, he mutters and laces his fingers in your hair again, fitting the entirety of his member in your mouth. You take up the challenge and start to bob against him, moving your head in a pivoting motion. Placing one hand on the base of his cock to stable yourself, you use the other to massage his balls.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”

You felt his cock turn incredibly hard inside your mouth and you couldn’t help but run your tongue through his length, feeling all the little veins and thinking how good he will feel inside you.

As if he heard your thoughts, he pulled you up, a hand kneading your ass. He slips his fingers between your pussy lips, realizing that you have no panties on. His stare was strict but you look at him with wide eyes full of innocence.

“I didn’t want my underwear to be visible through the dress”

He collected the juices that were already pooling there, and placed his fingers on your lips. You open up eagerly, lapping over his digits with such hunger that he’s just staring with an open mouth, his glance darker than ever.

“Is that the case? Or were you planning on getting fucked in public and just gave me the easiest access?”

You didn’t have time to answer him because he immediately pulled up the skirt of your dress, locking your right leg around his waist. The position would otherwise be a bit uncomfortable, but he was so hard and you were so wet that he just slipped into you effortlessly. You were so needy for him that just his tip filling you up triggered a daring moan from you. He bent down for a deep kiss, and you weren’t sure if it was to shut you up or because he got turned on by your desperation. You knew he had more to offer.

“I need more”, you whispered over his lips and he delivered, pulling your dress to the floor leaving you completely naked except for your heels. He turned you around, bending you over the sink, bitting your earlobe before pushing into you completely.

“Be a good girl and shut up”

It was so dirty, how he stayed all suited up and yet you were completely naked for him, bouncing on his cock. You stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes moving from your pleasure filled face, to your breasts, to the place were he was digging inside you.

He grabbed your leg, placing your knee on top of the sink, thus making his thrusts feel mind numbingly deep. You moved your fingers over your clit and started rubbing circles over it but he smacked your hand away, doing it for you instead.

The way he was fucking you just right, coupled with the fear of getting caught made it impossibly hard for you to stay quiet. Doyoung grabbed your throat once again, the mirror offering you the beautiful imagery of his fingers over your neck.

“We’ll get caught if you keep being so loud”

“I don’t care”, you moaned out, “let them know how good you’re fucking me”

He growled at that, picking up his pace and shutting your mouth with his hand, muting out the sounds you let out.

“You’re so nasty tonight, you little slut. Begging for it like a bitch in heat. I wouldn’t let you cum, but I don’t want your dripping pussy ruining the leather seats of my car”

His filthy words sent you over the edge, forming tears in the corners of your eyes and making your knees buckle. Doyoung held you in place, continuing to fuck into you, but your whimpering made it obvious that this was too much for you.

He let you kneel down, turning your face around to look at him as he jerked off over it. Your fucked out state was enough for him, soon urging you to open up. Pulling your tongue out for him, he started spurting his cum over it. He looked absolutely beautiful, with his flushed face and open mouth, and you gladly swallowed all of him, reopening your mouth to show him how good you were for him.

He kneeled down next to you, arms embracing you and he pulled you into the sweetest kiss.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Doie”

You let yourself get lost in his scent, the smell of sweat and his woody cologne calming you down. The moment wouldn’t last for long, as a knock on the door made you both jump up in panic.

“Just a moment”, you yelled out, quickly putting your dress back on and fixing your hair to the best of your ability. Doyoung took his suit jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders and opened the door. The lady looked a bit taken aback to see him in the ladies room, but he only held you closer.

“My girlfriend wasn’t feeling too good”, he lied and she nodded in worry, convinced.

You walked out of the restaurant, a bag with your packed dessert in hand as he sighed.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Share the lava cake with me as we prepare for a round two?”

He laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Sounds like a plan”

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lnterjection · 3 years

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gods of red skies (of this world to comprise)

Based on @quaranmine‘s post “that meme where the FBI shows up at your house because you know too much except it’s DreamXD and Ranboo being the only person who knows what an end portal is,” but I make it angsty.

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“And here’s our table,” Phil said, and Ranboo’s jaw dropped in such standard enderman fashion he would have been ashamed, if he weren’t so preoccupied with the sight in front of him.

Slowly, he took a step forward. Leaned over and traced a finger across the pale, bumpy endstone, its tiny craters and rivers of raised ridges. It had been so long since he felt endstone beneath his skin.

The empty sockets stare back into him, deep cyans and swirls of black. You’re here, they seem to whisper. We’ve missed you.

“It’s a cool table, but I think this is a bit of an overreaction,” he heard Techno whisper behind him. “Phil, what do we - uh...”

“Do you - do you know what that is?” Ranboo asked. He struggled to keep the awe from his voice.

Phil glanced over his shoulders with a bewildered expression. “No?” he said, wings slowly fanning out. “What do you mean?”

“It’s-” Ranboo hesitated, taking a step back. Should he tell them? Should - should anyone in this cursed world have that sort of power? Wouldn’t that lead to more sides, more pointless statuses of power to fight over?

He made a split second decision.

“Um, nevermind,” he said. “I forgot.”

The lie came so easily. Ranboo internally winced at how familiar his muscles were with the phrase.

Techno eyes him, pupils narrowing, but he doesn’t comment. Phil gives them both a cheery smile and claps his hands in a neat, smooth motion, effectively shutting down the line of conversation.

“So!” he said. “Anarchy!”

Ranboo nodded along, tried not to be too weird (or well, weirder than he must already seem to them), and that was that.

Everything was freezing - his crystalized bed that felt more like ice than wool, his creaking, ramshackle roof with scatterings of icicles that dripped frost and cold, the way every muscle of his body felt like it was contracting into a ball of sharp diamond.

Ranboo couldn’t complain, though. He had a place to live. He was welcome here, which was so much more than what he deserved after everything he’s done.

He wasn’t going to freeze to death. Worse case scenario, he takes his blanket and hides under his bed. He’ll be fine. Fine.

His chattering teeth and rapidly shivering body certainly seemed to disagree with him.

Ranboo tried to draw in a clattering breath. The winds picked up, slicing every exposed inch of skin with an unforgiving glacier.

At least it’s not snowing, he thought weakly.

And then, through the screeching winds and enveloping blindness of night, he heard it.

There’s something crunching, outside the fences that made up his home. Ranboo blinked slowly, wondering if he’s finally gone off the deep end. If that last tether to sanity which his mind so desperately clung to was finally slipping away, and this was the moment he succumbed to that relentless war of the mind, never to resurface again.

For a terrible, traitorous moment, Ranboo hoped that it was Phil or Techno, here to invite him into their house of warmth, a sign of friendship or at least care, after he’d been invited into their anarchist group (which wasn’t taking sides, they just didn’t want to be ruled, was that so bad?).

“Not much of a house, is it?”

And like an arrow to his heart, that hope was promptly smashed to pieces.

“Shut up” Ranboo gritted out to the figure that was no doubt leering over him with that stupid smily mask and stupid smug voice. “You’re just jealous you don’t even have one.”

His mind scrambled around desperately as he suppressed a terrified scream. Is this his mind again? But that voice doesn’t show up outside the panic room, or does it? What does he know, really?

Was this actually Dream, here to kill him? To take revenge on for destroying the community house? Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to drag his face away from the swath of blankets that he was clinging to, but he could hear the whine of the fence gates swinging. Something snapping shut in place.

Dream was definitely here, unless Ranboo had, indeed, well and truly lost it. Which was a likely possibility.

Dream, what was Dream doing all the way out here? And why now, of all times, did Ranboo decide to finally grow a spine?

Well, either he was hallucinating big time, or Dream was here to kill him. Either way, it’s not like anything he did will matter.

“I have a house,” Dream said, sounding mildly affronted. “Now, this pathetic excuse of a cattle pen certainly can’t be called one.”

“Just shut up and kill me already, Dream,” Ranboo yelled. His voice was muffled and thrown about by the wind, but it echoed through his bones nonetheless, and this was gratifying in some horrifying way because either way it’s not like what he’ll say will make any difference. “What, are you here to finally gloat over me too? Found a different target than Tommy, huh? Just can’t find a better use of your time than torturing teenagers-”

“What? Woah, I am not Dream,” Dream said, and Ranboo took a moment to process this information.

“What?”

He finally looks up, squinting through the darkness and the biting way the winds attacked his eyes.

The person that had his arms cross in front of him looked like a carbon copy of Dream, only with a pale blue hoodie instead of the usual lime green one.

“Just because you’ve put on a different outfit doesn’t mean you’ve changed who you are,” Ranboo snapped through chatters. “Fuck off or kill me, Dream. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“I told you, I’m not Dream,” was the reply. “Check your communicator.”

Ranboo, slowly, drew out the device and glanced at the pale, glowing screen.

DreamXD whispers to you: I’m here.

“Really reassuring,” Ranboo said.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one of the nice ones?” ‘DreamXD’ asked. “I thought you had manners, or something like that.”

“Since when have manners ever helped me?” Ranboo bites, suddenly feeling something sullen draw his stomach down. Bittering clung to every word. “It’s like nothing around here gets done without violence.”

“That’s not my problem.” DreamXD made some shrugging motion, slowly turning his shoulders in an unsteady fashion like he was just getting used to moving his body. “I’m just here to...”

Ranboo flinched as a glimmering stick appeared in DreamXD’s hand. He recognized the telltale sheen of glowing enchantments, but that shouldn't be possible because you can’t enchant sticks.

Dream, or DreamXD, or Not Dream, whatever the fuck he was - waved his glowing stick above him in what Ranboo assumed was supposed to be a menacing manner. He looked mostly like a deranged serial killer, which was, concerningly, also an apt description for the actual Dream.

“I need to make an alteration to your book,” he said. “Hand it over.”

Ranboo stared at him for a long, drawn moment. His mind was blank, unresponsive, why would he want the memory book-

And then, his memory book was in the other entity’s hands, and Ranboo began yelling again.

“Give it back!” He lunged forward, but DreamXD teleported to the side and slammed his fist down on Ranboo’s back. He hit a faceful of snow and dirt, and a pained whine escaped his throat as the heel of a boot dug into his neck.

Everything hurt. His back is now throbbing. Ranboo suppressed a sob as he heard the telltale sound of pages flapping wildly in the wind - and then the sound of ripping paper, grating against every bone of his body.

Again - no, this couldn’t be happening again, why is this happening again, he was so careful and he hadn’t done anything and surely he had been good this time, hadn’t he?

His mind only just seemed to process what was happening. His memory book - his memory - was being stolen, torn, violated yet again and this time Ranboo could do nothing but listen and cry into the cold, gritty dirt while his neck is on the verge of snapping and what did he do?

He just wanted peace. He just wanted to be loved - not even loved, to just be left alone. To live without constant fear of pain or death or someone destroying everything he held dear. Was that so much to ask for?

Yes, a part of his mind whispered. You blew up the community house. You betrayed L’Manberg. You didn’t even have the spine to tell Techno and Phil, your new allies, what the end portal is. They welcome you onto their land and group and you repay them with more hidden secrets? How else will you betray everyone?

Everything part of him was burning. Ranboo wanted to slice and strip off all his skin, to submerge himself in freezing cold water and close his eyes and not have to worry about any of this anymore and why did he want all of that so much-

“There we go,” the voice above him suddenly said, and Ranboo made a choked noise as something hard kicked deep into his side. He tumbled across the floor with a few soft crunches before going limp, body splayed at unnatural angles that twisted knots around all his muscles. His throat felt more parched than desert sands, scraped raw and bloody.

Something thudded in front of him, and Ranboo somehow had the strength to claw himself over through a filmy, blotched vision and drag his memory book back into his embrace. There were pages missing, ripped from the spine in jagged chunks like an unfinished puzzle shredded apart from frustration.

He choked again as a hand closed around his neck and dragged him up and something sharp and flaming jabbed into his chest.

A coarse sleeve muffled his wailing scream.

This pain was worse, so much worse, worse than the wither skulls and being dunked in water and all the stabs and slices he’s ever endured combined, his insides were burning and burning and on fire and covered in lava and Ranboo thought for a few fleeting moment that he would combust into sheer nothingness and he wanted to forget, forget why am I still here forget everything please I don’t want to be here-

“There we go,” the voice, that Dream voice, said, and it sounded so sickeningly like Dream but also not at all, because whereas Dream‘s voice always held a demeaning smugness about him this one had nothing but cold indifference, and Ranboo wasn’t sure which was worse but he couldn’t focus to think anyway because his entire world was red and white and burning and what the fuck was that stick enchanted with-

At some point, the pressure stopped. It faded away increments, and all Ranboo could comprehend was that eventually, as his mind flopped away from the shelter of nothingness, he was on the ground again and Dream was above him and everything was horribly, horribly silent.

Why, he wanted to scream again to the howling winds, but his throat was spent and dead and he couldn’t move or do anything except lie there and spasm erratically like a dying animal with its guts already pooling across the stiff, blue grass.

What did I do why is this happening please I’m so sorry I’m so sorry it’s all my fault please stop I don’t want to die-

“Let this be a warning,” the voice said in a smooth, terribly indifferent way. “If you write down what happened here, or about that end portal, I assure you that things will get much, much worse. And if you tell anyone, anyone else even a hint of what that portal is-”

Ranboo couldn’t even flinch as something cold pressed against his throat, as much as his mind leaped at the feeling.

“I guarantee you will never see the light of day again.”

Was this what it had all been about? The portal? That he was being punished for his origins after all, for having the - the knowledge itself? For having the power to utilize it, even if he never would?

“You really are Dream, aren’t you,” Ranboo rasped. He creaked his neck up to stare blankly into that pearly white mask. Every part of him, from his screaming body to his scattered, twisting thoughts felt weighted with magma, smoldering in its own ruins.

Dream shrugged, a bit faster this time, and disappeared in a shower of flaking purple particles that drifted around like the snow that had, during some part of all this, began to fall.

His eyes stung. His entire face was covered in tears, sharp daggers flicking the skin across with every movement. Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to care. He cradled his cold, crumpled memory book to his chest and knew that, as much as he hoped it was, this was not just a nightmare. Not in a world like this.

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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“Stars Aligned,” Ch. 5

A/N: this is my fanfic on wattpad! There are currently 9 chapters on there but I’m slowly posting them here! @/ xTodorcki

First 4 chapters can be found on this Masterlist

It was sadly another severe training day, Aizawa had made it clear on what he expected to be done from the class today and how everyone was also going up against some pros but mostly against each other.

He had mentioned to partner up, a few people had asked you. Mostly Midoryia and Todoroki, you were trying to figure out if you even wanted to train with them today.

"Idiots, she's my partner for today." Bakugou had shut down the two boys who had asked you and also Mineta who was creepily standing behind you, waiting for the chance but got scared when he seen Bakugou.

"Why do you want me as a partner?" You questioned him and he simply shrugged his shoulders, not giving you a clear answer.

"I think you're more of a competition than anyone else in this class." He muttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows in amusement.

"Katsuki admitting that my quirk is actually some competition? Was it the lava that spooked ya?" You were trying to joke around with him, even nudged him gently with your elbow but your laugh fell when he glared at you.

"Whatever, dumb ass. Are we going to train or are you going to ramble on all day?" He was already getting annoyed but that's not unusual for him so you didn't really care much.

"Wanna finally talk about yesterday?" You mentioned, reminding him about yesterday events of you two in the weight room.

Bakugou had tried to remove the thoughts from his head last night, he was practically sleepless thinking about how Todoroki had angered him so much that there was no way to contain his rage of wanting to fight him over and over again.

"What about yesterday?" He tried to pretend like he already had forgotten about it, like it went over his head and didn't bother him one bit even though the truth was that it still made him want to rage a little.

"Forget about it," You caught on to him trying to play it cool, you knew how he reacted when it came to his emotions so you never wanted to pressure anyone, especially him, to try and express them.

Bakugou was just naturally angry and you accepted that, it didn't really bother you that much. Yeah it got on your nerves, it irritated you how you wanted to punch his face but you could also put up with the snarky attitude and also put him in his place when needed, that's why he hated you so much.

You had snapped out of your thoughts when Bakugou decided to start the partner up training exercise. He wanted to test your abilities again but he was sure to be careful of another black out lava trick again especially when you have no sense of control over it yet.

The training had went on for maybe an hour, he was trying to talk about your lava and how you should use that considering how powerful it could be once you have that full control. You never heard advice from Katsuki so you were pretty shocked when he stood there trying to talk to you about your quirk and how it could be more if you put more time into it.

"Your quirk still sucks but it has some potential." He added, crossing his arms over his chest and you stared at him for just a moment.

"Your quirk sucks." You mentioned, rolling your eyes and seen the irritation on his face.

"I was trying to help you, idiot!" You giggle at his small outburst, shaking your head and started to walk beside him back to the locker rooms to change out of the gym clothes.

"Don't get so hot headed, Katsuki. I was only joking with you."

"I'm not hot headed."

"Maybe a litttttttle." You dragged on, seeing him mumble under his breath and you nudged him again.

"C'monnn, I make your life somewhat entertaining, quit being a little party pooper."

"Party pooper? The hell is that?" He gave you a dirty look, the confused look on his face afterwards had made you laugh again.

"Just not a party person I guess you can say, that's you. The lone wolf."

"There's nothing wrong with being a lone wolf." He mentioned, parting ways once everyone had gotten to the locker rooms.

As you went inside, changing back into your school uniform Ashido and Yaoyorozu had walked up to you, the look of pure excitement on their faces.

"Hey, Y/N. We wanted to ask you something." Ashido spoke first, sitting down on the bench as you finished up and grabbed your bag.

"By the look on your faces, seems like you're planning something." You said, leaning back against the lockers.

"My parents are actually going out of town, something about alone time vacation blah blah. So I was thinking of throwing a party tonight since it's Friday and we could all use a break. Just us classmates." Yaoyorozu explained, you had never really went to a school party before so you were pretty tempted to go.

"We're also having a sleepover, I would say just girls but I really don't care if the bone heads sleep over too they'll be in a separate room though." She added, giving you the puppy eyes look as if she was pleading for you to go with just her eyes.

"I'll tell my dad, I'm sure he'll let me go either way— he wanted me to come here and make friends anyways." You shrugged, standing up straight and started walking towards the exit.

"Text me the details!" You shouted at them, walking outside and meeting with Izuku and Shoto again.

"How was it like having Bakugou as a partner?" Midoryia asked straight away, not giving you time to even say hello to them.

You walked towards the gate, shrugging your shoulders and stuffing your hands inside of your pockets.

"He actually gave me a little bit of advice, still said my quirk sucks though."

You laughed, soon shutting your mouth and listening to Midoryia ramble on about today and his quirk and everything else between. Soon enough his talking made time go by fast because you were now standing in front of your house. To your surprise you found out last week that Todoroki had actually lived down the street and Midoryia was a few streets down from your house.

It was a good thing that you had people to walk home with you even though you didn't mind the peace and quiet to gather your thoughts and think about stuff.

"Are you guys going to Yaoyorozu's tonight?" You asked as you opened up the gate that had wrapped around the semi big house.

"Wouldn't miss it." Midoryia waved goodbye, you watched them walk away together before going up to the front door and walking inside.

You kicked your shoes off by the door, staying quiet to see if you can hear if your father was home or not until you heard him call your name. You cursed under your breath, setting your bag down by the door and walking to where he was in the kitchen, you can tell he had barely just came home maybe minutes before you. He still had his suit on and was looking at his watch like he only had a short period of time left.

"I know we weren't able to talk yesterday about the sports festival, I had gotten a call half way through and by the time I came home you were asleep." He started off, lifting up the small cup of whiskey he had and took a swing at it, drinking whatever was left in it.

"I'm proud of how far you've gone but third still isn't enough to become a successful pro." You knew that was coming.

"Yes, I know." You stood still, waiting for him to finish the small lecture he gave out about training and doing this with your quirk.

After he was finished, he had rushed back out the door. You had to quickly ask about going to your classmates house, he didn't even hear anything— all he said was yes. You huffed out a breath once the house grew quiet again.

It was normal for your father to be gone all day or for days at a time. He was always gone doing hero work somewhere whether it was in the city or far away. You didn't mind, less time of him to lecture you because when he was off, all he did was force you to train with him for hours on end until you were too weak and tired to stand.

You hated how strict he was on you about your training, maybe it was because of the fact you were now an only child after your sister and mother died years ago from a villain incident. Even then, he had no right to be as hard as he is now but he did it all to make sure you can defend yourself. He couldn't bare to lose you too. He couldn't even forgive himself about what happened all those years ago but he learned to live with it to be a better parent for you, even if it meant training you all hours of the day and pushing you to be better.

You guys are more than welcome to head over to wattpad to read the rest of the chapters! I will be uploading chapter 10 tonight🥺 or you can wait for the chapters here as well

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zippers-flowers-and-wine · 4 years

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(Just to preface, this doesn't exist under MMR rules. Has no relation, and all merfolk swim using the stereotypical up and down motion.)

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Jotaro flicks an ear, folding himself lazily across your lap with a rumbling purr. The darkness of the dusk makes his gorgeous, hidden marks start to glow softly. You stroke lightly down the powerful muscles of his spine as your legs adjust to his weight, inwardly preening when you feel the very subtle loosening of his muscles.

Jotaro was an odd one, even among merfolk. He had been a loner, which was generally a death sentence for mers. Since most if them were so petite and only had two venomous spines - located at the base of the fluke, and usually brightly coloured - they made easy meals for anything smart enough to avoid those spines.

Your mer was also dull coloured, muted purples and blues interlaced with shiny golden accents and silver speckles that were only visible at and in darker spots. The first time you saw his body light up like that, you had taken to calling him Star.

(He pretended not to like it, but you always caught glimpses of him preening like other mers each time you said it.)

When you asked him if he ever felt inferior to other merfolk, Jotaro snorted. With his signature sigh, he claimed that it made it easier for him to hunt during dusk and dawn, but you always took note of the slightly jealous side-eyes he'd shoot other mers while you were swimming.

Another oddity was that he was travelling by himself along the coasts. The staying alone in groups was one thing - some mers were like that, but usually followed the pod as they migrated. Jotaro, on the other hand, would vanish for a maximum of 3 months, and you only found out that he was alone when you carefully asked a female from the permanent pod.

Turns out he had travelled by himself up until earlier that month when he stumbled upon an equally lonely cecealia.

At first you were worried.

A cecealia? As in, a member of the very species that commonly ate merfolk... Had podded up with your merman?

You nearly fainted, more so when the chopper female continued. According to hearsay, eyewitnesses, and rumours, the cecealia was named Kakyoin and had subtly roped your friend into becoming his podmate.

So when he showed back up at your dock with two silver haired mermen, a cecealia, and some kind of... Siren-merman thing, you had started crying.

Loudly.

You were snapped out of your nostalgic thoughts by Jotaro lifting himself up onto his forearms. His tail lifts over his shoulder, the dull purple tip of a poisonous spine just barely digging into the meat of his bicep.

"Listen to me: I don't care what you were on the surface. I don't give a flying fuck what sort of stupid shit, or what kind of full-brained shit you've done up here..." He falters, tail slapping down onto the cool water below. You hiss, the water lapping a little higher up your unclothed calves. Jotaro's brows are furrowed, sharpened fangs worrying at his lower lip before he releases it in one hissed breath, "I know you can be something better with us. Even if you..."

Pulling away, he pushes his hair forward, hiding his face behind the soaked strands. "Yare yare daze... What I'm trying to say is; we'd be happy as fuck if you joined our pod."

You blink slowly at him.

His ear fins flick to and fro, folding back when your silence persists and he huffs, "It is painful as fuck from what I've heard, and I guess that no human should ha-"

"Okay."

His eyes snap up, secondary eyelid blinking in shock.

You flash him a small smile. "I mean, I have nothing much up here." He follows the broad sweep of your arm, taking in the small boat next to you both, as well as the dull backdrop of your town.

Jotaro's fins flex, tail curling back up. His poisonous spine tips brush his shoulders, then sinks back down with a soft ripple as his bright blue eyes shift back to you.

"Okay."

A small smile twitches over your face.

"Okay."

His hands slide down, pulling you into the water with him. Your hands latch onto his shoulders, flinching upwards when his tail slots between your legs. Jotaro clicks softly.

One hand steadies you, the other carefully running the cold ocean water across your shoulders to ease you into the cold.

Ducking down, and tightening your legs, you whisper, "How... How bad will it hurt?"

His clicking stutters, shifting into a Predator-esque chitter as his moving hand presses against your hip. "... I can't say. I've never..."

You smile nervously. "Well... I guess the faster it's done with, the easier..." Curling your legs tighter, you press against him tighter. "Right?"

Jotaro is silent, and you peer up nervously. Some small silver spots on his face light up his eyes, making him looks softer yet more intense than usual.

"Just... Exhale. It'll make it faster."

Then he dunks you both under.

Your body instantly tenses, struggling and kicking until he starts making an interesting purring sound.

You hold out for longer then your mind is comfortable with, thrashing before the purring seems to amplify, multiplying and shoving itself into your mind like a persistent leech. It vibrates into your very being, burning itself into the very fibers of your soul and making your head loll back.

Your body burns, thrumming violently as Jotaro finally releases you. Your body jerks, begging you to swim upwards yet your muscles won't allow you to as they've already submitted to the enthralling roll of Jotaro's purring.

Jerking violently, you can feel your legs fusing, can feel Jotaro soothing his hands across the freshly forming hip fins and the steadily unfurling dorsal fin. Your lungs gurgle, filled with sea water and the ocean's breath. Another set of hands clamp over your mouth, one pinching across your nose harshly.

Your chest spasms, tail flailing and thrashing in panic.

"Breathe."

Your head jerks again, trying to pull away so you can, but the palm tightens.

"No, actually breathe."

And you do.

Your chest heaves, lowering with the disconcerting feeling of water whooshing out of your neck, jetting out so hard you can feel your hair ruffle. The hands lift, brushing down and pulling your shirt away from the newly formed gills.

Another set, presumably Jotaro's judging by how rough the inner knuckles are, reach up to brush your eyelids.

"Hey."

You tilt towards him, gasping as your ear fins flutter. Your ears are far more sensitive, flooding your senses with a lot of information that your mind doesn't quite know how to process. Water rushes over your left ear, and you immediately twist...

Only to immediately flip ass over tea kettle when your new, weighty tail flicks a little too harshly. You cry out, choking on the rush of sea water. A pair of hands catch you, you can hear people tittering so you snap your eyes open.

Saltwater stings your eyes, making your ears start flattening your fins back.

"Haha, second eyelid, ma chérie."

You gurgle, unable to talk. The hands that caught you, shift up and press against the outer corners of your eyes. Almost immediately, you feel something press closed, sliding from the outer corner to the inner corners in one, smooth sweep.

Blinking slowly, you look up. Only to immediately start going a little starry eyed when you come face to face with Jotaro's pod.

Polnareff grins back at you, his brilliant silver, black and gold tail flexing beneath him and nearly glowing in the dark.

Avdol floats next to him, his longer, dark red and orange body ripples like an underwater lava flow, the bright yellow and black patch of scales across his throat signifying his siren status.

Kakyoin's arms are stretched, the wall of lime green, acidic yellow and shinning silver a stark contrast to Jotaro's darker colours.

And then Jotaro's grandfather, the silver barracuda himself, Joseph Joestar. The large merman is grinning, visibly vibrating in his spot in pure excitement. The faded greens and yellows of his body are beginning to be washed out, turning nearly pastel due to his age.

Jotaro curls around you, nuzzling into your head.

"Welcome to the Ocean."

#typical tails #jotaro kujo #merman jotaro #typical tails au #merfolk jjba #jjba #any times I write normal mermaid aus #i think im gonna call it #drabble #jjba scenarios #jjba drabble #tw: drowning #tw: death #?? maybe

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secretstories · 3 years

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One Last Time

“Are you sure he won’t mind.”

“No, but we won’t find out unless we try, besides there is no law of the Drev that I know which says I can’t.”

Standing at the base of the mountain the three of them looked upwards watching as blue flames flickered on the edge of the distant slopes. Kanan shifted uncomfortably. “This seems wrong, I mean the only ones who should be going up the mountain are saints, and I’m no saint.”

“Fine then you can wait outside while I go talk to him.” Sunny said taking her first step up onto the stone.

Adam followed after her quickly outstripping her pace with his superior climbing abilities. A climb that Sunny herself had thought difficult was a climb that the human was willing to make without the assistance of rock climbing equipment. Sunny shook her head at the thought, humans could scale what seemed to be sheer cliff faces by using their hands and feet alone. Even with an extra pair of hands she was not comfortable or good at climbing.

He vanished overhead for some time, and was waiting for them at the top when they made it to the top during mid day.

The shadow of the mountain cast them into cool shade and Kanan dropped to his heels huffing and puffing as Adam lifted his hat looking up at them from what looked to be a rather restful nap. He grinned at them and Kanan flipped him off as he sagged to the ground.

Sunny raised a hand to the two of them trying not to let them see how hard she was breathing.

“I’ll head in first, wait for me here.”

The two of them nodded and she turned stepping through the open canyon, passing familiar lines of rocks and small runnels of water which trickled down around her feet. White moss began to appear around her in patches and then in clumps until it began to take over the entire canyon. She squeezed herself through some tight spaces and out the other side where a beam of orange gold light fell down from above and onto the surface of a small turquoise pool.

Sunny took a deep breath inhaling the familiar scent of months spent training, months spent training and revising Drev doctrine on the top of the sacred mountain.

“Naktan?” she called cupping her hands around her mouth.

She could have gone further into the small thicket of trees at the far end where she knew he slept, but she did not wish to bother him like that. She waited, and waited, and for a moment she thought that something might be wrong, when a soft sound came from behind her. She turned flicking her spear up just in time to catch the haft of Nakta’s spear as it was swung towards her head. She caught him in place holding her arms steady and keeping his gaze as they stood locked together.

Naktan held on for a moment his fiery eyes boring into her before he dropped the spear, “Chalan, I did not expect to see you return…… no one has ever returned to my mountain.”

“There is no rule that says I cannot.

He lifted his head, “That is true….. but you also brought visitors.”

“I did. Since there was no rule against that either.”

He walked around her I n a tight circle, “And a human no less. One who is neither of our creed nor our species..”

She kept straight, “He is sentinel of a clan, AND my battle partner.”

She watched Naktan carefully as he rested his spear over his right shoulder. He didn’t even look surprised at that revelation, “And the other/”

“My brother.”

He nodded slowly.

“I suppose I am glad to see you come. I had expected to grow old without ever speaking again though your appearance has stopped that fear.” She watched as he relaxed his guard, and she did as well knowing that he had accepted their visit.

“I cannot allow them to enter the inner sanctum unless they are willing to observe one of the rights, but at the head of the valley there is a small cave that was once made for those who cared for me in my youth. You and your friends may use it. I will be with you shortly.”

Sunny nodded bowing to Naktan before turning and heading her way out of the cavern.

She found Adam and Kanan playfully flicking pebbles at each other when she showed back up.

They looked up at her and she motioned them to follow, leading them into the small opening which Naktan had spoken of. Inside they found a cave whose walls were glittering in diamond formed as some sort of old lava chamber. There was an indentation I the floor for a fire, and other rocks sitting about for stools. The stone was already black but even more so blackened by smoke.

They sat there for a long few minutes before an echoing from the inside of the cave alerted them to a presence.

Kanan and Adam stood as Naktan appeared from the darkness holding his spear. Light glittered off his black carapace glittering in little sparks like the diamonds imbedded in the ceiling. Both Kanan and Adam raised their spears and bowed. Neither of them spoke as Naktan took his seat. Together they waited, and waited, and waited for what must have been an hour or more before naktan lifted his head.

“Either you both understand the meaning of patience, or Chalan has told you of my little test.

“She may have mentioned it at one point.” Adam admitted.

“Honesty, a good quality.”

He lifted his head to look between the two of them, “I can accept your presence here though I am not one for idle conversation. Tell me, what do you seek in visiting me.”

Sunny paused and shook her head, “Nothing, we just thought you might be…. Lonely?”

“Loneliness is a truth universal which I accepted long ago. Company is nice but not required.” He looked between the group of them, “Though there is something that I sense in you.” He paused and then scooted to sit on the floor crossing his legs.

“Sit with me and follow as I do for I believe I can show you something.”

Adam, Sunny and Kanan did as requested sitting on the obsidian floor.

Naktan pulled a bundle of sticks from somewhere in the cave, set them in the floor and lit them with he strike of a flint. When he had a good fire going around them, the room began to heat up. Sunny could see little beads of sweat appearing on Adam’s forehead.

Naktan raised his hands and withdrew something else from another unknown location turning and throwing it down upon the fire.

There was a burst of sparks and the smoke hued purple, “Breathe deeply, and listen to my voice. Keep your hands on your knees and close your eyes. Breathe only and listen only to my voice.”

Sunny did as told as did the other two, though kanan seemed mildly hesitant.

Then Naktan began to chant. It was slow and melodic and deep like the booming of distant war drums, and as sunny sat that sound pulsed with images. Images of her childhood, of distant wars, of moments glimpsed into the past of memories half forgotten. She saw faces and heard voices and spun in spiraling circles down and out of her own consciousness until it felt like she was floating in nothingness.

“Open your eyes.” Naktan whispered.

Sunny did as told, but when she opened her eyes she found before her a grey landscape.

It was almost perfectly grey accept for the distant hills and the sky overhead was white.

There was no wind and there was no visible sun. There was just silence, and the vast white grey landscape before them.

Sitting in a circle around her she could see Cannon sitting to her left and Adam sitting to her right, though he looked to be almost in pain.

Naktan was standing at the center turning an eye on Adam, “Your theater is still strong, you must let go.”

Adam grimaced, “He doesn’t want me to.”

“Who doesn’t want you to?”

“The spirit…. Deus.”

There was a pause as Naktan nodded almost as if he had known what was coming, “I will not dabble against the great sun, you may stay as you are. Relax and breathe.” The human did as ordered and eventually opened his eyes.

“Where are we.”

“Thousands of years ago, our ancestors communed with the spirits upon the astral plain, seeing guidance and hope from those of the past. This ability and the techniques to impose it have been lost over time, and even I do not have a firm hold of the power. Communion with the spirits is difficult more for some than for others.” He looked over at Adam <”it would be impossible to commune with the creatures of your species. They are too old, too powerful, and they are discouraged from such interactions.”

He turned then to look at Sunny and kanan, “As for the Drev I may be able to request their presence.”

Sunny’s eyes widened, “You mean….. someone who is dead/”

He nodded once turning to Kanan, “I sense you have someone in mind.”

He nodded slowly.

“She waits for you on the other side of the veil, go quick and be swift, I will bring you back when you need returning.” And with a nod Kanan vanished leaving the three of them sitting on the open plane, “I leave you here now as I sense a visitor on the other side. I will bring you back before the danger.”

“Danger/”

“Do not worry, you are in safe hands.”

And then Naktan vanished as well leaving the two of them sitting in the white.

They sat across from each other staring.

A gentle breeze rippled Adam’s shirt, though the way it moaned felt distinctly cold and hollow.

There was nothing here, no life, no spirit, it was a place in between.

And that is when they heard the crunching of footsteps, turning their heads in surprise and looking up as a figure approached over the distant cracked earth. He was tall and simply a silhouette at first, until he drew closer and the shining gold of his armor plate reflected off the ambient light. Whoever he was he seemed to glow with an inner light of his own, like a star descended from the heavens to walk the earth. Sunny took to her feet in shock mouth open as she watched the figure approach.

He was wearing gleaming golden armor against his gleaming golden carapace, and in one hand he carried a spear made of crystal. A cape billowed at his back seeming to be woven from sunlight and threads of fire.

“Father.”

Adam’s eyes widened as Sunny took to her feet, unable to contain her joy as she raced across the open ground. Her chest tightened with congestion and she tried not to cry as she raced towards the figure and he opened his arms for her, catching her in an embrace that could have brushed her if he wanted, but she couldn’t hold back her emotions and began to weep openly as Lanus held her to his chest. He smelled familiar, felt familiar.

He rubbed a hand gently against her back, “Daughter.” He said quietly, “how I have missed you.”

She hugged him tight sobbing into his armor.

For many moments they did not speak, standing o the open ground with their arms around each other before he pulled away, resting a hand against her cheek. The expression in his eyes was one of such tender joy that sunny KNEW it could e no one other than him.

“I am so proud of you Sunny.”

“You’ve been watching me/’ she said, wiping at her neck

“Not so much watching as listening. I hear about you commonly. You are returning the old doctrine to its proper place, and soon one day they may be ready for the full doctrine.”

She was curious but didn’t press him further.

“So you know I-“

“Became a saint.” He smiled, “I was hardly surprised. If it was going to be anyone, it was going to be you.”

She smiled and said a few more things before pausing, “Father…. There is someone I would like you to meet.”

He tilted his head at her curiously letting her know that he probably didn’t know about this one.

She took him by the hand and led him back to where Adam was still sitting o the ground politely looking away so as not to intrude on their reunion moment.

Lanus stopped a few feet away from Adam, and Adam slowly lifted his head.

The two of them locked eyes.

As soon as gold met green, Lanus took a step back in shock, “You!”

Adam stood quickly and sunny rested a hand on her father’s arms.

Lanus looked confused, but she sensed no anger in his face as he stared at Adam. She felt a sudden pang of worry in her chest, wondering how her father would feel about her being battle partners with the man who had killed him.

“I know you.” He said quietly, “One of the aliens, one of the humans.”

Adam looked down.

“The one that killed me.”

Adam lifted his head and in his eyes Sunny could see the remorse building there, a look of pain on his face that made her want to go and comfort him. Adam was no killer, and though they had talked about the death of her father it was not a subject he liked to bring up. If there was one thing in this world that Adam regretted, it was taking the life of her father.

The pain on his face was so poignant and so obvious that Lanus could surely see it.

“I am…. Truly sorry.” He said softly, “For what I did, for taking you away from your daughter.”

Sunny felt the sudden urge to defend him, “Father wait, the humans they were drugged and-“

Adam held up a hand, “No sunny, there are no excuses. It was war and I take full responsibility for what I did.” He looked at lanus, “We came to your planet as members of the GA, and left your planet a monster and a broken man.”

Sunny watched her father’s eyes as they softened slightly, “I have never blamed you for my death. War is impersonal between warriors =. At least I died with honor on the battlefield though I am surprised to see that you two know each other.”

Adam and sunny looked away simultaneously and thought lnus surely suspected soemthing, he didn’t say anything.

“Tell me, what has happened since I was gone, what happened to your mother.”

That made Sunny wilt even further.

“Perhaps we should sit.”

He did as told and with sadness she told him how, after he had died her mother had fully snapped. How kanan had to run away for his own safety and how she had been forced to seek help with the humans searching out Adam to learn how she might defeat her own mother before she could make anything worse. When describing her final fight with kazna, the look on his face was one of pain and sadness. Though they had not gotten along in the past, it was clear that he still loved her.

Soemthing that would never change.

“Your mother was not always like that.’ He said when she finished.

“When I met her on the battlefield….. she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.” His eyes went glassy, “She was a mighty warrior fighting with two short axes in either hand throwing bodies from left to right like the goddess of war……” He paused, “I was a young Drev then, and I was ready to show my strength. I met her in open battle on those bloodied fells as fire roared around us.”

Sunny stared at him in surprise, “You were from different clans.”

He nodded his head once, “We were. What remains of my clan was assimilated into hers.” We fought on that noll for what must have been hours, and it seemed that the very heavens would shatter around us. He smiled, I have never been so in love or more scared in my entire life. In the end neither of us won, and we collapsed together under the stars.”

He shook his head beaming with admiration as he remembered, “My clan was all but gone but she ordered the sparing of my life. I think by then she had already determined that she wanted me for herself….. and I broached no argument. She was brave, and courageous and driven and beautiful. I had never met a better warrior or a better leader. She took care of those under her charge, and though her fist was of iron, her soul was one of sunlight.”

Sunny wilted, “And then I came along.”

He shrugged, “I would say that her spiral began a few years after kanan. He shivered, “I will not recount the first day I saw true cruelty in her, but….. it broke my heart.”

Adam was looking down at his feet feeling like he had intruded on some sort of private conversation he shouldn’t have seen.

“But tell me more of what has happened.”

“She told her father of kanan, and the Omen and their adventures through space, which he looked on in astonishment and delight.”

Adam remained mostly quiet.

When the words petered out, Lanus paused and looked at her contemplatively, “I hope that one day this story will be continued when you find someone worthy to be your match.” Sunny and Adan looked between each other.

“I have found someone father.”

He looked curious, “Oh, go on.”

“He is a mighty warrior.” She said with a smile, “The best of his clan.”

Lanus was nodding, “he commands legions under the stars and in his youth he tamed the sky.”

Lanus laughed, “Those are big claims to make of a man.”

“We met some years ago, and there was little love lost between us, but as the days grew on we began to fight by each other’s side. He saved my life and I saved his a time or two. He was there when I stood up to kazna, and he was there when I visited her years later I have never experienced a companion with so much appreciation for who I am rather than what I am.”

There was a pause.

Silence.

Lanus was no idiot.

In fact, he was one of the smartest people that Sunny had ever met, both of her parents had been very intelligent, so she wasn’t surprised when he turned his head towards Adam, looking almost surprised, but looking him over with a critical eye.

Adam lifted his head.

“Father…. This is my….. battle partner, Adam Vir.”

Lanus paused staring at him and Adam stared back.

Adam cleared his throat, “A…. uh pleasure to meet you officially…. Uh…. Sir.”

“I promise he’s more articulate when he’s not nervous.”

Lanus continued to stare, than walked around him in a circle looking him up and down very critically.

“The best of his clan/”

“The best of his species maybe.”

He looked up at her.

“And how does he treat you.”

“Like a favorite memory lost in time.” Adam said softly cutting off her answer.

Lanus raised an eyebrow curious to see where this was going.

“A cherished memory you go back to often where once forgotten bur returned returns sweeter than before when it was gone never to be forgotten again.” He sighed, “I have made mistakes, sir as a human we are prone to them, but I could and would move worlds if I had to.”

Lanus stared down at him, an almost 12 foot height up against Adam’s mere six.

They looked at each other for a long drawn moment.

Then Lanus nodded.

“Perhaps not what I expected, but, a welcome occurrence.” He raised his spear to Adam and Adam raised his spear back.

“Father!” it was Kanan’s voice now raised over the dust and ash, and they turned to see Kanan sprinting towards them dragging another Drev after him in enthusiasm. Nehchal was laughing as he did pulling to a stop and letting go of his hand so he could greet his father. Sunny greeted Nehchal who picked her up in a crushing hug and spun her around, “I missed you.” She set sunny down.

Sunny beamed

Nehchal was one of the happiest people she had ever known aside from Adam and her smile and laughter were contagious. She had no issue introducing her to Adam.

“He’s so little and cute!” She exclaimed, patting his head like you might some kind of dog.

Adam grinned.

It was too soon when they had to return as Naktan’s voice echoed through the valley.

Nehchal and Lanus stood back standing with each other and lifted their hands to wave as the world began to fade.

But sunny was at least glad she got to see her father one last time.

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comingtothetree23 · 4 years

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Things Change

Paring: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Everyone thought you were gone but Peter saw you and he doesn’t want to lose you again.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Angst, Swearing.

A/N: I got this Idea from Teen Titans “Things Change”. Hope I did it justice!

"C'mon, Pete! It's gonna start soon!" You yelled with a smile as you tugged Peter through the crowd at the canvas, "Well, not start but more open!" Peter laughed as you two go into the line.

"You sure you can handle it?" Peter teases as he nudges your arm, You rolled your eyes with a smile. You two were going on a rollercoaster.

"Next!"

"That's us! That's us!" You smiled as you ran up to get some seats, Peter giggled as he followed behind you. When he sat down you took his hand and bounced in your seat, "This is gonna be amazing! I'm kinda nervous though."

"Nah, You'll be fine." Peter waved it away, "If anything happens you'll just turn invisible." he shrugged at you, "Don't know how they'll help."

"Yea, That's funny." You rolled your eyes before looking ahead with confusion, "I can't turn invisible. Do you hear th-AHHH!" The coster flew forward making the people around you scream.

As you scream you cling to Peter, making him grin a dorky smile. He looked down at you before laughing and raising his arms, making you yell at him.

That was one of his favorite memories with you...

"C'mon, man That isn't nice!" peter yelled, clad in his Spider-Suit. He tried webbing down the man's legs but he cut it with a knife. The hostages around him shudder in fear.

"Get away from me!" The man yelled swinging his knife around. He looked around crazily until he yelled up a teenage girl, he held the knife up to her neck, "Leave now and she'll live."

Peter looked over at the girl and gasps, It-It was you! It had to be, it was the same hair color, eye color, skin color, the only difference was the hairstyle and clothes. They were the kinda clothes you couldn't be caught dead wearing. The hair was the same length but in a style that you always complained about.

"P-please let me go..." You whimpered, scratching at his arms but was the only thing you weren't scared to do. Peter frowned as he looked at you, the same voice too.

"Don't talk!" He shook you roughly making you yelp, You looked over at Peter with tears in your eyes. Peter frowned from behind the mask and webbed your hand before pulling it toward him. When you slammed into Peter's chest he gently pushed you behind him and went to fight the guy again.

Peter won the fight, obviously. When he turned around the face you....you were gone, nowhere to be seen.

Peter loved hanging out with you, but he remembered the day everything went to shit.

"(Y/n), What are you doing!?" Peter asked as he dodged your hits, You were wearing a weird suit with an earpiece in your ear, "Mr. Stark I found (Y/n)!"

"You did? Kid, where is she?" Tony's voice rang back through Peter's comm.

"She's in th-" Peter felt your hand take his comm, Peter watched as you dropped it on the ground and stomped on it. He looked up at you and almost flinched at the icy glare you went him.

"No more help, Spidey-Boi." You smirked as you walked over to Peter. You put a hand on your comm as you speak into it, "Hey Sir? I got the Spider?"

"Good job, (Y/n). Finish him, I'll take care of the others." A male's dark voice rang through your comm, Thankfully Peter heard it because of his Super-Hearing.

"Finish him?" You ask back, looking taken aback, "Sir, He can be helpful. He can be studied! We can't ju-"

"Silence!" The male's voice boomed making you flinch at his harshed tone, "You will follow my orders! Finish the spider and when you're done do something useful! You know what will happen if you fail an order."

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! " Peter quickly took off his mask making you stare at his big brown eyes, "Y-You don't have to do this! You can come back with me and the avengers, Your family. I know you don't want to do this..." You stared at his face with a look of no emotion.

"On it, sir," you said into the eye with your eyes closed tight. Your fist was clenching so hard your knuckles were white. You opened your eyes and started walking toward him.

"I love you..." Peter mumbled, That made your eyes widen and stare at him. Peter looked up at you and saw you were looking at the ground, not knowing what to do, "I-I love you so much, ever since we met. I've always been too scared to tel you b-because I didn't want to ruin our friendship...turned out that was the wrong choice. I'm sorry, (Y/n)."

"Sir." Your voice mumbled out, making Peter look at you not knowing what you'll do, "Go fuck yourself." You took off the comm and stoped on it as you did with his. You look over at Peter as he gave you a hopeful smile, You slide over and cupped his face giving him a million of kisses, "I am so sorry! I-I He-he cornered me then everything blacked out! I'm so sorry." You gave each of his freckles a lil old kiss.

"It's fine, The Avengers will forgive you." He gently took both of your hands and smiled at you, "We'll go back home and everything will go back to normal." He put his forehead on yours with a small smile, You stared at him before the tears forming in your eyes.

"I'd like that." You smiled as you sniffled a little. You and Peter stood up and went to run but before going out the door your knees buckled making you fall.

"(Y/n)?"

"She'll be fine, Spider." Peter quickly put on his mask before the man from earlier could see. He turned and face a tall muscular man, "She just needs to listen. Rise." You let out a whimper as you slowly stand up, "good girl." the unnamed man smirks, making Peter clench his fist.

"What are you doing to her!?" Peter yelled, unable to control this anger much longer. You've been acting weird for months and Peter wanted you back to normal.

"What I've doing the whole time." The man smirks before making a fist, "Controlling her." That made you gasp and walk over to Peter, your face full of pain.

"(Y-Y/n) you have to fight him because I'm not fighting you anymore." Peter jumped on the ceiling as you swung a fist at him. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

"Aww, how sweet." the man said in a mocking voice, "Hear that, (Y/n)? He cares about you." The man shook you a little as you shut your eyes, trying not to give up, "Finish your orders."

"S-Spidey?" Your voice spoke up in a whisper only Peter would have been able to hear, "I-I'm sorry." you closed your eyes as you gave up.

"No (Y/n), You can't give up. You have to fight him!" You encouraged as he jumped behind you, making you turn toward him ready to punch him.

"I can't he's too strong." You whispered with tears rolling down your cheeks, "He's been using me for months, and no matter how hard I fight... He always wins." You sent a punch Peter's way, which he easily caught.

"But you're strong too, Look at you did before-"

"I'm an intern!"

"- A strong intern that became friends with the Avengers, How cool is that!?" He smiled under the mask as you let out a small giggle at him.

"Pretty cool."

"And you're cool! Cool and able to take down this generic villain." He leans closer to you and gave your cheek a kiss forgetting the mask is on, "You got this."

"(Y/n), What are you waiting for!? Finish him!" He yelled as the place shook, you looked up and saw a crack forming in the building. This building sucks it was about to break. You looked at Peter before moving your eyes up at the crack, which Peter quickly got.

"Ohhh." Peter smirked as he shot up at the ceiling, "You keep fighting, (N/n). I got this!" You gave a weak smile as he kicked the cracked roof. You closed your eyes and tried to take control of your limbs again.

"(Y/n)! Stop this! You know your place!" The man roars, outraged at the face you stopped moving, showing you that it's working.

"Sorry 'Sir', there's been a change of plans." You smirked as a piece of the ceiling fell by the man, "I got to go." You smirk as you raise one arm, Peter swung down and picked you up, getting ready to leave.

"You're so dramatic, I swear," Peter smirked as he saw your offended look.

"Your talking? Really?" You frowned as you two were getting pulled down, you looked and saw that the man held Peter's foot and growled at you. You frown as you saw Lava, god you forgot the lava!?

"You're not getting away that easy!" The man growled making you roll your eyes before you noticed how close he was to the lava. There was one thing you could do.

"I got a plan." You whispered to Peter, making him look at you, "You're not going to like it."

"(Y/n)? What are you talking about?" Peter asked with a tilt of his head and fear in his voice. He and the other spent a week researching and looking for you and he wasn't leaving without you.

"Just know one thing." You gently cupped both of his cheeks, raising the mask to his nose, "I love you so much." You pull him into a proper kiss on the lips, which you adored! It was amazing you felt the fireworks go off in your head. When you pulled away you whispered, "And I'm sorry, for all that I've done."

You ripped out of Peter's grip and tackled the man in the Lava, Making him scream in pain.

"(Y/N)!!" Peter yelled as his web flung him away, You two made eye contact one last time. Your eyes were filled with tears, so was his but he didn't care he needed to find you.

All that was left of you was a statue of you tackling the man.

"I know! I know it's been a while." Peter chuckled humorlessly as he walked over to the statue of you, "I must be seeing things because I thought I saw you today. It was a hostage situation you know how they go, man uses one as a way out but the girl looked so much like you....it was crazy." He sat down at the edge and tried leaving against you but fell back. Weird. He looked behind him and gasped.

Your part of the statue was gone!

Peter started running, running to the tower, running to the Avengers. They needed to know this-this miracle!

You were back!

"I got it this time." Peter smiled as he watched you threw a grape into the air and caught it in your mouth. Your raise your arms In the air in victory, "Got it!"

"Yea, That would have been better if that was your first time," Peter said as he looked around the room, Tony was going to kill you two for the mess. All the grapes that were wasted.

"I'm sorry I'm not as good as you, Mr. Sticky-Boi." You crossed your arms with a smirk.

"Spider-Man!"

"Yea, Yea, Yea I know." You smiled as you went to sit next to him, "You're just cute when your annoyed." You smile as you grabbed the TV remote.

"You think I'm cute?" Peter blushed as he pointed to himself. Peter had a crush on you since forever!

"Have you seen yourself, Pete?" You asked as you ate a chip, "Your the cutest most adorable kid at Midtown. No scratch that, All of New York." You snuggled into Peter's side, "At least I think so, but who cares what I think." you shrug.

"I care." Peter smiled as he put an arm around your shoulder, "Who wouldn't want the option of the most beautiful, caring, smartest girl in the world." Peter smiled as your eyes connected with his.

"Do you mean it?"

"Of course I do. Would I ever lie to you?" Peter asked as You gave him a smile before snuggling further in his side. You let out a small sigh in content.

"Guys, Guys!" Peter yelled as he ran into the living room of the tower, "I found something! Something important!" Peter slide in front of the Avengers panting.

"What is it, Kid?" Tony sighed and looked up from his work to look at the kid, "What did you find that was so important that you ran over from queens?"

"I saw (Y/n)." Everyone sat up and looked at him, tension flew through the room right as the words left Peter's mouth.

"You what?" Steve asked as he stared at Peter, Steve was like a dad to you. Well, they all were your family but Steve was definitely the dad.

"I-I saw (Y/n). She was a hostage to Crazy Bill, It had to be her! It was the same hair, eyes, skin, voice! The only difference was her clothes but who knows maybe she like them no-" Peter started to ramble as he started to pace in front fo the team.

"Peter." Natasha spoke up, making him stop and look at her as she frowned, "(Y/n)'s gone. We've all saw it and we all miss her but we got to let her go."

"N-No, I saw her!"

"Kid, I know you miss her but your head is probably mixing her up with another girl." Tony frowned as he stood up, ready in case Peter breaks down.

"That's not true!" Peter yelled making all the Avengers frown softens, ".....It was her.." Peter frowned as tears go down his cheeks, even if he tried to hide them.

"Peter..."

"I'm gonna find her. I'll show you she's back." Before anyone can say anything Peter ran out of the room, out of the tower. He was going to find you, no matter how long it takes.

~~ Peter looked and looked until he saw a small school, He watched the kids as he walked past the school. His frown deepens as he looks at the time on his phone when a call came up. It was Tony, it been a few hours since the fight and no one have seen him, he ignored Tony's call. Suddenly, his Peter-Tingle went off.

"Watch out!" He heard a girl shout before he felt someone collide with his back. He fell on the ground and heard the girl stand up and pick up her papers, "I-I'm so sorry. I'm k-kinda in a rush there's a...." the girl started to ramble but Peter's eyes widen as he recognized the voice.

"(Y/n)?" He sat up and looked wide-eyed at you. You haven't stopped rambling shyly at him, That was new, "(Y/n), Is that you?"

"(Y/n)?" You looked over your shoulders before looking back at Peter, "I'm sorry, I think you're looking for someone else. Sorry." You gave a weak smile before standing up.

"Nonono!" Peter was quick to stand up and stop you from leaving him again, "(Y/n), It's me Peter. Peter Parker?" He gave you a smile. You looked at him confused before looking around.

"I don't know a Peter Parker, I actually don't know any Peter." You have a small shrug with a cropped out smile, "Sorry, I gotta go study." You tried walking past him but he grabbed your wrist before you could leave.

"Do you really not know me?" Peter asked in a small voice, avoiding eye contact making you frown at him.

"No, I don't." You tugged your arm away and walked past him, "I'm sorry. I hope you find this (Y/n) girl."

"But you're her...." Peter whispered as he watched you walk away from him. He looked at the floor before looking up determined, He's gonna help you get your memories back.

And he knows just how.

"Do you guys know how to build a bomb?" You suddenly asked the lunch table which included You, M.J., Ned and Peter. You finally got M.J. to sit with them once you guys became really good friends.

"No?"

"uh, no?"

"Yea," M.J. said without looking up from her book, of course, M.J. knew how to build a bomb she read a bunch of books. Hell, she could probably get away with murder if she wanted too.

"Great! Do you think you could build me one?" You smiled at her as she continued to read her book, "I need one done by tomorrow night."

"It'll be gone tonight."

"Thank you! Thank you!" You smiled as you hugged M.J. tight, M.J. tried to hide her smile in her book. You all noticed it tho.

"uhh, Why do you need a bomb?" Peter asked after he and Ned shared a look. This was pretty normal with you actually, you always brought up random things.

"Hawkeye will never know what hit him." You smirked as you looked at the two boys. Everyone knew you and Peter had an internship with Tony Stark. Yours was an actually internship and you became Tony's favorite intern so you hung out with the Avengers a lot.

"Oh. I thought you got over that?" Peter asked as he leaned his head against one of his hands. He already knew your beef with Hawkeye, he was there for it.

"Oh, I acted like I was over it. but in reality, I'm just acter." You smiled as you flipped your hair over your shoulder, making Peter stare at you with heart eyes.

"What!? Your planing on pranking Hawkeye!?" Ned gasped as he looked between you and Peter with wide eyes. You always forgot Ned and M.J. knew about Peter being Spider-man, "What did he do?"

"Not again."

"Oh god."

"Okay, So I was working as I listened to the TV then that Motherfucker decided to was a good idea to...." Peter smiled as he watched you ramble to Ned about the incident. He always loved listening to you.

"Oh, Hello again? Peter was it?" You asked as you saw Peter sitting at the library, a couple of days later. Peter immediately looked up and made eye contact with you.

"Hey." He said as he looked down at his cracked phone, Tony tried calling again but Peter ignored him again. Instead, he looked back at you with a smile, "What are you doing here?"

"uhh, Researching for an essay. Pretty interesting stuff." You looked up from the papers and books you were holding to point to his phone, "Shouldn't you pick that up?"

"It wasn't important." Peter quickly said not wanting you to leave again, "What is your essay about?"

"Oh, the Avengers." You stated before showing Peter a book you picked up, "Yea, I wanted to write about how people could be able to look up to them as role models." You let out a small laugh at a memory, "My teacher was so against it. He really doesn't like the Avengers but I think they're nice." You took the book back from Peter, "Anyway gotta go, Nice to see you again." You walked off to find more books.

"Wait!" Peter yelled as he reached out to you, You looked over at him shocked at his outburst, "I-I know the Avengers." He saw you raise a brow at him, "I'm one of Mr. Starks interns. I can get you in. I swear." He raises a hand at you.

"No, No. I really shouldn't." You turned your back and tried to leave.

"C'mon, it'll help with your report." Peter followed you and walked next to you, able to keep up.

"It would be a bad idea." Your gaze met the floor and Peter looked at you confused and you noticed, "I-I don't want you to get in trouble!"

"C'mon, Nothing bad will happen." He stood in front of you and held both of your shoulders giving you his adorable smile, "Trust me, Mr. Stark loves me." You look at the ground in deep thought before sighing.

"Fine, Lead the way."

"Whoa." You gasped as you looked around the living room. You took out a notebook and started to write some things down, "This place is amazing, You get to work here?" You looked over at Peter with a loom of awe.

"Y-yea, Mr. Stark likes me so I get to see the Avengers." Peter frowned as he looked around, "They should be here?" Peter started to look around a bit, making you frown.

"They aren't here?" You asked with a frown, you wanted to maybe interview one but it's a bad idea, "I thought you said they'd be here."

"They are don't worry. Their just doing something." Peter gave you a smile as you wrote another thing down, "So? Want me to put on the TV?" Peter smiled as the memories of you two cuddling while watching movies came up, making him smile.

"Nah, I don't like TV. Books are better." You said as you walked past the TV, shocking Peter.

"What? Don't you like TV? What about movies?" Peter askes as he slowly followers you around the Living room.

"Eh, Movies are fine but I personally think Books are always better." You let out a breath as you wrote another thing down, "You sure they'll be here? I have to go back sooner or later."

"Y-yea, They always come back." Peter shrugged, it wasn't a lie but it always takes a couple of hours, "You liked Tv before..." Peter mumbled but you heard him.

"What?" You asked him making him stand up straighter not expecting you to hear him, "What? No. Don't assume things, Peter. You could be wrong."

"But I'm not, I know you." Peter spoke up, walking up to you, "You like hanging outside with others and You like watching those weird TikToks and try to recreate them, you like training with the avanegrs because their all paranoid about you." Peter gently shook your from your shoulders.

"What? None of that is true! If anything it's the opposite." You slapped his hands off of his shoulders, "Peter you don't know me! Don't try acting like you do!"

"But I do know you! Only a couple of months ago we were hanging out, laughing, and joking around." Peter frowned as you started to glare at him the more he spoke.

"Peter, I don't know you!" You got out of his grip and grabbed your books, "I gotta go." your voice was icy and cold making Peter shudder.

"(Y/n), Wai-" The door slammed cut him off, he stood there watching the door in case you came back. When you didn't he fell to his knees and tried to stop the tears.

"Peter!" He heard someone yell and run over to him, "Kid, where have you been!? The teams been looking for you! You've been gone for days! Aunt- Hottie is mad at me!" It was Tony, Tony saw him and was talking to him. When Tony noticed the tears his face softens, "Peter?"

"She doesn't remember...." Peter whispered so quietly he was sure that Tony didn't hear him, but he did. Tony gave a sigh as he realized what Peter was talking about.

"I'm sorry kid but (Y/n)'s gone and she isn't coming back." Tony watched his face as more tears filled Peter's eyes, "Not who you remember at least,"

"B-but she was right there..." Peter tried to say but Tony shushes him with a small hug.

"Peter, sometimes we imagine things when we really miss them," Tony explained softly to the boy, not wanting Peter to continue this. What he needed was to let her go.

"I saw her..."

"I know kid, I know." Tony sighed as he felt Peter trying to stand up, "She's gone, Peter. You have to let her go."

"She's not. She's not gone." Peter got out of Tony's grip and ran out of the tower, looking for you. Tony sighed as he watched him leave.

"Poor kid."

"Do you think we'll hang out after high school?" Peter asked you softly, you both were sitting at the edge of a building looking at the city at night.

"What?" You asked with a small laugh, not believing what you were hearing. Your frown deepened as you saw Peter's serious face

"They say Highschool friendships don't stay, they lose touch." You sighed as you kicked your legs a little, "Do you think they'll happen to us?"

"No, that won't happen." You made a face as you looked at the stars, or tried too, "We'll stay in touch either it's through the Stark internship or social media or stuff like that." you gave a small shrug.

"Do you really think so?" Peter looked over at you as he frowned in thought, "Everyone thinks I'll go to MIT. Even if I go I don't know if I'll always stay close to the Avengers." Peter sighed and laid down, "it's just something that I worry about,"

"Well, you shouldn't."

"What?" Peter asks as he sits up, looking at your very serious face. You're always so silly and always looking for a fun time so it was weird seeing you so serious.

"You shouldn't be scared." You gave him a reassuring smile as you continued, "We always find a way to see each other now so that means we'll just have to continue doing what we're doing now."

"But we're at the same school."

"It'll be harder but we'll just have to find a way." You shrugged as you smiled at him, "We always do and we'll always continue to do."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked as he sits up and looks at you, you smile and open your arms for a hug. Peter smiled as he snuggles in your hug. You put your chin on the top of Peter's head.

"We'll always be friends, no matter what." Peter smiled as you gently rub his arm, "Don't worry."

"(Y/n)? (Y/N), Wait!" Peter yelled as he runs down the halls of your new school. Students watched as he ran closer and closer to you, who was talking to your friends. You turned around and face him with an annoyed look. The friends looked around confused before leaving you alone with Peter.

"That's not my name!" You yelled at him, Students looked at you shocked. You're the new shy girl so not everyone saw this side of you. Your anger slipped into sadness as you mumbled, "What do you want from me?" Peter frowned as you defeated and kinda scared tone of your voice.

"I just want you to remember." Peter sighed as you looked at the ground, "That's all I want. For you to remember me and your family."

"I do remember my family." You shook your head.

"Your super-hero family, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Bucky." Peter started to name off the Avengers, You looked at him like he had a third head.

"I never met the Avengers! Why do you think I met the avengers!?" You yelled out in frustration, waving your arms around. This was crazy! He didn't know anything!"

"Yes, you do! You use to talk to them for hours!" You shook your head again and turned around with crossed arms, "You have to believe me."

"Why should I believe you!?" You turned to face him and jabbed him in the chest, "You gave me no reason why I should believe you! Give me one reason why I should believe you!"

"I-I know but I'm being serious." Peter sighed as he looked at the frown, "We use to be best friends." Peter sighed as he shook his head, "Why can't things go back to the way they were?" You frowned and turn your back toward him.

"Things were never the way you remember. Now just leave me alone." You tried to leave but Peter gently took your wrist. Peter sighed and took out his phone.

"I have your number but you might not have mine." Peter tried giving you his number, "Here, take my number in case you're in trouble."

"I don't need it. I'll be fine." You frowned as you tried avoiding Peter's gaze, "What can you do if I'm in trouble anyway?" Peter opened his mouth but nothing came out he closed his mouth, "That's what I thought. Now let me go."

"(Y/n), Please listen to me..." You got out of his grip and stood in front of him.

" Things change, Peter. The girl you want me to be is just a memory." You looked toward him with a frown. Peter's phone started to ring and Peter could already tell it was Tony.

"(Y/n), please come with me." Peter begged as the phone rang, you looked at his cracked phone and saw the person calling.

"You should go now." You sighed as you stared at him, "It's probably important. I gotta go, I hope you find the girl you're looking for but I'm not her." You walked down the halls, leaving Peter to stand there before answering the call.

"Kid? Kid! Where are you!? There's a mission C'mon." Tony's voice came through the phone, Peter frowned as he watched where you left.

"I'm coming, Mr. Stark." Peter stood there for a moment before leaving the school.

'We'll always be friends, no matter what. Don't worry.'

Peter was unaware of your eyes watching him leave the building. You sighed before turning and walking into a classroom.

"It's better this way. I'm sorry, Spidey."

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HASO Origins (Cannon)

I have been lurking through comments and things, and find that there are a portion of you who are interested in the back stories of some of the characters. So I decided to write something for you today concerning one of those characters.

Forgive me in advance. I think I might be coming down with something, so the writing might show it lol :)

He stood on the observation deck staring out at the star field. One of his hands rested on the glass, though his thoughts ranged far from this place, and back to the open moss fields of Anum.. He had stepped foot on his Home-wood only once since leaving on that first occasion, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t plan on ever going back again. It would be far too painful.

He sighed.

Generally he didn’t spend his time thinking like this.

But today…. Well today was a little different.

A hand fell to rest on his arm, and he nearly leaped out of his skin as he turned to look and see who it was.

The Commander looked up at him his expression one of deep concern, his brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth pulled down into a light frown. The two locked eyes, and the words died on the man’s lips.

Cannon turned his head back to the star field, and the human stood with him staring out at the darkness. The two of them had gone through a lot together, something they would likely never mention to the rest of the crew.

In fact, he doubted that anyone was aware that cannon had met the commander long before he had met Sunny.

The silence lengthened, “Thinking about he?” The man wondered his soft voice causing the glass to hum slightly.

Cannon nodded, “Always, but more so tonight.”

“Need some company, or would you like some time?”

“Some time would be nice.” He muttered quietly staring out the window.

“You got it chief. I’ll set con up down the hall, no one will bother you if they have to go past him.”

Cannon hummed tiredly.

The commander was right about that one.

People tended to avoid conn for the most part. The hand vanished from his arm, and he heard the soft thud of boots as the captain walked away, fading into the distance. Cannon closed his eyes.

The air was filled with choking smoke.

The sky overhead was a distant bloody red clotted out by great billows of black particulate. Cannon’s ears echoed with the sound of the Alien weapons a constant sharp cracking he had come to know and dread. His head swam as he lay there sprawled on the dried moss and earth his head resting against her slowly cooling body.

“Nehchal.” He whispered, “Nehchal.”

She did not stir.

His beautiful vivacious warrior breathed slowly in and out labored and struggling as her body fought to stay.

He held her in his arms, her opalescent white armor stained with orange icor.

He felt cheated, and robbed. None of this was fair at all.

Shouldn't he be happy for her, shouldn't he be happy for her glorious return to the spirits above. Where was the relief and, pride he had seen on the faces of others. Why did he feel so empty, what was wrong with him? He pulled her further into his arms ignoring the horrific throbbing in his leg, trying not to think about it.

She was limp against his chest, her beautiful head lolling heavily against his arm. He held her with his lower hands as he gently moved to raise her head, to make her more comfortable. There was still fighting in the distance, he could hear the screaming as the aliens decimated their ranks. The aliens with the metal welded to their skin.

“Nehchal.” He whispered

She did not stir.

He could feel the warm pooling of their blood on the ground below.

IT was then that the distant sound came, a sound that he thought he would never hear in all his years of life, few that they admittedly were.

The call to surrender.

His body felt numb.

If they had only been a few minutes longer.

Her eyes fluttered just then opening just enough to see him. He lifted his head and whispered her name one more time. Her eyes wrinkled in pleasure upon seeing him, but that only made him feel worse.

For the first time in years he began to weep.

She rested a hand on the side of his face. She did not speak,for she couldn’t but the love in her touch was enough.

She must have used her last bit of strength to comfort him, though it was he that should have been doing the comforting.

He felt the warmth of her last breath, hot and thick with the scent of blood against his throat, and then she died, cradled in his arms under the light of the distant red sun. Cannon did not feel relief or pride or pleasure, but he did feel and endless welling of sorrow dropping his head onto her unmoving chest as he continued to weep cradling her in his arms.

His weeping rose up with the call of others, and he heard the footsteps of the aliens as they trudged their way back up the slope. He opened blurry eyes to watch them walk past staggering distant, their eyes unfocused. He could hear the whir and click of gears as they left/ They joined him in his weeping, he could see it on their faces as they passed, watched as they carried fallen comrades from the battle field.

He listened to the cries of agony as one of their young soldiers was dragged from the field one of his limbs completely missing his eyes hollow.

Cannon did not blame them.

It was the drev that had done this, their stupid pride that had brought the strangers here. It had never been their property to take, but the greed of their elders had done this.

He looked down at Nechal’s lifeless body

And cried for the kits they were never to have.

He didn’t know how long he lay there feeling the slow process as warmth fled from her body.

The sun glowed through the red haze above.

Footsteps over crackling moss, and he heard the soft intake of breath. He new those footsteps anywhere, and looked up to see Sunny standing over him her bright blue carapace also stained with blood.

For a moment he felt a bitter welling inside him. How is it that Chalan could survive but not Nehchal. He quashed the thought immediately, no no he would not do that to his sister. No he was happy she was alive, out of anyone at least she deserved it.

Sunny looked down at him, and in her expression he too could see her woe.

Her eyes fell over him falling down and back until they fell on his leg. Her eyes widened in shock and concern.

Oh yeah, he had forgotten about that. The very projectile that had gone through his lower leg leavening it almost lifeless.

The pain was nothing compared to the pain of his soul.

Chalan dropped her spear sitting on a rock next to him staring out over the smoky plains as their alien counterparts began to vanish through the darkness

Chalan rested her head against her upper set of hands.

And somehow he knew.

Their father was gone.

What else could he loose?

What else could chalan loose. He knew what the leg meant after all. Soon he would be gone and chalany would be the last remaining elgacy of their family/ She didn’t deserve to have that burden, not when their mother treated her the way she was treated.

It was hardly fair.

Then came the sound he was dreading, the hard clatter of metal, the powerful footsteps.

And a gasp of horror, “Kanan”

He lifted his head looking up at his mother's wide eyes.

He could see the rage and the anger and the hate that emanated fro her. Where other s might merely have been exhausted she was livid. They locked eyes for a moment, he who had once been the favorite son to a merciless mother, and she looked away in disgust.

“Why, why must the spirits do this to me?” She turned wailing out her agony, completely ignoring sunny as she bemoaned her dead mate, and no one to carry on her family line.

Cannon felt a deep and sudden hatred for her.

She turned back to him her eyes narrowed and pointed with a finger towards the distant roaring fires,, “Don’t bother to return home.”

And then she turned away

Chalan watched her go.

Cannon felt sick.

And now he felt cold, despite the heat that washed over him in horrific waves. The roaring in his ears was deafening, and the throbbing in his leg was immense. Walking on it was almost impossible without a horrible limp.

The lava rolled below him.

And he stared at it

It would be so easy, just one step, and he would be with his dear warrior again, he held out a foot feeling the heat rushing up from the molten rock charring at the bottom of his toes. He pulled back. It wouldn’t matter anyway, if he chose not to do it, he was outlasted forever. What kind of life was this worth living>

He held out his foot again.

“Inside his heart ached, and despite everything that had happened, he made a sudden and appalling realization.

He didn’t want to die.

He stared at the lava and was filled with an even greater shame than before. He didn’t want to die, knew he had to, and also knew he couldn’t do it. He was a coward, what would his mother think, what would his father think. What would Nehchal think?

What would…

“Kanan!”

Chalan?

He turned his head watching as the small blue figure alight with the glowing orange fire clambered up the rocks and towards him. IN one hand she held something, though he couldnt say what.

He turned don his palace glad for a distraction, “Chalan, what are you doing here.”

Chalan came skidding o halt breathing heavily forced to shout over the roaring of the lava, “I came to stop you.”

“What, why.”

“Because, it’s not fair and it’s not right and I…. I can’t lose the only family I have left.”

He felt a twinge of pain for her. He had thought of that, but it hadn’t really sunk in till no.

“Please Kanan. I have an idea and Think it may work, but…. Just don’t do this”

Easy to convince someone who was already on your side of the argument

Cannon lay curled in the gutter and the filth. Overhead the roaring of hover cars and the shouting of voices were his constant company. He had lost his work. No one needed a big strong drev whose legs were not strong enough to carry. The cloying sent of decay billowed up around him as the refuse continued to pile.

He felt sick

And cold

And

And something else.

ANd he missed Nehchal, and Chalan and Lanus. He missed when the days were more simple, when it was only the sun rising over the moss and the coil trees, and battle had been about honor. But now, everything he knew had changed, and here he was lying in the refuse of another alien race slowly staring to death on a planet that was not his own, under a star that was not his own. Not understanding what to do or where to go or how to behave.

He would die here on this moon they called noctopolis, and he would do it sooner rather than later. He had traded one death for another, a Honorable one to one lying in the rubbish.

He lifted his head listening to the sound of the street.

Maybe if he could just see the sky one more time he would be happy enough to go without complaint.

He inched forward across the ground dragging himself and his injured leg towards the center of the alleyway.

He felt the cold wetness of decay n his hands and chest barely stopping to grimace at the thought fo what it contained. He could see the stars overhead, a million pinpoints of white lights.

He lay on his back watching them.

They didn’t look like the stars back home.

But perhaps somewhere out there was Anin, and Chalan.

He smiled at the thought of his sister. Brave little Chalan wouldn’t give up in his place, she would crawl from the pit of despair and potentially conquer the universe while she was at it.

She had been busy doing that since she was young.

He on the other hand, he was the spoiled son, he had never experienced what she had, had never felt the same of failure until now.

Perhaps it was the thought of his sister that shook him from his misery.Chalan knew what this was like, she had known it all her life, perhaps in metaphor rather than reality, but…. Well if she could do it, than why not him.

He wouldn’t die in this alley if he could help it.

If he was going to die somewhere, he was going to die where he could see the sky properly.

He adjusted himself and began to crawl again, his back leg dragging uselessly through the muck.

He wasn’t sure how long he crawled trying to find an open place in the city. He would not die until he saw the sky properly, and a part of him knew that in this city there was no proper view of the sky.

He laughted quietly to himself.

Guess that meant he coudnt die yet.

He leaned back against a wall staring up at the sliver of heaven through the building peaks.

A crunching of footsteps. He turned his head looked up to see a figure standing before him.

“What are you doing wallowing in the trash boy.”

His language sounded odd on the tongue of translation software.

“Trying to find the sky?” he muttered

He lifted his head, looked the human in the eye, her wide brown eyes narrowed.

“You sick or something.”

He shrugged.

She looked him over, her eyes falling on his leg. Her eyes softened “Well this ain’t no dignity for a warrior. Tell you what, let me call my boys in, and we will get you some sky.”

He turned his head cocked at her in incredulity, “But why, why would you do that….. For someone, you don’t know.”

She crossed her arms over her chest,

“Because, everyone deserves a little dignity.”

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alias-b · 4 years

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The Shape.

Summary: It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare. Being blind, Marnie McClane considers herself scared of very little. Few things worse than the polite pity she gets from the neighborhood. A misunderstanding leads to a conversation she’ll never forget while she recalls an old friend.

A/N: I’m not back, I might return Monday but idk I guess when I’m down, I write things for slashers that interest very few in my circle. Posting anyways :( I made this in 2 hrs lol

Hope this is enjoyed either way, just trying to get my drive back. Thanks all!! ((TW: Shockingly none!!! Light threats of danger maybe?? No smut sorry)) Let me know what you think and I promise to reply when I return to tumblr for good. xoxo

Halloween, 1963

“Trick-or-treat!”

Always followed with shy giggles and little, outstretched hands.

“Take as many as you like.” A bowl was pushed forward with a colorful selection. Marnie McClane tilted her head to hear the rustling. Parents chided so ‘thank yous’ followed.

“You’re all very welcome.”

“Richie, don’t take that many!” A voice sparked.

“Ah, mom, she said to take a bunch. She can’t see me!”

“Richie!”

“It’s alright, we bought too much this year.” Marnie listened to footsteps across cobblestone.

“Richie, don’t run too far, young man!”

“I won’t!”

“Sorry about him. Just at that age. You know?” Mrs. Castle approached the porch Marnie had seated herself on.

“Kids.” A light shrug followed.

“Who did your decorating?”

“Dad and I before they left for my Aunt’s.” Eerie blue eyes shifted a few directions. No focused on any impossible blur in the black.

“And...you’re alright here by yourself?”

Marnie tried not to sour. The nosy neighbors meant well.

“Yes. Get around fine same as always.” She plucked up a cane next to her and tapped the ground.

“Oh, well, that’s good. Pretty costume.”

“Mom said Red Riding Hood was in this year so I let her dress me. Honestly, I think she just wanted me to stand out in the bright red cape if I decided to wander.” Marnie paused to greet another small round of kids. Smiling to offer the packed bowl.

“My, ah, nephew is visiting. He’s smart. So handsome. Studying to be a lawyer. You’ll like him. I’ll send him by. Just some good company.”

Marnie twitched a smile. Story of her life. Everyone trying to set her up with nice, young men. Pity dates for the blind girl.

“Great.” She replied flatter. “So nice.”

“You two will hit it off, I just know it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an impatient boy gesturing- I’m coming, Richie! ...Enjoy your Halloween dear.”

“You too, Mrs. Castle.” Marnie heard the wind rustling.

Chatter and footsteps. Distantly, birds flapped overhead. It was easier to greet trick-or-treaters from the porch steps. Cold didn’t bug her during long autumn days. Always nice to feel wind on her face.

Not like she could watch much on television.

The night lingered and candy ran low.

Marnie picked up her thin cane and tapped around. Heard some animal rustle violently in the bushes. Probably a raccoon, they loved to eat the pumpkins. She moved back up the steps so she could put the bowl inside and shut the porch light off after feeling for the switch. When her parents weren’t home, she kept the house pitch black.

She didn’t need the lights.

Shifting back to the porch stairs, Marnie crouched down and reached about for the pumpkin sitting there. Lifting it poised to blow out the candle. The flicker of warmth touched her expression

A ragged breath cut into the space. Near the open gate. Made her perk. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and she exhaled. Leaving the candle on to bathe her face.

“Hello?” Feet shifted over concrete, making a slow scrape. She pressed her lips together. “I suppose you’re here to tell me it’s against the rules to snuff the lights in a pumpkin before Halloween ends.”

No reply.

“Well, I suppose I can leave them on just this once. Can’t upset the Halloween spirits.”

Nothingness.

“Are you Mrs. Castle’s lawyer nephew? Forgive me, she didn’t tell me your name.” Marnie sat there on the porch. Heard the steps get closer. “Silent type.”

The Shape stood over her in darkness. Figured the nephew was the man he’d left in the bushes a few moments ago. The street around them hushed as more houses turned off their porch lights. Marnie stood with the pumpkin under one arm. Face glowing.

“Name’s Margaret. McClane. Marnie for short. How do you do?” She extended one hand out into the wind. Felt the cool breeze kiss it. A broad palm lifted, decided against it, and dropped.

All she heard was the tapered breathing. Even like a heartbeat.

“Shy sort.” She tucked hair away and sat down to put the carved face aside. “Well, you walked all this way. I didn’t hear a car. You can sit if you like.” Bright eyes stared ahead into nothingness. The Shape moved finally. Sat upon the creaking porch steps. “Studying to be a lawyer. I thought you’d talk my ear off. It’s okay, I can talk enough for both of us. Like a guessing game, I like those. Probably my condition. Most of my life is a guessing game.”

She tilted her head to laugh softer. A too sweet sound.

“It’s alright to laugh with me.” She clutched her cane in one hand and placed the other on her knee. “Good sense of humor makes the day a little easier.”

He might of grunted but she couldn’t quite tell.

“You’re already thinking I talk too much. I get it a lot.” Marnie swallowed. Sounded a little harder. “We can get one thing straight. I’m blind. I’m not shy. Not helpless. If I need help, I have a perfectly good voice and I use it. I know it annoys people, but they’re too polite. So, if you’re the polite, pitying type, I think it’s best you continue on elsewhere.”

He didn’t move. She inhaled the air. Metal. Grass. Dirt. Earthy-like.

“Very well.” Marnie’s lips lifted again. They sat there together. A dark fall night with a glow from the moon and stars twinkling.

Marnie could imagine them. Although she figured the stars were multi-colored like Christmas lights and the moon was a blob of a shape. Moving as a lava lamp would.

“I lost it when I was young. My eyesight. I have these memories like maybe I saw what a cat looked like or my mother’s face. But, it’s probably all wrong now.” She leaned back like she was admiring the moon. Basking in its light. Thoughtfully, she recalled something else. “You remind me of a friend I had. He was quiet too. We fit together. He spoke very little and I too much. He didn’t seem to mind. Like you.”

A head turned finally to study her behind a rubber mask.

“You know, that old stereotype, that all blind people wanna do is touch faces...it’s all wrong. Everyone thinks I want to, I hate it when they force my hand up without asking.”

He puffed.

“Exactly, it’s so rude. I don’t often touch faces. I don’t like to.” She placed her cane’s handle under her chin to hum. “But, this boy I knew...I asked to touch his face. Everyone used to call him angelic-like. Said he had the face of an angel. I wanted to know what an angel’s face felt like.”

Marnie laughed again like it was silly.

“Though, I suppose I had nothing to compare it to.” She paused and he felt for a moment that she was looking through him. Burning into the chill of stone and black. Slowly, Marnie scooted closer. Not enough to touch him, but enough to feel body heat vibrate. Her chest shuddered.

He didn’t move. Hard and rigid like marble.

“Can I touch your face?” She lifted one hand. “I just want to know if you’re smiling or frowning. Trying to figure out if I should shut my damn mouth.” Extending as steady as she could. A slash cut through the air.

Marnie gasped out.

Fingers curled firm around her wrist. Another shaky breath. One they shared.

“Sorry, if I offended you.” Softening, she stayed there. Heard his lungs vibrate.

A rustle followed. Knuckles twitched as he closed the distance. Let her draw lines up his jaw that was smooth and angled carefully. Face sculpture just so. Maybe by angels.

When he couldn’t handle more. He pushed up from Marnie. Pulled his mask down. Felt the warmth of her touch trapped under it.

“Leaving?” She jumped up, dropping her cane aside. A hand went out and missed it. The footsteps stopped at her gate. Returned before her cane was pushed aimlessly at her palms. She paused. “Thank you.”

A glint of a blade met the moonlight. He pointed it at her heart while she stood oblivious. One plunge, it would have eased into her like butter. A stray, dark lock shifted over her eye.

“Maybe you’ll tell me your name next time we meet. I hope.” Marnie hushed. Unaware. Unafraid. One finger awkwardly shifted the hair from her face, tracing the line of her cheekbone in the process. She leaned into it and remembered something else. “Michael.”

He froze. Blade still poised. Tremoring, he pulled back from her face.

“That was my friend’s name.” She sounded out the syllables mournfully. “He changed. Went away. That’s what they told me. I always wished he grew comfortable enough to speak his thoughts. That’s why I’m not shy. No use hiding behind masks. Except on Halloween, I suppose. I’ve never touched an angel before, but maybe you’re close. It can be another guessing game.”

Marnie smiled kindly down the blade, chest sinking.

“If not, that’s fine too.” She said, catching his hand when it came down. Both their palms were chilled. He thought to slash forward. To crush her. Whatever was left of the boy with a face of an angel turned him back to marble. Delicately, Marnie placed one careful kiss upon his knuckles. Burned it there for the rest of his life.

There was a pause while he slipped away.

Before she heard the steps retreating.

“Will I see you again?” She chuckled at herself. Touching her lips. “Sorry, the phrase always makes me laugh.” Marnie went up her porch, cane clicking as she felt for the doorknob. Michael Myers stopped at the gate. Saw her shifting in shadows to open the door. “Will you come back?

Lips opened to sound out a single word against the cool, night air. Neither of them heard what is was. Just the breath that cast with it. Marnie’s lips pressed simply.

She bid The Shape a lovely goodnight and went inside. Left him there. Taking what lingered of the past with her. Leaving him the burn of a kiss he would never forget.

#Michael Myers #Michael Myers x OC #Halloween #Halloween 1978 #Michael Myers Imagine #Tony Moran is a babe #that's the moral here #mine #writing #Marnie McClane #Michael x marnie

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kalee60 · 4 years

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Conventionally Unconventional

Steve looked down at his worn jeans, work boots and red flannel over a black t-shirt critically. Was it enough? Would people know who he was? He scrubbed at his five o'clock shadow that had taken too long to perfect and sighed. It would have to do, too late now to change his mind.

"You're fine," Natasha said beside him, looking every inch the perfect catwoman.

"Yeah but -"

"- oh hey, you're Dean?" A young guy asked, and Steve immediately relaxed, "Winchester?"

"Uh yeah, I am actually." He replied and smiled when the guy told him he'd nailed it, and Natasha leant over.

"Told ya."

As the guy walked off he suddenly turned around, "hey, there's this guy dressed as Castiel around here, he's really good, you should find him, be a great photo."

"Yeah sure, thanks." Steve called out, just glad there were other people dressed up from Supernatural. Although the fact Jensen and Misha were in attendance at the convention probably meant he was one of a hundred Dean's.

Ten minutes of being inside, he discovered he was one of about four hundred, but for whatever reason he seemed to be getting a lot of attention and more photo ops than the others already.

Laughing that he had nothing to worry about, Natasha disappeared to help Clint with a malfunction with his Riddler costume (no one really needed to see his ass {why he wasn't wearing underwear in the first place hadn't come up yet}) citing she'd be back soon.

So with time to kill before attending the next autograph signing, he moseyed down artist alley, looking at all the wares. He purchased a few pins and badges, idly wondering if he would ever be brave enough to share his artwork at a convention, when he saw him.

Castiel.

Well, the best Castiel cosplayer, and to be fair, the best looking guy he'd seen all day. Actually, ever.

Steel blue eyes caught his and Steve's mouth went dry. The quirk of Cas's lips on one side, like he was amused at Steve's reaction made him blush, yet stumble forward, towards him. His legs didn't listen to his brain and before he knew it they were face to face.

"Hey." He rasped, not understanding how this man was unfathomably even more handsome up close.

"Hey," Cas responded with a broad grin, his voice like liquid lava; deep, slow and hot.

He was a little older than Steve but he was down for that, very much so. They stood for a moment, not saying anything, just checking each other out when someone interrupted them.

"Oh my god, you guys are too perfect, can I get a photo?"

Cas immediately pulled Steve in next to him and put on a blank face, completely in character. Steve tried his best but probably looked like a star struck fool. This man, Cas, was touching him!

"So what's your name, I can't keep calling you Dean in my head, I'm Bucky."

Oh, he liked that, it was fun, flirty and after a moment he realised he'd not replied if Bucky's sparkling eyes were any indication.

"Steve, I'm Steve."

"Well nice to meet'cha, Steve. You make a damn fine Dean."

"Uh, thanks, you make..." he took a breath, trying to tell his brain to speak like the adult he was, "you make an amazing Castiel."

"Hmm," Bucky hummed, but before he could continue they were stopped for another photo. Bucky tugged him in even tighter than before, fingers splayed over Steve's hip.

God, it was good.

When they were alone again Bucky turned to him, "want to grab a coffee, chat - I mean if you're not here with anyone?"

Steve melted, "nah, my friend is off somewhere, I'm all yours."

It took too long to realise the heated look he was receiving might have something to do with his words, and his body thrummed with anticipation on spending time with Bucky.

It was almost forty minutes later and they'd still not made it to the coffee van because they'd been stopped every few steps for photos, but Steve didn't care, he had the biggest grin on his face.

Messing about for photos was fun, more than fun, if he was honest. And Bucky was a natural, slipping into character easily, making Steve blush each time his arm wrapped around his waist.

Then the requests started to come.

- I think you guys should kiss

- You're clearly a couple, make out

- Squeeze his butt

- Dip Dean then kiss him senseless

- Who bottoms - really?

Steve was pinker than he'd ever been in his life, his face burned with it. Embarrassment but also desire warred within him, and for the life of him, he couldn't tell if Bucky felt the same.

Each request was responded with by a small shake of a head and a laugh, and if Steve heard Bucky say 'behave' in his deep syrupy voice again to someone, he'd explode.

"Please kiss," a young woman pleaded with them, the fortieth person so far. "Make my ship sail because canon won't do it!"

Bucky smiled, "I'm sorry, I get it, I really do, but no, I won't kiss Steve… Dean, here."

Steve internally slumped but schooled his features. Okay then, it wasn't the first time he's been rejected or read a situation wrong, but he'd felt literal sparks with Bucky and had hoped the feeling was reciprocated. But, a new friend, that was still cool. He'd have to just swallow down the fact he wanted to see him naked.

The girl left, good naturedly upset that she didn't get the exact photo she wanted, but Bucky did pull him close as if they were about to kiss to appease her, and Steve was left flushed and wanting.

Friends. They were only friends.

Suddenly Bucky leant into him, lips pressed to Steve's ear and he couldn't stop the full body shiver that wracked him.

"Don't pout, Stevie. Just know that when I kiss you for the first time, I'm going to be pressing you against a wall, so I can get my hands down your pants too."

Flushing from head to toe, Steve captured Bucky's eyes, seeing the want reflected back tenfold.

And well, what could Steve say to that proposition?

As soon as they had their joint photo op with Jensen and Misha, they left the convention early, where Bucky made very good on his promise.

-----

The following year, they did kiss for photos and were the most popular cosplayers of the weekend.

#mywriting #kalee rambles #stucky #quik fic #photo inspiration

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moonctzeny · 4 years

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I don’t think I can wait

“You’re basically eating me up in your imagination right now”

“Oh, I’m doing much more than that”

pairing: Doyoung + fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,927

warnings: public sex, dirty talking, light degradation but it’s consensual of course

summary: “You and your boyfriend are going out for a fancy dinner, but he looks so good you want him to take you right now. And you can’t wait to go home”

a/n: please don’t put your boyfriend’s fingers in your mouth during a pandemic

——————————————————-

But none of that mattered. Because right now, as you finished the overpriced main dish you ordered, you only wanted to taste one dessert. Your boyfriend’s dick.

“Are you ok? You seem a little out it tonight”

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m just- so needy tonight”

“We’ll get home soon baby, don’t worry”

“I don’t think I can wait”

“May I interest you in our desserts? You can choose from the menu over here but our specials tonight are crème au caramel, babas au rhum and chocolate lava cake”

Doyoung grabbed your ankle from under the table, stopping your little massage.

“Ooh ooh!” you wiggled excitedly, satisfied with your effect on him, “I’ll take the lava cake. I just love gooey things in my mouth”

Your tone was innocent but your intentions were far from it, and you saw your boyfriend almost choke on his spit from the corner of your eye.

“We’ll share”, he choked out and quickly returned the menus back to the unsuspecting waiter.

“Are you crazy?”, he whispered once the two of you were alone again. Well, as alone as two people in a crowded restaurant can be. The anger in his voice was only turning you on even more.

“What did I do?” you challenged.

“You’re basically eating me up in your imagination right now”

“Oh, I’m doing much more than that”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, guiding you to the higher floor of the restaurant. The waiter that had taken your order earlier saw you walk away and stopped you, a quizzical look on his face.

“Sir, are you leaving already? What about the desserts?”

“Pack them up, will you? I want to show the beautiful lady the view you have on your top floor”

The moment you got in, you crashed your lips into his. He kissed you slowly but dirty, dipping his tongue in your mouth and turning you more desperate than ever.

The impatient boy was gone again, his calmness making it seem like he only wanted you half as much as you needed him.

“So, did you have my dick in your mouth in your imagination earlier?”

You just nodded eagerly, unable to choke out any words with the way he was restricting your air flow. He released your throat, gripping your hair instead and pushing you down on your knees.

“Then show me, slut”

“Fuck you’re so good at this”

You felt his cock turn incredibly hard inside your mouth and you couldn’t help but run your tongue through his length, feeling all the little veins and thinking how good he will feel inside you.

“I didn’t want my underwear to be visible through the dress”

“Is that the case? Or were you planning on getting fucked in public and just gave me the easiest access?”

“Be a good girl and shut up”

“We’ll get caught if you keep being so loud”

“I don’t care”, you moaned out, “let them know how good you’re fucking me”

He growled at that, picking up his pace and shutting your mouth with his hand, muting out the sounds you let out.

“You’re so nasty tonight, you little slut. Begging for it like a bitch in heat. I wouldn’t let you cum, but I don’t want your dripping pussy ruining the leather seats of my car”

He kneeled down next to you, arms embracing you and he pulled you into the sweetest kiss.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Doie”

You let yourself get lost in his scent, the smell of sweat and his woody cologne calming you down. The moment wouldn’t last for long, as a knock on the door made you both jump up in panic.

“My girlfriend wasn’t feeling too good”, he lied and she nodded in worry, convinced.

You walked out of the restaurant, a bag with your packed dessert in hand as he sighed.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Share the lava cake with me as we prepare for a round two?”

He laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Sounds like a plan”

#doyoung smut #doyoung scenarios #nct smut #nct scenarios #doyoung #nct 127 #nct #public

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billhaderlovebot · 5 years

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beep beep (3) - richie tozier.

(how fucking babey is this man?? i??? hhhh???)

@ceruleanrainblues @the-star-above-you @a-second-hand-sorrow

ok! so! some like, violence type stuff? some fluff, some angst, richie being babey, bad language, sex references. here we go lesbians.

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it had taken richie everything in him not to break when he had returned from the arcade. not to just unravel in front of you and let himself go.

but he didn't. he couldn't.

and he couldn't, now, either.

when pennywise, with gnarled, elongated hands and fingers that almost looked barbed, lifted you from the ground.

ripped you from richie's arms and held you struggling in the air.

"always the hardest to scare." It said, and you groaned in discomfort as It's hot breath fanned the back of your neck, its clawed, twisted hand tightening around your waist. "always the fighter."

"you get the fuck off of her, right the fuck now." richie gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists. yeah, he was probably going to throw up.

richie loved you.

obviously.

he had loved you every single day of his life since he was fourteen fucking years old. every single day.

he knew, now, staring at you, your body curled around his protectively even though you were so much smaller, that his wretched heart would continue to love you for every moment of the rest of his life (plus two or three weeks, for good measure.)

often, when you were kids and you'd nap together in his bed because his parents were out (they were always out) and you needed to be near each other, he would fall asleep after you, just so he could lay awake and watch you breathe. watch you exist so serenely and look so fucking soft in his arms that he could have cried. you looked frightfully vulnerable when you were asleep, though, which always bothered him.

now, years later, you were no different. breaths coming slow and warm and ghosting across the crook of his neck where you had buried your face. so small. so vulnerable.

richie subconsciously held you a little tighter.

he would do anything for you, good lord.

even if it killed him.

you'd been asleep for about a half hour, but richie couldn't drift off.

richie hadn't told you about his artefact because the guilt that came with it sat on his chest like a fucking dumbbell. guilt, because he hadn't told you something very, very important.

you were not his first love.

but eddie kaspbrak was.

and he was guilty. guilty because he had moved on and because he had hidden such a huge part of his life from you. you, who wasn't his first love, but would undoubtedly be his last.

you, who was the love of his life.

eddie had been the first person he'd ever felt any sort of love for. when they were young, before you, and eddie would obsessively straighten the collars of his hawaiian shirts and clean his glasses for him and put band-aids on cuts and scrapes and used curse words that rivalled his own. eddie was the only one to care about him when his parents didn't. richie loved him so, so much and it had awakened a part of him he'd been ashamed of ever since.

it had been a sort of relief when he had met you, really, because he could pass himself off to the world as a normal guy with a normal girlfriend and a normal life. normal.

and oh, how he would do anything for you.

the girl who swore like a fucking sailor and held him tight and got so stoned she couldn't walk while listening to the cure on her portable radio. you'd been his distraction, to begin with, but he found himself falling fast and hard for you.

it scared him, how much he loved you. he'd never fallen so hard. he'd never given so much of himself to another person, bearing his soul to you because you were the only person he wanted to see it.

he'd come to you for solace and comfort, and had ended up loving you so much that nothing else mattered to him. and the day he'd kissed you in the clubhouse was perhaps the best decision of his life. the towering tsunami that was his love for you, crashing over him in almost overwhelming waves, kept him going for two fucking decades.

there was a smaller wave, though, too. smaller, but potent, lapping at his ankles and reminding him that he was not, by any stretch of the imagination, as normal as he wanted to be. as normal as he willed himself to be. because... he loved you, but once upon a time, he had loved eddie kaspbrak. so much.

he had carved your initials onto the kissing bridge the same day he had kissed you for the first time, bigger, and far away from eddie's, as if it would erase what had used to be.

it couldn't erase it, of course. erase what was, and always would be, a part of him.

richie tozier was...

he was different.

and he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why it had happened to him. he had always been told it was wrong.

wrong, wrong, wrong. run, you fucking fairy.

and he had run. so fucking far. even now, when his job was to be controversial, he couldn't fucking say it. he could think of nothing more controversial than being b...

than liking both.

i mean, he could, but after years of being told how fucking weird and perverted and wrong it was by people who didn't even know him, he expected a certain reaction. richie glanced over to his jacket hanging on the back of the door, where the arcade token sat in the pocket. well, fuck.

you stirred a few minutes later, looking up at him with sleepy eyes and a tired smile, and, in that moment, everything was okay.

he kissed you, then. softly. ever so softly and almost like he was afraid you would break.

"what was that for?" you asked after he pulled away, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"i just... love you. that's all." his voice was quiet. "im so fucking in love with you."

you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until tears welled in his eyes, his lips shaking as he held something back.

"richie? what's-"

"marry me." richie whispered, wiping his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours.

"huh?"

"let's get married, baby."

"yeah. yeah, okay."

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you had gone absolutely fucking mental when richie had been caught in the deadlights, his eyes clouding and his face devoid of any emotion. beverly had had to hold you back to stop you from going right after him, screaming for him at the top of your lungs because he was floating.

he was floating away and you were going to lose him to the jaws of hell.

"RICHIE!"

"stop!" bev had pleaded. "stop it, you can't do anything! he's too far up!"

you hated her for that. for just a split second, you hated her. and you were kicking and screaming and crying, hot tears sliding down your face faster than you were sure you could make them.

and before you knew what was up:

"BEEP BEEP, MOTHERFUCKER!"

eddie had yelled, launching the monster-killer right down Its fucking throat. and then richie was on the ground, disoriented and spluttering, and, bev, with a sigh of relief, let go of you. out of the corner of your eye, you saw It, struggling and vomiting what might have been actual lava but also looked strangely like blood. your mind cast back to richie and then you were by his side, shaking him awake.

"richie! fuck!" you were aware of just how loud you were sobbing, grabbing him and holding his head to your chest. "you fucking idiot, oh, fuck, i love you." and he was wrapping his shaking arms around you, panicking and probably crying because he had been caught in the deadlights and what the fuck.

"rich!" eddie was ecstatic, kneeling beside the two of you. "i did it, richie. i think i killed it, guys!"

"EDDIE, LOOK OUT!"

you didn't know what was going on, really, until a colossal, razor sharp claw dug itself into the rock where eddie had just fucking been.

and you were sure you'd never been more thankful for ben hanscom and his intuition.

"holy shit, eds." you just about shrieked.

"it's not dead!" richie was suddenly alert, dragging the three of you to your feet as pennywise crawled up from the ground, the spikes it had fallen on making a wet crunching sound as It tore itself off of them.

everything was happening so fucking fast, and you must have zoned out or something, because all of a sudden you were in the fucking air, torn away from a screaming richie. the sharp, jutting bones of it's long fingers dug into your torso as you were lifted, flailing.

"always the hardest to scare. always the fighter." pennywise all but giggled.

"you get the fuck off of her, right the fuck now." you knew what it sounded like when richie was trying to keep his cool, and right now, he was not doing a very good job.

"are you scared now?" It asked you, grinning from ear to ear. "are you scared, richie's girl?"

"FUCK OFF, YOU BIG DUMB ASSHOLE!" any attempt to kick and struggle was cut short by It's tightening fist, and the sharp ridges of It's fingers cutting into you.

oh, and, yeah, ouch, that was a cracked rib. fuck.

"you are." It growled. "i can smell you."

the losers on the ground stared up in frantic horror, flocking around richie and eddie.

"maybe i should take him, instead. your richie."

"YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!"

"i told you i'd get you, richie's girl."

it flicked a long, black tongue over its razor teeth.

"AND I TOLD YOU THAT IM NOT FUCKING AFRAID OF YOU, YOU STUPID CLOWN."

it's face dropped.

its eyes rolled back into its head.

it fucking smiled.

and then, as if you were a ragdoll it was tired of playing with, it tossed you aside.

richie heard it. the fucking sound. the crunch as your body collided with the jagged rocks at the other end of the sewer. he retched and heaved and his legs didn't seem to be working anymore.

he saw your body crumple, and the scream that erupted from his throat wasn't quite human.

---

"you need to wake up." richie held your hand in his own, the wires protruding from your wrist making him feel sick. "you gotta wake up, baby." the steady beep of your heart monitor was the only thing stopping him from going completely fucking insane. "cmon, we're getting married, so... so you gotta come back to me." richie ignored the bile rising in his throat at the sight of you with tubes and wires spilling from every part of you that wasn't cast in bandages. you looked so fucking broken. "we've already lost so much time... and we need to catch up." richie couldn't find it in himself to crack a joke. this was the first time he'd been really, truly happy since he was seventeen, and now it was all hanging in the balance.

richie had heard from bill the morbid account of your injuries. the doctor wasn't able to tell richie, directly, as he was going on a fucking rampage outside, throwing trash cans and yelling and such.

you'd almost died in the operating theatre twice, he had also heard from bill.

"sh-she had uh, bad in-internal b-b-bl-bleeding. they almost c-couldn't stop it."

but they had stopped it. and now you were here. you were alive. but you'd been out for a good three days, and every hour that passed, richie was less and less sure you'd wake up again.

beverly had had to coax richie into a bathroom to clean himself up, bringing him a clean outfit, because he flat out refused to go back to the inn and shower and change. he wouldn't leave you here. she allowed him to cry on her shoulder, and she knew that he only cried in front of you, which threw her, but she held him and let him cry until he couldn't anymore.

"mr tozier?" the nurse who came in regularly to change your feeding tube and medicine and such was stood by the door, clipboard in hand.

"yeah?" he croaked, not making a move to stand up.

"there's someone here to see you."

richie was sure it could have been the queen of fucking england, or freddie mercury risen from the grave, and he would have told them to fuck off.

"will you, uh, send them in?" richie requested. he hadn't left you for more than ten minutes the whole time you'd been admitted. "i don't wanna-"

"of course, mr tozier." said the nurse, nodding sympathetically and backing out of the room. the door clicked shut behind her.

moments later, richie heard a voice.

"sorry, but, who exactly are you?" said the voice. richie looked up from your hand, which he was still holding, by the way.

a smallish, mousy brown-haired man stood at the door, his hair slicked back with far too much wax that didn't do anything for his terribly receding hairline. "and why are you holding my wife's hand?"

ah. the husband. fuck.

"oh, yeah. right." richie didn't let go of you. "you must be, uhh... umm..."

"timothy. timothy milo." the man said with an air of superiority. richie would lay this guy the fuck out.

"oh, yeah, of course." he nodded, squeezing your fingers gently.

"forgive me," said timothy, pulling up a chair. "forgive me, but, my wife has been missing for almost a week, now, and i get a call saying she's here, in... in derry? is it? battered, and... and comatose."

richie had only known the guy for all of thirty seconds, but he'd knock out those perfect, sickeningly white teeth in a heartbeat. "yeah, there was... an accident-"

"and richie tozier, big-shot comedian from malibu, is holding her hand and looking like... his whole world has been torn down."

timothy was becoming increasingly irate, and richie found it more than a little bit funny. he raised his hands in defense.

"look, man-"

"i ask you again, tozier, who exactly are you? to her, i mean."

and richie had... no idea what to say. for once in his life. no sarcasm, no witty comebacks. nothing.

"well... i fucking love her, man." was all he could think.

and then, with a crunch, timothy milo's manicured fist collided with the side of richie's face.

---

you didn't remember much.

the only thing you could fathom was a faint beeping sound, and a warm, calloused hand on top of yours. you cracked one eye open (with great difficulty) and sighed in relief. it was him.

your richie. disheveled and distraught, but your richie, all the same.

"r-r-r-" your throat was so fucking dry. it hurt to speak. "rich..." was all you managed, your fingers twitching under his hand.

"holy fuck." the smile that lit up his face was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. he had a rather large bruise on his left cheekbone, and his eyes were red and puffy, but he grinned so big and so bright that you could have burst into tears. "you're awake."

"and y-you're... beautiful." you croaked.

"woah, how hard did you hit your head?" he joked, sniffling, a tear slipping down his cheek. he kissed your hand, mindful of the tubes.

"that... that looks like... a punch, richie." you noted, eyeing the purple bruise that started on his cheekbone and ended below his eye.

"you should see the other guy." richie sniffed, a sad smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. it hurt you.

"wh-who?"

"timothy fucking milo." richie scoffed, rolling his eyes in a manner that reminded you of stanley.

"he was... he was here?" your head fucking hurt.

"yeah. gone now. after i told him what was what. fucking asshole."

"wh-"

"another time, babe. you're not up for it."

and you knew he was right. you'd only properly processed about half of the words he'd said.

"i've been outta my fucking mind waiting for you to wake up, yknow. don't do that again." richie said, dragging his hands down his face and rolling his shoulders. his back hurt from sleeping here for just under four days, leaning over the cot and holding your hand.

"it wasn't... my fucking fault... you asshole... it was... oh my god. It."

"we won't dig that up now, huh?" richie interjected. "you rest up a little, i'll chat to you about boring shit, you'll perhaps give me a sympathy hand-job, and when you're a little less drugged up, we can talk about the heavy stuff."

"okay." your attempt at a nod was feeble as fuck. "and... sympathy hand-job?"

"yeah. for making me fight your husband and cry for three days. in no particular order." richie explained, as if it were obvious.

"do you want me to... pull your dick off with my medicine tubes?"

his eyes widened.

"no, ma'am."

"then... shut up." you whined, breathless. your chest burned and your side hurt and you didn't even want to talk about your legs.

"i need more drugs, trash-mouth." you groaned, and he leaned over you to press the red button to alert the nurses.

"believe it or not, you've said that to me before." richie snorted. "no chance of a hand-job, then?"

"beep beep, richie."

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WS Chapter 50- Tomato Egg Soup

Previous Chapter

Masterpost

How many of yinz remember us teasing about this? A pretty funky name for such a serious chapter though! Less than ten chapters left in the story, the end is approaching fast.

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block

Selene belongs to @to-dem-stars

The egg isn’t in the room. A podium sits, bare and empty in the center of the barren cell. But marked against the red brick, Avon notices flecks of purple embers. Teleportation magic, the same that drifts out of portals. The same that’s left behind every time Selene teleports. The egg was here- but someone disturbed it.

“Endo must’ve touched it before she left.” Avon whispers, brushing a purple spark into the air. It drifts slowly, but in a deliberate direction. “How will we find one egg in all of the nether, it could have gone anywhere in that direction!”

“Hey, hey. Calm down and think.” Red tugs on Avon’s wing, trying to get her to breathe. All three are sweating against the heat, the sound of hell all around them. “You’ve been wrangling this egg for years, how do you normally find it?”

Avon growls, but Ecto’s comforting touch does give her calm. “It...It likes high places. I often find it on the top of the obsidian towers back home.”

“So we should look for the tallest structure here.” Ecto grins. “That’s not so bad. Let’s go get it.” Ecto sprints down the hall, only caught by Red a minute later.

“The hellspawns can’t see that you escaped, or they’ll all be after us.” Red whispers, shoving a bottle of invisibility potion into Ecto’s hand.

“Right, stealthy.” As much as Ecto wants to go running into a fight, she knows that’s just suicide. They want to get out of this alive. Ecto wants to get out of this with her friends by her side.

“You two keep looking for the egg, once you find it signal me like when you found Ecto.” Avon perches at the edge of the bridge, the red and orange soup below her boiling. “Don’t scare it, or it could teleport again. And...be careful. If you risk being seen, abandon the mission. I can’t lose you two.” Avon tips off the bridge, wings opening and catching the rising hot air. She weaves between the pillars, below where anyone would think to look for her.

Ecto and Red turn, uncorking the disgusting potion. Ecto grimaces. “Bottoms up.”

They both disappear, listening to the other’s footsteps to keep up as they flee the prison.. Ecto remembers seeing a tall tower while she was spying around. Even if the egg isn’t up there, they can get a view of other potential places it could have gone. “I can’t believe we’re chasing an egg.”

“Jeane’s baby is a clever little thing, that’s for sure.” Red chuckles. The fortress seems to have calmed down, making him wonder where Selene is. Did she tire out and retreat? He knows she’s too fast to get caught, and she’d only break out as soon as she was rested again. His girlfriend can simply outsmart anyone she meets.

The pair slip between hellspawns, feeling the heat roll off the hair, glowing off their bodies. Born in fire, made in the image of someone else. Someone from the overworld. Red wonders who these people are. Are they different, like Red and Ecto are? Lost, searching for friends and family? Or maybe they have their home, resting easy and unaware of the war brewing beneath their feet.

“There it is!” Ecto cheers, picking up the pace as she spots the ebony shell of the egg. They aren’t the first to find the egg.

The three hellspawns are standing over it. Blu reaches forward, about to nudge the egg with his sword. Nova grabs his arm at the last minute, hissing at him. Endo squats low, that dead gaze boring a hole into the egg. While Nova and Blu start to argue- again- Endo is silent, eyes lifting in a slow, steady pace. Staring at where Ecto and Red are. The two duck away, pressing against the wall of the bridge. Red peeks up the stairs, dodging the sight of the tallest hellspawn. “She can’t see us… right? We’re still invisible.”

“Maybe she heard us.” Ecto hisses, looking over the brick wall. Watching the flaming trio as they surround the egg. “She must’ve scared the egg, causing it to teleport.”

“How are we going to grab it without them seeing us? Or without scaring the baby as well?” If Ecto could see Red’s face, she would see eyes brimming with worry, forehead creased with concern. And lips low from fear.

“We do it quickly.” Ecto winks, though she realizes a second later that no one saw it. Red can only hear as Ecto stands, clambering atop the fence posts that rise up the stairs. Hear the soft plod of one foot jumping from rod to rod.

Ecto is so close, she can feel the heat of her opposite. All she has to do is reach in, grab the egg and run. There’s no need to distract, no need to do anything crazy like before. She reaches through their legs, fingers about to brush the cool egg shell.

Endo’s foot steps harshly on Ecto’s wrist, pinning her hand down and causing the desert rascal to cry out. Blu picks up the egg, hugging it close to his chest with a manic smile. Nova leans over, that charismatic grin beaming and blinding Ecto. “Quite clever, that escape of yours. But not clever enough.” Nova shoves a warm glass of milk into Ecto’s face. “Both of you drink up before we cook this egg sunny side up.”

“I’ll say I’m surprised the weakest one came for you.” Endo mumbles, staring down Red as she reappears. An empty bottle of milk clatters to the ground at her feet. Both wanderers are visible now. “Is it that you need this one so much, or because the other left you behind?”

“None of that’s true!” Red cries out, crawling up the stairs. She tries to nab the egg from Blu’s hands, but he simply tosses it to Endo.

“Either way, now we have all three wanderers separated. You can’t stop us, not the two of you. Two idiots does not make one smart person.” Endo looks at Nova and Blu, spinning the egg between her hands. “Trust me, I know.”

Nova plucks the egg from Endo’s arms, running her fingers across the purple patches. “What about the egg, Endo? It keeps escaping.”

Endo shrugs, grinning as she looks down at Ecto and Red. A dark, evil grin, cracking through the emotionless face. One that makes Red shrink away. Her words are like daggers of ice through the heart. “We don’t really need it. Go on, Blu. Destroy the egg.”

Blu snatches the massive shell from Nova’s shocked face. “With pleasure!” He lifts it over his head.

“No!” Ecto screams, kicking Endo in the back. Freeing herself with a smooth backflip. Together, Red and Ecto reach for the egg.

Red tries to grab the egg from Blu’s hand. Tries to grab it before he can throw it, before danger can ever befall it. But Red misses.

Ecto tries to grab the egg from the air. Tries to grab it before it can fall, over the edge and down into the sea of lava.

But Ecto misses.

Red and Ecto can only watch helplessly as the egg reaches its zenith, well beyond the fencepost surrounding the tower. It falls in slow motion, towards the soupy lava far below. Everything moves in slow motion. Ecto and Red rush to the fence, reaching out for one last impossible attempt to grab the egg. But it’s already beyond their reach.

The egg, and all the hopes and dreams it carries with it, falls to the lava. The last dragon, a thousand years waiting for the right moment to hatch. Plummeting to a burning death below. All a horrible game for the hellspawns. A trap, a lure for the wanderers. Sprung, and left with them cackling behind the pair. Reveling in the horror as embers start to rise higher than the egg is falling.

The lava sizzles, burning and bubbling. A black blur crosses paths with the falling egg. Embers burn against the fluttering purple cloak, put out by the wingbeats as Avon rises up to the tower. In her arms is the egg, snug against her body. Not even an ash stain on it. Her wings unfurl, cresting above her head in a midnight halo of scales. The lava beneath her illuminates her face, painting fierce shadows across her cheeks. Her purple cloak flutters to the side, caught in the warm updraft of the lava and the beat of her wings. “You’ve lost your bargaining chip, I’m afraid.”

“Hell yeah!” Ecto shouts, grabbing at Avon’s cloak. Red latches onto Ecto’s lanky legs, and the three careen onto a broken bridge, the intersection long crumbled into the lava below. Their landing is not so graceful, Avon throwing the weight of the other two off her and crashing into a ball around the egg.

From the tower, they can hear the hellspawns arguing and swearing. An arrow lands near the three, the tip burning bright fire. “You wanderers can’t run forever! There is nowhere you can go that we won’t find you!”

Nova is standing on the fence posts, another arrow knocked into Blu’s bow. She opens her mouth to shout something else, before something red strikes the boastful hellspawn in the lip. Both Red and Avon turn, seeing Ecto tossing another netherwart up and down in her hand. “Her voice really annoys me.”

“We share the same voice.” Avon points out.

“Her’s is too high pitched, too happy. It’s like listening to a parrot talk.” Ecto tosses the wart over her shoulder. “Let’s blow this joint, I think I’m tired of the red palette.”

As if by magic, or more so coincidence, the frame of an obsidian portal appears before them. Selene’s face peeks through, winking at her partner and his friends. “Thought you guys were just about finished. Let’s get you guys back to wandering.”

The three jump into the portal, nearly escaping a volley of arrows sent across by Blu. Once the three wanderers are crashing into each other in the soft grass of the overworld, Selene destroys the portal. Ecto rolls off the other two, stretching across the grass. Feeling the cool relief of the nighttime on her skin. She’s never been so happy to see a tree in her life. A laugh bubbles up from Ecto’s chest. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“What, escaped the nether? Or go into it in the first place?” Avon flutters her wings to standing, her grip still tight on the egg.

“Both. And got the egg back.” Ecto still can’t believe they came for her. To rescue her. They really are her friends.

Red leaps onto Ecto’s back, peering over her shoulder at the egg. “So this is it? Jeane’s baby? When’s it going to hatch?”

Avon looks down at the egg. She was more focused on Ecto, finally having all three together again. Together and without fighting. She can’t help but laugh. “The egg has been in stasis for a thousand years, waiting for the right time to hatch.”

Both Ecto and Red get pouty faces. Red crawls over Ecto, somersaulting over her head and plopping in front of the egg. “So...not tomorrow? What about next week?”

The forest rings with laughter, the wanderers and Selene letting out the tension of their bodies release in their voices. They huddle close, enjoying each other’s company. Red and Selene cuddle close, while Ecto and Avon find rest on each other’s shoulders. Food is passed around, reaching across the egg for sweet berries or a fresh cooked steak.

As the sun rises, shades of pink and yellow arching across the open sky, the stars slowly disappearing as the sun grows brighter. For Avon, it’s a relief to be in the open air, free from the confines of the nether. It was Selene’s voice that breaks the peace. “There’s a war coming. You all saw it.”

The wanderers look at each other, not willing to admit what they know is true. Red looks to Avon. “What will us four do? We can’t beat that many people, no matter how clever we are.”

“I...I don’t know. “ Avon admits. She’s never been in something this big, this complex. “We need to prepare, arm ourselves. We need…”

“We need more people. People who are willing to fight, for the overworld and to be different. People unique and weird like us.” The way Ecto says weird, it’s not a curse. It’s a compliment.

“The hermits?” Red questions.

“And others. Other people who call our world home, willing to stand up.” Ecto adds. There are others across this world. Just as unique and different as each wanderer. Just as special.

Red’s lip quivers. She doesn’t want to fight, she wishes they could find some other way. To battle without death, without ruining lives. If only there was a way for the hellspawns so see that things are better when people are different.

But who would listen to him?

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