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antimonyandthyme · 1 year

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The World is Yours

3k, Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber/Fernando Alonso; Zombie Apocalypse AU

Warnings for descriptions of violence

“No,” Fernando says.

“Nando,” Mark says. “He’s just a kid.”

Kid is armed with a baseball bat, and he’s swinging wildly as a group of them converse on him. He’s smart enough to have his back against an overturned car, but not smart enough to avoid getting caught by them. So, that’s not Fernando’s problem. His motto for survival has been and will always be, Look out for your own.

Mark though—Mark. Fernando suppresses the brittle anger threatening to bubble out of his mouth. Mark’s still got that raw tenderness in him that gets him adopting limping dogs and abandoned strays, and that’s fine, Fernando’s fine with Mark keeping what humanity he needs to extricate himself from the dirt and keep going, except it’s going to get the both of them killed this instance. One, two, three, four—

Fernando stops counting. Even with full ammunition this fight wouldn’t be worth it.

“There’s too many,” he says through gritted teeth. “Mark—oh for fuck’s sake, Mark! Come back!”

Look out for your own. So Fernando goes running into the fray after Mark like the biggest idiot left on earth, right up there with the father of a kid with a bite mark in their last shelter, hiding his daughter until she ate the camp from inside out.

“You can’t blame him,” Mark had said stonily, after they emptied their semiautomatics into the same people they had shared breakfast with a day ago. “She was his daughter.”

“And now we’re on the road again, with two handguns worth of ammo left,” Fernando said. “You know what? I do blame him.”

Mark fires off three shots, neat and clean. Pop pop pop. Bullseye, each one finding the target in the neck. If Fernando had any energy left in him to get it up, he’d have tackled Mark to the ground and sucked him off, there and then. As it stands all he can do is advance forward under the cover of Mark’s terrifyingly accurate aim, and drive the perforated edge of his switchblade into the gaping chest of one of them, right up and out of its neck. It gurgles and falls twitching at Fernando’s feet, like some sick marionette performance show. Fernando stamps the heel of his boot into its neck for good measure.

The pile of walking dead is now turned toward them, attracted to the sound of gunfire and smell of fresh meat. The kid doesn’t waste any time. He swings his baseball bat in a low arc from under the chin of one of them, dislocating its head from its neck entirely. Despite himself, Fernando’s almost impressed.

From behind, Mark lets loose two more shots. The necks of the dead closest to the kid explode in a spray of black blood. It gets on them all like sludge, and the kid flinches back.

“Just don’t get any of it in your mouth,” Fernando yells. “Stop spacing out and watch yourself.”

Kid narrowly misses a chomp from an unhinged jaw of one of them crawling at his feet. He leaps back, and slams the baseball bat down in its head. The jaw dislodges entirely in a laughable crack. One, two, three, four—

Then there’s a click of the gun with no magazine left.

“Shit,” Mark says. There’s one of them headed right his way. The zombie swipes at him and he stumbles backward, landing awkwardly on one leg.

“Shit,” Fernando curses, and throws himself after the mutilated excuse of a corpse intent on taking a bite out of Mark. He doesn’t think, just launches himself into its back, and with all the force he can muster, rams his blade into the back of its neck. Its spine snaps, along with the last of Fernando’s niceties. He drives his knife into the corpse, again and again and again, furious with everything that can’t be put into words. They’ve taken all that is good out of this earth, and they’ll take Mark too if he lets them. What a wretched existence, both them and theirs—

“Nando!” Mark is shaking him. “It’s gone. It’s done. Stop that now, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Fernando stops. And then sense slaps itself back into his head. “Fuck,” he says, patting himself down wildly. One of his revolving nightmares: waking up with a wound and having to turn the gun on himself to keep from attacking Mark. It’s not the first part that scares him. It’s the way his jaw would unclick as he loomed toward Mark to take a bite. A year ago, this would have meant something different entirely. If Fernando still has dreams about leaving teeth marks all over Mark’s neck, he can barely remember them.

Okay, okay, no flesh wounds. He’s clean.

“I’m clean too,” Mark assures, at Fernando’s crazed look. He turns to the kid. “You?”

“I’m good,” the kid says, wobbly but upright.

“You’re welcome,” Fernando says. “Now get lost.”

The kid, of course, does not get lost. Because Mark offers to travel with him, staunchly ignoring Fernando’s murderous glare.

“I know a place,” Sebastian says. “It’s safe. Safe-ish.”

Fernando isn’t fond of amalgamations of people huddling for safety. See: The last shelter. Someone always ends up doing something stupid.

“It’s empty,” Sebastian continues, as if reading Fernando’s mind. “But it’s on higher ground, and I’ve started a plot.”

“A plot,” Fernando says slowly, not understanding. Like a plan?

“You’re not serious,” Mark says. “You’re growing stuff? You can still grow stuff?” He sounds hysterical. Almost as hysterical as Fernado feels. Hope is a dangerous thing.

The kid puffs his chest out. “Kale is hardy, and it’s good throughout the seasons. The carrots and onions aren’t doing too bad, even though they’re small.” He shrugs. “The tomatoes keep getting eaten by rats.”

Fernando glowers. Sebastian is very rapidly proving his worth.

They clamber back into their jeep after siphoning the gas from the overturned car, which was initially what they ventured out to do before encountering mister-damsel-in-distress. Fernando takes over driving duties, with Mark keeping his weight off his right foot. For the longest time, they all stare out their respective windows. No one shuts their eyes.

Adrenaline seeps out of them like a deflated balloon, and it takes Fernando fifteen minutes before he notices Sebastian bobbing his head quietly to some unknown beat through the rear-view mirror.

“Is that a Discman?” Fernando is incredulous. “Oh my god. A working Discman?”

Sebastian yanks out an earbud, almost sheepishly. “It’s probably going to die soon. I took it from—” He swallows. “My brother’s room, before I left.”

They’re silent for awhile. They’ve all got their fair share of dead people. Fernando doesn’t know what to do with another nameless one.

“Does it have speaker?” Mark asks, something painfully young in his voice.

Sebastian fiddles with it. Linkin Park’s Numb blasts out tinny and perfect. Fernando closes his eyes against the familiar tune. He can’t remember the last time he heard music. Or the last concert he’d been to, before all this madness began. Swaying with the crowd, a hand in Mark’s back pocket, the other curled around an ice-cold beer. For a moment, he lets himself taste.

He’s here at the end of the world, with the last working Discman in all of existence. He’s alive, as is Mark. As is a kid they just picked up, who keeps taking song requests. Maybe things could be worse. Elton John, then Nas. Mark gets teary when Summer of ’69 plays. Until they reach the hideout, when the battery very conveniently sputters its last breath.

Sebastian has traps. Mark’s looking a little too smug for Fernando’s liking right now, like See? I knew this kid would be useful.

The hideout’s through an abandoned neighbourhood that leads to some weird cul-de-sac on the top of a hill. Sebastian’s guess is its inhabitants fled to the city when the city was still accepting people. In hindsight, a fatal mistake, as the virus exploded in the heaviest populated areas. Sebastian explains how he raided each house until there wasn’t anything left for food. So with some remains that weren’t infected, he created a mulch that the seeds seem to have taken a liking to.

No one points out the implications of using dead bodies as fertilizer. Sebastian hands out three carrots, and they crunch it down like it’s their last meal. They can’t be squeamish if it’s for survival. They’ve eaten what they could when they had to, and stopped thinking about where it came from.

“Why were you on the road?”

Sebastian points at his traps. They’re stuffed with dead zombies.

“I got worried the traps wouldn’t be enough. I went looking for proper weapons.”

Mark fingers their last working handgun. “Yeah. Not much luck on that front.”

Still, it’s an actual place to sleep. Sebastian’s jigged the entire outside vicinity with things that make a fuck-ton of noise if you so much as blow in their direction. If a zombie crawls through, yeah, maybe every other walking dead in the vicinity would know their location, but at least they would be awake. The master bedroom where Sebastian’s set up has a king-sized mattress that he’s willing to share.

Mark and Fernando stare, almost salivating.

“Uhm,” Sebastian says, a little flushed in the cheeks. “I can take the corner.”

“It’s your bed,” Mark says. “Where do you usually sleep?”

In the middle, because in another life, Sebastian used to be a cuddler. Fernando wants to roll his eyes. Of course.

They start off the night in three neat separate zones, and wake up legs tangled hair in each other’s mouths sour morning breath mingled like a fine perfume. Fernando can’t find it in him to be annoyed. It’s been an age since he slept this well.

If Sebastian thinks they’re overstaying their welcome, he doesn’t show it at all. The first two days pass by with relatively little incident, except the traps are getting a little too full.

“Fucking fuckers,” Fernando says, as he rams the sharp end of a shovel into the neck of the zombie scrabbling at the sides of the walls of Sebastian’s makeshift pit. As these bodies pile up, soon they’ll be able to climb out by stepping unwittingly on their dead predecessors. “I’m not sure staying in one place is such a good idea,” he says to Mark later.

“Seb has food,” Mark argues.

Seb? They’re on nickname terms now? Fernando bares his teeth. “What good is food if they ambush us in the middle of the night?”

“We’ll hear it,” Mark says, but it sounds strained, like that’s what he’s forcing himself to believe. There’s a reason why the zombies have been finding their way into Sebastian’s traps. They’ve still got brains, no matter how infected and decrepit they’ve become. They can smell live humans. All it takes is one to slip right by the jangling glass shards surrounding the house, and they’ll be defenceless on a stupid king-sized mattress that isn’t worth dying for.

“Whatever,” Fernando spits. There’s a part in him that recognizes that they can keep running for an age, but they’re not going to find anything better than this. The first few months after the epidemic they’d tried city after city, getting their hopes up each time, and in the end it’d all been the same, desolate, starving wasteland. Maybe this is Mark going, I think I like it here. I’m ready to put down roots in this black, black earth. “I’m going to look for ammunition.”

Mark stiffens in alarm. “You can’t go by yourself,” he says. His ankle is still bandaged with a makeshift tensor, courtesy of Sebastian, who goes about looking fresh-faced as hell but is probably the most resourceful of them three.

“I’ll come,” Sebastian says. Stupid kid. “Mark’s right, you shouldn’t go by yourself.”

Fernando bristles and stalks off. Sebastian follows him like some suicidal puppy.

They’re in luck. There’s a police car half beached on the curb and the road, in one of the suburb’s No Parking zones. Sebastian chuffs out a breath of laughter.

He stops laughing when he realizes the man still trapped in the seat-belt. Skin pallid, red veins crawling down his exposed arms, eyes sunken but still somewhat clear. That’s the disease in its first phase. This man got turned maybe an hour ago.

Fernando pulls out his switchblade.

“Wait,” Sebastian says, panicked. “He’s still—”

“Still what?” Fernando snaps. He doesn’t have time for more raw tenderness; he’s already got Mark to deal with. Why does this kid have to be just the same? So that they can remind Fernando he’s got nothing left beating in his already gaping chest? “Still human? Give him a few hours and he’ll be trying to eat your face.”

“You don’t have to,” Sebastian’s voice is raised now. Fernando wants to slap him. “We can just take his ammunition and go.”

“And let it live another day to come back and bite us in the ass?” How dumb can this kid get? He shoves Sebastian backward. “If you can’t stomach it, at least get out of the way.”

Fernando throws open the door of the police car. The man makes an aborted attempt to defend himself, raising his arms up to his face, before resignation kicks in and he lets his arms fall. Do it, his gaze seems to say, and Fernando knows this one scene will be added to the highlight demo reel of his nightmares. The switchblade goes in easy, non-serrated side for the least pain. Fernando reaches for the Beretta by the ex-policeman’s hip.

“Fuck,” he yells, as someone rams into him from behind. It’s Sebastian. Fernando’s about to cuss him out when he realizes the two zombies now clawing at the open door of the police car. Sebastian had slammed him out of the way.

Stupid, stupid. Of course. The man’s blood hadn’t turned yet. It’s still red and coppery, and its now attracted a horde of them to their location.

“The car,” Sebastian hisses. He doesn’t say, I told you so. “We have to get back to the car.”

No chance. There’s now at least twenty of them milling about, most of them in a feeding frenzy by the police car, but there’s two or three of them who have started wandering in their direction, directly in the route to their car. Fernando glances down at the Beretta in his hand. It has what, at most six shots? And anyway, firing it will only attract attention.

He fucked up. He seriously fucked up. He thinks about Mark waiting for them, hobbling around on his bandaged leg.

“If I grab their attention,” Sebastian says, voice steely, “will you be able to get to the car and come get me?”

“What the fuck?” Fernando says dumbly. “You think you’re the Flash?”

“I’ll go past this block and out into the open. You pick me up from there.”

“No,” Fernando says, even as the zombies gain five paces to them. “Fuck no, I’m not letting you—”

“I’m faster,” Sebastian says like it’s a fact, and how the fuck would he know? “I’m way faster than you, old man. So follow my plan, and get the goddammed car.”

Fernando shuts his mouth with a click. He hands over the Beretta, and his last shred of faith, to Sebastian.

Sebastian wasn’t lying. Sebastian is fast. Finally, Fernando allows himself to be impressed.

Sebastian bangs on the lid of a garbage can, hollering up a disgusting racket, and as the zombies mindlessly swarm after him, he takes off and leaves them all in the dust as Fernando watches with his heart in his throat. He creeps silently back to the car. There’s one corpse pawing mindlessly at the window. Fernando slits its throat dispassionately. All that’s on his mind is getting Sebastian. Getting Sebastian, then getting back to Mark.

The engine sputters to life. These days he’s gotten real good at driving. He swerves right up into a cluster of zombies, backs up, spins around, tires squealing. If he goes through the alleyway, he might just catch Sebastian at the end of the block. He doesn’t know how much stamina the kid has, running at the speed he was. Fernando careens through, bulldozing over a corpse, cracking the windshield with a dangerous creak. He takes the corner, one eye on the road, the other one looking for a tuft of brown, curly hair.

There. Barely outpacing a group of zombies now.

Fernando slams his foot on the gas. It’s a head on collision he’s going for, and he braces himself for impact.

The airbag deploys. The zombies go flying like bowling pins. Sebastian stares at him through the broken windshield like he’s lost his mind.

“Get in,” Fernando says, bossy even when he’s seeing stars.

Sebastian climbs in obediently, for once at a loss for words. They pull away at the airbag material and dump it out the car. Useless now. Sebastian hands back the Beretta. He hadn’t even had the chance to use it. Well. They get something out of this after all.

Sebastian finds his tongue when they get back to the hideout. “Thank you,” he says.

Fernando says, “I look out for my own.”

Sebastian peers at him, delighted. “You mean—?”

“Stop making such a big deal out of it,” Fernando says gruffly, but Sebastian won’t stop smiling now. Mark greets them at the entrance with a frantic hug. Fernando understands his anxiousness. The sun is starting to set.

“I got nervous, so I set fire to the pits,” Mark says.

“Huh,” Sebastian says. The charred remains mean that the traps will last longer. Less matter for climbing zombies to stand on.

“Huh,” Fernando agrees. Maybe they’ll stay here after all.

That night, it’s Sebastian in the middle again. Fernando holds him tightly, one arm thrown protectively across his middle to reach for Mark’s shoulder. In his head, the Nas lyric he’d heard for one last time, a few days ago.

The world is yours. The world is yours.

#athy texts #fanfic #rpf #zombie apocolypse au #sebbonso

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minusgangtime · 4 months

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Not feeling like drawing right now so lemme give you descriptions of the minus gang of the experiment AU:

Scientists diary log entry: 1

Beta: enfused this what appeared to be a female wolf with a Gorgan like snakes on his head,he does not have power to turn others to stone,but the snakes do function as a useful defense tool and a lot of extra eyes,the wolf’s eyes and hands have become more reptilian as a result,and for some reason,my assistant seemed to have given him top surgery scars,why she did that,I dunno,but it makes him happy.

MB: he was a normal bird like human with a scar on his neck,after I gave my assistant her assignment,he now has bat like wings now only on the bottom of his precious wings,but also on the shoulders on his arms,he has bigger bat ears and long fangs,with piercing red eyes,I modeled him after a vampire bat,so to satiate his new hunger,he must eat a lot of juicy meat,hope my assistant dosent mind working overtime~

Blue: once a normal humanoid dog,once I got my hand on him,I made him a living puppet,his furr is half natural,some parts being made of wood,he moves stiffly like a stop motion character,he has marionette handles on his back if you pull them you can stop him completely and control him,for some reason my assistant made wooden wings for him as well,as if that would help him hate her any less,ha!

GF: as the first demon in containment,I had to cut off her horns to knock her out before sending her to my assistant,she now resembles a wind up doll,a little cracked but I’m sure that’s cause if my assistant’s worthless mistakes,she also now hears a quite lovely dress that I will say looks nice,when moving,she also moves pretty stiffly,the key on her back is the key to moving her,turn it left,she can’t move,turn it right,she can move,what angers me most is that my assistant found her horns and stiched them back on! That fucking idiot,she’s lucky she has demon magic or else SHE would be the one begging for mercy.

Pico: quite an anomaly,a dinosaur in the modern age I COULDNT pass up an opportunity to see what I could do to him,my assistant infused radiation into his DNA allowing him to be granted with more strength,and be able to melt anything he wishes to,careful my useless assistant,he might wanna melt you one day.~ hahaha!

-mod Shelby

(Oh my 👀")

#mod speaks

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teetlezhere · 2 years

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F"ck my life. I've watched the Pinocchio 2022 remake. Could have been better. It had it's sweet moments, but it's just not well-done.

What it did do however was inspire me to make an Au of Mama Shen Au.

(TW: mentions of child loss and abandonment)

Tang Shen suffered a long string of miscarriages that ended with her last one a stillborn. Her husband abandons her. Shen's childhood best friend and master woodcarver Hamato Yoshi takes her in.

Shen falls into a depression and Yoshi wants to cheer his friend up somehow. While pondering what to do, he absentmindedly sketches down marionette designs but he tosses them away because a wooden toy won't replace what she lost. Shen finds the sketches anyway and actually likes them. She also knows a wooden toy won't replace her children, but she finds the designs cute and she needs something new to do to move forward.

The friends start crafting the marionettes out out 4 different tipes of wood and end up with 4 kappa/turtles looking marionettes they name after the renaissance painters.

One night, Shen spots the wishing star and partially jokingly wishes for the marionettes to come to live.

Ironically, her wish does come true. Now Shen and Yoshi are the proud co-parents of four wooden turtle marionettes. Congrats!

The story pretty much follows the movie plot. Instead of teenagers, the turtles and co. are children, but their personalities are still in line with the og!Rise.

April replaces Jiminy cricket as the turtles' friend/voice of reason.

Must find a way to add Cassandra and Casey to the plot (rather than being her son from the future, Cass and Casey would be twins/siblings/cousins at best). I could see them as taking Lampwick place or Sabina's. Idk.

Piebald casts as Cleo while Mayhem casts as Figaro.

I was thinking Warren and Hypno would cast as Honest John and Gideon, but acting more like their Rise selves. In alternative, Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute could also qualify.

Meat Sweats would probably be Stromboli but instead of a marionette show he has some sort of traveling dine-and-show cart. He sells delicious but poisoned pizza-puffs.

Big Mama as the Coachman, with her Nexus Island being the replacement for Pleasure Island. Instead of turning kids into donkeys to sell, she lures, kidnaps and mutates people to battle in her battle Nexus attraction.

Shredder / Krang take Monstro's place, but they'd be more like vicious giant sea monsters than having the same intellect they have in the og!Rise.

And: Would anyone be ok with Draxum being the Fairy, or should I better cast Karai?

#Mother of Marionettes Au #mama shen au #au of au #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #riseofthetmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt au

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terezis · 4 years

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hey so

maggie mentioned the idea of a pygmalion au on discord today, like, an artist falling in love with the statue they’re sculpting and then oh my, the statue has come to life, and then oh my! the statue loves them back!

but what if. instead.

falling in love with the ghost that's possessing the terrifying clown doll you got at a garage sale.

my inclination is to make everything about taakitz all the time but in this case i think lup is the one who develops a crush on the terrifying marionette taako won in an ebay auction and gave to her as a gag gift. lup calls her brother’s bluff, accepts it gratefully, and displays this horrible little man proudly so that it’s the first thing you see when you walk into their apartment.

but then when magnus sees it he cries so she moves it to her bedroom instead.

suddenly lup starts getting woken up at night by strange noises, and when she turns on the light the doll is very obviously not where she left it. creepy! she assumes this is taako trying to get her goat again. lup goes back to bed.

a few days later lup is in her room studying - she’s taking “preventative measures against necromantic theory” to fulfill a gen ed - and there’s this one problem she just can’t get right no matter how many times she tries. it is so frustrating! ritual circles make no fucking sense!

and then, seemingly out of thin air, a voice says, hey.

hey try swapping the glyph for “warding” with a holy symbol. the voice is, of course, coming from the doll.

lup freezes. she looks at the doll. she looks back down at her notebook. sure enough, that balances the equation.

huh.

she flips a few pages further in her textbook. can you walk me through this one??? lup asks

oh yeah that’s a tough one, barry the clown says. the trick is...

it is the start of a beautiful relationship, a slowburn in which lup romances a haunted doll. later she will find out that barry was once a person, just a regular ol’ dude who happened to be a necromancer. just a guy made of meat like the rest of us! and in trying to preserve that jerky he accidentally bound his soul to this creepy marionette. oops! it happens!

barry agrees to help lup with her necromancy homework if she’ll help him grow himself a new body. sometimes he also possesses her because he misses eating macaroni. she’s fine! it’s fine! it doesn’t matter!

also they have to do all of this while dodging kravitz, taako’s new boyfriend and the teaching assistant for “preventing necromancy.” kravitz thinks necromancy is morally reprehensible!!! and if he finds out lup is practicing he will make sure she fails the class.

anyways!

all of this is to say: haunted doll watch, the fanfiction

#WATCH OUT #i am not accepting any criticism at this time thank you #taz tag

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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I loved the last SR story! I really hope that you continue this series!

thank you so much nonnie!! i’ve been working on that piece on and off for about a month now, i’m glad i finally got the motivation to comb through it repeatedly and finish it. i know that comfort characters exist but are there comfort series? i think that’s the label that i’d use for scarlet ribbons. i love writing and talking about it. so don’t worry, i’ll continue to produce content for it!

anon 2 said: thought of a newish way to use sr! What if with more practice reader could eventually use ribbons to marionette unconscious or dead people. Would make for good distractions/meat shields. On a less morbid note, would also make for a good prank/entertainment for narancia when used on sleeping bucci members.

omg anon great minds think alike!! i had mentioned that a while back while giving a possible list of uses for scarlet ribbons. i kinda like how morbid it is actually. it’d definitely look like something out of a nightmare when in use. i think as sr reader grows in her confidence, she’d use it more often! i hc that mista is a super heavy sleeper, so you know that he’s been used as a puppet at least once or twice lmao 😭

anon said said: So...Abbachio and Narancia swapped bodies with each other? Oh boy, that would be comedic too. XD

abbacchio is grateful that he didn’t switch with giorno but then. realizes that he’s narancia. narancia’s face being stuck as a permanent scowl, whereas abbacchio is running around full of energy and smiling is almost frightening. some uncanny valley type shit. you know that abbacchio is gonna be telling giorno in your body not to get any ideas. meanwhile giorno just gives him this little smile that makes his blood boil.

anon 4 said: During Chariot Requiem reader doesn't necessarily have to switch with giorno, abbacchio or the other boys. She could probably end up switching with a random passerby, a kid, a dog, or a bird. I mean lots of other people were affected nearby, so it's not entirely impossible.

i had considered this! for a non everyone lives au this is likely what would have to happen. otherwise abbacchio would even everything out. maybe sr reader could switch with a nearby tourist or something.

anon 5 asked: Ok, I need to know, why do you think Fugo x Reader x Giorno would be a good idea??? And please, in the future, do the reader bodyswap giorno, especially if people are still wary of him lol

i think it’d be interesting because they’re both introverts who tend more towards logic (fugo moreso than giorno), whereas sr reader is more outgoing. i also imagine fugo and giorno being the most familiar with english, so reader would be happy with that. it feels like everyone would balance one another out in a way. ALSO because fugo and giorno are my favorites from part 5 so im a liiiitttle biased. once i get a solid idea of what that scene would look like i wanna write it!

anon 6 said: Please write a scenario about the body switch with Giorno during the Chariot Requiem fight. I'm cracking up just by thinking about everyone's reactions XD

i need to think about how it’d Practically look so it doesn’t end up too crackfic-like. i do want to write for it though!! giorno would be trying to act so respectful in reader’s body, bless his soul... jonathan’s gentleman spirit flowing through him. he has to repress the brando genes yelling at him to take advantage of the situation. dio is screaming at him from hell or wherever, telling his son to cop at least 1 (one) feel.

whereas reader is busy consoling trish for having to be stuck in mista’s body. trish is probably tilted she got stuck being in the stinky boy, rather than being in reader’s body. mista is having such a bad day. he might end up needing to be consoled more than trish after suffering this public humiliation.

#im having fun guys... i love everyone who sends me sr stuff #muah #there's a special place in heaven for u #scarlet ribbons #scarlet ribbons lore #answered #Anonymous

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lucarioisinthevoid · 3 years

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Considering that in Five Nights At Candy's canon, Vinnie has been known to bear a grudge and that the puppeteer was responsible for Mary's own version the nightmare animatronics, I'm not sure how the others would react. Penny for your thoughts?

I feel like something is missing in this ask, and I can’t tell what it is. I suppose the missing piece for me is who “the others” are? Because if you’re talking about the crew, when around Vinnie, I doubt anyone will trigger his wrath, as nobody ever took the role of puppeteer. Unless you want to imply that Henry and Dave did during their few times of infiltrating Candy’s for shits and giggles, which could have happened, but it would be unlikely for Vinnie to recognize them without the costume… … but in that case, they’d probably enjoy it. Henry has no sympathy left here. If it was JUST about Vinnie feeling a grudge and letting it out against anyone (as a distorted mirror to Marion), then that would probably be interesting to see indeed. Especially with Marion himself. >I’m down for discussing Candy’s lore in itself tbh, I’m always a fan of theories, but I’m REALLY not sure if that’s what you want- if with “others” you mean the other Candy’s animatronics when Vinnie starts acting out more and more. AND ALSO, I’m actually not too sure about Candy’s chronology. It’s implied that after therapy, Mary manages to tell on the Puppeteer and he dies in prison (I’m going off the wiki right now, so don’t @ me, it does make sense that you in fnac 3 manage to remember your trauma though)… and that would make it possible that Vinnie is actually possessed by the Puppeteer, right? >If he died in prison? Consider, the Puppeteer only ever cared about being a star, being revered for his career, his acting- apparently, according to the wiki (which I KNOW isn’t perfectly reliable) he went on to become a rising star, before abruptly being brought to fall by Mary. Possessing an entertainment machine… it would be sensible. Plus, who else would it be? If Vinnie isn’t a full on hallucination… which would kinda be a cop-out. “A mistake, MY mistake” he says. “A problem. YOUR problem.” That sounds pretty shitty. Pretty manipulative. To make someone else suffer for your wrong doings…? Am I going crazy here? ALSO IS IT STILL CANON THAT CANDY’S PUT HUMAN MEAT INTO THEIR BURGERS? BECAUSE I CAN VAGUELY RECALL THAT BEING SOMETHING IMPLIED IN FNAC 1. IN SOME WAY OR ANOTHER CHILDREN DIED THERE AND WE DON’T REALLY HAVE AN ANSWER AS TO WHO DID IT IF OUR BIG BAD HAS GONE TO PRISON IN FNAC 3 WHICH SEEMS TO TAKE PLACE WHILE SHE IS STILL A CHILD/YOUNG TEEN- FAR BEFORE WHEN CANDY AND CO WERE ACTING OUT! I’ll have to talk to the fnac lore pro after I get up this ask. The only person with trustworthy information on this rebooted fangame- For this event the lore might be ambiguous, but my god, I’d kill for a murder Marionette. I have made AUs, I have made designs, I have gone through so many AUs, just to get some murder Marionette. Hope it’ll be canon, it would ROCK. Send in how you guys understand the canon of fnac, otherwise this event might go off the rails and that sure would be a shame! We ALL want to see Simon lose his mind after all-

#kiddo

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Just had a hilarious idea in the Meat Marionette au of Clark idly picking up the robins like oversized chickens without realizing he does so. Like sure he grew up on a cow farm, but they definitely also had chickens or other poultry for things like eggs.

#meat marionette au #batman au #batman #robin #robins #clark kent #superman #Y'know what he'll pick up and carry Bruce like an oversized calf too #Like others he'll carry like babies or bridal or whatever #But this specific family of creachurs just reminds him of his home #They don't mind if he doesn't act human and it's great!#Home is just also a farm and old habits die hard #No one knows if they should mention it??#Like?? They obviously don't mind Kal picking them up???#But that doesn't look comfortable and they can see the 'traumatized big dog just witnessed the ground disappear' on B's face

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months

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@puppetmaster13u look your art is the header for the whole tag :D!

#batman #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #meat marionette au

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shewhowantsmouseears · 5 years

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WebLouie MonsterMash AU

so I’m a big WebLena fan, but I’ve been doin’ a Rp thread with a pal and apparently in that one thread I can ship WebLouie (It helps that Lena does not exist in that world XD) I wrote a thing for my pal based on what we’ve been doing, so I figured I might as well share it here.

(just remembered the date and this isn’t a prank/joke anything just fyi)

Basically - AU where Webby is a mermaid, Louie finds her and tricks her into trading her expensive scales for “human treasure” (junk he finds) until guilt, feelings, etc.

as for this storybit, we have a reverse little mermaid scenario going on, with Magica as the Ursula role, and...

It was like being in one of those lame fake haunted houses at one of those cheap amusement parks Donald used to take the triplets when he couldn't afford a real vacation – where the paintings were designed that no matter where you were, you could feel their eyes on your. It was kind of the same – only much, much scarier.

Though the woman was two-dimensional and little more than a shadow on the wall, Louie felt eyes all around him, all over him, as if he was being swallowed whole. He kept his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, hoping to hide his trembling. He didn't know why he was reacting this way – the sorceresses was a shadow and nothing more, she couldn't harm a feather on his head. Yet. Yet. There was this feeling of being dipped into subzero water, and even though his brain was screaming at his legs to run, they remained motionless.

“You must be nuts.” He finally said, sounding more confident than he truly felt. “I mean, have you looked in a mirror lately? You might as well have 'I'M A VILLAIN' tattooed on your forehead. I wasn't hatched yesterday, lady.”

“That's Magica De Spell to you, boy.” The ancient one sneered before pausing and remembering what she was trying to do in the first place. “A-hem... you're a businessman in the making, child, I know that for a fact. You know the ins and outs of deals, and the sort of deal I'm offering you is one you can't miss out on. I can give you your heart's desire, all for one coin.”

“Pass.” The cliches in her villain seduction actually did some good, as it pointed out how ridiculous this all was. With strengthened fortitude, he stuck his beak up, and began to walk away, feeling much better. “I'm not going to hand over Uncle Scrooge's most prized possession for some gold and jewels. I can get those on any adventure. Sure, it'd be nice to do it without risking my tailfeathers, but that's why I have brothers – as meat shields.”

He expected Magica to rant and rave about being denied, some “you'll rue the day” tossed in there, but when she spoke again, her voice was far too calm. “Whoever said I'd give you something shiny to toss in the money bin? Child... I can give you the girl.”

Louie froze. He felt his heart stop, his foot pointed up as he had stopped mid-step. Some sensible part of him said to keep moving and ignore her, but instead, he stupidly tried to play it off. “What girl?”

“Don't play dumb with me, boy, you know exactly what I'm talking about.” Suddenly she was right in his face – Louie yelped, stumbling backwards – wearing a thin smile. “You think I didn't come to you without research? I know all about the bubbly little mermaid that waits for you in the bay, day after day, as you trade trinkets for treasure. It's so sweet... in a disgustingly sappy sort of way.”

Now Louie felt his heart move again, except now it was beating so rapidly he thought it'd explode right out of his chest. He considered himself a master of manipulation, a trickster of truths, but in this moment he couldn't think of any way to spin this. “She's... she's just a friend. She's got nothing to do with this.” Run, run, run his brain pounded. But he didn't.

“On the contrary – she's got everything to do with you and I. Adorable creature, isn't she? If you're into that sort of thing. The way she dotes on your every word, willing to swallow whatever fabrications you invent, even mutilating her own body just to have your favor.”

“She's not mutil-” He cut himself off. This was a trap, and he was being lured in. It took solid effort to turn his head away, and his mouth felt dry. “Okay, so... so maybe I haven't exactly been the best friend to her. B-But I'm trying to change, and she knows it!”

“How noble.” Magica said dryly before continuing. “But is that going to be enough for you? The way things are can't last forever. Everything is against you.”

He knew better than to ask. He was smarter than this. He was also a young boy. “What... do you mean?” His eyes carefully slid back to the shadowy form.

“Where to begin?” Magica sighed, moving around him in a circle. “You know her dear devoted Granny hates your kind. The moment she finds out what's been going on,” she snapped her fingers, “goodbye girl. Then you have the family... oh, they'll adore your fishy friend, they'll be happy as clams to meet her. And she'll be delighted to meet them – because they're so much more interesting than you.”

Louie's fingers curled up in his pocket. He tried to come up with some witty retort or snappy comeback and couldn't.

“Scrooge McDuck, world's richest man. Donald, the brave adventurer. Huey, the brilliant scholar. Dewey, the hapless explorer. And then there's... you.” She feigned a sigh, pressing her hands together, before gesturing to him. “Louie, who can... do what? Con an innocent fish-girl out of her scales? Lie his way out of trouble he got himself into? Who spends his weekends snoozing on the couch watching bad TV? Oh, Louie, Louie, Louie... you're just so... dull.”

“Shut up.” It was weak and pathetic.

“Do you really think she'll want anything to do with you, once she's spent time with the amazing Duck family? You'll be yesterday's news.”

“Shut up...”

“She's all yours now, but she'll leave you for something better, just like good old mommy did-”

“I KNOW, OKAY?!” He suddenly screamed at her, feeling humiliating hot tears prick at the edges of his eyes. “You think I don't?! I think about this all the time! I know they're all cooler and smarter and braver than I am! I've got nothing, and she doesn't care! She's the only person who's ever just wanted me! She – she wants to listen to me, and wants to help me, even though I don't deserve any of it! She likes me, and I can't...” his voice broke, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to find Uncle Donald and cry into his chest. This wasn't fair, none of this was fair. He just wanted to keep her as his own special secret, and that couldn't last forever. He wanted to have something he didn't have to share with his brothers, as he'd done all his life. “I can't... lose her...”

He took a few deep, shallow breaths, and then he felt ice under his face – Magica's fingers were underneath his beak, and she tilted his head up. “Oh, you poor thing... but don't you fret.” she cooed, as if she hadn't helped stick the knife into his chest. “Because I can make her yours... forever.”

Louie's eyes widened. There was the bait, and he'd all but jumped into it. He could practically feel her pulling his strings like a ill-painted marionette. “You...can?”

“Of course!” She released the hold on his beak, plastering herself against the wall. “Once my powers are restored, there is no limit to what I can do. For that one dime, I can make sure you two live happily ever after.” She reached into the ground, yanking up Louie's shadow – side note, he didn't know how she did that, and decided he didn't want to know – before creating a Webby shadow, tail-and all. “All you have to do is give me what I want, and I can make it so she only has eyes for you.”

The shadows of Louie and Webby smiled as if all were right with the world, laughing silently as they embraced, him swinging her around as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The real Louie clutched his chest. This was wrong.

“She'll be yours and yours alone.” Magica was beside him now, her cold touch on his cheeks, whispering to his ear. “No one will ever tear you two apart.”

As the shadowy version of his longing played out, memories flashed in front of Louie's eyes like a beautifully cut viral video. The first time he met her, her curious head popping out of the water and trying to snatch one of his feathers. Her little mouth opening in awe as he handed over one of his great “treasures”, which was really a plastic fork. Her deep eyes that sparkled whenever the sun began to rest on the shore.

No no no stop stop stop

“The... the dime is... Uncle Scrooge's... it's his memories.” Louie felt his entire body shake as he spoke.

Louie laying down in the sand and Webby running her webbed fingers through his head feathers, the ticklefights that had no clear winner, how she was somehow warm and cold when she rested against him as they watched movies on his phone.

No no no no no no i'm better than this I have to be better than this

“Memories are for the past, boy. What about your future?”

And then came a memory that wasn't a memory, it was a longing, so deep and powerful that it stopped his breath, as he saw her perfectly clear in front of him, wearing that sweet smile that rarely left her face, and he just – and he just – he wanted so badly – her hand gently taking his own, leaning in – stop stop no no – lips pressed -

“NO!” He shouted so loudly he felt his lungs strain, and at last he finally did run, in the opposite direction from the forbidden images, running so fast that the world around him became a blur, and he was determined to keep running until he was safe in the manor again no matter how much his legs ached.

Magica clicked her tongue, annoyed. But she wasn't wholly disappointed, no. This wouldn't be the last time they'd meet, and she'd seen the look in his eyes. She had planted a seed... and now all she had to do was wait for it to grow.

Because she knew – as Louie refused to tell any of his family where he'd been, instead scrambling to his room, falling to his knees as his body gave out, he pulled his hoodie over his head, rocking back and forth – because he knew -

“Hi, I'm Webby!”

“I'm really glad I met you, Louie.”

“Why can't you believe it? We're friends. I'd do anything for you.”

He had considered.

#ducktales 2017 #webby vanderquack #louie duck #magica de spell

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fivemorenightshere · 6 years

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Scott Cawthorn, man, love your work but cut me some slack here-- Warning. Long read ahead.

So. With William Afton now a major plot point, my au has gone to shreds. And with William Afton pointed as the actual killer, it leaves some plot holes and confusions in my own au. I want to clear some of that up today on where I stand with Noel, Morry, Henry, and William.

I created Noel Fazbear around FNAF 3's start, and Morry around FNAF 4, a little ways before any of the books were actually out and well known, and before Henry and William Afton were introduced as major plot point characters in the franchise. While Noel and Morry are like Henry and Afton (aka the maker of the animatronics and the purple guy), they are wildly different characters in many ways. The purple guy is a killer who lost his children, a point both Afton and Morry share.

In the au I have literally put years in the making, I can put it here, simply; My purple guy is not William Afton. Afton is the Pink Guy and Morry is the Purple Guy.

Let me explain. This will get confusing.

•Rodriquez "Morry" Morrison had four kids; Micah, Michelle, Max, and Michael Morrison. He worked at the pizzeria as a day gaurd, often bringing his children to the pizzeria. Michael is often called Mike, this will be important later.

•Afton had two kids; Elizabeth and Michael Afton. He was the branch manager, and owner of Afton Robotics.

•Henry had two kids as well; Charlie and Sammy. This deals more with the happenings in the Silver Eyes, and won't be touched on too long.

•Noel Fazbear had a pair of twins; Paul and Scott Fazbear, who grew up to become The Phone Guy and Phone Dude.

•It all starts with Noel, a mobster who wanted to give up the life of crime to create his true dream; bringing characters to life. First, he attempted to make a cartoon. When that failed, he met William Afton and Henry, and thus plans for a pizzeria came in, and so we start.

•Both Michaels realized they were about the same age, and had the same name, and became good friends. Mike noticed Michael scaring Micah and kept quiet about it, until the bite of '83 (aka, the crying child accident). Someone yelled Micheal but no one was sure if it was Morrison or Afton. The Micheal Friendship quickly sunk, no surprise there.

•Morry snapped; With the death of toddler son and now being jobless with the rest of his family going hungry, Morry went insane, and began kidnapping children to try and replace the dead Micah. When those children "failed", he took them to his basement, killed them, and cut them up to serve his living children.

•At the time, Paul and Scott worked at the pizzeria under their father, with the idea that they would own the franchise. Henry loved that idea, Afton didn't.

•Afton had killed to ruin Noel's plans of giving the franchise to his sons, no real rhyme or reason to it. He dressed up in the Golden Bonnie suit, lured kids back, and killed them. He stuffed their remains into the animatronic suits and made his legacy. One of those children happened to be Michelle, Morry's daughter.

•When Morry found out, he attempted to murder Afton in a manic and deranged attack. When that failed, he then gave Elizabeth the idea to go play with Baby. And we know what happens when a certain pig-tailed wielding girl plays with an ice cream offering animatronic; they don't make it by very well.

•Believing the accident was due to one of Noel's sons, Afton set up another plan to simply murder one of them. That happened to be Paul. Aka, the phone guy being murdered by the animatronics. His body was found days later, during a party involving the Marionette. Heartbroken, Noel began his own descend into a grief stricken madness. Scott, after Paul's funeral, left town and wasn't heard from until his later adulthood. Unknown to him, Noel signed off for Scott to have the franchise upon his own death. Afton heard, and attacked Noel in the pizzeria, leaving him for dead until he resumed his search for his daughter.

•Frantic to find Elizabeth's body before she could possibly die, Afton used an axe to tear apart the animatronics and accidentally freed the spirits within them. This led to Afton's accident in the Springtrap suit. He did not die however. Cue the Silver Eyes and Afton's actual death.

•Finding out what had happened, the still living Mike attempts to find his father and stumbles upon the murder basement. In his delirious and troubled mind, Morry believed Mike to be Afton, and attacked him. After a brutal fight between a frantic Mike and an insane and angry Morry; Mike was stabbed and his screams "woke Morry up" from his delusion. Seeing what he did in shock, Mike was able to knock out Morry and run away, accidentally leaving Max behind.

•Scott learnt he obtained the franchise and decided to make it into a horror attraction, and thus the events of FNAF 3. Afton let himself in the Springtrap suit be found in order to try and kill the last of Noel's children.

•The last Morrison child, and being a daddy's girl, Max tended to her insane and injured father for many more years. When Morry finally died, he gave her the information that Afton was in the Springtrap suit, and Mike was alive. Then he requested she burnt the house down with him inside. She did so. With vengeance, she tracked down the old Springtrap suit (being at the FNAF 3 building), and snuck in to set her revenge. With an already faulty gas line, it wasn't hard for her to loosen it further. While she didn't technically catch the building on fire, she was a major player in that roll. In her eagerness for revenge, she accidentally killed the building owner (Scott, the phone dude, who started the fire by lighting a cigarette in the office) and seriously injured the night gaurd (Ben, who was leaving for the day after his shift). William/Springtrap got away.

•Micheal Afton was still alive, and went to hunting down Max Morrison when he learned what had happened. Somehow, he ended up carrying his father's work and created the Sister Location, where he accidentally hired an adult Micheal Morrison (now going by Mike Schmidt) as mechanic for the animatronics. Eggs was just a gaurd and other mechanic who came in on call, and was one of the hanging mechanics at the end of Sister Location. Where as Micheal unfortunately became the human meat puppet for Ennard and co. . Mike Schmidt got out alive but was hunted down and stalked by Micheal/Ennard.

•Ennard somehow got work at the new pizzeria, which was originally a ruse by a team of Max, Mike, and Henry to capture William Afton. It was able to find the other and lost animatronics, and gather them together. The trio set fire to the building, destroying the animatronics trapped inside. They got away before police arrived.

<i>And thus the au concludes. While yes, these are the major points, this is not everything. I hope this either will clear up confusion, or spark new interest in the au. Thank you, and happy reads.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #scott #paul #noel #mike schmidt #william afton #micheal afton #ennard #henry fnaf #charlie fnaf #the crying child #tse spoiler #springtrap

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britishsass · 2 years

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for your maligula!augustus au playlist i was thinking nightmares never end by JT Music? i just think it would fit if not that's ok:)

Ooh, I'm listening now. I've not actually listened to it before, but I like JT and Andrea, so I'm here for it.

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Listening to the lyrics, I can definitely get behind it!

Like a puppet, tied and hung up tightly bound

Your strings I've been strung to, I dream that I'd run away from you if my feet could feel the ground

Mannequin paired with marionette

In dissonant discord, our deadly duet

We're lost in a lullaby, slumbering away

Where sins remain hidden, but rarely they stay

Makes me kind of want to re-design Maligula!Augustus... Giving him a hood? But at the same time, I'm not that good at designing him, I'll admit. Though it does make me wonder about if I should include more of a body horror element there... Going for more marionette appearance there, since Not!Augustus does unfold like that in Meat Circus... Hm. Little thoughts, but I do enjoy the song! Thanks, Anon!

#maligustus au #anon #ask response #music rec

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therapeutic-steter · 6 years

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By popular request, a continuation of my Dragon!Stiles AU series named “Scale Tales”. Here’s Part 1 and Part 2. This will be my last installment for this series, I think. I’m sure I’ll write more dragons at some point, but I’m going to call this series complete for now. Thanks for reading!

—–break—–

“Derek! We need your help!”

Derek was instantly at attention, clutching his phone tightly. “Scott? What’s wrong?”

“The Fae are attacking!” Scott cried out. “I thought we had a deal, but they came back and the Queen is furious! We don’t know what to do!”

“What? What do you mean, you had a deal? What kind of deal did you make with the Fae?” Derek demanded.

“It was going to work out for the best!” Scott said. “No one would be hurt and everyone got what they wanted. I don’t know why Stiles got so upset. But he must have done something because otherwise I don’t know why the Fae would be this angry.”

“Scott, what did you do?” Derek said.

“Scott’s on the phone?” Cora asked, coming into the living room from the kitchen, frowning with concern.

They both looked up when there was a knock at the door. Derek could still hear Scott yelling over the line, but he didn’t pay attention, sniffing curiously.

“Uncle Peter?” he asked.

“Stiles?” Cora said, moving to open the door.

“Derek!” Scott cried through the phone.

“Hey, Derek, Cora,” Stiles said, grinning.

“Stiles? What’s going on?” Derek asked. The boy walked in, Peter trailing in behind him, and he reached out for Derek’s phone, ending the call abruptly.

Stiles grinned and his teeth were just a hair too sharp. His eyes glowed like embers. “We’ve got a lot to catch up on,” he said.

…

“Ah, I love New Orleans,” Stiles said, leaning back and patting his stomach.

“Wait until you try the gumbo from Fifth Street,” Cora said, breaking into a crab leg with her teeth and digging the meat out with her claws. “It’s to die for.”

“Oh god,” Stiles groaned, leaning against Peter’s side. “Save me from death by overeating.”

Peter chuckled fondly, rubbing at his back before pulling him closer to his side. He nuzzled at his temple familiarly and Derek gave them an odd look.

“That’s still strange, that you two are together,” Derek said.

“I literally changed species since the last time you saw me and me being with your uncle is what’s throwing you for a loop,” Stiles deadpanned.

“We always figured you’d turn out to be something, Stilinski.” Cora shrugged. “That you’re a dragon is pretty fucking cool, but that we can handle. You taking it from our uncle will take a minute.”

Derek coughed at her crass language and Cora laughed, slapping him on the back.

“Actually, I’m more a pitcher,” Stiles said, winking cheekily.

“I did not need to know that!” Derek yelled, throwing a piece of broccoli in Stiles’ face. He laughed, picking the broccoli off his plate and popping it in his mouth. He moaned around the buttery perfection.

“Even the vegetables are good,” Stiles said like he’d been wronged.

“Stop eating, darling,” Peter said. “They’re going to be bringing your dessert soon.”

“God, dessert,” Stiles moaned, slumping into his chair like a marionette without strings. “I hope you are prepared to carry me,” he told Peter.

“Gladly,” Peter said. “Fireman’s carry,” he teased.

“I’m a fucking princess, Peter Hale, and you will carry me as such,” Stiles demanded, pointing a finger at him. “The only other acceptable carrying method is piggyback. That’s your options.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m sure we’ll manage,” he assured him.

“Holy shit,” Cora murmured, elbowing Derek next to her. “He’s totally whipped.”

Derek snorted into his drink, grabbing a napkin to wipe his face. He glared at Cora, who smirked widely.

“I hate you all,” Derek declared.

“Lies,” Stiles sang.

Peter couldn’t help but watch them all fondly, the Pack bonds between him and his remaining family members flourishing with the duration of their visit. They still didn’t meet the strength of his and Stiles’ bond, but he didn’t think anything could reach that level of closeness. Stiles glanced over at him and wave of affection came through their bond as the dragon smiled at him. Peter couldn’t help but return it, kissing Stiles’ cheek and smirking winningly when Cora snorted and Derek rolled his eyes. Peter hadn’t felt so at home in years.

…

“Hey, daddio,” Stiles said, holding his phone between his cheek and shoulder. “How goes it?”

“Son, I probably don’t want to know what the Pack did to piss you off this badly,” his dad started, sighing. “But Scott came by today to beg you to call the Fae off. He said they’re terrorizing the Pack. Chris has apparently put Allison on lockdown and has outfitted their house in iron and anti-Fae measures. Lydia’s fled the town. Scott and Isaac were shaking so badly when they came to see me…Stiles, I’ve only seen that kind of fear in someone who was almost killed on the job.”

“Good,” Stiles said mercilessly, eyes hardening to stone. “They sold Peter to the Fae, knocked him out and gave him to them to be eaten alive, just to settle a problem of their own causing. My mate, dad. I know mom never really got into this dragon stuff with you, but it would’ve been kinder if Scott had stabbed me in the heart himself.”

John sighed. “This is such a goddamn mess,” he muttered to himself.

“I’m sorry to put you in this position, dad. But I’m not calling the Fae off for them. I’m not doing anything for them. It’s time Scott deals with the consequences of his actions.”

“I figured you would say that,” John admitted. “Scott really fucked up this time.”

Stiles barked a surprised laugh at the statement, caught off guard by his dad’s language. “Yeah, dad,” he said without humor, eyes stinging with emotion. “He really did.”

“Take care, son,” John said. “I love you.”

“Love you too, dad,” Stiles said, wetly. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” John assured him. “Now tell Peter I said ‘Hello’. I’ve got to run, but I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Okay, I will,” Stiles, wishing him a ‘goodnight’ before hanging up.

Stiles leaned back into Peter’s arms at the other came up behind him, wrapping him up in an embrace. Peter hummed, kissing down his neck and shoulder slowly. Stiles closed his eyes, swaying in his hold and slowly getting his emotions back under control.

“He was my brother,” Stiles said, trembling a little. “I never thought…regardless of how he felt about you, how could he do that to me? How could I mean that little to him? After everything…I just…”

“I’m sorry, love,” Peter murmured, holding him tighter. “If you…if you want to call the Fae off,” he said, obviously reluctantly, wincing even as the words left his mouth.

“No,” Stiles said, voice carried with a rumbling growl. He turned in Peter’s hold, eyes flashing with his anger. Then he sighed, forehead resting on Peter’s shoulder. “No. I don’t regret it. I just hate that it’s come to this.”

Peter hummed again, running his hands up and down the dragon’s back, giving the man a moment to just breathe.

“Come to bed, sweetheart,” Peter finally said, pulling away and tugging Stiles with him. Stiles followed, helpless to the sway of his mate.

It would never cease to amuse Peter that Stiles seemed to latch onto him in his sleep, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him and almost sleeping on top of the wolf.

“How else am I to protect my hoard?” Stiles would tease if asked, winking. Peter just resigned himself to the fate of having a cuddly, overprotective mate; it wasn’t the worst fate out there.

…

“So what are you guys’ plans?” Cora asked as Stiles and Peter were visiting their apartment one afternoon. “Like, are you staying here? Not that we’re complaining if you are, but you might want to start looking for a place instead of holing up in that hotel indefinitely.”

Stiles laughed. “Please, we’ve been looking for a place since the first week we’ve been here. Peter’s just so damn picky—”

“If we’re buying a house, I’m not going to rush and regret our choice later,” Peter interrupted him.

“He’s like those couples of those HGTV specials. You know the ridiculous ones that are like ‘We want an open plan, but plenty of rooms, with lots of space but it’s also close and cozy. And we want soft flooring that’s hardwood, and it needs to be out of town but also with a short commute to work.’”

Cora laughed.

“I can see it,” Derek put in, walking into the room.

“Uncle Peter has always been a bit of a diva,” Cora added, winking teasingly.

Peter faux-pouted, making Stiles snort and pat his cheek patronizingly. Peter playfully snapped at his fingers and Stiles grinned, eyed flashing. “Oh dear, that’s cute, but you know mine are bigger,” he teased, growling and shifting to show his fangs.

“So I guess if you’ve got three betas, you’re an official alpha dragon now,” Cora put in, stretching lazily on the couch. “Assuming you’ll accept us?” Cora added, momentarily seeming unsure.

Stiles looked at her. “You guys are Peter’s family, and he’s my mate. You’re practically family already, but sure, if you need official acceptance, I’ll accept you as my beta.”

“Um,” Derek mumbled, looking away. “Both of us?” he asked quietly.

Stiles smiled kindly. “Both of you,” he confirmed. Derek shot him a shy smile and Cora grinned. Their pack bonds with Stiles settled easily at the acceptance, and Stiles rumbled a pleased purr at the growing of his Clan. “Is there an established Pack here that will cause any issues with us moving here?” Stiles asked curiously, humming when Peter wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Stiles chirped adorably, nuzzling under Peter’s chin and settling against his mate comfortably.

“There’s the Durand Pack on the east side,” Derek said. “They offered to let us run with them on full moons when we first got here, though we’ve only been a couple times. They’re pretty reasonable though. I’m sure you could work something out.”

“Or you can just show them your shift,” Cora pointed out. “No one is going to want to go against a dragon.”

Stiles smirked, eyes flashing. It would be difficult, maneuvering through pack politics and straightening out territory lines, but he felt more at ease than he had in years. New Orleans was already feeling more like home than Beacon Hills had in years. He had his mate, he had new betas to care for, he’d cut out the harmful people of his past, and he had plenty of time to figure everything else out.

Peter chastely kissed his temple, earning Stiles’ attention. Stiles grinned up at him, pecking him on the jaw and laughing as Cora yelled at them to get a room.

Yeah. They’d be alright.

#steter #steter au #dragon stiles #mates #scott is a bad friend #prompt fic #scale tales #part 3 #my writing #drabble #100

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365daysofj2 · 7 years

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It's Only Fair (NORAD Boys AU, 9/?)

Jared’s been in his new house for approximately 37 hours, but until Jensen steps over the threshold, it doesn’t feel like home. Of course, Jensen’s brought Icarus with him and Harley and Sadie immediately dive for the tiny newcomer, sniffing every inch of him and dancing around like marionettes. Icarus seems a bit overwhelmed, so Jensen scoops him up and cuddles him close to his chest. However, as tall as Jared’s babies are, this doesn’t do much to distract them. “They’re just enthusiastic,” says Jared, clamping a hand down on both their necks. Jensen nuzzles Icarus’s head with his chin. “He’s okay. Just surprised him, that’s all.” Jared snaps his fingers. “Bed. Now.” Harley and Sadie slink off to their giant denim beds. “Maybe you should put him in my room.” “He’ll be okay.” Jensen sets Icarus on Jared’s battered brown recliner. He sniffs the pillow all over and then flops down on his belly. “He’s settling in already.” “There’s ribs in the slow cooker, and I’ve got potatoes roasting in the oven,” says Jared, extending a hand to take Jensen’s suitcase and backpack. “Have a seat at the table. I’ll be right back.” Jared stashes Jensen’s luggage in his bedroom and grins when he sees the package on the bed. Tonight is gonna be amazing, if all goes well. When he gets back downstairs, Jensen is in the kitchen uncapping bottles of the local microbrew he picked up at the corner store. He offers one to Jared. Jared clinks the neck of his bottle against Jensen’s. “To the first amazing night of many in this house.” “Cheers.” Jensen takes a long swig of the beer. “Hey, that’s pretty good for hipster beer.” “Not everybody in Tacoma is a hipster,” argues Jared. “Only because y’all are here.” Jensen points his bottle at Jared. “Pretty sure they don’t let hipsters in the Armed Forces.” Jared laughs. “Yeah, they wouldn’t last very long in BMT. Plus, no manbuns or neckbeards allowed.” “I bet you could rock a manbun,” muses Jensen. “Too bad you can’t grow your hair any longer than that.” “Believe me, I already get shit for having it this long,” replies Jared. “My COs whip out the rulers all the time. I have to get it trimmed every three weeks to keep it within regulation.” Jensen trails his fingers through Jared’s hair. “Crying shame. You’ve got great hair.” “When I retire, I’m never cutting it again.” Jared chuckles. “I’m going full-on Gandalf, beard and all.” Jensen raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know how I feel about that.” “Well, you got a long time to figure it out.” The oven timer buzzes. “Have a seat, the potatoes are done.” Jared dishes up the ribs, which are pretty much falling off the bone, and the potatoes and adds some Spanish corn from the stove. By the time he gets it to the table, Jensen’s practically drooling. Jensen takes one bite of the meat and moans out loud. “Oh my God, this is better than your dick.” “I still have some of the sauce,” replies Jared with a smirk. Jensen looks up, eyes wide. “I might actually hold you to that.” “I got other plans,” says Jared in a low voice. “Oh really?” Jensen’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline. “Do tell.” “It’s a surprise.” Jared takes a bite of corn and washes it down with beer. “But you’ll like it.” “I’ll be the judge of that,” replies Jensen. “But if it’s anything like your cooking, I might have to move in here.” Jared’s cheeks heat up. “You’d have to marry me to qualify.” Jensen sucks some meat off the bone in a way that’s more than a little obscene. “Not out of the question.” He smirks. “I could get used to this.” Jared nearly chokes on his potato. “Moving a little fast there, aren’t we?” “I’m a TV star. That’s how we roll.” Jared shakes his head. “Let me at least become an officer first, okay?” “That’s where you get to wear the fancy uniform, right?” Jared chuckles. “That’s part of it, yeah.” Jensen looks him up and down. “Do they make dress uniforms in Sasquatch size?” “You better hope they do, or I’m gonna show up naked to our wedding.” Jensen actually does choke on his food then. He coughs a few times and pounds his chest with one fist. “Fuck, don’t do that!” “Sorry.” Jared reaches over and taps Jensen’s back a few times. “You okay now?” Jensen nods. “No more n-word at the dinner table, capisce?” “Got it.” Jared finishes his beer. The rest of the meal passes uneventfully. Jared rinses the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher, and then he pours himself a generous shot of 151 and adds Coke to it. He takes it up to the bedroom with them. He stops Jensen outside the door. “Gimme a minute, okay?” Jensen starts unbuttoning his shirt. “One minute.” Jared hooks the straps of the sex swing over the door. It’s supposedly rated for up to 300 pounds, and Jensen’s less than 2/3rds of that, so he figures it should work. He opens the door less than halfway and seizes Jensen’s wrist, pulling him inside and slamming it behind him. Then he slaps the mask over Jensen’s eyes and slides the strap over his head. “What the—” Jared puts his hand over Jensen’s mouth. “I’m in charge now,” he says in his best drill sergeant voice. He finishes unbuttoning Jensen’s shirt and pulls it off, then slips Jensen’s undershirt over his head and removes his jeans and boxers. “You’re in my world now.” “I don’t know what this is,” says Jensen, “but it’s really fuckin’ hot.” “You steal other people’s powers, right?” Jared guides Jensen to the back of the door. “Now I’m stealing yours.” He wraps the wrist cuffs around Jensen’s wrists and pulls the straps taut, yanking his wrists above his head. Jensen’s getting hard already, and Jared’s pretty much there too. He wraps the leg straps around Jensen’s thighs and draws them taut, lifting Jensen off the ground. Jensen’s face goes pale. “This is safe, right?” “Far as I know.” Jared guides Jensen’s hands to the handles and clasps his fingers around them. “Hold on tight, babe, ‘cause it’s gonna be bumpy from here on out.” Jensen’s cock is flushed deep red and leaking, so Jared bends down and flicks his tongue over the slit, tasting the bitter tang of precome. Jensen grips the handles so hard his knuckles turn white, but Jared isn’t inclined to rush this. It’s quite a switch, having Jensen completely at his mercy, and he has to admit that it’s partly just the thought of how completely unlikely it is that his character would ever get into this situation that’s driving some of this. He’s read a lot of Kane slashfic, and Kane is a total dom. Luckily, Jensen doesn’t seem to be. Jared kneels down and takes Jensen’s cock into his mouth. He traces the underside of the head with the tip of his tongue, and Jensen groans loudly. “Fuckin’ tease.” Jared laves a thick stripe down the shaft to the base of Jensen’s cock and then circles it with his tongue. He starts to suck and he can feel that Jensen wants to thrust further into Jared’s mouth but he has no leverage. Jared draws back until he’s got the head of Jensen’s cock between his lips and then runs the tip of his tongue along the underside one more time. He flutters his tongue over the slit and Jensen cries out. Jared releases Jensen’s cock and covers Jensen’s mouth with his own. He thrusts his tongue past Jensen’s lips, mingling the salt of Jensen’s precome with the sweetness of barbecue sauce and the spices and heat of the corn. Jensen drops his head back, breaking the kiss, and Jared lets him catch his breath. He’s got better things in mind. Jared pulls a bottle of lube out of his pocket and then sheds his own clothes. Jensen whimpers at the loss of contact, but Jared doesn’t rush. Jensen is so hot like this, completely at Jared’s mercy, unaware of what fate awaits him. It’s so unlike the show, where Jensen’s always in control, always has one-up on everyone around him. Jared squeezes lube onto his fingers and slides one into Jensen’s ass. Jensen bites off a moan at the sensation, and Jared kisses his neck to distract him. Jensen won’t be filming for another couple of months, but Jared doesn’t want to mark him in places he can’t hide without effort. He kisses a trail down Jensen’s chest to one nipple and takes it between his lips. He sucks at the tender flesh and flutters his tongue over the sensitive bud. Jensen gasps and throws his head back, the cords on his neck standing out. Jared adds another finger. Jensen’s starting to relax, although Jared can tell that it’s forced. He bites down gently on Jensen’s nipple and Jensen lets out a guttural shout. Jared starts to scissor his fingers and turns his attention to Jensen’s other nipple, coaxing it into hardness with the tip of his tongue. He gently grazes his teeth over the tip as he adds a third finger. Jensen’s panting now, his cheeks blazing red with exertion, and his hair is damp with sweat. Jared pumps his own cock a few times in preparation. “You ready?” asks Jared. “Fuck yeah,” rasps Jensen. Jared spread lube over his own cock before entering Jensen, who’s holding onto the handles of the swing for dear life. His thighs are spread wide and straining against the bonds. Jared steps up to Jensen and eases his cock into Jensen’s slick, waiting hole. Jensen gasps and hits his head against the door. “You alright?” “Yeah,” breathes Jensen. “Keep goin’.” Jared presses further into Jensen’s ass. The tip of his cock slides past the ring of muscle to hit the sweet spot, and Jensen cries out. A single tear slides past the bottom edge of the blindfold and Jared catches it with his tongue. Then he slips his tongue between Jensen’s lips and swallows his breathy gasps. He starts to fuck Jensen in earnest, not roughly, but hard enough that he’ll feel it tomorrow. He breaks the kiss to let Jensen breathe and sucks at the hollow of Jensen’s throat instead. Jensen’s starting to tense up, so Jared runs a hand up Jensen’s neck to cup the back of his neck and leans in close. “Relax, baby. I got you.” Jensen presses his forehead against Jared’s. Jared rubs the back of his neck tenderly as he continues to plunder Jensen’s ass. Jensen’s gripping the handles of the swing so tightly that his fingernails have cut into his palms and blood has seeped around the edge. Jared gently eases Jensen’s fingers away from his palms and entwines his fingers with Jensen’s. “You’re okay, you’re safe. You’re not gonna fall,” Jared assures him. “Trust me.” “I do,” breathes Jensen. Jared kisses both of Jensen’s scratched palms and then presses his lips to Jensen’s in a gentle caress. Jensen goes rigid and Jared realizes that he’s on the brink. He hits the sweet spot once, twice, and a third time, and Jensen shoots his load all over Jared’s abs. Jared thrusts a few more times before he achieves his own release and slowly, carefully, pulls out. He then pulls the blindfold off and lets Jensen look at him. “Holy shit,” gasps Jensen. “That was—fuckin’ hot.” “You liked that?” Jensen nods, still panting hard enough to make speaking difficult. “I’ve never….done anything….like that.” “Well, maybe next time I’ll let you string me up,” says Jared with a smirk. Jensen raises an eyebrow. “You think it would hold?” “It’s supposed to.” Jared kisses Jensen, but it’s sweet, not salacious. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?” “I’m game if you are.” Jared runs his fingers through Jensen’s sweat-soaked hair. “I guess it’s only fair.”

#j2 au #j2 fanfic #j2 #365daysofj2 #military au

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