#nexus fanfiction

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I got silly goofy again with more NeXus characters. Anyway: Cher & Sherlock character study that got away from me and ended up being just over 2500 words

(the fic can also be found on ao3)

The clock ticked on the wall. There was the occasional shout of laughter from outside the apartment. Cher sat at the table, shoulders rigid, fingers tapping the wood beneath them impatiently. The wood was smooth under their arm, the back of the chair digging into their shoulder blades. They wanted to keep moving. They wanted out of here. They wanted to keep everyone safe.

Cher was dropped off at Alonzo’s and his partner’s place to be babysat, despite what Uriah told them. He said it was for their safety but they felt Uriah didn’t trust them, or that he thought they couldn’t take care of themselves. It was humiliating. Not to mention this was probably putting the lovers out of their way just to be there with them. They did not want to do that to them. Cher was not worth the amount of effort the two vampires were putting into them.

Suddenly, a mug was placed before them, snapping Cher out of their thoughts. Owl, what Cher has taken to calling Alonzo’s partner, took the seat across from them, a matching mug in their hands. They were silent, not looking at Cher. Their fingers stopped tapping. They couldn’t help but analyze the situation, Owl’s body language, the way they kept their eyes on the mug in their hands, the mug that was left suspended between the two of them. But Owl just fucking sat there.

The silence lasted for a few more moments

“It’s just hot chocolate, I’m not trying to kill you,” Owl said, those piercing eyes finally glancing at them. “Thought you might like something to do than just sitting here.”

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours,” Cher asked.

Owl opened their mouth, presumably to quip back, but stopped themselves. “Sleeping. He’s running himself ragged over this case.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Cher knew that the case Alonzo was running after was connected to them and the magical world. It was dangerous to have him this close. Cher knew that. Uriah knew it. And they were sure Owl knew it too.

“I do what I can,” Owl said with a shrug. They took a sip out of their mug before continuing. “I keep him safe. That’s all I need. But, I came in here to check on you. Not Alonzo.”

“I don’t need to be checked on-”

“I’d beg to differ,” Owl cut them off, leaning forward and resting their elbows on the table. “You’re in a bad situation, in a stranger's house, being watched like you are some flight risk. You sat at this kitchen table the whole time because you couldn’t bring yourself to sit in the living room,” they started counting on their fingers as they continued, to prove their point, “You haven’t asked for food, or water, or even for the damn bathroom. And you’re doing this to yourself because you feel like if you get too comfortable it would put us in danger. That it would undermine the struggle and pain you put yourself and your pack through just to keep them safe. You’re ready to fight, to run, if the moment calls for it.”

The air was still between them. Cher was stunned silent, and Owl was still looking at them. How those eyes of theirs were natural would be beyond them. There was the smallest smirk on Owl’s face. A self-assured, cocky smile, as if they knew they were right before they even spoke.

“Am I close?” Owl asked, voice dipping quieter.

Cher didn’t say anything, but they did drag the steaming mug toward them.

“That’s what I thought,” Owl said, smiling.

“You’re not getting anything out of me,” Cher warned.

“Never said I wanted to,” Owl said. “However, I took the risk of assuming you wouldn’t mind some company.”

“I like being alone.”

Owl scoffed into their drink, “Sure, Cheri.”

“What is that for,” Cher demanded.

“Nothing, nothing,” Owl said, holding their hands up, “pardon me if I think that a wolf likes being alone is a little absurd.”

“It’s not uncommon.”

“I guess not. But seeing you interact with Zachary, coupled with the fact that I know you have a pack, tells me otherwise. You are a protector, Cheri, whether you like it or not.”

Cher huffed, rolling their eyes. “Say what you want. This was needed.”

“Of course it was. Someone came after you, and you didn’t want the pack getting hurt. You haven’t stopped since Washington, and I’m assuming you’re not all too pleased about how long you’ve spent here.”

“What do you know,” Cher said, annoyed.

“More than you give me credit for,” Owl shrugged, but still there was an edge to their tone and Cher could tell that Owl didn’t like their experience undermined. “When will you start accepting that we can hold our own around here?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Owl said, sipping at their drink.

“What do you mean by that?” Cher asked, painfully clutching the mug, warmth seeping deeper into their bones.

“I mean,” Owl drawled, as if explaining it to a child, fingers messing with the rim of their cup in a bored manner, “Uriah would never have harboured you if he thought you were a genuine threat, no matter how much he says he doesn’t trust you. Whether that be you or whatever storm you’re dragging along with you.”

Cher didn’t answer, curling in on themselves. They still didn’t like being here, especially now that Owl was reading them like an open book. Was this just something that vampires could do? Or were Uriah and Owl special?

Owl sighed, relaxing back in their chair. “Listen, I’m not here to interrogate you,” they said. “I just want to talk.”

“We are talking,” Cher snipped.

“Normal talking,” Owl clarified. “Small talk.”

“Why do you want to talk with me?” Cher asked.

“Honestly? Cause you’re interesting,” Owl said genuinely. “You’re a puzzle that I can’t quite figure out. I want to know what makes you tick, Cheri.”

Cher’s mind flashed through the worst outcomes of this situation. Owl could use this against them, or get something about their pack out of them, putting them in danger. Cher wouldn’t be able to stop them from here if they were to put something together. But, a smaller part of Cher’s brain chastised them for it. What was Owl going to do? They were with Uriah, and he was proving himself to be trustworthy. If something was to go wrong, it wouldn’t be because of them.

Cher took a deep breath, “What do you want to know?”

Owl sat there for a moment, staring at the drink in their hands. “You miss home?”

Cher almost changed the subject. However, their silence drew Owl’s eyes again, and they couldn’t stay quiet with the curiosity that burned behind them. Maybe they understood why Alonzo fell in love with them.

“Greatly,” Cher whispered, “every damn day I’m gone.”

“What do you miss most?”

“My pack.”

Owl chuckled, “Naturally. I don’t know why I asked that. You got a big one?”

Cher shrugged. “One could say that, sure. I never really keep track. We’re already a few generations deep.”

“Damn, that must be hard to manage,” Owl commented.

“It is what it is,” Cher sighed, “most of them aren’t old enough to participate in the logistical side of things.”

“And I thought Zach was a handful,” Owl commented, taking a moment to take a sip of their drink.

“Do you consider him a child?” Cher asked.

“In some ways,” Owl said. “He isn’t terribly young in human years, but he is new to vampirism. I can have adult conversations with him and then have to scold him for something stupid five seconds later.”

Cher chuckled, “Fuck, don’t I know what that’s like.”

“You got ones like that?”

“More than I can count,” Cher groaned. “Love them all to death, but I question how any of them are still alive.”

“I get that.”

“You have anyone other than Zach and Uriah?” Cher asked.

“Lump Alonzo into that group and that’s all I got, in some ways,” Owl shrugged, “the rest of the people I know I wouldn’t consider family the way I do them.”

“You’ve built a nice life with them, huh,” Cher commented, not unkindly.

“I sure have.”

Cher could relate, but they didn’t say that out loud. Owl didn’t need to know their connection to their pack ran that deep. It was bad enough they knew as much as they did.

“Do you want to see some pictures?”

“Pictures?” Cher repeated, confused.

“Of me and Uriah from earlier in our lives,” Owl clarified, “I can let you look through the old photo albums while I update the current one.”

They would let Cher do that? Look at something that, they’d assume, was important to Owl? To them all? One part of Cher felt like they were overstepping something. But, how could they when they were invited to do so? Was it an invitation, or a test? Could they-

“I see smoke coming out of your ears, Cheri,” Owl teased with a chuckle. “I’m asking you if you would like to. This isn’t something you need to overthink. Just a simple yes or no will do.”

“I would like to,” Cher responded, surprising themself.

Owl smiled genuinely. “That’s what I thought. Come with me,” they stood from the table, grabbing their mug before making their way out of the kitchen. Cher hesitated for a moment before following suit.

Owl had placed a few coasters on a side table beside the couch before moving across the room to a fairly full bookshelf. “Feel free to sit anywhere,” they said over their shoulder, fingers running along the spines of the albums.

Cher looked around for a second, taking in their surroundings. There was a couch and a few armchairs that encircled a small coffee table, end tables between the pieces of furniture. Cher hesitantly perched at the edge of the couch, on the side closest to the preset coasters. If anyone looked at them they were sure they’d see the tension that was currently residing in their whole body. However, they didn’t get to think about that much, as Owl was already turning around with two albums and a small decorative box in their hands.

“This one is one of my oldest,” Owl said, holding out the more tattered album. “It’s from a couple of decades ago. It’s not the oldest, but we sure were different people back then. Younger. More naive.”

“More naive?” Cher asked, placing their mug down to take the book from Owl.

“Mhm,” Owl hummed. “You never really stop growing, even as vampires. You learn and experience things you never would have if you were human. Gives you an ongoing update on how you view life around you.”

“How old are you guys?” Cher asked.

“Aw, come on now, Cheri, it’s rude to ask people their age,” Owl teased.

Owl turned back to what they were doing, leaving Cher to slowly flip through the book open on their lap. They saw countless pictures of Owl and Uriah in different locations, smiling their widest and looking happy. The descriptions beneath each gave context as to what was going on. There were a few where one was not as happy as the other, in the wake of a prank that was less than pleasant. Seeing the two of them like this made Cher’s heart squeeze. They missed their family.

They got to a picture of Uriah, his back to the camera, at the edge of a lake. The description didn’t give much away, just revealing when the picture was taken, and Cher turned the book around to show Owl.

“What was going on here?” Cher asked, tapping the picture.

Owl glanced up from their work, smiling when they recognized what they were looking at. “There’s a whole story behind that picture,” they said. “You wanna hear?”

Cher nodded, placing the book back on their lap to pay attention.

That’s how they spent the rest of their night. Listening to Owl tell these stories, fuelled by the pictures that Cher would point out. The silence was comfortable between them in between stories as Owl worked and Cher browsed the pictures. The two of them continue to share drinks, and laughs, and Cher would even offer the occasional story about their pack.

This was comfortable, Cher realized, not sure if they were more spooked or surprised by the fact. Owl genuinely did seem to want to get to know them, despite knowing the time that they would share would be temporary. Cher wondered if Owl felt the same way, or if it was different for them.

Later in the night, when the album updating was done, Cher found themselves relaxed on the couch, enjoying the conversation that they were having with Owl. It had been hours since Uriah dropped them off, but they were okay with that. They liked being with Owl. They were nice and seemed to sense when they were getting skittish about a topic, changing the subject soon after. Cher felt like if they met under different circumstances they would have been fast friends.

There was a noise behind them and Cher tensed immediately, spinning around. Uriah stood behind them, as if he was there the whole time. Cher let out a breath, scowling at the man. “Do you not knock?” they scolded.

“This house is just as much mine as it is theirs,” Uriah said.

“You knew who you left with me, Ry,” Owl commented, the slightest edge to their voice. Cher didn’t expect the vampire to stick up for them. “It is good manners to knock.”

Uriah didn’t answer them, turning back to Cher. “Let’s go,” they said, “we need to get back.”

Cher almost talked back, but stopped themselves, biting their tongue harshly. They got up without a word, brushing past her on their way to the door.

“I will see you later,” Uriah said to Owl.

“Uriah,” Owl stopped him. Their voice dipped quieter as they continued, but Cher could still hear them. “They’re a good person, Uriah. I promise you.”

“I know that,” Uriah said.

“I’m just saying. I know how skittish you’ve been around them. Treating them like a loaded gun.”

“Would you disagree?”

“Yes.”

Cher paused, caught off guard by the sincerity behind the vampire’s voice. Did they mean that?

Uriah was also quiet for a few moments, and Cher believed there was some kind of silent conversation going on between them. “You mean that?”

“Every word,” Owl promised. “Just… just get to know them. You’ll see. You know they won't hurt us already, but they aren’t as dangerous as you make them out to be.”

“I’ll see what happens.”

There was a soft sigh from Owl, and then they said, “Thank you. Have a safe trip, Uriah.”

“I will.”

Uriah was beside them a few moments later, and he seemed to be a bit more relaxed. Uriah opened the door, stepping aside and motioning for them to go through. “After you, mon cheri.”

Cher ducked their head as they passed by, face heating up at Uriah’s eyes boring into them.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Uriah asked when they were alone.

“Something like that,” Cher replied, not looking at him.

#NeXus #nexus fanfiction #plutonium_fanfiction #ask anyone in the server this took me SO LONG to write #it’s actually a crime how long it took #but also it got done for Lav’s birthday and honestly? counting that as a win and if anyone asks it was in purpose /j #i think i know how to write my own listeners now which is good and was in fact the goal of this exercise #but there’s something about it that imma refrain from commenting on until i sleep on it for a few days

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Friends, fans, freaks, help me out. Share EVERYTHING about how you think the Battle Nexus and Big Mama’s businesses work

Any headcanons about the structure/technology (like about her door that looks Very Krang-Like and what that might mean), your fanfic or your favorite fanfic that has the nexus as a significant plot point and/or goes into detail about how the place is managed, stuff you picked up from canon that gives hints on how Big Mama operates (like that chest covered in bones that her turtle assistant handed her), literally anything and everything you can think of!

If you know anything about economy that would be super helpful too, you should infodump about that as far as its relevant to Big Mama (pleeease)

#almost everything Big Mama does has the end goal of “THIS WILL BE PERFECT FOR MY BATTLE NEXUS 🕷🕷🕷” #but then there was that episode where Leo says her business is obviously on Tough Times #she even said so herself when she stooped to forcing one of her hotel staff into fighting in the nexus #sidenot: she traffiks ppl right?? like when she straight up kidnapped Lou Jitsu and then the turtles #or is it more likely that they were outliers and she usually blackmails ppl into participating or something?? #anyways yeah how is she in business and how does she keep it running #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #big mama #big mama tmnt #rottmnt big mama #battle nexus #rottmnt battle nexus #rottmnt fandom #rottmnt fanfiction #turtle thoughts

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Chapter 3 of Until I Found You has been posted!

Raphael catches a suspicious character with a stolen brooch…

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The Battle of the Multiverse Part 1

Summary: The enemy has arrived.

A/N: Hello! This story is almost complete! Thank you everyone for following along on this journey! I have loved all of the reactions on the posts and I hope you enjoy!

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Not a single member wakes up until well into the next day. Their bodies desperately needed the rest. Although the Nexus beings cannot get as drunk as they had the night before with normal alcohol a mortal being were to consume, the beverages you provided the Nexus were not made for any mere mortal. In fact, the few non-Nexus that are on the team that wanted the challenge got wasted off of a sip of the stuff. 

Luckily, none of the Nexus are tired or hungover. In fact, they haven't been this energized and alert since the failed recruiting mission. Since they began to only live and breathe training. Since they were too afraid to sleep, not wanting to witness another one of themselves dying. Since they lost most of their simulations. 

You and Wanda are among the last few to come out of their rooms. With your night being the only one interrupted, you and your wife are the only ones tired. You want to warn them. But figured it was no use. They know what they signed up for.  You don't need to remind them of what’s at risk. 

Everyone greets the two of you with suspicious smirks, taking notice of your late arrival and tired eyes. You shake your head at Thor and Carol for their insinuating brow raises as you take your seat next to Wanda. Though they weren't wrong, they didn't need to know that. Wanda leans her head on your shoulder and you wish the two of you were safely at home, snuggling on the couch, watching some bad reality show. But you can’t dwell on that too much. It was just another reason to fight to win. 

“Alright, team,” Raven claps her hands as she starts the meeting. She has everyone pay attention to a monitor playing the last unsuccessful run through of the plan. You make notes of actions you could have done better and mark a few things down of your teammates as well. But, you keep most of your focus on yourself because at the end of the day, that’s the only person you need to worry about making mistakes. 

A loud explosion outside catches everyone’s attention. Raven stops the stream and looks around the room. “Where’s Jean?” She looks at the faces around the room as she realizes she hadn’t noticed her friend's absence. Another loud explosion has most of the people in the room running to the nearest window to find the source. 

“It’s the cannons I set up to warn us of her arrival,” Vision says, still sitting in his seat. “She’s here.” He rises and scans the room for his device. “Raven,” he pulls out the broken device from where it had been hidden after being destroyed. 

“What is that?” You ask as you look at the odd object in the robot's hand. 

“Where the hell is Jean?” Raven shouts as she makes it across the room before Carol stops her. 

“We’ll send someone to find her, but right now, we need you to lead us,” Carol says with both hands on the woman's shoulders. 

Raven shakes her head, “You don’t understand, I need to find her. Before she does something stupid.” 

“I’ll go find her,” Carol volunteers, she wastes no time in running out the door and starts the search for the Phoenix. 

Raven clears her mind, she couldn’t let herself get stuck on what Jean possibly did. For all she knows, a few of the Asgardians found it and played with it like it was a toy. It couldn’t have been Jean. She wouldn’t do that. Right? Another cannon goes off and it springs the shapeshifter into action. “Vision, get the forcefield ready. We want her trapped with us as much as possible.” 

“Already on it, once she is in the perimeter, it will activate,” Vision confirms. 

“Thor, get your army outside and ready to fight,” Raven turns to the God. He marches out of the room to get his people to the frontlines. “Everyone else, get in your positions. You know what you need to do.” 

You look at Wanda and swallow hard. This is why you had the nightmare last night. It wasn’t a warning to quit. It was a warning of her arrival. Wanda squeezes your hand, knowing exactly what was on your mind. You aren’t ready for this. It can’t be happening. The Scarlet Witch can’t be here already. What had kept her away this long? Why did it have to be today?

Carol returns on her own with wide eyes, “Okay, don’t be alarmed–”

“Where is she?” Raven shouts.

“She wasn’t in her room, I couldn’t find her anywhere,” Carol admits. 

The blonde woman shuts her eyes, there wasn’t time for this. They had to continue on without her. Trust that she would pull through. Trust that her friend knew what she was doing. “We have to go on without her. Simon,” she summons the Wonderman forward. “Do you think you can take Jean’s position?” 

“Yes ma’am,” then he hesitates, his skill set isn’t Jean's, he might not be able to cover her position properly. But there wasn’t time to go looking for her. He had to step up. 

“Good, now go. We don't know how much time we have to execute the plan,” as Raven says this, there is a massive explosion outside that shakes the building. “Vision,” she turns to the synthezoid rapidly typing away on his supercomputer. 

“She obliterated one of the cannons,” he informs. “We have to move fast.” 

With his superhuman speed, Simon runs out of the building and goes to the position that he knows. Doing what he trained for. Not remembering how vital Jean’s role was in his part. With Jean missing from the lineup, the Scarlet Witch sweeps away most of the Asgaurdian army with a deadly wave of her hand and lands right in front of Wonder Man. The man keeps a strong stance, preparing himself to go against everything he believes. Everything he once knew in his heart. He never hurt the Wanda he knew, and to have to hurt this woman felt wrong. She tilts her head with a smirk, hearing the battle in his mind. She knows about the love he once shared with her variant. Knows how heartbroken he was when she ultimately left him. 

Simon raises his fists, preparing to emit an ionic energy blast. The purple energy glows in bright strings, wrapping around his arms and meeting full force at his knuckles. His eyes glow as he winds up and pushes his fist out. She stops his punch with her hand causing him to break every bone in his. The man hasn’t felt this sort of pain since he gained his powers. Part of his abilities is that he heals rapidly, but something she must’ve done prevents that from happening. She towers over him as he falls to the ground after facing the full force of his own power blast. 

There are weapons and arrows being flung and fired at the Scarlet Witch, but she pays no attention as they are unable to pierce her skin. They either break or bounce off of her magic shield. Those that bounce off impale a few of the  soldiers causing them to drop. Simon starts to crawl backwards away from the Scarlet Witch, almost pleading for his life. The corrupted woman takes delight in watching him struggle. She lifts him up by his throat. The red and black wisps of energy wrap tightly around his throat closing his airways. 

Simon tries to fight against her but every time he exhibits any kind of power, it weakens him. The Scarlet Witch prolongs the man's suffering as the black magic penetrates through his skin and fills his blood with a poison that paralyzes him and his abilities as she drains him of his energy. 

Thor flies in her direction, intending to knock her over with his hammer as he has done many times with enemies bigger than her and seemingly stronger. Except she is much stronger than she appears. While she lets her magic focus on Simon, the Scarlet Witch turns her attention to the God of Thunder just as fast as he was coming at her. She catches the top of the hammer at the palm of her hand, shocking the man that has never witnessed anyone with the capability. Before he can question her, lightning that is coursing through her the way it does him shoots out and destroys his hammer. Creating a massive blast that would throw him into the woods but instead his back hits the forcefield that Vision was successful in activating. 

What's remaining of Simon's body falls to the ground at the same moment Thor hits the ground and is knocked out from the impact. The Scarlet Witch grins as the army stands before her, ready to put up their best fight against her. Instead of killing each one of them with a snap of her finger or the bat of an eye, she instead raises the dead members and has them fight against the alive ones. The new zombies charge against the living army with a new strength stemming from the Scarlet Witch herself while she progresses further towards the building.  

Ghost Rider blocks her path next with a blazing wooly mammoth. He knocks over her undead army, but not the Scarlet Witch herself. She tilts her head ready to face him and his mammoth head on. 

From the window, seeing the effortless damage that the Scarlet Witch was causing you began to panic once again. You thought you could be okay fighting this with Wanda by your side, but you couldn’t. Not this time. You couldn’t gamble her life away like you almost had in the past. Grabbing the device you had arrived here with, you take Wanda and pull her to the side. “You have to go, now! This isn’t up for debate anymore.” You try to set the device to your universe but with the adrenaline pumping through your veins it was hard to remember what number you were. 

Wanda pulls her arm out of your grasp, “N-no, I'm doing this with y—”

“Wanda, listen to me!” You cut her off desperately and grab her shoulder. She needed to hear you, this time you wouldn’t let her stubbornness win. “I can't lose you, do you understand?” 

“I-I can't…” the words get stuck in your throat as she tries to argue but with the urgency in your voice and fear in your eyes, she can hardly get a sentence together. 

“Please, take this, and go home,” you grab her hand and place the device in her hand. Turning it on and making the platform appear for her. 

Before she goes, she gives you a desperate kiss. To remind you of everything you have to live for. Remind you of what will be waiting for you on the other side. To tell you everything there isn’t enough time for. “I'll see you soon,” she says as she takes a step back onto the platform. A loud explosion takes your attention away from the last sight you might have of your wife. You run off to throw yourself into the battle.

Making it into the building after slaughtering her way through, the Scarlet Witch searches for her target. This was the worst case scenario for the team. Jean is still nowhere to be seen, Raven is running around looking for her, you are hiding in the area you were meant to be if she made it inside the institution, Carol is next at the frontlines and Vision is still managing and protecting all of the devices. Storm thought a way to keep the Scarlet Witch occupied was to have the ground beneath her concave causing her to be in a twenty foot deep sinkhole. Ororo was an addition to the undead army before Scarlet Witch even made it out of the hole. Charles tried to reason with the woman that once was, but with no luck the demon that was taking over swiftly snapped his neck from inside his mind. Wolverine couldn't get close enough when he charged forward with his adamantium claws out. She made the metal inside of him melt, poisoning his bloodstream much faster than its initial course. Just for safety measures, she then manipulated the metal inside of him to form back into a solid state and expand until every piece of metal was ripping through his skin and bones. When it was clear there was no sign of life in him, she continued on. Thor met an unlucky fate when he attacked her from behind. She spun around and this time instead of going for the hammer, she went for his throat. She pulled his head off as easily as one would with a doll and crushed it like a soda can. 

Captain Marvel surprises her with a side attack. She wastes no time in punching her the entire way to the ground. Once the Scarlet Witch hits the ground, Carol digs her head into the hardwood floors. Tearing apart the wood and making a destructive path until the Scarlet Witch has enough and red energy bursts from her sending Carol flying off of her. 

“Evil does not suit you, Maximoff,” Carol rises from where the blast had sent her flying into a wall. She rolls her neck and shoulders as she gets ready to go head to head with the redheaded woman again.

The woman is impressed with Carol’s will to continue to fight but is annoyed by her observation. The Scarlet Witch thought this woman's interpretation of evil suited her very well. She enjoyed her current position, finally she was close to having it all without losing it ever again. “It appears that you don't know me very well,” Wanda says as she quietly beckons a vehicle from the parking lot with her magic and takes slow intimidating steps towards Captain Marvel.  

Although she can see the physical resemblance, Carol does not recognize this woman at all. She could be seen as broken beyond repair but Carol had to try. She had to prove herself wrong. Her life depends on it. The universe depends on it. “Wrong,” she starts in a strong tone. “You're my best friend,” her voice softens to appear genuine, but is still confident. Certain that this is the same person she knows and that she could bring her back to who she once was. Find the reasoning in her. Find her friend Wanda. 

This doesn’t make the Scarlet Witch think twice as she strikes her so-called friend with the first vehicle. “Good, then. It means you'll be easier to kill.” One vehicle after another tries to pin Carol down but none of them successfully hit her. Which bores the Scarlet Witch. She was far too powerful to be wasting her time with destroying property to kill someone. She wanted a real fight. So, after the last car is incinerated by the Captain, the witch makes a deadly rope of magic and swings it at her. Carol is thrown off with the first swing and barely dodges it. However, it does cut through the fabric on the suit of her shoulder and burn her skin. The second time Scarlet Witch swings, Captain Marvel catches the rope and sends a powerful photon blast through it. Sending the other woman clear across the hall. 

Scarlet Witch rises with a sinister smirk. “Game on,” she whispers as she hovers in the air. Carol mimics this and floats in the air as well. The two stare at each other with glowing eyes and angry glares before they both charge forward. Their fists charge up with as much energy as they can handle to use. When they meet in the middle it causes a massive explosion that destroys part of the building. The two women that have been blown away from each other are both buried under the contents of the structure. 

Carol makes it out first and tries to locate the Scarlet Witch before she can get out. Unfortunately, she wasn’t careful with her step and a hand with blackened fingertips shoots out and pulls her back under the rubble. The Scarlet Witch tries to tap into Carol’s mind and convince her that she is drowning. But the helmet on her prevents anyone from breaking into her mind. It was a gift from her best friend, to protect her. 

From his control room, Vision finds Jean running in from the garden and with the communication program he connects to Raven’s earpiece to inform her. The shapeshifter cannot be bothered as she holds her breath waiting to see if Carol is another one of the Scarlet Witch's victims or not. 

She fills with relief as the witch is thrown out with the Captain flying up with her glowing fist ahead of her. She knows that she shouldn't run in. She knows she should find Jean. But she can't just stand here and watch and hope for the best outcome. Seeing as Carol is the only one fighting, the odds weren't in their favor.  Thinking on her feet, Raven transforms herself into a version of Pietro Maximoff that she was familiar with. Not aware that he wasn't an identical variant. 

“Wanda! Please, stop!” Raven calls out in Peter’s voice. The witch pauses in crushing Carol's throat. She looks over and tilts her head at the new presence. “You don't have to keep doing this!”

The Scarlet Witch drops the gasping body to the ground. Carol coughs up blood as she catches her breath. “Why should I stop?” The woman asks as she glides closer to Raven. 

“Because, sister, I'm begging you to,” Peter pleads desperately. 

The Scarlet Witch casts her eyes down with a sorrowful expression. “I’m so sorry,” she starts as she gets closer to the man. “That you think I would fall for your silly tricks,” she raises her hand out before her and chokes Raven with her deadly strings of magic. Razor sharp spikes penetrate the shapeshifter's skin in order to control her abilities to reveal her true form.  “I should thank you though, for doing the hard work for me. You would not believe how difficult it is to find one Nexus Being let alone six of the most powerful.” 

“Please,” Raven chokes out as she begs for her life. She manages to catch Carol's eye and the Nexus finds the strength to get up again. She charges her fists, ready to break Raven free. 

“Oh alright,” the Scarlet Witch sighs, “I won't make you suffer.” Without so much as a twitch of her fingers, she orders her magic to twist Raven's neck.

“NO!” Carol shouts as she tries to stop the woman but it's too late. By the time she reaches them, all she can do is catch Raven's body before it hits the ground. “I’m so sorry,” Carol says through her tears as she holds the cold blue body in her arms. She doesn't have any time to mourn as she is quickly reminded of the goal. Kill the Scarlet Witch. She lifts her head to glare at her target with glowing eyes as she prepares her body to exert every ounce of her powers as possible. 

Carol lets the body fall as she rises and takes steps towards the witch. Screaming at the top of her lungs she launches all of her power at the redheaded woman. Vision drops in behind the witch to help Carol weaken her. Unfortunately, while it does harm the Scarlet Witch, she was able to more easily absorb their powers until it was just her standing with two more bodies added to her count. Leaving you and Jean as the last to put an end to this once and for all. 

“Finally,” she says breathlessly as you and Jean arrive at the same time.“All of this,” she gestures to the destruction, “Could have been avoided if the two of you weren't so damn hard to find.” You clench your jaw and glance at Jean, believing it could have been avoided had she not done something and gone missing. You still weren't certain if she was the reason why the enemy had arrived when she did. But you know that her hiding away when she was an important part of the plan is her fault entirely.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jean asks. 

The Scarlet Witch doesn't waste time with words. She tests out her new abilities by hitting Jean with a photon blast. Luckily, Jean is able to deflect it with a forcefield of her own and strike back with a power blast of her own. The Scarlet Witch redirects it to you and you manage to catch it and charm it so that it only hits the enemy. When it does, she is unable to absorb it and is knocked down for a second. 

The three continue to fight while Wanda hides behind one of the few remaining walls in the destroyed area of the building. She is struggling to figure out where she can insert herself into the fight where it will be most effective. She only has one shot at this. She isn’t nearly as strong and powerful as the rest of her team was. But she is hoping none of that matters in the long run. She takes a step forward to jump at her more powerful variant as she is currently being pinned down by you and Jean. 

Then suddenly, everything goes dark.

The Scarlet Witch

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[seraphim-writes]

Hi, Can you do rise boys x reader that one day when they are on a mission the reader takes their mystic weapon and uses it with the villan ?

Treacherous little thing pt 1.

ROTTMNT boys x GN!reader

Warnings: Violence, cursing

It was late at night and the turtles were on their way to a new location where ooze-squitos were spotted. You followed closely behind them. This new location was a ballroom where the Halloween costume ball was be held.

“It could be disastrous if that many people were mutated!” They all had nodded in agreement. Luckily you had been the one to tell them of this new location.

You had a plan. You tried your best to remain inconspicuous. The turtles eventually arrived at the building. Leonardo smirked “We’ll have a ball.” The group, including you groaned in agony.

“We need to blend in, that means no weapons visible boys. We don’t need authorities called.” You grimaced slightly at the thought.

“Where do you suggest we put them?” Donatello said flatly.

“We’ll my soft-shelled friend, I know an easily accessible spot.” You pointed to a back door and waved them on to follow suit. Walking inside you lead them to a small janitor’s closet. Opening the dimly lit closet you noticed it was empty. “Perfect! And it’s right next to the ball room!” You cheered. Focusing your vision on the leader you smiled patiently waiting for them to give in. Raphael chuckled shrugging and begins tossing his weapons lightly inside.

“Great idea Y/N !” That was easier than you thought. The others soon tossed in the rest of their weapons.

“Let’s go scout out the area.” You suggested.

“Yeah let’s go!” Michelangelo cheered running off into the ballroom. You followed closely behind him as the others followed you. As you entered the ballroom Donatello gave a suspicious look in your direction.

Was he onto you?

Eventually some time had passed, and the turtles closely investigated the ballroom. Luckily, they had blended in passing off their appearances as costumes. You had gone as a old timey spy, trench coat, earpiece and all.

Suddenly your earpiece rang.

“Oh, my swifilty servant are you there?” Taking this as a signal you stepped back into the hallway quietly and began heading towards the janitor’s closet.

“Yes Big mama.”

“Good good, now do you have the package?”

“Grabbing it now.” You grabbed the weapons, your hands buzzed with the feeling the mystical powers residing within them. You grinned. This is it . Huddling a small mass of weapons in your right arm, you took Leo’s sword in your left hand. Repeating what you had learned from Leonardo you swirled a circle around your body a portal to Big mama’s office formed and transported you immediately to her.

“ Y/N ! Oh goodie! I see you have no problem using the wippity weapons! You’ll make a good fighter in my battle nexus!” You nodded confirming the fact you knew how to use them and were indeed ready to fight in the battle nexus. You could hear foot steps approaching.

“Where are they?”

“I knew we shouldn’t have trusted them!”

“Cmon Donnie it couldn’t have been them.”

“Don’t be naive Raph!”

Shit! They were onto you, the door swung open. Raphael’s eyes widened in surprise. All but Donatello we’re surprised actually.

“Y/N?! Big Mama?! What are you two doing with our weapons?”

“Sorry boys it’s nothing personal, just trying to get my paycheck.”

“Oooh you’ll see! When you’ll have to fight for them in the bittlety battle nexus!”

“Oh that’s easy ! We can beat anyone you throw at us.” Leonardo laughed putting a hand on his hip. Raphael nodded in agreement .

“Even against Y/N ?” Big mama giggled.

“WHAT!?” The boys gasped in unison.

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[nexusofdomains]

My Writeblr Introduction

Greetings, folks. You may call me Lucian. I am an autistic adult. I write in English, but I am learning German, so I will eventually write in German as well as in English. My writing journey began on August 5th, 2020, when I began drafting "Jaggedshadow's Vengeance", which was titled "A Raven Calls, Wind Answers" at the time (more on that later). I write fantasy, sci-fi, adventure, fanfic, flash fiction, and other genres. I plan to get into writing hurt/comfort, realistic fiction, and suspense. I may try to write romance, horror, and historical fiction.

My interests, especially when it comes to writing, lie in government, magic and magic systems; weaponry, the fae, folklore, anthropomorphic animals, fantastical materials, birds in general but corvids in particular, armor, werefolk, and many other topics.

I'm developing fantastical worlds three: Kello, Ouroboros, and Nexus. Kello, as its name suggests (kello is Finnish for clock or time), is a disk-shaped world ringed by two wall-like mountain ranges. It has magitech and a myriad of different fantastical creatures inhabit it. Ouroboros is an earth-sized torus world. Anthropomorphic black-footed cats, humans, and a myriad of creatures from European and North American mythologies inhabit it. It is high fantasy. Nexus is a planet, slightly larger than earth, with planetary rings orbiting its equator. Magitech is becoming prevalent, and much of Nexus is undergoing an industrial revolution due to the discovery of a name-pending magical synthetic crystalline material that can power machinery. Humans, anthropomorphic animals, and mythological creatures (some of which I'm putting my own spin on) inhabit Nexus.

I am working on various WiPs in various states:

WiP 004 “Storm of Light” 

CWiP 006 “Setting Sun” 

CWiP 008 “A Story to tell” 

WiP 009 “Phoenix Ritual” 

WiP 019 “[Sentinel]” 

“Storm of Light” is a major rewrite of “A Storm of Light”, a short story I set in Nexus. “A Storm of Light”, is based on a personal narrative essay I wrote for my composition class last year. It is pending writing. “Setting Sun” is a Star Wars fanfic set in the Old Republic era. It is pending a considerable rewrite. It follows a shistavanen named Ilta, as she runs afoul of a pirate crew. “A Story to Tell” is currently a flash fiction story about a dragon defending his territory. I will rewrite it into a short story to expand upon its themes and increase the tension. Set in Nexus, “Phoenix Ritual” is a short story about a group of friends seeking immortality. “Sentinel” is a novel I'm developing. It is about a group of werewolves in Ouroboros, who are escaping religious extremist knights. 

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[mune-moonwatcher]

Die Farbe Blau

Rockets Erlebnis im Nexus

von KIP SUPERNOVA

I.

Schon immer habe ich mich gefragt, was ich wohl ihm Nexus erleben würde.

Zur Erklärung: Der Nexus ist ein Energieband, das durch das Universum streift und als Übergang zu einem anderen Ort bekannt ist, der angeblich das Paradies sein soll: Die tiefsten und sehnsüchtigsten Wünsche und Träume werden dort wahr. Man ist quasi unsterblich, denn die Zeit bedeutet dort nichts. Man ist praktisch für alle Ewigkeiten innerhalb des Glückes und der Zufriedenheit.

Nun zu mir: Ich bin ein Piraten Waschbär und heiße Rocket. Nun, so nennt man mich jedenfalls. Ich bin mal hier und mal da und habe eigentlich kaum ein Ziel in meinem Leben. So ist es zumindest jetzt … es war nicht immer so, aber lasst mich von Vorne beginnen.

Als ich noch ein sehr jungen Waschbär war, sah ich ihn zum ersten Mal: den blauen, verrückten Bären. Ein Künstler, Lebenskünstler und Frohnatur. Sein Name: Augusto Gummibär. Ja, ihr habt richtig gelesen: Er war ein Gummibär.

Auch hier wieder zur Erklärung: Die Gummibären sind fiktive Fabelwesen, die neben Kobolden, Drachen und Ungeheuern mit den Menschen zusammen in einer fiktiven Welt leben. Im Gegensatz zu den Menschen besitzen die Gummibären erstaunliche Kenntnisse in vielen Bereichen wie Technologie, Naturwissenschaften, Kunst und sind auch in der Lage, zu Zaubern. Aus Neid und Missgunst entbrannte einst ein Krieg zwischen den Menschen und den Gummibären, was das an sich friedliche Volk der Bären zur Flucht vor den Menschen zwang. Nach vielen, vielen Jahren wurden die Gummibären zum Mythos, dann zum Märchen.

So weit, so gut, zurück zu Gusto, wie "Freunde ihn nennen dürfen" laut seiner Aussage. Ich sah ihn, und war sofort verliebt. Ich ließ keine Folge der Geschichten über die Gummibären aus, und jede einzelne Folge, wo Gusto vorkam, war für mich ein wahres Fest! Mein Herz klopfte wild, ich war aufgeregt, empfand stets Freude und Erregung zugleich.

Ich sah mir jede Folge immer genau an, und versuchte stets Gustos Aussehen in meinen Gedanken zu speichern, denn nach jeder Folge setzte ich mich an den Schreibtisch, und zeichnete ihn. Zu Beginn war dies sehr mühselig. Ich war noch ein Kind und hatte kaum Ahnung davon, wie man richtig zeichnete. Doch mein Wille, ein Bild von Gusto zu haben, spornte mich an, es immer und immer wieder zu versuchen, bis es mir schließlich gelang. Hier sollte erwähnt werden, denn zu dieser Zeit weder die Möglichkeit bestand, eine Gummibären-Folge auf Video aufzuzeichnen, geschweige denn, "fertige" Bilder oder Fotos von den Gummibären irgendwo zu erstehen. Es gab noch kein Internet, keine "Fanart" oder sonstige Möglichkeiten, sich schnell Bilder zu beschaffen.

Trotzdem - oder gerade deshalb - war dies eine sehr intensive, schöne Zeit! In meinen Träumen besuchte ich Gusto hinter seinem Wasserfall, ich feierte auf Gummadoon mit den anderen Bären große Feste oder malte riesige Bilder zusammen mit dem blauen Bären mit dem roten Halstuch und den Sandalen.

In diesen Träumen waren Gusto und ich immer öfter alleine. Bis sie sogar regelrecht romantisch wurden: Gemeinsam den Sonnenuntergang betrachten, zu zweit essen und dabei lustige Geschichten austauschen, oder einfach Trost finden. Ja … wenn ich in der realen Welt traurig war, stellte ich mir immer vor, dass Gusto mich trösten würde.

Schließlich kam jedoch das, was im Leben eines jedem von uns passiert: Man wird älter. Es gab irgendwann keine neuen Geschichten mehr über die Gummibären; die letzte Folge war zu Ende, die Geschichten waren zu Ende erzählt, und Gusto war weg.

Anfangs besuchte ich ihn noch in meinen Träumen, die jedoch zunehmend im Nebel der Vergessenheit verschwanden. Statt dessen trat etwas anderes zu Tage: Piraten!

Der Drang, ein Pirat sein zu wollen wurde von Tag zu Tag immer größer. Alles begann harmlos mit einer Geschichte über ein Piraten, dem ein übles Missgeschick widerfuhr. Ich fand dies ganz amüsant, aber ein intensives, freudiges Erlebnis wie bei den Gummibären bescherte es mir nicht. Vielmehr keimte in mir der Wunsch, als Pirat stark, mutig und rücksichtlos mir einfach das zu holen, was ich wollte. Es gab immer wieder andere Waschbären, die mir das Leben schwer machten. Doch nicht einem Piraten! Ich wendete mich schließlich gänzlich von den Gummibären ab und folgte fortan den Piraten.

Im Laufe der Jahre begegnete ich immer wieder Wesen mit blauer Haut oder blauem Fell: Da war Pock, der blaue Höhlengoblin und sein Vetter, Jig. Dann sah ich Mune, den Faun und Wächter des Mondes, und nicht zu Letzt die Wesen von Planet Baab: Aliens mit blauer Haut aber ohne Nase.

Obwohl ich inzwischen ein Pirat geworden war, war ich doch immer wieder von blauen Wesen fasziniert, und ich begegnete latent immer wieder Gusto, der mich in meinen Träumen dazu animierte, zu zeichnen und Geschichten zu schreiben. Was ich auch tat und immer noch mache. Unglücklicherweise habe ich nie auch nur eine Zeile über meine Traum-Abenteuer mit Gusto aufgeschrieben, sondern tief in meinen Gedanken und Erinnerungen verborgen gehalten. Einem Teil von mir war es vielleicht peinlich, in ein Wesen verliebt zu sein, das nicht real war. Zumindest hatte ich nie irgendwo davon gehört, dass so etwas normal sein sollte. Also hielt ich Gusto und meine Gefühle für ihn verborgen.

Die Jahre gingen dahin, doch das Glück habe ich nie gefunden: Meine Bilder und Geschichten machten mich (und auch andere) schon irgendwo glücklich und auch stolz. Aber ich spürte auf der anderen Seite auch eine Leere in mir, die ich nicht zu füllen vermochte. Es ist schwer zu beschreiben, aber ich hatte immer das Gefühl, etwas zu wollen, wusste aber nicht was es war. Sehnsucht zu haben ist schrecklich, und auf das offene Meer zu segeln ohne zu wissen, wohin die Reise gehen sollte … unbequem und auch gefährlich! Deshalb versuchte ich viele Dinge aus in der Hoffnung, das Richtige für mich zu finden - ohne Erfolg!

Doch es gab auch Momente, die - wenn ich sie heute betrachte - Sinn ergaben, doch für mein damaliges Ich nicht. Einmal saß ich in einem Zug und sah ein Werbeplakat für eine Kunstausstellung. Mein erster Gedanke war: "Warum höre ich nicht mit dem, was ich gerade mache, einfach auf und studiere Kunst?"

Dieser Gedanke war wie ein Blitz, der mich traf. Ich zuckte dabei regelrecht zusammen, bekam eine Gänsehaut und in meinen Pfoten kribbelte es. In diesem Augenblick erschien mir diese Idee als die beste aller Ideen, doch meine Euphorie wurde zugleich von einem anderen Gedanken zerschlagen: "Lass es sein, wovon willst du leben? Du wirst kein Geld verdienen … es ist aussichtslos."

Und schon hatte ich diesen wundervollen Gedanken wieder verworfen und ging meinem alltäglichen Tun nach.

Heute erinnere ich mich an eben so einen Gedanken, der mich im selben Jahr wie ein Blitz getroffen hatte, als die Geschichten der Gummibären zu Ende waren: PIRAT! Es war ein kurzer, kaum erwähnenswerter Moment in einem Traum gewesen. Doch dieser kleine, kurze Moment, dieses scheinbar bedeutungslose Bild wuchs von Jahr zu Jahr zu diesem Monster heran.

Nun litt ich unter diesem Monster, und sah keine Chance, es je wieder los zu werden. Immer wieder kamen diese Gedankenblitze, doch das Monster zerschlug sie sogleich.

"Du hast kein Geld" - "Es ist zu schwer" - "Was hast du davon?" - "Lass es lieber sein" - "Es hat keinen Sinn" - "Pirat sein macht mehr Spaß" - "Akzeptiere die Realität"

Und genau diese Gedanken, welche mir das Monster immer wieder einflüsterte, bescherte mir auch jene "Freunde", die in mein Leben traten. Es waren Personen, die hübsch dafür sorgten, dass ich nach der Pfeife des Monsters tanzte; und sie sagten sogar das Selbe: "Was das kosten wird, also ICH könnte so was NICHT machen." Und es waren auch "Freunde", welche im Grunde nur über sich sprachen; selbst als meine Eltern starben, fanden sie keine tröstenden Worte, sondern sprachen nur über sich oder über andere Dinge, die sie bewegten.

Während mich die Farbe Blau durch mein Leben begleitete, begleitete mich jedoch auch das Monster: Es ließ die blauen Wesen zu, aber nur, solange ich auch tat, was das Monster von mir wollte. Die "Freunde" konnte ich nicht verlassen, denn dann war ich ja alleine. Das Piratsein konnte ich nicht ablegen, denn … wer war ich dann noch?! Ein einfacher Waschbär, der Bilder malte? Und davon sollte ich leben?

Ich fühlte mich in der Gegenwart der "Freunde" nicht wohl … aber ich wollte auch nicht alleine sein.

Ich wollte kein Pirat mehr sein … hatte aber Angst davor, dass mir dann nichts mehr Spaß machen könnte.

Und so kam der Tag, als ich Kontakt mit dem Nexus bekam …

II.

Die genauen Umstände, die ich in den Nexus gelangte, möchte ich nicht ausführen. Stellt euch einfach vor, ich war auf einem Schiff auf See, geriet in einen Sturm und war plötzlich innerhalb dieser Energieverzerrung, welche die Raumzeit verbog und mich an jenen Ort brachte, den man Nexus nannte …

An diesem Tag war meine Verzweiflung besonders groß: Mir erschien mein Leben nahezu sinnlos. Was hatte ich denn von einem Leben, mit dem ich nicht glücklich war? Ich malte und schrieb … und ja, es gab Personen, die meine Werke schätzten, doch gerade jene, die ich als meine "Freunde" ansah, fanden alles, was ich tat, nur "nett", rissen ihre Witze und Sprüche darüber und fanden stets einen Anlass, "böse" Witze zu machen. Alles natürlich nur Spaß - ob ich denn keinen Humor hätte und überhaupt: Nur weil man böse Witze über Misshandlungen oder Kriegsverbrechen riss war man doch kein schlechter Mensch, oder?!

Das Monster flüsterte mir dazu immer wieder ein: "Es ist besser so. Besser so, als alleine zu sein. Und es gibt ja auch gute Momente. Nicht alles ist schlecht."

Ich fühlte mich schrecklich und wollte ausbrechen, doch meine Angst davor, dann alleine zu sein und am Ende zu scheitern, war einfach zu groß.

Bis ich in diesen Sturm geriet und das Energieband mich in den Nexus riss …

III.

Zunächst war alles verschwommen und undeutlich. Der Krach des Sturms und der brechenden Wellen hatten mich stocktaub gemacht - dachte ich. Doch die Stille wich den Brausen vieler Stimmen und Musik. Und die verschwommene Sicht klärte ich auf und offenbarte mir einen Ort, den man am besten als "Festhalle" bezeichnen konnte.

Der Ort glich einer Halle, wie man sie in alten Ritterburgen sah: Festlich geschmückt mit großen Fahnen auf denen die Umrisse von Bärenköpfen und Wappen zu sehen waren. Unzählige Kerzen erleuchteten die Halle und tauchten sie in eine festliche Atmosphäre. Überall sah ich Gestalten um mich herum, die mir zu jubelten und mich beglückwünschten.

Die Sicht wurde zunehmend klarer, und ich konnte sie erkennen: Ich war umgeben von Gummibären! Grüne, braune, gelbe, graue oder blaue … alle Farben, gekleidet in festlichen Gewändern und mit einem freudigen Strahlen auf den Gesichtern.

Sie klatschten Beifall und beglückwünschten mich mit Händeschütteln.

Ich lachte verlegen und blickte mich unsicher um. Wo war ich nur … was war mit mir geschehen?

"Alles gute zum Geburtstag, Rocket!"

"Wir freuen uns, dass du da bist!"

"Willkommen auf Gummadoon!"

So viele Worte, so viele Stimmen und Gesichter, und alle freuten sich darüber, mich zu sehen.

Eine üppig gedeckte Festtafel befand sich in der Mitte der Halle, an der die Gummibären Platz nahmen und mich mit eine Handbewegung einluden.

Geburtstag? Oh ja, stimmte … meine "Freunde" hatten oft meinen Geburtstag vergessen, weil sie selbst auf ihren eigenen Geburtstag nicht viel Wert legten. Aber hier …

Mein Blick wanderte durch die Halle und mir war regelrecht schwindelig von all den Eindrücken, der Musik, den vielen Gummibären und ihrer Freude, mich begrüßen zu dürfen.

Ich lachte vor Freude auf: Gummibären. Ich war tatsächlich bei den Gummibären! In mitten einer großen Feier. Es waren keine Menschen hier, keine Feinde, keine gemeinen Personen, kein böser Humor, kein "du ich habe keine Zeit, aber wir bleiben in Kontakt", kein "du, ich mag dich, echt, aber ich bin auf Weibchen fixiert. Aber wird sind doch trotzdem Freunde, oder?!" sondern nur Freude, Glück und das Gefühl, absolut willkommen zu sein.

Mit einem Gefühl der absoluten Euphorie nahm ich ein Bad in der Menge von Gummibären, die mich freundlich begrüßten, und ich konnte mich nicht satt sehen an ihren Gesichtern, an der wunderschönen Halle, dem üppigen Essen …

Dann erblickte ich ihn … Ich blickte über die Köpfe der Gummibären hinweg zu einer kleinen Treppe, wo mir ein blauer Gummibär mit gelber Mütze, rotem Halstuch und Sandalen den Rücken zukehrte. Er stand mit den Fäusten in die Hüften gestemmt vor einem Torbogen und schüttelte den Kopf.

Mit klopfendem Herzen zwängte ich mich durch die Menge und ging auf ihn zu. Gusto rieb sich das Kinn und ging weiter durch den Torbogen und verschwand aus meinem Blickfeld.

Ich begann zu laufen, erreichte die Treppe und schritt durch den Torbogen und befand mich plötzlich in einer Art Höhle, in der ein kleines Atelier einrichtet war: Mehrere Leinwände, eine Staffelei und kleine Töpfe und Schalen mit Farben und Pinsel. Das Besondere an der Höhle war, dass sie sich hinter einem Wasserfall befand.

Der Gummibär stand vor einer leeren Leinwand, abermals die Hände in die Hüften gestemmt und schüttelte den Kopf.

Ich schritt unsicher auf ihn zu. "Gusto?", sagte ich leise ein zweites mal.

Er drehte sich um, und blickte mich mit einem freudigen Lächeln an. Durch das herabfallende Wasser des Wasserfalls fielen Sonnenstrahlen direkt auf Gustos Gesicht. Das Wasser brach das Sonnenlicht und der Gummibär stand in einem Lichtkegel von schimmernden Regenbogenfarben vor mir.

Gusto breitete seine Arme aus und stürmte jauchzend auf mich zu: "Da brat´ mir doch einen Storch! Was sehen meine entzückten Augen?! Ein echter Waschbär! Nicht bewegen, bitte so bleiben. Ich liebe diese Pose. Du bist ein Seefahrer, richtig? Ich habe schon viel über euch gehört! Ich muss dich malen, die Farben deines Fells sind perfekt - Schwarz, Grau und Orange! Die pure Inspiration …"

Während der Gummibär wie ein Wasserfall redete konnte ich ihn nur mit einem immer breiter werdenden Lächeln ansehen. In mir stieg unsagbare Freue auf. Er stand vor mir - er war es, er war es wirklich! Augusto Gummibär, der verrückte, sympathische Gummibär mit dem blauen Fell lief um mich herum und betrachtete mich von allen Seiten während er wild mit seinen Armen gestikulierte und wie ein Wasserfall weiter plapperte, dass er von mir ein "Episches Kunstwerk erschaffen werde, das die Alten Gummibären erblassen lassen würde".

Als er direkt vor mir stehen blieb, und Anstalten machte, nach seinem Skizzenblock zu greifen, fand ich endlich meine Stimme wieder: "Gusto … "

"Ja, das bin ich, mein Freund."

Ich verharrte kurz, dann breitete ich meine Arme aus und legte sie um Gusto. Mit geschlossenen Augen umarmte ich ihn und spürte einen Kloß in meinem Hals.

Nach einigen Herzschlägen spürte ich, wie Gusto meine Umarmung erwiderte. Er klopfte mir sanft auf den Rücken und sagte leise: "Du bist spät dran, mein Freund. Ich habe lange auf dich warten müssen."

Eine Träne brannte in meinen Augen, und der Kloß in meinem Hals wurde größer.

Ich nickte leicht und sagte mit tränenerstickter Stimme: "Es tut mir so leid … ich hatte dich beinahe vergessen."

Gusto drückte mich fester an sich. "Aber jetzt bin ich hier. Ich bin bei dir, Rocket."

"Ich habe so viel Zeit verschwendet.", sagte ich laut und sah Gusto ins Gesicht. Ich musste blinzeln, denn ein Schleier von Tränen ließ mich alles verschwommen sehen. "All die Jahre …"

Der Gummibär schüttelte langsam den Kopf und lächelte. "Nicht alles war verschwendet. Du hast großartige Kunstwerke erschaffen. Du hast viele Menschen glücklich gemacht und tust dies noch immer."

Ein Lächeln huschte über mein Gesicht. Tränen rannen über meine Wangen.

"Du bist ein großer Künstler, Rocket.", sagte Gusto mit sanfter Stimme und streichelte meine Wange.

Ich legte meine Pfoten auf Gustos Schultern und ließ sie dann langsam über seinen Nacken zu den Wangen wandern. Ich streichelte zärtlich seine Wangen und Ohren, strich über die Haarsträhne, die über seinem wunderschönen Gesicht hing. Dabei sah ich ihm tief in die Augen. "Ich liebe dich." Dann umarmte ich ihn abermals. "Ich liebe dich so sehr, Gusto. So sehr …"

Gusto erwiderte die Umarmung und flüsterte mir ins Ohr: "Ich weiß. Ich liebe dich auch. Und ich war immer bei dir, ich war nie weg."

Ich vergrub mein Gesicht in seinem Nacken, sog seinen Geruch ein, spürte seine Wärme.

Gusto schob mich sanft von sich, lächelte mich an und legte seine Hand auf meine Brust. "Ich werde immer bei dir sein. Hier, in deinem Herzen."

Wir schwiegen einen scheinbar endlosen Moment lang … Die Zeit schien still zu stehen.

In einer weiteren Umarmung drückte ich Gusto ganz fest an mich, konnte seinen Herzschlag und seinen Atem spüren; ich war erfüllt von unsagbarem Glück und Zufriedenheit.

Als ich langsam den Nexus wieder verließ, weil das Energieband weiterzog, verschwomm die Szenerie in einem hellen Licht. Ich hielt Gusto so lange fest, wie ich nur konnte. Ich sagte ihm immer wieder, wie sehr ich ihn liebte.

Und als der Nexus verblasst und ich wieder in der realen Welt angekommen war, hörte ich noch seine Stimme: "Ich werde immer bei dir sein, in deinem Herzen."

Meine Pfote wanderte in meine Hosentasche und fand dort ein kleines Stück Papier. Ich betrachtete die Zeichnung auf dem Papier: Es war Gusto, die erste Zeichnung, die ich als junger Waschbär von dem blauen Gummibären gemacht hatte. Er saß da, und blickte lächelnd zur Sonne.

Ich weinte, doch ich weinte vor Glück. Denn ich hatte die Liebe meines Lebens endlich wieder gefunden. Und auch die Erkenntnis, was ich nun zu tun hatte.

#fantasy #fanfiction #story #gummi bears #nexus

[purgemarchlockdown]

Welcome back, Nott! It's been so long since I last saw you! So much has happened since you disappeared.

Another Amane has entered the Amaneverse. She's a lot like Eyepatch, but she's so much more... sad. Apparently she was declared guilty in T2, so that comes with a lot of baggage.

But that can't be right... Eyepatch wouldn't let a guilty verdict destroy her spirit. Besides, I distinctly remember saying I wouldn't write about double guilty Amane, either in the canon or OoA flavor.

Something else must've happened to her to make her this way. Something must have been slowly eating away at her spirit in T2. Something like Cat's circumstances....

Wait.... It was you this whole time! You're the one who planted the idea!

WHAT? No it couldn’t be me! I am completely innocent of this crime. I haven’t been doing anything at all! And I wouldn’t have done that either!

…

(Shit! I gotta scram! Cover all my tracks! Go! Go! Go!)

#‘nott what does this mean’ we write fanfiction we dont show people for the sake of their sanity #if you ever see it in the wild just Move On we put them all in the torment nexus together #asks

[daisy-the-spider]

AU Cagematch: Doc, GiantFell, & Sprocket

[Me]: I sometimes like to picture all my guys across all AUs in a cagematch setting.

Like, for whatever reason, they’re all participating in an event where different pairs get pitted against each other. They can’t leave–or maybe they don’t feel like it if the stakes are low and nobody can die in the setting. But they can still take lasting damage. They can’t influence whatever force is administrating this, so they play along out of curiosity. None of them intend to really hurt each other anyway, treating it like sportsmanlike sparring.

There are three rules:

1) Any challenger must have an opponent, and one will be chosen at random if no one volunteers.

2) The challenger stays until they’re defeated. No one can interfere unless they’re tagged in.

3) The match doesn’t end until one or the other is defeated, which could mean getting tagged out or incapacitated or quitting.

[My friend]: omg the dbz tournament

[Me]: YES EXACTLY

Anyway, everything’s pretty chill until a very big, very mean Underfell!Papyrus arrives as a challenger.

This Papyrus is from a thing I made up called GiantFell, which is just Fell but more apocalyptically fucked up. Sans ‘n Paps have a real bad dynamic that usually ends up with them getting in a big fight and never speaking to each other again. So, that’s where this guy’s coming from.

And he looks like this:

He bares his teeth and barks and hurls insults at all the people on the bleachers, egging them on to provide him with a worthy challenge. His voice rumbles out like sharp heavy gravel. Chainmail shudders from under his gnarled armor with each step. Nobody looks eager to volunteer, but knowing that the weaker among them could be chosen instead makes them nervous.

Then, another huge lumbering Papyrus gets to his feet.

He goes by Doc. He’s a sort of perma-fusion of a Fell!Paps and an Outertale!Paps. He’s part of a settlement of survivors who had their worlds destroyed through various means, trying to carve out a living in a very expanded version of the Void on a floating chunk of land with some houses and part of the Core left on it. These two Papyruses never got along at first, but slowly grew to be best friends over time. When they developed a fatal corruption that slowly ate away at their HP and functionality, a friend stepped in to help. (It was Blinker, if you remember him.)

Blinker rewrote their code and made them one person in order to save their lives. And it worked. Largely. They’re plenty stable now–it just takes a lot of energy to keep them going. Being one was strange at first, but it allowed for an unparalleled level of introspection. He sees himself as a more complete version of the people he was before. The whole event also persuaded him to pursue physiological studies of magic and medicine, hence the name.

So, the two Papses inside this guy’s head take a look at this other guy and see the malicious insecurity and self-concerned overconfidence that used to plague them as individuals.

Doc is chosen and approaches the arena. His brothers, a Fell!Sans by blood (well, “blood”) and Mafia!Sans by circumstance, try to stop him. But he won’t listen and refuses to let either or both of them take his place. His opponent looks him up and down and smiles.

GF!Paps: What weak stock. A friendly challenge compels only a shambling amalgam to step forward as sacrifice.

Doc: Actually, it’s because I’m ashamed of you.

The challenger isn’t smiling anymore.

A bell dings.

[My friend]: SLAAAY GET HIS ASS

[Me]: The fight doesn’t last very long, however. Doc makes a few clever and surprising moves that needle the small weaknesses in his opponent’s brutal fighting style. But he gets hit, thrown, and stunned much more often. Despite being a little bigger than GiantFell, Doc just doesn’t have the constitution for this kind of seasoned predator. His brothers call forfeit before anything serious happens.

GF: You can’t do that. He has to call it.

Doc: I forfeit. I’m done. You win.

The unseen hand of the organizer pulls the victor away from his exhausted opponent. The latter grumbles as Doc’s family helps him back to the bleachers.

GiantFell stomps around the ring, calling for a real challenge. He acts unfazed, but Doc can’t help feeling satisfied with the chip he put in the ogre’s chin that must still be smarting.

Another spectator, Sprocket–

glances at the motionless crowd around them and stands up.

Sprocket: Sure, I’ll give it a shot.

Hearts sink into stomachs all around the arena. None of them know this guy, but they’ve been a really sweet and charming person in the time they’ve been here. Their matches have all been amicable, ending with handshakes. They even lost a couple by ring-out–just from getting shoved unexpectedly. The fact that they just witnessed the last match and are throwing their hat in like this is baffling.

The only thing easing the unrest is the fact that their… they must be their cousins…aren’t doing anything about it.

(Not that they could. Unbeknownst to the crowd, the twins are literally unable to FIGHT, ACT, FLEE, or do much of anything in battle. They always have been. They’re just bugged like that. And intervening now would technically count whether they like it or not.)

The two of them only raise an eyeridge and watch as Sprocket takes the stage. Sprocket’s metal exoskeletal body shines dimly in the light where it escapes the faded denim of their clothes. They must be made of very low-grade salvage. Dingy green and grey that’s been forged and folded a dozen times, and then polished to high heaven. Their plated shoes tink against the floor, like they’re made of aluminum.

GiantFell scoffs.

GF: Now what? Head of the goofball team?

Sprocket chuckles.

Sp: Hero of the Underground, actually. :)

GF: Hm. Are you sure you want to do this?

Sprocket lolls their head and shrugs.

Sp: Hey, I’m game. But you can back out, if you’d rather. No hard feelings.

GiantFell’s sour smirk grows wider. He sets his feet apart. So does Sprocket.

The fight begins. GiantFell throws some barbed bones at Sprocket, who ducks and hops around them with the flexibility of a wobble board. One of them narrowly misses their shoulder. They run half a circle around their opponent to get at an unprotected side, but he instantly clocks what they’re trying to do. He turns and rushes at Sprocket. Sprocket dashes back on their heel and tries hard to counter the savage monster that lunges with its claws over and over, closer and closer. His pinprick red eyes stare into Sprocket’s acrylic ones.

GF: I confess, I’ve never seen anything like you before. But I can guess at what’s hiding inside that ramshackle suit of armor. However much skeleton you may have in you, you’re just a paper-thin little ghost playing the brave knight.

A heavy clenching sound makes the spectating crowd jump. The two combatants stand at the edge of the ring. GiantFell towers over Sprocket with a claw wrenched down on their left arm. The same arm has its fingers wrapped around the giant’s breastplate in a desperate gesture of control. Their other arm is splayed to the side for balance. They’re leaned back past their center of gravity by over a foot, and their feet are an inch from a ring-out.

GiantFell leers for a moment.

GF: Don’t worry. I won’t let this end that easily.

He steps back to pull Sprocket in for more punishment.

Or, he tries. His legs go, but the rest of him doesn’t. He tugs harder. Sprocket doesn’t move a bit.

Still holding onto the ribcage, Sprocket takes two steps forward to straighten up. Each step lands with the full weight of Sprocket’s metal body–heavy thuds against the stone floor. Tiny pebbles leap from the vibrations. As the giant strains to retract, Sprocket pulls him closer as if to share a secret.

Sp: And ghosts… can float.

They reel up a knee and kick GiantFell to the center of the ring, letting him take the arm with him. A long attached chain simultaneously unravels from Sprocket’s shoulder. Then, it suddenly runs out, yanking GF harshly in the opposite direction. The crowd can’t help jeering a bit as the beast comes very close to falling on his face. Sprocket’s left hand lets go, pulling the chain away a little with their right. They wait for their opponent to regain his footing. He looks up with daggers where the pinpricks were. Sprocket looks back at him with a stone face and eyes laced with something all too familiar. Contempt. Ridicule. Scorn.

GiantFell snarls and raises a wave of sharpened bones from the floor that thunders toward Sprocket. Long before it can reach them, they send a signal down their chain-arm. In the blink of an eye, it expands, exposes a layer of hidden components, and reforms as a flail head. Sprocket draws it across the arena with all their might. It shatters the bones and almost catches the sender by the ankles. They throw it again. And again. They hit the giant. They miss. They hit again. It shouldn’t be this easy to hit a target this way, but Sprocket has clearly had practice. GiantFell slings a metacarpal dart whenever he can, but they all whiff. He tries to grab the chain once, but it’s electrified. The wrecking ball doesn't let up until a stray sweep lands it buried in the floor near some spectators. Everyone’s okay, though.

Sp: Oh! (Crap.) Sorry!

GiantFell has already taken his opening. He body checks Sprocket’s left side at top speed. They hit the floor with a short ear-splitting skid. Their shoulder is dented, and they’re disoriented. The chain struggles to retract. They get their wits back just in time to block a flurry of vengeful attacks. They keep it up as they slowly pull their arm back in place and get to their feet.

Combat becomes much closer quarters. They trade bones and blows with equal ferocity. Between the snapping of his jaws in Sprocket’s face, GiantFell finds time to banter.

GF: What a surprise! You’re more interesting than I thought.

He sweeps a leg at Sprocket, who springs back light as a feather.

GF: Your prowess is adequate and… creative, I’ll give you that. But what I want to know is where you got that look in your eye.

Sprocket ignores him.

The giant springs a floor trap of curled bones on them. They leap back again, less gracefully than before. The sound of joints finessing 2,000 pounds of metal rings out. Music to his ears. They’re getting tired.

Sprocket takes the defensive for a while, giving GiantFell more room to talk.

GF: You know, I think I like it here. Most of you weaklings will never know the true challenges of survival until a child with a knife comes to your door. But this at least gives you a taste of what it’s like to wonder when you’ll be thrown into the ring with death. They all cower and shiver and take their stand before me like they’ve already lost.

Sprocket bashes a barbed bone club with their wrist, raining white shards and dust before their determined face.

GF: But you… You get it, don’t you? What have you lost? What have you seen that killed the part of you that cowers?

Sp: You talk like a flower I know.

The two wind up in a grapple, struggling to overcome each other’s strength. Sprocket’s rivets and coils groan.

The giant narrows his eyes.

GF: Why hold yourself back?

He glances at Sprocket’s cousins, still watching placidly from the bleachers.

GF: It only weakens you further.

Sp: The people I protect are what make me strong.

The giant nods almost imperceptibly.

GF: While your resolve lasts. But there are bigger things out there. In the dark. You’ll see sooner or later, if you haven’t already.

Sp: You disgust me.

Sprocket gives him more of that cold stare. Then, it turns into a smile. A powerful electric shock cracks between the combatants’ palms, prodding GiantFell to back away.

Sp: Ha! I got you twice!

GiantFell recalculates as Sprocket approaches. Magenta lightning leaps between their cheek and temple, chin and chest, ribs and spine, and any crack he’s managed to make in their armor. Their black synthetic hair begins to stand on end. Their ruby soul glows hot in their chest.

This is where the fight gets feral. It’s a blur of magic, bones, boots, and fangs. The aura around Sprocket grows so heavy that it looks like GiantFell is trying to tear apart a dying sun. Electricity arcs everywhere, within feet of the spectators. The combatants throw all of their remaining strength and agility at one another, pushing themselves to top each other’s moves without thinking much about the one that comes after. GiantFell isn’t unused to this kind of reactive combat, letting instinct carry him through. It isn’t until he catches Sprocket’s eyes again that a full thought forms.

He can see the magic of their soul burning through the acrylic. His other opponent’s colors were green and blue. Kindness and integrity. Weakness. Anyone where he comes from would be afraid and ashamed to show anything but red–determination, survival, power. He’s seen lots of shades of red in his time.

He’s never seen a red quite like this.

Away from his line of focus, Sprocket prepares a sucker punch with white hot knuckles. It rockets toward him with as much sureness and weight as it can carry. GiantFell then leans–or falters, hard to say–out of the way and shoves his foot upside Sprocket’s jaw instead.

Steel bends and snaps throughout their torso. The crowd cringes with sympathetic pain.

Sprocket stumbles backward, holding their neck like it needs the help to do its job. They’re fighting to stay standing. GiantFell laughs maniacally.

However, before anyone can get too worried about Sprocket, the laughter trickles away. The giant passes out and lays still on the floor of the ring. Sprocket has won. The entire arena cheers.

As the unseen hand picks the loser up off the floor, the victor manages to find enough balance to walk. Being made vertical helps GiantFell regain consciousness, though he’s still groggy.

Sprocket approaches with calm light steps and extends with their better arm to shake.

Sp: Good match.

The giant just starts laughing again, maybe misunderstanding or unbelieving that he lost. It doesn’t matter. He’s out like a light again before Sprocket can put their hand back down.

They head to the bleachers, glad that’s over. Sitting down, their overworked armature finally gets a rest. The twins, free from the spell cast by the fight, instantly start assessing damage.

Kanover: You okay?

Cronus: Happy you got that out of your system?

Sp: Yeah, yeah.

Pretty much everything is bent or dented or scratched, but that’s no big deal. Sprocket’s always been a rough-and-tumble kid.

They look deeper. Sprocket rolls their eyes patiently as their head is pushed aside to make it easier to see down their collar.

Cr: Oh, wow. Did he detach your back muscles?

Kanover reaches in and pulls out a cluster of load-bearing contraptions of greasy rough steel as thick as your wrist.

Ka: Like three of them.

Cr: Okay, better hop out so we can fix it.

He taps Sprocket’s shoulder with the flat of his hand. A pink ghost with most of a blue skeleton inside phases out of the metal suit and hovers nearby. They wait, glancing back at the ring as the unseen hand removes GiantFell from the arena. After loitering quietly for a bit, they decide to leave and disappear between the bleachers.

This is when Doc realizes he’s been staring at them since the match ended.

He goes looking for them. There are corridors behind the rows of seats in this big weird unfamiliar space they’ve all found themselves in. He heads down the one where Sprocket went, follows it around a few corners, and finds the little ghost sitting alone against the wall.

They look… sad. Curled up with their head on what would be their knees, staring at nothing. Doc considers leaving them be, but they notice him before he can back away.

Doc: Hello, there.

Sp: Uh, hi. It’s you.

Their voice is so much higher and thinner without their body. Doc can’t guess them being older than 16.

He tries to be unintimidating (hard for a guy his size). He crouches down.

Doc: That was impressive. You’re a clever fighter.

Sp: Thanks.

Doc: And a brave one.

They look away.

Sp: I know a bully when I see one.

Doc: What’s the matter? Is it that you didn’t get the final blow?

Doc can remember a time when that would’ve kept him awake fuming all night.

Sp: No, I don’t care about that. The stuff he said was just stupid, that’s all.

Doc waits, sensing that there’s more.

Sprocket weighs what to say. Maybe this one, of all people, might understand.

Sp: He’s right, though.

Doc: About what?

Sp: I like fighting. I shouldn’t, but I do.

Doc: I don’t think that’s bad, necessarily. It’s been keeping us all sane here so far.

Sp: No, I mean… violence. You know? Whatever makes humans the way they are and makes us act like they do.

Doc was hoping they didn’t mean that.

Sprocket’s soft skeleton face twists bitterly.

Sp: My home is… We’re long past where we should have had our happy ending. Things are bad, and there’s no one left to save us. I have to be what people need and help them, but the harder I try the more this… evil thing comes out of me when I get mad. And I hate it when people know how to get it out of me. That guy was spoiling for an ugly fight, and I gave him one. He wanted to mess with me, and I let him. He won.

Doc: I doubt he feels that way now.

Sp: Then we both lost.

They bury their head in their knees again.

Doc watches them for a moment, then sits next to them against the wall.

Doc: Well, if being scared and frustrated makes you evil, I guess I’ve been pretty evil too. Even the part of me that wasn’t already like that guy in there.

Sprocket refuses to be cheered by that.

Sp: I have to be better than this.

Doc: Or else what? The world will end?

Sp: Basically!

Sprocket splays their hands with exasperation.

Doc: And nobody’s trying but you?

Sp: Of course everyone’s trying, but what if it’s not enough without me? Nobody has power like I do. I have to use it for something worthwhile, don’t I? Especially with all the problems and changes and… freaking evil flowers that keep attacking my cousins.

Doc: But then using that power too much makes you “evil”.

Sprocket gets quiet again.

Sp: I just don’t want them to see me not… not the way I want them to. I want to just be good. The twins kind of already know, and I don’t even know any of the people here. But there have been a few times at home where I almost got found out.

Doc: Found out being “evil”.

Sp: Yeah.

Doc: Found out feeling frustrated and scared in a time where everything is frustrating and scary?

Sp: …

Sp: I–But what if–

Doc: Do you wanna know the secret to getting under people’s skin? How they keep getting the “evil” out when they want it?

Sprocket just looks at him.

Doc: It only works if they know you’re scared of it.

Sprocket leans back against the wall as that sinks in.

Sp: Oh.

Doc: I used to be really afraid of what people would see. If I wasn’t all determination and power. Or if I wasn’t actually filled with as much boundless confidence and brilliant strategy or whatever it was I thought I was supposed to have. But even in difficult times, trying to keep all of it up ended up making me a much worse person than just letting people know what I really am.

Sp: And what are you?

Doc: Silly.

Sprocket can’t fight a smile.

Doc: And not always very bright or brave or tough. But I do get to be me more often, and I haven’t had any complaints or apocalypses yet. And I’m sure your cousins would appreciate not having to put you back together again.

Sp: It does kind of happen a lot.

Doc: So you agree?

Sprocket lolls their head to the side again, feigning deep thought.

Sp: Fine. You win.

Doc extends a hand.

Doc: Good fight.

They shake.

Sprocket heads back to their family, gliding through the air with youthful energy. It makes Doc feel the aches and age in his bones.

As he walks back, a thought occurs to him. Was there anything to that last thing GiantFell said? About Sprocket having seen something that would make them give in to malice entirely? Something the flower would know. Something outside the world they were meant to see. Sprocket’s reaction at the time makes him uneasy. As does the fact that they kept up a facade of weakness and naivety even before any real threat emerged. Just in case.

He looks up at the absent roof of the arena, at the endless blackness of the Void.

For the sake of his own family, who now live outside of any normal world, it may be worth finding out. But he supposes now may not be the right time to ask.

Problems for later, he tells himself.

He goes to find his brothers.

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So this was a casual idea-vomiting session with a friend that got away from me real quick lmao. (My friend loved reading it, by the way. I didn't just leave them in the dust with thousands of words.)

As it turns out, I enjoy coming back to this era of au madness a whole lot. I may do it more often in the future.

Many of the characters I play with are regulars pulled from other people's aus and hcs. But Doc, GiantFell, Sprocket, the twins, and Blinker are all of my own invention (with consideration for obvious influences like regular Fell and Inktale). Feel free to play with them yourself if you want, though.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

#undertale aus #ut aus #au nexus #au cagematch #doc #giantfell #sprocket #papyrus #papyrus fusion #cronus #kanover #cronus and kanover #blinker sans #blue ink sans #ut au fics #ut au fanfiction

[yellowmagicalgirl]

I had an odd dream the other night, in which there was a fanfic website that was dedicated to taking the concept of the gift economy way too far.

So, at first glance, the site looked fairly normal. It took the open-source code from AO3 and based itself off of that, though the default site skin was dark pink comic sans on a light yellow background. The difference was that there was an in-site way of commissioning authors. Not for money - the site was as against monetizing fanfic as the average (reasonable) fanfiction website is.

Instead it had something called either CommentBux or FicBux (I'll use the latter from now on bc that's shorter). You'd earn one FicBux if you left a kudo on the author's work, and another FicBux for every 10 words you left in a comment. There was a plagiarism checker so you couldn't just quote the fic when commenting, emojis didn't count, and I'm not sure if words rolled over from one comment to the next. FicBux were separated by each author, because they were used for commissions.

10 FicBux = 100 words that you could commission from the authors. Authors couldn't turn commission requests off, but they could

Change "prices" from the default.

Report harassing commissioners.

Reject commissions.

Accept requests and refund them later (but not after publishing!), but there was a 3-day wait time between doing so.

Set it so that readers couldn't request fandoms, characters, ratings (not rated wasn't an option on the website), relationships, archive warnings, or additional tags beyond what you had already written.

Readers, on the other hand, could report authors for not writing what was requested (within reason, which is to say the staff/volunteer got to decide what they wanted). They could also cancel the commission any time before the author finished, but they then couldn't request from that author for another 7 days.

Authors wouldn't be able to publish a commissioned fic until they reached the word count, but they could offer a partial refund. However, the commissioner would have to accept this before the author could publish. If an author went more than 33% over the paid word count, a warning would pop up, and if they went more than 66% of the paid word count they couldn't publish the fic.

Due to the way the site was putting the economy into the gift economy, they got rid of prompt memes and gift exchanges as well as regular old gifts for non-"paying customers". Sure, you could write in your author's note that this was a fic written for your friend Alice's birthday without actually gifting it to her because she didn't pay you, but it was frowned upon.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #writeblr #i know i say take the concept way too far but a small part of me hopes someone makes this concept a reality #now is it watching the torment nexus crash and burn while i eat popcorn from the sidelines #or is it a new age of fandom (especially since as much as i love AO3 i don't want it to be the only popular site in case something happens #(no ffn webnovel and wattpad don't count)) #but i am generally leaning towards 'no please don't make this what horrific ideas am i releasing upon the world'

[alyceinwonderland777]

A Journey Into Your Mind

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Mind reading, throat grabbing, screaming, mention of torture

During her journey in search of the "Free Will" Ravonna visited various universes.

She needed to find herself and figure out what to do.

In one of the universes she visited, she stayed in a very nice motel.

One night around midnight as she was walking back to the motel she noticed that someone was following her.

Ravonna: *Turned on the TimeStick* Whoever you are, come out!

The mysterious figure came out. She was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that covered her head, a black cap, a black scarf that covered part of her face leaving only her eyes uncovered, a pair of black fingerless gloves, a pair of black leggings and black sneakers.

Ravonna: Who are you? What do you want from me?

The figure didn't answer and attacked Ravonna.

They fought and Ravonna tried to prune the mysterious black figure, but the figure squeezed the nerve of Ravonna's elbow knocking her out.

The figure took off her cap and scarf revealing her identity: It was none other than Sylvie.

Sylvie: This time, I'll finish the job! *Sylvie said with a confident smile*

Sylvie took Ravonna's TimeStick, loaded Ravonna on her shoulders and carried her to her home, which was 10 minutes away from that area.

Arriving home she tied Ravonna to the bed and entered her memories, more specifically the memory of when Sylvie and Ravonna were in the Time Court after Ravonna pruned Loki in the Time Theater.

Sylvie wanted to take the opportunity to ask Ravonna again about her Nexus event. In that memory Sylvie had taken Ravonna's TimeStick and therefore Ravonna was disarmed and terrified, so what better time to ask her the question again?

*In Ravonna's mind*

Sylvie: This is it, isn't it? This is where you dragged me after you stole my life.

Ravonna was terrified.

Sylvie: I'll ask you one last time, what was my Nexus Event? You'd better answer if you don't want me to send you to Hel! *She said threatening her with the TimeStick*

Ravonna: You weren't interested in power!

Sylvie: What?

Ravonna: You remember that when you were arrested you were playing with your toys, right?

Sylvie: Yes

Ravonna: With your dolls you were enacting a heroic scenario where you were a Valkyrie so it's like you explicitly said you wanted to be a hero. Your timeline predicted you would take a similar path to your variant's path and thus this constituted a Nexus Event.

Sylvie was shocked. She stopped enchanting Ravonna and put her head in her hands.

Ravonna regained consciousness and found herself bound to the bed.

Ravonna: What's going on? What do you want from me? *She said wriggling*

Sylvie pointed her sword at Ravonna.

Sylvie: I WAS JUST A CHILD! *Screamed Sylvie*

Ravonna: S-Sylvie I-

Sylvie: *She cut her off* SHUT UP! I ENTERED INTO YOUR MIND WHILE YOU WERE PASSEN OUT AND FIND OUT WHAT MY NEXUS EVENT WAS!

Ravonna was terrified.

Sylvie: YOU TREATED ME LIKE A CRIMINAL! YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY LIFE! I WAS ONLY 8 YEARS OLD! *Screamed Sylvie on the verge of tears*

Ravonna: I understand that you're angry, but please calm down! I was forced to do it!

Sylvie put a hand around Ravonna's throat.

Sylvie: Were you also forced to pretend you didn't remember my Nexus Event? Do you remember our conversation in the elevator, Ravonna? You knew how important it was for me to know but you didn't care! *Sylvie said in a low but threatening and angry tone*

Ravonna was gasping for air.

Ravonna: P-Please, I can't breathe!

Sylvie removed her hand from Ravonna's throat and Ravonna caught her breath.

Sylvie: You put a collar around my neck and Loki's neck like we were dogs! Tell me Ravonna, how does it feel to be helpless? How does it feel to fear for your life? How does it feel to be the prey?

Ravonna: Do you want to kill me? Fine, do it! Just know that this won't change anything! You won't feel any better and will only reveal yourself as a hypocrite, since I'm also a variant!

Sylvie felt numb. Her sword slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. The blond-haired Goddess huddled in a corner of the room.

Sylvie: Why did you lie to me that day? *She asked in an emotionless tone*

Ravonna: I wanted revenge.

Sylvie: For what? What did I ever do to you that was so awful when I was only 8?

Ravonna: They tortured me.

Sylvie: What?

Ravonna: I took pity on you because you were just a child and for this I was punished with torture. After a while I started to hate you because I thought it was your fault for what happened to me, but in reality both you and I are victims in this absurd situation. Trust me when I tell you that I am truly sorry for what I did to you.

Sylvie stood up and walked out of the room. She returned seconds later with a bottle of water. She used her sword to free Ravonna from the ropes and offered her the bottle of water.

Sylvie: Don't worry, it's not poisoned.

Ravonna: Thank you *Ravonna drank some water*

Sylvie: What are you doing in this universe?

Ravonna: I'm trying to clear my head. This is not the first universe I've visited.

Sylvie: So you just wander through timelines aimlessly like a hippie? *She said sarcastically*

Ravonna: Exactly. *She answered laughing*

The atmosphere had become slightly calmer.

Ravonna: Can I ask you something?

Sylvie: Sure.

Ravonna: Could you show me my true identity?

Sylvie: Do you want me to enchant you again?

Ravonna: Yes. I want to know who I really am.

Sylvie began to enchant Ravonna to restore her suppressed memories. Luckily her memories were mostly good memories.

When Sylvie finished tears streamed down Ravonna's cheek.

Ravonna: I was happy! *She said crying*

They hugged tightly. The anger and hatred they felt for each other were definitely gone.

#Sylvie #Sylvie Laufeydottir #Ravonna Renslayer #Judge Renslayer #Rebecca Tourminet #TVA #Time Variance Authority #Enemies To Allies #Healing #Sophia Di Martino #Gugu Mbatha Raw #Loki Series #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #fanfic #Nexus event

[agentplutonium]

I got silly goofy thinking about Laveau's Liege listener character, so here's almost 600 words of a character study of my version of liege. There isn't any explicit manipulation going on but it is clear that something fucked up happened.

Liege wouldn’t call themselves God.

They just had a mission. A mission to eradicate the wicked. A mission to do the world a favour by getting rid of the damned.  They were doing what others wouldn’t dare. Stepping up to that limelight because others were terrified to do so. They were doing good. They would soon be praised for their work. Honoured. Loved. Adored.

Feared.

They were destined for this.

However, they were still human. And sometimes humans make mistakes.

Like now, with the human quivering at their feet. Liege scowled, a heavy boot coming up to roll them over, being met with a pathetic whimper. They scowled, kneeling down to grab at the person’s chin, guiding their face up toward them. Liege could still hear their thoughts running around the person’s head, disoriented and maimed. They jumbled together, making incoherent sentences. A few phrases stuck out to them as they watched the person.

Angel, is one of them.

Angel was a new one. Though, they couldn’t deny they didn’t like the thought. It was… powerful. They liked powerful.

“I really thought I was right this time, you know?” Liege commented quietly, the person’s eyes not leaving their face. “I really thought you had something festering in you.”

“Please…” the person whimpered.

Liege tisked, their other hand coming up to caress the side of their face. “I’m afraid that begging won’t save you now. The damage has been done.”

The person’s mouth worked to make sound, but nothing came out. However, Liege could hear their thoughts speed up.

Forgive me, forgive me, please, I didn’t do anything wrong, I didn’t, I’m not, who are you, what are you going to do with me know, are you really an Angel, Warrior of God, anything, why me, why me, I was so good, I don’t deserve this-

Liege shushed them gently, smiling. “You’re okay now. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Liege slid their arms under the person, cradling them to their body as they stood. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf in their arms as they walked through the house. Liege almost felt bad for being wrong about this one.

Almost.

Laying the person in their bed, Liege put care in tucking them in properly. They weren’t a monster, after all. The person quivered under their touch, flinching at random. 

Liege bent down to kiss the person’s forehead, hand against their cheek, earning them a whimper in response.

“Rest, Child,” Liege whispered into their ear. “You’re safe now. You won’t be bothered anymore. I promise you that.”

They straightened again, turning to leave, their smile dropping instantly.

The air was sharp against their face as they closed the front door behind them. The street was quiet, nothing but the buzzing of the streetlamp being heard. There were no lights on in the surrounding houses. They took a deep breath, letting the icy air sting their lungs for a moment before exhaling. They tried to keep the disappointment at bay, but it pulled at their chest just right, lodging itself there. They needed a pallet cleanser, something to get them back into their groove,  they concluded, mind drifting to someone they spotted that day. A priest, they believed. A priest who seemed to be the perfect fit for that.

They didn’t like being wrong. But they were about to make up for that.

#plutonium_oneshot #NeXus #NeXus fanfiction #NeXus Liege #guys i have some THOUGHTS about liege #and like this is really just the beginning #i just love them an unreasonable amount for being a fucked up little guy #cause they are a fucked up little guy lets be honest #might start calling my Liege Angel or Warrior or something along those lines #but we will see where that goes

[crispy-bonnie]

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[messedupfan]

The Last Supper

Summary: The team has their obligatory Tiktok POV party.

A/N: Hello! It's me, the problem, aka. slowest writer around. Hope it makes sense and that y'all enjoy!

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You crash on your bed as you and Wanda return to the room. Exhausted from over exerting yourselves time after time. Your wife tiredly joins you with a heavy sigh. “Do you think they’ll miss us if we don’t show?” Wanda asks as her head falls to gaze in your direction. You let out a light scoff. 

“Trust me, it has crossed my mind,” you close your eyes for a second and focus on your breathing. Instead of the nagging feeling that this could be your last moments with your wife. “It could be fun to bond with them over more than just the mission. I think we’ll catch a second wind when we’re all together.”

Wanda’s groans cause you to laugh. “I’ve already caught my second wind. And me third, and forth. I’m not exactly in a state of having my rest tampered with.” 

“Why is that?” You ask, sitting up and looking over at her. 

“You know how I get when I don’t get enough rest.” Wanda mumbles as she begins to slip. You laugh softly and climb off of the bed. You pull her shoes off and flash something more comfortable on her body. You tuck her in before you jump in the shower. 

Even though you could have easily cleaned yourself up with magic, saving the time and energy, you take a shower to relax. Something about the warm water is soothing as it stings your skin and clears your mind. You stop thinking about losing. You stop thinking about the Scarlet Witch. But you don’t stop thinking about your wife. You remind yourself of the wonderful years that the two of you have managed to spend together in peace. Sure, there was an argument here and there. Every couple has their moments. And you wouldn’t change a single one of them. Not even the break the two of you had before the peace. Before almost losing each other for good. When she was seeing the Simon from your universe. And you were with a girl you can hardly remember the name of now. 

As you step out, you admire your sleeping wife and recall the day you reunited. The two of you had been separated for over a year by then. She was the one to put things to an end. You kept putting yourself at risk and she couldn’t handle living with the fear of losing you for good. You aren’t invincible Y/n! She didn’t like that you would sacrifice yourself so easily without considering what you would leave behind. I love you so much it hurts! But I don’t think that’ll ever be enough for you. Just go, go be the martyr you’ve always wanted to be. You’re free from me. So she kept you at a distance. Which wasn’t always easy with getting the same assignments and having to work together on the Avengers. To make it easier, you began to focus more on teaching sorcerers at Kamar Taj to be the best warriors they could be. Something the two of you do to this day, together. 

It took her a few months to move on. Simon had always made himself available to her. And always followed the orders he was given to a T. Never did anything to risk his life or the life of others. Always looking for another way out. However, he didn’t make her laugh the way you did. He had no desire to build the family the two of you dreamt of together. And most importantly, he wasn’t you. But Wanda was committed to moving on from you. She wouldn’t become a young widow someday, left to care for children on her own because you had to be the hero. You took a little bit longer to move on. When you found out about her new relationship, part of you felt betrayed. Part of you thought maybe that was why she really left you. It made you angry and bitter and you built a wall around yourself to protect your heart. 

Then you met someone that you thought might change things for you. That relationship was doomed from the beginning because you weren’t over Wanda. Despite how often you told yourself that you were. When Wanda caught wind of the news. She wouldn’t let go. Everyone that had an ear, she would talk on and on about how annoying this other girl seemed and how she wasn’t at all your type and that the relationship was never going to work because she wasn’t right for you. She didn’t stop until one night, at dinner with Simon, he cut her off and told her that if she wanted to be with you again then he wouldn’t hold her back. She thought his outburst was absurd but she apologized and stopped talking about you. 

A couple weeks later, you were convinced to come back to the Avengers for a very important mission. There wasn’t much time to prepare, the threat was large and imminent. The two of you somehow wound up in the same area. Working as the team the two of you have always been in order to stop an enemy. You knew how to make a move without getting in her way and were good about making sure she didn’t get injured. She knew when you wanted to combine power to make a certain move with just a look. Fighting along her side again felt like a romantic dance in a way. And you knew you had to have her be yours once again. Whatever it took. 

At the end of the battle, when tensions were high and the both of you were standing near each other, lucky to be alive, you walked up to her. You put your hands on her face to kiss her but you stopped yourself. Wanda gasped having you so close to her once again. She didn’t know if she wanted this again. You closed your eyes as you began to regret your actions. As you pulled away, an apology at the tip of your tongue, she grabbed your robe to keep you there. You opened your eyes to look into hers to see where her head was at. But they were shut tightly. So you closed yours again to just feel. You leaned in a bit more to feel her lips against yours, not quite kissing her just yet. She jerked her head back and let out a sharp breath. But she didn’t fight your light grasp. She didn’t remove your hands from her. She didn’t loosen her grip on your clothing. Then she made up her mind and kissed you. Both of you pulled each other closer. 

She couldn’t stop apologizing and telling you how much she loved you as she broke down in tears. You consoled her the best you could but you were feeling quite emotional yourself that day. You move her hair out of her face now as you flash on something nice for the event tonight. You thought it was a little ridiculous to be celebrating before the fight. But you suppose another day alive was a victory itself. You conjure a little note to let Wanda know where you are when she wakes. It didn’t matter that she could have figured it out on her own. It was part of good communication. You kiss her forehead before leaving.

You arrive at the dining hall where they were setting up chairs around the tables. You stop Jean and Raven where they are and you make a couple of hand motions that set everything up for them. The tables and chairs are out, a buffet is ready to serve, a bar is ready to serve endless drinks, and there is a table full of desserts and candies. “Ah, I love magic,” you say happily. 

Raven shakes her head, “Huh, I think I like you a little bit more.” 

“Uh-oh, don’t let Carol hear that,” Jean teases. 

“Shut up,” the blonde rolls her eyes, “I have to go change. Not all of us can be ready with the wiggle of our noses.” Leaving you with Jean alone in the hall. 

“That is offensive to my kind,” you throw out there jokingly. 

Jean smiles, “What is?”

“I am the Master of the Mystical Arts. There is a lot more that goes into my transformation than just a twitch of my nose,” you scoff dramatically. 

“Is that so?” She enables.

“Yeah, it’s a wave,” you hold your hand slightly above your head, “of my hand.” As you twirl your wrist and lower your hand, your outfit changes again. This time into a ridiculous clown that makes Jean burst out laughing. “What? Is there something on my face?” You cluelessly touch your cheek, allowing the paper white makeup rub off on your comically large red glove. “Oh no! Not again!” you say and you look up to see her holding her side. “It’s not funny!” You gripe and Jean tries to get the words out to agree with you but she can’t. Then with a wiggle of your big red nose, the clown outfit poofs away and you are back in the outfit you intended to wear tonight. 

“I will be sure to correct Raven before she strikes again,” Jean says once she’s able to get her words out. “I should get ready as well,” she takes a glance around the empty space, not sure if she should leave you all by yourself. “Where’s Wanda?” 

“Taking a nap,” you answer simply. 

“I’m surprised you aren’t with her now,” Jean says. 

You laugh a little to yourself. “Oh, if I sleep now I won’t get back up.” You don’t need to be a mind reader to know the woman’s conflict. “Go on, I’m sure someone will pop in here while I entertain myself.” 

“Are you sure?” She asks to be polite but she was already making her way to the door. 

“Yes,” you confirm. Once you’re all alone, you leave the area to go over the strategies while you wait. This wasn’t a typical situation, you’ve never been given this much time to work out a strategy before going against a threat before. There usually wasn’t time to make a group plan. It was usually instinct based and following whatever something could come up with on the spot. So, you wanted to take advantage of the time. 

“I knew you’d be in here,” Thor says as he enters the room. “Come on, put that stuff down. I'm making a rule, no one can return to this room for the rest of the night. There is a pungent odor, this place needs to breathe.”

“Damnit, man. How’d you know I'd be here?” You grumble as Thor leads you out of the room. 

“In truth, I didn't. I knew someone would be in here. Trying to work. There will be no time for work. No, my friend, there will only be time for celebration. Have fun! Remind yourself what you're fighting for. All of us need to. Our freedoms, our friends, our families, our lives! All of it!” Thor boasts. Although you were slightly annoyed that you couldn’t continue working, he had a point. The work will be there tomorrow. 

Well into the night the dining hall is filled with the team. The tables that were originally shorter and arranged in sections about the room were collected and pushed together to make one long table once Thor got to the room. With a snap of your fingers, you made the seating arrangements to help out. Thor thought you took the fun out of it so you undid the magic and took a seat and watched as Thor and the Asgardian soldiers moved the chairs to the table one by one. Now, you sit with your arm around Wanda's seat as you listen to Carol deliver a ridiculous story from one of her missions. Looking around at everyone smiling and laughing, Raven appreciates the moment of peace. “I’ve got to hand it to you Thor, this was a great idea,” she compliments. 

Carol tips the neck of her bottle towards Raven, “I agree! We should do this more often.”

Logan, who had returned a few days ago along with Storm and Charles, wanting to fight to keep their home. Raven and Jean were more than happy to have them back. Lights a new cigar. “The protectors of the multiverse, celebrating their victory against the evil bi-” Charles clears his throat and Logan rolls his eyes, “witch,” he finishes.

“If we survive this hell, we should do this every year,”  Jean chimes in cynically but no one lets it affect the atmosphere. 

You feel slightly concerned about her but you don't let it show. “When,” you correct. “When we survive this hell, we'll make certain to do it.”

Thor rises onto the table and drunkenly raises his massive mug to the air. “To the protectors of the multiverse!” His voice booms in the air and everyone cheers him along as he chugs all of the contents of the glass. You refill the glass from your seat, enchanting it to be on an endless loop, and he grins as he points to you, “Now that's what magic should be used for!” 

Another round of laughter fills the room before others request for the same to be done for them. You happily oblige. When you realize Wanda is one of the few that hasn't made the request, you nudge her to offer. She loves this spell. She turns to you as if you had snapped her out of her head and you move your gaze to her hardly touched glass of wine then back to her eyes and she is caught up. “No, not tonight, love. Thank you, but,” she leans in close to whisper, “I think one of us should be sober tonight.”

“Are you sure you want to volunteer for that? You've been more tense about this mission than I have,” you offer. 

Wanda shakes her head, “I’m fine, really babe. I'm relaxed and there is such a thing as having fun while sober.” You raise your hands in surrender as you laugh. This was new to you but you weren't going to argue it any further. 

Across the table Jean is paying too much attention to you and Wanda. She begins to miss Y/n and has to separate herself from the party for a moment. For most of the people that are preoccupied with their own conversations, the exit goes unnoticed. Except for Wanda and you. 

“I wonder what's eating her up,” you frown as you keep your eyes on the newly empty seat.  

"You should go check on her." Your wife whispers softly by your side, and you turn your gaze back to her, confusion written all over your face. 

"You sure?" You whisper back, uncertain, but the brunette just offers you a reassuring smile. 

Resting her hand over yours as she says, “I am. She looks like she could use a friend and I would send Raven but,” she looks over to the shapeshifter who's adoring gaze is locked on Carol. “Besides I'm sure she'd like your company.” You nod slowly, glancing back at the door through which Jean had disappeared a few minutes ago. When you look back at Wanda again, you offer her a gentle smile. 

"I'll be right back, save me something sweet." You ask as you stand up from your chair, and the brunette lets out a low giggle, nodding her confirmation, and you kiss her lips softly before you leave the table. You look around as soon as you're in the corridor, wondering where she'd gone. But you don't have to for long, because soon you see the red hair outside, her front resting over the edge of the balcony as she watches the night sky. You make some noise with your feet so as not to startle her as you make your way over, and smile back once she flashes you a small one. 

"Hey there... Is everything alright?" You ask as you rest your forearms on the balcony rail, looking at her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. The redhead casts a tiny smile before her eyes go back to the open area of the Institute - poorly lit by the moonlight - her fingers never stopping the fidgeting with her necklace in front of her collarbone. 

"Yeah, I just... I never really liked parties." She lies, but you don't push her to speak, nodding your head in understanding instead. 

"Yeah, me neither."

"I know." She answers softly, and your eyes are drawn back to hers in surprise. But she's looking at you the same way she did when she first saw you, or when you were talking in front of the picture frames in your living room, and the moment in the green house. Looking at you as if you were the person she knew, the one she loves so dearly. And that is now gone. You can’t carry the weight of that look anymore, so you clear your throat awkwardly, and look up at the starry sky above your heads. 

"It's a beautiful night tonight."

"It is." Jean agrees just a heartbeat after, her gaze following yours. "What a shame it may be our last." She adds sadly a moment later, and you furrow your eyebrows heavily, your eyes back on her figure once again. 

"Don't say that." You request, almost demanding, but the redhead only looks at you with a resigned smile. 

"It's the truth." She shrugs her shoulders before looking back ahead. "But I'm at peace with it, honestly. It's better to go than to be left behind again. I can't lose anyone else."

"You won't." You assure her, more because seeing her cry and hearing her choke on a sob breaks your heart than because you actually believe what you're saying. 

"You don't believe that." She sees right through you, sending you a small smile, but you shake your head in denial. 

"Of course I do." You confirm the lie, but it only makes Jean let out a tearful giggle. 

"You may not be my Y/n, but I can still tell when you lie. I am a mind reader after all." You can't help but laugh at that, a weak chuckle as you shake your head in amusement. Knowing you have nothing honest to say that'll comfort her, you decide to look for a different subject instead, something to take her mind off all that for a while. And you find it in her hand.

"It's a beautiful necklace." You point at the item she's still playing with, and Jean let her eyes fall to the pendant. 

"It was a gift." She tells, smiling at the small piece lovingly. "I never take it off." Her tone is nostalgic, sad, and you don't have to think too much about it to figure out who was the one who gave it to her. You.

 "Can I see it?" You ask instead, and watch as the redhead ponders for a second before smiling and nodding in confirmation. 

It is a simple necklace, with a dark leather cord and a circular pendant attached to it by a simple metal hoop. What is most striking, however, are the infinite golden dots inside the transparent resin, which move in magical harmony, forming the figure of a majestic phoenix, its wings flapping at a slow tempo. When you take the small item in your fingers, you can't help but feel your own magic pulsating there - although much weaker than the energy coursing through your veins. 

"Very beautiful." You break the silence then, letting go of the pendant and looking at Jean again, who nods in agreement, a small smile on her lips as she looks down at the magical bird over her blouse. 

"I thought it would fade away when... Never mind." The redhead shakes her head to pull the thoughts away feeling like a broken record, and before you can think about saying anything on that matter, she is plastering a forced smile on her face. "You should go back to them, have fun."

"You're not coming?" You try with hesitation, trying to read her features, but she makes it impossible as she looks away. 

"I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to my room." She answers, and you figure it's best not to insist, nodding your head slowly in understanding. 

"I see. Goodnight, Jean." 

You offer a gentle smile to the girl, who reciprocates with an appreciative one before saying, "Goodnight, Y/n."

Figuring the redhead wanted to be left alone, you don't wait for her to retreat to her room to go back to the hall where the dinner is being held. When you get there, you see that everyone is still talking. Vision and Ghost are by the window further ahead, apparently arguing about something. At the table, surrounded by Simon, Raven and a few of the men Thor brought with him, Logan and Carol are in an arm wrestling match, and the shapeshifter disguises a smile as she watches the other blonde win the match. At the other end of the table are Storm, Thor, Charles, and Wanda in what looks to be a rather enjoyable conversation. When you see your wife getting up and heading for the drinks table, you follow her. 

"Hey, gorgeous, you come here often?" You flirt as soon as you're close enough, resting your body against the table beside her in a seductive way. Wanda - at first startled by your sudden approach - casts you an equally flirty smirk as she brings her eyes up to meet yours. 

"Not really. I'm actually from another universe." She answers with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders, taking a sip of her grape juice. 

"No way!" You say, exaggerating your surprise. "I'll let you in on my secret then..." You lean towards her to whisper. "So am I."

"Oh wow!" The brunette covers her gasp with her hand, and you hold back your amused giggle to nod your hand in confirmation. 

"I know right? Sounds like a perfect match to me." You flirt again, leaning closer, but Wanda stops your movement with a raise of her hand, an apologetic grimace on her face. 

"Sorry, I'm married." You click your tongue, feigning dissatisfaction at the sight of her wedding ring, and the cute chuckle your wife lets out has you grinning like an idiot. 

"A lucky person there." You attest with a playful tone and honesty lacing your every word, but the brunette shakes her head in disagreement. 

"I'm luckier." She argues with an ear-to-ear grin, her eyes sparkling into yours in that way that makes you fall in love with her all over again. 

"Now that's bullshit." You hit back with humor that makes her giggle. 

Before your wife can say anything else, a third voice grumbles beside you, "You guys are disgusting in every universe."

You and Wanda exchange amused giggles at the comment Carol made. But instead of answering her, the items in her hands catch your eye. "Two glasses, huh?" You point out, and the blonde looks down at her own hands. 

"One's for Raven." She says matter-of-factly, but the way you and Wanda share knowing glances makes her eyes widen. "What? I'm only being a nice person!" She tries to play it off, but her red cheeks give her away and you only laugh some more, deciding to tease her further. 

"Since when?"

"I swear, Wands, you always choose the worst people to date, in every universe." It's Carol's response, ignoring your question completely to look, amusedly, at your wife, who laughs lightly at the banter she got so used to over the years. She tries not to think about missing that too much. Just enjoying its return. So the brunette nudges her friend lightly on the side, and the blonde rolls her eyes at your offended scoff as she walks back to where Raven is. You and Wanda follow her with your gazes until a thought crosses her mind.

"Is Jean alright?" The brunette asks curiously and furrows her brows with concern the moment your good mood crumbles. 

"She's scared. It's not like I can blame her." You tell with a shrug of your shoulders, and Wanda nods slowly, looking around for a moment. 

"None of us can." She agrees not long after, and you mumble in agreement, not really knowing what to say. The two of you fall into a tense silence after that, thinking about everything that could go wrong. But Wanda doesn't let the atmosphere be heavy for long, offering you a disposable plate with a slice of cake and ice cream. "Here's your something sweet."

"That's not what I wanted." You say after you check the desserts she had saved for you, and you bite back a smile at the sight of her almost disappointed frown. "I prefer this one." As you shower her face with little kisses, the brunette's frown turns into a warm laugh, her cheeks becoming increasingly red. The kissing attack only comes to an end when Wanda's mouth finds yours, and you smile against her lips as you kiss her softly. 

And it's with that kiss that you realize how little time you have spent with your wife - with so many training sessions and strategy meetings. Your body becomes very responsive to her immediately, and before you know it, the kiss becomes hungry, your hands roughly on her waist, pulling her close. If the sigh the brunette lets out and her fingers gripping your hair are any indication, she feels the exact same way.

"We should join the others." Wanda breaks the kiss to ask, her breathing was labored as your own. 

"Why?" You ask almost on autopilot, your brain too foggy by the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils. 

"Because it's either that or I'll drag you to our bedroom." Your wife whispers for only you to hear, making your skin tingle everywhere. 

"I don't see a single problem with that." It's your teasing response, a smirk on your lips as you approach them to hers once again. Her hand comes up to your chest as a smile of her own grows on her mouth. But, instead of pulling you closer, she pushes you away. 

"Table. Now." It's her only warning before she sidesteps you, and you let out a short giggle, spinning on your heels to follow your gorgeous wife back to the table, where some of your teammates are. The term makes you hesitate on your tracks for a second. Teammates. You barely know these people, but it feels like the urgency of the threat you're facing together is enough to bring anyone closer. You try not to think too much about the fear of losing any of them as you sit by Wanda's side at the table.

The rest of the night, hazy memories are made with each other. Some break out into song, others dance foolishly on top of a table, more games are created with bets that upset the losers and boost the egos of the winners. By the end of it, around four in the morning, Wanda is helping you back to the room. She tucks you in the bed and whispers that she loves you after she is snuggled into your side. She kisses your cheek and falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat. Hoping that she gets to sleep to the sound again tomorrow night.

The Necklace

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I promise this is the last one. For real this time. But I had to do a Good Omens/ST: TNG crossover. I didn't really do TNG justice last time and there are so many fun things to play with in that series (and their movies). I mean, how can you not put Crowley and Aziraphale in the Nexus? How???

So here is the next work in the Deep Space Omens Series: Enterprising Aziracrow.

Please don't hate me. I just love GO and ST too much.

Summary below.

Crowley and Aziraphale have just started their honeymoon. Unfortunately, they decide to make a pitstop at the Horsehead Nebula where they encounter the mysterious (and utterly absurd) Nexus. Now they’re stuck in 2366 and in need of a ride back to the future. Posing as visiting engineers with a disruptive innovation, Crowley and Aziraphale arrive on the Starship Enterprise in the hopes that they might persuade the amiable crew to help them get home—and they’re hoping to do it with minimal messin’ around. What they don’t know is that someone or something is keeping an eye on them.

Or

Another silly romp with Aziraphale and Crowley involving time travel and the Starship Enterprise D. Aziraphale and Crowley face themselves (literally), their biggest fantasies, create a PowerPoint presentation, learn about plexing, and battle with holodeck malfunctions, jealousy, "off-ramping," omnipotent beings, and dilithium shortages.

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