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canadian-riddler · 3 years

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The Future of Fear

By Indiana

Characters: Jonathan Crane, Edward Nygma

Synopsis: You really CAN find anything on the Internet.

AO3

Edward had been giggling to himself over something on his computer on his side of their shared office space for some time now and it was becoming incredibly distracting. Jonathan had been trying to think of some suitable method to shut him up while not angering him enough to force Jonathan to leave and pay for his own office, but had come up lamentably short.

Perhaps another cup of coffee would help. He retrieved his empty mug and made his way towards the percolator, which was unfortunately located on a low table behind Edward’s desk. Edward, strangely, did not attempt to goad him into conversation as per usual, so obviously Jonathan had to look for himself at what it was that had him so engrossed.

It seemed to be some sort of Internet forum. There were very few things Jonathan could have found less interesting than a horde of anonymous bumpkins arguing with each other over the smallest of inconsequential things. He shook his head and put his cup down on the table.

“You really should see this,” Edward said. The squeak of the chair indicated he had turned around in it.

“I can’t imagine why I would care to.”

“This is a series of posts about what a helpful person your fans believe you to be, for one thing.”

Helpful? Fans? Jonathan barely dignified that with a backwards glance. “You’re not even trying to be convincing this time.”

“No,” Edward said, tilting the screen back and turning the laptop towards him. Jonathan moved to face him and leaned forward, his fingers splayed along the desk’s edge in order to maintain his balance. “Look. This person is convinced you wouldn’t harm them because they’ve been diagnosed with GAD.”

“They what?” He did not have time to locate this post on the screen, much less read it, because Edward had already whisked it back towards himself.

“’I mean, he was a teacher once, right? That must mean he cared,’” read Edward. “’He wouldn’t make someone with anxiety suffer even more.’”

“Edward, how do I find this person? I have urgent information for them.” Or urgent plans, at least.

“From the number of people who claim their greatest fear is their student loans,” Edward answered, the corner of his mouth curling upward, “you could probably put up a flyer at any university simply offering to help them.”

“Help them?” Jonathan repeated. “Why – with what?”

“Well, this person seems convinced you would empathise with them because they were bullied as a child. So their childhood trauma, I presume.”

Even after he’d read it himself it still made very little sense. “And why is that?”

“Because you were bullied and that makes you kindred spirits.”

The next batch of text on the screen seemed to prove this theory and yet it still seemed as though Edward was making it all up. Jonathan continued to stare at it until the only logical thing he could do in response came to him: he laughed. The more he thought about it, the funnier it became, and he found himself with his face buried in his arms atop the desk, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes. What utter nonsense was that? Help someone resolve their ingrained traumas merely because – no. No, it simply could not be real. Edward was pulling his leg. He straightened, wiping his face with his sleeve, and discovered Edward had disappeared. And taken the laptop with him. It had clearly been a joke. It was just not possible that there were people who sat down and typed out their fears and personal histories in great detail and left them where anyone could find them. There were especially no people who actually thought he, the Master of Fear, would ever attempt to solve their –

His thoughts were interrupted by Edward’s return, which was accompanied by a flurry of papers thrust into Jonathan’s face close enough he had to crane his neck backward. “My gift to you,” said Edward, resuming his seat. Jonathan looked down at the first page.

It was a list of… personal information. And a lot of it. Familial problems, dislikes, triggers… “Edward, this can’t be right,” Jonathan protested. “You made all of this up.”

“In this day and age, I don’t have to,” Edward answered. “Think about it, Jonathan. Now you only have half the work to do. Hell, I think you could get away with picking some kid who’s terrified of climate change by strapping them into a virtual reality headset and investing in a couple of heat lamps.”

“Come now, Edward,” scoffed Jonathan, putting aside the papers for the moment, “surely they would notice they were wearing one of those things.”

“Why would I suggest it if it wouldn’t work?” Edward presented him with a video of a begoggled woman who seemed to be in the throes of a fear of heights so intense she had forgotten entirely that she was crawling on her living room floor as opposed to venturing out of an elevator onto a thin wooden plank eighty stories from the ground.

“Why did no one tell me about this sooner?”

“To be honest, I thought you’d start lecturing me about doing things the old-fashioned way,” Edward said, leaning back in the chair and clasping his hands behind his head in order to stretch. Jonathan shook his head.

“Oh, no, Edward. Knowing all of these things ahead of time means I can get right to the interesting parts.”

“The screaming?”

“And the crying, and the begging, and the shaking and sweating,” Jonathan said, with a little more fondness than he meant to, and Edward laughed.

“You will find no shortage of people happy to freely hand out the information you need,” he said. “Now go away. I have things of my own to take care of.”

“I need to borrow your phone,” Jonathan said. “There are a few calls I would like to make.”

Edward fished it out of his back pocket and handed it to him after he had unlocked it. Jonathan returned to his own desk, taking a few minutes to determine whom he wanted to contact first. The first number rang and rang, as he had expected, and as it did so he mentally composed the message he was going to leave. When the requisite beep came he spoke in a soothing voice long since well-practised. “Hello, my name is Dr Jonathan Crane. A friend of mine passed along your story and I have to say that it truly touched me. I should like to set up a meeting so we can discuss getting you the treatment you need for your anxiety. And not to worry, it will be free of charge. As you know I have a personal understanding of your circumstances. Please contact me at your earliest convenience. Good day.”

Edward, to his credit, had managed to keep his laughter quiet enough it was unlikely the phone had picked up on it from that distance. Jonathan could not keep an amused smile from his own lips. “If they fall for that they deserve what they get,” Edward said, folding his arms across his chest. “I suppose we’re going to need to rig you up a fake office.”

“You are going to need to rig me up a fake office,” Jonathan corrected, selecting a new name on his list. “And I need one of those headsets. I would also appreciate a cup of coffee.”

Edward heaved a long-suffering sigh, but he did shove his chair backwards in order to set up the percolator. Jonathan dialled a fresh number and waited.

“Hello, my name is Dr Jonathan Crane. A friend of mine passed along your story, and I must tell you that I was truly moved by it…”

#Riddler #Scarecrow #fanfic from Indy #so says Indy #just a silly thing from last night #wasn't what I originally wanted so I might have to do an alternate eventually #by that I mean in about three years lol

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lilyharvord · 3 years

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If you get the chance can you write a short fanfic about mare having baby fever? LOL the idea just popped in my head of like all her friends having kids and baby clara making it extreme and at first shes all like no kids and suddenly is like to cal gimme like 10, and ofc hes happy to do so :)

I love conflicted Mare. :))))

Baby Fever Drabble

“He’s gorgeous Lou.” Ruth announced as she held her fifth grandchild, and bounced him until he cooed and then gurgled. Turning to face the window so the light shone down on the massive blanket she was cradling, Ruth glanced him over again. The room was mostly empty, a majority of the cousins had been shuttled out to the little café downstairs to grab breakfast, and the rest of Mare’s family had gone with them. It was just her, Tramy, Lou, their daughter Elowyn, Bree’s eldest son Wes, Clara, Farley, and Ruth. It was nice though, the room had been so loud a couple minutes ago. Silence was precious by this point.

Glancing over her shoulder, Ruth grinned at her daughter. “Mare have you held him yet?”

Glancing up from listening to Wes as he chattered her ear off about the frogs he’d caught over the weekend with Kilorn, Mare shook her head. Next to her, Clara was napping in Farley’s lap after trying to stay awake all night waiting for her cousin to arrive, and stirred before sighing and settling again.

Before Mare could protest Ruth had already slipped the baby into her arms. “Oh, um, I—” He was heavy and Mare had to stifle a grimace as she imagined how much Lou’s back must have hurt the entire pregnancy. She seemed pretty content now though, and Tramy looked more like a bird puffing out it’s chest, as if he did anything for the past nine months. Their daughter Elowyn was napping in his arms exhausted just like Clara. How had her family gotten so big in the past few years? It seemed like the number of nieces and nephews had multiplied exponentially when she turned her back for a day. First Bree and Tora had Wes, and then Elowyn came along, and then Bree and Tora had announced the twins, and now there was this new baby. Even Sara and Julian had one of their own, a toddler now who stared at her like Julian used to over his desk. Everytime she turned around there was a new baby, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t felt an… itch.

Because that was really all it was for a bit, just an itch. She scratched it by watch Wes and Elowyn, and babysitting Clara for a day. But after the twins and this baby, that itch was like a crawling wave all over her body. It drove her insane that she was thinking about it all the time. She’d think about it for hours while lying in bed, just watching Cal sleep. She’d think about it while making coffee, and while she showered and while she trained. She had started noting any new baby at the little market near her apartment every time she went. And a week ago, she’d almost not taken that little white pill that ensured everything stayed exactly as it was. When she had done that, she realized there might be a problem.

Her nephew yawned, stretching tiny pink lips into a perfect circle before closing his eyes. Ruth had been right, he was gorgeous. With little tufts of bronze hair, and delicate cheek bones that no baby really needed. Honestly, it was surprising Lou had let anyone else hold him. If this was her baby, Mare wouldn’t have let anyone near him. Her baby would be a lot prettier, she decided right then and there. Not that it mattered, she wasn’t planning on having a baby… ever. Mare Barrow was not built to be a mother. She was a wonderful aunt, because she could give the baby back whenever she needed to, and she could leave for the front whenever she was called for like she had to do. A baby did not fit into that mix.

But a baby that was half her and half Cal? She’d been thinking about it again yesterday while Cal was leaned over the sink shaving. It would be a boy, she decided that while he ran the razor over his jaw. He’d have Cal’s height, and build, and maybe a few of his other features. Those amber eyes wouldn’t hurt, and that smile? Well, maybe not the smile. That smile is what made her fall in love with Cal, and she could not deal with a string of broken hearts trailing her son around. Because without a doubt he would have her track record in that department. He’d have a face that was impossible to say no to, and a laugh that made her world a little bit brighter every time he let it loose. She’d name him Shade. It had been something itching at the back of her mind ever since her brothers had decided not to name any of their sons that.

“Now that is a sight.” Farley teased, making Mare startle and wake the baby in her arms.

Glaring at her friend, who smirked in response, Mare grumbled. “What’s a sight?”

“That face tells me you’re weighing the consequences and options.” Farley at least had the decency to drop her voice when she said that. It still brought all the blood to Mare’s cheeks at the insinuation, and the fact that she had been so obviously caught. She recovered quick enough that she wasn’t completely embarrassed though.

“What consequences and options?”

“Nine months doesn’t seem too long anymore does it, Mare?” Farley shrugged as she shifted Clara and went to rise from the plastic couch they’d occupied for the better part of three hours. “And besides,” bending down so her next words were for Mare only, Farley tilted her head in mock consideration, “Making it will probably be the fun part for you.”

If she didn’t need both hands to hold a baby, she would have actually slapped Farley for that. Mare’s neck joined her cheeks in burning bright red, and she tried to shrink away from that searching smile.

“You were thinking about it.”

“I wasn’t thinking about anything.” Mare grumbled before getting up as well, forcing Farley back a step so they didn’t smack foreheads. She stole across the room and deposited Tramy’s son in Lou’s arms, before trying to slip out of the room at the same speed. But Farley knew her too well, and Mare cursed her short legs once more when Farley’s strides caught up with hers.

“Just admit it, you have baby fever.” Farely teased as she shifted Clara to a better hold so she could nudge Mare’s shoulder. Not expecting the push, Mare stumbled to the side, and glared as Farley laughed.

Crossing her arms and standing her ground, she looked Farley up and down. The general was still beautiful, and would remain that way for the rest of her life probably. Even balancing a child on her hip, she was imposing. Mare twisted her lip at the thought. With a baby on her hip, Mare knew she would be far less terrifying.

“I don’t have baby fever because I don’t want kids.”

“For someone who doesn’t want them, you spend an awful lot of time staring wistfully at your husband while he plays with them.” Farley raised a brow, and smothered another smile which only made Mare raise her chin in argument. Even if she was right, she didn’t have to state that out loud within earshot of anyone.

“I don’t stare wistfully.” She argued, the words clipped and sharp. Like Farley, she had her own military tone now. It normally refuted any argument before it could begin, but Diana Farley had never been afraid of her. And that was not going to change with a few sharp words.

Rolling her eyes with a mocking nod, Farley turned on her heel to continue down the hallway. “Of course Mare.”

“I don’t!” Mare shouted at her back, drawing the attention of a nurse at one of the stations. Glaring in the woman’s direction, Mare stomped after Farley. It was pointless to refute whatever thought her friend had, because she wasn’t wrong. Mare just refused to admit it. She did sometimes catch herself sitting on her parent’s back porch watching Cal play with the horde of cousins. He never got tired of it, and the way he laughed when he was with them sometimes bit at her heart. They all adored him, and followed him around as much as the young Ardents had at the Notch. She knew he’d caught her watching a few times, and had given her a knowing, bittersweet smile she never returned.

And sure they’d… talked about things like that. But never seriously. It was always after one too many glasses of wine when they were sprawled out of the couch half-dressed and teasing. Fantasizing about kids was fine then, because they still didn’t physically exist. And Cal had never made an overt moves or comments to tell her that he wanted to have kids right this second. What if she was the only one feeling the itch this strongly and he shot down her idea? He was just as practical, if not more than her sometimes. They both knew the truth and the risk of having a child far outweighed the idea of having it. There were too many variables they couldn’t control, too many horrible outcomes that they’d face. It was better to just fantasize.

“It’s too dangerous.” Mare spoke quietly, and even though she thought her friend wasn’t listening, it got Farley’s attention.

Pausing so Mare could catch up, Farley raised her brow again. “What isn’t dangerous in this life Barrow?”

“This would be even more so. The Silver Secession has not let up, and with the State still in a precarious position—”

“The States will always be in a precarious position. It’s the nature of that mess of a country.” Farley argued with a huff. She wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t change the fact that Cal was always going to be running back and forth to uphold his duties as a general.

Pursing her lips in irritation, Mare glanced to the side to avoid Farley’s stare. No matter how many times she faced it, it still cut her to the core. Those diamond hard eyes were too perceptive, and they always found the truth, even when Mare buried it deep.

“I think there is something else keeping you. You’ve never been worried about the Secession and you’ve never been worried about Cal and the States.” Farley tilted her head to the side before shifting Clara again. The young girl blinked awake, honey eyes still dreamy as she looked at her mother and then at Mare. “But you’re obviously not ready to talk about it.”

Shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket, Mare fidgeted with her ring. She knew there was a truth, a deep one she didn’t want to admit. A fear that ran deeper than the pestering Silver Secession and the nagging worry when Cal was gone in the States. It had haunted her for her whole life, and it would probably continue to do so.

“When you want to talk about it,” Farley whispered, her voice slipping into that gentle tone she so rarely used, “I am all ears Barrow.”

Mare considered it for half a second and opened her mouth to say something, only for the doors to burst open next to them and the twins to race by her, shouting like banshees. Clara perked up immediately, and squirmed until Farley sighed and set her down to race after the rest of the cousins. They all skidded around the corner together, pushing and giggling as they went. Craning her neck to make sure they went the right way, Farley sighed before turning back to Mare with an expectant eye.

Bree’s shoved his way between them though, grinning down at Mare and saying, “Pardon me, didn’t see you there.”

“Very funny. The short jokes died when we were ten, Bree.” Mare let a few sparks snap at his elbow as he tried to avoid her. Yelping at the sensation, he rubbed the spot and glowered like a child at her.

“Glad I’m not the only who gets that punishment.” Cal’s warmth always proceeded him, and this time was no different. Sliding an arm around Mare’s shoulders he pulled her close. “Is Lou finally sleeping?”

Pushing Bree along when he tried to linger, Farley responded for her. “Doubtful. The baby will want to eat, and then he’ll have to be passed around like a sack of potatoes for a little bit longer before she can sleep.”

“Sounds miserable.” Cal’s hand slid along her shoulders until his fingers brushed along Mare’s neck, tracing scars that he knew like a roadmap. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and brought goosebumps to the surface. Glancing up, she considered him for a heartbeat. Maybe he hadn’t been joking when he told her she’d look lovely pregnant, when she’d insisted she wouldn’t. Maybe he had been serious when he said they should consider moving to the same neighborhood as Bree and Tora. Maybe he had been feeling this insatiable itch just as long as her.

When she finally dragged her eyes away from his profile, it was to see Farley struggling to hide a smirk. Even though it was completely childish, Mare stuck her tongue out at her bitterly.

“I obviously missed whatever just happened.” Cal’s hand slid away from her, but not before Mare caught it and laced her fingers with his.

“Farley’s being annoying, which is why we’re leaving.” Mare announced before pulling him toward the doors. Farley only laughed in response to her.

Throwing one more good glare over her shoulder as she pushed Cal through the doors, Mare stuck her tongue out one more time.

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marmaligne · 3 years

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Hey yo! :D For the requests: how about a vld post-canon fanfic in which the reader helps Lance to move on, while still remembering Allura with respect and fond memories, which ends up in a sweet love confession? :3 If you need more details, please don’t hesitate to ask. Thanks, and have a good day!

[Lance McClain] “Under The Sun”

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“It’s been quite awhile now, I wonder when Lance is coming home?”

You pondered without so much as a doubt that he’d be back eventually, but you were a bit worried about your long-time best friend. It was late into the summer evening now, and the gradient dark blue was only just beginning to peek over the horizon. He was out late far more often now, though you supposed it was because Allura’s death had hit him hard, but you were in disbelief in seeing the usually peppy and flirtatious boy so…. depressed. It was heartbreaking to witness.

Staring out the farmhouse window, you watched the tall grass sway in the fields beyond and the slight breeze ruffle through the distant image of an apple orchard. The sun was nearly set by now, and soon the stars would be clear in the sky—a constant reminder of the paladins journey across the galaxy.

Knowing that there was so much life out there beyond the Earth you knew, you could barely comprehend just how significantly small your life was in comparison. You hadn’t travelled with the paladins or engaged in conversation with Allura beyond briefings during the Galran invasion, but you understood that the universe they witnessed was oh-so-incredibly vast and endless.

And now you felt oh-so-incredibly lonely in it. You weren’t close with many of the other paladins, besides Hunk and Pidge of course. Shiro had his new husband, Coran was too iffy for your tastes, and Keith…. well he was always off and away. With Altea restored to its rightful glory, commerce and politics between itself and Earth were bustling and swell, never better, and many of the paladins, including Lance from time-to-time, were busy making deals and new friends.

And you felt left out and abandoned because of that. It wasn’t fair that you hadn’t been accepted into the space academy, only because there was a limit to the number of accepted students, and it wasn’t fair Lance left without a single word to you, on some grand adventure for years on end without so much as a word, and it wasn’t fair that you were helpless in all things besides cooking or cleaning or feeding the animals out in the barn, or giving Lance a hug when he needed one, or looking after his siblings while his parents were gone or just—being there. It just wasn’t fair that they’d all experienced so much of life, and you hadn’t done anything in the meantime. Your meagre living was nothing in comparison to their heroism and praise. You felt selfish for thinking this way, so you never voiced your concerns to anybody, especially Lance.

“I wonder what he’d think of me, thinking this way,” you looked out unto the glimmer of stars appearing beyond the clouds, “he’d look at me and think ‘Life is never fair, you should deal with it.’ What a joke.”

You suppose you were satisfied for now with just being able to be near Lance, as a friend and support for when he needed you most, even if he didn’t know it.

“Oh Allura,” stepping outside, your eyes had an even clearer view of the skyline, and the sunset appearing within your vision, and you could almost feel the expanse of the universe looking down upon you, Allura among the vast amount of stars blazing within it, “tell me what I should do to help him. Tell me how I should be there for him, in the same way you were and in ways otherwise. How can I make him happy now you’re gone?”

Of course, you would never receive an answer beyond a pregnant silence, and the echo of your own voice over the hills and through the house where the children were asleep. You kept your eyes on the stars, hoping they’d give you some form of sign, an astrological message that could guide you, a vision of some kind, but there was only emptiness, the soft yet visible twinkle of each individual sun, burning lightyears away.

Sigh. You really should’ve expected this you suppose.

“Speaking to the sky, I’m selfish and an idiot!”

You gripped your [H/c] hair and yanked it downwards, chanting ‘idiot’ over and over again, like a mantra or a prayer, hoping it would relieve some of your many frustrations, until you heard a small sound from a hay bale around the side of the house, near an old trough used to store feed.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

Silence was all that answered at first, but then a small series of whimpers came from the area. You grabbed a pitchfork and slowly made your way over to the bale, creeping closer and bringing the pitchfork up to your chest, ready to strike.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

A terrified Lance dunked himself into the trough, getting his backside stuck before tipping it over and having it land on top of him while attempting to crawl away.

“Dios mío [Y/n], you scared me!” Lance stood up and dusted off his jacket and pants, rubbing at his eyes and making an awful attempt at hiding his face away from your sight.

“Well I’m sorry, oh merciful Lord Lance, but you being secretive and not answering me when I asked has a lot to do with that.”

He looked away from you for a further moment before responding.

“Well, I uh…. just wanted to be alone for a minute y’know? All my siblings and family n’ stuff, kind of makes my back stiff and mind numb from time-to-time.”

You watched solemnly as he tried to laugh it off, sitting back down on the edge of the trough, head leaning in his hands and staring off into the distance, obviously bothered by something. You were curious, but you didn’t have any right to pry if he didn’t want to tell you first. You’d respect his wishes if he really did just want to be alone.

“Well, alright then,” you smiled softly at him, forcing yourself off your knees and turning around to head back inside, “if you want to talk, I’ll be back inside. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

You began to walk away, adamant on getting back upstairs to the comfort of your bed and laying awake all night, when you felt a small weight on the back of your shirt. Lance’s hand had managed to grasp the fabric while you were walking away, and though you turned around to ask him why, he had barely moved from his position on the trough, only gazing at you with unshed tears in his eyes.

“Can you stay for a moment,” he pleaded, “please? It’ll only take a minute [Y/n], I swear.”

‘Allura give me strength’ you thought, letting out an exasperated sigh and seating yourself beside him on the ledge, barely glancing at him again, preferring to turn your sights to the horizon once more. You knew it’d be another nightly session of listening to his fears and sorrows, meanwhile drowning in your own self-doubt and anxieties. This also meant that tomorrow you’d wake up questioning your worth again, comparing yourself to the woman you’d come to respect and admire, and a woman who was now gone off to the afterlife, long before you.

“Tell me what’s up Lance. What’s eating away at you this time tonight, huh? Lemme guess, is it your girlfriend again?”

You watched as Lance fiddled with a piece of straw, rolling it back and forth between his palms, keeping his gaze on the sunset ahead.

“No,” he muttered, “more of an apology really.”

You nearly did a spit take, staring at him like he was a chicken with two heads. You never thought you’d be hearing an apology from the Casanova himself, let alone one aimed at you. Usually he was too cocky to have second thoughts.

“Sheesh Lance, what’s gotten into you? Did your mom finally drill some manners into that peabrain of yours?”

You jokingly put him in a headlock and started ruffling his hair, Lance desperately trying to remove your arm so he could fix his ruined part.

“[Y/n] c’mon! I styled my hair hours ago, I nearly kept it perfect for the whole day!”

He began running his fingers through his hair to put it back in place. Concentrating on perfecting it once more.

“Oh Lance, what kind of farmer like you needs styling gel? It gets greasy in a couple minutes anyways so why even bother.”

“It’s the thought that counts [Y/n]!”

You snorted as he huffed at you, the two of you quipping at each other reminded you of the days before he left off to the academy. Then you remembered,

“Oh right, the apology. Glad to see you learned some common courtesy, but what’s this all about Lance?”

You really needed answers. He suddenly went quiet and seemed to contemplate something for a moment. He worried you, and he knew it too, that you were expecting an explanation for an apology he probably wasn’t ready to give.

“Well you see [Y/n],” he stared directly at you, “I know that I’ve been down recently, and that you’ve always been…. there, I guess, for me when I needed you to be. And I know that I’ve never even thanked you or given you something in return, and that by using you as a way to escape my own problems, I’ve given you some of your own,”

He stopped for a moment to see if you were still paying attention, and seeing you looking at him with encouragement, he continued,

“I’m so sorry, [Y/n]. Really, I am. I was being dumb like always and pouring out my feelings onto someone who had difficulties of their own to deal with, and I never really thought about how I was hurting you…. I’m sorry. When Allura was here, and I was back out in space, battling alien hordes and saving the galaxy…. I felt like everything was right in the world, and that I was living my best life, being beside all the people I cared about, with friends I could trust. I didn’t realize until later that I completely forgot about you in the process, the best friend I left behind, who mattered maybe even more to me than I thought. I never meant to forget you, and I never meant to hurt you.”

He began to get nervous, losing the cocky persona he developed over the years completely, turning downtrodden and forcing out a final “I hope you can forgive me.”

Then he went quiet.

“….I never hated you, y’know,” you began, finally responding, “I never once despised you for leaving without me. I knew you’d come back someday, when I heard a lion took off from the desert that day, I just didn’t know when.”

You kept going, “If anything, I hated myself sometimes, for being selfish and wanting you to come back sooner, or blaming you in my mind for not taking me with you. It always felt unfair to me, that I was stuck here in a constant cycle of boring life, while you were out patrolling the universe, fighting Galra and going on cool missions-”

“-and nearly dying, like, 50 times!” Lance interrupted.

“….and nearly dying 50 times, yes.”

The sun was nearly gone now, disappearing quickly before you, clocking the time you’d been outside conversing in the summer heat—the pale moon climbing the sky behind you.

The stars shone ever-brighter, and the breeze had settled down, the grass at your feet stamped in and no longer swaying, and the crickets in the field were chirping, with the cows grazing in the meadow below, almost ready to head in for the night.

“I’m jealous Lance. And frustrated. But I never spoke a word of anything to you, because I loved you too much to bother you with any more problems than you already had. Nothings your fault, I was only emotional, and I have no disrespect for any of your friends or partners, including Allura. I only wish that you could’ve been happier.”

Ending your rant, you faced Lance again and shrugged, acting nonchalant, like nothing you said mattered at the moment. But he knew that whatever he said next would make a large impact on you.

“You loved me?”

You relaxed a little, “Still do Lance, never stopped even after you left. But, you came back with a space alien girlfriend, I knew I had to let you go.”

Allura was the light of his life, and he was the happiest you’d ever seen him in the weeks before her death. If she hadn’t needed to make a sacrifice, they would’ve probably grown old and had a life together, a family too, and he would have become the Altean King, with you far out of the picture. The little markings on the ridge of his cheekbones still detailed just how loving of a relationship the two were in. Even after her passing, you wouldn’t make a move when Lance only thought of you as a friend.

Both yourself and Lance were gazing at the sky now, completely silent, and yet there was an underlying comfort in the stillness, one which permeated through the air around you and invited a conversation to be had. Lance seemed to wish to speak in order to break it, scratching at the markings whilst trying to find the words to talk to you.

“Oh quiznak, words are too hard!”

Lance reaches across the trough to grasp the hand you’re using to stable yourself on the ledge, bringing it up to the space between the two of you and wearing the most serious expression you’ve ever seen on his face.

“When I was in third grade, I ran into a small child in the hallway and accidentally spilled their thermos of soup all over the floor. That tiny [H/c] kid became my desk-mate for all of third and fourth grade, and I remember having to give them my baloney sandwich because they wouldn’t stop crying till I did. In fifth grade, that same kid switched our lunchboxes because I had the better pizza pops, and in sixth grade, while taking a math test, they threw up all over the floor and I laughed like crazy; ended up going with them to the office because the teacher ‘didn’t like my attitude’. In seventh grade, I went to their birthday party and popped all the balloons, I stole half the cake and made off with three goodie bags before anyone could catch me. In eighth grade we became friends, and played pranks together on the other students during April fools, tipped an outhouse, and did each others homework because we both sucked at school. When I was in ninth grade, I gave them a Burger King crown and told them they ruled my world…. I know you know who I’m talking about.”

You began laughing the hardest you had in years, looking back on all the memories you and Lance had built up over the years, times when neither of you knew what would happen, and had big dreams and hopes for the future. The future had turned out to be far different from what both of you had expected.

“To be fair Lance, you were the one who threw up during that math test, not me. You cried for your mom all the way through the school and passed out on a couch in the lobby.”

“Shut up [Y/n], I’m attempting to be sentimental!”

When the laughter died down, and the world was quiet again, you gazed down at the entwined hands that rested between you two, and lazily swung them back and forth to see if he’d let go. When he didn’t, you smiled a bit,

“So what, this means your willing to try? To move on from Allura just like that? Forget everything you had with her and stick with me for awhile?”

He smiled brightly at you, as bright as the sun that could barely be seen, the final slivers fading away over the prairie.

“Allura’s not entirely gone,” he taps his markings, “these babies are a constant reminder of that. I’ll never forget the happiness she gave me, but I don’t want to keep dwelling on the fact that she’s gone. You’re here with me, more than anything, and I hope that we could stay this way for as long as we can.”

“I’d like that.”

It’s far too late to keep outside you realize, and the night brings with it a chilling cold that practically freezes your clothes to your skin, and tinges the air with frost. The fall season is coming, and summer is nearly over, and with it comes the colourful leaves, and the frosted grass, and the wilting flowers. You stand up, dragging Lance with you, and dust off the seat of your pants, preparing to head inside to bed.

Now the darkness has settled, the sun is gone. You take your hands and guide Lance around the house to the doorway. The door creaks open and shuts behind the two of you, and as you say your goodnights, you head off to your room. And as the glow of the moon enters through your window, enshrouding the walls in a pale light, you lay there and ponder.

Truly, you hope that you can spend many more days with Lance down in the fields, and with the cows and the tall grass, and out in the apple orchard, where the two of you will lie, down in the top soil, under the sun.

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BONUS:

“[Y/n], know that you’ll always be my Burger Queen.”

“Lance please. Shut the fu*k up.”

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✨ Hope you enjoyed ✨

#lance mcclain #voltron #vld #vld lance #vld fandom #vld allura #vld x reader #voltron x reader #lance x allura #lance x reader #reader insert #x reader #writing

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hiddendreamer67 · 3 years

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Stop asking Questions, you don’t like the Answers

This week I was delighted to use @showrunnerihardlyknowher ‘s OCs, Greyson and Thomas, who first appeared in this wonderful oneshot: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108463

Summary: The drakainian prince Greyson has taken the newest addition to his horde, a terrified human named Thomas, back to his lair.

Word count: 1,297

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The moment Greyson launched into the air, Thomas felt all the air whipped from his lungs. The human choked, feeling his tears freeze against his face in the sudden whoosh of cold air.

Greyson chuckled, happy Thomas had finally decided to settle down as he felt the human stop struggling in his claws. Greyson tilted his wings, leveling out to let the currents drift him towards home, only giving a strong flex of his wings occasionally to propel them along.

Contrary to his escape attempts while back on the ground, Thomas was now desperately clinging to the claws that surrounded him as best he could, praying to every deity he knew that Greyson wouldn’t take pleasure in watching him plummet to the ground. The drakainian prince was far too dangerously playful for Thomas’ tastes, and he could see all too clearly a vision of himself becoming a splat on the ground while Greyson cackled in glee up above.

Though Thomas did not yet understand, Greyson wanted to do nothing of the sort. The giant was careful to keep the human pressed to his chest, cooing softly at the adorable view of Thomas cuddled up so nicely against him. The poor dear must be freezing at this altitude.

“Nearly there honey, don’t you fret.” Greyson reassured his human, scratching his claw gently along Thomas’ scalp. Thomas shuddered, but fought the urge to squirm away lest he fall.

After what felt like an age and a half to poor Thomas, Greyson began his descent, aiming for a mountainous range hundreds of miles away from Thomas’ home. Despite the fact Thomas was relieved to be safely approaching the ground, as Thomas found he didn’t recognize any of their surroundings the human found himself overwhelmed with another wave of fear. He still had no idea what Greyson was going to do to him; Thomas couldn’t shake the horrible notion that his life was nothing but borrowed time at this point.

“Alright, here we are.” Greyson announced, alighting on a rocky outlook adorned on the mountainside. “Home sweet home.” The drakainian held Thomas in an open palm, gesturing broadly with his spare arm as he waltzed into the cave system filled with Greyson’s many treasures. “What do you think? My horde’s quite impressive, I know.”

Impressive was certainly a fitting word for the sight before Thomas. The intricately carved cave was made of a stone that seemed to glimmer, the last rays of sunset making them shimmer and sparkle. Even more blinding was the contents of the cave- hundreds of thousands of precious metals, gemstones, and other trinkets were piled up in a system Thomas could never hope to understand. Even a handful of these riches was more than what would ever have been found in Thomas’ home, and here it all was sitting around to amuse a bloodthirsty giant.

“Wow.” Thomas blinked, trying to not be blinded as the dazzling items threatened to shine light right into his eyes. He cleared his throat, realizing Greyson expected a reaction out of him. “You, uh, you collect a lot of stuff.”

Greyson huffed, a bit peeved at his great collection being dismissed as merely ‘stuff’. “I collect pretty things- like you.” Greyson corrected, booping Thomas on the nose with his claw. He sat down near the entrance to the cave, running his hand through the contents of one of the piles. “It’s only natural for a drakainian like me to be surrounded with things as gorgeous as myself. Don’t you agree?”

Watching Greyson casually filter a kingdom’s riches through his claws, Thomas felt sick to his stomach as they clattered back into the pile. Thomas saw several items that clearly were of human origin, as they were far too small to do Greyson any good; gem-adorned goblets, golden crowns, and- most disconcertingly- what looked to be shining metal armor that could have been ripped right off a knight.

“Where … where did you get all this?” Thomas cringed, peering around at some of the nearer piles of gemstones. Several still held traces of blood, likely imperceptible to the dragon’s large eyes. Thomas shuddered at the notion, wondering what poor civilization was slaughtered just so his captor could add to his horde.

“Why, see something you like?” Greyson teased, bringing Thomas closer to his collection. “Generally, we drakainians aren’t known to share our hordes, but given that you’re part of my horde, I promise not to rip your arms off for touching my other belongings.”

Thomas shuddered, quickly backpedaling in Greyson’s palm to distance himself from the cursed gold. “N-no, I’m good, I swear, I don’t need anything-”

“Nonsense!” Greyson waved away Thomas’ concerns, leaning over to dig through another pile closer to the back of the cave. “At the very least, you’ll need a change of clothes. You’re still covered in those wretched rags.” Greyson’s hand returned, a beautiful red tunic pinched between his claws. “This ought to do nicely!”

Thomas frowned at the offering, hesitant to take advantage of Greyson’s ‘generosity’. Just like every other item in this cave, Thomas could guess how Greyson got a hold of the outfit, and the story didn’t end well for the previous owner.

“Why do you even have that?” Thomas dared to ask, looking from the tunic to Greyson’s eyes. He shifted nervously, not sure he wanted the answer but knowing he had to ask. “Are there other humans, in your collection?” He glanced at the mountains of treasure piling high above him and retreating into the cavern, wondering if another person was hidden beneath the wreckage, or trapped amongst gold so deep in a cave that no one would ever hear their cries for help.

Not exactly a pleasant fate, but one that just might be Thomas’ future.

“Why Thomas, I didn’t peg you as a jealous creature.” Greyson grinned, pressing Thomas once again against his cheek, feeling Thomas’ delightfully squirm and try to avoid his cuddles. “Don’t worry, honey, you’re my only focus for now.”

For now. That’s the part that worried him. “Have you kept humans before, then?” Thomas continued to press the issue, despite his better judgement.

Greyson hummed, a smirk coming to his features. “I have. I got bored.” Greyson brought Thomas in front of his face, showing off his sharp fangs as he snapped them together playfully. “And hungry.”

Thomas gulped, his skin turning a sickly pale at the timely grumbling of the dragon’s stomach. Oh god, he had pushed his luck too far. He shouldn’t have asked; Thomas didn’t want to know where all of this came from if it meant he’d share the same terrible fate. Thomas shook his head, unable to look away from those razor-sharp fangs that still held traces of blood from Greyson’s earlier rampage.

Thomas shook his head again, fearing he had finally crossed the line. “P-please, don’t-” Thomas begged, not wanting to be yet another victim to be torn to shreds by the ferocious beast. Just another pathetic human standing between Greyson and what he wanted.

“Oh, honey.” Greyson’s tone immediately turned sympathetic, hugging Thomas to his face once more. “I’m only teasing, I promise. You’re my first and only. I don’t plan on replacing you any time soon. And besides, you’re too cute for snacking.” Greyson said this last bit to remind himself as well, for at this close a range he could once again smell the tempting scent of Thomas’ fear.

“No, the only thing I’ll be doing with you is a bath.” Greyson decided, venturing further into the glittering caverns. “You’re positively filthy. I’m sorry you had to get caught up in all that unpleasantness.” Greyson let out a huff, his tail swishing irritably back and forth. Humans were always sticking their noses where they didn’t belong; pleasant company excluded, of course.

#g/t #giant/tiny #showrunnerihardlyknowher #not my OCs #oml i love these bois so much and might have another idea in the future too but I had to meet 'em first #thomas it's fiiiiiiine stop looking at so many skeletons in the closet

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kalimagik · 4 years

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Red with Rage

George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/N: This was a request by @siriusly-addicted-to-writing - I’m sorry it took awhile to write, but when I started, I just couldn’t stop! But I hope that you like it! My requests are open to anyone who would like to request something! I have a few others that I will be working on, but I promise that I’ll get to them at some point! If you like, give it a like, reblog, comment, or send me a message! Enjoy and happy reading! <3<3

*Not my GIF - credits to owner

“No, no. That’s too obvious,” Fred grumbled as he kept his head close to George’s, whispering.

“That’s the beauty of it Freddie! She won’t even see it coming!” George argued in return.

The twins were doing their best to keep their voices down. Umbridge was either slinking around, eavesdropping or had Filch doing it for her. He’d already ruined plenty of their plans to cause chaos around Hogwarts. Everyone had just returned from the Christmas Holiday and the semester already seemed to be going in the toilet. Umbridge brought everyone’s moods down the moment they stepped foot in the castle. So, naturally, Fred and George had to fix that.

“Fred, I’m telling you. Doing something to her tea would be a masterpiece. We could easily make her breath smell like dragon testicles, no problem!” George whisper yelled at his brother.

“That would be a punishment for anyone who has to stand near her during detention, it isn’t worth it!” Fred tried to explain again.

“Well then I don’t know what we’re going to do!” George threw up his hands, leaning back in frustration.

“Hello, boys!” Y/N grinned as she sat on the bench across from the twins.

“Y/N,” Fred nodded before returning his attention to the paper in front of him.

“Hello there, love,” George smiled as he leaned over the small table to peck his girlfriend’s lips. “Give her a bit more of a welcome, Freddie.” George joked.

“My apologies, Y/N, but I can’t focus on much until we come up with a way to get at that TOAD,” Fred emphasized, scratching his head again.

“OOOO, are we planning pranks? Count me in!” Y/N pulled away from George and tried to glance at the paper in front of Fred.

“No, not happening, love!” George pulled the paper from Fred’s fingers and stuffed it into his pocket.

“WHAT?! Why not! Common!” Y/N’s mouth hung open as she pleaded with her boyfriend.

“Yeah, why not?” Fred asked. “We could really use a fresh set of eyes. PLUS, she’s a pro!”

“What he said!” Y/N agreed, trying to give George her biggest pouty eyes.

“No, I’m not risking it. I don’t want her to get in trouble if we mess something up or get caught.” George looked right at Fred as if Y/N wasn’t sitting right across from her.

That’s when the twins’ back and forth became them conversing in their own little world. It always amused Y/N when this happened.

“George, before you two started dating, she was the mastermind behind half our pranks! I don’t think she ever got caught once!”

“But I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if she had to endure detention with the toad.”

“She’s never had detention before! What makes you think it’ll happen this time.”

“This woman is unpredictable. She is probably listening to us right now. We know that she has targets on our backs.”

“We would totally take the blame if we are caught though. There is no way Y/N will get in trouble.”

“As cute as this is, guys, I can make my own decisions.” Y/N waved her hands in between the twins.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to leave you out there.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to you two having your own little code.” She replied as she rolled her eyes.

“I really don’t know if it’s a good idea.” George shook his head. Y/N knew he was just being protective over her, but she could take care of herself and that was supposedly one of the things George loved about her.

“Georgie, we need her. You have to admit it. She will bring this planning to a whole new level. We need some fresh ideas.”

“Fine,” George sighed as he watched his brother and girlfriend high-five in victory. His heart was in the right place, but he knew deep down that he was never going to convince these two that Y/N joining in wasn’t a good idea.

“Now that that’s settled, let me hit you with my ideas. I have been kept on the outside for these last few months, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been conspiring on my own.”

Y/N laid her plan out for the twins. She had escape routes planned out, look-out positions, distractions involving Peeves and unsuspecting students. The boys watched in awe as she told them every last detail. When she finished, Fred turned to George, wearing a shit-eating grin. “Tell me why we’ve been leaving her out of our pranks again?”

In all honesty, George wasn’t sure. She was an evil genius. The prank would be set in motion the next day. Y/N had already tracked Dolores Umbridge’s schedule, so that recon was already taken care of. George was amazed but also slightly terrified of his girlfriend. As long as she never turned her talents on him…actually, he would be honored for her to pull a prank on him. Pranks this detailed were a work of art in the eyes of the Weasley Twins.

George walked down the hallway with his brother, carrying loads of books in their arms. As they passed Umbridge’s chambers, Fred tripped over air, causing both him and George to drop all of their books. Y/N had Peeves causing a ruckus in the Astronomy Tower, so the twins dropping their books was just a back-up. In the commotion, Y/N slipped into Umbridge’s rooms under the invisibility cloak she had borrowed from Harry. How Y/N found Umbridge’s chambers and learned to get inside, George did not want to know, but their plan was going perfectly.

By the time the boys picked up the hordes of books they didn’t need, Y/N had slipped back out of the door. She was careful to stay behind the boys as they cleared the way in the hallways all the way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Everything go well?” George asked once they were safely tucked inside.

“No problems at all. Now, we just wait until the feast later. We’ll see if my concoction worked there. I bet Umbridge will be red with rage,” Y/N chuckled as she thought about what she had just done.

Y/N and the twins laid low for the rest of the evening, keeping their ears open. As 6 o’clock approached and students made their way down to the Great Hall, Y/N told the twins to keep their heads down. They would move with the crowds to keep from being suspected. Y/N had the timing perfectly. Umbridge always liked to make an entrance to feasts, so she always showered right before to be prim and proper.

Settling in between the twins, Y/N pretended to go about her business. The twins knew the full plan, but they truly didn’t know what to expect from this prank.

Y/N covered her mouth, pretending to rub her nose as she whispered, “5…4…” Y/N began counting as she watched the doors. “3…2…1”

As if on cue, Dolores Umbridge let out a wail that rang throughout Hogwarts. Her quick, small footsteps could be heard echoing off the stone as, Y/N assumed, Umbridge ran towards the Great Hall.

The doors flew open as the short “headmistress” stood in the opening. She had on a pink, ruffle bathrobe, hair still wet, but her skin and her hair were not their usual shades. They were maroon. Her skin and her hair were maroon. It was obvious that Umbridge had tried to run it off and tried to magic it off, but it was no use. The dye wouldn’t budge.

“Who- did this?” Umbridge’s sour, high-pitched voice gritted through her teeth. The laughter started off as chuckles that grew as more people became braver. Soon, the entire Great Hall was howling with laughter.

No one but Y/N and the twins knew anything about the prank, they were all stunned, but pleased. Seeing Umbridge outraged was always a good way to lift everyone’s spirits, especially when she would never catch the culprits.

Umbridge huffed in frustration as she stormed out of the Great Hall. Filch followed. Looking up at the staff table, Y/N could see wide smiles etched on the professor’s faces, despite them trying to hide it. Even McGonagall hid her smile behind her goblet.

“Well done, Y/N/N.” Fred whispered under his breath, low enough that the commotion drowned him out. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

“Love, that was brilliant. Maybe we should have brought you in earlier,” George praised, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulling her into him so that he could press a kiss against her temple.

Picking up her cup, Y/N felt her smile grow because of her victory. Before taking a sip, she laughed, “I told you she would be red with rage.”

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mhathotfic · 4 years

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I’m bringing this over here because dragon and y’all should know how I feel about mythical creatures by now

Warnings: minor somnophilia, minor dubcon, dry humping, breeding kink

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x reader

It’s wasn’t everyday you just ran into your soulmate, hell some people never even get to meet theirs. This should have been an exciting and happy moment. He thought she’d be overjoyed to meet like he was, but instead she was terrified and shaking.

“Hey, it’s ok you’re fi-” he tried to soothe her only for her to hide behind him and give a frightened yelp. He looked towards the direction she had come from and in an instant knew why she was so shaken. Humans. A rumbling growl built up in his throat at the men that had presumably been chasing her.

Humans were strange creatures. Some were kind, good people who understood the importance of respecting and caring for the forest and the creatures living in it, others not so much. Some were cruel and greedy, only caring for themselves and the profits they could make. It’s the latter that Kirishima was currently dealing with.

It was their type that he’d steal from in order to build up his horde. Their type that he had no problem driving out of the forest and destroying anything that they left behind. Their type that made him have to quell the urge to kill them.

Contrary to how his race was thought to be, he wasn’t the violent type. He wasn’t the kind of man who’d take pleasure in asserting his strength over others. He wasn’t for mindless violence, but watching these vile creatures hunting innocent beings simply because they thought they had something to gain, well that made his blood boil.

He hadn’t expected he’d run into hunters after the last set he had chased off. You’d think they’d learn to stay clear when the last group returned with only six of their ten-person party. The fairy that was clinging to him for dear life proved otherwise.

A younger man in that group took a confident step towards them. He was cocky, likely trying to prove himself capable to his seniors. He was an idiot that was close to getting himself and everyone in his party killed. Kirishima wasn’t about to let her go when they had just found each other.

He let out another low growl, smoke seeping from the corners of his mouth. The idiot hesitated for a moment, but before he could make another move one of the older men stuck their arm out In front of him. This one was at least smart enough to know not to cross a young rutting dragon. Especially when he’s just found them trying to capture his mate, or rather his soon to be mate.

“Why are you stopping me? We could-” “End up dead if you keep pursuing them” the older tutted, gesturing towards them. “Take a good look at them, their mates” he couldn’t help the rush of pride at the acknowledgement, even if it was from them “He won’t let you near her with out a fight, one that you will lose”. Just like that, the whole lot turned tail and left.

He would have gone after them, but he had more pressing matters to take care of. "Are y-“ he stopped mid sentence, caught off guard by a sudden kiss. "Thank you…” she looked at him expectantly, taking his hands in hers. He responded by gathered her up into his arms, reveling in the cute giggle fit she had “Eijirou Kirishima”.

She gave him a bright smile “Thank you Kir-”. It was his turn to cut her off with a kiss “Eijirou”. “O-ok, Eijirou” she paused, her cheeks tinted a rosy pink. His breath hitched and heart skip, she was really cute and all his.

“So you’re my soulmate, I think I like that” she sighed wrapping her arms around him. He felt another wave of pride wash over him at that. “Oh, I almost forgot, I’m (Yn)”.

Their conversation came to a lull by the time they reached his den. He sighed placing her delicately on a pile of blankets and pillows he had gathered up. She was sound asleep, the stress of her situation finally having caught up to her now that she was safe.

He’s barely talked to her yet, really he only knew her name, but he still felt an undeniable attraction towards her. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was meant to be his or the fact that mating season had just begun, but he didn’t want to leave her side. He bit his lip, it would be ok if he laid next to her right? Just for a moment, that should be fine, shouldn’t it?

He shook his head, it wouldn’t be smart to, not when he could hardly keep his hands to himself. It was a bad idea to bring her here. Sure, his mind wasn’t clouded by lust now, but it was only a matter of time and he couldn’t expect for her to help him when they didn’t even know each other yet.

He took a breath to try and calm himself. That was a mistake. His eyes dilated and a groan slipped past his lips. Her smell changed so drastically, an overwhelmingly sweet kind of musk. Completely addictive.

He tried to convince himself to step out of his den and clear his head, but his feet were firmly planted in place. His mind racing as he tried to fight his more primal instincts that urged him to breed her.

He shuddered at the thought, a familiar ache growing between his legs. It was to soon, he knew it was to soon, but that didn’t stop him from desperately wanting it. Would she mind bearing his children? They had plenty of things to learn about each other, sure, but they were literally meant to be mates. Starting a little early with making a family shouldn’t be a problem right?

He took a slow, deep breath while crouching next to her, heart skipping a beat as her scent completely flooded his senses. He needed more. He laid down and pulled her flushed against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, grunting at the shock of pleasure that rushed through him when his hips bucked against her.

He took another shaky breath, her scent was going to be the death of him.

He pressed his face into her neck and closed his eyes, letting himself indulge in her. This wouldn’t make him a pervert, right? He only bucked into her once! He was sure he could resist doing it again!

Except he couldn’t. Once became just one more and twice turned into pushing her skirt over her hips to rut against her soft skin and trying to keep from waking her.

That still just didn’t feel like enough. He wanted, no, needed to touch her. His hand had started drifting down her body, but before he could reach his destination a soft, sleepy voice spoke up.

“E-eijirou?” his eyes snapped open and he practically flung himself away from her.

“Fuck! (Yn) I’m so sorry!” .

“Eijirou”.

“I didn’t mean to!”.

“Eijirou”.

“I just, ugh! I’m so fucking sorry!”.

“Eijirou! It’s fine!”.

“You just smelled so nice and I’m- wait… it’s fine?”.

He looked down at her flushed face, trying to find any hint of disgust for his actions. He, much to his relief, couldn’t find anything. Instead she smiled up at him moving over and patting at the spot next to her, a silent invention to rejoin her “You’re rutting, right? You can’t exactly control when your instincts kick in”.

“I could have tried harder to walk away though” he sighed following her instructions and settling down next to her, tentatively pulling her into his lap. “Don’t beat yourself up over it! I want this” She sighed, nestling her head in the junctions of his neck and shoulder “Can’t you smell it?”.

He chuckled moving a hand to her chin, prompting her too look up at him. He sighed, letting every bit of guilt and hesitation go and pushed some of her hair back to kiss her forehead “So that’s why you smell like that?”.

His lips quickly went her neck, kissing and sucking at the soft skin. “Mmhm… ” (Yn) hummed tilting her head back “Fairies smell different depending on how we feel. What you’re smelling is my body’s reacting to yours”.

“I caused this?” he smiled against her neck, giving it a quick nip before turning back to his work. It was odd how natural this felt, it must be because of the bound that all mates instinctively shared.

She gave another confirming hum rolling her hips experimentally, gasping when he groaned and bucked into her. He moved his hands down to her hips to take control of her pace and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. He moaned when her tongue began to eagerly dance with his.

He cupped her clothed chest and let out a quiet growl. This wouldn’t do, he needed to feel her. With quick fluid motions, he tore the clothes she had on off her body.

“H-hey!” she pouted at him but didn’t move to cover herself. “I really liked that dress you know” she huffed when he started to chuckle at her. “I’m sure I have something in my horde you can wear” he smiled, letting out another groan and rubbed at her slickness “You don’t really need clothes for this anyways”.

She whimpered, grinding against his fingers “T-that’s not the mm… that’s not the point!”. He laughed, trailing kisses down her neck. “You don’t seem to care all that much” he teased, dragging his tongue over one of her perked buds before taking it between his lips. He was rewarded with a cute little moan of his name and her hands tugging at his hair.

She arched into him whining and whimpering so sweetly at him. Every moan had his head spinning, God she was so fucking perfect. He rolled and pinched a bud in between his fingers and moved away from the other with a lewd pop, smiling at the flustered noise she made. “Baby” he smirked at the little whimper she let slip, pressing kisses against her chest “I know this’ll sound crazy, but can I breed you?”.

He moved back to her neck trying to distract himself while he waited for her answer. He pressed kisses against the sensitive skin bringing a hand up to tug at her hair, gaining more access to her neck and reveling in her breathy moan. He moved back to look at her expectantly, she was taking more time than he thought she would to respond.

“I-I’d be happy if you did” she breaths out shyly, reaching up to caress his face before pulling him into another kiss. He laid her on her back and before she even registered it he was hovering over her, completely naked and pursuing her lips with a fierce hunger. He happily swallowed every single noise she made, his hand moving down her body slowly until he reached her delicate sex.

He plunged his fingers inside of her when she was just settling into their current actions, tearing a loud gasp from her throat. In seconds he had her squirming and whining as his fingers explored her. She whimpered when he began rubbing at her sweet spot.

“Your so fucking cute” he growled pressing kisses against her soft skin, pumping his finger back and forth in her. “So gorgeous and wet” he grunted out “And it’s all for me, right?”. “I-it’s all yours E-eijirou!” She cried out earning a pleased groan and an extra finger added.

She began grinding back against his fingers, gasping and moaning, She brought a hand up to his chest, dragging her fingers down his body while his praises. He groaned in response, twisting his fingers around and rubbing at her inner walls. “God you’re gorgeous” He groaned, slamming his fingers into her “I’m glad you’re mine”.

He hummed in satisfaction when she arched into his touch, grinding into his hand as best she could. “I need you to cum for me. Can you do that for me Baby?” he grunted. It didn’t take much longer for her to come completely undone, letting out a cute little cry of his name in ecstasy.

“Eiji” she cooed sweetly “I want you right now Eijirou. Please, I need you to fuck me right now”. His eyes darkens at her words, a mischievous smile gracing his face. “If you talk like that” he spoke through a growl, grinding against her slick little cunt “And I won’t be able to hold back”.

“I don’t want you to” she purred, gasping when he growled and pulled her into a kiss that was mostly tongue. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrusted in at just the right angle, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“S-so, ahah! Mm it feels so good” she whined, throwing her head back and panting. He moaned at her praise, starting a ruthless pace. She reached out and held his face in both hands, she gave him longing look before pressing their foreheads together. “Y-you’re so Won-wonderful” she spoke between kisses, her words broken by her desperate moans.

“Eiji-eijirou” he responded with a grunt, to focused on his current activity to give a proper one. “I’m s-so cl-close” she whimpered, raking her nails down his back.

That got his undivided attention. “You want to make you cum?” he grunted out angling his hips to hit her sweet spot. She whined loudly and nodded frantically, arching into him and grabbing at his biceps. He only chuckled at her, as he continued to pound into her “Say it, I want to hear your pretty voice”.

“Please Eiji, I want you to, Ah!” she cried out clinging to him tightly as his finger suddenly started rubbing circles around her swollen clit. “To what?” he teased, a way to proud of himself smirk plastered on his lips.

She moved her hands to cradle his face again, pulling him into a messy kiss before speaking again "Eijirou please, make me cum”. He groaned, a hungry gleam in his eyes. “God you’re so cute” he sighed, giving her a few slow and hard thrusts and roughly working her clit. “Go ahead and cum all over my dick Baby” he breathed against her ear, amused by her desperate little whimper.

“Go on let me see how good your feeling” he groaned into her ear. She screamed out his name as her orgasm hit, her mind going completely blank.

“Fuck you’re amazing” he grunted, he was so close, he didn’t even wait for her calm down just desperately searched for his own release. “You take it so well, shit. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” He hissed out barely even caring that she could only respond in whiny gibberish.

She whimpered at his roughness, she could feel herself getting close all over again. “You’re so tight and wet for me. Fuck I’m going to make you so round. Do you want that? Do you want me to breed you like that?” his eyes were glazed over with lust as he spoke.

He heard her scream in pleasure and felt her tightening around him. Her orgasm pushed him overboard. He groaned, lost in his own ecstasy, she was clenching so tightly around him and making cute little sounds. He buried his cock deep inside of her, giving a few more shallow bucks into her dragging out their highs.

“L-leave it in” she murmured when he attempted to pull out of her. His eyes widen slightly at her request, but he complied. Carefully rolling onto his back so she laid on top of him. “I can’t wait to fall in love with you" she mumbled nestling her face into his neck. He kissed her forehead, he figured it would have sounded like an odd thing to say to anyone else, but knowing they’re soulmates made it something that made his heart thump. “I think I already have” he sighed, chuckling at the way she borrowed her face deeper into his neck.

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amostimprobabledream · 3 years

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And He Walks With Flames (Dabi x Reader) -Part Three

The old man is still talking, his voice flattening to a self-important drone, but Dabi isn’t listening.

He tends to pick and choose when he tuned into the miserable old fuck's ramblings, since he knew most of it would amount to nothing in the end. It would soon all be ashes. Since he'd been brought to this sterile shithole, he'd entertained himself with fantasies of exactly how he was going to kill the old man and those crawling little assistants of his - and oh, didn't Dabi have so many options to choose from? The thought makes his fingers twitch with excitement, like they are flexing of their own accord in anticipation of the event.

But that, too, has eventually gotten boring. That was something they didn't often mention about captivity – its fucking tedious whenever you don't have humans in white coats poking at you or running their little tests with their precious machines. If Dabi wasn’t keenly aware of how temporary this all was, and since he knows he’s too powerful for them to really be able to hurt him, he probably would have lost it a long time ago. He never did take too kindly to being…restrained.

So imagine his joy, his fucking glee, when the idiot humans had actually done as he demanded and brought you here to him, like a lamb to the slaughter. Oh, Dabi may be behind a barrier and have those magitech guns pointed at his head, just waiting for an excuse to open fire, but that doesn’t matter. Just as long as he can see you again, he was prepared to tolerate doing so with restrictions in place.

For now.

You stood there, gazing up at him with a dark scowl forming on your pretty little face at the pet name, just as he'd suspected you would. Yet it felt quite natural to him, wrapping around you in a veil of false intimacy he knew would make you squirm.

The very fact he wasn't supposed to have even laid eyes on someone like you made it all the more hilarious to Dabi that he'd been able to demand your presence here before him, all with the threat of sinking back into his unresponsive state if not properly indulged. Even behind this barrier and with all the little enchantments cast on the place, he held plenty of sway. Getting humans to dance to his tune was something he never tired of doing. Their false sense of superiority over him would be their undoing.

"Don't call me that." you snap at him in a bitchy tone, narrowing your eyes a fraction. He wonders if that’s supposed to be intimidating.

"Mm? You don't like that?" Dabi asks in a mock-apologetic tone, his smile nothing less than scornful as he tilts his head. "What should I call you? Angel? Baby? Honey? I'm all ears, princess."

You open your mouth to bite back at him and he wants to laugh - you're clearly not accustomed to being spoken to like that and it only makes him want to do it more. Such a spoiled little thing. Getting you all huffy and flustered, such a sharp contrast to your smart, academic clothing and attempts at maintaining a detached demeanour, is the best entertainment he's had in weeks. You’re so damn cute when you’re annoyed.

"We brought the girl as you asked, demon," interrupts Fuji, and Dabi feels a vein of irritation puncture his pleasure at teasing you. He's had enough of the Director's voice to last him a lifetime, which is unfortunate since the old fuck seems disinclined to shut his mouth any time soon - he does like to hear himself talk. "Now will you co-operate with us?"

"You really are interested in me, aren't you?" Dabi hums, tail swaying laconically behind him. "How flattering. Or...could it be you're hamstrung by your lack of options? Hmm? Seems like I'm the only demon you've got in here. How pitiful."

"That's awfully confident talk, considering you're the one currently being held captive." Director Fuji replies casually, and Dabi snorts softly but with derision. "And here I thought demons could sense one another - either this facility is better fortified than I had thought, or you're overestimating your powers."

"Perhaps." Dabi replies lazily, as if this is of no concern to him.

You bite your lip as you watch this exchange.

You had expected Dabi to fly into a rage at that. Weren't demons supposed to be famously volatile? Either he's unusually composed for his species, or the ancient depictions of demons have a rather more extreme point of view than previously thought. Then again, no doubt Dabi knows that excessively aggressive behaviour on his part will result in some pretty painful magical retaliation and doesn't care to risk it, or he just doesn't think the Director is worthy of his rage. And no doubt the humans who used to fight demons in the history books would certainly see them far more monstrous than the detached viewpoint of a scholar who has likely never even seen one.

Yet even with all these safety measures, you cannot help but feel uneasy with Director Fuji casually divulging this information to Dabi. Knowing that he has potential allies somewhere in the building may well encourage him to act out, maybe even mount an escape attempt. From what Father has said, of all the demon specimens the facility has managed to acquire, Dabi is the anomaly. Is it because he's the strongest of all of them, or merely the most human-like? For all you know, there could be a horde of the terrifying, red-skinned beings depicted in your textbooks chained up in the basement. The thought makes a shiver crawl down your spine.

Dabi’s eyes turn back to yours and you stiffen.

“Why did you want me here?” you say, deciding to cut him off before something else obnoxious spills from his mouth, which seems to be an occupational hazard when it comes to this guy. “What’s the point?”

Dabi shrugs elegantly, tail flicking.

“Why not? You weren’t supposed to be in here at all, were you? Yet in you marched like you had every right. It made me curious. Plus, it’s nice to see a decent pair of tits around here.”

You know he expects you to squawk and flounce out in a huff, so you stays rooted to the spot, still scowling at him. The urge to cover your chest is strong, but you manage to overpower it, aware of how still the room has gone. It’s like only you and Dabi exist, and the thought is both frightening and oddly exhilarating – among all these scientists and supposed brilliant minds, you’re the only one he cares to speak to. He answered Dr. Fuji’s questions, yes, but he barely even looked at him. You’re the one he directly spoke to. That gives you some modicum of power, even if you’re not sure how best to use it just yet. “You don’t frighten me, demon.” You make sure to tell him calmly.

Dabi quirks an eyebrow at that.

“Oh?”

The word is loaded with tension, a little hiss on the syllable that makes you shiver, but you know he can’t do anything to you in his cage. So, you tilt your head back and offer him a bland, beatific smile.

“Sure, you might have some strong demon magic. That’s par the course for demons as humanoid-looking as you. I know quite a bit about demonology, you see. Not like these scientists with their tests and machines, but in other ways. It’s an interesting subject, and one you interrupted me from by making me come here with some pathetic attempts to get under my skin.”

You give a shrug.

“But you’ve overplayed your hand. Now everyone here knows you can speak and understand everything they say. No more treating you with kid gloves, so I guess that means there’s a lot more tests coming your way now. But really, how powerful can you be?”

Your smile widens into a smirk as you go in for the kill. He wanted you to come here? Then that was exactly what he’d get – you weren’t some trembling coward who would stand there like a deer in headlights just because a big bad demon spoke to you. You were your mother’s daughter, after all.

“After all, you’re the one behind bars.”

There’s silence. A silence that blankets the lab like snow, and Dabi’s smile remains in place, but his eyes are cold and piercing as they stare at you. You feel tingles erupting through your body, like you’ve narrowly avoided being bitten by a wolf and are only inches away from its jaw still. One of the assistant researchers is outright staring at you, open-mouthed, like you’ve suddenly sprouted a tail, or your skin has turned blue or something else miraculous and inexplicable.

"Director, we'll be taking our leave now." Father says beside you, making you jump.

To be honest, you had completely forgotten he was there. Evidently, he isn’t comfortable with the way the demon behind bars is looking at you either, even if you think it’s a little late for that. Still, he’s glaring at his boss with an unusually fierce look of disapproval on his face.

"Our part in this is over."

"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, fine." Director Fuji says, not even glancing at the pair of you, far too excited that he’s gotten the response he wanted from Dabi to care. "You may leave."

Relief washes over you and you risk a grateful glance at Father. Perhaps he feels bad that his forgetfulness caused this in the first place, and it's spurred him to go against the Director's whims for once, but he's right, you hardly need to be here now that Dabi is apparently feeling conversational and you're only too happy to get back out into the afternoon air.

The rush of relief doesn't last long, though, and you mourn its absence because, as you turn to go, a voice calls out to you, lashing around you like a lasso. Despite yourself, perhaps because you don't want it to look like Dabi frightens you - don't want to admit he does - you look back.

Those eyes. Whenever you look at Dabi you can see he's powerful, but you don't spend a lot of time thinking about the various forms power can take, the nuances of it. But when your gaze meets his, you feel like you've been pulled under by a whirlpool. Everything around you, the lab, the director, your father, all of it disappears and only he remains. Only he is what matters. That look burns everything else away, whispering promises to you that you don't want to hear.

So why are you listening?

"I'll be seeing you again soon, sweetheart." Dabi says in a low voice, like it's meant exclusively for you. "Real soon."

Anger unfurls inside you like a flower. Who does this…specimen think he is? He certainly can talk big, but the reality isn't looking so good for him - poked and prodded at by plenty of magically gifted humans and a container built specifically to hold creatures like him. The only reason he got his way today is because the Director couldn't help but indulge his scientific curiosity. But he’s an arrogant bastard to assume he'll be indulged a second time.

That thought in your mind, you sneer and flick your hair back.

"Don't count on it, demon."

Is it your imagination, or did a flicker of something cross his face when he took note of your refusal to call him by name? Maybe you only saw what you wanted to see, but either way it makes you feel a little better, to know something you said bothered him.

You stride out of the lab, knowing he's watching you, that he has no choice but to stand there and watch you disappear from his sight, without knowing if you'll return or not now that the scientists have finally gotten him to speak. He can hardly pretend not to understand them now.

Mother was right.

Anybody who is anybody seems to have shown up to the fundraiser tonight.

You smooth down the skirt of your dress, vaguely aware of your palms being a bit on the damp side. It’s not just the amount of people in the room, either - the entire room feels stiflingly humid and you’re glad somebody thought to open the doors to the balcony.

Ribbons of gold are hanging from the ceiling, attached to dozens of balloons. The tables are also draped in gold-coloured tablecloths and everywhere seems to have been polished to within an inch of its life. The dinner won’t start for a while yet and you didn’t eat anything before hand, worried about spilling it or your stomach sticking out unflatteringly. So, you remind yourself to take it easy on the champagne as you snatch up a flute of it from a passing waiter. Still, the drink does taste good as it goes down, bubbles fizzing on your tongue. You press your fingers to your lips with a little smile.

You hear your name being called and glance over to see a figure manoeuvring through the crowd towards you and your smile morphs into a grin.

“Momo!”

She looks ravishing, of course. She always does, in a silver gown that sparkles like a diamond. Her jewellery is simple and understated, but you can tell from a glance that it’s expensive. It’s odd to see her without her trademark ponytail, but it looks great on her. You hate yourself for it, but you can’t help but instantly compare yourself, your clothes, your hair, your style, to hers and wonder how you measure up. You suspect you may be lacking.

You do your best to push those thoughts away – you’re Momo’s friend and you shouldn’t view her looking amazing as some kind of failing on your end. Anyway, it wouldn’t do to get all maudlin right now, not when you have so many people to talk to and things to see.

“You look amazing!” you tell her, giving her a hug. “Is that dress new?”

“Oh…sort of,” Momo shrugs, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, beaming shyly at you. Ah, so she used her magic to make it, then. Usually, Momo buys her clothing like everyone else – she’s certainly rich enough to afford it. But every once in a while, she’ll use her magic to create an outfit and it looks like that’s the case tonight. It’s good to know Momo sees this event as important to, that you and Mother aren’t just making a big deal out of nothing. “You look great too, I’ve always liked that necklace on you.”

You touch it, pleased, but you can’t help give her a playful nudge.

“And of course, I bet your parents are looking forward to the auction, right? They could probably afford to buy every lot here, if they wanted to.”

“Don’t be silly!” Momo replies, but she’s giggling. “Though mother did hear about some sort of rare lamp that might have belonged to a djinn that she was fascinated about. And I’m sure there are other things that would be so useful for our magical studies, I hope there are some representatives of the academy here who can participate in the bidding!”

You hadn’t even thought of that – trust the genius Momo to be thinking about the potential of the academy getting their hands on some magical oddities.

“That’s a good point. I’m sure we’ll run into a professor or two,” you say, risking another sip of your champagne. “They party hard, these intellectual types.”

Momo laughs again, and you do too, the mental image of Professor Nedzu getting drunk a pretty hilarious one. You don’t even know if he can drink, but maybe tonight you’ll find out for sure-

“Look!” Momo suddenly whispers.

You hear gasps near the entrance to the building and turn around, eyes widening when you realise who has just walked in. Your mouth falls open.

“It’s him.”

The rumours were true. You don’t know how Mother pulled it off, but when some of the crowd parts, you spot the unmistakable red-and-white head of Prince Shouto Todoroki.

Thought it’s strange for the youngest child to be the heir to the throne, you can admit that there’s an aura to him, a certain stoic regalness to his features. It’s common knowledge that of King Enji’s children, only Prince Shouto is able to use both fire and ice magic, the perfect combination of elements, and it is this reason that he is considered the ‘true heir’. What Princess Fuyumi and Prince Natsuo’s opinions are on being passed over for their supposedly weak magical ability has never been discussed publicly, and the less said of Queen Rei (or ‘the Mad Queen’, as some circles call her in whispers), the better. You did hear a rumour once about someone else. A firstborn Prince who disappeared under mysterious circumstances, but you’ve never put much thought into it. How can a Prince just go missing? Wouldn’t people be looking for him if that were the case? It just seems too farfetched to be true.

“Should we go talk to him?” you blurt out without thinking, yet the idea of inconveniencing the prince in any way fills you with dread.

“Well…” Momo says, also glancing Prince Shouto’s way, and you know it’s not a trick of the light that her cheeks hold the faintest hint of a blush. “Perhaps later, when he isn’t busy? We wouldn’t want to be rude and interrupt him when he’s speaking with important people…”

Right. You wouldn’t want to be rude.

Still, excitement fizzes through you veins as reality hits you full force. You’d been viewing this evening as having a chat with a bunch of stuffy old academics older than your father, but now you’re beginning to understand why Mother had been so insistent on you dressing up and brushing up on conversational topics. Not that you’re out to catch yourself a husband or anything – you’re way too interested in your academic career and honing your magic for that – but that doesn’t mean you’re not interested in doing other things. Especially with people who look like Prince Shouto.

“Momo!” calls a voice, and you make a face. Ugh.

“Oh, it’s Iida and his family!” Momo says, glancing at you, knowing your distaste for your classmate very well. He’s just so pompous and annoying and he always makes lectures drag on far longer than they need to by asking unnecessary questions. “I’ll just go say hello, okay?”

You nod, knowing that a family as well-connected as Momo Yaoyozoru’s means she’s probably going to have to say hello to a lot of people tonight.

“No problem, I’ll catch up to you later.”

She nods at you, a grateful smile on her face, before she moves over to speak to what looks like Iida’s older brother, Tensei. You quickly slip away before the younger brother can spot you, which is easy enough with this many people here. You mill around the room, taking another sip from your champagne. You feel a bit like an actress playing a role, perhaps ‘girl at the party’. As you walk, you pass by a mirror and glance at it, making sure you haven’t smudged your make-up or something.

You have to admit, the dress you’re wearing looks good on you. You found it in the back of your wardrobe after seemingly throwing everything else you own onto your bed. But the searing shade of blue complements your skin tone well, and the style of the dress flatters your figure without being too revealing. You’ve seen a couple of people glance your way, and it feels nice when it’s in a place as wonderful as this. And it’s only for tonight, so there’s no pressure on you to look like this every evening.

Soon the auction for magical artefacts will start, though you’re not planning on buying anything – your parents might not be struggling to make ends meet, but you have student loans to think about. Plus, there’s no way you could afford any of them, especially not with the lords and ladies here when they want something.

As you move further into the hallway, you notice there seem to be stalls and tables, probably merchants flogging their wares. Curious, you move to inspect them. Strange objects lie on a bed of black velvet, some of it recognisable to you, others you’ve never even heard of. The intellectual in you is dying to know more. “Are you enjoying the party?”

You glance up at a voice.

A man, you’d guess he’s in his mid-thirties or so, is watching you from a stall right at the end of the hallway. It’s a bit bigger than the others and you suddenly realise he’s actually sitting in front of a tent of some sort.

“I am, yes,” you reply, moving a little closer to have a look at what he might be selling – just because you have no intention in participating in the auction doesn’t mean you won’t buy anything. “Are you?”

The man smiles and there’s something about him…it’s hard to explain, but you’re both curious and wary. Like every word you’re saying to him is being weighed and measured for every possible meaning, even ones you didn’t intend. Yet he doesn’t look like a merchant trying to sell his wares to rich patrons. There’s something else going on here, and you want to know more.

“I am,” you say, making your tone light and pleasant as you look over the items on the table in front of you. One of them is a crystal ball, and it seems to be the real deal, not one of those knockoffs you sometimes see. “What is it that you’re selling here?”

“I’m a fortune teller of sorts,” the man replies, still wearing that charming smile. “I tell people what may lie ahead. Though I should say for clarity purposes that it is not an exact science.”

“Oh, Tarot cards?” you say, delighted. “I’ve never had my cards read before. Are you still offering readings?”

It might seem a little bit of a strange thing to indulge in at a party, but until you can reunite with Momo, you’re on your own and the auction doesn’t start for a little while yet. Though you know you were invited here, it’s still a little intimidating to walk around among such giants in their respective fields. Especially in such an outfit as the one you’re wearing – usually you dress nicely but comfortably, since you spend most of your time either studying, attending lectures or occasionally going out with your friends. Nobody needs to wear high heels while they’re listening to the origin of magic, for example.

Anyway, you’ve always wanted to do this, why waste the opportunity?

“Certainly,” the fortune teller says, standing up and gesturing. “Please, come inside. I find atmosphere is rather important to properly do a reading and it’s far too noisy out here for appropriate mystique.”

You laugh slightly at that and follow him inside the tent. It’s much bigger inside than it is on the outside – you presume some sort of illusion spell is at work, or perhaps the tent itself is enchanted. It’s dark in here, candles sitting all around the perimeter of the tent. Normally you’d be wary of that being a fire hazard, but looking closer, the flames have an unnaturally white tint to them instead of the usual cheerful yellow, so you assume they’re enchanted to not burn in case of accidents. Anyway, you know enough magic to conjure water if there is one.

“Let’s do this at the table,” the fortune teller says, sitting down and gesturing to the chair opposite. “Would you care for some herbal tea?”

“Oh, no thank you,” you say, relieved to have a good excuse to refuse, holding up your champagne flute. “I don’t think herbal tea and champagne mix.”

He chuckles, bowing his head in acknowledgement.

“I suppose not.”

You sit down opposite the fortune teller, breathing in the fug of incense, a pleasant, slightly spicy smell lingering in the air. The table is covered with a purple cloth, and you notice there are various posters and tapestries covering the walls of the tent, though the lighting isn’t bright enough to make them out well.

You slide over some coins, uncertain of the amount, but your guess is either accurate or the fortune teller judges it fair, because he accepts them with a small smile and a nod but doesn’t comment any further. Instead, he reaches for a black pouch sitting on the table and begins to shuffle the cards in elegant hands, and you notice he’s wearing a ring, a dark pink gemstone winking at you in the candlelight as his hand moves.

He’s right about atmosphere, there’s an ambience here that would have been lost if you had sat down for the reading outside in the loud, crowded, white and gold decorated hallway. In here, in the dark, a secretive hush falls over you and the fortune teller that makes you wriggle in anticipation in your seat. This is the kind of place that goes beyond magical, like something truly mystical could happen here, even if you’re aware that this is just a bit of fun, nothing more. But you don’t want to offend him by not taking it seriously.

He smiles, and spreads the cards across the table, face down. The pattern on the back is pretty, black and silver and faintly gleaming in the dim. The flames atop the candles around the tent flicker, as if they want to lean in to listen to what’s about to unfold. The fortune teller looks at you and his eyes hold yours.

“Shall we begin?”

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Ducktales Treasure of the Golden Sun: Three Ducks of the Condor or Now with More Racism!

Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to my look at Ducktales: Treasure of the Golden Suns!, the pilot episodes that started it all. This look was one of my patreon stretch goals. To explain them in case some of you aren’t familiar with patreon it’s essentially like a kickstarter stretch goal: every milestone I reach in my monthly earnings means a crop of reviews for you guys, with this being 10 and my review of the movie, and the goofy movies in two weeks and September respectively, being the 15 dollar one. So if you want reviews of the OTHER Ducktales mini series Time Is Money and Super DuckTales, then hop on aboard and help me reach my 20 dollar goal so I can keep making these reviews for a living and give you all more. Said goal also includes a Darkwing Duck review eveyr month AND a review of teh Danny Phantom special The ULtimate Enemy so hop on board HERE AT MY PATREON. Patrons also get exclusive reviews, access to my discord server (Though if anyone would be more intrersted in me making that public let me know), and to pick a short each time I do a birthday special for a character from Looney Tunes, Disney and Beyond. And next month is my boy Donald’s so since you all already sat out goofy NOW is the time.

So now my very necessary plug is out of the way, i’m very poor, we can get to the review proper:

When last we left off Scrooge and the Boys went on their first proper adventure together, heading to Central America to follow the map from the first episode and running into Dr.Claw El Capitan and his new best buddy Glomgold. Mild racisim, moonsoons and much better pacing ensued.

So join me under the cut as my boy Donald returns, some iconic characters are introduced in Webby, Launchpad and Beakly, though this series only made one of them iconic to be fair, and we get some more mild racisim because fuck my life. Onward to the cut!

So yeah as I’ve mentioned a few times now this episode had a content warning.. which was fair as there is some pretty cringy stuff in here but it had the side effect of me holding my breath until the racisim came up and whapped me in the face. So i’m keeping that tension up for you guys so I don’t have to suffer alone.

We open at the Mansion. Scrooge is trying to find a governess for the boys, but they keep scaring off all the clients because they don’t like the idea. And for once.. i’m on Scrooge’s side here. Yes I know there’s a sterotype of rich people hiring a nanny to not have to parent. and it’s sadly often true and it’d SEEM like Scrooge is doing that.. but really he just wants the boys to be safe. He’s fully grown to care for them and just wants someone cheap and responsible to look after them while he’s busy and clearly still makes time for them. As someone who is a former nanny, albeit for someone working class, I get that as much as you WANT to spend every moment with your kid you often can’t. I say all this because SO MANY kids movies and shows villianize parents for not spending time with their kid when their clearly just working to support them. There are nuanced exceptions to this and refreshingly Craig of the Creek has outright avoided this: JP’s mom is gone almost all the time due to working as an airline pilot, but while he clearly misses her he never resents her or guilts her over it, he understands sh’es supporting him and goes out of his way to make sure his friends can meet her. It’s really swee.t And while again I get it, this guys a billionare, most examples aren’t, Scrooge still really CAN’T stop working: He has more money than god and like most bilionares REALLY should give most of it to charity or to help with programs instead of hoarding it in a massive bin.. but he’s also got tons of companies, factories, investments... people COUNTING on him to make sure these are working correctly and keep their jobs. So yeah i’ts nice that the show isn’t demonizing scrooge for this or dosen’t even consider it: he’s getting help beacuse he needs it, that’s what’s important.

So while the boys widdle down the nannies, Scrooge talks to a renowned coin collector. He does show off his collection to the guy, but his main goal is naturally to show him the coin from last time. Turns out that naturally for a five part episode the treasure they lost last time was just a fraction of the real thing and the real titular treasure is a mythical horde even Scrooge, who normally has proved something out of myth is very real 5 times before breakfast, didn’t think existed.

Something I do love about this five parter is how every treasure hunt has ended up being important each piece of the puzzle leading to the next like any good treasure hunt. As for where this one leads the collector HAS heard of only one other coin like it, up in the Andes Mountains in a mysterious fortress whose mountain habitat and being a fortress makes it hard to get to and the owner is apparently a real piece of work.. but Scrooge isn’t afraid of a little hard work and is ready to go after it.. he just has to find a Nanny first.

And he does as there’s only one left: Mrs. Beakley, who we FINALLY meet after two episodes. Yeah for some weird reasont his episode choose to cram the rest of the major main and supporting cast into one episode.. it still works, they all still get great introductions it’s just weird to me when you have five episodes to not say introduce Launchpad last time.

But regardless as I said it’s a good intro.. despite the boys wilding a lasso and a snake.

Beakly is unphased and even dosen’t remotely fall for them trying to say she got the wrong name. And while Scrooge is a little impressed, he’s even more when she states she’ll work for free... with one condition: Free room and board for her and her grandaughter, Webby, who has been there the whole time and looking cute as a button. Scrooge is unsure but one minute of Webby being adorable later and he’s agreed. She can’t eat much right? He also hopes she’ll help the boys not be douchebags, unaware that their inherent poorly written sexisim means that was never going to work. And why yes I will call it out eveyr time it happens because it happens every time they have an episode together and only gets worse.

He goes to Gyro for help and Classic Gyro.. is utterly delightful. While I clearly have issues with Classic Scrooge, whose a greedy poorly aged asshat and the boys, who are sterotypes of male children, Gyro? He’s nice, friendlya nd eccentric, using a delightfully wakcky pogo hat thing to think and takes only a mintue to figure out how to solve a seemingly unsolvable problem and only needs a few hours to build his cool looking bird ship, using bird legs to offset the hard to sort out landing conditions. But since it’s a fancy bitch, it needs a pilot and i’m sure we all know where this is going...but since Carol Danver sis busy he has to go with Launchpad.

Launchpad’s intro is great, cheerful as he does a job testing a plane and naturally crashes it, and when thought dead walks out seconds later unharmed and jolly as ever. Scrooge is naturally terrified of the prospect of flying with him but dosen’t really have another choice “I hope my insurance is paid up.” Scrooge it’s you.. of course it isn't.

So with that our hero bids a farewell to the boys and ends up unteitonally coming off MASSIVELY unlikeable. No really he leaves them behind for their saftey despite needing help... and then upon finding out Donald is going to be on leave soon in the andes, and just assumes that YOU KNOW, he’d LIKE to go on a dangerous exausting adventure instead of actually get some rest after working in the goddamn navy and STILL dosen’t take the kids along despite having a very tearjerking farewell IN FRONT OF HIM that happened at most a month ago. Granted i’m suprised Donald is getting leave this soon.. but since I genuinely like to look into this sort of thing and the last time I didn’t I was correctly reminded Gulliver’s Travels was a satire.. and found out someone HAD actually watched the Jack Black movie. I only vaugely remember a trailer.. I thinkn it was a trailer? Maybe it was the middle part of a juinor novelzation where htey have all the photos? I really don’t know. I know almost every pokemon on sight but not where I saw pictures of a forgetable jack black movie, what a shock.

So long story short I DID google it. Here’s what I got

So given clealry more time has passed than we’ve seen on screen, enough time COULD have passed for Donald’s three day pass to kick in. So credit to the crew for actually thinking that out. They still get all the blame though for not only not seeing how bad not taking the kids to see the uncle whose like a father to them a month after he left when he CLEARLY can is bad, but how worse it is that the first break donald gets ina month.. is spent helping scrooge against his will on a life or death treasure hunt.

And I get WHY they wanted to try out having Donald on an adventure: he was in most of the carl barks material.... but I also dont’ get it as Launchpad was deisgned entirely to fill in for Donald when needed, we’re only three episodes into the series and this gives the wrong impression Donald will guest star a lot more. In practice while he still did get a meaty 8 episodes on the show including this one, 2 of which were cameos and the pilot only dosne’t count because of the exnteded slapstick sequence, and dosen’t appear at all after season 1, likely because Fenton’s introduction made him reduntant as he was an even more blatant Donald stand-in. It just feels weird to shove him into the pilot movie when we should be focusing on our main cast, epsecially with so many getting intorduced this episode. It woudl’ve made more sense for Gyro to be the third man instead and it woud’ve elmaited Scrooge’s uttelry horrible actions here of depriving his nephews of their surrogate father.

So Uncle Dickstick leaves with Launchpad to go abduct donald.... and tha’ts not me being funny, that’s what actually happens. Donald is singing out on leave.. with his superior... weirdly doing paper work outside on the flight deck.

And is angry at Donald because of him taking pictures and stuff and threatens him if he’s not back exactly in time... because look he’s on a boat with a bunch of sweaty men but as the most superior officer he can’t enjoy that so he has to get off SOMEHOW and ruining donald’s life just happens ot be a thing for him.

So yeah Scrooge straight up naps Donald via claw and Donald is angry, wondering, as you’d expect “What’s the big idea”.. and once Scrooge clairfies he did it.. still asks that because what the fuck. And the episode treats this as comical, as it does Launchpad not understanding Donald.. and don’t get me wrong you CAN make a good “I can’t understand Donald Duck” joke, the 2017 series made PLENTY. But said series also spoiled me as they did it with far more effort, while also still showing just how much it would suck to have everyone around you struggle to hear what you say and never listen to you. They actually cared abotu Donald’s well being where as this one thinks “Gee you knwo what would go great iwth a hard month’s naval work? MORE WORK HELPING YOUR UNCLE GET RICHER FOR NO PERSONAL BENIFIT AFTER HE KIDNAPS YOU”.

So our heroes.. and scrooge, head to Andes and find the temple and it’s here “Sigh” we met our antagonist. A Conquestador Douche who DOES have a name and it is on the wiki.. but is so generic and unlikeble I’m just going to keep calling him conquestador douche, whose introduced waving his sun coin around while the natives all bow to him because of the coin.

Welcome to the racisim! Admitely it’s not as bad as Treasure of the Lost Lamp, that’s a high bar to clear, but ti’s still not great to have the racist cliche of “character conquers a civilization because of they belivie he’s a messenger for their “silly” god”. And the saddest part is not that I didn’t notice this trope and how bad it was as a kid watching shows like this... but that as an ADULT about 4 years ago when I watched this episode how racist it and this trope in general was didn’t register to me at all. That.. really bothers me that it took me this long to pick up on things like this and i’m sorry for it.

That’s honestly WHY we need these warnings and WHY i’m so hard on this racisim: it wasn’t necessary, it could’ve been removed and you clearly just didn’t care or didn’t realize it was racist. And even acceptable for the time dosen’t work for anymore: I learned recently that the creators of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, both white, hired black writers..and actually LISTENED, looking to them for personal stories and to check them if one of the white staff wrote something that wasn’t true to the black experience. I know that sounds like the bare minimum but this was the early 90′s, that kind of thinking wasn’t hte norm like it is in most writer’s rooms now.. and sadly not ALL writer’s rooms. Not only that but just today I ran into a MST3K skit that lampooned this kind of bullshit from not long after this episode. People clearly knew better, the writers of this episode just didn’t’t care

So yeah, I get this was a kids show in the 80′s, I get the writing staff being almost all white.. but they still coudl’ve avoided cliche sterotypes and done something diffrent. It was was still wiithin white people like myselves power to actually think about something other htan themselves and we did not. So i’m never going to stop holding my own people accountable for just how BADLY we’ve fucked up in ways great and small because it still hasn’t stopped , likely never will so I won’t.

But yeah.... the tribe here are portrayed as ignorant, mindless dumbasses who blindly follow tradition and a clearly corrupt leader. It’s patronizingly stupid to assume just because a belief system is diffrent than yours a person will belieive anything. Religion CAN make people act stupid, the fact many people are homophobic simply because the bible, a centuries old document written and distrbuted by humans that could of been altered by people with a clear homophobic agenda, says they should be. But there’s the very clear very gross implication here that any god but the christian god is invalid and simplifies wonderful and well thought out myths and beliviefs from various cultures into “well they belivie in da sun god because of the shiny coin”. It’s gross, i’m glad it’s stopped and it’s VERY telling that the closest Ducktales 2017 came to this was the most dangerous game night which while a tad cringe inducing at least showed the tribe it used was clever, disposed the person they mistook for a god after it was clear he wasn’t one , and were wholly sympathetic.

Naturally Conquistadouche orders the tribe to attack Scrooge and it works briefly , though Scrogoe prepares to take on the ENTIRE villiage.. and given this is Scrooge and on this blog we’ve seen him take on an entire town before, and that was a more inexpericed less bastardly scrooge yeah their fucked, and only escape death because the coin falls out of scrooge’s coat when he tries to help donald who naturally injures himself trying to help.

And since as per white dumbass racist logic, the villiagers thought Conquistadipshit was a messenger of the gods because of his coin, they think the same of Scrooge, this causes them to stop and bow instead and protect scrooge when Conquistadumbass tries to attack our heroes. Their given a room for the night naturally.

Conquistadick demands they give him the coin and leave, but Scrooge has none of that: he has no reason to leave and has all the leverage so he instead demands to know wha’ts going on.

Turns out Conquisineart is the decdendant of one of the crew from the ship Scrooge found: their captain rain off with it, leaving two of his men behind, though both had the map to the rest of the treasure and split it: one left for the Arctic, the other stayed and did the whole racist god bit. And somehow despite all the time passing Conquistadoodoohead still has his half and Scrooge aranges a trade for the coin. And why yes their is the obvious problem of “what if Conquistascoobydoo say tells them he’s the true god and attacks scrooge like he ends up doing in the climax”. And Scrooge’s plan.. is to have the plane ready and to run to it, despite Launchpad not being a mechanic and saying as much. Instead of you know... stealing the guy’s coin while he’s asleep or something or just having launchpad, whose bigger and stronger and donald whose not bigger but is also stronger hold the guy while Scrooge steals his sun coin, then simply walks to the plane with the map, the coins and all the leverage. at worst the guy tries to do the same scheme without any coins and as the end of the episode shows, that wouldn’t have worked. He was stupid. Oh and the cherry on top of this shit sundae is scrooge objects to the guys tyranical rule.. but is okay with letting it keep going if he gets his coin and DOnlad, whose there for the deal, never call shim on it.

We then get a bit of Launchpad being forced off a cliff to ride a giant Condor...

Look this episode is filled with racisit sterotypes, a generic villian and Scrogoe being awful. I’ll take a fun sequence of Launchpad riding a condor, with Donald providing an assit with his camera by blinding the beast so Launchpad can ride him properly giving them more leverage now Launchpad is popular. And a deadline to fix things by tommorow.

The next day Launchapd and Donald have defied logic and their own tendency to screw up and fixed the bird, while Scrooge makes the deal.. and naturally it goes EXACTLY how you’d expect and Scrooge runs, though our real heroes get thigns running.

That’s when the people arrive on condors to persue, a fight insues yoru standard hero stuff.. not bad but given the racist context I can’t really enjoy it like Launchpad flying a condor.. which had some mild racisim in them making him do that as a ritual clearly deisgned to kill him but i’llt ake mild over pretty damn obvious. Eventually douchebag looses his coins, his ctizens abndon him. Happy end.

So with the map Scrooge decides to do the logical thing.... have launchpad drop him in the middle of the ocean in a raft and steer there

Launchpad takes Donald home in time and his superior is mad he dosen’t give him a proper salute.. even though he CLEARLY just got home and is diisorented from a crash. Launchpad makes a quip and this episode mercifully ends.

Final Thoughts:

This episode starts out okay.. but quickly goes downhill fast and steep. There are massive bits of racisim, massive leaps in logic, and massive amoutns of scrooge being a dick.. not his WORST in this series but it’s still bad. It’s just not very good. It’s the second worst episode of Ducktales i’ve seen, only held up by my boys Donald and Launchpad. This was miserable.

Next Time on Treasure of the Golden Suns: Our heroes head to the arctic for another offensive episode to rescue scrooge from his own stupidity. Next Time on this Blog: We return to Green Eggs and Ham and hop on a train as our raging bitchcanoe mother and daughter duo meat our ambigiouslyg ay duo at last.

See you at the next rainbow.

#ducktales #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #launchpad mcquack #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #bentina beakley #webby vanderquack #gyro gearloose #treasure of the golden suns

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spacebatisluvd · 4 years

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👀👀👀👀 i am on DESPERATE need of more evil creepo king Scorpio PLEASE may have have a few more crumbs of how he hurts n manipulates hordak i have an insatiable craving now

Horrible enablers. The lot of you. I am supposed to be working on several very happy, fluffy drabbles. But here we are. I hope you’re pleased with yourselves.

CW: Horde-typical ableism, manipulation, dehumanizing pronouns, and a very upset spacebat.

A/N: Scorpio isn’t pure evil or anything, he’s got a point, but uh...he’s not a good guy either.

The clone woke blearily, the annoying shrieking of his ship’s emergency systems blaring while the red lights flashed. His chest ached where the restraints had held him to his seat. Re-entry could be rough, but it was rarely this rough. Obviously, he’d crashed, though into what, he wasn’t sure. He lifted his head, but groaned, realizing why his body felt so heavy—he was upside down. He reached out, managing to turn off the alarm so he could—

—think. He blinked.

Big brother?

Brothers?

Why couldn’t he—? Why couldn’t he feel his brothers? Where were they? It was so quiet in his own head, alone with his own thoughts. Panic caused him to scrabble at his restraints. They released him, and he fell hard, crying out when he struck the ground. He sat up, still straining to connect to the hivemind, but there was nothing.

“Brother?” he croaked. He’d known he was defective, but he hadn’t thought he was unworthy to connect to the hivemind! Had they cast him out? “No. No!”

Heedlessly, he scrabbled at the ship’s door, climbing out without a hint of grace. He leapt from the door, breathing hard. The atmosphere was heavy here, and his lungs strained before they slowly began to adjust. His hearts beat hard, and he searched the skies for any trace of Big Brother’s Towers or his brothers’ ships. Nothing. There was nothing. Just an empty sky, occupied only by a series of oddly colored moons. No stars. No planets.

He sank slowly to his knees.

This was not the planet Horde Prime had sent him to. This was...this was not any part of the known universe. The empty sky proved that.

He was going to die here, he realized. Alone and forgotten. His brothers would have no idea where to look for him. Furthermore, he was nothing but a defect—they would have no reason to retrieve him, even if they knew where he was.

Softly, he began to weep.

“Your majesty?”

King Scorpio looked up. “What is it?”

“Our scouts found...something. On the outskirts of the Fright Zone.”

“What? That’s nothing but a wasteland; nothing could survive out there.”

“With respect, sire, we think it...landed there.”

Scorpio narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps you should show me, Captain.”

“Of course, sire.”

As they walked, his force captain explained what little he could. They’d come across a strange structure, unlike anything they’d seen...though in some ways, it was reminiscent of some of the more complex First Ones ruins. Most interestingly, it was occupied.

Scorpio narrowed his eyes, studying the strange structure his warriors had hauled back to his castle’s courtyard. It was obviously mangled, the metal twisted, but Scorpio could recognize advanced technology when he saw it. He turned his gaze to the...creature his warriors had captured.

It was humanoid in appearance, and absurdly tall. Its shoulders were broad, though he’d describe it as thin rather than muscular. Its eyes lacked pupils or sclera, instead glowing faintly red. Its mouth, too, glowed eerily. Its arms were bound behind its back, but it didn’t seem to be trying to free itself. Scorpio casually rested one claw on his sword hilt, but he smiled. “Hello, friend. Can you understand me?”

The creature looked at him, and despite the fangs and overall eerie appearance, something in the way its ears drooped made it seem lost rather than threatening. “I...do,” it said slowly. “The translator chip appears to be functioning as intended. You understand me?”

“I do. That’s good, that we understand each other. Now, who are you, friend?”

The creature looked skyward. Its eyes were wide and frightened, and as the king watched, a tear rolled down its gaunt cheek. “Nothing,” it said, voice choked. “I am nothing.”

The King raised a brow. He lifted his chin, studying the creature with a skeptical eyes. He took his claw off his sword hilt to scratch the underside of his jaw. “Now that seems unlikely, friend. Untie our guest,” he told his guards. When it was free, the creature just looked at its clawed hands as if unsure what to do with them. Putting on a big, broad smile, the king threw a heavy claw over the creature’s broad shoulders, drawing it down so it didn’t seem to loom. “Come inside. Let’s have a little chat. What do you eat? Drink?”

“I...I don’t know.”

“Well, let’s figure that out together, then!” He clapped the creature’s shoulder. “And maybe you can tell me where you came from?” It nodded slowly. “Good, good. Now, what’s your name? I can’t just keep calling you ‘friend’, now can I?”

The creature started to tremble. “I do not—I have no name. I may be defective, but I am not an abomination!” It sounded nearly as offended as it was terrified.

“Easy, friend. I think this is just a cultural misunderstanding. What are you called?”

“‘Brother’.”

Scorpio blinked, lightly squeezing its shoulder. “I guess I’ll just keep calling you ‘friend’, then. Until we settle on something else, at least.” He guided the creature into his study, ordering his staff to prepare something for their guest. “Now, sit down. And tell me where you came from.”

Obediently, the creature sat, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes and downcast ears. Scorpio listened as he spoke, lightly pulling on his goatee as he considered the creature before him. It claimed to be from another world. An outcast of its people. Forgotten and abandoned and ‘defective’, whatever it meant by that. It shook as it spoke, and a few times, it had to pause in its story, taking a few shuddering breaths to get itself under control.

Scorpio listened and weighed the matter in his mind, wondering how he could make use of the thing fate had dropped on his doorstep. His people had long suffered the petty prejudices of the other Princesses, though his Kingdom was as old as theirs, blessed with their own runestone. Their land, once balmy and warm, had grown parched and dry. Their topsoil was being blown away by the growing number of windstorms and their wells were growing dry. They were starving, and the Princesses were content to watch, no matter how he’d begged for aid. No doubt, they were keen to watch his family fall so they could install their own little despot, make a slave state of his nation.

He’d been searching for a way to turn the tide, and destiny had kindly delivered him this gift. “Oh, that sounds awful,” he said, trying to hide his smirk. “Your leader would truly abandon you?”

The creature nodded, looking oddly small despite its height and stature. “Yes. I am nothing. My brother would not search me out. He would have no cause. I am stuck here—not even knowing where ‘here’ is!” It seemed particularly offended by this last point.

The Scorpion King walked to the creature’s side of the table, setting his claws on its shoulders. “Well, friend, have you considered that you were brought here for a reason?”

It looked up at him with wide eyes. Then the air seemed to go out of its chest. “No. Prime would not have sent me here deliberately. I am a defect. I could not tame a world on my own.”

Perfect. “Why not?”

“I am a defect!” it snapped, ears back. Scorpio smirked, happy the thing seemed to have a temper. He wasn’t sure how long he could have put up with the moping.

“Let’s set that aside, friend. Just for a moment. What if you did conquer a world for him? What would he make of that?”

The creature blinked. Clearly, it hadn’t considered that. It stood, and Scorpio backed away, letting his words do their work as the creature started to pace. “If I could offer him this world...he would certainly have a reason to retrieve me. I would be welcomed back. Perhaps he would even....” It raised its hands, staring at them as it clenched them, wincing a little. “It would be worth it to try, at least,” it said softly. Its gaze settled on him, and Scorpio swallowed, realizing his new pet had the potential to be rather intimidating, should they cultivate its appearance a little. And if it stopped weeping in public, of course. “Why would you help me with this? Most worlds shy from accepting Prime’s grace. It is only misplaced pride, but primitives do not often know what is best for them.”

Scorpio spread his claws in a welcoming gesture. “You drop out of the sky, with technology the likes of which I’ve never seen. It’s clear which of us is superior.” He grinned. “You can build weapons?”

It was nodding slowly. “More than that. Far more. Do you know what a robot is?”

“A neighboring kingdom produces automatons, but they’re mostly novelties. Not weapons.”

The creature wiped the tear-tracks from its cheeks. It looked at the desk between them, its gaze distant. “Yes,” it murmured, “This could work. Do you have iron? Copper? Silicon?”

“We do.” Mining was one of the few industries remaining to them. “And if you need more, we can make arrangements with Dryl.”

It was nodding. It looked at him again. “Thank you, brother. Prime will look kindly upon you for this.”

“Ah, yes. Hmmm...for now, why don’t we keep that just between you and me?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you said yourself—you’re a defect, right?”

The light in its eyes dimmed. “I...yes.”

“So, it’s probably best that we wait to spread the message of Prime’s glory. When they come for you, surely they’ll send someone more suitable for that.”

It nodded slowly. “I...I suppose so.” It again clenched its hands. “I would not want anyone to assume my imperfections are a reflection of Prime’s glory.” It again looked at him. “Thank you, brother. You are...wise in these matters.”

Scorpio grinned. “Of course, friend. I’m happy to help. Now, let’s discuss those weapons, hmm?”

There, you heathens. And if I ever revisit this, be braced for something worse.

#hordak #king scorpio #not so nice king scorpio #scorpion kingdom

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grapehyasynth · 4 years

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what are you doing new year’s, new year’s eve

David takes one step into the cafe and halts so abruptly the door hits him as it swings shut.

“Oh,” he says. Fuck, he helpfully refrains from adding.

“Hi,” says the man behind the counter, which is a terrifying, oh, three feet away, approximately. “Can I help you?”

“Um-” David glances around desperately. There are chairs and things in here, but he’d been looking for a place to hide for a bit and this is not it. “Um, sorry, no, I just - wasn’t expecting this to be so tiny? The - the windows were fogged over so I couldn’t - I thought-”

“Huh.” The man leans both hands on top of the glass case separating them, and David thinks oh god the fingerprints but also oh damn those forearms. “So you’re from out of town, then?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, if you’re surprised by the size of a cafe in New York City, you’re clearly not from New York. No offense.”

“Much offense taken,” David huffs, and he’d step closer if that didn’t bring him essentially nose to nose with this very offensive person. “I have lived in New York City since I was two, with the exception of a misjudged stint at boarding school upstate, which - everyone’s been there, it’s a rite of passage, but the daily horse-riding lessons didn’t agree with me.”

The man’s eyes go as round as the macarons on display below him. “Oh.”

“Yeah. So. Used to New York sizes, thanks so much.” He bites back a comment about and not just in cafes because as much as he thinks he’d like to see the blush this guy could produce, New Year’s Eve is the one night when hooking up with a random is just too sad. “This place is just...superlatively diminutive.”

“Superlatively diminutive!” After the screaming hordes outside, this... Patrick, his nametag says, feels soft, somehow, even in his enthusiasm. If a person can feel soft, in a non-tactile way. David’s probably just gone partially deaf, is all. “Wow. That’s a new one. We’ve gotten quaint, and charming, and coquettishly petite, but superlatively diminutive-”

Were they describing the store, or you? “My mother raised me to wield a singular vocabulary.”

“Whereas my mother raised me to not judge books by their covers,” Patrick volleys back.

David tries to look offended. “Hmm. That’s something my mother definitely did not instill in me.”

Patrick makes a little noise of regret, shrugging as if to say what can you do, as if his mother is even from the same species as Moira Rose. “Well, if you’ve gotten over the shock of the tight quarters, is there anything I can get for you...?” He trails off, obviously waiting for a name.

“David,” David supplies, pointing to himself as if Patrick won’t know which David he’s referencing. “And no, thank you, I actually just came in to use the WiFi, which is why the - what was it - coquettishly petite dimensions of your fine establishment were a bit of an impediment. I guess I could buy one of these delightful looking...juices...”

Patrick laughs, pushing away from the counter and grabbing a rag from a sink beside him. “Nah, that’s okay, we know what century we’re living in, we don’t mind the occasional free-loader. Sit wherever, but just a heads up that we’re closing at midnight.”

“Sit wherever,” David echoes back to him as Patrick turns to clean something behind the counter. “That’s so generous of you.” He eyes the four chairs and the long bench by the window. “So many options! I don’t know how I’ll possibly decide.”

“You could just try each one in turn. Leave us a Yelp review for each different chair.”

David turns so only the frosted-over front window can see his smirk.

They each work in silence for a few minutes - well, Patrick works and David scrolls and wonders how many blocks away Juniper and Orjan will be before they notice he’s not in the Uber. Definitely not before they hit Brooklyn. He’s only, like, 13% bitter about it. It’s quiet in this cafe, with just the hum of the little drinks refrigerator and the soft squeaks of Patrick’s shoes as he moves about his end-of-night routines. Part of David feels calmer than he has all week.

“Not a big reveler, then?” Patrick asks, when he’s moved to the front of the cafe, wiping the tables and arranging the chairs. He’s got a black apron over the lap of his dark jeans and it’s a very cute look.

David quickly withdraws his elbows to allow Patrick to work. He supposes a polite person would leave and let Patrick finish, but, well. No one’s ever mistaken David for polite. “Hmm?”

“New Year’s?” Patrick reminds him. He brushes close behind David as he reaches to bring down the window shades. “Tourists in diapers? Balls dropping? I mean-” Yes, the blush is just as satisfying as David had hoped. “I know why I volunteered to work til close on the biggest party night in the city, but you seem...”

David’s dying, a little, to know how Patrick was going to finish that sentence, but he doesn’t seem intent on following through. “It’s true, normally by now I’d be chest-deep in caviar and hot models desperate for anyone’s approval, but I tried something different this year, and, well.” He splays his hands out. “No offense.”

“Much offense taken,” Patrick parrots back at him, and then he fucking winks. The temerity.

David tucks a smile into his cheek.

He whiles away a few more minutes reading a few deeply boring and self-satisfied articles on ThoughtCatalog before it becomes too obvious that Patrick is about to close up for even David to ignore. It’s late enough now that if he takes the subway and walks slowly, he can arrive back at his apartment at what most people would consider an only-slightly-pathetically-early time.

“Well,” he sighs, slipping his phone into his coat pocket and aligning his chair with the others - Patrick had done well with that; David loves an eye for detail - “This has been fun. The pleasure of your company has been as expansive as the premises of your business.”

“Hang on a sec,” Patrick says, and David turns, expecting the rebuke of you’re a real dick you know, but Patrick’s striding past him and shouldering the door open. “C’mere.”

David’s whole face retreats in reaction to that proposition. “Excuse me?”

“Just-” Patrick rolls his eyes, in what is clearly the most well-natured eye-roll ever undertaken, and David doesn’t need to ask to know that Patrick is not originally from New York. “Come here for a second.”

David approaches gingerly. They stand side by side, Patrick in his shirtsleeves, David in his thick black coat, a picturesque flurry of snow descending out from the grey night onto their faces and hair.

“What are we-”

Patrick shushes him, and David has known this man for all of two minutes and will not be shushed, but then he hears it. From several blocks over, but also scattered more closely, above their heads and down the street, people are chanting the countdown.

“Six, five, four,” Patrick whispers along with them. He grins up at David, who, fuck it, grins back.

After one, there’s an explosion of sound, and yelling, and fireworks, and drunken people bursting from their apartments onto stoops and fire escapes and the streets themselves. Laughing, Patrick squeezes back in, letting the door close after them.

“Happy New Year, David,” he says. He offers. That’s what it feels like. Not just a wish, but an offering.

“Hmm,” David hums, because he’s fragile from being abandoned by his friends, and a stranger has just served him a slice of beauty he’s not sure he deserves. “Happy New Year, Patrick.”

“Hey, uh, would you-” Patrick’s still talking as he hurries towards the back, shutting off lights, grabbing his coat from a hook outside the kitchen. “There’s a pub around the corner that’s really not bad, for Midtown. They make a mean Blooming Onion. Would you-”

“Ooh! Alcohol, fried food, debasing myself at pedestrian establishments. I could break all of my resolutions in the first ten minutes of the new year!” He’s trying to sound like a sarcastic jerk but he wants to tipsily consume fried onions with Patrick more than he wanted to do anything he did last year.

“I would be happy to help you with that,” Patrick chuckles, and he’s only got one arm into his coat and he’s blushing again, because either he’s very bad at flirting or he is very, very good at it. “I mean. We could, like, make a list of resolutions and then, just, break all of them. Whatever you do after would be a success, in comparison.”

“Well. You have sold me on that,” David announces. “Even though you did fail to sell me on anything in your own cafe.”

“Didn’t I mention?” Patrick asks, breezing by him and tugging the ends of David’s scarf as he passes. “You’re buying.”

#david/patrick #schitt's creek #writing

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27 30 23

Oooh these ones are good! I’m putting them under the cut for the sake of the tl again

27: Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Horde Prime seems more likely to order takeout at a stupid hour in the morning. He would often work and manage his empire while Aria was sleeping, so he’d occasionally have food brought to him. Although his idea of “takeout” is probably like. Amniotic fluid but in those little ketchup packets you get from McDonalds. He doesn’t have the most varied diet

Aria is definitely the type to wake Horde Prime up at like 3am to go downstairs with her to get water. Hordak’s sanctum instilled a pretty severe fear of the dark in her, so it would only make sense that she’d be too scared to wander around at night on her own. Although if we’re being realistic, Prime would’ve just had a pitcher of water brought to her. That’s the benefit of being the Emperor I guess!

30: Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

While neither of them actually have prescription glasses, Horde Prime did used to wear them in his first vessel as Anillis. I think Aria would find this idea of him wearing glasses super adorable, although Prime would probably be less than satisfied. Perhaps he views them as a “visual defect” or something and gets embarrassed at the idea of him having any “imperfections.” Aria doesn’t seem to mind tho!!

23: Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

OOH THIS ONE IS MEATY.

Aria DEFINITELY feels like Prime is out of her league. I mean it makes sense; she spent her entire life being made to feel inadequate, and then out of nowhere the EMPEROR OF THE UNIVERSE drops by and takes her in. She would be so confused as to why someone who is literally worshipped as a GOD would even look in her direction. Especially since he treats everyone else around him with an astronomical amount of cruelty. She’s still confused about it to this day. On the other end, Prime is TERRIFIED of losing Aria. I mentioned a couple times that the 10000 years apart basically turned him into a sad puppy with seperation anxiety, but it affected him on more than a physical level. He was terrified of her loyalty towards him fading, so he did everything he could to keep her happy in his company. He would’ve gone as far as to dismantle his empire just to keep her close to him. Thankfully she didn’t really need much convincing! Aria definitely feels like she messes up a lot around Prime. When they first met she was TERRIFIED of talking out of turn, because she knew what he did to people who disobeyed him. It took her a long time to shake that paranoia of “oh god he’s gonna get angry at me and decide to toss me away.” Prime had a reassure her several times that she was safe, and that she was too important for him to just dispose of.

#thanks for the ask!#spop oc #she ra oc #aria

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Zombie Apocalypse AU Masterpost 2 Electric Boogaloo

Previous Post: https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618314308275863552/zombie-apocalypse-au-masterpost

-Bdubs is slowly going feral because he has the virus, it just doesn't show itself physically.

-Cub was tempted to purposefully get the virus to try and help find a cure, (they probably don't have lab rats given the circumstances,) by Scar talked him out of it.

-The timeline of events with DocM is that he started in the NHO group, they ended up dispersing (Etho turned and then left to ensure the safety of his friends, Beef ended up going separate due to Doc and Bdubs' constant fighting and Bdubs stormed off after an argument.) He ends up getting taken in by TFC, (he's the first to arrive,) and eventually captures Rendog.

-Stressmonster and Iskall originally lived in a cabin in the mountains. After Iskall got swept away in a snow storm and Joe and Cleo stopped by, Stress had no idea there was a Zombie outbreak.

-Hypnotizd and XB ended up trespassing in Jevin's property and Jevin shot Hypno. XB pleaded to Jevin that they weren't zombies and to not hurt them further and Jevin begrudgingly went, 'okay, fine. You aren't taking my food though.'

-Impulse's weapon of choice was a shovel.

-Grian can't fly in this AU. Let's be real, if he could, it would be pretty OP.

-Keralis most definetly gave a larger share of his rations to Xisuma while he was sick.

-TangoTek entirely blames himself for Impulse leaving and Zedaph getting bit. He feels especially conflicted because he wants to leave because he's convinced they both hate him and blame him but he can't because 'what if they go looking for him?' 'What if someone worse comes from that?'

-The location of Etho's bite is right on the front of the neck. He actually passed out from blood loss initially and he very nearly died. (Luckily for him the zombie didn't pull away, ripping out anything important (like a windpipe of an oesophagus,) giving Doc time to carefully unhinge the zombie's jaw and save Etho.) Nobody was quite sure how Etho was even alive with a big chunk out of his neck until he started displaying some strange behaviour.

-False is usually the one who stays up late to stand guard and protect her group.

-Mumbo accidentally caught Hypno in one of his traps at one point but let him go.

-Hay here’s a dumb idea, The reason ren is immune to the zombie virus is because he has like an anti-zombie virus in his body it behaves just like a normal zombie virus but it doesn’t turn you into a zombie, so how the hermits turn the zombie hermits human again is by making ren bite them.

-I have an angst ending and a no-angst ending so first here's the not-angst one: Doc and Ren team up with Cub and Scar to make a cure (so Ren doesn't have to bite everyone personally). They travel around finding every bitten survivor and salvageable zombie they can, using the weapons and resources from the NHO for protection. They find ways of producing and distributing enough cure for everyone, and during that process all of the Hermits decide to stay friends and in touch afterward.

-For the Zombie AU, if Scar doesn't already have like a different role in this au, he could've possibly been the first human infected because *someone's* pet cat ate a weird looking mouse and bit their owner.

-This is very angsty and gory, so fair warning: How fast does the virus spread through the body from the bite? If slow, you can cut the bitten part off before it spreads out through the body. To doc having a robot arm, what if he got bit and out of fear, they amputated his arm to stop the spread. I know y'all probably don't wanna go with body horror, but that's something to consider in this AU.

-Lowkey I feel zombie Etho doesnt do justice to his epic PVP skillz, but!! I do see Etho to be something SIMILAR to it! Idk if you've ever played Telltale's The Walking Dead game, but Etho could a zombie whisperer, a human who wears zombie skin and lives amongst the zombies for protection. So when Etho got bit, they THOUGHt he turned but actually just decided, hey I live here now and just vibin.

-You know how ren being a werewolf is popular in the fandom(from what I've seen) maybe that's why is immune to being a zombie and getting bitten by him if your infected cures it because the zombie infection and werewolf infection cancel eachother out.

-A more jokey Zombie!Au thing: The first episode of Llamas with hats but it's Zombie!Etho and Beef.

-I feel like if Wels could get to some of his friends he would try his hardest to protect them and if he ever managed to get bit it would be to save someone else.

-There is just always so much angst potential in any scenario or AU where it involves the possibility of Wels sacrificing himself in some way to protect his friends from something poor bb 😔

-Would infected hermits be able to like recognize people after the infection zombified them or whatever it is? Because if so oh my god imagine the angst.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely anons!)

-About the anti-zombie Ren bite thing: Doc has the idea suddenly in the middle of an argument so the conversation goes a little like this:

Ren: "So what I'm trying to say, my dude, is that would never work because -"

Doc: "Ren. Bite me."

Ren: "Oh yeah, real mature way to end a disagreement there -"

Doc: *facepalming* "No, Ren, I mean actually.... Just do it, I'll explain later."

-Angst ending: They could never produce enough cure to stem the tide of undeath. They all choose to band together and take shelter underground, hoping to wait it out. They use X's tunnel, but that many people that close together smells irresistible to a horde. The zombies flood after them into the tunnel. X says he'll buy them some time, even though he is terrified. He collapses the tunnel on himself and the zombies so the others can escape. His last thought: At least I get to die as myself.

-Thinking about Etho's bite location (you said it was on his neck): Most bites are on the shoulder or leg (bit from behind while running away) or on the arm (bit while raised to defend). To be bitten on the neck he would have to have his arms and shoulders lowered. Etho, being a good fighter, would have only done this if it was absolutely necessary. Conclusion: he was bitten with his arms stretched out to protect someone behind him, and he knew the consequence that his choice would have.

-(@shadeswiftdraws.)

-The NHO are all strangely dressed (Etho is kakashi, Doc is green, Bdubs has a bandana,) because they were all at a cosplay convention. (-@tomcatacaphe.)

-When Etho left The nHo, he brings a Journal with him. Every Night he'll write a Journal entry. He'll write just about anything, there even some random lyrics and some pretty flowers he pick up along his travels. But as the Journal goes on, the words slowly became wobbly. Inconsistent. until finally, Unreadable chicken skrach. His final (at least readable) entry is: "-I hoPE yoU GUyZ ArE DoInG bETThEr ThAn I Am" As some point in time, Etho lost his Journal and Joe hills found it.

-Speaking of Joe Hill, he made it his personal mission to collect every literature and entertament media he can possibly carry on him. From Dnd Book, poetry, Documentary DVD's, to random journal He think would be usefull. Stress is happy to help Joe but Cleo is a little annoyed because it's will only slow them down, but Joe Argued that "If there's no knowledge left, then what will the future be? Just staying alive and surviving?" Cleo begrudgingly agrees.

-I can totally see Joe and Cleo Rocking an actual Sword and Dnd Cosplay (Joe got is a gift while Cleo Commissions her's after seeing Joe whip out his sword one time in a one shot DnD session) they keep the swords, but they ditch the Costume pretty early on tho.

-Mumbo's next Job Interview would be schedule at Concorp. But then the Zombie apocalypse happened on his way there.

(-@tearosepedall.)

-I don’t want this au to end but here’s my take: most of them get to the bunker where they don’t develop a cure, but do create a vaccine. Occasionally they will venture out to hand out the vaccine to survivors. Still, they all decide to stay into stay together. But because they were unable to develop a cure, even though they really try, there are some how have been lost such as etho, zed, and mumbo. Still the rest of them morn and try their best to survive without modern society. (-@lookitsspacekween.)

https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618587883366957056/tw-very-brief-mention-of-vomit-general-warnings (-@carpe-shovelem.)

-Funny/happy ending to the Zombie AU: The hermits set up a zombie funneling system where the ones that didn't die from infection get bit by Ren to get turned back and they return the dead and give them proper burials. (-@my-cat-is-a-bastard.)

-I just remembered the thought post with Tuartis sleeping through things, Bdubs sleeping through the apocalypse, but now we've got Wels on the sleep team too! Wonder if he'd have slept through the apocalypse as well... (-@853dragons.)

TW: Mentions of dead animals:

I've got one last bit for the zombie au, it ties into my parasite one: With the rumors that the outbreak started in the Convex cancer research facility, and Scar feeling guilt because he Should Have Been Able To Stop This... It really was their fault. As a company. It wasn't intentional, of course, but Convex created the parasite. It was during research into a cure for certain conditions that are notoriously risky/impossible to perform surgery on, like brain tumors or lukemia-type cancer. The hope was to utilize the parasites as something that could harmlessly go in, eat or destroy all the cancerous cells, then die off, leaving a perfectly healthy human. The research project was abandoned after a several years, when every single attempt ended with either dead or, in later years, extremely sickly rats. Although the final round seemed promising, the rats weren't showing obvious signs of a decline in health after two weeks, Convex was convinced to just give it up and that the utilization of parasitic worms was asking for more trouble than it was worth. Plus, PETA was getting dangerous with their choices in protest against the tests, which was the main reason it was called off. Cub and the board of directors didn't want to risk bodily harm to their researchers, and it truly was getting so beyond ridiculous that a few bodyguards weren't enough protection.

Some researchers took some of the test rats home as pets, including our Patient Zero, because they really were quite cute. Patient Zero got bit by his rat, and nobody really thought anything of it for a couple weeks until his behavior took a bad turn. He was picking fights and throwing verbal abuse, and no amount of warnings and write-ups were giving any hint of stopping him. It all finally resulted in him viciously biting fellow labworkers, which sent two of them and himself to the ER. Upon arrival he had to be restrained and isolated lest he bite more people. He was fired from the company, his bodyguards pulled, but Scar had been friends and continued to visit him regularly, wondering where the change had come from, and saddened by his old friend's obvious decline in health. Nurses told him he was refusing to eat or drink, and too violent to reason with nor release to anywhere but the police or psychiatric hospital. Soon, there were more reports of uncharacteristicly aggressive actions from PZ's victims. And from there.... Well, it's your choice where the story goes, but it didn't take long for Scar to put the puzzle together.

-(@basaltdragon.)

More to be added!

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i-just-love-spop · 4 years

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One night, I wished upon a star...

Today‘s prompt request: 13, “...and then I got stuck“ for Glimbow, which was requested by @kaikinapela

I desperately needed to write some fluff after the huge angst-trip that was yesterday’s Catradora request, so I wrote some tiny Glimbow. Younger Catra and Adora show up time and again in the show, and I would have loved to see some clips of Glimmer and Bow together when they were younger, but there are none, so I wrote this to compensate for it.

Bow has this huge crush on Glimmer when they’re little, but he also has absolutely no idea what a crush is.

This was so fun to write.

Summary: In which a young Glimmer that is not yet able to control her powers got stuck in a tree, and Bow comes to the rescue.

Takes place several years before the show.

[Title will make sense at the end, I promise.]

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“I’m here! I came as fast as I could!”

Bow was kind of breathless, but he didn’t care about that much. Glimmer was so scared, holding on for dear life, her eyes closed as she screamed her lungs out in fear.

He hated that. Glimmer was the bravest girl he knew, and seeing her this terrified made his heart drop into his gut.

Was she hurt? Oh stars, hopefully she wasn’t hurt...

“Are you okay up there?!”

Bow was yelling, equally freaked out and worried about his best friend and at the same time trying to remain calm because he couldn’t help her if he was panicking.

“DO I LOOK OKAY?!” She yelled back, still not daring to look down at him – or look down at all.

This was scary. This was really, really freaking scary.

Why was this stupid tree so high?! Why, of all places on Etheria she could have landed, did it have to be the crown of a tree?!

“...sorry, stupid question. I meant... Are you hurt? Please tell me you’re not hurt.”

“Hurt, no! JUST TERRIFIED!”

Bow exhaled loudly. Terrified was still bad enough in itself, but that she was okay otherwise was a huge relief.

“It will be okay, I promise!” He started examining the tree branches for potential ways up that he could use to get to her. “Do I even want to know how you landed up there?”

“I was just... you know, teleporting around, and then I opened my eyes and BOOM! I’m on a treetop!” She still didn’t dare to let go of the tree stem she was clinging to. “...and then I got stuck here! I think I’m out of power, and even if I wasn’t, I don’t want to teleport again. I’d probably just end up on an even higher tree...”

She sobbed against the tree silently. She was really, really scared. Bow just wanted to hold her hand to make her feel better.

“It will be okay, you hear me? We’ll get you down from there safely, I promise.”

The tree didn’t even look that high from where Bow was standing. He could climb up and get her down without either of them getting hurt.

...he hoped.

Or, alternatively, he could go with the safer option – but he was very, very sure that Glimmer didn’t want this.

He decided to ask anyway.

“Don’t you think I should go get your mom? She could just, you know, fly up there and take you back down!”

Glimmer shook her head vigorously, her eyes still closed.

“No! Please don’t. I... I’d be in so much trouble. Mom made it very clear to me that any kind of teleporting is completely prohibited, especially when she’s not with me. If she found out that I did it anyway, I’d be grounded for the rest of my life!”

Bow didn’t even have to ask why she’d ignored her mom’s wishes and done it anyway. That was Glimmer for you. She hated being told what to do or not to do, especially by her mom, even though Bow knew Angella actually just meant well.

Was she overprotective sometimes?

Sure.

Should she sometimes trust Glimmer’s abilities more?

Definitely.

But they were just kids, after all. And especially considering that Glimmer had both almost broken her arm when she’d accidentally teleported outside of her third-story bedroom window instead of into her room the prior week – she had Spinerella to thank for the fact that nothing worse had happened – and had once accidentally teleported into the middle of an ongoing battle between the Horde and the Rebellion once, he definitely had to agree with Angella on this one.

He loved bis best friend for all her giddy excitement and her bravery and enthusiasm and stubbornness when it came to learning new things – but he also didn’t want her to get hurt.

“Well, she kind of has a point, since you’re, you know, stuck in a tree and all...” He mumbled and shook his head. “Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

“...thank you.”

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The way up worked relatively well. Bow had to use a rock and some smaller trees to reach the lowest branches of the one Glimmer was on, but after that, climbing was pretty easy. Some branches were thinner than others, and he had to watch out not to accidentally put too much weight on one of the feeble ones, but all in all, it worked pretty well, and it didn’t take him long to reach his best friend.

He reached for her hand.

“There, see? I’m here now. Let’s get you off this tree.”

She slowly let go of the tree stem, one hand holding his, the other grabbing onto a higher branch to stabilize herself.

Her hand in his was trembling and somewhat sweaty, but him being here now calmed her down a lot.

“Thank you for coming up here to rescue me.”

Her lips formed a small smile.

He laughed. She was still scared, obviously... but it was nice to see her smile again.

“Of course. We always get out of your messes together after all, don’t we?”

She shrugged and giggled.

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

It had taken until now for Bow to actually look back down.

‘OH STARS, IT DOES LOOK WAY HIGHER FROM UP HERE!‘

He gulped, closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths so he didn’t panic. The last thing they needed right now was stay here, both of them scared and stuck on a tree together.

He did manage to calm down a little.

“Be careful, okay? Not all of the branches are sturdy enough to step on them,” he warned her.

She nodded.

They made it about halfway down the tree safely before they made the mistake of accidentally climbing onto a branch at the same time.

Said branch could have taken one of their weights easily, but not both of them combined.

They looked at each other for a moment, then the inevitable happened and it cracked.

Then they were falling, both of them screaming.

Without thinking, Glimmer grabbed Bow’s hand and closed her eyes.

They disappeared in a cloud of glitter.

—

They were clinging to each other screaming when they popped up on the ground underneath the tree safe and sound.

It took a while for them to realize that they weren’t falling anymore. Then the screaming died down.

“I... I think we’re not dead?” Bow concluded as he slowly let go of his best friend and looked around in confusion.

His voice was still freakishly high-pitched from the fear.

“...huh. Looks like I wasn’t completely out of power, after all.” Glimmer wiped the sweat of her forehead. “Whew, that was close. But it was so much fun!” She exclaimed excitedly.

Bow sighed. Of course she though it was fun now.

“Sure! Almost dying is so fun!”

He was still severely freaked out.

She squeezed his hand.

If she was honest with herself, she was also still pretty scared, but laughing about it now that they were out of danger made her feel a bit better... but that didn’t seem to help Bow, and she wanted to help him – especially after he’d just climbed up a tree to safe her.

“Sorry, I just... It’s okay. We’re safe now.”

Her hand in his did visibly calm him down a little. His body didn’t feel quite as tense anymore.

He got up, then helped her get up from the ground, still not letting go of Glimmer’s hand when she was standing again.

Holding it made him feel nice and fuzzy and warm inside, and he loved that.

Glimmer didn’t let go, either.

“Come on, we need to get back to Brightmoon before your mom gets even more worried than she probably already is,” Bow said after a while. He then gulped. “...and I don’t think I want to see any more trees right now. Or ever.”

His best friend giggled.

“Yeah, I’ve also had enough of trees for a while. And Bow...” Glimmer paused for a second. “Thank you,” she said sheepishly. “You were so brave, climbing up that tree for me.” She hugged him. “You’re my hero.”

He blushed. Glimmer was so cute when she was happy and excited. ...well, she was always cute – she was Glimmer, after all –, but she was especially cute then.

Bow wanted her to keep smiling at him like that for the rest of his life. If she would, he’d be happy forever.

“Says the person that just saved us,” he replied as he hugged her back.

“Well, yeah.” She giggled. “But I also got us into this situation in the first place.”

They let go of each other slowly, immediately intertwining their hands again.

“Maybe so,“ Bow said as he smiled at her. “But hey, I think this is the first time you teleported us that we didn’t end up in a worse situation than we were in before! I’m so proud of you!”

She beamed.

“Eeek! This calls for celebratory cake when we get back!”

He laughed.

“It really does. Now come on, let’s get you back home.”

They slowly started walking back in the direction of the palace.

“Do you think mom will be very mad when we get back?”

Bow shook his head.

“She was probably really worried about you, so she’s of course going to be a bit angry, but she’ll be too happy to see you’re okay to stay mad at you for long.”

“In that case... race you back?”

“Sure.”

Life with Glimmer was many things, but it never got boring, that was for sure.

She was incredibly brave and super fun to be around, and she pushed him out of his comfort zone often.

Sure, that was scary sometimes, but there was also a lot of fun experiences he would have missed out on if she hadn’t.

He loved spending time with her... and he wouldn’t trade what they had for the world.

—

“Where were you two?! I was worried sick! You can’t just walk off like that without telling me you’re leaving or where you’re going! Especially since you’re still so young! The Horde could capture you, or you could get hurt, or- Are you hurt? Should I get the healers?”

Angella started checking them for wounds.

Glimmer rolled her eyes.

“We’re fine, mom! Stop!”

“Are you sure?”

Bow nodded.

“Neither of us got hurt, Miss Angella.” He squeezed his best friend’s hand. “I’ll never let anything bad happen to Glimmer as long as I live! I promise!”

Glimmer’s eyes lit up.

Bow was everything she’d ever wished for in a friend.

One especially lonely night, she‘d looked up at where the stars should have been – where her mom always said her dad was – and had wished for a friend.

Two days later, she had met Bow in the Whispering Woods.

Ever since, she’d believed that maybe, just maybe, her dad had heard her and granted his daughter her most heartfelt desire... that he’d sent someone to her that would play with her and look out for her when he couldn’t.

‘I really, really miss you, dad, and so does mom. I wish you were here. ...but thank you.’

Glimmer silently smiled to herself when she looked back up at her mom.

Angella’s hard, worried expression had softened at Bow’s words.

“I know you won’t.” She smiled at him. “And Bow, like I’ve told you a million times before, just call me Angella.”

“I’m sorry, M- Angella,” he quickly corrected himself. He gave Glimmer a questioning look to ask her if what he was about to say was okay. She obviously understood what he meant and just shrugged, but she was smiling, and he took that as a yes. “We were actually about to get some cake. Do you... want to eat some with us?”

“I-” She blinked in surprise. She had not been expecting that. “Actually, I’d love to. I’ll just ask the kitchen staff to delay dinner a little. Then you two can tell me what you’ve been up to all day.“

Angella still had no idea how and when Glimmer had even met Bow... but stars, she liked that boy.

She really did.

#glimbow #glimmer #bow #glimmer x bow #angella #spop #my works #my writing #spop writing requests #Glimbow-centric #she ra #have some tiny glimbow for your soul #fic type: tons of fluff with a little bit of angst #you guys asked for so many Glimbow fics #which is fine #you can have aaaaall the Glimbow fics because you deserve it #reblogs are appreciated #but please don’t repost

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 4 years

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I ain’t afraid of no skeleton

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Summary: It’s a Halloween party at the Tower and Steve dresses up as the only one things that doesn’t scare the bejesus out of you.

Warnings: Angts, Fluff, Avengers being sweethearts, a happy ending ( is that a warning?)

A/N: So I wrote this a bit late for The Spooky Writing Challenge of the amazing @barnesrogersvstheworld . I had so much fun writing it especially that I had so much stuff on my head lately and still have so it was an amazing get away for me. I do apologise for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue, but I am doing my best I promise :) This is also my first challange thing, so please be gentle <3

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You never liked Halloween. Once because your parents never let you go out with any of your friends, and second you were a proper chicken. It was easy to scare you, and as much as you never believed in ghosts, zombies and other anomalies, you were still terrified.

You chuckled, however, seeing all the skeleton hanging about. As a scientist, skeletons never scared you. Fascinated? Yes. Scared? Never.

It always made you smile whenever you saw the decorations, and being a part of the Avengers tower team, you were mentally prepared for the place to look like a haunted house. After all Tony Stark owned the place. And if someone was about to make it a big wow, then it had to be Tony Stark.

"Spooky", you tensed hearing a chuckle behind you. The one and only Captain America seemed to live to spend his lunch in your lab. You never understood why, but you never minded. He always brought you coffee and something new he tried out cooking or when you made something you thought he would like, you texted him and brought it. It became a routine for both of you. Something you enjoyed. Mostly because you had an enormous crush on the Golden Boy of America. But who were you kidding? You were just one of many people that worked in the tower, and Captain America was just being nice and friendly.

"Yeah, I guess..." you chuckled, thanking him for the cup of coffee he had brought with him. "Am not a fan of Halloween, if I'm honest." He raised his brow and just now realised you only had some skeleton hanging around, nothing more. "I'm a chicken by nature and all those spooky stuff scares me", you pouted hearing him chuckle.

"But no skeletons?" He asked, sitting opposite you at your little table.

"I'm a scientist, Mr Rogers. I ain't afraid of no skeleton" you smiled, hearing his booming smile. You felt proud whenever you were able to make that sound come out. He looked so carefree and beautiful. His mesmerising eyes shined then, making your knot at stomach even tighter. "Ghosts and zombies are a different story though..." you added, making him laugh even more at your adorable face.

"A scientist that believes in ghosts and zombies?"

"From a biological point of view it is possible for zombies to exist... someday," you smirked and bit your lip. "You for example. An amazing example of one. You died and came back to life." He opened his mouth to say something, but only another fit of laughter came out.

"Does that mean you're afraid of me?" He asked in a joking matter, making you chuckle. "I'll dress up as a skeleton for the party. Just to make sure you won't ran away."

You promised Tony to bake some of your popular cookies and muffins for the afterparty. Not being able to say no, you were now solemnly tired but happy to see over 50 muffins and 100 cookies on the counter.

"I know that smell!" You turned and smiled at Sam and Bucky who walked into the kitchen.

"Holy cow, doll, you have outdone yourself!" Barnes whistled under his nose seeing all the different Halloween sweets sitting around the kitchen. "Stark should pay you for that", he joked giving you a friendly peck on the cheek, followed by Wilson.

"Please tell me you made some extra for us to try...?" The Falcon asked, smirking at you. Raising your brow you chuckled, unable to fight his puppy eyes. Who would have thought the ex-soldier would have such a sweet tooth. You handed him the cupcakes from the plate away from the others and blushed to hear his happy groans.

"Here." You turned to Barnes giving him a different looking cupcake. "I know you're not a fan of sweets, but a little bird told me once you used to love cheesecake. They probably are not as good as you ate back in those days. But maybe you'll enjoy it", you noticed a little blush on his cheeks and he thanked you with a small smile.

"You are an angel, I hope you know that" he murmured between the bites. You were proud of yourself noticing his smile and the speed he devoured his sweet. "Whoever will be lucky enough to court you, I'm already jealous." You laughed at him, slowly putting all the cupcakes away, leaving the plate for the avengers to eat before the party. "Strawberry cupcakes? I wonder who are they for", you tenses hearing a cheeky tone of the ex Winter Soldier.

"I... I heard he used to be allergic to those. Plus they were quite expensive in the 30s... and I noticed him snacking on them now so..." you are probably more red than tomato, hating the fact that the boys in front of her knew about her stupid crush on the Captain.

"That's adorable", Sam smiled at you in a weirdly encouraging way. "So is this the way you will use to tell him about your feelings?"

"No!" You squealed, making them chuckle at your reaction. "I... I couldn't... look at him and then me. I am not worthy to even think that someone as amazing as him would even consider me... you know..." Just as Wilson was about to say something, the doors to the kitchen opened and the source of the topic walked in.

"Oh!! I know that smell!!" You chucked at his huge grim and shining eyes. "You will make us fat, Y/N!" He joked walking towards the three of you.

"Here", you pushed the special cupcake to him, smiling sweetly. "I gotta go, got some paperwork to do. I will see you guys at the party." You waved at them and left the room.

"She's adorable", Rogers looked at Wilson, who was still gazing at the doors that you just used to leave. His brow furrowed. A weird, uneasy feeling appeared in his stomach, with his friends complement. "I think I'm gonna ask her out", Cap's eyes widened, and Bucky could not help but smirk. Their friend was the best guy there is, but he was tense and awful with women. He was almost sure that the big guy was worse than the skinny one in the 30s. "What do you think, Cap?"

"If... if you like her...", he answered, but his voice low and husky. If Sam did not know better, he'd think his friend would kill him now, from the way he looked at him. "I mean. She is a great dame... I mean girl. A woman. She's a great woman."

"So why the hell have you no asked her out yet?" Bucky finally asked, feeling sorry for his life long friend. Barnes was happy to see Steve smile whenever he was with you. You little lunch dates that none of you actually called dates, were adorable. Even Natasha found it cute, whenever Steve walked into the building with extra coffee and a muffin, two or seven. He liked you and it was not a secret that you liked him. But of course, none of you would say anything. You were both too stubborn to even realise how good you were for each other.

"She's a friend. That's all she sees in me..." the blonde answered ashamed to even talk about it.

"Oh Steve, you're an idiot!" Sam laughed out loud. "You have dates practically every damn lunch. You spend more time with her than with anyone of us. And she doesn't seem to mind that. Come on, man. She made you special strawberry cupcakes. Did you know she hates them? Even the smell makes her sick and yet she made them just for you."

Rogers was looking at Wilson with shock. Of course, he knew all that, but hearing it from his friends' lips had a different impact.

He smiled saying goodbye to his friends. After all, there was a party tonight and he needed to get ready and get into the ridiculous costume he bought especially for you.

You were never a party person. You much more preferred to stay in the corner with your drink and watch people.

But this night was different. You did not enjoy looking at that one person. He looked really great in his Jack Skellington costume. You felt your heartache for him for dressing as a skeleton. Some part of you thought he did it for you. But seeing all the women surrounding him, you were sure anymore. All of them were beautiful, skinny and willing to give themselves to him. Who were you to even think that he dress up like that for you?

"You seem miserable, my dear bakery queen", you rolled your eyes hearing Stark's voice.

"Are you drunk already, Tony?" You joked, smiling at him when he landed on the couch next to you.

"No. I'm leaving this for the after-party. Plus pepper would kill me." You couldn't help but chuckle at his fear of his wife. "You know... from what I gathered he is not enjoying any of that women's company." You looked at him and smiled sadly. Apparently everyone knew about the crush you had. How sad.

"Well, he does from here." You answered and got up slowly trying to keep your eyes away from the Captain. "Another whisky, Tony?" He shook his head. His smirked disappeared seeing your sadness. You gave him one of your most beautiful fake smiles and went to the pub. One more drink won't ruin you. But it may be easier to look at the hordes of women lining up to 'talk' to Captain America.

"I have never seen you drink more than one drink before, Sally." You raised humour brow looking at your witch costume. "If his Jack than you're Sally right?" Natasha smirked at you, putting a drink in front of you.

"Quite ironic, heh?" You chuckled, sitting on one of the stools. "Poor Sally wasn't able to show her affection either." You took a deep breath and a sip of the drink. "But we're not the same. In the end, she managed to do it, and Jack returned the love."

"And what makes you think Steve isn't your Jack?" You blew a raspberry at her question.

"Look at all those women there. They are all beautiful and probably better than me in every aspect. Steve would be an idiot to chose me." You laughed trying to hide the pain behind those words. You shook your head to silently tell Romanoff to leave the subject. "I'm gonna go rest a bit before the after-party..." you finished the drink in one gulp and went to your room. It's not that you even planned on coming later but this was a good excuse. At least that's what you hoped.

You exhaled deeply happy to be away from the room. There were too many people, too many questions you didn't know the answers to.

"Hey, where are you going?" You froze hearing the voice you didn't really want to hear right now. Yo stopped and put a fake smile on, before turning around. There he was. Looking so good and adorable in his Jack costume. "Did all the zombies scared you off?" He joked, walking closer to you.

"You never know which one of them are real", you answered in the same manner, making him chuckle.

"Don't worry!" He beamed straightening a bit more with a huge grin on his face. "Your skeleton is here to protect you." Your breath hitched and eyes widen. Your. You bit your lip and looked away feeling pain in your chest. When you realised that he will never be yours, and you will never be his. "Unless this scares you as well?" You looked up at him and smiled at him back seeing his soft one.

"I told you, I ain't afraid of no skeleton!" You answered making his smile grow.

"Are you ok, though? You left the party pretty early." You swallowed hard not knowing what to answer. "Nat said you went for a rest. You feeling alright, doll?" Your heart skipped a bit at the pet name. You noticed he wasn't talking like that to any of the other girls, but you still just assumed he was just comfortable with you.

"I'm not good with crowds." You answered softly, calling for the elevator. "I just wanted to rest before the after-party."

"Y/N" you turned around when you heard his serious tone. "You know you can talk to me if something bothers you, right?" You smiled at him with a sad look on your face. How you wish you could tell him about all that you want. But you just shook your head and smiled

"I'm ok, Steve. Go back to the party. Go find yourself your own Sally." And before he was able to respond you walked to the elevator and watched the doors closing.

"What If I already found one?" Rogers whispered when you were gone.

You hated and loved Natasha at same time. But her little sneaky idea was so stupid. You could not really rest. The moment you stepped into your room she followed you like a lost puppy.

"This is ridiculous", you murmured looking at your make up and the weird dress that Nat brought with you. "He is going to freak out! Nat... he doesn't feel the same way! He is just a good friend..."

"Well, every Jack needs his Sally," she said, ignoring everything that you just said. You exhaled loudly, tired to fight with her. "He's gonna love it! And seriously, have some more faith in yourself. You are a beautiful, smart, kind woman, he would be an idiot if he didn't want you." You blushed, internally thankful for a friend like Nat. "Ok, done! Looking amazing!" She cheered and you smiled. You had to admit, she made an amazing job.

"Ok, let's get that over with", you sighed letting her drag you to the whole other level of the building where the party was holding.

You weren't sure what you were thinking, but right now you just wanted to disappear. You sank into the couch and wondered why you even came here.

The party was on for more than an hour now. When you walked in looking like Sally, Steve looked positively surprised. He laughed a bit and you talked for a while. It was nice. Comfortable and made you think that maybe he does feel something to you.

But then he went to get you both a drink and never came back. He was sitting there with a beer in his hand talking and laughing with Sharon. You knew there was something between the two of them, but you hoped it was over. However, looking at the two of them, you realised that they looked really good together.

Your gaze landed on him. He looked more relaxed with her. His laugh reached his beautiful eyes and he looked like there was nothing on his shoulders. You wondered what she was telling him, that made him look so adorable and carefree.

You just now realised that it wasn't just a stupid crush anymore. You loved him and he didn't feel the same way.

"You'll burn a hole in his head if you keep on gazing at him like that", you looked to the right to see Sam sitting next to you. "What is it? Where is that beautiful smile that was there just minutes ago?" You bit your lip and took a deep sip of your drink.

"It's with him", you answered sadly. "He looks really happy, right?" He frowned and looked at his friend. There was an ache in his heart seeing you so sad.

"Come on", he stood up and took your hand pulling you towards the dance floor. It wasn't big and you felt all the eyes on you.

"I can't dance" you whispered, making him chuckle. One of his hand was on the back of your waist and the other tangled in your hand.

"Close your eyes and trust me. Just relax." So you did. You closed your eyes, leaned your head on his chest and smiled a little, actually enjoying the slow song. You felt so calm now. You didn't care about the Avengers looking at the two of you. You didn't care about Sharon and Steve flirting. There you were. Sally dancing with Dracula and you really enjoyed it. "Don't ever let a man dictate how you feel, no matter who that man is, you hear me baby girl?" You sniffed and nodded, your cheeks still pressed to his chest. "You are worth so much if you only believe in yourself."

You actually had fun throughout the party. After Sam thanked you for the dance, Tony took you for a next one, making you laugh with his inappropriate jokes and pick up lines, that made you wonder how he was able to catch someone like Pepper with that.

After some drinks Bucky took you for something which he described as 30s dance. You felt like burning all the calories you had today, but you laughed so much that your jaw hurt. Clint and Nat took you for a stupid a la 90s dance which was joined by Thor who than danced with you to slower dance, showing you some Asgsrdian moves. Before you knew you danced with everyone. You were even able to have a drink with Loki who seemt to be more and more open to the people of Earth.

You were so occupied with everyone that you forgot about Steve. You havent looked his way the entire time. Haven't noticed how he said goodbye to Sharon who walked away with a guy named Bill that was just late for a party and was ready to take his girl back home now that he was free. You haven't noticed the look on his face whenever there was a slower dance and you were pressed close to the other man. A man that wasn't him. You didn't notice the sad smile on his lips whenever you laughed. He found you so beautiful, but was sad at the same time that he wasnt the one to bring that mesmerising sound out of you. And you haven't immediately noticed how he left the party to go to the balcony to get some air.

You only noticed the last thing when you yourself needed some fresh air. All the dancing, laughing, talking and incredible amount of alcohol made you a bit more tipsy than you planned on becoming tonight.

"Jacky?" He turned around a small smirk appeared on his lips seeing you closing the balcony doors behind you. You walked closer, leaning forward you stopped next to him. "What's wrong, Jacky?"

"Does that make you Sally?" He asked playfully turning towards you. You chuckled and turned around to show your dress.

"Indeed I am. Nat thought it would be funny. I feel stupid though", he frowned not understanding. Feeling a bit braver thanks to the alcohol you turned to look st the city and smiled sadly. "Sharon would fit better as your Sally."

"My Sally?" He asked not taking his eyes off of you. Despite looking like a dead doll you still looked beautiful in his eyes. The way you had fun today pained him a bit. It meant you were able to enjoy yourself so much without him there.

"Well Nat has this absurd idea that you may feel something towards me..." he tensed a bit, but you never stopped. "I really don't know how someone like you would like me back, but well Natasha was always a bit weird... but yeah. So I saw you with Sharon. You really do look good together and..."

"Like you back?" He interjected making you widened your eyes and swallow hard. You were talking faster than thinking and now you were regretting the words that left your lips.

"I... I mean..." you widened your eyes seeing his smirk. "I should go." You were about to turn and leave the balcony, when he stopped you, holding you by the wrist.

"I don't dress up", he started. The smile present on his lips and eyes shining. You braved enough to look up and took a deep breath seeing the way he was looking at you. "Sharon and I have history. We understand each other, we're friends and this is it." He pulled you closer to him, but gently enough not to halt you. "I dressed up in this absurd costume because you told me skeletons are the only things you're not afraid of." There was a blush on his cheeks when he continued. "When I saw you changed to Sally my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was my chance, but... but you were ignoring me the whole night... I was so happy to see you relax and have fun but... I wanted to be the reason to see that smile on your lips."

"I thought you were back with Sharon and it broke my heart to see you both together..." you started, looking down at your shoes. "I always thought I was not good enough for you, so today when I saw you talk with her I decided to give up on my feelings..."

"Not good enough for me?" He chuckled shaking his head in disbelief. "You are the most amazing woman I know. Sweet, smart, kind hearted, and not to mention beautiful." He bit his lip and put two of his fingers under your jaw lifting it up. "God. I can't believe even for a second you thought were not good enough..." he shook his head and leaned down putting his forehead to yours.

You closed your eyes and smiled happily. The heat radiating from him killed whatever chill you felt from the cold temperature. His hands moved from your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you closer.

"Your heart is beating really fast, doll", you couldn't help but chuckle at his super hearing. "Are you afraid?" He asked only half-jokingly. His eyes were moving from your eyes to your lip. It melted your heart. This amazing man was waiting for your permission. You bit your lip and rounded your arm on his neck, getting him closer to you. And before you closed the distance between the two of you, you whispered cheekily.

"I already told you. I ain't afraid of no skeleton!"

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