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new chapter (lucifer fic)

Ponder on the Narrow House, part 6 

Mazikeen/Eve/Michael  

(Whole thing can be read on AO3.) 

0  

Fuck the next bounty.

After thinking about it for ten seconds, Mazikeen turned them around and started driving straight for Los Angeles.

Eve can talk to him. Not me. He needs to talk to someone, and Eve will do.

Barely half a mile later, Amenadiel dropped out of the sky and landed in the middle of the road, just far enough away for her to bring the car to a screeching halt before it would otherwise have slammed into him like wet clay into a steel wall.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said, looking exhausted.

She snorted and pointed skyward. “Yeah. This? Not gonna lie, I was expecting something like this. But I thought it would take, like, at least a month.”

Wincing, Amenadiel said, “No, that’s… that’s a different problem and Chloe’s promised to discuss it with him. Maze, we need you back at Lux. Now.”

“Hi, Amenadiel!” Eve called, waving.

He succeeded in smiling at her without even glancing at Michael, despite his younger brother sitting right at her side, glaring fixedly.

“Why?” demanded Mazikeen, tensely drumming her fingers on the wheel. (Inner voice hissing, Shouldn’t have left him alone, you dumb bitch, you’ve been doing this for centuries and you know what he’s like when you leave him alone for more than five minutes.) “Seriously – what could he possibly need me for? He’s God.”

Sighing, Amenadiel put his wings away. “Mazikeen, we’re all well aware that Lucy often… has difficulty focusing. To put it mildly. There’s a lot more for him to focus on now than ever before. He’s trying to undo climate change. To that end, he started refreezing all the melted ice in the Arctic. But he did it too quickly and, resultantly, there are several hundred trapped ships we need to save and several thousand dead penguins to resurrect and, to be honest, he hasn’t really got the hang of resurrection yet – you remember what Dan looked like for the first few hours after Lucifer brought him back to life…”

“Eurgh. Yeah. Yuck. Totes not the kinda shit you’d wanna see in Happy Feet.”

Michael was snickering.

“Right. And then there are all the changes he’s been making locally,” Amenadiel went on. “The expansion of Lux, the overnight disappearance of all Los Angeles’ firearms, his deciding that the city’s white supremacist population should grow a third ear so they can be easily identified, and, well, it turns out that a lot of Chloe’s colleagues at the police station-…”

“I get it, I get it. Chaos everywhere. As usual. What, exactly, is the problem he wants me to fix?”

Amenadiel exhaled heavily. “The demons. The ones you brought from Hell to help us defeat Michael.”

“Oh, so you do remember I exist,” Michael muttered.

Stonily ignoring him, Amenadiel said, “They’re still on Earth and they’re causing trouble. The one called Dromos, in particular. He’s gathered followers and they’ve surrounded Lux.”

Her brother’s face – his real face, not the human puppet he wore – flashed through her mind’s eye; a memory from when they were unruly children and had raced through Hell together, using the stone pillars that they’d not yet known were cells as an obstacle course. She’d been faster; he, more athletic. Together with a few cousins, they’d made a fearsome team, and not even their meanest older siblings had bullied them.

She folded her arms and looked away. “They’re demons. Lucifer can deal with them. Snap his fingers and turn them into rats or whatever. Make them explode.”

“Mazikeen,” Eve murmured, soft and low, touching her shoulder. “You don’t want that. They’re your family.”

Amenadiel blinked, as though that hadn’t occurred to him. “Er… yes, there’s that. There’s also the fact that Lucifer doesn’t want all of humanity to see him as the type of God who casually annihilates his enemies; a harsh, vindictive God. He wants to be liked. To be loved.”

“Fine. So why don’t you and the other angels sort it out?”

“Come now, Maze. A bunch of angels and a bunch of demons waging war in the midst of a bustling city? Humans will die. But you’re the Queen of Hell now and, by extension, the Queen of Demons. If you command Dromos to stand down, he will. This can all be resolved peacefully.”

Eve’s fingertips were cool against her skin.

Mazikeen looked back at the sky. The cloud letters were starting to dissolve. “What does he want?”

“Who?”

“Dromos. He doesn’t act on instinct. He’s a planner. He wants something.”

Shrugging, Amenadiel said, “He shouted at me about demanding an audience with the king. I didn’t ask for details. I don’t really care. Dromos isn’t someone I’m inclined to listen to at the best of times. The last time the wretch showed his face on Earth, he kidnapped my son.”

“Mmm. Kinda like your sister was gonna do. Kinda like you were gonna do, now that I think about it.”

“Maze!” he gasped, sounding shocked and hurt. “You can’t compared poor Remiel’s misguided actions to-…”

“I’ll do it,” she interrupted. “Take me to Lux. Now.”

“Excuse me? What about us?” snapped Michael.

Mazikeen met Eve’s gentle gaze. “You don’t need to be involved in this. My family drama, it – it’s not pretty.”

“My son killed my son,” said Eve, taking her hand. “My husband loved another woman. I’m used to drama.”

Swallowing, Mazikeen glanced at Michael. “And you, wimp?”

Feigning disinterest – feigning it badly – he said, “You showed up to my last domestic dispute. Guess this’ll make us square.”

“I’ve only got two arms. I can’t carry all of you,” Amenadiel pointed out.

Mazikeen rubbed her chin. “No… but you can carry the car, right?”

0

He didn’t have time for this. There was so much to do.

“World hunger,” he recited as he bounced from one laptop to the next, all twenty-three of them displaying a different article or video by a leading scientific or sociological mind, “wealth inequality, pollution, cancer, droughts, racism, elderly abuse, housing shortages, cruelty to animals…”

“Lucifer,” said Linda patiently, sitting on his best couch with her legs crossed, a cup of coffee and a laptop of her own beside her. “You said you wanted my advice as to how you should manage this whole ‘being God’ business.”

“I do, doctor! Very much. Your input is invaluable. Blast, where did I put that map of Alaska? I’m thinking of making it bigger; slotting it in alongside the Arctic to help stabilise all that new ice.”

“Right. Thanks. So here – here is what I’m suggesting now; slow down. Seriously. Take a breath, step back, and think your next move through.”

He scoffed. “‘Slow down’? Doctor, I need to work at least three times faster if I’m to keep up with everything. There are people suffering everywhere, millions of them! There are sinners in need of punishment! I’m seriously considering asking Chloe to be my Deputy God. I never imagined omnipotence would entail so much paperwork and she’s always been better at that than me.”

Outside the penthouse, many stories below, the chanting grew louder. None of the human police officers, journalists, and gawkers who’d gathered to watch could understand it; it was in Lilim.

Cursing, Lucifer strode to the balcony and shouted down, “For the last time, would you all kindly piss off? I’m trying to fix an entire planet here!”

He heard the elevator open and moaned. “Detective, not now. Please. I’m very sorry I haven’t returned your calls – I swear I’m not avoiding you – it’s just that I’ve got a lot on my plate today and we did already agree to meet for supper at-…”

“Lucifer,” said Linda, sounding terrified.

“Lucifer,” said someone else, sounding irritable.

Now that he was God, rage didn’t turn his eyes red anymore. It turned them gold and blindingly bright, like spotlights. Fists clenched, he turned to see Dromos step into the penthouse, once again clad in the flesh of the late Father Kinley and wearing a leather jacket.

“Nice trick, making all the doors disappear. Finally decided to climb up the side of the building with a sledgehammer and burrow my way through into the elevator shaft,” said the demon, hands in his pockets and concrete dust coating his beard and his bald head. “I want to talk to you, sire.”

Storming across the room while Linda remained frozen, white-faced, on the couch, Lucifer snarled, “You! You have the nerve to come here, to stand before me, after what you did to my nephew?”

He took Dromos by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his wings opening in fury (he had six of them now).

Stoical even as he choked, Dromos said, “I need. To talk. I will leave immediately afterwards.”

“Oh, you’ll leave, alright! You’ll be lucky if I don’t throw you into an active volcano, you accursed traitor!”

Dromos’ stolen skin began to sizzle beneath his fingers. He waited until the demon’s face was wrinkled with pain before throwing him to the floor hard enough to crack the wood and make a crater.

“I will leave,” Dromos gasped, coughing up blood, “when I have spoken.”

“What could you possibly have to say for yourself? Kidnapper. Child-thief.”

Still on the couch, Linda said tremulously, “Lucifer, you’re… you’re hurting him. Stop it. Please.”

“Let us stay!” shouted Dromos, and coughed again before dragging himself up onto his knees. “On Earth. That’s what I came to say. Let your erstwhile subjects stay on Earth if they choose – at least, those who served you in the battle against Michael. Don’t force them to return to Hell. Let them, let us choose where we live, going forward. That’s my request, your Majesty. My only request.”

Lucifer boggled at him. “Is that a joke? Demons? On Earth, indefinitely, unsupervised? Are you out of your tiny mind, Dromos?”

Baring teeth, Dromos said, “Why not? What does it matter to you now? You’ve got everything you could possibly want. Everything anyone could possibly want! All we’re asking is the freedom to come and go as we please.”

“No.”

He spoke the word bluntly, and then he stepped back, adjusting his cuffs. Regaining his composure. “Never. You’re dangerous and untrustworthy. This world is for humans, not you. Good grief, haven’t I got enough to preoccupy my mind, without the added stress of demons rampaging around town?”

“We won’t rampage. We just-…”

“Why are you even coming to me with this? Mazikeen’s the new Queen of Hell. Didn’t you get the memo?”

Dromos wiped blood from his lips. “I don’t know if my sister and I are on speaking terms right now. And she may be Queen, but you’re God; I assumed you would be tasked with such decisions. After all, there’s never been a demon in charge of Hell before. We were told – we were always told – that only angels could rule us. I don’t doubt Mazikeen’s competence, but I…”

He seemed to run out of steam, spreading his hands and finishing weakly, “Lucifer, you’re the king. You’ve been the king for millions of years. For my entire life. Look, if you really don’t want us leaving Hell, then can you at least use your newfound power to improve it? Let us have the things mortals enjoy? Pianos, dogs, blankets, weekends, all that stuff?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it? Hell is supposed to be a place of punishment. The ultimate consequence awaiting sinners. I need a carrot and a stick, Dromos. How else am I supposed to convince people to behave if I don’t? Imagine a rapist arriving in Hell and being confronted with demons playing pianos and walking their dogs. Wouldn’t have quite the desired effect, would it?”

Dromos was quiet for a moment, then said without inflection, “Perhaps you could find somewhere else to put rapists. Somewhere other than our home.”

Throwing up his arms, Lucifer said, “More demands! Don’t you see how selfish you’re being? Here I am, doing my best to end all suffering, and you’re complaining about babysitting a few evil-doers – which, might I remind you, is your job. Nay, your very reason for existence. Always has been. Why’re you getting stroppy about it now?”

“I think,” Linda began, taking a tentative step forward before stopping and clearing her throat. “Excuse me. May I interrupt? Um. Okay, so I think that maybe Dromos has a point here, Lucifer.”

“Doctor! This is the creature that stole your baby!”

“Yes, I know. And I’m not saying I forgive him for that, but…”

“I wasn’t going to eat the brat,” Dromos grumbled. “I was going to make him a king.”

“You took him away from his mother!” Lucifer shouted.

“Gentlemen!” said Linda, sharply. “Please! Let’s try to talk this through like adults.”

Overcome with frustration, and only vaguely aware that he’d not been sleeping well lately, Lucifer kicked the nearest chair. “I can’t believe you’re siding with him, doctor.”

“I’m not siding with anyone. I-…”

“You don’t know these people like I do. You didn’t spend millions of years in Hell alongside them. The only demon you’ve ever gotten acquainted with is Maze, and she’s not like the others; even without a soul, she’s learned how to behave like a more-or-less civilised adult, barring the occasional tantrum. But your average, baseline demon has nothing to them besides wrath and cruelty. Lilith made them to be weapons and that’s all they really are. I mean – just imagine, for a moment, how hard it was for me. To go from the Silver City, the most beautiful place ever created, to a lightless nightmare realm full of these bloodthirsty animals. To be surrounded by them, for endless eons, while they nattered mindlessly on and on about how much they love torture and pain and…”  

He trailed off. Linda and Dromos were both looking past him.

To the elevator. Where – oh – Mazikeen was standing.

Where Mazikeen was crying.

No sobs, not like when Dan had died. No expression at all, really. Just open eyes, motionless muscles, and steady tears.

Before Lucifer could say a word, she pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

“Wait!” he yelped, sprinting over to stop them.

He needn’t have bothered. Now that he was God, objects did whatever he told them to do. The doors stilled, half-open.

“That sounded wrong,” he acknowledged, clasping her shoulders in apology. “You completely missed the context. What I was trying to say was-…”

“Don’t touch me.”

It was a phrase he’d heard many times before from mortal lovers to whom he had accidentally revealed his Devil Face. Some of them said it in horror. Some of them, the religious ones, said it in anger.

Mazikeen looked neither horrified nor angry. She looked sick. As though the very sight of him turned her stomach.

Lumbering over, Dromos stepped into the elevator alongside her and pointedly pressed the button again. With no idea what to do or say, Lucifer allowed the machinery to work.

The elevator closed.

“What have I done?” he asked Linda.

0

Nothing I didn’t know.

“Maze?” called Eve, waiting by the car with the others as Mazikeen stepped out of Lux’s front door and into the sunlight.

The door hadn’t been there when they’d arrived. She’d been forced to use Dromos’ route. Lucifer must have decided to put it back. He could do that now. Just decide things. Didn’t need servants, nor followers, nor anyone. Sure didn’t need a ‘more-or-less civilised adult’ whose kin were animals.

“Maze! Wait!”

Mazikeen didn’t know where she was going, only that she was walking very quickly and felt that she’d die if she stopped. She heard Eve’s heels patter on the pavement and heard her say her name a third time, quiet and worried, and that was what stilled her feet.

“What happened?” murmured Eve, cupping her face.

The fifty or so demons who’d been standing around outside Lux when Amenadiel had set the car and its passengers down were still there. Instead of chanting to get their king’s attention, they were now looking at her.

Michael and Amenadiel stood among them, the latter having been trying to convince them to stop blocking traffic.

Which was what she should have been doing. It was what he’d brought her here to do. But she’d been gripped by a sudden, violent need to see Lucifer, to check on him, just quickly, before tending to her siblings. Once a bodyguard, always a bodyguard.

Except that wasn’t what I was. Not to him. To him, I was a Rottweiler on a leash.

“Are you alright?” asked Amenadiel, his eyes overflowing with concern.

That was what cracked her.

To him. Not to everyone. Not to Eve, or Amenadiel, or Linda. It’s not that I’m incapable of earning love and respect.

I’m just incapable of earning his.

Her legs gave out. She crumpled against Lux’s outside wall and started to weep properly, loud and bitter.

Eve immediately dropped down beside her, holding her tight. Michael shuffled closer, rubbing his shoulder while his mouth opened and shut, testing out sentences that were never spoken.

Then Dromos was there, kneeling, his face sad and tired.

“We did what we were told,” she said to him in Lilim, through sniffles. “We obeyed. We were loyal. We… we…”

“We are alone, sister,” he replied. “But I think we always were.”

“We obeyed!”

“We obeyed Lilith and she left. We obeyed Lucifer and he left. No one wants us, Mazikeen. It’s just the truth.”

She took a shuddering breath and squeezed her eyes shut. “No. I want us.”

Seizing his jacket’s shoulder, she hauled herself to her feet and addressed the crowd, her voice raw: “I want you! You’re my family and I want you! And I swear I will be the queen you deserve, for as long as you’ll have me!”

Her human skin fell away, the left side of her face turning cold, bony, and brittle.

Stepping back to join their siblings, Dromos asked hesitantly, “What would you have us do, then, my queen? What are your orders?”

Hurriedly drying her eyes, she studied them one by one. “Whoever wants to can stay here. But I’m going home. Hell is going to be ours, Dromos. No more damned souls. No more angels. It’s ours now and we’re going to make it into something we can love.”

She turned to face Eve and Michael, her heart pounding. “You’ll come with me, yeah? You’ll stand with me?”

“Always,” said Eve, closing in to kiss her.

“Whatever,” Michael muttered, clearly just relieved that the crying part was over.

Amenadiel sighed, shaking his head gravely. “Mazikeen, are you sure this is what you want? You won’t be able to leave Hell on your own – you’ll need to contact me.”

“Yeah. At least until this one grows his feathers back,” she said, gesturing at Michael. “That’s okay. You’ll always come when I call, right?”

“Of course. You’re my friend, Maze. I’m sorry if I haven’t said that often enough.”

Fuck it. Cringing on the inside, Mazikeen drew Amenadiel into a quick, gruff hug. “You too, idiot.”

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SO I’M A TERRIBLE PERSON...

Hahaha! Guess who dropped off the face of the earth AGAIN? This guy! Well, anyways: Here is my contribution to the 2020 ROTBTD gift exchange! I swore I wouldn’t get on tumblr again until it was finished, but then life went insane.

@siodymph I am so sorry that it’s taken so long, and that this is so short, but I really hope you like it! Your very, VERY late Secret Santa!

Seashells

Rapunzel bit her bottom lip, squinting at her latest painting. It wasn't that she hated it or anything, but it just seemed off. No matter how hard she tried there was just that little nagging thought in the back of her mind slowly driving her insane the longer she looked at it.

"What do you think?" She asked without looking at the others who were standing there with her, staring at the painting with tilted heads.

"Rapunzel... It's white." Jack said.

"But it's not the Right white!" Rapunzel threw her arms up in the air, turning away from the painting so she could pace across her room. "I promised Eugene's dad that I would make the perfect flag for the Moon Kingdom in honor of their reconstruction and the treaty with Corona, but it won't be perfect if I can't even use the right colors!"

"What's the difference? It's white!" Merida questioned, looking between Rapunzel and the painted canvas.

"No! This is cotton white! I need pearl white! The flowers just don't look right without it!" Rapunzel huffed, looking through all of her paints and art supplies to see if by some miracle she still had some hidden somewhere. "Moon Flowers are the designated symbol of the Moon Kingdom, and if this flag is going to fly above their castle for the next few centuries, the least I can do is make it the right shade of white! But of course I don't have anymore and I've already been to three different shops in the city; No one has it!"

"Well, you know how to make all your paints, don't you? Why don't we just get the ingredients and you can make it yourself." Hiccup suggested, and Rapunzel sighed.

"It's not that simple! This paint is made from special seashells found on a specific beach three days away from here. Gothel only ever got them for me once! Okay, well, twice! But the second time is when I asked her to go get them so I could leave the tower and I never actually got the shells so I never got to make the paint! Not to mention to boil it down and make the paint would take at least a full day . Already that's a whole week and we have to leave for the Moon Kingdom in five days!" Rapunzel stressed, part of her brain told her that if she kept biting her lip like that she was going to split it.

"That's an easy fix! With Toothless it should only take a day to get there. We'll spend the night and be back with plenty of time for you to make the paints." Hiccup said, looked over at Toothless who looked up from where he was napping at the foot of Rapunzel's bed upon hearing his name.

"Sweet! Flying Trip!" Jack pumped his fist into the air.

"It has been a while since we went adventuring." Merida grinned.

"I don't know," Rapunzel hesitated. "Normally when we try to do something like this, something happens and then we end up in some kind of trouble. Remember last time? When Hiccup had a cold?"

"It was not my fault!" Merida snapped to attention, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Never again." Jack muttered, shivering.

"I don't remember much from that one, but even if it does take a little longer than it's supposed to, Toothless and I can fly you to the Moon Kingdom to make up for time. Just tell your dad it's super important, I'm sure he'll understand." Hiccup shrugged.

"Or, don't tell him anything and if he comes looking, we stall for as long as we need." Jack offered, leaning against his staff with a playful smirk.

They all looked at each other for a few minutes, considering their options...

~*~*~

"WHOOHOO!" Rapunzel shouted, her hands up in the air as Toothless and Hiccup angled along an air-current, gliding across the sky in a smooth swoop.

Jack popped up next to them, floating along on his staff with his arms behind his head as her reclined backwards. Merida rode on the back of Toothless's saddle, reading the map as best she could while it flapped in the wind.

"We're almost there now!" Merida announced, glancing down below at landmarks and pathways. "There's a town just a few miles from the beach coming up. If we're lucky, they might already have the paint made there."

"We should take a rest. Toothless isn't used to carrying so many people, and it's usually better to go in on foot then to land a dragon in the middle of town." Hiccup reminded them with a wry smile, peering over the Night Fury's shoulder to look for a good landing place.

"Oh, so we're not going to strike fear into the hearts of innocent villagers today. Good to know." Jack chuckled, flipping around and grabbing his staff in one hand to look down at the earth.

"We've never tried to scare people, Jack!" Rapunzel argued.

"Speak for yourself!" He quipped and Hiccup snorted, trying to hold in a laugh. Toothless didn't bother hiding his dragon-chuckle.

"Anyways," Merida cut in, sticking her tongue out at Jack, who was rolling his eyes at her. "There's a forest down there. Plenty of space for Toothless while we go into town!"

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go, bud!" Hiccup grinned patting Toothless's shoulder.

The two moved in sync as they tilted to one side and began their descent towards the earth. Air rushed up around them, and Rapunzel's heart fluttered in her chest at the exhilaration from it all.

Within the hour, Toothless was settled by a nice rock formation that offered him a decent enough hiding place and a small clearing to stretch his limbs while the Four made their way towards the town. The town had a port, so there was more activity than in most with ships sailing in and out, goods coming and going, people traveling. Though it was small and less visited than the larger ports like Corona itself, the town was still thriving and teeming with excitement.

The crossroads before the town had a tall picket with road signs nailed into it. One way led into the town, another path led to the beach, and a third path led out to the pasture land where sheep and cattle with grazing. Right below the picket was a fairly new-looking sign in red paint: Unauthorized Collecting of Seashells is strictly Prohibited! Violators will be Arrested!

"Now what's that about?" Merida demanded, her fists on her hips.

"Looks like we need to come back tonight with Hiccup in a wig." Jack said.

"I am not going to be the distraction! You like being the center of attention so much, you go and do it!" Hiccup grumbled.

"Okay, fine! How about plan B?" Jack asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Plan B only works if we get caught! The whole point of this is to not get caught!" Hiccup exclaimed.

"We are not breaking the law!" Rapunzel told them. "I'm sure it's just regulation to keep people from over-harvesting the seashells. Let's go into town and see if we can find a vendor who knows more."

"Okay, but remember we can always just tell Bunny that some guy in town said the Easter Bunny's a total wuss, and that'll be plenty of distraction!" Jack grinned.

"This is why the Yeti's don't let you go anywhere in the Pole unsupervised." Merida told him as they walked towards the town.

The fast-paced bustle of the town was even more intense when one was right in the middle of it, but Rapunzel had gotten used to crowded environments from living in Corona and exploring the city, and also with her traveling with her friends. Haggling though, was a skill that she just couldn't seem to get the hang of, so when they reached the market and began looking at the different vendors and shops, Rapunzel and Jack took a step back and followed after Merida and Hiccup.

Merida had the attitude of a pauper and, much to her mother's chagrin, had spent a good portion of her childhood haggling with townspeople and sailors whether on her own or alongside her father. Hiccup, by comparison, was simply a Viking. Trading and Haggling was one of many occupational necessities and also something he was especially trained in as future Chief.

Ambling up to the different booths and extracting goods for reasonable prices, or even just information with little trouble, was something the pair had down pat. So it wasn't surprising when fifteen minutes after entering the market district, Merida returned to the group with information on where to find the Seashell vendor.

"Guy was pretty tight-lipped about it, and he said the old hag's a bit crazy, but I told him we've dealt with worse. Anyways, he said she'll be down the road, 'round the corner from the tavern." Merida explained.

"Great! Let's go see her, then!" Jack jumped up from the fountain ledge he and Rapunzel had been seated on, pulling Rapunzel to her feet beside him.

Again the Four were off to their next destination, finding themselves walking deeper into the town. The closer they got to the large storehouses by the docks, the more dreary things became. No one was about on the street, and those who were looked on with watchful, skittish eyes. Rats ran about underfoot and the seagulls perched on lamp posts looked slightly deranged.

"Are we sure this is the place?" Hiccup asked, his eyes moving over to the tavern as a man stumbled out and barfed into the gutter.

"That's what the shop handler said, but it wouldn't be a surprise if he'd lied. He was a bit seedy looking." Merida shrugged.

"Merida! I'm sure he was a very nice man! We haven't even seen the inside yet! I'm sure as soon as we cross through that door, we'll see the Seashell vendor!" Rapunzel smiled confidently, turning towards the door and tapping out a cheery tune with her fist.

The door swung open very slowly with a low creak and they all tilted their heads to see inside the crack the door caused. It was dark inside.

"Well, that's creepy." Hiccup muttered.

"Come on, guys! It's not that bad..." Rapunzel tried, tiptoing closer as she gently poked the door open with her index finger. The door gave a louder creak as it swung open further, and Rapunzel's voice wavered a bit at the sight of more dark shadows. She gave a nervous chuckle. "Okay... Well, I'm sure it'll look better from the inside."

"I'd rather not get jumped in a dark room in the back of an alley today, thank you." Hiccup said, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture.

"I might have to agree with Hicc on this one." Jack glanced between Rapunzel and Merida, looking rather hesitant.

"Oh, honestly!" Merida huffed, stomping passed them and up to the door. "Here, I've got a flare in my bag."

"Why do you have a flare?" Jack wanted to know.

"In case I have to see inside creepy dark rooms, or get lost in the woods, or want to have a party with explosives." Merida said with a smile. "But also my brothers bought some off of a foreign trader last week. I promised not to tell mom as long as they gave me a couple."

"I love your brothers!" Jack grinned.

Merida pulled out the flare and struck it against the stone wall of the building. A bright flame sparked to life and Merida held it up as she and Rapunzel stepped further into the room together. The boys quickly followed in behind, and the Four shuffled forward quietly and slowly. The flare threw strange, flickering shadows across the room, and the four friends pressed closer together as they stared at all of the figures of fanged and clawed creatures.

"Are these... Bears?!" Merida exclaimed.

"What are they made of?" Hiccup asked, squinting at the closest figurine.

There were sculptures, cutouts, carved plank art, toys, moving trinkets, clocks, plant holders, and so much more. Everything had Bears. Small bears, big bears, slim bears, big round bears. There were so many bears made out of little white...

"These are shells." Jack said.

"And this whole thing seems very famil- AHH!" Merida screamed jumping back and slamming into the other three. They all stumbled, and Rapunzel fell against a shelf, rattling everything on it, but the tall sculpture on the very top tipped over and fell to the floor, shattering with a loud clattering of a hundred different shells.

"What is going on in here?!" A new voice shouted. There were two claps, and suddenly the blinds were thrown on the curtains and several candles were lit, filling the whole room into light.

The Four looked up from where they were piled on the ground, finding themselves in the middle of a shop filled to the brim with bear-themed shell-crafts. At the very center of it all, stood a woman that had Merida's jaw dropping open.

"You!" Merida shouted, throwing a finger towards the old woman standing before her.

"Oh! Hello there, dearie! So good to see you again! I hear that spell worked out pretty well for you, hmmm?" The old Bear Witch beamed at her, with her wide eyes that blinked slightly out of sync, the same ragged-looking crow looming on her shoulder.

"YOU?!" All four of the young adventurers shouted, recognizing the old witch almost immediately from their first major calamity of a quest in Scotland.

"What are You doing here?!" Merida demanded, stomping to her feet with her arms stuck straight by her sides and her hands clenched into fists.

"Oh, oh, oh! Well, Dearie, after you bought all of my carvings, I had to set up shop elsewhere! Getting wood out in these parts isn't so easy, though. But they've got plenty of these nifty little shells laying around!" She cackled, gesturing to all her art pieces. "Course I had a bit of trouble getting around those pesky bandits who decided they owned the beach! A few cakes seemed to do the trick just fine!"

She snapped her fingers and several larger pieces flew to the sides, revealing a cage with two bears inside wearing scrappy-looking vests and hats. One of them had a gold tooth. Merida stared at them before looking back at her friends, but they seemed as speechless as her.

"Well, anyways, what can I do you for? A paper weight? A planter box? Oh! How about this lovely little wall piece I finished just the other day!" She beamed, holding up a rather tacky sea-shell image of two bears reaching for one another.

"Oh, hehehe, we, um," Rapunzel coughed a little to clear her throat and then twirled her fingers around each other as she continued. "We just came here to collect some loose shells to make some paint. We thought maybe we would have to speak with the beach owners, but I guess that's not too much of an issue now."

"Oh, not at all dearie! There's a pile in the back! Help yourself! I need to get this cage ready! I've got a circus leader coming to pick these boys up in just a few hours!" The old witch grinned and then let out a shrieking cackle.

She turned and hobbled towards the back of the shop as Merida took a large, decisive step backwards to rejoin her friends.

"Should we do something?" She whispered to them.

"I really don't want to get turned into bears." Hiccup replied.

"But it can't be right to just leave those guys as bears... Is it?" Merida nodded at the two bears that... well, they didn't look unhappy with their forms. One was napping, and the other was licking himself.

"I mean, they're bandits. Let's be honest. If we'd gotten here first, we would've argued over how it's not right for them to claim ownership of the beach, they would've disagreed, then we would've fought them, eventually win and turn them over to the police. They'd spent the better part of the rest of their lives in jail. At least like this they can spend their time in the circus. That sounds pretty fun, right?" Jack offered, his tone wavering back and forth as he tried to make it sound less terrible.

"Jack, that's terrible!" Rapunzel said.

"What? I'm just saying; she gets to enjoy her creepy witch powers, they don't go to jail, we don't get tied up in something that will lead to Another lecture from your parents and North and Eugene. This seems like a win-win situation all around." Jack tried to be reasonable.

"He does have a point! I mean, we generally do good things, but that doesn't mean our moral codes have to be perfect." Hiccup remarked, and Jack nudged Hiccup's arm with a grin.

"That's not funny!" Rapunzel retorted.

"It's a little funny. But you two have definitely spent way too much time with Snotlout and the twins." Merida amended. Rapunzel snorted and turned towards the witch, much to her friends' horror.

"Um, excuse me? Miss... Miss Witch-Carver?" Rapunzel said as politely as possible.

"Yes, dearie? Find something you like?" The witch turned, grinning enthusiastically at the thought a possible sale.

"Ahem, not exactly... I was just wondering; those two aren't going to be like that Forever... Are they?" Rapunzel cringed at the way her voice squeaked even in her own ears, and the witch raised one large eyebrow at her before cackling and waving her off.

"Oh, no! Of course not! This spell is only temporary! The circus leader owes me a pretty penny for a marvelous piece I gave to him two weeks ago. He promised to send the payment, but never did. I'm going to change these two back into blundering buffoons right before show time! That'll show that slimy circus man!" The witch grinned, and Rapunzel's arms hung at her sides. She had no idea how to respond to the old woman.

"So, what I'm hearing is, you already caught the bad guys trying to own the beach and we can go collect our own shells without the risk of becoming bears or being subject to strange witchy-revenge later down the line." Jack stated, looking back at Hiccup and Merida, who both nodded frantically.

"Aren't you a bit worried about what all of them will do after you cause such a big fiasco?" Rapunzel wondered.

"I'm a witch, dearie, not one of them is going to come around here again if they know what's good for them!" She said, whacking the cage bars with a broom to emphasize her point.

Rapunzel opened her mouth to continue, but Merida grabbed her arm and started pulling her out of the small shop as the bears growled and roared while the Witch shouted back at them angrily. Jack held the door open, and Hiccup gave a small wave.

"We'll just be going now. Thanks for all your help." He forced out a grin, but there was a grimace in his tone, and then the four quickly filed out of the shop onto the front porch, letting the door slam shut behind them.

They stood side by side there for a few moments, processing, until Jack finally broke the silence.

"Pretend that never happened?" He suggested.

"Agreed." The others immediately nodded and they hurried back up the street they had come from.

Collecting the shells from the beach and returning to a napping Toothless was a quick and easy affair. They arrived back at the castle with plenty of time for Rapunzel to make her paint and finish the flag for the Moon Kingdom, and she even convinced Eugene to talk his father into extending her invitation to include Jack, Merida, Hiccup, and Toothless. Though, that was only under the agreement that they remain with the group at all times and agree to have Cass and Varian watching them the whole time.

Rapunzel knew it was a bit of a stretch to promise that nothing happen, so she simply agreed that they wouldn't try to cause, or go looking for, any kind of trouble. Jack, Merida, and Hiccup had all agreed with varying degrees of less-than-enthusiastic, but were happy to be attending.

Later that week, when the festivities were coming to an end and Rapunzel had finally found a quiet moment alone with Eugene, he asked about what they'd gotten up to while he was away helping his father.

"I mean, knowing the four of you, I probably shouldn't be asking, but also I'm concerned because I wasn't there and Cass and Varian haven't taken a single one of my warnings seriously because they haven't Seen the sort of stuff you four get into!" Eugene was rambling a bit, and Rapunzel chuckled nervously as she rubbed her arm.

"Well... No one got arrested this time." Rapunzel offered.

"What kind of a response is that?!" Eugene blurted out, fear washing over his face.

"I mean, we may have come across a gang war between a witch and some bandits who tried taking over a small beach town and a circus leader, but we all agreed to walk away before things got weirder!" Rapunzel explained. "I think it was mostly because Hiccup and Jack didn't want to get turned into bears, and you know Merida's had her fair share of bear stories."

"Most people don't have Bear Stories." Eugene informed her with a rather dry look.

"I like to think that we're special." Rapunzel smiled, and Eugene sighed rubbing a hand down his face.

"You most definitely are." Eugene chuckled, smiling back at her. "And I'm going to go with my first instinct of 'I don't want to know'."

"That's probably for the best," Rapunzel said. "It wasn't the most eventful trip we've had anyways."

"Oh, yeah, sounds like it." Eugene agreed easily, and Rapunzel made a face at him for the sarcasm. They both laughed, but were cut off by a loud crashing noise from another room.

"IT WASN'T ME!" Jack's shout came after a few seconds of silence and Eugene sighed heavily, trudging off to find the others with Rapunzel close on his heels.

#rotbtd #the big four #mini adventure #rapunzel #jack frost #merida #hiccup #toothless #seashells #not a beach espisode #it's kinda random #humor #oneshot #writing #I cannot apologize enough

[hiimei]

@handofsmite said: obsidian - for a traumatic memory.

This was a nightmare. It was a memory that often haunted his dreams when he made himself sleep.

Betraying the New Sun wasn’t originally in the cards, however, Shouta somehow got passed the brainwashing that had changed the nomu into the Blood Moon, and brought him back to his senses. What was done to him made Hizashi furious—more furious than his original nomufication. Ripping him away from his humanity again, making him an obedient monster once more—a different one, maybe, but one all the same.

They had stood outside, quietly talking to each other about their plan for Hizashi to keep his facade up and Shouta offering him calm encouragement. Hizashi admitted the the was afraid of what was to happen if the tyrant truly found out, but his partner was his rock. Hands squeezed each other in an attempt of comfort and strength before Shouta shoved his hand in his pockets. Hizashi could feel Shouta lean against him in an attempt of reassurance, and he nodded.

The door was slowly pushed open, the blonde walking towards his ‘Master’, hands clasped behind his back. “What do we owe the honour, my lord?” He questioned, posture straight. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He wasn’t surprised that the other man was suspicious, but he kept the act up.

Toshinori—The New Sun—the man that made the blonde his humble servant after vigorous torture was sitting at his desk, hand resting under his chin as he stared out the large windows and unto the city. He was clearly agitated with the way his leg was bouncing, though he gave the fellow blonde a nod when he turned to face him. “My Moon,” He didn’t get up, remaining to stay seated. “I’m glad you could join me. I know you’ve had a very busy schedule as of late.”

Shouta felt as though none of this was his business--And why would he? He was quiet as they entered the tyrant’s office, a tired expression on his features that was very much mixed with disinterest. He refused to say anything just in case. He knew what the man was capable of.

Multicoloured eyes glanced to Shouta, a worried flint flickering in his eyes before he brought his gaze back to Toshinori. He took a deep breath, bowing respectfully to the man he called his ‘master’, a sharp toothed grin plastered on his features. “Of course. I’m not one to disobey, Master.” He mused, standing straight once more.“Though—I am curious to know why you called for myself, and...” his tone turned into one of disgust as he gestured to Shouta. “Him?”

The villain hummed in return as he moved to stand up. “Well, I thought that both of you might be able to help me out with a little rumor I’ve been hearing about.” Toshinori’s hands moved to lean over his desk as his hands rested against it. “I have heard a great many things and I would hate to be the last one to find out about something so...Important.”

There was a glance shot at Shouta from the blonde nomu before he focused on Toshinori, a brow raised. A Rumor...? He brought a hand to his chin up in thought...No. No no. It had to be something else. There was no way... “Really?I haven’t heard anything as of late.” He could feel his anxiety bubble in his chest, but he still kept his calm demeanour. “What was the rumour, exactly?”

Icy blue gaze felt as though it was burning into the two of them as the villain tutted. “I’ve heard that you and...This one, here,” He gestured to Shouta. “Have been passing on information that heroes otherwise shouldn’t know.” He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Judging by the relationship that you two currently have, I would assume that’s rather farfetched, correct?”

“With all do respect, My Lord--That’s absurd. Where did you hear that, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Keep the act up, Hizashi. He closed his eyes briefly and exhaled sharply, a hand gesturing towards Shouta. He had to keep this up—he had to remain...believable.

“You don’t actually believe that I would work with him, do you, sir? I can’t stand him—and vice versa. What benefit would I gain to helping out the heroes, anyway? The only goals I have coincide with yours.”

Looking at Shouta, he could tell the other man was staying quiet. He looked half uninterested and half annoyed. He shifts a little, scratching his head. Hizashi keeps his facade up--But this was bad. Someone was spying on them, and they both knew that in this current moment. They knew that if there was any notion of this being the truth...it could get them both killed. Shouta is relieved that Hizashi wasn’t like this anymore...That there was no longer any truth to this bullshit. He huffed, narrowing his eyes at Hizashi and keeping the facade up with him.

“I have ears everywhere, my Moon. I thought you would remember that.” Toshinori’s gaze trailed them from side to side as he stood up and snaked his way between them, looming over the both of them. It made Hizashi...nervous, especially when he moved to lean down to be eye to eye with the nomu. “If your ideals stil coincide with my own, then I will give you an order that is easy enough to follow.” He stood up straid, casually pointing to Shouta.

“Kill him.”

Multicoloured eyes watched Toshinori move, body tensing slightly when the taller man loomed. He could only think of one snivelling rat that could have said something...That could have been spying on him...He would get back at that skeletal freak later.

“Of course I know that—“ he paused, eyes widening slightly at the command. Shit. No. No no no. He couldn’t—

The spirals in his eyes thickened, hands twitching before his claws flexed, head turning to look at Shouta. He wasn’t going to have a choice in this...His body was literally moving on its own.

“Run.”

The command was uttered and Shouta was told to run. The command made his eyes widen and his attention snap to Hizashi, his heart rate increasing, he knew commands couldn’t be avoided. Shit. His face twisted in several different emotions before he gave Hizashi an apologetic one, hands gripping his capture weapon as he jumped back. The Erasure Hero activated his quirk to target Hizashi’s speed quirk—at least it would buy him time.

Hizashi trailed behind him—absolutely unwillingly but due to the command system that was set up in his brain, he didn’t have a choice in anything. His teeth were clenched tightly as he cursed to himself, hatred for the tyrant bubbling in his veins. If only he could be attacking him instead—but no. The man in red still had his hold on the blonde nomu—no matter how much he would try to fight it. “Son of a bitch.” Hizashi spat these words at Toshinori before his body moved from a walk to a run—though his speed was cut thanks to Shouta. The last thing he wanted was to fight his lover—let alone kill him. Toshinori was a twisted man.

Lips parted on their own to let out a quirk powered scream in Shouta’s direction as he continued after him, the blonde mentally cursing at himself. His heart felt heavy-it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He DIED protecting Shouta in the first place. Was that going to be in vain, now? He growled when he heard the intercom system go off, Toshinori’s voice echoing on the walls as the blonde continued to give chase.

"We have a runner. Don't interact with him or his pursuer unless you see him trying to leave the grounds. And, Himei, make sure not to bloody the body too much. I'm going to need it later."

Need it? The thought made Hizashi sick to his stomach. He had a feeling he knew what the tyrant wanted to do with Shouta and he absolutely refused. Not that it mattered, anyway.

Shouta’s gaze was off of him now and he could feel a spark within his body. His speed was back—he could feel it. Hizashi stopped for a brief moment, glancing up as he saw the capture weapon come at him which he easily dodged now that this speed was back. Lips parted to scream—nothing. Black claws gripped the capture scarf and he used his inhuman strength to pull, stepping forward—and in the blink of an eye those blackened claws reached over and sliced down Shouta’s right eye, and then they were tightly gripped around Shouta’s throat.

His heart felt so heavy in his chest as his hand squeezed, hearing Shouta grunt as hands moved to Hizashi’s in an attempt to pry it off. However, he was much too strong now. Hizashi knew the tyrant was watching this—probably with a stupid grin on his face. Watching the both of them squirm—putting Hizashi through this torture. It made his blood boil.

But the look on the nomu’s face was sad. There was so much pain and regret as he watched someone he loved squirm in his grasp, desperate to breathe as he continued to squeeze. There was hesitancy—something that didn’t normally happen.

A pause. The intercom came back on.

“Himei. What are you waiting for?”

‘Don’t call me that. Don’t say it.’

“KILL HIM.”

His hand squeezed tighter and he moved to slam Shouta into the ground, kneeling over him and looking down at him with those sad, multicoloured eyes. He didn’t want to do this. His hand squeezed tighter.

“I’m sorry. I—I don’t wanna do this, Sho—“

“I know.” He heard Shouta gasp his words. He could tell by the look in the other man’s eyes that he didn’t blame Hizashi for this. That it wasn’t his fault. And yet something solidified for Hizashi as the light in his lovers eyes slowly went out and his breathing stopped.

Hizashi was a monster. Through and through.

He knelt there, staring down at the corpse of his lover and his best friend, tears slowly dripping onto Shouta’s skin and clothing as the nomu slowly retracted his hand from his throat. A hand moved to dig into dark hair, the other wrapping around his torso as he held the other close to his body. He trembled, teeth clenched as he listened to the voice on the intercom once more.

“Well done. It seems you do still listen, hm?” Oh, how Hizashi wanted to rip out that man’s tongue the more he spoke. He paused as he heard the shuffling of feet, blinking a few times and looking behind him only to feel the body ripped out of his hands. “Hey—HEY, GIVE HIM BACK—“ Hizashi moved to grab him from the henchmen, only to be grabbed himself. An attempt to use his strength was proven futile from another strength based quirk holding him back. The blonde hissed and squirmed, doing his best to reach for Shouta’s body as they were oth dragged off in seoerate directions.

“SHOUTA—!!” Hizashi screamed, voice cracking in panic as he was dragged off, his last image of Shouta being his corpse carried off.

Hizashi knew what was going to happen.

And he dreaded it.

Blogs mentioned // @handofsmite & @shoukyo

#long post #I’m on mobile so I can’t read more it #answered #handofsmite #what am i supposed to do without you? | shokyo x himei | shoukyo #death tw #strangulation tw #religion tw

[my-tardis-sense-is-tingling]

idk i was just watching sarah z’s new episode on destiel and it made me want to come back to this account and visit lol

updates on stuff...

-i’m officially bi and married to a woman now?? p sure that wasn’t that way when i used to be active on here

-i have like... a real adult job now. i know, wild.

-i’ve also officially been diagnosed with adhd as an adult so that explains a lot

-and also i’m officially a leftist/anti-capitalist now so that’s been so major character growth

-heard about the spn finale. not impressed and glad i dropped off when i did. really, the first 5 seasons were the only ones worth anything... FUTURE POTENTIAL FANS BE WARNED

-could not give less of a rats ass about sherlock anymore i’m sorry!! (i stand by my old sherlolly fics though)

-i want to catch up on the newer episodes of doctor who at some point because i’ve actually heard pretty good things about jodie whittaker, but i haven’t felt like it yet and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look fondly upon what moffat did to that show

-i stand by the ben c crush to an extent but i’m also into kpop now so my old standards for men got thrown out the window when that started

-idk, all i do these days is love my wife, love my cat, watch lots of horror movies, watch newer fun shows, still try and fail to write things, and constantly deal with my ongoing mental health issues :)

-still a mega nerd but like... more educated on the qualities i like to see in media i consume, along with being more socially aware regarding life in general 

gotta say, sometimes i miss being more into online fandoms in a weird way, i just haven’t found something in awhile that i’ve been into enough to put up with all the other crap that comes with it.

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 52

The whole class was shocked that Bakugo was the one to pick up the phone. His yell was loud enough to alert Shouji. Seconds it took Shouji to race down the stairs like a spider on every energy possible to enter the room.

“That’s Y/n?” He yelled out of breath.

“Shouji! Get off the phone baku-butts!” The class heard Y/n on the other line.

“Y/n-” Shouji didn’t know what to say.

“Did you tell the teachers about me?” She asked him a sweet voice.

It was a sliver of hope, her voice. Still here in this world, gracing it with her warm presence.

“Yes, of course, Y/n- what, why?”

She told him too!

“I’m a master planner is why!” She said like it wasn’t that serious. “Good, good. I bet this will go quite well.”

Those words destroyed that sliver of peace. Master plan of his hell!

“Y/n why would you do this?” Momo yelled into the home phone. “We could help you if you just let us”

“Once I knew my mother was helping the league, it was my fate to do this. I wasn’t brought to UA for my silly mistakes, but because I was meant to be here, to guide the heroes to stop the league. I’ll take the teachers where they need to be, and I say the things I need to say to my mom.” Y/n explained. “its family business first.”

“You could have told her those things when she rots in prison,” Sero said. “You don’t have-”

“I’m not sure if I’ll be given the chance, but you guys are worth it. I just want you guys to survive your hero course and then become the hereoes you want to be, later. Especially Shouji. I’m sorry I hurt you, and the rest of the class, you’re extra special to me Mezo.”

“Y/n...please,” Shouji begged.

“Shouji you got to be my hero so many times. I know you don’t want me to do this, but you’re worth it. I love you, so much that I don’t want to imagine a world where you get killed or injured by my mother’s creations. I have to be the one to do this.”

“Y/n you can come back we can-” Shouji said.

“Please insert more money to continue the call.”

This was still part of Y/n’s plan. Sure she wish she could hear more of Shouji’s voice, but she knew she had to do this now or never. The class would tell the teachers about the phone call, to ensure she would be found dead or alive. Or at least the location in question.

 She turned to the woods boarding the town and sighed. A road cut through it, the same road her mother drove on. The sign of private property glared at her as she entered the unknown. She took deep breath and continued.

Looking back she wished she could have told Aizawa she did appreciate all his help. They may have butt heads, but she knew he cared about her well being even though he didn’t have to. He busted her shoulder and that’s how it started. That’s the logical way to see this as, but Y/n saw it as destiny was how she ended up here. It was destiny to meet Shouji too. To fall for him, to care for him, to bring her back to her mother in order to save him once. She was risking her life and memories, but she believed deep down she would find her way back no matter what. 

At the check point there was a fence around a building deep in the woods. It was an electrical fence 8 feet high. There at the gate was a camera and a scanner. She took a deep breath and went for it.

“Hello?” She asked the scanner.

“State your name and purpose.” A voice from the scanner said. 

“I’m (full name) Dr (last name)‘s daughter. I just.” She began to tear up. “I need to see my mom, I can’t take it there anymore.” She sobbed.

Thirty seconds went by and the gate opened. Easy as pie. She walked up to the building and entered. It was white, sterile. There was a guard sitting at the computer. 

“Your mother is down stairs.” He said. “You haven’t been here in quite some time.”

“Huh?” She pretended to be dumb. ��I think I’ve only been here once or twice.”

“Huh, my mistake.”

Yet Y/n knew where the down stairs was. It was assumed her mother was notify she was here. Her heart race as there was no turning back. The elevator opened to reveal the real laboratory. The walls were tall holding containers of what seemed to be half baked experiments of living things that grew in tubes. She saw her mother taking notes on one of the containers. Her attention turned to her daughter as she heard the elevator ding.

“Y/n, you’re here.” She said. “We might get in trouble for this, but as your mother I have your back. Is that Aizawa-ass a huge jerk?”

“Oh he’s the worst!” Y/n sobbed. “This was all just too much on me. I can’t use my phone at all, and I got hurt!”

Her mother set the notes down to examine her own daughter. She placed her hand on Y/n’s cheek. It burned Y/n to leave it there, but she had to keep up the act for now.

“I’m so sorry. We’ve been playing by their rules for so long.” Her mother sighed. “It doesn’t have to be like that though. It can be like how things were. Remember? When it was just me and you, shopping and icecream?”

Y/n looked past her mother and saw in a container further back, was a NOMU fully grown with a brain sticking out. She had to pretend more and more as it got harder.

“I do mom.” Y/n said. 

“What did they do to you?” Her mother’s attention began going back to the container, she was asking for white noise.

“I came in contact with a NOMU. Or that’s what they called it.” Y/n said.

“Mm hmm?”

“And it is said to be a bunch of people in one body with multiple quirks. It’s man made.” Y/n explained more.

“Yeah?” She took more notes. 

“And you created them didn’t you.” Y/n said.

A slow smile crept on the doctor’s face.

“I wish I could take full credit, but it was a collaboration. Someone’s idea and my intelligence really did mix well together.” She said. “And you’re here to do what?”

“I’m gonna stop you.” Y/n said activating the quirk in her arms to fire.

“You! My creation?” The doctor asked.

Y/n swung at her mother. The older woman ducked down and got a pole from the floor and hit her daughter in the stomach with it. It electrocuted her. Y/n fell flat on her back, confused.

“This is for the NOMUs. I knew betrayal would always be in you whether I used my quirk or not. It would always resurface.” The doctor said. “You know how disappointed I was when child services came because you called 911? What kind of child rats on her own family? I could’ve been great. Solving the world’s questions they’re too scared to even research!” 

“You’re insane!”

“Am I? I birth four ungrateful children to make them the best possible examples of human life.” The doctor yelled kicking Y/n’s side. “Two run away to fulfill their lame careers, one committing petty crimes and the other had no better purpose than to become a NOMU.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would! I refuse to lose my identity, my power, my ambitions to motherhood. It was never rewarding. None of you got my intelligence. Only my drive to fulfil your dreams.” The doctor hissed. “Tell me why now are you so pissed off? Did you fall in love with a wannabe hero?”

Y/n was scared. She was electrocuted again as she screamed in agony. She felt her muscles move against her brain waves. She couldn’t move.

“You could have been a better hero if your father didn’t stop me. Look at you wanting to lose yourself into someone else. What did they do? Call you pretty? Thought you were nice? Like some painting to hang on the wall and be forgotten about?” 

Her mother kept hitting her with the device. Asking her questions.

“Forget about them, and maybe when you meet again, you’ll be the true potential you could never meet as NOMU!” 

“Fuck you!” Y/n cried out as she gave a last ditch kick to her mother’s leg. 

 “Get her!” 

Two lab assistants took Y/n by her legs and arms. She struggled and tried activating her quirk. Her mother looked her in the eyes and starting to activate her own quirk on Y/n.

“Stop it!” Y/n yelled. “Stop it! Stop it stop it!”

“Drug her up.” Her mother told a third lab assistant who shoved a needle into her side. 

 Y/n body violently shook as they carried her into a smaller room with a bed. The assistants grunted as she struggled. Her mother grabbed her face more to activate her own quirk to see how far Y/n would handle it. Y/n tried fighting the urge not to black out, but with the drugs, the arm around her neck and the hands on her limbs there was no hope. 

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[lovemesomesurveys]

survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (3/3) Please believe. - P How many pages did the last book you read have? The last book I read has 342 pages. 

What do you like on your pancakes? Just good ol’ butter and syrup.

Do you like small parties or large parties more? I’m not a party person, but if I went to a get together I like small ones with people I actually know. 

What was the last exam you passed in? The ones I took when I was still in school.

Do you think paw prints are cute? Yeah.

How much would you pay a neighbour to do your lawn? I wouldn’t. Besides, my dad takes care of the lawn stuff.

Ordinary pens, scented pens, gel pens or felt tip pens? Felt tip pens.

Are you a people person? Nope.

Do you put pepper on your scrambled eggs? I do.

Who, except yourself, has the nicest pet? Nope, just me. ha. I don’t know, I haven’t been around anyone else’s pets in awhile.

What's your favourite piece of clothing? My leggings and graphic tees.

What place have you gone to that you never would again? Hmm.

What do others seem to have plenty of and you have little or none? Seems like everyone has energy and I certainly don’t.

Is pink a nice colour, an okay colour or icky? I like it.

Give me a description of a great film plotline? Nah, I don’t have the energy for that.

What do you have in your pockets? My leggings don’t have any pockets. I never use pockets anyway.

Do you listen to podcasts? Just this one Disney related one.

Have you ever played Poker? Nope.

Do you have a pond in your garden? No. Or a garden.

How about a swimming pool? Nope.

Do you like Poptarts? I do.

Do you write notes on post-it notes? It’s been awhile, but sure.

Quiet darling, shh. - Q Do you ever use the word quaint? I don’t recall the last time I said that.

Do you know what quantum physics is? Not really.

Are you a quiet or loud person? Definitely quiet.

Do you usually ask a lot of questions? No. I rarely do. Well, I ask Google a lot of questions ha.

What's your favourite quote from a film? There’s a ton.

Favourite quote from a song? I have a lot of those.

Are you quick witted? In what aspect? No.

Roses are Red and Romance is dead. - R Do you listen to the radio often? I haven’t listened to the radio in years.

Do you prefer rain or snow? We only get rain, so. <<< Same. I do wish it snowed here, though.

Have you ever ran into someone and injured you or them due to it? Yes.

Do you listen to rap music? Yeah.

Do you find pet rats gross or nice? Why? I don’t like rats at all.

Have you ever been to a rave? Nope and have no desire to.

Are you somewhat of a rebel? Ha, no. How about reckless? In some ways.

Do you prefer red, black or purple dresses? Black.

Do you know how to reload a gun? Nope.

Do you remember your first best friends Mum's name? No. I don’t think I ever knew it.

Do you have a good or a bad reputation? I think a good one.

What song do you request most often on the radio? I haven’t done that in yearsssss.

Do you prefer rice or tofu? Mexican or fried rice. I’ve never had tofu, but it doesn’t look or sound appealing. 

Have you ever held a rifle? Nope.

Do you know a Robert? What's he like? Yes. I haven’t seen him in several years.

Do you like rollercoasters? Noooo.

Been to Rome, Italy? No, unfortunately.

Are Roses your favourite flower? Sure.

So sweetheart, lets fan. - S Do you feel safe in your neighbourhood? I do.

Whose the Patron Saint of your Country? I have no idea.

Do you put salt on your fries? Only if there’s not already salt or seasoning on them, which typically there is. I don’t add more.

Do you think we are all born the same? In some ways?

When did you stop believing in Santa? I think I was around 7 or 8.

Do you think the name Sarah is pretty? Yeah.

Is Saturday your favourite day of the week? I don’t have a favorite day. All my days blend together.

Have you ever watched Saved By The Bell? Opinions? Yeah. It’s super cheesy, but hey I’m biased towards shows I grew up with so I like it for it nostalgic reasons.

What about the Saw films? Opinion? I like them.

Are you easily scared? Yes.

What's your secondary language, if any? I don’t have one.

Name all the things you can see from where you're sitting? Uh, absolutely not.

What's the last sentence you spoke out loud? “Okay, goodbye.”

Have you changed your default settings on your computer? Some things.

What year did you turn seven in? 1996.

How important is sex in a relationship how important is sex from 1-10? It’s not something of importance to me at this time.

What is your favourite shade of blue? Various shades.

Shade of Purple? Pastel. 

Favourite shape? Hearts and stars.

Do you know a girl called Sharon? Nope.

How about Shari? Spelled differently, but yes.

Do you shave your arms, legs, pubic hair and/or somewhere else? I shave, but not all of these areas. <<<

When was the last time you were sick? Now.

What's the worst side effects you've had due to a medication? Nothing too terrible, thankfully. Like, nothing life threatening.

What does your signature look like? Shit. ha.

Do you like silk? What do you own that is silk? It’s okay, but I never actively search for it. I have one set of silk pajamas but that’s it. <<< Yeah. I actually don’t even own anything silk.

Do you sip or drink hot drinks fast? I “nurse” as they say all my drinks. I’m a very slow eater and drinker. I do make sure to enjoy as much as I can of my hot drink while I can, though. I need to get a mug warmer thingy. Nothing beats those first sips of a hot drink.

How about with alcohol? Like I said, I “nurse” all my drinks. I don’t drink alcohol anymore, though.

Do you have sisters? How many, what ages and what're they called? Nope. Is your grandmother older than sixty five? My grandmother passed away, but yeah she would be. My Nana is as well.

Do you slam doors often? I never do.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? For what reason? No.

Do you snack a lot or just eat big meals? I don’t snack or eat big meals, I just eat what I can. I have a messed up appetite and other eating issues, so how much I eat really varies. 

Do you smile more often, or frown? Definitely frown more these days.

Are you wearing socks? Yep. Always.

Do you say sorry too often? Probably.

What's a sound that always soothes you? Ocean waves, rain, and certain ASMR triggers.

Do you carry a lot of spare change? How much is on you now? No.

Do you own a swimsuit of the Speedo brand? I don’t own any swimsuits.

Do you like sunflowers? Sure.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #categories #abcs

[artificialqueens]

Tree House Kisses, Chapter 28 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Courtney deals with a misunderstanding when Roy comes over for a “sleepover.”

TW: awkwardness, underage sexual activity

Chapter 28: Like a Prayer

Courtney threw some stuff into her backpack, turning to Darienne, who was flipping through a magazine on her bed.

“So, I’m heading to Adore’s and I’ll probably crash there after the movies, since she’s gonna demand we watch all three-”

“Right, but, uh...are you ready?” Darienne asked pointedly.

“For a movie night?” Courtney replied sweetly.

“No. For...you know.”

Courtney’s eyes were wide and innocent as she said, “What do you mean?”

Darienne rolled her eyes. “Courtney, you’re the worst liar ever. I’m not gonna rat you out, but I know you’re not going to Adore’s. So I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

“Ready?”

Darienne threw up her hands. “Courtney! Would you stop playing coy for one second?! For sex! I want to make sure you have fucking birth control! Jesus!”

Courtney blinked at her, then started to laugh. “Dar, I’m not having sex tonight. I mean, yeah, I’m gonna hang out with Roy, but-”

“Wait, but Thorgy said that you told Roy that you’re gonna-”

Courtney’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, whoa, wait. Thorgy?” Courtney sat on the bed. “Thorgy wasn’t even there.”

“What exactly did you say?”

“I said that we could have a sleepover.”

Darienne chuckled. “And he somehow got sex from that? Shocking.”

Courtney covered her face with her hands, stomach twisting in knots. “Oh no…”

“I mean, maybe it was just guy talk. Try not to stress.”

“Right. Yeah. You’re right…”

-

By the time Roy arrived at Courtney’s house, she was in a total panic.

He walked into the kitchen, where she was in the middle of setting the table for dinner, startling her. She dropped a plate and then burst into tears, apologizing over and over.

Roy scratched his head, confused.

“Court, what--why are you crying? It’s okay, we can clean it up.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I’m so sorry-”

“For what, Court? I’m...come here.” Roy pulled her against his chest, by now thoroughly confused. “Please stop crying.”

“I know you thought that I was gonna sleep with you! You told Thorgy-”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea,” she sobbed, as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. “It’s all my fault; I’m just not ready but I fucked up. Please don’t be upset, I’m sorry, I’m-”

“Babe. You wanna know something? I didn’t even really think that’s what you meant.”

“You didn’t?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I mean, let’s face it, you are not exactly known for your subtlety. But Jamin kept insisting, and maybe, you know, I guess part of me hoped that he was right.”

Courtney sniffled, wiping her eyes on his sleeve. “I’m sorry, I’m-”

“No, stop! I just, I didn’t wanna lie,” Roy laughed, kissing her forehead. “But...if you’re not ready, you’re not ready.”

Courtney nodded, burying her face against his chest. Roy cleared his throat.

“Alright, so...sex is off the table,” he said, kissing her forehead. “What else do we do at a sleepover? Are we gonna have pillow fights in our jammies and like, paint each other’s nails?”

“Is that what you want to do?” Courtney raised an eyebrow.

Roy laughed. “I was kidding!”

“You sure? Because I have some shimmery lip gloss I stole from Adore that would look amazing on you.”

“So funny.”

Courtney grinned and kissed him. “Are you hungry? I made lasagna.”

“Is it vegan?”

“No.”

“Then yes, I’m starving.”

-

Later on, snuggled up in bed, Roy realized that the whole night was going to be an exercise in self-control. Because in true Courtney fashion, she was wrapped around him, bare legs tangled around his, pressing kisses to his jaw, hair smelling like heaven…

“Hey, Court…” Roy swallowed, tapping her back.

“Mmm?”

“I, uh…look, I heard what you said earlier, about not being ready, and I get it, but…” he trailed off, pushing her hair off of her face.

“Yeah?” Courtney looked at him, eyes wide.

“I mean, is there anything...I guess, I’m just….uh…” Roy took a deep breath, trying to redirect some oxygen to his poor addled mind.

Courtney swallowed. She was pretty sure where this conversation was headed. She shifted away from him slightly, waiting patiently for him to continue.

“I mean, we’ve been together for almost a year. And we’ve known each other most of our lives. We...we love each other.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, nuzzling her face against his shoulder, stomach full of butterflies.

“And...I’m pretty sure that you like...what we’ve done, so far...right?” Roy cleared his throat.

“Of course!” Courtney assured him.

“And it’s not a religious thing, or, like, a moral objection to sex, so I just…” Roy sighed. “It’s not that I’m not happy. You know I’ll wait 100 years, if that’s what you want. I’ve just been wondering if like...is there a particular reason, that you’re not comfortable? Do you not trust me? Or…?”

Roy’s heart pounded. He knew this was an important conversation to have, but he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answer.

“No! That’s not…” Courtney bit her lip. “I don’t know, exactly. I just, I haven’t felt...like it was time yet. But...I do love you, and I trust you, and I...I want you. It’s just that sex is a really big deal. And just because I’m not planning to wait for marriage, or like, save myself for Jesus, doesn’t mean that I think it’s just like...something to take lightly.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just-”

“I know!” Courtney grinned, taking his hand. “I know you weren’t trying to call me a slutty heathen...right?”

Roy winked. “Well, I mean, it was my primary reason for asking you out. The whole slutty heathen angle.”

“Hmm, really missed the mark there, huh?”

“Yeah. Too bad.” Roy shook his head sadly, batting his eyes at her before flashing his dimples.

“Look, the truth is, you’re right. I have liked everything we’ve done so far. So much that, I haven’t really felt the need to go any farther.” She trailed her fingers along his arm.

“Huh. So basically, if I ever want to get laid, I should try that whole withholding affection thing again?”

Courtney narrowed her eyes at him. “Yeah, try that. I fucking dare you.”

Roy burst out laughing, wrapping her up into a bear hug.

“It was more painful for me than it was for you, trust me.”

Courtney giggled, snuggling closer. Soon, she began to kiss him again, softly and slowly, rubbing against his hip. He could feel his pulse begin to race, but after that conversation, he certainly wasn’t going to be the one to push for more.

He held her waist lightly, trying not to think about how warm and soft her skin was, how much he wanted to slide his hands up under her tank top.

Roy’s heart beat faster as her hands slid up his chest and around his shoulders, tongue against his leaving him breathless and panting. When she shifted her weight on top of him, he choked back a whimper.

Courtney lifted her head to look into his eyes, stroking his cheek. “You alright?” she breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Never better,” he managed to say, flashing a weak grin at her.

“Me too,” she beamed, bending her head down for another slow kiss. She rocked her hips, feeling his fingers dig into the small of her back, tingles rushing through her body as Roy tensed up beneath her.

She didn’t mean for it to be like this. She just wanted to be close to him, to enjoy their time together, without worrying about where things would lead. But she had to admit, that once things got going, she was getting a slight rush from having the power over him. Knowing that he was in agony, wanting her but not doing anything.

Courtney wasn’t sure why he was torturing himself so much, either. Sure, she’d taken sex off the table, but there was plenty still on the table - there was no need for him to do this self-punishing nonsense. But if that’s what he wanted, she was happy to play along.

She sucked gently on his pulse point, hand up under his shirt, grazing his nipple. Roy gulped. The combination of her soft, teasing touches, and the knowledge that this was going to go on all night, was getting to his head.

Finally, after he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached over to the other side of the bed, grabbing one of the many decorative throw pillows, and shoved it down between them. She looked at him with an amused expression.

“Precautionary measures,” he explained.

Courtney giggled and wrapped her arms tighter around him.

“Oh yeah? What are you afraid of?” she asked, tracing patterns on his chest.

“I’m...I’m afraid of everything my body is feeling right now. With you. In your bed.”

“You’ve been in my bed a zillion times,” Courtney laughed.

“This feels different.”

“Hmmm…”

As Courtney pressed her hips against the pillow, Roy’s eyes closed. Their lips ghosted each other’s and just as Roy leaned up to press his lips to hers, her weight was suddenly gone entirely, the bed moving as she flopped back onto her back, giggling.

Roy opened his eyes, looking over at her. She’d grabbed her phone from the bedside table and typed out a text message. He blinked, heart racing.

“What...why’d you stop?”

Courtney gazed into his eyes, so dark she thought she could get lost in them. It was true, what he’d said before. He would wait 100 years for her. She only had to look into that loving expression to know that. She suddenly felt bad for teasing him.

“I don’t want you to be afraid, babe,” Courtney said. She put her phone down and took one of his hands, playing with his fingers. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like me to do...to make you feel better?”

“Well...I didn’t say that I didn’t like it,” Roy admitted, causing her to burst out laughing, burying her face against his shoulder and curling against him once more. Once he felt her body heat against him again, he began to relax, arms folding around her. “But maybe...maybe we should try to sleep a little?”  

Courtney snuggled against him, sighing happily. “I can do that.”

Roy kissed the crown of her head, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair, wondering how long it would take for his own heart to slow down enough so that he could sleep, too.

-

In the morning, Roy realized that the hell he’d endured the night before had all been worth it. Because he what roused him from a hazy, deliriously pleasant dream was Courtney’s hot mouth on him, her hands working him hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck…”

She lifted her head, smirking at him through a fringe of lashes, pumping her hands faster.

“Morning…” she cooed, adrenaline flowing at the sight of him, barely awake and already on the brink, putty in her hands. She twirled her tongue against the head of his dick, then whispered teasingly, “How’d you sleep?”

Roy’s only response was a deep moan, thrusting his hips upwards, though they barely moved, since she was holding him down. He ran his hands through her messy blonde curls, utterly at her mercy.

As Courtney started to suck harder, she could feel him twist and writhe beneath her, bucking upwards.

“I’m...I’m...I’m…” he gasped, clutching handfuls of her hair.

She glanced up at him with a wink, and went right back to sucking the life out of him as he came, moaning, burying his head back into the pillows. She smiled against his skin, licking him clean, feeling his fingers loosen from her hair.

“You’re such a good boy,” she murmured, kissing a trail up his belly.

Roy whimpered again, gulping for air, as she crawled into his arms. He held her tightly, heart still racing, head swimming, wrapped in a cloud of bliss.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

Roy pushed Courtney’s hair out of her face and gazed at her with abject devotion.

“Marry me.”

Courtney laughed. “We’re a little young for that, don’t you think?”

“I don’t care. I want to wake up with you every day, forever.”

She laid on his chest, propping her head up with her arm, looking into his eyes. “You feel that way now…but what if you get sick of me?”

“Not possible.” He pulled her in for a light kiss.

“Well…what if I get sick of you?” she teased.

Roy considered this. “Then…I’ll change.”

Courtney laid a hand on his cheek. “Roy…”

He caught her hand and kissed her fingers. “I’m serious. I love you so fucking much. I always will.”

She pressed her forehead against his. “I love you, too.”

“Can I show you how much?” he asked softly.

Courtney’s heart began to beat faster, as a knot formed in her throat. “How are you-

“Cause you know, I read that book again,” Roy said, fingertips sliding just under the edge of her shorts.

“Oh, well…” Courtney bit her lip, grinning. “We shouldn’t let all that studying go to waste, right?”

“Definitely not.”

She rolled over onto her back, fluttering her lashes.

“Bring it on, tiger.”

-

Darienne and her parents had just returned from church when Courtney showed up, starry-eyed and giddy, and Darienne figured she’d better quickly get the girl upstairs before her mother began asking questions. God forbid Mrs. Lake suspect it was Adore who put that delirious expression on her face. That would be even worse than the truth.

Courtney sailed into Darienne’s room, tossing down her backpack.

“Nice pearls,” she snickered.

Darienne put her hands on her hips as Courtney plopped into her desk chair, spinning like a child.

“Thanks, they were my grandmother’s.”

“Really? She must have been very edgy,” Courtney giggled.

“Courtney.”

“Yeeeees?” Courtney turned upside down in the chair, still spinning.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened, or what?” Darienne knew that she must look like a schoolmarm, hands on her hips in her modest church clothes. But right now she wanted to slap the smirk off of Courtney’s pretty little face.

“I thought it was unladylike to kiss and tell…” Courtney replied, eyelashes fluttering.

Darienne grabbed the arm of the chair and stopped it.

“Whoa, head rush.”

Making sure to keep her voice low in case her parents were listening, Darienne asked, “Did you have sex or not?”

Courtney burst out laughing.

“Not! Dar, I told you I wasn’t gonna. Oh my god, you should see your face right now…” Courtney wrapped her arms around Darienne’s waist, giggling.

“Well, okay, great. That’s...but you had a good time?”

“I mean, yeah, obviously, because he’s the best,” Courtney shrugged. “And I think...I mean, I’m still not sure when I’ll want to do it, but...I think I should be prepared. You know? Can you, like, drive me to Planned Parenthood? I think I should get birth control, so that I’m-”

“SHHH!” Darienne hissed, worried that her mom might hear their conversation. Courtney had always had trouble with vocal modulation, ever since they were little.

“Sorry,” Courtney whispered.

“It’s okay. And sure. Of course I’ll take you.” Darienne hugged her. “Aww, my little girl is growing up.”

Courtney laughed. “You’re such a nerd.”

#rpdr fanfiction #tree house kisses #scorpio #veronica #adorney #bitney #courtney act #bianca del rio #darienne lake #lesbian au #m/f au #high school au #angst #fluff #smut

[standingmanintheshadow]

The Gambler

Chapter 5: The Loud Escape

(I hope you enjoy the chapter)

Walking into Human Resources, the first thing that stuck out to Elijah was that the entrance to Human Resource was a bathroom, but with all the things he has seen, this wasn’t the weirdest. Shrugging it off, he walked through the bathroom with a sense of dread on his mind. Elijah continued walking through the large bathroom until he saw a large hole in the bathroom wall leading into another room. “Why are we even trying Magic Man, there’s a ton of them, and one and a half of us, even with your powers, we have no chance to escape,” Scout said in a defeated tone. 

“Look, you may have given up already, but I didn’t, so we’re going to continue whether you want to or not unless you want me to cut the stitches connecting you to me and just leave you here if that’s what you want?” Elijah said with a somewhat threatening tone.

Scout immediately perked up at what Elijah said. “WHAT? Are you crazy? I was just dramatic, asshole,” she said with returning vigor. “Hehe, good, I would like the company; it can be boring wandering around abandoned warehouses controlled by sentient puppets trying to kill me,” he said sarcastically and continued walking.

Elijah slowly crept through the large hole and saw another large window connected to a hallway. Slowly approaching the hallway, they both saw what it looked like a rat eating a person in some form of a body bag. Elijah shuddered with disgust and looked down the hallway and what greeted him made him want to throw up. Down the hall was an uncountable number of people in body bags and hung up on hooks like meat. It didn’t help that the hallway was also covered in a deep mist. But the worst part of it all was the disgusting smell, which Elijah could easily distinguish from others as it was the smell of death. The smell got worse as Elijah walked forwards towards the bodies. Wanting to protect his nose from the smell, he dropped the cigarette in his mouth and covered his nose with the shirt under his jacket. 

“What is this place? I’ve never been in here before,” she said before continuing “are these hosts?” she asked rhetorically as she looked at the bodies on the hooks. Elijah continued walking through this miserable place when he saw another window containing more rats, which seemed to have puppet parts stitched to them. The rats were eating a human hand, desperately fighting for it like it would be their last meal. Walking away from the window, Elijah kept moving through the hooked people without saying a peep. “Host, are you alright?” Scout asked since she noticed his silence.

“Scout, do you think I’m alright?! I’m in a room filled to the brim with people that are most likely dead on hooks like their pieces of meat. Now tell me, do you think I’m Alright?!” Elijah yelled out without care if anyone hears him. Scout looked at Elijah with an empathetic look before turning away in silence. “I’m sorry, Scout, I didn’t mean to take out my anger on you,” he said with regret in his voice. “It’s alright, host, we just need to get out of this hellhole and fast,” she said, gaining a quick nod from Elijah as he began walking again through the mist. Coming to the room still covered in fog, they both could barely see anything except a door that was touch activated. When Elijah got to the door, and Scout put her hand on it to open it, the screen turned red and said, “level 1 clearance required.” 

“This door won’t open; I need a green security pin. It’s like the one I wore on my shirt. But I don’t have it, so we’re fucked, unless we can find one somewhere in here,” Scout said as Elijah looked at the bodies that surrounded them. “We don’t have time to find a fucking pin; I think I know a way to get through this door,” he said as he started stretching his right leg out. “How in the hell are supposed to get through this metal door?” she asked as she wondered how he would accomplish this feat. “Just watch me” was the only words Elijah said before violently kicking down the metal door off of its hinges. Elijah stretched out his right leg again before walking through the now opened door.

“How in the hell did you do that?” she asked, completely baffled at the strength he has shown. “Well, I  work out a lot, that’s all,” he said as he began scratching the back of his neck. “Your hiding something from me, something other than the regeneration and the fancy card tricks,” Scout said as she gave Elijah a look that could be described as annoyed. “How about this? I’ll tell you everything when we escape and go out for lunch,” he said. Scout just signed and nodded; Elijah gave a small smile in return and continued through the newly opened door.

The door itself was connected to a room that was circular in design, but other than that. The room was empty in terms of furniture. But the only saving grace was that there was an employee elevator that didn’t seem to need any pins, unlike the last door. Elijah pressed the button next to the entrance to call the elevator; there was an awkward silence between the two as they waited for the elevator to come. When the awkwardness started to become unbearable, a musical tune played, followed by the elevator door opening up. Elijah walked into the elevator and pressed the only button in the elevator, and in response, the elevator closed and started going up slowly.

“If you’re serious about this whole escape plan thing, then the only way out of here is through a hole that was created by the fire. but here’s the fun part, it’s way back in Mortimer’s section, and to get there, we have to go through the Soundstage, which is where all the puppets are, so I hope you have enough cards to fight them all or are a fast runner” she said. “Hmmm well, I don’t want to fight all of them if I can help it soooooo; I guess I can sacrifice my pride and run away instead,” he joked, which Scout did not appreciate. “How can you still joke around when we can be killed at any time?!” Scout yelled at him, clearly displeased.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Damn, I was just trying to have some fun, fun killer,” Elijah said with a pout. Scout shook her head at his behavior and started to talk again, “Hey, I have a question,” she said, gaining Elijah’s attention. “Shoot” was all he said back. “Well, you’re from the host world. Is it a good place?” she asked, paying full attention to Elijah for an answer. “Well, it’s better than this place and more well lit, so yeah, it’s a better place than this dump,” he said as Scout’s eyes seemed to light up with excitement. 

“I knew it! I’ve seen the host world, you know; before my first orientation, I found a television in the basement with working cable. I didn’t know how long I was watching it before Riley caught me. Cop dramas, bake-offs, nightly news, it blew my mind; ever since then, I never fit in here. That’s when I stopped rhyming. I just couldn’t anymore,” she said, then stopping to take a breath before continuing. 

“If we survive, I was wondering if I would fit out there in your world; I know I’m a puppet, but do you think it’s possible?” she asked as she stopped talking to let Elijah say his piece. “Well, considering what crazy things I have seen out there, I’m pretty sure you would fit right in,” Elijah said as Scout’s eyes seemed to light up more with joy by the second. “Wow, thank you. I don’t know if I believe you, but it’s nice of you to say,” Scout said as the musical tune that played before started playing again, and soon the elevator door opened.

“It would seem that this is our stop,” Elijah replied, “it would seem so,” Scout replied. Walking through the elevator door, they were both greeted by familiar darkness. Elijah hit Scout on the head to turn on her light. When Scout light was turned on, the darkness surrounding them was pushed away by the light and shown a room filled with crates and cabinets. Elijah slowly walked through the small maze of cabinets and small chests when he heard a familiar voice start talking on the loudspeakers above them.

“Attention Handeemen of every shape, a defective puppet named Scout and her host has escaped. They have corrupted my data and rendered my test incomplete, so you must hunt them down now and halt their retreat. Rip out their eyes, eat their guts, burn their skin, throw them in the trash, OR I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!” Riley yelled out over the speakers making Elijahs ears hurt from the sheer volume.

 “Damn, If she plans to make me deaf, then it’s fucking working,” Elijah half-joked as he covered his right ear in pain. “That’s Riley for ya,” Scout said. “She’s a very mean woman,” Elijah responded as the pain in his ears started to subside. “yeah, you don’t know the half of it,” Scout replied.

After the pain in his ears went away, he started looking for a way to get out of the room and started walking through the darkness. He kept walking until he pumped into a table with a rather large jack in the box on top of it that seemed to have skeleton hands holding it. Above the jack in the box was another series of writing that Elijah couldn’t understand. “That’s Mortimer’s handwriting. It says, “mind if I join in on the fun,” Scout said in a scared voice at the mention of Mortimer. “It’s about time he gets off of his lazy ass and does something. If he’s supposed to be the head honcho around here, then how come we haven’t heard from him sooner?” Elijah said, rather insulted by the lack of attention from Mortimer. He looked at the jack in the box and started to turn the handle slowly. After a minute of turning, the top of the box opened by a small bit. “I think you broke it,” Scout said, and right after, she said. A few seconds after she spoke, a replica of Mortimer’s head suddenly popped out of the jack in the box, scaring both of them. 

Composing themselves, Elijah walked towards the jack in the box and noticed a pin with a  fourth of Mortimer’s face on it stuck on the replicas hat. “That must be one of the pins I was talking about, but it seems incomplete,” Scout said as she started speaking again. “And why is Mortimer helping us? That makes no fucking sense,” Scout said as Elijah was deep in thought. “I don’t know what he is planning, but it doesn’t feel right. It’s like some game to him,” Elijah said as he put the pin onto Scout and began walking away from the jack in a box. 

Elijah continued looking for a way out of the room. His search was not long when he found a door that needed the pin to be unlocked. Before scout could open the door, they both heard a new cartoonish voice that had bloodlust hidden within it coming from behind them. “You...you are the ones that killed my brother’s Crinkle and Bubbles, they were the only thing I had in this world, and now that I found you, I’m going to torture the two of you nice and slow!” the new puppet said without a rhyme.”

Elijah turned around and faced the puppet; he saw that this one had a more clownish look, as it had a colorful bowtie and clown nose attached to its face. Elijah looked at the clown puppet with an unamused look. He responded to the puppets threat by quickly pulling out a card that turned into a Colt 1911 pistol and shot the host in the head. The gun’s sound echoed throughout the warehouse as the clown puppet slowly fell to the ground dead, laying in its pool of blood. “That was anti-climatic,” Scout said, gaining no response from Elijah. 

Walking back to the door, Scout quickly unlocked it, and they continued through the door to face the unknown, But the only thing that greeted them was a small hallway that led to another door. Elijah faced the machine that opened the door behind them and swiftly smashed it with the butt of his pistol, preventing anyone from sneaking up from behind them. “Great thinking host; since you fired that gun, everyone is going to be coming after us, but the door you just broke should give us the time we need to escape,” Scout said as Elijah continued walking down the hallway. Getting closer to the door in front of them, the machine that opened it was covered in blood; Elijah saw that Scout started recoiling from the machine. “Ew! What is that? Is that like blood? No, no, no, I have a thing about blood; it’s like a phobia. I get sick even the thought,” she said as she started to gag.

Elijah’s head started throbbing as Scout continued psyching herself into touching the screen covered in blood. Elijah blinked a few times to get the pain to go away, but on the fifth try, he opened his eyes and discovered that he was much closer to the screen before. He looked around and saw that he could see his body and quickly realized that he was in Scout’s body, controlling her. Turning back around, he tapped the bloody screen, and then the door suddenly opened up in response. Still, in Scout’s body, he began to get the same head pains, and before he knew it, he was back in his body. Scout turned around to Elijah, clearly shocked and mad at the same time. 

“What the?... Either I’m going crazy, or you were just in my head; how in the hell did you?... Shit, our psychic link must be going haywire. Stay out of my head!” Scout shouted at Elijah. “Okay, okay, I’ll try not to, but it just kinda happened, so don’t blame me. Blame Mortimer for his dollar-store magic not working properly,” Elijah said as Scout gave him a confused look as she didn’t know what a dollar store was. “Use any excuse you like, just stay out of my head!” she yelled again, standing her ground on the issue. Elijah quickly nodded at her request, and when she gave him a content look, he walked through the door ahead and into the next room.

The room ahead was by far the biggest in the warehouse; as Elijah walked through the larger room, they could see various posters of the show’s main cast and even some of the show’s minor characters. When they were done looking around, they both turned their attention to a sizeable lit-up sign that said “Main Stage.” “I guess that’s where we have to go?” he asked. “Yup… but looks like we need the all of the parts to this pin to get through, and good luck kicking through that; it’s thicker than the other doors, so there is no way for you to get through,” she said as Elijah chuckled and walked forward to the larger door. 

Elijah put his ear to the door and started softly knocking on it. “What the hell are you doing host, do you know how idiotic you look right now?” Scout said. “This door is indeed too thick to kick through, but I’m not going to do that, I got a better plan, but when this door is opened, we have to book it out of here, okay?” he explained as Scout just sighed. “It better be a good plan,” she said. “Oh, it will; you just have to trust me,” he responded, which Scout gave a quick nod; Elijah then continued with his plan.

Elijah reached into his pocket and pulled out five playing cards, which began to mold together, formed a brick of C4 with a detonator attached to it, stuck it onto the door, and quickly retreated behind some crates were nearby. He then grabbed another card that turned into a detonator and promptly pressed the button. When he pressed the button, both of them could only hear the roaring boom of the explosion as the bomb’s power utterly eviscerating the door. Seconds past after the bomb went off, and Elijah came out behind the crates and was ecstatic at his work, while Scout looked like she was scared shitless. “You asshole, you could of at least told me to cover my ears. And now since you made a shit ton of noise, everyone knows where we are!” she yelled as they both could hear distant yelling coming from where they first entered. “We should get going,” Elijah said as he began to sprint through the blown doors of the main stage.

Running through the main stage as fast as possible, he saw only an empty stage with a table with no chairs near it. Jumping up on the stage, he could see another door that had an exit sign on top of it. Opening the door and rushing through it, Elijah continued running through hallways that seemed like a maze. He kept running and running until he came into a room that had two doors going that both had the same symbols that Scout was able to read before. “Scout, where do I go?” Elijah asked quickly, not wanting to waste time. “Go through the right door,” she said as Elijah started running through the right one. After running through the door, he was able to see another door that had an exit sign; in front of the door was yet another machine that needed turning. Both Scout and Elijah quickly grabbed the handles and started turning the levers at a fast pace. When they began turning the levers, a large door began to close in front of them and getting closer to closing with every turn of the levers.

Elijah looked up from the machine and saw across the long hallway in front of them a large group of sockpuppets with Riley leading the charge. “There, Scout and her host, they’re trying to escape, don’t let them!” Riley yelled out as the group of sock puppets started running towards Scout and Elijah with the intent to kill. “Scout, we need to double time it now,” Elijah said in a panic. They both increased their efforts in turning the levers, which started to close the door way faster than before. With the increased effort, they managed to close the massive door seconds before the group of sockpuppets could get through the door.

Scout and Elijah both released a collective sigh of relief when the door was closed. Beyond the door, they both could hear the voice of Riley screaming to the other sockpuppets to open the door. “I told you it was a good plan,” Elijah said while letting out a chuckle. “Good plan, my ass, we almost got killed,” Scout said, trying to hide a smile but failing. “Well, we’re still alive, so that’s all that counts,” he replied. “Yeah, your right,” she said, giving up trying to hide her smile and let out a big toothy grin. “We should go,” Elijah said quietly, which he gained a nod from Scout.

Walking through the door behind them, all that was keeping the both of them inside this hellish place was a long hallway, which at the end of the hallway, they could see a bright light that meant that they were almost outside. Elijah walked down the hallway as Scout was looking at the bright light in wonder.

 When Elijah finally exited the warehouse through the hole, he saw that they were in the empty parking lot of the Handeemen studio. Elijah felt the cold autumn air hit him as the sun’s warmth shined on him, bringing him warmth. He took a deep breath and exhaled, slowly enjoying the outside air for a few minutes. “It’s not like I imagined,” Elijah heard Scout say as she looked at the trees that surrounded the parking lot. “What do you mean?” Elijah asked. “It’s far more beautiful than I could ever imagine,” she said as she began to tear up.

 “Are you crying?” he asked.“I’m not crying; my eyes are just watery,” she said as she pretended to act tough as tears continued to flow from her eyes. Elijah brought Scout to his chest and let her cry on it while he patted her back for comfort. “Shhhhh, it’s going to be alright,” he said, trying to reassure her while her tough act quickly broke and started bawling on his chest, making his shirt and jacket damp.

Scout continued crying for a couple of minutes until she stopped and pulled away from Elijah. “Thank you; I needed that,” she said as her voice was trembling from the recent cry. “Hey, that’s what teammates are for,” he said as Scout sniffled and wiped her eyes. In a quick move, Scout hugged Elijah’s chest again as she began to speak, “You’re the best person I’ve ever known, and I’m happy to call you my friend.” “Now your gonna make me cry, Scout,” Elijah half-joked. “Now come on, we have to get to my car so that we can get away from this hellhole,” he added as he began walking across the parking lot and was soon back on the street. Elijah kept walking when they were on the road while Scout observed everything from Squirrels climbing the trees to leaves flowing in the wind. When they finally reached the spot where Elijah’s car broke down, Elijah noticed that his car was not there anymore. “Wheres your car Magic Man?” Scout asked. “Well, as you see, it’s gone; either Mortimer and Riley got rid of it, or it was towed away by a towing agency,” he explained as Scout gave him a worried look. “So, what’s the plan now?” she asked.

“We just have to walk.”

#hello puppets scout #fanfiction #mortimer handee #riley ruckus #the gambler #hello puppets #hello puppets au

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Every Version of You (Spideypool)

Uh yes. Tissues? Also, blame @paranormalmoonlight5 and THIS post for this whole thing. I didn’t have to write it angsty but I 100% did and I regret nothing. 

Seriously tissues. TW Character (Wade) Death but since its a multiverse sort of thing, the ending is still okay 

THERE’S MORE SPIDEYPOOL ON MY MASTERLIST!

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The apartment building wasn’t as nice as the one Peter and Wade shared in their universe, and Peter looked around the lobby curiously.

It was the same building– same address, same double door entrance, the lady at the front desk was still blonde and sort of shockingly busty- but it just wasn’t as nice. The rich brown tone looked about fifteen years past needing a repaint and the tiles on the floor were cracked and dingy. More than a few lights were out, several of the mailboxes bent and busted open and the elevator made a truly terrifying screech as it came to rest at the bottom floor. 

Peter got in the elevator car anyway, because it wasn’t every day he ended up blipped into a side universe and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to explore. Mr. Stark would be furious when he found out Peter had tested the travel chamber on himself, but Peter had very carefully set the timer for no more than three hours before he faded back to his own timeline, and he was only walking the familiar parts of this version of New York, so realistically, he was being as safe about this whole thing as he could be, right?  

Right. 

Plus, he was curious about this version of himself, curious about this version of Spider-man and curious about whether this him had met and fallen in love with one loud mouth, spandex clad, disaster of a mercenary as well and the only way to satisfy all that curiosity was to go and find out. 

So here he was in an alternate timeline, parallel universe, multi-something or other where apparently, the elevator button for the fifteenth floor had been so badly abused the entire thing fell right off and bounced on the dirty carpet when Peter pushed at it. 

Alright, so this universe had seen better days. Noted and noted. 

The hall of the fifteenth floor was dim, the numbers hanging haphazardly from various doors and the floor stained with something Peter wasn’t even going to begin to think about. He couldn’t help but wonder who owned the building and why it was in such bad repair, did this universe have different stands for apartment buildings? His own place wasn’t exactly the Ritz, but at least all the lights worked and there wasn’t --ick-- rats in the hallway. 

When Peter got to the apartment that was theirs in his own universe, his key slid right into the lock, but then caught and stuck as if it hadn’t been used for some time. That most likely meant this Peter and Wade didn’t feel the need to obsessively lock their doors like he did, which was...odd... considering how gross the building was. 

Peter hadn’t actually planned this far ahead in his little jaunt through alternate timelines, he hadn’t thought about what he would do if he opened the door and Wade was in the apartment or he himself was in the apartment– what a weird conversation that would be. 

Although, if they had figured out the whole multiverse thing on his end, surely other Peter Parker’s had figured it out too, so maybe he wouldn't be as surprised to see himself standing there as he thought he would be?

The convoluted thought made Peter smile, so he opened the door and peeked his head around into the apartment, more than ready for a look at another version of his own life. 

Oh. 

The apartment was much dirtier than the one he’d left in his own world, much dirtier and much darker and much more depressing. It almost looked like what Wade’s apartment had been before Peter had moved in, but this apartment didn’t feel like a bachelor pad like Wade’s had. 

It felt... it felt abandoned, felt like no one had lived or loved here in a long time and that made Peter uncomfortable. 

The windows were closed and shades drawn, the same couch in the same place in front of the same TV but covered with a layer of dust that said it hadn’t been used in a long time. There was a carbon copy of Peter’s favorite pillow tucked into what had always been is side of the couch, but the stitches were popped and torn, the fabric ripped. 

The kitchen was a mess--which wasn’t all the surprising-- but the fridge was empty of everything except a few bottles of water, nothing but a handful of microwave meals far past their sell by date sitting in the freezer. 

I don’t live here. Peter thought with some degree of sadness as he looked at the bare spots on the wall where he and Wade hung pictures and random paraphernalia from their date nights. There were no notes to each other taped to the fridge or the closet door, no piles of shoes and no random assortment of clothing that were proof of cohabitation. I don’t live here. 

Towels were piled on the bathroom floor because no Wade ever believed in hanging them up to dry, but there was a chair in the shower, one of the medical ones that lifted people in and out of the bath and Peter ran his hand over it uncertainly. 

Why was that here? Who needed that? 

Peter paused outside the bedroom for a moment because as curious as he was about this Peter and Wade’s life, it still felt a little like invading privacy even if it was sort of his own privacy. 

But...maybe it wasn’t his privacy anymore, because despite is key fitting in the lock and his pillow out on the couch, it was painfully obvious that Peter Parker did not live here in this universe. 

Or at least he didn’t live here anymore. 

Oh well. Came this far, can’t turn back now. 

Peter turned the knob and pushed the bedroom door open, bracing himself for whatever would be on the other side--

–and stopped in his tracks, mouth falling open. “W-Wade?”

The man lying in the bed was much much smaller than Peter’s Wade, just a shadow of his usual self, really. Nothing more than skin and bones barely making a dent on the mattress, IV’s and leads hooked to different machines, an oxygen pump and heart monitor, a brain activity scanner and one that was definitely a morphine drip. 

“Wade.” he repeated. “Is that-- is that you?” 

The eyes that opened to peer at him were dark and nearly lifeless, cloudy with pain not quite dulled by the morphine. “You’re not my Peter.” The Wade on the bed rasped, his breath rattling through his lungs. “Which Peter are you?” 

“Which Peter am I?” he repeated dumbly. “I--what--um--” 

“Multiverse, right?” Wade coughed and it was awful. “Always knew you would figure it out one day. What happened, did you and my Peter switch places?” 

“No we-- I mean yes, multiverse but I’m just here visiting and--” Peter didn’t even know what say, gesturing around to the various machines. “You’re sick. You’re sick and I-- what happened? Are you okay? What happened to you?” 

“Oh.” Wade smiled and it wasn’t anything like it should have been, weak and shaky and not near bright enough. “Let me guess– I’m not dying of cancer in your universe, am I?”

“Cancer.” Peter felt the word like a blow to his chest, a punch to his stomach and when his knees gave out he stumbled into the chair closest to the door. “You have cancer? How do you have-- that’s not right. You’re supposed to have a mutation, one that fights the cancer.” 

“Not in this life time.” Wade coughed again and tried to smile. “Sorry to disappoint. No mutations here, just a mcfuck amount of tumors. Worst part is, none are on my dick so I’m still woefully under endowed.” 

“Woefully under endowed.” Peter choked out a laugh. “Oh god, you’re sick with cancer and still making dick jokes?” 

“Oh good, I do that in your universe too?” 

“I think every Wade in every universe makes dick jokes.” Peter gathered himself enough to take a closer look at Wade, at the machines and the data and then he took a closer look around the room and back out into the hall. “Where-- where am I? Why haven’t I been home to clean this place up? Where’s your version of me?” 

“My version of you?” Wade shook his head weakly. “We uh-- we broke up over a year ago. Right after I got diagnosed.” 

“...no?” Peter frowned at him. “No, there’s no way I would have left you after a diagnosis. I would have dragged you to Stark Industries and made Tony find a cure or something, I would have used the money from May to pay for treatments or I would have--” 

“Pete.” Wade waved off is protests with a twitch of his hand. “You don’t know about it. I broke up with you, kicked you out of the apartment.” 

“You broke up with--” 

“Didn’t want you to see me like this.” Wade gestured to all the machines and then with just a hint of his usual snark added, “Figures the fuckin’ multiverse would screw my plans up and you gotta see me like this anyway. Sorry about that.” 

“You sent me away?” Peter whispered. “So I wouldn’t see you hurting? But who’s been taking care of you?” One shoulder lifted and fell in a semblance of a shrug. “You’ve got-- who’s here with you now? Are you here alone?” 

“Nurse’ll come in the morning to check on me.” Wade’s fingers were trembling as he reached for a cup of water and Peter jumped from his seat to grab it for him, guiding it to the chapped lips and holding it steady while Wade drank. “Thanks. Wasn’t that difficult a few days ago.”

His head fell back against the pillow. “Told her to go home and get some rest. Pretty sure she knows I won’t make it till morning, so she’ll be back in a few hours.”  

Peter stayed there standing at Wade’s bedside, unable to look away from the nearly translucent skin, the way the veins were too pronounced. “You-- you and I-- how did I take you breaking up with me?” 

“It worked out for you.” Wade tried for another one of those half smiles. “Great photographer. Avengers like you real well without me hanging around. You and Gwen are gorgeous together. It’s alright.” 

“It worked out for me but you’re here alone?”

“It’s alright, Pete.” Wade insisted tiredly, his eyes falling shut for a moment. “It’s-- it’s alright. This version of you deserved better than me. Pretty sure every version of you deserves better than me. M’fine. M’just--just fine. This is fine. Better this way.” 

Peter’s watch chimed and he glanced down to see an hour had gone by already. 

“Gotta set a time limit to universe jump?” Wade asked, lifting a finger to point at the time piece. “My Pete had that idea too, said it would be too easy to get lost in the other places and never make it home.” 

“Yeah-- yeah it’s my timer.” Peter stared down at the countdown and then over at the man fading away before his very eyes. “But I have time if you want me to stay. Do you want me to stay with you for a little bit? I’d-- I’d-- just--” he dragged the chair over from the door and pushed it right up against the bed, moving IV lines carefully until he was as close to Wade as he could get. “Is this okay? Can I stay here with you?” 

A beat of silence, and then Wade turned his hand until his palm was resting up, curling his fingers hopefully. “Please stay, Pete. Please? I know you’re not my Pete but I still miss you-- I miss him-- I miss us and it’s selfish but wish I never sent you away--wish I’d--” 

“I’ll stay. I’ll stay.” Peter picked up the thin hand and cradled it in both of his, muffling a curse when he felt how cold Wade was. “What can I do? Are you cold?” 

“Always but Pete--” 

“Hang on, do you still keep blankets in the hall closet?” Peter was up and out in the hall in a flash, grabbing two extra blankets and running back to spread them over Wade’s frame, tucking it in around the corners. “Better? Is that better?” 

“Better, but Pete I--” 

“Have you eaten? Do you need to eat? A drink? What can I--” 

“Baby boy.” Wade said, and the nickname made Peter freeze, made tears come to his eyes as Wade pressed gently at his hand. “Petey pie, just sit with me. Talk to me. Tell me about--about you. And us-- are we an us in your world? Are we-- do you love me still? I’ve missed you so much and I-- just talk to me.” 

“We’ve been an us in my world for two years.” Peter fluffed an extra pillow behind Wade’s head then sat back down to hold his hand, smoothing over Wade’s knuckles and around his wrist. “And I love-- shit, I love you so much. You have no idea.” 

Wade smiled a little. “You probably only love me bout half as much as I love you, Pete.” 

“You could never.” Peter shook his head. “I’m head over heels for you, have been for forever.” 

“How did we--” Wade rubbed his thumb over Peter’s palm. “How did we start dating?” 

“You uh-- we did patrol every night for like six months before you finally asked me out.” Peter told him. “We were only supposed to go every other night, but I kept calling you on our off days and pretending we should do patrol. It was just an excuse to see you and I’m pretty sure you knew that from day one.” 

“You’re terrible at lying.” Wade agreed and when Peter grinned, Wade sighed and whispered, “Fuck me, I’ve missed your smile.” 

“Well, you see it lots because make me laugh every single day.” Peter told him. “Terrible terrible jokes. Just the worst. Last week you told me some awful dad joke about koala bears--” 

“-having all the koala-fi-cations to be a real bear?”

“--and I laughed until I threw up my sandwich.” Peter finished and Wade’s shoulders shook through a laugh. “It was the worst joke I ever heard, but you delivered it with such a straight face, I just couldn’t take it.” 

“Tell me about our first date? Was it ice cream? Coffee ice cream?” 

“Oh no, do you eat cappuccino ice cream in this universe too?” Peter gasped in mock horror when Wade managed a nod. “God, all night you fussed at me for eating vanilla but then you kissed me and tasted like coffee and it was the worst.” 

“But you kissed me again, right?” 

“We ended up in bed that night.” Peter admitted and when Wade raised a (non-existent) eyebrow, he amended “Alright, we ended up doing it against the wall in an alley because we were both mega horny. You kept making jokes about all the benefits of me having sticky fingers and being extra bendy and I kept telling you--” 

“--to shaddup and fuck you before you changed your mind?” A near lecherous wink from Wade. “I didn’t shut up and you didn’t change your mind, did you?” 

“We moved in after six weeks together.” Peter grinned again when Wade’s eyes lit up in surprise. “I never wanted to leave you after the first night, so you told me I should just take over a drawer if I was going to keep staying over, and I said if you were a real man, you’d invite me to live with you and you said ‘square up mother fucker’ and I moved in the next day.” 

“I sound obnoxious.” 

“God, you’re perfect.” Peter took a chance and dropped a gentle kiss on Wade’s hand, gratified when Wade murmured, “Pete.” and squeezed at his fingers as tight as he could manage. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re obnoxious and crude and honestly the worst but you’re perfect and I love you so much.” 

“Your pillow on the couch--” Wade tried to motion for the living room. “You left it here after we fought but do you have one in your world?” 

“I’ve got one.” Peter confirmed and Wade’s smile was a little stronger this time. “Actually, I have two since I already had one at my place. You went and bought me one for your place when I started sleeping over all the time, and now that we live together, there’s two pillows. We keep one in bed and one on my side of the couch.” 

“Left side of the couch?” 

“Always.” 

“Tell me--” Wade wheezed through a cough and Peter got him another drink. “Tell me um--” 

“I’m just going to tell you everything.” Peter readjusted the blankets further up on Wade’s chest, then leaned up and placed a kiss on his forehead, lingering when Wade’s hand came to rest at his side for a moment. “I’m just going to tell you everything, alright? Wait until you hear about the night we crashed J. Jonah Jameson’s charity ball in our costumes. Oh and oh my god, Tony Stark actually invites you to dinners all the time but one time you kissed me in front of Sam Wilson and he didn’t shut up about it for a week and a half and...” 

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When Peter’s watch chimed at another hour, two hours down and one hour to go, he was mid story about the time he and Wade had tried to paint the bathroom in the apartment and now there was paint all over the toilet and on most of their towels and Wade was laughing-- or trying to laugh at least-- over Peter’s description of how terrible a decision neon green had been for their shower tiles. 

“So then you turned to me and said--” Peter stopped when Wade shifted on the bed and grimaced. “What can I do? Is it your back? Are you hurting?”  

“Always.” Wade shifted again, pain flitting across his face. “Don’t worry about it though. Tell me-- did we ever adopt a dog? Or a pet? You used to ask me for--” 

“A pet is on our to-do list once we get a bigger place.” Peter swallowed past the lump in his throat to ask, “Do you want me to turn up your morphine?” 

It wasn’t a good sign when the morphine wasn’t working, when it had to be turned up more and more. Peter knew enough to know morphine was the pain medication for those beyond help, for when a doctor used the term ‘make them comfortable’ and it hurt him in a very real part of his soul to think Wade was at that stage. 

“Do you want me to turn it up?” he whispered again and Wade shook his head, whispering back,. “It makes me sleepy and I don’t want to sleep while you’re here, Pete. I don’t want to miss this. Been forever since I’ve seen you, I don’t wanna miss anything.” 

“You won’t miss anything.” Peter assured him. “I don’t want you to hurt baby, I’ll just--” Wade’s eyes misted over the endearment and Peter said it again, “Baby, I’ll just climb in bed with you so if you fall asleep, I can fall asleep too alright? No big deal.” 

“Yeah? I won’t miss anything?” 

“No no, I’ll be right here, I promise.” Peter upped the dial on the morphine, watched Wade’s eyes glass over a little more and then very carefully climbed onto the bed next to him, moving the cords so he could tuck in next to Wade and put an arm around his waist. “How’s that? Am I okay here?” 

“Miss you.” Wade’s words slurred through the morphine. “Peter Pumpkin, miss you. Shouldn’t have sent you away. Jus’ didn’t want to make you sad. Now’m selfish, wanting you back.” 

“It’s alright.” Peter linked their fingers together and hugged Wade as gently as he could. “It’s alright, don’t worry about that now. I’m here, right? I’m here. You’re not selfish, Wade. You’re not--just don’t worry about it. If you need to rest--” Peter bit his tongue so he wouldn’t cry. “--just rest. Close your eyes. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” 

“...not asleep yet...keep talking to me?”

“Okay.” Peter took in a deep breath and started again. “So this one time you took me to Canada and I got to find out how incredibly redneck you are when you’re out in your natural habitat? Funniest thing I’ve even seen. You wore overalls for a week straight and kept trying to convince me to go for a roll in the hay? And when I finally agreed, you really just rolled me through some hay and laughed until you cried. I wasn’t amused at all. I was ready for some farm time sex and you were playing a practical joke.”

“Oh and for our two year anniversary, I took you up to the top of the Statue of Liberty and we had a picnic while staring out at the ocean. We bought all sorts of silly souvenirs and you kissed me at midnight and we flipped a coin to see who would top but the coin fell off the statue and into the water so I topped first and then you did and the next morning we were both so. sore.”

Wade chuckled a little at that, and Peter kept talking, story after story. Dinner dates and movie marathons and the time he was sick when Wade had panicked and brought him six types of chicken soup. The one unfortunate paintball episode that wasn’t ever talked about anymore and the way they are sort of friends with Matt Murdock but how Jessica Jones scares the shit out of both of them. How they made a point to cook dinner together at least once a week and it was always literally a disaster and always so much fun. 

He told Wade about the litany of stupid nicknames, from lemonwhiskers to snickerdoodle and how the frequency and ridiculousness varied depending on how upset Peter was, and he told him about the cheesy cards they bought each other for every possible occasion, and how they really really did the rose petals on the floor things for romance time, even though it was fake rose petals because there had been a one time thorn incident. 

Then Peter’s watch chimed half an hour warning. 

“You gotta go.” Wade was barely audible know, breath shallow and eyes closed because he didn’t have the energy to keep them open. “Pete. You gotta go. Don’t be late.” 

“I told you I’d stay until you fell asleep.” Peter whispered. “So just listen. The first time you told me you loved me was a Tuesday. We were eating like, a million egg rolls and I was mid bite and probably looked terrible and you looked over at me and told me ‘Sure seems like I’m in love with you’ which wasn’t romantic at all, but was still perfect. I told you a few weeks later. We fell asleep together watching Golden Girls and you wrapped me up in like a dozen blankets because I shivered at some point and you were convinced I had hypothermia. I told you we couldn’t have sex if I was burrito wrapped and you told me--” 

Peter smiled through his tears, reaching out to wipe one from Wade’s cheek as well. “You told me you’d trade all the sex in the world for being able to watch me sleep, knowing I trusted you enough to fall asleep in your arms and I told you I loved you right then and there, told you that you were the only person I ever wanted to fall asleep next to ever again.” 

“You always take such good care of me, babe, no matter what. Any time I need anything, you’re there for me and I never have to worry about anything. You’ve brought me lunch when I forget to eat and one time drove clear across town to my work to bring me a tie so I wouldn’t get in trouble and sometimes-- sometimes--” 

Peter drew a heart on Wade’s hand with his fingers and smiled when Wade managed a squeeze in return. “Sometimes I don’t think I deserve you, Wade. Dunno what I did in another life to get you in this one but I love you. I love you so much and you are my entire world.” 

“...entire world...” 

“Yeah.” Peter hid more tears in Wade’s blanket. “Yeah, babe. You are my entire world. Have I told you about how you convince me to do things? You always start with this whole phrase of ‘I’ve put alot of thought into this’ and I always say yes to whatever you ask because why the hell would I ever say no?” 

Fifteen minutes. 

“You loved me enough to not want me to cry over you.” Peter brushed careful fingers over Wade’s cheek, along the line of his jaw, down to the barely there pulse at his neck. “But I’m glad I’m here now, glad you’re not alone right now Wade, I-- I--” 

“...we married?...” 

“No, not yet.” Peter shook his head and pressed a long kiss to Wade’s cheek. “But I bought a ring last week and I’ve been hiding it in my sock drawer because this Friday I got tickets to your favorite Broadway show and I’m going to propose there.” 

“...I’ll say yes. Promise. No version--of me-- will ever say no.” 

Ten minutes.

“...Pete?” 

“I’m here, I’m not leaving you. I’m here, babe, I’m right here.” 

Five minutes. 

Peter put his head down and sobbed into Wade’s chest as the steady heartbeat started to slow.

“Christ, Wade. I love you, do you know that? Every version of me loves every version of you. It doesn’t matter what universe this is, I will always always love you.

“...love you, Pete.”

One minute. 

The blankets were pulled up to Wade’s chest and his eyes peacefully closed, and the last thing Peter did was open Wade’s phone and send a text to his Peter to let him know Wade had passed peacefully, that the hospital had been notified and an ambulance was on its way. 

Then Peter bent and kissed Wade’s forehead, and shut the door behind him on the way out. 

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The machine opened with a hiss and a whir and Peter stepped out into his own universe, face to face with a thoroughly pissed off Tony Stark. 

“What in the actual fuck do you think you were doing?” Tony shouted. “You could have been stuck in some stupid alternate universe-- could have died-- could have fucking gotten lost and I’d have to go in after your ass and then you really would have been in--” 

“Can you yell at me tomorrow?” Peter whispered, tears streaming down his face. “Please, Mr. Stark? I’m sorry but I have to get home. Right now.” 

He bolted from the lab and nearly ran into Captain Rogers, who joined Tony in the lab with a perplexed look on his face. 

“What’s up with Pete? He looked like he was crying? Was he in here?” 

“Yeah, he used the--” Tony motioned towards the machine, still staring out the door after Peter. “Babe, do you remember when I accidentally activated this thing and ended up in a multi verse where you and I didn’t love each other? You’d stayed in the past with Peggy and I never became Iron Man?” 

“Vividly.” Steve wrapped his arms around his husbands waist and dragged him in for a kiss. “It took

me weeks to convince you that we were real and I loved you and that this universe was the one you belonged in.” his face cleared after a moment. “You think Peter--” 

“Yeah. Yeah I do.” 

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Peter didn’t stop running until he got to their apartment building, waving at the blonde and shockingly busty receptionist, jamming the button for the fifteenth floor in the elevator, bolting down the hallway and just breaking down the door to their apartment instead of wasting time looking for the key.

“Babe?” he yelled, searching the apartment for Wade. “Babe? Where are you? Wade!” 

“Heya sweet cheeks.” Wade was fresh from the shower and still wiping down with a towel. “How was work? Did you--ooph!” 

He caught a hundred and seventy five pounds of Spidey in his arms unexpectedly, backpedaling into the wall to keep his balance as Peter tackled him into a long kiss. 

“Baby boy what’s wrong?” Wade wiped away the tears as quickly as he could, checking Peter for injuries, trying to figure out why he was nearly hysterical. “Pumpkin? What’s going on?” 

“Don’t ever send me away.” Peter whispered fiercely, knotting his fingers in Wade’s shirt and yanking him down into another bruising kiss. “No matter what. Do not ever send me away. I don’t care what happens or what you’re going through. Please. Please don’t leave me alone, don’t send me away. Not ever. I want you to love me forever. Forever, Wade. Promise me.” 

“Hey hey hey.” Wade scooped Peter into his arms and headed for the couch, falling back onto the arm rest and cuddling him close. “Listen, I dunno what this is all about but I can promise-- hey, look at me Pete-- I can promise, I’ll never send you away from me. I promise. I never you want you to be anywhere than right here with me. And I will love you forever. Don’t even worry about that.” 

“Are you sure?” Peter hiccuped through a sob. “Because I--I--”

“Snickerdoodle.” Wade cupped his jaw and kissed him sweetly. “Listen. I know you’ve been working on this multi verse thing, and I don’t know shit about shit about that thing, but I can promise you that you could search every single one of those places and never find a version of me that doesn’t want you. Every single version of me is going to love you forever. I promise.” 

“Okay.” Peter pressed tighter to Wade’s chest. “Because I’m gonna love you forever too. Every version of me. I’m never leaving you. We’re getting married. Like, tomorrow. I have a ring and--” 

“Wait, you have a ring?” 

“Yeah, I bought a ring and I was waiting until Friday to propose but I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to--” 

“I bought a ring too.” Wade felt around for Peter’s favorite pillow and flipped it over, digging around in a small tear Peter had never noticed before, retrieving a ring box. “Was gonna propose on Sunday when we went for our walk.”

“...Sunday?” 

“But now’s good.” Wade opened the box and showed Peter the ring inside. “Wanna be mine, baby boy?” 

“Oh.” Tears again, and Wade snuggled Peter up even tighter. “Wade, I’m already yours. Every version of me is already yours. You know that right?” 

“I know, Pete.” Wade slid the ring onto Peter’s fingers and then grabbed at blankets to cover them up. “Please don’t cry lemonwhiskers, I’m not going anywhere. We’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you. We aren’t supposed to cry at marriage proposals, that can’t be a healthy start to this whole thing. It’s bad enough neither one of us can wear white dresses because we’re so far past virgins there’s probably a new word for it but--” 

“You’re the absolute worst.” Peter sniffed, knowing damn well he was leaving bruises at Wade’s side from holding him so tight, and unable to find it in himself to care. “The literal worst, do you know that? I love you so much.” 

“Aw sugar buns.” Wade dropped a kiss into all that thick hair and sighed. “I love you too.” 

And later that night as he tucked Peter into bed and admired the shine of his own ring, Wade thought back over how upset Peter had been and wondered aloud, “What happened, baby boy? Did you find the only universe out there where you and I aren’t soulmates?” 

Peter didn’t answer, snoring away peacefully on his favorite pillow and Wade chuckled, bending to kiss his cheek. 

“Nah, that would never happen would it? Every version of me will always always be destined to love every version of you.” 

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How To Be A Queen

Note: This is my debut LoZ fanfction! Yay! I really want to explore a deeper part of Zelda’s character, and eventually Link’s later on. I think it’s interesting to explore the mental and physical toll of what it is to have a planned fate. I just think it’s neat. Also hopefully a slow burn somewhere in there, well, a lot in there. Lots of ZeLink slow burn. Is it obvious I like those sorts of things? Anyway, please critique. It’s going to be very AUish because the games don’t exactly spit out Link’s personality, but it will be heavily based off of BOTW. Let me know what you think!

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she's ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn't have to do it alone.

Warning: Some mentions of body weight and general mental health.

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How To Be A Queen

“Princess?”

Goddesses spare me.

Please, what did I do to deserve this.

Just a few more sips and I’ll be done. That will be it.

Oh, Hylia, end this suffering soon.

“Princess?” Old Grog Guildford sounded concerned.

“Oh! Yes, Lord Guildford?” I replied attentively, trying with every once of my will to not sound adverse. Lord Guildford is a minister and a relatively good friend to Father. Don’t get me wrong, he’s well-meaning but Goddesses in heaven can he make awful bread pudding. I can’t even remember why I’m here to taste it.

“How is it?” He looked at me eagerly expecting. One look at the old man’s face and I realize why no one has been truthful to him. He’s like a little boy asking if his art is good, only the cold-hearted can say anything negative. But, wouldn’t it spare the other poor bastards that would fall victim to it if I spoke up? I cleared my throat, trying to find anywhere else to look at beside the brown puppy dog eyes of Old Lord Guildford. Alas, I couldn’t escape.

“It’s delicious!”

Hylia, forgive me for I am weak.

“Oh, joy! I must share it with the chef for the next festival! Your Father comes up with the most fantastic ideas, Princess.”

I smiled weakly and nodded. I watched as he talked his way into the kitchen. Something about the winter solstice festival. I stood slowly, afraid to upset my stomach anymore. The dining room was one of the largest in the castle, and here I was alone and possibly poisoned by bread pudding. Well, it wouldn’t be the worst fate. I grinned up at the large, stoic murals. Here I am laughing at my own jokes as I stare up at ancestors who were able to do so much more than I ever will. Somehow I feel at ease, it’s been a while since I was alone today.

“Princess Zelda!”

The irony of it almost hurts.

“There you are!” It’s one of the head maids. She looks relieved to see me. “You must come for a dress fitting for the solstice, Your Highness.”

A feel myself politely smile and my hands grip themselves behind my back. So close. “We should be on with it, yes?”

This has been amongst the many things that have conspired in the recent weeks. As Father grows older, he’s believes that more responsibility should fall onto me. Whether it be bread pudding taste testing or short discussions about land disputes, it has indeed begun to take a toll.

It’s been so hectic that I’ve barely been able to think. Learning who the ministers are, their wives, their political leanings has been one thing. I can deal with simple studying. An entirely different venture is the world of pandering.

Forget physical activity, trying to suck up to people is by far the most exhausting activity I have ever experienced in my life. Oh, Lord Hicks how impressive it is to learn how to differentiate milkwine by simply looking at it. Lord WhatsYourName, how is the mistress you’ve been having an affair with? And the kids?

Can you believe I was taught how to laugh properly a week ago? And here I thought I laughed just fine. Oh no, how wrong I was. Last week I was introduced to a woman who told me I sounded like an old rat stuck in drain pipe. I still haven’t recovered from it.

A middle-aged blonde woman pulled a measuring tape around my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror as she focused. It’s been a while since I was last measured. I stood there in my shift and stared. The old woman made a weird noise, “It’s been a couple months since I last measured you, girl.”

“I believe so, Mrs. Bea.”

“You’ve widened by a few centimeters, Highness. Tsk tsk,” she shook her head.

My cheeks lit up in embarrassment. Did she have to say that in front of two other maids? I didn’t really know what to say. Sorry? It was the bread pudding, I swear. I have a feeling if I told her the joke wouldn’t land well.

I looked at the mirror again as she took measurements elsewhere. It wasn’t like I was overweight, but I suppose my cheeks did fill out a little. It wasn’t awfully noticeable, but being the person that stares at themselves every other hour – it was more apparent now.

The day trudged on, and my thoughts moved elsewhere. To say that my head wasn’t with my body was an understatement. Too much was going too fast. Between the pudding and the Mrs. Bea incident, the day was already becoming bigger than I can take on. With the sun now descending, I was able to slip away from preparations to climb the staircase. My quarters were on the fourth floor and what a long journey it was. I started to reconsider if I should exercise more.

Once I made it to the hallway, I saw a man standing next to my door. He stared straight ahead as if studying the lines on the opposite wall. There was a law somewhere in the books that soldiers were not to make eye contact with royalty. One of the many questionable rules that leave me wondering “What’s the point?” Link always stood very straight. It’d been a couple years since he was promoted to my guard and the man had said a handful of sentences to me since then. There wasn’t a law about talking to royalty, so instead I suppose he doesn’t like talking. Or maybe just talking to me. It makes the relationship as awkward as you can expect. The castle walls aren’t as thick as you think and I’m positive he’s heard me ranting to imaginary no ones more than a few times.

I tried catching my breath before speaking, but the words came through breathless anyway.

“Um, Link,” I spoke.

Much to my disappointment, he didn’t answer. But the small shift in his step told me he was listening. As I looked up at him a thought occurred to me. We could easily have that forbidden Princess/Knight relationship. It’s not like I lock my quarters anyway, with having one of the top men in this society outside to protect me and all.

Oh, Hylia, I need some sleep.

Not without a light flush, I responded to his lack of, “Link, could you keep anyone from disturbing me? It’s been an awfully long day.”

Again, he didn’t move to say anything. So, I continued, “Tell them something along the lines of how I’m planning out my solstice speech.” Which wasn’t a complete lie. I’d at least think about it. And Link didn’t disagree, I assumed it sounded alright. He was dressed in the traditional royal guard uniform. It was plated in a type of metal and I wondered if it weighed down on him.

You know… there’s nothing wrong with a man in uniform. Or one without for that matter.

I told myself to shush and smiled a little, “I trust your day went well?”

Again, no response. Oh well, a girl can try. I walked past him and went for the door handle, “If another guard in your squadron comes by, you should tell him to cover your shift tonight. I know it’s not the most thrilling job.”

With that, I went into my quarters and shut the door behind me. I want to say we were close despite the lack of words, but we aren’t. I don’t know too much about him other than that he came from a small village in the southeast, my father trusts him, he talks to his peers often (those thinner-than-you-think castle walls), and that he’s a prodigy in his profession. He also tends to fidget with his holster sometimes when I have a one-sided conversation with him. It’s quite the resume.

I put down whatever journal I was holding for my manners courses and try to undo the outer layer of my dress. The laces have a tendency to tangle if I don’t focus. The dresser mirror only gives so much visibility.

So what I have eaten a little more than I usually do? I’m a little stressed, okay?

I frown at my inner dialogue and shift my thoughts away from Mrs. Bea. Finally, the laces come apart and I lift the mess of fabric over and away from my form. What is left is my white shift. I sigh and sit in a red cushioned chair. It’s in front of my desk filled with small trinkets. This is when I realize the fatigue in my legs and I almost slump over. I swear aloud at the relief and fumble through my things to find a small book.

Meanwhile I hear conversations outside. All I can make out is Link’s deeper tone and a lighter, more uplifted voice – probably Anju, a personal maid. I can’t help but smile a little, she’s probably just checking in, but I appreciate Link’s attentiveness. I don’t think I can handle another interaction now. I grasp the metal ink pen and wipe off dried ink from the tip with a loose garment. The lid of the ink pot always gets a little stuck. I flip through my diary to find a blank page and fill my lungs with a breath.

“Dear Diary,” I mouth, it does make me spell better if I do so. What follows is a recap of today’s events and general frustration. Much of how I hated that bread pudding, the fake laughter, fake smiles of the court, Mrs. Bea’s comments, and my inability to be able to connect to people on a personal level. The latter concern bothering me the most. Based on the books I’ve read and the interactions I’ve witnessed, every person I’ve talked to has been on business terms. The lords, the maids, and even Father at times.

I frown deeply as I spell out my thoughts in whispers, “One night many years ago, not long after Mother’s passing he told me after hours of drinking that my conception was for the state’s sake, and only for the state’s sake.” My throat closed, but I continued scratching the words into the paper.

“I’m starting to believe him.”

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100 Day Project 1/100 - Pathfinder.

In the universe of The Human Endurance.

It would be an understatement to say that spirits were low aboard the Pathfinder. Kian had only been here for a few months, but he had been quick to fall in with the habits and moods of the crew. Something was wrong in every aspect - from the heavy wake-like silence in the commons to the near-darkness in everyone’s living quarters.

We’ve become a ghost ship, he thought. 

Despite the incredibly crowded quarters, it felt as though the ship was dead.

They’d been in this system for the better part of three months. Of it, they’d spent the last week in orbit around this world, letting their pulsar drives recharge. The devices, as the name implied, charged best on rapidly turning pulsar stars, but could do so from any other star with enough time – thus, they traveled on pulse engine alone, soaking up the energy with solar plating as they’d journeyed across the system.

He had checked the readouts just this morning, and they indicated the ship would be ready for a hyperspace jump in a little bit over two days, at the current charge rate. The world they orbited was in the planet’s “habitable zone” – close enough for the star’s energy to do something, but not so close that they had to expend precious power reserves on their magnetic shields.

It helped that this was a fairly tame star, too: a yellow, mid-sized star, about half (give or take) through its lifespan, not prone to any of the fussy flareups that rendered so many systems inhabitable and planets unexplorable.

It could have been an ideal place to call home.

Or, more accurately, had once been.

Spindly arms wrapped around his waist, and he pulled himself away from the window, leaning down to kiss the top of the newcomer’s head. “Luna,” he said softly.

“Nice to see you too, Kian,” she tried to tease him, her voice thick and breaking with emotion. She rose up on tiptoe to peer out the viewport, her breath audibly catching.

“Need a boost?” he offered, because she very much might. She shot him a Look (with a capital L) and shook her head.

After a long moment’s silence, she finally spoke again. “So. We’re here.”

Another pause.

“I never thought I’d see it.” She hugged him tighter. “Earth.”

No one aboard the ship had dared speak the name aloud. They all knew, but to verbalize it … made it real.

“It’s browner than the pictures,” Kian murmured, the closest to agreement she was going to get out of him. She didn’t respond.

“Why did we have to come out here? The mining station was the last viable colony, and even then only barely. There’s no point in being here, too-” She stretched up on her toes, pressing her face into his chest and wrapping her arms around him. “I’m so glad we made it there, don’t get me wrong –“

He cut her off with a light chuckle. “I know, Luna. I’m glad you did, too. But you know everyone had to see this. Had to see…” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say it.

“There aren’t any survivors down there. There can’t be.” It trailed off like a question, and he found himself lightly kissing her forehead again.

“I’m sure there aren’t. The readouts don’t lie – that atmosphere would kill anyone without a full vacsuit, and you know the vault projects weren’t made to last this long. There – there can’t be, no.” Luna sniffled, burying her face in his side, and he held her close. “It’s okay. They’re in a better place. They’re not hurting anymore. And they’re not alone anymore, either.”

He knew first-hand how crippling that loneliness could be. Alone, on an alien, uninhabited planet – and surely Earth counted as alien now, with how badly its ecosystem had collapsed.

His family – or more accurately, his great-great-grandparents – had been helium miners on a station in orbit around Neptune. But as the life support aged and failed and his family one by one succumbed to all manner of respiratory ailment, he had been abruptly confronted with the idea of either a slow death like theirs or else… the unknown. He’d done what any sane person would do, he’d loaded himself into the last functioning helium return pod and shot himself off towards the Martian collection station. He’d had no real plan for once he got there; surely there’d be a crew who could help him, help him figure out a plan.

But instead, he had found himself alone, using the hacked together pieces of a scavenged “pressure failure” kit to seal an emergency shelter inside the remnants of a completely uninhabited, ruined city complex, setting an emergency radio to blast every frequency with a cry for help.

He hadn’t really expected anyone to come, much less that same day; he was shaken out of an exhausted near-unconsciousness by a helmeted, vacsuit-clad soldier-looking sort, who’d brought him aboard the ship with no more questions or answers than his name.

Luna shook him out of his thoughts, softly poking him on the nose. “Boop,” she whispered, and he laughed lightly and leaned down to kiss her properly. In the last few weeks, once he’d recovered some of his strength, she’d been all but glued to his side, showing him all around the ship and teaching him how to do all the odd maintenance tasks that he didn’t know. He was good with the computers, at least; he’d had to be, to keep the station running.

There was a loud, electronic chiming sound, and Kian jumped. Luna laughed, steadying him. “It’s just the communications array, someone’s transmitting on one of the frequencies we’re...” She paused for a moment, a look of horror slowly crossing her face. “…wait.”

They were too far for there to be any transmissions from the ship’s home systems, Luna had been adamant about that. And there were no signals to be found here, either; every one of the mining satellites among the outer planets and even the Martian Viability Project (Or as some books had called it, The Real MVP) had returned nothing. No pinging, not even a basic radio interference to say that maybe there was something online there.

There shouldn’t be anything left in this system to ping with.

 All at once there was a clattering in the corridor beyond, muffled orders being shouted and heavy boots tramping on metal. A helmeted head

“OI! Lovebirds, let’s go! Something’s coming in!” The gruff voice of the commander echoed through the small space.

They exchanged a helpless look, squeezing their way out of the small viewport and into the corridor, which was abuzz with activity for the first time in nearly seven days.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” the commander said again, snapping her peculiar cross-shaped visor into place over her face. It was just for show, of course; there was no immediate threat, by any means.

Kian pulled Luna close against his side, earning a dirty look from the commander. But she said nothing, ushering them into the “command deck.” Perhaps poorly named, it was a half-dome-shaped room that likely had not been the original bridge, but had become it, having been filled nearly to the brim with all manner of extra controls for retrofitted auxiliary engines and weapons. There was certainly not enough room in here for the entire crew, but they all piled in regardless, crowding around and staring at the radio transmitter in the center of the pilots’ array.

“What’s happening?” Kian quietly whispered, craning his neck to see over the heads of the taller crew members. Luna shushed him.

“Datalog – oh, I’ve forgotten. Data- Datalog three thousand  - no…. This is – Datalog four – I mean, resident. That’s – still not right. Apologies. Resetting transmission. Stand by.” A quiet voice, reedy and full of the crackle of static and uncertainty, spilled from the speaker for several moments. As the sound cut out, an uneasy murmur began to fill the space around Kian and Luna. Everyone spoke at once, tossing around anxious questions. Who is it? What is it? Is it recent?

The commander barked an order and they quickly fell silent as the radio crackled back to life.

“Resident zero six zero five three eff, as in ‘forever.’ Given name: Endurance.” The voice was shakier this time, fighting to stay even, but far more coherent. “Vault two hundred seventy-six. Consecutive datalog entry four thousand three hundred and ninety-four. Condition report: Life support systems at a consistent four percent. Backup generator three reporting intermittent power failures. Air quality is poor. Water quality is marginal. Nutritional assay of sustenance is unsurvivable.” The speaker let out a shaky sob, a whimper that almost sounded inhuman from the radio distortion. Kian tried not to flinch.

“Psychological report: I – I… don’t know what to do anymore. I guess – unsurvivable. For formality’s sake.” Another whimpering breath. “If I leave the Vault it won’t let me back in, even if the power somehow stays on and the air stays clean, which it won’t, but – there’s. There’s nothing left for me here. Asha died – index reference, sorry, sorry, uh – the, the laboratory rat, see- datalog three thousand nine hundred ninety...one?” The speaker cleared their throat. “Asha died this morning. I haven’t seen another human in – in I don’t know how long. The databases are down, everything’s in power saving, and I – I… I think I’m going mad.”

“Please help me. If you’re – If you’re even out there. God, or future aliens, or – whoever you are. Please.“

“…This is my last datalog entry. I’m putting the systems in powersaving mode after this. I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.”

“If you’re receiving this too late, know that – know that you tried, and it’s okay, and – and I forgive you. I think – I think I speak for everyone on Earth, now.” A chuckle hollower than a mined-out asteroid. “We forgive you. We’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

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How I got my (ex) friend thrown out of college

TL;DR at the end of the post.

So the story begins with me being 17 years old, fresh out of high school and in college. I meet a guy who looked really nice and came to sit next to me in our first class. He told me that he had already done his first year, but due to some mental health issues decided to resit because his grades were terrible. All fine with me, we hit it off and I was feeling quite happy because I was 17 and living on my own. I had some friends from high school who went to the same college, but they were very quick in getting their own social lives going and didn't have much time to hang out anymore. So I had finally found a friend. The year goes by pretty smoothly, I pass most of my classes (f you English Literature) and I move on to my second year.

Friend (let's call him C for now) does as well. So I'm all happy that we get to move into the second year together and I thought that was that. Over the summer break I texted him a lot and asked him to hang out, but he told me he was very busy with his job saving up for the new year of college. So I just let him be.

Next year rolls around and I don't see him anywhere. He doesn't show up to classes, he doesn't answer my texts, I was afraid something had happened to him. Eventually he texted back, telling me that he was incredibly busy with his job. He asked me if I still wanted to work on our projects together and I happily agreed.

C would never come to the first tries of tests and he was always late with handing in his work. The only things he handed in on time were the projects he worked on together with me. Mostly because he would text me that he couldn't make it and then I'd do his part. Now being the naive, now 18 year old, that I was I did all of that.

He would constantly ask me for the work I handed in on individual projects, saying that he 'just needed to see how I did it because he didn't know how to start'. Sure thing, here you go man. That was until one day I failed a class on my first try and that meant I had to go up for the resit. So I look at my feedback and edit my essay.

Insert text from C if I could please send him my work so he could have a look at it. I obliged and told him that I had failed the class to, so he should be careful when reading it because it wasn't great. I even told him the pointers that my professor gave me to make sure that he understood what parts were wrong. A couple of weeks go by and C send me an angry texts saying that he had failed his essay. I asked him what his feedback was and asked if I could see his work as well so that we could look at it together, since I had passed my resit. He didn't want to do that and for some weird reason this didn't sit well with me. I was always told by my family that I should always trust my gut feeling and something was off.

So I decided that I was going to find out more about this. So the next period I decided to not take up my first try for an essay, but instead waiting to do the resit with some lame excuse towards my professor like: I forgot the due date and I missed it because of that, sorry I'll hand it in on time for the resit. Because I had such a good relationship with my professors (always showing up, being active in class, doing homework etc.) they had no problem reviewing my work before the due date to give me some pointers to make sure I'd pass the resit. So I knew that I was going to be okay. Of course, insert C text message saying: Hey can you send me your work because I am working on it and I don't understand it one bit. I've done the first two assignments but I can't figure out the 3rd one. I tell him that I hadn't started on it either but offered to work together. He declined but wished me luck. The next day I send him a text, claiming that I was at my parents' house and that I forgot to bring the assignment. I asked him if he knew what the third assignment was. He texts me back saying the following: I don't know, I haven't started it yet.

And this is where it clicked, how could he ask me for help, claiming he didn't understand the third assignment if he hadn't started yet... Again the gut feeling was telling me something was wrong. Now just to explain, my school has this thing where you can go in and ask for your work to see why you failed it and to see if the professor had maybe made a mistake grading. This was also the case for that essay that I had failed before, which I had sent to C and for which he failed. So I went in and asked to see C's work, knowing well that he wouldn't go in that day, because he never did. The professor was reluctant at first, but I told him that C had asked me to take a picture of his work and feedback so that he could learn from it. Basically lying my way through and finally getting to see his work. I took some pictures, thanked the professor and left. Upon coming home I looked at the pictures and basically saw my own work staring me in the face. Only some images and some sourcing had changed. Some of the sentences were remodeled but it very clear that this was pretty much the same work. I was LIVID. I had worked my ass of for two years to try and help him and to make sure that he would pass courses. I felt so bad for him because he was struggling with his metal health (my mom was severely depressed so I felt sorry for him), but this was basically stealing.

So I decided to write an anonymous letter to the exam committee basically accusing C of fraud. I hadn't told him that I was doing any of this of course. I didn't hear too much at first, but after about six weeks I get a text from C. He was panicking and panicking HARD. He told me that he had gotten a letter from the exam committee basically accusing him of fraud. I asked him, so what does that mean? He said that he would have to come in for a hearing and if they did find him guilty of fraud he could be sent away from college. I found that a bit of a harsh punishment, but I played along with being a concerned fellow-student and 'friend'.

Cut to about a week later when I'm sitting in class and the topic of fraud comes by. I ask my professor what the punishment for fraud is. Well he said, if they find you guilty of fraud the first time, they'll exclude you from taking any exams for a year, so basically you'd have to resit a whole year. But if they find you guilty another time after that they will pretty much send you away and you won't be able to come back.

Again this gut feeling kept growing bigger and bigger. So, as a concerned friend, I went over to our student mentor, the professor who had to guide my specific class, and told him I was concerned about C's mental health state. Our mentor was obviously confused as he said that C had never told him that he had mental health issues. I asked him, well isn't that why he failed his first year. My mentor said no, he had failed his first year because he got caught for fraud.

And that's where it clicked. C had been lying to me the entire time. He got caught for fraud, got excluded for all of his exams, had to redo the year and then decided to commit fraud again, but he just tried harder this time.

Obviously he didn't make it through his hearing and he got sent away. Turns out that in this hearing they showed him all of his own work compared to that of mine. C pretty much knew that I was the one who ratted him out, but I swore to him that I didn't do it as the innocent little angel I am. He got sent away from college and I never heard from him again.

TL;DR: My 'friend' lied about the reason why he had to do his first year in college. He said he had mental health issues, but he actually had committed fraud in the first year and got caught meaning he was excluded from taking exams for a year basically having to resit his entire year. He would never take the first try on exams and then ask me to send over my made (and passed) work so that he could have a look at it and use it as a frame for his own work. He just edited it slightly and handed it in, never getting caught until I caught this guy in a lie. I sent an anonymous letter to the exam committee and he got caught for fraud again and sent away from the school.

(source) story by (/u/EmotionalDratini)

#prorevenge #by /u/EmotionalDratini #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

[lunanight2012]

A Tale as Old as Time? Pt 4

Yep, got this part done early! I’m very proud of myself!

Anyways, enjoy!

Warning: mentions of self harm, death, mentions of possible suicide.

~~~~~~3rd person POV~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks ago Luna was brought back to the school. Two weeks and she stabilized but hasn't woken up.

Harry was told that she was in a coma. He was devastated, he spent three days locked up in their room with Gil and Uma being the only two people allowed to enter, (well and Chad). By day four he was starting to revert back into his old thieving days. He was threatening people and pick pocketing others. 

Not even Gil and Uma were doing that anymore. Two weeks before Harry got new information on Luna.

"What?!?" He all but growled.

"Her soul isn't in her body. But she's not dead. Her soul has been captured. It appears that the branding on her back was enchanted with a spell that activated once the original spell disappeared." The head nurse explained.

Harry walked over to Luna's bedside. She looked more like sleeping beauty, with the harry hook plush in her arms. He gently moved a strand of her hair out of her eyes.

"Don't worry Love. I'll bring you back." Harry whispered, kissing her forehead before he grabbed his hook and headed to his room. 

Changing his outfit, Gil noticed all the fresh cuts. "You know, Luna isn't going to be too happy when she sees what you've been doing to yourself." Gil stated from his bed.

"I will worry about that after I get her soul back. Come on. Your comin too, we gotta go get the girls." Harry stated changing into his pirate's garb.

Mal, Ben, Gil, Uma, Harry, Evie, Jay, and Carlos all made their way towards the Isle. Stopping at the Auradon side of the bridge.

"Hold up. I'm gunna do a Dragon-fly over." Mal stated before purple smoke surrounded her as she transformed into a dragon.

She took off flying over the Isle. After 10 minutes of flying she detransformed and landed in Ben's arms.

"I saw him. But that's not possible." Mal stated once on her feet.

"No it is. That man was stubborn, is stubborn. I'm going to make sure he stays dead this time." Harry stated, running the inner curve of his hook along his sword's blade.

"Let's go then. We don't have time to waste. We need to get Luna's soul back." Mal stated as the group headed down the bridge towards the Isle.

Harry clenched his hook, pissed at his father for many reasons. Hurting Luna, kidnapping her, surviving, and kidnapping her soul. He was going to make sure his father stayed dead this time, no matter what. 

Uma frowned at Harry. Hoarry, you ok? You better not do anything reckless. I don't wanna be the one to tell Luna that you died getting her soul back from your father." Uma stated, seriousness in her voice. "I know you've been 'playing' with the tip of your hook but I don't want to be the one that has to deal with the side effects of you dying."

Harry nodded as they got to the tunnel. "Everyone ready?"

Everyone nodded, and thus the group headed through the tunnel that lead to the dock where the Jolly Roger sat.

Once the teens exited the tunnel, a maniacal laughter sounded throughout the dock. 

"WeLcOmE yOuNg OnEs~~~!" A maniacal voice stated. 

Everyone turned their heads towards the abandoned ship. Stepping into view was Captain Hook, but his hair was a disaster, his clothes disheveled, and he held Ursula's shell necklace which glowed brightly. 

"YoU fInAlLy ArRiVeD~~~!" He exclaimed with a maniacal chuckle.

"Give me back her soul you rat bastard!" Harry shouted as he walked down the dock till he reached the bridge that lead to the dock.

"NoW wHy WoUlD i Do ThAt~~?" Captain Hook questioned, tilting his head in an almost unnatural way.

Uma placed her hand on Harry's shoulder. "Something's not right, the dock is too quiet." Uma stated, grabbing her sword.

The group followed in suit. harry kept his eyes on his father. 

"Bring it on old man! I'm not afraid of you anymore!" Harry exclaimed, his accent thick.

"Oh ReAlLy~? We ShAlL sEe AbOuT tHaT~~!" Captain Hook laughed maniacally as a giant octopus breached out of the water.

"The kraken!!" Jay exclaimed.

"No, it's Ursula!" Mal and Uma exclaimed in unison.

The two looked at each other and nodded. "We'll handle Ursula, you guys take care of him and his goons." Mal stated as she transformed into a dragon and Uma dove into the water and transformed. 

Harry never broke eye contact with his father, not that he thinks of that man as his father. He ran towards him sword ready to fight.

Hook met Harry's attack full on. The two fought it out. Harry managed to steal the shell necklace from Hook. Taking a few steps back he put the necklace on, gasping a bit he began fighting again.

~~~~~~~~~Luna's POV~~~~~~~

Where am I? What happened? Huh?

I was fighting Hook? That's not possible…. Wait that's not my arm.

'Harry?' 

The arm stuttered for a second. I watched Hook get a bit further away.

'Luna????' A new voice sounded.

'Harry?? Is that you? W-where am I?' 

'I believe your in me head, love.' Harry thought back.

'Watch out! Hook's running at us!' I exclaimed, causing Harry to block his father's attack.

'Harry fuckin Hook, you better win!' I exclaimed.

~~~~~~3rd person POV~~~~~~~~

Harry smirked as he began to fight with all his might against his father. The group fought for what felt like hours before Harry finally managed to plunge his sword into his father's heart.

Mal and Uma had turned Ursula into crocodile food, and the rest of the gang had finished off the goons. Harry was grateful that Smee wasn't around, he knew Smee was a good guy.

The group met back up at the docks. 

"So did you get her soul back?" Uma asked.

"Ye, it's in here," Harry gestured to the necklace, "and she's in here." He pointed to his head.

"What?" The group questioned.

That's when Harry made the most girly giggle ever.

"Hi guys! Oh wow, this feels weird. Never thought I'd become my boyfriend, literally!" Luna said through Harry.

Everyone blinked then hugged Harry.

"Luna you're ok!"

"Girl we missed ya so much!"

""Let me breathe!!' Luna exclaimed with a chuckle, her voice taking on a bit of Harry's accent.

The group released her. "So is anyone gunna explain what's going on? Why am I in Harry's body, and why does my chest hurt so much, oh hey~~!" Luna smiled, holding up Harry's Hook. 

"Luna, we will explain everything once we get you back into your own body." Mal explained with a smile.

"Ok, imma go back inside and let Harry take over." Luna stated, closing Harry's eyes.

Suddenly Harry's eyes reopened and he groaned. "Yea thats hard to do." He groaned rubbing his head.

"Come on lover boy, let's get your girl back to her body." Uma chuckled.

The group headed back to Auradon, where Fairy Godmother, Ben, and Chad were all waiting for them.

Harry groaned and suddenly Luna was present, running to Chad and hugging him. 

"Chad!"

Chad was stick straight, confused.

"What happened to Harry?" Ben asked, wrapping his arms around his fiance.

"That is Luna. Her soul is in Ursula's necklace, and somehow she's able to talk through Harry." Mal explained as she leaned into her fiance.

"Lu? Why are you inside of Harry??" Chad asked, worried.

"Not sure, no one will explain anything." Luna pouted.

"Luna my dear, I think it's time to give Harry his body back." Fairy Godmother stated with a smile.

Luna sighed, releasing her brother and stepping back she closed her eyes.

Harry groaned as he came back. "I love her but she needs to stop that." Harry groaned, rubbing his temples, one with his hand, the other with the curve of his hook.

"Come on young ones, let's go." 

The group followed Fair Godmother to the infirmary, where Luna was asleep.

Once there Luna peeked at herself through Harry's eyes.

'..... I don't see what you see in me Harry….. I'm ugly…..' Luna thought, sadness in her tone.

Harry frowned as he gently moved a strand of her hair that was in her face.

'Yer the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on, Love. Don't you ever think differently.' Harry thought back with a smile.

"Alright, so we need to get her soul out of the necklace and into her body. But how??" Uma questioned out loud.

"Fairy Godmother do you know of a way?" Carlos asked, all eyes now on her.

"Hmmm, I don't have my wand so I cannot perform any spells but Mal why don't you give it a good old Bibbidi bobbidi boo!" Fairy Godmother winked.

Mal nodded as Ben stepped back, holding out her hands, her eyes glowed a brilliant green. Harry reluctantly removed the necklace, causing Luna's soul to leave him.

"Let this soul and body reunite, to let these lovers unite!" Mal enchanted as a light came out of the shell and went inside Luna's chest.

Mal's eyes darkened as Luna sat up, eyes shot open.

~~~~~~~~~~~Luna's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I looked around the room, confused. How did I get back to Auradon? Last thing I remembered was being in my bedroom with Harry in Charming Castle.

"W-What's g-going o-on" I stuttered out, my throat feeling dry and scratchy.

Harry immediately got me a cup of water, handing it to me. I downed it.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Fairy Godmother asked me.

"I was at Charmington castle in my bedroom, it was night time, and I had my recurring nightmare, I got up and played with Harry's Hook and…. Now I'm here." I explained.

I looked over at Harry, frowning, I pulled him down so he was at my eye level. Placing my hands on either side of his face I examined it.

"Harry Hook, why do you have scars on your face? And why do you look like you haven't slept in a long time?" I asked him, seriousness dripping in my voice.

Harry frowned but leaned into my touch. "Love, ye have been asleep for two weeks. Ye almost died in my arms. That drove me mad not getting to hold ye in my arms. Ye are my rock. My stable ground here in Auradon." Harry explained, tears streaming down his face.

Shock filled my expression, before fondness took over. I gently wiped away his tears.

"My sweet pirate. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain. But I'm back, and I have no plans to leave you, ever. Because I love you Harry. I love you so much. And it pains me to see you hurting yourself." I stated, leaning towards him so our foreheads touched.

"We'll give you two a moment alone together." Fairy Godmother smiled, getting everyone else out of the room, leaving me and Harry alone.

"Harry, what else happened?" I asked once I was sure everyone was gone.

"It took me two weeks to figure out your soul was in my father's possession." Harry spoke, anger hinting in his voice.

"Of course it was him….. I never told you about my recurring nightmare, your father was in it, every night I would go to sleep and he would be there on his ship, telling me that I would go to his soon. I-I've had this nightmare since you rescued me from him the first time. The mark on my back was cursed." I rambled on in explanation.

"W-what?" Harry stuttered, listening to my story.

"I learned that after a week of the nightmare. It made sense as to why the mark wouldn't heal ...wait is he??" I asked, shaking a little.

"He's dead. Actually dead. I made sure of that. Uma and Mal took care of Ursula too." Harry explained gently taking my hand in his.

"Good." I stated as my shaking stopped. 

"Alright missy. I need to see one more thing. Create a fire in your hand." Harry stated.

I nodded and held up my gloved hand and a light blue flame appeared, but this time it was adjourned with a tint of red. I blinked before looking at Harry and smiling.

"It's blue and red! Our colors!" I giggled, putting out the fire.

My stomach growled loudly at that, causing me to blush.

"Come on my love. Let's get some food in you." Harry chuckled, picking me up bridal style, causing me to have a giggle fit.

Laying my head on his chest I smiled.

"I love you my pirate!" I smiled.

"I love you my Cindy!" Harry responded, kissing the top of my head.

Don’t worry, this story isn’t over. Not even close ;)

#a tale as old as time #cindy luna charming #harry hook #harry hook x oc #harry hook imagine #harry hook fanfic #tw death #tw mentions of self harm #tw mentions of possible suicide #descendants

[leejeongz]

Stray kids reaction to their s/o’s ex

🤗idk if this is what you wanted but I wrote this anyway so I hope you enjoy, sorry🤗

Bang Chan:

A night out is just what you needed. Work was very stressful these days and the deadlines were closer than you ever thought so one night away from all that really would help (even though you knew it wouldn't). You got all glammed up and chan did too. As a little present, chan brought you some new perfume so you decided to wear it tonight.

“Let’s roll baby you look HOTTTT” he shouted getting into the taxi. Soon enough you reached the club. VIP admittance of course, Chan couldn't be bothered to wait in line... ever. You sat down in the modern egg chairs while chan brought you some drinks.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice asked you while you spun around to see who it was.

“Oh I didn’t know they allowed rats in the VIP area” you snapped, turning back around to see chan stood with two drinks.

“Y/n? Who’s that? Do you guys know each other?” he asked flicking his head up in your ex’s direction.

“You smell really nice, honey” your ex said leaning down placing his head on your neck.

“Yeah it’s the perfume I brought them so how about you run along and go spoil your s/o, oh wait you can’t get one for yourself that's why you have to unsuccessfully try and steal other people’s” Chan said with a stern look on his face. He put down the drinks, grabbed your hand, pulled you out of the chair and kissed you passionately right in front of your ex. All your ex could do was drink your drinks out of spite. 

Woojin:

Yours and Woojin’s hand felt perfect in each others. Neither of you had any objections when it came to showing each other off in public. You were just going on a nice afternoon walk when you saw the “new parenting group”  coming out of the community centre across the road. You know your ex had recently become a father but never in a million years did you expect him and his new girlfriend to join that group, far too mature and sensible for them you guessed.

“Y/n, you haven’t congratulated us yet!” Your ex shouted dragging his girlfriend across the road. “Aw look you’re holding hands, only another 700 years till you ever progress to actually looking into his eyes. Remember when we didn’t kiss for what the first year?”

Woojin’s hand never left yours. He began to speak for you. “Just because we are in a relationship doesn’t mean we have to have sex every night, and pop out children after 3 days” Woojin didn’t hold back. You’d never seen him like this before, especially when he firmly pulled you away from the speechless pair.

Lee Know:

He staggered his way over to you in the street, his usual way of walking.

“Y/n you know that guy?” Minho laughed. You shook your head even though you knew him far too well. “He’s coming this way, shit I think he might want to buy some drugs or something.”

“Hey babe long time no see” your ex slurred out, he’d clearly been drinking but that wasn’t your problem anymore.

“Erm babe?” Minho quoted, a puzzled look becoming more and more apparent on his face.

“Ohhh you must be the new guy, be careful with her, the first sight of fun and she’s out” your ex explained putting his hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder. You’d told him of this ex many times. How he was really into partying and doing drugs and that reallllly wasn’t your style.

Minho shrugged off his hand and put his own arm over your shoulder.

“That’s cute you think illegal activity is fun, how about you get your life together before you start ruining everyone else’s” Minho’s voice got louder with every word, almost like he was going to cry. That’s when you knew Minho was the one.

“Come on babe” he strutted away with you securely under his arm leaving your ex with nothing but the bottle of cheap vodka in his hands.

Changbin:

Well parties weren’t usually where you and Changbin would be but you couldn’t really say no to Jisung. He’d been planning it for months and most of the other members had gone home during their break. Changbin said it would be you two and a few of Jisung’s old friends that he didn’t know. You and Changbin walked in hand in hand to the dorms as if Changbin didn’t live there and wasn’t there just 20 minutes ago before Jisung told him to go to make him look more popular by looking like a couple of his friends. You spotted Jisung and pulled Changbin towards him to go and say happy birthday for the 73rd time today.

“Oh y/n, that guy over there thinks you’re cute. He didn’t want me to tell you though” Jisung said pointing to your ex.

“That prick” you muttered catching Changbins attention.

“Listen here” Changbin announced, edging closer to your ex with his fist in a threatening position. “Speak like that about my s/o again and you’ll be 6ft under” Jisung tried to pull him back. “Get out of my house before you regret it” and with that your ex left leaving Changbin kind of ashamed but happy that he stood up for you for the first time. 

Even if Changbin didn’t know it was your ex, he still felt he should stand up for you, even if his reaction could have been seen as excessive or whatever. 

Hyunjin:

As if it wasn’t annoying enough to have to deal with disgusting stays hating on you for being in a relationship with Hyunjin, you now had to deal with your ex who had recently become a jyp trainee. He was always at the building and seemed to have grown quite close to stray kids, excluding Hyunjin who knew exactly who he was. One evening you went over to your boyfriend’s dorm to watch a movie with his friends.

“Oh you’re here” you said rolling your eyes as you spotted your ex making some popcorn in the kitchen.

“Yeah like the good old days! We even used to cuddle on your parents black leather sofa” he laughed pointing at the pretty much identical sofa in the living room of the dorms.

“Well that won’t be happening tonight, pal” Hyunjin intervened “y/n put your shoes on Babe, we’re going out”

Saying no clearly wasn’t an option and as soon as you left the house Hyunjin started to apologise.

“He’s practically indoctrinated the others, I’m so sorry, I did tell them not to invite him! They just wouldn’t listen to me! At least you’re out now though, don’t let him get to you, especially when I’m here”

Han:

Was your ex obsessed with you? Maybe.

Every time you posted a picture of you and Jisung he’d message you saying you look cute, like he didn’t even see Jisung besides you.

You didn’t want to block him and cause unnecessary drama so you decided just to disallow messages from him. The next post, a picture of yours and Jisung’s hands tightly in each other’s showing off your matching couple rings, you never expected your ex to comment but he did.

“Even your hands look cute, even cuter when they are in mine”

Jisung commented back within seconds “aw I’m glad you like my hand, maybe it would look good slapping your face.”

You didn’t want to admit it after such cruel words but you felt safe even when he wasn’t with you. Your ex soon deleted the comment and Jisung messaged you multiple times asking if it was too much even though he knew you couldn’t say no. 

(this gif doesn’t go but angry jisung is no where to be seen so accept it)

Felix:

Who was this boy you were laughing with? Felix’s conversation was interrupted when he noticed you and some boy he’d never seen before laughing together with your friend.

“Ugh yeah bud that’s great I got to go” he said tapping Chan on the shoulder as he passed him abruptly. He sprinted over to you and threw his arm over your shoulder.

“I never want to see you get hurt, but if you wanna be with him then I guess it’s unavoidable ” and with that you stormed off leaving your friend and your ex.

“Hey hey babe what happened?” Felix asked running slightly to keep up with you but slowing you both down when he reached you.

“Her, him that what’s happened. That guy he’s my ex, the one that cheated on me with my own sister. And now my friend is wanting to be in a relationship with him. I’m not angry at her, but I know he’s gonna hurt her and I’ve told her so many times and she hasn’t listened”

Felix embraced you tightly, he didn’t care that you were in public.

“But wait, why were you laughing?” Felix asked pulling back from the hug.

“It was a fake laugh Felix, you need to learn how to do that babe” you joked, he’d cheered you up without either of you even realising it.

Seungmin:

Sluggishly typing away in your school’s technology room, you and Seungmin sat silently while finishing your homework when suddenly the door swung open. You paid no attention to the student who had made his way over to you and sat on the table next to you.

“Ah some things never change do they” the boy said, sighing while watching you work. “Still the nerd of the school with one friend it seems” he said throwing himself off the table onto his feet.

You looked up to see the arrogant boy to be your ex.

“Sorry who are you, and why does it matter?” Seungmin questioned viciously much like he hadn’t thought before he spoke.

“Oh I’m y/n’s ex, I made her cool for a month but she wasn’t fit for it so... I dumped her” he seemed proud of what he was saying which angered Seungmin more.

“You think you’re cool huh? So tell me why you’re in here... alone, two hours after school has ended. If I didn’t know any better maybe you’re the freakish one in constant need of human interaction” Seungmin snapped “so you came in here to talk to MY s/o since you don’t have one for yourself. Nice going” he hit print on his work almost breaking the mouse as he did so. 

(this is the meanest gif I could find of satan himself wth)

I.N:

He peeked over your shoulder as you stared down at the message you just received.

“I see my replacement is a pretty boy” it read. You thought you blocked your ex’s number but he probably got a new phone, that was the only explanation.

“Who’s that” Jeongin asked as he looked from the phone to you and back down to the phone again.

You realised there was no point in lying.

“It’s my ex, he’s really not that nice, he never was”

Just as you finished your sentence your phone beeped again.

“You know I’ll always love you, I’d love you better than he would.”

“Just block him for now y/n, just give me a second”

Jeongin left the room to grab his own phone.  Soon enough he was calling your ex with a no caller id saying that it was his maths teacher that he had just text that message to just to mess with him.  yeah it was funny at the time but your ex never did it again. 

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

[unknownartist-evenirxaneis]

I know I haven’t been around in a long time but I just need some place to rant that isn’t going to be seen by judgey people on my Facebook.

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(Very sorry if the break didn’t work, I’m on mobile and don’t know how to do the thing without having to pull out a computer.)

So, it’s pretty established now that I fall somewhere on the asexual spectrum. Romantically, I really don’t care about gender; if I’m not getting my rocks off why should I care what you identify as in terms of building a romantic relationship? I know some people might have qualms with that but point is I don’t care about that, what I care about is whether I feel that connection/compatibility.

Recently with pride month I’ve actually seen a bit of asexual support, which is incredibly validating for me, realizing I’m not alone in the way I feel. It really takes a lot of reminding though that I’m not broken, because it really feels like it. So many of my peers around me are already happily married, and I just feel stuck in place.

I mean, I hate to be the one to say my challenges are worse than others, because I know I have a good bit of privledge. But the circumstances around me really are a bit harder than some others.

For those who may not know, I’m in the military. I’m happy with my job, no qualms. But the military is... a beast of its own. Sure, there’s plenty of people in the lgbt+ comminity here, both open and closeted. Issues come in places I think some people wouldn’t immediately think about.

First of all, I’m living in a foreign country. I’m trying to learn the language a bit here, but I’m honestly terrible at languages. I studied Spanish for years and never got the hang of it. And for those who say that “immersion helps!”, I don’t really have a lot of time to immerse myself. During the week I’m incredibly busy. On the weekends I need to recharge, I can handle being out and about shopping or maybe hanging out, but I can’t handle organized activity like clubs or something to get me involved with locals. Basically, if I want to meet someone here, I’m already a step behind because I can’t meet them on their own turf, I just feel bad expecting them step down to me, while I’m desperately trying to google translate and make myself seem at least not a total ignorant ass.

So why not look around the other Americans? Well, the military is very limited. For one thing, there’s just not that many people in the military. Think of this: 1% of Americans are in the military. Now from there, I’m on a foreign post, so maybe, let’s say, 1% of those people are in my area. Then, remove a good 98-99% of the people remaining because I can’t date outside my rank. Now consider that of those military that are here, in my rank, probably 50-75% are married by now. Of those remaining who are single, let’s say a very optimistic 10 currently on my post are even not going to instantly put me in the “weirdo” bin because I’m not a gym rat and would rather be at comic con. Of those 10, I still may not encounter any of them, because by nature, people at my level are scattered and very busy (Comic con is in about 2 weeks and there’s a high chance that of those of us going, I will be the only there of my rank). Now, let’s say I do encounter one of those 10. Just because they don’t instantlh write me off for crazy doesn’t mean we’ll be instant friends. It might be a one time encounter and we never cross paths again. We might understand each other, but not click. Okay, so even if I do make friends, there’s still the chance that 1. We won’t be romantically compatible 2. They won’t have interest in my gender 3. If they are interested in me, they may not be able to accept the asexual thing

Now, I know what some of you might think! The internet is a big place, I could meet someone here! Well... I’m not sure I’m ready for the distance thing again. Not that the last ended poorly, but it just... I don’t think I’m good at it. I judge myself for being a bad partner, I just lack the kind of closeness that I crave, and I’m already bad at maintaining virtual friendships, lord knows I’d probably accidentally ghost them for no other reason than I have nothing to talk about because I’m a boring person, and when I do talk about me I just feel like I’m making conversations too much about me... okay so that last one applies in person too, but basically it just stops me from talking to them even more, and thus shit falls apart. This is all on top of the reliance that I even find someone I’m interested in online. I’m not part of many communities anymore, if you’re reading this even you probably know I haven’t touched tumblr in a long time, and honestly my time wasted away on YouTube instead of finding new fandoms and interests.

And on top of that I have horrid social anxiety. I’m an ambivert who leans very mildly extrovert, so I have this tendency to take advantage of social interaction, then regret it later because I tend to over share and accidentally focus too much on me. I talked to a couple people today for a mandatory social event, and I’m still dwelling on how much I redirected things to me. I really did make an active attempt to talk about them, but it all flew out the window quickly after, and now I feel like an ass. So cool, let’s say I go out to a cafe, meet a nice person who’s chill with me being an ignorant American. Assuming I don’t drive them away, I probably will immediately assume I did and they were too nice to show it.

I’ve thought about getting involved in club culture, because alcohol loosens me up, but... it’s just such not an asexual thing? I’m afraid that I’d get the wrong kind of attention.

And the cream on the cake is that I’ve had body image issues recently. I’ve gained significant weight since high school and college, and not good weight. I’m terrible at diets, plus I’m living out of a hotel right now. But basically, my self image is hot garbage.

So... all this to say I feel like I’m caught in this corner of being lonely but afraid and nearly unable to reach out. Despite all the affirmation of my asexuality recently, I’ve questioned myself a lot. I’ve never had sex, and while I logically know that that’s not a qualified to know I’m ace, I’ve really considered forcing myself to be something I’m not for the sake of being more “normal”. And that scares me. Because it’s not that I WANT to try it, it’s that I feel so trapped that I feel like I HAVE to try it. The ace affirmation right now really does reaffirm me, and I’m so greatful for ace support, but it almost makes me feel even more trapped, because it’s making me realize that I don’t HAVE to try sex. But then what do I do? How do I find people? There’s not exactly an ace Tinder, and lord know even if there was, it’d be jack full of military fuk bois and people who are basically off limits to me. Everything feels like a rock and a hard place.

Okay, I think I’m done. I need to get sleep now, or at least try to quell the anxiety enough to rest.