#the other scientists would think i was muttering to myself but no im talking to lantis 🥰🥰🥰

[the-mushroom-faerie]

not to brag or anything but I think Atlantis would love me

#stargate #stargate atlantis #id love her back too #tell her shes so pretty and pet the computers and talk to her #the other scientists would think i was muttering to myself but no im talking to lantis 🥰🥰🥰

[warmau]

Detective!AU x NCT DREAM

renjun: *opens a powerpoint titled: why nancy drew is the best fictional detective and the hardy boys aint sh-* | other dream aus

Haechan

overzealous and flashy 

refuses to take on any case that isn’t “high-profile” 

no finding neighborhood lost pets or who stole your lunch money, haechan wants to be on a nationwide case - he wants the news to follow his every step 

“huh? what? you want me to find your stolen watch? do you not understand that your watch is not a korean national treasure and therefore who cares if it gets stolen?”

looks well put together, but his desk is a mess of papers and candy wrappers

has an ongoing rivalry with local policeman mark lee 

not that mark lee even knows about this rivalry, for the most part he’s nice to haechan but haechan is just like “im onto you markus” and mark is like ,,,,,,huh?

you’re a reporter who has (on many occasions) covered haechan’s cases

to be fair, you’re probably the only person whose on the same level of sarcastic as him 

so when he makes some kind of comment or quip you either blankly stare at him unamused or shoot one right back

your conversations are actually quite fun to watch

you’ll show up at his agency, with your camera and notepad

and he’ll be like 

“took you long enough”

“oh - were you counting down the seconds to see me?”

“in your dreams~”

“i don’t dream. anyway - tell us about this murder, who are your suspects?”

other reporters find haechan a bit hard to work with and mumble that his attitude really needs to be fixed

but you disagree - in this kind of work you have to be sort of dry-humored and unattached

but you could do without his bragging when he does indeed solve the case

like today, when you and a bunch of other reporters have gathered outside of a large building in downtown seoul

haechan standing proudly at the front with a disgruntled looking businessman in handcuffs

haechan snaps his fingers and exclaims

“only i was smart enough to guess that the company’s own treasurer was embezzling money! the police and citizens assumed it was the ceo, but - as always my wits have proved everyone wrong!”

a wave of groans passes through the reporters, but you take it as a chance to ask haechan some questions

“how did you know it was him?”

“the evidence was in his text messages with foreign advisers.”

“how did you get access to them?”

“well as you know you can call a cellphone pro-”

as haechan is answering you hear some muttering behind you, nasty and mean words sprouting up about how haechan should stop acting like he did all the work

how he probably got tipped off

you’re a journalist, so the juicier the story - the better the paycheck

but you’re not one to just smear people - and what makes it worse is that you can tell haechan heard it

but he’s answering your question - trying to focus on you

so you decide to take it upon yourself to shut the reports behind you up

you clear your throat, pulling the mic back a bit hastily - nearly elbowing the asshole behind you

“and i heard, you did, in fact, work this alone - as reported weeks ago - the police had the wrong lead?”

haechan’s eyes spark up when he realizes you’re setting him up to dispell all the festering rumors starting to spread behind your backs

he grins and nods, “yes - most journalists even said that it was uncanny for me and the police to be on such different paths. i guess you can say, i have my own genius.”

you want to roll your eyes - as haechan continues to lay it on thick about his victory

but with every word - the lesser reporters behind you crumble under their own words

when the press conference ends, the culprit is wheeled off in a cop car, and you’re left on the sidewalk - checking over your notes

you feel haechan hang his chin over your shoulder

“i thought you hated it when i bragged?”

you look a little to your side and see his beautiful, big smile

“not when you’re telling the truth.”

“oh c’mon, just admit it - you kinda like my confidence?”

he taps a hand on your shoulder and grins as you playfully jab at his cheek with your pen

but you think, maybe he is right 

confidence really does look so good on him,,,,,,,,,,,

Jaemin

tipsy, topsy, turvy - mad scientist like detective 

with an abundance of weird jokes only he understands and absolutely unexplainable solutions to headscratcher cases

if it can’t be solved, no matter how you shake it, you have to call jaemin

who enjoys not only dressing the part - i.e. ridiculous hats and oversized trench coats

as much as he enjoys getting himself in trouble while trying to solve a crime

“how did you know the criminal took this back alley detective na?!”

“well simple, i climbed on through an open window and took it myself!”

“,,,,,,,,, detective - are you admitting to trespassing?!?!”

the conundrums he finds himself far overshadow silly sherlock holmes stories

and unlike fiction, sometimes - he gets in over his head

which is where you come in

you’re a young, brand new, fresh-outta-law-school attorney

who jaemin never really hired - you just happened to be around when he needed some “legal representation”

[he had maybe, kinda, illegally ‘borrowed’ a civilians car in a chase after a notorious murderer and that ‘borrowed’ car ended up kind of ,,,,,,,,,, on fire? haha does it really matter? the murderer was caught!]

you had saved his butt from a lawsuit with a lot of buttering up and finesse

and jaemin had appointed you his “guardian angel!”

“lawyer, im your lawyer jaemin”

“same thing! now let me solve the mystery of where your halo went~”

he looooooooooves to tease you

if he can take a moment out of his day to say something flirty and fun to you - he will

regardless of the circumstances

im talking you’re in front of a judge in a courtroom and jaemin leans his lanky body over you to be like

“ooo is this a new necklace, who's giving you these gifts?~ i thought you were mine!”

the judge, the other attorneys, the guards: um do yall need a room

you, tomato red: NO

jaemin: we shall take one! :)

you end up at the scene of one of jaemin’s infamous “i caught the killer, but i had to kinda do a bad thing!” situations

you stroll in, shaking your head already

am i going to have to defend him from another angry car owner? did he forget that impersonating a police officer is against the law - again?

but instead, you find sirens of an ambulance blaring and medics 

you look around, trying to find jaemin in the crowd of uniforms 

he always sticks out, and sometimes he finds you first

but no one calls out your name 

so you ask a nearby EMT where jaemin is, and he points you to the back of an ambulance

your blood goes cold and you rush toward it, seeing a familiar long body laid out on the white gurney

“jaemin?!” 

you drop your bag - hands shaking 

“a-are you - did- did you - did you get yourself kill-”

his eyes spark open and he sits up, a bandaged cut on his cheek, but otherwise nothing else as he smiles at you 

“you’re here! did you see - i caught the stranger of daeg-”

“you scared me! for real this time!”

he stops, blinking and tilting his head, “for real?”

“what would i do if your antics actually got you kill-kill -”

you can’t even say it, tears welling up in your eyes just at the thought of having run into this ambulance to see him laying there

cold, unmoving

you can’t imagine it, your shoulders shaking now and jaemin leans out - hand on yours

“i would never be stupid enough to die without your permission, i promise.”

speechless, throwing your arms around him without really thinking about it

jaemin feels his heart swell, unsure of where to put his own hands

when someone knocks on the ambulance door

it opens, and you see the familiar grimace of the chief of police

“hello detective na, would you like to explain to your attorney why someone is accusing you of another act of thievery?”

you let go of jaemin and try to wipe back your tears, the police chief is about to say another word but you put your hand up

“my client will only answer questions after his hospital visit.”

jaemin nods from behind you, big pearly grin on his face

the police - used to this - back off for now and you turn to jaemin

“how am i going to get you out of this now?”

“you always find a way! that’s why i love you.”

Renjun

studious, scrutinizing, and some would even say a little scary

he’s got a reputation as a ‘mind breaker’, twisting and pressing criminals with his words until they crack

on the outside, he looks rather adorable - slim and always in his sunday best 

neat notebooks for notes, color-coded folders for cases

he’s a joy to work with - if you only have to work with him briefly

if you end up on a case with him for a long time, you come to realize you cannot keep up with his level of perfection

and sometimes, it does feel like he’s looking down on others for it

but he’s not, he was just trained to always see every detail through 

you find yourself at the center of a huge investigation, the cause of renjun’s obsession for the past couple of months

you aren’t even sure how you’re involved 

just that the cafe you worked at had in one way or another been a meetup between famous city mobsters

renjun stops by, like clockwork, an hour before closing - waiting and hoping that the mobsters show themselves

that he can pick up another clue, nitpick from the coffee cups and the napkins 

you don’t mind him, even if he does meddle, and never finishes the coffee you bring him

at some point, you aren’t really sure what he’s looking for anymore - because it’s been weeks 

weeks and you’re pretty sure this case was closed

you stare down at the newspaper that gets thrown at the foot of the cafe’s doorstep

you pick it up - the headlines read how the trial of those mobsters has come to an end

so why is detective renjun still always stopping by? it isn’t for the coffee - afterall he doesn’t seem to enjoy it all that much,,,,,,,,,

one day - just as he gets up to leave after spending an hour doing whatever it is he does in the corner table by the window

you stop him before he can bound out the door

“detective renjun-”

“renjun is just fine, im not on the job.”

you pause - never noticing that up close, when he’s not always nose deep in a book - he is rather handsome

“ah - well, renjun - i was just wondering,,,,,and i don’t mean to be rude! but is there a new case you’re working in the cafe or-”

he seems to catch onto what you’re asking and he straightens up a little

“you could call it that. im just doing some observation.”

“oh! on what?”

you look around, the cafe empty now that closing time is approaching in a few minutes

the loaves of bread, the muffins and coffee presses don’t seem all that worthy of observation

“on you.”

you almost don’t catch it, with the quiet voice he uses

but when your eyes meet his again, you waiver

“on - me? am i suspect in a -”

he laughs, “not everything is about solving cases to me. i just,,,,,”

for the first time he stumbles over the right words

always careful, put together, and otherwise beyond perfect - renjun wants to make sure he says the right thing

but there’s only really one thing to say.

“i just like you.”

Jeno

newbie sleuth of the local neighborhood!

don’t get him wrong, finding lost pets and hunting down the towns vandal are just as important as stopping bank robbers and kidnappers

sorta

a lot of the “cases” he solves are brought to him by local kids, holding scribbled doodles of their missing toys or from parents who just want to know WHO is blasting that music at 3 am? 

(this was fairly easy to solve, as jeno had walked down the street to the local college house and knocked - asking if there was a party last week. a tall, happy-go-lucky guy named johnny had answered - and confirmed! there was a party last week, did you hear his friend mark’s mixtape from down the block? did he dig it? did he want mark’s soundcloud link?)

really, he calls himself a detective for fun

he’s just always loved puzzles and thrillers since he was young so he thought if he ever had some free time he could,,,,,,,you know,,,,,,help figure out solutions to life’s little puzzles and thrills instead

but - low and behold - he is not ready for the puzzle that is YOU

you move into his neighborhood and on day one you get yourself into trouble

running down the block with stolen goods from the local shop, an apple between your teeth and hands full of various fruits and baked goods

the next time jeno sees you, you’re twirling three sets of keys around your fingers

for cars,,,,,,,,,,jeno is pretty sure cost way more than either you or him can even imagine

he keeps seeing you everywhere, doing this absolutely ridiculous things 

and then finally - he bumps into you when crossing the street

and minutes later he can’t find his wallet

he turns - chasing you down the block, accusing you all the way of being the towns illustrious thief 

but you just turn and shrug, emptying your pockets

“i dont have your wallet - did you check your back pocket?”

to his surprise, and utter embarrassment, that’s exactly where his wallet is

but there’s something sticking out of it now - a piece of paper

he opens it and scribbled on it are the words

‘i thought you were a detective?’

he looks up at your smile and furrows his eyebrows

“i-what does this mean?”

“well, i thought you were a detective - so why haven’t you solved the biggest mystery yet.”

he doesn’t seem to catch on, a cute look of confusion spreading across his face

“what biggest mystery?”

“well - that would be who stole your heart!”

he flusters, “m-my heart?”

“yeah! your heart! who stole it lee jeno, c’mon - you’re a detective!”

he looks beyond dumbfounded 

and then he straightens up 

you tilt your head a little, and jeno feels something in his chest flutter

oh

“you?”

“did i?”

your voice sing songs and jeno can’t be sure, but the way your eyes spark up with delight makes a feeling he can’t explain wash over him

am i going crazy, or did they just figure out i had a crush on them before i did?!?

Chenle & Jisung

ones fearless but clumsy, the other is easily terrified and somehow,,,,,,,even more clumsy

but hey they’re just best friends who decided that instead of going to the academy 

they’d just start their own private investigation business

too bad none of them really understand how to run a business, so the only way they’re kept afloat is by tireless accountant mark lee’s efforts

either way, they both bring strengths to their problem solving

chenle will take on ANY case, ANY place, ANY time

and would probably fall down a trapdoor 

while jisung is slightly more reserved about stepping into old, haunted houses or listening to tall tales from random people on the street

though he would also fall down a trapdoor

and although other people wouldn't take on cases that involve the paranormal 

and jisung is not a big fan  

when you come to the agency with a request about a presumed ghost encounter

chenle insists you came to the right place, jisung looks a little pale

and thats how you end up beside both of them - the dead of the night - in front of your old middle school

chenle asks if you’re a teacher here now, but you shake your head - actually you were just visiting because it had been the yearly reunion in honor of a young boy who had died tragically at the school when you were a student

“creepy!” chenle says, eyes sparkling

“creepy,,,,,,,” jisung agrees, swallowing

the three of you venture inside, you’d managed to convince an old teacher for the keys, and begin down the long and dark hallway

chenle peeks into classrooms and stops to read bulletin boards

jisung just sticks shoulder to you

“so how did he die?” chenle asks and you’re about to answer

when a creaking of the floorboard takes all the attention

an outlined figure appears, face shadowed but body small - leg limping

“it’s him!” you whisper “the limp, it’s from the crash-”

you turn and look at-

chenle, who fearlessly moves toward the child

you join in behind him as jisung stays stuck in place with fear

“are you a ghost? did something about your death leave you scornful toward the school? come here, i just want to talk-”

chenle begins as you cautiously warn that being so upfront could come of rude

the child, whose face is still hidden, lifts his hand slowly and extends one finger 

chenle follows the trajectory and gasps, “he’s pointing at you!”

your blood turns cold and you want to ask - why, you hardly even knew him when you were both students here so -

but then just as chenle is about to put a hand on your shoulder, something heaves below you two and the floorboards below your feet moan

“they’re going to give!”

“wh-”

chenle’s hand takes a hold of your waist now, pushing you into him as he teeters back until he himself falls through the figure that disappears in a cloud of smoke

the floorboard where you’d been standing collapses down and you cling to the front of chenle’s jacket as you watch

“i-i think that ghost has it out for you-”

he starts, but his voice softens as he sees your shoulders trembling

for the first time, and believe me he’s seen freaked out people a lot, he stops himself mid sentence and just lets you curl up into his side

jisung’s voice is the one thing that breaks you two from the moment as he yells you guys need to get out of here. NOW.

chenle agrees, but you’re wobbly on your feet up and so he takes your hand in his and smiles

“c’mon - even im not crazy enough to provoke an angry ghost. we can solve this mystery when we’re safe.”

you nod, letting him lead you back outside where your hands never leave each other and thank god jisung doesn’t care (or is scared out of his mind) to notice

jisung, whose eyes have gone large 

“chenle don’t go near it!”

he shouts, turning his attention to you

“and if that really is the ghost we should-”

“it’s pointing at you!”

you whip your head back around to see that the figure has raised one, thin finger in your direction

your body feels rigid and you take a step back

chenle just ventures forward, asking the spirit question after question, but it ignores him

instead - in what seems like a second - the figure has moved halfway down the hall toward you and jisung

you scream and jisung can’t believe it but he realizes fast that he’s going to have to be the fearless one in this situation

instead of booking it himself, which is usually the way these things go, he grabs you and yanks you behind him

you guys make a dash for the front door, and when you turn around you can see the ghost is still dauntingly coming closer

jisung does the mistake of looking too, and just as you’re about to get to the door - the ghosts face comes to life a little in the moonlight tricking through the window

you and jisung both scream at the bloody mess - jisung tripping over his own feet as you fall right behind him

the door is still open so you two are a tumble of arms and legs as you roll out into the night air

but as you get up - you find your blow was cushioned by jisung

“so-sorr-”

“no time for apologies, ghost trying to kill you.”

you nod and both of you get up and continue running

chenle is behind you guys, but he’s laughing and shouting about how it was a GHOST - a REAL GHOST - 

you’re frankly too terrified to think about it and thats when you feel jisung’s palm squeeze yours

‘don’t be scared, we’ll get you somewhere safe.”

you feel something in your chest warm and you agree - jisung feels it too, the bashful look of embarrassment that comes over you is almost enough to make him feel like your hero

but the truth is 

he’s still very scared and protecting you is one thing, but making sure he also doesnt get caught by a vengeful ghost is also pretty high up there

and chenle’s insolent “we have to go back sometime!” is NOT helping

#this was what i wanted to finish in time for renjun day but F #nct dream scenarios #nct dream au #nct dream imagines #nct dream #haechan scenarios #renjun scenarios #jaemin scenarios #jeno scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios #sfw #jaemin au #jeno au #renjun au #chenle au #jisung au #haechan au

[im-hqlover]

Weekly Update Post.

(Okay, doing this a second time because tumblr bugged, I hope it works now.) 

Soooo, I decided that I will do an update post every week, reporting on the status of what I'm writing, along with a little spoiler of what I've already written, so, spoiler alert!

As you can see I have written a lot of things, but my problem is that somehow i can't get some of my ideas down on paper, because of that i'm writing several things at the same time, but it comes to a point that i just don't know how to unfold the story, and this is annoying me a lot. I hope you understand why I haven't posted anything recently.

Arkham Knight (AK) - Chapter 2 

Words written so far: 1473

Status: Last edition 40 days ago / Very hard written block / Hiatus / I may have to rewrite this

Spoiler:

- Baby, I'm going to have to go back to Bludhaven.

- Can I go with you? - I asked him while turning off my cell phone and paying attention to him. 

- No, you better stay here, it's safer. 

- But- 

- No, you will stay here, it is the best, and you know it. - He approaches me and I get up from the couch and stand in front of him. 

- Okay… just be careful. 

- I promise. - He takes my hand and kisses it softly, he always did that when he promised me something. - I'll be back tomorrow, okay? 

Arranged marriage/Royal AU (AM/RAU) - Chapter 4 

Words written so far: 2693 

Status: Last edition a week ago (or are there two? I don't remember)/ Writing block / Little hiatus / May I need to rewrite.

Spoiler: I had my suspicions that this was supposed to be a gift from Jason, since he was the only option for me to have left a gift on our bed, but why would he give me a gift? Maybe I was wrong and he just left it there to deliver to someone else later. 

Dinosaur Trainer (DT) - Chapter 2 

Words written so far: 5827

Status: Last edition yesterday / Little Tiny Writing Block / Thinking about what the other characters would say is a very difficult task.

Spoiler:

- Owen Grady, it's nice to meet you. - He extends his hand, I shake it too and return the smile. 

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grady. - We pulled our hands away, and again, I don't know how I didn't stutter to answer. 

- Call me Owen. - I nod, and muttered an "ok", he greeted Mr. Masrani and then the four of us sit at the round table, Simon was still sitting across from me, with Hoskins at his left side, and Owen standing between Hoskins and me. Kodi continued to lie on my left side, occasionally taking cold water from the glass bowl. 

DT - Fallen Kingdom - A new life (part 2 of Mistakes) 

Words written so far: 1230 

Status: Last edition 3 days ago / Little Written Block 

Spoiler:

- Look, Sleeping Beauty woke up. - He approached the two of us with a bag and coffee cups, I just roll my eyes at what he said and hear Maisie laugh.

- My prince charming didn't come to wake me with a kiss of true love. - I answer him by joining the game, and Owen and Maisie laugh, I try to sit up with a lot of effort, but it seems to me that I was still a little weak. 

- Wait. Maisie, can you hold this for me? - He handed her the bag and the coffees, and then put a hand on my back to help me adjust. - How are you? 

Outer Space is the Limit (OSitL) - Chapter 1 

Words written so far: 3450 

Status: Last edition 5 days ago / Little Writing Block

Spoiler:

- I am Groot! - That being on my leg raised its head looking at me with big eyes, and in a way I found it kind of cute? Okay, maybe that was weird. Peter approaches me and crouches in front of me, close to where was what it said was Groot.

- Well, it seems to me that you already knew Groot - Peter removes the small being from my leg and puts it on his shoulder, and then offers his hand which I took nervously, and then he helps me to stand again. 

- I am groot! - The little one raises its hands in the air when saying its name animatedly. 

There's an alien in my bed (TAB) - Chapter 1 

Words written so far: 4360

Status: Last edition 4 or 5 days ago / Little Writing Block 

Spoiler:

- Why the hell do you think he's gonna come because of me? - I feel my throat burn as I speak. 

- Because apparently you're the only one he really cares about. - As soon as he said, more tears fell. 

- If he really cared about me, he wouldn't have left me without telling me. - I whisper, saying it more to myself than to anyone else.  

Ideas I had but I don't know when or if I will actually write 

Passengers - Jim Preston x reader

What I have in mind: Six months after Jim Preston woke up, another hibernation capsule gave problem, y/n l/n awakens from hibernation almost 90 years before reaching Homestead II, when she woke up everything looked confused, but it got worse when she didn't see anyone there, if they were about to arrive at Homestead II, how was she the only one awake? Or she thought she was the only one awake, until she finds Jim Preston. 

Back to the Wild West (BWW)- The Magnificent Seven - Joshua Faraday x reader

What I have in mind: Y/n L/n and Marty Collins are fanatical about the Back to the Future trilogy, and when the boredom of Social Isolation due to the pandemic hits them, Marty, who is a scientist, decides that he would create a time machine, of course y/n said he was crazy to think that would be possible, but he did, but then regret knocks on his door when he makes it work, that would be a mistake, they would have to destroy it, leave no trace and not let anyone know. But y/n had other plans, she wanted to go back to the wild west, just stay a day or two to see what it was like and then come back. Marty hesitantly accepted, and so they took what was needed and y/n went back to the wild west, but she ends up getting stuck there, how would she get back to her time? What wrong could happen? 

PrattPack Imagines/Oneshots/Headcanons. 

I'm kind of stealing the idea from @im-an-octopus where she does some headcanon about some Chris Pratt's characters, and I really wanted to do something like that, but I don't know if I'm really going to do this or when I'm going to do this, but it's been on my mind for a few days now. (And maybe accept requests from them)

Characters that would include:

Peter Quill

Owen Grady

Josh Faraday

Jim Preston 

Andy Dwyer (maybe, I need to watch more Parks and Recreation to find out more about him)

Onward - Barley Lightfoot x Reader

I'm divided into three ideas, and I don’t know if I write them all or choose only one. 

First: Y/n is a mermaid, coming from a special lineage with several stories, and perhaps one of the only families that continues with her ancient traditions, so she along with her father, mother and brother ended up moving away from the rest of the family and moving to Mushroom Town, but when she finds out that her family is in danger, an unknown person says that she must find two people, a wizard and a knight, she was very confused because of this, and said that wizards no longer exist, but not long after she sees a news about Ian Lightfoot she went to find him, because she believed he was who that unknown person was talking to. Maybe this will be a long journey. What surprises await for you?

(both the second and the third would happen kind of in an AU where it happens in the real world, and everyone is human)

Second: Y/n is new to the city, and is in the penultimate year of High School, she feels out of place and alone, in the beginning some people even tried to be friends with her, but when y/n realized that they were assholes she walked away and decided it was better to be alone, who needs friends, right? Everything seemed to be going well, or at least the best possible, until school literature work needed to be done in pairs, the pairs were drawn and she ended up with Barley Lightfoot, she wasn't very comfortable with that, not because of the things she had heard about him, but because she really didn't want to do that to other people, because she was afraid that she could do something and he would end up making fun of her and she would suffer again, but things were much better than she expected and maybe that was the beginning of a new friendship? Or something else? 

Third: Y/n's younger brother got hooked by QoY, and because of that, he and his friends would go to an event that would take place in the city, where it would be kind of a rpg but with everyone acting and dressing properly instead of being on the board, with their father traveling, y/n is responsible for taking his brother there and waiting until everything is over, but maybe with some events the heart of y/n will end up being stolen by a handsome knight. 

#Arkham Knight #batman arkham knight #arkham knight x reader #arranged marriage #arranged marriage AU #ROYAL AU #Dinosaur Trainer #Fallen Kingdom #Jurassic World #Outer space is the limit! #There's an alien in my bed #Guardians of the Galaxy #Marvel #DC #Passangers #the magnificent 7 #mag7 #mag7 x reader #Back to the Wild West #PrattPack #PrattPack imagines #PrattPack Oneshots #PrattPack Headcanons #Onward #barley lightfoot #Barley Lightfoot x reader #Barley Lightfoot x you #barley lightfoot x y/n #barley lightfoot / reader #Chris Pratt Characters

[awful-roffle-archive]

Meteors dot txt

A/N: this definitely got to a point i just took the characters and setting and did my own story with it but uh. its fine. no idea if i’ll ever come back to this but?? im running out of writing spoons rn so! you get this as is with its really choppy ending :^) nothing’s been proof read by someone else but i tried my best so uh. enjoy lmao

word count: 3,420

"Today's broadcast reports there will be a meteor shower raining over Pelican Town this evening! Make sure to take an umbrella with you! Hehe." The meteorologist quips before the broadcast goes back to the news about the latest about the Gotoro Empire. Rayzan sighs and shuts the TV off, sipping at his coffee.

"What's so important about some damn meteor shower? It's... what, space rocks? Big whoop." He mutters to himself, shoving a rather... strange (to put it lightly) tasting cheese cauliflower into his mouth. It's what he gets from buying food from Joja - hopefully he wouldn't start glowing or something as a side effect. With a grunt he pushes himself off of the floor, throwing the plastic container to the side. He'd clean it up later. Probably.

He jumps as there's a rapping on the janky screen door, and he instinctively grabs his gun from behind a potted plant. Pulling the door open, he aims it directly between the other's eyes.

"What the fuck do you want." His tone is harsh and cold, and he never breaks eye contact with her.

"Oh!" Maru stumbles backwards on the porch, holding her hands up. "I'm sorry! I just- uh-" She falters over her words, clearly taken aback.

"Spit it out."

"Can you put down the gun? Please?" Maru chooses her words carefully, keeping her hands in the air.

"I thought I made it perfectly fucking clear I didn't want anyone bothering me." He moves the gun downward, but his gaze still seems to burn through her.

"Well, yes, but..."

"But you wanted to anyways, right? You decided your high-fucking-horse is more important than my privacy."

There's a long pause before Maru says anything. She just stands there, gawking at him. "I just wanted to tell you about the meteor shower tonight. Everyone's going to be gathered at the beach, if you wanted to come." She speaks simply before turning around and stepping off the porch. "Yeah. I'm aware." He slams the door, the screens rattling as he locks it. "Yoba damn everyone in this fucking town." He grumbles and hides the gun once more.

Grabbing whatever clothes he could find from his dresser, he stares at himself in the mirror. So much for keeping up appearances, huh? He takes a deep breath and runs some hair gel through his hair, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He gags and spits into a bucket of lake water. His plumbing hadn't worked for, well, what felt like months now and he wasn't about to go ask Mrs. 'Oh how are you? Where are you from? How is the farm? Do you have any family?' Robin for help any time soon.

Pulling a shirt over his head he makes his way outside, staring at his rather sad attempt at a garden. He was supposed to be a farmer and he couldn't even keep a few peppers alive, let alone an entire farm's worth. Deciding to water the crops, despite them being... well, very dead, he tosses his farming tools aside and heads into town.

---

The walk always felt long and tedious. He had looked into getting a car before, but the walk to even GET to a dealership was way out of the question, and with the only bus in town out of commission, he was pretty much stuck in town and on foot. The sun beat down on him endlessly, almost taunting him for daring to move during the summer.

As soon as he reaches town he instantly heads for Joja. The saloon wouldn't be open for another few hours, and he sure as hell wasn't going to sit in Pierre's and listen to his badgering about how the farm was doing. Instantly being hit with the a/c of Jojamart he takes a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Quite the walk, isn't it? You should take a sip of the latest JojaCola flavor! NuBerry - a delicious combination of raspberry and cranberry thrown together by our team of talented scientists! Joja is not liable for any injuries or side effects that may occur while drinking NuBerry. NuBerry - Fresh and full of smiles!" Morris spews off like a recorded advertisement, making Rayzan roll his eyes. He instead heads back towards the freezers, holding it open and just soaking in the cold as he sinks to the floor.

“Probably shouldn't stand there with it open like that.” A voice comes up from behind him, leaning over his shoulder.

“You and I both know you don't care about their electric bills.” Rayzan smirks as he looks up to see Shane leaning over him. “Unless you've suddenly had a change of heart?” He puts a hand to his heart, leaning back.

“Nah. Last I heard there was some freezer monster back there. Snatches up kids that don't know better.” Shane quips and stands up straighter. “Besides, I gotta put these in there.” He motions to a palette of frozen pizza boxes.

“Mind if I nab one of those to go?”

“Hey, if you can get it past Morris be my guest.” Shane pauses, “But if you get caught I didn't see shit.” He grins before going back to restocking the freezer.

“You underestimate me greatly.” Rayzan snatches a box off of the pile, waiting until Morris was busy doing who-knows-what until stealthily stepping out the door with it.

“Oi, watch it kid.” Pam exclaims as Rayzan runs directly into her, almost dropping his box.

“Whatever.” Rayzan grumbles and rushes past her, wondering where the hell he could keep this for the time being. There was no way he was walking all the way back home for just this. Looking around he exhales before checking his watch. 10:04 am. Fuck. What was he supposed to do for at least another two hours before the saloon opened?

He could go to the mines... but that didn't solve his pizza dilemma. He groans before staring down at the river. Maybe... No, that would make it soggy. Shit. He settles on hiding it behind a rock in the shade – at least it would stay cool there. Wiping his hands off he heads past Pierre's, only to get stopped on his way.

“Hey, Rayzan! How is the farm coming along? You know, if you need anything we-”

“Yeah, yeah. You sell seeds and shit. I'm thoroughly aware. It's the only fucking shit you sell.” Rayzan interrupts her, turning back around with his arms crossed.

“Well... Pierre and I have discussed expanding our stock recently. If you have anything you'd like to see feel free to let us know!” Caroline smiles, holding up a small basket of tomatoes. “These are freshly grown from our garden, they're rather fresh, too. We were thinking about selling these, would you like to try one?”

“...I'll pass.” Rayzan rolls his eyes, continuing up the path.

“Oh, well, I'll see you later at the meteor shower then!”

“Doubt it.” He picks up his pace, running up towards the mountains. The air always feels crisper up here, fresher. He takes a moment to breathe as he reaches Robin's house, then immediately ducks by it. There was no way he was sticking around for more pleasant conversations with the townsfolk. ESPECIALLY Robin.

---

As he ducks into the mine, Marlon looks over at him and just laughs. “What, are you planning on starting an earth quake and almost killing yourself again? Didn't have enough last time?”

“Shut up. I didn't even bring my gun this time.”

“You didn't bring your sword, either. Or a pickaxe... What exactly are you planning on doing down there?” Marlon points out, nodding towards him. “May be half-blind but even I can see that's not a good idea.”

Rayzan takes a moment to look over himself, realizing he didn't actually bring any tools. “...Fuck.” He sighs in exasperation as Marlon laughs at him.

“Get out of here kid. I'm not in the mood to rescue you again.”

“Shut up.” Rayzan repeats himself, leaving the cave with a roll of his eyes. He heads past Linus' tent with a nod of his head, shoving his hands into his pockets before heading up towards the train station. Oh how he wished he could hop on the train and get the hell out of here. Instead he pushes the door open to the spa, heading for the locker room. With any luck no one else would be there.

Unfortunately, this wasn't his lucky day. Alex sits up from the weight bench as he waves at him.

“Hey man, didn't think I'd see you up here again.” Alex grins. “That offer to spot you is still open. You know, so you don't drop your weight on your foot again. How's that doing, by the way?”

“It's fine.” Rayzan says simply, yanking at his locker door.

“You gotta pull it up first.” Alex speaks up after a few moments of Rayzan fighting with the locker.

“...I knew that.” Rayzan responds, moving the handle up before pulling it open properly.

“Oh! Uh, are you going to that... that shower tonight? Haley's dragging me along. Don't know, might be pretty cool.”

“Wasn't really planning on it. Everyone keeps asking me about it.” He grumbles and grabs a towel, heading for the showers.

“Well, it's just, basically everyone in town goes to these things. It's kind of a big deal, these festivals and all.”

“Yeah, I got that. Now, do you mind? I'm sweaty and I'm not going to wash myself off at home with lake water.”

“You don't have a shower?”

“No.”

“Why don't you-”

“I'm not asking anyone to fix my shit.” With that, Rayzan pulls the curtain to the shower shut and tosses his things down. What's with everyone in this town being so damn talkative?

---

He spends the next several hours in the pool, ignoring Penny and Alex talking about who knows what. His day is rather quiet after that, deciding to head to his usual place in the saloon – where, yes, he does get Gus to put his pizza in the freezer for him for the time being. He ends up falling asleep in one of the booths, nursing his glass of beer. He's only awaken by Shane poking him in the side.

“Wha-? Ah... Mm..” Rayzan murmurs, stretching his arms out. “Thought you'd have more courtesy than to wake a sleeping man.” He grumbles drowsily.

“Didn't want to, but otherwise it'd be Gus and I figured you didn't want that. He's locking up here to go see the meteor shower thing. Jas wanted me to go with her.” He doesn't sound very enthused about it either. “Want to go keep me company?”

“Ugh.”

“Yeah. I know.” He frowns, but steps aside as Rayzan gets up.

“Guess so.” He sighs, then looks over at Gus by the door. “Can I get my pizza after? So I'm not holding it the whole time?”

“Of course! I'll leave the door unlocked for ya.” Gus beams before heading outside, Shane and Rayzan soon following after.

“So did Morris say anything about the missing stock?” Rayzan glances over, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Hah, no not really. Don't think he even noticed you leaving. Lillian didn't either, or at least she didn't mention it.” Shane ponders as they walk the rest of the way in silence.

---

They pick a spot that's far enough away from everyone else to not be bothered, but close enough that Jas wouldn't complain to Marnie that Shane didn't show up.

“You ever seen one of these things?” Rayzan speaks up after awhile, looking up at Shane.

“Nah, I'm not really... into space stuff. There's enough to worry about on this planet, you know? Never mind worrying about whatever the hell aliens out there are getting up to.”

“Agreed.” Rayzan nods, pushing his hair up out of his face before staring up at the sky as the meteors begin raining by. Everyone is quiet other than the “oohs” and “ahhs” and other noises spoken in awe of the event. As Rayzan looks around he sees people making various wishes, Robin and Demetrius kissing, and Vincent and Jas playing astronauts off to the side. A faint smile grows on his face as he leans back, letting the sand seep between his fingers. This was nice, despite his many protests against it.

Eventually, the shower ended and the crowd started dying down as everyone went home. Shane said his goodbyes as he carried a very sleepy Jas off, and Rayzan was left alone. Rayzan sat there for a few more minutes listening to the ocean. Everything was peaceful, until a loud crash roars through the beach. The sound shakes through the town, and Rayzan jumps from his spot.

“The f-?” He suddenly wishes he had literally any weapon on him. He hesitantly makes his way over to the right hand side of the beach, staring at the smoldering pit among what used to be small tide pools. “Uh.” He mutters to himself, looking back towards Elliott's hut. No reaction. Was he already asleep? How did he NOT hear that? He shakes his head and grabs a stray stick from by the trees, poking at the object in the middle of the pit with it.

“Uh...” Rayzan repeats to himself, looking down at his hands. If he did end up burning himself Harvey wasn't asleep just yet, right? He'd probably be fine. He cautiously picks up the object, finding it to be - surprisingly - not as hot as he thought. It was fairly large, having to be held with two hands, and seemed to be glowing a soft blue aura. It's exterior was rather dark, with dull white spikes protruding out the sides. Although he tried to pull it apart it was no use – whatever it was, it was rather sturdy.

“Damn you're heavy.” Rayzan mutters as he stares at the egg-shaped object in his hands. He looks up, pondering to himself about what to do with this thing. He begins heading back up towards town, only to be interrupted by Maru.

“Oh my yoba – I could hear that crash from across TOWN! To think something actually hit the ground! And you're holding it!” Maru begins rambling off, clapping her hands together. “Can I see it? That doesn't look like any meteor I've ever heard of, but of course space is really vast and there could be plenty of different-”

“Whoa, whoa. Listen, if you want this thing take it. I don't know what to do with it.” Rayzan begins trying to hand it off, only for it to stab him in the arm. “What the fuck?”

“Oh- Oh dear, are you okay?” Maru widens her eyes, frantically trying to grab it again – only for the object to protest yet again.  Rayzan grunts in pain, nodding.

“Maybe we should... not. Do that.” He hisses as he carefully sets it down – thankfully it lets him do that – before rubbing at his wrists. “Fuck, what is that thing?”

“Well, I'm not entirely sure... It seems at least somewhat sentient though, don't you think? Exciting!” Maru grins before turning her attention back to him. “...Right, we should get you to the clinic.” She reaches down to pick it up off the floor, only for it to spray some form of mist into the air. “AH!” She exclaims as she stumbles back, holding a hand over her face. “Okay! You pick it up!”

“I'm not touching that thing again!”

“We have to at least move it somewhere no one else can get hurt.” Maru insists, rubbing at her eyes.  Rayzan grunts and picks up the foreign object, carrying it in his arms as he follows her to the clinic.

Harvey looks up from his paperwork as the door opens, raising an eyebrow. “I thought I locked... Oh, Maru, hello- Are you okay? What is- Rayzan are you bleeding?” He gets up frantically, moving around the counter.

“I'm fine, he might need stitches. Don't... touch that thing.” Maru aggressively points to the object. “I need to go wash out my eyes.” She motions vaguely in the air before walking off. Harvey blinks a few times before looking back towards Rayzan as he sets the object in a waiting room chair.

“Alright... well, let's get you sorted. I'll... call Gunther and let him know about this also.” Harvey furrows his brow, walking Rayzan back towards the examination room. “What happened, exactly?”

“I don't know. That thing fucking... Grabbed me when I tried to give it to Maru.” Rayzan hisses in pain as Harvey looks over his wounds.

“These look pretty deep – did it get you anywhere else?”

“Not that I can tell.” He shakes his head as Harvey frowns. “I feel kind of... sick, though.”

“Hopefully that's just from blood loss and it didn't inject you with anything.” Harvey notes before gathering everything necessary.

---

Rayzan wakes up in one of the hospital beds in the morning and groans as he sits up. “...So that wasn't a dream. Fuck.” He looks down at his bandaged arms with a frown. Harvey comes in with a smile, holding a clipboard close to his chest.

“Well, good news, you aren't going to die.” Harvey smiles before continuing, “You ended up passing out last night so I set you up here. As far as I could tell, there's nothing lethal in your blood stream either. Maru and Gunther are in the waiting room discussing the...” Harvey trails off for a moment, “Well, if you'd like to talk to them, you're free to. Be sure to keep those bandaged though, alright? And I wouldn't advise any excessive movement... If you need any pain killers, let me know.”

Rayzan nods, pushing himself out of the bed. “Yeah, thanks doc.” He mutters and heads into the waiting room.

“Oh! Mr. Rayzan, it's always a pleasure to see you. This is certainly an interesting specimen you've found here!” Gunther smiles as he stands up straighter.

“Yeah, and it tried to fucking kill me. Can't you take the yoba damn thing to the museum or something where I don't have to look at it?” He glares at it, crossing his arms over his chest before wincing and simply putting them down by his sides.

“Ah... I was looking into that, actually. It seems it's imprinted on you somehow and is rather territorial about it.”

“It's done what? I'm not a damn mother duck or something! If that shit turns out to be an alien I'm not taking care of it.” Rayzan protests angrily, leaning against the counter.

“If it would let me I'd take it off your hands after it hatches or... whatever it's going to do, but until then no one can touch it.” Maru frowns as she looks over at him. “I guess you could just drop it off somewhere, but there's no guarantee it still won't try to find you once it hatches...” There's a pause. “Though I'm absolutely open for helping you out with it as much as I can! Maybe we can be co-parents of it!” She laughs, though it doesn't last long as she sees Rayzan's expression. She clears her throat as she looks away. “Up to you, of course.”

“I'm probably just gonna drop the thing in the river or something. Maybe it'll float off to wherever. Or better yet, drown.”

“Mr. Rayzan, sir, if I may interrupt, I don't think that's such a good idea.” Gunther speaks up. “We don't know anything about this creature – it could be invasive to the local environment. It's better to keep it close so we can learn more about it.”

“Then you take it!” Rayzan picks up a wooden crate, then sets the object inside of it. “There. Yours now. Have fun with your murder egg.” He shoves the box into Gunther's arms and storms towards the door.

“Rayzan!” Maru shouts, but frowns as she turns back towards Gunther. “I think we're on our own here.”

Gunther nods, “It seems so...” He looks down at the object, then nods towards her. “I'll take this over to the museum for now and try to figure out what it likes... Perhaps find a sun lamp.”

Rayzan rolls his eyes as he slams the door behind him. He heads towards the saloon, grabbing his frozen pizza out of the freezer before making the journey home. He'd be glad to sleep in his own bed again.

#my writing #my ocs #rayzan #stardew valley #sdv #dont @ me i based this off a dream i had last night that wouldnt get out of my brain <3

[starrii-nights]

Firey flames

Star walks up to the tall girl in the living room. She smiled weakly as she approached her. The girl was around the same height as her but didn’t seem like the girlfriend that she knew. Something seemed off, suspicious, demonic. She placed her soft hand gently on the figure “um hi hanakins I was wondering if you would like some hot chocolate” the figure stayed there cold unresponsive “um bapy?” She poked the girl an alike an owl the figure turned screaming “WHO DARES TOUCHES ME. KIHAKI THE DEMON” a slight smoke and flame came off her. “Uhh umm... your not Hana..? Who are you..?”

“Pitiful. Always wanting that girl. I only just got hold of her body” Star backs up afraid. “YOU TOOK HER. WHERE IS SHE?!” She exclaimed at her top of her lungs. Accidentally dropping the tin plate for the drinks. It came down in a massive bang. “God calm. I kihaki am Hana. We share the same body but different looks and personalities. And who must you be AFFECTING MY HOUSE” Star faintly gulps grabbing her arm “I.. I’m Star..! Hanas girlfriend..! We have a lot in common! More than you may think!” Kihaki backs away in shock.” You think a puny human like yourself is similar to me kihaki queen of hell?! PAH I love to hear it” slight flames appeared from the small demon as she laughed and cackled. “I have a demonic side to.” Star shouts attempting to get the demon kitsunes attention.Kihaki stopped laughing and sneers “oh who is this demon..?” They said in a sky tone. Star took a small deep breath and sighed “I am Demios. You should know them right” a single tear went down her soft face as she slumped her body on a small ragged up sofa.

Kihaki froze. Like Ice. The smoke dimmed down and flames evaporated. “Why do you have connections with my demonic bride.” She says in a menacing tone her voiced sounded whispy as she sits down beside the small child who was trying not to cry. “She shares my body after an experiment gone wrong..” she says trying not to cry. The demonic kitsune sways her tails and sigh. She gets up and brings over the hot chocolate star prepped earlier. It was still hot and the cream has slightly melted. “Here take this” She handed the tears eyed star a mug and like a small child she sipped at it looking down not saying a word. Kihaki realised something was bothering her. With the Hana side influence she shuffled her body over to her and asked quietly “did I scare you..? If so I’m sorry I tend to over react..” Star looked away “it’s..ok I guess I understand..” she sipped her hot chocolate again and placed it on the side table. Kihaki sighed “have I done something to hurt you..?” She asked softly. This wasn’t normal for her but she knew for Star and for Hanas sake she would need to. “No.. but she did..” Star took off her arm out of her jumper and showed something horrific. Her arms burnt by hex fires by a demon constantly burning her alive. “Oh god..” she said as the pained star showed her back “I’m covered in them thanks to her.. the pain keeps continuing.. all thanks to my demon..”

The small and upset star had a slight faint glow around her thanks to the small halo above her hair. Hey soft blue eyes had little tears hiding within as they flow out slowly. Gently like a graceful swan. Kihaki places her cold hands on stars knee. “What caused Demios to be like this.. she hasn’t been out in ages.. no offence to you” The demon sat on edge worried about her dark star but really concerned about the brighter star. The Girl swayed her tails around then eventually wrapped herself in them. She took a faint sigh and started to speak “it all started a few years ago after the incident.. the incident which still scares me..” She picked up her lukewarm got chocolate and continued “before combining souls we were two separate beings. The pure state and the neutral state. There was another the corrupted state as well but they don’t matter at this very moment” Star sipped the lukewarm drink and continued again “ During an experiment on our behaviour something got to Demios and well she started to growl and insisted we fused. She always was against it for our own protection but something seemed off. Apparently the scientists injected some sort of corruption into her which changed how she acted.. I fought her and tried to protect myself.. but I lost.. and now me and her share bodies” she sighed getting herself into a more comfortable position “she went through so many experiments and more trauma over me..” she said starting to cry “I just.. want the pain.. the pain to stop.. it hurt kihaki these burns are killing me” she covered her face and lunges into the demon for a hug “please...help.. I want this torment to stop..”

Kihaki gently patted her on the shoulder looking around hoping to see some moral support. “Um but how can I a demon help an innocent child like yourself?” Her cold hands wrapped themselves around the crying girl hoping that it will help. “Stop her... comfort her.. anything.. please..!” She let out a deathifying scream “PLEASE.. I CANT DEAL WITH THESE BURN ANYMORE THEY ARE GETTING WORSE BY THE DAY AAAAA” she screams hoping the demon realises the pain she’s going though. “OKAY OKAY” the kitsune said panicked as she struggled to get to her feet “I’ll talk to her” Kihaki semi regretted her decision a little but if it will stop the pain of demioses host then it’s a risk to take. “For my demonic queen”

Star weakly smiled “thank you,” she muttered letting out painful tears and started to walk to the kitchen “I’ll let her free” she says scared. As she was about to walk through the door a faint cry came from the living room “Please be careful brightest star” Kihaki said softly. With a faint smile and a cry “I’ll be ok” she walked in and closed the door. There was some screaming then a massive crash “GOD DAMNIT” something said from the kitchen it didn’t sound like star something more demonic. Kihaki took a deep breath and walked toward the kitchen hesitating as she held the door. After regaining herself she walks in “Hey ba-OH GOD” as she walked in she was nearly hit by a teacup “GIRL YOU NEARLY KILLED ME” She shouts “So?” The demon who was once star slumps on a chair by a small table “What Do you want kiki” She said in a slight huff. “I heard youve been upset over th-“ Kihaki tried to explain before being interrupted “IM FINE OK” she threw another tea cup at the wall then slumped down again.

Kihaki took a step back “I know your upset but I wanna help. Your distressed and this isn’t the Demi I know so please talk to me.” after some slight hesitation the other demon spoke “You don’t know what I’m feeling plus why would you care? Us demons live off of others suffering Isn’t my suffering pleasing you?” Kihaki froze it was true both of them do enjoy others suffering but this time it was different and more painful “Those people who made you caused this? Right” Demios was shocked how did she know about it. Filled with some anger she exclaimed “WHO TOLD YOU I DEMIOS SHOULD BE THE STRONG ONE NOT THE WEAK ONE ESPECIALLY TOWARDS MY VES-“ “Your vessel told me,the brighter star she is worried about you” Demios backed up a little “When did you care about my vessel kiki Thats our main threat to hap-“ Kihaki screamed “YOUR CURSED FLAMES ARE BURNING HER ALVE. SHES SUFFERING THANKS TO YOU” Demios froze in fear. All her anger subsided into sadness “No. that’s not true.. it can’t be” she says upset a slight blue flame surrounded her. The torn wings on her back hugged her and her tails wrapped around her. She curled into a small ball. “I-I didn’t realise I was hurting her..” she faintly said to kihaki “Ok.. I’ll tell you what’s up hoping it will stop burning her my closest friend..” Kihaki jumped back a little. Her closest friend? Demios always complained about her vessel normally taking control what’s up with this change of heart?

“It all started years ago when me star and atarla were made.” The wolf demon stated “Me and star become really close since we were always paired together and because atarla was sent as a decoy. We happily played and chatted with one another until one day..” Kihaki sat down intrigued “What happened Demi?” She asked softly. “Well, things started to change.. some demonic thing offered me my soul magic and fire for a small bit of my soul I accepted it not knowing it was a rouse. That thing corrupted my soul and caused me to go insane. I became what I prevented.. I didn’t realise what I had done till I woke inside her body.. now those sudden memories coming back has caused me so much pain and it sucks...” the Young demon started to cry “I didn’t mean to hurt her.. I didn’t realise my flames were burning her alive..” she got up and ran into Kihaki’s arms “I’m sorry I’m sorry!!” They said crying “I’m the worse” They said. With some tear of her own Kihaki hugged her close “it’s ok darkest star I’ll always love you” lilac flames engulfed the couple as they weeped. Realising the time Kihaki whispers “we should sleep demi it’s getting late” with a faint nod she grabbed the other demons hand and the burning of the demonic flames have stopped. All was at peace for now until it struck again.

The end

I wanna thank @asta-is-dead for the inspiration for doing this and @hanahathefluffydragon for allowing me to use this idea

#story #story with ocs #ocs #fanfic #fiction #demon #ship #stana #kimios #oop #art #owo #uwu #idk anymore #oof #shitpost #meme #artist #i give up

[burlybanner]

Syzygy

Notes: New story. Will be putting it in installments, probably once/week. This is more or less to keep me honest with writing it. If I don’t, I won’t finish. I know me far too well. It’s a monster, probably close to NaNoWriMo levels if I’m honest. But it’s a nice monster. Note the tags.

Syzygy

Rating: M (themes/language mostly)

Pairing: Stark Spangled Banner

Special note: an AU of Infundo (post-Infundo Chronicles).

Summary:  They’d always been a triad - sun and moon, encircling a heavenly body...

***

The question was so out of the blue, so perplexing, so - fuck no, he must be losing his hearing - insane that Tony dropped the spanner. It bounced and clanged angrily across the lab's cement floor causing one bot - U - to chirp softly and pick it up. U tried returning it to its creator by repeating bumping against his leg, but Tony focused on one thing right now. One person.

"Run that by me again?"

"You heard me." Bruce Banner stared at an oil smudge between their feet. It was twisted in an odd shape, reminiscent of pancake-shaped licorice. "I don't think I need to repeat myself."

"Oh hell, no. No." Tony yanked the spanner from U's grip and tapped his shoulder with it while pacing the floor. "You don't drop a bombshell like that without giving a guy a hint. What brought this on?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, honestly."

"It looks comfortably soothing, I’m tired of running, I like who I am...and." He bit down his response, holding it between his teeth, but Tony could see Bruce mentally shifting gears - frustratingly choosing to conceal a portion of truth. A skill Bruce was, unfortunately, still good at doing.

Bruce sighed. "Maybe I'm warming up to full-on pampering from you and Steve. Do I really need to explain myself?"

"All right, fine. I...get it. Sort of." Tony paused mid-pace and gave Bruce the side-eye, but not without sauntering over to his extremely significant other while poking him in his gut (and Tony's finger sunk in a good five inches, before Bruce swatted his hand away).

Like diving into fresh dough, Tony thought wickedly.  

“Stop that.”

"Whatever. I'm just saying, you're what. Three-sixty? Three-seventy?"

"Three-ninety."

Tony tutted his tongue against his teeth, his eyes scanning Bruce from head to toe. He'd overlooked how round and jowly Bruce's cheeks had become and how much more his heavy belly wobbled over his belt like an over-inflated water balloon.

Tony slowly scraped his lower lip with his teeth and let his libido drink in Bruce's delicious form.  His fat had dissolved all his chiseled edges, smoothing them like candle wax, dimpling him in places Tony never expected to notice. Arms, legs, face, chin, chest, neck - even elbows and fingers Pillsburied up into scrumptious fat. Bruce'd blown up like a county fair attraction and Tony couldn't tell where he'd even put on the extra twenty; Bruce’s fat had settled into all his body’s spare nooks and crannies. All that lovely jiggling Jell-o. Waiting for touches, prods, tickles, and gropes—

"Earth to Tony," Bruce muttered, snapping his fingers in Tony's slackened face.

Tony snorted, pretending Bruce hadn't mesmerized him and turned him so the fuck on. Was he becoming more like Cap these days? Wouldn't doubt it. "ANY-hoo," Tony said, grabbing a rolling chair. He took inventory of Bruce more thoroughly by rolling around the scientist, taking a good 360-look while Bruce stared at his circular pattern.

"Are you trying to orbit me?"

Tony laughed. "No. Although that could be an experiment for another day." Tony poked and prodded Bruce’s flab, freely grabbing fistfuls of his favorite butterball and fluffing his ample butt cheeks.

"Tony," Bruce cautioned.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

"What are you plotting?"

"Me, plotting? Perish the thought. I'm planning, Banner. I have ideas, I have a million ideas. But we're gonna have to get Cap involved. He'll want to know."

Bruce fidgeted somewhat, which surprised Tony. Didn't seem like something Bruce would be shy about.

"So soon?"

"Well, yah, the sooner the better." Tony narrowed his eyes at him. "What's bugging you, Care Bear?"

"Nothing," Bruce said, but Tony didn't believe him. He let it slide as he rolled back to his desk.

" 'Nothing' for now, babe, but I'll challenge that declaration later." He did a quick calculation in his head and pulled up Jarvis' keyboard. "J, open a new file for me. Call it, 'Operation Supermax.' "

"Seriously?"

"Don't mock the name, Brucie Bear. It's not like I had time to come up with something better."

"New file created," Jarvis intoned, flooding the room with his soothing AI voice. "Would you like to add to it now, sir?"

Tony grinned at Bruce. "Scan Brucie for me, Jarvis. Put all his current vitals in there. Show us what we're working with."

Jarvis threw up a 3D image of Bruce‘s body and stats. “I will say, I'm quite curious, sirs."

"So‘re we, J. Especially interested in what'll happen after we tell Cap."

Bruce looked less enthused at telling Steve, but whatever. Steve was their partner; not telling him would be ridiculous. "Sure you don't wanna say why you're lookin' grim?"

"I'm not grim," Bruce stated, and Tony waggled his finger at Bruce's lie.

"Not my monkeys, not my circus. But you know Steve'll get it out of you if I can't, Pooh."

"I know."

"Easier to rip off the band-aid."

"I said I knew, didn't I?"

"Fine, fine." Tony toggled a few buttons on his keyboard. "J, call Steve down. We're gonna have a family meeting."

**

But Steve relayed a message through Jarvis saying he'd meet up after he'd finished his workout.  Bruce had grabbed five pounds' worth of snacks and wanted to wait for Steve in the media room, but Tony cajoled and wheedled him until he caved. Which was why he ended up joining Tony in the exercise room instead, ogling Steve's lifting routine.  Well, “cajoling and wheedling” wasn’t exactly right, to be fair. Watching Steve work out was a damn privilege.

"I feel like a stalker," Bruce muttered, unwrapping one of his remaining chocolate bars. He wasn't not staring, though.

"He probably knows we're here. He says he doesn't, but I think he does. I'm just obeyin' my thirst."

"Quit watching those dumb commercials." Bruce scarfed down his jumbo Snickers bar with two or three grateful grunts and gulped down his soda. And no, Bruce's Adam's Apple bobbing so deliciously up and down did not mesmerize Tony. Certainly not.

Nope.

"Mmf--and/or, get off social media. Sounds like you’re trying too hard to fit in with the cool kids."

"Heh. You can't tell me Steve doesn't like teasing us right back." Tony pointed his chin at Steve powerlifting weights rivaling Thor's class. "Look at 'im, you can't tell me he's not a thirst trap."

Bruce made a face as he tossed his wrapper and soda can in the trash. "Definitely too much social media."

Tony's eye lingered over Bruce's dwindling dragon hoard of snacks, which teased a lecherous smile from his lips. "You startin' early, or what?"

"Gotta keep up my strength."

"Mhm." Tony went into his head, thinking about how Steve'd go bonkers. In a good way. Probably in a good way. "You know Steve'll have his own ideas. You gonna let him go hog wild?"

"Oh, hardy-har." Bruce tore into a packet of mini donuts. "Yeah, okay, fine," he grunted. A smattering of donut crumbs sprayed from his full mouth before he put a hand to his lips to stop them. "You figured out why I'm apprehensive. Don't rub it in."

"I'm not tryin' to, Brucie. In fact, I think you're blowing this up way out of proportion." And don't think Tony didn't recognize the pun, even if Bruce didn't. He casually watched Bruce scrape crumbs from his shirt. "Don't you think he cares enough that h--"

"Oh, hey, fellas!"

Steve finally noticed them salivating in front of the spy window. Which was what Tony called it. Really, it was a breezeway with a window to the exercise rooms so folks could check for occupied training floors. But Tony mostly used it to indulge his naturally nosy nature.

Steve grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it around his neck while Tony bit his tongue. Making lewd comments was tempting and although Steve wouldn't have minded, Bruce would get skittish if he ramped up the tension now. And if Bruce bolted, well...kinda made what he was about to do moot.

"What's up?" Steve dabbed sweat from his forehead and plunked next to Bruce on the thirst trap bench. His cheeks reddened when he noticed the mound of opened goodies. "Is it an emergency? Fury call us in?"

"Oh, nothing like that," Tony said. He propped his feet beneath the breezeway window. "Bruce has something he wants to say."

Bruce wiped powdered sugar off his lips while swallowing thickly. "Well, not...exactly."

"Yeah, ya do, exactly," Tony said, nudging Bruce's shoulder. "Boy Scout," he said, calling to Steve. "D'you think you could steel yourself enough to not act like a kid in a candy store?"

"Tony..."

"Bruce, hon', it's all good. Steve," he started again. Poor guy already looked five kinds of confused. "It's something that'll affect the three of us but unless Bruce explains with his big boy words I'm not gonna help him."

"Traitor," Bruce huffed.

"Only way to kick you out of the nest."

"What," Steve said, finally getting a word in edgewise, "the hell. Are you two talking about?"

Bruce shot Tony a narrow look before turning to Steve. "It's...it's not enough," he began slowly. "I-I mean, we're fine," he stuttered, gesturing to each of them. "We're great. But I want. I want more. And I'm not sure how you'll take it."

"Just know," Tony interrupted, "I'm on board 100% if you are. But I'm looking at this from a scientific perspective more than--"

"I thought you said I should tell him."

"Well, you're taking too long, Banner. Cut to the chase!"

Steve held up a hand, motioning both to shut their traps. "Thank you," he said once they quieted. "Now. Bruce. Muffin." He stroked Bruce's chubby cheek and Bruce melted like butter in his hand. "Gimme the specifics. Let me decide if I'll be okay or not with whatever it is."

But Tony could see the small trembling smile on Cap's features; Steve was noticeably scared. He made a face, hoping Bruce hurried it up before causing irreparable damage.

"I want," Bruce sighed heavily. His glance went back and forth at the men in his life, then to his hands. "I'm not exactly happy at my current weight."

Steve's lips thinned. He looked like someone had taken his favorite toy away, but the expression fled before Bruce caught it.

Tony noticed, though.

"So you want to lose weight," Steve sighed. He kept his voice level but Tony detected his disappointment. "Well, I understand. It's not like we expected it forever and--"

"No," Bruce interrupted, quieter than before. He wrapped his hand around Steve's, stilling the man's jitters. "You've misunderstood. It's...ah. It's the opposite."

Steve's cheeks flared while Tony choked back laughter from Steve's startled expression.

"W-what? You wanna gain more?"

Bruce slowly nodded. "I know you've always been encouraging, and you seemed satisfied when I tapered off. But I really like it when you and Tony feed me." Bruce reached for Tony's hand and rubbed his thumb across their knuckles. "I like breakfasts in bed, lazy nights watching B movies, and eating crappy takeout. I like feeling overstuffed, and the headiness the feeling brings me. I think I've gotten as large as I can on my own. So I'll need help from you and Tony to get...um. Larger."

Steve visibly gulped. "Um. H...how much larger are we talkin'--?"

Bruce glanced Tony's way, and Tony encouraged him with a nod. "Um. To a point where I can  stay sedentary. I'm happy at home - I'm happy here. With us. I don't want to run anymore, and I want to feel grounded. Literally. So--"

"He wants to become immobile," Tony explained, butting in again. "Which is no mean feat, with his metabolism. Even with Bed, even with all the snacking and meals he gets, he's probably leveled off. But if we're talkin' immobility, we're probably addin' another three hundred to him, more or less."

Cap let out a shaky sigh. "Whoa..."

Tony shrugged. "Again, more or less. Depends on what 'immobile' means to a guy like Bruce. 'Course you know," Tony said, sobering. "He's wouldn't be totally immobile, not really." His dark eyes roamed Bruce, emphasizing the seriousness of his next words. "The only way that would happen is if we separated him from the Hulk."

"Which I'm not asking for," Bruce quickly piped. "That's not my goal."

"Good. 'Cause that's more than my paygrade. What'dya think, Spangles?" Tony turned to Steve. "You in, or what?"

"I...I'm not even sure." His expression remained pensive before hovering between Tony and Bruce. "I think I want to understand what that means before I agree to it. It'll change our 'rules,' our dynamics, the team--"

"Absolutely," Bruce agreed. "But I guess...I'd like to retire, if that's okay. From the team. I've already spoken with the university--"

"What?"

"You have?"

Bruce motioned for his boyfriends to calm down.  "I'm not giving up teaching, I'm just switching to an online format. I'll still be an adjunct but I won't teach in person or in front of a classroom. And besides..." He sighed, but a small smile teased his lips. "I won't be mobile enough for a classroom. At least that's what I'm hoping."

Tony shared a look with Steve who looked both mesmerized and stunned. But then Tony noticed something else a sly, (dare he say it), evil mastermind grin on Steve's face rivaling their greatest enemies.

"Steve. Your bad boy expression is showing," Tony muttered.

"I know, I know," Steve breathed. "But I kinda I wanna know how soon we can start."

Part two: https://burlybanner.tumblr.com/post/185854349769/syzygy-2

#syzygy #bruce banner #tony stark #steve rogers #chubby bruce banner #more warnings to come as story progresses #has some dark elements to it #magnum opus piece #stark spangled banner #infundo #infundo au #chapter 1 #starkspangledbanner syzygy

[iamjjmmma]

“Number All my Bones: There and Back and There Again” Part 1, Chapter 6

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I was going to punish Sans later for his outburst, but other than the look he had on his face, there wasn’t anything that gave away that he was going to kill, or even hurt, anyone. To all the rest of us, it only looked like he was angry. Still, that didn’t stop me from thinking of something- maybe a night without his telescope, maybe a week of him not being allowed to play the trombone- but as soon as he staggered onto the couch and asked for the bucket, I thought that was punishment enough. Even if he does have better judgement than I do on these sorts of things. But something bugs me about what he said, even though Chara won’t tell me exactly what he said to get Sans so angry in the first place. What he said at the end plays in my head over and over again, like a song on repeat in a broken cellphone’s music player. “You should have killed me. That would’ve hurt less than this.” My shoulders slumping just a little, I let the children play together after something this disheartening. Thinking of researching what the piano a pink SOUL’s characteristics even were, the thought of Papyrus freezing in his jail cell very quickly made its way to the top of my mind again. I made my way to the phone in front of my desk, the number for the local law enforcement draining out of my fingertips. The first phone number was the local law enforcement center’s office, headed by… you guessed it… the HSO. Needless to say, when I called them, they told me they couldn’t accept phone calls with “my specific code”, and a few seconds of jumping around my thoughts told me that this meant any monster in the town, all of them closed inside our neighborhood. They apologized over and over again, and without another word, they hung up. The beeping from the phone in my ears practically drove me to the idea of running out of the backdoor and yelling ‘till the birds flew away, but still I called. The second phone number was the actual prison itself. At first, it was from a very nice woman who introduced herself as Sophia, and our conversation went something like this: “Sophia, you wouldn’t happen to have a way to contact any prisoners, would you?” “We do, but in some situations, and depending on who calls, they’re sometimes… closed off.” “I see.” She couldn’t see my teeth grit. “Is there any way we could at least obtain any trial dates?” “Well, sir, I’m very, very sorry about this, but again, this depends on who calls. We don’t want anyone prone to being criminals finding out about other prisoners, but-” “Ma’am. Are you saying that-” “Sir, I’m so sorry. I know how great monsters have been, really. I was at the live broadcast, too, and it’s much better than- God, much better than any of the shows I’ve seen lately. It’s just that it’s my first month here, and… jeez, I’m already going to get in so much trouble if I get caught doing this. And just the teeniest, tiniest infarction will get me so far down the road that-” I let myself relax, just a little. “It’s alright. I understand. But could I at least get hold of another-” It was as if she heard me. In the background, I heard a few loud sentences, ending with “punk”, and I knew she was there. Nobody could see my smile. “Hey, thanks for taking over, Sophie. And not hangin’ up on ‘im. We’ll keep this whole thing quiet. Promise.” A pause. “A’ight, G,” Undyne starts. “Before you ask any questions, he’s safe.” Safe. The word rolled over me like the last gentle ripples of water that come just before the shoreline, and I let myself lean back in my seat. She must have heard me sigh. “I knew that’d cheer you up. God, it’s awful what they did to ‘im. Makes me hate working here sometimes, even if it does put food on the table. They interrogated ‘im, too. Didn’t beat him up or anything, but it sure did scare the smile right off of ‘im. And what’s the worst part is...he’s uneasy. Really, really uneasy.” “If I was interrogated, I’d be much more than uneasy. I’d be angry. I-” I laugh. It’s the only thing I can do now besides crying. “I am angry. I… I’m so, so…” “Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. But this is…” She huffs. It’s never good news when she huffs. The last time she did, it was the first time any of us had seen a car on the road. We were all judging what it was, and when she huffed and said that it was safe… well, let’s just say I almost didn’t get to write this book. “...G, this is really different. It’s not like the regular uneasiness. He’s all jittery, begging to be on the phone with you. He says that if he doesn’t tell you, he’ll explode. And that if he doesn’t tell you, something… super, super, super bad is going to happen. I think-” “I think I should be on the phone with him, Undyne.” I could tell she didn’t hesitate because of the sound of her jail keys jingling, and I knew she broke into a run. This wasn’t like Papyrus at all. He wasn’t… the whole family isn’t suspicious at all. I attempted to explain everything that happened with science and some sort of psychology. When Papyrus asked me why he dreamed the silliest things every night, I couldn’t do anything but mutter something about his brain filing away random, silly bits of information. Sans asked me why Mr. Gosset the librarian has to have a substitute because he suffers from cancer, while the library assistant doesn’t. I said at least three paragraphs about heredity. And when he asked how to stop it, stop it completely, I moved to a different subject. In about a minute or so, I heard Papyrus’ voice, and the relief was enough to make me lie down on the second couch. “Hey, Paps.” Sans sat up as if nothing was wrong with him, smiled, started reaching for the phone, flapping his hand back and forth. With a little vindiction, I pressed the speaker button. “Hello!” His voice shook a little, but neither of us said anything about it as we all shouted out our greetings. Sans migrated to the other couch. “Hey, bro! How’ve you been?” “Well, brother, it’s been a little… distressing.” “Yes, I heard,” I butted in. “Undyne told me about it.” Sans looks at me like I’m a three- headed alien. “Wait, whaddya mean ‘distressing’?” Papyrus took a deep breath. “Since I’ve been here, I… I’ve felt uneasy. And it’s not just because I’m here. It’s an… all-of-the-time thing. Sometimes, I even forget I’m here, and I still feel uneasy. I just have a feeling you guys are going to do something while I’m gone, and do something horrible. I think-” “We’ll be fine,” I interrupted, and Sans looks at me like I’m a three-headed alien again. “Whatever we do, we’ll be careful. We promise.” “Well… alright…” Papyrus says. “But that still doesn’t stop me from feeling uneasy about something. It’s like you guys have just started doing something while I was gone, and if I don’t tell you what I think about it, it’ll go wrong…” The thought speeds into my head faster than I thought something could run. As a scientist, most of my thoughts, and all of my theories, seep into my head in a slow, forward march, about as slow as walking to somewhere that’s an arduous trip even by car. But this one is a truck, hitting me faster than anything. It’s the cameras. I tell him again how it’ll be alright before giving the phone to Sans, and the both of them talk until the phone battery dies. It’s the cameras.

#glitchtale #glitchtale anniversary #camila cuevas

[dylanobrienisbatman]

oh heyyyy can i please have pirate mechanic and 22?? I'M SO EXCITED

…in a rush of adrenaline.

Raven wasn’t one to be afraid of anything, ever. She was a zero g mechanic, a literal ASTRONAUT, who had been to OUTER SPACE in nothing more than a space suit, for fucks sake. She’d been sky diving, bungee jumping, zip lining, she used to go bouldering off the sides of mountains for fun before she got hurt and her leg wouldn’t let her. She was an adrenaline junkie, to put it mildly, but the one thing she never, ever did, was ride a motorcycle. Everything else, every other insane crazy thing she did, there was a modicum of safety to it. In space, everyone was trained to know exactly what to do, and everything was tested to perfection before she went. Sure it was dangerous, but it was all SCIENCE. She wasn’t afraid of science. Sky diving and bungee jumping and zip lining were SAFE, they had to be for people to be able to pay to do it as excursions. Normal average people could go bungee jumping on vacation. Bouldering was a little risky, but she never went high enough that she could have DIED from the fall, maybe gotten pretty hurt, but she went with friends, and knew the safety rules. Motorcycles though? There was nothing safe about that. In a fast car, you had some kind of buffer, some level of protection from seatbelts and airbags, but on a motorcycle you had nothing. You were out in the open, strapped to nothing, a helmet and some leather if you were smart, flying down the road. When she saw motorcycles weaving in and out of cars on the freeway, she scoffed, and hoped she wouldn’t see them being scraped off the road with a shovel later. She assumed no smart person would ever put themselves in that kind of danger.

And then she met Ezekiel Shaw.

Zeke used to be an Air Force Pilot, and then he was a scientist for NASA. He worked on the crafts on the ground that she worked on in space, and was damn good at it, though she’d never tell him that. He was brilliant, the first person she ever met who could match wits with her day in, day out. And Zeke Shaw rode his Harley into work. Every. Single. Day.

She scolded him for it when they first met, spouting statistics about deaths by motorcycle at him from memory, but he just smirked, waved her off, called her a “fraidy-cat” (yes, he used that exact phrase. He wasn’t catholic anymore, but he had been raised that way, and never swore, ever), and tugged his helmet on, roaring away out of the parking lot while she climbed into her car.

Her relationship with Zeke was a complex one. On the one hand, he was her friend, a great friend, a confidant who she bounced ideas off of and worked well with, her equal in brains and wit. On the other hand, he was delicious to look at and Raven wanted to jump his bones. This combination made the fact that he rode that stupid motorcycle very troubling to her, and it took a toll on her mental state. She got in the habit of calling him around the time she knew he’d be home every day, under the guise of wanting to talk about work or some new theory she was studying, but really she was just checking to make sure he made it home every day, alive. She always offered to swing by and pick him up when they would make plans, even though it was well out of her way, because the idea of him getting on that bike to come see her and then becoming road burn in the process made her sick to her stomach, but he always turned her down, and always showed up in one piece.

They had known each other about a year and 3 months, when the universe conspired against her.

She had called Zeke to see if he wanted to come into work with her on a Sunday and help her run a simulation she had been tossing around, and he lept at the chance, like always. He had been helping her write the simulation, and plan the program for almost two months, and she knew he’d want to see it through. It was pouring rain, so she offered him a ride, as always, and he turned her down, as always, showing up to work at the same time as she did even though she knew he lived an extra 15 minutes further away. They spent the whole Sunday in the lab, downing espresso shots from the bosses machine in her office and running and re-running the simulation, ordering thai takeout while they tried to get it perfect. It was late, almost 9pm, when they finally called it a day, and headed out the door, walked into the parking lot, and Raven realised she had left her lights on all day long. She tried to start her car twice, but she knew she would need a jump and there was no one around , the lab was almost 10 miles from town. She thought about calling a tow, but calling a tow for a jump seemed stupid, there would be people at the office tomorrow who could give her a jump, and she was halfway through trying to price out an Uber when Zeke shoved a helmet in front of her face.

“Come on Reyes, you’re really gonna pay for an Uber when I can just take you home myself?”

“No way. No way in hell am i getting on that deathtrap.” She kept typing in her address.

“You’ll have to get one back in the morning too, and you know its like… 30 bucks both ways. Thats $60 you could avoid by just strapping on this helmet and letting me take you home.”

“No way!! I dont care how much it costs, im so not doing that.”

“Look. I know you think its unsafe, but the rain stopped at like noon, the roads are bone dry, and I promise ill go slow.” He had this twinkle in his eye that was very distracting, and the sight of him holding that helmet, leaning against the hood of her car, was doing funny things to her stomach. She glared at him.

“Do you kn-“

“do you know how many people die on those things every day?” He raised his voice a bit, to a squeaky annoying pitch, and had to jump away when she smacked at him.

“The only reason you got away is because im a cripple.” She snarked, and he laughed. “Yeah sure, blame the leg.” He said, dancing a little further away, and then coming in close, holding the helmet out. “You can pay for that Uber if you want, but I promise, I wont let anything happen to you.” She eyed him, and the bike, wary.

“Come on Reyes, you ride up into space on a ship i work on.” His voice was all teasing, but there was something else dancing behind his eyes. “Don’t you trust me, Raven?”

He barely ever used her first name, but his sincerity was like a gut punch. He was standing really close now, just enough space for the helmet between them. Finally, she took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and grabbed the helmet in both hands.

“If we die on this damn bike, I’m going to spend our entire afterlife beating your ass.” She said, pulling it down over her head, walking over to the bike.

He sat down on the front, popping the kick stand and sliding forward enough for her to fit. He pulled out a small metal bar that had been hidden in the bike, on her right side. She knew she looked shocked, and even though he couldn’t see it through the helmet, he knew anyway.

“I was always hoping i’d get you on this thing, so i added a place for you to put your leg, since i know you can’t keep it bent for so long.” She couldn’t see his face either, and she thought maybe that was a good thing. She slid onto the bike, behind him, and propped her leg up on the stand, wrapping her arms around his solid middle.

“Remember. If we die. Perpetual ghost world ass kicking.” She called, as the bike roared to life, vibrating underneath her. He laughed, nodding, and they took off.

The speed of it was unreal, the wind whipping all her clothes and the hair that was coming out of the bottom of her helmet, and she held on tighter as the sped up. He zipped down the roads, taking every turn with ease, and even though she knew he had to be going slower than he normally did, her heart rate was a million beats a minute and she could feel her adrenaline rushing through her body. She squeezed him again, and he took one hand off the bike for a second to squeeze her forearm, to reassure her. She kept her head on his shoulder, and somehow keeping her eyes open was better than closed, so she just watched as the trees zipped by, and headlights from other cars came in and out of view. The longer they rode, the more comfortable she got, and soon it was just a rush of adrenaline, and she could feel herself loosening up, smiling, until she finally sat back a little, keeping herself still firmly around his waist, and whooped into the night air. He turned his head, and she couldn’t see his face but she knew he was laughing at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The ride took about 20 minutes, and when they pulled into her complex parking lot, her heart rate wouldn’t quit. He popped the kick stand on his bike, and they pulled off their helmets. He got off first, and helped her off, and maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the blood rushing through her ears, or maybe it was just him, close and tall and grinning ear to ear, but something came over her.

“See, Reyes, told you you wo-“

She cut him off with her lips, throwing her arms around his neck, running her fingers over his scalp and pulling him down to her, kissing him hard. He was frozen in shock for a second, but then he responded with ferocity. He opened his mouth to her, letting her tongue slide across his teeth, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air and spinning her around. When he set her back on solid ground, and they broke the kiss, she tucked her face into his chest, holding him close.

“If you say I told you so, I’ll never kiss you again.” She muttered into his chest.

“Does that mean if i DON’T say it, you will kiss me again?” The hopeful tilt to his voice got her to look up, and his eyes were bright, a smile threatening to break his cheeks. She leaned up, pressing a kiss into his cheek.

“So I’ll definitely need that ride in the morning.” She whispered, into his ear, close and intentionally low.

“Yeah,” he said, failing at nonchalant, “what time should i swing by.”

She smirked up at him, taking him by the hand, leading him towards the door of her building.

“I’d say just whenever we wake up is good.” He tugged her back in for a kiss, quick and easy. The adrenaline was still rushing in her ears as she tugged him into her apartment, towards her room, but she wasn’t sure it was from the motorcycle anymore.

#Pirate mechanic #modern au #zaven #kiss prompt #zeke x raven #the 100 #zaven fanfiction #raven reyes #zeke shaw #the 100 fanfiction #prompt response #my writing #fanfic

[thelastspeecher]

🐣Would work perfectly for the deaged aus! (Stan and Ford pls?)

🐣 - phoenix

Okay, a bit of explanation: I came up with a scenario, where Stan and Ford, after somehow reconciling instead of fighting in 1982, work together to shut down the portal for good.  As thanks for protecting Gravity Falls from such an evil, the local phoenix blesses the two of them.  Unfortunately, a phoenix blessing results in complete reversion to being a newborn infant; a complete blank slate, being reborn, like the phoenix is.  This (apparently omnipotent) phoenix dropped them off at Fiddleford’s house, since Fiddleford knew Ford.  However, that’s not where the twins actually end up.  I think the writing should fill in the rest of the blanks.  Some of it’s under a cut bc boy it got LONG.

Send me an emoji and I’ll write you a ficlet!

               Dan Corduroy was in the middleof whittling a chipmunk from a chunk of cedar when he heard a knock on thefront door.  He set down the partiallycarved rodent with a small frown.

               There’s a blizzard.  Who the hellis outside in this weather?  Danstood and walked over to the door.  Whenhe opened it, he was hit with a burst of cold air.  He looked around.  There was no one there.  His ears picked up on a faintwhimpering.  He looked down.  There was a basket on the doorstep, just infront of his feet.  Its contents werecovered by a blanket.  Dan crouched downand carefully picked up a corner of the blanket.  His eyes widened.  The whimpering had come from two infants,which were nestled together in the basket. Dan swallowed.

               I better bring ‘em in.  He pickedup the basket and brought it inside.  Nowthey were in a warm environment, Dan took the blanket off the babies.  Dressed in matching red onesies, they peeredup at him.  The one on the left had apiece of paper stuck to its chest.  Danreached out to take the paper, and was immediately grabbed by the infant.  He tried to free himself, but the baby clungto him determinedly.  Dan accepted defeatwith a small chuckle.

               “You’re a TOUGH one, huh?” herumbled, picking up the infant.  The babynestled against his chest and closed its eyes. Dan detached the paper and read it.

—– 

               DanCorduroy,

               Thesetwin boys were left in my charge.  But Ican’t take care of them in my state.  Theyhave no parents, siblings, or other relatives. They are all alone.  

               Thesystem wouldn’t suit them, I can tell. There’s something special about them. They deserve a shot at life, one that I believe they could only have ifyou took care of them.  

               You’re agood man, and while you are young, I know these boys will be safe under yourroof.  Raise them as your own, or assomeone else’s.  But don’t let them getseparated, and don’t let them leave Gravity Falls, where I can keep an eye onthem.

               Their namesare Stanley and Stanford.  As far as I’mconcerned, they’re Corduroy boys now.  

               Godspeed.

               -F

—– 

               Dan finished reading the letter,a strange tight feeling in his chest. The infant he was holding made a smacking sound with his lips.  The one left in the basket was still staringat him.  

               “Dunno if you two are CORDUROYmaterial,” Dan told the babies.  The onein the basket blinked slowly at him.  Danfelt a small smile quirk his lips.

               Dan, don’t jump into this.  You’rebarely old enough to buy beer.  You livewith your big brother.  Can you really bea dad?  He thought about what theletter said.  “As far as I’m concerned, they’re Corduroy boys now.”  

               “THINK you can HANDLE it?” Danasked the babies.  The one he was holdingmade a small noise.  The one in thebasket blinked again.  “EH.  WHAT the hell.  Boys, let’s GET you some FOOD.”

—– 

               A fight.

               Reconciliation.

               Fire.  So much fire.

               Stanley Corduroy woke with agasp, his heart pounding in his ears, and a bird’s cry still echoing in hismind.

               “Lee?  You all right?” a groggy voice asked.  Lee looked over at the other bed in theroom.  His twin brother was rubbing hiseyes blearily.

               “Uh, yeah, Ford, I thinkso.  Just that nightmare again.”

               “Careful.  You keep losing sleep like that, you won’tqualify for finals.”

               “Pfft,” Lee scoffed.  “I can win those lumberjack competitions withmy eyes closed and two hands tied behind my back.”  There was loud knocking at the door.  “Yeah?” The door opened.  Manly DanCorduroy poked his head in, splintering part of the doorframe as he did so.

               “About TIME you boys gotUP.  Someone’s here to SEE you.”

               “What?  Who?” Ford asked.  Dan shrugged, breaking more of thedoorframe.  Ford sighed.  “Dad, you’re doing it again.”

               “OH.  It’s the Corduroy SHOULDERS.”

               “Yeah.  And I’m glad I didn’t get ‘em,” Lee said,getting out of bed.  A strange expressioncrossed Dan’s face.  “Something wrong,Dad?”

               “Uh, NO.  Just get READY.  This guy’s some CITY folk.  REALLY wants to TALK to you.”

               “City folk?” Ford said.  “Why would some city guy come out here totalk to us?”

               “Get DRESSED and we’ll all FINDout,” Dan rumbled, closing the twins’ bedroom door.  They could hear wood splintering as he walkedaway.

               “Good thing you’re good atwoodworking, huh, bro?” Lee asked Ford teasingly.  Ford sighed.

               “Shut up.”  Lee sniggered.  “Let’s just get dressed and figure out whatthis guy wants from us.”

               Ten minutes later, Lee and Fordwalked into the living room, playfully shoving each other and laughing.

               “Holy Moses,” a low voicesaid.  Lee and Ford looked over.  Sitting on the couch next to their stepmomwas the “city folk”.  He had a squarejaw, brown hair, and a large ruddy nose that the twins recognizedimmediately.  The stranger smiled at themweakly.  “Wow.  You two look…look just like them.”

               “Just like who?” Ford asked,sitting on the armchair across from the couch. Lee perched himself on its arm.  

               “Your, ah, your father anduncle,” the stranger answered, his eyes suddenly teary.  Lee snorted.

               “Yeah, sure, we definitely look like Dad.  We’re totallybroad-shouldered redheads with loud voices,” Lee said sarcastically.

               “WHAT do you MEAN, LOUD VOICE?”Dan asked from the adjacent kitchen. 16-month-old Wendy, sitting in her high chair, giggled.  

               “Dad.  We have to wear ear plugs when you sing inthe shower,” Lee said.  Dan grumbledindistinctly and returned to frying a large amount of bacon for breakfast.  

               “No, I- Dan, you didn’t tellthem?” the stranger said.  Dan froze fora split second before shrugging.

               “Never came up.”

               “‘Never came up’?  They’re fifteen and you’ve never bothered totell them they were adopted?” the stranger demanded.  Ford froze.

               “Whoa, whoa, hey!” Lee shouted,jumping up.  “Look, guy, I don’t know whoyou are or why you’re here, but you don’t have the right to lie and say we’readopted!”  He looked over at Dan.  “Tell ‘im, Dad!”

               “He’s telling the truth,” Dansaid, in an uncharacteristically subdued voice. Lee deflated.

               “What?”

               “As I understand it, you twowere left on Dan’s doorstep shortly after you were born,” the strangersaid.  “He took you in, raised you likehis own sons.”

               “No,” Ford whispered.  Lee puffed up again.

               “Who are you?” Lee demanded.

               “I’m your father’s olderbrother.  Sherman Pines.  But you can call me your Uncle Shermie.”

               “Not gonna happen,” Lee muttered, crossing his arms.

               “You- you know our biological father?”Ford asked quietly.  Shermie nodded.  

               “Yes.  I actually- I think it’s interesting, thatyou two were named the same as your father and uncle.  Which one of you is Stanford?” Shermieasked.  Ford raised a six-fingeredhand.  A sad look crossed Shermie’sface.  “Down to the twelve fingers, even.”

               “That weird SCIENTIST that livedup the WAY, HE had twelve fingers,” Dan said. He shrugged.  “Thought IT wasFUNNY this baby did too.  PAPER said one ofthe boys was named STANFORD, so I sorta NAMED him after that SCIENTIST.”

               “Appropriate, given that the ‘weirdscientist’ is actually these boys’ uncle,” Shermie said.  “Lee and Ford, you are my younger brotherStanley’s children.  I don’t know whoyour mother is; Fiddleford didn’t know.”

               “Fiddleford?” Ford said.  He frowned. “Mr. McGucket?”

               “Yes.  Apparently, he was the person who dropped youtwo off here.  The two of you were leftat his house, at first, but he wasn’t mentally capable of raising two infants,so he left you with someone he trusted, and someone your Uncle Stanfordtrusted,” Shermie explained.  He dug apiece of paper out of his pocket.  “Thisnote was left when Fiddleford found you.” Lee took the paper from Shermie. He and Ford read it together.

—– 

               F,

               I haveto leave unexpectedly.  I trust you totake care of my nephews.  My twin brotherStanley’s children.  They were given tome by their mother, who was unable to track Stanley down.  I plan on finding Stanley myself, to ensurethese boys have their father.  In themeantime, protect them.

               I willreturn when I find Stan.

               Thankyou,

               StanfordPines

—– 

               Ford and Lee finished readingthe letter.  They looked up at Shermie,identical upset expressions on their faces. Shermie smiled hesitantly.

               “I know this is a lot to takein.  But I had to meet my nephews.  And I thought you’d want to meet your uncle.”  Ford and Lee continued to stare at him.  Shermie stood up with a sigh.  “I’ll be in town for a few days, if you wouldlike to meet up later.  I really wouldlike to get to know you two.”

               “Uh, yeah,” Ford stammered.  “We’ll- we’ll be in touch.”  Shermie looked at the twins hopefully.

               “You will?”

               “Yeah,” Lee said firmly.  He smiled. “We will.”

#Gravity Falls #Manly Dan Corduroy #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Shermie Pines #ficlet #my writing #writing meme #ask #thats-the-way-the-news-goes #Phoenix AU

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Pain - Hunger, Chapter 3

Black Hat wants to learn a little more about Flug’s more interesting half.  ((Co-wrote this story with http://rachrar.tumblr.com/ who helped me rp out the main plot points. The vast majority of Black Hat's actions and words come directly from them, and they even beta read it for me. Guess who forgot burned flesh doesn't bleed- hint, it's me. ))

Black Hat had been around for millennia, and yet he still found his curiosity peaked every now and then by particularly interesting puzzles. And now with the knowledge of Flug’s inhuman nature, he was brimming with the desire to understand Flug.

He ate souls, but how? Did the corpse need to be part of the feeding? How did the soul feed Flug’s? Did he eat specific pieces? And most importantly, how far could he actually push Flug before he broke?

Oh, and what exactly was he?

“Flug.” Black Hat spoke, his greeting casual as he pushed open the door to the lab. He was looking the the man- ha, creature, and knew he was sure to be found in his lab. “We have to talk.”

Flug was used to Black Hat showing up unannounced, but that didn’t make it any more pleasant. He briefly fumbled with the beaker in his hand before setting it down carefully on the table, careful not to jolt the sensitive solution inside too much, or he’d lose half his lab.

“Oh, um, yes, yes sir?” he asked, shuffling away from his work table and fidgeting with the edges of his coat. He mentally went over any reason his boss would want to talk to him out of nowhere… and given recent events, it was pretty clear. “Do you need anything?”

Black Hat wasn’t concerned if his interest in the matter was so transparent, if anything, he was amused; Flug knew him fairly well. What a good little scientist.

“Don’t play coy with me, Doctor. You know exactly what I wish to talk about. Now come over here and remove that bag over your head. It’s time to turn the tables on examinations.” he smirked, removing his gloves. Oh, he nearly shivered in his excitement.

Flug flinched a little, glancing away from that wide grin spreading across his boss's face- he could see the large, razor fangs inside, twice his owns size, if not more. “Of course sir.” Flug responded gravely, feeling as if he was agreeing to be cut up into little pieces.

Rather than remove his bag at once, he clapped his hands twice, dimming the bright lights in the lab. In such a large lab, it could be a hassle to cross the lab just to dim the lights… though they also dimmed automatically when it was late, when he normally fed on would-be experiments.

His hands flicked to his bag, removing the both the paper bag and goggles all at once. It exposed his face, the mouth full of sharp teeth and his reversed eyes, some of the most striking features of his.. other heritage.

If Black Hat was irritated at the lowered light level, or simply accepted it as a prerequisite to seeing Flug’s face, he didn’t show it. Rather, his own expression was almost bored as he grasped Flug’s chin with thin, sharp fingers, turning his face too and fro. “Open.” He commanded, tapping Flug’s lips demandingly. Of course, he’d seen those teeth before, but they were his favorite part about the little scientist so far.

Flug couldn't help but shiver as he obeyed, fiddling with his hands again. He was used to studying, not being studied.

Black Hat ran his fingers across the other's jaw, dancing over those- oh. His interest spiked once he realized there was a secondary set of teeth, half the size and hidden behind the first. Fascinating. He touched one, pressing his finger down on the point rather sharply.

The teeth were sharper than he’d realized thus far, easily cutting through his flesh. His eyes widened as he pulled his hand back, looking closely as the way his green blood oozed from his cut finger.

“I was not expecting that.” he mused. “I have yet to meet another being unlike like myself that could truly wound me- unless we count you.”

Flug slowly closed his jaw, hit with the taste of wrong filling his mouth. It made him want to vomit. Black Hat tasted so… unnatural.

“S-sorry sir.” he muttered, hand instinctively reaching for his paper bag before he jerked his hand back down, fumbling with his fingers.

Gotta keep the bag off for now.

He cleared his throat. “Do, um, d-do you have any idea what I might be?” he asked hopefully.

Black Hat waved away the apology, unconcerned. It was a small cut, and fairly clean. He’d faced much worse. And from the looks of things, Flug wasn’t venomous. He closed his fist for a moment, opening it once the cut was corrected back into a flawless finger.

What sharp little teeth. He liked them.

“There are hundreds of beings with teeth and that eat souls. Granted, most of them are individuals. And crafted." He re-manifested his glove, tugging them over his hands."I can think of a couple that are native to this plane, but there are no clear indicators to any in particular just yet."

He’d need a little more information about his dear Doctor before could pin it… speaking of which-

“That being said… how old are you really, Flug?” Black Hat asked. He’d begun to notice Flug’s lack of… aging, in the handful of years the other had worked with him. He was never very good at keeping track of human timetables, but for once he felt confident that no, it was the other person who wasn't aging as he should.

Flug paused, glancing off and shrugging. "Maybe about... somewhere around a hundred... maybe a hundred fifty?" he guessed. "I uh, stopped bothering to keep track after a while." He explained, kicking a spare bolt across the floor with his foot. He seemed a tad embarrassed about not knowing the exact date of his birth.

"So… young, then." Black Hat rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. A recent creature, or at least a relatively modern one. It was a shame-- some of the older cryptids were ones he knew next to nothing about, and now he never would. Oh well.

"Do you regenerate?" Black Hat asked, but didn't leave any time after for Flug to answer before grabbing the man's hand, jerking the yellow glove off in one swift motion. His forked tongue danced over the bare skin, teeth mere inches from taking off a finger to find out the answer.

Flug jerked back, attempting to free himself on reflex, but didn’t seem to be able to break out of Black Hat’s grip. His hand curled slightly, but the finger stuck over Black Hat’s grip failed to do so, or it would have cut itself. Each finger had a thick black claw covering the last joint, a feature Black Hat had noticed when he’d last made Flug hunt down that hero.

"Y-Yes but o-only when I e-eat." he stuttered out quickly, attempting to steer away from that fate. Flug had never- he wasn't good at handling pain.

"Oh, that's not a problem," Black Hat answered, almost cheerful. "You know I'll not starve you."

He bit into Flug's skin, intrested to see if it would resist him. A tad disappointingly, his teeth cut through Flug’s finger the same as if would any mortal flesh. But what did interest him… what was it, that taste, it was on the tip of his tongue- ah.

The taste of rot filled his tastebuds; fitting for a creature that ate the life force of another being. Curious; could he consume Black Hat's life? Not a soul, surely, but whatever it was that made him him.

Flug was already whimpering pathetically, and Black Hat had only bitten through half his finger thus far. Deciding to have a little mercy to such a loyal and hardworking minion, he allowed Flug to keep the finger.

He shrugged, letting go of the man's hand. "I would prefer not to hear you whine about your finger for hours." he tsked, as a hint for Flug to shut up. "What do you know of your own abilities?" he asked, changing the subject abruptly. As much as he’d love to keep poking and biting Flug until he had all his answers, he was a busy man with stuff to do to keep this company running.

Flug paused for a second, a little unsure. He’d kept so much of himself secret for so long, it felt almost taboo to speak about himself out loud… but he’d really rather not get Black Hat mad at him… besides, the demon was his best chance at figuring out what he was.

"W-Well, I have night-vision, I'm fast at climbing, um, and digging, I have s-strong scent and taste,” he paused, glancing down at his bitten finger before stumbling out the rest of his answer. “-and I'm im-impervious to, to a lot of things, like poisons, drugs, gasses, the cold, stuff like that."

Black Hat paused, contemplating all of this lovely information. Impervious to poisons, drugs, gasses, and even the cold? Oh, this was going to be so easy to exploit. In fact, he should teach Flug a command for attack and he’d have an interesting pet… though he supposed Flug was already enough of one as it was, monster bits aside. “How much have you experimented upon yourself?” he asked, still musing over the possibilities.

Flug fidgeted, looking away and gulping. "I've been running experiments since I was a kid. And... I've used a fair number of the weapons I've made here on myself, to test them and... test myself." He explained, keeping things simple.

Black Hat shook his head, taking again. "No no, don't be vague with me, Doctor. I want details. What did you do to yourself? Did you ever get a scar?" He plucked at the doctor's coat. "Take it off, I want to see."

Flug flinched, sliding his coat off his shoulders before setting it on a table. However, his remaining glove and shirt still covered most of his chest. Oddly enough, there did seem to be a few small, but noticeably red scars on the side of his one free arm.

"M-Most everything that hurts m-me is healed by my next feeding but... the one thing I've found that can really hurt me is fire." he muttered, half hoping Black Hat wouldn’t hear. As if.

"Fire?" The eldritch being nearly lit up with a cruel sort of joy. "Fire scars you permanently?" Visions of branding Flug danced through his mind. Oh, the fun he could have- maybe he should use a flame to add tally marks with to his skin, one for every time Flug disappointed him.

Flug paled a little at that look- the, ‘I’m about to eat you alive’ look. He stepped back, fumbling with his hands again before gripping his shirt.Maybe... he should start keeping things to himself. “That’s, um, t-that’s all…” he muttered, looking slightly past Black Hat at the door.

"Oh no no no, Flug, there's no escaping me." Black Hat tsked once more, stepping closer as his presence stretched a touch higher, just to cast a shadow over the fearful man. "And don't even think about lying." He purred, reaching out and grabbed Flug's neck, just tight enough to hint at his strength but not enough to actually cause any physical symptoms.

"Are we on the same page, Doctor?"

Flug shot a hand to the hand on his throat, gulping and feeling his adam's apple bob against the cool flesh. A cold shiver dropped down his spine as he nodded quickly.

”Y-Yes sir, of course, clear as day~" he squeaked with what air he had, his voice raised in clearly false joy. "N-Nothing hidden between us~"

‘pleasedon'thurtmepleasedon'thurtmepleasedon'thurtme’ he thought, his gaze darting away

"Good boy." Black Hat let go of the man's throat to pat at his paperless cheek patronizingly. "That being said... Why don't you try to learn to lie better, hm?"

He stepped back, his aura folding in on himself smoothly. Apart from his unnatural coloration and lack of nose (and teeth, and, well, most of everything), the air around him seemed almost human. There was no radiating malice, just a faint smile mocking Flug.

“Anything else I should know?” Black hat asked, amused as he watched Flug recover. The smaller being shook his head, posture meek and submissive- Flug knew his place.

“Very well. Now, Doctor, why don’t you get back to work? Surely I’ve taken up enough of your time.” Black Hat said, clapping his hands twice as he’d seen Flug do without thinking. His mind was distracted by what he’d learned, already putting together the pieces with what he knew of known souleaters- in fact, the scene that played out in front of him took him entirely by surprise.

The lights snapped to full brightness, and almost instantly Flug let out a loud S C R E E C H of pain, the palms of his hands smashing over his eyes. He scrambled back back, falling on his bottom and crawling under a table, keeping a hand covering his eyes and letting out a few whimpers of pain.

Ah. That explained why he lowered the lights prior to removing the paper bag. His eyes were photosensitive to an extreme degree. Mentally mapping the location of the laboratory in relation to the outside, Black Hat contemplating ripping open the side to let sunlight pour in… he set it aside; the laboratory was underground, and furthermore, there was the dining room between the room and the sun. He was not about to ruin such a room just to spite Flug.

Instead, he tilted his head, then walked over, kneeling to look at Flug. There was a bored sort of pity in his gaze, akin to looking at a squirming roach stuck on its back. A sad, pathetic little creature without a way to defend itself, good for nothing more than being squashed.

So- a creature that hunts and eats humans, but is close enough in form to successfully cross-breed with its prey. The offspring had minimal differences from the default human shape, along with added immunity to the cold, but with a fatal weakness to fire and the light. Seemingly ageless- or maybe he’d died a long time ago, if the fact he tasted like a rotting corpse was any indication.

And as Flug lacked an extra mouth on his stomach or the back of his head, that left one option.

He may know what Flug consists of, and how he eats as well as why, but he was not particularly familiar with earth's cryptids, finding them far too pathetic to bother knowing the names of.

He wasn’t telling Flug, of course.

“Something to tell me, Flug?” he tsked, grabbing the other's bag off the table and tossing it onto his shivering form. Flug clung to it almost immediately, shoving it on so quickly Black Hat was surprised it didn’t tear in two.

He waited until Flug had seemingly readjusted, turning his attention back to his disappointed boss.

“I recall you saying your weakness was fire alone… or did you not think I needed to know this bit?” Black Hat asked, keeping his voice even. He enjoyed watching the way Flug still jerked back, shivers darting down the inventors form. Yes. His scientist knew him well, indeed.

“I, er- I didn’t mean, I meant, light is a-attached to flames- I d-didn’t think-” he stuttered, silenced when Black Hat reached under the desk, grabbing the front of Flug’s shirt and yanking him out, standing back up to his full height.

“No, you didn’t think, did you Flug?” Black Hat asked, shaking his head. “A shame, I’ll have to punish you so you know to behave~”

Flug whimpered at that, curling up a little under his boss's grip like a kitten. He knew better than to fight back. But… oh god, what if Black hat decided to burn him? Or… or throw him outside without his goggles, or into the sun?!

Maybe that last one wasn’t possible or reasonable.

Black Hat turned, shifting Flug to hold him under a hand as he briskly walked out of the lab, humming a little tune to himself as he made his way to his bedroom- the perfect spot. He kicked open the door, making his way to the bed before dumping Flug onto it.

“Strip off that shirt, and lay on your back.” he commanded, confident Flug would obey the order.

He stepped away, manifesting his powers to create something long and slim, widening at one end into an intricate top hat design. The inside was decorated  with a nice cursive B above and to the left off a H, filling the Hat shape nearly entirely. Black Hat made his way to an elaborate fireplace, snapping his fingers to light it with sharp, green flames before he’d even arrived. He gleefully stuck the brand in, watching it start to turn red and hot under the intense magical heat.

Flug really wished his sensed weren't as strong- he flinched as he heard a sound cut through the air, best described as 'metal straining slightly as it heated up and expanded by a few millimeters', set against a background of a flickering fire.

Mentally, he tried to imagine himself somewhere else, as if it could erase the oncoming pain. Still, he did as he had been ordered, his eyes clearly locked on the brand the whole time, his expression unreadable under his bag. He watched as Black Hat removed the device of Flug's impending pain with a pleased look on his face, sinking back onto the bed as if trying to distance himself further, his throat nearly sandpaper.

The weight of what was about to happen seemed to be crushing his lungs, while his eyes slid from the red hot metal of the brand, to the approaching demon holding it. Part of him wanted to bolt at the mere sight of the brand while another part of him that won out suggested that running would only make things worse, since he knew Black Hat would catch him.

Before he’d even arrived at the bed, Black Hat snapped and manifested inky black tentacles, which shot out from under the bed to pin Flug down. Sure, Flug wasn't going to run away, but he was going to be in incredible amounts of pain, and nobody can control flinching. This brand was going to be perfect, even if he had to cover Flug entirely with his powers apart from the part to be branded.

Black Hat climbed atop the bed, holding the brand up so it didn't touch anything and start a fire, then straddled Flug. It was to give the best view and most careful application. He ran his hand over Flug's chest, keen eye tracking every muscle as he decided where he wanted the brand to go. He smirked as he made his choice, flipping the brand upside down, aligning it with a critical eye.

He aimed it over the center of Flug's chest, right above that rapidly beating heart. He only got one chance at this. He took a deep breath, steadying himself with some extra tendrils to keep his hands steady, and pressed it down on Flug's skin.

Flug screeched in pain the moment the brand touched his skin, attempting to jerk away from the pain on reflex only to remain frozen and trapped by the tentacles encasing him.

It felt as if liquid fire was spreading over the skin surrounding the forming wound, the flesh cauterizing near instantly under the intense heat, as the top layer of flesh just under the brand burned away. Whatever strange protection he seemed to have to chemicals and literally everything else faltered here, letting him taste the full force of the assault on his skin.

At some point his mind plunged into a point when all he could register was something along the lines of painpainpain and silent begging for it to stop.

Black Hat nearly lost himself… that screaming was exquisite. Truly some of the best he had heard in his many, many years, and definitely some of the most satisfying, especially with the sizzle and crack of the man's skin. He held the brand in place for just a few seconds, but he was sure that it would feel like an eternity. He pulled it up, amused when the burnt flesh stuck to the iron, then sent it away to the void.

Flug was dimly aware that he was sobbing by this point, and the pain felt like it was tearing right through his body, leaving him broken and weak. Suddenly, Black Hat’s hand pressed down over his forming scar, causing his voice to raise in pain once more- before cutting out and leaving him silent, his voice giving out after all his yelling.

Black Hat watched in amusement before Flug faltered and passed out- a touch disappointing, really. He sighed and stepped away, straightening his coat before walking out of the room, closing the door as he went.

He needed to get Flug a bite to eat once he awoke.

#villainous #black hat #flug #blackhat #pain #flug is hurt #burning #branding #paperhatcollection

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Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Six - Sunday and Monday

Sunday morning. The scientist awoke to the loud sounds of Papyrus and Undyne playing upstairs, and the sound of sizzling from a pan in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get you, Papy!!" Undyne yelled.

"No, you're not!!!" Papyrus yelled back louder, giggling. He could hear their feet pounding against the floor as they ran.

He sat up, putting his hand on the back of his neck and rubbing the sore area. Sans hadn't been kidding when he said the couch was uncomfortable. Gaster picked his glasses up, and put them on, looking into the kitchen. Sans was making breakfast, it seemed. The younger male didn't look too pleased to be awake, and he was only wearing an over sized tee shirt and boxers that went down to his knees.

"Oh, hey, you're awake!" Papyrus yelled, which surprised the scientist, and made him roll off the couch, landing on the floor and making an 'oof' sound on the way down. Sans looked over as Papyrus giggled and went to help Gaster up.

As soon as Gaster was back on the couch, he looked over to Sans again, who stared at the scientist curiously. He smiled a little. "Nice bedhead."

Gaster's cheeks flushed pink. Right, his hair always had been hell after sleeping. This sleepover thing was a bad idea, but it was already too late. He fixed his glasses. "Good morning."

"Technically, afternoon." Sans replied. He went back to cooking. "Do you like pancakes?"

"Pancakes are okay. I'm not very picky."  He replied. He rolled his neck, trying to get rid of the muscle ache he had developed. "What time is it?"

"Around noon." Sans answered. He looked over at Gaster, who stared at him. He stared back for a moment before going back to cooking again.

The scientist took in his surroundings, since he hadn't really had the chance to look around the other times he'd been here. It occurred to him that people usually didn't sleep at their co-workers' houses after the other had only been hired for a week. People didn't usually sleep on their employee's couch to begin with. This friendship thing was shaping up to be an interesting thing so far. Still, Gaster found himself wanting to get Sans a new couch. It seemed inhumane to let the shorter male keep this uncomfortable piece of furniture. Plus, it was ugly, and didn't compliment the red wallpaper. It bothered him.

When Gaster looked back towards, he found Sans staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, may I help you?"

Sans' cheeks seemed to flush pink, and he looked away. "Nah, was just trying to think of a joke to make about your bedhead."

It seemed like a suspicious, but Gaster didn't care enough to pry. It didn't really matter, in the long run.

~~~~~~~~~~

Gaster fixed his tie before he unlocked the lab, flipping the light switches next to the door, and looked at the wall clock. Seven fifty. Ten minutes before the shift started. His co-worker would walk in the door at any moment.

He worked on a few paper as he waited; complaints from people about the Core, concerns, other worthless documents that would be old news by ten. Everyone in the Underground had a short attention span.

When the door hadn't opened by eight o' five, Gaster became a bit annoyed at Sans. Five minutes late on the first day of his second week. Disgraceful. He made a note to lecture Sans when he got there. When the clock read nine thirty, Gaster started worrying about Sans, more so than being annoyed at him. His phone started ringing, and he checked the caller ID before clearing his throat, and answering. "Yes, hello?"

"Dr. Gaster, I checked the system, and it says your assistant hasn't clocked in to work yet." Asgore said. Gaster worked on documents as the King continued. "Do you know why that is?"

"Mr. Fontz appears to be late. His shift started an hour and a half ago, and he has yet to show up." Gaster answered. He looked at the clock again. Only a minute had gone by, but it had felt like ages.

"I heard there was an increase in crime rate in Snowdin. That is where he lives, correct?" Asgore asked. Gaster tugged at his collar.

"You don't suppose something happened to him, do you?" He asked nervously. There was a sound of papers rustling, and the King muttering.

"I have not gotten a report from anyone in the Guard about anything like that, but the guards in Snowdin are not exactly the hardest working bunch... Neither are the sentries. That whole town is honestly full of drunks, and bums. Which is why we have the most issue with Snowdin."

Gaster stood from his desk, fixing his glasses. "I think I'm going to go see for myself what's going on."

"Okay, but be careful." Asgore warned. "Good luck, Dr. Gaster."

"Thank you. Goodbye." The scientist replied. He pulled the phone away from his ear, and clicked the 'end call' button, before turning his phone off, and shoving it in his pocket.

The ferry ride to Snowdin seemed to take forever, and the Riverperson warning him in tongues wasn't exactly easing his mind. He was really starting to worry when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out. It was a text from Sans. That eased him a bit, until he read the message.

Sans 9:55 A.M.

sorry im late for work somethin happened can u come over plz

Gaster shoved the phone back in his pocket, getting off the ferry, and walking briskly to his assistant's house. When he arrived at the literal scene of the crime, Guards seemed to be arresting someone (he didn't recognize who), and Sans and Papyrus were standing outside the building; Papyrus talking to a Guard as Sans was leaned up against the house. Both brothers looked a bit banged up. Papyrus had a few cuts on his cheeks and forehead, all looking very minor compared to Sans' injuries. A medic seemed to be talking to him, but Sans didn't seem too interested in receiving medical help. Gaster pushed through Guards, sentries, medics, and neighbours until he got to his coworker, who looked up at him

The next few minutes were a blur, but soon the authorities had left and the only people that were there now were Sans, Papyrus, and himself. "What was all that about?" Gaster asked.

"A mean guy came into our house! He tried to take our stuff, and he hurt us!!" Papyrus answered.

"Sorry." Sans said. Gaster took notice that the smaller male had his arms wrapped around his midsection, and his shirt was soaked in blood.

"Sans, let me see your injury." Gaster said.

"It's just a tiny cut, I'm fine." Sans replied dismissively.

"Sans, this isn't a game. Show me."

"Let's just go inside." Sans said. He started limping inside; which just worried Gaster even more. Papyrus had already run inside, so the scientist followed his co-worker into his home. The smaller male limped toward the couch, and Gaster picked him up, making the smaller squeal and flush pink.

"I wasn't joking." Gaster said, laying Sans on the couch. "Now, are you going to show me the damage, or am I going to have to do it myself?"

"Fine, fine...! I'll do it..." Sans said. He looked at Papyrus. "Go upstairs, and straighten your room up, bro."

"Okie dokie!!" Papyrus said. He ran upstairs, and Sans lifted his shirt a little. He had a wound on his side that was very clearly bleeding out. Gaster's hands hovered over the wounds as green magic poured from them to the cut. Healing magic. Sans didn't make eye contact with Gaster as he worked on healing him.

"You could have bled out and died." Gaster said.

"I know." Sans replied quietly.

Despite himself, Gaster Checked his assistant's stats... Only to find that his HP was dropping. Not as if he was getting attacked, but his maximum cap HP had gone down from the usual twenty-five to fifteen. His Attack and Defense had dropped, too... Curious. "Why were you limping?"

"The guy who attacked us kinda... Pushed me down the stairs. I landed on my leg weird..."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sans." Gaster replied. One of his hands focused on his co-worker's leg, pouring healing magic into it. Healing magic could never do quite what a hospital trip could, but he had a feeling Sans wouldn't be able to afford a hospital bill.

Based on the dark circles under Sans' eyes, and the fact that he looked like he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, Gaster assumed Sans would need some good old time and patience in order to recover from everything that had happened this morning. He didn't bother the smaller male as his eyes closed and his head dropped, his breathing evening out and becoming rhythmic and slow.

Once he was sure his magic had done everything it could for Sans, Gaster pulled his hands away. He fixed his glasses as his gaze rest on his sound asleep assistant. Even after all that, the smaller male seemed determined to keep his hair in his face. If that wasn't the definition of stubborn, he wasn't sure what was. He sighed. Boy, wasn't today interesting so far?

((Woooooo finished this

Just a quick note that chapters are gonna be slow in the making, probably until the end of July. I'm visiting my home town right now, so I don't get on Wattpad/AO3/Tumblr very much. I think this is the most amount of time I've written this week alone.

If you have fanart, feel free to send it to me on DeviantArt, Tumblr, Instagram, Kik, or Facebook. Feel free to inbox me and ask me for my username on the specific site/app of your choice.

-Felix))

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an emotionally charged chap 35!!! @gigiree @luvclick @megatraven

first off, im very sorry about skipping last week i just REALLLYYYY wasn’t feeling writing i don’t even know why and i felt bad about it but here i am now wooooo!! in other news my oc story now has 20 pages and idk how to feel about that. it’s wild. 

also i say this chapter is emotionally charged because DANG. i didn’t mean for all the stuff to happen but it did and honestly when do i ever plan for these things to happen. but it gets a little intense. a lot intense. oops. forgive me

Read from the beginning/where it’s originally posted here.

Story description: They say that curiosity killed the cat. But it can do a whole lot more than that.

Chapter description: The lab holds a lot of memories and a lot of secrets. Marinette wants to know it all, but Chat is keeping it all in the bag for now.

Rated: T (because some things may not be suited for some audiences... teensy bit of injury and a whole lot of emotion for this chapter)

There was an awkward silence that stretched between the three of them. Marinette’s eye twitched. Chat’s ring beeped, and he looked down at it idly. Sabrina cleared her throat.

“You have a Miraculous, too, right Marinette?” she asked, and Chat shot her a glare. Marinette didn’t get why he seemed so bothered.

“I do,” she said, pulling out the yo-yo. She could see Sabrina’s eyes track the movement, and for a moment she wondered if she should’ve lied.

“I saw on my feed that yours is a bit primitive.” Marinette raised her eyebrows. Sabrina flinched. “Not that it’s a bad thing of course, but I could install some new features to help you out on the remainder of your journey. Like texting, social media, emergency jetpack, face time, and other stuff like that.”

One of those was not like the others, but Marinette decided not to comment on it. She looked over to Chat, who was staring at Sabrina, suspicion obvious in his every feature. “Would that be okay?” she whispered to him. She liked the idea of having some more back up on the yo-yo, but she wasn’t sure if she trusted the Royal Scientist to do that.

Chat raised his chin, looking down his nose at Sabrina. She shrunk back. He seemed to go through a moment of careful contemplation, and it looked like he figured out what would be best. “Only if I get to help.”

Meaning he’d watch and make sure Sabrina didn’t do anything weird.

Sabrina didn’t seem keen to the idea, but when Marinette nodded in agreement, she sighed. “Of course.” She reached for Marinette’s Miraculous, and Marinette looked over at Chat before setting it in Sabrina’s hands. “It’ll only take a moment. Follow me,” she said, beckoning to Chat.

They disappeared from Marinette’s view, and she heard a lot of loud banging and tinkering and a lot more bickering.

She could hear Chat’s low rumble of a voice, but it was the voice he used when he didn’t want to be heard, and it worked. Marinette couldn’t discern what he was saying. She could hear Sabrina’s voice loud and clear, though.

“What do you mean you haven’t told her?” she heard Sabrina demand. Her eye twitched, and she cursed the shocks that Chloe had administered to her system. “That’s important information, Noir.” There was a pause as Chat muttered his counter argument, punctuated by a rather loud bang. “Of course you don’t have to tell the specifics – you never tell anyone the specifics – but it wouldn’t hurt to talk about it for once!”

“Don’t lecture me like you know things,” Marinette heard Chat say. They were on their way back. “I’ll tell or not tell whatever I want to whomever I please.” He sounded more annoyed than pissed, and Marinette blew out a small sigh of relief.

When the two were once again in front of Marinette again, Sabrina handed the yo-yo to Marinette. It didn’t look different, but when Marinette had it in her hands, it seemed to weigh slightly heavier. Magic, probably.

“I added my phone number in there,” Sabrina said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, “just in case you need any help with any new functions or anything like that.”

“Gesture’s appreciated,” Chat said, narrowing his eyes at Sabrina. “But I’m right by her side, and I’m just as much of a scientist as you are.” Sabrina rolled her eyes but didn’t bother replying.

“Thank you, Sabrina,” Marinette said, placing the yo-yo back in her pocket. She ignored Chat’s look. “For everything.”

Sabrina blushed deeply, portions of her body turning invisible. She pushed her hair back behind her ear. “I’m- I’m, uh, going to the, um, bathroom.” She hurried away.

“You’re too nice to her,” Chat said immediately after Sabrina was out of sight.

Marinette slapped his arm. “She helped me through Chloe’s game show of death. We’re both alive because of her.”

Chat pouted for a moment, but he seemed to be grateful enough for Sabrina’s help, and he knew better than to argue with Marinette about that kind of stuff.

“So,” Marinette said, wandering over to Sabrina’s cluttered desk and moving a paper idly, “what’s that important information Sabrina thinks you should tell me?” Marinette was not an idiot. Her eye twitched again.

She was still pretending to be innocent, and when she looked over at Chat, he had his face turned up to the ceiling, a deep sigh in the process of going through his lungs. “It’s really nothing you should worry about.”

“I’ll worry about it anyway,” she said with a shrug.

“Really, Marinette,” he said, and she realized he was serious, “it’s better for everyone the less people know about it.”

Taking her hand off the desk, Marinette turned to face him. “Once this all blows over, and we’re all safe, will you tell me?”

He gave her a pained look then, and she realized there had been no question in her statement other than the one intended. There was going to be an afterwards for them, and she believed it. “I don’t know, bug. I don’t know.”

She frowned. “If this is about whether or not we’ll both live through this-”

“That’s not what it’s about,” Chat interrupted. “It’s just…” He trailed off, blowing out a breath and ruffling a hand through his hair. “Can we look around? I want to see the rest of the lab.”

It wasn’t the smoothest segue that Chat had ever come up with, and Marinette got the point. Whatever it was, Chat planned on keeping it under wraps for an indefinable amount of time.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling at him. Her eye twitched, and she ignored it. “Let’s look around.”

 ---

 The bottom floor was relatively bare save for the viewing screen by Sabrina’s desk, the hole that Chloe had made in the wall, and the bathroom that Sabrina had slipped into, but the top floor that they got to via the escalator seemed to be a bit more filled. It had several bookshelves of human history in different languages, and it also had bookshelves filled with fiction and comics. Those bookshelves had no label, and Marinette hoped those also weren’t considered human history.

Chat wandered through the room like a ghost, trailing his fingers over the bookshelves and the walls with a sad look on his face. To Marinette, the expression was bit… nostalgic.

She stood by what looked like Sabrina’s bed, her hand resting on the wall that opened up to the escalator going down. It had notches from a couple feet off the ground to just above Marinette’s height. She traced the notches, looking over to Chat, who was staring at a wall with that same nostalgic look.

“How long did you work here?” she asked, and Chat seemed to notice her presence for the first time since they’d arrived to the top floor.

He saw where she was standing and he drifted over to her, his fingers touching the notches in the walls. “Since I was a kid,” he said, and his fingers traced over some less deep scratches in the wall by a notch. The scratches formed a capital letter ‘A.’

“A kid?” Marinette asked, and her heart pulled at the nod that Chat gave her. He was lost somewhere in his memories, and now Marinette was understanding there were a lot of them here. She looked down at the notches near the floor.

They were height notches. To measure a kid’s growth.

“Chat…” She tried to catch his eye, her fingers brushing over the letter A beside the notch she’d been touching.

He had turned away from her, back to the wall he’d been staring at before. “This whole wall used to be a chalkboard, you know,” he said quietly. “My… my colleagues” – the word seemed to pain him – “used it for extra space, and they gave me extra chalk so that I could keep myself busy. They held a contest each week for best drawing, and I always won.” His bright green eyes seemed wet.

She moved to stand next to him, staring at the wall with him. She tried to imagine a little Chat drawing on the wall, winning drawing contests and making scientists smile. The thought made her lips turn up a little. “You liked it here?” she asked.

“I grew up surrounded by science and progress. By people that cared about the future, and… and cared about me.” He paused. Marinette didn’t trust herself to look over at him. She was afraid of what kind of face he was making. “I more than liked it. I loved it. The years I spent here were the best in my life.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. Marinette frowned. “You sound like you’d never want to leave. So why did you?” She finally worked up the courage to look at him. His bottom lip was trembling.

Before Marinette could act on her sudden urge to hold him, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “A lot of things went wrong. Some experiments failed, and my-my colleagues went rogue. They made a lot of mistakes, and it didn’t feel right for me to come back. It wasn’t safe.”

There was a lot of information that he was holding back; that much was clear. But Marinette got the feeling she shouldn’t press on specifics, no matter how much she wanted to know. “But you didn’t, um, go rogue, right?” The phrase felt strange on her tongue. She wondered what Chat meant by that. “Why was it dangerous to come back?”

Chat reached out, pressing his palm flat on the pale yellow wallpaper, as if by trying hard enough he would still be able to feel the chalkboard underneath. “When everything went to hell, my allies shifted, and so did my way of thinking. This lab worked towards hero work, and I used to believe in that, but it never seemed practical to me afterwards. I couldn’t call attention to myself by being a hero if I didn’t want to be killed. I didn’t go rogue the way my colleagues did, but I did turn my back on Plagg.”

When everything went to hell. Throughout all of Chat’s brief explanation, that was the one phrase that had stuck in Marinette’s head. She wondered if she’d ever know the full details of what had happened.

Closing her eyes, she pressed her hand on the wall beside Chat’s. It was a prayer, and it was a promise.

“I’ll be the hero,” she said, opening her eyes to look at Chat. “I’ll be the hero,” she repeated.

Chat laughed, shaking his head. “You already are.”

He took his hand off the wall.

---

 When they reached the bottom floor again, Chat started walking to go forwards, but Marinette turned back the way that they had come in. “Wasn’t there another path?” she asked, tugging on his arm. She really just wanted to go back to the save point that she remembered was there, both to get rid of the twitch she’d had ever since Chloe had electrocuted her and to save.

He frowned. “It should still be blocked off, and I don’t think even I’m charismatic enough to get them to leave.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Marinette said, already pulling him along with her. “And besides, the plan was for me to charm them away. Because we both know I’m better.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Chat said with a shrug.

It was a bad attempt at humor to lighten both of them up, and Marinette knew it. But Chat was obviously troubled by the sight of the lab and the memories it brought back, and Marinette didn’t like seeing that faraway look in his eyes. If he wasn’t going to tell her what was bothering him, she might as well try to make him feel better.

Before they stepped in front of the guards blocking the path, Marinette nudged the toe of her boot to the save point. Her twitch immediately went away and it felt like life had been breathed back into her shocked muscular system.

She hadn’t realized how much the electro-shock had affected her until it wasn’t affecting her anymore. She looked over at Chat, completely frozen next to her, that same troubled look on his face from before.

Pressing the ‘yes’ button, the world came back to life, and Marinette touched Chat’s arm. He looked over at her, raising his eyebrows and erasing that look from his face. “I have some food in the yo-yo if you need it. Since you got shocked.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Chat said, giving her a toothy grin. It didn’t reach his eyes.

“Don’t lie to me.”

His smile softened into something that wasn’t fake. “I’m being serious,” he said, taking her hand. “I heal fast.”

She gave him a once over, examining for twitches or signs of fatigue. All she got was the tired look in his eyes and the gentle downward slop of his shoulders that she recognized from the times when he was thinking too much. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

She eyed him a little more. Finally, she sighed. “Okay, I believe you.” She believed that he was physically fine, maybe in need of a quick catnap, but not mentally. But he didn’t want to talk about it – she could tell by the way he was avoiding her eyes.

Giving his hand a squeeze – one she hoped helped him know that she was there if he needed her – she stepped in front of the guards. “I’d like to go on this path.”

The two guards, faces covered and very different in terms of height, looked at each other. The taller one looked back at her and straightened. “We’re not supposed to let anyone through. Orders and junk.”

“Alya says there’s a human on the loose,” the smaller one piped in. He made a full-body gesture that seemed to go along with an eye roll that Marinette couldn’t see. “Which is ridiculous. It’s been years since a human’s been down here, and there’s no real way they would be able to survive this long, let alone get inside the Underground.”

Marinette felt a little proud. She looked back to Chat to share a nice look, but he was staring at the guards with his mouth open.

“Max?” he asked, walking up to stand beside Marinette and pointing at the smaller guard, who shifted uncomfortably. “Why are you part of the Royal Guard?”

“None of your business,” the taller guard said, shifting forward as if to shield Max from Chat.

“Didn’t ask you, Kim,” Chat said, barely offering the taller guard a glance. “Why are you a guard?” Chat asked again to Max.

“Because I want to be,” Max said, moving his head as if he was lifting his chin.

“Yeah, that’s a load of sh-”

“Chat,” Marinette interrupted, resting a hand on his arm. He pulled back, but he didn’t seem happy about it. “How about you explain to me what’s happening.” She was getting very tired of never knowing what was going on when Chat got upset.

“This guy,” Chat said, angrily gesturing to Max, “is a scientist.”

Marinette frowned. “But didn’t Sabrina say that she was the only one right now?”

“That’s because she is,” Max said, stabbing his spear into the ground and folding his arms. “I’m not a scientist, Chat.”

“You are! You love science. You told me that you wanted to be the Royal Scientist.”

There was no telling what kind of expression Max had on, but Marinette thought it might’ve been a mix between pity and embarrassment. “That was when we were kids. And besides, a lot has changed. You also said you wanted to be the Royal Scientist, and now here we are.”

Kim, the taller guard, looked down at Max with what seemed to be disbelief. “You wanted to be the Royal Scientist?” They all ignored him.

“You know why I couldn’t go back,” Chat said, shaking his head. “But it’s different for you.”

Max shook his head. “Listen, Chat, I was just as involved with the lab as you were” – Chat was already shaking his head again – “and I also believed in the old policies. I liked what we were doing before… Before we messed up.” A slight waver of confusion appeared in his voice. “I couldn’t do the experiments that King Plagg wanted, so I just left the lab.”

“You could’ve changed things!” Chat said. He was getting more upset. Marinette wondered if she should intervene.

“And what are you doing?” Max demanded, seemingly undeterred by Chat’s anger. “Being a bum in the Royal Guard, lazing around the entire Underground? It’s like you don’t even care that your p-”

“I knew my place,” Chat interrupted, his words a growl that Marinette imagined had scraped his throat coming out. “And you should’ve known yours. You could’ve stopped Plagg. You. Could’ve. Fought. Back.”

At the last word, green light burst from Chat’s body, surrounding him in a sickly green aura dotted with black that radiated a deadly heat. Marinette backed away from him, almost not recognizing him with the rage that had distorted his features.

Both Max and Kim had stumbled backwards, and Kim raised his spear towards Chat. “That’s enough,” Kim said, pointing the spear at Chat’s chest. Chat grabbed the shaft of the spear, but he didn’t do anything to actually start a fight. Where his hand was touching the spear, the metal started to look as if it were rusting and flaking away.

Kim turned his head to Marinette. “I’m sorry, little lady, but you’re going to have to leave.” He really did sound sorry, but when he turned back to Chat, she saw his amicable nature disappear. “And take Chat Noir with you.”

“I will. I’m very sorry,” Marinette said, easing back towards Chat, wary of his green and black aura. Glancing at the slowly decaying spear, she reached out to try and touch him, try and ease him away but the light burned her fingers. She yelped, pulling back.

Her yelp seemed to bring Chat back to himself because he let go of Kim’s spear and looked away from Max, finally looking over at Marinette. His aura disappeared immediately, and he reached towards Marinette.

She pulled away on instinct, her fingertips throbbing and burning. When she saw the intense wounded look of regret pull across his features, she reached forward again, but with her other hand. “Hey, hey,” she said, gently touching his arm, “let’s go, okay?”

“I’m so sorry,” Chat said as they started to walk away, back towards the lab. He sounded like he was about to cry. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Marinette looked down at her injured fingertips. It looked like the top few layers of skin had simply disintegrated, leaving behind a horrible mess of blood and what looked like bone. She shut her eyes tight and clenched her fist, ignoring the pain. “It’s alright. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not,” Chat said as they walked back into the lab, hanging his head. “I… I lost control. And I hurt you.”

The lab was still deserted, and Marinette looked around. There was a package of instant noodles on Sabrina’s desk next to a bunch of others, so Marinette took one and opened it up as quickly and quietly as she could. She broke off a little portion of the uncooked noodles from the square and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing on the dry noodles and watching as a new layer of pink, raw skin grew over the disintegrated bits of her fingertips.

She went back to Chat and hid the package of noodles behind her back, showing her newly healed fingers to Chat. “You did,” she admitted, making him look at her fingers. “But look. It’s not that bad.”

He looked up at her, his expression lost, and Marinette thought of the utter mess her fingers had been only a moment before. “It could’ve been, Marinette. It could’ve been really bad.”

“But it wasn’t,” Marinette said, lying a little bit. The sensation that had overcome her fingertips as soon as she had touched that green dotted black aura was unlike any other she had every felt. She was glad she had pulled away instantly, or else she felt like that disintegration would’ve spread throughout her whole body.

Shaking his head after staring at her for a moment longer, he ruffled a hand through his hair and walked ahead of her to exit the lab. She took that opportunity to stuff the noodles into the storage compartment of her yo-yo.

Jogging a little to catch up, Marinette caught Chat’s hand in hers, wincing a little as her new skin brushed against the leather of his glove. He seemed to almost pull his hand away, but she held firm, walking beside him.

“Can…” Marinette was almost afraid to continue, but she took a deep breath, gathering up her courage. “Can I ask what that aura was?” she asked. Chat’s steps slowed to a stop, bringing her to a stop as well, just outside of the lab.

He lifted their conjoined hands, keeping his eyes on that instead of her face. “Everyone down here holds a certain sort of magic.”

“Right,” Marinette said, nodding her head. “Akumas are basically made of magic.”

A small smile pulled at his lips, and his eyes flicked up to meet her gaze before going back to their hands. “Correct. Obviously I’m no exception. I’ve got some magic in me.”

“And that – that green and black light? That was your magic?”

Chat moved their hands so that he could see the ring on his ring finger. Marinette could feel it pressing into her skin. “It was some of it. A magician always has other tricks up their sleeves, right?”

“Right,” Marinette said. They didn’t start walking again. “Chat?”

“Hm?”

“What is your magic?”

He sighed, and his head dropped even lower than it already was. “It’s called Cataclysm.” There was a pause, and he released a small and bitter laugh. “Ha, get it? Cataclysm?”

Marinette didn’t think it was that funny, and neither did Chat.

“What does it do?”

Chat lifted his free hand, making sure it was away from both of them, and that same green and black aura burst to life around his hand, but it wasn’t like before. It only circled his hand, and he seemed to have total control of it. “This power can destroy anything I touch.” He looked up, finally holding her gaze. “It wasn’t just named for the pun. It can cause cataclysms.”

The aura around his left hand disappeared, and he dropped his arm. Marinette squeezed the hand she had a hold of, and then she brought his hand up to her lips, giving each knuckle on his hand a kiss. He shivered, dropping his head to touch their foreheads together.

“It seems like you can only cause cataclysms if you want to,” she murmured against his hand. “But you don’t want to.”

“Magic is an emotional force,” Chat whispered, and it seemed like that was the only volume of voice he could manage at the moment. “It can be affected by the user’s intense emotions, and it’s easy to lose control. I lost control earlier.”

Marinette gave his hand another kiss. “But you didn’t cause a cataclysm. You still had control, even if you thought you didn’t. You didn’t hurt anybody on purpose, and you didn’t destroy anything.”

That seemed to be exactly what Chat needed to hear. His breathing stuttered, and he brought their hands down. There was nothing between them except for their shared breathing space. Marinette could feel Chat’s breath brushing on her lips. She closed her eyes.

A loud ding sounded from Marinette’s pocket, and it startled the two of them apart.

Pulling out the yo-yo and sliding it open to the phone function, Marinette saw it was only a notification from a social media site that Sabrina had signed her up to. It looked like Sabrina had posted something about forgetting to watch Marinette and Alya’s fight.

Marinette blew out a breath, not sure of what to make of the situation. She combed her fingers through her bangs, trying to push down the blood that had rushed to her cheeks. “Sorry,” she said, not sure if she should apologize, but doing it anyway.

Chat cleared his throat, also running a hand through his hair. His ears twitched. His face looked a bit red. “It’s cool.”

How the hell was she supposed to clear the awkward air that now surrounded them? She was very sure that going back to whatever they had been about to do was out of the question, but she wasn’t sure where else to go.

She decided to go back to what they had been talking about before. “Don’t, uh, don’t akumas’ type of magic have something to do with how they turned? So, like, how-” She stopped, suddenly realizing in horror how intrusive that question was and mentally kicking herself for it.

“It’s a boring story, bug,” Chat said, placing an easy grin on his face and linking their arms. “You’d hate it.”

Marinette didn’t think that, but she was glad he seemed to not be offended by her stupid question. “Oh, really?” she asked, forcing herself to relax and not let her skin buzz where the sleeve of her sweater was making contact with the leather of his suit.

“Yes, really.” He started to walk forward, pulling her along until she matched her pace. “Now I believe we have a mission to complete.”

The thought of continuing to walk in this horrible heat made Marinette want to curl up on the spot. “Can’t we take a break?”

“You had your break. Ate some noodles and everything.” She gaped at him, and his grin softened a little as he winked at her. “And sweetheart, I do think we should save the world sooner rather than later.”

A grin of her own pulled at her lips, and she walked a little closer to him. “Darling, I couldn’t agree more.”

#miraculous tale #miraculous tale fic #EVIL LAUGHTER #yeah i know it's torture but despite the fact that i don't plan for stuff like this i do have a good plan of the general idea #which includes the certain moment that did not happen but could've here #so it's all in good time my friends #actually i think it might be soon #but knowing how long it takes me to do stuff idk #this chapter was all about chat oops #but that's okay i like hinting at all the stuff he had to go through #im actually thinking about making a prequel of sorts to explain what happened (because either way im explaining what happened) #(i just was never sure how) #but we'll see #and get it get it #in the chap description it's that cat out the bag saying stuff #HA im hilarious #im going on vacation tomorrow too and im what the kids calll HYPED #me and my family are going to HARRY MOTHER HECKIN POTTER WORLD #IM SO EXCITED AAAAA WERE GONNA GET OUR WANDS AND DRINK BUTTERBEER AND BE NERDS AND ITLL BE GR E A T #my whole life has been leading up to this moment tbh #if they ever make a percy jackson world you can bet my ass will be there #speaking of pjo #have you guys heard of the pjo muscial???? it apparently is a thing and ive heard clips of some of the songs and IM CRY #ITS SO BEAUTIUFL #like the first song is so. aaaaAAAAAA #I DIDN'T WANNA BE A HALFBLOOD (COOL GUITARS AND STUFF) #they're selling CDs with all the songs and tbh i want one #no. i NEED one #i want to see the musical but im not sure if they're still making rounds or if i missed my chance in which case. bye im dead #maybe i can watch a bootleg but i wanna support the cast and the beautiful people who made it

[avenging-fics]

Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (9/15)

AU Summary: Y/N’s powers had a reaction to the Hulk which resulted in Dr. Banner’s resurfacing. 

Notes: brucetasha is real on this fic. just a heads up ok. if you don’t ship it, well then. i dont know what to tell you, bud. this crap works in my fic so yeah. im a huge shipper for buckynat but im sucking it up for this series. ok cool

Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

MASTERLIST

“Natasha!”

Y/N called out as she ran up to the top of the tower where Steve, Tony and Natasha were. All three pairs of eyes looked at her and they knew that something was wrong. Tony dropped the iron man arm he was working on and the smiles in Steve and Nat’s faces disappeared.

“We found him.”

“What?” Tony asked as Natasha froze in place.

Y/N nodded. “We found Banner.”

Then, as fast as she can, Natasha shot up and almost sprinted towards the quinjet outside. With everyone else following behind her, Steve told Y/N to follow her and keep her company while he and Tony get suited up for a mission and find Barton. Banner was their friend and a valuable team member. There was no way the Avengers wouldn’t go to get him.

Inside the quinjet, Natasha was awfully quiet but Y/N knows just how much thoughts running through her mind on their way to god knows where.

“Commander Hill, we’re in the quinjet on the way.” Y/N said as she called to report.

“Dr. Banner is located near the eastern piers. Coordinates are being sent to your jet.” she responded back, urgency in her voice as well. Everyone is on high alert today.

“Copy that.”

“Agent Y/L/N, one more thing.” Hill said. “He’s on code green.”

Natasha locked eyes on Y/N and her pupils dilated.

The Hulk is out.

“Agent Romanoff, still remember the lullaby?” Tony’s voice suddenly shot up in their comms unit as Y/N saw him fly beside the quinjet while another one flies behind Natasha and Y/N. It was probably Clint and Steve.

Y/N heard the Black Widow whispered under her breathe.

“Couldn’t forget it.”

Then when they were closing in on the destination, an explosion were seen from below the ground. He’s wrecking havoc. They have to be quick.

Natasha landed the jet in a wide parking lot near the commotion and ran outside so fast. Y/N followed her and felt a strong sense that something was coming towards them and the people fleeing from the scene.

“Nat, watch out!” she shouted as a mangled car came flying towards them. Y/N concentrated all her magnetic powers to stop the car and drop it somewhere there’s no civilians. But then as the car was in midair a huge green fist punched through it, breaking it in half revealing an angry giant face, raging and roaring.

Y/N gasped as she turned around and saw all those people behind her, cowering in fear. They’ll be killed if they don’t get in a safe place, and soon. She looked at the person beside her and was shocked at how frozen Natasha was. But there was no fear in her eyes.

This hulk was Bruce.

Then Tony came flying from above them and landed beside Agent Romanoff, and opened his mask.

“Bruce.” he breathed, keeping his gaze at the hulk in front of him, relieved to his his friend for a long time. The giant roared once more and that’s when Natasha finally moved. She stepped closer to him and slowly held out her hand.

“Hey, big guy.” she said, almost making her voice crack. “Sun’s getting real low.”

Y/N couldn’t look away. She was entranced by the whole scene with the Hulk and Natasha. But when she felt someone tapped her shoulders, Y/N turned around to see Captain America with his costume and shield.

“Steve, those people–”

“Are all safe now. I led them away from this block to the next. Don’t worry.” he said, then he looked at the rest of his team with Agent Romanoff and Hulk at the center. His team was with him again.

They watched as Natasha smiled with unshed tears in her eyes while the strong green giant stepped away and transformed into a half naked man with black curly hair and a scruffy beard. Dr. Bruce Banner was back.

******

“Is this better than the last one?”

“Well, subject number 247 has stable vitals, no complications on health even with a more concentrated amount of grav—-”

“I don’t care about it’s health.” he raised his voice. “Is this one better than her?”

The assistant shuddered and stepped back a bit, wide-eyed at the man beside him. He gulped before speaking, afraid of another outburst from the lead scientist on this facility. “Subject number 247 exceeds all of our expectations unlike the lost subject number 109, sir. She’s better in every way.”

He grinned, so maliciously and turned around, walking back to his office. He chuckled darkly and took out an old photo from his coat.

“Tessa, we did it.”

The ride back to the tower was no doubt one of the most awkward the whole team has been. Even with Thor not present, the ambiance was electrifying and a single wrong move can cause riot. It was so since Dr. Banner boarded the plane with Stark, Y/N and Agent Romanoff as Captain Rogers and Barton used the other jet.

It was silent and Tony, having taken off his helmet, had a great idea to whistle as his friend sitting across from him shook his head and stared at the ground. Bruce was given a shirt and a pair of pants when he transformed back. he didn’t really say anything else. The doctor just accepted the clothes and willingly turned himself in, ashamed for the damage he had done back in Sweden. Stark took care of it, of course. But still Banner felt responsible even if the hulk wasn’t his fault.

Y/N also noticed how pale Natasha’s knuckles were on the controls. She was gripping too hard. One would think that after the lullaby they’d be running into each other’s arms but Natasha was expressionless when Bruce took a glance at her. She’s willing herself to not make anyone see her true emotions.

When they landed back at the tower, Steve and Clint were already there waiting with Thor who just arrived as soon as he heard the news about Banner. Tony stepped out of the jet and immediately deactivated his suit. Natasha went out quick with Y/N following behind her, leaving Dr. Banner the last one to get out the jet.

He walked cautiously with Stark as he was given a room to change into something else and have a shower. No one else said anything else after that. They just all went into the conference room and waited until Bruce was ready to explain everything.

“Anybody want a drink?” Tony asked as walked towards the bar, taking out a bottle.

“I’ll have one.” Clint said when no one else did or at least moved from their places. Thor was sitting on the couch with the hammer by his side while Steve sat across from him. Natasha was near the glass windows staring into nothing and Y/N was standing near the doors, keeping watch over everyone.

These are the Avengers. They were a team. And now that the missing member resurfaced again, everyone was curious as to why.

Why did Banner come back and why did he left? Although the latter was mostly the question Natasha need answered.

Soon, the doors opened and Dr. Banner entered wearing his own clothes and a forced smile towards his teammates.

“Hey.” he said.

Tony stepped forward with a glass in hand. “We’re all ears, Banner. Lay it on me.”

Bruce cleared his throat and walked inside their circle. “I was going back in forth in Norway and Sweden, actually. I used your stealth tech to hide myself away from…..well, everyone.”

Natasha flinched and turned around to look at him. Bruce saw this and had an apologetic look in his face. He felt so terrible about her.

“You left because you wanted to hide?” she said, her voice filled with pain and disbelief. It was horrible seeing Black Widow like this. “You left the team, Bruce. You left us.”

“I..I’m sorry, Natasha. Truly, I just…”

Clint stepped forward and grabbed hold of his bestfriend’s arm. “Nat, calm down.”

She shrugged him off anyway and focused her eyes on Bruce. “We could’ve fixed everything. We could’ve worked things out. Yet you left because of some stupid fear.”

“It’s not stupid! I could have hurt you!” Bruce raised his voice, which made everyone in the room tense and stood up ready for whatever. He looked around him and sighed. His only friends still see him as a threat. As a time bomb, ready to explode.

Bruce shook his head and slumped. “Honestly, I didn’t want to come back.”

“Then why did you?!” Natasha yelled.

“BECAUSE OF HER!”

Everyone followed where Banner was pointing at.

It was Y/N.

“What?” Steve asked.

“I—The other guy sensed something. I don’t know how to explain it. It was like a strong presence pulling me to her.”

Y/N gasped. “Like magnets?”

Is this true? The hulk had a reaction to her power that caused him to transform. What is the explanation for this? And why now? Y/N had her powers before so why did it trigger something?

That’s when Tony stepped out of the room muttering. “We need to run some tests.”

******

Agent Romanoff was rarely bothered by anything. And if she was, she had a great talent for hiding it. She was an agent. It was a job qualification, after all.

But when her heart is bursting with so much emotion, she craves the feel of a gun firing in her hand towards someone deserving of it.

But she can’t do any of that right now because the door to her private room at the tower just opened.

“Natasha, please, listen to me.” Bruce said, with his hands in front of him, anxious and steady.

She clenched her jaw. “What are you doing here?”

“Please let’s just talk. I really want to make things okay.”

“Okay? Bruce, we were never okay. We were broken from the start. And if I remember correctly, we never did have a beginning.” she seethed, fury taking over her brain. “You ended us before we could even start.”

Bruce sighed and nod slowly. “I know. I’m sorry. I hurt you.”

“You left me.”

“Tash—”

“And you didn’t want to come back.”

“I was a liability.”

“You were an Avenger.”

Then in a swift motion, Bruce stepped forward and grabbed Natasha’s waist, claiming her lips before she could even react.

He pushed all of his love into her and it was more than enough to tame the rage in her. Natasha softened and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much love as he did. He accepted everything from her and they were lost in each other. They were finally together and this is what they’ve always wanted.

When they pulled away, Bruce was staring into her eyes as if he just found a cure to all evil. And she was so filled with love that she never knew she was capable of. It was overwhelming and beautiful at the same time.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered.

Bruce smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m running with it. With you.”

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