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Magic and Miracles - Chapter 11

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 11!

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Summary: He sighed in relief only to tense up when he noticed the expression on Logan’s face.

“What happened?”

“We need a miracle.”

Warning/s: food mention, minor violence.

Characters: Logan, Virgil, OCs, Roman, Remy, Remus, Patton, Janus.

Tag List: @theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

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11 | Danger Unknown

Once Virgil and Logan returned to the room, Virgil made a request not to be disturbed and they put up a magical barrier to keep anyone from using enchanted items or spells to spy on them. The group was sitting in the living area, with the tv turned off, and trying to come up with a plan of action, or at least a logical theory as to what is happening. So basically, they were stuck with no idea as to what was going on or what their next move should be.

Logan frowned. “Could these events be connected? Virgil’s parents and grandmother both being essentially missing.”

Remy shrugged. “Possibly. Right now though we’re just guessing.”

“I think that our next move is more obvious than we think,” Remus declared. “We need to find Virgil’s grandmother.”

Roman nodded. “But where to start?”

Remus shrugged. “Her room?”

“Whether she’s there or not though, they’ll have guards stationed there to keep up the ‘she’s sick and quarantined’ charade.” Janus pointed out.

“Oh! What if we use the teleportation spell?” Patton proposed.

“Would that even work in this realm?” Willow wondered. “And what if they have some kind of magic barrier like we have here?”

“Virgil, is there anyone who you would trust to tell you the truth about what’s happening? The best thing we can do is find a reliable source to inform us what’s going on.” Remy said.

Virgil sighed. “The Earl was my grandmother’s closest advisor, and I don’t think we can trust him at all.”

“What about the reporters? You said they give news to the people of this realm, so surely they would have some information,” Logan reasoned.

Virgil perked up. “I don’t know how reliable they’d be, but I guess that’s a start. We’d need to comb through the news channels on TV.”

“Ooh, I can do that. I figured out how to use the remote properly,” Patton proudly stated.

“I could do some reconnaissance. Like covertly listening in on what people say to each other,” Willow suggested.

“I can help keep you hidden while you’re doing that,” Janus added.

“Roman and I could also do some covert reconnaissance. Our hearing isn’t as good as Willow’s but it’s still pretty sharp,” Remus stated.

Virgil nodded. “Alright, Pat can look into what’s on the news while Remus, Roman, Janus and Willow act as our spy teams. Logan and I have left the room before, so we can go out again and try to see my grandmother or at least fake that we’re doing that to see how well her room is being guarded.”

Remy frowned. “Hang on kids. If there is something going on, I would like to get us out of here as soon as possible. You shouldn’t be getting too deep into stuff like this.”

“It’s dangerous, but we knew this was going to be risky when we agreed to it. And, really, this might be our safest option considering how the Earl was trying to convince Virgil to go back home.” Logan noted.

Remy sighed. “If you really need to check in on the queen, then I may know a spell that can help. But it’s difficult for normal mages to cast.”

The group exchanged curious glances. “What is it?”

“Mind linking,” Remy stated. “It’s a high-level spell that can allow a person to link their consciousness to someone else. You can’t do a full connection unless two people are doing the spell with each other, but there’s a way to use the spell to specifically disconnect one’s consciousness for a time in order to find other minds in the space around you. Aka this building. The spell goes through all kinds of loopholes and can work even inside or through magical barriers, but the caster needs a proficiency in mind magic…”

“So, theoretically, I could cast the spell?” Virgil asked.

“Yes, but another rule is you can’t cast the spell onto yourself.”

“You could cast it onto me though,” Logan said.

“I was actually thinking I could take the spell,” Remy declared.

“I think Logan should do this. If Pat’s watching the news, the twins, Janus, and Willow are out spying, and I’m maintaining this spell, then it would probably be a good idea to have someone checking news sites online, and we don’t have time to teach Logan about the internet,” Virgil pointed out.

“Inter-net? Is it some kind of magical net you catch information with?” Roman asked.

“Like I said, we don’t have time to introduce you guys to it. Maybe later though.”

Remy sighed. “Alright. But we’re going to need to go into full detail with this plan…”

The team did plan things out as best they could. Virgil explained to the spy team how to navigate the building. After that, Roman, Remus, Janus and Willow went to the elevator, casting invisibility spells on themselves that would make it so only they could see/detect each other, then went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, Remy showed Patton which channels were for the news and gave Logan the instructions for the Mind spell. Pat made notes on everything that was being said on TV in a small black notebook and once Remy finished instructing Logan he found a tablet to use the internet on.

“Remember, I’m only able to keep this up for five minutes, then you’ll be pulled back into your body,” Virgil said. “You know where to go?”

Logan nodded. “I’ll be fine, Virge. We can both pull this off.”

Virgil nodded. “Okay. You might want to lie down then.”

Logan laid down and closed his eyes as the spell was cast. He could feel as the magic flowed through his body like a gentle wave washing over the shore. For a moment he thought that the spell had failed since nothing else changed, but then he sat up and opened his eyes only to realise that he was outside of his own body. More specifically, he was floating just above his body like a ghost.

He felt suddenly excited at this discovery. It was like he was now a ghost completely disconnected from his physical form. A glance over to Virgil however reminded him of the current urgency of his mission. He was watching Logan’s body with a particular concern. Right now he had no idea what was happening to Logan and it was worrying him a great deal.

Logan wanted to reassure him in some way, but this form wouldn’t really be able to do that, so instead, he focused on finishing his task so that when Virgil pulled him back he would have some useful information. He floated up to the ceiling and then phased through it like it was nothing more than a cloud of fog. He navigated his way literally through the building quickly until he came to the hall outside of the queen’s bedroom.

There were indeed a pair of guards outside the door, but no one else seemed to be on this floor. Logan phased through the door and looked around if anyone was there. The room was lavishly decorated in silver and lavender tones, with a pair of ornate wardrobes on either side of a large vanity table, a wall to wall bookshelf, and a large king-sized bed. In the bed, someone was laying down.

On closer inspection, Logan found that the someone was a fae woman with long tresses of silver hair that was spread out all over her pillows. She looked weak and sickly, with cold sweat on her forehead. Logan reached out to touch her so he could hopefully see into her mind when a voice from behind him said.

“Hello.”

Logan whipped around to find the spirit of the woman in the bed standing behind him. “Gah!”

“Oh, sorry darling, I didn’t mean to scare you there. You came looking for me, right?”

“Queen Valeria?”

“The one and only!” The woman said with a smile before her face turned serious. “You’re my grandson’s friend. Correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then I need you to get him out of here. Immediately. Tell my son what’s going on here so that he can save the rest of this world before it’s too late for the others. I won’t last long enough to see him again...”

“I- no, your majesty I don’t really know what is happening but I’m sure that Virgil will not leave if you’re going to-- to die.”

“Child, there is no way to save me. All of you need to go to Nico and explain to him that Earl Ynclementia has overthrown me. Then he’ll know what to do next once my powers transfer to him.”

“Ma’am… Prince Nico and King Thomas have both disappeared. They were attacked by an unknown spellcaster during a meeting and no one knows what’s happened to them or where they vanished to.”

Valeria paled. “No… then Ynclementia’s plan was successful. That’s just all the more reason for you to get Virgil out of here. If he receives my powers then… it all will fall to him…”

Logan felt a lump in his stomach at the realisation of what she meant. With his parents gone and his grandmother dying, Virgil would be forced to take rulership over both humans and fae. Except the fae realm has been stolen by the earl, and if Virgil reveals his heritage without his parents support, then lord knows what might happen.

The people could rise against him in fear. Dethrone or even kill him. Even if he were completely accepted as half-fae, they could still try to take away his throne on the excuse he was underaged and possibly didn’t have the necessary training to rule in his fathers’ steads.

“Your majesty, there must be something we can do. If you’re here outside of your body then surely there’s still time to heal you.”

“Dear, I don’t have much time left. The spell I’m using to keep myself alive will be gone soon enough. Nothing but a miracle could save me now. Please, my only wish is that Virgil is safe. Take him home and… tell him to destroy the porthole. Right now, I’m using a spell to keep Ynclementia here, but once I’m gone he will try to take over your realm as well. That cannot happen.”

“No, there has to be something. There has to be a way to save you.”

“As I said, nothing but a miracle could do that.”

Logan looked down at his feet sorrowfully, then an idea struck him. “A-a miracle. Like the mythical creature, Miracle?”

Valeria gave a short laugh. “I doubt there are any of those just walking around in your realm, much less this one.”

“But if we found one, it could save you?”

“Well, they’re supposed to have boundless knowledge of the universe, so possibly. But it’s impossible to find one. Please just… just get Virgil away. Right now he’s going to need good friends more than ever.”

Valeria stared sorrowfully at the painting above her door. Only now Logan noticed it. A large portrait of Valeria, Thomas, Nico, Tanya, Dune and Virgil, all together smiling happily. If the queen died now then Virgil really would need friends. His fathers were completely missing and neither Tanya nor Dune could leave the forest. In the castle, facing the duties of ruling a kingdom, Virgil would be completely alone.

Logan couldn’t let that happen.

He tried to say more to Valeria but he felt that his soul was being pulled back. As his vision faded he heard Valeria say one more time, “Take him home.”

Barely a blink and a breath later, his consciousness returned and Logan found himself back in his body, with Virgil staring at him in concern. He sighed in relief only to tense up when he noticed the expression on Logan’s face.

“What happened?”

“We need a miracle.”

Virgil tugged on his hood. “Is it that bad?”

“No, well, what I mean- ugh, do you remember Remus’s dream?”

“That one about the giant bagel?”

“No, the recurring one. That one that started on our vacation.”

“Oh, the nightmare.”

“Yes, that. To save the person, we needed to find the miracle that time left behind, right?”

“I’m with you so far.”

“I think that that dream was very literal…”

An hour later, the group was reunited and once again stuck thinking of what to do next. Logan explained everything that happened with Valeria, leaving Virgil terribly distressed, and then the spy team returned with the news that Ynclementia planned to use them as hostages since the plans to get rid of Virgil’s parents and assassinate Virgil ‘failed’.

“Assassinate me?”

Willow nodded. “That’s what a rockslide was. The agent Ynclementia sent must have believed they killed you then went off to get your parents.”

“And now Ynclementia thinks both plans failed so he needs you as a hostage to use against your fathers.” Janus sighed.

“The news isn’t giving me any hope either,” Remy stated. “It seems that they’ve… erased the queen. Like she or any of your family never existed. They’ve made it look like Earl Imbecile has always been in power and no one is speaking up about it.”

Patton nodded. “From what I’ve seen on TV they’re scared to even talk about him. Whenever they refer to anything he’s done or is doing, they have this terrible fear in their eyes.”

“Then it isn’t like they’ve been brainwashed or anything. They’ve been traumatized.” Roman theorised.

Remus chewed on her fingernails. “We need to get out of here.”

“Well, it’s not like we can just walk out of the place.” Janus declared. “They would lock us up for real if they caught us.”

“A porthole,” Willow said. “We can use a porthole to get ourselves back to the realm porthole and go home.”

“You pointed out earlier that kind of magic might not work in this realm.” Roman reminded them.

“Well, yeah, but how many successful spells have we used now?”

“Okay true.”

The group used a porthole to get themselves back to the realm porthole, then went through the second porthole and found Tanya, Dune, and a few other pixies waiting for them. Tanya looked at Virgil with a worried expression. She could already tell that something had gone wrong.

“Virgil?”

“...We need to close the porthole.”

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teenwolffanclub-me · 4 years

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Season 1, Episode 12: Code Breaker

Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader

Warnings: two very justified character deaths

Notes: I feel like I blacked out and now we’re somehow on the last episode. Not sure how that happened so fast but here we are. Just prepare yourself bc this one is entirely too long but I didn’t want to do two parts 🤷‍♀️

Does anyone want me to continue with Season 2? Please let me know bc I won’t do it unless people are actually interested.

I also wanted to give a shoutout to everyone who has sent me nice comments and showed love on this series. It’s meant the absolute world to me!

Okay now let’s get some closure!

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I walked through the hallways of the high school, using every ounce of willpower I could muster to keep my eyes firmly planted in front of me.

The pressure of dozens of curious stares weighed on my back as I made my way toward the lockers briskly. From the moment I walked through the doors a few minutes ago, all eyes had been on me. I squared my shoulders and forced my head to remain up high.

If people wanted to gossip, they could go right ahead.

My pace quickened as I heard the unmistakable sound of judgmental whispering behind me. I pinched my eyes shut tightly and tried my best to block out the irritating noise. I just wanted to get my books and go to class. At least there, I would see Scott, Stiles, and Allison.

Once I reached my locker, I shakily dialed in my code and popped the small metal door open. I instantly stumbled back, my eyes going wide as a shit ton of dirt came spilling out. I stood still for a few seconds, blinking slowly as I tried figuring out what the hell just happened.

With a frown, I wiped my hands against my jeans, which were now covered in the stuff. My eyes flickered down toward the pile of soil on the tiles in front of my feet, my brows furrowing in confusion.

How the hell did that much dirt get into my locker? How did any dirt get into my locker?

I glanced around the hall slowly, anxious to see my classmates reactions. I was already the weird girl after everything at the dance. I didn’t want to be the even weirder girl who keeps dirt in the locker.

A surprised breath left my lips as I saw that the halls were now completely empty. I turned all the way around, peering in both directions, but there wasn’t a single soul here with me. My head started pounding and I winced at the unexpected sensation before rubbing at my temples gently.

I swiveled back toward my locker, wanting nothing more than for this day to be over. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this yet. I instantly froze at the sight of a single purple flower sitting in the middle of the dirt pile. I was almost certain it hadn’t been there a moment before.

My heartbeat thrummed loudly in my ears as I reached a trembling hand inside the small space. I tentatively plucked the plant, which I easily recognized as wolfsbane, out of the soil. My eyes flickered around the purple leaves and long, green stem as my confusion only grew.

Just then, an ear piercing scream echoed through the halls. I whipped around, instantly going rigid when I saw that I was no longer in the school, but standing in the middle of the lacrosse field.

I glanced around the empty stadium, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Did I suddenly develop the ability to teleport? Or was I losing my damn mind? My eyes trailed downward as I felt cool air brush against my legs. My breath hitched as I saw that I was wearing my formal dress. The navy fabric was covered in blood and dirt, the strap on my left shoulder torn to shreds.

A bolt of fear licked up my spine as I heard rustling directly in front of me. My gaze slowly swept upward before landing on a pair of glowing red eyes that were illuminated in the shadowy distance. My eyes pinched shut as terror coursed through me when they started moving closer.

“It’s not real.” The mantra was a shaky whisper as my body trembled. “It’s not real. It’s not—”

Just then, my eyes jerked open on their own accord. I bolted upright with a harsh gasp, my throat constricting painfully as I sputtered and coughed a few times. One of my hands came up to clutch at my chest as I tried desperately to catch my breath.

Only a split second passed before Stiles flailed into a sitting position beside me. He whipped his head from side to side with wide eyes, as if searching for the cause of my panic. Once his attention landed back on me, he instantly pulled me into his chest and began murmuring lowly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” One of his hands rubbed at my back while the other cradled my head against him.

“Lydia...” I gasped, my breath coming out in quick, trembling spurts. The dream had been some sort of vision or clue...it just had to be.

“Lydia’s alright, okay? They’re gonna find her.” Stiles’ fingers threaded through my hair and massaged my scalp soothingly.

“What? What is it? What happened?” Scott’s head suddenly popped up at the foot of my bed, his hair so messy it looked like he’d been hurled through a tornado.

“Another nightmare.” I breathed, feeling my heartrate dropping back down to normal as Stiles’ hands continued rubbing against me gently.

Scott sighed from the floor, his shoulders sagging in relief. One of his hands came up to massage the back of his neck and he grimaced uncomfortably. “Cool. Is it my turn on the bed yet?”

“You can curl up down here if you want, like a good puppy.” Stiles smirked at his own joke as one of his hands left me to point toward our feet.

“Scott, just go sleep in your own bed. It’s literally right there.” I gestured to my window, which faced his, and slowly pulled away from Stiles.

As much as I would love to stay in his arms forever, I had to learn to get ahold of myself on my own. They couldn’t keep babying me. Both of them had done nothing but obsess over my health from the moment I was discharged out of the hospital two days ago.

Scott had refused to leave my side since I’d gotten home, other than the brief moments he made appearances in his own house so that his mom knew he was still alive. He insisted it was to keep an eye on me, and that was partially true, but he was also basically in hiding right now.

Jackson, being the wonderful friend that he is, somehow found the time to tell Mr. Argent that Scott is the beta they’ve been looking for, kindly adding on to our reasons-life-is-currently-terrible list.

“And let you guys have all the fun without me?” Scott mumbled sarcastically and leaned back to lay on the pillow and blanket I’d set up for him on the hardwood floor.

This had been our routine for two days. Mom banned me from having any visitors while I recover, but that hadn’t stopped Scott from staying or Stiles from sneaking in after school. Each night, I could barely make it through a few hours of sleep at a time before jerking awake from yet another nightmare. Or maybe they were visions. I honestly had no idea.

My days had also been...weird, to say the least. Most of the time, it was hard to tell whether or not I was awake. My sense of reality was seriously fucked up. I was having almost constant visions and dreams, and they never made any sense. It felt like my subconscious was trying to tell me something, but in another language I had yet to learn.

Lydia was still missing, and I was beyond worried sick. Sheriff Stilinski and the entire police department had searched every square inch of Beacon Hills over the course of the last two days, and hadn’t found a single trace of her.

Aside from that shitshow, I also hadn’t spoken to Allison since the last time I’d seen her at the dance. No one had, actually.

Scott—when he wasn’t fawning over me—was losing his mind because apparently while I was being a dumbass and getting myself bitten, Mr. Argent somehow made him shift in front of Allison. Then, he shipped her and Kate off to an undisclosed location until further notice.

I’d sent her a few texts since being home, but she only responded once. The words had replayed in my mind over and over for several hours after reading them as I tried figuring out an acceptable response.

You knew the whole time, didn’t you?

I eventually decided not to answer at all. What could I say? I’d kept something huge from her, although it was never really my secret to tell anyway. She had every right to be pissed off. I wanted to address it in person and, honestly, didn’t have the mental capacity to worry much about it right now.

I blinked a few times, feeling myself come back from my dazed thoughts as Scott and Stiles’ voices fluttered back to my ears. I’d been doing that a lot, too. Getting lost in my mind for several minutes at a time, if not longer. I felt a curious gaze on my face and took in a slow, deep breath before lifting my head to meet Stiles’ eyes.

My heart clenched uncomfortably in my chest at the look he was giving me. It was the same expression that had been etched into his face ever since I’d woken up in the hospital. It was like he was afraid I would try to kill him at any given moment, while simultaneously worrying that I’d suffer a mental break or croak on the spot.

I heard the rumbling sound of snoring from the floor and knew that Scott was already out cold again.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” I sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted. I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table, noting with a regretful wince that it was three in the morning. He had school in only a few hours.

Stiles’ eyes inspected me tenderly, rounding with concern as he reached out to tuck a stray clump of hair behind my ear gently. “I wasn’t sleeping. You stole my pillow, so...”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He apparently couldn’t sleep without the thing and had brought it with him each night. It was quite possibly the most adorable thing ever.

“I’m still sorry.” My voice was barely above a whisper as I looked down toward my lap and fidgeted with my fingers.

Ever since I was bitten I’d felt...different. Like a burden. Out of control. It was as if my mind was warring with itself all day, every day. I had a constant nagging fear that I was forgetting something important. It was like it was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn’t remember.

Stiles leaned toward me slowly and cupped my cheek before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. His fingers trailed down to brush against the side of my neck before tangling in the hair at the base of my skull. His free hand came up to the other side of my head and he pulled it down against his chest. My eyes fluttered shut as a sigh left my lips.

A sense of peace always washed over me when he was near. Despite everything going on, all it took was a small touch to quiet my racing mind. I felt myself relaxing, if only slightly, in his arms. A moment later, I leaned back to look at him again, my stomach fluttering at the intense gleam of worry shining in his caramel eyes.

“There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?” My voice broke and I furrowed my brows as traitorous tears filled my eyes. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to feel sorry for myself. I wanted to get better.

Stiles glanced fleetingly at the place where Peter had bitten me, but jerked his attention back to my face quickly, probably hoping I hadn’t noticed. “Whatever it is...we’ll figure it out.”

Somehow, his response wasn’t all that comforting. I didn’t doubt for a second that he’d be there for me every step of the way as I went through whatever this was. I’d watched how he helped Scott during the early stages of his transformation, and it was admirable. But I didn’t want there to be anything wrong. I didn’t want there to be anything different about me.

I just wanted to be normal.

“C’mere...” Stiles opened his arms and I couldn’t help but instantly fall into them.

He pulled me tight against him and leaned back, snagging his pillow from my side of the bed on the way down. My eyes fluttered shut as I laid there on top of him, my legs between his and my head resting above his heart.

I listened to the steady rhythm of his pulse, feeling it lull me to sleep within seconds.

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I leaned back against my headboard, adjusting the book that rested atop my knees. My bottom lip was tucked between my teeth anxiously as I flipped another page. I narrowed my eyes as they swept over the words, urging my mind to comprehend them. I just couldn’t. I was way too distracted.

My eyes flickered up to find Scott lounging in my desk chair across the room. He was playing some game on his phone and it was making this annoying boing sound every few seconds. It was starting to drive me crazy, but it wasn’t the only thing causing my jitters.

I glanced away from him to look out my open window and sighed heavily. It was already dark outside, and Stiles wasn’t here yet.

It wasn’t usually like me to jump to conclusions, but considering the state of our lives right now, it wasn’t a stretch to be worried. At this point, though, I was moving toward a full on panic attack. School ended six hours ago. What could he possibly be doing?

I opened my mouth to voice my concern, but never got a chance as Scott interrupted me before I could get even a single word out.

“He’s fine.” He said absently, his eyes never leaving his phone’s screen.

My eyebrows twitched up in surprise. “How did you know...”

“I can hear your heart racing.” He sighed and finally dropped his phone onto my desk before lifting his eyes to meet mine. “You either just ran a marathon, or you’re worried about something. That something is usually Stiles. And he’s fine.”

I rolled my lips into a tight line at the way he’d just read me so easily. “But it’s already—”

Just then, something thumped outside my window loudly. I stiffened at the sound, and Scott perked up in his chair, instantly on high alert. There was a low groan before a figure clambered through the opening. I instantly knew it was Stiles as I caught sight of his red flannel. He flailed to the floor spastically with a yelp and I slammed my book closed before bolting to my feet.

I rushed to his side, my arms wrapping around him as he struggled to get up. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as if he’d run the whole way here.

“Where were you? Are you okay? What happened?” I couldn’t stop the panicked words from tumbling past my lips.

My eyes trailed over him quickly to assess for any damage. His freckled cheeks were flushed and the top three buttons on his flannel were undone, exposing his white undershirt. He looked a little roughed up, but not hurt.

He finally stood up straight and his eyes widened when they met mine, as if only just then realizing that I was beside him. He gripped my upper arms sternly before walking me backward.

“What are you doing? Get back in bed.” I had no choice but to plop down onto the mattress as the back of my knees ran right into it.

“Don’t change the subject, Stilinski.” I frowned up at him and his eyes twitched in warning.

“Oh, God. Please don’t make me listen to another who’s more worried about who fight. I might seriously puke this time.” Scott practically threw himself onto the bed beside me, a look of feigned disgust taking over his face.

My eyes swept toward him and narrowed into a glare only briefly, as my attention moved back to Stiles when he started talking again.

“Moving on.” He sent a pointed look Scott’s way before continuing, his hands gesturing quickly in front of him. He was anxious, that much was obvious. “I had a uh...talk with Chris—”

“Who?” I interrupted, thrown off by the unfamiliar name.

Stiles’ eyes twitched at me in annoyance as he flailed one of his arms in a circle, signaling that we didn’t have much time. “Argent.”

“You call Allison’s dad Chris?” My voice rose in disbelief. Since when was that a thing?

“Oh my God. This is important, okay? He tried to get me and Jackson to tell him where Scott is and—”

Scott sprang upright on the bed, his eyes wide with alarm. “Why were you with Jackson?”

“Can I just finish? Is that alright with you two?” Stiles’ voice rose in frustration, his eyes pinching shut for a brief moment after he shouted.

Both Scott and I froze and he sighed before running a hand down his face. His gaze flickered to Scott as he extended a hand out apprehensively. “He’s literally planning to kill you. Tonight. Okay? So you can’t—”

Scott suddenly rose to his feet, his face tight with determination. “I need to find Derek.”

Stiles’ fingers curled into a fist, still hanging in the air, as he pursed his lips when Scott brushed past him. “Why do we keep going back to him? He’s like your abusive ex, okay? You have a problem. And did you miss the part where I just said you could be murdered by werewolf hunters at any given moment?”

“If the Argents are after me, he’s the only one who can help.” Scott braced his hands against my windowsill and turned to glare at Stiles over his shoulder.

Before either of us could ask him what he was doing, he doubled over with a low groan. I realized he was shifting and tentatively slid back on my mattress, not sure what was going on. I knew he would never hurt me, but I hadn’t seen anything supernatural since being bitten. It instantly had me on edge.

Then, he jerked upright and howled loudly into the dark sky.

I winced at the deep, rumbling sound, feeling a painful twinge in my head. One of my hands came up to cradle my temple as my lips parted in a silent gasp. The noise was vibrating all the way in my bones, overwhelming every one of my senses. I felt myself slipping away from the present, my eyes wide but unfocused. I faintly registered an arm wrapping around my back as Stiles rushed to kneel in front of me.

His free hand cupped my face, his lips moving rapidly as he tried to bring me back. I suddenly had the strong urge to close my eyes, so I let them flutter down slowly. Instantly, my breath caught as an image of Derek’s house popped into my mind. There were way too many things happening to decipher any of it. My brows furrowed as I tried making sense of what I was seeing.

The clearest picture was the most gruesome. Blood. Everywhere.

A painful spasm in my left shoulder had my eyes jerking open. They met Stiles’ wide, panicked gaze as he hovered only a few inches away from me. With a snap, his and Scott’s voices rushed into my ears.

“What the hell did you do to her?” Stiles practically yelled, his voice tight with anxiety and a hint of anger. His hands were clutching my arms as he jostled me awake.

Scott appeared at his side above me, his face crumbled in horror. “I-I didn’t do anything! I didn’t mean to...”

“I think I know where to find him.” I interrupted breathily, blinking a few times to focus my eyes. I sat up with a groan, my head pounding harshly. Stiles tightened his grip on me as he tried to keep me steady. “His house. I saw it.”

Scott’s face dropped from beside me, his brows furrowing as his lips pulled into a frown. “So did I.”

We shared a long, curious glance. I had no idea what that meant, and judging by the glint of wonder reflecting in his eyes, neither did he.

“So we’re just not gonna talk about whatever that was?” Stiles asked incredulously. He e took a step away from me and shrugged sarcastically with a tilt of his head.

“We don’t have time.” I pushed myself up to my feet and strode toward my closet hurriedly.

It was freezing outside by now, and I wanted to be prepared for once. I rustled through my sweaters until I found one I didn’t mind ruining. My shoulder protested each movement as I wrestled it over my head, but I tried my best to ignore it. I turned on my heel to face the guys and froze at the looks they were giving me.

Scott seemed hesitant, but didn’t look like he was going to argue, while Stiles was very much unimpressed.

“That’s funny.” He laughed humorlessly and pointed at me. “It looks like you think you’re going somewhere.”

I frowned at his demanding tone. “I’m sorry, are you my mother? No? Okay. That’s what I thought.”

I brushed past him to find a pair of socks in my dresser. If he thought he was going to start telling me what to do just because we’re dating, he had another thing coming. My eyes flickered up to meet his in the mirror as I heard rustling behind me.

“You can’t seriously—” His mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to find the right words. I pulled out a mismatched pair of socks and turned to lean against the dresser as I slid them on. “Scott, tell her how stupid this is.”

“Hell no. I’m not getting involved.” He glanced between us with wide eyes, lifting his hands in surrender.

“If we don’t go now, Derek is going to die.” I forced the words out through clenched teeth, growing impatient. Somehow, I knew that’s the future we were up against, despite not having actually seen it happen. I just knew.

“Since when do we care about that?” Stiles swiveled his head as his eyebrows rose in question.

Scott stepped forward, suddenly looking pensive. “I’m not going to just let him die.”

“I’m the only sane one left...” Stiles muttered to himself, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

After several more minutes of pointless arguing, a very disgruntled Stiles finally agreed to drive us to Derek’s. The three of us had barely made it a few steps outside the Jeep before he came barreling from the house, looking unpleasant as ever.

“What the hell are you doing? None of you should be here right now.” His angry voice echoed through the trees as he continued stalking forward until he stood right in front of us.

“Finally, someone’s making—oh my God!” Stiles didn’t have a chance to finish his thought as an arrow came out of nowhere and embedded itself into Derek’s shoulder.

My eyes widened in shock and I whipped around just as another arrow came from the trees to land in his thigh. He crumpled to the ground with a groan, clutching at his injuries.

“Close your eyes!” He shouted and tucked his face into his elbow.

Long fingers clasped around my bicep and I was jerked to the side before another hand shoved my head into a warm chest. I screwed my eyes shut tightly, a quiet boom sounding beside us. Stiles and I separated quickly to see what it was, but my eyes landed on Scott instead.

He was crouched down on all fours, blinking rapidly. He hadn’t been fast enough. He squinted into the distance and I followed his line of sight, but came up empty.

Derek grunted lowly as he broke off the shafts of each arrow that still lay inside him. He stumbled to his feet and grabbed Scott by the collar of his jacket. “Get to the house!”

Stiles and I didn’t hesitate to obey as we bolted in that direction, our hands tangled together. We only made it about halfway before Derek slumped to the ground behind us, exhausted. I staggered to a halt at the sound and nearly lost my balance when Stiles continued moving.

His eyes flickered from me to the place where Scott and Derek lay crumpled on the ground in a moment of hesitation. With a grimace, he let me go and we both jogged their way.

“No! Go!” Derek’s head popped up and he tried waving us off, but it was too late.

I froze, partially crouched beside him, as a thin figure emerged from the darkness. She was stomping toward us with a huge bow slung over her shoulder. The dim light from Derek’s porch illuminated her face as she neared us, and my breath caught in my throat. It was the last person I expected to see.

“Allison, I can explain—” Scott immediately stammered desperately, still trying to get his bearings after being stunned by the flash bullet. I realized at then that it was the same type she’d tried out with me and Lydia the week before formal.

“Stop lying.” She barked, her voice tight with built up anger. Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, my chest tightening at the intense betrayal swirling inside them. “All of you, for once, stop lying.”

“I was gonna tell you the truth. I was gonna tell you everything at the formal.” Scott rushed the words out in a panic as he shuffled backward to match each step she took toward him. “Everything that I said...everything I did...”

“Was to protect me.” She finished with a humorless scoff, fingers tightening around the arrow she held at her side.

“Yes.” He instantly confirmed, pleading with her to understand.

I knew exactly how she felt. Being kept in the dark sucked, no matter which way it was spun. Maybe she had been safer this whole time because she didn’t know. Or maybe all his secret did was create an irreparable wedge between them. She was bound to find out eventually, considering who her family was, and this whole mess was probably the worst way it could’ve happened.

Allison’s eyes glistened as she peered down at him, her hardened mask of hatred cracking just slightly. Her voice trembled as a few tears escaped down her cheeks. “I don’t believe you.”

“Thank God!” I jumped at the sudden voice from the darkness, and watched as Kate stalked out of the tree line with a roll of her eyes. “Now shoot him before I have to shoot myself.”

My heart leapt into my throat at her words. With Scott dazed and Derek seriously injured, there wasn’t much we could do to stop her from killing either one of them. The reality of our situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Stiles and I were utterly useless.

“Y-you said we were just going to catch them.” Allison sputtered, head jerking toward her aunt in surprise.

“Yeah, and we did that. Now we’re going to kill them.” Kate raised an arm absently and shot a bullet right into Derek’s chest as she passed by, not even sparing him a glance. “See? Not that hard.”

I gasped at the unexpected act of violence, my jaw going slack. He instantly fell against the damp ground, motionless.

Holy shit. Oh my God. Is he actually dead?

Allison’s horrified expression matched mine, more tears coating her face as she stared at Derek’s lifeless body. She stiffened when her aunt joined her in front of Scott, who was still gaping from his crouched position.

“Oh no, not that look.” Kate mused, not sounding the least bit genuine. “That’s the you’re going to have to do it yourself look.”

She raised her gun toward Scott’s chest, a manic grin pulling at her lips. I moved without thinking, taking a big step in their direction. Allison instantly started freaking out and tried to put herself between them, but Kate shoved her away harshly.

She tumbled to the ground just as a hand clasped around my wrist to stop me. I yanked against it, my chest tightening with panic. I had to get over there. I had to help.

“Y/N! Y/N, stop!” Stiles yelled frantically from behind me, his hold falling loose as I continued struggling against him.

I ran forward and staggered to a halt beside Kate, who was still pointing the gun at Scott, having no idea what to do now that I was here. She glanced toward me and sighed with a disinterested roll of her eyes. Before I even fully registered that she moved, I was already on the ground. She’d whipped the gun against the side of my face harshly, white hot pain instantly rippling through my head.

“No!” I heard Allison shout in horror.

A groan trembled past my lips as I shakily pulled myself up onto my elbows. My vision blurred as Scott jerked upright, about to rush to my side before Kate aimed the gun at his chest again. He froze, his wide eyes never leaving me. I brought a hand up to my temple and hissed when my fingers landed on a warm trickle of blood.

“Ah, ah...” Kate tutted, amusement shining in her eyes as she glanced behind me, gun following the movement.

I turned my head and saw Stiles freeze mid-sprint toward me. His eyes narrowed into an angry glare as his jaw clenched tightly, but he didn’t move an inch. I let out a huff, growing frustrated by this whole stupid situation, and swept my gaze back to Kate.

“Just shoot someone already.” I barked, annoyed with her games.

Was it stupid to taunt the person with the weapon? Yes. Did I give a fuck? No. At this point, I was more angry than anything. We’d spent months fighting and tracking the alpha—Peter—as he went on a bloodthirsty rampage through Beacon Hills. We’d nearly died in the school, and at the movie store, and in these very woods. Several times.

Lydia and I had been bitten, and Stiles’ dad was close to a nervous breakdown because nothing in this town makes any goddamn sense unless you’re risking your life everyday just by knowing about the supernatural. And now, we had to deal with Allison’s batshit crazy family, on top of everything.

I just wanted it to be over.

Kate huffed out a surprised laugh and pointed the gun at me again. “What poetic last words.”

“No! Leave her alone! I’m the one you want.” Scott shouted desperately, stumbling upright from his position in the dirt.

An evil smirk twitched at her lips as she ignored him. I watched her pointer finger tighten on the trigger and held my breath as I waited for the inevitable.

“Kate!” A deep voice boomed from behind me, making her pause. I instantly recognized that it was Allison’s dad. “I know what you did.”

The amusement dropped from her face at his words and her eyes flickered up toward the house for a brief moment.

“Put the gun down.” Mr. Argent ordered, dried leaves crunching beneath his shoes as he walked toward us.

“I did what I was told to do.” Kate jutted her hand toward me as she enunciated each word curtly.

I stiffened, very aware that her finger, which still rested against the gun’s trigger, could set it off at any moment. My pulse hammered in my ears loudly and my entire body began trembling as my fear suddenly caught up with me.

“No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house.”

My mind raced as I slowly pieced together what he was saying. The fire. It was Kate. But why? Why would she murder an entire family?

“Ones that were human. Look what you’re doing now, you’re holding a gun at sixteen year old kids. No proof they’ve spilled human blood.” He continued, his voice harsh and unfeeling. “Now, put the gun down...before I put you down.”

My eyes widened at his threat. Would he really kill his own sister?

Kate stared at him for a few long moments, her face crumbling in disbelief. Finally, she lowered her arm back down to her side. I let out a heavy breath of relief, but didn’t move from my crouched position in front of her. A loud creak from the house had everyone’s attention jerking toward it.

The front door swung open slowly, nothing but darkness behind it.

“Kids, get back.” Allison’s dad ordered gruffly as he cocked his gun and aimed it at the decrepit structure.

Scott stumbled to his feet, but didn’t make a move to run and hide as instructed. Allison joined his side a moment later, her bow and arrow cocked and aimed at the house. I heard quick steps behind me a moment before strong arms wrapped around my waist and hauled me to my feet.

Stiles whipped me around to face him, and I winced as my head throbbed in protest. His hands came up to cradle the sides of my face, his fingers turning red as my blood smeared onto his skin. His wide eyes flickered around my body frantically, as if not fully believing that I was right here in front of him.

He suddenly jerked me toward him and smashed his lips against mine, pouring every emotion he’d just gone through into the kiss. I responded instantly, my hands fisting the warm material of his flannel as I pulled him closer. It was over much too soon as he pulled back with a shaky breath of relief.

“God, I’m so mad at you right now. I could literally kill you.” His eyes twitched as he continued inspecting me for any hidden injuries.

“Wouldn’t that be a little counterproductive?” I chuckled despite the situation, and he just glared at me.

“What is it?” My attention jerked back to Allison at the sound of her panicked voice. I’d nearly forgotten what was going on outside the peaceful bubble that was Stiles.

I turned back toward the house and saw Scott’s eyes flash bright yellow as he peered through the opened front door. “It’s the alpha.”

At his declaration, a huge black mass raced out of the house, moving impossibly fast. It dashed around the area in a big circle before turning abruptly and knocking Mr. Argent right off his feet. He flew into the air before landing heavily, instantly passing out cold as his head slammed against the dirt.

Allison cried out and made a move to help him, but quickly found herself in no better shape as the alpha rammed into her next. Only a second later, Scott was groaning as he lay in a heap beside her on the leaf covered ground. My heart slammed against my ribs painfully as my head whipped from side to side, trying to see where he was now.

All the air rushed from my lungs as a powerful force shoved against mine and Stiles’ sides. His arms instantly wrapped around my waist, and mine around his shoulders. We held onto each other tightly as we flew several feet through the air. At the last second, Stiles shifted us so that he would take the brunt of the fall. He hissed in pain as his back slammed onto the dirt, and I quickly scrambled to get off of him.

“Come on!” Kate’s angry voice echoed through the trees as she jerked her gun around in a circle. She was the only one left standing.

I wrapped an arm around Stiles and helped him sit up. He waved me off, muttering something about being fine, and I huffed in annoyance. At this point I was convinced that he was physically unable to help himself from downplaying his own struggles.

I was about to argue with him, but froze when Peter emerged from the darkness to stand threatening behind Kate. He snatched the arm that held her gun and wrenched it behind her with ease. She grunted in pain as he twisted it with a snap, two shots firing into the sky as they struggled.

She had no choice but to release the gun. It landed on the ground with a dull thud as he gripped her by the throat and tossed her in the air like a ragdoll. She crashed onto the porch, a cloud of dust rising all around her as she shakily pushed herself up.

Peter wasted no time in striding up the broken steps. He bent down and grabbed Kate violently before pressing her back to his chest, holding her in place with his claws at her neck.

“No!” Allison suddenly shouted and sprinted toward them.

My eyes widened in horror. What the hell did she think she was doing? I made a move to follow her, but Stiles wrapped both arms around my waist tightly. I pulled against him for a few seconds, but stopped when Peter’s voice echoed toward us.

“She is beautiful, Kate. She looks like you, only not as damaged. So I’m going to give you a chance to save her.” My breath hitched as he addressed Allison and I started thrashing against Stiles again. I couldn’t let her get hurt. I couldn’t let anyone else I care about become one of his victims. “Apologize. Say you’re sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it, and I’ll let her live.”

A tense moment of silence passed as Kate seemed to weigh her options. Finally, she choked the words out the best she could. “I’m...sorry.”

A small, satisfied smile tugged at Peter’s lips before he ripped her throat out with his claws. My jaw dropped as blood splattered across every nearby surface, my stomach churning at the violence of it all. Allison screamed, practically doubling over in horror as Kate crumpled to the porch with wide, empty eyes. Peter’s shoulders sagged as he let out a long sigh, a look of relief washing over him.

“I don’t know about you, Allison, but that apology didn’t sound very sincere.” His amused gaze bored into her wide, glistening eyes as he stalked down the steps.

By the time he had one foot on the dirt ground, Scott and Derek were crouched in front of her protectively. I hadn’t even noticed that Derek was still alive, let alone completely healed, but I was more than grateful.

“Run.” Scott grunted over his shoulder, and she didn’t hesitate to listen.

She sprinted toward me and Stiles, taking her bow with her, and immediately crumpled into my arms. A harsh sob wracked her body as I pulled her in tight. I felt Stiles’ hand on my back as he guided us hastily toward his Jeep. A few animalistic growls and roars sounded from behind us, and I knew they were fighting.

“I’m sorry.” Allison cried, pulling away from me to wipe at her face. “I’m so, so sorry. I-I didn’t know what happened with you and Lydia, and now Kate’s gone and—oh my God. I’m the worst friend ever.”

Stiles wrenched the passenger door open when we reached the car and I shoved Allison inside before crawling in behind her. Something snapped behind us, and I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d just uprooted a tree or completely destroyed the house.

“It’s okay.” I breathed, running a hand down Allison’s back as she continued blubbering. “We’re both terrible friends, honestly.”

“Wait.” She suddenly perked up, her eyes widening in horror. “My dad.”

Damnit. I‘d completely forgotten about him.

I turned to peer out the window and winced as Peter picked Derek up by the ankle and tossed him through the air. He crashed into Scott, who was trying to pull himself upright a few feet away, bringing him right back down harshly.

Peter snarled, seemingly losing control as he hunched over and shifted fully into a huge, terrifying beast. He roared loudly, baring his claws and stalking forward. He grabbed Derek by the throat and threw him into a nearby tree before turning back to Scott.

“I have to do something.” Stiles suddenly spoke up from the front seat. My head whipped in his direction as he threw open the driver’s side door and clambered onto the ground.

“What? No!” I immediately tumbled out behind him and watched with baited breath as he reached into the trunk.

My brows furrowed as I caught sight of a huge beaker in his hand. I barely had time to register that here was a yellow liquid swirling inside before he hurled it at Peter. As it flew toward him, I realized it was a Molotov cocktail, like the one Lydia showed us how to make when we were stuck inside the school. Peter caught it easily, his glowing red eyes snapping our way with a ferocious growl.

“Oh, damn...” Stiles instantly deflated and took a tentative step back.

My eyes widened as I whipped back around to face Allison, an idea suddenly popping into my head. She seemed to know exactly what I was thinking as she reached for her bow and instantly nocked the arrow into place. After taking only a moment to aim it out the opened window, she fired.

It hit the glass bottle dead center, and Peter’s left arm erupted in flames. He roared frantically and tried shaking the fire off, only managing to make it spread across his torso more quickly. Soon, his entire body was ablaze as he staggered around and howled in agony.

After a few long, torturous moments, he slumped down onto his knees in his human form. Thick smoke billowed from his charred skin as he sputtered and gasped for air. We all stood impossibly still, gaping at him in horror. I don’t think any of us had the slightest idea of what to do next.

Derek suddenly emerged from the house, his face a tight mask of fury. He stalked toward Peter, who now lay on his back, and stood over him with clenched fists.

“Wait!” Scott rose to his feet and stopped only a foot away from them, his eyes wide with panic. Derek’s hard glare never moved an inch. “You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. If you do this, I’m dead. What am I supposed to do?”

My attention snapped back toward him, surprised at his words. There was a cure? I had no idea what he was talking about, but it must’ve been important if he was this freaked out over it.

Derek’s eyes pinched shut and his jaw clenched tightly. He hesitated for only a brief moment before raising a clawed hand in the air.

“Wait! N-no! Don’t!” Scott's desperate plea fell on deaf ears as Derek brought his hand down to slash Peter’s throat.

Allison gasped from beside me, and I just stared ahead with wide eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I watched yet another person’s life fade away right in front of me. It was almost hard to believe, that he was actually dead. We’d all been through so much. It didn’t seem possible that it could all be over, just like that.

There had to be more.

Derek staggered to his feet and turned to glower at Scott over his shoulder. His canines elongated and his eyes flashed bright red before he uttered the words we were all dreading. The ones that would seal our fate for the foreseeable future.

“I’m the alpha now.”

Episode 11 Season 2, Episode 1 (Part One)

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❝crush culture❞ // e. kirishima

SYNOPSIS: ➛ Confessing to someone you’ve liked for a long time is scary stuff, even when the person you’re confessing to has a smile like the sun and radiates good energy.

» CHARACTER PAIRING: eijiro kirishima x reader

» WORD COUNT: 3.3K

» GENRE: normal?? U.A era, oneshot

» WARNINGS: fluff to the max, Kirishima fluff right here.

« masterlist || ao3 »

To say you had a crush on your best friend Eijiro Kirishima would be the understatement of the century. Everyone knew it about it; Bakugou made it his mission to give you non-stop crap about it, only making it worse when Kirishima was so oblivious to everything you did! You’d even asked him on a date for crying out loud! Though you stuttered and stumbled a bit getting there, he thought it was the both of you just going out as friends. What did a girl have to do to get his attention? Everything apparently...

Groaning, you walk into the common room and flop face first onto the couch, earning a laugh from your friends sprawled out across the room.

“Progress?” Mina’s voice breaks the giggles and you turn your head slightly to the right, looking at her amused smile.

“I’m going to go crazy.” your complaint only makes the girls laugh more. Trying to get the guy you like to notice your feelings for him shouldn’t be this hard...right?

“Maybe you can write him an anonymous letter or something,” Ochako suggests, tapping a finger on her chin in thought.

“But if it’s anonymous it would defeat the purpose of the confession,”

“Then she can just add her name.” Shrugs your friend Kyoka, like that whole idea was the easiest thing.

“Ohhh maybe buy him some candy or something and write a cute little note and sign your name at the bottom. That would be sooooo cute!” Toru squeals and you can’t help but sigh.

“For Kirishima, protein bars would probably be better.” adds Tsu, resulting in the group sounding in agreement. Yeah, they weren’t wrong there, but you knew the boy had a secret stash of chocolate next to his bed when he got midnight snack cravings. It was when you’d first become close friends, Kirishima had come down stairs and found you snacking on strawberry ice cream from the freezer at a quarter past two in the morning. Turns out, he’d had the same idea. So you spent the next hour sitting on the floor of the communal kitchen, eating ice cream and getting to really know each other. And then as you walked back to your room, your heart almost bursting inside your chest, you realised what you felt for Kiri that night wasn’t just friendship.

“-maybe we need a different opinion…” Mina says, catching your attention. The pure mischief in her eyes screams trouble and as you hear the door to the dorms open, Mina perks up in a way that makes you want to puke from nerves.

“Bakugou!” Oh please anyone but him!

“What the hell do you want, Racoon Eyes?” His voice booms through the common area. God does this boy not have a quiet setting?

“What would be the best way to get Kirishima’s attention...Asking for a friend of course!” Mina asks, winking a so not subtle wink in your direction, making you blush bright red.

“You still haven’t told him yet idiot?” Bakugou’s attention is now directed to where you are sprawled sadly on the couch.

“No…” Your pillow-muffled response makes the girls stifle their laughter out of pity, whilst Bakugou just huffs in annoyance - as if your very presence requires too much effort for him to deal with.

“Just man up and tell him, moron,” he snaps like it’s the simplest thing ever and not utterly terrifying.

“I’m going to try option two,” He rolls his eyes and leans over the back of the couch, glaring at you.

“You’re such a coward. He’s not going to hurt your precious little feelings y/n, just do it already. I’m sick of hearing about this shit.”

“Hearing about what?” Your heart gets caught in your throat as the spiky haired redhead in question walks into the room, a towel around his shoulders and looking like he walked out of a damn dream. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but turn all shades of pink and gulp for air like a fish. Since when had you gone from being able to talk to your best friend about literally anything to this stuttering and jumbled up mess? You weren’t all that sure, but you were aware that you’re currently making a fool of yourself. You hadn’t realised that Bakugou had come back from the gym as well, and it made so much sense that Kirishima was with him, but god! Who the hell gave him permission to look that good? It should be illegal. Kirishima’s red eyes meet yours from across the room, and he shoots you that signature smile that was so warm and you swore flowers actually sprouted wherever it was directed. Looking at him sometimes was like staring into the sun.

“We’re just going around saying cute things that would get our attention,” Mina swoops in to the rescue making you instinctively rip your eyes from the red head and focus them on her. What are you doing? You mouth tensely, your back to your crush so that he can’t see your crimson face. Mina only winks at you in response, so you look to your other friend Ochako, who is currently no better. Supplying you with a cheeky grin and wagging her eyebrows suggestively, you can’t help but want to groan in annoyance at their antics.

“Well, I mean it is Valentines day coming up, so that makes sense.” All the girls turn to him grinning, and you instinctively fear what someone says next.

“What would someone have to do to get your attention Kiri?” Mina asks him teasingly, but also completely seriously. Oh my god… You couldn’t believe that she was actually asking him, but at the same time you are curious. You have done basically anything but yell at him in the face that you liked him and wanted to date him, so you were listening a little too closely to his response. Pink dusting his cheeks, Kirishima looks over the group and scratches the back of his head with a nervous arm.

“Well I guess it would have to depend on the person.”

“LAME! Come on Kiri, give us something more than that!” Mina whines, earning a chorus of agreements from the crowd of girls around you. It was so quick that you barely noticed it, but Kirisima glances at you before shifting on his feet nervously… He only looked at me because I'm his friend, and he finds these questions awkward. Yeah, that’s why.

“Well, I guess they’d probably just have to tell me. That's super manly.” You try not to sink in your chair as Bakugou gives you a knowing look. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know asshole, you try to scream at him through your eyes. “Anyways, i'm going to go wash up.” Kirishima leaves the room, shooting you one last smile and you instinctively let out a breath as if you'd been holding it since he came into the room. Your lungs sure felt like they had.

“Told you so, dumbass.” Bakugou calls as he walks out the room, and the temptation to throw one of the cushions at him is almost too much, but you don’t have the energy to focus on him right at that moment. Instead, you take a deep breath and turn to Mina with determination in your eyes.

“I’m going to tell him.” The noise they all release from their throats somehow didn’t shatter the glass, however it does earn an appearance from a very concerned Iida who barges into the common room in alarm. Never a boring day I guess, you think as you glance at the empty spot where Kirishima had just stood. Tomorrow, you let out a shaking breath. Tomorrow.

❀ ❀ ❀

Today is the day. The sun is bright and high in the sky, it isn’t that cold for a February afternoon, and everything so far is going your way. It had to be today.

You linger around the entrance to your classroom, waiting for Kirishima to make his usual appearance. You hear him laughing along with Kaminari before you can even see him. You feel his throaty, sunshine filled laugh echo through your bones and stir up the butterflies that had just begun to rest in your stomach. And when he rounds the corner and see’s you waiting there, he sends you the sweetest smile that makes your thundering heart drop through the floor.

“Hey, y/n! Thanks for waiting.” he says happily. Kaminari’s eyes glance between the two of you quickly, before grinning far too ecstatically for your liking.

“It’s all good.”

“Where are you two off to?” Kaminari but’s in with a knowing smile. Kirishima looks at him as if only then suddenly remembering that he was there as well.

“It's Friday afternoon and we’ve got an exam on Monday, dude. It’s crunch time.” Kirishima nods at you, bumping his fists together as if he’s readying for battle. You and Kirishima had begun to study together towards the end of your first year of school. He claimed that you were a better tutor than Bakugou, which you constantly brought up to the fiery blonde whenever he began to annoy you. You always ended up running away like your life depended on it as soon as the words left your mouth, but his pissed off look made the risk of imminent death so worth it.

“Can I join you guys today?” You look over at your eccentric friend and can’t tell if he is being serious and wants to study, or if he just knows how important today is - because Mina can’t keep her mouth shut - and wants front seats to the show.

“Uh, I mean-” you are immediately cut off by a hand yanking Kaminari back by his collar and revealing a stoic faced Bakugou.

“Leave them alone sparky. You need to study and I’m only offering my services today, so take it or you’re on your own.” He doesn’t even give Kaminari a chance to breathe before begrudgingly pulling him down the hall away from you.

“Well looks like it's just us y/n.” Kirishima says, taking a step down the hall. You can’t hide your smile, quickly moving to catch up to him.

“I’m glad. You’re enough to handle, I'm not sure how I’d go adding Kaminari to the mix.” You tease your best friend. With a fake and very over-exaggerated gasp, Kirishima places a hand on his heart and stares at you in shock.

“That really hurt, y/n.” He cries out, stopping in his steps as you keep walking ahead. You try to hold in your laugh at his antics but fail miserably, letting out a loud laugh as you turn back to him.

“Your heart isn’t on your right side, Kiri,” You correct him, walking backwards for a few steps and only turning around when you see him run to catch up to you.

“I knew that. Just making sure you did.” He explains, falling into line next to you once again, making you look up at him and raise an eyebrow.

“Sure…” The two of you together walk out of the building in silence, just appreciating the peace that comes with being around each other. You and Kirishima didn’t have to even talk when you were together, just being in each other's presence is enough.

You feel your hands begin to sweat as you step outside. You were really going to do this, you were going to tell him… But what if he doesn’t feel the same? Risking a glance at him, your heart flutters and you know you have to do it. If you have to continue on like this for another day you are going to lose it. You love Kirishima’s friendship, but god you want something more. You want him to hold your hand on your daily trips to and from the dorms, you want to go and eat katsudon with him and not as friends. You want to be able to kiss him for no other reason than that you could. You are willing to risk one of the closest friendships you've ever had for it.

“-day.” You blink and snap your head in Kirishima’s direction. He was talking and you didn’t catch a single word he said. A knowing smile cracks across Kirishima’s face as he takes in your startled expression.

“Was I that boring?” He jokes, pink beginning to dust his cheeks. Your heart lurches at the thought and you stop dead in your tracks.

“No! Not at all!” The words come out far too loudly which causes you to blush bright red and for Kirishima to frown at you. Oh god, what if he knew? You quickly try to change the topic whilst brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Sorry, i’m just in my own world. You’re definitely not boring, Kiri.” You promise.

“Y/n… Are you alright?” Letting out a groan, you wipe a hand down your face and sigh. Well this is it, I guess.

“Actually Kiri, there's something I need to tell you,” Suddenly you’re glad that you’re not walking, because the look on his face that you see by peeking through your fingers would have made you trip over absolutely nothing.

“What is it?” God bless him, he’s concerned. And he had every right to be, because it feels like you are about to pass out. Nervously, you begin to fidget with your hands before grasping them tightly in front of you.

“There’s this guy,” It’s all you had to say before Kirishima’s smile slipped straight off his face. Ouch. He must see something in your face because not even a second later, his usual happy-go-lucky smile reappears. You however, can read Kirishima like a book, and when his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, you know he wasn’t feeling it.

“So, there's a guy you like, huh?” He utters, adjusting the shoulder strap of his bag.

“Yeah, he’s super kind, brave and handsome too.” You reply, a smile climbing onto your face.

“Sounds like a real catch, y/n.” Is all he says, starting to walk away - obviously expecting you to walk with him. “You deserve it.” How cute, you thought.

“Thanks, but really I’m the lucky one. We’ve been friends for so long too, and he treats me so well.” You boast, walking behind him, hoping for him to catch on. Kirishima stops so suddenly that you run into his back, what is he...

“I don’t…” He starts slowly, his back still turned to you. He moves as if he's about to turn around and face you, but lets out a dejected sigh instead.

“Kiri…” he turns around at your voice, no smile or happiness found on his features. Just a look of pure devastation and concern.

“He’s a good guy?” You can’t help but want to smile at his question.

“Oh, the best.” Pursing his lips, Kirishima nods his head a few times before letting out a strangled groan that catches you off guard.

“Is it Bakugou?” You choke on oxygen and splutter as he looks you in the eye, as if trying to tell if you are lying.

“No. Never. Nope. Not happening,” you shudder at the image of that possibility. Like sure, you’re not blind and Bakugou is attractive, but personally, that loses its appeal as soon as he opens his mouth.

“Kaminari?” He counters, taking a step forward with his face fixed into a scowl that is so unlike him and so rare that it throws you for a loop.

“No, Kiri-”

“Sero? Midoriya? Iida? No… wait Ojiro? Shoji?” The names leave his mouth a mile a minute as you gape at him. He is now in his own little world of chaos that you’ve created, a hand over his mouth as he mumbles. “It’s Todoroki isn’t it?” Kirishima asks, whipping his head to you. Annoyance bleeds through his eyes as he says it. “It’s always Todoroki…”

You suddenly can’t hold it in - the frustration of not being able to get a single word in, the nerves pounding through your bloodstream, and maybe just a little bit of courage has you blurting it out.

“Its you!” Crimson eyes meet your own and you suck in a nervous breath as he stills completely. “It’s you…I want to…” Your voice drifts off as a smile breaks out across his face slowly.

“It’s me?” You don’t even have time to finish nodding before he practically leaps at you, picking you up around your middle and laughing so loudly that people walking past are staring. You can feel your heart pounding inside your head as you stare down at Kirishima... Wait, does that mean…

“Thank god,” he says as he begins to put you down, but doesn't move to let you go. “I swear if you had said someone else, I probably would have died.” You want to roll your eyes at his dramatics, but your brain can’t seem to catch up. He likes you! He likes you too! That’s what that means, idiot!

“Kiri…” you only manage to get your voice out as a whisper.

“I really like you y/n, like stupidly so.” Now it's your turn to grin like an absolute maniac at him. Holy crap, you did not expect this. Best case scenario, of course, was this outcome, but it wasn’t your expectation. Ohmygod he likes me.

“Will you...quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that!” Kirishima complains, but there’s no annoyance in it as he’s grinning back at you.

“Look like what?” You argue. Reaching up to touch your cheeks which are now starting to hurt, Kirishima snatches your hand in his before you have the chance.

“So pretty. Seriously, y/n, give me a chance to breathe.” He says squinting at you playfully. “It’s like looking at the damn sun.” You’re laughing, a proper heart-filled laugh that ends with a snort loud enough for you to slap your hand over your mouth. Kirishima stares at you dazed for a moment as his free hand wraps around your waist.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks out of the blue, his cheeks tainted the same colour as his hair and you’re sure you look the same. Your brain has officially stopped working.

“You don’t have to ask me Kiri,” you point out.

“Consent is manly.” He grins before finally closing the distance between you. It both seems to last forever, but also for not even a second. Reaching up on your toes, you wrap your arms around Kirishima’s neck and pull yourself impossibly closer to him. When your lungs begin screaming at you and you realise you’re not breathing, you pull back from the blushing boy. You can’t stop your smile this time, even if you tried. This was the best idea you’d ever had. “Want to go out with me for dinner tomorrow night?” He asks, pulling back just enough to look down in your eyes as his breath fans your face. Not in a million years had you thought that you would actually be standing here with Kirishima like this. But whatever luck you somehow gained overnight, you were so grateful for it. Just as you are about to respond with a massive yes, the impending doom of your incoming English exam on Monday emerges back into your train of thought.

“How about we do a study date for now? I wasn’t joking about the tutoring, you know.” You point out, making Kirishima fake a pout in annoyance.

“Fine,” he gently reaches down and envelops your small hand, linking your fingers between his. “I’ll just have to settle with that for now. But once we’re done, I’m taking you for katsudon because I know it’s your favourite.” Without a second of hesitation you reach up and kiss Kirishima lightly on the cheek, making that bright blush come back all over again.

“I can’t wait.”

#Kirishima eijiro #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #flower prompt #request #lolswrites

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Dylan Brock: A Character Study

Long post! Read below (Also! Please read the tags first). Also this is only his character up to Venom #18/Absolute Carnage #3 because obviously I am not a psychic and don’t know what the hell kind of curveballs Cates will throw at us. If something major changes this, I might remake it/add more to it.

So, we start off at his birth. Specifically, how he was born. I won’t mince words here, because there’s no reason to: Anne was raped. She did not consent to Venom giving her a... Codex baby? Actual baby? Who knows at this point. But she didn’t consent, and her react to give it to Carl Brock, Eddie’s father, really cements how traumatized she’d become by being She-Venom. When she committed suicide, after promising Carl she’d come take Dylan back, I imagine it must’ve been a big slap in the face to Carl. Hence where the abuse either starts or gets worse.

We don’t know much about the 9 or so years of Dylan’s life before he meets his father, however, we can infer from his personality and actions. His use of language, coping mechanisms, and the way he acts when faced with a challenge (be it mental or physical) all point to the fact that he has endured this abuse since he was very young. I’m not a psychologist, but I do very similar things because of my abuse. His choices of coping seem to be obsessing over his idol Venom, and subsequently demonizing Spider-Man and listening to music, which is a very common coping mechanism. We rarely ever see him without headphones, and when we do it’s because he’s having a conversation.

When Dylan is introduced, it’s through Venom attacking Carl.

(This is a nine-year-old swearing, something that isn’t very common in an affluent neighborhood like they live in, which suggests he probably picked it up from Carl.) Eddie immediately panics, realizing there’s an innocent here and he can’t just let Venom hurt his father, even if he wants to. Dylan recognizes his hero, and maybe knows vaguely about his “brother,” but they don’t really interact. It cuts to two days later, and... Well...

You can guess what Carl did to Dylan in retaliation for what Eddie did. It’s enough to make Dylan run away, in a very dangerous city, and find Eddie even though the last thing he saw from him was either Venom nearly killing Carl or Venom flipping a damn car. Now, Carl obviously took it out on Dylan via a “sins of the father” mentality, and we’re told as much in the next issue. Speaking of, the next issue we see more of Dylan’s personality. He’s curious, asking all kinds of questions about Venom and his life as Venom, but he’s also offended when Eddie lies by omission about being a veteran. He’s a very virtuous child, despite the abuse he’s been put through, and it shows a lot.

There’s also his reaction to Eddie pushing about what happened. He doesn’t really want to hurt his “dad,” he just left because he didn’t feel safe. This is important; he’s not vengeful towards the man who’s been abusing him.

And right after, we get Eddie (unknowingly) abusing him! Yeah, that’s... Something that happened. It signifies a lot for Eddie, but I’ll get into that on another post. Dylan’s reaction is just to de-escalate the situation, trying to bring him back to reality. It shows he’s learned how to handle Carl, which is really sad for someone so young.

And immediately after this, we get him having to take Eddie to the hospital, and dealing with Maker for the first time. Which leads to him hiding from Carl, who is obviously very angry. His “son” ran away, and to who? His actual father, who is currently, as far as he knows, insane and in a hospital. Of course Dylan runs away, scared and confused and just wants to get away from everything.

When Dylan is taken by Carl, he’s brazen enough to talk back to him. “He’s not like you. [...] At least he’s honest about what he is.” He know this will make Carl angry, but he feels the need to speak his piece anyway. When Venom saves him, he’s worried for him, thinking he’s Eddie. And when he realizes, he immediately goes to his “brother’s” side. He’s worried for both Venom and Eddie (”Eddie... Where did it go?”).

During the War of the Realms tie-in, he’s kind of discarded. Which is a shame, but we can see that curiosity come out again. He explores the room Eddie put him in. Even opens a MRE, commenting on how bare-bones it is. When Eddie comes back, Dylan is armed and ready to protect himself. Even though he seemed reluctant to actually use the weapon, his ability to stand up even though he’s scared comes back later. (Also, how is a nine-year-old holding a gun? I could barely hold one at nine, I had to use a kickstand...)

Then he gets sick, and we see a bit of naivety with how he asks if that means he has cancer, too. His dry humor comes out some, too, with how he tries to cheer Eddie up by saying the soup is terrible. Finally, we’re on to the good stuff (but only for Dylan’s characterization): Absolute Carnage and it’s tie-ins. In Absolute Carnage #1, Dylan is curt and rude to Spider-Man, someone anyone else would probably be thrilled to meet. Because of his demonizing, he sees him as a monster who hurt his brother. He’s still listening to music, reading a Guardians of the Galaxy comic book. When interrupted, he calls him a menace and leaves (at Eddie’s request) until he’s pulled back into their mess by Eddie panicking. The “Who is [Anne]?” question is a big hitter. He doesn’t know who his mother is. Carl has probably never brought up the topic beyond some sort of lie. Whether it was because he felt Dylan wasn’t old enough or that he didn’t deserve to know is unknown, but still. When he meets Normie, he’s initially as cold as he was to Spider-Man. He curses, and calls him a “Spider-Baby.” But that quickly shifts as he realizes Normie can’t stand up for himself, and when Maker wants to proceed with testing on Normie first he steps between them. He knows Maker wouldn’t hurt them or risk bringing the wrath of both Spider-Man and Venom down on him, so stands his ground. When the Life Foundations Symbiotes attack, he leads Normie to safety in the room he hid in during the War of the Realms event, and protects him when Phage gets in, until Sleeper comes to the rescue of course. It’s interesting that Dylan seems ok with the idea of bonding to Sleeper, reaching a hand out when he offers it. Maybe he wants to be like Eddie, maybe he just knows he can’t be of much help without Sleeper’s help, but either way, it’s quickly dashed. (We got baited, fellas.) He defends Sleeper, but he can’t do anything to save him. He still protests using Normie, and when Normie is scared he steps up and comes up with a plan. It’s a very...... Simple plan, one he didn’t think through, but he goes with it anyway. When he accidentally makes Hybrid-Maker, he runs, and when he’s threatened he demands to know why.

Of course, we don’t know what happens next. Blame Cates’ shitty planning and issue orders. But now we get to hope an issue or two into the future to Absolute Carnage #3, where he doesn’t play much a role besides hugging Eddie and introducing Sleeper-Cat.

The summation of Dylan’s character, in my opinion, is that he’s a slightly disturbed, but brave and protective kid. He’s gone through so much, but his virtuosity doesn’t let him hold it against anyone. When it comes to his interests and coping mechanisms, he’s extremely attached to them. He’s curious when it comes to others and new areas, and if someone if in danger he will step up to protect them, no matter the risk. He’s a good kid. He really is what Eddie might’ve been like if he hadn’t had Venom.

#Venom #Dylan Brock #rape mention #abuse mention #I'm going ALL IN #I'm not glossing over everything they do #just so you know #it's rough #but I'm not glorifying it either #I'm laying it out as I see it.

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fatandnerdy30 · 5 years

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The Itsy Bitsy Spider 8

Peter really felt invisible in his hiding spot. He was currently hiding under the couch in the living room, holding on to the leg, hanging above the floor. The last hiding place Morgan had chosen wasn't very good, he had found her in minutes hiding in the hall closet. When she started sniffling, Peter did the only thing he could do. He said that if he hid really good and she could find him, he would allow her to play dress up with him for a week. But, there was no way he was allowing a little girl near him with a dress.

So, he had chosen the best place in the house, that she could reach, because she would cry foul if he was up on the ceiling or something. As he waited, he felt the floor trembling so much, he could have sworn there was an earthquake, his skin and the back of his head crawling as if twenty thousand ants were on him. The trembling got worse when he saw Morgan's feet go running by. "Uncle Rhodey!" she jumped into the man's arms, giggling. "Oof! Hello to you too, sweetheart. Where's your dad?" He put the girl down so she could greet the rest of the team. "He's still sleeping. He stayed up late with Peter." Rhodey gave her a confused look."Who's Peter?" he asked while walking to the couch. The teen was able to keep hold of the leg of the couch, his fingers gripping the wood to make sure he could stay. That was until someone literally crashed onto the couch, and he lost his grip, falling with a yelp as he hit the floor. Peter groaned as he got up, shaking his head. He didn't know why he didn't sense someone coming. Probably due to so many giant people in the room at the same time, and he wasn't used to his new senses. Peter slowly made his way from under the couch, patting some of the dust from out of his hair then stopped at the smell of Italian leather and turned to see a polished dress shoe right next to him. The boy looked up to see the shoe's mate high in the air above him, resting on someone's knee. What was going on? Who were these people? Suddenly he heard a voice that he recognized as Captain America and froze. Peter was in the same room as the Avengers team. The actual Avengers! Sure he had already met half of them, but the entire team was just steps away from him!? It drove his little nerdy heart into overdrive. He had to see them! The boy bit his lip and jumped up, gripping the edge of the low bearing couch. Using the threading, the boy climbed as quick as he could, glad right now for his sticky ability. Just as Peter was reaching the cushion, the leg that was resting on the man's knee moved directly over him. Peter gasped and waited for the impact, but luckily leg didn't crush him. However, it did knock the boy down. Peter reached out and grabbed onto the gray dress pants-who wears dress clothes casually?- and felt himself slam into the man's leg, the muscles stiffening at the feeling. Rhodey felt something on the back of his leg and reached down to scratch. He felt a lump and paled, sitting up. What was it?! Was it a spider? Please don't let it be a spider! He felt it crawling. "You alright, Rhodey?" Steve asked, coming over. "I think there's a spider on my pant leg!" the man squeaked, knowing he was acting out of character, but he HATED spiders! "Let me see," Wanda came over and crouched down, spotting a flash of red fabric. The last time she checked, spider's did not wear clothing. With a curious look, she made Rhodey turn and was met face to face with small boy wearing a Thor outfit. Peter squeezed his eyes shut when he felt his skin crawling so much he felt sick, plus the man's movements didn't help. When nothing happened, slowly he opened one eye and found himself staring at a woman's shocked face, a woman he knew very well from seeing her on his poster every morning when he woke up in is room. The Scarlet Witch had was staring at him in shock. He couldn't move, too scared to do anything but stare. Suddenly he was wrapped in red light and he let out a shout and held onto the man's pants, feeling the material rip a bit in his grasp, until finally he let go and just let it happen. "Peter?" Steve's voice sounded angry, but also worried. "What were you doing on Rhodey's pants?" Said man turned. "Who's Peter? He better not be the team fricking tarantula, or I swear I will....oh my god." "Aunt Wanda!" Morgan giggled. "You found Peter fair and square. Now I guess you're hers for a week!" Peter turned white at that, still hanging in the air. "Pl-please don't drop me," he stuttered. "What are you all talking so loud about?" Mr. Stark's annoyed voice came from the hallway. "Anyone seen Morgan? I need to ask her about something." Then his daughter came racing around the corner of the counter, jumping at him. "Daddy! Peter and I were playing hide and seek, but he keeps winning, until Aunt Wanda found him!" "Oof! Morgan, Peter was...wait, hide and seek.... Nobody move!" Tony didn't register what the girl had said right away, flying into panic mode. "Check the bottom of your shoes. You're in big trouble, young lady. Everyone check the bottoms of your shoes." "It's okay, Tony," Steve said, holding his hand out for Wanda to drop the boy into. He was heavier than he thought he would be. "Apparently he was hiding near the floor and got caught on Rhodey's pants." Peter watched from his position on Mr. Roger's palm. "I..I was hiding under the couch," the boy said. "What the hell is that!?" Bucky asked, pointing at him with a metal finger, eyes wide. It had been a few days since he was rescued and this was the first time he was surrounded by hundred foot tall adults, and it was kind of intimidating, even from waist high. "What is he?" Wanda asked as she bent down, smiling, her Russian accent heavy this early in the morning. She wiggled her fingers at the boy in a form of hello. Peter could only wave before Mr. Roger's took a step, causing him to fall back against his wall-like stomach. "Where do you want him?" the man asked Mr. Stark, who pointed at the counter. Seconds later, Peter tumbled out of the man's grip onto the cold marble. "You are in big trouble, too," Mr. Stark's stern voice came from above Peter. "Tony?" Bucky asked as he came closer to look at the small boy, wanting to pick up each limb to see if they were real. Tony waved his hand over Peter while he sipped his coffee. "Introduce yourself. And then explain what you're wearing." Peter blushed. "Hi..I'm Peter Parker. This is the only thing that came in one piece with no Velcro. I had to change into it after I had a bath, Mr. Stark!" "Who bathed you? Pepper and I were sleeping..." "I'm fifteen, Mr. Stark, I can bathe myself. But, Morgan brought out the water for me." He looked up at the man. "I'm not a baby, no matter how small I am." Tony stared down at the small teen who had crossed his arms and was actually pouting. He sighed. He wasn't good at this teenager stuff. He hoped Morgan wouldn't grow up. "Hey, short stack," Clint greeted as walked over to the pouting boy by jabbing a finger into his back, or at least trying to, because somehow he dodged it. "Hey! Hold still," the man teased, trying again, but failed when Peter actually flipped over his hand, sticking to his arm. "What's this? Am I getting old now?" "Oh, you're old, but that's not the case," Tony teased as he sipped his coffee. "I'll explain after you all explain what you're doing here so early." "SHIELD says Hydra is on the move...and looking for him," Steve pointed to Peter, who paled. "And they're desperate to get him back." "Why?" Sam asked, standing. "He's just a kid, from the looks of him." "I'm not a kid. Again, I'm fifteen." He frowned at the falcon. "Anyway," Tony said, completely ignoring the boy. "First things first. Both of you," Tony pointed to Peter on the counter then to Morgan. "Are in trouble. Morgan, wait for your mother. Peter, you're coming to the meeting room. If I have to sit through one of Steve's boring talks, so do you. But, breakfast first. Anyone wanna help?" "What!? Come on Mr. Stark!" Peter's eyes widened while Morgan pouted. "Don't give me that look, young lady. Try it on your mother, and yes Peter, I mean it." He got a bowl out of the cabinet and was busy whisking his second batch of eggs when Pepper came out. "Oh, already put the rest to work, huh?" she asked, kissing Tony on the cheek. "He's a regular slave driver," Clint griped as he worked on the waffle batter. "Only kids are safe from his tyrant ways." "Mm, yeah I can see that." She watched as everyone was doing something and spotted Peter, smiling as he waved at her. "So, I think Morgan has something she wants to tell you," Tony said, looking up for a second giving his daughter 'the look'. "Oh really? And what is that?" she put her best 'mom' face on as she sipped her coffee. "I...I might have taken Peter out of the room this morning..but I did help him get a bath!" The little girl's eyes went moist as she stared at her mother, lower lip sticking out. "Peter was hiding on the floor!" she whined, pointing to the boy. "Yeah, that look doesn't work on me. Time out corner." The woman then turned her attention to the boy who looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. What did we tell you Peter? You could have gotten hurt, even though you're being careful." "But mommy-" Morgan whined. "No but's young lady. Keep it up, and after breakfast your punishment will be no computer for three days." A tear trailed down the girl's face as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a mood, but got up and walked to the chair in the corner, flopping down onto it.. "Peter, are you alright?" She bent down see the boy on the counter, seeing him wince in her sights. "I'm okay," He said sadly. He started walking over to Miss Scarlet, when he felt his skin crawl and he dodged just as a salt shaker roll past him. "Hey!" he cried and looked towards the guilty looking Steve. "Did you just try to....a-SALT- me?" The table was silent before everyone snorted all around him, but Tony turned to stare at him in shock. "No, nope, the only one allowed to do dad jokes is me...or Clint." the billionaire stated. "You have to admit, it was kind of cheesy," Sam said, voice laden with amusement as he held up the cheddar he was slicing. "Did you not hear a word I just said?" Tony whined while Morgan giggled from the corner. "Yeah, we heard you, but nobody listens to you, so no big dill," Natasha said with a sly grin, Wanda laughing at that. "Look what you started, kid," Tony glared at Peter, though his eyes held a glimmer of amusement. "Now everybody's starting." He flipped the pan with the scrambled eggs. "Not my fault everybody here's a copy cat," Peter said and winced when everyone made a commotion over that, holding a hand over an ear. "Hey, hey, let's not forget who could fit under my boot, kid," Rhodey said kiddingly. "Yeah, but you'd have to catch me first." the boy cheekily replied. "He's got you there," Steve ribbed. "Who knew Thor would have such a good sense of humor." He laughed when the teen groaned. But, Peter swore that if this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he still had a 'punishment' to deal with, right? Could Mr. Stark have maybe revoked his phone privileges if he got any as a punishment? No, because that would mean he was a prisoner here. The Avengers wouldn't keep a kid as a prisoner....would they? A large plate was placed by him, breaking him from his foreboding thoughts as the heat from it warmed him, but the smell of the waffles was better than anything. "I never thought any of you would be able to cook," Peter said idly. They acted like a family in the mornings, actually. He liked it. "Are you doubting my mad skills?" Clint asked as he lifted another waffle from the machine. "Never try to speak slang, Clint," Sam said shaking his head. "Mm. Never again." "Okay, eggs are done, how we looking on everything else?" Mr. Stark asked. "Waffles are done," Clint responded as he flipped the last item out of the machines, waving his burnt hands a little. "Everything's done. Let's eat!" Rhodey rubbed his hands together, sitting at the table, eagerly piling his plate up. Pepper passed a small plate to Peter. "Here sweetie. Help yourself, okay?" She smiled at him. Peter nodded and turned towards the plates of food, more food than he could think to eat, but he was hungry, so he was going to try. He reached toward the eggs, pausing when he saw the steam rising from them. He felt the hair stand up on his arm and ducked when a hand sailed over him and Doctor Banner pushed some eggs off his fork. "There you go, Peter. Let's call that a truce." He smiled and continued eating, leaving Peter to eat. The boy smiled and nodded as the avengers teased one another, even laughing with them. All in all, it was a great morning. And then the meeting happened.....the day had started so great for Tony. True he'd gone crazy looking for Peter when he woke, but he had calmed since finding him. He glanced at the boy sitting on Clint's shoulder, talking to Wanda and blushing when the woman smiled. It seemed the boy had a good bond with the archer, which he wasn't jealous of...much. It wasn't like Clint had rescued the kid. But, the sniper did have teenager experience so he knew how to act with them. Tony liked the kid. He was amazingly smart, funny and had a good heart from what he'd seen since Peter had been there. He was still nervous around Tony though, so to see him laughing so easily with Clint and the others made him feel...well, he didn't know what. Jealous? Yes, but there was something more. The thing with Tony, he wasn't good with the emotions. He was very bad at them, actually. But, he wanted Peter to laugh with him like he did with Clint. He was a selfish man after all. So, when they reached the meeting room, he surged forward and snatched Peter off Clint's shoulder with a little "mine", and walked to his seat, letting Peter go onto the table. "Mr. Stark? Why-" "Shh, meeting's about to start," the man said with a grin. The boy simply shook his head and turned to sit, leaning back against Mr. Stark's arm for warmth. "SHIELD has gotten some news on activity within Hydra, all based around him," Steve started, pointed to Peter, who turned a shade of green and white Tony hadn't seen before. "They're looking for him, and they're desperate. There's been no activity on their plans, but I know there's bound to be something in the works as we speak." A noise made them all turn to the door as Bruce walked through with a large cup of coffee, sleep still in his eyes."Sorry, sorry. Friday just told me about the meeting. What's wrong?" The doctor sat next to Tony, and smiled down at Peter, who waved shyly at him. "Peter, actually," Rhodey informed him. "Peter? Are you alright? Did any more powers or symptoms pop up?" The doctor was leaning in to look the boy over, trying to ignore when he pressed into Tony's arm. "Powers?" Natashe was interested as she leaned forward to study the boy. "What kind of powers?" "It seems that Hydra gave him a cocktail of Spider DNA mixed with Gamma radiation," Tony said angrily as he felt the boy shaking against his arm. "Could that be why Hydra is already looking for him?" Bucky stood and walked over to Tony "Tony, please let the kid answer." He pleaded the billionaire, staring him down until the man gave up, leaning back, but keeping his arms on the table. The Winter soldier nodded and leaned over Peter, not missing the way he was shaking, staring up at the soldier in terror. "Who are you, where did you come from, and why are you like that?" Bucky tried to keep his voice light, but his eyes were harsh. A hand touched his shoulder and he looked to see his best friend shaking his head slightly. "We'll get to that later," Steve told Bucky firmly, removing his hand from the man's shoulder. "First things first. We need a protective detail on the kid." Tony scoffed. "He can fit in any of our pockets, I think that's as protected as you can get with the damn Avengers." "That may be, but I will feel much better if Peter is watched every second of the day, no matter where he is." Steve argued, giving the man a look. "Oh come on, you don't think he's a spy, do you? Look at him!" Sam reached over and plucked the boy off the table by his Thor cape, the boy struggling and kicking, trying to get loose before giving up and panting. "Who can he hurt? He's literally smaller than my finger." For an example, the man held up his hand next to the boy. "See?" "Sam," Wanda said dangerously, her hands glowing red. Clint stood and had an arrow in his hand, steely gaze fixed on the Falcon. "Let Peter go." Slowly the man did what he said. "Sorry, kid...I wasn't thinking," he apologized. Tony cupped his hand around the kid moving it towards him, scooping the boy up to look him over, much to Peter's chagrin. "I'm okay," Peter said. "It was just a shock, that's all. I'm okay, promise." He put his hands on the fingertip, trying to stop it from touching his chin to lift his head. "Tony, he said he's okay," Rhodey said quietly. "Trust the kid's word." Stark gave Peter another once over before letting him go, forcing his hands away from the small teen, leaning back. Instantly the teen felt the lack of warmth, but didn't say anything about it, just glad to be out of the man's examining gaze. "Be that as it may," Steve continued after getting a nod from the billionaire, "I would still feel better making sure Peter doesn't wind up in Hydra's hands again. They've obviously gotten this far with their experimentation, and I don't want them to get any further. We've dealt a big blow to them by destroying their lab and taking Peter away from them. Which, even though I am still a little nervous about him, I am glad that he's not under their thumb at the moment." He gave the teen a soft look, which made Peter blush slightly at but thanked the man. "And let's not forget who actually saved him," Tony said light heartedly. "You're welcome." The boy turned toward him with a smile. "Of course, Mr. Stark. There's no way I could ever thank you for what you did for me." The man smiled quickly, then his face fell serious again. "So, we've had a little update on him," the billionaire said, leaning forward again, seeing Peter shiver a little. "Apparently, he's developed some...new abilities." he looked down at the boy who nodded. "As we stated before, the scientists gave him gamma radiated spider DNA the morning we found him." There was silence in the room, but every pair of eyes were on Peter, all of them full of anger. "What did they do to him in that lab?" Sam asked seriously. "It seemed," Steve said, "as though they really wanted him dead by the looks of that cage I saw on the floor." The captain moved forward in his seat. " What did that, son?" Peter shivered at the memory. "The soldiers...they came in with guns...they killed everyone, then tried to..." he took a shuddering breath, then Mr. Stark's hand was around him. "Well, looks like it's story time for the kiddies," Tony said, taking over for a grateful Peter. "Okay, so you all remember the mission the ones lucky enough to be here went on, right?" Everyone nodded. "Well, that happened to be an experimental lab run by Hydra....what we saw was...it was..." Tony took a deep breath. This was the first time he was thinking of it now that he had to. Blood splattered on the glass planes revealing lifeless eyes staring through him..."All the experiments had been killed moments before we got there," he continued. "Most of them were just kids. That's where we found Peter. He apparently was hiding after they tried to kill him, too, if the bullet ridden cage on the floor was the proof." Peter nodded, hugging himself. Not aware of it, he shuffled over to Tony's arm, leaning against it, shivering. "Wait, what destroyed that cage? Kid, how were you able to dodge bullets?" Natasha asked, an incredulous look on her face. "Are you like Scott, where the smaller you are, the slower things move and sound?" Peter shook his head. "N-no...." the teen began, nervously wringing his hands together as he began his tale, glancing up to see shocked and angry faces as he spoke. "You all move normally to me, which I think is kind of weird and scary...but it was super scary when the soldiers came in. They had their guns drawn...and...and they shot everyone...." he sniffled, eyes burning. "A few of those people...even though we couldn't speak...they were my friends." The boy took a deep breath. "Samantha was the girl with the red feathers...She was the nicest, always with a soft smile after the scientists threw me in my cage after a day of testing and shots. Jeremy, he was the boy with the tentacle like fingers. They tried to make him a sea-spy, but they couldn't make him able to breathe underwater, though that didn't stop them from trying. I just....I just can't believe they're gone." In just one second, their lives were snuffed out. Then he thought of himself, and how he was almost killed. The barrel staring him down like a gaping maw, the sound of the bullets being released from the chamber deafening to his ears. The heat and the smell of singed hair as he dodged the overly large bullets, mixed with the sound of bending metal...His breath came in pants, body shivering. Lights started dancing in his vision and the room around him spun. "Pete?" a voice called. "Pete, come on, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath." The hand around him suddenly was laid on his back, making the boy jump and spin, about to grab the fingers, when he saw Mr. Stark looking at him and his hands lowered. "Come on, Peter. Breathe." Tony placed his thumb against the boy's back so he could feel his pulse. The kid was having a bonafied panic attack, he would know the signs of it anywhere. "That's it, kid, good job." Peter took a deep, shuddering breath, the feel of Mr. Stark's heartbeat calming to him. The room stopped spinning slowly, his vision coming back to normal. "I-I'm okay...I'm okay..." Peter suddenly sat, his knees giving out. "Whoa...." "I think that's enough from the kid," Tony said, blocking Peter with his hands. "Hold on with the talk, let me call Pepper in to take Pete somewhere quiet, then we'll talk." Everyone nodded, but Clint stood. "Let me take him to Pepper, get him outta here faster." He came to stand next to Tony. "You okay with that, kid?" Blue eyes pierced Peter's and the boy nodded."Yeah, thank you." He climbed on to the offered hand.

@letsbeinspiredby @sparrowrider @6inchicon @carttorchdeatth

#Iron Man Tony Stark #iron dad #spider son #shrunkpeterparker #MamaPepperPotts #morgan stark #protectiveavengers #theitsybitsyspider

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rogueinkglitch · 5 years

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Frisk's Cold

A sniffle. Papyrus leaned in the doorway, peering at the figure wrapped in blankets across from him. He heard a cough and the sound of someone blowing their nose. Gloves tightly gripping the handle of the door beside him, the skeleton took a step back. He made sure the human was still within his sight. He heard yet another cough. What did it mean!? Sans told him earlier that the human hadn’t been feeling well lately. But how can that be? They were with the Great Papyrus, the best skeleton in the underworld! How could anyone, even a human, be not okay in his presence!? It just didn’t make sense to him! He heard the familiar dragging of footsteps by his brother. Papyrus whipped around and saw Sans. He had his hands stuffed in his jacket’s pockets as per usual, but he had his eye sockets closed. As if he wasn’t even bothering to try and walk, sliding himself down the hallway and leaning against the walls for support. So, of course, Papyrus had to scold him for laziness. “SANS!” Not only did Sans jump at Papyrus’ sudden exclamation, but the human did as well. In the other room, Frisk jolted out of the sheets and was looking at the doorway in surprise. Immediately, Sans rushed over to his brother and held a bony finger in front of his teeth. It was a gesticulation for him to be quiet, but clearly the skeleton did not understand. “WHAT?” Sans quickly glanced inside the room, and saw that Frisk was settling back into the blankets and resting on a pillow. He let out a sigh of relief, then turned to his brother. Papyrus was staring in the room, completely silent. Sans knew he’d be curious as to what was going on. Taking a breath, he readied to try and quiet him. “Bro,” He said. “You kinda’ need to be quiet.” “WHAT?” Papyrus turned to him. Sans waved his hands in the air for him to tone it down, and the skeleton finally understood. Leaning down, he whispered, “Why?” “Frisk isn’t feeling good, bro. They kinda’ need their sleep. So things need to be quiet.” “But why do they need sleep!?” Papyrus asked. “No one has told me, The Great Papyrus, why the human needs sleep!” “Bro, you don’t need to whisper.” Sans gave him a look. “Just keep your voice low, is all. And….” His white eyes traveled to the floor, thinking of what to say. “Well…..Frisk is, as they call in the human world, ‘sick’. They don’t feel okay physically.” “PHYSICALLY?” Papyrus gasped aloud. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM?” Sans, once again, gestured for his brother to keep it down. He peeked inside of the room again and saw that Frisk was stirring. Sighing, he closed the door gently and turned back to Papyrus. “We’re still trying to figure that out.” Seeing the panic reach his face again, Sans quickly reassured him. “But don’t worry, bro. They should be getting better soon." Papyrus grinned. He shouted, "I SHOULD TELL THEM THAT, THEN!” Sans felt some sweat drip down from his skull, and he wiped it. That certainly woke the kid up, but that was Papyrus for you. Raising his scarf so it covered everything below his nose, he barged into the room with Sans following behind him. Frisk was awake in bed, rubbing their eyes and coughing. “AMH, HOOMAN!” Papyrus muffled from under the scarf. “I, MHE GREAT PAPYRUS, AMPH HERE TO TELL YOU DAT YOU ARE GOING TO BE FINE!” Frisk remained silent, staring at Papyrus. Sans stepped in front of him and asked, “Did we wake you, kid?" Frisk nodded, but smiled. They pointed over to the corner of the room, and both Papyrus and Sans turned. The tissue box was sitting on the nightstand. Getting the message, Papyrus happily reached for it and handed it to them proudly. Frisk took one and blew their nose loudly. "SANS.” Papyrus turned to his brother. “WHY ARE THEY DOING THAT?” “Um,” Sans started, a little taken aback by the sudden question. “Well, there’s some stuff in their nose they need to get out. To breathe.” “OH NO!” Papyrus gasped again, placing his gloved hands to his skull. “HUMAN, YOU CAN’T BREATHE!?” Frisk shook their head and put the used tissue to the side. They wiped their watering eyes and covered another cough. Sans 'eyes watched them intently. No one in the underworld really got sick, and if they did, they were injured. In some cases, it was a mental thing. But what was this, exactly? Papyrus snapped him back into reality. “SANS?” “Yeah?” “DOES DOCTOR ALPHYS KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE HUMAN?” “She’s working on it.” Sans replied and handed Frisk another tissue. “I’m sure she’ll know what’s going on pretty soon." They both watched as Frisk blew their nose again. Some green stuff oozed out of it, and Frisk folded it over so they could blow again. Papyrus was watching intently and Sans cringed away. From what he knew, that stuff wasn’t pleasant. Not that it’d affect either of them in any way, but he’d only prefer ketchup on his body. Suddenly, the door slammed open. "YO, PUNK!” Both of them turned and saw that Undyne kicked the door open. A bowl was carried in her right hand, and in the other was a spoon and a napkin. Papyrus, grinning underneath his scarf, greeted her. “UNDYNE! YOU MADE THE HUMAN SOUP!” “I sure did!” She grinned and looked at Frisk. “You better like it, too, because I made it for you!” She slammed the bowl on the nightstand next to them, spilling some on the floor. She took the spoon, smashed it in the bowl, and placed the napkin neatly to the side. Frisk looked and saw that a tomato was crushed into the bowl. There wasn’t any “soup” in it at all; just a tomato surrounded by hot water. They looked up at Undyne, whom had her fists on her hips, smiling proudly. “Alphys said humans like you love tomato soup! So I made you some. Eat up, punk!" Frisk attempted to bite the tomato, but found that it was still cold. Which was sort of impossible because it was in the middle of hot water….Needless to say, Undyne looked satisfied and turned to Papyrus with her fists still to her side. She said, "Alphys said she’ll be over in a bit. Might have found what’s wrong with them." "Really?” Sans asked, a bit in disbelief. Undyne nodded. “Yeah! Amazing, huh? That’s why she’s my girlfriend! Also, she had a little bit of help from Gaster." Sans went silent at this, and Undyne turned back to the human. They had put the soup to the side and were huddling in the blankets around them, shivering. She looked around in the room and noticed that Papyrus had his scarf over his mouth. "It it cold or something?” She asked. Papyrus shook his head. “NO. I JUST DON’T WANT TO GET SICK." Sans said, "Papyrus-” They were interrupted by Frisk having another cough fit. They suddenly sat up, grabbed a tissue, and coughed up something in it. All three of them cringed when they saw that it was a big blob of green. Frisk wrapped it up and threw it to the side with the rest of the used tissues. They turned back to the bed and dug themselves into the blankets. Papyrus said, “EW." "You can second that,” said Sans. Undyne cringed away, covering herself. “Have they been doing this all day!?" "Yeah,” Sans looked back at Frisk. “I don’t think they’ve had a good day." "I’D THINK THE OPPOSITE, SANS.” Papyrus turned to him in disbelief. “A GOOD DAY TO YOU IS BASICALLY WHAT THEY’RE DOING. NOTHING AT ALL WHILE SLEEPING IN BED ALL DAY.” Sans shrugged. His brother had a point. Still, he didn’t like seeing the kid having to go through this. It looked awful, and, from him, THAT was saying something. “I’ll make sure Alphys gets down here as soon as she can,” Undyne said and headed towards the door. “Keep an eye on them for me, alright?" With that, Undyne closed the door behind her and they could hear her running down the steps. Papyrus turned back to the human and saw that they were sleeping. He turned to Sans, about to yell something, but saw that he was currently motioning him to be quiet again. He leaned downwards and whispered, "Sans! They’re sleeping!” “I know,” He replied. “Pap, go get some water and more tissues. I think they’re gonna’ need it.” Papyrus nodded and happily trotted out of the room to go fetch water and tissues. Once Sans was sure he was downstairs, he looked back to the kid. They were grasping the blankets wrapped around them and let out a light snore. They looked really…content. Of course, he knew that it’d change in a minute or two before they’d have another cough attack that would wake them up. He leaned forward, hesitated, and ruffled their hair. He whispered, “Get better, kid.” With that, he left the room.

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I liked this a lot, it had me laughing pretty hard!

#request #art #undertale #frisk #submission

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tryingthisfangirlthing · 6 years

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Get to Know Me

I was tagged by @the-goofball. Thank you, darling!

1. Relationship Status: Uh... I don’t even know. #it’s complicated? *grin* I’m not “with anyone” in the traditional monogamous sense. But then certain people already know that. ;)

2. Favorite Color: Blue. Especially a calming, deep sky blue. I have blue sheets. Most of my tops are blue, I think, still (though I’ve started branching out because I’ve realized blue doesn’t always go well with blue). I have a small area rug I love that’s also blue. My bath towels are blue (though neon). My dresser is blue. I really really like blue.

3. Top Three Ships: Damn... I’d have to say Bering and Wells (Warehouse 13), Helen/Sally and Helen/Kate and Helen/Nikola (Sanctuary, Helen is 200% poly so they all count as one shhh), and... well, those are my main two ships at the moment but I’d have to add B’Elanna/Seven (Star Trek: Voyager, damn I need to write more for those two).

4. Lipstick or Chapstick: Neither. I let my lips dry and crack like any crazy person. (Yes, yes, I know, I shouldn’t, but that is currently not something I’ve given a lot of brainspace to. Might change if, you know, the condition of my lips affected anyone else, but that’s not the case right now, at least not on any regular basis. Unfortunately.)

5. Last Song: So, uh. I have a distinct weakness for country music as background/sing-along kind of stuff. (Which is probably why Spotify has decided auto-populating my Bering and Wells playlist with songs like I Got The Boy might somehow be a good idea. Spoiler: It’s very much Not.) Anyways, last song I half-listened to was Take You Home.

6. Last Movie: I watched The Grand Budapest Hotel with my flatmates this afternoon. I was telling the characters off for not having a little damn common sense far too often, and me and another of my flatmates were sitting as far away from each other as possible so as to hopefully not transfer our germs to the other. (It’s cold season, and we’re both sick.) It was an *ahem* interesting afternoon.

Tagging: @tinknevertalks @la-vie-en-lys @ciara-jane @viennainspringtime @janetcarter and anyone else who wants to! If I didn’t put you here, it’s not because I’m not curious, it’s just because my congested head is not letting me think very well this evening.

#game of tag #about rinari

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thranduil-is-my-king · 6 years

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Happier Here Than There (Part 11)

Ship: Thranduil/Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Adult Content and Language, Tags: Middle Earth, Reader-Insert

Summary: Imagine ending up in Middle Earth at the edge of Mirkwood Forest. When you venture into the forest, you are attacked by spiders before being saved by guards and taken before the king.

Word Count: 1833

Written for: @welcome-to-fangirl-hell

*~*~ PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTES ~*~*

A/N: I just wanna start out with saying I AM SO SORRY! YOU GUYS DON'T DESERVE TO WAIT THIS LONG! NOT AFTER ALL THE LOVE YOU GIVE THIS STORY! *starts crying* I seriously feel so bad about making you guys wait more than 2 months. I know I keep making excuses but there was so much going on because I had band and drumline camp and then school started so I've had no time or inspiration to write and then I got sick (which I still am by the way). So, I am so sorry for the wait. Also, there is some stuff in this chapter that goes a little bit deeper into elves but then goes directly into what I thought it should/would be like. So, it's a mix of canon and headcanon. I hate to say it but if you don't like it, hop off this bus at this stop 'cause there will be more down the road.I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Please read the end notes, I have a couple questions to ask y'all.

AO3 Link

~*~* THIS STORY TAKES PLACE A FEW DECADES BEFORE SMAUG ATTACKS EREBOR *~*~

~~ For Ones • All Elves have a One • There is only one One a lifetime • If the elf’s one is mortal, when the two mate, the mortal becomes immortal and tied to the elf (Yes, I know that it doesn’t go like that canonically but in my ‘verse, it does. Don’t like, don’t read.)

Translations:

Meleth - Love Fëa(r) - Soul(s) Hröa(r) - Body/Bodies

^^ Translations will be at the bottom as well

Half asleep with your eyes still closed, you move your arm away from your side to feel for Thranduil. Though you fully wake up as you only feel a cold sheet. You jolt up, looking around the room before calling out the Elvenking’s name. Worry and panic fills you as you don’t spot him anywhere. It’s alright, it’s alright. It’s fine. He’s probably just off doing kingly duties. He’s perfectly safe in his kingdom, the rational side of your mind thinks. Though the panicking side of your brain is thinking the complete opposite. He left me? Was last night a dream? What if something happened to him? What if he faked liking last night and he used you just so he could live? You grab your underwear and gown off of the ground before pulling them on. You thought about going to look for him but realized that you didn’t have the slightest clue as to where he would be and could get lost. So instead of going to look for him in a panicked state, you move to sit at the head of the bed to wait. Though you soon realize that you should’ve gone to look for him as you now have the time to let your mind fill with more negative thoughts. Soon enough, you’re balled up with your legs to your chest, your breathing quick. Not again...

~~~~ I get pulled out of bed for this? Thranduil was currently listening to an elf who decided that the spiders needed to be dealt with in a different way because ‘They keep coming back! Soon enough they will break into the kingdom, my lord!’ And, of course, they were coming back but they won’t ever be able to break into the kingdom. And, of course, the elf will not stop going back to same argument over and over again no matter what is said to him. Right as Thranduil was about to raise his voice and tell this elf to stop wasting his time, a strong feeling that something was wrong filled him. Thranduil went rigid and tried to think of anything that could be wrong. Going through everything in his mind and finding nothing, Thranduil was going to write it off as a false alarm before he realizes, Y/N. Thranduil urgently looks behind the annoying elf at Galion, hoping he’ll realize something’s wrong too. It only takes a second before Galion understands the look and walks towards Thranduil and the elf. Galion gives Thranduil a look that says, ‘Go, I’ll take care of this,’ before telling the elf something along the lines of ‘King Thranduil has something else to tend to but I’m sure he’ll take your concerns to heart and do everything in his power to make sure we’re all safe.’ Thranduil rushes off to check that you’re okay, going as fast as he can without running. ~~~~ Opening the door to his quarters, Thranduil sees you on the bed curled into yourself, breathing unevenly. Thranduil comes over to you and sits in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. “Meleth, Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here,” Thranduil says gently. You slowly lift your head up to look at him with tears running down your face before placing one of your hands on his. “Thranduil?” Thranduil gives a comforting smile, answering, “Yes, love. It’s me, I’m right here. Are you alright? What happened?” You take a shuddering breath before explaining in a quiet voice, “I thought you left me. Like, left me left me.” “Y/N, I will never leave you, not like that. I’m with you until the end of time. Why did you think I had left you,” Thranduil asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “I, uh, I had an old boyfriend a while ago and I thought we had serious feelings for each other. And, after a three months together, we finally slept together and the next morning, he was gone. All his stuff that was in my apartment was gone and I tried calling him but he never answered. There was no reason, no warning. Just up and gone like that,” You reveal. Taking a breath you continue, “I told myself that I would never get that close to anyone again. Not without really knowing their feelings for me instead of assuming. And I guess I thought it happened again considering how fast we’re going.” “I’m sorry that you had to go through that,” Thranduil says before taking your hands in his and looking deep into your eyes. “And let me help you with knowing my feelings for you. I love you, Y/N. I don’t think there are words that exist for me to use to describe my love for you and how much you mean to me. I will never do what that absolute idiot of a man did to you. And, not to be inconsiderate or anything, I’m glad that he left you because now I have you all to myself.” You give a little laugh, “Honestly, so am I. And I love you too, Thranduil. More than you’ll ever know.” Thranduil smiles before moving forward to kiss you. “Are you okay now?” “Yes, very much so. Just curious but where did you go anyway?” Thranduil groans as he moves to sit next to you and hold your hand, “There was this elf, that has been a pain in my side for some time now that just can’t continue with his life until he drives me completely insane, who just needed to express his concerns about the spiders in the wood. He thinks they’re going to be able break into the kingdom, which they won’t, if we don’t change the way we keep them out of the kingdom even though this way has worked perfectly ever since we started using it.” “Ah, how wonderful. I bet he’s your favorite person in this entire kingdom,” You tease, sarcastically, with a smirk on your face. “Ugh, don’t say that, not even sarcastically,” Thranduil tells you, his head falling back dramatically. You laugh, “I know how that feels. I have a question.” “As long it doesn’t have anything to do with the annoying elf,” Thranduil says, looking at you. “Aw, it has absolutely everything to do with him,” You tease, making Thranduil roll his eyes. You chuckle, “Joking, joking. How did you know that I was freaking out in here?” “Our bond. Our fëar bonded together when our hröar did last night. I felt-“ “Wait, wait, wait. I’m gonna need you to speak English here.” You interrupt. “English? What’s English?” Thranduil asks, confused. “Shit, sorry. English is what you call the Common Tongue in my world. I meant Common Tongue.” “Oh, okay. Got it. Fëar is what elves call our souls. Hröar are our bodies.” “Okay, thank you. I was so confused. Continue.” “I felt like something was wrong before I realized it was you.” “So, our souls bonded last night when we had sex,” You ask to clarify. “Yes and no.” “Yes and no?” “Since our bonding started last night, we now need to be close together for a week in private for the bond to complete itself. Us being apart this morning could have been part of making you freak out.” “I hate that elf,” You say, shaking your head. “Tell me about it.” “So, why did you leave this morning if you knew it was him and it was more than likely something stupid to waste your time?” “That’s the thing, I didn’t know it was him. And neither did Galion, otherwise he wouldn’t have come to bother us.” “Ugh, I feel like he purposely did his best to stop Galion, and therefore you, from knowing it was him to bother you.” “So do I. He knows I can’t not go if I don’t know who it is because then word will get out and it will be a whole different problem.” “Again I say, I hate that elf.” “Me too.” “Thranduil,” You call as a saddening thought comes to your mind, looking up at the ceiling. “Yes?” “If... If no one, besides Galion, knows about us and that we started our bonding last night, does that mean that we’ll have to be apart for this week?” The room goes quiet as Thranduil thinks about what you’ve just said. “I’m going to do everything I can to stay in here as much as I can,” Thranduil finally says. “Well, what if...” You trail off. “What if...?” Thranduil prompts. “What if we tell them the real reason why you need a week off?” Thranduil’s eyebrows fly up in surprise, “I thought you wanted to keep it between us for awhile?” “I did, and I do, but I don’t wanna be away from you right now and if, telling them about us stops that then...” You trail off, shrugging. “Y/N, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I can probably come up with something to tell them.” “No, I don’t want you lying to your people. I know pretty much nothing about ruling a kingdom but I do know that a ruler should never lie to their kingdom. It causes problems in the future.” “You’re not wrong there. Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You take a breath before answering, “Yes. I’m sure. I think it’s better we do it now than wait.” “Alright. I’m going to go give the news,” Thranduil tells you, sitting up. “Change that ‘I’m’ to a ‘We’re’ and that sentence will be perfect.” You correct, sitting up to look Thranduil in the eyes. “I’m going with you. I am going to be your future queen. I should be there when we tell them or else they will think that I just go along with whatever you say instead of having a voice for myself.” Instead of replying, Thranduil just sits there, staring at you with a love-filled look that makes your heart swell. You feel your cheeks warm before you ask, “Why are you staring at me like that?” “Because that answer made me realize how good of a queen you are going to be,” Thranduil explains. You blush even harder as you look down, a smile on your face before you move forward to kiss Thranduil. “Why thank you, my king,” You say, continuing after you stand. “Now, you wait here as your future queen goes to fancy herself up.” As you go around the room to pick up your remaining scattered clothing, Thranduil says, “I don’t think you know how much I love the sound of those words coming from your mouth.” “Which ones? ‘My king’ or ‘your future queen’?” “All of the above,” Thranduil answers, smiling. You smile back and place a kiss on his lips before going to the door. “I’ll be back.” You open and close the door before making your way to your personal quarters. I really hope this goes well...

Translations:

Meleth - Love Fëa(r) - Soul(s) Hröa(r) - Body/Bodies

^^ Translations are at the top as well

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A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter enough to forgive me for making you wait so long. I'll try to post more, I promise. Now, as for the questions. I wanted to ask you guys to:

1. Please send me an ask of your headcanons or ideas for this series because I might use them (Yes, I know I said this before but it didn't happen so...). 2. Should I go back and put summaries into the chapters and continue to go for however long this story will be? Or continue without them?

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peanutsoulofavengers-blog · 6 years

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Solar Sytem. (Peter Quill x Mother!Reader + Peter Quill and Reader’s daughter)

A/N: Well… I was in my bed yesterday and thinking about that one-shot that I’ve posted about Peter Quill’s girlfriend being pregnant and I couldn’t help but smiled when I thought about something really cute. So this is pure fluff with Dad!Peter and his daughter. I originally planned to write it yesterday before falling asleep, but I was so tired that I wouldn’t! But here it is.

Summary: You have caught Peter Quill, your boyfriend, explaining what the solar system to your tired daughter is, and talking about stuff with her. You didn’t say a word and listened him too.

Warning: None. Excepting that it can have English grammar errors. I apologize. Use Stevie Wonder’s song lyrics “Isn’t she lovely”.

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Isn’t she lovely?

You walked to your daughter’s bed and contained yourself of walking more, when you saw Peter with her, lying down just next to her. You were standing here: hidden in the dark. The Ship has been upgraded since her birth and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the arm of Star Lord surrounding your daughter little figure, making her close to her dad. You were both in the Solar system and just in front of the seven planets. Including your original one: Earth. The little one, blue, green and white by the clouds surrounding the cyan sky that every human loved dearly. But you didn’t mind. Your family was clearly more important than where you were from.

- And here… It’s Saturn.

- Wow… She haves a lot of rings…

- Yes. Hundreds of thousands of rings. When I was in school, I thought she has been married many times.

- My favourite one is Venus…

- Oh?

- Yes, mama told me that she was the prettiest planet of the solar system and that her name was from a goddess.

You smiled. It was true. Yes, she couldn’t be at school, but it doesn’t mean that you and Peter weren’t able to teach her things. For nothing in this world, he would miss bragging about Earth, the Missouri and the music from the eighty. But you couldn’t blame him anyway, it was the only thing which kept him connected to his mother, and human kind. He caressed her hairs, gently, softly while she was in total admiration in front of such beautiful planets and stars. You were truly trusting Rocket in his way to drive the ship anyway, you weren’t scared at all. In plus that it was something that you knew since you were a child, nothing surprising for you.

- Dad…?

- Yes, little star?

- Why don’t we go to Earth? That’s we are from. Me, mom and you…

You heard Peter chuckled about the question, it was so innocent. She was so innocent and scared about asking it, he wasn’t going to be mad for something so little important. He kissed her head and just after, two or three kisses on her forehead. Making her close her eyes and getting sleepy by the tenderness of her father. Himself got sleepy minute after minute. He continued in his explains.

- Earth is a dangerous place little star, more than any planets that we already visited with you trust me. It’s not aliens the problem but the humans themselves, they’re dangerous for you, as us. They’re easily scared of things superior to them and they usually reject it. Me and your mother don’t want anything bad happen to you, we couldn’t get over it. You are everything we have. I couldn’t let anyone possibly dangerous touching at least one hair of your little head or even hurting you physically. No one.

She looked at her father, curious but she has contained herself to say something she shouldn’t say. After all, Peter was just worried about her health and it was already difficult to keep her safe from any kind of aliens, it was just suicidal to be on Earth. She approached herself against her father chest, only covered with a shirt and stayed here, placing her little hands on his pectorals, her head against it too. Star lord smiled and kissed her once more, hugging her tight, covering her with the blanket instead of him.

- Why does humans have that big grey star by night and not us?

- It’s not a star baby… It’s the moon. She shows up when night comes. Night, it’s when humans must go to bed. For us, it’s always night. For them, Earth is in a constant rotation and the huge red, orange and yellow star is the sun. That’s what make humans living and telling them that they must work, eat, cleaned up…

- Then… They need assistance in everything?

You have contained your chuckles. Compared to Peter who wasn’t ashamed of laughing. Not at all.

- Somewhat yes. But not every time.

- And you dad… You needed assistance when you were on Earth?

- Yes. As you need to. Every human need assistance, but that’s how we learn things, and we don’t need assistance later because we learnt about how to do it. When humans have kids, they give what they have in the bottom of their hearts for raising them correctly and making them be good people later.

- And… You sure that I am a good person?

Peter closed his eyes, smelling his scent.

- Yes love… More than anyone on this ship.

- Even Auntie Mantis…?

- Oh well… Ask to her when you’ll be awake!

You heard both of your loves yawning loudly. It was totally them. Yawing at each occasion they can, Peter loved being asleep as your daughter loved it too. And you could admit that you were also a lover of the sleep concept. You replaced a part of your hair behind one of your ears and closed your eyes too. You wanted to sleep with them, placing your head on Peter’s torso and falling asleep while you could hear his deep calm breaths. But you could bother them, and you didn’t want it.

- And this one? She asked, pointing her little finger to Jupiter.

- She’s called, Jupiter. She’s one of the biggest planets of the solar system. If we placed Jupiter in front of Earth, we couldn’t even live on Earth because Jupiter’s weather is very unstable and dangerous. I’ve always found her scary.

- But being big doesn’t mean that you’re bad…

- No, it’s not little star. You right. But like I said: people usually get scared of what they can’t understand.

- Yea yea… She whispered before yawning slowly.

Peter laughed quietly, kissing her forehead once more. He was so happy to be a dad and for nothing else, he would be giving up you both. You knew it. Your daughter tried to cover him a little bit with the blanket but her little hands weren’t big enough for being effective. He replaced the blanket at her initial place.

- You can get a cold dad…

- And? I prefer having a cold than you…

- Dad?

- Yes, little star?

- Who is my grandma and my grandpa?

You closed your eyes. Attempting to not see the sadness winning Peter’s eyes. But at your surprise, he took an enjoyed voice. Really. It was something strange, considering how much his mother and his adoptive father touched him from the bottom of his heart. You were even prepared to walk in and stop your daughter in this attempt to talk about family.

- Your grandma… Her first name is Meredith-…

- Hey, it’s my middle name!

- Yes, it is love… She was the awesomest woman walking on Earth. The best mom that I could ever dreamed of. Unfortunately, your grandma was sick, and she lives now in a place where humans and us are unable to reach. That’s why you never see her. But I’m sure that she sees us, she’s watching on you every second of your life and she loves you as if she could talk to you. Maybe that someday, we’ll be with her. Who knows?

- Oh… I love her.

- And she loves you.

You heard Peter’s voice broke words after words.

- And your grandpa… He wasn’t my biological dad, he was man with blue skin, he adopted me when I was a kid. I loved him as he was my father and he’s surely with your grandma now. He was the leader of a group and was the strongest person I know so far. He saved me when I… You understood that he was hesitating to explain what death is. Well, if he hasn’t been here when I needed him, you wouldn’t be with me currently.

- Oh… What was his first name?

- Yondu.

She took a surprised expression.

- It’s weird.

- Yes, but it suited him so well. None of any first name would suited him better than his.

When she saw that Peter was now crying, she felt so sad. Your daughter hugged him tightly, apologizing for asking these questions and making her dad being sad. Peter opened his eyes and smiled in front of the expression of guilty that his lovely little star took. He could swear that he heard her heart being broken by hearing her father’s sobbing.

- Little star… For nothing in this world, I would be angry against you. You don’t have to be ashamed for just wishing to know the identities of such amazing people. But it’s time to sleep now, next time if it’s not your mommy, I’ll tell you another stories in space.

She closed her eyes, obeying to what her father said, Peter closed his eyes once more before falling asleep even without feeling it. You approached slowly once they were in a deep sleep and took one more blanket for covering the body of you beloved man. You kissed his cheeks and the head of your progeniture before walking out the room, closing the door.

Isn’t she lovely made of love.

#Peter Quill #Peter Quill Daugter #Peter Quill x Reader #Starlord x Reader #Starlord daughter #Star Lord Daughter #Star Lord x Reader #Marvel #MCU #Marvel films #Marvel Movies #Guardian of the Galaxy #Guardians of the Galaxy #Peter Quill x Daughter!Reader #Mantis #Gamora #Drax #Rocket #Groot

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muthary · 6 years

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Photosyntheticfox’s Questionnaire // PART 2

31. What do they identify as?

Genderfluid.

32. Do they have any allergies?

Nope! Nothing worth noting, except for maybe a plain response to seasonal pollens native to Vesuvia. That fades the longer they spend in Vesuvia though. Side note: they never just sneeze once, and hold their sneezes in. So when they sneeze, it sounds like tiny squeaks and their whole body jumps.

33. Do they have any other medical problems?

Just that they wear glasses! Such light eyes aren’t fit for the Vesuvian sun. They magic themselves better vision most of the time, but they definitely own frames.

34. What about mental health issues?

They show signs of depression, but not much else. It’s light after their revival because a lot of their trauma was forgotten.

35. What’s that personal hygiene regimen like?

Baths in the nighttime, sometimes midday, always with herbs, oils, and salts. They enjoy soaking in hot water and always wash their hair pretty frequently. They do shave and pluck their eyebrows, but usually on days blocked out for general self-care. Their hair takes up a lot of their time because of the braiding, plaiting, and hair jewelry. They brush their teeth and toothbrushes get replaced pretty frequently because of their heavy hand and sort of sharp teeth. They make their own soaps and body oils!

36. Favorite rock or gemstone?

Probably clear quartz for is universal use. Rose quartz as a close second because it’s pretty and helps them calm down.

37. Favorite tree?

Alder!

38. Favorite type of weather?

Quiet, crisp, misty mornings. The quiet sort where the fog is sort of thick and is good to hide in. During that sort of weather, anyone would have a hard time tracking Diorbhail down, since they’ll be the first person out on a day like that. If they could have it their way, there would be whole days like this, and they’d be the only person around for miles.

39. Least favorite type of weather?

Violent snowstorms.

40. What is their favorite season? (remember winter is summer and spring is fall)

They hated getting used to Vesuvian seasons. To keep their head from spinning, they still maintain that their favorite season is autumn, or at least when the weather is more on the cold side than the hot side, when the leaves change color, and when it’s time for Samhain.

41. How many languages could they speak before the memory loss? How many do they currently speak?

For ease, before the memory loss, they could speak “common” (the language everyone in Vesuvia seems to speak), gaeilge, and old norse. Gaeilge is only really spoken by the aos sí these days. After the memory loss, they still speak “common”, and because Asra attempted to reteach them their native languages from old books they had in those languages (as someone who could not understand a lick of any of them), Diorbhail has shaky, but sort of instinctual grasp on those other two languages. They can’t carry a conversation like they used to, but they’ll still use runes.

42. Do they sing or play any instruments?

They have a very soft, tremulous sort of voice that they used to sing old songs from their home country. Poetic Edda and old folk songs are what they’re good at. They’ve got a good voice for lullabies! As for instruments, they play an ocarina and a fiddle. The talent for the ocarina sprouted from the time they spent playing with reed whistles in the forest.

43. What do they tend to joke about?

Nothing much. Sarcasm tends to rely on other people to work. They do like to tell old folktales and laugh about them because who on Earth thought that putting on a hat backward would keep you from getting taken away by fairies!

44. After a stressful day how do they relax?

A bath, incense, and a nap until they wake up near midnight, get a snack or a drink, and fall right back asleep!

45. Guilty pleasures?

They collect bones-- Animals bones, that is. Sometimes they’ll buy them, sometimes they’ll find in the forest already cleaned, sometimes they’ll visit a rotting corpse until it’s done decomposing and they can clean the bones left behind. Their room holds their collection. They’re used to odd looks whenever it’s somehow brought up, so they don’t ever discuss it with anyone. A bit more acceptable but still something they don’t like sharing: they have stuffed animal parts they keep, like tails and a rabbit paw. For charm reasons. The coyote tail and pelt they have on their person are things they made.

46. idiosyncrasies?

They can wriggle their ears without using their hands or changing their facial expressions! They also seem to be a very disorganized person but in a mess of random stuff, they know where every single thing is, or at least it’s general location. They notice the smallest bug or animal no matter where it is, as if they can hear the little larvae beneath the dirt as they wriggle around. They have a habit of staring, sometimes at people, sometimes at barren corners, and they space out while doing this. Lastly, they’ve got no issue with gore.

47. How do they act when they first meet someone new? How quickly do they warm up to them?

At first, they’re quiet, observant, and very careful. Since they tend to have impeccable instinct, they’ll decide whether they want to continue talking to someone within the first couple minutes of speaking to them. If they decide they sense something off or annoying about someone, they’ll become terribly passive-aggressive and prickly to drive them off. If they decide someone is worth keeping around, they’ll enjoy friendly conversation, but it’ll take months or a year before they’re comfortable with a hug. Of course, there are outliers, but this is the general pattern they go through. Once they’re close enough to someone, they’re a big proponent of physical affection.

48. In what order would they prioritize Love, fame, money, power, and knowledge?

Knowledge, love, power, money, fame.

49. List four or more things they love to do

Sleep, nature walk/explore, forage in the woods, sculpt, weave, and read.

50. List four or more things they hate to do

Go to crowded places (this includes parties), argue with people, speak or sing in front of a large group of people, or organize themself according to someone else’s standards.

51. List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

“Julian, you’ve got three seconds to get off your sorry arse before I haul you up myself.”

“I’ve grown real sick and tired of running around for others all the damn time.”

“I’m fine. Stop asking.”

“You can always choose your family.”

“Of course he’s bitter. Who would like coming back as a shriveled, hideous old goat man who’s missing an arm? Although, I suppose it isn’t much different from how he was in life.”

“Keep staring at me like that and I’ll show you how savage I can be.”

52. How do they react to (both verbal and physical) conflict?

Verbal conflict they don’t care for. They’d rather avoid it because it’s always a lot of hot air flying about. Physical conflict they’ll avoid as well, but if they must be involved, they won’t lose. They’re a bundle of brute force and stubbornness.

53. What kind of bad habits to they have?

They mumble to themself when doing everyday things and bite their nails when they’re nervous or just idle.

54. What kind of character faults do they have?

They’re stubborn and unwilling to accept help, especially for things involving their personal life. They’re also self-sacrificial and can be very rude for the sake of ending a conversation immediately, or keeping someone from getting too invested in them. In very specific situations, when they begin to see red, they don’t listen to anyone and may even lash out at anyone who may stand in their way, even if they only intend to bring Diorbhail back down to earth before they can hurt themself.

55. What’s their best trait in their opinion?

That they aren’t dependent on others. This is a misperception of themself though, since they do sometimes need others so they don’t self-destruct.

56. What do they think of their appearance?

They think they’re the most drab thing out there. If you said they were cute, they’d instantly deny and change the subject. They don’t like talking about themself. They also get a little self-conscious about their scars when someone points them out.

57. How do they interact with people in a position of authority?

Very tentatively, but they never show belly. If they deem that this person is a moron and undeserving of their authority, they’ll quickly begin acting defiantly and coldly. They never follow someone’s orders blindly.

58. Who did they look up to as a kid?

A curious fellow named Buile Suibhne. He healed their wounds when they were a child, and taught them to hunt and steal and listen to the trees.

59. How do they interact with kids?

They're quite motherly! Very patient and playful with children. They’ll tell stories and teach them new things, too, like weaving or writing or natural correspondences.

60. Do they want kids of their own someday?

They worry if they’d make a good parent, but one day they might like a child. Two at the most. They sort of flip flop between daydreaming of a distant future and being convinced they’d ruin their child so they should just die an old, lonely crone.

61. Are they religious? If so what god/goddess or gods/goddesses do they worship?

They’ve interacted personally with the entities they pay their respects too, so yes. A lot of their magic is done with specific correspondences to spirits and gods, and they celebrate sabbats in the name of their corresponding deity. They worship Celtic and Norse gods, and reference them plenty whenever they feel that those gods are near.

62. What do they think the meaning of life is?

Just to exist. There is no ultimate goal to life. It’s just to exist and be a part of nature as you would.

63. What would they want their last words to be?

“We’ll meet each other again. Take care of yourself.”

64. What do they want to do before they die?

Return home to the forest they grew up in.

65. What/how do they want to be remembered for after they die?

A kind friend. A free spirit. Aside from this, they wouldn’t mind being forgotten.

66. How do they express affection?

In small gifts, in taking others needs into account, or in physical affection like hugs and kisses to the cheek or forehead.

67. What do they normally eat for breakfast?

Nothing! But if anything, bread and juice. They like a good croissant in the morning.

68. Do they like spicy food?

Yeah! They put hot sauce over their rice. You couldn’t really get spicy food where they’re from, so Vesuvia really opened their eyes to spice. They’re immune to capsaicin now.

69. Favorite fruit and or vegetable?

Diorbhail’s favorite fruit is a banana! Again, they only got to try one after getting to Vesuvia. Their favorite vegetable is a carrot.

70. Do they like sweets?

Yeah! They’re sorta picky about what sweets they eat, though.

#apprentice:diorbhail #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana mc #fan apprentice

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whisker-biscuit · 6 years

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Starry-Eyed

*Based on the beautiful artwork by @crysptrsh, please go check it out!*

Summary: Skout accidentally encounters the Nomad when everyone else is too far off to be of assistance. They share a bit of an unwilling soul search, and the spittoon girl learns that the world is a lot more complicated than she wanted to believe.

And some things shine brighter than the stars.

Skout had done it. She still couldn’t believe it, that she’d managed to accomplish what so many others had failed to do for over a century, but here she was, standing in front of a simple animal snare that had caught prey unlike any she’d ever expected.

Skout had captured the Nomad.

It was a bit of a lucky thing though, if the girl was honest with herself. She and the crew had been traveling into near-sunset when they had found a rare patch of cactus and desert shrubs, spanning a good several miles at least and very difficult to navigate. Toth, spirited and impatient, had ordered the majority of her group to start working through the undergrowth despite its treachery. The Y’dala woman herself took a smaller team to split up and ride around the perimeter – a task that would take the rest of the evening.

Of course Skout had begged to join, but ever since the encounter with the beast in the Nowhere storm, Toth had been bouncing between avoiding her spittoon girl in harsh silence and hovering over her like a mother hen. It was confusing, and frustrating, and Skout was just about ready to tear her hair out.

Jethro had been the one to suggest that someone stay behind with the larger wagon and set up camp, since it was obvious they’d be here for possibly a few days. Toth was against the idea until she realized it’d be a good way to both keep Skout out of harm’s way and ignore her at the same time, so she had assigned the poor girl the job with no room for further argument. One other Dandy-Lion was voted to keep her company, “just in case”, and then the group had departed.

After the tents were set up and a fire was built, Skout was left to her own devices as her companion decided he was taking an afternoon nap. He told her, settling himself onto the dusty desert ground, that the likelihood of the Nomad being here – or anyone really – was pretty slim. Skout was usually optimistic but she felt a little inclined to agree with him.

So now, two hours after arriving, she could maybe forgive herself for being a little slack-jawed at the sight.

The Nomad was stuck in a bit of a squat, his right arm inside the low-hanging, hollowed-out cactus arm Scout had set up to snare an animal for dinner. He was very still and very wide-eyed, left hand still gripping at the crook of his elbow in an interrupted attempt to pull out of the trap.

“You, yer arm’s stuck,” Skout said quietly, dumbly. She shook her head to snap out of her shock. “What’re you doin’ here, Nomad?”

That was enough to pull her catch out of his own freeze up, because he started tugging more frantically at his trapped appendage. The girl scampered up quickly in order to stop his struggling and the Nomad flinched back so violently he fell on his behind. His arm was bent at an awkward angle, uncomfortable but probably not painful.

“Hey, hey now, don’t be doin’ that! You’ll pull a muscle or somethin’!” She lightly scolded. “What am I s’pposed to tell everyone if you go gettin’ yerself hurt?”

But the Nomad wasn’t listening. He looked terrified, keeping as much distance between them as he could while still tugging desperately at the cactus snare. When Skout inched closer his shoulders jolted up to his neck and he tried to clap his hands through the plant. It didn’t work and the poor thing got a gloveful of prickly needles for his efforts.

Skout wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. She could go back to the camp to grab her fellow sleeping Dandy-Lion, but it was a fifteen minute push through the brush one way and leaving the Nomad alone was just asking for him to escape.

She could shout for help, maybe, but the search party had set out hours ago and would have good distance, careful searching or not. It was also starting to get dark, and she didn’t have a flare or anything to signal where she was.

The best option would have been to bring the Nomad back herself, but she faced two problems with this. First, she was recovering from her injuries. The moment the girl had gotten off her crutches she had demanded to jump back into the fray, and it was the only debate she’d managed to win against Toth since the incident. The exertion of walking alone for this long was difficult, much less hauling along an unwilling companion.

Secondly, the Nomad was acting…much more skittish than the last time she’d interacted with him. Sure, they’d been pursuing and evading each other for weeks now, and there wasn’t any doubts about which members of the group were willing to bring him back in less than one piece, but something about this was…different.

Wrong.

So, with a quiet resigned huff and a painful sigh, Skout sat against a brittle shrub to consider her dilemma. She brought up her legs halfway to her chest and draped her arms tiredly across her knees, eyes distant while the Nomad heaved and panted in front of her.

“What’m I supposed to do?” The girl near-whispered. “If I go messin’ this up again, Toth could get in a whole lotta trouble again.”

The two made brief unexpected eye-contact before the Nomad’s face turned abruptly to the side, still clearly terrified. Skout huffed again and picked absentmindedly at a scab on her thumb.

“And you ain’t been helpin’ things much, Friend. Actin’ all afraid a’ me like that. I ain’t that scary…am I?”

The Nomad blinked up at the girl and gave a tiny, timid shake of his head, and Skout frowned.

“Ya say that, but I’m not much reassured, Mister Nomad.” She looked at him again, studied him a little more closely. “Why’s everyone so upset at you, anyhow? I know you’ve been doin’ magic and all that rule-breakin’ stuff, but…what makes ya so special to get everyone up in a tilly?”

The words made her captive tense as a rattlesnake. He stopped struggling to stare at her, an expression on his face that was half pleading, half disbelief, and mixed together to form 100% distress. Skout would have been unnerved, but everything about the last few weeks had been unnerving and she was sick of the feeling.

“And, why ya gotta be bundled up so much too? The desert is plenty cold enough at night for that, but it ain’t so kind durin’ the day.” She scooted up to him on her butt, green eyes starting to fill with the inquisitiveness she used to be more famous for.

Whatever the Nomad was seeing, however, he wasn’t liking at all. He tried to kick backwards, and when his trapped arm stopped the movement he instead tried to hide fetal-position behind the hollowed cactus. Skout was having none of it.

“Come on, Friend, I ain’t gonna hurtcha! I just wanna,” the girl paused. “Actually, I don’t really much know what I want. I guess. Maybe…” She chewed her bottom lip. “Maybe I could just see yer face? Is that alright?”

Her captive uncurled just a bit to watch warily. His gaze drifted down her body, and Skout realized with a start that he was looking for weapons. She almost snorted in irritated amusement.

“Nah, I ain’t got nothin’ dangerous on me, Toth has been real weird lately, not lettin’ me do nothin’ useful. I dunno why she still wants me here, if I’m bein’ honest.”

The Nomad leaned around the snare, closer than he’d been willing to get before, and Skout’s breath almost caught at the brightness of his eyes in the growing dusk. She tentatively reached a hand out, not quite closed into a fist.

“Can I? Please? Just one look?”

Her fingers brushed against the rim of his hat, but he didn’t wince away. The Nomad remained completely rigid, with a slight twitch to his body like a reluctant marionette with no other way out. Skout took the hat off and turned it this way and that, respectful but curious. She didn’t notice nervous tears forming in her captive’s face.

Next came the bandana, wrapped so tightly around the Nomad’s face and neck it was a miracle he wasn’t suffocating, in her opinion. She gently pulled it down and made a startled noise when she couldn’t see an obvious mouth.

“Uh, well.” Skout stammered as the Nomad made himself a little smaller. “I uh, I’m sure lots a folks don’t have mouths! It ain’t that uncommon, promise!”

But she was even more eager to see the rest of his face now, and the head scarf was grabbed a little faster, with a little less consideration of his comfort level. The Nomad jerked back at her action and ended up coming right out of the headwear. It remained stuck in Skout’s hand, but she didn’t notice.

Because the sight before her was nothing short of incredible.

Pitch, fluffy hair swept up in a current of soft innocence, highlighting a slim, childlike face. Eyes, once tempered by so much faded orange, now glowed in beautiful brilliance against the deepest of dark skin, and the tears still prickling at their corners added the illusion of liquid light circling two dazzling moons. The lack of mouth and nose were no longer disconcerting, but ethereal. As if to complete the celestial picture was the sky, finally reaching that point of showing stars but not so opaque as to obscure everything else.

It was unlike anything Skout had ever seen before.

It was magical.

“Flippin’ flapjacks,” she breathed, drawing the scarf close to her collarbone. “That’s, this – you’re beautiful.”

The Nomad remained still, tears threatening to spill and shimmer down unmarred cheeks. He – they – made a move as if to take the scarf back, then stopped and recoiled. Skout blinked dazedly and slowly came out of her trance.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she passed the piece of clothing back and the Nomad accepted it gratefully, managing to wrap it back on properly even with only one hand available. The bandana came back up to cover the bottom half of their face, and with a hesitant tap they took back their hat, pressing it snugly on top of their head like a security blanket.

The girl tried to get the amazing image out of her mind, but no amount of blinking or headshaking could do it. She picked at her scab without looking at it.

“So uh, I don’t s’ppose yer gonna come back with me if I ask nicely, huh.” Skout grimaced when she received an incessant ‘no’ in all forms of body language. “That’s what I thought. Dang it, How’m I gonna explain this to everyone?”

Her captive seemed just a little less fearful for their life, because a half shrug was her answer. The spittoon girl sighed and looked up at the evening sky.

“You know, there’s so many stories ‘bout before magic disappeared. Sometimes Toth tells ‘em to me, when she’s in a good enough mood. It always sounds so amazin’, and I’ve always wanted to see it with my own eyes.”

Skout went quiet for a few seconds and just watched the stars twinkle. “And then I gotta chance to meet you, and – now don’t get me wrong, those little critters you make are right plum outta the fantasy books, but this…I ain’t never realized how special it really is, I guess. You’re really special. Honestly. And I wanna help Toth and help her people, that’s why I’m still goin’ with her even though…even though she ain’t been too happy with me lately. But I don’t…what happens after all that? Where do you go? Why does El Ray want you so bad?”

Something anxious and troubled leaked into the Nomad’s eyes then, and if Skout didn’t know better she’d say they knew exactly what would happen to them. But that was impossible. It was probably just the fear talking.

“When we came here today, nobody really thought we’d see you. I think Toth’s the only one who wanted to search this place. Maybe…just this once,” she hesitated, and stared into the subdued radiance of the Nomad’s eyes. “Maybe I could just…not find nothin’ in this trap. Maybe it just sprung by itself somehow, cause that, that happens sometimes, right?”

The Nomad’s expression was bordering towards disbelief and the first inkling of hope, even as tears still glimmered along their skin. Skout wanted to cry too, at the unfairness of it all. She took ahold of her captive’s free hand and clasped it in her own, willing them to look at her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Twenty minutes later, the sleeping Dandy-Lion woke to find Skout stumbling into the camp, dirty and tired and rather listless. He propped himself up on one arm and watched her.

“Did the traps catch anything?”

And Skout looked at the night sky again, at stars that were once so inviting when she had been younger, and more naïve to the complicated nature of things. They weren’t like that anymore.

“Nah, nothin’. I think you’re right, ain’t nothing worthwhile here at all.”

They weren’t like that, because she had started to lose that naivety, that stupid belief in a black and white world and her ability to know the difference.

But in return, she had received a glimpse of something even more magnificent. Something worth protecting even if she didn’t know how to do it yet. And it wasn’t just a visible sight, either.

Because after she’d freed them, before the two parted ways again and she’d started the trek back –

The Nomad had hugged her.

I love this series and I love crysptrsh’s amazing talent and I love the fluffy-haired Nomad theory. I just love everything tbh - thanks for reading!

#nomad of nowhere #non #nomad of nowhere skout #skout #nomad

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pendragonfics · 7 years

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Crackers, Wine, and Good Company

Paring: Natasha Romanov/Reader

Tags: female reader, bisexuality, new years eve, kissing.

Summary: A shy scientist who works with Bruce Banner falls hard for Natasha Romanov. Natasha Romanov, bad-ass Avenger and kick-ass agent, also falls for the other woman. Sick of them not doing a thing about it, the team does something about it.

Word Count: 1,991

Current Date: 2017-12-31

The best part of working in a lab, was not the fact that you could work also on your own scientific things. Well, it’s a great fact, and you did that, quite often. But no. The best part of working in a lab was that you could do your job, and not talk to anyone else. In your high school yearbook, you’d been voted most likely to live alone (as a joke), and best introvert (for real). It was a miracle that you’d even been selected from the graduating class to work alongside the Avengers themselves, but still, it happened, and as a scientist, and as a very shy person, it was amazing.

You worked alongside Dr Banner, and Dr Cho, and on the odd occasion when she breezed into town, Thor’s ex-girlfriend Dr Foster. But three people who talked to you were enough for your quota, and you did your best to keep to yourself and do the best work to aid the Avengers in their quest to better humanity.

That was until you saw Natasha Romanov.

You’d seen girls before, oh boy, yes, you’ve seen girls before. Girls with perfect hair and rude tendencies. Girls with long legs and sarcastic comebacks. Girls flirting the bi-curious line and running back to boys after a kiss. But when you saw the ex-Agent, your eyes grew wide, pulse grew fast, and you turned heel and walked the way she was not. In that zero point zero two second lapse, you saw how incredibly gorgeous she was. Hair so straight, could give a paper cut. Smile so perfect, it could kill a man. Eyes that could probably do that too.

You ran back off to your lab, the results for Mr. Stark still in hand, and heart racing faster than ever before in your life. If she was the Black Widow, then, well, you’d be a caterpillar. Prey. Your experience of dating girls in your life made you practically vowed off love, and as a woman whose heart went to men and women, that meant something. Being publicly dumped and humiliated one too many times did that.

But Dr Banner caught on to it.

“Tony said he didn’t get the atom-based Vibranium blaster theory paper last month,” He said, pushing a scuffed pink mug of terrible coffee toward you. “And the report on the improved arrows for Barton yesterday.” You cup the mug in your hands, unable to look at your co-worker and friend. “I thought I gave them to you to pass on.”

You mumble something, and then, realising it was too inaudible, say, “I got distracted. Sorry.”

Bruce pulls up a stool beside you. “Distracted? You’re the best scientist I have here – you helped me calculate the differentiation between the X-Gene and that of an Inhuman.” He places a hand near your own, and says, “Is everything okay?”

You nod. “Y-yeah. Just…I don’t want to be a runner anymore. If that’s okay with you.”

He cracks a smile. “Sure, ________. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, I’m not a monster,” he chuckles, and taking a sip of his mug, pats you softly on the shoulder. “I got results back from the forensics, and you wouldn’t believe what the alien material found has traces of…”

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Natasha Romanov was not an idiot. She also was not the brilliant scientist who worked with Banner, who she was curiously intrigued about. Every time she saw her (h/c) hair tied back to satisfy the lab rules, her bright (e/c) eyes behind the safety goggles, Nat wanted to ask her to coffee. It had been a while since she found herself falling for a woman, not since her childhood friend Marina. But when she saw her fleeing every time they locked gaze, Natasha decided to ask about it. She was a former agent, a former assassin, and if she could not have a chance at the person who made her heart go pitter-patter, then it was not worth it.

While training, she asked Clint. He said he didn’t know a thing about her, and then after she finished him off with a roundhouse kick and pinned him down with his arms behind him, gave up and said to try asking Tony for more information, since he was the guy who hired people.

So, she did. But when Nat rounded the corner to Tony’s suite, she was met with the sight of him and his fiancé Pepper in a compromising position. She turned heel, and decided to ask Steve instead…only to remember he’d taken Bucky and himself to someplace in the wilderness to escape the fireworks and whole shebang with New Years Eve. She understood. PTSD was a bitch.

Tired of walking around the facility like a moron, Nat decided to take the fight to where the source was – she was no Sherlock Holmes, but she was smart. If her mystery girl was a scientist, worked with Dr Banner, and wore one of those insufferable yet adorable lab coats, she’d be in the science wing of the facility. She met gaze with Bruce rounding the corner, and stopped him from going any further.

“Hey,” she said.

He nodded. “Hi.”

Nat chewed the inside of her cheek. “I heard you have a lab assistant.” She muttered, scuffing the sole of her boots upon the floor. “Came to welcome her.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “________’s been here for almost two months, Natasha…” he scoured her face for evidence of any ulterior motive, and found he couldn’t read her. “and since when do you just drop into the labs?”

She shook her head, hating the fact that two years ago she had a fling with the guy, and still had to work with him even though it was most certainly over. “Ugh. Never mind.” She turned heel, and walked off, the echo of her heeled-boots clip-clopping away.

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Bruce rounded on you after he talked to Natasha, interrupting your mid-afternoon meditation. You’d almost finished, but he pressed pause on your phone. Now you’d have to start all over again. Opening your eyes, you were met with the familiar head of curls, and an unfamiliar look on his face that looked like he knew something you didn’t know. Well, he was in his late forties, he defiantly did know some things you didn’t know.

“I know why you didn’t deliver those files to Tony,” he said, sitting before you on the floor. He wasn’t barefooted, like you, his shoes were on your yoga mat. You winced internally. “You have a crush.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What? How? No. No!” you gave it all away just like that, and to prove it, your face grew red. You hung your head. “Dr Banner, I’m – I tried to be professional, but I’m just not good around people, and Mr. Stark’s office is all the way around the other –,”

He chuckled. “I know you’re shy, ________, but Natasha is only human too.”

If it were possible, your face grew even redder, and hotter. “Please, please don’t tell her.”

Bruce frowned. “Tell her? Geez, I’m trying to help you here, not be cruel.” He places a hand in yours, and says, “She all but told me she likes you too, ________. Caught her walking in here, and she gave it all away.”

You look up. “She’s just so pretty, I can’t even get words to come out when I see her,” you tell him. “I’m twenty-nine, not nine, and this isn’t Elementary school and she isn’t one of the girls in grade ten who outed me for being bi.” You blurt out. “I’m an adult! I should be better at this!”

Bruce nods. “If it’s any consolation, I too am terrible at relationship stuff. I didn’t get a real chance with Betty until after I became the Hulk. Sometimes it takes a while for people to get to the right place.” He consoles you, and withdrawing his hand, goes to stand. “I mean, not everyone is a Tony.”

You laugh at that, but really, you’re just sad that it isn’t true.

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Natasha is a very, very intelligent woman. She can calculate where a man will be by his gait, even if she’s outside a building. She can shoot a gun with her foot. She can also, apparently, be lured not by the evils of her past, but a co-worker, and that is where she is right now. A very smart woman, stuck outside the facility on a balcony, wearing less clothes than what one requires for the middle of winter.

She watches as Clint walks away through the glass of the door. She calculates how much force it would take to kick down the door, but does not attempt it. It’s the Avengers facility, everything is reinforced. Nat huffs, and turns to see the view from the balcony.

“Oh – hi. Hey.” Her eyes turn to the person who spoke. It’s ________. Her hair is loose, and she’s wearing clothes ill-suited to the outdoors. Her face is red, like every other time it is that Nat sees ________, except, this time, it’s so cold out that it does not quite show. “I would have thought the person to come rescue me from out here wouldn’t end up being locked out too.”

Nat raises an eyebrow. “You got locked out? Barton?”

________ shakes her head, rubbing her arms for warmth. “No, Dr Banner. Said he left data out here for our experiment…I’m an idiot.”

Nat harrumphs. “I’m an idiot too. Clint said he parked the Quinjet on stealth-mode, and couldn’t remember where.”

________ laughs at that. It’s a small laugh, like a chuckle, but to Nat, it’s the most beautiful thing she’s heard, and she has also heard people pardon her for her terrible past before becoming an Avenger. But then ________’s laugh ends, and instead, she speaks with a solemn tone, “I – I’m sorry for running away from you every time I saw you.” She apologises, voice small. “I’m not that great at people skills, and, new people, and you’re really pretty –,” she claps a hand over her mouth, and groans, “sorry…”

Nat smiles. “Well, I think you’re really pretty.”

The door opens, and stepping through, Wanda Maximoff holds a platter of assorted nibble foods. Literally stepping through the metal of the door, Vision holds a bottle of sparkling juice in one hand, and champagne in the other. They place the items on the table, and Nat and ________ watch in silence, amazed that all it took was that confession to get someone to come out. But then, instead of letting them go, Vision pulls out a couple of heated blankets, and glasses, and takes his leave.

“Hey!” ________ cries out, seeing those two locking the door behind them. “What –,”

The watch on Nat’s wrist read four digits. 23:58.

“________, I don’t know about you, but I have no New Years Eve plans, got given a whole lot of food, a warm blanket, and are hanging out with a cute girl,” Nat says, sitting at the table, looking out over the expansive grounds of the Avengers facility, the beautiful forest, “I’m staying out here.”

________’s eyes widen. “It’s new years’?”

Nat laughs at that, and tugs the wrist of the scientist who had earned a place in her heart. “Yeah, it is. C’mon, sit, let’s eat crackers and drink wine and watch terrible fireworks.” ________ yields, and sitting beside Nat, they share a blanket, and both nurse a glass of bubbles. “Have anyone in mind for a new year’s kiss?”

The loud bang! of a firework hisses to life, spraying the stars above with patterns of golden and red lights. ________’s breath hitches, amazed at the sight, and turning to Nat, cradling her face with her hand, she says, “I think I do.”

Nat believes the year ahead will be the greatest. ________ knows it will be.

#natasha romanoff #Natasha Romonova #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader #avengers x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #f/f #Female reader

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idridian · 7 years

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Day 5. Time travel to a new or old era

@gayredmage‘s Crack Week is in full effect!

So much funnier like this. I love sassy Jenova. First instance of me skipping the sex scene.

“Oh, come the fuck on” Cloud mumbles, staring down at his phone.

It’s the third time this week that Sephiroth shows up to cause havoc, and this time it is in Nibelheim of all places. Well, not exactly Nibelheim itself. More like in the general vicinity of the old reactor. But still, Cloud is the one who gets notified, and Cloud is the one expected to go and deal with the issue. And he’s getting pretty sick of it.

He calls Cid to get a lift on his friend’s new airship (because unfortunately his motorcycle can’t cross oceans, no matter how much he tries to make it possible), and prays to Gaia that Sephiroth will still be there when he arrives and he won’t have to chase him across half the planet again. Like he did last Friday. Instead of going to the movies with Tifa like originally planned. Which he is still pretty pissed about.

Today, however, luck is on his side, and when he stomps towards the half-dilapidated reactor, Sephiroth is waiting for him on the steps. Something that looks suspiciously like Jenova with even less limbs than before is propped up against the doorframe behind him. Sephiroth is obviously protective of it, which obviously means Cloud will end up having to destroy it.

“Good to see you, Cloud” Sephiroth sneers. He appears to be fond of this catchphrase and has greeted Cloud with it every single time he came back since Meteor Crisis several years ago, and apparently doesn’t get the hint that it stopped being intimidating after the third use.

Cloud doesn’t answer and draws his swords.

A fight of truly epic proportions ensues, which the author was unfortunately too lazy to write down. But there is lots of awesome one-liners and acrobatic jumping and the Power of Friendship helping Cloud not get his ass kicked. Promise.

Unfortunately, the Power of Friendship can only do so much, and so Aerith, Cloud’s second best dead friend and former healing specialist, decides to intervene from beyond the grave. She calls upon a super secret Cetra Magic Spell that was never mentioned before this very moment due to being super secret. It bursts from the sky in a blindingly bright beam of magic, instantly destroying every piece of flora and fauna it touches, and trapping Cloud, Sephiroth, and what is left of Jenova in its center.

After a few agonizing seconds of sheer light that will probably have some very nasty aftereffects on the eyes, it disappears again, and Cloud and Sephiroth are left standing in the middle of a zone of absolute destruction. It takes them a moment to collect themselves. Cloud tilts his head back and stares at the sky accusingly.

“Aerith, what the fuck?!”

“Umm…” comes the answer from the lifestream.

Sephiroth, who just a second ago was summoning thunderstorms and trying to slice Cloud to pieces, suddenly looks very lost. His eyes dart from the spot where the mummified remains of his ‘mother’ were situated just a few seconds earlier, to Cloud, and then to the clouds above that the magic spell had erupted from. “Where did she go?” he asks in an unusually small voice.

Cloud groans. “Aerith, please tell me you know where she went!”

“I… think I do? I mean, I can’t sense her presence anymore, but there’s really only one explanation for that, so…”

She is interrupted by Sephiroth, apparently over his moment of perplexity. “What did you do to my mother?!” he yells, and Cloud ducks just in time to avoid being turned into shashlik.

“I accidentally cast the wrong spell!” Aerith yells back “She got sent… uh, somewhere else. Kind of difficult to tell where exactly. I’ll figure it out. Please stop killing Cloud; I still need him for stuff”

Sephiroth hesitates, giving Cloud enough time to put some distance between himself and Masamune. The one-winged angel frowns, and looks up at the sky with an almost wistful expression. “What did you do to her, Cetra girl? Into what hell did you send my sweet mother?”

Wow, cold. Why the heck is it so cold? What happened to global warming?

…also, why can I feel cold?

She stirs slowly, getting a feel for the body she apparently has (??? what??) and taking in her surroundings.

Not Nibel mountains. Snow and lots of wind. Nothern Cave? Also, tribe people. That’s bad.

She’s surrounded by a bunch of Cetra (??????????? when did those stop being dead????) who are trying to multitask between threatening her with spears (yup, that usually helps against alien viruses) and whispering amongst themselves (do they realize she can hear them?). All in all, not the worst situation she’s ever been in. Not even the second worst one. She’d place it around the 200th place or something. One of the Cetra people steps forward and starts talking in one of their Northern dialects about how they have missed the sight of her, and how glad they are to welcome her back in their mid. She deems it better not to murder them all, and instead maybe get them to help her find out how the heck she got here.

I love how they still think ‘thing that takes on the forms of your dead relatives’ means ‘good’. This is exactly why you’re dead. Speaking of which, why are you not dead?

She doesn’t say that aloud though. Instead she lets the clueless (and most probably doomed) Cetra help her up and lead her to presumably one of their villages. She’s not really paying attention. Her mind is still aching with the acute loss of her connection with Sephiroth (ow ow ow) and the disorientation that comes when the personality you shared a mind with is gone, but the imprints it left on your personality are still there.

In his case those were a lot of thoughts involving penetration, and sarcasm. Bless him for sarcasm; I never knew I needed that so badly.

They have arrived at the village, where quickly a crowd of curious faces forms around them. A few children try to touch her hair, but are held back by what are presumably their parents, who stare at her suspiciously. Their survival instinct seems to be working better than that of the other Cetra, at least. Not that it’ll help them when she shows her true form.

She is led into a large building made of clay, which consists of only one single room with a fireplace in the middle and soft fur mats on the floor all around. In one corner of the room, on a huge pile of furs in all kinds of different colours and patterns, sits what at first glance looks like a woman.

At second glance…

Oh boy.

The villagers bow to the creature and take their leave, pulling the thick leather curtain that serves as a door shut behind them and leaving Jenova alone in the room with… herself.

Because she might have a lot on her mind and sometimes get things mixed up, but she sure as hell remembers what she looked like back in the day. And this is most definitely her.

I forgot how damn gorgeous I used to look without all those mutations.

Her past self lounges on her seat gracefully, her head tilted to the side and resting on one arm to give off an aura of effortless boredom. She eyes present Jenova up and down, taking in the appearance of some dead Cetra woman who has apparently had the audacity to come back to life. She sighs deeply.

“I don’t know who you are, but since you are resisting my attempts at penetrating your mental barriers and seeing how you managed to return… I guess we will have to do this the old fashioned way”

Present Jenova feels the corner of her mouth twitch at the mention of ‘penetrating’ her mind. Past Jenova frowns, obviously confused by the reaction.

Ah yes, you won’t be introduced to the concept of innuendoes for another 2000 years. I forgot.

Nonetheless, she steps forward with a not very subtle swing to her hips. She knows how to sex appeal. Or, well, she knows how to sex appeal around her son. Charming this sentient ice block of a creature will be a whole different challenge.

“I doubt what you’d find inside me would be of interest to you, but…” She opens her arms in a gesture of invitation “Feel free to try!”

Her counterpart arches an eyebrow, unimpressed. “If you thought seducing me was going to get you out of the trouble you’re currently in, then I am sad to inform you that you are sorely mistaken. Your human pleasures do not interest me”

Bitch please; I know where your clitoris is. That should spark your interest.

How very lucky she is that her past self can’t ‘penetrate’ her mind. If she could, Jenova would probably be in a lot of trouble right now. She can’t though, and so her counterpart remains clueless about the brilliant masterplan forming in her head, which mostly consists of “go down on her, get away, go back to own time”. She has no idea how to do the second and third one yet. The first one, however…

The air is loaded with static when she wakes up, having dozed off curled against her counterpart’s back. That one appears to be asleep. Jenova sits up, careful not to make any noise, and cocks her head to the side to listen to what’s happening around her.

That smells like time magic. Did the Cetra girl finally figure out how to control it properly?

She stretches her legs and makes to stand up.

The sudden grip of her past self is vicelike and decisive. “Do you really think that I’m just going to let you leave, after displaying such interesting skills? Not to mention a rather detailed knowledge of my body – the real one, the one I haven’t shown anyone?”

The static in the air has turned to crackling energy by now, growing brighter and brighter around them. This is definitely the same spell as the one used back at the Nibel reactor, where this whole mess started. And that means…

“I’m going to go with ‘yes’ for now” she tells past-Jenova, whose eyes widen in anger. She opens her mouth to speak, but the light beam hits before she can form the words.

Two thousand years later, she opens her eyes.

Holy shit I have eyes. And a body. And no clothes.

“Mother!!” a very familiar and sorely missed voice screams, and the next moment Sephiroth has thrown his arms around her, holding her close and at the same time shielding her naked form from a very confused looking Cloud Strife. “Don’t you dare look!” her son hisses.

Strife facepalms.

“Yay, it worked” the dead Cetra girl sings from the lifestream.

Jenova gets up, ignoring her son’s fierce protests, and stares up at the grey sky, presumably into the dead girl’s general direction. “Thank you kindly, Aerith Gainsborough” she says sweetly “How very nice of you to help me obtain a more suitable body than the old one”

There’s a moment of silence. Then the girl coughs awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah… sure. No problem”

“Aerith, what the fuck?!” Strife roars. He suddenly breaks into an outraged and very, very loud tirade about how he sacrificed everything for her, how dare she help the enemy, and so on. The Cetra listens for a bit, and then retaliates by pointing out that she was fucking killed by the enemy, thank you very much.

Jenova shakes her head, and grabs Sephiroth by the hand.

“Come on, we’re done here” she tells him, and leads him away, leaving Strife yelling at the sky while the sky points out his stupidity.

They walk in silence for a while. Jenova is amused to feel the effect her new body has on her son through their connection, and how uncomfortable it makes him.

Sarcasm and penetration. And bless him for both of those things.

He still hasn’t learned to shed the shame those silly humans taught him to feel though, and so once more it falls back on her to drag him down to the ground and make them one again. Her silly, weak, oh-so-human son. He looks lovely when he’s hers.

She cannot wait until this body is corrupted enough to grow tentacles.

#ff7crack2017 #gayredmage #jenova #sephiroth #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #jenova/sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #SPOILER PAIRING DON'T READ #jenova/jenova #selfcest

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loveinthetimeofcorona · 5 years

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March 16

I started off my morning today with a tight pang of chest discomfort and a really sweet cough. How was your Monday?

To start off this journey back into blogdom, I have to let you know where it all started...

2019:

In December I fell ill the week before Christmas. I had just come back from Disneyland with some girlfriends, and that Monday felt my throat be a bit hoarse and started to lose my voice. Being somewhat of a roller coaster enthusiast (did you know you can join a NPO for them?!) I just chalked it up to screaming my face off with friends while riding sick rides.

By that Thursday I felt sick in a way that didn’t feel right. I didn’t have a fever as far as I could tell but I was coughing and sneezing, my headaches were getting worse, and my whole body just...hurt. I decided to go to urgent care care and was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection (URTI). Four different meds and 2 weeks of bedrest/taking it easy later, and I felt good as new. And I felt “good as new” up until two weeks ago, when I noticed that my chest pain was coming back in and out again. I figured with the deluge of information from the news, from my friends and their anxiety about finances and housing and, like, the planet, maybe I was suffering from small panic attacks. I had had a BIG one right after the 2016 election where it hit me this was a reality I didn’t want but was now stuck picking up the pieces for. So...

2020:

I carefully monitored myself while going on a work trip this March, and came back Saturday no problems. Right before I went to bed, I noticed my throat seemed a little sore.

Fast forward to today, two days later, and I feel like shit like I did in December last year. Not as bad as the first time, but definitely “off.” Because I work remotely for much of my job I’m already a member of the Stay Home Club (an excellent online shop) but knew I should still get checked out if I was sick again. So, like a responsible person who doesn’t want the world to end on a apocalyptic note, I requested a virtual appointment at 4:05pm via my health insurance’s app. However...as of 8:15pm tonight (4+ hours later), the app still says “WAITING ROOM - PROVIDER NOT YET JOINED.”

If I do have coronavirus because I travel for work and I could have picked it up but also I am a human and have been doing stuff like go to bars and concerts before this issue was decreed a national emergency - what the hell am I supposed to then? Just wait? Them “tests” being mass manufactured and distributed are taking their sweet ass time is wild.

Today:

Today was my first day back at work from being onsite, and man. The bitterness and yet overt optimism was palpable. I get it though. My industry closely aligns with live events, and we are getting hit HARD with a capital D (destruction - what did YOU think?) Cancellations. Postponements. Rescheduling. Have you ever tried to herd kittens who are on speed, and there’s nails stuck to the bottom of your shoe? That would be so much easier that what is going down in the entertainment, hospitality, and live music space at current moment.

The thing is, I keep seeing posts back and forth about who has it harder: teachers, health care professionals, grocery store workers, public transit operators. And I have to say, for all the pissing contests I’m observing at the moment, it’s just grim for anyone involved. Can we just accept that if you’re not in Orange Twatface’s back pocket or a one percenter, we have to band together? If you’re not getting paid time off, your hours might get docked; if you have to interface with the general public, your supplies to deal with the volume may dwindle faster and you can’t replenish. If you’re a creative whose audience or clientele has been slashed or a service industry person who relies on someone’s consumption, trickled-in or overtly halted business just won’t cut it. Or maybe you cannot afford health insurance because your organization is too small to require it or you rely very much on tips for income. Or maybe you’re in an essential job and you feel guilty about not going to work because you want to help but also don’t want prolonged exposure to a potentially deadly rapidly spreading superbugfuckface virus that has decimated the healthcare system already. Dude. It blows all the around. There’s so many variations of “I am getting so fucked/affected/impacted” that it breaks my heart every time I hear a new story. It’s manifested in 836 strains, all punishing.

I won’t pretend to know the answer to these things; I just know I am trying my best to donate to GoFundMe’s set up for my favorite bars, and getting around to ordering that shirt from a local vendor I’ve been meaning to do for the last few months. It’s something small even the daunting face of being overwhelmed. I wish I could help everyone.

Five random thoughts for today:

I read that if you do think you have coronavirus, you should abstain from any animal/pet interaction as there’s not enough data to officially confirm they are immune. This means I will go down via snuggling my cats.

I am chuffed to see my friends’ efforts in cooking, drawing, gardening, and other hobbies go more deeply. It makes me realize that capitalism truly is a bitch.

I started a Slack channel at work called #cutestuff to hopefully combat the barrage of bad news happening in the world and I don’t think my co-workers know yet that it’s going to be a big coping mechanism for me.

I ordered this wallpaper so we can spruce up our kitchen, but my husband and I disagreed on which color was better - so I ordered it in both tan and blue. Curious to see which one of us has better tastes once we see the options in person.

I took some Advil sinus/cold meds when I realized I was over the four hour mark waiting for my PROVIDER to come meet me in the WAITING ROOM still. Happy to report that I’m feeling marginally better.

#coronavirus #loveinthetimeofcorona

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Roleplay Server Log #273

“Polybius...”

[Doc] Emerges from the little portal into darkness and puts hir hands on cold cement. The space is dark and quiet and smells strongly of old paper, fusty clothing, and aging plastic. Xe stands up carefully in the pitch black. The feeble light from hir eyes not cutting the gloom. The doctor strikes a torch and holds it out to see.

-The space is obviously a storage shed and there's the slightest whirr of air to indicate it's being held at the current temperature. Stuff is piled up in every corner. A few boxes of clothing and books with papers shoved hastily into the corners and poking out the tops. And piles and piles of electronics. Some of it looks stolen; car radios with dangling wires, and several of the same fancy coffee makers still in their boxes. The light reflects off a screen and Doc walks towards it. There are three hulking arcade cabinets on the back wall. Nothing xe recognizes, but xe gives a bittersweet sigh to find them here, saved, but not being used as they should be. Xe runs the torch closer, Arkanoid... Street Fighter... Polybius... With a sigh xe turns back to the task at hand. Hoping against hope that the trail xe's been following would lead hir to the prize.

Xe digs through the junk and unearths a plastic tub with several PC towers. They're trying not to make noise extracting it from the mess, but it's difficult.

Behind them, something flickers in the dancing shadows. There's a soft stirring and Doc freezes, putting out the torch hurredly. They have a hand on the box and are still trying to scoot it quietly to the center of the floor.

There's a noise like claws dragging over wood and the Doctor swallows hard- terrified but unwilling to leave hir prize. Xe Looks around, every sense straining. The small light of the brines eyes travels over the boxes and and debris and across the row of arcade machines as xe turns in place and then stops.

Only two screens are reflecting now. One of them is just an empty void. A box falls behind hir and xe bites hir lip in terror, reaching down for the tub of old computers and sucking it awkwardly into hir inventory.

There's the tinest crackle and sound of claws on the cold cement floor-

[Doc] Summons hir statick and turns, ready to fight-

The light illumates a creature much larger then hir, spindly and naked. It's head is a screen filled with small terrified faces that resolve into a single pair of baleful eyes. The hands lift up and there is nothing attatched to them above the wrist. The claws are curled cruelly and poised to slash-

[Doc] Strikes out blindly with hir electricity and clashes with the hands as they fall.

[???] The entity catches hir hands and the resulting expolosion of power injures them both. The creature falls back into the mess and scatters some of it.

[Doc] Is winded and hurt but manages to scramble close to the old tv they used to get in here. They make a portal quickly and start to crawl inside-

[???] Kicks out with clawed feet and slams Doc's ribs as they try to escape.

[Doc] Is punctured by the monsters talons but manages to get away and force the portal closed before collapsing on the sandy beach. Xe's lying there for a long time, allowing hir system to repair the burns and hole before xe gets up and staggers to Dawn's house.

[Dawn] See's hir coming and runs out to meet hir- You look terrible! What happened?!

[Doc] Some kind of monster... I think I woke it up.

[Dawn] That's never good. Have you taken up grave-robbing now?

[Doc] No... I did loot a storage unit though. I guess that is a type of grave for human hopes and dreams...

[Dawn] That's morbid. Why did you do that?

[Doc] I'm looking for an old Minecraft seed. But the server it was on was very corrupted. - Xe takes out the crate of Pc's - I think one of these may have the save file. But I have to be super careful so I don't spread what was wrong with it. It needs to stay quarantined. And I feel like you're the best person to help me with that- indicates the solar and turbine array.

[Dawn] Oh! You need a battery?

[Doc] Yes, and I'd like to do the exploration here if you don't mind.

[Dawn] Now?

[Doc] No, not yet. I just want you to promise me you won't turn these on. Don't even plug them in.

[Dawn] Absolutely. I'll keep them safe until you're ready.

[Doc] Thank you my friend. I think I'll head home now if you don't mind.

[Dawn] Holds out her phone- Safe journey-

[Ohana] It's fine HG. I just... I.. Probably deserved it... Maybe.... -shrugs a bit and bends down to dip his hand in the water -... I don't think so... But... He.... He always said...

[HG] I don't think anyone deserves that -crosses the bridge-

[Ohana] Maybe... Maybe not..

[hg] -there are many plants with many textures even cactus-

[Doc] Comes back inside the server and goes down into the lab, gingerly supporting hirself agains the wall.-

[Deer] Is scrubbing the front of Idolus' tank clean- Love? What happened!?

[Doc] Comes down and sits on the bottom step - I got attacked...

[Deer] Puts down her sponge and swiftly moves to Doc's side- By what?

[Doc] I don't know... it seemed like it was something otherworldly. But it had a square head... I've never seen that irl. It scared me half to death.

[Deer] Hugs Doc- Are you going to be alright?

[Doc] Yeah... I'm just shook up. It felt like... I don't know... like getting stalked by Cp back in the beginning. And when I tried to shock it with my lightning; it backfired and blew up in my face.

[Deer] Kisses Doc's temple- Do I need to give you an examination? Make sure everything is in working order?

[Doc] Hums contentedly - Maybe...- xe accidently clicks an item out of hir inventory and an apple rolls out-

[Deer] Watches it roll-

[Doc] Turns towards the sound -

-The apple tumbles down the steps and suddenly shoots up in the air as it hits the floor, it bounds off the far wall like a rubber ball and blasts across the table, breaking some of the glassware with a huge crash and pinging against Idolus's tank before rolling to a stop under the table-

[Doc] HOLY SHIT.

[Deer] Yelps and jumps back a little-

[Doc] Just kind of slumps back on the step, hir hearts hammering. - fucking hell...

[Deer] - I'm not sure I want to touch it...

[Doc] Me neither. Now I'm not sure what to do with it...

[Deer] - Why don't we just go somewhere and relax for a bit? Buff's got Yaunfen so we have some time

[CN] Frantic bird noise as he goes tearing across the ground-

[Glitchy] - Walking with his Lopunny, Altar, at a leisurely pace. Until CN crashes into his legs at a full run- Woah!

[CN] Tries to hide behind Glitchy-

[Altar, Lopunny] - picks CN up and tucks him to her fluffy chest.-

[Firebird] - comes running up, skidding to a stop infront of Glitchy. He doesn't see CN in the Lopunny's arms- Did a brown bird go by here?!

[Glitchy] Went that way. - points off in a random direction-

[Firebird] Thanks. - Takes off that way-

[CN] Curious chirp at Glitchy-

[Glitchy] - waits until Firebird is out of sight to reply- So, what did bird man do to make you run like that, little guy? - turns head to look at CN and Altar-

[CN] Frustrated chirps and wing flaps-

[Glitchy] Annoying you? He seems like the type.

[CN] Affirmative chirp-

[Glitchy] - Gently takes CN from Altar and lets CN sit on his shoulder as they resume walking- I see... Finally got sick of them and ran?

[CN] Huffs and ruffles feathers as he settles down a little-

[Polybius] Is dragging his cabinet down the path to the manor and swearing as he goes.

[Sally] Is playing in the woods with Hoodie-

[Polybius] Puts the cabinet down for a moment and sniffs the air - I hear you. Who's there?

[Sally] Peeks around a tree- Hi!

[Hoodie] Shifts nervously, he knows most of the pasta's but he doesn't believe he's met this one-

[Polybius] Looks down at her - Hello Sally... Is your father around?

[Sally] - Papa's hunting! But he should be home soon!

[Polybius] Good... I need to speak to him. - He looks at his burnt and floating hands - And probably Locklear... or Ej...

[Sally] - You're hurt?

[Polybius] Shows her his scorched hands. The arcade cabinet has smears of blood from the wood rubbing on them.

[Sally] - Oh no!

[Hoodie] Perks up a little and turns back towards the manor-

[Polybius] Uses the opportunity to rest with his back to a tree.

-A slight static fills the air as Slender appears having returned from his hunt. The collar of his crisp white shirt is dotted in blood-

[Slender] - Ah, Polybius, it's been some time

[Polybius] I was sleeping off a good full meal... I probably would still be if not for being woken up.

[Slender] - Something woke you?

[Polybius] Something I mistook for human prey. A sneak-thief in a white coat. Maybe SCP?

[Slender] - The SCP is not known for white coats, at least, not outside of their facilities

[Polybius] Then perhaps someone with no fashion sense. - his screen gives an annoyed crackle- Irregardless, they tried to give me a shock and it blew up in both our faces. - shows his hands-

[Slender] Where his brow is scrunches up a little- Tell me Polybius, did they have a glow to their eyes?

[Polybius] Maybe? It was dim and they were carrying an old fashioned torch.

[Slender] - Then I believe I know who you speak of, a curious character known simply as Doctor

[Polybius] They made a hilarious noise when I pounced them at least.

[Slender] - Good, they can also be an annoyance at times

[Sally] Grabs onto Slender's pants- Papa, can I have some cookies?

[Slender] - Certainly child

[Polybius] Not to be an annoyance myself, but can I get some assistance with this? - Indicates the arcade cabinet- I've come a long way.

[Slender] - Certainly- He reaches for it and gently picks it up in his tendrils

[Polybius] Thank you. So what did I miss? Any new creepypastas crop up in the interim?

[Slender] - The Doctor I mentioned? They've been... Adjusting things much to my displeasure

[Polybius] Oh? How so? They aren't affliated with the MIBS or some such, are they? Those people are such pains in my ass.

[Slender] - No, they originate from the destructive childs realm... I actually don't believe you've met the destructive child, have you?

[Polybius] I have not, unless it's a new nickname for an old pasta...?

[Slender] - Herobrine, possibly the strongest of the digital types to exist

[Polybius] Hisses - Even though he is digital, he doesn't like other digital entities- What kind of name is that? And where did he crop up from?

[Slender] - A game known as Minecraft, it's made him very useful when the manor needs repairs

[Polybius] And yet you call him the destructive child? -snorts- I presume it's just a function of Slenders making him clean up after himself!

[Slender] - Within his first week of fully gaining his physical form he blew up half the house, set fire to my woods, cut most of Offender's limbs off, and tried to kill just about everyone in the house

[Sally] - He didn't try to kill me!

[Polybius] Just stares at him in wonder with a little bit of glitching on his screen- Should I just... stay in the woods?

[Slender] - He's not here at the moment, you are safe. He's calmed down recently as well since gaining his mate

[Polybius] Did you send him somewhere to cool off and he just happened to find a girl?

[Slender] - She was originally his victim, had it not been for a bet he had with the Drowned child, she would probably be dead

[Polybius] Twitches slightly at the mention of BEN- That one I haven't missed... My sense of smell has finally recovered from the last time I was in his presence.

[Slender] - He has found a mate as well, and has had a child with said mate

[Polybius] HOW? Is she nose-blind?

[Slender] - You know pasta's have no control over who their mate is

[Polybius] Sorry... it's just hard to imagine... And with a child...? Let's hope he's better at taking care of a kid then taking proper care of himself.

[Slender] - From what I've heard the child adores water

[Polybius] Breaks into distorted laughter and it clips his screen, the image of his eyes flickering.

[Slender] - Indeed- He opens the door to the manor and motions Polybius inside

[Polybius] Goes gratefully in and takes a deep breath of the familiar space. The air is heavy with the fug of old blood and new-

[Slender] Places the cabinet in a corner- I'll see if I can get somebody to fix it for you

[Polybius] Ah, it needs a coat of new paint anyway. I'll get to it when my hands aren't so raw.

[Slender] - Your room should be as you left it, I'll see which doctors are in the house right now

[Polybius] Thank you. - He looks around for a moment- It's so quiet... Are the others hunting?

[Slender] - That... Is another thing the Doctor has done, many are now in the digital realm, although Splender is there to help keep an eye on them there

[Polybius] Blinks in confusion - How many digital pastas are there now?

[Slender] Thinks for a moment- There's the three poke pastas, BEN, Herobrine, EXE, BRVR, Jewel, and of course you

[Polybius] Mentally, bitterly, 'Still too many' - So they've all gone back to their silly games?

[Slender] - Strangled is here, but for the most part, yes

[Polybius] Wait... you said Splender is there? How is that possible?

[Slender] - He had a bit of help from a witch

[Polybius] Leave it to Splender to make friends with everyone...

[Slender] - Indeed, he's also acquired a new pet

[Polybius] grins- I thought Splender getting a new pet was like, a weekly thing?

[Slender] - This one has lasted longer

[Polybius] Impressive. What is it? A pet rock?

[Slender] - A very deadly dragon

[Polybius] I almost asked how he found a dragon, but if he's in the digital realm; they're as comon as Doritos.

[Slender] Gives a mental burst of what Pinwheel looks like to Polybius-

[Polybius] That's deadly? It looks like an angry easter egg. Does it do tricks?

[Slender] It has pit viper venom

[Polybius] How precious. Ah Splender... nothing can turn that smile upside-down.

[Slender] - Oh I've seen it frown before

[Polybius] Waves a hand - You know what I mean. - His gesture splatters a few drops of fresh bood on the rug-

[Slender] Slight sigh- Come, let's get you patched up

[Polybius] Sorry sir. -follows

[Slender] - It's nothing new- He heads upstairs and knocks on a door with a raven painted on it

[Locklear] Opens the door, he's sans his usual plague doctors mask and the dark circles under his eyes are very evident- Yes?

[Polybius] Ah, Locklear, it's been a looong time. How have you been?

[Locklear] - Well, are you in need of anything?

[Polybius] I got electrocuted...

[Locklear] - Then please come in, I'll gather my supplies

[Polybius] Respectful nod to Slender and goes into the room-

[Locklear] Motions to a chair while he opens a cabinet and pulls out bandages, cleaning supplies, and antibiotics-

[Polybius] Lays his hands on the table and walks several feet away to sit in a nearby chair. The hands remain lying there like curled and bloody spiders on the table, occasionally flexing a hooked claw.

[Locklear] Goes over to the table and begins cleaning the wounds carefully- I'm surprised your awake right now

[Polybius] Yesss... The last arcade I infiltated was rich hunting grounds. So many foolish children. I think some of them will never want to play again. I found what I thought was a quiet place to sleep. But I guess no place of storage is safe from thieves and explorers.

[Locklear] - Did they manage to take anything?- He's applying the antibiotics

[Polybius] Nothing that was mine. Just a box of old computers. One human's trash is anothers treasure I supppose.

[Locklear] Snorts in amusement-

[Polybius] Wiggles a finger as Locklear touches it. - It sounds like there's been quite an exodus from the house. How did you escape getting caught up in it?

[Locklear] - Whatever it is that's spreading, the main carriers are BEN and LJ, simply avoid being touched by them

[Polybius] Spreading? -he seems genuinely concerned- Are they leaving because of a disease?

[Locklear] - I'm not entirely sure, but if it were incredibly serious, I'm certain the slenders would tell us

[Polybius] One would hope... they may be strange, but they do protect us...

[Locklear] - That they do- He finishes wrapping up the hands and brings them over to Polybius

[Polybius] Leans forward and the hands float back to him and settle on his spindly knees- Much appreciated - Is there anything else.... I should know?

[Locklear] - Just take it easy for a few days, let the wounds heal completely

[Polybius] I intend too.

[Slender] He has prepared a snack for Sadly who is happily eating it at the table-

[Sally] - Papa?

[Slender] - Yes child?

[Sally] - I want to visit Splender

[Slender] - I'm sure it can be arranged

#polybius #creepypasta

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