#Z-INDEX MY BELOVED…………..

[xumoonhao]

THBNJKVK I THINK I FIXED THE THING IN MY CODE THAT HASNT BEEN WORKING FOR MEEEEEEE 😭😭😭

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

For the person in my messages who asked for tips on tackling the Silmarillion and then suggested that I put them in a post — here they are! This is just my personal opinion, and others have weighed in on this topic before. But in case it’s helpful:

1. Be kind to yourself about this task! There’s a reason lots of people find the Silm challenging, and if you do, too, that’s no judgment of you.

2. IMHO, the first few chapters are the hardest, so try not to let them intimidate you out of the whole thing. It starts off with this very formal, archaic tone, and the early chapters take on some very abstract, metaphysical ideas. But you get used to the tone, and the story comes down out of the clouds to something more grounded and closer to a traditional (but still mythological-style) narrative. (Note “hardest” does not mean “bad” — I love those chapters!)

3. Realistically, you are not going to remember every name, place, and detail, so have a plan for that. Everything’s got a thousand names and Tolkien doesn’t always do a good job telegraphing what info is significant and will come back later vs what will literally only ever be mentioned once in passing. So expect to take some notes or spend time flipping back to earlier chapters or to the index or just googling as needed to remind yourself exactly who that angry elf is and why it’s a big deal that his own magical dog wants nothing to do with him now.

4. Find someone to read along/discuss with you. Talking about it helps you retain the info better, puzzle out stuff you found confusing, and stoke your interest by letting you dive deep into characters or themes or ideas that are especially amazing (Gwindor my beloved!). You can read along with someone in real life, someone here (hi!) or with a podcast or YouTube series, of which there are a bunch that go through the book chapter by chapter in an accessible way. (If anyone wants recs for this purpose, just LMK!)

5. Embrace that the story is nuanced and complex, which means your reaction can be the same. If you read it and find yourself wondering, “I’m not sure how to feel about [cursed human X] doing [morally objectionable thing Y]” or “I don’t understand where [spider-shaped creature of darkness Z] came from and how she got so incredibly cool powerful?” — that doesn’t mean you read it wrong! There is room for interpretation, and a lot of questions raised by the book don’t actually have obvious answers. (Questions like, is evil ever justified? Can redemption be earned and how? What do we owe to others even at a cost to ourselves? Big stuff!)

6. DNF it if you want! There’s no rule that says you have to read the Silm to be a Tolkien fan, and you don’t have to suffer through something you find unpleasant just to earn some Tolkien Points. I think it’s a gorgeous book that feeds my need to wrestle with big Life Questions while giving me some indelible characters that will always stay with me, but you don’t have to think that. Art is subjective, and there are plenty of other ways to enjoy Tolkien if the Silm turns out not to be your thing.

[seris-the-amious]

Orange Kisses | Fluff

// So basically I had a fever, messily ate an orange, and then thought of Z a y n e 🤡🙏

Sypnosis: Whilst also wanting to prove that surgeons aren't the only people who could skillfully peel fruits, you snack on an orange while waiting for Zayne to come home and found yourself in a silly predicament of your beloved Doctor wanting to have more than just a share of your little snack

Warning: we get showered with kisses! and probably slightly OOC Zayne :,)

// Note: First time writing with him and SOMEWHAT proofread!

Date Posted: 3-24-25

*ding!*

Zaynie: Have you eaten yet?

Zaynie: Ive finished my shift at the hospital.

You: Mm, not yet. Im on my way to the kitchen to get fruit

Zaynie: Wait for me, i'm on my way.

Zaynie: I believe that if another "Bandy Banana" band-aid were to go missing from its packet, their comrades might begin to get suspicious.

// A/n: ..I actually did get a small cut from cutting the orange...

You: You make it seem like i'm "eager" for another injury

You: P l u s, it was only one or two times! And you were always there, maybe my cutting skills are better when you aren't here ;))

(Zaynie reacted with: 🤨)

You: And Bandy was just doing its job until he got promoted to being placed in the bin, that should motivate their colleagues to do better

Sighing after recieving another one of his naggings, you put your phone down onto the countertop before grabbing a saucer from the cabinet and grabbing whatever fruit you could salvage from the pantry

Fruit of the day: O r a n g e!

It's been a while since you've eaten these juicy little buggers, but ever since you began dating your beloved doctor, you've been more inclined to eating more fruits as snacks. You eagerly set down your fruit to grab a knife and cut it like so:

(Yes this was taken on the day of the fever-)

You take a half-powered bite hoping to suck out the juice yourself only to make a mini mess on the table within and surrounding the small plate, trying to hold off anymore of tangy liquid spreading. you firmly hold your pose as is, slowing down the descent of juice encasing your fingers

You quickly bite off the remaining flesh the poor slice had to offer before moving onto the next, it wasn't long before you've almost covered the lower-half of your face in the citrus-y substance

Hearing the click of your apartment door, you quickly grab a paper towel to clean your little fruit montage, rushing to greet your beloved.

"Im home, my love" he exclaims as he sets aside his shoes beside yours, you were quick to eagerly cup his face with both hands saying "welcome back, doctor"

It barely takes a moment for Zayne to feel the invading scent of the sweet-and-sour fruit. He puts his hand above yours, leaning his head onto it

"I see someone was impatient and decided to make a mess while I was gone" he gently leads his hand holding yours towards his lips giving them small pecs as if trying to salvage what little remnance was left

You giggle as his small pecs turn into bigger nibbles "theres still some left on the table, you know?"

He makes a small hum of acknowledgement "I prefer if nothing went to waste.." he momentarily pulls away, still holding your hand.

"And besides, you missed a spot." He plants a sudden, lingering kiss on your jawline where your citrus-y mess once laid . You giggle at the sudden intrusion as he steps back to look at you, eyes batting to your lips almost in an instant

Much to his dissapointment, you place your index finger on his lips

"Ah ah. clean up first, and then..." You gently let go of his hand to brush away the stray bangs from his tired face

"You can eat."

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"See, didn't I do a great job? No Bandy Bananas were harmed in the process!" You chirped as you hugged Zayne from behind the counter, who's now wearing his usual black button-up shirt examining a singular orange slice on his hand

"Still,," he grabs the small knife and begins to peel the remaining skin

"Hey you're supposed to hold it there" you grumbled

He shakes his head and grabs the lone flesh and eats it whole without trouble, he positions it to the side of his cheek in order for him to still be able to talk

He turns to you with crossed arms "No mess. Thats why I told you to wait" he lightly boops your nose

You roll your eyes "Alright fine, Doctor-Darling-Obvious but I still" Once again you cup his face with a little force earning yourself a grunt from him

"Made my point about cutting fru-"

A singular bead of orange juice trickles down the side of his lips from the force of your hold, upon realization, Zayne quickly swallows the slice, and within a beat you decide to tease him

" 'No Mess'? " you cackled as he looks at you unamused by your antics

"That was your doing." He scoffed about to turn away to look for tissue as you grab his chin forcing him to look back at you

"Ok ok, i'll bare the 'responsibility' " you chuckle

You lean in to kiss off the trail of citrus from his jawline going up stopping right where hes been wanting you to be at making his breath hitch

"I believe my work here is done!" You snicker as you put both your hands on your hips seeing him pout

"Need I repeat myself once more?" He mutters, his tone visibly going lower

"Sorry?- H E Y" He leaves you no room to react as he finally pulls you into a long awaited kiss before quickly pulling back to reply

"You." He kisses your jaw

"Missed" Another to your lower lip

"A." Then the corner of your lips

"Spot." Finally to your lips once more, the kiss slow, long and savory

You both pull away to catch your breathes, Zayne licks his lips to savor the fruit's left-over tangy flavor

You have a silly smile plastered your face which was progressively turning more and more red, you glance at Zayne whos looking away ever do composed, yet his pinkish ears tell a different story on what he's truly feeling.

"Has.." you began, slowly regaining your composure "The doctor not been eating well again?"

"Mm. It's enough"

"Zayneee..." >:l you nudge him, this man can scold you for an enternity for eating instant food(and not even regularly!) Yet he has tendencies to starve and live off from the vending machine

He chuckles. He finds it endearing you care for him just as much as he does for you, and would never trade it for anything else

And he'll make sure of it by...

"Then, will you do the honor of satiating this poor Doctor who came back from his shift?"

He takes a step forward

..You take one back

And then another..

And another... a grin slowly forming on your lips before breaking into a sprint around the apartment

You didn't hear his footsteps follow right after meaning you got a headstart, and you decided to turn and seek refuge in your room

Giggline to yourself as you thought you locked the door-

You get tackled by a familiar force landing on your bed and begin to shriek in laugher

Ah no wonder, he knew where you'd be.

"WAIT- AHAIEH- NONO Z A Y N E- HOW- N OOO" He holds you captive as he began peppering your face with quick kisses, laughter fills the apartment to be contained only for the both of you to enjoy

A myriad of kisses later, you both cuddle and relish in the peaceful silence

"Zayne?" you called, snuggling in his embrace

He hummed, acknowledging your voice

"I love it when we do this... I love-- you " you smile contently to yourself

He pulls you closer to him and tightens his hold, as if you'd get up in any moment

"...I love you too"

// AAA FINALLY! Sorry if the end seemed pretty dull and rushed, I really wanted to get this over with and post, it was originally much shorter than this but I realized it wasn't enough to make sense given the title- constructive criticism appreciated!

MASTERLIST

[nerdybluephoenix]

I saw other writers do something similiar. Here's an index for those of you following me for short stories. I'm giving simple descriptions since titles alone wouldn't help most of these

They're not in any particular order.

Updated: October 18th, 2023. Not all my comics are on this yet.

//free icons//

Stabby, ufo, and haso planet

//Text//

Aliens are Not a Deer - uncanny valley story

Horrible Earth Creature - Aliens travel a long distance with a friend

You, Humanity - your species, your rules

Planet Crossing - 1904 Olympics was just so fun the first time. Prompt answer

Plastic Lizards - Humans share a traditional holiday

Why Aliens Hate Smiles - fake analysis on the human smile

Mushrooms - quite literally the title. An alien learns about mushrooms in general

Space Lottery - humans travel through space then reflect on their collective guilt as a whole

Funky Post About Water Bears - Alien rescuers investigate a crash site for the survivors

I Read Plane as Planet - Humans eat something they shouldn't

Service Dogs - Alien meets a service dog. Prompt answer

And They'll React... - Aliens and Autism. Prompt answer

True Center of the Universe - Egotistical alien feels no existential crisis. I'm not op

Humans and Spiders - Sometimes aliens look similar to Earth creatures. What bad luck

Gen Z - Aliens learn of how generations think they're superior to other generations.

Surveys - Human emotions aren't permanent

Cold - Alien meets one of Those Guys who never feel cold. Prompt answer

Red - Color looks different to different species. Sometimes the difference is more extreme

Dietary Lack of Restrictions - humans can eat nearly anything

Rain - Human inconveniences that they are used to is considered hazardous to others.

//Comics//

Notes on a Weird Travel Companion (remastered) - Originally titled "A Few Ways Humans are Weird"

The Human Smile (remastered) - Fake analysis to inform aliens

The Human Smile (original) - like above, but worse

Getting along - my ocs argue

Scary Movies - younger humans watch a movie. Prompt answer

Old Joke - my ocs play a prank

In My Nature - my ocs face a dilemma they both fail

Language - while I experiment with my comic style, my ocs argue

Addressing the Humans - fan comic for a cute post. I'm not op

Meaning of Everything - my alien oc read a human book about space

I'm not Touching You - fan comic for a cute post. Also my first comic of my ocs

A Few Ways Humans are Weird - incomplete comic I gave up on. Remastered version at top

Retired Roomba - two panel fan comic of the beloved mascot

Crewmate Dynamics - doodles of how my crew feels towards one another

Sibling Rivalry - two panels showing a brother and sister getting older + extra art of my oc

Sleepy Evek - My oc falls asleep at the wheel after parking the ship, and other oc finds them there

Drunk Constance - my oc drinks, then probably should go to bed

Art Collection - Experimental art of my ocs being themselves

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Night time routine

Steven yawned as he walked out of the shower, feeling refreshed  as he dried his hair with the hotel towel. 

"Already passed midnight." He tossed the towel onto the bed  before laying down himself. With a sigh he took his phone Into his hand smiling at the lock screen of Connie on one of her college tours. 

It was a simple picture. She was wearing one of his old blue T-shirts under a blue sweatsuit, her hair in a ponytail and some circular lenses shades on her head, a new style she picked up, it fit her. Her grin was a wee mischievous and behind her left index, as if she had a secret for the one taking the picture. 

It was adorable, all in all.

He typed in his code and headed straight to the messenger app, clicking on the name 'berry❤knight'.

Roaming⭐: Hey Connie, just

got into my latest hovel.

How are things on your end?

Steven rested the phone down on his bare chest as he looked at the ceiling of his room. The lights were off but the window was open giving the area a moonlit blue.

"She's probably asleep, actually what time is it over there?" He sighed. He reached to put the phone on the end table when "Home Sweet Home."  ranged from his phone. With a grin he turned over the phone to see a candid picture of Connie taking a sip of Durian juice as she brushed her hair back and read with a request for a video call below it. 

He accepted with gusto.

a few seconds passed before Connie appeared on the screen. "Hey." 

Steven could feel his cheeks blazed at the sleepy tone of her voice and the drowsy smile on her face. The messy eye shading bed hair, The blue straps and the slight cleavage peeking from her light blanket didn't help either.

"You're turning pink. You OK?" She teased.

"Pssh! Ha ha. I'm fine."  He kissed his teeth. " You're cute tonight..Adorable even."

"Yeah, I woke up like this, literally." She chuckled.

"Aren't we a natural beauty." 

"Have to be. I never know which man of the night might call me." She grinned

"Oh! You're popular huh?"  He smirked. "Bet you have your own fan club."

"I get my stares, but the only one that seems to catch my eye, is this cute little bedazzled belly button boy." She sighed dramatically  "He's such a catch and always calls me at night. It's unfortunate that I have a boyfriend."

"The same one who is traveling?" 

"Um-hum." She nodded. "I get so lonely."

"Well, let me keep you company for the night." He chuckled, "Since you like it so much."

"See you're trying to make me go back on my boyfriend." She bit her lip.

"Naw, nothing like that." He licked his upper lip. " Still, what you vagabond of a boyfriend don't  know, not gonna hurt him."

"Pfft! You're so bad, Biscuit."  Connie laughed..Only to get a small plush thrown at her.

"If you two are gonna flirt through the night, please keep the laughter down, Ni'. " A tired and grouchy feminine voice came from Connie's left.

"Sorry 'Tricia." Connie whispered before throwing the plush back with a chuckle. 

"Tell Patricia I said hi." Steven said through a smirk only to hear her groan in response.

"You got her mad at me." Connie accused  with a playful pout. 

"I'll make it up to you when I see you. Promise."

"Make it up to us too" Patricia commanded.

"Us?" 

"Daniel's here." 

"Yo." A groggy male voice answered from Patricia  bed, followed by the sound of a kiss and Patricia's giggling sigh. "Good night guys." it was a few seconds before the slight  sounds of calm breathing could be heard.

"They're cute" Steven stated 

"I know." She sighed. "So, my beloved Biscuit. What's up?"

"Nothing, really. Just checking in. What time is it over there anyway?"

"2:22"

Steven sucked in a breath. "Sorry.. it's 12:22 here, didn't mean to wake you for your sleep."

"Don't apologize. I was asleep for like ninety-minutes, plus don't have any morning classes tomorrow. So you're fine.." She hummed teasing. "Especially with what you got on."

"You mean my…." He gasped dramatically, "sweatpants?"

"Oh yeah...You look sleepy sexy." She pursed her lips as she nodded in approval,  

The two held back a laugh to keep from waking the other two up.

"You really do look good, though." She admitted with a smile.

"You say that every night."

"As if you don't?"

"It's true though." Steven retorted " I got me a college hottie." He stated with pride.

"Pssh! That's nothing,  I got me a worldly hunk." 

"Got me a gorgeous, genius, gamer girl."

"Got me a vivacious, venerable, vagabond."

"Got me a sculpturesque, successful, stimulating,  superhuman." 

"Sculpturesque?" She gave him a flirtatious smile and spoke with a voice to match "... Someone upped their vocabulary on the road.." 

"I picked up a few things, here and there."

"You gonna have to show off then." 

"Indeed." He gave her a small adoring grin. "How was your day?"

She shrugged. "It was nothing to talk about…Classes are going alright. No problem there."

"Bu~uuttt."

"Hehe..Boredom." She sighed "The days are starting to run together." She gave him a wink " Lucky, my nights are fun."

He scoffed jesterly. 

"Hey,I'm serious, you punk…"

" Really hearing about how I drove somewhere and found some ducks or talked to someone about coins is interesting to you."

"Immensely." Her eyes shined as she stated her truth, before smiling gently." Hearing about your day..is the best part of my day."

Steven's face glowed at her touching words. "I feel the same." He smiled. "I'm always amazed about what you're  learning at college, what clubs you're joining, what your studying...It all seems over my head, but the way you passionately describe your subjects. It's so intriguing in itself.It seems more like story than a discussion"

"Biscuit…" She swooned. "You really enjoy my babbling."

"I love it. I could listen to you babble bout everything and never get tired...I'd make a whole symphony of your babbling if I could." He praised seeing her smile. "Especially, because you seemed so happy to do it. Your bright smile, make me just want to hold you tight and let you talk for hours."

"Now you know how I feel when I hear your regaling tales of the road."

Steven rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, who could forget the great desert-tire incident, or the night of the hole in the ceiling and we'd be remiss to not mention the omelette action at the 'might be OK' corral."

Connie giggled at his uninterested tone. "Hey, I really like the omelette story." She relaxed and grinned." I like all your stories. The way you tell them, makes it so." Her grin fell to an admiring smile "Your voice changes when you switch from one part to another, the way you inflections matches your emotions and quote the people you met, the way you talk with your hands at certain events. Your stories are nightly musicals to me...My nightly private one man shows...and the best part...The part that means everything to me." 

Her tone got a bit more serious  as she breathed out. " It means you're doing fine and Steven...You don't  know how much that means to me..To know that you're out there discovering the world, making mistakes, meeting people. Finding out who you are and handling yourself… It makes me proud... not just of you, I've always been proud of you" She shook her head. "There I go babbling...But..yeah." 

"Connie?"  

"Hmm?"

Steven breathed deeply giving her a pointed and loving look. "I'm proud to be with you..."

Connie felt her face burned and heart bang against her chest the emotion she felt from the words "I am too…You..our relationship is my greatest source of pride." Her voice was a sweet whisper but it resounded in Steven's ear like a drum.

  His face glowed pink as he started to grin and chuckle. The multiple emotions of love he felt for his Jambud, his best friend, battle partner and most recently partner in love bubbled to the surface. "Connie Maheswaran, I love you."

He had said it to her before. Passionately, jokingly, as a friend and more. Yet the way he said it just now, with a blushing face and strikingly strong eyes in a silent voice only loud for her ears. It made her quiver, shook her heart and dry her throat. It made her feel treasured. secured. It made her feel more than just loved. More than just his partner in love, but more like his partner in life.

 "I love you too, Steven. " It was never hard to say it..but it was never this easy either nor did it warm her heart so much. She chortled as she saw him wipe his eyes..it made her wipe her own.

"Good, I'm not the only one crying in joy." He joked while he sniffled a laugh.

"Oh, be quiet, You lovable himbo."  She retorted though her own.

The two rode through their fits of giggles, calming down after a few moments when Connie yawned.

"Sleepy berry." Steven teased

Connie nodded " It is a quarter to 4 here."

"Wait what..Where’d the time go?"

"Absorbed by the combined force of my awesomeness and your schmaltziness..Hehe, we time traveled."

Steven yawned "Apparently, Berry."

"My Bisky is sleepy as well."

"Yup, the eternal curse of the Z's"

"It plagues us to no end. Hhhaaa~wwnnn!" She smacked the roof of her mouth, her tongue coming from her yawn.

"Adorabloo~ohoo!"

"Yes..yes you are."Connie impishly smirked. "Can you meet in my dreams this soon? ."

"I could visit you tonight." 

"I want you too..I really want you too" She sighed and shook her head ".. But no..You really seem tired. "

"Have been on the road for 16 hours prior  to bed so.."

"My lovely liege." She shook her head again in faux disappointment. "You have to sleep uninterrupted, Biscuit."

"Looking out for me,huh?"

"You are my love and pride, after all."

"As are you..."  Steven chuckled tiredly. 

"We can stay on call...At least until our phone dies." Connie's eyes gain a competitive look, "See who sleeps first."

Steven arched an eyebrow. before nodding, "OK, Beauty berry, you're on." He laid on his left side as Connie laid on her right, their phone's back-light turn down to protect their eyes but still enough to see each other's smile.

"I fell for your smile first."  The whisper came out quicker than she could stop. 

"Really?"

"Yeah..It's so big and bright.."

"Hmm?"  He smirked. " I fell for your voice first. Your voice is so calming and strong, and cute when you're laughing."

"Why am I not surprised  you would fall for something sound related." She chortled.

"I love that sound...I love your eyes too. They're so deep and beautiful."

"Steven." She smiled tiredly. "How did I luck out with you."

"I ask myself the same thing." His voice held a lot more fatigue as did his grin. "Ni' your eyes getting very sleepy."

She shook her head in defiance "I think that's you Biscuit, I can hear the grogginess in your sweet baritone...Speaking of..Have ever told you I love your baritone voice."

"No...Tell me."

“I love your Baritone”

Steven sighed a laugh at the faux drunk tone of her voice. His eyes closing slowly“ I adore your contralto.”

“We make beautiful music together.”

“Jambuds right...If music was a relationship, it would be us.”

Connie hummed. “Suave. Where did you learn to be so charming?”

“I don’t know,” He rubbed his head as he yawned “ Just wanted to make you smile.”

“You always do.” She closed her eyes snuggling into her pillow. “ Steven?”

“Hmm.”

“Wanna get married after college?” her voice was completely swallowed by drowsiness induced drunkenness.

“Uh-hm, sure.. I’ll find a place for us and Lion, before then. “Steven was hardly any better.

She nodded. “That’s good...I love you by the way.”

“Love you too, Strawberry.”

“We’re gonna get married, yay..” Connie's voice drowned out to shallow breathing as she drifted to sleep. ”I’m Mrs. Maheswaran- Universe..” 

Steven could only smile before he joined her in sleep. Her last statement resounded in his ear and heart...The sweetest lullaby he ever heard.

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

✧･ﾟ:  floofvember d15  :･ﾟ✧

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character: yaoyorozu momo

genre: fluff

note: ACK i know this is late, but i’ve been busy the whole day doing real life type of shit but here it is!! sorry if it’s messy asf yikes. anw, here’s some love for yaomomo bc ya’ll know she needs it!! ♡ 

–– medusa. 

yaoyorozu momo

for the past few weeks, days have been getting harder to accomplish. finals were approaching quickly, which meant that the workload was piling up. less days were spent with your significant other, who was occupied with the endless pile of work given by the teachers of the hero course. not only did the paperwork snatch her from you, but it was also the long training hours for self-improvement. momo was passionate about her profession– her future, to be specific. you didn’t quite mind her frequent absence over the past weeks, but you couldn’t help but miss her. little did you know that she missed you in return.

it was saturday, the last saturday before finals week specifically. the skies were clear although forecasts had predicted heavy snow later in the afternoon, an ironic reflection of the storm of stress that was to come in the next few days. momo had taken the risk of paying you a visit despite the due dates set next monday with the reason of missing her beloved dearly. so she clutches onto the coat hugging her figure with her nose buried into the collar of the oversized hoodie beneath the layer, picking up the faint scent of a certain, signature scent. once she arrives to your front door, she fishes out the extra key you had given her two months back to unlock the door. her second most favored scent had hit her as soon as she entered the household, catching the whiff of your home. “cinnamon...” the heroine mutters, eyes searching for traces of your presence on the lower floor of your house only to find none. still asleep, momo thought with a simper formed on her plush brims. she kicks her shoes off by the front door, shrugging her heavy coat on the rack before approaching the staircase leading to your room. light footsteps thump on the wood of your staircase to the second floor, opting to stay silent if you were still asleep from the tensions of last week. she toys with the sleeves of the hoodie, her sole form of warmth, before twisting the knob of your room’s door.

there you were, face down with your limbs spread out on the mattress, save for the pillow you held close to your frame. even at this hour, you were in the land of slumber. momo gently shuts the door behind her back before approaching your frame, setting herself to sit by your side. without a second thought, she reaches out to brush the stray strands of your tresses behind your ear. her hand travels from there, stroking the features of your visage from the shape of your jaw, the curve of your cupid’s bow to the soft skin of your cheek. you stir in your sleep, rustling beneath the sheets to face her. momo has a better view of your face now, stealing the opportunity to further trace the details out in pure admiration.

soon, you awaken to the feeling of soft pads of digits outlining your cheekbone, finding the great beauty by your side. “good morning, love. did i wake you?” she asks, timbre gentle and apologetic. you blink sleepily, reaching out to capture her hand with your own. “a bit. but i don’t mind waking up to see you after a stressful week.” you assure with a grin, earning a similar reaction from the latter.

“also... is that my hoodie you’re wearing?” you have to squint to make out the light shade and design of the hoodie momo is wearing. a light blush coats her cheeks, causing her to look away once caught. her index finger hooks around the string of the hoodie’s collar, twisting at it shyly before responding. “i’m sorry, i...” she gulps before continuing her reasoning. “i missed you, so i took your hoodie. you aren’t upset at me, are you?” her gaze shifts, guilty at the action of stealing the piece of clothing.

but really, who could be upset with momo when she looked absolutely adorable with an oversized hoodie– your hoodie, especially.

so you shake your head in response to her question, rising from your position before cupping her cheek. “i will be if you don’t scoot over to my side and let me cuddle with you after not seeing you for an entire week.” this brings a simper to appear on her visage, her arms immediately thrown around your shoulders which immediately bring both your bodies crashing down the mattress. she nuzzles against your side, limbs intertwined with your own in an attempt to get even closer.

“i’m going to catch more z’s. you plan on staying for long?” “i plan on staying long enough for this hoodie to smell like you again.”

and of course, you couldn’t say no to her. you never could.

[rosesisupposes]

Fall to Rise

Part 11 of Another Goddamn Hero Story

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Chapter Relationships: Romantic LAMP; Familial LAMPT; Background OC pairings;

Chapter Warnings: Memories of trauma; questioning memories/reality; mentions of past death/murder; cadaver mention; Human experimentation; nonconsensual experimentation; cryogenic freezing; mention of blood loss

Word Count: over 7,600 i’m so sorry

Taglist: @residentanchor @royally-anxious@bewarethegrammarpolice   @jemthebookworm@arandompasserby  @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse@thelowlysatsuma @monsterinatophat @turtally-pawsome @um-yes-hi-hello @idkaurl @potestessemagishomosexualitatis@hawthornshadow

a/n: yeah, it's been a minute. i started law school, things got hectic. here’s a Lot of Things

D.R.E.A.M. Index #337501 [UPDATED] Classification: M.1.iv [Primary Tier Neutral, Unknown] Name: Agent Whisper Status: INACTIVE /////////Reason: Reformation-In-Progress, Enrolled Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Thomas Sanders Affiliation: Neutral Partners/Sidekicks: DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain; /////////The two teams volunteered to oversee his reformation Primary Foes: None Powers: Pathokinesis - Broad Spectrum; Illusions - Broad Spectrum; Self-Healing/Rejuvenation - Broad Spectrum; /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] There have been multiple edits to this entry, and I’ve no idea why, and I can’t see the history. Can you check this? - Joan Costume: Black t-shirt with a skull that can change between white and floral, jeans. Age: 19 Height: 5’10” Pronouns: He/Him H.E.A.R.T.S. Class: Enrolled Note: Brother of DI#337437 - Gale Force; Presumed killed in IR15-Z-0632, apparently self-healed; Unclear if powers were created by [REDACTED], or if they were always present and [REDACTED]. /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Talyn, what’s going on? Why can’t I un-redact these phrases? /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] I have no idea - these details weren’t added by me. It makes no sense. The note was added, and then edited and redacted. But from the code it looks like both changes were from… Logan?

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #337413 [UPDATED] Classification: Class A.2.iii [Secondary Tier Hero, anomaly] Name: Crimson Marauder Status: ACTIVE Civilian Name: [TOP SECRET] Roman Fitzroy Affiliation: Hero ///////// H.A.T.C.H. Status: On Call Partners/Sidekicks: member of DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain; Works with DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; Primary Foes: N/A Powers: Psionic Construction; /////////Able to manipulate color of constructions along the red spectrum, unless it is a previously-created object being stored in a psionic pocket dimension; Constructs that have persisted need less energy to maintain; complete lack of consciousness can deconstruct Costume: Black Suit with Red Blocks, Gold Belt, Black and Red Cape with Gold accents; Black and gold mask Age: 25 Height: 5’ 11” Pronouns: He/Him H.E.A.R.T.S. Class N/A Note: Formerly known as Scarlet Prince, see DI#337321; Origin and family unknown

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #337437 [UPDATED] Classification: A.1.iv [Primary Tier Hero, unknown] Name: Gale Force Status: ACTIVE ///////// H.A.T.C.H. Status: Blackout Only Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Patton Sanders Affiliation: Hero Partners/Sidekicks: member of DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain; Works with DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; Primary Foes: N/A Powers: Air Manipulation - Broad Spectrum; Costume: Grey calf-length tunic, slits up to waist with loose sleeves over loose white trousers; light blue belt; matching blue symbol of a hurricane across chest. Does not wear a mask. Age: 21 Height: 5’10” Pronouns: He/Him H.E.A.R.T.S. Class: Enrolled Note: Highly volatile, responsible for deaths of DI#265351 - Commander Eagle and DI#337236 - Silver Sparrow, see IR15-Z-0632; First appearance at Harmony City Foster Care; Origin and family unknown. ///////// Changed affiliation after unmasking of DI#337501 - Agent Whisper revealed to be his brother. Still unclear if he is an anomaly or if the Sanders bloodline is super, particularly because of DI#337501’s involvement in [REDACTED]. /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Talyn, it’s happened again here! Has Logan been messing in our files? /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Joan, this is really troubling - some of the edits have been made while I know Logan has been in the field. DREAM may have been hacked. I’m going to have to suspend all access until further notice.

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“Pat, are you sure about this?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll catch you.”

“This just feels like the superhero equivalent of a whoopie cushion. Or ‘down low, too slow.’”

Patton hugged his brother around the shoulders. “I mean it, Tommy Salami! You won’t be hurt.”

“It’s a long way down, though,” Thomas said, eyeing the edge of the roof nervously.

“Never fear! Your knight is here!” Roman announced, landing gently by the brothers with a smile. He bowed gallantly to the teen. “Sir Roman Fitzroy, on official Safety Net duty!��

Thomas smiled shyly. “You’re sure?”

“Of course, my Very Special Agent! Even if you can’t fly naturally, you’ll feel just like a bird,” Roman said, gesturing off the roof with a flourish. Floating in mid-air was a giant red cushion, soft, plush, and downy.

Other students at HEARTS were mingling around in various levels of trepidation and excitement. Some were confirmed flyers, ready to practice more and to build up their reaction time. Some were like Thomas, testing for latent abilities in a controlled environment. And some knew they couldn’t fly, but were here for the experience anyway.

“Ready?” the teacher called. A ten-year-old wearing what looked suspiciously like a beloved blankie tied around their neck like a cape clapped their hands and nodded. “Here we go!”

The teacher scooped the little one up and tossed them onto the trampoline, launching them into the air in a burst of surprised giggles. Their cape fluttered behind them as they bounced, eyes squeezed tightly shut. When they finally opened them, it was to realize they were floating about fifteen feet above the heads of their classmates.

“I doned it!”

“Yes indeed! You did it!” one of the older students said as their classmates clapped and cheered. The elder girl floated up serenely to their level. “Can you get down yourself?”

The child frowned and focused on their feet. Slowly, they lowered down to the ground once more, sparking another round of applause as the next student stepped up to try.

Finally, it was Thomas’ turn. There were rounds of encouragement from the crowd, though more subdued than they had been for the others. But the youngest students didn’t flinch or waver, just cheered as Thomas offered his hand to the teacher. Patton floated just by the edge of the roof, Roman at his side, ready with the enormous cushion to catch him should he go awry.

Virgil glided up beside the two just as Thomas was tossed onto the trampoline. He bounced high into the air, making a strangled yell that grew louder as he immediately started to plummet. But in a breath, air wrapped around him and he was gently deposited on his feet by Patton’s side.

He smiled shakily at his brother. “I guess you got the ginger and the flying genes, Pat.”

“You okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Thomas said. He looked over at the other students. The ten-year-old who’d gone first was going for a second turn, keeping their eyes open this time. “I think I’ll leave the flying attempts to the experts though. C.C. was right - they said they weren’t sure I’d like it.”

“Who’s-” Patton started, but one of the students walked over with impeccable timing.

“Hi! I’m CC! I’m in Thomas’ class.”

Patton grinned and shook their hand. “I’m Patton, Thomas’ brother.”

“And you’re also Gale Force,” CC said with a nod.

“Only when I’m in uniform! I wouldn’t want you all to think I’m full of hot air,” he replied with a wink.

They laughed brightly. “Ooh, can I add that to my list? I’m documenting super school, you see. The conversations here are so much fun to overhear!”

Patton agreed willingly, and asked about their favorites and classes, watching with pleasure as they drew Thomas into the conversation too. Not everyone was so comfortable with his brother, the shadow of his past still lurking in their minds.

CC smiled suddenly at the brothers, interrupting the conversation. “Did you know? You’re going to be happy.”

“Is that another prediction?” Thomas asked them. He slipped a hand into Patton’s, a tic of seeking reassurance that had been carrying them both through their school days.

CC shook their head, smiling softly. “It’s a guarantee.”

Only feet away, Virgil tugged Roman towards him, fidgeting with the papers in his other hand. “Hey, could you come over here for a second?” Roman looked nervously at Pat and Thomas, not wanting to leave them. Virgil smiled in understanding. “We won’t go far - I’ll help you keep an eye on them. I just want to be safely out of earshot.”

Roman followed him to the the other half of the roof, where the building rose up into the elevated classrooms. He was intrigued by whatever Virgil had to say, but still took the opportunity to slip a hand into his back pocket to squeeze his ass.

Virgil turned with a smile, bringing them chest to chest, and leaned down to steal a kiss. “Are you trying to distract me?”

“Depends, is it working?” Roman asked with a wink. The past month had seen them all maintaining a laser-sharp focus on Thomas and his recovery, leaving only the occasional night and stolen moment for them to solidify the affections they’d finally expressed in so many words. Virgil, Logan, and Roman all cared far more about supporting Patton in his reunion and joint recovery with his brother than escalating their relationship - but there were still the occasional moments where they couldn’t, or didn’t want to, restrain themselves.

Virgil drew back smirking, one brow raised. “Up to you, Princey. We can get distracted in the closet right around the corner, or I can share the surprise with you.”

Roman exaggerated his pout, circling Virgil’s muscled waist with both arms. “How dare you pit my love of your kisses against my love of surprises. Can’t I have both?”

Virgil kissed Roman’s temple. “Here, read this first, and maybe there’ll be time for distraction after.”

He handed Roman the sheaf of paper he’d been twisting in his hands. Roman smoothed out the crinkles and glanced over it. He did a double take and looked over it again, reading closer, mouth falling open as he went.

“A new foster home?”

“Not just any foster home,” Virgil said, a smile slowly stretching across his face. “One that’ll allow supers to stay together with non-supers. One that’ll work with HEARTS without making kids leave their home to learn.”

“For them?” Roman asked, glancing back across the roof at Patton and Thomas.

Virgil nodded. “For them and everyone like them. And if a kid is staying there, there won’t be a cost to go to HEARTS. I’m working on Joan to allow the normal foster allowances to go towards school fees.”

Roman smoothed the paper again with hands that shook slightly. “For me,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question, but Virgil nodded all the same, resting a comforting hand on his boyfriend’s waist.

Roman’s eyes filled slightly as he smiled up into Virgil’s dark ones. “Virge, this is wonderful . Where’s it going to be? Who’s gonna run it?”

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling slightly. “My family’s house, actually. It was my moms’ idea. I already have to talk them out of adopting every single friend they meet - what if I just… didn’t talk them out of it? And I’m hoping that this means Thomas won’t ever have to be on call. His detail can just be protecting the kids, maybe keep Pat with him too-”

Any further words were cut off by Roman tugging his head down to silence him with enthusiastic kiss after kiss. “You wonderful, brilliant, beautiful man,” Roman said in between kisses. “You’re so considerate and sweet and smart!”

The packet of papers were discarded as Virgil responded with equal enthusiasm despite a spreading blush. Roman summoned a discreet wall around them, preempting any students stumbling by.

They could tell the others the news later, at a less interesting time.

~~~~~~

That evening found the brothers Sanders taking time away from the other students again. Mealtimes were fine, but the atmosphere after dinner, where teens and kids and young adults all mixed and played in the common areas still had twinges of uncomfortable familiarity.

So Thomas sat instead with his brother on the roof of the school in the setting sun, staring out at the reflection of the clouds on the harbor. The light bathed his face in blood-red tones as he listened to the crash of waves and call of gulls.

“Patton, I’ve been meaning to ask,” he started, then paused with a nervous laugh. “I don’t know that I really want to know, but I have to find out sometime. How do I know when it became real?”

“What do you mean, kiddo?”

“I spent so long hallucinating in what I think was the facility. But I saw myself escaping almost every day. When did I do it for real? When did I start infecting everyone else with my visions?”

Patton turned to look at his brother. The boy looked scared, but his face was set, even as he refused to make eye contact.

“It was a bit over a month ago that the first attack came,” Patton supplied.

“What happened in that one, Pat?” Thomas asked. His voice was strained and distant.

“Are you sure you want to know, Tommy? You didn’t know what you were doing, you can’t blame yourself-”

“Yes I can, Patton!” Thomas interrupted. “I have to! I didn’t know it was real, but I still chose to attack innocent people, even if I thought they were just illusions. I could have stayed nonviolent, I could have just tried to hide from it all, but I just… it hurt, so much, every time I watched the home collapse around me, every time I had to feel the fire and bricks blasting through us, and I lashed out. I need to know what I did. How else will I ever make up for it?”

Tears leaked out of Patton’s eyes. “You’re… Thomathy, I know you will make up for all of it. We both will. I lashed out, too. We’ll work hard, and we’ll become the heroes we needed when we were younger. We’ll help.”

Thomas grabbed Patton’s hand, squeezing too tightly. “I still need to know, Pat. What did I do that was real? What happened that first time?”

Patton sucked in a shaky breath. “How many of our friends do you remember, from before? From when we were kids?”

Thomas closed his eyes. “I remember… I remember Leo. And Derri and Dahlia. And… Ms. and Miss Parson.” He opened his eyes, looking anxiously at Patton. “Am I right? Were they real?”

“They were real,” Patton confirmed. “They were our Hundred-Acre Wood friends and our moms, or the closest we got.” He steeled himself, breathing in deep. “Do… do you remember Damien?”

Thomas frowned, responding slowly. “Yes, I think I do. He was older than me? He left, early. There was… something happened. An accident?” He looked for confirmation.

“Sort of. The experiments weren’t an accident, but the fire in the lab was. Dam’ got adopted and then the man who’d taken him turned out to be not very nice.”

Thomas stiffened at the mention of ‘lab’, but he squeezed Patton’s hand tight and forced himself to relax. “I… yes, I remember. Did he…?”

“He survived, but we didn’t know it. I only learned he was alive recently… the day of your first real attack. He was transformed, given powers, so he got sent here instead of back home.” Patton gestured to the brick school underneath them. “Tommy… do you remember who was with Damien when he left?”

Thomas spoke sadly, eyes fixed on the horizon, staring off into distant haze of remembrance. “Val. Valerie. Kanga. She… we lost her too.”

Patton swallowed. “She… was in the same place as Damien.”

“And the same thing happened to her?” Thomas turned to look at Patton, his eyes searching for confirmation. At Patton’s nod, he looked off, eyes flitting as he poured through his twisted, unclear memories. “I dreamed about her a lot. I saw her so many times. She kept coming back, sometimes the same age I remember her, sometimes older. One time she brought me Teddy. But usually she just hated me. She blamed me for letting her go and letting her get hurt and... I could never help, never enough.”

Patton squeezed his brother’s hand. “What was the last time you saw her?”

Thomas frowned. “I… the day I hurt Roman. She was there, angry with me, telling me that Roman was the reason she was so hurt. She had burn scars from his light powers, and dark bruises all over.” He looked up. “What that real?”

“No, it wasn’t, kiddo. Roman never met her,” Patton said. Tears were coursing down his face, and his voice was thick. “The last real time was three days before that. She… she was given powers too, like Damien, but they were painful. She had feathers growing out of her skin, purple and black ones…”

Thomas scrambled to stand, backing away from his brother. “No. No, you’re lying! That time wasn’t real, it couldn’t have been!”

Patton stood too, grabbing Thomas’ hand before he walked off the roof by accident. Tears continued to fall down his face. “I’m sorry, Tommy. It’s real.”

“But that means that I-” Thomas choked out, and then the sobs took over as he crumpled to the ground. His entire body shivered and convulsed as the reality of his actions took hold.

Patton knelt with him, trying to hold as much of him as possible, crying into his shirt. “You didn’t know,” he whispered. “You didn’t mean it.”

“But I did it anyway!” Thomas wailed. “What have I done, Pat? What kind of monster am I?”

“The one you were made into,” his brother said, voice hardening despite his grief. “The one the world created, leaving you behind. Like they left me behind.”

“The world didn’t create me, Pat,” Thomas responded. “People did, and I did.”

Now Patton looked at him in confusion. “The heroes? They created me too. They’re part of the world.”

“No, Pat. The people in that facility. The lab. Whatever it was.”

Patton hesitated. “I don’t want to make you talk about it, but… what do you remember of that place? Do you remember faces?”

Thomas wiped his eyes. “No. Maybe I did once, but I- no, I don’t want to remember. It’s too much. Too much pain and fire and…” He curled in on himself again. “Please don’t ask me to remember them, ” he asked in a tiny voice.

Patton wrapped his arms around as much of him as he could, holding him close. “I won’t. I’m sorry, Tommy. It’s okay now. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Thomas reached up a hand to bunch in Patton’s shirt, gripping tightly. “Is this real?” he whispered.

“Real, Thomas. It’s real.”

~~~~~~

Things weren’t always great. Logan had learned to be okay with that. Thomas had nightmares, waking in cold sweat and anger, lashing out at anyone who got close. But slowly, he was recognizing them all faster, seeing them as safe. Recovery would be a long road, but they were all on their way. Virgil had started therapy, partly at Logan’s urging and partly as encouragement for Roman and the Sanders to go too. Logan came sometimes for group sessions, more a supporter than a patient. Roman and Patton had nightmares too, but they always woke to the tangle of limbs in the enormous bed that now dominated most of Virgil’s apartment bedroom. They had a good arrangement, even if Logan was finding that he became far too easily flustered by Roman and Patton’s much more overt forms of affection. It was new and intriguing, but the frequency with which he blushed now was, frankly, embarrassing.

He had time to discover all the new shades of red he was able to turn because the level of super activity had also dropped sharply. Virgil and Logan hadn’t been called since that last attack, and they’d been reveling in their newly-free time by exploring the city as civilians, bringing their boyfriends and Thomas out to the Skylar home in surburbia, and taking them on leisurely flights above the cloud cover. When Logan received a call one morning to go see the mayor at City Hall, he was more intrigued than alert.

“Virge, wanna come?”

“Hm, I didn’t get the call, you think I could?”

“Why not? It’s just Joan.”

“You’re right. C’mon, starlight. Want a lift?”

They walked into the office together, stopping short as they realized the alert hadn’t been quite the casual call they’d assumed. The windows were blocked out with heavy shades. The table was covered in printout and status reports that threatened to drown a very frazzled-looking Talyn in paper.

“Joan, Talyn, what’s going on? You needed to speak with me?” Logan asked. “I brought Virgil, I hope that’s okay…”

Joan paced backed and forth, their normal worry lines looker much deeper than normal. They paused one or twice, about to speak, but glanced at Virgil and Logan, then around the room, and away as they resumed pacing. Finally, they sighed and asked, “Can we go to the roof?”

The roof of City Hall was the same graceful style as the rest of the Neo-Renaissance building, with swooping arches and balustrading that made it stand apart from the marble of the other government buildings. The roof had a cupola that had clearly been designed to make it even more distinctive. Now, it functioned as an entrance for flying supers into the building, one that Virgil preferred if he was arriving without Logan. But that wasn’t its only purpose.

“I’m going to turn on the dampers,” Joan told them bluntly as they filed into the small space from the stairwell.

Logan stiffened in shock, glaring at the mayor.

Virgil reached out a gentle hand to rest on his boyfriend’s back. “I trust it’s for a good reason?” he asked Joan drily.

The mayor nodded. “It’s not about you two. It’s to keep other powers out. I really, really don’t want anyone to overhear.”

Logan sighed, his shoulders falling from their tense position. “I know you wouldn’t ask if it weren’t important. Go ahead.”

Talyn quickly tapped in a PIN on one of the columns, then a now-glowing button. Walls of light blinked into being around them and sealed over the entrance to the rest of the building. Virgil flexed and stretched his free arm. Knowing that his strength and durability were being neutralized wasn’t a comfortable feeling, even if he understood that it was sometimes necessary. He kept the other hand solidly on Logan’s lower back, feeling the man tremble slightly and offering comfort.

“What’s so important that needs all this secrecy, Mayor Stokes,” Logan asked, voice clipped.

Talyn came over with their tablet in both hands. “It’s the database. DREAM’s been compromised.” There was a slight tremor in their hands as they showed Logan the screenshots from the most recently-updated records. “I created this tool, and Joan is the highest-ranking official in the city, and neither of us can read these edits. All we know is that according to the system, you were the one making them.”

Logan took the tablet, staring hard. Finally he looked up. “I didn’t make these changes.” Three pairs of eyes looked back in concern. “But,” he continued, looking at the screen in confusion, “I think I know who did.”

“And who would it be?”

“Drs. Atticus and Portia Lancaster,” Logan said. “My parents. I- it looks like it might be related to their work on the origin of powers. They’ve been hinting at some more exciting experiments.”

“Hold up,” Joan interjected. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“It was all under the umbrella of EANSC 2.0, and my understanding was they weren’t sure there was anything to find, let alone brief you on. If you didn’t read the full reports, you might not have noticed,” Logan said, removing his glasses to rub his temples. His fingers shook, but his voice remained steady, if a bit detached. “I don’t know the full details myself. If I’d known you hadn’t been informed, I would have procured a summary for you.”

“Lo, we need to get these dampers off and go talk to them,” Virgil said. “If they can tell us more about how to help Thomas, we need to know sooner rather than later.”

Logan replaced his glasses. “Yes. Yes, of course. I- Yes. We shall do that. Yes.”

Virgil paused in his pacing and came over, cupping Logan’s chin in his hand. “Lo? Are you alright?”

Logan looked up at him and attempted a smile. “I… I am trepidatious. I am unclear as to why they would have neglected to inform me, if they made a breakthrough like this seems to imply.” His voice sounded oddly formal and strained. “Let us go discuss with them at once. And, Virgil, if you would - permit me to take the lead, as it were. I am quite confident there will be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this. We need only ask without accusation, and it should be all revealed to us.”

“Logan-” Joan started, but Logan just shook his head. Talyn typed in their PIN again to deactivate the dampers.

“You’ll at least let us know what they say?” Joan asked as Logan and Virgil stepped to the edge of the cupola.

Logan took a deep breath and looked back. “You’ll be the first.” He stepped off the edge, becoming a blur as he did so.

Virgil nodded to both Joan and Talyn before leaping out to follow his partner.

~~~~~~

“Logan! Virgil! What a lovely surprise!”

The Drs. Lancaster were both in their lab at the university, and Portia greeted them both with a smile and a little wave. Her red hair was pulled back into a bun, but wavy strands had popped free, held back only by the headband tied into a bow. Virgil had asked, once, how no one ever recognized the former public face of Harmony City’s Heroes, even if she had changed her last name. The doctor had winked, tapping her frames, and said, “It’s all in the glasses.”

Her husband was able to pause his work too and came over smiling. Virgil had always liked the Docs - they’d welcomed him into their home as his ‘City Family,’ once it became clear he couldn’t commute out to his mums in the suburbs as much as he would have liked.

He really, really hoped that Logan was correct.

“What brings you ‘round, big guy? It’s been months!” Atticus asked, going for a hug. Virgil didn’t so much hug back as he patted the man’s shoulders awkwardly, glancing meaningfully at Logan.

The young man cleared his throat. “Mom, Dad, I have a question for you.”

Atticus’ eyes lit up, looking at Virgil and back to his son. “Are you asking us for our blessing, finally?”

Logan did a slight double-take. “Beg pardon?”

Portia chuckled, slinking an arm around Atticus’ waist. “Your father here has been hoping you’re going to make an honest man out of Virgil soon.”

Virgil blushed deep crimson at that. “I- uh. Our boyfriends might object if we got married without them?”

Logan elbowed him. “Virge, I hadn’t told them that yet-”

“Shit-”

“Boyfriends? Multiple? Are you starting a collection?” Atticus asked, blinking. “Is it like a butterfly collection, are you collecting taxonomic details?”

Logan cleared his throat. “No, Dad. I- Virgil and I have started mutually dating Roman and Patton. All four of us as equal romantic partners.”

A slight crease formed in Portia’s forehead. “Roman and Patton? Have we met them?”

“Not as such, no,” Logan said, not meeting either parents’ eyes as he fiddled with his glasses.

Atticus and Portia stared in a mixture of confusion and concern. Logan shot Virgil a pleading look, linking their fingers together.

Virgil flinched. This conversation was far more personal than he’d been prepared for, but he’d gotten them into this mess in the first place. “You may know them by their super names - Crimson Marauder and Gale Force.”

Logan squeezed Virgil’s fingers so tightly that he would have bruised, if he ever bruised.

Portia pursed her lips, the wrinkle in her brow becoming more pronounced. “Weren’t you fighting them, dear?”

“Yes, Mother, I was,” Logan started. “But things, ah, changed. And they’re reformed now.”

Virgil wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Atticus’ face in something that had to try so hard to taken as a smile. “But they’re villains, Lo?”

“They were villains,” Virgil clarified. “They both went through-- god, they went through some rough shit, and the anger from their experiences made them more villainous for a while there. But they really are wonderful men, and they’re nonviolent now.”

“Well. I suppose such a thing is possible, hypothetically,” Portia replied. She tapped her lips with a long, elegant finger. “If trauma was so involved in their moral failings, what on earth could have shaken them enough that they’re now attempting to erase them?”

If Virgil had been a cat, he would have hissed. Instead, his shoulders and back stiffened even as a chill ran down his spine. He exhaled slowly, making sure he didn’t accidentally squeeze Logan’s hand back. Feeling like this, he might hurt him inadvertently.

“Actually, Mother, Father, the answer to that question is the very question we have come to ask,” Logan said. He stood ramrod straight, meeting his mother’s eyes levelly despite the difference in their heights.

“What’s with the fancy-talk, Lolo?” Atticus asked, chuckling uncomfortably. “We’re all family here.”

“Speaking of family,” Logan continued, “Patton and Roman found their perspective on what makes a hero or villain dramatically changed by the events of the last several months. This was largely to the reappearance of Patton’s brother, Thomas Sanders.”

Virgil had never quite determined if his acute awareness of others’ body movements was part of his powers, or if it was just the natural power of anxiety. But it was enough for him to notice that both the Drs. Lancaster blinked in a way that looked a lot like recognition.

“That may be another name you have not heard, I am aware,” Logan continued. “But I am quite confident you know who he is. His alias was Agent Whisper.”

Portia gasped. “Goodness, how upsetting for your friend that his brother was such a terror upon our city! No wonder he was so upset. Such a reveal, and losing even an evil sibling would be terrible, I’m sure.”

“Dr. Lancaster,” Virgil cut in, “Patton didn’t lose his brother again. Thomas is also in reform. I thought you knew.”

“How would I know, dear?”

“Because you’ve been in the DREAM Index,” Logan replied, taking back the thread.

Atticus smiled, round cheeks crinkling. “Lo, you know she doesn’t have access to that anymore! They can’t let just anyone see all the supers’ data!”

“But you two do. You asked for my information, when I handed off my dissertation. To cross-reference, you said.”

Portia pursed her lips. “We did, didn’t we. It must have slipped my mind.”

Logan frowned. “Mother. Please. One of you has been making edits under my name. I’d like to know why, and what it has to do with Thomas.”

“That was me,” Atticus said. “I was preserving the integrity of our research. You know how important that is.”

“Which research was being implicated?” Portia asked conversationally, as if her only son wasn’t still staring her down.

“Project Charcoal.”

“Ah, a good call, my love. That’s far too sensitive to be revealed.”

“Even to the mayor?” Virgil asked innocently. “Because not even they could see past the redaction.”

Atticus walked over to the lab bench. “Lo, come sit. No need to be so suspicious - you know we’ll tell you everything.”

Logan looked to Virgil automatically, who shrugged in response. Are we ready to do this? Do we have a choice? They squeezed their interlocked hands and sat across the bench from the doctors.

“So. My dissertation became Project Charcoal,” Logan stated.

“Yes, that’s what it came to be called,” Portia said. “EANSC 2.0 was too much of a mouthful, and lost accuracy.”

“And you didn’t tell me this sooner because…?”

“You never asked, kiddo,” Atticus said with a smile. “We were telling you about our experiments - the refining of the dampener field, the RNA sequencing, that’s all under the project!”

Logan frowned. “And yet, there is clearly more that you neglected to mention.”

“Well, yes, but we didn’t want to distract you. Your hero work was more important,” Portia explained. “We were continuing our research on side-effects of EAs on civilians and it ended up being merged together, that was really the only big change we didn’t tell you about.”

“...the side-effect research?” Virgil asked quietly.

“It started after the Mystic Magician,” Logan explained. “He managed to succeed, in a terrible way. The Viper is proof of that, and the Condor was too. But it rocked the conventional understanding of enhanced abilities. My parents and the larger genetic research community started looking into whether or not civilians were affected by being exposed to active abilities.”

Atticus nodded. “We wanted to minimize collateral damage beyond what could be seen. Were bystanders being slowly mutated? Was the density of supers here self-fulfilling? So we looked at both demographic data and autopsies of casualties from super fights. We started seeing the beginnings of patterns, but nothing definite. And then we hit a wall completely when Logan was about nine years old.”

“And then, in a fluke, we discovered the EANSC - the Neutralization & Stasis Chamber. And the dampening field,” Portia said, eyes alight. “An electromagnetic field that affected the use of powers. For the first time ever, there was the idea that abilities could actually be affected externally. We had a whole new way to conceptualize the side-effects and to focus our research. And only two years after we perfected EANSC enough to implement, Logan joined us in studying just how the emotional effects of the dampers were connected to the use of abilities.” She smiled fondly at her son. “If we hadn’t been inspired before, getting to work with you was what really did it.”

Logan smiled back, relaxing. “Thanks, Mom.”

Virgil was frowning, though. “But what were you looking for?”

Logan grinned at his boyfriend, squeezing his hand. “We’re scientists, Virge, isn’t it obvious?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

Logan opened his mouth to speak at the same time as his mother did the same.

“A greater understanding of the world!!”

“A way to stop supervillains forever.”

Logan whipped around, jaw going slack. “What?”

Atticus nodded. “Loberry, don’t be naive. We don’t get these kinds of resources just for being lecturers at the university. We don’t get highest clearance in the city for teaching undergrads how to run a simple gel electrophoresis. We’re on a direct research mandate from the State. Why do you think your mother thought this work was more important than remaining an active-duty hero?”

The blood was slowly draining out of Logan’s face. “I- she was taking time off for us, for me and Bea and Jem, right?” He looked at Portia, who smiled.

“Of course, dear, that too. But I’d been fighting for almost 20 years. I was practically a senior citizen in hero years. And I was so tired of fighting villains, over and over, knowing there would always be more. So when we were asked if we’d like to work towards ending the fight once and for all, I couldn’t very well say no!”

Virgil looked sick. “You- and what, you’d unmake villains? Like the Magician tried to make them?”

Atticus laughed. “Of course not! The Magician was so ham-handed, it was sloppily done and clearly had painful results. We wanted a painless way to remove the risk. Like declawing a cat.”

“Declawing a cat isn’t painless, it’s mutilation,” Virgil snapped. “It leaves them entirely unable to fend for themselves. Was that the plan? Non-heroes left defenseless?”

“In captivity, preferably, until we were sure they could re-enter society,” Portia said with a shrug. “It’s more humane that the life sentence they get now, except for those who break out.”

Logan had released Virgil’s hands, instead gripping the table until his knuckles had turned white. “You never told me,” he said to himself quietly. Shaking his head to clear it, he looked up. “You know more about Agent Whisper than you’ve admitted, too. Tell me. Now.”

Atticus made eye contact with Portia, who inclined her head.

“We examined bystander casualties directly after some incidents and were able to find electromagnetic signatures in the brains that resembled damper fields, but different in a very key way. They were equal and opposite. If the fields correspond to suppressed emotions, then these brains had their emotions intensified, instead.”

Virgil shivered at the thought, reaching for Logan once more under the bench. Without looking, Logan moved a hand to link their fingers once more. He kept his gaze fixed on his parents.

“If there was a heightened effect happening as collateral in bystanders, we thought, there was a chance we could recreate it deliberately,” Portia continued. “And if it persisted enough to show up in autopsy, that modulation in both directions could potentially be made permanent. We could replicate dampers without the tech! But we needed to look at side effects first. We had to wait for more casualties with exposure to extreme ability usage.”

Virgil felt a headache starting to drum in his temples, the ache of anger and tears that he refused to let fall as the pieces connected before him. “And you got the fucking golden opportunity, didn’t you. At the foster home. All of Pat’s rage and grief just created the goddamn ideal specimen.”

Atticus blinked at the venom in Virgil’s voice, but responded calmly,. “It was a tragedy. Heartbreaking, of course. But tragedy breeds emotion, and emotion is the lifeblood of your abilities.”

“We were only trying to use the fields to affect the brainwaves that hadn’t yet petered out,” Portia said, as if that excused it. “We shocked when we picked up a renewed heartbeat. But the brainwaves hadn’t changed. It was still brain-dead by any measure.”

“He.” Virgil’s voice was iron and blood as he spat out the correction.

Logan was paler than Virgil had ever seen him, even when he’d needed treatment for blood loss back in the earliest months of their heroing. “And you kept going? What happened to only experimenting on organ and science donors?”

Atticus smiled in confusion. “Lo, that was never the case. We didn’t perfect the EANSC with cadavers, we had villains to test with.”

“I’m sure they agreed to be lab rats, too,” Virgil accused.

Portia just shrugged. “Anyway, we kept the body in cryo except when running more tests. It still appeared to be brain-dead, right up until the day it- sorry, he,” she corrected exaggeratedly, ” He escaped. And started killing people.”

Logan looked ready to yell, his face yet, but he stopped and took a deep breath. “Are you familiar with his powers? Have you heard about what his memory of that time period is?”

“I’ve read the Index entry,” Portia replied blandly.

“He relived his entire life hundreds of times, and the accident at the foster homes thousands more,” Virgil said quietly, dangerously. “He saw everyone he loved die, then alive and loving him, then dying again. And when the memories were done replaying, new ones started being created. All emotionally charged, extremes of elation and sorrow and fury.”

Atticus looked at Virgil, eyes glinting with interest. “So you’re saying the prolonged exposure to the modified dampers actually created this power? Fascinating!”

“What the fuck, Dad?” Logan spat out. “This isn’t some mere curiosity! This is someone’s life. You destroyed the psyched of a real, living, breathing kid and all you care about is what it means for your fucking research grant?”

“Logan, there’s no need for such language,” Portia chided. Virgil shot a glare in her direction. She looked back, eyebrow arched. “It’s just research.”

“Research that you’re going to stop, correct?” Logan asked.

“When we’ve just gotten confirmation of the biggest breakthrough to date?” she asked incredulously. "We’ll take more precautions going forward, of course, but by no means will we stop. That would be illogical.”

Blood pounded in Virgil’s ears. “I’m sorry, what? You’re going to keep going? Hell fucking no.”

Portia narrowed her eyes. “Virgil, be serious here. This is too important to let a tantrum get in the way.”

“Oh, you want a tantrum?” Virgil rumbled. He stood, bracing himself in a fighting stance. “Let me show you what a tantrum looks like.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to fight you,” Portia scoffed, though she stood too. She looked over at her son. “Either of you.”

“So you agree to end the program then? Because it’s one or the other,” Virgil snapped. He tapped his watch decisively. “The mayor is hearing about this. Now or never, Professor Polarity . End this madness, or get ready to see your precious EANSCs up close and personal for the foreseeable future.”

Portia’s metal hair tie popped out of her bun, letting her hair fall free as the tie flew into the air beside her. She lifted her hand, and a metal apparatus flew from the back bench to her grip. “Don’t be stupid, Virgil. I’m immune to it. It’s an electro magnetic field. You, however, aren’t so lucky.” She flicked a switch on the machine, bringing it to life. The familiar glow of dampers show out the front.

“I’m sorry, Lo!” Virgil shouted, and dove at Atticus, easily manhandling him and trapping him, one arm around his neck. “Don’t try it, Portia. I don’t need powers to be able to cut off his air. You turn that on me, you won’t like what happens.”

“You see, Logan?” Portia said, not turning as she scowled at Virgil. “You see what happens? Virgil’s spent so much time with those villains that he’s resorting to their tactics. It’s a contagion. This is why they can’t be forgiven. What reformation can there be, when their lack of morals spreads so?”

Logan was frozen, eyes flicking between his boyfriend, who had his father caught in an uncomfortable chokehold, and his mother, who was pointing a weapon at his boyfriend.

“You don’t exactly have the moral high ground here,” Virgil growled at the former hero. “Unless torturing a child is considered a virtue now.”

“Use it, Porsh!” Atticus rasped around Virgil’s arm. His fingers scrabbled to get a grip, but Virgil’s muscles were unmovable. “He’s bluffing!”

“Am I?” Virgil asked. “You said it yourself, I’m clearly infected by the influence of my other boyfriends. Who knows what I’m capable of, now? I know you love your experiments, but you just might want to not put this particular hypothesis to the test.”

Portia sneered, her face managing to look lovely even when twisted in scorn. “Atticus, dear. I love you very much. I apologize in advance if the max setting hurt you, too.” She aimed the damper squarely at Virgil and hit the switch.

Except she didn’t. And her arms were tied behind her back with pure rope, nothing metal. And the damper was secured in a plastic bin at the corner of the lab. And Logan was standing between his mother and his boyfriend, chest heaving.

“Mom,” he said, voice breaking. “How- how could you? Why?”

“I’m a hero, Logan,” she replied, as steadily as someone who'd just been bound by a family member could be. “I serve the greater good. I thought I’d taught you that, but clearly I failed.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, my love,” Atticus interjected. Virgil had released his neck, though he kept his arms twisted up behind his back. “We both tried. It turns out he wasn’t as much a Lancaster as we’d hoped.”

“Shut up,” Virgil snapped. “I’m tired of your bile, both of you.” He turned to the window, seeing the reflection of flashing lights.

Logan had his back to them all. Virgil saw the quiver in his shoulders and knew he was crying and trying to hide it. He quickly grabbed a stray zip tie and secured Atticus by the wrists to the lab bench. Then he crossed to Logan and wrapped his arms around him.

He didn’t speak. He just let Logan turn and cling to him, face buried in his chest.

Let it out, love. I’ll keep the world at bay.

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D.R.E.A.M. Index #265345 Classification: A.2.i [Secondary Tier Hero, Legacy] /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Do we update this? - Talyn /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Let’s archive this one. Save the legacy. We can record the truth in clearance for now. We can at least save Logan some heartache. - Joan Name: Professor Polarity Status: INACTIVE /////////Reason: Retired /////////[CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Reason: Jailed pending trial Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Portia Lancaster née Portia Price Affiliation: Hero ///////// H.A.T.C.H. Status: Blackout Only ///////// [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] H.A.T.C.H. Status: Inactive Partners/Sidekicks: DI#A-2305 - Forces of Nature Primary Foes: DI#265333 - The Mystic Magician; Powers: Magnetokinesis Costume: Jumpsuit patterned in red-and-blue rectangles; blue cape with Ampère model of a magnetic field; gold belt with a buckle in the shape of a horseshoe magnet Age: 54 Height: 5’6” Pronouns: She/Her H.E.A.R.T.S. Class of ‘82 Note: Mother of DI#337255 - Dr. Vectorious; Co-inventor of the Enhanced Ability Neutralization and Stasis Chamber (EANSC) now in use at City of Harmony Enhanced Ability Containment Center (CHEACC). [Hall of Fame notes archived]. ///////// [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] As architect of the covert Project Charcoal, she attempted to discover a ‘cure’ that would strip supers of their abilities. Involved in reviving and creating DI#337501, see IR19-Z-0001

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a/n: It’s been over a year since I started this story, which is insane. So much has happened since I woke up with an idea of “what if royality were villains.” Thank you so much for reading and leaving kudos and commenting and particularly for theorizing. I’ve been in love with this idea, and knowing that anyone liked it too gave me incentive to finish it.

One last epilogue coming up. I promised the boys a happier ending.

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Nobody in love is original

Christian Wiman wrote this gorgeous remembrance for poet Craig Arnold that is full of everything "the necessary but destabilizing intensities of poetry, and the life that one risks by cultivating those intensities, and the life that—in some cases, our cases, we both felt—poetry also rescues." I don't know about you, but in college I was trained to separate the poet from the poem, and while I think a poem needs to stand on its own without needing the context of a poet's biography to fill it with anything it's lacking, but in the last few years I have wanted so much for poetry to connect and reconcile me to other people, places, and things - and not least the people who write poems, inasmuch as we can ever know another person, or at least for as much as we can know them through an experience of their words. 

I truly believe that books find you exactly when you need them, and I just want to tell of the happy journey that led me to this at exactly the right time: years ago someone loaned me Carl Adamschick’s Saint Friend, still one of my all-time favorite poetry books. It was published by the McSweeney’s poetry imprint, and some months later, at random in the library, I saw another McSweeney’s book, and while I was really put off by the title, Love: An Index, which made me think it was going to be a book of poems built around a conceit, a trick, on the strength of the many good McSweeney’s poetry books I’d read, I borrowed it, and devoured it. There was definitely a central operating principle - sections began with A, B, C through Z - but I remember many moments in that book as rising above it to be really good, and I was moved that Rebecca Lindenberg had written it in memory of a partner who had died suddenly and unexpectedly in an accident. About three years later, @waitingforthecat liked one of my posts and I was intrigued enough by that handle to look up their tumblr, which wow is full of stuff I really love, and when I read the poem Bird-Understander I got that I-must-read-everything-by-this-poet-immediately feeling, and it turns out to be by Craig Arnold (and the beloved in Bird-Understander could well be Rebecca Lindenberg - and even if it isn’t literally, autobiographically, everything we write comes from who we are, and the people who make us who we are).

From an interview with Jeremy Richards, “How to Write Love Poems”:

What’s the most pressing challenge in approaching a love poem? Craig Arnold: For a poet at the beginning of the 21st century, I think the most difficult thing is how to navigate this brave new world, where we’re in the midst of making up our collective mind about what it means to be men and women. In the Western tradition most love poems have assumed a male poet writing to or about a female object, who can accept or refuse the offering but who doesn’t otherwise say much, and the formal conventions of poetry have crystallized around that assumption. There are those wonderful Provençal troubadour poems that imagine the poem as a dialogue, a back-and-forth between two mutually desiring individuals, but those are among the few exceptions. Now when we sit down to write poems to our lovers—or to the people we hope will be our lovers—we’re more likely to be thinking: What am I responding to? How do I hope this person will respond? How is this part of an ongoing conversation? With “Bird-Understander” I wanted to say not, as an Elizabethan courtly sonneteer might have said, “Look, I made your words into poetry, aren’t I fabulous?” but rather “Listen, what you said to me, it’s already poetry, better than anything I could write, and it would make me happy simply to have you see that.” Where do you think most bad love poems go astray? Any love poem has to strike a careful balance between the particular and the common. As a lover you feel as though you and your beloved are the most intensely particular people in the world—“Never again a love like this,” as Roddy Lumdsen says. But the fact is that you’re submitting yourself to what is possibly the most common or universal human experience, and that sometimes the most direct and most accurate expression of that experience may, in fact, be the language of cliché. I’m thinking about the duet that Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman sing on the rooftop in Moulin Rouge, which is just a pastiche of trashy pop songs, and in some way that’s what all love poetry is leaning toward. But when you think about [it], what is a cliché, if not a poem that won? We feel that so many love poems are bad, or clichéd, but I suspect that what we dislike about them are not the clichés, but the experience of being in love itself. As poets we like to think that we’re original, and it embarrasses us to remember how utterly unoriginal we can be—the sudden appeal of the corniest things, the mood swings, the crying at movies and the like. Let’s face it, nobody in love is original. We all feel and do pretty much the same things, make fools of ourselves in the same ways, and hopefully come through it alive and well and happily in bed with someone else. But that’s also precisely the appeal of love poetry, the intensely humbling nature of the experience it tries to describe. As a younger poet, did you ever fumble with the bad, saccharine attempts at love poems that most of us write? What can we learn from those fumbles? It’s hard to say. I came into my writerly existence in the 1980s, the Decade of Irony, when it was very uncool to express any sort of strong feeling directly or plainly. If you wanted to be taken seriously as a writer, you learned to police yourself for any signs of sincerity, to cloak them in irony and diffidence and perhaps a certain obscurity. A while ago, my first lover sent me a copy of a poem I wrote when I was maybe 19, and what strikes me about it now is, though I clearly meant it as a gesture of love, I didn’t frame it as such. Rather than I addressing you, it was all in the third person, a sketch of a character from a noir novel, a sort of Philip Marlowe–like individual smoking underneath a window. It was a stealth love poem, a meta–love poem, a sort of “I have this friend who’s in love with you” kind of poem. The habit of indirection was already very strong in me, as it was with other poets of that era. So I think the danger then was actually not being too saccharine, but rather of being too cool, too frigid. Now the danger is probably being too caffeinated—I’m thinking of the maniacally antic poems of the New New New York School, whatever generation of that we’re on now. So one can fumble by being too cool, and one can fumble by burying the truth of one’s feeling under a heap of jagged and jarring images. I think Creeley, of all people, was able to hit the right note, plain and plaintive and wistful and awkward—what he brings out is the awful hesitancy of that moment where you’re holding out this little offering to somebody else and hoping to hear Yes I said yes I will yes. And what you’re risking is a certain kind of sentimentality. But for my money, I think it’s better to risk the sentimental and fail, than aim for frigidity and succeed.

So now I’m going to read Robert Creeley. I am so grateful to have poetry in my life.

(https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/69223/how-to-write-love-poems)

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