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desmondkane-of-ao3-fame · 1 year

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Got any more information on the amity running away au?

So this was an idea I had waaaaaaay back in the day, back when Season 2 was but a twinkle in our eyes and we all naively thought Disney Channel would treat one of their most popular properties in years some basic respect. Back then, a hugely popular genre of fic was ‘Amity runs away to live in the Owl House, gay hijinks ensue.’ Idk if that’s still a popular genre, but I sorta wanted to put my own spin on it, and thought: ‘What if Amity ran away… to live with the Parks?’ And I would have creatively called it… ‘Amity Park’

Most of the ideas are probably lost to time. Some of them, though, still jingle around my head sometimes, so I’ll try to give as many of those ideas as I can remember. And hey, if anyone wanted to steal the idea and make it themselves, I’d be happy to read it.

The story would start with Willow getting a call from a tired Amity in the middle of the night, asking if she can stay with her ‘for a bit.’ Willow would agree, and thirty minutes later Amity would be awkwardly laying on a sleeping bag in the middle of Willow’s floor, neither girl knowing what to say.

Ed and Em would try to help hide Amity’s rude with an illusion of her they’d both control, so as not to raise suspicion. Since they would only ever see their parents at dinner, it wouldn’t be too difficult to keep up, or so they think.

The story would have taken place before we knew Odalia and Alador were inventors, so they’d be more the aristocratic assholes we thought they’d be.

Amity would eventually reveal that the reason she ran away was because her parents wouldn’t let her stick with her natural hair color (again, before we knew she’d dye her hair the color of gay) and forced her to dye it. It be small, but still a major blow to Amity’s newfound desire for independence, and it be the last straw for her to run.

Amity would have a strained relationship with the Park parents at first. Harvey would be the more stern of the two, and more judgmental of Amity after bullying Willow for years. Gilbert would be more understanding, but still not entirely sure what to make of Amity. I remember a camping trip where Amity saves Harvey from a falling tree being a point I wanted to do, to help Amity become more accepted by the Park parents.

Two chapters would focus on Amity and Willow trying to form a potion to undue Amity’s hair, but while Eda and Luz were on a wacky adventure somewhere, leaving only King and Hooty. King would be hostile towards Amity, which Amity thinks is because of the cupcake, but King’s more mad about Amity threatening Luz’s quest to become a Witch, which hurt her a lot. He’d push Amity to run out from the house, this time with her running to a cave, only for King and her to reunite sometime later. I forget all the details of this part of the story, but I remember it being sweet and involving King being the one to finish the potion for Amity.

Eventually she earns the respect and appreciation of both Park parents and reforms her sisterly bond with Willow. They eventually ask her to be adopted as a Park, which Amity would agree to. The art I included would take place shortly before all that, with Willow wanting to paint each others nails like when they were kids, and then bonding like sisters over it.

Course there’s still the Blights themselves. Eventually Alador and Odalia would catch onto the ruse and put a stop to Ed and Em’s illusion. I remember the idea of them dropping a bookshelf on the illusion amity to show they knew it wasn’t real. Ed and Em would run to escape, but Em would be caught, putting a spell on herself to forget anything about where Amity was, which caused her to basically act drunk and wacky.

Amity, Willow, Harvey, Gilbert, Ed, Luz, and Eda would have a plan (don’t ask me what it was) to save Em, which would end up with Ed and Em running away from home as well. But since the Parks couldn’t afford two extra mouths and the extra space, Eda would take them in, which would lead into a spin-off series, ‘Edric and Emira Clawthorne.’

THAT story would take place concurrently with ‘Amity Park’ and follow Ed and Em as they adjusted to life as Clawthorne’s. Em’s story would involve her opening up to people, feeling guilty for how she treated her siblings and forming a sisterly bond with Luz, and also ending up with a crush on Viney (remember the simpler days when the only real ships we had were Lumity, Boschalow, Vinera, and Camileda?). Ed, meanwhile, would learn to be independent, using his illusion magic to help Eda run her business and her taking him under her wing as a pupil.

Tibbles would be in ‘Clawthorne’ as an antagonist, though he’d at one point work alongside the Blight parents.

The story would still have Lumity be a major focus, of course, and one ‘crossover’ chapter between the two stories would have focused on the hijinks of Willow, Ed, and Em trying to stop disasters from screwing with Amity and Luz’s first date.

The epic conclusion would involve the Blight parents kidnapping Eda and the Park parents and trapping their kids minds in a Grom-like stasis of their own worst fears, until they all overcame them together. Also Viney and the Troublemakers would lead an attack against Blight manor to save all of them, and Em would appreciate it.

Unfortunately that’s all I can remember about the idea really. Sadly I gained other interests and never found the time to do it, so it faded into the background. Still though, the idea could be a fun throwback fic, and if anyone else could find the time for it, I’d be happy to read or even beta it for you.

#and the big reason I never did it #couldn’t figure out how to include skarlow!#the owl house #willow park #amity blight #amity park #edric and emira #edric and emira clawthorne #fanfiction #fanfiction ideas

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ducknotinarow · 10 months

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[03, serial killer AU Rasey - I will probably call it SK AU for short in future]

It was the talk of the city. There had been a string of murders, seemingly never ending. At first it was just gang members that were meeting their end, and many didn’t think much of it. But then Randoms started getting their heads caved in, then the panic rose, as the killer had seemingly changed their target. There was no pattern, no trademark, nothing really - outside of how they went about their killings: blunt force trauma, most likely with some sort of bat. Some nights only had one victim, others several. People spoke of there being multiple killers on the lose; maybe even copycats. Surely not one guy could be doing all of this? Though, the usual question on everyone’s mind was the same: who would be next?

Well, that all depended on who Casey found first.

“They found another body,” Casey huffs, placing another box of scrap down in front of Raph, “Couple of blocks from ‘ere, apparently the guy ain’t got any links to gangs.”

That’s what he was told, at least, but Casey knew better. They wouldn’t be snooping in gang territory if they weren’t up to something,

“Had t’ talk t’ the cops bout it, but my shop ain’t got cameras an’ no one woulda been ‘ere at the time, so, yanno, that was a waste of everyone’s time.”

Casey was smarter than many thought; he knew to only talk about whatever was mentioned in the news, or risk getting himself caught,

“Yer think they ever gonna catch ‘em?”

When the Purple Dragons were gone for good, Casey would gladly give himself in, reveal the fact he had been the monster in the shadows all along. Until then though, as far as anyone was complaining concerned, he was just Casey - the walking disaster, the lovable oaf that loved hockey and his ma to death. He had everyone fooled, including his best friend - he only felt a small incline of guilt for that,

“Yet need help carryin’ this back t’ the lair?” Casey grins, trying to almost joke about the situation, “Wouldn’t wan’ that maniac common’ after yer next while yer backs turned.”

Oh… if only Raph knew how close said maniac truly was.

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Raph and his brothers had even been hearing about the string of murders going around lately. From the times he put on the news and complained about how it was always just bad every time he turned it on. So sick of listening to it he ended up deciding to leave because Leo seem interested in listening in on this story. So Raph decided to ditch the lair telling the others they could watch all they wanted he would go handle meeting with Casey by himself. Though at the same time it worked in Raph favor because then it meant he would get that one on one time with Casey. Without his brothers getting in the way like Leo being annoying and bugging in, or Don asking about if they had certain things or Mikey wanting to tell him about some stupid comic. So when that thought crossed his mind? he made his way out faster in case anyone of them decided they wanted to tag along as well. Yeah sure maybe Raphael should be a bit more concern about a murder out on the lose in the streets but it had nothing to do with them so call him calloused or cold even but to Raph this was a issue the cops could handle. Beside murders were the last thing on his mind when he got to Casey's job seemed they were working late still he made sure to check before he went in. Just in case anyone one was lingering around or a last minute drop off.

Coast was clear meaning the turtle was good to make himself known. Smile hard to hide the second he saw Casey turn around to look his way though. Yeah he wasn't going to deny it to himself at least he liked them a lot. Like a lot a lot he at that why he always made sure he was around or would offer to grab the scrap for Don even. Any excuse he take it for just those few seconds he could have alone with the human. Whose ocean blue eyes never left his mind he would know them anywhere.

"Yo Case here for the goods" He states to excuse his presence at the shop just then. "Good thing I came by place looks dead, can' let you get lonely uh?" There's a tad of teasing in his voice when he asks soon dropped though at the mention Casey had some company actually. Raph hates a small worry that take came over his mind and the annoyance that followed that someone else made time with Casey. Soon proven wrong and made to deal with the embarrassment of letting his mind go that way.

“They found another body,”

Casey huffed when he set the box of scarp down for Raph to take, leaving him curious what that huff had been for in thr first place. Honestly Casey seemed maybe annoyed almost?

"Another one?" Raph tossed in, he was so tried of hearing about this but maybe it's why Casey seemed to be in a mood himself?

“Couple of blocks from ‘ere, apparently the guy ain’t got any links to gangs.”

That was werid from what Raph was aware of. The guy was targeting gang members only.

“Had t’ talk t’ the cops bout it, but my shop ain’t got cameras an’ no one woulda been ‘ere at the time, so, yanno, that was a waste of everyone’s time.”

"That why you in such a good mood? And 'ere I thought I'd be enough to brighten it." Raph wasn't subtle here he wasn't trying to be subtle either when it came to Casey. But he can understand why casey would feel annoyed by the whole ordeal in the end. Cop bugging him for answers when he couldn't offer anything after all, clear it be nothing but a waste of Casey time after all and a bust for the cops could have made better use of thar time to actually catching the guy. Raphael foolish agreed in lime of Casey thoughts here. But Casey's his best friend after all maybe possibly more, he'd like it to be more. So maybe it was easier to be in line with Casey's thoughts for that alone. Besides what help was Casey going to offer to the cops? He worked during the day and went home at night or he was with the turtles even.

But even at that, how was he gonna have any involvement with what was going on with all of this? If anything more showed that Casey was likely in the guys radius.

“Yer think they ever gonna catch ‘em?”

Raph shrugs his shoulders a bit when asked and even looks away there was a thought he had on the matter but. "I dunno I haven' been followin' much on the story." Gaze flickers to Casey a moment as he quirks his beak well in thought still. "Sides...is he really doin' that bad a thing here?" He can trust this thought to Casey right? He could tell them any terrible thing he thinks and they wouldn't judge him right? " ike yeah the killin' may be over kill for some lousey street punks but at the same time? I dunno jus' it's just street thugs 'ight? Not 'ike cops do much to help. They go around and do a whole Lotta shit so people gotta be scared all the fuckin' time one less drug dealing, dragon might nkt be the worst thing ya know?" Raphael tries to explain what he means not trying to sound awful here himself but was it really any different then what him and his brothers do sometimes? Maybe the guy just doesn't knkw how to retain himself maybe Raohs looking too deeply into a person he don't seem to know.

"Its nothin' forget it." Raph soon covers with he knows if he said thst to Leo they go on about honor and justice and more annoying shit. Putting Raph in question again, moving to grab the box Casey had set down. "I should head back though before I hear 'bout it from Leo."

“Yet need help carryin’ this back t’ the lair?”

Raph hums a bit catching that smile that graces Casey's lips now. That's better. Thays what Raphael wanted to see when he offered to pick up the scrap from Casey in the first place. That damn fucking smile, the way his eyes seem to pull up into half moons when they grin like this just made it even better.

“Wouldn’t wan’ that maniac common’ after yer next while yer backs turned.”

"Ah what worried 'bout me now uh?" Raph prons as he jokes back. Noting Casey was trying to joke about what was going on. Something about help. Settle his thoughts from before as he pushed one boxed towards Casey accepting the offer. He maybe could do it himself they weren't too heavey but then he can spend even more time with Casey this way. Better now that Casey seemed to be in a better mood as well.

"I mean whatcha gonna do if that guy dose get me uh? Not many willin' to put up with you afta' all. Sooo guess I'll feel safer havin' you to walk me back." Normally he would dismiss needing help but he was taking the excuse. Though that did make him think about it a bit more seriously, if the cops were around here to check something only a few blocks away. Raph reaches over and takes hold of Casey arms so to grab thier attetion letting the joke fade between them even if he rather keep that lighter tone.

"Yall tell me if thst guy comes around 'ight?" The concern can't even be covered up when he asks. "I know ya tough an' can throw a punch but I mean it Case." The little flare of his well known temper showed because he was being serious in that moment. "I don' want to find out that guy hurt someone I care 'bout okay?" Not that Raphael had any clue the irony of what he was saying here. But if Casey wasn't going to take him serious still.

"Especially if 'hat is you Case." He let's the slience speak between them before he swears he feels warmth hitting his face. Letting go of Casey arm. As he snatches the other box of scrap near about running to get out of there. "Now come on bone head if ya helpin' at least actually be useful got it?!"

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[sk!casey au}#muse interactions #ic reply #stayed qeued #tw: death mentioned #(( we know caseys the one behind the deaths and raphs clearly flirting here so one could say hes flirting with danger uwu))

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dendrograna · 2 years

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Hello! Since your asks are open, I would like to request a one shot of Child/Ajax (don’t know how to spell the other one) and reader sharing a meal together after some training or battle? (I like your blogs theme btw, it looks really nice 👍)

My first ask, yay !! :D

Tysm anon you're too sweet <3 This concept is adorable, the idea of Darling asking Childe to train them to fight and eating after is so cute :]

could be read as either platonic or romantic

// slight blood/injury (scraped knees), past trauma (impostor AU)

🌱 Your offering has been received! 🌱

Your knees stung from the concrete underneath you, your sword flying from your hands and clattering to the ground a few feet away from you. Water dribbled down onto you from the water-sword Childe held before they dissolved, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Gotcha again," he said, offering you a hand and helping you to your feet. "You almost knocked me off my feet that time. You're getting better."

You picked up your sword and put it away with a huff. "I'll beat you one day, and that's a promise."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved you off, leading you back inside. "Your knees are bleeding. Let's get 'em bandaged up and then get something to eat, yeah?"

The mansion built just for you contained anything you could've possibly wanted, including a courtyard designed specifically for Childe to train you in. You'd asked him to teach you how to fight properly, and he eagerly agreed. Over the several weeks he'd been teaching you, you developed a routine of sorts: an hour of training, a 15 minute break, another hour of training, and then dinner. You always looked forward to that.

Childe sat you down on your luxurious red couch, pulling your pant leg up to clean your badly scraped knees and apply some bandages to them.

"There we go," he said with a smile before he stood up, running off to make your dinner. You had servants ready and willing to make your meals, but he always insisted. Like an apology for going so hard on you, like always. He just gets too invested in the fight to remember you're still learning, so he makes your food afterward as an apology.

While you wait, you find your mind beginning to wander a bit. You first met Childe in the wild outside of Mondstadt, shaking and starving in a small cave. The people of Mondstadt had been deceived by an impostor, sitting on the throne built specifically for you, and they chased you out of the city like an animal. Childe found you lost and alone, cowering in a little cave begging him not to hurt you. When they finally realized what was going on and begged for your forgiveness, you asked Childe to teach you to fight, and to protect you in the meantime.

Your train of thought was interrupted when Childe came back with a tray and two bowls on it. "Here we go," he said with a smile, sitting the tray down on your lap. "You did really well today. I can see your abilities improving."

You immediately wolfed down his soup, delicious as usual. After working so hard with Childe you almost always found yourself eager for his cooking; it really did work up an appetite. “Only cuz I have such a good teacher,” you said through a mouthful of octopus.

He chuckled, taking his bowl off the tray. “Well… Maybe,” he teased. Childe’s lighthearted comments always made you feel better, less otherworldly. Everyone else revered and worshipped you (and Childe did too) but he knew you well enough to know his teasing didn’t upset you. He treated you like his comrade before he treated you like a god. It felt less lonely that way.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, placing your now empty bowl on the tray. You really had scarfed the whole bowl down fast.

“I’ll finally knock you over tomorrow!” you declared, jabbing him in the side. He only smiled, shrugging. “That’s what you’ve said the past five sessions,” he said through his food. “Forgive me for not believing you.”

“Oh, it’ll be this one,” you said confidently, crossing your arms. “Promise.”

He only chuckled, picking up your tray and the two bowls. “I’ll hold you to that, Your Grace.”

#self aware genshin #genshin cult au #sagau #genshin self aware #impostor au #genshin impostor au #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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It works very much like illusions. Ranbob can see him but can't touch him. While Dream can touch him (though it feel like more of a faint touch). The entire time Ranbob feels like he's dreaming but due to physical evidence, like notes left by Dream, he knows it isn't a dream. He's just kinda existing. But in actuality he's not completely "there", sometimes he is aware of what's going on (though he never remembers more often than not) but that's when Dream allows it, other than that he's either floating aimlessly in the void or dreaming. Not aware of what's happening.

Definitely, Enderman tend to be 7 ft+. Infact when traveling and Enderman spot Ranbob, they always voice their worry about him being so short. They know he's a hybrid so he was always going to be shorter than them, but he shouldn't have been this short. His growth is permanently stunted. Its a miracle he even got those 2 inches to be honest. Ran was definitely caught off guard seeing Ranbob so short. But quickly dismissed it in favor of attacking him. But later on as time passes, he can't dismiss the unease and concern he gets when he thinks about the difference so easily as he did eailer. The Gladiators notice right away but don't comment on it, the Fishermen think Ranbobs height is normal so when they meet Ran and learn Enderman hybrids typically grow that big and bigger their caught off guard, Cletus and Charles attempt to question Ran what its like to be so tall but Benjamin stops them.

He did, the Dream Mask has a small bit of it broken off due to it being dropped (Ranbob didn't break it. He suspects maybe when it was being transferred it got dropped in its holding box and thats what broke it). Ranbob picked it up because he meant to throw it away, but he forgot too. Giving Dream more time to get a hold on him. They talked about whatever came to mind at first since Benjamin didn't want to start off with the rough questions. But eventually the two did start to talk about what happened to Ranbob and who/what Dream was.

Dream does not consider it important enough because he thinks he's never going back there. So it falls into disrepair and gets all dusty with some mold even growing in the room.

Dreams petty and likes being in control of everything. But Dream would just kinda wander, making sure no ones alive. Every now and again he'll get bored and just destroy something. The fishermen explored and read about the history of Mizu while they were there, then after Ranbob attacked them spent most of the time arguing about what to do with him.

It just leads to Cletus being mean/rude to Ranbob and taking much longer than the others to be comfortable around him. If that's what you mean.

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Yes! When it was down to just 4 people left alive in Mizu, Ran stumbled upon the 4th person dead, then it all kind of clicks in his head, as the only other person currently alive is a Council Member, that it has to be his brother. So he rushes off to find the Council Member so they can stop Ranbob, only to find Ranbob standing over his dead corpse. Thats when the chase around Mizu ticks off that ends with Ran fleeing Mizu.

Cause while spiders are passive in daytime, creepers aren't, and don't burn in the light. Plus they are loud with their explodes (yet oddly quiet) which can give his position away.

Eh I'll say. Their not really super common because mixing them can cause serious side effects during and after mixture. But the healing, sleep aids, and infection mixtures are common as they've been figured out and can safely be made. Fun fact: Subbin actually has an entire community and an official place in the government for figuring out potion mixtures, making new ones, and making the mixing process as safe as possible.

The group doesn't really use the mixtures much, expect for Rans sleep aid and a every now and again healing mixture when a Pit match goes wrong. Cause Grievous used to intern in a potion shop and learned all about them then.

He really did.

Your right! Not many people traverse it. Because he was a Technoblade follower, and they typically get taught the bare basics of surviving in environments like the Nether, deserts, snow, caves, etc in their teachings. He got da book from his Idol teachers, everyone in his Idol group got a book as well.

You can ask! I welcome any and all questions.

There's gold coins (I forget the actual in-game name oop) ore deposits in the Nether, so he mines that. Not any specific ones, cause there is still a language barrier and a mostly gesture barrier (expect for the universal ones like wait, ok/good, no harm, etc).

They made a group decision to try to check the Nether on a whim. Though mostly cause one guy just wouldn't shut up about it. They found a broken portal and managed to repair it enough to enter.

The Fishermen and Ranbob where kinda confused (cause Ran hadn't fully told them about his time on the run.) But expressed sympathy at his house being burned down. Jackie and Grievous wanted to search it for anything usable, Ran didn't let em cause he thinks there's nothing left. Watson shoots Ran a sympathetic look and declared that he wants to keep moving to find shelter. Benjamin quickly agreeing and the group moves on.

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He does not expect in all of their times he's still the God of the world.

Honestly, most of them were fine. Bad was the only one who was mad and wasn't ok with it. The Masquerade, The Pit, Sam, Sapnap, Quackity, Foolish, Ranboo, Skeppy, Tubbo, Tommy, and Karl all say the Egg wrote it because they all have had experience with the Egg. The Haunted Mansion, The Wild West, George, Fundy, Eret, Jack, Niki, and Puffy all say XD because they've either had no experience with the Egg or believe in XD's existence. Philza and Technoblade actually go both ways. (If I forgot someone, oops).

Technoblade, Phil, Niki, The Pit, The Wild West, Puffy, Sapnap, and Sam are all on the Frontline. While the others are all split between research into the egg (The Masquerade is in this one of course), and running tests. Fundy is a runner, delivering orders, requests, or new information. Foolish is on both the researching, testing, and frontlines, he is on the frontlines when needed but otherwise is researching and testing. Karl is typically somewhere with one of the many Traveler groups. Quackity, Eret, and Sam (when not on frontlines) are on planning duties.

The Egg is strong enough to propose a real and constant threat to the groups. Everyone is typically on the move to avoid the reaching of the Egg and its Eggpire.

Bad hasn't gotten what he wants, which is Skeppy. And as he has "opened his eyes" a bit he sees the hypocrisy, manipulation, and lies that surround the Egg and wants out.

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Ye ye Brothers AU sorry.

The fishermen get to their home, wake up the next day, and Ranbob is already making a field for wheat and potatoes. Benjamin fucking squawks and races out to make Ranbob stop. And Isaac eventually has to come out and help cause Ranbob is refusing to leave. Cletus laughs at Ranbob and makes fun of him but stops when he sees Charles sadly staring at him. A silent ask to stop.

He does but Porkius is chill and let's the Gladiators do whatever they want as long as they are still in fighting condition for matches and gives them money every week. Plus he's chill and is kinda friends with them. But sometimes Porkius has them go to extravagant parties with him. They all hate going, not just Ran. Mostly cause the rich people are snobs and either 1. Constantly insult them in conversation than act surprised when they get mad at them and report it to Porkius. 2. Talk with them but talk exclusively about themselves and are insensitive to the Gladiators. But sometimes there's actually people at the parties who are genuinely curious and kind and want to get to know the Gladiators. Those conversations are pleasant and the Gladiators, no matter who it is, actively enjoy the conversation.

Ran has always been mischievous. Even witnessing murder, being traumatized, hunted constantly, and fighting non-stop hasn't changed that. If anything he got more mischievous over time.

Something extra I wanted to share:

-There is music in world and the player the Gladiators share get brought on the trip so they can play music the entire time.

-Ran and Grievous fight over who gets to pick music often.

-Fun fact about why I did this: Every single part of this story and all others has been either created by or inspired by music. For example the Tip of The Iceberg AU was solely inspired by the song True North (by Vocal Line), while Brothers AU was made from Ruler of Everything (by Tally Hall) and partly Mind Electric (by Miracle Musical). So I wanted to include music somehow. (I actually have a entire playlist with music that I've used for certain parts of the Brothers AU.)

Brothers AU:

Interesting, interesting. What triggers these 'dreams'? Can Dream do it, or is it like just something that happens?

I'm assuming only the brothers would know what the Endermen are saying, but there's also body language, so how does everyone react to that behavior? Do one of the brothers ever tell them what's being said, or? What's everyone's thoughts on Ranbob's height, seeing as the Fishermen were surprised, and the Gladiators immediately noticed?

How does Benjamin feel about what he hears? Is he a bit skeptical at first, or fully believing Ranbob's words?

So the room's in disrepair, interesting. At some point, it's mentioned that they go back there, I think, so does that strike anyone as odd?

He destroyed stuff? Like just general items or artifacts? How did Ranbob feel, if/when he was aware?

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Why didn't he assume it was the Council Member? What clues led him to his brother instead?

Understandable.

Oh, that's really interesting!

World building galore, fantastic!

Who was the one guy?

He thinks? Was there something left then?

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Tip Of The Iceberg AU:

Still the god? He didn't expect that? Was someone else supposed to be? If so, who? What's his reaction to learning such?

Bad seems to be straying from the egg, does he intend to leave it? Or does it have a way to keep him?

Do we have any particular groups here? People who fight or work well together, and kind of drift to one another? What sort of dynamics do we get with all of this, especially since everyone's on the move constantly to avoid the Eggpire.

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Brothers AU:

Benjamin: Whatcha got there?

Ranbob: Excessive labor when I should be resting.

Benjamin, gasping: NO!

What are the parties typically like? Do they behave or cause havoc? Switch it up? Anyone in particular they don't hate talking to there?

Always mischievous, just better at hiding it. Wait, that means Ranbob would have known he was like that, wouldn't he? He'd know exactly what to expect. Would anyone else? Either way, that should be amusing.

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What kind of music do they have, and what does everyone prefer to listen to?

(Time to go on a song-spree!)

#dream smp #dream smp au #Brothers AU #Tip Of The Iceberg AU #tales from the smp

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liukangmybeloved · 3 years

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everyone else is fighting for second {Mortal Kombat (2021)}

SPOILERS FOR MORTAL KOMBAT (2021)

Summary: Canon Divergent AU. Crack & Fluff. The team develops into something of a found family, which happens to include Cole's actual family. They take a day off from fighting to go to the fair, where the biggest question is 'who is Cole's daughter's favourite in the team?' Besides her dad, of course. Kano is very competitive about this question.

A/N: 1968 words. I will take a meat-tenderizer and FIX the canon and make it SOFT. i love cole young and mk 2021, if you don't like that, you've been warned. everybody lives/nobody dies AU & kano isn't a traitor. also imagine there's just like.... more time before the tournament. enough to become a found family. like i said, fluff & crack. warnings for swearing.

If Cole had it his way, Emily and Kano would have never met. He would be perfectly happy letting everyone else on the team meet her, but he's yet to hear a single sentence leave Kano's mouth that didn't include some colourful variation of 'fuck', 'shit', 'wanker', or 'cunt'. So unsurprisingly, he wasn't exactly eager to let his teenager daughter near the man who Sonya had literally called 'scum of the Earth', but alas.

"I'll be on my best behaviour, pinky-swear!" Kano's grin was all teeth as he'd held his pinky finger up to Cole's glowering face, wiggling it a little when Cole made no move to finish the pinky-swear.

"If you say - cunt -" and the word sounds so uncomfortable coming from Cole, he damn well looks uncomfortable just saying it, "within a hundred feet of her, I'll get Kung Lao to cut you in half." And he gesutres over to where Kung Lao and the rest of their ragtag bunch of misfits; the man in question had forgone his usual weapon for a more modern, soft-brimmed sunhat, but his jaunty wave to Kano at the sound of his name still managed to be menacing. The Australian shuddered in horror at the mere thought; at least he took the threat seriously.

"You don't have to be jealous, man," the threat seemed to only have dampened Kano's jovial attitude momentarily, as he's got a spring in his step as he follows Cole to the rest of the gathered champions, "Uncle Kano's gonna set a fuckin' - flippin' -" he corrects himself as Cole shoots him a warning look, "great example." Sonya barks a loud, derisive laugh as Cole sees fit to remind him that he's not Uncle Kano.

"Emily's a good kid," Liu Kang assures, kind and sincere.

"Yeah, she never even believes me when I tell her Kano's a dirty, little rat," Kung Lao smirks in the face of Kano's sudden outrage, and Cole is pretty sure that, despite it being Emily and Alison's idea, to give the team a day of levity and to bond, this might be the worst plan he's ever agreed to.

"This is a day of bonding, not of infighting," Raiden's voice joins them, followed by the God himself only moments later, which is enough to unite all the champions in confusion at his choice of wardrobe for the day. While still sporting a majority of his usual attire, somehow he'd managed to procure a t-shirt with a meme of all things on it, a personalised meme!

"I designed it myself, I think it turned out pretty okay; whaddya think?" Kano sounded far too proud of himself, looking at the cartoon drawing of what could only be Raiden himself pointing awkwardly at Thor as depicted in Marvel Comics, who was pointing back.

"We are both Gods of Thunder," Raiden explained, pointing to his own shirt; Sonya had gone wide-eyed, unsure of how to react, while Jaxx was doing his utmost not to burst out laughing.

"I... didn't know you knew what a meme was," Cole admits, though honestly, once the shock had worn off of, it was rather charming.

"I didn't know you knew what a meme was," Kano fired back, equally confused.

"I have a thirteen-year-old, of course I know what a meme is -" but then it seems to hit him just as it hits Sonya and Jax, and the three of them turn to the pair of confused, cave-dwelling, internet-free champions. None of them knew where to begin trying to explain the whole situation, but thankfully, Raiden chose that moment to open a lightning portal, and they all headed through quickly.

----

The night that Cole and his family had gone home after everything had gone down, the fighting, Sub-Zero, and the man he's pretty sure is the ghost of his ancestor, Emily had looked him dead in the eye and called him a super hero.

And then told him that his friends were really cool.

This was a sentiment that his new friends seemed to share about his family.

Cole quickly comes to realise that family isn't something a lot of the rest of the team have nowadays; they have each other, but for a lot of them, that's mostly it. He sits on an invite to dinner that he'd already ran past Alison several days ago, before inviting Liu Kang and Kung Lao over, if nothing else, to repay the hospitality they'd shown him so early on.

Alison's rule was that there was to be peace on their property; no training, no fighting, but the team was welcome as long as they didn't bring trouble to the door.

So then it was Sonya and Jaxx, who brought dessert when they came over.

Emily once asked what Thunder Gods ate. Did they eat? Cole wasn't sure. He extends an invite to Raiden anyways, but it's politely declined. The next time, however, he took up Cole's invite, mostly for the company, and to thank Alison and Emily for their patience; having Cole away so often wasn't easy, he'd be the first to acknowledge that. Alison appreciated the sentiment, as did Emily, though she was also just bursting with questions for the God, and he did his best to answer what he could.

Then finally - finally - after so long spent with the team, of most of them coming to find comfort and serenity in his home on the occasions that they need it, Kano is invited to Sunday lunch too.

----

"I know us champions and our super powers are pretty cool," Kano says to Emily, the moment they step through the lightning portal and emerge into the sunshine and the noise of the fair, "but I'm your favourite, right? Besides your old man, of course," and he rolls his eyes a little at that, as does Cole, for very different reasons, while Alison shoots Cole a questioning look. Thankfully she still does not trust Kano as far as she could throw him.

For her part, Emily answers incredibly diplomatically, sounding much older than her thirteen years, and quite a bit like her mother;

"Kano, you're a grown man, my approval shouldn't matter to you," she sounds sincere, which is completely undercut by Kung Lao sliding into step beside Kano.

"Which means you're not her favourite," he teases, and Kano practically growls back, embarrassed, while Emily calls out to Raiden that she likes his shirt. He practically beams.

"Not a lot of people will really get it, though," she points out, and Raiden muses on that for a moment.

"But I get it, and it's mine."

"Fair point," Emily nods at that, as their strange group steps up to buy tickets.

---

Emily spends more of the fair of people's shoulders than she does actually walking, which delights her endlessly. Mostly she's up on Jax's shoulders, and charges her cotton candy for the ride, ripping a small chunk from the one Cole had bought for her.

"It's weird seeing you all look so normal," she says to Sonya, the two of them in line for the Dodge 'Em Cars alongside Liu Kang and Kung Lao. Sonya grins, knows exactly what she means, gaze turning to the two members of the Shaolin Order of Light, not that anyone would know simply from looking at them now. Where Liu Kang had found a pair of trendy, ripped jeans was beyond Sonya's imagination.

"You look cool, though," Emily amended quickly, "I didn't realise you all would come to the fair, but I'm glad you did," she's smiling brightly as they get closer to the front of the line.

"Who did you expect to come along today?" Liu asks, eyes wide and curious. It wasn't that he was as competitive as Kung Lao or Kano, but he still found the child's interpretation of their group to be interesting. She knows, in some capacity, what they're capable off; she'd watched her father slice, dice, and kill Goro after all. The fact that she could think so highly of them speaks a lot to her capacity for kindness, or perhaps her childish naivety, but Liu preferred to think it was the former.

Emily, however, goes quiet, seems to be a little embarrassed. She mutters something, avoiding eye contact with any of them, and Liu goes to ask her to repeat herself, but she interrupts him while doing so;

"I wanted Dad to have a day off," she admitted, before adding, "and... and Lord Raiden; I don't think he's had a day off this millennium."

"It's good of you to look out for them," Sonya tells her fondly, "our team can be pretty single-minded, but we needed this day off, I think." And she gives Emily a pet on the shoulder, and lets her steer the tandem Car when they finally get a turn.

----

"It's me, right? I'm your favourite," Jax asks Emily over lunch, not because he genuinely believes it, but because it riles up Kano, and to a lesser extent, the competitive Liu Kang.

"Jax is one bad day away from pledging his allegiance to Skynet, he can't be your favourite -" Kano grumbles.

"Dad's my favourite," Emily reminds them sternly, and Cole has to hide his proud little smile, before she adds, "and mom's my favourite too, the rest of you, well of course you're all badass as hell -"

"Is it Liu? 'Cos he's pretty and you're, yanno, a teenage girl," Kano scowls at the warrior who'd been attempting to just quietly enjoy his basket of fries. Both Cole and Alison are wearing similarly murderous expressions, and Kano raised his hands in mock surrender, dropping his gaze.

"Actually," Emily said pointedly, despite the embarrassed flush on her cheeks, though she was mirroring her parents intensity, "my favourite is Raiden because he's literally a God that shoots lightning out of his hands, and you're now my least favourite because you're a rat bastard."

"I taught her that," Kung Lao was grinning from ear to ear, and when he and Emily look to each other, they share a definitive nod.

"How come he's allowed to teach her words like bastard?!" Kano demanded to know.

"Because you're a bastard," Sonya interjects.

Kano is thankfully quiet for the remainder of lunch, sulking at his end of the table as chatter returns to normal, returns to talk of how everyone else had been enjoying the day.

----

At the end of the day, Kano shoves a large, stuffed kangaroo at Emily that he'd won at the booth where you had to knock over bottles.

"Didn't even use me eye or anything; lost an hour of my life and fifty fuckin' dollars," he was grumbling, while Emily was examining the prize.

"You won this?" She seemed endeared by it, endeared by the thought that he'd put the time into winning it for her.

"'course I won it, can I stop being your least favourite now?" He asked, and Emily tucked the kangaroo beneath her arm, giving him an appraising look.

"You can't buy my loyalty -"

"Wouldn't want it if it could be bought, I know that shit from experience," Kano interjected, crossing his arms defensively, ignoring where Cole was glowering at him every time he swore.

"But you put time in, and effort, so you're back to third with everyone else."

"As long as none of those bastards is beating me, I'm okay with that."

As they headed to the exit, to where Raiden had created a lightning portal for them all to go home through, Emily reached out and punched Kano lightly in the shoulder.

"Thanks, Kano, it's pretty sweet that you care so much."

"Don't tell the others," he grumbled back.

"We've been with you all day," Jax calls out, "we already know."

#mortal kombat #liu kang #mortal kombat 2021 #kano #kung lao #cole young #raiden #jax briggs #emily young #alison young #sonya blade #mortal kombat fluff #mortal kombat fanfiction #lkmb

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trashystar420 · 4 years

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Babysitter Maribat AU AGE Reversed Chapter 2!

“I am very sorry for the delay, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, it is a pleasure to meet you” Bruce Wayne spoke. Marinette had to resist the urge to gap like a fish, because god damn, he hot. Selina definitely knows how to pick em. But due to her years of masking her own emotions with a smile, she responds back in kind.

“The pleasure is all mine, sir” and giving a knowing look to Selina, who rolled her eyes and gave one back.

“Just be sure to treat her right.” She warned playfully, but the venom was there. Selina had to cover herself, lest she burst into a fit of giggles, while the man she wrapped her arms around had to do a double take. Giving a dutiful nod, he starts to introduce his boys.

“This is my youngest son, Dick Grayson.” Mari had to refrain herself from cooing at the adorable kid before her. But the sparkle in her eyes was fully noted by everyone else, and they felt pity for her. ‘She won’t be thinking that for long.’ Bruce thought bitterly.

“My second youngest, Jason Todd.” Jason merely rolls his eyes at her, and Mari can’t help but give a knowing smile.

“My second oldest, Tim Drake.” Said boy was too busy on his phone, and barely acknowledges her. Giving a meek wave. Bruce and Alfred both gave dejected sighs at the rude behavior of the young teen. Damien rolled his eyes, and shakes the hand of his replacement.

“Damien, Damien Wayne” he answers, the Bluenette returns the handshake politely. And with some serious warnings from Bruce, and some recommendations on what to do and what NOT to do, and a lot of pulling on Selina’s part, Bruce reluctantly went. Once the mansion door closed chaos ensued.

“Think you can manage?” Damien asked haughtily. Mari simply rolled her eyes at him and walked towards the two troublemakers. Dick noticed first, and hid behind Jason. Jason made an intimidating face to the Bluenette. Mari gave a nod, knowing that the warning was received. After staring into the young boy’s blue eyes, the babysitter gave a warm smile. One that threw off the the troubled child.

“I know this might seem tedious, but how about we introduce ourselves again? I didn’t get to hear your voices.” She offered. Jason gave a guarded expression, while Dick reluctantly looked up at the Bluenette, still clutching his older brother. Damien could only watch the scene, completely confused as to what was going on, even Tim looked slightly apprehensive.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I’ll be your babysitter” she outstretched her hand, offering a handshake to the two.” Jason looked at it wearily, but Dick took it first. ‘So cute’ she thought

“D-Dick Grayson” said boy answered timidly. That had Tim and Damien gap. It took Tim a week for Dick to even speak to him. For Damien it took a good year for Dick to gain the courage to look at him. A pang of jealousy went through the older boys. Alfred was shocked again, for the second time.

Giving a warm smile, she spoke.

“I really love your voice, Mr. Grayson, I hope to hear it more.” Dick blushed , but remained eye contact. Jason was smirking.

“And hello to you-“ Mari purposely pauses for Jason to say his name. Jason sighs, and playfully rolls his eyes at his new babysitter. However, that did not deter the young woman’s hand away. The boy reluctantly returned the handshake. Muttering his name, his eyes casted down.

“Jason Todd.” He meekly gave. Marinette has to RESIST the urge to hug out the two precious beans before her. It gets harder by the minute. Jason then pointed out the box she placed on a nearby table.

“What’s that?” He asked hopefully knowing the answer. Dick also noticed the box and was curious as well. Marinette gave another warm smile as she got up from her crouched position.

“How about I show you instead?” As she retrieve the box and opened it. The mansion was flooded with the sweet aromas of the mysterious French pastries. Strawberry, blueberry, chocolate, vanilla, and many more. It was a colorful batch of delicious looking goods. The boys all stared hungrily at the baked goods, wanting them soo badly, but refrained from taking them. Tim also looked hungry, while Damien scowled at the scene before him.

“What are those?” Dick meekly asked, while Jason nodded. She giggles again and responds in kind.

“These are called Macaroons. They are a dessert back in France. I didn’t know what kind of flavors you two liked, so I just made a bunch and hoped for the best.”

“T-t-those are f-f-for us!?!?” Jason pointed to himself and his baby bro. Marinette couldn’t help herself, she was laughing at their stunned faces. It was just soo fricken CUTE.

“Yes. Think of this as a bribe for you two to behave. And if it goes well, then I can come back again with even more treats.” Dick was clutching Jason’s jacket even tighter, while Jason was drooling like a dog. Afred sighed at their rude behavior. Tim was trying so hard not to laugh, while Damien was seething. Whoever this harlot was, is obviously using magic.

“Hey Alfred, is it ok if I can give them their treats now?” She asked, Alfred gave the nod.

“Thank you Alfred!!”

“You da best!!!”

...

“Do you think the mansion will stay in one place Selina?” The apprehensive bat asked, poking his medium done stake with a fancy fork. Selina rolled her eyes.

“Relax Bruce dear, my girl’s got this. If there is anything you need to know, it’s that Marinette Dupain-Cheng is not a quitter. Trust me, she’s even more stubborn than me.” Bruce still eyes her warily, but let’s out another sign. Selina felt bad for her lover, and put a reassuring hand on his.

“You need to destress a little dear. Say, how about we stay at my place for tonight?” Bruce perked up at the offer, and off the two went to do god knows what (ya I know what they do but do you?!).

...

“Wow Pixie-Bob you’re really good at this.” Jason complimented as he was beat yet again in ultimate Mecha strike three. Dick wanted to fight Mari next so the older bro gave the controller to him.

Damien had already left to the bat cave to let off some steam after the events that went on in the house. It was a miracle the house didn’t even burn down yet. Tim was also down there doing a real quick scan over the ungodly stack of papers,on another case in Killer Frost. The atmosphere was tense, until Tim spoke up first.

“What do you think of the babysitter, Demon Spawn” Demon spawn growled at the nickname, but gave his answer.

“A witch.”

“I am genuinely surprised she hasn’t been killed yet. And all those two are doing are playing video games!?!? Like NOrMAL kids!!!! How did she do that?”

Damien also wished to know how a stranger such as her, could lower the guards of his brothers when he’s spent years with them, and never seemed to get along with them.

He proceeds to cut another dummy into sixteen pieces with deathly accurate precision. Sheathing the blade, the older boy made his way to the costume racks.

“What are you doing?” Tim asked, already knowing the answer.

“ patrol” he answered. Tim sighed.

“Well try not to kill anyone demon spawn” he chided. Damien ignored him as he went off into the night as Robin.

...

“But Mari I wanna stay up longer!” Jason protested to the stern babysitter, already holding a sleepy Dick.

“No means no mister, what did we talk about with behaving?” Mari reminded him. Jason widened his eyes and pouted to the floor. The Bluenette made a sympathetic smile, and gingerly places a delicate finger on the chin of the child.

“How about a bed time story?” Jason practically jumped.

...

“I am terribly sorry if any of the boys gave you a difficult time” Alfred began, only to falter when the Bluenette giggles again.

“Don’t worry about it Alfred, the boys were absolute angels.” Now Alfred couldn’t help himself, try as he might, as he started to laugh at that. Marinette gave her farewells and went off into the night. Bruce returned the following morning.

A nervous knock, and Alfred answers the door.

“H-how much damage did they do, oh god I can’t look!” Bruce covered his eyes, wanting to deny the harsh reality that would come to him. However Alfred simply patted the man out of his breakdown.

“I assure you Master Bruce, the mansion is still in one piece, all thanks to Marinette.” Bruce gatherer the remaining courage he had and scanned the entire mansion. Not taking off his coat he ran to every nook and cranny. He checked every closet, only to find them all clean. He checked the bathrooms, bedrooms, hallways and dining halls. Going so far as to check under the rug to see if there were any hidden messes.

Nothing. The mansion stayed in one piece.

“The BATCAVE!!!!” He practically screeched as he bolted towards the supposed secret lair of his ‘secret’ vigilantie work. Only to find that it was neat. Everything was were it was supposed to be.

Feeling his knees go weak, he collapsed to the floor, not caring how he looked and laughed. He fricken laughs. As tears stream down his face. Tears of unbridled joy. The family butler offers him a handkerchief, the bat gladly accepting it.

“I believe a thank you card should be addressed to one Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Along with a rather generous tip, don’t you think?” Bruce was still crying, and only gave a nod. As if out of habit, the man summoned a blank check , signed his name and wrote $10,000 on it.

“Be sure to deliver this to Ms.Dupain Cheng for me Alfred. Make sure to include a gift along with a card as a part of my gratitude. If you will excuse me I need to make a phone call.” Bruce left to recollect his thoughts, while Alfred left with the check already on the task at hand.

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laughingpinecone · 5 years

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Yuletide letter!

I am laughingpineapple on AO3

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (doubly so if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, magical realism, established relationships, future fic, hurt/comfort or just comfort from the ample canon hurt, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, outsider POV, UST, exploration of secondary bits of canon, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, maps, mutual pining, cuddling, wintry moods, the feeling of flannel and other fabrics, ridiculous concepts played straight, sensory details, places being haunted, people being haunted, the mystery of the woods, small hopes in bleak worlds, electricity, places that don’t quite add up, mismatched memories, caves and deep places, distant city lights at night

Any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, IF, canon divergences, non-mundane AUs (space opera! high fantasy! new weird also), deep lore, unrequested characters popping up - please do go wild with the & combos!

Blanket crossover prompt with Untitled Goose Game: set that goose loose anywhere and ruin anyone’s day. Tariq and select Twin Peaks characters who are not Albert (Margaret, Laura...) may hope to tame and befriend the goose; anyone else better get wrecked. Capitalism may also get wrecked while Kentucky Route Zero characters popcorn.gif nearby

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, canon retellings, unrequested ships (I listed all the ships I like for each fandom. Outside of those, I’d prefer if other canon characters weren’t shipped, unless they’re like, canon engaged/married)

Dark Souls 1: Solaire of Astora

I’m only familiar with the first game! It’s probably relevant to mention that I think that linking the fire is kind of a dumbass move, Gwyn is a jerk, Kaathe has his own agenda and there’s no winning move in this world, or at least no obvious one. And amidst all this nonsense, Solaire just shines, pure of heart and dumb of ass like the best of ‘em. I love his kindness in this cruelest of worlds and I love the sad edge he’s got even earlier on when he admits to being seen as weird.

I would enjoy a bittersweet ending for him but I realize both of his endings are deeply entrenched in his themes so it’s hard to make him steer clear of either of those. If you can figure out how to make him not link the Flame or survive the ordeal, I’m all ears! I like a sense of purpose being the thing that can stave off hollowing, and I like characters helping other characters finding that sense of purpose within themselves. Focus on scenery always welcome, and if you want to make up a location, that’s great too!

I’d be super happy with a story set during Solaire’s time in Lordran that simply doesn’t mention his endings, anyway. Maybe he’s the one who helps someone else while his own tragedy keeps looming on the horizon. Striking up friendships in the face of a crapsack world! Meeting people through Lordran’s temporal/dimensional fuckery, where it’s possible to cross the path of warriors who have been gone for ages… could Solaire meet either or both Catarina knights (there’s so much great art about sun bro and onion bro but where’s the fic?), or do the grumpy grump&ray of sunshine routine with Logan, or meet Artorias or even Gwyn before he linked the Flame - or himself? What if he met Kaathe?

Ships: none really? Solaire/Chosen Undead but I don’t really like to read about customizable protagonists in fic so I’d rather not get fic featuring the CU. I’m all about the & character combos here.

Ghost Trick: Cabanela, Jowd

I love Cabanela being fierce and dazzling bright and determined and loyal to the very end, dancing to his own rhythm, so sure of himself and of his ideas that he doesn’t even need to prove to anyone that he’s right. Too sure of the wrong idea, once, and everything crashed and burned. And I love Jowd being the immovable object to Cabanela’s unstoppable force, a suicidal trainwreck of guilt with the gallows humor to show for it, and also incredibly smart (both jerks figured out Sissel’s powers better than Sissel did, that’s... something) and athletic and with an unsuspected talent for stealth.

I am very interested in various characters finding about the erased timeline, but not getting their memories back, and having to live with being told about what they did but never remembering it. Touch-starved Jowd in the new timeline is a surefire hit (or maybe Cabanela if he’s the one who came back and kept the memories of the old timeline). Touchy-feely Cabanela as kind of his baseline with the people he likes. All what-ifs welcome:what if they managed an acceptable happy ending but didn’t reset the timeline, what if Alma’s ghost stuck around… I’m also wondering about either of them ending up undead via Temsik shard - how would they take these developments (I’m assuming better than Yomiel did but the bar is admittedly low), did Cabanela do it on purpose for whatever sensible-if-you-are-Cabanela reason, what does it change in their relationship, what are the practical pros and cons of the situation here. UFO adventures with Pigeon Man! Lynne teaming up with either of them against the other! Sissel death-averting action if either/both of them die or just regular cat action! Spy stuff! Daring rescues! My forever prompt of Jowd being the one who gets a chance to prove his loyalty to Cabanela for once. Dancing.

Please no Yomiel. Nothing against the guy I’m just getting an overdose of him through RPing.

Ships: Alma/Cabanela/Jowd and all sides thereof, but when it splits the canon couple I only like it when the missing spouse is dead or otherwise unavailable, hopefully with a reset on the horizon. If you want to go for a Cabanela&Alma or Cabanela/Alma who are strongly motivated by a dead or jailed Jowd, I’m good with him not actively appearing in the fic. Alma/Jowd & Cabanela is excellent in all scenarios. I’m good with explicitly non-romantic takes on Jowd&Cabs but please keep their bond strong, and please no conflicting ship for Cabanela. Lynne/Memry!

Kentucky Route Zero: Any (Lula Chamberlain, Joseph Wheattree, Donald kentuckyroutezero, Weaver Màrquez)

(if enough of us request it, will some Murphy corollary guarantee that Act V will come out between now and reveals just to mess with the Yuletide schedule? If it does, I’ll be playing it immediately and probably add a few thoughts and prompts here for kicks, at the end of this section, after a spoiler warning. Obviously feel free to stick to canon up to Un Pueblo De Nada)

I’m all for exploration of any of the game’s themes and for including any staples from adjacent genres - wanna go full-on American Gothic? Dip into surrealism? Take a leaf from Twin Peaks with tulpa / split narratives to explore the characters’ issues? I can’t think of any specific AUs for the disaster trio + disaster soloist here, but I generally love AUs so if you want to sidestep the inconvenience of an incomplete canon that way, be my guest! Or of course there’s Xanadu at the height of its glory, an infinite what-ifs generator. Was Weaver ever part of it, what was this digital Weaver up to? A Xanadu narrative would be great! A good fit for IF, too? I’d love to hear about any new spot along the Zero or the Echo river, or an expansion of some place that’s only mentioned by Will in HATATE or only gets a few paragraphs of text. Lula getting ideas for a new installation, or an article talking about her work? Donald listening to Static between stations somehow (Donald being constantly high as a kite as per this)? Joseph who went back to the surface finds himself near an entrance to the Zero somewhere? A collection of Weaver-isms? Feel free to bring in anyone else from any part of canon.

Ships: “Flipping through the pages, Conway is able to gather that it's a story about three characters: Joseph, Donald, and Lula. It's something like a tragic love triangle, but much more complex. Some kind of tangled, painfully concave love polygon.” 😬 that one, as a full triad, regrettably since they don’t seem too inclined to get reunited and stay that way. If you can nudge them, good. But I’m very open to non-romantic resolutions as well, going past their messy feelings to find each other as friends after so many years maybe. For Weaver, I’m interested in all her & relationships (seriously. Weaver & Cate. Weaver & EmilyBen&Bob. Weaver & Slow Moe Crow.) but nothing shippy. Conway/Lysette, Junebug/Johnny(/Shannon?).

The Last Remnant: David Nassau, Pagus

I’m very interested in post-game exploration, and getting a clearer feeling of any of the cities and assorted places that populate this fascinating world. I like the whole party with their characterization based on battle quotes, red bubble dialogues, and even their unique stat (‘authority’ is a natural fit for David but ‘romance’ tells me something new about Sibal!) Character interaction. Bit of worldbuilding. What’s another festival they celebrate? Do they erect something else instead of the Valeria Heart? Any fun discoveries down in Siebenbur? Where the hell IS Veyriel, anyway, do they go look for it and if so what do they find out? End of an age. Old bonds.

I ache for David who fought so valiantly as a warrior and as a politician only to be slapped in the face with the unexpected loss Emma first and then Rush, right as they were ready to claim their victory and as he would have to start coming to terms with the idea that maybe without the Gae Bolg he wouldn’t die young. At least his Generals are still with him - out of them, all of whom I adore, I picked Pagus because Qsiti are cool. And Pagus in particular is the coolest (”I know that fine qsiti... That large, reticent mouth, the laugh lines around the eyes...“ he’s FINE it’s CANON!). So I’d like to see how David bounces off Pagus in particular, what their bond is like, what he thinks of whatever aspect of Qsiti culture.

Ships: postcanon David/Rush, possibly with an emphasis on Rush’s nature as a remnant? I am also fond of Pagus/Sibal/Maddox, there are more prompts for them in my #letters tag!

Pyre: Volfred Sandalwood, Tariq The Lone Minstrel

Oh the burning found family feelings, the revolutionary passion, the tension between topside social constraints (moreso for liberated exiles, thrust into heroic roles after the revolution) and the kind of freedom allowed by the Downside! I love all the themes, the solemnity, the heart of this game. I’ve been waiting for a character like Tariq all my life, a minstrel who’s otherworldly soft and just a lil bit eldritch. Volfred as well, he just hits my perfect ratio of “noble intentions” to “scheming to a fault”. Like, the percentages in his planner are pointless for gameplay since the ending just depends on the number of Nightwings sent topside at the end - so it’s just there for his characterization, he’s the sort of person who assigns percentages to people, nbd. ...for a good cause! That said, I would die for anyone in that Blackwagon+Dalbert+Celeste, so if you want to write in someone else as well, please do! (otoh if you maybe want to dunk on Brighton or Manley, I don’t like bashing but canon levels of love-to-hate-them would be fun)

Thoughts about finding oneself at the end of an age, as everything crumbles down to form something new. The titan stars. History nerd Volfred, “aye sir, I was there” Tariq. Conversations with Dalbert. Or with Sandra? Any postcanon very welcome with any combination of endings as long as the revolution was peaceful. Please do lean into the xeno headcanons if you enjoy them! Even for gen, I like to read what it’s like to be something other than human and these two are very much not human in different and intriguing ways. Or, Volfred’s zodiac sign is Cancer and Cancer is ruled by the Moon, so there’s that. I also love how they both hold the other in the highest esteem, especially on Tariq’s part since he’s the immortal Herald of the Scribes and Volfred is, all in all, a history teacher, but listen to him and you’d think the roles were inverted. I love my nonviolent canon but could anything happen to either of them that may require a rescue, and/or some good old-fashioned h/c? What’s something that could make Tariq of all people lose it? How’s life 100 years on?

For a funnier mood, picture Volfred trying to figure out how to flirt with Tariq with percentages, planners and all. He could just ask him but no, it’s convoluted plan or bust. Or, conversely, Tariq’s increasingly direct hints that he’s interested, but they’re still ‘increasingly direct’ for Tariq standards, so, not at all, undetectable even by Volfred who can get pretty damningly indirect himself.

Ships: Volfred/Tariq, Volfred/Oralech, some form of Oralech/Volfred/Tariq (more of a Volfred-centric V but I would like to be convinced of the Oralech/Tariq side of things), Celeste/Jodariel, Hedwyn/Fikani and Pamitha/Bertrude.

Twin Peaks: Albert Rosenfield

Case fic but they don’t find out jack shit, someone disappears, David Bowie was there, it’s complicated. Fragmented, shifted, mirrored identities. New Lodge spaces. The risks of staring into the void for too long. Gentle illusions. Transcendence. The moon. Static buzzing. Any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt, actually. Twin Peaks is all about the mystery to me, the awe of mystery and unknowability and the human drive to look beyond and the risks of getting a peek, and about shared consciousness and trauma taking physical form and about the warmth of human connections in an uncaring world. Go wild with the ethereal whooshing!

I love Albert and he breaks my heart, a pacifist who ends his arc shooting his oldest remaining friend after life sucked all the passion and most of the idealism out of him. Is shooting Diane just to see Cooper come back, get her back and disappear with her again trauma enough to make him split? I’d be interested in reading about it, or any other take on his unwavering loyalty to Gordon which should maybe waver after Gordon’s admission that he’s lied to him for 25 years and the aforementioned unmitigated disaster of an ending. But I’m also very interested in his life apart from the disaster that is Blue Rose and his heartbreaking search for Cooper: did he keep in touch with Harry throughout the years, what did they talk about? Was he ever dragged along for a hike in the woods and did something weird happen there? We know he kept in touch with Diane, what did THEY talk about? Does he go on a journey of his own to find her after the ending? Does Tammy come along, do they see each other as friends other than mentor and protégé? What was Phil like as a co-boss back in the day? Did he get a small victory over Windom at some point (maybe even in the present day, given Kenneth Welsh’s recent wonderful interview where he’s adamant that Windom lives)? Does Laura ever visit him in some ghostly manner? He and Denise look like a great duo for a case and/or office shenanigans. We know from TFD that he’s a big jazz enthusiast, something about that? When does he cave in and just accept some aspects of Coop’s investigative method? Just set him loose on another unsuspecting character and I’ll be happy.

If Coop comes back (and I’d love for Coop to come back), I would like it if he came back on his own thanks to having sorted out his crap. After s3, I am not interested in stories about any other character saving Cooper. Albert’s got his wounds to lick dangit. And he’s got friends who can be by his side! ...I do love his dynamic with Coop so much, though. Sigh. I do miss that bastard. Anyway.

Ships: Albert/Coop/Harry and sides thereof, Tammy/Cynthia, Gordon/Phil, Diane/Constance, Lucy/Andy, Chet/Sam.

Canon-specific DNWs: any singular Dreamer being the ‘source’ of canon, BOB (let alone Judy) being forever defeated in the finale, Judy being an active malevolent presence in the characters’ lives, clear explanations for canonical ambiguities, ‘Odessaverse’ being the reality layer, the Fireman’s House by the Sea being the White Lodge, anything that 4 hours video says is the explanation of Twin Peaks

#letter #yuletide 2019

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song-birds-stuff · 5 years

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So. Lemme tell y’all about my Sonic Boom AU.

First off, in this Sonic is a robot Eggman created, but since we all know Boom! Eggman isn’t exactly what you call a big threat, he made Sonic as his ‘son’ and used the best tech he could find so Sonic could live normally like a real hedgehog...person...whatever you call the animal people in this universe.

Eggman used the blue Chaos Emerald to power Sonic, but in this world, the Chaos Emeralds are exceedingly weaker than in the main game ‘verse, and Sonic completely absorbed it, only way to get it would be to completely reduce Sonic to complete scrap metal, you wouldn’t even be able to get it if you opened up Sonic’s power console.

Because of the Emerald basically becoming Sonic’s heart, it gave him his extreme speed, as well as thoughts and feelings (creating feelings for robots was very hard for Eggman back in the day.) the doctor gave Sonic upgrades every now and then, including him appear the age he would be (15 in this case.)

Of course, Sonic got into his Rebellious Teen Phase(TM) and left Eggman’s base to the island and met Tails, Amy, Knuckles, and eventually Sticks.

Eggman got to the whole ‘attacking the village’ thing cause he literally wanted Sonic to come home, it was like the whole village was in the middle of the Robotnic family drama on a weekly basis.

At first, only Tails knew about Sonic being a robot, as he was kinda afraid of what the others might think about him being a ‘bot, especially Sticks, what with how she was around machines in general, but after a incident where they were exploring a cavern and experienced a cave in (which cause one of Sonic’s arms to get badly enough damaged, it showed all his circuits and such.) he came clean about being a robot, thankfully his pals were fine with it, even Sticks, making an exception about ‘some’ good robots.

Eventually Eggman created Metal Sonic, powered by the cyan Chaos Emerald, to try and get Sonic home, but Metal just ended up occasionally fighting Sonic & Co. and then just chills with em, he’s basically Sonic’s little brother that they all squabble with sometimes.

As for Shadow, he’s not really created like in the main games (that’s the vibe I got from him from Boom! Shadow at least) while he and Sonic fought abit at first, they eventually talked stuff out and Shadow decided to hang out and became a part of the team, and since he’s been living in a cave for who knows how long, Sonic let him room with him, even making some renovations so there’s more room (and like, an actual door.)

This is what I got so far @anichibi-fangirl thought I’d show ya!

#sth #sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy rose #knuckles the echinda #sticks the jungle badger #sticks the badger #dr eggman #also forgot to mention in it but Sonic and Shadow eventually become bfs

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tiny-maus-boots · 5 years

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Wild West AU pt 3

A/N: I dunno why. Blame @lilhan . There is Bechloe and there is Staubrey. If you’re not into one or the other or either please run far away. Thank you. I own nothing. Generic disclaimers. Please enjoy.

A/N: Parts 1 and 2 can be found on Ao3 thanks to my amaze bff @chloes-yellow-cup

Chloe reached out blindly in her sleep, her hand seeking the soft warmth of Beca’s body. After a moment she opened her eyes with a sigh and sat up to scan the darkened cave lit only by the gray glow of predawn coming from the fissure that made a fair enough window in the wall. Chloe pulled the Navajo blanket over her shoulders and padded the few steps to where Beca stood staring out at the horizon. Her skin was chilled when Chloe pressed their naked bodies together, wrapping them both in the blanket.

Beca immediately relaxed into her and Chloe nuzzled into her neck as her hands roamed over Beca’s belly and ribs. Her fingers traced the swell of Beca’s breast in a delicate caress. “You’ll catch your death standing in the chill like this.” The chuckle was barely more than a soft rumble but Chloe could feel the current of worry in it.

“I don’t know if it matters much Chlo. Either the law catches up to me, or I lose a fight, or I fall down dead of the pneumonia. Either way I’ll be finished.” It hurt something deeper than her heart to hear those words. Chloe stopped her hands from roaming, her breath caught in her throat.

“Don’t talk like that Beca. You know I don’t like it.” It wasn’t that she didn’t know this type of life would bring a very quick and likely bloody end. She had known that all along. She just didn’t like to hear Beca talk about what would happen if there was no reason to yet. “You’re just a lil shook is all. We’ve been caught before and we’ll probably be caught again if we’re not careful. But we ain’t been caught any place we couldn’t get out of so far. It’s not time to worry love.”

Beca turned in her arms and Chloe traced the line of her spine with calloused fingertips. Beca’s nose grazed along her jaw. The tension easing out of her slight frame with each deep inhale of Chloe’s scent. “What would I do without you, Beale?”

“You’d probably have a bunch of bullet holes in ya. Still be stuck in jail somewhere maybe.” Beca’s laugh tickled her neck and she sighed happily. This was everything, this was what she risked a nasty death for. Every blessed second with Beca Mitchell. She pulled back and rested their foreheads together, noses brushing lightly. “Bec…this is it. We don’t have to live this life anymore. We got what we needed, more than. Let’s just go Mexico and live like Queens.”

“That’s the plan baby. You me, Stace and Bree. But it’s the gettin’ gone that worries me. That Sheriff wasn’t planning on giving a fair trial. He wanted gold, all of it, and not because he wanted to return it to its rightful owners if you know what I mean.” Chloe gave a slow nod of acknowledgement and sighed. “Cox is gonna be after us for sure and I don’t want him to get his hands on you.”

Chloe brought a hand up and traced the bruised and lacerated skin at Beca’s temple. “I see that Sheriff again he and I are gonna have a talk about him putting his hands on you. And I promise he won’t like what I have to say about it.” Chloe meant it too. She’d just as soon shoot him dead as look at him. But Beca was right, he would be after them for humiliating him in his own jail alone but he had double incentive because he wanted the gold too. They were safe for the moment but eventually someone would find them, and everyone in the Caverns would be just as caught. Beca turned her head and kissed Chloe’s palm.

“Can’t argue with that. Son of a bitch wanted to cut me with my own knives.” Beca’s grumble of annoyance was damned adorable and Chloe leaned into a soft kiss, her lips brushing against Beca’s until they were both left just a little breathless.

“It’s too early to think on that. Let’s get dressed and see if we can get something to eat. The girls should be up soon.”

Beca gave a tiny snort as she extricated herself from Chloe’s arms and reached out for her soft buckskin leathers. “Not if Stacie has any say in it. You could hear ‘em clear across the chasm.” Chloe laughed as she buttoned up her rough cotton shirt.

“You know what it does to Stacie when she gets to blow things up. Besides, did you see what she got for Aubrey? A girl gives you a gift like that, you thank her for it. Repeatedly.”

Chloe watched Beca buckle on her knife rig as she buttoned up her pants and slipped her suspenders up to her shoulders. Beca laughed and leaned against the rough wall as she waited for Chloe to finish getting ready. “You know I’ve heard most women are partial to jewelry and pretty lace and silk fabrics. Since when is stealing a horse wooing a woman?”

“Since those particular women rob trains and appreciate explosives and guns.” Chloe finished buckling on her gun belt, her fingers trying the leather thong to each thigh quickly. Beca handed her a pair of worn boots and she sighed. She would admit that she might want a new pair soon enough. They could afford it. She stuffed them on hastily and stopped her feet a few times to settle them just right. Her thumbs hooked into her belt and she strolled along the behind Beca with an easy rolling gait. Beca stopped them at the rough cut stairs carved right into the cavern wall and pulled her close.

“We get across the border and I’m gonna get you everything you ever wanted Chloe. I promise I won’t make you regret choosing me.” That had never even been a thought in her head really. She had chosen Beca and never once looked back on what could have been. Chloe smiled gently at her mate and curled a lock of dark hair around her finger, giving it a playful tug.

“I never have and never will regret walking out of that church. Cutter was a good man, rich even but he wasn’t my heart and soul. You’re everything Bec, dirt poor or filthy rich you’re everything to me.” She loved the way Beca’s usually reserved smirk faded into a real grin at her words. The warmth between them doing a lot to ease the doubts they both felt about getting the hell out the territory. Chloe gave Beca a gentle nudge and started them down the stairs that lead to a larger open cave that branched out into several smaller side caves like one they had made a room in. “Besides, you promised me excitement and baby there is never a dull moment with you.”

They ducked down a long corridor lit by a few hanging lamps that flickered as they passed. Beca gave her hand a squeeze as they stepped into the main hall. Aubrey was already at a table cleaning her rifle with military proficiency, her tools and weapons all laid out just so as she worked. Beca slid into a chair keeping her back to the wall and Chloe dropped into the seat directly across from the blonde. “Morning sleepyheads. About time you got down here.” Chloe gave her amused grin and sagged back into her chair, casually hooking an arm over the back.

“We might have been up before dawn if we could get any sleep.”

“Sinners.” Aubrey gave them both a snide glance and set her Remington .22 to the side and picked up a pearl handled revolver, giving the loose cylinder a good spin, her lip curling slightly at something she didn’t like about the action.

“Oh most definitely but I was talking about you and Stacie keening like wildcats in heat.” A bright red flush crept up Aubrey’s neck and face and Chloe’s grin widened. “I didn’t know you still sang by the way. Stacie must really be something special.” Beca ducked her head and bit her lip to avoid laughing at Aubrey’s utter mortification. The second Beca let out even a hint of a giggle they would both be dead where they sat and they both knew it. Aubrey’s tolerance only went so far and that was changeable on any given day. The blonde opened mouth but shut it just as quickly, her head ducking so that a sheet of straight golden hair covered her face.

“Who sings?” Stacie deposited four tin mugs on the table and sniffed at the hot bitter coffee with a grunt. “Jesus, I swear I’m chewing on last week’s grounds.” They all looked at her and Stacie blinked back at them. “What?”

Beca cleared her throat as she reached for a mug and raised it up in thanks. “We were just talking about getting an early start today. You wanna fill us in on this plan of yours?” Chloe watched as Aubrey gave Beca a small shoulder bump of thanks and kept cleaning her guns. It made her heart tug with the sweetness of it. Stacie dropped into a chair next to Chloe and sipped at her coffee. A few other people shuffled into the room going about their business. The more people that came in the straighter Aubrey drew her back up until every movement and every breath was intensely aware of their surroundings.

Stacie watched the transformation letting her usually easy smile fade into a pensive frown. Chloe raised her brows wondering if maybe she wasn’t the only person that mourned the change in Aubrey around other people. The tall brunette shook off whatever she was thinking and leaned forward so they could keep some semblance of privacy. “You all know as well as I do that there is no way we’re moving that much gold in carts across the border. A load like that and we’ll be easy targets. A whole team of 4 to 6 horses will get there faster for sure but the weight on the cart going that fast on that kind of terrain is asking for a broken axle or two.”

Beca gave a slow nod having come to that conclusion herself and Stacie took a breath and went on. “I say we take a train. Safer from most bandits.” Themselves not included. Aubrey snorted softly at that and loaded her revolver, sliding the cylinder home with a final sounding click. It definitely wouldn’t stop the four of them from taking over the train.

“That won’t stop them from putting up a blockade when then realize what we done.” Aubrey was right even though she didn’t want to admit it out loud. The train would be the best way to move the gold but it was problematic in its own way. “Telegraph is even faster than the train, love.”

Stacie sighed and gave a nod. “I thought of that. But I think I have a half assed plan that might actually work if we can get the Swanson Boys to lend a hand.” Chloe groaned and sat back in her chair again. Of all the people in the world to need help from, the Swanson Boys were the worst. She hated every last stinking one of them, most especially Jesse.

“When you said you needed help I thought you meant from our girls. Not…them.” It was petulant and she knew it. They all did but they all cut her slack, Aubrey giving her a quietly understanding slight smile. No one at the table liked the idea of inviting the Swansons along and that was at least something.

Beca stayed quiet and brooding and Chloe wondered if she was just trying to process that. “We do need the girls. There’s no help for it. We need a team to do some distractin’ and we need a team to clear the train. I’d rather my own team doing the train work. We already know how we work together, done this before a dozen times at least. But we still need someone to keep that Sheriff off our asses while we do it. Katherine says she caught sight of a riding party a few miles out circling the ridge when she sent Emmy to town for some supplies.”

“That’s getting too close for comfort. If they see Emily coming back with the wagon they’ll follow her right to the Caverns.” Beca put her mug down and glanced at Aubrey who considered a moment before nodding.

“I can pick them off but if the horses bolt, and they will, they’ll carry the bodies back to town and if the Sheriff knew where they were searching then they’ll know where to start looking. Could kill the horses but that’s a waste of a good animal. And harder to clear and hide.”

Chloe grunted and shook her head. “Let’s try not to hurt the innocent.” The horses weren’t the problem. The posse party could get pretty close without ever discovering the entry to the Caverns, that was what made them such a good hiding place for people in their line of work. The Caverns were a semi-permanent installation because a person could search for years and never find just the right set of caves. But she didn’t want to test that theory with so much riding on them staying hidden for a while. “Maybe we can lead them away from this side?”

Stacie gave a nod and gestured to herself and Aubrey. “We can do that easy if they get too close. But they won’t even see Emmy coming. That’s the other part of my idea. I wanna show you guys something but I think it’d be best if we went our own ways and met up in a bit. At our spot.”

Beca and Chloe met each other’s gaze before giving a slight nod to Stacie. She was being intentionally vague in case anyone had overheard them. There were only four people in the world that knew what ‘our spot’ meant. It was the spot their lives changed forever. Their crew had gone their separate ways after things had gotten a little too hot a few years back, but the four of them had stayed together, choosing to work towards something bigger. They made a vow to each other, where one goes they all go. This was the life they had chosen together and in a way it bound them closer than anything else ever could. It made that location special and unforgettable to all of them.

Chloe nodded and knocked idly on the table top before standing and jerking her head toward the cook station. “I’m gonna go get something for us to eat. Sounds like we’re in for a bit of a hike. Bree?”

Aubrey slid her guns into their holsters at her hips and pulled her Stetson low over her eyes. “I think I’m gonna climb the tower and see if I can spot those riders. She nodded agreement and let her gaze drift to Stacie.

“What about you?”

Stacie leaned back in the stair and stretched all of her long frame out looking more like a large cat than a person for a second. “I gotta check my stock and take inventory. If Cox thought the jail was bad he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” That left Beca. Chloe was loathe to let her out of her sight for too long. She wasn’t normally this clingy but despite what she said to Beca earlier, getting caught was a little too much. Beca had only been in jail all of three days but it had been the longest three days of her life. Her mate seemed to understand Chloe’s silent question and raised her head.

“I’ll help you get some grub together.” Beca stood and took a few steps toward Chloe before turning to face Stacie. “If you say you need them then I trust you. Just…keep him away from me. Or til death do us part might be sooner than we planned.” She turned and took Chloe’s hand, leading her through a few tables and chairs and as far from the idea of Jesse Swanson as she could get them. Chloe understood and didn’t push it, they’d cross that bridge when they came to it. If worse came to worse…well…Chloe always suspected that Beca would make a beautiful widow.

#wild west au #pitch perfect #bechloe #staubrey #wlw #chloe beale #beca mitchell #stacie conrad #aubrey posen #i blame gay hands

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ciarawritesmarvel · 6 years

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First Year [Teacher!AU] - One

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, fluff, vague sexual references but I mean very vague

A/N: Here’s the first chapter! Full of fluff and perhaps not much substance but hang in there, I just wanted to reintroduce the relationship and the characters. I toyed with making the rest of the Avengers teachers but eventually decided to go down a slightly different route and make them students instead. Please let me know what you think of this, I beg of you! <3

FIRST YEAR MASTERLIST // MASTERLIST

September

“Are you sure about this, Buck?” you asked, taking another spoonful of cereal but just holding it on the spoon, too deep in thought to actually eat it, “I mean, there must be some rule about teachers not dating each other?”

“I’ve spent two months trawling through codes of conduct and I promise you, there isn’t one. We’re not doing anything wrong,” he smiled at you, so genuine it made your heart hurt but still, you couldn’t help but worry.

“But what if-” he cut you off by leaning over the table and grabbing your hand, lifting the spoon to your lips and making you eat the cereal.

“Shut up and eat your food, Miss Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes at him but still did as you were told, knowing that he was right and that you didn’t have anything to stress about. He really had looked all over for any possible rules you two were breaking but there didn’t seem to be any. Once you’d finished your mouthful, you smirked at him.

“Save that little nickname for school-” you insisted, then placed two hands on the table and leaned over it so that you could whisper in his ear, “-and the bedroom.”

You sat back down and continued eating as if nothing had just happened, but you could feel his gaze locked on to you and see his slightly open mouth out of the corner of your eye. You fought back your laugh.

“How could you do that to me on the day we go back? How am I supposed to cope with having to call you that all year?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” you smiled, getting up to put your bowl in the dishwasher but you kissed his cheek on the way past, “Mr Barnes.”

You could have sworn you heard him groan.

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“What have you got first, anyway?” you asked Bucky as you walked side by side through the hallways towards your shared office. Well, he was walking and you were practically waddling. You were pretty envious of the fact that he seemed to be able to fit all his neatly organised folders in one single briefcase and you still had this bloody box full of loose paper and lesson plans. He’d offered to organise things for you over the summer and had just offered to carry the box but there was no way you’d let him do any of that; it would have been like admitting defeat.

“Russian with the new Year 10s. I think there’s 8 of them?”

“That’s an amazing turn out!” you exclaimed happily. Teaching Russian at the school had always been a dream of Bucky’s as he’d told you four years ago but he’d only made that dream a reality this year. He had to convince at least 5 students to choose it for the school to let him teach it and he’d finally managed it, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, doll,” he smiled, eyes sparkling and it still made you weak at the knees every time, however annoying that might have been. You grinned back, desperate to stop walking and kiss him, just quickly, just to remind yourself that you could. But you couldn’t, not when there were so many kids passing you with cheerful smiles and hellos that you’re all too happy to return. Later, you remind yourself, you’ll be able to kiss him as much as you want.

He certainly wouldn’t complain.

“Morning Mr Barnes!” Steve Rogers walked past, flashing a hearty smile at his favourite teacher and completely ignoring your presence. You pressed your lips together to hide your amusement.

“Welcome back, Steve! I’ll see you in Russian?” Bucky asked him and he nodded before hurrying off and you turned your head to watch him scurry away.

“That boy dotes on you,” you shook your head, a light chuckle escaping your lips and you were sure Bucky puffed up his chest just slightly.

“And rightly so.”

You rounded the corner to your office just as you were laughing at him and he opened the door and gestured for you to go first.

“Always the gentleman, aren’t you?” you teased, but you joined his antics nonetheless with an awkward curtsy that made him snort before you walked into the office and dropped the box down on your desk with a thump.

“I like to think so,” he winked at you and your heart rate sped up of its own accord. Things like that were only supposed to happen when you had a crush on someone, you reasoned with yourself, not when you’d been in a relationship for a couple months.

Bucky was surpassing expectations.

You’d had one of the best summer holidays of your life with him, holidays as a teacher and student included. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything crazy or gone anywhere special. Just days of lying on your backs in his garden, looking up at the sky, wanting to make shapes out of clouds that weren’t there. Days of staying in and watching TV despite the wonderful weather outside. Days of walks along the nearby canal, Bucky picking you up and pretending to throw you in. That day when he did throw you in, by accident of course.

On second thought, perhaps that wasn’t the best moment.

And yet still, each grin made your heart flutter, each wink turned your legs to jelly, each kiss just made you melt. And from the look he was giving you now, that look that you’d caught him with too many times to count, you couldn’t help but hope it was the same for him.

“Earth to Y/N?” he waved his hand in front of your face and you blinked out of your daydream, seeing him sitting on your desk in front of you, “Whatcha thinkin’ bout?”

“Summer,” you bit your lip, feeling a little niggle of frustration at the back of your mind at how nervous you still got around your colleague, “And how perfect it was.”

“It was pretty perfect, wasn’t it?” he agreed, reaching out for your hips and pulling you to stand between his legs, your hands instinctively falling to his thighs for balance.

“Bucky…” you warned, using your leverage on his thighs to push yourself from his grasp, but he held firm. You turned and checked nobody was watching you through the glass door, but just because there wasn’t now, didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any second, “Not here.”

“Come on, no one’s around. One kiss?”

“No!”

“Just one tiny kiss?”

“Get your hands off me, Mr Barnes,” you laughed, swatting away his hands on your waist and he finally obliged, though he looked like a sad puppy with those eyes that often made you cave in. Not this time.

“I never asked you, what do you have first?” he changed the subject deftly as he hopped down from your desk and rounded it to sit down at his own.

“Spanish with the Year 7s, bless them, they’re always so scared on their first-” you didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence as the bell signalled the beginning. A new day, a new term, a new year.

“If anyone can put them at ease, it’s you,” he assured you and you could feel the heat creeping up the back of your neck, “Knock em dead, doll.”

“I think that’s the opposite of what I’m trying to do, idiot.”

“Oh, cállate,” he muttered, shooing you out of the office and you grinned at him, picking up your box making your way out of the office and towards your first class, which was only a couple of classrooms down the hallway.

Once inside the room, you carefully placed the box down underneath the desk and got out everything you’d need for the lesson, arranging it in almost-neat lines on the desk. Grabbing a pen and uncapping it with your teeth, you wrote your name in large print in the middle of the whiteboard, glancing at the door and smiling at the line of tiny students that was slowly growing outside.

As soon as you were sure everything was as ready as it possibly could be, you walked over to the door and opened it with a flourish, a genuine smile painting your entire face as you glanced over the kids.

“Hello everyone, come on in, sit where you like guys,” you chimed, standing with your back against the door as they filed in, keeping the smile plastered to your face. You saw mostly scared expressions, but the few shy smiles you received in return for yours made it all worthwhile. As you were about to close the door, you saw Bucky in the classroom across from yours, closing his own door and your eyes met across the corridor.

Bucky mouthed ‘buena suerte’ at you with a smirk and you mouthed ‘удачи’ back. His eyebrows shot up at your unexpected knowledge of Russian. You didn’t speak the language, but you loved it when he did and had secretly learned just a few phrases that you thought might come in useful. With a wink, you closed the door and turned to your class.

“Okay, hola everyone! I promise there’s no need to look so nervous, soy muy simpatica!” you smiled warmly but were met with a sea of confused faces, “Anyone know what that means?”

Silence. Hands stayed firmly by their sides.

“It means ‘I’m a witch!’” you joked and finally saw a few stifled giggles. You’d never get away with such humour with your Year 11s but these were Year 7s and you could get away with a bit of plain old silliness, “I’m kidding, it means ‘I am very nice’ but we’ll get to that later. Today, we have a bit of admin to do and some names to learn!”

You rubbed your hands together before starting to get the exercise books out of the drawer and plonked them down on your desk. As you were getting therm out, you could hear the first murmurs of chatter spreading throughout the room and smirked. At least the terrified silence stage was over.

“Whilst I could get one of you to hand these out for me,” you began, leaning on the books with one hand holding your chin up in a well-rehearsed and perhaps even perfected act, “I think it would be far more fun if I threw these at you, don’t you?”

A few more stifled giggles this time and you grinned at them, picking up a wad of books with one arm and using the other to start flinging the books at the students. Well, not really at the students, just at the desks and at an extremely controlled pace in a practiced pattern. It wasn’t as if you really were a witch, after all.

This time, the class was properly laughing, a few kids nudging others and the ones you could already tell were quieter just simply smiled to themselves. You silently congratulated yourself on easing the minds of these children, despite the fact that you’d done it so many times before: each class was a challenge in its own right.

“Who wants to play a game?”

This time, all hands in the room were up instantaneously. You’d be winning this lot over in no time.

***

When the lunch bell rang out and you dismissed your fourth class of the day, you sank into your chair with a loud sigh. Mondays this year were definitely going to be a struggle. With classes every single period until lunchtime, you had your work cut out for you staying energised and upbeat. You managed it, of course, but it was hard. All you wanted was some bloody food.

That was, if you could find the energy to stand up.

Just as you were thinking it, your phone beeped in your pocket and you cursed, thanking whatever god might be listening for not letting it ring during your classes. Without the need to unlock it, you saw Bucky’s text on your lockscreen.

Want me to bring you fish and chips? I’m front of the queue ;)

Briefly considering the fact that your boyfriend might actually be a mind reader, you quickly typed out your reply, putting your head down on the desk immediately afterwards to get just a few minutes of rest before he arrived.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

All too soon there was a soft knock at the door and you smiled in spite of yourself.

“It’s me,” came the harsh whisper and you groaned as you lifted your head from the desk, stretching out your neck as you saw his face peering in through the glass in the door and beckoned him in, “Sleeping, are we?”

“Sneaking food out of the canteen, are we?”

“Touché.”

He pulled a chair up to your desk, even though it was far too small for him and sat down, chest pressed against the back of the chair and legs poking out of either side. You bit your cheek to prevent the bubble of laughter from escaping at his positioning but forgot all about that when he presented you with fresh fish and chips in a paper bag. You took it eagerly and began eating before he had time to blink.

“Tha-” you swallowed your bite and made to take another, “Thank you.”

“No worries,” the hint of amusement in his tone went unnoticed by you as you continued eating, as did his random glances in your direction, fondness laced within his gaze. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of staring at you, even with the funny feeling it stirred in his stomach.

You spent the remainder of the lunchtime telling each other stories from your surprisingly eventful day so far, laughing when he told you about the amount of holiday homework Steve had done for him and you explained that he hadn’t even done yours. Shaking your heads in sync at Clint Barton’s blatant refusal to listen to instructions and marvelling at Tony Stark’s new invention to help him do his homework that he had been far too open about.

“-seriously, I swear I have never seen someone leave a class as fast as that Maximoff!”

“I know! It’s as if he-”

You were interrupted by a knock on the door, though it wasn’t nearly as soft and inviting as Bucky’s had been forty-five minutes earlier. Nevertheless, with a quick glance at each other, you called for them to come in, smiling when you saw that it was just Miss Hill.

“Maria, how can we help?” you asked, brushing the salt from your hands.

“I wondered if it was your car blocking mine in the car park? I’m taking some kids to this stupid maths challenge thing this afternoon so I need to get out.”

“Oh no, it’s not mine sorry,” you said quickly and you saw the confused blink at your rapid answer.

“But it looks exactly like yours?”

“It can’t be hers, I’m afraid, Miss Hill, I drove her in today,” Bucky spoke up, smiling over at you but you just looked panicked. Maria’s demeanor changed instantly and she suddenly lost her look of hurry and had all the time in the world. A smirk made its way onto her features.

“Oh, you did, did you, Mr Barnes?” her tone was dripping in intrigue and you felt the blush on your cheeks before they saw it, “And why was that?”

She was directing her question at you. She’d known about your crush on him for almost as long as you’d had it, so it was only natural for her to be asking questions now, you supposed, however awkward it made you feel. Before you knew it, you had opened your mouth and were speaking.

“My car broke down,” you blurted out and Bucky raised one eyebrow at you, “It happened yesterday so I called old Mr Barnes here and he helped me out. I owe him one really.”

Your voice was so shaky you wanted to scream and you wondered when exactly you’d become such a terrible liar. Bucky was giving a look that bordered on offended but was mostly just amusement. Maria, on the other hand, was radiating pure smugness.

“Right…” she drew out the word for far too long and you stood up from the desk before she could say anything else.

“If that’s all, I better go prepare for this afternoon, I’ll see you both later!” you smiled, or at least hoped you did, though you were pretty sure it probably looked more like a grimace. You hurried out of the room before they could question you any further and rushed to the office, closing the door behind you and leaning against it, letting out a puff of air.

Only seconds later, you were propelled forwards and had to fight to keep your balance as Bucky opened the door. One hand on your chest to steady yourself, you turned to him with a glare.

“What the hell was that?”

‘What?” you tried, scratching the back of your head and pretending not to see the look Bucky was giving you. But it seemed he wasn’t going to give up, “Honestly? I don’t know! I just panicked, Buck, I’m sorry, please don’t think that it’s anything to do with you, it isn’t, it’s hardly that I’m embarrassed of you, I mean look at you but I just-”

“Y/N-”

“I don’t think I want to tell people yet!” you exclaimed, far too loudly for the situation at hand and you watched Bucky blinked a few times. Inwardly, you were screaming at yourself, knowing that he could take that the wrong way, that he could think you weren’t really in this. Outwardly, you were stiff and still.

“Y/N,” he began, and his eyes were serious even though they were hardly ever serious with you, “We don’t have to tell anyone yet. I’m not sure I’m ready to face Nick’s teasing anyway.”

His last sentence was said with a cheeky grin but your hands were wrapped tightly within his and you knew then that he understood. This was still new and still fresh and still yours. You wanted it to stay yours for just a little longer.

The bell put a stop to whatever you wanted to say next and you smiled apologetically as you squeezed his hands once.

“I’ve got Year 11s now, but I’ll see you later?”

“Seeing as I’m your ride home, I’m sure you will,” he mocked and you rolled your eyes, which seemed to be becoming a habit.

“Мудак,” you muttered, leaning forward to kiss his forehead quickly, once you’d checked over his shoulder for anyone outside. He gaped at you yet again.

“I swear, I have never heard anything as hot as you speaking Russian,” he murmured and you copied his signature eyebrow waggle as you walked away, only letting your hands drop from his once you were out of the door.

You could hardly wipe the grin from your face as you walked into your class of Year 11s, all sat in their seats and awaiting you eagerly. You’d been taking this class for French for three years and knew them almost as well as if they were your own.

“Missss!!” they chimed as you walked in and you chuckled fondly, grinning at them all.

“It’s so good to see you all, how are you doing? How were your summers?”

“Oh my god!”

“You were so right, Nat, I owe you, it’s written all over her face!”

“Steve said it too, wow, just look at that grin!”

“What are you all harping on about?” you asked, hands on your hips in a faux warning, but the class just dissolved into giggles, a certain Barton practically snorting in the corner as Romanoff tried to calm him down, “Guys!”

“We all know you and Mr Barnes are together, Miss,” Wanda spoke up, despite the fact that Vision was trying to cover her mouth and stop her. Your eyes widened briefly but then you managed to control your expression.

“Whaaaat…”

“You can’t fool us, Miss!” Thor shouted.

“Nat saw you guys in your office!”

“Shut up, Peter!” Nat hissed but you were already on your way over to her.

“Is this true Natasha?” you asked, ignoring her scoff at your use of her full name, “You shouldn’t be spying on people. And anyway, I checked and nobody was there!”

You were whining by the time you finished speaking and Nat stood up and placed both her hands on your shoulders.

“Miss, if I don’t want you to know I’m there, you won’t,” Nat admitted and you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “Why wouldn’t you tell us anyway? We’ve been shipping you two since you first started!”

“I know, I know, but...I just don’t want the teachers to know yet okay. Can you all promise me not to tell them?”

“Only if you spend the first five minutes of this lesson telling us everything!”

You looked at the sea of expectant faces and sighed yet again, walking over to sit down at your desk. You held your head up with both hands under your chin.

“Five minutes, no more.”

They were crowded around you in an instant and you smiled at their barrage of questions. As their teacher, there were very few you could answer and as a rather proud woman, there were very few that you wanted to.

But having some of the best kids you’d ever taught be almost as excited as you were about you and Mr Barnes? It felt pretty damn good.

***

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ninjagoruinedmylife · 6 years

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Ninjago fantasy au: Prologue

Okay so uh i made?? Another au?? Bc i had an idea and then people on discord seemed to like it?? And i wrote a prologue?? And i hope you'll enjoy this?? (So basically in this au, Garmadons are royality and all em are nobilities, and there will be bruise and amberphoenix and pixane and one crack ship and very much angst and suffering) *** It was a strange feeling - having a father like this. He appeared to be ageless. Nobody remembered his name, so people called him The Old King. His powers frightened all: aristocrats, merchants, knights, craftmans, simple villagers... He could create, he could destroy, he could use all imaginable elements. But after all, he was the greatest and merciful ruler that Ninjago ever had. He fought off all the dangers that could possibly damage the kingdom. He took over the throne and wrote justice laws for everyone. After years of tyrany from hands of serpentines or noble families, there came peace. Everyone could feel safe, even if this feeling lasted only a moment. Wu noticed the change in state of his father before anyone could. While his brother Garmadon was learning all the things that next king should know under the eyes of two loyal noblemans, Chen and Clouse, younger prince had a lot of time to observe things. He knew everything that was going on in palace, from simple maids getting sick to planned marriages of the young aristocrats. He also carefully watched his father: The Old King, who only a few months ago started looking old. It happened after the battle with Overlord. His father was able to seal the soul of darkness in the Caves of Despair, but before that, his enemy shot something into his heart. Wu and Garmadon arrived when the monarch already passed out, so they quickly transported him to the nearest castle, which happened to be the one under the protection of Smith family, Wu's friends. Their medics did everything that they could to save The Old King, and after about five days, he finally opened his eyes. His older son already left; he came back to the capital city and took the role of ruler upon himself for a while. Wu was sitting next to the comfortable bed on which his father was laying. He was writing something down in his notebook, when he heard a weak voice. "Curse..." The Old King whispered and opened his eyes. "Your oldest son shall be cursed! I have to... I have..." "Father, please, calm down." Wu was already standing by his side and tried to keep a nervous male in his bed. "Do you want water? Food?" "No, we have... We have to warn Garmadon... He is in danger... Big danger... Curse..." The Old King mumbled, just like if he lost his mind. There was a craziness in his eyes, and he gave his son a kind of look that he will never forget. His ageless, powerful father was scared. After they returned to Ninjago City, everything appeared to be the same. Nobody seemed to notice that king wasn't there for few days, or even that he looked way more sick and old than before. Only Wu did. He shared his thoughts with the only person that would listen to him now, Misako. "Father's state is getting worse everyday." He told her once, when they were on a walk in palace garden. She looked at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes, and for a moment he forgot about the whole world. "Really? Then why nobody is talking about this?" She asked and then frowned. "Those kind of informations usually go around the castle pretty quick." "Because he doesn't want to admit it!" Wu sighed deeply. "He acts like if everything is okay. He doesn't want to worry me, or Garm, or anyone..." His fiance grabed his hand tightly and stopped for a moment. "The Old King is very wise. He knows what he's doing." Misako assured him with a bright smile. "I think you should stop thinking about it all the time. Your brain will explode if you'll care about small things like that all the time." But he couldn't stop caring, no matter how much he wanted. And with a time, Misako had to admit he was right. The Old King started drowing in his madness. He stopped showing mercy to criminals, his decisions were immature and not understood by aristocrats, he yelled at anyone who got in his way... He even broke Wu and Misako's engagement and ordered Garmadon to take her as his wife, which tore apart his own family even more. If it wasn't neccesary, he didn't wanted to speak with anyone, he didn't wanted to hear anyone, he didn't wanted to see anyone. He caused all those unreasonable, bad things in the country until the day when he couldn't get out of bed. He called his two sons and started talking with his normal voice for the first time during those long, scary months. "There are many things that you still don't know. You have so much to learn. Your paths are still undefined. Sadly, I won't be there to help you anymore..." He started coughing, and brothers shared a worried look. "But I have to tell you one thing. It's hard to believe, but... In his last moments, Overlord cursed us." "In what way?" Garmadon interrupted him. His hair was messy and he had deep bags under his eyes. Wu was afraid that he didn't get enough rest for a long time. "He... He sent this sickness on me..." Their father had to take a long pause to breathe properly again. "And also... My dear son, Garmadon, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you from this fate..." "From what fate?" Garmadon seemed frightened. "What fate, father?" "He said... That my oldest son will be his next body... And that one day, his own son will get so powerful that he might be able to kill him... And the same thing will happen to every single oldest man in our family..." After his death, everything changed. Garmadon and Misako had a beautiful wedding a few months later. He became a king, she became his queen. Wu knew he wasn't able of changing anything, but he just couldn't stop imagining himself in place of his brother. With no crowns on his and his bride's heads, but with happiness and love in their hearts. From that day, Misako didn't looked him in the face even once. Garmadon was a good king - not great, but good. To be honest, after the madness of his father, everyone were afraid that he would act like him, but he turned out to be a way better monarch than they thought. For a short period of time, he brought back the state of balance to the country. For about five years, all seemed to be fine. Then, war with Hands of Time started. It happened because of two noblemans from the same, powerful family - Time Lords Krux and Acronix - who were not particurally fond of Garmadon being the ruler of Ninjago. He took some land from them and gave it to the poorest, he stopped listening to them in terms of politics... With a help of few aristocrats who also viewed world in the same way, they wanted to take over the kingdom. War wasn't long, but for sure cruel. Many of the bravest warriors died in it - including wise Ice Lord Cato, graceful Water Lady Maya, strong Fire Lord Ray... And many, many others. Wu fought next to them, he saw them getting deadly wounds, he heard them screaming for help, he saw their bodies being dragged away by their enemies. And most of the times, he couldn't rescue them. Meanwhile, about half way through the bloody conflict, Garmadon and Misako's son was born. Wu met him when he was already three years old: a joyful, adorable boy with curled blonde hair and sparkling, green eyes. His parents gave him everything he wanted and spent as much time as they could with him. After this long suffering, he was kingdom's happiness. Everyone were talking about young prince who was a hope for the good future. Nobody knew about the curse. Even Garmadon seemed to forget. But this state didn't lasted long.

#my first time writing wu lmao #i hope i captured him good #and also this au is still in progress but.... i wanted to post this thanks #ninjago #ninjago fantasy au #ninjago au #ninjago fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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eamesandbellamyaremyheaven · 6 years

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Bloodreina - The New Avenger Chapter One (The 100/Marvel)

Prologue

Summary: The 100 AU in the Marvel Universe What if Octavia and Bellamy joined the Avengers after escaping HYDRA's Ark Project? Set after the Battle of New York.

Pairings: All platonic for now: Steve x Octavia, Avengers x Octavia, Bellamy x Octavia, Bellamy x Raven, Octavia x Raven. More to be added later on.

Word Count: 2191

Warnings: Bad writing maybe? (sorry about that)

A/N: Not sure what to say about this one. I’m not sure anyone actually read the prologue, so… that’s discouraging… Anyways, all I wanted was a fiction of the most badass character in the Marvel Universe, so I wrote one. Hopefully someday someone will want it too, and will read mine :)

Chapter One - Welcome to the Avengers

As they approached the common room, Octavia could hear the commotion growing louder by every step, and she was taken back by the most heartwarming sight she had no reaction for.

Bellamy was having the most delightful conversation with the usually over-excited Thor, who seemed to be enjoying it a lot, since he cracked in a loud laugh as he squeezed lightly Bell’s shoulder and both gulped down another beer, bringing down the empty cup to join the previous. And while Bellamy was getting hammered - fast - Raven was having some sort of discussion with Tony and Bruce over Jarvis, and as she quickly worked the program both of them were obviously impressed. She was, after all, a genius, both muscle and brains.

“There you are! We were all wondering were you two have been hiding!” Natasha said as she walked towards Octavia and Steve, displaying her signature cheeky smirk, squeezing the young girl’s hand in hers as she dragged her away from Steve and closer to the crowd “Pepper asked for a family portrait” she emphasized the later words “with all the Avengers”

Octavia simply smiled, and nodded.

The Battle of New York had changed a lot of things, one of them being the status of the new comers within the team. While Bellamy was following Hill’s footsteps as a top commander in SHIELD, and Raven was working as an operative agent, Octavia was stuck with hours on end of training with Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America, and as if it wasn’t enough, she still had to share her sparse free time with Clint and Nat, to work on planing missions and strategics, and when Tony was in D.C. he made sure she was available 24/7 to his every whims.

It wasn’t bad at all though, since they took her in, and she was warming up to them. Steve was a gentleman, and for that Octavia enjoyed very much embarrassing him to the point he would change into the colour of a tomato. Clint was always funny to have around too, and even though he and Natasha were like twins joined by the hip, he made sure to always include Octavia in their conversations and stories, and after a while it was like she had known them all her life.

Tony Stark, on the other end, was a complete mess. All that narcissistic and shallow attitude was just a mask for his daddy issues, which made Octavia having a hard time deciding in between hugging him or punching him on the mouth. With Tony, there was no middle ground.

But when Loki came with the Chitauri army, the dysfunctional team had united against the enemy and fought side by side, and that was the only way they managed to defeat it, together.

“Just a little closer” Maria demanded, with the camera on hand. Thor, Bruce, Tony and Steve stood straight behind the couch, while Natasha, Octavia, Raven and Bellamy were sat in it, and Clint was stretched on the floor on his side, right in front of them. It was a silly picture, with a few confused and surprised expressions in it, but overall it was genuinely cute. Octavia made sure to not forget to ask a copy for herself.

Two Years Later

The team gathered at the head of the Quinjet, waiting for debriefing. Octavia stood by Steve’s side, silently listening to STRIKE’s team leader Brock Rumlow “The target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago”

“Any demands?” Steve asked, to which Rumlow replied “A billion and a half”

Steve looked at Octavia, as both were thinking the same “Why so steep?”

“Cause it SHIELD's” Octavia promptly replied, and Steve simply nodded. He was obviously annoyed, as he spoke with sour voice

“So it's not off-course, it's trespassing.”

“I'm sure they have a good reason.” Natasha joked, but Steve was not in the mood “You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor”

“Relax, it's not that complicated” Octavia defended, trying to calm him down. She knew how much he hated those type of missions, he had told her once how they made him feel like a puppet.

Steve sighed before proceeding, his Captain America tone back “How many pirates?”

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy” Brock pulled a photo of a man on the monitor “Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties.”

“Hostages?”

“Uh...mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” A photo of a bald man in glasses flashed in the monitor “They're in the galley.”

Nothing about it made sense. “What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship?” Octavia muttered as she looked up, feeling Steve’s eyes on her. He must have thought the same, but since the team was waiting for assignments, he shook his head and continued

“Alright, Octavia, we’re gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get 'em out. Let's move.”

“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” Rumlow commanded, and everyone dispersed, getting ready to dive off the jet. Octavia was checking her equipment when Natasha’s voice called her out of her concentration “Did you two do anything fun Saturday night?”

“If by fun, you mean if I third-wheeled Bell and Raven’s movie night, then yes” Octavia replied, turning around to watch Steve as he answered, his lips curled into a shy smile

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so... No, not really.”

Natasha sighed “You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'd probably say yes.”

“That's why I don't ask.” Steve replied, as he walked towards Octavia. They were now standing at the entrance of the hatch, facing each other, and the young girl couldn’t help but grin as she asked a final question “Too shy or too scared?”

“Too busy!” Steve replied, as he ran the last steps remaining and then leaped out of the Quinjet.

Octavia cracked a laugh as she adjusted her gloves and pulled up the gun with the hooked steel rope, jumping a few seconds after him.

***

The landing was getting smoother with practice. As Octavia was getting closer to the target, she shot the hook towards the outside wall of the ship, and as her body came closer to hit against the metal she pulled her legs up, softening the impact with her soundproof stealth boots. She climbed up towards the deck, arriving just as a pirate held his gun towards Steve. Octavia quickly pulled out one of her knives and threw it towards the man, instantly killing him.

“Thanks”

“Yeah, you seemed pretty helpless without me, Cap” Octavia joked, patting him on the shoulder. The STRIKE team was getting down, and as soon as Natasha arrived she continued the conversation Steve left on hold.

“What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice.”

Steve groaned, as he commanded her “Secure the engine room, then find me a date.”

“What? It’s called multitasking!”

***

Octavia knew her place on the team, and usually Fury assigned her missions no one else acknowledge, not even Steve or Natasha. And even though she didn’t like to hide anything to them, she knew better than to defy the bigger man. And right at that moment, her mission as to accompanied Natasha to the archives, and secure the room while she did her part. She heard Steve called both their names through the comm for the millionth time, and that was when she decided to finally unplug the earpiece, before she would cave to her emotions and ruin her mission.

“C’mon, he’s a big boy, he can handle the fort without us” Natasha spoke without adverting her eyes from the monitor, getting only an annoyed groan as reply. Octavia watched through a window the empty deck, when Natasha’s voice caught her attention once more.

“Are you okay with my attempts of getting Steve a date?”

Octavia looked at the red-haired girl. Natasha had stopped working on the computer and was smiling deviously, with an inquisitor arched brow. The young girl walked simply shrugged, and replied “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Natasha turned her head back to the screen, and continued her work, as she muttered “Oh, no reason, just thought you two might be onto something, and I didn’t want to ruin that”

Octavia expression dropped. She closed the distance with the agent, coming to an hold by her side. Her voice was low and nonchalant as she spoke “Steve and I are just friends”

“If you say so”

Before Octavia could say anything else, the door burst open, as the man identified as Batroc came falling with it. Steve walked inside, his eyes falling instantly from one girl to the other, lingering on Octavia, who stood there speechless, until Natasha spoke sarcastically “Well, this is awkward”

“What are you doing?”

“Backing up the hard drive. It's a good habit to get into.”

Steve walked quickly towards Octavia, face hard as he spoke in a tone the girl had never heard before “Rumlow needed your help. What the hell are you doing here?”

“My mission” she defended, but Steve seemed unfazed

“Our mission is to rescue hostages.”

Before Octavia could reply, Natasha pulled the flash drive out and turned to Steve “No. That's your mission. And you've done it beautifully.”

As Octavia was starting to walk away, Steve grabbed her by her arm, holding her steady in place, as he spoke low “You just jeopardized this whole operation.”

“I think that's overstating things.” Natasha replied, as Octavia jerked her arm free. Suddenly Batroc rose to his feet and threw a grenade towards them as he ran off, giving them a few seconds for Steve to deflect the bomb with his shield, as Octavia grabbed Natasha and jumped through a window followed by the super-soldier before the grenade exploded, leaving them panting against the wall, trying to steady their breaths.

“Okay. That one's on me.” Natasha tried to joke, but her shaking voice gave her away.

Steve hand brushed against Octavia’s arm, where a big gash tore from shoulder to elbow. The touch caught her by surprise, as she instinctively pulled her arm away from his reach, and focused on covering the cut. His face dropped as he stood up in a push, his voice filled with anger as he ran off after Batroc

“You're damn right.”

***

The mission was finished, and they got back to the headquarters. After a quick debrief with Fury, and a checkup in the infirmary, Octavia was sent home for the rest of the day.

When they decided to join SHIELD, Octavia, Bellamy and Raven were provided with an apartment, and as Bellamy and Raven relation evolved, Octavia had started to spend less and less time in the apartment, and more in the Triskelion, SHIELD’s headquarters. It’s not like she wasn’t happy for them, which she was, but being around the happy couple made her realize how much she wanted that. Unconditional love. Someone to call home.

“Hey O, can you pass me the salad?” Bellamy smiled, as she broke from her trance and handed him the bowl “What’s on your mind, kiddo?”

Octavia’s voice was low and she was looking down at her plate, afraid they might notice the red on her cheeks “Humm... Raven, do you know if that guy still wants to take me out in a date?” Raven and Bellamy had stopped eating, and were looking at her. Raven’s face lit and she smile cheekily, and Bellamy excused himself to answer his phone

“Who, Tom, from the STRIKE team?” She asked, teasing her

“Yes...” Octavia grumbled, already regretting having asked in the first place

Suddenly Bellamy interrupted them, his face had lost all colour has he spoke, looking directly at Octavia

“Fury’s been shot”

#octavia blake #steve rogers #steve x octavia #the 100 crossover #avengers au #avengers fanfiction #the 100 #marvel #avengers #bloodreina the new avenger #bloodreina #captain america #bellamy blake #raven reyes #octavia blake imagine #octavia blake fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #bloodreinaxavengers

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the-purple-hero · 6 years

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🔥 Dark Spyro AU Drabble 🔥

{🔥}—; It should have been an ordinary day in the Dragon Realms, but with what started with a bit of a bad feeling where something felt a little off to a certain purple dragon. It would escalate into something much worse that could change everything, Spyro had been called to go and see Nestor in the big castle of the Artisan home.

The dragon elder seemed, very nervous and told Spyro and Sparx that a very powerful dark presence had been located by the Magic Crafters near the traitorous Elder Red’s old laboratory where he’d fought against him and had destroyed the Dark Gems, or so he thought. For he was told that according to the still shrunken Red who was contained in a jar in the room, that he had hidden away a unique Dark Gem away from the lab in further isolated part of the underground caverns where it wouldn’t be found as he knew Spyro would be coming and he wanted that one Dark Gem to survive. “I thought I took care of all of ‘em? Huh, well I guess I’ll head over there and handle it.”

He glared at the little jar that contained his old enemy. “Looks like ya tried to pull a fast one didn’t ya? Well I’m gonna go an’ take care of it, so next time ya hide somethin’ make sure it’s not gonna be somethin’ easy t’find.” The young dragon looked down at him with a smug grin, but Red spoke up still in a tiny voice that he be surprised by what he’d find after the Dark Gem had been left undisturbed for so long like he was expecting something but Spyro just huffed and a wisp of smoke billowed up from his nostrils. “Gee, am I seriously supposed t’be scared of anythin’ ya say? I mean can ya hear yourself talkin’? Not like you were that much of a challenge before anyway short stuff.”

With that he headed out to take the balloon over to the Volcanic Isle, climbing into the hot air balloon’s basket he was soon in the air. Spyro took in the sights from the balloon, Sparx flew up to his friend with a buzz.

“Hey Spyro, did you notice how nervous Nestor looked when he started talking about the Dark Gem? I’m pretty sure something’s wrong, cause those things weren’t that big of a deal back when we took care of them before.” The glowing dragonfly said, trying to state facts that Spyro seemed to not have taken notice of when he was given this task. His companion only wanting to advise he be careful going into this.

After a long trip, the duo arrived at Volcanic Isle but almost immediately they were approached by Hunter, who had come to try and lend him a hand as he overheard talk of this. “Hey Spyro! I heard you were going back into the caverns underneath this place to take care of the last Dark Gem, that you missed.” He said, putting emphasis on ‘missed’ like he was trying to take a playful jab at him.

“Real funny Hunter, but thanks for comin’. We better get a move on an’ maybe after this you an’ I can hang out and maybe have a couple rounds skateboardin’!” He playfully nudged him and led his friend over to the shaft that would take them down to the caverns.

Upon taking the lift and entering the familiar caverns the type of atmosphere down there was different. With the power of darkness spreading with puddles of dark substance and energy all around it gave off a dark and dismal feel to the place it didn’t have before. Spyro was well aware that the Dark Gems were capable of corrupting the environment around it, but the extent of it here baffled him to say the least. As it turned out, something really was wrong, so with Sparx’s guidance Spyro made sure nothing would jump out and attack since he knew Hunter was with them and he wasn’t going to let him get in trouble.

By the time they reached the Dark Gem itself it had seemingly ingrained itself into the ground it rested on, glowing and had covered the entire cavern surrounding it in black energy with the weight of it’s power spreading across the area and increasingly became heavier on the trio.

Spyro wasn’t going to drag this out any longer than he needed to so he trotted over to the Dark Gem with the intent to smash it into bits as he’d done with all the others he’d encountered before this. Approaching it though, it almost seemed like it tried to defend itself even if it wasn’t sentient.

For when he got closer then in unleashed a blast of dark energy towards Hunter and Sparx, almost as if deliberately a dark spell came from it as it unleashed a beam of darkness that rippled through the caves allowing it to spread rapidly.

The young dragon’s attention went directly to his friends who were within seconds put in danger, his first instinct was to try and protect them. “Don’t worry guys, I’ve got ya!” The young hero rushed quickly to the Dark Gem to destroy it, but the energy pulsing from it knocked him off his feet and tossed him aside. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get close enough to it to stop it nor could he push Hunter out of the way since he seemed locked in place by the Dark Gem’s power which had begun to attack him.

He felt a sense of urgency wash over him, worried about his two friends and what could happen to them and to the Dragon Realms if the sudden rapid spread of darkness couldn’t be stopped now, not only could it put everyone in jeopardy but the fact that he’d be here powerless, while his friends were attacked by an inanimate object of darkness hurt him.

There was only one other option he saw that he could see, and so without even the slightest regard for his own well being, Spyro rushed and put himself in front of the beam of dark magic which caused a large banging sound to be heard coming from the Dark Gem.

Intense dark energy rippled through Spyro’s body, even Sparx’s presence couldn’t protect him from the sheer amount of power being forced onto him. The darkness in the cave began to rescind and fall back towards the source, but didn’t return to the Dark Gem and instead the dark energy began flooding into Spyro, latching on like a leech.

Both Hunter and Sparx tried to save him, but even with their efforts just like before, they could not get close enough to stop this. All they could do was watch helplessly as the dark magic was painfully forced upon the hero of the Dragon Realms. “Spyro, no!”

The amount of pressure Spyro could felt was like he was being crushed as well as having daggers pierce his scaly hide which caused the young dragon’s toes to curl under the unseen weight. He could barely keep his eyes open, let alone think straight as his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. which soon translated into pain that could be described from the pained shouts from the little dragon that was only followed by him shaking violently while the dark magic surrounded him and pain induced tears forcefully yet unwillingly streamed down his scaly cheeks.

Within moments, the beam began to die out as did the energy in the Dark Gem itself and Spyro seemed to, change in appearance as his vibrant purple scales began to darken until they turned entirely black, while his friendly and inviting look changed to a more dark and intimidating appearance.

Once the energy had drained entirely from the Dark Gem, it crumbled to dust and Spyro collapsed onto the cold hard ground falling unconscious instantly. His breathing was labored and he was barely moving aside from slow shivers from the young dragon, his body also steaming. Sparx was the first to go over to him, quickly in extreme worry for his best friend, the dragonfly’s stomach churned terribly over what he and Hunter had just witnessed happen that even his glow began to dim.

“Hunter, you’ve g-gotta help me get him, back.” The dragonfly was clearly in shock as he stumbled over his words and small tears were visible in his eyes, something that wasn’t seen often at all among him or Spyro himself. Hunter clearly understood the situation and didn’t hesitate to pick Spyro up carefully and quickly went back to the balloon to return to the Artisan homeworld.

Upon their return, they were quickly asked what was wrong with Spyro and Sparx explained alongside Hunter and the cheetah did most of the talking as Sparx was visibly distraught by this situation, fearing that what if Spyro didn’t survive the night or if something terrible had happened with a hint to it being his drastic difference in appearance.

Nestor understood the severity of the situation and had a chamber in the castle set up for Spyro, where he was placed in a bed where he would rest until he would wake up.

But, days quickly turned into a week and Spyro still hadn’t woken up or seemed any different other than his breathing seemed to improve but not by a lot. Sparx, never left his side and Hunter was kind enough to bring the dragonfly some food and help him out while he stayed with him. Spyro did get visitors from some of his other friends, including Elora, or even some of the younger dragons whom he’d once saved from the Sorceress before they hatched.

However, on the eighth day since the incident, while Sparx was sleeping on his friend’s head he felt movement which woke him up. The little dragonfly fluttered up in the air and it appeared that Spyro was finally stirring, and once he woke up it was clear his eyes had changed as well for now instead of a violet color they were now a blood red color...

#drabble #verse introduction #dark!spyro #v. inner struggle #my first full length drabble #i hope you guys like it

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capricious-passions-blog · 7 years

Text

By Author

Words, words, words.

Aaronna

With the Help of a Brother

Yes

5,638

Amnesiac Stanley. They get to the boat. Sad Ford. With a happy ending.

moosesmittens

A Grim Night

Yes

688

I could care less how short this is. It’s that Grim dog. I’m so glad this was written. Any and all ‘Grim’ fics about Stanley and this dog are blessings in my eyes.

bananabog

Balm

Yes

1,073

A one-shot that wasn’t meant to be more unfortunately, but has a very interesting premise about Bill not being gone from Stan’s head.

tallykale

A better place, a better time

Yes and No

First Posted

2015-12-02

Last updated

22 Feb 2016

49,002

3 works

Mystery Trio. Stanley and Stanford reunite. Help.

anonymousAlchemist

our past ghosts always haunting

Yes

1,347

Stanley never regains his memories. And it’s okay.

Neelh

Homologous

Yes

1,642

HA! I was wondering what ‘homologous’ even means. And then I saw the author’s note. Read my mind.

Reread it. I have no words. Monster. Angel. Blessing. Curse. How shall I describe this author?

HowAboutThatSnapback

Death Omen, Shmeath Omen

Yes

1,649

Just the title. Just the title on it’s own is enough. THAT TITLE.

fex_libris

Darkened Light, Starless Night

No -

First Posted

2016-10-03

Last updated

12 Dec 2016

5,531

BlindFaith Au. They get out of the cave, but things aren’t peachy.

pinesinthewoods

Blind Faith

Yes

21,027

Stanley and Stanford both land in the portal. Stanley loses his eyes. Blind Faith Au.

hapful

out

Yes

2,587

Amnesia Stanley. Andrew - ANDREW - *he thinks he’s andrew … * I can’t -

molossiamerica

2 AM

Yes

3,062

In relation to the title. One word. Relatable. But other than that - these two. I tell ya. Sea adventures.

eltigre221

Gravity Falls: Aspects of Stanley

Yes

3,321

500 Fords Au. In a hall of Fords, Stanley splits himself into parts of his personality. And Ford has to put that back together.

StoneSabre

So the Ocean Soothes Our Scars

No -

First Posted

2016-10-20

Last updated

27 Nov 2016

5,508

2 works

Grunkle Adventures at sea

Keleficent

Trust Me

Yes

6,528

It …

Well anyways. Stan falls into the portal and … just … BADness ensues. Ford gets him out, but … so yeah

TheLazyBAMF (TheGuardian219)

Fixing a Mistake

No -

First Posted

2015-12-13

Last updated

7 Nov 2016

8,334

Stanley uses a time wish to go back in time and relive his life so he doesn’t ruin Stanford’s. So … he’s in his kid body with his grumpy grandpa mind, and kid Ford wants to play all the time, but is smart enough to see something’s up. How could you not want this?

SilveryBeing

Key Moments

Yes

8,913

Stanford looking into different realities. Seeing the consequences of various actions over the course of his life. Post Weirdmeggedon. It’s good, but also full of Stanford hate propaganda NOPE THAT IS A LIE. Why am I lying like this?

MiniatureGlitterSoul

Searching For Stanford Pines

No -

First Posted

2016-04-17

Last updated

7 Jun 2016

9,805

Portal Ford.

Beleriandings

A Tale Of Three Stans

Yes

12,413

They’re in iceland. Stanley and Stanford get separated. Until Stanley runs into another portal Ford. This is a really nice read. Short, but not too short. In a fun setting, running around doing interesting stuff. Police get involved to some degree. Otherwise it wouldn’t be Stanley and Stanford.

biteinsane

Wearing the Working Man’s Clothes

No -

First Posted

2016-05-11

Last updated

25 May 2017

15,063

So it says Tiny Ford Au, and I was thrown off. I thought - the shrink ray stuff. But it’s kid Ford. And Kid Ford’s mind too. So it’s cute! But also - how can Cipher NOT take advantage of that? A One and a Half Stans, with Ford.

KuroJanKazu

Reminiscence at Sea

No -

First Posted

2016-04-04

Last updated

29 Sep 2016

17,754

Reverse Falls. Stanford ends up in reverse falls in one of his trips through the multiverse. And really learns to like … Will Cipher.

runawaycartoonist

Gravity Falls: It’s Relative!

No -

First Posted

2016-05-04

Last updated

20,587

Stanley and Stanford go and visit their Great Auntie Mabel for the summer.

Vituperative_cupcakes

The Demolition Log of Stanford F. Pines

Yes

22,280

A really amazing, after Dipper and Mabel leave, but before they set sailing sort of random adventures of the Stans. Full of humor, fun, and if I have this right - proper flash-back angst?

orphan_account

The Ghost that Lives in Great Uncle Ford’s Basement

Yes

22,348

Stanley - GOES BACK IN TIME, and ends up as a ghost. But I think what’s most important here, is that he’s basically lived twice but looks young. And the ending. It finally makes Canon the better option in a not ‘rip your heart out and feed it to cannibals’ way.

highwayKing

Stannapped

Yes

22,508

The one where Stan’s old buddies catch up with him, shove him in a trunk again, and Ford has to find him. And he does! Wait … oops, spoiler.

roomapple

Liar To A Liar, For Lies Are His Coin

No -

First Posted

2016-10-19

Last updated

13 Mar 2017

23,456

Same Coin theory. Bill is back. Mucking about in Stanley’s head.

eosrealis (Aurorealis)

Cooperation is Mandatory

No -

First Posted

2015-10-09

Last updated

6 Nov 2015

26,024

Stanley is a werewolf. And yet outcast from all other werewolves - of course he couldn’t just get with the program, even as a wolf! And so Ford leaves Gravity Falls to study the phenomenon.

videogamelover99

A Different Form a Different Time

Yes and No

First Posted

2016-12-23

Last updated

16 Apr 2017

26,407

6 works

Based on Flat Dreams and Pengychan’s and doodledrawsthings probably ideas and drawings. Bill is stuck as a human and is mostly annoyed.

the_subpar_ghost

Gravity Falls Timestuck AU

Yes

26,761

Mabel trapped in the past and Stanley has to help her get back. Mostly through finding Stanford, and we all know how that goes down.

azhdarchidaen

In Search of Antidotes

Yes

30,200

Historical Au. It’s great. So Stanley goes to help Stanford and it’s all in 1892. Double thumbs up.

delcatty (Harlecat)

The Thing On the Doorstep

Yes

35,915

What is this - lovecraft? … Ha! I was right. I also don’t know much about lovecraft. But I do, however, know about this. And it’s Stanford getting himself into messes in a 1930’s setting and Stanley trying to help while overcoming Fiddleford’s phobia towards horrors of the eldritch type. The actual thing on the doorstep is … a mixture of a shiver down your spine and ‘bleck.’

Amydiddle

Theory of Relativity

Yes

39,151

Relative Falls. Au colliding with Canon. Stanley and Stanford end up in relativity falls on a boat trip. Actually, the kids meeting their older selves - that’s neat.

SandyQuinn

There’s an Endless Road

Yes

41,073

This one is so great. Who doesn’t love a road trip? With your annoying brother and archenemy? Stanford sure knows how to pick ‘em. Also, this tag - ‘horror that is completely undercut by humour.’ It’s adventure in an almost episodic way, but also not at all, and is just super fun while not simply ‘pure fluff’ in any way shape or form.

Giroshane

Gravity Falls Adventures

Yes. But you kinda wish no. Series is marked incomplete, so maybe?

44,073

3 works

The Adventure with ____

How else to describe? Hurt/Comfort.

Stanley, Stanford, Mabel, and Dipper. Post Weirdmeggedon/in Weirdmeggedon.

Fordanoia

Gotham Falls

No -

First Posted

2016-09-27

Last updated

18 May 2017

45,735

Batman, Gravity Falls crossover! What more do you people want?

asbelow

Time Has Changed Me (And Left Me Full Of Doubt)

No -

First Posted

2017-01-18

Last updated

13 May 2017

46,708

REALLY GOOD ONE GUYS. Everytime I think about - Stanley. Going through that portal. Coming out. And still not speaking to Ford for another couple of years. Having that kid. Dealing with trauma of having been on the other side of that portal. REALLY GOOD ONE. Major focus on awesome slice of life that just is REALLY GOOD.

dliriously

Changing Tides and Tribulations

No -

First Posted

2016-06-04

Last updated

23 Jun 2016

49,902

Really fantastic Stanley and Stanford post weirdmeggedon on their boat sail away and still deal with nightmares and disillusion and ‘what did Ford get up to in the portal?’ and STUFF!

PengyChan

Flat Dreams

Yes

53,940

Alright. Full disclosure. This is a really good fic. But … I’ve never understood the whole - ‘it makes Bill Cipher into a redeemable character’ thing. Bill feels well rounded and it gives Bill Cipher good motivations for the show. But … he’s still actually a rather genuinely rude person who does bad stuff with only slightly more understood reasons. If anything it just pulls him from psychopath to misguided. I don’t feel sorry for him, I’m just six times more interested in him as a character. But other than that - Man is this a really great fic.[Note to Self. Edit this description][Edit of the Edit: Ignore me. I know nothing]

Queen_Mab

Ad Astra

No -

First Posted

2016-07-29

Last updated

3 Jun 2017

54,200

Mabel falls into the Portal to find a new Grunkle. The selling point would have to be how amazing the portal Mabel bits are. Ford and Mabel. It’s just fantastic at times. And then in rolls the Dipper and Stan bits and everything is up in flames.

Sarah1281

A Time Wish

Yes

59,420

Stanley goes back in time to stop himself from landing Ford in the portal. He lands as a old mind in a young body and stays level headed as Ford wigs out. And proceeds to relieve the next thirty years.

embulalia

Two Old Men and the Sea

Yes

69,409

Boat adventures that head back to Gravity Falls. This one includes werewolves, nightmares, amnesia, seizures, Demonic possession, and torture. All from the tags, because for the life of me this blends in with other fics. I should probably reread this. (I remember the werewolves well enough …? and obviously liked it …)

babyblueavenger

Mystery Nerds AU

Yes and No

First Posted

2015-11-26

Last updated

2 Jun 2016

97,460

5 works

Series. It’s the last one that isn’t finished, with a 4 chaptered 46k word count hanging off the side.

EvilEkat

Versability

Yes

131,274

Stanley … strikes it rich, become an even worse person, and then gets the kids when his and Stanford’s names are mixed up.

Overall - Excellent. Very, very Excellent.

DisneyMuse, slytherintbh

The Demon’s Apprentice

Yes ish

149,836

2 major works, plus a drabble and alternate endings

Have I read this? I feel like I have, but I’m not sure. It’s where Dipper becomes Bill Cipher’s apprentice of magic and Ford is just not having it. But … have I read this?

***

The_Lionheart

One Sword

Yes and No

First Posted

2016-07-31

Last updated

9 May 2017

239,518

9 works

Oh, just lots. Portal adventures. Reimagining of canon episodes. Crossovers. But what I wanna know is how they get away with some of that purple prose stuff? Poetry? Different formats? It’s brilliant. How? Just - how?

The_Lionheart

Takin’ Care of Business

No -

First Posted

Last updated

19 Mar 2017

30,663

Modern … sort of Au. Where … Stanley goes to help Stanford. But Mabel and Dipper are more like niece and nephew - not great nibings. And … it’s really good. I really like The_Lionheart. They’re a really good writer.

The_Lionheart

The People That We Always Hoped We Would Be

Yes

11,546

Christmas Carol AU where everyone comes back into the past to get Stanford to reconcile with Stanley. Oh my gosh. THIS ONE. That one scene. WITH THE GUN.

The_Lionheart

Missing

Yes

4,103

How Stan has dentures. A basic recap of when and where he lost most of his teeth WITH CRIPPLING FEELS.

***

LogicalBookThief

A Pound of Flesh

Yes

10,918

I remember this mostly for the Clairvoyant. Post Weirdmeggedon boat adventures.

LogicalBookThief

Stan Protecting his Kids

No -

First Posted

2015-10-29

Last updated

6 Mar 2016

1,670

2 works

First one is Soos’s dad. The second is a tourist and Wendy. I actually thought the Soos and the dad bit was interesting. I never would have thought about it, but yeah. That could go down like that.

LogicalBookThief

One and a Half Stans Au

Yes

5,092

2 works

De-aged Stanley

LogicalBookThief

The Devil You Know

Yes

5,677

Possession. Mystery trio. Ford gets possessed before he realizes that’s not a good thing. And Stanley … obviously gets caught in the crosshairs.

***

scribefindegil

Fisherman’s Knot

No -

First Posted

2016-03-06

Last updated

27 May 2017

84,545

You think it’s over. And then there’s another twenty thousand words if not more. You don’t know how to handle these feelings.

scribefindegil

Nomenclature

Yes

1,133

Haha! - No, I’m sorry. This one. This one is great. Portal Ford.

***

impish_nature

Demonic Conman

Yes

26,385

Reverse One of Us Au. Stanley becomes the demon for Bill Cipher. What an exhausting ride. And the ending. Pretty much low-grade torture for the soul. As I recall, wasn’t there an alternate ending to this too?

impish_nature

Phobos

No -

First Posted

2016-01-03

Last updated

10 Feb 2016

24,721

Mystery trio and Stanley has issues from his time on the road. It is unfortunate that it is incomplete.

impish_nature

A Lot More Lost

Yes

9,620

Feral Ford Au. Stanley Amnesia.

impish_nature

Signs of a Well Lived Life

Yes

3,276

JOML AU @notllorstel

More Grim Au. I think they actually die in this one. Quote on Quote “Bittersweet and stuff”

impish_nature

Finding the Right Frequency

Yes

6,885

Ford, and that radio! Talking over the air! Him and Stanley! It hits the spot.

impish_nature

Sleight of Hand

Yes

1,638

Oh my gosh - MagicStanley! It’s beautiful.

impish_nature

Blind Rage

Yes

4,743

BlindFaith Au. Stanford goes off on some midnight attackers and Stanley isn’t handling heat of fire too well.

impish_nature

Seeing is Believing

Yes

5,136

BlindFaith Au. Stanley regains some of his sight

impish_nature

Silent Plea

Yes

2,070

BlindFaith Au. Stanley helps Stanford with cave flashbacks.

***

thesnadger

Axolotl

No -

First Posted

2016-02-18

Last updated

18 Jan 2017

32,458

Post Weirdmeggedon and Bill is back. The Stans head over to Gravity Falls from their sea voyage to let family comfort, and maybe find a solution.

thesnadger

Summer’s Over

Yes

10,604

3 works

I’m - no THEY’RE trying to kill you. And I quote “Making Ford Feel Guilty For Fun And Profit; Actually There’s No Profit; And No Fun; only pain”

thesnadger

Things You Can’t Take Back

Yes

5,058

Stanley in the Colombian forest. But why is Stanford there? Dun, Dun, DUUUN. But no, actually - the feels.

thesnadger

It’s A Great Idea (Who Are You To Judge?)

Yes

4,295

Relativity Falls. Grauntie Mabel and Grunkle Stan compare lives over drinks. Not the best idea.

***

Tell_Me_Tales

D-23:Guardian

No -

First Posted

2016-08-15

Last updated

23 May 2017

28,242

Carla McCorkle. Tell_Me_Tales adds a great addition of her as her own mystery trio in some of their work. Short chapters … that I feel get better as time goes on, but is that just me? Also - Gargoyle Stanley Au, but not monster Au.

Tell_Me_Tales

A Girl Named Carla

Yes

6,569

Carla McCorkle meets Stanford and it’s awkward, and funny, and adorable.

Tell_Me_Tales

Math is Money

No?

First Posted

2016-10-22

Last updated

28 Nov 2016

2,622

As I recall - this one was actually kind of adorable. Right? I don’t know why it’s marked unfinished unless the Tell_Me_Tales had more in mind. Otherwise it feels like a pretty cohesive pair of one-shots. And Filbrick is … normal.

***

Nicnac

Elementary Falls

Yes

48,665

15 works

Stanley and Stanford get an orphaned Dipper and Mabel. A lot of oneshots around this, filled with feels and fluff.

Nicnac

Lost and Found

Yes

12,687

2 works

Connected to Elementary Falls. “CanonFord!” lands in Elementary Falls universe. It creates TWO happy endings, so plus.

Nicnac

Five Years Older

No -

First Posted

2016-11-01

Last updated

10 Jan 2017

7,659

27 year old Mabel going into the past and finding Mullet Stan. Come on guys. This one is almost mandatory viewing.

Nicnac

Weep Not for the Memories

Yes

7,718

Scrapbook doesn’t work. Amnesia Stanley.

***

CCs_World

Mabel and Ford for Gravity Falls

No -

First Posted

2016-10-19

Last updated

22,889

Ford and Mabel Fluff as they try and save their kidnapped siblings. Apparently. Actually - you know what? I think it updated since I last saw it. I should … probably go read that.

CCs_World

And You Were Not So Old

No -

First Posted

2017-01-01

Last updated

10 Mar 2017

17,629

Stan contracts a serious illness and Ford is obviously extremely upsetted (yes I mean upsetted). Guys, right about now I’m banking on the lack of Major Death tag. Also how is this not longer? It feels longer. Huh.

***

WDW

A Thousand Natural Shocks

No -

First Posted

2015-10-09

Last updated

3 Aug 2016

53,750

Neverhuman AU. As in, ‘Stan Pines Dead’ Stanley actually died in that car crash and made a deal with a demon that wasn’t Bill Cipher and melded and is … no longer … human I guess.

WDW

Estranged, Lost, Found

Yes

5,047

This exists. And that is enough. I have no idea how this could have been thought up, but … I rather thought it was okay. You know. Once you get over the Stanley feels. What is it with this man. And my poor heart.

***

MaryPSue

Raising Stakes

No -

First Posted

2015-11-23

Last updated

4 Jun 2017

56,058

Vampire Stanley. Enough Said. Also Stanley showing up at his old ‘friend’s’ house when the guy is thinking about how harmless Stan Pines is. He was BEGGING to get his throat ripped out. That scene was so cool.

MaryPSue

Hive

Yes

32,368

Note: Have not read. Vaguely skimmed. Looks interesting. [Note to self: read]

Post Canon horror story with casual fluff and happy ending. I think. Wait - how is this in my history if I haven’t read it? *Sigh* I don’t even know anymore.

MaryPSue

Now You See

Yes

4,158

Stanford never feels like he has to ask for Stanley’s help to come to gravity falls. You can probably guess how well that goes. Cause he finishes the portal but how to keep the world from ending?

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WinchesterWarrenSon

Motorbikes and Sailboats

Yes

114,378

3 works

Okay, so if you’ve ever heard of Jimmy Snakes being a jerk and being in cahoots with Stanley in any way shape or form … this was probably where those ideas came from. That and the original Jimmy Snakes character info from the show. This um … it breaks you. If I was going to warn against any of these fics. This is the one I’d seriously warn against. I’m serious. Parts of me wish … that I’d just glanced over this one. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. You should finish it, bordering on tears if not outright crying. It’s good. Really, REALLY good. Almost too good. I’m warning you DO NOT READ THIS ONE (you’re gonna read it anyways aren’t you, well I tried)

WinchesterWarrenSon

Fractured Fingers

No -

First Posted

2015-12-14

Last updated

25 Aug 2016

15,631

I shouldn’t like this one so much, but um … I REALLY like this one. Stanley comes to help Stanford in Gravity Falls.

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Kazriku

Silent Falls

No -

First Posted

2015-10-01

Last updated

26 Feb 2017

31,078

Absolutely no idea, but it’s got one helluva mystery element and it feels like it’s going someplace, but I’ve no idea where.

Kazriku

My Demons

No -

First Posted

2015-08-16

Last updated

28 Mar 2016

33,672

Mystery Twins.

Demonic Possession included. Kazriku also made a lyric video based on the same title and I recommend listening to it. Possibly while reading.

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The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

Stanley McGucket

Yes

39,759

Stanley MCGUCKET. And that’s just PART ONE.

… wait. Guys. It UPDATED since I last saw it. I have so much to catch up on.

The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

In Another World

Yes

30,381

One shots of Portal Ford. Journal Style.

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Kalajorn (Mortsyn)

And Then There Were Three

No -

First Posted

2016-04-19

Last updated

25 Jun 2016

21,450

Mystery Trio.

Kalajorn (Mortsyn)

The Black Dog

Yes

1,763

This one has Stanley befriending the grim because of an accident. It skirts the depressing and jumps into the Stanley is amazing.

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