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littlelovelyra · 4 months

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That's Not the Plan - Astarion x F!Tav

Inspiration: The moment Astarion’s plan fell apart was when you resurrected him after you triggered that damn weapon at the Githyanki Creche.

“…you think to yourself that you would follow this woman through the nine hells and back again”

Written from Astarion’s perspective, this is with the same Tav from my series "The Change" but this is a little one-shot looking into their relationship before the confession in Moonrise. I may do a few more one-shots like this as I have many little stories in my head about these two. I use “Tav” as her name and not her given name (by me) in the hopes it helps the reader to add their name etc.

Warnings: Language, fluff, sex, hand stuff, mouth stuff, PiV, smutty. Let me know if I have missed anything.

MINORS DNI

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Probably got a little carried away, I apologise now. Writing smutty stuff is still relatively new to me.

Setting: After Tav blows up the creche by being a greedy little loot goblin, she talks to Withers and resurrects Astarion. This is also before you go to the shadow-cursed lands.

You can also read another one shot here as it happens after the story below (but again before the Moonrise confession scene).

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“Rise," you hear Withers' voice reverberating around you, and suddenly, in a flash of teal light, you appear back in the land of the living. You steady yourself on your feet and take in your surroundings. It seems you are back at camp, and everyone is going about their business as usual. Everyone, except her. She stands in front of you, attempting to hide her obvious nervousness as she shifts her weight from foot to foot.

She should be nervous, everyone warned her not to touch the ominous floating weapon, but noooo the little loot goblin couldn’t keep her greedy hands to herself, “It’ll be fine” she said. Well it certainly wasn’t fine seeing as it set off a very powerful weapon totaling the whole Githyanki Creche and taking you along with it. Your frustration bubbles over.

“What in the sweet hells were you thinking activating that lance? I was RIGHT THERE! Gods, do you have any idea how much that hurt?” You stand with your arms folded, gazing at her, curious about what she will say.

“I thought the mind flayer parasite protects you from light?” Her lips twitch at the corners trying to stop herself from smiling. Smiling?? Is she smiling??

“Well, apparently there’s a limit. Somewhere between a nice summer’s day and the full concentrated power OF THE SUN!.” You pause and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.” She winks at you and you can’t believe the audacity of this woman. A moment ago she seemed nervous, but now look at her, as cocky as ever!

“Next time? No no no, if there is a ‘Next time’ I’ll be the one aiming the all-powerful weapon, thank you!” Your voice sounds as if you’re a mother scolding her toddler for touching the fire and her face looks like said toddler. “Although… I do appreciate you trying to fix your mistake. Just don’t do it again. Now, shall we go or do you have any other chaos you need to unleash here?” You dust off your pants dramatically. All activity in the camp came to a halt as every eye was fixed on the intense drama playing out between the two of you.

You continue; “Oh and another thing I- .” She interrupts you, grabs your shirt, and plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

As she releases you her expression is calm and confident. “Astarion, as much as I enjoy listening to you talk, there are other things I'd rather watch you do with your mouth.” She turns on her heel and heads to her tent, stopping half way she calls over her shoulder; “Well are you coming or not?” And proceeds to enter her sleeping quarters.

The camp is silent as all eyes are on you, Gale’s jaw is practically on the floor at the public display. You and Tav have been very good at hiding your late-night trysts so this may have come as a surprise to a few of them.

Clearing your throat you look around to your travel companions repeating her words in disbelief “Hah… ‘are you coming or not?’ Haha… hah…"

As if your legs have grown a mind of their own you find yourself walking to her tent, your hand scratching the back of your head as you think to yourself that you would follow this woman through the nine hells and back again.

Shit. That’s not the plan. Focus.

Pulling back the opening of the tent you slip in quietly and see her laying down on her stomach flipping through the pages of a book. She pauses and rolls over leaning on her arms and takes one look at you that sends her into a fit of laughter.

“You look bewildered Astarion!” She says as she rises and saunters over to you placing her hands on your chest. Petrichor and cinnamon… she smells of petrichor and cinnamon… cool and fresh but warm and homey at the same time. You swallow as you look into her eyes and you swear you feel your hands tremble. What is wrong with me? You think to yourself. Her hands glide up from your chest and lace themselves between the curls of your hair. Her fingers begin to slowly massage your scalp and a small groan escapes your mouth.

“Let me make it up to you?” She stands on her tiptoes and whispers in your ear, you feel your body turn to liquid at the feel of her breath in your ear.

You watch her slowly drop down to her knees and you instantly harden at the sight of her. Never has anyone had this effect on you. All you can do is give her a slight nod in consent as she waits patiently for your reply.

Slowly she brings your trousers down and your length springs free. A small almost timid smile appears on her lips as her hand grips your member. The touch of her skin sends electricity surging through you as she slowly drags her palm up and down its length. You groan again in appreciation and your breath catches as you feel her wet, hot mouth envelop your already seeping tip.

Never… has anyone put your pleasure first above theirs. Never has anyone wanted to make you feel good, it was always what others could take from you and there were moments where you thought this arrangement between the two of you was the same. However, you see now that this is different. You realise that it was always different with her, you just didn't want to admit that to yourself.

You glance down and watch as her head moves slowly up and down your throbbing length and groan loudly as you rest your hand on the top of her head, moving your fingers into her hair. You begin to rock your hips in time with her movement and hear a soft moan rumble from her. The sound sets you on fire, tipping you over the edge spilling into her mouth, your hips twitching as she licks the last of your spend and looks up sweetly.

She stands up and puts her arms around you, scattering soft kisses along your jawline. Your hands slither their way down her body and wrap themselves around her ass pulling her up into you as you passionately kiss her, parting her mouth for your tongue to meet hers.

“Astarion… you don’t need to… I wanted to make you feel good” she says breathlessly which fuels your desire even more, you need to hear your name screamed from her lips. You want everyone to know she’s yours because she is… at least to you.

“Oh I know. But I want to. I want to taste you, I want to hear you scream my name, I want them to hear my name cried out from your lips.” You lower her down to the bedroll.

You waste no time stripping her clothes, kneeling above her your gaze swims over her naked body, no artist could ever capture its beauty. Dipping down you grip her legs and throw them over your shoulders and you see her dripping with anticipation. “Gods…” you breathe out before taking the plunge, your tongue pushing through her slick folds, she tastes of honey and a fine wine, aged to perfection. Her breaths are loud, her moans increasing in volume as she comes closer to the edge. Your tongue increases its speed as you circle it on her bundle of nerves and her hands shoot down gripping your hair as she comes undone, her hips bucking as she cries out your name.

You crawl up her body and crash your lips into hers, hungrily moving them together. “I do rather like that, you know? Hearing you scream out my name… Tell me what you want.” Your breath is cool in her ear as you whisper and you can feel the shivers forming on her skin.

“You.. I.. want you” she breathes into your neck.

“As you wish.” Once more your lips mould against hers, your tongues tangling together in a passionate dance as you slide your hardened length into her. She is intoxicating. You slowly rock your hips back and forth savouring the feel of her around you as your mouth closes around the sensitive peak of her breast.

You feel her hand slowly cupping your cheek as she pulls your face to her neck tilting her head to the side. “Drink.” She commands and you gladly obey.

Your teeth fit into the same spot they always do and you hear her groan in pleasure as you take your first pull of her blood. Your thrusts pick up in pace and you place your hand between her legs again circling her clit. Her body trembles as her moans grow louder once more and then she shatters around you, crying out your name and you come undone at the sound, returning her name in a cry of your own.

You lay there breathless staring at the ceiling of the tent while she curled herself over you, running lazy circles on your chest with her fingers. You had a plan, a nice simple plan… and now… it is so much more than that. You would follow her anywhere… you would do anything to make her happy and that terrifies you.

Shit.

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lets-go-hurt-someone · 7 months

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I love Shadowheart. She was my bae throughout my first (unfinished) Tav run. I abandoned that run because Astarion convinced me I needed to restart as Durge for him, but Shadowheart forever holds a very special place in my… well, heart.

I’ve been thinking about the contrast between them and their arcs and the way fandom interacts with them.

They both start off as characters that by D&D standards are “evil.” Shar is an evil aligned goddess, and vampires are evil aligned creatures.

However, Shadowheart isn’t evil. She disapproves of actively evil decisions and approves of kindness to animals and the helpless. She just doesn’t like it if you seem to be putting do-goodery above your search for a cure to the tadpoles. She is fine with killing the grove, but the contrast between her at the tiefling party and the goblin party shows pretty starkly how she really feels.

Astarion starts off the game evil. I will fucking fight anyone on this. He has very very good reasons to be evil, but so does Shadowheart… and she’s not. Astarion enjoys chaos, he likes murder, he likes hurting people. He thinks being “good” is weak and stupid and that might be a trauma response, but it is how he genuinely feels at that point in his story.

And yet. AND YET. For some reason, I have never seen anyone complain about making Shadowheart a Dark Justiciar. If she likes you, you actually have to encourage her to kill Nightsong. Even on my evil run, she spared Aylin if I didn’t tell her not to. You have to either not care about her or intervene to make her evil, and right up to the end where she kills her parents and Shar wipes her memory again, she is just so miserable and resigned to what she’s been influenced to be.

But people do it to get the hotter sex scene or whatever and that’s fine.

But Astarion? The man who spends the whole fucking game begging you to help him take over an evil cult and murder his “family” so he can become a living vampire as soon as he realises it might be an option? The guy who will throw a fit and leave you if you don’t either succeed in a persuasion check or help him eternally damn 7007 people— no matter how close you’ve gotten to him?

Apparently you’re an evil piece of shit if you find his “bad” ending compelling or, dare I say it, hot.

I don’t really care which ending you prefer for either character— I think the game does a great job on its own telling you what you should think and it’s fairly nuanced for both characters. I just don’t understand why Astarion has to be so woobified and his “bad” ending fans vilified as if they’re naive morons with no media literacy.

Shadowheart, the character, hates her “bad” ending way more than Astarion, the character, hates his. And fandom can’t reflect this because I don’t know…

Oh god. It’s sexism isn’t it?

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #shadowheart #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 meta #ascended astarion #lord astarion #bg3 shadowheart #jenevelle hallowleaf #dark justiciar shadowheart #tbh I PREFER SPAWN #but Astarion WANTS to ascend and you know what in the right context I love that for him #dark justiciar is just bleak for Shadowheart #she seems like she’s even trying to convince herself she doesn’t hate it #the slightest tap towards selune sends her spiralling #ascended Astarion should not be so controversial by comparison

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thatswhywelovegermany · 3 months

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Die Heinzelmännchen

According to legend, the Heinzelmännchen were Cologne's house spirits. They did the residents' work at night while they were asleep. However, once they were seen doing it, they disappeared forever. In addition to their small size, typical attributes such as the pointed cap and their industriousness show that the Heinzelmännchen belong to the group of goblins, elves and dwarves.

The Cologne legend may have been based on the legend of the little people's wedding feast at Eilenburg, which was first transmitted orally in 1816 and is said to have taken place at the medieval Eilenburg Castle in Eilenburg, Saxony. The legend first appeared in writing in 1826 in a work by the Cologne writer Ernst Weyden (1805–1869) as a short prose story with the note of origin "Oral" and the introduction:

"It may not have been more than fifty years ago that the so-called Heinzelmännchen were up to their adventurous deeds in Cologne. They were small naked men who did all sorts of things, baking bread, washing and other similar household chores; so it was said, but no one had seen them."

It became popular in the 1836 ballad by the painter and poet August Kopisch (1799–1853), with which he transported the originally Rhenish legend from the Siebengebirge to Cologne:

“Oh, how comfortable it used to be in Cologne,

With the Heinzelmännchen!

For, if you were lazy: … you would lie down on the bench and take care of yourself:

Then at night,

Before you knew it,

The little men would come and swarm

And clap and make noise

And pluck and pull

And hop and trot

And clean and scrape …

And before a lazybones had even woken up, …

All his day’s work … was already done!”

Kobolds usually despise Heinzelmännchen because their activities have polar opposite goals: Whereas the Heinzelmännchen are good natured, helpful and take care of household and property, Kobolds are full of mischief and bring chaos and destruction to a home. The industriousness of the Heinzelmännchen disgusts any proper Kobold.

Close relatives of the Heinzelmännchen are the Brownies from the British Islands, the Nissen from Denmark and Norway, the Tomten from Sweden, and the Kabouters from the Netherlands. The Menehune from Hawai'i also bear a certain semblance.

#german mythical creatures #heinzelmännchen

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 4 months

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HLC REACT TO FINDING OUT THEY'RE IN A VIDEO GAME

A/N: Inspired by The Amazing Digital Circus! Existential dread for everyone!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

WARNING: ANGST, existentialism, panic attacks, anxiety

MC and their favorite companion were battling goblins when it happened. A red barrel chain reaction had debris and enemies flying and the companion was caught in the collision crossfire. They hit a rock at just a weird enough angle that their body started ragdolling out of control. They spun and twisted out of sight and before they could process what was happening, they were falling.

Falling...

The world above vanished. They landed hard on flat ground, the wind knocked out of them. Upon eventually standing, they found themselves in some sort of corridor. Gridded walls too high to see over opened to darkness above. There was no sight or sound of MC or goblins or trees or birds or....anything.

Tentatively, they called out. Their voice was swallowed by the opressive silence. They tried their wand. Nothing happened. So they walked the seemingly endless blank corridor until they came to an opening.

A massive room filled with statues. Some tall, some short, some human, some not. The companion gets closer, then freezes. These weren't statues. They were people and beasts and objects they recognized, all standing perfectly still in neat little rows like chess pieces.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He's staring into the blank eyes of his own sister. "Anne? What-...where am I? What is this place?" He frantically looks around, he sees teachers and students and shopkeepers and enemies and even his uncle. "Where are my parents?" He dashes through the rows of lifeless assets. "WHERE ARE THEY?" He screams, but no one answers.

He comes to the sudden realization that he's searching for faces he doesn't know. He doesn't know what they look like. He's mentioned his parents, he's missed his parents, he's mourned his parents, HOW COULD HE NOT KNOW WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE??

He falls to the ground in a heap. "They're real. I know they're real. I'm real. They're real. This is some curse. I'm dreaming." He starts hyperventilating. "SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!! PLEASE!!"

OMINIS GAUNT: The sudden silence of his surroundings scares him more than the chaos of battle ever has. "MC? Hello? Where are you?" He tries to guide himself along with his wand but it won't activate. He finds the smooth, glass-like wall and follows it.

He finds the opening and runs face first into what feels like a person. "Oh, thank Merlin. Can you help me? I don't know where I am. I'm blind, you see...hello?" He feels the person's arm. They're stiff and cold like the dead yet standing upright. "What?" He reaches out and finds another person, then another and another. All the same.

The silence in the darkness made his breath feel heavy. Wherever he was, felt wrong. Was he dead? Is this what dying felt like? Was this all there was beyond the world he knew? Was this the fate that awaited everyone or just him? Destined to suffer in spaces unknown with no guide and no familiar presence?

He sat down and curled his knees to his chest. His mind spun with questions as his surroundings felt less and less real. Was he even real?

ANNE SALLOW: She covered her mouth in shock. Slowly, she turned in place to take in all the things she thought she knew were real lifelessly staring back at her. She stared at herself the longest. Her life, her memories, her pain....none of it was real. Her suffering didn't matter. She was a pawn. A plot device.

She keeled over and vomited. She coughed and blinked the tears out of her eye to watch what came out of her started to pixelate and vanish. She stared wide eyed at the ground and started to shake. "I'm...real." her voice weak in the oversized room. "I'm. Real. I AM real." She threw her head up and screamed into the void above. "I'M REAL!" She glared defiantly upward into nothingness. She didn't know who she was shouting to, but she hoped they heard.

IMELDA REYES: Her dreams, her aspirations, her future... There was no life beyond Hogwarts. Everything in this room was all that existed. The world was just an amalgamation to be constructed and deconstructed at will. She wasn't special, she didn't matter, she was just another piece.

She had never bothered to think about it much before, but what mattered to her outside of brooms and racing? Did she have other genuine interests? Did she know who she was?

She laughs. A cold, humorless laugh echoes out of her. Nothing mattered. Nothing ever mattered. What was even the point of this confined existence? Who would want to be stuck in a singular place constantly at war? Who would be mad enough to think this is an existence worth creating? She laughs. Laughs until she cries. Laughs into the endless silence. Laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs....

NATSAI ONAI: She sees everyone except MC. Where were they? Why weren't they in the crowd? "MC!? MC!! CAN YOU HEAR ME??" With no response, she goes to her mother's asset. Even her own mother wasn't real.

Is this why she could never remember the faces of the bandits who killed her father? She always thought it was a memory blackout from trauma. No...it never happened. Matibililand didn't exist. Her home didn't exist.

She sat at her mother's feet and stared at the ground. Her mind couldn't handle the stress and she disassociated. She was as blank and still as the assets surrounding her.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "This isn't happening. This can't really be happening." He stared at his aunt. Her asset blankly stared back. His aunt wasn't real. The professors weren't real. The students weren't real. The dark wizards weren't real. Was Hogwarts even real? Was he??

"THIS ISN'T REAL! I WON'T FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS!" He shouts at no one. He had to believe that this was some sort of hallucination. He could feel. He could think. He was real. He had to be.

Tears welled up in his eyes and he cried out. "LET ME OUT! DO YOU HEAR ME!? LET ME OUT!! ...please..." He hiccuped and wiped his face. "Please .."

LEANDER PREWETT: He fearfully stayed away from the statued people as if they would come alive at any moment. He was too afraid to call out and hid around the corner. Without his wand, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. He felt truly powerless and vulnerable. He'd never felt so small in his life.

His mind refused to accept that this was happening and refused to process the familiar faces. This had to be some sort of dark wizard trick. This couldn't really be happening. Ironically, he refused to play their game. He walked off into the darkness. The corridors had to lead somewhere eventually.

POPPY SWEETING: The missing person that stood out to her was her gran. The most important person in her life, and yet... Where was she? What did she look like? Oh gods, what did she look like?? She grasped the sides of her head as she thought as hard as she could to remember. Her gran's face and voice and home were a blur.

AMIT THAKKAR: He quietly walked through the rows, stopping in front of himself. He looked within himself. He had been so focused on "studies" that he never really thought about his past. Who was he? Where was he from? Who was his family? What were they like?

He had no past. Down here he had no present. Did he ever have a future? Were the stars he looked up to at night even real? He doesn't know how to react. Mental numbness washes over him. He stares emptily at himself for a, long time.

EVERETT CLOPTON: "What is Merlin's name?" He looked around, utterly confused. The reality of his situation didn't hit him immediately as his Ravenclaw logic took over to try and find a way out. He found some brooms, but none of them worked. They just flopped over like a pile of sticks. No wand he tried using worked. No matter how many times he tried poking or prodding any of the people, nobody moved.

He tried running. He charged down a dark corridor only to eventually end up back in the asset room. He tried another corridor, but it too looped around back to where he was. That is when he started to panic.

"There's no way out!" His breaths came quick and shallow. "There's no way out!! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HELP ME!" He felt light headed and stumbled to the ground in front of himself. He looked up from his hands and knees. "WHO ARE YOU!?"

She tried to remember farther back; her parents, her childhood! Nothing... No assets were ever created. They weren't real people. Just a page in her backstory. The trauma, the loneliness, the heartache..... None of it really mattered. She didn't matter.

She stood amongst the assets, crying silently. Wherever she was, she wouldn't be found. None would be looking for her. She didn't really exist.

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YOU: Your companion disappeared. Things sometimes get a little glitchy with the companion mod. Looks like you'll have to restart from your last save. No big deal. After all, it's just a game.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #tw: panic attack

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jahayla-parker · 6 months

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🎆 Hey J!! Congrats on your 1.5 followers I'm so proud of you girl!! So for my request I was wondering if it could be a Peter Parker one where y/n is somehow transported into Spider-Man: Homecoming, Spider-Man: Far From Home, or Spider-Man No Way Home you pick and chaos ensues 💜

Multiverse : Peter Parker x Real-world!Reader

Descr: short fic in which y/n finds herself in her favorite movie and has to decide how to proceed.

Warnings: I’m not really great at these kind of AUs but other than that, I can’t think of any but let me know!

This sucks; I'm sorry, nothing was coming to me

Y/n bounced her right leg nervously as she looked around. She didn’t understand what was going on. One second she had been rewatching the latest Spider-Man movie, No Way Home from the comfort of her apartment. The next, she was standing in front of a glowing circle, identical to the ones that were portals in the movie she’d been watching. She hesitated briefly but nevertheless let her courage guide her into the multi-dimensional opening.

Y/n squinted as her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings. She quickly realized she’d somehow seemingly entered into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. How that was possible, she wasn’t certain. Had it not been for her literally pinching herself several times, she’d have thought she was simply dreaming. But she wasn’t. This was real.

Y/n slowly made her way across the bridge, stopping the moment she heard the fighting begin. She was actually in No Way Home.. or… in the universe that held the No Way Home events..? She wasn’t sure how to phrase it, it was all so bizarre. Either way, she knew from having seen the movie countless times already, that she ought to run and hide unless she wanted Dr. Octavius or Green Goblin to harm her.

Y/n let her feet guide her away from the immediate threat, only looking up when her legs came to a halt. She blinked rapidly as she found herself standing in front of Doctor Strange’s Sanctum. Of course she’d managed to make it here. Perhaps she should just go with the flow and try to help. After all, she knew how things would go, maybe she could prevent Tom Holland’s char Peter from getting hurt and May from dying.

That idea turned out too optimistic as Peter understandably was weary of y/n. It was one thing to bring people who knew him/Spider-Man from other universes. But a universe in which he was actually just a character and not real, that was another thing to digest. Nevertheless, Peter didn’t want to take any chances so he let her help him, Ned, and MJ.

It was a bit difficult at first to get Peter to trust her. As in his eyes, she seemed to be able to tell the future and was offering to stop the bad things before they happened. Luckily, having seen Far From Home, y/n understood why he was so weary of such a thing being too good to be true. So even when Peter trapped her in a sheet of webs as he demanded answers he could understand, she remained calm.

Once he had heard her out and understood that she meant no harm, Peter let y/n guide him on what to do and what not to do. There were some moments of chaos nonetheless as they were trying new things that y/n knew Peter hadn’t done in the movie before. But, she figured it was worth all the danger and chaos because she was helping her favorite superhero.

Only that too was much more intense than y/n had anticipated. Yet, she was simultaneously thrilled to be playing an active part in the movie she loved so much. Especially since they were now near the ending and May hadn’t died!

The only issue is y/n now had to return to her own universe. As much as she wanted to stay and make a place for herself in this one, she refused to risk ruining the MCU by accident. So, with a sigh, y/n closed her eyes as she said goodbye to this universe before stepping back into hers.

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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No no I absolutely do not mind the tagging on to the title suggestion! I actually vote for Raising Uzumaki Naruto as the title because RUN makes it so much better! You can bet those 3 will have SO MUCH running to do after this sunny little ball of chaos that Jiraiya acquired on a whim and a sense of 'i can't just LEAVE him here what kinda of godfather am I if I do that', despite not having a freaking clue how to raise someone who's already partly self-guided.

Like, turn your head for a moment to confer with your teammates and then turn back to find your godson not only has a bear cub companion he found, but is also sticky, covered in dirt and grass, and cheerfully climbing a tree because some random town kids bet him he couldn't do it and he loves to prove people wrong. Also there was money involved.

(Jiraiya will forever swear that was Tsunade's influence even though Naruto met her barely 3 days ago. Orochimaru is already plotting ways to teach the kid tree-walking.)

Time to consult parenting books!

It's decided then!

Unfortunately for the Sannin, Naruto is actually pretty pragmatic about a lot of things (i.e. money) but beyond unhinged about other things (i.e. his new bear cub) and both of those traits lead to shenanigans on a regular basis.

Because Naruto's out of Konoha and has realized that these weird ass adults aren't actually gonna just leave him somewhere to rot. So now that he's a little bit more secure and significantly more well-fed, he's finally free to be his true fox-goblin self.

Jiraiya and Tsunade keep arguing about who he gets these traits from but Orochimaru is honestly delighted and actively plotting to make him worse.

#RayRambles #Naruto #Raising Uzumaki Naruto AU

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ineffabildaddy · 9 months

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Hi sam! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! your fics and your posts delight me) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘

hi!!! thank you so so much for this, a few months ago i couldn't even imagine being so active in the tumblr community again, let alone anyone's favourite anything!!!!

i've been very fortunate to receive the warmest of welcomes back to tumblr after a 7-year absence, and i've received so much support for my writing (and my shitposts lol) that this whole experience of finally joining the good omens fandom has genuinely given me a newfound confidence in my creative self, and in myself as a whole💙

in terms of the blogs that make me happy to be here... they are many!!! i shall put the rest of this post under the cut

@raining-stars-somewhere-else thank you for being my first go friend and now one of my closest buddies!!! i can't wait for us to finally write that fic together (lol) and for us to get up to some irl london shenanigans at some point✨ ur hilarious and kind and so correct about literally everything and i love u. literally everyone needs to read ur posts bc they're so well-thought out and unique. also your fics are really moving and human (even though they're about crowley and aziraphalekldfjgjl) and i adore them

@sad-chaos-goblin we literally just Get Each Other, same brain and all, and i absolutely love it!!! i couldn't ask for a better horny consultant bc after all it is Our Pornography™. you're also just an extremely understanding, open and lovely person, not to mention very fun and exciting to be friends with hehe. ur headcanons are so fucking interesting (and sometimes sad, how dare u do this to me) and i'm looking forward to hearing more when u eventually get round to writing all those fics you've got ideas for<3

@foolishlovers i'm really really happy we've got to know each other better over the past couple weeks!!!!! your xmas fic is one of my absolute favourite fics ever and i'm in awe with your skill and craft, i hope to write something as well-rounded and enjoyable as that someday<3 also you're one of my favourite posters, so fucking funny and u just make points left right and centre. i hope we can share our writing and our thoughts about life in general more in 2024!!!

@crowleyslvt i'm very happy i barged my way into your dms to be horny on main bc i definitely wouldn't've explored half the things i've explored in my writing if not for our discussions and your encouragement!!! i absolutely love talking writing and sexy headcanons with you, but above that i love that i'm now mates with such a talented, considerate, hilarious kiwi lad. i am honoured to be one of the little guys in ur phone who gets to hype up u as an exceedingly great porn writer but also as a legend in general

@voluptatiscausa no one understands my feralness for michael sheen like you do. i can go batshit insane in the dms over ms and dt with u and that space is important to me dlgkljdgldfjgl. i'm really glad i started reading ur writing this year bc it's very enjoyable, but it's also healing for me as a person who's [whispers] a traumatised and cripplingly shy person in terms of sex lmao. thank you for bestowing it upon ao3, and by extension, upon me!!!! also tho, you're a really nurturing and interesting friend to have, not to mention a Very Cool one so continue to be that pls and thanks

@bowtiepastabitch i've felt very honoured to hear about parts of your life as you share them with me - Knowing The Lore is so important to me and i'm humbled that you've trusted me with some of the stuff that's been happening in your world<3 on another note, your fanart may be quick but it's never shitty, it's always so expressive and fun and gets my brain Thinking Thoughts. i can't express how wonderful it was when you made a wee bit of fanart for one of my fics, and i hope i continue to see ur creativity shine✨

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i know i'll have forgotten people so i'll add em as i remember em hehehehe

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mathlann · 2 months

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OC Smash or Pass

Tagged by @bladesmitten, thank you!!!

No pressure tagging @poetikat, @arendaes, @undyingembers, @moosifers, @molochka-koshka, @lordcaptains, @captastra, and anyone else who wants to do it!

Anti Propaganda Under the Cut

Name: Casimira von Valancius (Iocanthos af Calixis, if you want to be formal about it)

Gender: Woman

Sexuality: Bisexual (menace)

Semi-feral backwater goblin in a nice outfit and shiny face plates.

Practicing Xenoheretic with no chance of rehabilitation. Lets them live on her planets and everything.

Have you tortured anyone? Her or anyone else? Do you hold a social position that makes you her natural adversary? Have you alluded to participating in criminal activities of an unsavory, xenoheretical, and/or violent nature? Congrats, she is already in love with you. You will have a spring wedding, don't be late.

Has the world's most minor case of "Chaos goblin for me, control freak for thee." This trait has had absolutely no bearing on her current or former romantic relationships, she swears.

Genuinely believes being one of the better Rogue Traders around means she can have a little Feasting in the Lower Decks, as a treat. And she's right.

#tag games #casimira von valancius

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harringtonswriting · 2 years

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the one where chaos comes out to play | s.h.

summary: steve hates thursdays, and thursdays hate steve. today is no exception, except that the green goblin has decided to try and hurt him in a brand new way, and steve isn't sure he can keep going if the worst comes to pass (modern!au; spidey!steve universe) pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader word count: 7.4k warning(s): language; some violence (fight scenes); mentions of injuries/blood notes: HI HELLO ITS SPIDEY!STEVE TIME !!!! thank u all for being so patient; i know this is much longer than normal but i was SO excited for it and i loved the idea!! thank u to the two anons who requested this; i kind of combined the two requests into one, i hope that's okay! also it's the first real introduction for a villain, and there's plenty more to come... i hope you enjoy!!

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Steve thought he’d been careful. Always did his best to be as careful and as conspicuous as he can where the people he loves are concerned so that nothing about his activities as Spider-Man could be traced back to them. He doesn’t swing Robin to work in costume when she’s running late; he only rescues Ozzy from the roof of Eddie’s building when absolutely necessary (which probably happens more often than it should, but the fuzzball loves it when Steve makes a web-sling to carry him around in); and he does everything possible to keep the dangers of his life as Spider-Man away from you. In public, at least.

But in private? He’s at your place all the time. Probably too often, considering how much he pays in rent for his place across the hall from you, but as long as he gets to spend time with you he won’t complain (to you, but Robin isn’t quite so lucky considering she lives with him). Ever since he’d first seen you the day he moved into his crappy little apartment in this too old building, when you peeked out at him carrying too many boxes at once, he’d decided he needed to get to know you (which he did, with all the ups and downs that came with it). Now you’re one of his best friends, one of the few people who know he’s Spider-Man, someone he cherishes totally and completely (though he’ll deny it because having you in his life as a friend is enough, at least for now), and also someone he’d never, ever risk getting hurt.

But Steve must have slipped up at some point, and the universe really decided to make him pay for it. Steve and you.

It’s a Thursday. Nothing good ever happens on a Thursday, not for Steve; he’s pretty sure he was brought into this world on a Thursday, and it always seems like the universe is trying to take him out on the same day. It’s usually the day that he’s stuck running around after crazed supervillains who want to destroy half the city because it’s Thursday and that’s just what they wanna do on Thursdays for shits and giggles. Like today, with the Green Goblin playing explosion tag with him and yelling out nonsense.

Okay, well, it was actually something like, “Heroism is a fool’s errand!” and, “Chaos will destroy everything you love!” But honestly, this is the third time this month that the Green Goblin has pulled something like this and Steve is very quickly running out of patience. This time, though, it’s harder than normal for Steve to try and keep the villain contained in a single area of the city. It almost feels as if Goblin is toying with him, more so than usual, and is trying to lead Steve into something.

Steve’s wary of the psychotically jolly green man on a good day; despite not being as superpowered as some of the other bad guys Steve sees on the regular, Goblin learns and observes and always manages to have some kind of ace up his sleeve. And today, the taunts he gets as he tries to bring the villain down are just that much more smug than usual; Goblin also has some new gadgets, which includes a pumpkin bomb that turns into a small flying bladed monstrosity that hurts like a bitch when they make contact with him. This suit is already torn up and Steve is going to have a hell of a time repairing it, if it even can be repaired at this point. And this one is new, too… Thursdays really suck.

So here Steve is, using his webs to grab a large chunk of the side of a building and fling it away from a group of terrified bystanders on the sidewalk and up onto the roof of a nearby building—well, onto the rooftop garden that’s probably going to need to be re-landscaped, but it had entirely too many topiaries for Steve’s taste so he figures he’s doing them a favour. They’ll save a ton on having to get them removed, and maybe now they can put in a rooftop pool with the new hole they’ll have.

One of these days he’s gonna get sued for property damage, but today is (hopefully) not that day, so he swings back towards the Green Goblin, who’s currently hovering near a rooftop down the block. Steve makes sure that the bystanders are out of harm’s way for now (though he’s sure he’s going to read all about how he’s the one who put them in danger in tomorrow’s edition of the Daily Bugle) before he sends out some webs with a thwip! to swing himself towards the roof that Goblin is currently hovering over. Only this time, unlike every other time Steve has gotten close enough to land a clean hit, the green menace doesn’t try to leave his position. It’s more than a little odd, but Steve hopes that maybe it means his Thursday is taking a turn for the better.

It’s not.

As Steve swings closer, Goblin lets out a loud, ear-splitting cackle behind the creepy mask that he somehow thinks is a good fashion choice as he swoops down towards the roof. Steve throws out another line of webbing, swinging himself up to get a clearer view of what’s going on. The Green Goblin is grabbing something—or someone, Steve realizes, who’d been on that rooftop.

He feels it at the base of his skull, tingling and quivering both down through his spine and up through his head. Something is way off, worse than he’s felt in a long time, and his Spidey-Sense is warning him that something really bad is about to happen really quickly. The quip he’d been holding onto, something really great about how if Green Goblin was having problems with his glider, they make pills for that now, dies in his throat. Steve lands on the side of an adjacent building, watching Goblin fly up holding the person from the roof.

It’s you.

Steve feels as if the wind has been knocked out of him, seeing the Green Goblin holding you up by the throat to dangle you over the edge of his glider. All sound around him immediately stops, save for the frantic sound of his own heart hammering and thumping against his ribcage, aiming to shatter it. That would probably hurt less, he thinks, than seeing how terrified you look right now. Your wrists are bound together in front of you in a way Steve can’t imagine is very comfortable, and he has to take some very deep breaths through his nose to stop himself from screaming your name.

Why are you here? Why does Goblin have you? How long has he had you? A million and one questions are running through Steve’s head, faster than usual, almost too fast to keep up with. You’re in your work clothes, though they’re beyond rumpled and a little torn now; did Goblin grab you at work? On your home from work? From the apartment building? God, Steve really hopes Goblin doesn’t know where you live; if he’s taken away the safety of your home from you, Steve doesn’t know what he can do to fix that.

How did anyone link you back to Steve? He’s been careful, he thought he’d been so careful to keep you out of his life. Does the Goblin know who Steve really is? Oh god, what does that mean for you? For Robin or Eddie, or Dustin or Max or Nancy, or anyone else who’s connected to Steve Harrington? Shit, he’s gotta get this figured out fast.

He’s never been more thankful than he is now that his mask covers his entire face, because he’s really not sure he could hide the emotions he’s sure are twisting and contorting his features. What started out as cold fear trickling down his back and into his stomach has partially turned to molten hot anger is thrumming through his chest; it makes for an odd combination of sensations while his mind is trying to put together any kind of plan to get you away from here and somewhere, anywhere, that’s safe.

“Let her go, Goblin!” Steve is trying to keep his tone as even as he can, hoping that the desperation he’s feeling isn’t obvious enough in his voice that the Green Goblin will pick up on it. He moves one hand up, getting ready to swing closer when the Goblin rises a bit higher in the air on his glider and holds out the hand not currently wrapped around your neck.

“Ah, ah, ah, Spider-Man! Come any closer and my hand may just slip,” the Goblin taunts, his hand loosening slightly on your neck as he pretends to almost drop you. Or maybe he’s not pretending; that guy’s mind is a bag full of barn cats on a good day, and today is not a very good day at all. You can’t help the noise you make, a strangled sort of shriek, as your fingers scramble to find purchase and hold onto the wrist of the hand that’s holding you up. It’s not very easy with your wrists bound, Steve imagines, but you do your best. He sees the kick you send in Goblin’s direction, which is more than likely intended to harm rather than help your balance, and there’s a tiny prick of fondness to Steve’s heart. That’s his girl. Well, okay, not his, per se, but close enough.

“Take it easy, Gobbie, I’m gonna stay right here.” For now. That stays unspoken, but Steve is trying to look for any opportunity to get you out of there. “You know, there are much better ways to make friends than this if you’re feeling lonely, y’know, that don’t reek of desperation and eau de jolly green giant.”

“I’ve been watching you, Spider-Man,” the Green Goblin says, hovering a little higher and putting his free hand behind his back as he ignores Steve’s jab at him. Which is a pity, really, because Steve was hoping it might start something and Steve could make him mad enough to put you back down on the roof and out of harm’s way. “And I’ve noticed that you’ve come to her aid more than a few times.”

Shit. Okay. That’s not what Steve was expecting. The Green Goblin has been spying on him, which is a weird enough concept, but he’s been paying close enough attention to pick you out of crowds of people that Steve has saved. He thought he’d been more careful than that; but when he thinks back on it, he realizes that there’ve been at least two incidents this month where you’d been caught up in something he’s taken care of as Spider-Man, and definitely once or twice that you’ve covered for him as Steve so he could go save the day. And Goblin had been watching, had been able to see you and connect you to Spider-Man. That has Steve’s stomach twisting, and he can’t help fidgeting as he tries to think up an excuse fast enough.

“It’s my job to save people, Gobbie. You know, you put them in danger and I rescue them, usually looking dashing in the process,” Steve fires back, gesticulating with one hand. He’s trying to be as nonchalant as he can, and he really hopes it’s working. He really needs to break that mask Green Goblin is wearing, and any other spares he’s got, because being unable to read his facial expressions would be very helpful in situations like this. Plus, it’s absolutely the stuff of nightmares and Steve could save a lot of people a lot of money on therapy bills if he smashed it to pieces. Maybe then he’d get a good piece of news printed about him. “Maybe she just hangs out in bad parts of the city. Or maybe bad guys think she’s good looking. You and I both know Kingpin’s henchmen always go for pretty people; they aren’t on the deep end of the gene pool.”

“I told you that I don’t know Spider-Man!” you yell out as best you can, though your voice sounds more than a little strained to Steve. He’s gotta make a move and he’s gotta do it sooner rather than later because he needs to get you as far away from here as possible.

“Hmm… so you don’t care what happens to her, then?” Goblin asks, and he loosens his grip once more. Steve reaches forward, unable to help himself as he reacts on instinct. You shriek again, kicking out and catching the Green Goblin on his side. He growls at you, flying up a little higher before turning back to Steve. “Then it’s time to choose, Spider-Boy!” Goblin says, cackling loudly. “Will you save her?” His hand tightens around your throat, and the pained noise you make has Steve’s jaw clenching. “Or will you save them?”

Goblin’s free hand, which Steve had not been looking at as closely as he should have been while you’re in danger, comes out from behind his back holding three pumpkin bombs. He waves that hand towards what Steve sees is a group of civilians, standing down below and watching this interaction like it’s some kind of sport to them.

His stomach twists and his chest tightens as his Spidey-Sense goes absolutely haywire. Shit. Shit. How is he supposed to choose between the people down there and you? Can he save everyone? He has to save everyone, he’s Spider-Man.

He’s not given time to make an actual choice, however, because Green Goblin is throwing the pumpkin bombs and then the hand he has around your throat disappears. You start to fall down towards the street below and Steve realizes that he’s going to have to move faster than he’s ever had to before because he absolutely can’t lose you. Not like this, not ever.

He lunges forward in your direction, pushing himself off the wall to give himself as much momentum as he can. While he’s soaring through the air, trying to position himself to be able to catch you, he launches some webs with his right hand up towards the three flying pumpkin bombs. He’s trying to web them together, hopefully turning them into one bigger webby blob ball to better keep track of them—and to make sure they get back to the place they came from.

He manages to catch the first two and lump them together as the blinking green lights on the front of the bombs start speeding up. When they stop blinking completely, that’s when they blow up; Steve knows that from unfortunate personal experience. His eyebrows haven’t been the same since that last time. He shoots another web to grab the third, bringing them all together as he manages to catch up to where you’re currently falling.

Steve tries to be as gentle as he can as he uses his free hand to grab you around your waist, but he’s pretty sure there’ll be bruises there tomorrow. He’ll feel bad about that once the two of you get out of this, because right now your safety is his priority and he needs to make sure you get out of this. He slips your arms around his neck, turning your bodies as best he can so that he’s below you and looking up at the twistedly jolly masked face of the Goblin.

Now’s his chance. Steve swings the ball in the direction of where the Goblin is flying confidently above the two of you, as hard and as fast as he can before releasing the web strand. As soon as he’s done that, as quickly as he can, Steve shoots another web up to tether the two of you to a balcony on the side of the building. He feels your arms tighten around his neck as the web helps slow your fall, and he feels a small wave of relief settle over his shoulders as the two of you hit the ground.

He’s about to open his mouth and say something when there’s a very loud BOOM! from up above, followed by a shriek. Yeah, that had to hurt. Which Steve really hoped it did. But if it didn’t… Well, Steve was going to make sure Goblin knew what it felt like to hurt. And he was going to do it now, before the jolly green bastard had a chance to run away.

He removes your arms from their spot around his neck and makes sure that you’re steady on your feet before he rips the rope binding your wrists. He makes sure to keep his touch gentle as he takes hold of your shoulders, looking at you through his mask.

“Get somewhere safe!” he urges you. You open your mouth, looking as if you want to say something, but he shakes his head. “Now!” His tone leaves zero room for argument, and while he regrets seeing the way it causes your forehead to furrow and your posture to shrink, he will not let you get hurt again.

You nod, and then you’re turning to find somewhere to take cover until this is over. Steve watches you go before he turns to look up towards the roof of the building. He can see Goblin, looking much worse for wear, trying to ride a rapidly smoking and sparking glider. Definitely not having fun, and Steve is not going to let this guy get away.

Steve shoots two webs, one from each hand, at two balconies on the top floor of the building. He walks backwards as quickly as he can to pull the webs taut. Then he lets go of each simultaneously as he jumps up, letting them slingshot him up as fast as possible so that he can launch himself directly at the flying green menace. He manages to land a kick to Goblin’s stomach, knocking him off his glider. The two of them crash down onto the roof of the building and Steve takes advantage of the element of surprise he gains to make sure he lands on top of the villain to pin him down and start throwing punches wherever they’ll land.

Steve chooses to let the rage he felt earlier bubble back up to the surface as his fists start cracking against Goblin’s helmet, his shoulders, his chest… anything that he can reach, he hits. Steve thinks about the terrified look on your face, about the noises you made with the Green Goblin’s hand around your throat, about what would have happened if he hadn’t caught you in time… He keeps punching until his arm aches and he’s sure his knuckles have split and he can see the blood splattered across the rooftop underneath them. Goblin’s helmet has cracked and split, small chunks of it littering the rooftop beneath his head. There’s a chunk missing now, and Steve can’t find it in himself to be anything other than overwhelmingly furious. Both at Goblin and at himself.

Steve pauses, just for a second, when he sees something glinting where the chunk of the mask is missing. He looks closer, and when he does, he catches sight of one pale blue eye staring back up at him before smoke starts to cloud his vision.

Shit. Green Goblin let off a smoke bomb. Steve is taken by surprise, and starts to cough as he feels smoke enter his lungs. He tries to clear the smoke away with his hands, but it’s coming fast and thick from below him and it’s not letting up. He shifts, closing his eyes, and that’s when he feels an elbow catch him in the cheek before he’s knocked off of the Green Goblin. He makes contact with the concrete of the roof and damn, that hurts. He groans, still coughing, but as he opens his eyes he notices the smoke start to dissipate. He gets up, trying to wave it away, and as he does so he sees that Goblin has gotten back on his glider and is currently flying away.

Damn it. Steve falls back onto his butt on the rooftop, breathing a little easier now that the smoke is dissipating, though he’s still frustrated that Goblin got away. Thursdays really are the worst.

He doesn’t stay down long, though, because he can hear the sound of sirens getting closer and he really does not want to stick around to have to deal with any cops today. He doesn’t have the most patience for them on a good day, and since today is not a good day, he’s going to avoid that mess as best he can.

As the sirens get louder, Steve scrambles over to the side of the roof to peer down. He catches sight of the police cars coming in fast, and sees the crowd down on the streets has started to get bigger now that the Green Goblin has taken off to lick his wounds. And among the crowd, he manages to pick you out. Relief washes over him like he’s taken a drink of something warm on a very cold day (which he absolutely wants to do later, hot chocolate is calling his name). It eases the knots in his chest, especially as he sees you walking out of the area and in the direction of your shared apartment building.

You’re safe. You stayed behind instead of leaving, but you’re okay and you’re heading in the direction of home. And he’s gonna meet you there to make sure you’re okay—or get you the help you need if you’re not. Which he knows he’ll have Robin’s backup on too (though she probably won’t be too happy if she sees he’s bruised and bloody, too).

He moves back from the edge of the roof, moving to the other side to jump a few buildings over as discreetly as he can in red and blue spandex. He knows he’s got an old backpack with some spare clothes in it around here somewhere that he’s going to change into; after what just happened, with Green Goblin linking you to Spider-Man, he doesn’t want to take any risks that might lead someone back to where you both live. Not after today, after being slapped in the face with the reality of how dangerous his life is.

Aha, there it is! Steve finds one of his backpacks webbed behind some shrubbery, and he’s quick to grab it and start going through the contents. God, is he ever thankful for his own forgetfulness right now. He’s got to have an embarrassingly high number of backpacks, duffle bags, gym bags, and the like hiding all over the city at this point, and he’s glad he remembered this one. It’s got a full outfit in it, thankfully, as well as an old set of keys he thought he’d lost; it’s the one with the ‘Let’s go, Lesbians!’ keychain Robin had given him, which he hadn’t told her was missing so this works in his favour.

He jumps down off the roof, bag in hand, and ducks into a secluded alleyway to change out of his suit as quickly and inconspicuously as he can (though he does end up hopping around quite a bit trying to get his torn up suit off and his jeans on). He packs his suit into the backpack before he’s shrugging it onto his shoulders and dipping out of the alley to make his way home.

He gets there pretty quickly, though you’re nowhere in sight as he bounds up the steps to the building and uses his keys to let himself in. Steve moves through the lobby, groaning as he sees that unfortunately, the elevators are still out of service. He hasn’t had time to completely take stock of all his injuries yet, but he knows from his walk to the building that his right leg is not gonna like having to climb five flights of stairs. But you’re upstairs, and Robin probably is too, and he needs to see you and make sure you’re alright. So he takes a deep breath and starts to climb the stairs.

By the time he makes it up to the floor your apartments are on, he’s just a little out of breath and his right thigh absolutely hates him. But he makes it, and that’s what matters, so Steve makes his way to where your door and his door sit across the hall from each other. He’s not exactly sure if you would have gone to your own apartment first, so he makes his way to your door and presses his ear against it. He really hopes none of the neighbours decide to leave their apartments or look out into the hall because this will look really weird. Not the weirdest thing Steve’s done since he moved in here, but still.

He doesn’t hear anything on the other side of the door. He waits for a few more minutes, just to be sure, before he moves away from your door and heads to his. Now he can hear voices, low and muted behind the surprisingly sturdy wood of the door, as he fishes his keys back out of his pocket and uses them to unlock the door. He pushes it open, stumbling slightly over the lip in the doorway as he comes inside.

As Steve closes the door behind him and toes his own shoes off, he catches sight of Robin’s boots and your shoes sitting haphazardly on the mat by the door. The relief that washes over him is immediate, knowing you made it home and you’re here with Robin, who will absolutely make sure that you’re okay. The fact that your shoes are still here means that you’re not hurt enough to need to go to the hospital, which eases the knots in his stomach just a bit. He absolutely doesn’t know what he’d do if he was the reason you ended up in a hospital.

He drops his bag by the door and hangs up his keys on their hook before he makes his way down the small front hall and into the living room. As he rounds the corner and the living room comes into sight, he sees Robin perched on the coffee table, directly in front of where he sees you sitting on their armchair. Both of you are looking in his direction, and he tries to offer up a smile as he walks fully into the room and raises one hand in a wave.

“Steven Augustus Harrington!” Robin yells, getting up off the coffee table (barely managing to avoid knocking over the Lego flowers that Will had given them as a housewarming gift) to stomp over to him. The effect is slightly undermined by the giant fuzzy bumblebee slippers she’s wearing, and Steve sighs as fond exasperation for his best friend and roommate wins over any annoyance he feels. You stay seated, albeit perched on the edge of the chair, but Steve can see the way your shoulders go from being up near your ears to slumping down to where they normally rest that you’re relieved to see him, too.

“That’s not my name,” he tells her, but she disregards it with a wave of her hand. Her nose is scrunched and her eyebrows are furrowed as she starts looking him over.

“What the fuck, Steve? Are you okay?” she asks, before she starts going off on him about personal safety and not to rush into danger like that—he’s not exactly paying as close attention as he probably should be. He’s assuming she either found out what happened from you or online—he knows she’s got alerts set up for any news stories or social media posts about Spider-Man (which he knows because every time that stupid #SpideyFails account posts she’s gotta share it with all of their friends). But Steve doesn’t really want to talk about himself or how badly that fight with the Green Goblin went right now; he’d much rather make sure you’re okay, find out what happened and just… he wants to talk to you. He needs to talk to you. To make sure you’re okay; you’re quiet, too quiet, and the more time goes by the more worried he’s getting.

“Robin, I’m fine,” he assures her, though the little line between her eyebrows only gets deeper as she stares at him. Steve rolls his eyes and nods his head in the direction of her bedroom door. She tilts her head to the side, and Steve gestures a little more forcefully, hoping she’ll take the hint that he wants some privacy with you. Robin raises an eyebrow, and Steve nods again, this time in your direction

He sees realization spread across Robin’s face, and she turns to look at you. You’d been staring at them, Steve realizes, and you look away when they both meet your gaze. Robin shakes her head slightly, walking in your direction. She gently places a hand on your shoulder and rubs it before she grabs the first aid kit Steve hadn’t realized was on the coffee table, throwing it at Steve. He barely manages to catch it, fumbling it a bit before he’s sure he won’t drop it.

“Use your tingle next time, dingus!” she says, shuffling off in her fuzzy bumblebee slippers. She disappears into her room, closing the door behind her with a very audible click of her lock. Which leaves Steve alone in the living room with you.

He makes his way over to where Robin was sitting earlier, plunking himself down on the edge of the coffee table. His right leg absolutely does not like that, but it’ll heal soon enough. He’s close enough that his knees brush against yours, and despite the worry weighing his shoulders down, he feels his cheeks get warm at how close he is to you. Your eyes meet his, and he tries to smile at you.

“Hey,” he says, fingers tapping against the first aid box he’s keeping in his lap. You don’t smile back, but you do take a deep breath.

“Hey,” you greet back, and to Steve’s ears your voice sounds more than a little strained, and a bit too raspy for his liking. That’s when he starts to look you over more closely, taking stock of your injuries.

His heart falls because you’re hurt worse than he thought. Sure, he was expecting some cuts and bruises, but he didn’t know you were this hurt. There’s harsh bruising that’s starting to appear on your neck–that’s where Goblin was holding you. Where his hands were wrapped around your neck, holding you in the air before he dropped you. When Steve closes his eyes, he can still hear your screams, can still see how you look plummeting through the air while he tries to reach you. He swallows the saliva starting to gather in his mouth because that image is going to be one that sticks with him whether he wants it to or not.

There are some other cuts and bruises he can see as well, on your face and on your hands, and he’s pretty sure your work clothes probably won’t be workplace acceptable anymore. He makes a mental note to take you to buy new ones as soon as he gets his next pay, even though you’ll try to refuse them and tell him it’s not his fault your clothes are ruined.

Except it is. In this case, it is Steve’s fault. His being Spider-Man has put you in danger and he’ll do everything he can to make up for it. And he’s going to start now, by helping clean you up. He opens the first aid kit in his hands, pulling out some disinfectant and some gauze and bandages. “Can I…?” he asks. He looks between them and you, and you nod your head so he starts to get to work.

He cleans the cuts on your face first, wiping the blood off your cheeks and your chin before he starts disinfecting the small cuts there. Your nose scrunches up in pain, and he apologizes quietly for any pain he’s causing you. His heart is beating erratically against his ribcage and his hands tremble slightly as he works, but he does his best to help you.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before he has to ask, “Why did you stay? I told you to get somewhere safe.” Because the thought of you being in any more danger than you’d originally been in isn’t a good one; if anything had happened to you afterwards, if Steve had been paying attention and not gotten hit in the face with a smoke bomb and the fight had spilled out off the rooftop again and put you in harm’s way again… he doesn’t want to think about it. His brain, though, still hates him and makes him imagine it anyway. He presses a bandaid on your cheek before he starts cleaning the bruise on your neck.

“I needed to make sure you were okay.” You scoot closer to Steve, close enough that he can count the eyelashes on your lower lash line. He can smell the dirt and the blood on you, mixing with the faint scent of your shampoo and body wash. But your words make his gut twist.

“No you didn’t!” His words come out a little louder and a little more forceful than he means, but he’s starting to feel frustration thrum through his body, warming him in a way that has his chest start to burn. Hearing those words come out of you any other time would probably have had the opposite effect on him; you needed to make sure he’s okay? Caring about him like that? It’s probably friendly, but it’d have Steve smiling the rest of the day. Right now, though, he’s not happy to hear you say that “You needed to get out of there. Goblin is dangerous, you can’t be around him!”

Steve drops the medical supplies back into the first aid kit on his lap, reaching his hands up to tangle in his hair instead. It’s knotty; that happens sometimes, when he shoves it under the mask without brushing it or after he gets it wet, and he winces as his fingers encounter a particularly bad tangle. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back in the armchair.

“You have no right to lecture me when I’ve thought I was gonna lose you more times than I can count!” Your voice is rising in pitch, but Steve stays firm where he is. “How many times have I had to see, on the news or on Twitter, that you were getting thrown around by Doc Ock? Or blown up by Green Goblin? And I’m not even going to talk about the giant lizard you chased through the sewers last week!” Yeah, the lizard guy was a relatively new bad guy that no one had believed Steve about until he managed to get the creature to come up onto the street. This one was probably gonna be smelly. “And then you show up at my window, bleeding and half-dead, and I’m supposed to clean you up and be okay with that?”

One of your hands comes to push against his chest, a line appearing between your eyebrows as you frown at him. He feels the warmth spread further as he gets more frustrated because you’re not getting that this is what Steve does, this is what it means to be Spider-Man. He needs to protect people from being blown up or turned into lizards. Would you want to be a lizard? He doesn’t think so. You’d probably be a pretty lizard, potentially, but he’s not sure he wants to see that.

“Yes, because I can take it! I am the one who got bit by that stupid spider, not you!” Which is the truth; Steve knows he can take a beating and keep on going; it’s one of the few good things that came out of that visit to the CreelCorp plant. Yeah, maybe he lets himself go a bit too far sometimes, but it’s to protect the people of the city, and the people he loves. It’s to protect you, and if he loses a little (or a lot of) blood and has a broken bone or four, then it’s worth it. It’ll always be worth it to him. But apparently not to you, because you throw your hands up in the air.

“So? Why does that matter right now?”

“Because I almost lost you!” The flood gates open, and words come pouring out of Steve’s mouth before he can think to stop himself. “I could have lost you, and when I saw Goblin with you I thought I was going to lose you and I could never live with myself if that happened. If I lose you then there’s no point! The mask, the suit, everything! I won't keep going without you. The world can live without Spider-Man but I could never live without you!”

This is not how Steve wanted to do this. Hell, he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to tell you how he really felt about you because the thought of you not feeling the same and pulling away from him if he confessed? Not a good one. He never wanted to lose you in any capacity, but after having this happen he can’t keep it inside anymore. Really, you deserved better; you deserve someone who can keep you safe, whose entire existence doesn’t put you in danger. You deserve someone who can give you all the time and attention you could ever want, and probably wouldn’t run the risk of getting blown up or stabbed or missing your birthday because of a lizard who wants to give the city a cold-blooded makeover (which is, unfortunately, a very real possibility these days).

But god, does Steve love you. His chest aches with how much he loves you, how much he wants to hold you close and keep you safe. How much he hates himself for letting this happen to you, for letting you get hurt and letting himself be stupid enough to not realize what the Green Goblin had been doing. You were always there for him, letting him crawl through your bedroom window and ruin your rugs as you patch him up; letting him stay over at yours so he doesn’t worry Robin more than he already does. You take care of him, and you see him as both Steve and Spider-Man without treating him any differently. You’re witty and funny and kind, and you don’t treat him any differently knowing who he is and what he can do. And he’d never, ever want to live without you. He couldn’t do it, because he’s absolutely sure his heart only exists to beat for you, to tattoo your name across his ribcage. And he’d never want things to be any different.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts, though, by something tugging him forward before his lips are meeting something soft and warm. It takes his brain a second to catch up with his body, though.

Oh.

You’re kissing him. Steve is pretty sure his Spidey-Sense combusts completely along with his brain because your lips are on his and one of your hands is fisted in the front of his shirt. He’s not completely sure he isn’t dreaming until his right thigh bumps against the coffee table as he moves forward, leaning into the kiss, and it stings. Pain has never made him feel so giddy.

He’s awake. You’re kissing him, and this is real, and all the frustration Steve had been holding onto melts into fondness, into giddy excitement as his lips move against yours. They fit together better than he could have imagined.

One of his hands comes up to brush against your neck on its way to cup your cheek, and he feels you flinch. Oh, god, your neck. He’d completely forgotten about the bruising while he was caught up in the whirlwind of finally being able to kiss you.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologizes, but you shush him. Your one hand is still gripping his shirt tightly, but your other comes up to push his hair out of his face. Your touch is gentle, the pads of your fingers feather light against his forehead, and he leans into your touch.

“S’okay, it’s not your fault,” you tell him. He presses his forehead to yours, panting slightly as your warm breath fans across his face. “Did you mean that? What you said about losing me?” Steve nods, and for the first time since this messy Thursday started Steve starts to feel like maybe the day isn’t so terrible because he sees a smile start stretching across your face. You’re here, you’re alive, and you kissed him. And he absolutely word vomited his feelings all over you, but you’re still here. And you kissed him. Did he mention that already? Yeah, he’s gonna think about that for a while.

“I’ll always do everything I can to protect you. I’d do anything for you,” he assures you, before continuing, “I promise I meant it. All of it.”

The way your eyes sparkle and he can see you perk up and look so much more like yourself as he says that has Steve feeling like the stick of butter he accidentally left on the stove the other day when he turned it on to make dinner; warm and melty. He loves it. “Me too,” you tell him. “I feel the same for you.”

The kiss had kind of confirmed that, but hearing it out loud seals the deal. Steve loves you, you at the very least like him like him, and he got to kiss you once. He wants to do that more than once, and right now seems like a fantastic time. But right as he goes in to take some initiative of his own and kiss you this time, Robin’s door flies open and she comes tumbling out into the living room. Steve jumps, his knees smashing into yours as he almost falls backwards onto the coffee table. You lean back in the chair too, looking over at Robin, who gets up and dusts herself off. Steve sees she has her phone in her hand, and her cheeks are bright pink as she stares at the two of you with her mouth agape.

“Oh my god, were you two finally about to kiss?” she asks, and Steve groans loudly because the moment is officially ruined. He was so close, too! God, yeah, Thursdays really do suck.

“Damn it, Robin!” he yells, dropping his face into his hands.

“No, no, pretend I’m not here! Go ahead!”

“We’re not gonna kiss with you watching! That’s weird!”

“No it’s not!” Robin insists. You shake your head, watching the two of them going back and forth. “Ugh, this is so unfair! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen?”

“Not as long as me, I promise you that!” He moves one hand off of his face to throw a roll of soft bandages in Robin’s direction. It doesn’t sound like it connects, but he’ll get her back for this later.

He hears your phone start buzzing so much it falls off the arm of the chair. Steve doesn’t even want to know what kind of messages he’s getting right now and is absolutely glad his phone is somewhere on a rooftop right now. He swears he’s gonna end up blocking Dustin and Eddie again, and this time they’ll stay blocked for at least a whole day. Maybe two.

But he’ll definitely sneak in through your window later tonight, if you’ll let him, and steal a kiss of his own. The first of many, he hopes, and he can’t help the giddy smile on his face at the thought.

Yeah, Thursdays suck hard. But this one is definitely better than most.

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The Future Avengers Harry Osborn Post

for you @probablynotkat because you requested it

I will preface this by saying that this is my Personal Opinion of what I'd wanna see from an actual FA Harry Osborn arc. I'm not trying to go for comic accuracy here, this probably isn't super comic accurate at all, but I am someone who likes seeing marvel media do new things with its characters.

My vision of FA Harry is that instead of avenging Norman, his arc revolves around his belief that the Avengers are shit heroes that need to be done away with, but unlike Norman, who wanted to outlaw them just cause chaos, Harry genuinely believes all they do is cause problems. And from his perspective, he has valid reason to believe this. There is a literal worldwide broadcast in which a guy from the moon says he's gonna destroy Earth and its all the Avengers' fault, I sincerely doubt Harry has any of the context for that. I also do this because we Sort Of already got evil guy trying to avenge his evil father in this show. It lasted one episode, but even so, I feel like Harry’s arc being about avenging Norman would feel like a repeat of that.

I think Harry is also being fueled by a lot of anger towards his life here. I've always imagined him being like barely 18 when Norman got arrested, forced to drop out of school to take over Oscorp, and is now just really unhappy. He hates Norman not only for who he was and how awful of a parent he was, but for the fact that Norman leaving his life made things worse. It pisses him off. He hates knowing Norman was right that he'd always need him.

I mentioned this in the tags of another post, but Bruno is the main guy who would be trying to help him alongside Peter here. The Avengers aren't Awful in this show don't get me wrong but there's many things they don't handle well. ie. Pulling up on a 13 year old boy fully armed and ready to go just cause they Think he was behind all the kaiju attacks, without even letting Makoto talk to him. ie. Tony genuinely seriously considering letting the government imprison the inhumansjusy to avoid trouble. ie. Tony genuinely seriously considering letting the government ARREST KAMALA to 'make a statement.' Tony kind of sucks in this show. Anyway. I could see him and some of the other Avengers being like well this is just like the other kid who was trying to avenge his dad whose name I cannot remember. He's probably just like Norman. Just, not really putting much thought into yknow. And then you have Bruno who is more just confused. Him not being present for the green goblin bullshit really helps here because he doesn't see a guy being as bad a his father, he sees a guy who is genuinely hurting after his life has gone to shit. He gets it because he knows what it's like to be in pain like that and have no one to turn to about it. I think once Harry is revealed to be [insert villain name here because he is Not calling himself any sort of goblin], Bruno and Peter are the main driving forces to help Harry towards a redemption arc. This would also help the Avengers realize that yeah, they do kinda need to do better. Harry may not know everything about what the Avengers have had to go through throughout the show but he has some good points nonetheless.

Another thing I've thought about is Harry getting on Tony's case for letting the Future Avengers exist at all. Considering they are. Children. In his eyes, someone younger than him should Not be fighting literal wars for Earth. And it's a complicated topic because 1. The kids had Literally nowhere else to go 2. They are the ones who chose this life. Tony was actively against the idea of letting them join the team. It could lead to a brief arc of the kids wondering if they chose to keep fighting because it was right, or if it's just what they were used to, because they were raised as child soldiers. I think at the end of things, though, Harry would come to realize that regardless of what he feels is right, this was their choice, no one else's, and he needs to respect it

Overall Harry is just trying to do what he feels is right, but he's also very troubled and sort of just needs help. Do I see this being something that would actually happen in a hypothetical future season? It depends, MFA can be very hit or miss with its storylines, and as likely as it is for Harry to be larger villain, it's just as likely for him to be a one off character that either never shows up again, or gets brief cameos like Peter or Kei. Really just depends on how the writers decide to approach and how he'd fit into the season as a whole. Anyway, thank you for coming to my rant

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Down but Not Out

Fabian didn’t mean to be rude by ignoring Acting Director Goldenhoard’s eulogy, but it seemed like he couldn’t pay attention to much of anything these days.

Sitting in a crowd of his co-workers, they all listened to Goldenhoard’s solemn words. Or at least, Fabian tried to. But the candid picture next to his podium, of a handsome Goblin with curly hair and a wry smile, only made it worse. An empty hollowness had filled his chest and refused to leave. Not since he watched his partner, Agent Riz Gukgak, die on his mission not two weeks ago.

As his mission support, he was the agent back at HQ in Riz’s earpiece that always watched his six. Feeding him any information he could to help him complete his mission. Or he was supposed to, but apparently, he was pretty shit at his job since Gukgak was dead with not even a body to recover.

They’d gotten bad intelligence somehow and Fabian hadn’t realized it until Riz was already being ambushed by KVX’s mercs. It had all happened so fast. He had tried to guide Riz through all the chaos of bullets and knives. And he’d almost gotten out too, but he’d failed a saving throw against some kind of bullshit faerie magic.

The last thing Fabian saw before Riz’s hidden camera broke was a ginger-haired pixie hovering over Riz’s prone body. The tiny man had listed off the names of a dozen of SSIS’ currently active agents and then nothing. Black. Fabian burst from his seat in HQ to sprint to their divination unit. Demanding that one of them cast Scry on Gukgak immediately and, when that didn’t work, for someone to rush to his last known location to cast Locate Creature on him.

It had all been in vain. Riz was dead. And if Fabian had been smarter, had realized that they’d been tricked and led into a trap, he’d still be alive.

Fabian wasn’t even supposed to have this job.

Once upon a time, he was a field agent too.

Years ago, he was suspended from going out into the field. A mission on Leviathan gone wrong. The director had expected him to take a six-month sabbatical until he could go through retraining. But he refused to wait that long. He showed up to work every day for a month before the higher-ups cracked. Realizing that he’d be kicking around HQ, annoying the shit out of people if they didn’t give him something to do, the director’s solution was to train him in mission support.

At first, Fabian pushed back against it hard. Being very publicly disallowed from going on any mission was already embarrassing enough. The thought of essentially being demoted to a desk job was even worse. Sure, they assured him that it was only temporary and something to keep his mind sharp. But on his first day of training, he had a sinking feeling that they’d never trust him with another mission ever again.

Nevertheless, Fabian showed up every day to learn how to support an agent best. Of which he did have a few opinions on himself, though he was encouraged to stick to the, ugh, manual. It was a slog and a grind until the day they decided to test out his skills with an actual agent. Pairing him up with a fresh-faced legacy agent, Riz Gukgak. And while his enthusiasm was a bit much at first, the test missions Fabian supported him through went well. A fact that surprised almost everyone, Fabian included, but not Riz.

For whatever reason, he had his full confidence in Fabian’s newfound abilities. He even mentioned that during their celebratory drink after their first successful real mission. Clinking glasses of champagne, Riz had said with a wistful smile that he’d miss Fabian in his ear. You know, once his suspension was up. Fabian found himself agreeing. It would be a shame.

Throughout this experiment of sorts, he’d found that he had a knack for tactics and maneuvers and getting Riz in and out of trouble. He didn’t have to be in the proverbial spotlight. He could get just as much, if not more, satisfaction from guiding Riz to success. Not to mention the fact that Riz had slowly grown on him to the point that when his six months were up.

He almost didn’t want to leave Riz’s fate in the hands of anyone else.

Which is why, when he walked into work on the first day after his suspension, he announced that he’d be staying in mission support as Riz’s partner. And so, the two of them spent the next ten years working together, saving the world one mission at a time.

Until two weeks ago.

Jawbone, the head of mission support, had sent him home early that day and expected him to take a couple of days off. Squeezing his shoulder, Jawbone had told him that losing people never got any easier. And that he should take some time for himself to let out any of the emotions he might’ve been feeling.

Fabian tried to listen to his advice. Most of those days he spent running until he couldn’t run anymore. Or he stared into the rushing waters of the Marigold River trying to force himself to grieve and mourn and do all the things everyone expected him to do. But the emptiness that had found him and wouldn’t let him go since Riz’s death remained.

Because how could he not run Riz’s last moments over and over again in his head, picking out everything he could’ve done better to get him out of there alive? Because how could he not feel like a coward for not being the one to tell Riz’s mother, who had lost his father the same way, of his death? Because how could he continue with his life when the people responsible for Riz’s death still drew breath, their plans, still intact?

Fabian couldn’t mourn or grieve.

Not yet.

“Are you sure about this?”

Agent Adaine Abernant asked from the other side of Fabian’s earpiece as a server offered him a flute of champagne. Only moments after he strolled into the gala hosted in one of the lavish ballrooms in the Red Scale Hotel. A building his target and various others within the conspiracy he and Riz were unravelling, frequented.

Plucking a flute from the tray, he flashed the server a smile before bringing it to his lips to hide the movement of them as he answered, “I’m already in the building, Adaine. It’s a little late to be getting cold feet.”

“Alright, the corridor you want is on the other end of this hall. Near the stage, right side.”

“Perfect.”

Sublime, live jazz music flowed as a lively undercurrent beneath the ambient chatter of the sea of attendees. All decked out in satin gowns and well-pressed suits, he fit right in with the deep red, three-piece tuxedo that he had to pull out of storage. Hopefully, the Disguise Self spell on him masking his missing eye and trading his distinctive silver hair for a more neutral black also made him unrecognizable.

Sure, that ginger pixie, Biz Glitterdew, he later found out, had read off all their active agents. Showing off that he and whoever he worked for knew that SSIS was onto them, but Fabian wasn’t on that list. Not on the list, not on their radar. And he’d prefer to keep it that way for as long as possible.

Clocking all the guards and other security present, he made sure not to look like he was making a direct beeline toward the back door.

“Remind me who I’m supposed to be again?” Fabian mumbled behind his glass again before taking another sip.

“Mr. Iliren Pyrefall,” Adaine answered as if she were reading off of a script. “A young, up-and-coming businessman from Fallinel who is currently on his first trip to mainland Spyre to get over a recent breakup with ‘The One’.”

“That feels targeted but I’m not sure how.”

“Just focus on not getting caught, loverboy.”

It took a bit of shaking off of some cobwebs but Fabian managed to move from group to group making charming small talk before moving on. This used to be one of his favourite parts of a mission. Putting on a new identity and taking it on for a spin on strangers he’d likely never see again. Maybe even get his kisses in, if he had the time. But right now he couldn’t enjoy being Iliren Pyrefall, not when this mission meant so much to him that it had to go well.

By the time he made it to the other end of the ballroom, he had the perfect distraction to hide his intrusion. The hostess of the evening, the ever-saccharine socialite Penelope Everpetal, had stepped on stage to make a toast. Eyeing the inconspicuous door, Fabian took one last swig of his flute before setting it down on a passing server’s tray and making his move. Slipping through the clapping crowd and past unsuspecting guards and the door undetected.

“Excellent, now, on your right there should be a corridor with three doors before the bend…”

Fabian’s footsteps didn’t make a sound on the carpeted floors as Adaine’s posh, calm voice guided him through the winding, lushly decorated halls of the Red Scale Hotel. Soon he found his way down into the bowels of the old building. Descending metal staircases until delicate cream-coloured walls turned to harsh, gritty stone hallways. Lined with rusty pipes and bright white lights.

He didn’t get to make it down the first hall before Adaine piped up once again, a sense of urgency in her voice, “You’ve got company. One heading toward you fast with two right behind him.”

“Oh, but I didn’t even put the kettle on,” Fabian whispered as he put on a pout and got into position. His back pressed up against the wall, lying in wait for his moment as he readied his arquebus. “What kind of host am I?”

“Stop being cheeky. First one’s coming around the corner… now!”

As soon as the first suited guard turned the corner, Fabian socked him in the face with the butt of his arquebus. Taking hold of his shoulder, he pressed the barrel into the guard’s stomach and fired two shots into him before shoving his body into a second guard. The two of them tumbled to the ground in a heap. Leaving the third to pull out her own firearm. But not fast enough. Bang! Bang! Bang! Fabian had three bullets lodged in her chest before she pulled her trigger.

“Guard on your six!” Adaine yelled just in time for Fabian to whip around to see the second guard up on their knees. having shoved the first guard’s body off of him, he now had his arquebus pointed at him.

The sharp, piercing sting of a bullet hitting his side was soon engulfed by adrenaline as Fabian dropped his gun. Lunging at that guard. His second shot hit the ceiling as Fabian grabbed the hand holding the arquebus, shoving it to the sky. Before ramming the guard’s back into one of the walls. The crack of bone against stone rung out into the cavernous hall. Followed by their grunts and the sound of struggle as Fabian wrestled the arquebus out of the guard’s hands. Throwing it to the side, he stomped his heel into his foot and kneed him in the stomach before knocking him out with one good punch across the jaw.

With the final guard’s body slumped against the wall, Fabian picked up his discarded arquebus, readjusted his suit, and did a little bow as Adaine said, “Well done.”

Taking a deep breath that hurt just a bit, he said, “Thank you. Where to from here?”

“The room you’re looking for shouldn’t be too far. Take a left and then a right at the first junction and then the third door on the right should be the one.” Heeding Adaine’s directions, Fabian left this scene of carnage to head toward his target. The heels of his dress shoes clicked and echoed as he moved through the tunnel-like halls with far more haste than before. As he counted one, two, three doors on the right, and approached it, Adaine warned him. “I’m getting a reading that there’s only one tiny creature in there. It should be him, but still. Be careful, Seacaster.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“Your field record would beg to differ.”

Unable to hide a smirk, it grew on his lips as he tried to steady himself. The only thing that separated him and the bastard who had killed his agent was this door. Fabian had one shot at this. He couldn’t fuck it up. One last deep breath.

For Riz.

Bursting into a dark room filled with crystals and computers with one solid kick to the door, it didn’t take a second before his eyes found Biz Glitterdew. His tiny, pixie wings glowed in tandem with the screens and crystal power sources yet still stood out against them. Once they locked eyes, Biz didn’t immediately go to attack him. Instead, he reached for a phone-like crystal on his desk. Probably trying to call for backup.

Unfortunately for Biz, Adaine was busy tampering with the Red Scale Hotel’s communication lines to give Fabian as much time as he needed.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, Mr. Glitterdew,” Fabian said as a look of horror that dawned on Biz’s pale, little face. Filling Fabian with so much schadenfreude that he was sure that his smirk turned a little wild. His resemblance to his father must’ve been oh so obvious now. “I do believe this is a private conversation.”

Now see, Fabian had had a whole speech in his head that he’d tell Biz while holding him at gunpoint. About how he should’ve known how to pick his kills better. How it’s tragic for him that he’s the only top agent whom he didn’t know about. One line after another to show Biz how badly he fucked up.

But he didn’t get that far.

Didn’t even pull out his arquebus.

No, he went a bit… nuts.

One moment he was in the doorway staring Biz down and the next he had Biz’s head in his hands and was smashing it into the closest keyboard. Typing out who knows what into the computer. Admittedly, it wasn’t Fabian’s finest work. Not enough finesse as he had usually liked to apply during his missions. But Adaine certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

There was a moment, however, when he had a split-second regret about not being more careful. Not with Biz’s head, no. Around these machines. Sure, he could disarm a bomb or operate his rig back at HQ well enough, but he’d never been the most techy man in the world. He’s pretty sure though that crystals are not supposed to emit a large, blinding burst of light and electricity.

It mustn’t be good, seeing as he heard scream out a strangled, “NO!”

Well and properly blinded by that exploding crystal, Fabian couldn’t see a thing, but he could feel Biz get yanked out of his hands. His heart leapt in fear for a moment, terrified that the bastard was about to slip through his fingers. Instead of the sound of frantically fluttering wings though, an audible thump of someone thrown to the ground hit his ears.

All before an all too familiar voice, one that Fabian thought he’d never hear again, rang out in a barking tone. “I’m gonna give you twenty full seconds to tell me what you did with those women, Glitterdew. Or else I’m gonna blow your fucking head off.”

Fabian frenziedly whipped around toward that voice, cautious hope building in his chest. And though his vision hadn’t fully returned to him yet, what had come back was enough. Enough for him to see the silhouette of Riz Gukgak pinning Biz to the ground. Enough for tears to start pricking his eyes and for Adaine to gasp in his ears. Slowly, the details of the scene came in as well.

Riz’s wild, greenblack curls fell in his face, his lips were pulled back bear his sharp teeth, his nice, white dress shirt was rumbled and he had his gun pressed to Biz’s forehead. Fabian almost couldn’t process it all. A thousand different thoughts and emotions overwhelmed him at once. Disbelief, heaps of joy and grief in equal measure, anger and confusion, and a dash of desire for the hell of it.

Leaving him stunned, mouth agape, until he heard Adaine begrudgingly grumble in his ear. “You should keep him alive long enough for someone to cast detect thoughts on him. Or at least put him in a zone of truth to get more intelligence out of him. Fabian!”

That last call of his name sent him into action. He dove to intercept Riz’s point-blank shot to Biz’s head seconds before he pulled the trigger. Taking his smaller hand in his, he lifted his jet-black arquebus to the ceiling and felt the bullet destined for Biz’s brain fly into the stone above. Riz squirmed and hissed in Fabain’s hold, still focused on intimidating Biz.

It took Fabian grabbing his chin and forcing Riz to look at him to get him to concentrate on him instead. And when Riz’s pupils didn’t dilate upon seeing his face, Fabian said in the voice he used over his mic, “You can’t kill him. Not yet, Gukgak. Stand down.”

Almost all at once, all of Riz’s ferality melted away. His slitted pupils widened far past their usual dilation, his hackles lowered, and his toothy sneer turned into a gentle expression of shock. “Fabian?”

There was no way he could hide the smile growing on his face, so instead he nodded his head over a delirious Biz. “You can knock him out if you want.”

“Oh, I—” Riz turned back to target, some of that ferality returning, and smacked him with the butt of his arquebus and sent Biz into unconsciousness. “—do.”

A few moments of silence passed after that. Their twin breaths and the hum of the surrounding technology were the only sounds in the room. They sat there, Riz partially in Fabian’s lap, Fabian’s hand still on his chin, staring at each other.

It wasn’t broken until Adaine spoke up after a long while. “Fabian? I’m sending Agents Faeth and Thistlespring down to collect Biz,” There was a moment of hesitation in her voice before she added. “And tell Gukgak that it’s good to have him back.”

Fabian couldn’t help but chuckle and give a little salute. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Who’s on the line?” Riz asked, his face scrunched up in confusion and want of inclusion. Rolling his eyes, Fabian fished his earpiece out and held it up to Riz’s. His face brightened at the sound of Adaine’s voice. “Abernant! It’s good to hear from you too.”

As Riz moved to take the earpiece from Fabian’s hands to do the work of holding it to his ear, Fabian’s heart dropped at the sight of his hand. No, hands. They’re bleeding. “What the hell happened, Gukgak?”

“I had to dig my way through a crystal to get to the wiring,” Riz answered way too nonchalantly. With a barely a glance at the offending wounds and a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m fine, though. I still can complete this mission.”

“Fine?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Riz waved him off as he told Adaine he’d talk to her later before turning back to him with a smile. “I’m a little tired, a lot beat up, and super stir-crazy, but fine. It’s nice to see you out in the field again and it’s nice to have some backup but—”

“I thought you were dead,” Fabian said because he couldn’t think of a better way to put it. He got Riz’s attention though.

Any and all frivolity and levity in Riz’s face and voice left him in an instant as he stared up at Fabian with wide, confused eyes. “What?”

“Everyone thought you were dead. We couldn’t Scry on you. And Locate Creature always came up empty. When we sent agents to retrieve your body there was nothing to find except for bloodstains.” All of Fabian’s grief threatened to close his throat as tears began to run down his cheeks, but he pushed through it. His voice cracking as he tried to hold it all together. “I thought you were dead and that it was my fault. That I wasn’t—that I let you…”

Riz Gukgak was a harsh guy. Sharp cheekbones, keen, perceptive eyes, rough manners, and a no-nonsense attitude when on the job. Most days the only soft thing about him was his curls; he usually hid those underneath a hat. But at Fabian’s words, he softened. Forgetting about any clues or mission objectives, he softened. Even after being beaten black and blue, stuck in a crystal for days on end, and trying desperately to dig himself out, he softened.

“Oh, Fabian.” He said, his voice, soft, barely above a whisper. His curls bounced as he shook his head and brought Fabian’s far larger form to his chest and held him there. Letting Fabian hear the steady beating of his heart. He was alive. Riz was alive. Fabian wrapped his arms around him and hugged him back oh so tight.

In that moment, something that had been broken was suddenly mended, the hollow feeling in Fabian’s chest finally dispersing, and the world was right again.

I think my niche within this fandom is writing fabriz fics where one of them saves the other and then they hug so sweetly... and I'm not mad about it.

I hope you like it, Indigo!

#fabriz #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #fanfic #fabian x riz #spy au #cw guns #cw gun violence #apparently also i can't write anything under 2k words #there's something wrong with me #but doesn't mean you shouldn't send me more requests!

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