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softsmolbirb · 2 years

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I just spent over an hour jotting down a fucken insanely detailed headcanon for a Descendants AU that attacked me, so I figured I'd share - god knows this would likely never see the light of day otherwise.

basically, I've been listening to In Heaven's Eyes from the Prince of Egypt soundtrack on loop and I got the idea for an AU very loosely based on that where Ben is trapped on the Isle of the Lost and the kids on the Isle teach him a lot of life lessons and self worth that he never got in Auradon.

it also turned into Ben/Harry?? idk, I don't make the rules.

ben at home

ben and fam

ben and frends

ben to isle

ben freaks out

ben meets gil

gil interprets ben as a kid fresh from the barges

gil helps ben get set up working for the chip shoppe

ben meets uma

ben meets harry

news travels from auradon about ben being missing

ben has a panic attack: photo

gil finds him and brings harry

harry is a bamf and helps ben thru it like a decent person, which causes ben to immediately fall head over heels

harry sends uma for gil the next morning

harry and uma scheme to get word to auradon at the next barge day and cement ben absolutely fucken worshipping them

ben continued to work at the chip shoppe, harry and uma keeping him well out of the way

harry and ben get bonding moments over makeup and fashion and making your own image

ben introspection with gil about how amazing a leader uma is and all the things she does that he'll do once he's back in auradon

barge day plan goes great

harry and uma do a bit of cooing about baby flying the coop and they officially scheme about isle policy reform shit

post-legislature brainrot uma and ben bonding scene

ben manages to corner harry and asks him to be his first kiss - super sweetly and innocently and literally a puppy

next barge day, pamphlets in suspiciously good shape very pointedly announce to everyone that ben has been declared dead and chad, with his lovely princess audrey, has been made heir to the u.s. of auradon

ben doesn't process it fully at first - disassociation

harry and uma jump into plan revision but recognize that ben is not with them, like, at all, and gently send him off with gil

gil means well but gets ben kidnapped by jay and mal's gang

even on the isle ben has never gone through anything quite like being tied up and abandoned for days and combined with the disassociation it fucks him up

unreliable narration detailing spiral into suicidal thoughts and tendencies, lack of self-esteem, and attitude toward value/self worth being dictated by usefulness

ben meets mal bc she comes by to feed and taunt him

invasion of boundaries as she force feeds him that he initially suffers through by disassociating fully

after mal has left ben's thoughts start spinning about gil and uma and harry and his depression logic connects dots and decides that he can stomach his life continuing if he can make uma find him useful and can convince her to take him on as crew

ben finally comes back to it and escapes, spending several nights sneaking back through the storefronts back toward the docks

between naps and stealing meals - cue vomiting the first time he does that - ben brainstorms all his virtues and marketable skills and everything valuable about himself that he can offer uma

said soliloquy is appropriately fucked up and depressing, bc boi's head is not in good places

all goes okay until he gets really close to the chip shoppe and has second thoughts, at which moment jay catches him again

jay interuppting his self doubt session solidifies ben's determination to plead for a spot on uma's crew and he fights back this time

ben manages to give jay a black eye and scratch him up a lot pinning him to a fucked up corner of the building they're fighting by, formal training dramatically outweighing isle smarts, but ben kinda freezes at that point, bravado evaporating

jay spins it right back on him and pins him to the ground, furious

enter harry! who has been informed that ben was spotted making his way to the chip shoppe and harry hurried out to meet him and is not happy to see jay

harry goes full mama bear and ben watches in horny awe as harry goes full hook on his archnemesis

jay runs off and harry starts to give chase before spinning back and sprinting to ben, pulling him up by the shoulder and inspecting him before ushering him off to the lost revenge

harry drops ben in gil's care to go get uma and they're both awkward messes and ben works himself into more of a state

uma arrives and ben perceives it with lovestruck awe and worship as she sends gil out and tells harry to close the door

ben, like the smooth fuck he is, scrambles to his knees on the floor as he walks up, causing harry to get kinda wide eyed by the door as uma masks her face to look down at him impassively and ben starts babbling before they have the chance to say anything

ben starts right in with "I know I just got captured and that isn't the best way to show it but I swear, I swear I'm good for something, I have huntsman training and I escaped and I could teach your crew the basics if you wanted and I know I'm shit at cooking and honestly I've always been terrible at legislature and leadership things but I know all about..." and just goes and goes

and harry is totally not hovering in the back, torn between yelling at ben to have some self respect and bundling him up in his arms and cooing over him so he just looks to uma, still wide eyed

uma lets ben go until he runs out and then she cradles his chin and makes him look up and says they'll have a meeting to iron out details later, but if he wants to swear on oath over life and death to promise himself to uma till the day he dies, she'll take him on as crew and she'll make sure he's treated as close to a prince as the isle can manage

cue ben sputtering and pleading that he doesn't need to be a prince, he just needs to be theirs, please

and uma smiles a little smile and goes okay baby

and she waves harry forward and goes you know how long I've known harry? and ben has cried his sense clean out and just stared up at them in a bit of a daze and goes no? and uma smiles a little wider and says he's been her best friend and most ardent supporter since they were young, and she turns to harry and they share a moment and she finishes, eventually, that if ben takes their tattoo, he'll be a wharf rat without question, and because her first mate deserves the best, he'll be serving directly under harry

ben's exhaustion and self esteem issues kinda miss the whole "best" part but he figures out the belonging part and emphatically, tearfully accepts

uma orders him to get on the cot and he scrambles up, staring after them wide eyed as they pull back toward the door and have a quiet private conversation

uma leaves and harry comes over to him and ben honestly doesn't know what happens after that, but he knows he hasn't felt so happy and at peace since he was a young child

cue adventures with ben and the crew

ben meets everybody on the lost revenge

ben gets teased about being harry's gal but it goes right over his head

ben gets his tattoo

ben bonds with gil

ben stares at auradon and sings sadly at night sometimes

ben and random people have various conversations slowly rebuilding his sense of self worth into something better than it was to start with

ben sees updates from auradon that harry was trying to keep him from noticing and gets sad, cue heart to heart and full on making out for the first time

harriet kidnaps ben and that's how he learns more about the hooks

harry comes to rescue him and ben swoons over feral harry

back at the ship, harry gets self conscious about his family and ben dreamily assures him that he is all for this batshit family dynamic - it's harry's so he loves it

ben ends up sitting on harry's lap telling him all this very earnestly when uma walks in

uma walks ben through how to pleasure harry into a puddle - has to make sure he knows how to take care of her first mate, ofc

sleepy introspection on how ben is happier here than he ever was on auradon, feels he belongs here, is glad he ended up on the isle

domestic ben and harry being very gay on the isle

the asshat who sent ben to the isle is caught and propaganda announces he'll be sent through on the next prison barge

ben is shaken and harry is livid that this fucker dared to touch his ben

so ofc harry goes to barge day singlehandedly to hook him and it doesn't go well

ben goes feral and rescues harry this time, absolutely eviscerating the bad guy in front of harry and letting him know that honestly, he did ben a favor, and this has nothing to do with the business between him and ben - this is because he dared to touch harry

ben moves up several notches in uma's book, gil and the crew openly adore him now, and harry begins to unsubtley research grand romantic overtures in auradon and eventually figures out how to propose

uma married them on the lost revenge and they become an absolute power throuple

cue domestic ship scenes

domestic chip shoppe scenes

ben taking care of sick harry scenes

sea three + ben vs mal's gang scenes, with evie fresh from banishment

ben helping out on money collection

ben learning harry is adorable with kids and being kinda adorable himself

ben and harry get up one morning and audrey rose is on deck having tea with uma

uma is delighted and announces that they've spent the morning discussing the intricacies of isle reform and relocation of refugees

audrey says she hears she missed a wedding and is very happy for them and that's what triggers ben to burst into tears and run up to pick her up and spin her

cue drama~

bamf chad and audrey - they managed to get u.s. of auradon crown status by grossly faked personas - chad had literally been drafting isle reform policies in his spare time since he was a kid bc it was something he thought his mom would've done

they'd been trying to find out what the fuck happened to ben but had to do it slowly and with subterfuge, but it was finally coming together - they had a plan, but it hinged on ben

ben freaking out and it takes gil, with harry hovering around but unable to get through to him, to talk ben through it

chad and audrey were gonna get four kids off the isle to attend auradon prep, and they needed them to act as ambassadors and warm everyone up to the fact that isle kids were fucking kids so they could push through their reform policies

one of these needed to be ben, and the other three could he whomever

so, ben agrees to go if harry will. uma and gil can't go if harry and ben are: cue lots of strategizing sessions and considering every kid on the isle

they settle on approaching celia facilier and evie, despite her being in mal's gang

ben stands on the bridge, hand in hand with harry, watching a limo pull up, and is terrified. he's fucking terrified

but he's been having nightmares about going to auradon and being shaped into the old ben for weeks now, and harry has held his hand every step of the way, so the limo pulls up and ben cues the group to let the driver open the door, and as soon as he can tear his eyes from the barrier closing behind them and the figures of uma and gil still behind it, he explains what all the different candies are and tells them about the music that's playing and harry squeezes his hand and it's okay. it'll be okay.

#disney descendants #prince ben #harry hook #isle of the lost #ben florian/harry hook #ben/harry hook #descendants #ben florian #harry hook descendants #ben descendants #uma descendants #gil descendants #ben x harry hook

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xbunnybunz · 3 years

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Weak Hero University (2/?) [Reader x Weak Hero]

Summary: I know you assholes are crying now that the first season of Weak Hero is over. But you’ve got other things to focus on, like where the fuck you’re going to live after getting kicked out of your old dorm. Luckily, you’ve found one last open room on the other side of Weak Hero University. What could possibly go wrong?

Genre: Romance, Humor, Slice of Life

Date: 6/1/2021

A brief introduction of everyone later, you haul a suitcase into the room while Ben noisily and clumsily pulls on his shorts, after much persuading from his friends.

“You’re living… Here? In the boys dorms?” Eugene asks, tagging beside carrying your schoolbag. “Isn’t that against the campus policy?”

You park the suitcase beside by your room and sigh, popping your back briefly.

“I’m just as confused as you guys are, but the keys here seem to be for this room here.” You allow a single gold-hued key to dangle from your fingers on a cheap polyester lanyard, Eugene’s eyes follow the menacing stare of the school mascot printed on the side until you pull it out of his sight.

“Let’s see just how fucked up this school is when it comes to money extortion.” You put the key in the door and hear a tell-tale metallic ‘click.’

“Wow.” A voice says from the couches. “Pretty fucked up.”

You sigh, shoulder slumping forward. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

Most of the items go into your room without much hassle at all. A suitcase full of cute PJs you and your nonexistent best gal roommates could rave over, a plastic box full of face masks you’d probably never be able to use without being made fun of, and a waterlogged ziplock baggie half-full with notes (and corn chips) from last semester.

What? A folder? What the fuck is a folder?

A boy with silver hair passes by and begins to say something to you, but seems to debate better options when he sees the plastic baggie on the floor.

Feeling slighted somehow, you ask Eugene who he is once he’s out of earshot.

Eugene laughs and begins to speak but an arm looping around his neck cuts him off.

A pair of shimmering emerald eyes meet your own, but it’s clouded with a shadow of mischief. “You haven’t heard? That’s the white mamba of E-quad. He’s fearlessly beaten bastards so bloody with belts that we have metal detectors installed at the dining hall entrances now!”

“Stop exaggerating, Alex.” Eugene chokes out, sounding mildly discontented while desperately trying to pry the arm from around his neck.

“Wait, that was because of him?”

Eugene and Alex both freeze, brows furrowed. “Wait, you weren’t kidding?” Eugene asked.

“I was.” Alex says.

They both fix their gazes on you, and you’re suddenly struck with the memories of needing to surrender your lockpicking kit in front of several dozen freshmen behind you, and the hot desire to bury that memory consumes you.

“Haha, me too.”

They don’t seem convinced.

Before the conversation about buckle-assisted homicide can continue, a large shadow descends upon your form and a great arm reaches out from the heavens above. “Here, I grabbed this from the kitchen in case you needed a snack.”

You look up and see Gerard, the tallest and blindest of the group. You accept his gift of a single (1) lunchables capri-sun with much adoration in your heart.

“Thanks Gerard.”

He gives you a smile to remind the audience that he is, simply put, cool as fuck.

“No problem.”

Well, one problem. You eye the last bit of your luggage sitting at the doorway like a heaping pile of hot flaming garbage. It’s an amalgamation of the extraneous bits of your personality you’ve collected over the course of the past semester at Weak Hero University and maybe a forgotten bagel. Despite your previous roommate’s pleads for you to throw some of it out, you’d be damned if you weren’t a treacherous little hoarder. Simply put, it was a huge box of insignificant trinkets that made for a very significant problem. You had gotten lucky to cross paths with a cute but gullible junior earlier, who you immediately marked as prey and flirted with before unceremoniously dumping your crap on him to carry across campus. But now you’d have to pick up the box of crap yourself, which would prove to be a challenge with how little you actually wanted to be responsible for your own items.

The three boys see you eying the box and you perk up immediately, eyes glimmering with the possibility of wooing the fine gentlemen into helping a oh-so-meek lass like yourself.

You twirl a piece of hair between your fingers and bat your eyelashes at nothing at all, pouting your lips and hoping they weren’t too crusty. “Oh, I’m so tired. How am I ever going to move that big and heavy box?”

You stare dismally into an off-corner and attempt to look forlorn, grimacing when you see a weird construction of a human-sized dorito-chip statue made of empty dorito bags beside the television. This was the moment your main love interest would swoop in and offer his servitude to you, dewey roses blossoming on convenient parts of the screen. Here it was, your very own shoujo moment!

But there’s no offer. In fact, you stare so long at the doritos statue that you begin to get spots in your vision.

When you turn back, the boys are by the box in question, though they are not attempting to move it at all. Instead, they lament over the problem with you as opposed to offering a solution.

“Ah, that thing looks so heavy. Sucks to be you.” Alex laughs.

Euguene shakes his head. “Right? I wouldn’t even be able to get a corner off the ground.”

Gerard places a thoughtful hand on the back of his neck. “You should probably save the capri-sun for after moving everything.”

Ugh.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Ben meanders out of his room. This time, all his articles of clothing are intact.

“Hey, what are you guys staring at?”

Yes! This was your movie-moment after all!

“Oh Ben! Thank god you’re here.” You resume your maiden in distress pose. “I was just so tired from the trip, my feeble heart and body can’t bear to-“

Alex pokes his head up when he hears Ben approaching, waving him over. “Look at all this shit she has. She’s like those people on My Strange Addiction!”

Irritated that he’s cut you off, you try to continue. “I won’t ever be able to lift all that on my own-!”

“Aren’t you talking about Hoarding, Buried Alive?” Gerard asks, clearly already losing interest in the luggage.

“Actually, I think that would be Hoarders, the reality television show that aired a little before My Strange Addiction took flight! It’s actually really interesting how that all started out, if you want to hear about it.”

You scowl at the back of Eugene’s head and stop quickly when Ben shoots a grin at you.

He puffs out his chest in a stupid himbo way and thrusts his thumb into his chest. “I can move this for you! No sweat! Just tell me where you want it!”

Sweet! You were about to resort to desperate begging, but those plans are cancelled!

You clasp your hands together and sigh, envisioning a world where men with muticolored hair fall in love with you.

“Oh, anywhere in here is fine, thank you so much Ben!”

As he goes in to lift it, you can see his muscles straining against the well-fitting fabric of his shirt.

Oh yes, this is definitely worth the dorming fee.

“Ben, you’re so sweet for helping me with this!” He ambles past you while struggling to hold the lid of the box closed. A strained voice comes from beyond the green rim of the bin. “Yep, no problem at all.”

You follow him into your room, tailing him while rambling about how grateful you were.

“You know, there was a junior who I met by the campus square on my way here. He helped me move everything to this building, but he struggled with that box a lot longer than you! I’m actually not sure how you’re even getting it off the ground without a wedge and trolley, but boy am I glad!”

Ben stops at the foot of your bed, barely able to peek over the edge of the bin. “Erm. Is here okay?”

“Hey I mean, as strong as that guy was, you’re definitely cuter than him. I was almost sad to see him go, but that’s the life of a busy woman!”

“Pleasemyarmsareshaking-”

“As great as all this is, I’m actually really excited to make friends with everyone! Given these strange circumstances that usually only happen to indulge borderline psychotic fans, we should take advantage and-”

Ben drops the box on the floor and you screech, a pain shooting up your leg and pumping adrenaline into your veins.

“-FUCK! Shit!”

Ben freezes and realizes the absolutely fuckery he has just caused, but before he can react, you grab the corner of the box and throw it off your foot in a show of brute gorilla strength, crumpling to the floor in agony.

The boys have their heads poked into the doorway, curious after hearing two cuss words successively. They blanche when they realize the situation.

“Oh fuck. My bad?” Ben wants to comfort you but is frankly quite scared to after seeing your display of power.

“Did she just throw that thing with one hand?” Gerard asks.

Alex stares at the scene before him. “What the hell happened to her foot?”

Eugene titters about nervously, playing with his fingers “Do we have first aid?”

From the kitchen, a deadpan voice is heard. “Where’s my capri sun?”

#weak hero #webtoon weak hero #weak hero x reader #weak hero university

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upamongthestarss · 4 years

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When Love Walked In//Bill Denbrough

a/n: please be kind! this is my first time publishing on tumblr, and i’m not the best writer 💘 oh, and warnings! very mild nsfw, brief mention of self harm (blink and you’ll miss it)

Y/n takes a drag and squirms under Richie’s glance, just knowing that he’s going to pick on her, as per usual.

“Hmmm…. Y/n, truth or dare?”

Figures. “Um, truth.” Better to be safe than sorry when it comes to Richie.

“What was the farthest you and Bill have ever gone?”

Her cheeks turn pink as she passes the joint to Bill, her boyfriend since the age of thirteen. “Well-”

“Was this really necessary, Trashmouth?” Ben interrupts. “I’d much rather not know about my sister’s sexual life, thank you.”

“Close your ears if you want to, Benny,” Y/n giggles while he fumes over the nickname. “Probably just hickeys and groping.”

“Really? You’ve been dating for three years and that’s it?” Stanley raises his eyebrows.

“Okay, St-Stan, y-y-you talk to m-me when you’ve lost your vir-virginity.”

“Come on, Big Bill, we all know you’ve been ready to have sex with her since sophomore year.”

Richie knows he messed up right away, especially as everyone stares at him accusingly- everyone but Y/n, who awkwardly looks around the room and sings under her breath like she didn’t hear.

“N-nice, R-R-Richie,” Bill whispers.

“Bill, I am so sorry.”

Y/n still feigns oblivion and scans the room. “Bev, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she shrugs, continuing the game. Y/n tries to forget about what happened until it’s time to leave the clubhouse. Her ride, conveniently enough, is Bill.

He didn’t want to leave his car on the outskirts of the barrens, so instead he pedals Silver to the clubhouse and back, with Y/n squeezing the living daylights out of him. It’s a quiet ride back, save the strange, existential comments Bill occasionally makes and her singing Can’t Fight This Feeling on repeat. It’s not until he’s almost back to Y/n’s house that she gathers enough courage to say what she wants to.

Because, in all honesty, she’s been ready to have sex too, just way too shy to say so.

“So… when do your parents come back from their cruise?”

She asks it casually, as if to wonder what day their English test is. In fact, it’s so casual that Bill doesn’t even take the hint (although it may not help that he’s utterly stoned at the moment).

“T-Tuesday.”

“And are you doing anything Saturday night?”

He skids Silver to a stop on the pavement. “No…”

“So what time do you want me to come over?”

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Singing happily, Y/n twists the last strand of hair around her curling iron and lets it tumble over her shoulder. She’s struggled with self esteem issues in the past, but she personally thinks she looks beautiful right now. While she puts on her pineapple lip gloss, her brother comes into the bathroom to grab some ibuprofen.

“You look awfully nice to sleep over at Bev’s,” he comments.

She freezes. “Yup….”

“Is there a reason that you’re so dressed up?” he gestures to her lavender party dress.

“We’re, uh, going to see Pippin at the fancy theater,” she fibs smoothly, but her twin sees right through her and smirks.

“Oh, funny, I thought opening night was next week?”

Y/n glares. “Okay, fine, I’m sleeping over at Bill’s, okay? But you can’t tell mom, please?”

“I don’t know, Y/n, this is a pretty big secret to hide.”

“Come on, Ben, I keep all of your secrets!”

He gives a cough that sounds a lot like the beer in my room.

“Hey, that was your own fault for breaking my favourite tape.”

“It was an accident!”

“It wasn’t an accident when you took it without asking,” Y/n puts her hands on her hips.

Ben sighs, not wanting to lose this argument. “How about this- if I get our car for the weekend, I won’t tell mom.”

“But Benny, I need that car to get to Bill’s!”

“You just made things ten times worse for yourself by calling me that. Besides, I’ll drive you there. It’s the car or no deal.”

She knows right then and there that she is out of luck. Her brother cannot bluff for his own life, so she has no choice but to agree.

But she can’t stay annoyed for long because she’s beyond excited for what’s coming. Her knee bounces in anticipation the whole drive, and she even sings along to the radio (which isn’t anything new, except for she’s louder than usual).

When Ben pulls up to Bill’s driveway, Y/n kisses his cheek and hops out instantly. He has to shout for her to come back and grab her duffel bag.

“Be safe!” he tells her. ”Love you!”

“Ben, I LOVE you!” she waves her hand off as he drives into the distance.

Bill’s waiting for her in the doorway, wearing jeans, a flannel, and a smile.

“Hey, Y-Y/n.”

She runs into his open arms and takes in the faint smell of his cologne. She already has butterflies.

“Y-you w-want to order a p-p-pizza, or-?”

“I’m honestly not that hungry,” she admits. “Are you?”

He shakes his head truthfully.

“D-d-do you w-want to go up-upstairs?”

“Sure.”

Bill leads the way to his bedroom, though she’s been there several times. He can’t get her out of his head. Her angelic curls, her dress the color of lilacs. She’s more lovely than a flower. He can hear her singing sweetly as they climb to his room.

“Love walked right in and drove the shadows away. Love walked right in and brought my sunniest day.”

He remembers when she sang that song at her recital last year. It was a true song for both of them.

When Y/n first moved to Derry, people made fun of her brother for his weight and herself for her nose and quirky personality. Her self esteem plunged and she refused to talk to anyone about it. Friendless and hopeless, she would cross-hatch her forearms and eventually stop singing altogether. But then her brother met the Losers, and encouraged Y/n to hang out with them some time. She instantly bonded with Bill, who had low self esteem because of his stutter and mainly because he blamed himself for the death of his brother. With the Losers, Y/n began to feel like she belonged again. She had friends that loved her for who she is- personality and nose included. Bill and her developed crushes on each other and in early August, following the Losers’ brief separation. One night during that time period, they spilled all of their issues on each other. The night ended with an innocent peck under the stars in his backyard. Love walked in and saved them both. After Pennywise was defeated, the two encouraged each other to see a therapist. Slowly but surely, they got healthy, and Y/n started singing again. In fact, she never stops singing now. It drives Ben quite mad sometimes.

She sings better than anyone he knows, and anytime she lets that sweet voice go, he melts.

“I m-made a tape. F-f-for… you know. But I’d m-m-much rather y-y-you sing for us.”

She giggles softly at the thought of her singing while he moans. “A tape sounds wonderful.”

He pops it in his stereo and listens to her gasp in excitement.

“I love Unchained Melody!!”

“Y-y-you don’t know h-how long it t-t-took for this s-song to c-come on the radio. I had to r-r-request it ev-eventually.”

“That’s so thoughtful, Bill.”

Y/n cups his face and gives him an open mouthed kiss. He’s instantly hard.

“I’m ready, Bill,” she whispers.

“Muh-muh-me t-t-too.”

His stutter is evidently worse; he’s nervous out of his mind, after all. But he takes control of the situation, scooping Y/n up and placing her on his bed like she’s the most fragile diamond.

She reaches and grabs Bill by his collar, pulling his lips to hers. Underneath their gasping and the music are their uncontrollable heartbeats. It’s almost as if they’re going to beat straight out of their chests!

Bill pulls away to unbutton his shirt, but Y/n is already on it. When it’s completely open, she pulls it off of his shoulders and squeezes his muscles. He’s so toned from all of the sports he does (mainly baseball), but Y/n always finds herself surprised at how muscular he really is.

He glides his hand gently along her chest, as if she’s his piano, before grabbing her spaghetti straps. He slips them down her arms and ever so slowly pulls the dress down her body. Her chest is braless, and by now he’s practically creamed his pants. His mind is hazy, though he’s completely sober.

Okay, Bill. Think, you idiot. You need to stimulate her now so she can finish later.

He places his warm hands on Y/n’s frigid stomach and feels her tense up.

“Is-is-is this o-o-o-okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just ticklish,” she laughs.

He takes his hand down to her panties and shoves it under them.

Y/n is already in heaven.

******

The pizza man gets quite a shock when Bill opens the door in nothing but his boxers, but he doesn’t give a flying shit. Besides, better him than Y/n, who’s wearing a just flannel with her ass hanging out.

They chuckle about his reaction, devouring the pizza and watching Beverly Hills 90210.

“I never thanked you, you know,” Y/n pipes up during a commercial break.

“For the p-pizza? It was o-only five b-b-bucks.”

“Not for the pizza. For the sex,” she responds bluntly. “That was… incredible. Thank you.”

Bill turns red. “Th-thank you. You w-w-were p-perfect. You a-a-are perfect.”

“I think you’re pretty perfect too,” she grins, giving him a kiss.

Bill smiles at her. He’s never loved someone like this before, spiritually or physically. Sure, he’s jacked off several times (like every other guy in the world), but the pleasure and adoration he received from Y/n just in the past hour was insurmountable. And he can’t wait for the rest of his life with her.

“R-round two?”

Y/n beams, and before she can stop herself, she says the quirkiest thing ever.

“Abso-freaking-lutely.”

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough smut #stephen king it #the losers club #soft smut #some fluff

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twenty-sixumbrellas · 5 years

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My sunshine

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Prompt: I sister stole “Imagine Ben's S/O sacrificing their life for his and their ghost hangs around Klaus so they can see him. They ask Klaus not to tell Ben so maybe he finds out when Klaus summons them when they're trying to stop the apocalypse” from @acebenhargreeves (my main blog is @umbrellaininstanbul btw)

Flashbacks are in italics.

A/N: YA YEET. I’m so excited to write thisss. Also, you worked with the Umbrella Academy, but you were NOT a Hargreeve.

(Not my gif)

As you watched yet another family fight, you can’t help but sigh with Ben. It was about Reginald’s death, and you couldn’t care less.

Klaus says something about killing Mom, and turns to Ben. “Come on, we’ve got better things to do.” He turns to you. “You too.” You give him a glare, and he freezes.

“Klaus, Who are you talking to?” Ben raises an eyebrow at him.

“A dead... uh.... bubushka. Nevermind that! Let’s go... uh... mess with Pogo.”

Ben shakes his head and you sigh with relief. Klaus really was the worst at keeping secrets.

All three of you go into Klaus’ room, and Klaus holds the door for you. You reach out to hit his arm, and it goes through him. Damnit.

“Klaus, what are you doing?”

Klaus flinches at Ben’s inquisition, and quickly tries to make up. “Uh.... the dead bubushka wants to hang out too. Is she not allowed to, Ben?” He accuses.

“No... uh no. It’s just weird,” he laughs.

It sounds like heaven. “Klaus you idiot, you need to pretend I’m not here. I want him to move on. Please, just try to? For me?”

He slyly nods his head, though he looks upset.

“I swear she’s still here sometimes.”

You and Klaus’ heads both snap up. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, we used to always hang out in this room. She’d sit right there on the beanbag,” he points to where you’re currently sitting, “I’d sit right next to her and we’d read. You were- god you’d be doing something absolutely stupid and she’d- she’d laugh. Oh I miss her laugh.” He grows solemn. “It’s my fault, isn’t it.”

“Ben! How could you ever think that?” You try yelling, but only succeed in making Klaus flinch once more.

“Ben, it was no one’s fault. And you know damn well she’d smack you for saying that.”

“I just wish it had been me.”

You hated Reginald Hargreeves for making you and your friends do this mission. It was nearly impossible.

“Number 8, pay attention!” Luther yells.

You go invisible once more and knock down more robots. This was not good.

“Ben! Luther where is he?!” You only recieve a shrug. Running to the next room, you see Ben and Allison becoming overwhelmed with the stupid animatronics. You help clear some out, but to no avail.

Ben ‘monsters out’ and clears out just about the rest. You’re about to congratulate him, until you see a final robot, going in to stab him with a spear-like extension.

The next few moments happen in slow motion. You react quickly and jump in front of the spear as it shoots for Ben. You fly into a wall, and Luther runs in and tears the robot in half.

You begin to choke on blood. Ben runs over to you, screaming your name. “No! No! Come on, you’ve got to get up!”

You grab his arm as he attempts to lift you. You shake your head. “Babe, I won’t make it.”

He’s sobbing. “Y-you have to. This was going to be the last mission. We were going to get an apartment. And- and-” You wipe his tears with your thumb.

Cupping his face, you try and soothe him. “You are my sunshine~”

The whole team is there now, the robots completely gone now. They’re all crying.

Klaus runs over too. “Y/n, come on, you can’t leave me, you’re my best friend.”

“My only sunshine~” your voice is now going hoarse. “You make me happy, when skies are gray~

“You’ll never know dear how much I love you~” you smile once more at your loving boyfriend.

“Please don’t take... my sunshine away,” Ben finishes, sobbing into your shoulder as he holds your now limp body.

You try to wipe the tears that streams down the boys’ faces, to again, no avail.

“Boys! I made dinner!” Grace calls from downstairs.

Each day progressed like this. You try to touch Ben as he grieves at the house you two fell in love in, and you shush Klaus every time he almost spills your presence.

But tonight was different. Vanya destroyed the Academy, and the team was on their way to stop her from doing the same to the world.

As you run in behind Allison, you start crying at Vanya, up on stage. You two were very close before you died.

Diego and Luther run in, trying to grab Vanya, and she blows them off of the stage. She forces the orchestra to keep playing. This was not good.

As you watch them discuss how to take her down, multiple men enter the room, wearing masks and carrying guns.

You run out and yell at Klaus, “Come on! They’re shooting!”

“Go time,” says Klaus, quickly followed by Ben.

Five takes out a few guys, but there’s still so many. You nod at Klaus, “you can do this.”

His hands glow blue, and you feel yourself actually touch things. You gasp and go invisible, sprinting and taking out every one of the men who were shooting.

Everyone stares in disbelief. “Oh my god, y/n,” says Ben. He starts crying. “You’re here. You’re actually here. How-”

“I’ve always been here, Ben.” You smile, teary-eyed. “Always.”

“But why- why didn’t you tell me Klaus? Or try to reach out? Or-”

You silence him. “I wanted you to be happy, move on.”

“I’ll only ever be happy with you.”

“I’m sorry Ben.” You’re full on sobbing. “You need to.”

They try to stop Vanya. But you know that she doesn’t mean any of this. She quickly takes hold of the group, and they seem to be in intense pain in her hold.

So as you walk behind her, you start crying. “Vanya, I’m here now. You can stop.”

She freezes and everyone falls. Turning around she starts crying. “Y/n, I missed you.” Then she gasps and passes out. You catch her.

As Five tries to come up with a time traveling portal, you grab Ben’s hand. “I was always with you, my sunshine, through and through.”

“I always felt you. Stay?” You smile and lay your head on his shoulder as you look into the blue light.

“I’ll always stay for you.”

#tua #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy imagines #tua x reader #ben x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #number 6 x reader #number 6

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cursed-ice-spirits · 5 years

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Rebecca’s First Year: Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Investigation Begins, The Werewolf Strikes

Prev: Chapter 7

First: Chapter 1

Next: Soon.

TW: Really bad fight scene.

“Was it really worth it to go at Merula Snyde just to lose us yet another 40 points?!” Jane roared in the Common Room.

Rebecca let out a long sigh as Jane continued her rant. Looking around, most of the members of the house weren’t looking at her with hostility for once. It was more pitying than anything. If there was something all of Hufflepuff could agree on, it was that Jane is a bit… intense when it comes to house points.

“Everyone is suffering from your poor decisions!!” Jane seethed. “You’re ruining any chance we have of winning the house cup!”

“Leave her alone, Jane,” Penny said, standing up. “She did what was right. Personally, I’m thankful for her actions.”

It seems she’d conveniently forgot about their exchange before her discussion with Snape and Merula. Rebecca’s eyes latched onto how her hair shone in the light, before forcibly snapping her out of it. Not now.

“Doesn’t mean she has to drag the entire house down with her!” Jane hissed. “We’re in dead last thanks to her!”

“No surprise there,” Meadows says snidely. “She’s cursed. Won’t be surprised if she gives Hufflepuff just as bad of a reputation as Slytherin like what her brother did.”

“Lilith!” Penny exclaimed, looking angered while Rebecca’s eye twitched.

Oh for heavens’ sake. That’s it.

“Yeah, and you know what?” She scowled as she folded her arms, feeling completely and utterly pissed and she’s sure her face looks like it too. “Five words; I don’t give a shit.”

“Rebecca, language!” Jane scolded her. Rebecca ignored her. Not her fault that she has a big vocabulary thanks to her brother.

“You go on and on about the same crap as always about how I’m so so cursed and I’m going to ruin Hufflepuff’s reputation! It’s getting old. Come up with new stuff. Maybe then I’ll give you my time of day. You know, the very thing you’ve been asking for since we’ve arrived here?!”

Meadows opened her mouth to protest, a look of indignation on her face, but Rebecca shut her down. “Unless you got something to say other than how cursed I am, I don’t want to hear it,” she says coldly. “Oh! I almost forgot!” She whirls on Jane and points at her, irritated. “The house cup is stupid and useless. All it is is a damn cup and it goes to Slytherin anyway because of Snape’s outrageous favoritism. I’ll earn those points back, I know that for sure, but that will never change my perspective on the house cup.”

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed up to the dorms, managing to catch sight of Chiara’s concerned look, Penny’s proud grin, Tonks’ gleeful grin frozen in a laugh, and Diego’s awkward, but reassuring smile.

For some reason, she gains a flush on her face and she forces herself to look away, pulling her hair up with a ribbon.

—————

She can’t sleep.

She can never sleep. Insomnia hits her from time to time since her brother disappeared but it starts hitting her more frequently since she followed Snape and Filch to the corridor.

Sitting by the fire with honey lemon tea helps a bit. It smoothes her throat and although it doesn’t help her sleep, it keeps her calm.

Staring down at the silver dragons decorating her green pajamas, Rebecca lets out a frustrated sigh and sets down her tea on the table to rub her hands together, even though she knows it’s useless to try and warm them up.

Her hands will stay cold and will always be cold, as well as the rest of her body so she’ll be a literal ice cube, not that she can feel it. All she can feel is numbness in place of the cold and nothing more.

An unfortunate side effect.

“Quite, unfortunately, his sister seems to be in perfect health.”

She lets out a delirious snort. Perfect health. Yeah right.

Although there are pros to the side effect as much as there are cons. For example, she’s waiting for the chance to walk up to Lockwood and slap him in the face with her ice-cold hands. She can but since she’s already in trouble, she rather not risk her luck unless Lockwood provokes her. Shame, she would like to see his reaction.

Soft footsteps padded down the tunnel to the girls’ dormitory. Rebecca tensed and reached for her wand, but relaxed when she saw who it was.

“Chiara,” she said, blinking. “I’m surprised you’re awake.”

Chiara looked surprised too, eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. She closed it and offered her a smile. “I should be saying that as well,” her voice comes out soft. “Can’t sleep?”

“You can say that,” she lies through her teeth. “I just woke up about a half-hour ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. Is all. Tea?”

“I’d love one. Thank you.”

They sat in comfortable silence, and Rebecca’s thoughts drifted from there.

The Cursed Vaults. She thought she’ll avoid them at all costs but with the events and the conversation she overheard, she supposes not. If it gets her any closer to finding her brother, she’ll do whatever it takes. Maybe that way, she’ll get some normalcy in her life.

Well, close to a normal life she can get with her curse.

She lets out a slow breath.

Lord situation. Lord situation. She isn’t stupid. She knows they’re talking about her brother, and what happened when he got expelled, but there has to be more to the story.

What is it? What is she missing? What was her brother up to?

“Rebecca,” Chiara suddenly spoke up. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She frowned. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“You snapped at Lilith a week ago,” Chiara pointed out. “After you dueled Merula. You also yelled at Jane. No offense but… it’s not really you. You usually ignore them.”

Rebecca drank some of her tea and sighed. “I was in a bit of a bad mood, Chiara,” she said when she finished. Half-truth. “Besides it wasn’t the first time I snapped at Meadows. First day, remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Chiara said. “But you went out of your way to ignore her. Snapping at her and Jane just surprised me.”

Rebecca sighed. “I’m fine. Those two just irritate me way too much.”

Chiara frowned. “I know about your nightmares,” she says simply, making her freeze. Chiara takes her hand, frowning at it.

Probably wondering why it’s so cold, Rebecca thinks warily.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” she continues, snapping Rebecca out of her thoughts. “I hear you scream in your sleep sometimes. You can try to pretend but I’m not fooled.” She squeezes her hand and lets go. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about it but you seem to be always busy.”

Rebecca’s shoulders stumped. “Does anyone else know?”

Chiara shakes her head, sending silver locks everywhere. “No, as far as I know, only I know.”

“That’s good.” She watches the golden liquid of her tea swirl in the cup. “I hate to think what Meadows would do.”

Chiara giggles. “Lilith isn’t that bad when you get past all that.”

“I disagree.”

She giggles again and gets up. “Well, this talk was enlightening, and thanks for the tea.” Her eyes soften. “You should really go to Madam Pomfrey if those nightmares continue to bother you. They sound bad.”

Rebecca couldn’t bring herself to say that she doesn’t want to, nor does she trust any healer to help her. Her uncle was supposed to help her mother, and look at what happened instead. So instead, she does what she does best. She lies. “I will.”

Guilt squeezes her heart when Chiara smiles gratefully at her. “Thank you,” she says, before going up to their dorm again.

Rebecca averted her eyes. She shouldn’t trust her. None of them should. Half of the things that come out of her mouth are lies.

It’s for the best, She tells herself. They mustn’t get into her mess. It’s her mess and her mess only. She can deal with it on her own.

And if lying gets saves them from being dragged into this mess, so be it.

The frown on her face deepens, tired hazel eyes staring into the flickering fire, glowing in the darkness of the Common Room. Really though, she doesn’t have a choice. Who wants to get into her mess?

She shook her head. It’s clear that she can’t sleep with this on her mind. After several sleepless nights, maybe it’s about time she does something about it.

Reaching for her blanket, Rebecca wrapped it around herself and basked in its warmth, just for a bit to pretend she’s normal and not going to die, and it hits her now that she’s completely and utterly alone.

She has been alone for the past year, and it’s only now that she finds out info about the Cursed Vaults that it really hits her. No one to turn to. No one to by her side. Sure there’s Ben, Rowan, Bill, Chiara, even Penny, but how long will that last once they find how about her curse?

With a sharp frown, she wraps the blanket tighter around herself and heads out of the Common Room.

—————

“This is where Snape and Filch were talking…” she whispers as she approaches the corridor. A split second later, she chuckles to herself and shakes her head. So she has gone mad enough to talk to herself and expect an answer.

The corridor was surprisingly unguarded. She doesn’t relax. If anything, that puts her off. The door is obviously important. Snape told Filch to guard it and keep it locked, so why is so unprotected? Whatever is behind this door must be important. The Cursed Vaults caused so much trouble when her brother was around, so why leave it alone for even a minute?

She frowned. Regardless of why they would even let this door alone, she needs to be quick. Filch can be and will be nasty. If he catches her…

Shaking her head, she walks over to the wall and reaches out, fingertips brushing against the stone. As long as she hurries and stay aware of her surroundings, she’ll be fine. Although... there wasn’t much to search unless she goes inside the room herself.

Glancing at the door, she headed over and slowly pressed her palm against the wood. There was a slight tingling in her fingertips, slowly traveling up her arm, and hazel eyes widened and a slight gasp escaped her mouth as she pulled away.

That… wasn’t supposed to happen. Was it? Unless…

Her head pounded, but she ignored it and reached for the door again, curious about the tingling. If what she suspected is true...

There was a noise at the end of the corridor. Rebecca jumped violently and hopped straight onto the bench near her, whipping out her wand as she pointed it at the source of the noise, breathing heavily.

Someone was coming. No…, not someone. Something.

Her eyes moved over to the shadows, stretching against the wall, and shrinking as it got closer until it formed into… a shape of a cat.

Rebecca cursed. It could be just a cat belonging to some random student but she also knew that it could be Mrs. Norris. Not good.

A hand snatched up her blanket that she had dropped earlier when she got startled, Rebecca hopped off the bench and sprinted to the Common Room, suddenly grateful for her slipper socks, which muffled any sound her footsteps may make and also help her keep her footing so she won’t slip.

Even as she ran, she couldn’t help but look back at the door and muse on its purpose. An impenetrable lock, a mysterious door, and the constant threat of being caught by Filch. It almost seems impossible to breakthrough.

No matter. She’ll find a way. It’ll take some time, but she’ll figure it out.

—————

The next few weeks flew by. She moved to the room she had found to sleep there instead. She’s sure that it’s not allowed but if she has to deal with Meadows calling her mad every single day, she’ll go mad.

It’s not like anyone would care. As long as they see her in the dorm before bed, she’ll be fine. She always retires early to bed anyway. It wouldn’t be hard. She trusts most of them not to bother her when her curtains are drawn.

Most of them.

It is now Hallowe’en. She used to love that holiday but now it just feels dull without her family. She should be happy about that holiday. It is the day the war ended after all. But she couldn’t bring herself to.

...regardless, she is hungry, and she still doesn’t know how to get into the kitchens. So… might as well get some food before retreating back to her room.

Ugh.

So, hungry and tired, she heads to the Great Hall to go to the feast, completely and utterly alone, with no one by her side like always.

It was better than what she expected. There was candy-filled pumpkins, apples, black cauldrons of big lollipops, and all sorts of Hallowe'en-related decorations. It’s ridiculously unhealthy but her mouth is already watering at the amount of food even as she goes over to sit in at a lonely corner of the Hufflepuff table. Everyone is already sitting down, chatting happily with one another as they ate, celebrating the 3rd anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat.

But...

Where is Chiara? And Dumbledore?

Ice seems to form in her stomach as the feast continues and she realizes that she can’t see any of them. Which is why Rebecca jumped when someone slides into a seat next to her. She turns to see who it is.

Penny.

She smiles and Rebecca could have sworn her stomach flipped at the sight of it. “Happy Hallowe’en, Rebecca!”

Rebecca tries a smile. “You too, Penny.” Seeing Penny frown, she hurriedly continued. “They must have put a lot of hard into this feast, huh? It looks incredible…”

“Definitely!” Penny smiles again, although the glint of worry doesn’t leave her eyes. “I’ve been looking forward to this feast all year. What are you most looking forward to?”

Rebecca shrugged even as her eyes roamed over all the students, trying to find the missing two, mostly Chiara. “I suppose I’m looking forward to the entertainment.”

“I heard Snape is going to sing A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love,” Penny smirked, her eyes glittering with amusement.

“That’s absolutely horrible,” Rebecca complained. “That better be just a rumor. I think I’m going to be sick if it’s true.”

Penny laughed. “Relax. He’s just grumpy as always. I thought he was earlier but he was just grimacing through his teeth.” She shrugged and reached for some pie. “But it’s always funny to see what people cook up for the entertainment, which we’ll see soon anyway since the feast is almost over.”

Rebecca nodded, her frown returning. “Speaking of that, when is it starting? I hear Dumbledore usually introduces it but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“It is weird,” Penny said thoughtfully. “He hasn’t appeared since the start of the feast.”

Her hand forms into a fist. “I… see…”

She isn’t worried about Dumbledore. She knows he’s a very capable wizard. Chiara, on the other hand…

Her Veer buzzes angrily in her head, and alarm bells rang loudly. Something is horribly wrong.

Rebecca stood up abruptly. “I’ll go look for him,” she said stiffly.

“Oh,” Penny blinked. “Do you want me to come with—“

But Rebecca rushed out of the Great Hall before she can finish.

Please please be alright, Chiara.

—————

Her feet take her to the training grounds. The first thing she notices is Chiara, laying on the ground, unconscious.

The second thing is…

Is…

Rebecca’s eyes widened and she steps back. “What…?”

Three men stood a few feet behind Chiara, but the one right in the middle caught her attention the most. He looked bestially, with matted grey hair and whiskers, as well as pointed teeth and long yellowish nails.

Her blood turns cold when she realizes exactly who she’s looking at.

“Fenrir Greyback,” her voice comes out in a whisper, trembling slightly.

Greyback’s lips curled into a vicious grin. “Nothing to be afraid of, love,” he purrs. “We’re here to free you from your little life. To show you what true power is like…”

He gestured at her. “Come here~ I’ll be taking care of you from now on. After I get a bite or two…”

“Screw you,” she snarls, snapping out of it. Her arm shoots up and releases red sparks into the sky. Please, please help. “You don’t belong here, none of you do!”

A cruel laugh emits out of his mouth. She flinches at the sound of it.

“That’s where you’re wrong, little witch! Everything belongs to us!” He steps closer, his smile growing when she continues to step back. “You’ll see the truth soon enough! Or you’ll be dead…”

She can’t stop them. She’s just a first-year who barely started attending Hogwarts. She needs to get help.

Now.

Rebecca was lifting her wand, a spell at the tip of her tongue when one of the men next to Greyback darted towards her and slammed into her. Letting out a cry as she landed on the ground hard, her hands shot up instinctively and slams onto the werewolf’s shoulders, preventing him from going closer.

Keep elbows straight keep elbows straight! She screams in her head when the man pushes on her arms more insistently, jaws snapping, dribs of slobber falling on her face.

“Try and stop us!” Greyback’s voice sneered as she struggled with the werewolf on top of her. “That’s what this girl tried. Now, look at her; lying on the ground like a pretty little slab of meat… Go ahead! Take a bite out of her as long as you leave some for us! After all, what sort of leader would I be if I didn’t let my pack have a bite too?”

It was all instinct from there.

Rebecca grimaced her teeth, then moved to hook her feet on the man’s hips, first her left foot, then her right, and pushed back, before slamming her feet up against his chin with a scream. As soon as he reeled back, she scrambled out of his grip and as far away as possible, wiping off the slobber with a grimace.

She didn’t escape for long.

A force slams against the side of her head, sending her reeling and leaving her defenseless. Just enough for a hand to grab her neck and slammed her onto the ground.

“Oh, the little miss can fight,” the man snickered, curling a lock of hair behind her ear. “Shame it isn’t a full moon — you’ll be a lovely addition to the pack…”

The cold metal of her necklace seems to burn her skin. Her wrists were pinned to the ground to allow him to lean down and bite into her flesh, or he would have already if she wasn’t moving so much.

She can’t reach for the hidden knife.

She struggled, grunting as she tries to escape his jaws. She will not die here. She has too much to lose to die now.

Clawed hands dig into her forearms. Something wet was running down them. Blood. Blood, she can tell already. It was blood. She grits her teeth together and refuses to make a noise that will indicate her pain.

The bird was trying to escape its icy cage. It was slamming into the bars, trying to squeeze through the gaps, screeching to LET IT OUT. She can’t hold it back any longer. Let it free, just for a moment…

The last thing Rebecca sees is the man’s savage grin turning into a look of shock as ice climbs up his arms before she blacks out.

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beaut1fulmelody · 5 years

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there is more to you.

first fic ever please please be nice :-)

inspo for penny goes to the always amazing @justme--emily

endgame/iw never happened, penny is 15, everyone is alive.

tw for s*icidal thoughts (no actions, nothing graphic.)

summary: a year after ben's death, penny loses herself on a rooftop. tony helps bring her back.

"there are stars you

haven't seen

and loves you haven't loved

there's light you haven't felt

and sunrises yet to dawn

there are dreams

you haven't dreamt

and days you haven't lived

and nights you won't forget

and flowers yet to grow

and there is more to you

that you have yet to

know"

-gaby comprés

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The air was freezing, but she couldn't feel it. At least she didn't think she could.

It had been a year.

How could it already have been a year?

"-enny? Kid? C'mon, you're scaring me. Pick up."

She didn't.

The comm inside her mask started ringing again,

Incoming call from Tony Stark.

She tugged it off her head, setting it down on the concrete to her right. It had been a year. One year since her uncle died. (Because of you, she told herself). Because of her.

May and Tony and her several therapists she'd seen in the past twelve months had all firmly told her to stop blaming herself, but how could she? How could she forgive herself after someone she loved so much was just...gone? And it was entirely her fault?

She wanted peace, she wanted so desperately to be with her mom and dad and uncle again. But she didn't deserve peace. Not after-

Benandtheferryandallthepeopleyoucouldn'tsaveandMomandDadaregoneforeverandMayhatesyousheneverevenwantedkidsandMr.Starkjustkeepsyouaroundbecausehefeelsbadgettingridofyouandyou'resuchafuckingburdenyoudon'tevendeservetobealive

-not after everything.

She took a breath. She placed her hands on the cold metal barrier separating her and a fifty-floor drop. She took another breath.

She didn't deserve peace. But she wouldn't get it anyway, right?

Good people go to Heaven, bad people go to Hell, she reminded herself. With the amount of hurt she's caused, there was no way she was going to Heaven. She was getting what she deserved.

She took a step back, hands still on the rail. She was a ball of energy and pain and momentum building. She felt so much and nothing at all. Her grip tightened.

A resounding clunk of metal landed behind her. She whipped around, not surprised to see the suit of armor containing her mentor in it.

She choked on a sob, his arms were out of the suit and wrapping around her in an instant.

"Mr. Stark, I-" A million explanations and excuses and "I'm okay's" rushed through her head all at once, but she couldn't get them out.

"I know, kid."

She shook her head, pulling away.

"It's my fault." He started to say something but she spoke over him, "Don't say it isn't because I know it is. It's my fault he's dead and if Ben had to die then-"

"Don't say that."

"-Then I deserve to die, too."

He shook his head, and Penny was absorbed with guilt at the look on the man's face. She'd never seen her mentor look this upset.

"Pen. All the people I killed with the weapons back in the day, everyone who got caught in the crossfire during missions, every stupid choice I’ve made, do I deserve to die for all that?"

Instantly, Penny responded. "No, no, of course not. You never meant for any of that to happen. You were doing your best."

He nodded, “And you were just a kid. You still are. Nothing you did directly caused your uncle’s death, you know that.”

She shook her head yes, sniffling.

“You can’t carry this on your back for the rest of your life, kid. I know you can’t see it now, but there’s more to you than this. You’re a person, and a damn good one if I do say so myself. You don’t have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders just yet. He wouldn’t want that.”

“I miss him so much.” She said, pushing herself back into her mentor’s arms. He wrapped them around her small frame protectively exactly like Ben used to.

“I know, I know you do honey.” He said, comforting the teenager as best as he knew how. “C’mon, how about we get you back to the Tower, you can have a nice good sleep and we can digest the rest of this in the morning?”

She nodded, “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, just promise me you’ll talk to somebody before it gets this bad again, okay? You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

Ben’s death had left a father-figure shaped hole in Penny’s heart, but Mr. Stark was there to help her heal it.

#pennyparker #peterparker #irondad #fanfic #fic #ironman #avengers #mcu #marvel #spiderman #spidergirl #alternateuniverse #femalepeterparker #depression #hurt/comfort

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rambling-at-midnight · 5 years

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Snowflakes Melt Too Quickly: Part 2

Okay, I’m sorry it took so long. I’m working on a bunch of other projects in the wake of Avengers: Endgame, but don’t worry, this is still going to get finished!

Pairing: Five x Reader

The Freeze

Day 6

Five knows a lot about patching up burns (you suspect he knows a lot about patching up wounds in general, or just everything in general) and he helps you to find a cream to put on your feet and arms. It stings like a bitch and you cry, too strung out and tired from the actual apocalypse to deal with more pain. He also makes a whole day out of clearing the ground a bit so it’s easier for you to roll your wheelchair around.

You appoint yourself to be in charge of the food. By some miraculous fluke, there is an emergency power switch that’s working, so you manage to keep the fridges running, which means there’s frozen food, power outlets, and pretty much everything you need.

Five must come from a pretty sheltered family. He doesn’t know anything about the one fancy coffee machine you’d pulled out of the wreckage of TVs and he also doesn’t know how to use the microwave, saying his is a lot older than that one. How old is his microwave? It’s not like microwaves have changed a whole lot in the past decade, but you digress. You’re just happy someone else has survived the apocalypse.

To pay him back for all his help, you turn on some music from some electronics you’d found in the back. The internet is still up, but you have a feeling there’s not going to be any updates to any sites or software any time soon. He hadn’t known what a tablet was or how a phone could be that small.

He must come from a really old-fashioned family.

At the end of the day, you pull out another version of one of the puzzles you’ve already made. One good thing about puzzles is that they never really get old. Five helps you for maybe thirty minutes before asking you about heavier topics.

“Y/N, do you have any family? Is there any way any of them could be alive?”

You put the puzzle away before responding. “I had my mom and my dad. My dad was at home, so I assume he’s dead.” You have to stuff your fist in your mouth to keep from choking out a sob at that callous statement. You hope he’s not dead, but you know, logically, that he is.

“Hey,” Five says softly, moving to sit next to you on the ground. “I know it’s hard. I lost my family too.” A shadow passes over his face and your heart aches for him.

You take a deep breath and blink quickly. You can’t close your eyes too long, though, because you can still see the moon exploding, like it’s been etched into the inside of your eyelids. “Yeah. And I was with my mom when… it happened, but she wanted to drive somewhere safe, and, well, everyone knows that a Costco is a pretty safe place to go if anything’s happening…” you wipe away a stray tear trickling down your cheek. “I ran back in here just moments before the fire hit.” Just thinking about it makes your chest feel tight.

“The fire?” Five repeats. “What fire? What happened, exactly, Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,” you gasp out. You can’t breathe. “I don’t want to talk about it. And don’t you know?” Accusing Five helps you breathe a little deeper, takes your mind off the fact that he’s the only person you’ll ever talk to again.

“Long story,” he says shortly, which he said yesterday. Maybe he doesn’t trust you enough to tell you his story, but honestly, if the two of you are the last people on earth, what’s the point of secrets?

You’ll ask him about it another time. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about his story that you do about yours, but you can’t imagine Five, who, in the last day you’ve known him, being as weak as you are.

Day 14

You can’t believe how long it took you. Your parents told you all about his siblings, their special powers, and the whole Academy. They got Luther and Allison’s autographs, for heaven’s sake!

“You’re Five Hargreeves,” you blurt out one morning during breakfast.

Five quirks one eyebrow at you as he looks up from his strawberries and bread. You chose the less healthy option of a piece of ice cream cake, citing the excuse that it would get bad quicker. “Yes.” He draws out the word, making it clear he doesn’t really see why it’s important.

“But you disappeared years ago,” you say, abandoning the rest of your cake. You were almost done with it anyway, and this new development is certainly interesting. “And that means you’re about thirty years old. So why do you look my age? And how did you survive?”

Five sighs and puts down his fork. “I’m assuming you know my power.”

You nod.

“Well, another part of my power is the ability to time travel,” he explains. “Unfortunately, it was not a skill that my old man wanted to train on very much. He felt that no matter how much I practiced, time travel is just too unpredictable.”

“So when you disappeared you jumped to 2019,” you guess. “Now. Just after the apocalypse. And you’re my age even though you were born thirty years ago. But why haven’t you time traveled back?”

He inclines his head to you, raising his eyebrows. “I’m impressed you were able to put it together so quickly. Unfortunately, as the old man had said, time travel is unpredictable. It did something to my powers so that I can’t even jump right now.”

“That sucks,” you say, not very eloquently.

Five shrugs, though you think it bothers him more than he lets on. It would bother you for sure. “I’ll get them under control soon enough. I’m more impressed with you. I should think I’m not talked about much in this era, seeing as how I’m the only one not still out and about.”

“Well, you and Ben,” you say without thinking, and then wince.

Five’s head snaps up and he narrows his eyes at you. “What?”

You swallow and keep your eyes on your plate, scratching at the foam with your plastic fork. “Ben died just before the Umbrella Academy broke up. I don’t know how. Your dad was pretty private. And, really, your disappearance and Ben’s death set you two apart from the others. There are lots of conspiracy theories about you on the internet. There were,” you correct. After thirteen years of being surrounded by people, being so alone is hard to get used to.

Five leans back in the lawn chair he’d assembled three days ago and crosses his arms on his chest, staring at you with a stony expression. “Give me a minute.” He gets up and walks away into the toiletry aisle, knowing full well you can’t follow him. That aisle has the most boxes on the floor and you simply can’t get into it with your wheelchair.

Not that you would follow him anyway. Finding out that your siblings are all dead is tough. Even if Ben would have died anyway in the apocalypse, it’s hard to hear that he died when Five was gone. For all you know, Five’s presence could have saved him.

You pack up the rest of the cake and put it back into the freezer. Time to practice walking again. It’s not as painful as it was when Five first showed up, but you still can’t do it for long, and you hate the weakness.

Day 48

Five can’t sleep.

It’s not just the cold winds blowing in from all angles, through the various holes in the warehouse’s walls. It’s not just the hard, cold floor he’s lying on. It’s not just the knowledge that he’s stuck 15 years in the future. It’s not even the knowledge that the future sucks actual ass.

It’s you. You’re sniffling again, obviously crying but trying to cry as quietly as possible.

It’s annoying.

Yeah, he knows that losing your entire family is hard. Five lost his, too! And being here with each other is definitely better than being alone, but Five’s under no delusions. He knows he’s not exactly easy to live with. He’s brash and abrasive and he ignores you without telling you why. He knows you’ve gotten so mad with him you’ve had to scream and cry several times (he’s only been here six weeks, too), but at least you have the good sense to do it in private. There’s hope for you yet.

Sure, he supposes it’s annoying to have permanently disfigured feet, but they’re not that bad. They’re just discolored, really, and a little bit swollen. And he knows that it hurts to walk, too, a lot of the time; your permanent limp is a testament to that. He’s told you time and time again that it’ll get better. It always gets better. When Five’s not being a complete jerk, he’s trying to make up for being a complete jerk. There’s hope for him yet.

And, yes, he gets that you’re going to be scared once he figures out how to jump back to his time and stop the apocalypse from happening, but as he’d told you earlier that day, he’s going to stop the apocalypse from happening.

There’s hope for both of you yet.

You obviously think Five’s sleeping or you would’ve walked away to do your crying in a more private place. He feels a little bad that he’s going to leave you and even worse that you’re so scared of being left alone. He’s pretty sure, though, the worst part of it is how he’s letting you cry right now, just listening, not letting you know that he can hear you and that he doesn’t really want to abandon you, but he doesn’t really have a choice.

He can’t speak, though. Something in his stomach will make his voice crack if he speaks, he knows it, or he won’t even get the words out. He can’t say anything.

A particularly harsh burst of wind washes over your two forms. Five, laying under the puzzle table in the center of the warehouse, pillows and blankets piled under him in the form of a makeshift mattress, and more blankets on top of him to keep the chill away. You, underneath the book table because god forbid a boy and a girl sleep next to each other, laying on a layer of only blankets because you toss and turn in your sleep and move the pillows that are under you, with a small mountain of blankets on your form and a fort of pillows around your form in an attempt to block out the wind.

Only six feet apart and yet it’s twenty miles. Complete strangers still but the closest friends (you can’t be friends, Five knows, because he doesn’t have friends, and besides, friends don’t make other friends cry, but what else can he call the two of you?).

Very different sleeping styles. If Five came to you, the ground would be too hard for him to sleep, and if he invited you to sleep you’d shiver and shake and move all the pillows away until you’re both lying on the cold stone ground.

He rolls over, squeezes his eyes shut, and lets you cry.

Day 183

“Try again,” you encourage, sitting on top of a table and swinging your legs. You’ve got a loose t-shirt on and shorts. During the winter the warehouse is too cold and during the summer it’s too hot. What you wouldn’t give for some air conditioning right now.

Five glares at you, ignoring the pained look on your face as you watch him possibly abandon you. He hasn’t missed the way you tense every time his fists make that blue light. “Don’t rush me.” He takes a deep breath and shakes his hands, shifting his weight between his feet. What if this is it? What if this is the moment he’s finally able to jump again?

What if this is the very last moment he spends with you?

Five drops his hands and looks at you. “You know I don’t want to leave you, right?” The honesty surprises and scares him; he’s never said anything that nice to you. He’s never said anything that nice to anyone. Growing up in the Umbrella Academy forbade emotional connections (unless Reginald could exploit them).

The half-smile drops off your face and you scowl. “No. You’re an asshole to me most of the time. I’m sure you’ll be glad to get rid of me.”

Five blinks, taken aback by the attack. He’d meant to have a nice moment, possibly a goodbye, and you just metaphorically lunged for his throat.

You ease yourself off the desk and limp away from Five. He’d offered to make you crutches the other day, but you’d pointed out that both of your feet hurt, and crutches are for the people that have at least one working leg. He’d pointed out that you could give your feet breaks one at a time. You’d told him you’d get back to him on it. He’d thought you’d been thinking about it, too. Maybe his daily attempts to jump, though, are what’s making you so hesitant to ask him for a favor or so aggressive when he tries to establish an emotional connection with you. They’re a daily reminder that he’s going to leave—trying as hard as he can to leave—and you can’t come with him.

It’s as if Five’s been spitting in your face every day.

“Come on, Y/N,” he says, chasing after you. It’s not hard to catch up; he’s fast and sure on his feet, and you’re limping. Five grabs your arm to slow you down. “Come on.”

“What?” you snap, slapping his hand away. “Come to insult me again?”

“Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have called you a cripple yesterday,” Five admits.

You laugh sarcastically. “Oh, you think?”

“Y/N, we are the last two people on earth!” Five exclaims. “Don’t you think it’d be a good idea to get along? Your only option is me!”

“Yeah, and that’s the only reason I’m putting up with you,” you snarl. “I’d choose anyone over you, Five. You’re an asshole! You’re arrogant, you’re selfish, you’re rude, and if I could run I’d have run from here the day you came!”

“It’s not like you’re a ray of sunshine either!” Five yells back. “All you do is sit and whine and cry about your feet and your family! Guess what? My family’s dead, too, and I shouldn’t even be going through this crapfest of an apocalypse. I should be growing up with my family!”

“Then go back and try to jump!” you bellow, shoving him with both your hands. Five stumbles back and would have fallen if his back hadn’t collided with a metal rack. The pain makes him even angrier.

“I will!” he bawls back. “I will! I hope I make it back, too! I hope I grow up with them and die in the apocalypse and you survive so you live out the rest of your miserable life with no help and no one to talk to!”

You slap Five, hard, and turn away again.

He doesn’t chase after you.

It takes Five a full week to talk to you, and then it’s only a stiff “Where’s the milk?”

You don’t respond.

It takes you two weeks to talk to him.

Day 363

You’re crying again. You’d dropped a heavy pan on your foot and screamed. The only protection you have on your feet are fuzzy socks. Apart from the occasional splinter and piece of glass (after the last time you’d been cut on your left foot and not cried at all despite your white knuckles as Five cleaned the wound, he’d spent two full days without sleeping cleaning up every part of the warehouse so you’d have to search out something to step on) there was no need for you to wear anything else.

Now that you’re able to walk for a little bit without pain, whereas before there was always pain, you’re starting to do a little more lifting and work in order to stay busy. It would be so easy to just sit and eat, read, and puzzle yourself to death, but you can’t do that. You have to stay busy like how Five has to do his mathematical equations to stay busy.

Five doesn’t blame you for screeching. You’re lucky you didn’t break any toes; the pan is heavy metal, and that plus your burn pain? He can’t even fathom being as strong as you are.

He wraps your foot up and decides that now is the perfect time to give you the crutches he’d made. It had taken a lot of work, sleepless nights, and splinters, but he’d managed to fasten two big logs he’d found on the ground into crutches. He’d had to cut off different parts of the logs to create handholds as well as make them a reasonable size. Stapling fabric and stuffing to the top part wasn’t hard.

They may look terrible compared to professional crutches, but Five’s proud he did what he could with what he had. Secretly, he starts to fantasize leaving the warehouse and finding a hospital to get you better crutches, but he thinks he’ll start out with getting you a pair of shoes. If only this Costco had shoes.

With a pang of shock, Five realizes he doesn’t want to leave you alone, despite the lack of any risk. You’d be completely fine if he left to find you shoes and crutches.

He just doesn’t want to be alone, and more importantly, he doesn’t want you to be alone.

You start crying harder when he presents the crutches to you and you fling your arms around his neck, squeezing as hard as you can as you thanked him over and over again.

Five doesn’t understand girls.

Day 447

“Five!” You shake Five’s shoulder again. For the first time ever you’re awake earlier than him, mostly because the wall you’d built out of pillows had toppled in the middle of the night (you suspect you kicked it) and a gust of wind had woken you. You don’t know how he can ignore the wind. It digs through your skin and deep to your bones with every gust.

“Huh?” the boy rubs his eyes. “Y/N? Is everything all right?” Five’s eyes are barely cracked open. He doesn’t want to fully open them because then it means that he’ll be fully awake and not going back to sleep until nighttime.

“It’s snowing!” you’d excitedly responded, pulling him up. You can feel the cold seeping through your sweatshirt and leggings, but you don’t mind. You’ll put on more layers later, but you know for a fact that playing in the snow doesn’t make you cold. “Come on, Five!”

“It’s just snow, Y/N,” he’d grumbled, trying to turn over and go back to sleep (he was up late last night because you’d been snoring). “It’ll still be here later.”

“But we have to be the first people to mess it up!” you exclaim. Every other time it had snowed you’d woken up early so your neighbors wouldn’t mess up the snow in your yards before you. There is something extremely satisfying about fresh snow, and it’s even more satisfying when you’re the one messing it up.

“Y/N, there’s no one left to mess it up,” Five grumbles, turning over in his bed.

You fall back on your haunches, realization hitting you. You’d been so excited about the snow that the constant shadow hanging over your head—the shadow of all your dead friends and family, the shadow of all the people that didn’t survive the fire—had disappeared for a second.

You walk out to the snow anyway, trying not to let Five ruin your day just like he always does, but it’s black.

Day 524

Five’s fingers are running through your hair gently as he braids it. He’d said his sisters taught him how to braid their hair when they couldn’t do it themselves, but you honestly can’t imagine Allison ever needing help with anything. Plus, you can’t ever imagine Vanya in a braid. Every time you’d ever seen pictures of her, her hair was only ever unstyled and hanging loose around her face.

“I was thinking,” he begins, interrupting your reading of The Catcher in the Rye. “We’re almost out of food.”

You scoff, closing the book but keeping your finger in the page you were reading. “What are you talking about? We’ve got a ton left!” Sure, it’s almost halfway gone, but there’s still a lot left. You and Five have barely started on the packaged and snack food, too; he’d insisted on eating the perishables first.

“It’ll only last us a few more months,” Five insists. He pulls on your hair, but you’re not sure if it was on purpose. “I’m sure there are other buildings out there that have more food.”

You tense and start to turn around, but he yanks you back so your hair doesn’t get messed up. “You want to leave?”

“Just for a few days,” Five insists. “And just me. I don’t want you walking around for long because of your feet, you know, and why should we permanently leave a working shelter that has everything we need? I just want to bring back a little bit more food and supplies for all of us. I also want to see if there are any undamaged showers nearby. Using the sink in the women’s bathroom gets old quickly.”

You can’t argue with that. It takes forever to scrub yourself with the sink’s water. It’s not efficient, but it’s better than nothing.

Still, you don’t want to be left here alone. “I could go with you, though. And how will you bring anything back? How would you find your way back?”

“I found a wagon that I could use,” Five suggests. “And we could go all Hansel and Gretel if you like. I’m sure there’s a string that I could wrap around trees and such for a path.”

“I don’t like it,” you say stubbornly. “I want to go with you.”

“Y/N, you won’t be able to walk as far as I want to go,” Five says, tying an elastic around the end of the braid. “I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

The problem with that is you don’t know if he’ll come back. Sure, he could pretend that he’s going to, and he could put up an act of leaving a trail, but the second he’s out of sight you could be on your own for the rest of your life.

You turn around, chewing on your lip as you look at Five’s earnest face. He doesn’t look like he’s lying.

I trust you, you want to say. You wouldn’t have said that a year ago, or even six months ago. You shouldn’t trust him. He’s still trying to jump, but he doesn’t try as often as every day anymore. Do you trust Five to leave and come back?

Day 558

Five can’t help the butterflies in his stomach as he sees the familiar Costco, the place he’s been living with you for the past year and a half, looming on the horizon. His right hand clenches around the string he’s holding. It’s stretched taut between the burnt shell of a car that may or may not have been red before the fire and a stray lamppost that had been mangled. It was his breadcrumb trail for the entire time he was gone.

The wagon creaks and rattles as he pulls it along with his left hand. The ground is especially rough and more than a few times Five has had to pick everything up from the ground when it all fell from the wagon. The crutches have fallen over the most, but it’ll be worth it to see your face when Five gives them to you.

“Y/N!” he yells, trotting around the cars’ corpses. “Y/N, I’m back!” In the silence of the apocalypse, his voice is deafening. Every creak of the wagon sounds like a gunshot.

“Y/N!” Five drops the handle of the wagon at the entrance of the warehouse. “I’m back!”

“Five?” You limp into his gaze. You sound entirely too surprised to see him again. Had you really thought he wasn’t coming back? Sure, Five was gone longer than he had anticipated, but he’d promised to come back.

The look on your face is priceless. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open and turning up like you’re trying not to smile. Five imagines he has a similar look on his face as he tries to stifle his smile. He’d missed you more than he’d thought possible, just like he misses his siblings. He supposes that’s what happens when someone gets used to someone else’s presence in the way you get used to someone that lives with you. It’s alien to live without them.

Faster than Five had ever seen you walk before, your hobble turns into sort of a gallop and you throw yourself into his arms. “I thought you weren’t coming back,” you whisper into his neck, and it breaks his heart a little bit.

“I said I was,” he replies, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing. “And I did.”

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The Two O’Clock Meeting - pt 2 of TwoShot

"I'm so angry I could tear him limb from limb!" Jay spat. He was practically frothing at the mouth as he slammed his bag to the ground and jumped onto his mattress.

"I'm so tired I could sleep for the rest of my life." Evie yawned, sitting down on her bed and leaning down to unlatch her shoes. She wiggled her toes and frowned at the red calluses on the undersides of her feet that looked like little triangles from always wearing heels. "Jay, don't throw your bag so hard. You'll break it."

"I can't help it!" Jay growled. "Harry Hook is so stupid!"

"I'm so hungry I could eat an entire coil of rope." Carlos moaned, dropping face-first onto his bed. Simultaneously, everyone's stomachs growled. Carlos's face twisted in pain as he curled up a little next to his pillow. "Think we could steal one from the pirates? I'm sure there'd be some nutritional value with all the time those ropes spend in the ocean."

"If all that gunk from the water doesn't kill you, the pirates will." Jay pointed out, picking up a stick and starting to splinter off tiny pieces. "And your mom after them."

"It'd be worth it," Carlos grumbled, curling up tighter around himself.

"No, it wouldn't." Jay shot back.

"Maybe it would-" Carlos began, but Mal cut them both off.

"I'm so sick of your bantering that I might have to knock you both out the hard way!" She snapped. She sank back into the squashy chair and shifted from side to side to get the lumps pushed out to the sides. Her eyes closed slowly.

"Oh, bring it on Mal. I will take you on any day of the week." Jay retorted, flinging splinters at the ceiling.

"Yeah? Well, you'll lose every day of the week." Mal scoffed.

Jay flung a splinter at the ceiling. It bounced off and thwacked against Mal's head. Her eyes snapped open and she sat straight up. A deep green light made her eyes glow. Jay shrank back, silenced, and dipped his head in apology. He brushed the rest of the splinters off his bed and onto the floor, making Evie wrinkle her nose, and pulled the covers over his shoulder. Mal exhaled and leaned back into the chair. A cool wind rushed around the room and made her shiver. She crossed her arms and squeezed her eyes tight.

"I'm so cold I might freeze to death by morning." Evie mourned.

Mal sighed. "Yeah." She agreed. "Me too."

Across the room, Jay and Carlos made matching sounds of agreement. They all fell silent, shivering into hunched positions, and then Carlos let out a very loud sigh of relief.

"What?" Jay huffed irritably."

"Oh, a warm gust just came from underneath my bed." Carlos sighed. "It's like a magical fog."

Mal opened her eyes and stood up. The cold had made her toes numb. She wandered close to Carlos's bed, inspecting it, and then gasped. A mist was arising from the floor. Jay and Evie sat up across the room and Carlos rolled over as Mal dropped to her knees and began to feel around the floorboards. A hot space on the floor in the shape of a square was causing the air to steam. Her fingers found a groove that she was sure – positive – hadn't been there before. "Help me pry this up, Jay." She demanded. Immediately, a pair of larger, callused hands with short fingers joined her on the floor. They pried up the boards and looked down into what looked like a different world. Clean carpet was beneath them, and clothes were hanging up along three walls. A door was on the third wall. All four kids stared down at the view. Mal swallowed.

"I'm… going to hop down first." She mumbled.

"What if it's some sort of trap?" Jay whispered, furrowing her brow.

"Then I'll be warm before I die." Mal shrugged. She braced her arms on either side of the square – it was about two feet wide – and swung her feet over the side. She dropped down and landed with a soft thud on the carpet down below. The warm air made her skin prickle. She let out a breath, tested the floor, and looked up. "I think it's safe," She whispered.

Carlos and Evie jumped down after her, one by one, and then Jay slowly lowered himself down. The moment he landed, there was a whoosh, and the square in the ceiling disappeared. Mal took a little breath. "Uh oh." She mumbled. Hopefully, that didn't turn into a problem.

"Look at these clothes," Evie mumbled, pulling a shirt off of a rack and holding it up to her. She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, it's purple. And there's paint on it." She picked at something on the seam. "Where can I find some blues?"

Evie put the shirt back up on the rack and flipped on the light in the closet. Everyone blinked as bright, fluorescent lights blinded them. They looked around. "Wow." Jay snorted. "Good luck Evie."

The entire closet was filled with green, purple, and black, with a few shades of white here and there. Evie's mouth dropped open incredulously. "What on earth?" She gasped. "Who would wear this much purple?"

"I dunno, it kind of sounds like my kind of deal." Mal snorted, picking out a leather jacket with metal studs.

"Uh-huh, and is this your kind of deal?" Evie asked, going to the back of the closet and pulling out a gigantic floor-length gown with spiderwebbing patterns across the bodice. Mal wrinkled her nose and turned away. Evie hummed and put the dress back. Mal squinted through more leather jackets and pulled one out.

"Tell me this doesn't look familiar." She hummed, turning and displaying the jacket to them. On the heart was her name, and on the back was Maleficent's symbol and the inscription 'Long Live Evil'.

Jay, Evie, and Carlos all stared at the artifact, and then they glanced around at the miles of fabric. Mal hung the second jacket up with pinched lips and turned her attention to the door. She stretched her hand forward to the handle. Right before she could wrap her fingers around the handle, the sound of a door slamming in the next room over made her yank her hand back. The door rattled on its hinges. Everyone's heads swiveled around as someone let out an unholy scream from the other room.

A door opened and someone began to speak. "Mademoiselle, I-"

"Get out Lumiere!" The person, a girl, who had screamed before yelled at the top of her lungs. "I'm not going to the stupid meeting! I'm done with everything! I quit my job, I'm not doing it anymore!" Something broke as it hit the wall and shattered. Mal turned around to her friends with raised eyebrows. She mouthed the word 'Wow'.

The door closed softly and there came the sound of someone sobbing from the other room. Mal carefully wrapped her fingers around the handle and opened the door. The crying stopped as she pushed the door open and examined the next room over. It was very large. To the immediate left was a large bed with blue and grey sheets and large, cushiony pillows. On the other side was another closet, but that door was propped open. Around the room, Mal could spot two desks. One was neat and clean, and the other horrendously messy with a dragon decoration on it. The far side of the room had several large floor-to-ceiling windows that peered out over a large city and an ocean in the far distance. Evie gasped, and Mal could see why. The barrier to the Isle of the Lost was visible out over the ocean. As in the place they had just come from.

Mal looked around the room for the person who'd been yelling. She couldn't see anyone for several seconds until she found the door on the far-right side of the room. A figure was leaning against the door, wiping her eyes and taking deep breaths. Mal's hands stilled at her side. The figure's hair was curled and clean and very, very purple.

"Mal?" Carlos asked, squinting at the figure. She sniffled and turned around.

"Carlos? I didn't know you were-" She stopped upon seeing them all. Mal took a few steps backward as she stared at herself. She was much older, with longer hair and makeup smudged on the corner of her eyes. And she was taller, too. "Oh," The older Mal blinked. "Are you my two o'clock meeting?"

"You have meetings?" Jay asked, confused.

Older Mal sniffled and wiped her eyes one more time. She opened the door. A white-haired man in a suit was standing outside, looking irate. "I'm sorry for yelling, Lumiere." She apologized. "I'll go now."

"His Highness already asked if you want to head down and see him before you do." Lumiere offered. "Would that make you happier?"

Older Mal nodded, still looking sullen. She turned and beckoned to the core four. "Come on now, follow me." She sighed.

Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos all fell into a little line and followed Older Mal out of the door. Lumiere's mouth dropped open when he saw them, but Older Mal waved his shock aside. "Stranger things happen." She reminded him. "We'll be with Ben."

Lumiere nodded and turned to walk in the other direction. Mal had to hand it to him – he took things well. Better than her, at least. She tapped her look-alike on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, but are you me?"

"No." Older Mal sniffed. "I'm obviously older." Mal's mouth fell open.

"Was that you screaming in the other room?" Jay asked cautiously. "Cause you sounded really, really mad."

Older Mal's mouth twisted into despair. "I'm just so sick of everyone booking up my art time! Can't they understand I just want to paint!" She burst into tears and suddenly sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. Mal backed away. There was no way this was her. She'd never be set off so easily. Older Mal hiccupped and scrubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry." She apologized again. "I'm trying to get used to all these hormones and it's hard." She pressed her hands to her midsection, and for the first time, Mal noticed that there was some very defined swelling there. She backed away with her hands held aloft. Nope. Nope. Not on your life, nope. There was no way to heaven that this could possibly be her.

Older Mal hiccupped again and got up. She restarted her walk down the hall, and the rotten four exchanged glances. Should they try and follow her? Slowly, one by one, they all took up their place in line again. Older Mal wandered into a receptionist area. She sniffled a little as she walked up to a lady behind a desk. "Debra?" She asked softly.

The woman behind the desk had auburn hair and wide-rimmed glasses. She smiled at the Older Mal. "Hello, dearie." She smiled.

"Hi," Older Mal sighed. She gestured at the four kids behind her, hanging out in the doorway. "My two o'clock has arrived." She drummed her fingers on her desk. "Is he available?"

"The King?" Debra asked with a laugh. Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos exchanged wide looks as Debra examined them with a smile. "He's finishing up his 1:15 right now."

"Great." Older Mal sighed and turned around. "Come on guys, we're going to go see his royal pain in my rear."

"The king?" Mal blinked. "As in, the ruler of Auradon?" Older Mal nodded and thanked Debra quietly. She began to walk down a hallway. The core four followed behind closely. At the end of the hall was a single doorway on the left side with a plaque reading: King Benjamin on it. Mal stared at the plaque. Last she checked, the Beast's name had been Adam, not Ben. Ben was the prince. The fact that this read King Ben meant that the throne had been… passed on.

Older Mal put her hand on the handle without knocking and Evie gasped. "You can't just barge into the King's office!" She hissed, looking worriedly at the door.

Older Mal deadpanned at them. "Why not?" She asked.

"He'll get mad!" Evie whispered, twisting her hands together. Older Mal scoffed at them and twisted the handle. She pushed the door open with her foot and walked into the room. Immediately, a little shriek echoed from inside. Evie winced before they watched Mal scoop up a tiny torpedo of purple, who jumped into her arms and almost knocked her feet out from under her. They all took a cautious few steps inside.

The King's office had a large window behind a wooden desk in the center of the room. Paintings were hung around the room and books were packed into a bookcase to the immediate left of the desk. A woman with long, dark braids peered out and smiled when she saw them outside. "Wow, now there's some nostalgia!" She laughed. "Come on in, guys." She swept open the door wider. "We were just leaving. Come on, Jay."

Jay's head swiveled as a tall, caramel-skinned person appeared behind the woman, putting a hand on her shoulder. He blinked softly at them with dark, piercing eyes. "Wow." He hummed. "My hair was so bad when I was twelve." In response, Jay's lips pinched into a frown, but there was no denying that this older version of Jay has much, much better hair.

"It's bad no matter what." The woman joked, bumping him with her hip.

"You love my hair." Older Jay laughed, catching her in his grasp and kissing her forehead. "Well, have a nice meeting, you kids. See you in the mirror in a few years." They let the kids slip into the office beside them and shut the door behind them. Evie, Jay, Carlos, and Mal turned around in shock, just in time to watch Older Mal set down a child who looked about seven as an older girl, only ten though, slumped into her chair with a colossal groan.

"Meetings are so boring!" She exclaimed, dragging her toes into the floor as her purple hair draped over her shoulders like a cloud. "Why do I have to do them?"

"You and me both, Co-co." Mal hummed. She bent down, peppering the little boy's face with kisses as he giggled and hugged her legs. Behind the desk was a tall man with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes, who watched Mal kiss her son with a bright smile. Because really, that's what this was, right? Her son? With her bright purple hair and green eyes who was holding onto her for dear life? Mal felt like she might faint, especially as the man behind the desk with the same dark eye's as Older Mal's daughter focused on her and let a smirk pull at the corners of his mouth.

"Alright, baby, let me through." Older Mal hummed. Her son let go of her legs and sat against his father's desk as Older Mal walked around the desk.

"Heard you had a meltdown." The king hummed, sitting up as she walked towards him. Older Mal let out a disparaged sound. Ben stood up and tugged her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest as he rubbed her back comfortingly.

Mal exchanged bewildered looks with her friends. That was the King of Auradon. And the children in this room had his skin and her hair. And she was hugging him. "So… what's going on here?" She interjected.

King Ben hummed. "I'm hugging my wife." He told them. Mal deflated. Older Mal wasn't just a bizarre interpretation of what she could be if she'd grown up in Auradon, she was Queen Mal. Mal sat down hard in one of the chairs alongside the palace. The ten-year-old, Co-co, sat up and poked Mal's arm. "You look like me." She yawned.

"That's your mom, Colette." King Ben hummed, rubbing Queen Mal's arms. "You okay?" He whispered. She shrugged and sighed before turning around to the bewildered kids.

"Colette, Jordan, I need you to go play for a little while." Queen Mal requested, rubbing a hand over her face. "Daddy and I have a meeting with Evie, Jay, Carlos, and Mal."

Despite the bizarre situation, both kids nodded and went to the door. Colette stopped to steal a hug from her mom before disappearing out the door behind Jordan. Queen Mal waved to them as they left the room. "Colette Hope and Jordan Truth." She yawned. "Yes, I know their names are cheesy. Ben liked them and I was high on painkillers." She elbowed her husband as he offered her his chair with a roll of his eyes.

"You married the king." Mal hummed flatly. "Yeah, that sounds realistic. What sort of elaborate prank is this?"

"You're clearly not taking me seriously, so I'm just going to start talking." Older Mal grumbled. King Ben sat down in the seat his daughter had vacated with an eyeroll as Queen Mal twiddled her thumbs together and began to explain. "When I was sixteen, Then-Prince Benjamin was just about to ascend the throne when he issued his first proclamation, which stated the children on the Isle of the Lost should be given a chance to chose good and live in Auradon. He invited me and my friends over, and our parents sent us, hoping we'd be able to steal the wand from Fairy Godmother to free them on the Isle of the Lost. Once here, we learned that Ben's girlfriend would be allowed to stand at the front during his coronation when the wand would be used to swear him in as king. One love spell later, I was dating the king."

"Let me guess." Jay snorted. "She saw how great Love was and how happy everyone in Auradon was and decided to stay?"

"Basically." Queen Mal nodded. The core four stared at her incredulously. She shrugged. "Carlos decided he liked not being hit and mauled by his mother and also learned that he liked dogs, so he stayed. And Jay learned he was more of a team player who liked sports and not starving to death and stealing the same things over and over again, so he stayed. Evie had a prince let her down hard and picked up on chemistry as a consequence. She became a fashion diva on campus and a science star and decided she didn't want to go either. And I fell in love with the king. We all stayed in Auradon and helped bring kids over from the Isle."

"I was let down by a prince?" Evie asked, lip coming out in a pout.

"Oh, hard." Queen Mal nodded. She fiddled with something under King Ben's desk and then pulled a soda pop out from underneath it with a smirk to Ben, who rolled his eyes. She popped it open and took a sip. "You guys can sit down." She told the three standing VK's. "He told you that if you knocked out his homework with yours, he'd have time to spend with you. And then when Ben dumped his girlfriend for me, he turned around and picked that girl up. And then, he reported you for cheating with your mother's magic mirror. Your future husband saved your tail, and you started buckling down to study chemistry. And hey, what do you know, you got a different sort of chemistry with him after that. He helped you start up your fashion business, you got married out of Auradon Prep, and you have three kids right now and you say you're done."

"How many rooms are in his palace?" Evie asked, taking a seat near the desk and clasping her hands together.

"You mean your palace?" Queen Mal raised an eyebrow. "You bought your own palace with the money you earned from your dress business. And Doug, who is your husband, isn't a prince. He's the son of Dopey, one of the Dwarves from Snow White's Tale."

Evie stared at Queen Mal in incredulous horror. Queen Mal took a sip of her drink and didn't retract her statements as she pulled out her phone and started flipping through it. After a long pause, she held the screen out. "I have an album of you guys. Here. Swipe right."

Evie stood up and went to take the phone from Queen Mal with shaking hands. Carlos craned his head over her shoulder, staring in shock. Mal's fingers itched as Evie examined what she assumed was her future husband and children. Then she hissed out: "I look so good," And Mal had to hold back a snort.

"Carlos!" Queen Mal snapped to attention suddenly, making Carlos jump in his seat. "Ben introduces you to Dude, who is a dog. You end up falling in love with dogs and you and Jane adopt three after you get married. You have one child but really, all the dogs are treated just as well as your kid, so whatever. You're a computer technician who's also done lots of work on developing prosthetics for animals and for people." She drummed her fingers on Ben's desk. "I'll show you pictures after Evie finishes examining herself."

"Oh! Sorry!" Evie exclaimed, standing up and passing the phone back to Queen Mal. She redirected the pictures and extended the phone to Carlos before pressing her fingertips to her forehead.

"You okay?" Ben asked, sitting up.

"Headache." Queen Mal sighed. "Jay, you play this sport… it's called tourney. You do it professionally… I think you have one of the longest careers in the game. And you married Lonnie, who you saw walk out, and you two have twin girls at home right now. They're five, and they're both cute, but trouble. She's technically a hero's daughter, but since she's not royalty you get to avoid the courts, which is sad for me because now I'm alone."

Carlos, it seemed, had figured out to navigate Mal's phone. He turned around to show Jay the pictures of what he had found, and a look of amazement spread across his face. Queen Mal turned to the younger Mal, who was sitting rigid and pressing her lips into a firm line. "You're queen. You're married. Your mom is a lizard and a resident of the Auradon Reptilian institute after you shrunk her down to keep her from taking over Auradon. You have an art studio and two beautiful kids. What more do you want to know?"

"How do I know you're not lying?" Mal demanded, examining her older self with a scrutinizing gaze. "And how'd we get here from the Isle? And how do we go back? Who are you really?"

Queen Mal stared at Mal like she couldn't believe a child could be so stupid. "You literally saw the square entrance from the Isle vanish in front of your eyes, you can see the barrier behind you, and I don't care how much dirt is on your face, we're so clearly the same person it's ridiculous. What more proof do you want?"

"How did we get here?" Mal deadpanned, squinting suspiciously at Queen Mal.

"No idea." Queen Mal shrugged. "I just know you're my two o'clock meeting, just like I was the older, well, my older Queen Mal's meeting." She frowned and mumbled under her breath: "Wow, I'm old now."

"And did you believe her then?" Mal asked.

Queen Mal shook her head and rolled her eyes. "No, but I can just tell you good luck trying to deny everything for the next five years. You really might as well go announce to the Isle you're going to be queen one day for all you can do to stop this from happening." She locked eyes with her husband across the room and they shared a mutual eye-roll. Mal bristled indignantly.

"I think you're lying, and I think this is a prank!" She snapped. "Who set you up to this, the pirates? There's no way that's actually the Isle out there! You must be pulling some sort of… hypnosis trick! That's it, you've teamed up with Facilier, or with Kaa the snake! None of this is real!"

King Ben let out a disbelieving groan and slumped down into his chair beside her. Queen Mal pinched the bridge between her eyes. "Did you take it like this?" She asked King Ben.

King Ben shook his head. "No, I just accepted everything and was a bit too starry-eyed about you."

"So you didn't even react. Okay." Queen Mal rolled her eyes. Ben snorted and shook his head, hiding his face in his hands as he continued rolling his eyes over Mal's reaction. Queen Mal leaned towards Mal. "Listen, sweetheart, this is how it'll work. You're gonna spend the next four years of your life snapping at all your friends about how this never happened until the day it happens, and then you'll be spinning your tires, knowing you recognize him, knowing that everything is playing out just like I said it would, and you're gonna have to accept that one day you'll be me, and that's the beginning and end of this." She closed her eyes and leaned back into her chair, picking up her soda and taking a long drink.

"I won't let it happen," Mal replied vehemently. "You might have been weak enough to slip and fall, but when I get my chance to rule and terrorize Auradon, I won't let my mother down."

"You tell yourself that sweetheart." Queen Mal replied with an eye-roll. She propped her feet up on the desk and then opened one eye to watch King Ben's dismayed expression. "And, technically, you do get to rule and terrorize Auradon. I mean, believe me, everyone freaked out and panicked when Ben asked me to marry him."

"You posted a picture that read 'Well, I guess I'm fulfilling my mom's dream after all. #fivestepsfromthekingdom."' King Ben retorted. He stood up and walked to the desk. He stood behind the chair and put his hands on her shoulders before kissing the side of her head.

"It's always fun to poke at your kingdom." Queen Mal hummed, leaning back as he ran his fingers through her trademark purple hair.

"Do you like being a queen?" Evie asked, looking up from Queen Mal's cellphone. Queen Mal wrinkled her nose.

King Ben laughed. "She doesn't like it at the moment. Sometimes it's okay, but not when she's pregnant and has to sit through meetings about ocean pollution."

"Is that today?" Queen Mal whirled around, staring at King Ben in horror. He nodded with a sympathetic look. Mal let out a groan, slumping into his chair and swigging her soda. "I'm canceling." She declared. "And I'm going to sit in the bathtub and paint with my watercolors."

"You've canceled twice." Ben shook his head. "And for actual reasons. You can't cancel a third time just because you don't want to go."

"With bubble bath. And five pounds of Epson Salts. And loud Isle music." Queen Mal continued, ignoring him shaking his head. "And strawberries. Lots and lots of strawberries. And maybe pickles, peppers, and spicy Doritos."

"After your meeting." King Ben prompted. Queen Mal let out a tortured groan. "It's only six more years." He reminded her. "And then you can focus your time on painting and wasting the country's Epson Salt reserves."

"We ought to just take up investment by purchasing the hot springs near the North Mountains." Queen Mal mumbled, pouting as she nursed her soda.

"In the grand scheme of things, it might save us more money than if we buy individual bags of salt." King Ben shrugged.

"Mal, I need you to know about strawberries." Queen Mal changed the subject, nodding to the young girl sitting alone on the left side of the room. "They are the fruit of the gods."

"That's persimmon." King Ben sighed, still running his fingers through her scalp.

"The fruit of the angels, then." Queen Mal rolled her eyes. "They're red, with small seeds in the sides, and they're absolutely heavenly. I could literally live on strawberries."

"You literally tried that when you were nineteen and we literally almost took you to the hospital." King Ben deadpanned, leaning forward to raise an eyebrow at her. He was mocking her use of the word 'literally'.

"I could literally die on strawberries." Mal rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose at her husband. "You're going to love them. They're amazing. But, as a forewarning, when Ben asks if you want to try escargot, say no. It's a trap."

"Isn't that snail?" Evie asked, crossing her legs as she gazed in wonder at the portraits around the room. Two were of a very regal-looking Ben and Mal with crowns placed atop their heads.

King Ben and Queen Mal both nodded, the latter with green tones in her cheeks. She bent down and raffled underneath Ben's desk for a moment, and then produced a box of saltine crackers from underneath. Ben sighed. "Why are you raiding my stash? All your favorites are under your desk."

"But my desk is that way, in a different room." Queen Mal sighed, pointing to the left side of his office. "And I'm hungry now." She opened the box and withdrew a stack of crackers before offering him a few. Carlos's stomach growled. Ben took the crackers from her and passed them to Carlos before Queen Mal withdrew a second stack. Mal squinted suspiciously as Carlos opened the package.

"So, this is supposed to be a different time, right?" She asked as Carlos offered the package to both Evie and Carlos before standing and walking to her.

"It's the year 41." Queen Mal replied. "I'm thirty-seven, almost thirty-eight. I'm twenty-six years older than you."

"Is Mom still alive?" Mal asked.

"She's a lizard. I mentioned that, right? We're not really sure if she's… coherent or aging." Queen Mal shrugged. She turned the chair and put her hand into Ben's pocket, withdrawing his phone. "You're almost out of time. Want to take these with you?" She reached under the desk and pulled out a box of granola bars and a box of fruit snacks. Ben rolled his eyes and Queen Mal squinted at him. "You can steal mine." She told him. "But I'm not leaving this chair right now to go get them."

"And this all happened to you?" Mal spat. "The square and the closet of purple and marching into the King's office? You did all of this?"

Queen Mal nodded in affirmation lazily. Mal crossed her arms. "Well, I don't know what happened to you, but I'm not going to end up like you. I don't know why you'd want all this anyways."

"The food?" Queen Mal drawled sarcastically. Mal was momentarily taken aback by how similar they sounded. This prissy purple royal certainly sounded like she'd once come from the Isle. "The central heating and air conditioning? The art studio and your sweet husband and your two children?"

"The meetings and the gowns and the responsibilities?" Mal challenged. "The lack of time and space? Throwing away your mom and your roots?"

"Getting out from under mom's thumb, making all your friends happy, meeting dozens of new people?" Queen Mal rose to her feet arching her eyebrow at Mal. "And not to repeat myself or anything, but you get a best friend who knows everything about you, who you get to raise two beautiful kids with?"

"Because you're so happy to be pregnant." Mal crossed her arms. "And bloated and emotional. Nope. Not for me. Sorry, Princey, you'll have to find a new bride. Maybe Evie would enjoy the task." She gestured to her blue-haired friend, who perked up at the idea of marrying a prince.

"I like that idea." Evie hummed, and then looked back towards Queen Mal's phone in Jay's hands. "But… I also like those kids. They look just like me!"

"Check out this uniform, Mal," Jay called, flipping the screen around.

Mal held up a cross hand. "I don't want to see, Jay." Jay lowered the screen, looking a little off-put.

Ben frowned at her. "I'd forgotten how angsty you were." He commented. Queen Mal shook her head like she was embarrassed.

"Well, you'd better get used to it, King Useless. Let me ask: have you actually done anything to fix the Isle? Or is everyone still starving to death underneath that barrier?" Mal stormed over and threw her hands down on the desk. "What kind of heroes let children starve?"

King Ben poked Queen Mal's arm. "That's your first meeting tomorrow." He reminded her. She nodded sadly, and Ben turned back to Mal. "She – you – and Evie, Jay, and Carlos form the approval committee to bring new kids to Auradon and make changes to the Isle. And then I approve changes. So far we have Medicare and instacare, preparation for juvenile internment in Auradon, education, the works. If we took you to the Isle now, you wouldn't even recognize it."

A whooshing sound echoed behind them, and a hole opened up in the floor of the office behind Mal. She turned and stared at it. Evie, Jay, and Carlos stood up. "Is that… us?" Carlos asked, peering through the hole. Mal looked through. She could see Jay, Evie, and Carlos on their beds, and her in her chair, exactly as they'd been before Carlos had alerted them to the heat. Carlos's shoulders slumped. "That means we have to go back." He sighed. "Can't we stay here with you?"

"Are you crazy?" Mal barked. "Um, Carlos? Long live Evil!"

"You married the king of Auradon and shrunk your mom into a lizard." Jay pointed out. "That's almost literally the opposite of Evil."

"I will not marry him!" Mal declared, face turning red. "How dare you – how dare all of you! I'm the daughter of the evilest of them all and I'm going to be just like her! Just you watch!"

King Ben pinched the bridge between his nose, Queen Mal covered her face, and Evie, Jay, and Carlos exchanged doubtful looks. Mal balled her fists up and dared them to challenge her. King Ben cleared his throat. "As much as we'd like to have you, Carlos, we can't. For one, we have no way to keep you here. For two, you have to go so you can come back in a different time. And I promise, Carlos, I don't forget you guys."

"But what if our Ben does something different?" Jay frowned.

"He won't. He gets the same talk you guys do, without the two angsty dragons in the room." Ben assured them, smirking sideways at Queen Mal, who pouted, wrapping her hands around herself.

"Oh, well, goodbye, I guess," Carlos mumbled, glancing down into the hole worriedly.

"It's not goodbye forever," Ben assured him. "You'll see me in four years, so it's more like a 'see you later'."

"Well, see you later, then." Carlos agreed, holding out a hand for Ben to shake. Ben pulled Carlos under his arm. The two exchanged a hug and then Carlos tried to return the box of crackers to the king.

"Keep it." Ben shook his head. "I know you don't get much on the Isle yet." Carlos nodded, peered down into the hole, and jumped in. He vanished. Evie and Jay gasped, but Ben waved away their concerns. "He just went back to his body. Now, who's next?"

Evie twisted her hands and stepped forward for a hug. Ben happily obliged her. She kept her arms around his chest as long as she could and kissed him on the cheek before she turned back to the hole wearily. She jumped in and vanished.

Jay and Ben kept it simple with a fist-bump and a bro hug, and then he abruptly stepped forward and hugged Queen Mal tightly. She patted his shoulder with a smile. "It's not for a few more years, Jay. You'll be ready when the time comes."

Jay nodded, turned, and disappeared through the hole. Mal crossed her arms and glared at her counterpart and the king as they wrapped an arm each around the other.

"For the record, I don't believe a word either of you said." Mal snapped. "I know this is all just some crazy prank or scheme that Uma or Harry cooked up to try and make me weak. I know I'll never betray my mom."

Queen Mal sighed and nodded like she'd heard this a million times before. King Ben rolled his eyes. "Well, go on then." He sighed. "Go prove us wrong and let me know in…" he paused, counting in his head. "Twenty-six years how that went for you."

"It goes well." Queen Mal sniffed. "Obviously." She kissed King Ben on the cheek. Mal gagged, and King Ben snorted.

"Watching you act like that is almost like watching Colette when she's in one of her moods." He whispered.

"Except Colette is fifty times more sass and twenty percent less angst." Queen Mal sighed. Mal stamped her foot and turned on her heel, but Queen Mal put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her from leaving. "Something I want to tell you before you go." She hummed and turned the girl back around.

Queen Mal twisted her wedding ring on her finger and Mal pinched her lips as she waited for the Queen to remember the exact wording. "I know you won't start listening to this advice until you're nineteen and you figure it's too late to change anything, so just keep this in the back of your mind until then. Ben likes it when you spread your hand on his shoulder, he likes your head on his ribcage, and if you kiss his ear, you'll send him through the roof. Also, the first… five times he asks to kiss you and the first thirty times he tries, don't let him. You'll know the time is right because the stakes will be set. Got that?"

"I'm not kissing anyone." Mal scoffed. "No one is wooing me, I'm not bowing to any crown, and no one is going to get me pregnant. So, watch out, because I'm not falling for your tricks." She turned away pointedly. She heard the King and Queen both scoff before she jumped into the hole. White filled her vision, along with a loud whoosh, and she opened her eyes to light filling the hideaway as if she'd just woken up. She was stiff from the cold. Her stomach was twisting painfully, but she wasn't tired. She'd slept. It had been a dream.

A clamor arose from the side of the room. Mal sat up. Carlos was on the floor, clamoring at the boards and feeling for something. Evie and Jay sat up, looking dazed, and glanced around. Mal frowned at Carlos. "What are you doing?" She demanded.

Carlos's head snapped up and he shrunk back under the combined gazes of all his friends. "I- I was just…" he trailed off, dragging his fingertips on the floor in a vain attempt to find a groove.

"Just what?" Mal demanded. No one met her gaze and she realized – with shock – that they must have been dreaming together. He was searching for the door.

Carlos shook his head and got up slowly. "Nothing." He assured her, still not meeting her eyes. She knew he was imagining her older self, pregnant and with Ben dragging his fingers through her hair. She set her jaw. "It must have just been a dream." He mumbled.

Silence reigned in the room. Then Jay sat up and said: "No, it wasn't." He leaned to the end of his bed and picked up a box – the box of saltine crackers from under Ben's desk. Evie covered her mouth as Carlos stood, hand shaking as he reached carefully for the box. They tipped the contents out on Jay's bed, staring in shock at the pale crackers and the brightly colored box. Evie took one and bit it, testing to see if it was real – it was.

"Look!" She gasped, picking up a white card that had been left beside the box. Mal snatched it out of her hands. She was so angry that the white card looked pink. Her hand shook as she glared at the words on the card:

"Mal Bertha Fairy, Carlos De Vil, Evie Lynn Grimhilde, and Jay Marriott of the Isle of the Lost are hereby formally invited to meet with the Queen of Auradon on the Evening of May the sixteenth at the time of two o'clock for a Life Appraisal. Proper dress is not required."

Mal threw the card to the ground. "Rubbish!" She hissed. "That is all absolutely rubbish!"

Her friends stared at her. Carlos awkwardly cleared his throat. "Uh, Mal? I think a blood vessel burst in your eye."

Mal ran a hand underneath her lashes and, to her surprise, her red vision cleared. She cursed, loudly, and her friends all jumped as she flicked blood onto the flooring and pointed at them all, leaning in closely. "This is all bull crap." She said, slowly. "Auradon is lying to us, somehow. There's no way they'll ever consider us more than their untouchables and I, for one, am not going to waste my time thinking that this stupid prank is ever going to amount to anything. You really think the crown prince, who's been raised his entire life drowning in jewels and comfort, is going to care about us? You lot can think what you want about whatever… twisted vision or elaborate prank we just experienced, but don't say anything about it to me. I'm not going to let them distract me or get in my head."

She turned around and began looking for a towel or something to wipe the blood out of her eye on. Evie, Jay, and Carlos all exchanged glances. It was bizarre, for sure, but it had struck up an intense feeling of power like they hadn't felt in a long, long time. And on top of that, Mal was acting exactly as her counterpart had predicted, meaning she was likely a long ways away from the threat of being nothing like Queen Mal was. The three folded their arms and quietly picked crackers off the pile as Mal ignored them all and cleaned out her eye. Not say anything, fine. But give up on hope?

Never.

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In our Bones

Summary: A human animal trait pet Au. Where people with dog ears and tails are kept like dogs.

Tony is used to the shelter. He is used to being given back over and over, because he's too smart, too moody, doesn't like contact. So Tony doesn't want a new owner, no one comes close to understanding him. He isn't like the other dogs, he isn't lovable, not to humans at least. It's fine.

Then Peter Parker turns up. He is so different, so new, so special, that maybe, Tony could give being owned another chance. Read on Ao3

Ben’s death is hard on May and Peter, their apartment feels empty and quiet without Ben and his loud voice and easy humour. Even as they start to recover from his loss the apartment feel strange and silent. Due to Ben’s life insurance, they have enough money to continue to live a similar life. May decides to start working night shifts to earn a little extra, and because it gives her and Peter more time together. This is good for Peter too, sneaking out to fight crime has never been easier. But he feels lonely in the house at night, and May feels lonely in the day. One day when Peter gets home May is at the kitchen table, she’s smiling widely, “Hey May,” Peter says crossing the room to hug her, she hugs him back, “Hey Pete,” she responds, “I was thinking that the apartment feels, empty and that maybe, this could help us,” she picks up a piece of paper and gives it to him.

It is a flyer, and in big bold letters it states, ‘Marvel Dog Rescue Center has a dog for every family, contact us, and we will find you the perfect dog!’ Peter reads this and looks up with wide eyes, “Really?” he asks, he’d always wanted a dog, but it would have made the apartment too crowded. “Yes, you know I have missed having dogs, and now it’s just the two of us I think it is the right time” She says smiling. Peter hugs her, he can’t wait to get a dog, to get a friend who he can come home to every day, who will smile and lick his fingers and take away the pain of school and the fear of crime fighting.

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That Saturday they go to the shelter, they meet one of the workers, Harvey, and he takes them to meet the dogs. It is hard as they go past the puppies because they are so cute. They press against the bars, “Take me home, please!” they call out, Harvey shushes them, “These two lovely people want an older dog, you guys will all be snapped up very quickly,” Harvey soothes ruffling one of their ears. The puppy lets out a happy bark. Harvey leads them through the shelter, introducing them to dogs he thinks will be a good fit. Peter is in heaven getting to meet so many happy dogs, they are all so eager to meet them, because as adult dogs they are less likely to be adopted. They approach the end of the corridor and May and Harvey stop and talk about space and toys, Peter gets distracted. There is one more cage where no one has come to the bars. Peter strides over, eyes flicking over the sign, ‘Tony’, what a nice name, he sees a large lump under the blanket on the bed in the corner. Perhaps the dog is shy and needs some coaxing to come out, or maybe they are asleep. “Hello,” Peter says brightly. The shape shifts and Peter grins, so they are awake. “I’m Peter, you want to come out and say hello?” he asks, voice soft and coaxing. The blanket shifts again, and then falls away as the dog stands up. He doesn’t look excited or happy like the other dogs, no wagging tail or twitching ears, he is glaring at Peter. But, wow, he’s the most handsome dog Peter has ever seen, he’s tall, around 6ft, and has lovely black-brown ears that rest in dark brown hair, he even has a trimmed beard. Peter recognises the ear shape, he’s a german shepherd, the long hair Peter can see on his dark mottled tail confirms it. The dog is still glaring but he has lovely hazel eyes. He isn’t an old dog, but he is a young adult at least, perfect for what he and May wants, a german shepherd is even a good breed match for them. Peter eyes light up and he smiles, already feeling fondness bloom in his chest. Tony has started to walk over, still glaring, he has actually started to bare his teeth. Peter isn’t put off however. “Hey there Tony, aren’t you are a handsome boy?” Peter coos. The dog freezes, he blinks and then his cheeks blush as the glare falls away. Peter smiles and beckons, “Come on, it’s okay boy, you can come say hello,”

Tony hesitates, but pads over, looking cautious and nervous. Peter smiles encouragingly, “That’s it, boy, I’m sorry you’re right at the end, I bet lots of people don’t get to see how handsome you are,” He coaxes. Tony comes to a stop half a meter before the bars, seemingly unwilling to come closer. Peter presses a hand through the bars slowly, it’s okay if Tony is a little shy and scared. “Come on, where do you like scratches?” He asks smiling. Tony takes one small step forward but then pauses, “Everyone likes having their hair stroked, even me,” Peter tries. Tony blinks and tilts his head to the side confused, “You don’t believe me, I don’t think it feels the same as it does for you, but it still feels nice, maybe you can come see?” he suggests.

Tony is clearly curious, and Peter smiles, “My aunt always strokes through my hair to comfort me,” he tells Tony. The curiosity overwhelms any more hesitation Tony has left, and he steps closer.

Peter smiles and offers his hand, “Where do you like scratches?” he asks, Tony looks surprised at Peter letting him guide his hand, and takes Peter hand and puts it behind his own right ear. The dog is a head taller than Peter and so he bows it, hunching his shoulders so Peter has an easier time reaching behind his ears. Peter scratches gently in a circular motion and watches as the dog leans into it happily. He smiles at Tony, and Tony gives him a very small one back. “Peter!” Harvey shouts. Peter turns and looks at the man, “Please step away from, oh,” the man trails off as he sees Peter petting Tony. Tony stumbles back, fear in his eyes. Peter frowns at Harvey, “You scared him,” Peter says. Harvey blinks, “I, I am sorry Peter, Tony, is generally aggressive towards everyone but long term employees,” Harvey explains seemingly confused that Peter has been touching Tony. Tony takes a few more steps back, “I am sorry Tony, you aren’t in trouble, if you want to meet Peter, that’s fine,” he hurries to correct himself. Tony looks even more unsure now, Peter is not put off. Peter offers his hand again, “Why don’t you come back here and you can see that I do like my hair being stroked,” he coaxes. Tony looks at the hand with worry in his eyes. Peter drops his hands and instead rests his head against the bars, and just smiles.

Tony is evidently so curious about this strange human that he comes back, he reaches out but pauses, “You can touch me Tony, it’s okay,” Tony reaches through the bars and strokes through Peter’s hair, Peter gently leans into the touch. “That’s nice,” he tells Tony. There is a soft flush on his cheeks again. “Can I scratch you again Tony?” he asks. Tony hesitates but nods, and Peter slowly reaches through the bars and scratches gently. “There we go, do you like that boy?” He asks smiling. “Yes,” Tony says quietly. He has the most wonderful voice, Peter loves it. “What a handsome voice you have too,” he coos. Tony turns red but doesn’t pull away.

Harvey is clearly very shocked and is standing watching with wide eyes. “Wow,” he says softly. May wonders why Harvey is acting so strangely and so she steps reads the sign on Tony’s cage and her eyes widen. ‘Tony is considered unadoptable but almost everyone, so he has been in and out of the shelter for several years. WARNING: Tony has a huge dislike of people intending to adopt, we ask you don’t put yourself to near the bars for your own safety. Tony often growls, snaps, hits or attempts to bite people who do not work at the shelter.’ “You’re such a sweet boy aren’t you Tony?” Peter murmurs. Tony leans into the hand as he scratches a little harder, “The sweetest boy in the whole shelter, why are you hidden all the way back here?” He coos, Tony looks away as if he is upset or ashamed by the words. “Peter it says that he bites,” May warns stepping forward to put a hand on Peter’s shoulder. Tony flinches and looks down, Peter glances at the notice, “Well if he was going to bite me, he already would have, he’s a smart boy, I’d know if he didn’t want me near him,” he states smiling at Tony. “You aren’t going to bite me are you Tony?” “No, Sir,” Tony whispers. “See,” Peter says voice full of pride. May looks back at Harvey, “Harvey?” she says looking for backup, “I, I don’t think Tony will bite,” he says hesitantly. “Tony is never anything more than grumpy with the shelter workers, he just really doesn’t want to be adopted anymore,” he explains. Peter rubs Tony’s ears, the dog looks surprised that he is still being pet, “Why’s that Tony?” he asks gently. There is a long pause before Tony answers, “Everyone returns me, no one keeps me more than a month,” he whispers. Peter’s heart aches as he hears the pain filled words. “And if someone would keep you forever, would you want to be adopted?” he asks softly. Tony shakes his head, “People just lie,” he states quietly. Peter just wants to hug Tony but knows he can’t. “People do lie,” he agrees softly. Tony looks up surprised, “It’s really horrible, and it really hurts,” he continues. He continues scratching gently, and Tony leans into the hand once more. It is an adorable site to have the large german shepherd bowing his head to be pet and enjoying it so much.

There is a soft cough from Harvey, Tony stiffens. “If you two feel ready we could go talk about which dogs you liked,” He says gesturing to a side room where none of the dogs can hear them. Tony is suddenly so tense under his hands, he gives Tony a warm smile, to try and show him without words that he is Peter’s favourite. He doesn’t want any of the other dogs, just Tony. Peter gives Tony a few more seconds of scratching before removing his hand. “Bye Tony,” He says but winks to try and show it isn’t really goodbye. Tony looks a little confused and blinks back.

As soon as they enter the room Peter turns to May grinning and says “Tony,” he exclaims. May gives him a stern look, “Please May, you saw how much he warmed up too me!” he begs. May sighs and looks at Harvey, “Why has he been returned so many times?” she asks. Harvey sighs, he runs a hand through his hair. “We aren’t sure who first owned Tony but, it was a strange situation, he has clearly been abused, but also, he is very very smart, he knows university-level engineering at least, as well as several other subject we think” he explains. “Given all of that, he tends to be moody, angry, and under-stimulated. Most dogs are amused by simple books or cartoons and simple games. Tony prefers taking apart toasters and reading texts books and scientific papers,”

Peter's eyes widen in excitement, he hadn’t thought that Tony could get any better but he was so wrong! "Really?" he asks. Harvey nods, and he spins to face his aunt "May he's perfect!" he exclaims. May rubs her forehead, “So what did he do specifically?” she asks. Harvey sighs, “He generally took apart or messed with something he wasn’t supposed too, a TV, an oven, a car once,” Harvey pauses, “The thing is Tony, he is actually very good at fixing things and putting them back together, we think what happens is Tony actually doing it from day one. But they don’t notice as he doesn’t get caught, here whenever anything breaks, Tony fixes it,” he explains. “See May! He is better than me, sometimes I can’t put the things back together!” he exclaims. May gives him a look, “Has he ever bitten or hurt someone?” May asks. Harvey rubs his forehead, “He snaps at people but he’s never bitten, he did however hurt one of his temporary owners, it was an accident however he didn’t stop crying for hours after,” Harvey says softly. “An accident?” she asks. “The second to last people who adopted Tony were a couple, the man was scolding Tony for something and he got so scared he ran away from the man, he knock into the woman and she split scalding hot water on herself. She refused to pursue anything despite her partners insistence, as she knew it was an accident,” he explains. Peter can imagine how upset a sweet boy like Tony would get over that. “See May he isn’t dangerous!” Peter insists, “To you, but he may not being so happy about me, and a dog like Tony is going to need a lot of extra care and support from both of us,” she states. Peter sighs, “Can we at least meet him?” he asks eyes wide and begging. May sighs and then nods, “We’d like to meet Tony,” she says. Harvey is surprised, “Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly. May nods, “Yes, as much as I am wary, Tony clearly needs a permanent home to recover from abuse and settle,” she states, she gives Peter a smile, “It would be nice to adopt a dog that really needs us,” “Thank you May!” Peter exclaims hugging her, she rolls her eyes. “I have not said yes to adoption yet so slow your horses there,” she says. Peter grins, confident, “You will,” *****

Peter and May go to a ‘playroom’ to wait while Harvey goes to fetch Tony. Peter knows that Harvey will talk to Tony about what he thinks of them before and after, that shelters like this don’t tend to give an unwilling dog away. May looks around at all the toys and games, Peter ignores them and sits on a cushion in the middle of the room before pulling out a DVD player they found on the way there. He smiles as he pulls out his small tool kit, glad when he sees that he has a spare screwdriver for Tony. May smiles fondly, “So you are going in with that first?” she asks. Peter laughs, “If he knows University engineering I doubt he will want to play snakes and ladders,” Peter says laughing. May nod and sits on a bean bag a bit away, “You’re probably right,” she states, “I know Tony seems like such a good match, but he is going to take a lot of work Peter, from both of us, and” she pauses, “If he even snaps at you we are not taking him home, I know you have been getting stronger but Tony is 6ft tall, he could really hurt you or me, understand?” she states firmly. Peter nods, and sighs. “Okay May,” he agrees softly, “He just really seems perfect and he really needs us,” Peter says passionately, “I know he’s really scared, but we can help with that, we can help him!” he exclaims. May nods but lets out a soft sigh, “I know darling, that’s why I haven’t said no, I am just telling you that this is in no way a yes yet, clear?” “Yeah, I know, thanks for being open to it,” he says softly. May smiles.

A minute or two later Harvey comes in with Tony on a lead. His face is blank but his posture screams fear, ears flat against his head and hunched over a little. Harvey unclips the lead and gives him a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t help. "Hey Tony," Peter calls softly, he starts undoing a screw on the DVD casing, and smiles at the dog warmly, Tony’s eyes flick to the DVD player curiously. “I found this on the way here, it’s a pretty high end one, the disk drive stopped working but it might have some cool parts,” he pauses and picks up a second crosshead he offers it to him handle first, “You wanna come and help me take it apart," he asks smiling broadly.

Tony shifts before making a decision, he crosses the room slowly, eyeing the screwdriver carefully. When he reaches it, he almost snatches it away before stepping back. Peter doesn’t comment on that, instead just smiling and patting the cushion next to him. Tony sits down eyeing Peter suspiciously, his eyes flick to May and he looks her up and down before his gaze returns to Peter. Peter smiles, “Let’s get started,” he says and starts undoing another screw. Tony hesitantly starts undoing screws. A few words are spoken in the first minute as they get the casing open, then it goes silent, Peter hears a soft sound. He looks up, Tony has put the screwdriver down and is looking at his hands. All the other screws are too small for it. Peter smiles and gently pushes his tool kit toward Tony who startles a bit as if he is in trouble. “You can use whichever ones you need, I don’t have ones for every size with me though, so if you come across any that won’t work just leave it,” he reassures. Tony looks surprised and his cheeks are slightly flushed as he picks up another tool. “Thank you, sir,” he says quietly. Peter smiles, “No problem,” It is clear that Tony is mostly non-verbal, whether that is his nature or was beaten into him is a question that won’t be answered for many months of gentle care he suspects. It doesn’t take them long to take the device apart and sort the parts out. They put them in separate small bags and as they do Tony seems to relax more, his ears perk up and his back straightens a little. Peter smiles at Tony, "You are good at this Tony," he praises. “You know what parts are useful,” he states grinning. Tony shifts in place twisting his hands. Peter can see that to an extent Tony fears physical contact, so he very slowly reaches out to him, presenting Tony with the back of his hand. Tony tenses but after a second leans forward and puts his nose into Peter’s had, it’s a sweet gestures of acceptance. Peter slowly puts his hand on Tony’s head, the dog doesn’t move away, so he pets his head, hand firm. Tony leans into the touch at once, letting out a whining sound, it’s adorable. At once Tony turns red, clearly embarrassed by the reaction.

Peter's fingers stroke through his hair. "I love taking apart things, I do it almost every day," he tells him. Tony looks at him surprised, but in a good way, "It will be fun to have someone to do it with," Tony lets out an excited bark, and flushes. He's so clearly embarrassed by his instincts, and while it is possibly the cutest thing Peter has ever seen, it also worries him. What happened to Tony make him so embarrassed by simple instincts? “Hey Tony,” May says gently. Tony tenses under Peter’s hand, and he turns his head to look at her. “Can I come say hello?” she asks gently. Tony is frozen, he doesn’t move and his heads are flat against his head. May stands, she is clearly testing Tony. Tony hunches in on himself, and May starts walking over. Tony lets out a choked whimper withdrawing from Peter’s touch and then he bares his teeth and growls at May, May stops, and stares Tony in his eyes. “It is fine if you don’t want me to come near you but you ask, you do not growl,” she says voice firm. Tony tries to maintain eye contact and he even growls again but it’s only a few second till he drops his head, he’s trembling. There is a pause and then “I-I am sorry mistress,” he says voice shaking, “Now, do you want me to come closer?” there is a heavy silence, “What-whatever you want mistress,” he whispers, the trembling has gotten worse and Peter almost feels like crying. “Are you sure? Because then I will come over and touch you, tell the truth Tony,” she demands. A terrified whine slips from Tony’s lips, “No, please don’t touch me, I don’t want you near,” he begs, the tension is thick in the air. Then May steps back, and walks away back to her seat, “I won’t because you asked properly, well done Tony,” she states. Peter can hardly believe what just happened, or rather he can, May can be very strict at certain times, he shoots her a glare. He’d got so far and now Tony is near a break down. She is probably testing him too, to see if he can really handle Tony. He will show her! “Tony,” Peter murmurs, the dog is shaking a lot, he offers Tony his hand, and the sweet thing flinches away like he’s worried about Peter hitting him. “It’s okay boy, no ones angry anymore, it’s okay,” he promises softly, he moves his hand close again. He can tell that Tony both craves and fears physical contact, that if he can make gentle contact it should calm him. “It’s okay,” he promises again as his palm cups Tony’s cheek. It’s an extreme gesture of trust on his part, it would be so easy for Tony to bite him. Tony doesn’t bite, he leans into the hand, Peter feels damp. Tony is crying. He strokes his thumb over his cheek, “I’ve got you sweet boy,” Several things happen in quick succession. Tony suddenly flings himself forward at Peter, Peter is to close and not expecting it, he couldn’t get out of the way even if he wanted to. May and Harvey both shout in alarm and stand, intending to move toward them to pull Tony off. And Peter end up on his back, Tony on top of him. For a few seconds as Tony surges towards Peter’s neck everyone is terrified that he will bite there. Tony’s face hits Peter’s neck, Peter braces for teeth, but instead he just feels wet. There is loud sobbing sound. Peter feels finger scrunch in his shirt, clinging on. Harvey and May stop. Tony isn’t hurting Peter, he’s lying on top of him, sobbing. Peter gently and carefully wraps his arms around him. Tony presses closer still, and lets out more sobs, “Sir, sir,” he sobs. Peter buries hand in Tony’s hair, and strokes in firm strokes. “I’ve got you sweet boy,” he promises, his other hand rubs Tony’s back, “You’re safe so just let it out,” Peter gasps softly when he feels Tony lick his bare neck, “S-sir,” “Just Peter, I’ve got you lovely boy,” he promises. It takes a long while for Tony to calm down, to cry out all his tears. When he does he slips off Peter, embarrassed again. So Peter sits up and gently puts his arm around him, Tony hunches down so he can put his head on Peter’s shoulder. Peter kisses his forehead, and lets out a soft whine. Harvey brings over a damp cloth and Peter gently wipes his face free of tears and snot. “Sorry about your shirt sir,” Tony whispers. “Nothing that a short wash won’t fix Tony, don’t worry,” he promises. He leans into Peter’s hold even as he drinks some water. Harvey brings over some sweets, and Peter takes one and eats it, Tony doesn’t and Peter realises that the sweet boy is waiting to be given one. He picks up one and offers it to Tony, and his sweet boy takes it with his mouth. Peter is surprised, but Tony is relaxing further so he doesn’t correct him. He feeds him some more, and gently talks to him about his AP physics class. Tony even quietly explains a concept to him, and seems surprised and overjoyed when he is rewarded with a “Thank you,” a kiss on his forehead, and a chocolate. Soon though their time is up and he has to removes his arm, Tony’s fist clenches in his shirt, “Master?” he whispers looking at Peter. Peter gives him a hug, and whispers. “I want to take you home sweet boy, but you have to patient,” he promises. When he pulls away there is light in Tony’s eyes. “I’ll see you Tony,” he softly. Tony nods, and gives him a very small smile before going to Harvey obediently. They leave, as soon as the door closes Peter turns to May, “May please!” he exclaims. “Please, he’s so sweet and scared, we have to take him!” he begs. May is looking at him thoughtful and stern, “There are three meetings you have to have before you adopt,” she states. “If he starts to warm up to me, then I’d like to take him” she states. Peter whoops and hugs her tightly. She hugs him back, “He has to warm up to me, I need to see that we will be able to have a positive relationship,” “He will!” Peter promises. “But don’t do that again, okay?” ---- Peter is so excited, they are in the park, waiting for Tony and Harvey for their first official meeting. He is practically vibrating. May steps close and puts her hands on his shoulders, “Calm down Pete, Tony is very sensitive, if you are this worked up, even in a good way it might distress him,” she tells him quietly. She rests their foreheads together, “Shut your eyes and take some deep breaths.” Peter does as he is told. Taking long deep breaths, having his eyes shut tones down the sensory input and he is able to calm down a little.

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Tony doesn’t like most humans. Some humans are okay, the shelter workers are always nice and kind, if a little strict. There are some humans Tony does like, Harvey for instance who is currently clipping on his leash, he is nice. Whenever anything breaks he gives it to Tony, and Tony gets to fix it, and if he is really good, and does things like keep the puppies quiet, then the next day he often gets something from one of the workers homes to play with or fix. Not only that Harvey goes to the library once a week for Tony, and brings him back four new books. That’s why Monday and Tuesday are the best days of the week, Tony gets to read through four new books. On slow days, if Harvey has an hour left, he will take Tony into the staff room, and Tony gets to use his laptop while Harvey rests or pets his ears a little. Harvey is nice, but Tony still doesn’t really like being touched by him too much. He isn’t scared of the initial touch like he is with others, but he just doesn’t enjoy it for than a few seconds, Tony does like being touched by Peter. He doesn’t understand why. It took him months to trust Harvey, why is Peter different? Maybe it was the way he had seemed so unfazed by him baring his teeth? The way he had offered his own hair to be stroked? Maybe it was the soft scent that Peter has? Harvey smells medical from his work, and that smell still makes Tony uncomfortable. Or maybe it is the way he smiles at Tony? Tony can’t remember being held by a human like Peter held him. Sometimes he snuggles the other dogs, especially the puppies, and in a old shelter, he’d had a friend who he used to snuggle up too. That was when he was a lot younger, they were both on the cusp of adulthood. The other dog and him shared a room and often a bed. Tony still had terrible nightmares, and his friend would hold him as he cries and lick his tears away. Humans and dogs always talk about an overwhelming love dogs have for their owner, how beautiful it is. Tony thinks the closest he ever had to that was with his best friend. But then he got adopted and Tony was going to be too, and their owners were going to stay in touch, but Tony’s owner gave him away after a month to another owner and he’d never seen the other dog again. He still misses him. His best friend had been smart, and Tony would teach him things and the other would eagerly learn, and look at his designs fascinated. Tony blinks and realises that Harvey is speaking to him, he looks at the man blankly who laughs, “Back with me finally,” he says softly. Tony realises that he is in the car and they seem to already be at the park, “You’ve been thinking very hard, you still want to go see Peter and May?” he asks. Tony takes a deep breath and nods, unplugging himself and waiting for Harvey to open the car. He gets out and takes in a deep breath of fresh air. He isn’t sure about being adopted. He can’t take the pain of rejection he feels when he is returned, and he isn’t sure how he feels about May. But wouldn’t one month with Peter be worth risking May and being return. Peter held him close and he felt, safe. He follows Harvey slightly behind, “You sure are quiet today,” Harvey says softly looking back at him. Tony shrugs, “You saving your words up for Peter?” he teases. Tony feels himself blush. Harvey laughs, “I think that is a yes,” he looks away and smiles, he points, “There they are,” he states. Tony looks, Peter and May are sitting on a blanket in the dappled shade, they haven’t seen them yet, and so Tony gets to see May ruffling Peter’s hair. Peter laughs and leans into the touch. Surely if Peter likes her that much, she must be okay. “Hey!” Harvey calls, the two look over and wave. Peter is grinning and waving so enthusiastically that he waves back, it is worth to see the grin widen. Harvey leads him closer. “Hey Tony!” Peter exclaims. “Hello Tony,” May greets. Tony swallows, he feels his ears go back a little, scared again, “Hello,” he says very quietly. Harvey unclips his leash and Peter stands, frisbee in hand. “You wanna play with the frisbee with me Tony?” Tony hates fetch. It’s boring, and he doesn’t think it’s fun at all. Maybe Peter will praise him and pet him when he brings it back, he will try and like it for Peter. He nods and Peter grins, he smiles and beckons, Tony follows him a little way away to the open grass. He stands close and Peter smiles at him, “If you don’t move back it may be a little easy to throw it to you,” he says softly. Tony blinks, “But don’t you want me to fetch it sir?” he asks. Peter looks surprised then laughs, “I’m sorry Tony, I should have said I meant playing catch together,” he clarifies. Tony stares, “I thought you might not like fetch, a lot of dogs find it boring, and I think I would too,” he explains. “O-okay sir,” Tony trips over the word. Peter gently reaches out, back of hand first, Tony hesitates but Peter smiles widely at him so he bumps his nose against it, and licks Peter’s finger tips. Peter cups his face, “Thank you for the kiss Tony,” he says gently. Tony’s cheeks flush at being thanked for it, and he leans into the touch as Peter’s hand moves to pet behind his ears.

“Do you know how to throw a frisbee sweet boy?” he asks. Tony nods, still leaning into his hand, “You played catch before?” he shakes his head, “But I know how to Sir,” he says softly. Peter smiles, “That’s great, but just call me Peter okay?” “Okay, Peter,” he whispers. Tony plays catch with Peter, and it’s fun, it really is. Some how lunging to get the frisbee, and watching Peter do the same is much much more fun than playing fetch, and it makes his chest warm, humans play catch together, not dog and human right? Tony throws the frisbee, but it strays off course and Peter trips as he lunges for it. He falls face first onto the ground, only barely catching himself on his wrists. Tony sprints over, heart pounding, he hadn’t meant for Peter to trip! He drops to his knees beside Peter, who has rolled onto his back “Master are you okay?” he demands. Peter looks up at him, “Of course Tony, it was only a little fall,” he reassures him. Tony glares, “Are you sure you aren’t hurt?” he says face stern. Peter laughs, and gently strokes his cheek, “My sweet boy don’t worry I am fine,” he assures him. Tony turns bright red, ‘my’... No one ever called Tony that. He’s never been ‘my boy’ before, “Come down here sweet boy,” Peter encourages holding his arms out. Being held was nice before, but, deciding whether he wants the hug in scary, he pauses before lying in his arm. He thinks they must look funny, Tony is large compared to Peter, but he has his head on his chest, his hair is stroked. Tony relaxes into Peter, his tail twitches a few times but it doesn’t wag. “Tony could you try to do something for me?” Peter asks gently, “Yes Peter,” he agrees before even knowing what it is. He guesses he must really trust Peter. “After a bit, I would like, if you feel comfortable enough, for you to ask May to play frisbee with us,” Tony tenses. Peter keeps stroking his back in smooth strokes. “I can come with you, but May and I want a dog who we both connect with,” he says softly. “And I really want that dog to be you,” May is the adult. She has to agree to keep Tony. Tony turns his head and licks Peter’s neck, he gets a kiss on his forehead, “Thank you for the kiss Tony,” he murmurs. They lie together for several minutes before Tony sits up, and squares his shoulders. May isn’t scary, Peter wouldn’t ask him to talk to someone who’d hurt him, right? He picks up the frisbee and walks across to the blanket where May and Harvey are sitting. He holds out the frisbee to May who looks surprised, Tony looks down, “Please would you play with me and Master, mistress?” he asks quietly. A second of silence passes, “Tony look at me,” May’s voice is firm but not, not scary really. He looks at her, she is giving him a gentle smile, “Just call me May, okay? And I would really like to play,” She stands, and reaches out with the back of her free hand, Tony flinches back, he doesn’t want to be touched yet. But May should like him so he leans forward hunched over and tense, “It’s okay Tony, I won’t touch you if you don’t want me too,” she says softly, Tony looks up hesitantly but May is giving him a smile still. “Let’s go play,” Tony uses this as an excuse to run back to Peter and have his ears stroked. The three of them play together, and it’s fun. Very fun, Tony can start to see why Peter loves May. ------ Peter has to wait a whole week to see Tony again. But is to happy when the day comes, he goes to the shelter in the evening, they arrive a little early. Harvey greets them and says Tony is busy for another ten minutes or so. “What is he doing?” Peter asks curiously, Harvey’s eyes light up, “I should show you! Come this way, Harvey leads them into an employee's only corridor, he brings them to a window, “It’s one way glass,” he says beckoning them over. Peter and May look through the window and sees the large room where the puppies sleep. They are sprawled out together on large beds with their littermates, and in the biggest bed in the center of the room sits Tony, lots of puppies lie around him or lean on him, Tony has a large book that looks to be a book of fairytales, and he is reading to them. Harvey smiles and flicks a switch, it turns on a small speaker next to the window, Tony’s voice comes out of the speaker. He’s reading to all the puppies in a soft voice sending them to sleep. He is clearly near the end of his story as many of them are asleep, “And then the Prince and Princess lived happily ever after, the end,” he says quietly. He gets off to leave, but one puppy clings to him, “Stay, one more,” he whines. Tony scoops him up “Shh Max, I’ll read to you tomorrow,” Tony rocks the puppy before leaning down to put him back with his littermates. The boy falls asleep in seconds. Tony smiles fondly at the scene, before leaving. Peter’s heart has turn to liquid and he turns to May whose face is also full of shock at the adorable cute scene they just witnessed. “Is, is this a regular thing?” she asks. “We rotate it so they don’t get too attached, but they all love Tony,” he says softly, “In all honesty he is a little too good with them, some of them cry at the idea of not seeing him anymore when they are adopted,” Harvey says softly. May laughs, “Next time, lead with that,” she jokes. The meeting goes well, Tony talks to May and Peter about the books he’s been reading, and they discuss Jane Eyre at length, he doesn’t let her touch him, but she sits on the same sofa as him and he doesn’t shy away. He loves being pet by Peter and licks his cheek goodbye at the end.

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It is the next Saturday and Peter is looking over the house to ensure it all looks perfect. May pushes down onto the sofa, “Sit,” she tells him sternly. “It is Tony, not a real estate agent, chill out,” “I just want Tony to like it,” he says looking up at her, she ruffles his hair, “He will, we don’t use any strong cleaners and our house is full of books at tech, plus it has his favourite human in. It will be fine, deep breaths,” Peter takes several deep breath. “Right yeah okay,” he says, then the intercom buzzes. He rushes over to answer it, “Hello?” “Go on,” it’s Harvey’s voice, “Peter, H-hello,” Tony says, Peter can hear his nerves even over the bad line. “Hey Tony, Hey Harvey, I’ll let you up,” he says pressing the button to open the door, “Thank you Master,” Peter puts down the receiver grinning at May. He stands by the door so excited but takes a few breathes. Being here for the first time might be a little scary for Tony, he has to be nice and calm. There is a knock and he opens the door. Tony and Harvey stand there, the former nervous and the latter smiling, “Come in,” he says stepping aside. They both enter and take their shoes off, and Harvey unclips the lead. Tony looks very nervous and Peter offers him the back of his hand to smell, and he at once gets several excited nervous licks. He smiles broadly, and scratches behind his ear, “Thank you, I love your kisses Tony,” he says softly. May smiles at Tony, “How about we show you around so you can feel a little more at home?” he suggests. Tony nods and leans into Peter’s hand, The two of them show Tony around their apartment, showing him the views and the kitchen, they get to a smallish room. “This is Ben’s study, I use the desk to do homework cause mines too full of parts,” he jokes. Tony’s face scrunches up in confusion, “Ben?” Tony asks in a soft scared voice. There is a tension-filled moment before May smiles, pain clear in her eyes, “Ben was my husband, he died five months ago,” she says softly. Tony looks at May for a minute before leaning toward her and ducking his head down. May looks a little surprised, but offers her hand. Tony gently licks her fingertips. May looks shocked at the action, that Tony would attempt comfort. She reaches up and pets Tony’s ears, she is smiling softly “Thank you for the kiss, Tony,” she says softly. Tony leans into the hand, “Sorry that he died,” Tony says quietly. May strokes through his hair, “Me too,” she says softly. She rubs Tony’s ear “We came to the shelter to find someone new to have in our family,” she explains. Tony blinks, “Who?” he asks. May giggles, “You Tony,” she tells him already so fond. His eyes widen, “Me?” “Yes, of course, we’d love it if you wanted to join our little family,” she states. Tony looks so shocked. “Family,” he whispers. Peter reaches forward as pets his other ear, “Yes our family Tony,” he says softly. Tony leans into the hands petting him, enjoying it even as he looks at them in disbelief. Both May and Peter are very happy and end up touching him with both hands, at first Tony seems to be enjoying it, but there comes a point where it is clearly too much as he flinches stepping out of their reach, breathing faster. They at once remove their hands from his space "Oh, I'm sorry buddy, was that too much?" Peter says feeling bad about upsetting the sweet boy. Tony nods clearly embarrassed and looks away. “I’m sorry Tony, we didn’t mean to upset you,” May says softly. Peter gently takes Tony’s hand, "I'm sorry, four hands is a bit too much, that's okay," he murmurs. Tony looks surprised at having his hand taken. "We both really like you Tony, and we'd really love you to join our family," Peter tells him voice gentle. Tony looks at him, he is still scared, but there is hope in his eyes too. "You, you promise not to bring me back after a week?" he mumbles. Peter leans forward and kisses his forehead, "Promise," he murmurs. Tony's cheeks flush again. “You don’t have to know right now, but I hope we gave you some good reasons to consider it, okay?” Peter says gently. Tony looks at Peter eyes wide and a little wet. “Okay,” he mumbles.

#pet au #starker #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #slow burn #fic #my writing #In our Bones

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megalony · 6 years

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Don’t leave me- Part 4

The next part of my new series, thank you to everyone for the feedback its much appreciated.

Thank you @rogertaylorsbitontheside for the support.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Enjoy.

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The night hadn't planned out in the way that any of them had expected. Each of them had thought that now they were home, sleeping would come a lot quicker and be just like before. No one accounted for any changes to their sleeping patterns or how it felt... wrong. Ben felt it first. As soon as he had entered the bedroom in order to grab his pyjama shorts he couldn't stop himself from staring at the bed, a wave of uneasiness washing over him as he felt a violent shiver run down his spine. The thought of going to sleep in their bed felt frightening because Ben knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from waking up in fear that (Y/N) would be laid there shaking and delirious with a fever. The thought made tears well in his eyes which he had to push away. This is what they had been waiting for two weeks, all of them to finally be back home where they belonged and in the same bed. Just how it was before the torture had started, Ben needed to get rid of this feeling. (Y/N) was the one to feel it second. Politely waiting for the boys to get settled first before making herself comfy on the right side of the bed so that Ben was in the middle. The thought of laying between them was tempting but at the same time, that was when everything had gone wrong. Laying between her boys with them desperately trying to wake her up, the feeling of being out in the freezing snow came to mind and made her breathing stop momentarily. She thought that laying on the end would be different, that it would push those thoughts out of her mind and allow the three of them to enjoy the peace that came with being back home and all together. Not having one of them working late and coming home when the other two were asleep. Not having to fret about if she was ill or not and need to supply comfort. Knowing each other was fine and that they could simply fall asleep with ease and wake up late in the morning, nothing to get up for. This didn't seem to be the case, her mind couldn't allow her to fall asleep in the bed that was like heaven on the nights when she had been working late. To collapse into the bed and lay with her boys gave a euphoric feeling that she couldn't find tonight. Having to get up and leave her boys sleeping, needing to get a soothing drink to try and dull her mind enough to let her sleep.

Then there was Roger. The drummer didn't have a problem with getting to sleep, he could sense the feeling of unease in his partners and tried his best to ignore it and make them all feel comfortable. Then his nightmare provoked him like someone poking a bear with a stick. The image of the paramedic pressing his hands so harshly to (Y/N)'s chest Roger had been so sure he was going to break through her ribs and damage the fragile organ he was trying so hard to revive. Her words repeating in his head on a loop as she had realised the very moment she began to slip away. His mind screaming out when the memory twisted into such a nightmare Roger felt his heart breaking in his chest like he was dying when the paramedic shook his head sadly indicating nothing more could be done. A shudder ran through Ben when Roger's body violently lurched beneath him, the actor's head had been resting on Roger's virtually flat stomach before the drummer lurched. Roger had been laying on his back, something he tended to do quite a lot, once he was asleep he rarely moved whereas Ben and (Y/N) were wrigglers. At the nightmare flooding through his mind, Roger's wrist that was in plaster, having previously been resting just above his head, flung out as he jumped awake. The plastered hand smashing into the wooden bed frame with a bang causing Ben to bolt awake into a half sitting position as he leant on his elbow to try and find out what was happening. "Fucking shit! Fuck, fuck!" The drummer hissed violently, a profanity of words speeding from his lips so quickly and some under his breath that Ben couldn't keep track nor work out what he was saying. Doubling over slightly Roger cradled his now damaged hand to his chest, shaking it slightly to try and bring back some feeling that wasn't pain pulsing through his arteries. His other hand going to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stayed doubled over like he was going to be sick. Leaning over him Ben reached for the lamp residing on the bedside table before sitting back on his knees, taking note that their girlfriend had left the bed seemingly before Roger's outburst. His eyes raking over Roger's frame, seeing a layer of sweat clinging to his skin that was blotched with red, especially on his face. His breaths laboured as he tried to stop the pain bolting through his wrist and hand. That was the last time he laid like that. "What happened?" Ben questioned quietly, taking Roger's undamaged hand and entwining their fingers together before pressing a kiss to the back of his hand soothingly. Already having an idea of what had woken him in such a fright like this. "Where's (Y/N)?" Glancing his eyes around when he pulled himself upright Roger felt his heart suddenly drop to his stomach like the strings holding it in place had snapped. His breathing speeding up alarmingly as the pain in his hand subsided to allow the aching in his heart to take over his senses. Had he really been dreaming? Was that some warped reality that he was living? Did they in fact lose their girlfriend as well as their child? "Rog, babe it's alright. Whatever you dreamt isn't true, she's probably gone for a drink or to the bathroom. It's alright." Ben soothed, trying not to rush through his words as he cupped Roger's face in his hands. Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before running a hand through his hair, brushing the blonde strands from the drummer's eyes and around his ears so he could see properly. Trying to force a smile to show him that it was alright, the three of them were alright if a little stuck in the mud right now. Nodding, Roger tried to calm down his breathing, gently letting go of Ben's hand to run his fingers through his tousled hair and untangle the knots. Tears burning in the corner of his eyes that he pushed away. A sigh of utter relief passing through Roger's slightly parted lips when his eyes locked onto (Y/N)'s frame as she walked back into the room. Concern etched onto her features at having heard the profanities leaving his lips, a cup of steaming tea in her grip which she set down on the table beside him. Silently crawling onto Roger's lap, delicately taking his damaged and plastered hand in both of hers, fingers tracing up and down the exposed skin of his arm trying to calm him down. "Everything alright?" Ben questioned, seeing she looked wide awake and yet beyond tired at the same time. Circles under her eyes which seemed like they were struggling to stay open, a comforting smile pulling at her lips when Roger rested his undamaged hand on her hipbone, squeezing her side lovingly as he felt himself instantly calming down. Head leaning against Ben's when the actor rested his head in the crook of Roger's neck. "Couldn't sleep... why were you swearing?" Her voice was a little rough around the edges but seemed to smoothen out when she questioned what had happened with Roger. An inkling already in the back of her mind that she wanted confirming. "Had a dream and smacked my hand on the bloody headboard." Glancing his eyes from hers down to her chest Roger felt his heart constricting as he let go of her hip to graze his hand over her chest which had become exposed due to the oversized shirt hanging off her frame. A particular shirt Roger couldn't determine whether it belonged to either him or Ben, both men being around about the same size to the point they shared clothing. (Y/N) always stole a shirt to sleep in so all of their things just jumbled together, everyone owning everything. Roger was a bugger for stealing random shirts from (Y/N)'s wardrobe simply because his frame allowed him to wear women's clothing too and it looked insanely good on him. His hand suddenly beginning to shake as his finger ghosted over her sternum, tracing each of the multicoloured bruises that were tainting her skin. The bruises dragging the memory of the dream he'd just woken from to the front of his mind. Roger hadn't realised that a mark had been left, although it seemed about right with the force that had to be used to repeatedly press to her chest. He would have been surprised if she hadn't gotten any bruises or broken bones at all, thankful no ribs were actually damaged though. It still hurt to see the fading yellow bruises that surrounded the deeper purple ones dotting the middle of her chest and leaning more towards the left. "Just bruises Rog, they won't last forever." Pulling up Ben felt panic bubbling in his chest as he moved his eyes to lock with his girlfriend when Roger suddenly started sobbing. Not like he normally did, a few tears here and there with the odd silent cry. This was floods of tears drenching his face like a tidal wave as broken wails fell from his parted lips as he tipped his head back, head leaning back against the headboard. "Babe, talk to us. What's going on?" Ben soothed, pressing a kiss to Roger's flushed skin on his shoulder. Roger tended to shut himself away when something was wrong, he didn't like admitting that he had a problem or what his feelings were unless they were ones of love and affection. It was always hard for the pair to try and coax the drummer to talk to them, but they couldn't help him or understand what was going on if he didn't tell them what he was feeling. For the past two weeks, he had only expressed himself through anger or crying, no words had been said about what was going on inside. "I should have stayed home with the both of you! We could have gotten help earlier- I wouldn't have that image of you lying dead in front of me in my head forever if I'd of helped you but I fucked off to the studio. It hurts so much to remember you like that because its all I can see when I close my eyes. It feels like I did that to you, t-that I nearly killed you. And you know what makes it one hundred fucking times worse?" (Y/N) bit her lip so hard, trying to stop the wailing sound that was welling up in her throat that she had to swallow in order to carry on listening to Roger's agony. Ben, on the other hand, couldn't stop jittering, his own feelings and insecurities about what had happened to flood to the front of his mind as he had to fist the bedsheet in his hand to try and stop the adrenaline from overtaking his system. "You have the scan photo in your wallet." Ben's body looked like it had convulsed, his chest sucking inwards as his shoulders slumped forward as he leaned over. A trembling breath leaving his lips as tears flushed his already rosy cheeks. "I see your heart breaking when you open it and you won't take it out because you know it happened and we can't erase that from our minds and it kills. It kills to think we could have had that, all of us could have had something different that was a part of all of us and then it was taken away." Leaning forward (Y/N) rested her head against Roger's bare chest, her tears falling like droplets of rain onto his skin as he stared at Ben refusing to look anywhere else. They wanted to know what his pain felt like and what he was going through so now they were hearing it and he wanted to see their reactions. Roger hated having to talk about his feelings and knowing what he felt was going to hurt them both made it worse. Especially since what he was feeling was something that Ben and (Y/N) both related to, all sharing the pain of the other two and yet it felt so horrible to hear it be spoken out loud between them. Roger had seen Ben on many occasion when he was getting something out of the vending machine in the hospital. The way his hand began to shake when his eyes locked onto the photo he always tried to prepare himself to see but never could. Telling himself over and over that it was alright, prompting himself not to cry and to try and breathe steadily when he was about to look at the photo of a future that could have been. But every time Ben had come to open his wallet the black and white picture seemed to strike him in the heart with such force his knees came within inches of caving in. Showing him the future that all three of them had been so exstatic for, one that they didn't even think would be taken away from them as if they were only given it as a looking glance. A cruel joke placed upon all of them because someone found it funny to give a future they dreamed about only to take it back in the most horrid of ways. Ben couldn't bring himself to take the photo out of his wallet or stuff it into a side part so he wouldn't have to see it everytime he opened his wallet. It was something that had given him butterflies everytime he locked his eyes onto it before, and now it seemed to dampen his mood because he couldn't believe he had lost something so precious. It felt like moving the photo would be acting as if he had never been expecting a child with the two people that he loved most in the world and he could never do that. To act like this had never happened, that they had never lost such a precious and short life was sickening to Ben. They had been expecting a child together and so he was going to keep that reminder there, hoping it would bring some kind of comfort or peace in the future. "Being home wouldn't have done anything for our baby Rog, I lost them and I didn't feel that happening. They just... slipped away from me and I should have felt that. If I did I wouldn't have been ill." Tears fell from her eyes as she pulled back to look up at him. His efforts would have been in vain for their child and it sent rushes of pain to (Y/N)'s heart at the thought that she didn't know when their child had died. She was a mother, she should have realised that something was wrong, that something had happened that may have been her fault but she didn't. She had carried on as if everything was fine because she had been led to believe that it was, their child had died and they couldn't mourn them at the right time because nobody knew. It hurt all three of them to know that even with the guilt they were all harbouring, there was nothing they could have done to stop them from losing their baby. There were no signs to indicate something was wrong and so even if they somehow managed to go back in time, it wouldn't have done any difference for their child. That was a future that was simply not meant to be for the three of them. "I could have saved you!" He shot back, tears trailing their way down his neck by this point. "Even if I couldn't save them I could have stopped you from having to be brought back to me, I could have stopped myself from seeing you like that-" "What about me? You were at work Rog, I was the one who saw the fever starting and I didn't do anything either. I let it happen because it didn't seem that serious until too late. We we're all too late." Ben quipped, moving and laying down on his right side to face the pair of them as a sudden wave of fatigue rushed over his system. Eyes watering the pillow as (Y/N) slowly crawled from Roger's lap to snuggle in the space between them, fighting the thought of waking up in a feverish state to try and bring comfort to the three of them as they were all hurting. Roger felt guilty for leaving, for having done nothing to stop himself from witnessing the death and ressusitation of his girlfriend. For having to break the news to Ben of what had happened when he wasn't there. Ben felt guilty for not having taken action sooner and taken (Y/N) to the hospital like he should have. He could have saved both her and Roger from such pain and heartache if he had gone with his gut. And (Y/N) felt guilt for being so stubborn in not wanting to seek medical help in the first place, believing it was some simple cold or stomach bug. Pain mixing with guilt at the knowledge that she didn't realise when she had lost their child, something she should have felt the moment it happened. If she had then she wouldn't have gotten the infection that travelled to her heart and decided to make it stop. No one was blameless, but at the same time the blame couldn't be laid on one person alone. They each shared in the pain of what had happened and had a feeling of responsibility but at the end of the day it was the roll of the dice that decided their fate. Dwelling on what had happened wasn't going to help their future which is what they needed to focus on to get them through the present.

#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #ben hardy #roger x ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #don't leave me

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bellatlas · 5 years

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Trauma, Drama, Hormones, and Sick Days- Ch. 1

Fix it fic for both Infinity War and Endgame. Also on ff here.

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony is frozen, feet cemented to the ground as he stares at the disintegrating form of Mantis. Stares as one by one, everyone around him begins to crumple. It's too horrifying to watch and too horrifying to tear his eyes from all at once. What in God's name is going on? He wants to scream. He knows, though. He knows what's happening. Even as he shakes his head and his brain races trying to find another explanation- any other explanation, it's too obvious to keep denying. They've lost. They've screwed up worse than any of them will ever be able to comprehend. And now everyone around him is dying. Disintegrating into nothingness.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter's voice squeaks with urgency and Tony finally manages to pull himself out of his daze and spin on his heel. Peter is hunched over and staring at nothing in particular, breathing so hard that Tony thinks he's dry heaving for a moment.

"I don't feel so good."

No is all Tony can think. Anyone but the kid. Hell, he'd rather it be him. He lets his mind get ahead of himself for a moment and imagines the kid's face cracking like dirt in the sun before blowing away and nearly retches. No. It can't happen. Won't happen. Won't happen, won't happen, won't happen. He chants the words in his head like a mantra, as if it would make them any more true.

Peter stumbles forward and Tony grabs him by the shoulders, so hard that it would probably leave bruises if it weren't for Peter's suit. He feels Peter sway on his feet and pulls him closer, willing the kid to stay put. Normally anything but the touchy-feely type, the thought that he should be embarrassed doesn't even cross his mind, not when he's trying to keep Peter from fading away, gripping the kid's shoulders desperately despite knowing fully that holding Peter to his chest won't actually do anything if he's one of Thanos's unlucky victims. Of course it won't. But… what else can he do? He has to do something.

"I don't want to go."

Tony opens his mouth to respond, but can't manage to form any words. His throat is all but closed shut.

"It hurts," Peter whimpers. Finally, his knees buckle and Tony llowers him to the ground. It's only then that he sees Peter's hands pressed in to a split in his suit, a mixture of blood and clear fluid spilling out from between his fingers.

Tony freezes for a fraction of a second, trying to make sense of the scene in front of him before jumping into a flurry of action. He was expecting to see ash, not blood, and though he never thought he'd be happy to see any of his teammates hunched over, but he's so utterly relieved that it's almost tangible. He'll take blood over fading into ash anyday. He fumbles over Peter, trying to put pressure and stem the source of the bleeding, but he can't find the wound. It seems like it's just… everywhere, and his relief evaporates just as quickly as it appeared.

Tony looks around at the others desperately, eyes pleading for help. All whose left is the blue metal alien- Gamora's sister, and Strange. Surely Gamora's sister has something she can contribute, with her advanced alien technology. Just look at her! But, she just shakes her head ever so slightly, and Tony thinks he can see a slight look of sympathy in her black eyes.

Peter begins coughing, which gives way into a sickening gurgling, and blood bubbles at the corners of his mouth.

Tony looks to Stephen. He's magic, right? Like, actual magic? He can heal Peter, right? But, right as their eyes meet, Stephen's legs start crumbling beneath him.

Tony curses loudly and slams his fist into the ground in frustration, the rocks cutting into his hand be damned. Why? Why does it have to happen like this?

"I'm sorry." Stephen shakes his head. "It was the only way."

How? How could 'the only way' possibly involve Peter's death? Tony opens his mouth to retort, but before he can, Stephen's face loses all color and and his flesh crackles and flakes away, maintaining just the vague form of a person. And, with his last breath, Stephen waves a hand, whole chunks of ash streaming out from behind it, and orange sparks begin hissing and jumping in front of Tony and Peter.

A portal. It pops and the hazy form of New York City flickers in front of him as Stephen, almost completely gone now, struggles to keep the portal open.

Tony acts on instinct and heaves Peter up from under the arms. Peter manages nothing more a choked gasp, but it's now or never. Tony leaps, pulling Peter with him.

For a terrifying moment, he thinks they won't make it. He can feel the portal closing around him, biting into his skin even through the remaining pieces of his armor. It squeezes all the breath out of him, squeezes until he thinks it must have just broken his ribs, but thank God, it spits them out onto the Manhattan sidewalk.

And New York is in chaos. There are cars everywhere: between store windows and through the windshields of other cars. The pavement has so much glass scattered across it that for a wild second, Tony thinks it's all glitter. Cries of pain and grief ring out everywhere, echoing around the glass towers of the city in a stomach churning wail.

Tony couldn't care less. He just needs to get Peter to a hospital. Stat. He knows where the hospital is, of course, and while it's not far: only a mere two blocks away, he finds himself cursing Stephen for even dropping them off that far away. Cursing a dead man for his help, he realizes.

It's only two blocks away, but it may as well be another world. They may as well have stayed back on Titan for all the good it's doing him. With every step, Peter coughs up more blood and Tony can actually hear the liquid sloshing in his lungs. He looks down at him. He's still awake, but his eyes are unfocused and hazy.

"Stay with me, kid." Tony props Peter's head on the crook of his elbow, eliciting a groan from him. "Almost there."

The hospital is finally in sight when Tony loses his footing on a particularly large splay of shattered glass bits that slip out beneath his boot and he crashes to the ground, Peter in tow, glass cutting into whatever exposed skin it comes in contact with and knocking the wind out of him.

"Peter!"

Peter's eyes roll back as he hits the ground, just the bottom edge of his irises visible, and he stops coughing.

"Kid?"

Tony doesn't dare blink until he sees the kid breathe again. His breathing is shallow and strained, but it's there nonetheless. That's all he needs. He doesn't waste another second and lifts the kid back up, more careful with his footing now. His arms burn. Peter is a lot heavier than he looks- all muscle, but Tony powers through until they go numb and breathes a sigh of relief as he crashes through the hospital doors.

His relief only lasts for a second, though. If he thought the streets of New York were in chaos, the hospital ER is madness. The wails of loved ones fill the waiting room. Dried blood is splattered across the white tile floor without so much as a caution sign, sticky as Tony trudges across it. People lie on the floor waiting for care and not getting any.

Anger flares in Tony's chest. How could the hospital not be prepared for this? But how could anyone be prepared for this? Tony wasn't prepared for it. The hospital is overrun. It may have lost half its patients, but it also lost half its nurses. Half its doctors. All while ten times more patients flood in from all of the accidents.

A nurse is crouched in the waiting room, eyes wide and fingers threaded together behind her head in what Tony recognizes as a panic attack. Tony pushes past her, stumbling up to the front desk.

"Please," he pants to the lady behind the desk. "He's not going to make it much longer."

The woman scrunches her nose and opens her mouth pointedly, probably to snap that there are plenty of people there who 'aren't going to make it much longer,' but freezes when she sees who it is. Normally Tony would feel guilty for using his fame to his advantage, especially to cut in front of dying civilians. But, not now. Now, hell, he'll bribe this lady if he has to, and begins pulling out his wallet.

The lady sees and her eyes widen. "Right this way," she mumbles, motioning for Tony to follow.

Sellout, Tony thinks, but he's glad.

She pushes through a set a double of double doors where a string of gurneys lie lined up, all empty. All ready and waiting for the flood of patients outside, but with no nurses to operate them. Tony places Peter on the nearest one as gently as he can in his panicked state. The receptionist turns a corner and a moment later returns with a string of nurses, pulled from other patients, no doubt. Tony doesn't feel guilty. Next thing he knows, the nurses are on top of him, obscuring Peter from view as they cut away his suit and work up his body with gloved hands. And then Peter is off- being pushed down the hall while Tony is instructed to wait back out in the hellhole of a waiting area, with nothing to do but ignore the vitriol filled glares of the civilians he cut in front and pray that this whole mess can somehow be remedied.

Peter wakes to a bright light flooding his vision. This, he thinks, in his drug-addled state, must be heaven. He's strangely apathetic to that. Disappointed, perhaps, since he had such big plans for the future, but okay with it if it means he gets to see his parents and Ben again.

The light makes his head pound. It buzzes and beeps like a rattle in his skull as he's left waiting for whatever's next. Wondering why heaven buzzes like a fluorescent light. It seems rather shabby and annoying for a place where the streets are supposed to be paved in pure gold. Maybe, he thinks, it's just because of his enhanced senses. He would have hoped that his senses would be less sensitive in heaven. It could be rather irksome at times. His mind grapples, still sluggish, trying to match what Peter is seeing to any semblance of reality.

He squints and makes out the vague form of Mr. Stark in an armchair through the blinding light, blinking to adjust his eyes. The beeping, a heart monitor, he realizes. Oh.

The events of earlier come flooding back to him and he can feel his heart start pounding, the monitor next to him blaring it to the whole world. He bolts up with a near tearing pain in his chest.

"Easy, kid."

"Mr. Stark!"

"Yeah, it's me. Seriously, Peter, lie back down."

Peter ignores Tony's protests and pushes himself up. Something pulls his head to his left- a nasal cannula, he realizes, its hose tangled around a medical pole.

"What happened?" he asks, eyes wide. "Did we pull through? Did we fix everything?"

Tony stares at the floor and doesn't answer. It's all the answer Peter need's, though.

"Mr. Stark?"

"A piece of rib pierced your lung. We're in a hospital in New York. Strange portaled us back."

Peter's eyes flick around the room as he processes everything.

"They're gone, then? Like… really, really gone?" He shakes his head, so slightly that he wouldn't even be able to tell if it weren't for the slight tugging of his cannula.

Tony looks away from him, towards the wall. "Yeah. They're gone."

Peter stays like that, in stunned silence, for what feels like ages but is probably only a few minutes.

"How long has it been?" he finally asks.

Tony doesn't answer at first and still refuses to look up. "Long enough."

Peter squints at him. "Long enough? What does that mean?"

He's met by silence and begins to wonder if he's done something to upset Mr. Stark. Maybe he's mad again that he almost got killed.

"Mr. Stark? What's wrong?"

Finally, Tony moves, covering his face with his palms and taking a big breath in. At first Peter thinks that he's crying and freezes, eyes wide. Tony's not crying, but he's not very far off, either.

"Sorry," Tony finally says. "I …" He takes a deep breath. "Nobody has been able to find Pepper. It's… not looking good."

"Oh my God." Peter just stares, unsure what to say. "Maybe… maybe she's actually…"

Tony shakes his head. "Don't get my hopes up, kid."

Still sluggish from the medicine in his IV, it takes Peter another moment for the most horrifying thought yet to sink in. He feels the adrenaline hit him, ready to fight a threat that's not actually there.

"What about Aunt May?"

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose with a long exhale.

"Mr. Stark? She's fine, right?"

Tony doesn't respond.

" Say she's fine."

"I'm sorry, Peter-"

"Nononono," Peter mumbles, tucking his head in between his knees, struggling to breathe through the sheet on top of them. He feels a sharp pain in his chest and new beeping to his left by the medical pole.

"I sent someone over there to the apartment… there was no answer."

Peter doesn't even hear him, a ringing in his ears drowning everything around him out. The beeping to his left becomes a near constant drone and Tony's voice fades into the background. He sees spots in his vision.

"Kid, you need to breathe normally. That lung of yours isn't healed all the way yet." Tony puts a rough hand on his shoulder and tries to push him out of the position he's curled up into, but Peter is unrelenting.

"Seriously, Pete, you need to try to calm down. Your lung can't take this right now."

The words don't even register. They go in one ear and right out the other. Peter doesn't care. He doesn't. He just wants Aunt May back.

"I'm going to go get the doctor."

Peter is only semi aware of the click of the hospital room door and footsteps around him, a nurse fumbling with the IV bag next to him, a mention of sedating him.

"Stop!" he yells at them. They don't listen and he slips his IV out from under a wad of gauze and tape around his wrist with a hiss of pain. He won't be sedated.

He has to get out. He has to see her with he own eyes and make sure, and unloops the cannula from around his head. The lack of oxygen stuns him at first, and he feels like gasping for breath. He's Spiderman, though. He can do this. He's probably half healed by now anyway.

She has to still be alive. They just haven't looked hard enough. He'll find her. He will.

The doctor picks the cannula up off the floor and starts towards Peter, but Tony waves both the doctor and the nurse back. "I've got it."

Peter throws the sheets out from on top of of him and stands, dressed just in a pair of white shorts.

"Where are my web shooters?" Peter asks Tony. "I need to see if she's still here or not. Mr. Stark, you don't understand."

"Pete." Tony approaches him like a scared doe. "I do understand. You're a smart kid. We'll go as soon as you're released. Just lie down. You need to heal. I won't have you dying on me on for real if you re-tear that lung."

Peter doesn't miss Tony's glance at his pile of belongings, though, Peter's web shooters sticking out and catching the fluorescent light. Tony notices his error as soon as Peter does.

"I have to."

Peter makes his move and lunges with Tony on his tail. Everything hurts and his whole abdomen feels as if its been filled with jet fuel. He didn't know it was possible to be in quite this much pain and still function. Even with his superhero agility, though, his wounds still slow him down enough for Tony to grab his arm.

They each freeze, Peter, web shooters in hand, starting for the window, and Tony with an iron grip around Peter's arm. For a solid couple of seconds, nobody moves. Not Peter. Not Tony. Not the doctors or nurses silently watching the whole scene play out. Finally, when it looks as though Peter is able to reason again, Tony drops his arm and steps back.

"Don't do this, Peter. Just get back into bed and we'll talk about it. We'll figure something out. I'll send Happy over to check. We can... " Tony swallows. "We can have him record… the scene… if that's what you need."

"Happy is still alive?"

"I-" Tony's face falls. "I don't know."

Peter shakes his head at the floor and chuckles, but there's no humor in it. "Is anyone left?"

Tony's mouth opens and closes a few times before he manages to speak. "I mean… you are. And if you don't mind, I'd really rather that remain the case."

Peter almost turns around, almost climbs back into bed to accept the IV. Almost resigns himself to sitting in that godforsaken bed for a week, wondering what became of May. He can't, though. There's no way. "But if she's gone… then what's the point?"

The truth of his own words hits him square in the chest and it's all resolve he needs. He closes the distance between himself and the window before anybody else in the room even has the chance to react, careening down the side of the building with his web shooters clutched to his chest.

"Peter!" he hears Tony yell from the windowsill behind him. And he feels bad, truly. All Peter has ever wanted is to please Tony. But, Aunt May comes before Tony. Always has. Always will. He needs Aunt May. Now more than ever. He needs to know what became of her for sure, beyond the mere speculation of knocking on the apartment door and not getting a response. .

He used to love swinging from building to building and feeling the wind whip through his hair. He used to never be able to keep a stupid grin off his face, but he just feels hollow now, a pit of dread in his stomach even as he clings to hope.

The city below him is not the city he once knew. He doesn't know how long its been since Thanos's purge, but it hasn't been long enough to clean up his mess. Cars still lie abandoned in the street with their alarms going off, and car alarms ring out from every direction.

Still, the city is somehow quieter than usual, and not in a good way. Even with all the evidence of the initial chaos of the purge, the streets are nearly empty, something Peter never expected to see here. There's no endless chatter, no laughing of drunks heading home from bars, no tourists snapping photos of every other building along their paths. Its… dead.

Peter shakes his head. As long as Aunt May isn't. She can't be. He's already lost so much. Surely the world wouldn't dare take her from him as well.

He goes into their apartment through the window, the same way that May had scolded him for so many times before. His room is just as he left it: bed unmade, a pile of half constructed legos in the corner- something May also told him not to leave on the floor. God, how long ago was it that he'd gotten out of bed expecting nothing more than a fun class field trip.

"May?" he calls. His voice dies in his throat and comes out as a strangled croak. Suddenly he's finding it hard to breathe again, the throbbing in his lung returning with a vengance.

"Aunt May?" he manages, louder this time.

He tentatively turns the doorknob to the hallway, hand shaking violently. The door to May's room is open, and he peers inside, eyes scanning the room more slowly than he thought possible. Nothing. It's as spick and span as ever.

"May?" he feels the tears start to fall now, the words coming out in gasp. "Please, Aunt May," He darts into the living room, suddenly hyper aware of every croak in the floorboards, every molecule of dust in the air. And, that's when he sees it: dark powder dusted across the couch.

Having not been disturbed, he can still make out her form: hunched over in the way she always was when she was struggling or worrying, so that half of the ash spills onto the floor in front of the couch, the rest collecting in the divet where she had been sitting.

Peter freezes, barely managing to breathe shaky breaths, and reaches out a hand towards the remains of Aunt May, unable to bring himself to actually touch them.

No.

He drops to his knees in front of the pile of ash, willing it not to be true, to be someone else.

No, no, no, no, no!

He doesn't even realize that he's crying until he sees tears drip onto the ashes of May, making them clump. He always thought it was a myth- that you start crying before you even know. That it was just something thrown into books to make things more poetic and verbose. After all, how could you not realize that you're crying. But, while his mind is still in denial, still refusing to process the scene in front of him with an eerie sort of numbness, his body already knows. The tears keep falling, and falling, until Peter is full on sobbing and he feels like throwing up and pain blossoms in chest with new fervor, his lung unable to cope with the sudden assault.

He feels like he's breaking apart and doesn't know what he can do but sit there on the floor, shaking.

How could this happen? May didn't deserve this! She deserved so, so much more than this. She deserved the world and more. And Peter couldn't save her.

"Spidey?"

Peter jumps, for one wild second convincing himself that Mr. Stark's voice is perhaps May and she's really alive.

Peter isn't sure how Mr. Stark got into his house without a key or his suit, or how he got there so quickly, but he finds Peter easily. It's hard not to with his wailing. Peter braces himself for another onslaught of remarks on his responsibility what with running away from the hospital and not focusing on his health, but instead Tony just crouches down next to him and puts a tentative hand on his back.

"I'm sorry," Peter sniffs, trying to control the sobs that just keep bursting forth no matter how much he tries to stop them.

"Don't be."

"She was all I had. She's all that I had left. Everyone else is gone... and now her, too-" Peter blubbers. "I don't know what to do now. What do I do?"

Tony's grip on his shoulder tightens. "Hey, like I said- you've always got a place at the Avengers Facility, okay? We're not gonna let you go hungry."

Peter nods, though his breakdown hasn't lessened in severity at all. "And then what?"

"And then?" Tony shrugs and shakes his head. "I don't know. God, kid. I just don't know."

#peter parker #iron dad #iron man #spiderman

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Everlong - Chapter One

Dean x Reader x Sam

The world has gone to shit. You’ve got the undead trying to eat your flesh, a whining teenager to look after, and a few secrets that you need to keep. The Winchesters are the last thing you need, but the only thing you want.

Warnings: Mild descriptions of violence, adult language, drug and alcohol use, polyamorous relationship (no wincest).

Note: This is my first attempt to write in a very, very long time. Please, I would love any and all feedback!

Series Masterlist - Masterlist

According to Trevor, the high school freshman you found alone and scared, huddled in a Gas ‘n Sip, it had been 173 days since the dead started rising and 4 since you’ve had more than a half can of peaches each. “Stop complaining and look around,” you snapped at him, shoving him down the aisle of the grocery store, though the shelves were heavily scavenged by the time you got there.

“‘Sno use,” he whined, but shuffled along, backpack open and ready.

You headed two aisles over looking for first aid or hygiene items, not that the latter meant much anymore since you were both caked in dirt and the last time you found running water it was barely deep enough for you to drink out of. Still, you were low on bandages and antiseptic, both of which Trevor needed with the nasty cut he got a couple of days ago, the last thing you needed was it to get infected.

“Pork and beans,” he called out through the shelves, “I hate pork and beans.”

“Food’s food,” you replied, picking up an open box of tampons, weighing the options of needing them. You dump what’s left into the front pocket of your bag and moved on, finding a couple boxes of bandaids and a package of gauze. “Find any crackers?”

“Two boxes,” Trevor confirmed. “You?”

“Not as much as I hoped.” You found your way down the toiletry aisle. There was floss left, which would help in a desperate need for sutures, and couple bottles of mouthwash. You dumped what you could in your pack and rejoined the teen to toss whatever canned thing you could find and carry. “It’s gonna get dark soon.” He nodded and zipped up his backpack, shouldering it with a grunt.

The creak of the door on the far side of the store caused you both to freeze. Trevor’s eyes widened, his fingers closed around the axe that hung from his side. You nodded once and pulled out the pistol from the back of your waistband and you two tiptoed towards the sound.

“Two ganked,” a voice rumbled from the stockroom making your blood run cold. Geeks you could have handle, but humans were another issue.

“These look like fresh kills,” a second voice noted. You motioned for Trevor to get behind you and pressed up against the wall near the door. “We should try the next store.”

“It’s getting dark,” the first voice sighed and pushed the doors open towards you, blocking your view for a moment, “if there’s anyone in here, we’ll just ask for a couple of cans and head out, no harm done.”

The second man snorted, following the first through into the main part of the store, “It took the zombie apocalypse to help you find your manners?”

“I’ve always had manners,” the first guy paused, rounding on the second, taller man, and pointed a finger, “I only used them when necessary.” His eyes left his partner and landed on you and Trevor, both stiff from fear, but weapons drawn in defense. “Oh, woah, hey,” he greeted, putting both of his hands in the air when you cocked your gun.

The taller man turned slowly to face you, his hands going up like the other’s, face pulled into a worried pout. “Hey there, we’re friendly.”

The skeptical look on your face had them exchange glances and the shorter guy stepped forward, hands still raised, “Don’t shoot, alright? I’m Dean, this is Sam. We’re here just looking for food like you are, probably. You must’ve heard us, right? We’ll get a couple of cans and head on our way.”

You kept your gun pointed at then, but you turned to catch a glimpse of Trevor. The poor kid was white knuckling the handle of his axe, but he gave you a silent nod. “There’s a few left,” you tell them, nodding your chin towards the shelves nearby.

“Thanks,” the one named Sam smiled and started to back away.

“You mind lowering your gun,” Dean chuckled lightly, clearly in no way actually nervous.

Your face hardened, “Sorry, Dean, but I can’t.” The last guy you trusted took your hunting rifle and three days worth of food, breaking Trevor’s ribs in the process. The poor kid had been through enough already, you were not going to put him in harm’s way again.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “okay, I get it.” He looked from you to Trevor, offering the boy a smile which was hesitantly returned. “You’re lucky you’ve got your big sis looking after you.”

“She’s not my sister,” Trevor mumbled, but stepped closer to you.

“Family don’t end in blood, kid. If she’s watching out for you like this, she’s your sister,” Dean insisted. There was no further protest from Trevor, but he didn’t agree, either. You knew the kid’s backstory, you weren’t offended, but it looked like Dean was.“You two got names?”

“Y/N,” you stiffly replied. “This is Trevor.” Your eyes left Dean for a moment and scanned the store for Sam. You could hear cans being dropped into his pack. “Sun’s getting low, you two should probably get going.”

“Sammy,” Dean shouted over his shoulder, “we good?”

“Yeah,” Sam called back, accompanied by the zip of his bag. His hands were back in the air when he returned, a soft smile on his face, “thanks.”

“Don’t need to thank me,” you shrugged, “I don’t own the store.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve got a 9mm pointed at our faces, you own whatever you want,” Dean quipped which earned a sigh from Sam. “But we got what we needed, we’ll head out.” He nudged Sam to go first and he started to follow. “Unless you two wanna tag along?”

Your eyes narrowed and you could feel Trevor stiffen beside you. “I think we’re better on our own, Dean, no offense.”

“Hey,” he said with a half smile, “none taken. You seem like good people and you can obviously handle yourself. We just thought we could help you get you to where you needed to be. Me and my brother used to hunt all kinds of weird crap before the world went to shit, we kept people like you safe from stuff like it. Still do, I guess.”

“What do you mean,” you asked as you took a step back towards Trevor. Whoever these guys were, they obviously had a few screws loose and you didn’t want them any closer to the boy.

“Zombies aren’t the only thing out there. We were in Maine handling a nest of vampires when this shit went down,” Dean explained which you scoffed at. “Oh, so dead people popping up and eating flesh is acceptable, but vampires aren’t?”

Trevor squeaked, “I believe you.”

“Smart kid,” Dean smiled and tossed a wink the boy’s way.

“It took you five months to get from Maine to Georgia,” you asked skeptically.

“We took some detours,” Sam interjected. “Believe it or not, this isn’t the first apocalypse that’s we’ve been apart of.”

Dean rolled his shoulders annoyance, “Just the only one that happened to actually slip by and happen.”

“Anyway,” Sam rolled his eyes, “we thought we could reverse it, you know? Like it was some kind of demonic virus, but those would be more 28 Days Later than Dawn of the Dead.”

“I thought it was some kind of wish, like some kid in mom’s basement wanted to live out a video game,” Dean threw in with a scowl.

“But there’s nothing powerful enough to grant a wish on this kind of scale,” Sam countered, slightly annoyed with his brother’s interruptions. “But, we thought we’d head to the CDC to see if they had anything there.”

“We ran out of gas just outside of Jasper, been hoofin’ it ever since,” Dean finished.

“The CDC’s gone,” you tell them. “Those things are swarming the place. Everyone had the same idea as you, I guess.” The brothers exchanged a look and Dean muttered a few expletives. “There’s a rumor that Fort Benning is supposed to be safe, but when’s that ever worked in a zombie movie?”

Dean grinned at that, but turned his attention back to Sam, “Well, we’ve gotta have something in the bunker about this, guess we should just head home.”

“Bunker? Are you guys like those Doomsday people,” you ribbed.

“Not really,” Sam shook his head, “it’s kind of hard to explain. It was built a while ago, but it could withstand a nuke. There’s plenty of space.” The look he gave you was a silent question and one that peaked your interest. You didn’t know these guys from a hole in the ground and they were bat-shit crazy, but if they had a bunker, it’d be somewhere safe until you figured something out or the world ended completely or they murdered you in your sleep. “It’s in Kansas.”

“What makes you sure it’s still safe?” You can hear Trevor move from behind you. He trusted you with his life, but these guys looked like they were built for this, comfortable in world full of crazy. You weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but Trevor was going to go with them given the chance and you knew it.

“It’s the safest place on earth, nothing from heaven or hell could get in,” Dean bragged, “so I’m sure it could keep a few zombies out. So, if you wanna come along, we can keep you safe, just as long as you don’t do anything stupid.”

“Like trust two guys we just met who are spouting off crap about demons,” you chaffed.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled, “like that.”

You didn’t need to look at Trevor to know his answer, but you did. There was a hopeful look in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen since you found him weeks ago. “Fine,” you sighed and finally put away your gun, “but if you even look at him funny, I will kill you.”

The brothers put their hands up in submission once again. “You’re the boss, lady,” Dean yielded. “But we should get going. We’ve got a place a mile east of here and dark’s gonna come quick.” Your own camp was in the opposite direction, but held nothing of importance, just a spot you knew was safe, at least for the night.

Sam was the first out, Trevor on his heels, while you fell into step with Dean to bring up the rear. “How’d you end up with the kid?”

You side eyed Dean at his question and hooked your thumbs into the straps of your pack. “Found him in a gas station near Macon. He was held up in the broom closet, alone and starving. I don’t know how he survived, but his family got attacked there. I cleaned the place out and found him huddled up there.”

“What are you like a super soldier,” Dean teased.

“I had someone with me at the time,” you rolled your eyes. “But Trevor’s been on my ass ever since. He’s a good kid, really smart, really good with electronics and shit. Hotwired all the cars we came across.”

Dean hummed in acknowledgement. “So what happened to the other person?”

Your shoulders tensed and your jaw clenched, “Long story.”

“Ah,” he nodded, smart enough to drop it. “We found a group two weeks in, they were nice people, but stupid as hell. We managed to get them to Tennessee and they decided they were better off held up in a cabin. Sam and I went to do some digging on this mess, came back to check on ‘em, all turned.”

“Seems to be the way of the world now,” you frowned. “Can’t afford to make attachments.” Your eyes were trained on the back of Trevor’s head. He and Sam were getting along from the way he was animatedly talking.

“Well, you gotta keep family close,” Dean disagreed. “You won’t be able to survive alone in a world like this.”

“My family’s probably dead,” you replied evenly.

Dean shook his head. “That kid obviously needs you and I’m guessing you’d die before you let anything about to him.” Your silent scowl was answer enough. “We’ll keep you guys safe, just don’t go looking for trouble.”

Your frown deepened, but you remained silent. The two of you watched Sam and Trevor talk, mostly about the vampires the guys mentioned before. “So, on top of zombies, we gotta worry about vampires,” you grumbled.

“Haven’t ran into any since the start of all this, but yeah, they could still be a threat. Werewolves, demons, freaking angels,” Dean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s not enough that we have to deal with that shit every day, but now actual zombies.”

You exhaled, your face pinched, “Is there anything else I need to worry about?”

“Other humans,” Dean offered jokingly.

“Yeah, they’re already on my radar,” you make a show of eyeing him warily. If Sam and Dean wanted to hurt you, they would’ve tried it already. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened and probably not the last. Even if they were playing the long con, you wouldn’t let them get very far, at least not without putting up a fight.

Dean laughed hardily and shook his head, “Normally I’d be offended, but it looks like you’ve been through some shit, so I can’t blame you. Trust me, if we wanted to hurt you, we would’ve. Me and Sammy are people persons, pillars of the community.”

“Seems like it,” you snorted.

“Y/N,” Trevor turned to look at you, “Sam says that their bunker has a whole library of magic.”

“I keep telling you, kiddo, Hogwarts isn’t real,” you deadpanned, but that didn’t sour Trevor’s mood one bit. He turned right back to Sam and the two continued their conversation. “Now he’s never gonna leave you alone.”

“Sam can handle him,” Dean assured you with his gaze bouncing between the two. “They’re two peas in a nerdy pod.”

You followed the Sam along the road, stopping only to deal with a few stray walkers. It was dusk and zombie activity always kicked up at night for whatever reason, so you hoped you could get somewhat close to their camp before the hordes started to form. Dean must’ve felt the same as he tilted his head up the sky and squinted, “Shouldn’t have wasted all that time back there.”

You should’ve felt guilty, but you didn’t. “You could’ve left us.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “but Sam would’ve felt guilty and made us go back and find you. Trust me, it saved us the headache.”

Your eyes raked over Sam’s tall frame, his broad shoulders shook lightly with laughter. “I’m guessing he’s the bleeding heart?”

Dean followed your gaze to his brother, “Sometimes. Every man’s got a soft side.”

Your lips pulled up into a grin and you turned your attention to the man next to you, “What does yours look like?”

“Maybe you’ll find out,” he replied coolly.

“You two are gross,” Trevor called back to you.

“Shut up and keep walking, bud,” you reached out to lightly shove at the kid’s shoulders. Trevor whined in returned, turning to bat at you playfully before getting lost in another conversation with Sam. “This is the most relaxed I’ve seen him in a long time.”

“You gotta feel for him,” Dean sighed. “I mean he’s probably been worried he’d lose you, too. At least he knows you’re safe now.” You raised a brow. “You’ve got more eyes watching your back,” he expanded. “You know, I’m sure you kick ass, but you look like shit, sweetheart, no offense.”

“I haven’t slept more than two hours in the last three days,” you quietly confessed. “I’m running on caffeine pills and a slowly breaking will.”

Dean sucked on his teeth. “Well, as soon as we get back to camp, you’re crashing. I got a bedroll with your name on it.” Both your brows shot up at the implication and he held up a hand, “Relax, I’ll be taking the first watch.”

“Mhm,” you murmured, eyes narrowing.

“Fine, Sam can take first watch and we can snuggle up real tight,” Dean murmured playfully.

“I’d rather sleep alone,” you admitted, “at least until I can see straight.” You two shared a grin and fell silent, keeping watch for any more threats while the two up front yammered on.

It was night by the time you got the house they squatted in, its fence lined with cans on a string, a primitive alarm system, but at least it would work on walkers. The tiny one story home had a split floor plan that allowed you and Trevor to pass out on one side and Sam and Dean to keep watch on the other.

Just as he said, Dean spread out their bedrolls for the both of you. “Thank you,” you whispered as Trevor curled up on Sam’s asleep almost immediately.

“Said we’d take care of you,” he shrugged and started to leave, but you caught his wrist. “Want me to stay,” he teased and slid up to you, slowly licking his lips.

“I’m serious, Dean. You guys didn’t have to do this, thank you,” you reiterated earnestly.

“‘Swhat we do, sweetheart.” He placed a hand over yours and gave it a squeeze. When you released your hold on him, he winked. “Get some rest. Sam might sneak in here, too. He snores, but you get used to it.” With that, he was gone and you collapsed onto the small padding Dean called his and promptly fell asleep.

It felt like your head had just hit the pillow when ya large hand close around your shoulder and squeezed. You jerked awake, but another hand covered your mouth and Sam shushed you. “Four outside,” he mouthed and jutted his chin towards the window. You nodded and looked over to Trevor who was still sound asleep. “Gun. Stay,” Sam added before scurrying out of the room to rejoin Dean.

You pulled out your gun and crawled over to the window to peek outside. There were four men that had made it over the fence and were clearing up the walkers that were roaming along the perimeter. Obviously the cans were a double edge sword since it meant that a house was occupied and a prime target for ill meaning looters.

The group split up, circling the house, two in front, two in back. You fell onto your hands and knees and crawled to pop your head out of the doorway. Dean caught sight of you and you did your best to signal to him, bue shook his head and motioned for you to go back into the room.

You slid back into the room with a silent grumble and closed the door enough for you see through the crack, but there was no eyeline to either door or of Dean or Sam. You could, however, hear the soft creak of a door opening and faint footsteps on the hardwood floors. The intruders were careful, it was obvious they were seasoned.

A second door opened and more footsteps followed, the group slowly slinking through the house. As quiet and cautious as they were, they didn’t expect the brothers to get the jump on them. There was hard smack of skin to skin and someone toppled into a wall. Several grunts and growls were exchanged, punches and air leaving lungs.

There was a resonating tink that made Sam cry out, “Dean,” before groaning himself and more blows were traded. You looked to Trevor, but the boy didn’t wake despite all the noise. You needed to help, but you didn’t want to leave your charge.

Someone cried out in pain and you set down the gun, reaching for the axe that laid next to the teen. The gun would’ve ended things quickly, but it would’ve also drawn walkers around for miles and any other curious idiot that happened to be out at night.

You crept out of the room and down the hall to find one guy already laid out and Dean exchanging blows with another. Two had Sam locked up and used as a punching bag. These guys had knives and possibly guns, why they hell weren’t they using them?

Sam locked eyes with you and before his captor could get out a warning, you slammed the butt of the axe to the back of the assailant’s head and he crumpled to the ground. Taking advantage of your sudden appearance, Sam was able to slam his head back into the other’s face and take the guy down.

“You’ve got some great timing, sweetheart,” Dean panted, wiping the blood from the side of his mouth. “Help us tie these guys up? There’s rope in our packs.” You nodded and set the axe aside as you searched through the two bags near the couch. Behind you, the boys dragged the limp bodies together and you tossed Sam the first coil of rope and Dean the other once you found them.

“You alright,” you frowned, noticing Dean’s split lip and Sam’s red cheek.

“We’ve had worse,” Dean shrugged it off and searched the men for weapons, tossing them near you and the packs. “What the hell were these guys doing?”

“A piss poor job of scavenging,” you offered, picking up a machete for yourself, but placed the rest in one of their bags.

Dean grumbled and shook his head as he headed over to you. “You head back to bed, we’ll deal with these guys.” Your gaze shifted to the tied up men on the floor and back to Dean, a deep frown on your face. “We’re not gonna to kill them, just wanna ask them some questions and we’ll toss ‘em out in the morning.”

You looked to Sam who gave you a confirming nod, a silent promise. “Any trouble, you’ll wake us,” you turned back to Dean, not questioning but demanding.

“Scouts honor,” he grinned. You huffed in annoyance, but took the machete and axe back with you, leaving the door open upon your return. You placed Trevor’s axe back where it belonged, secured the machete to your pack, and moved the gun under your pillow for quick access.

As much as you wanted to stay up to hear the interrogation, you were out the moment you closed your eyes for the second time that night. When you woke the next morning, you were alone and the low mumble of voices carried through the halls.

You shuffled your way to the living room where Dean and Sam were having a quiet, heated discussion that stopped as soon as you came into view. “Something wrong,” you yawned, searching for the four guys they captured last night.

“We’re leaving,” Trevor informed you, spooning pineapple into his mouth. You nodded and shrugged your shoulders in compliance, but the three stared at you questioningly. “Y/N, it’s…”

“Get packing, kid,” Dean interrupted him. You squared up at his tone, but Trevor sheepishly slipped out of the room. “You wanna tell us who Matt is?” A cold chill ran through you and you shook your head. “Those guys? They were his, said that been following you for days.”

“I told you, it’s a long story,” you said dismissively. “If we’re going, then we need to do it soon.”

Sam moved to you to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, “If this guy is threatening you, we can help.”

“You can help by dropping it and getting us to your bunker or whatever,” you shrugged him off. “You two beat the shit out of those guys, I doubt anyone else is gonna come around. You proved a point, Matt’ll drop it.” Neither brother looked convinced. “Look, you said you didn’t want us to bring you trouble, so take Trevor. I’ll head out and you guys can be on your way.”

“You’re just going to leave him,” Dean snapped, stomping over to you with a red tinge to his cheeks. Sam put an arm across his brother’s chest to hold him back, but Dean wasn’t going to hurt you, you all knew that. “And you’re stupid if you think we’re gonna let you go out there on your own.”

Your face twisted into pure offense and anger, “Let me? You met me less than a day ago and you think you have some kind of hold over me?”

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Sam sighed, that worried pout back on his face. “Think of Trevor, alright? He’s the one that told us about Matt, what he did. He’s worried about you.” Your nostrils flared and your teeth audibly ground together. You knew the kid meant well, but it wasn’t his place to say anything. “Look, just let us get you as far away from here as we can and if you still wanna leave when we’re safe enough, then you can.”

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but one heated look from you shut him up. “Fine,” you spat.

Sam released his hold on Dean and gave you a worried half smile, “I’ll go help Trevor.” He patted your shoulder as he passed and slipped out of the room to leave you and Dean alone, steam still coming from both of your ears.

“You’re going to be a pain in my ass,” Dean sighed and headed over to secure their things.

“Yeah, I can say the same about you,” you shot back, arms crossed over your chest, your body still pumping with adrenaline. “But promise me that whatever happens, you’ll keep Trevor safe.” He didn’t look up from his task, but he nodded. “Say it, Dean.”

There was hesitation, but he stopped and looked at you, face straight, “We’ll take care of him.”

You accepted his declaration and moved to help him. “I owe you.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, a grin tugging at his lips, “you do.”

#dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader x sam winchester #dean winchester x you x sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam x winchester x you #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural au #everlong

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themanicgalaxy · 3 years

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SPN 6X20 the Man who Would be King

AHAHAA

OHOHO

HEHEHEHE

I AM QUITE EXCITED ABOUT THISSSSS

ok he's meditating

OH THE FISH

"don't you step on that fish" AHASIDPSFHA

ah yes I love leaning into how OLD cas is

two boys, an old drunk and a fallen angel AHH

This..this is a good recap

WHY IS THIS ALL THE WAY HERE

WHO IS HE TALKING TO?

IS HE TALKING TO US??

IS THAT DIRECTED TO THE AUDIENCE??

WHAT

HeLlO DEaN

he checks in :)

"you'll call, right? if you get into real trouble" HE'S AN ALL POWERFUL ANGEL AND DEAN IS W O R R I E D

AWWW

HE'S SO HURT TOO ASDFIJSAPDHSP

talk to Crowley

love the aesthetics

why did we have to see the eggs

ErOtic vALuE

DisTraCteD

just

"the stench of that impala's all over your overcoat angel"

NEITHER OF THEM EVER SAY NO EITHER

...Crowley's trying to keep them away huh

WINCHESTERS GUARDIAN

oh my god the reforming holy shit

TWAS CASSSSS

lmao forgot ur soul sorry

Arrogance Hubris

ah and he was like

popping in and around

NO KILLING THE WINCHESTERS

"I'll just bring them back again" Oh myGOD

DENIM WRAPPED NIGHTMARES

they do keep killing things

both? die??

ok so a hunter demon thing that's working for crowley

Sam and Bobby working together is neat tho

stabbed the leg

Dean is the only one that takes issue with this

awwwww Dean

Bobby is also a Cas stan

oh SHIT HE'S RIGHT THERE

paranoid bastards

"superman who's gone dark side" BEN EDLUND I LVOE YOU

Dean

babe ur lois lane

"dean trying so hard to be loyal with every instinct telling him otherwise" WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

LOYALTY TO CAS

THAT'S WHAT THAT LINE MEANT

OH MY GOD

DEMON COUNTERPART TO BOBBY SINGER

THE LIL COMPARTMENTALIZING FLICK TO HUMAN OH MY GOD

MANS IS PROTECTIVE OF WINCHESTERS AND WINCHESTERS ONLY

"I did it to protect the boys or myself" waHTIRWTJHAPSD

no confrontaTION OHH

"maybe they run from us now"FASDISPAFJSFP

he just wants to go to heaven

everyone with their own personal heavens

Cas

Chose you

AWW NO HE JUST WANTS FREE WILL

"freedom is a length of rope, god wants you to hang yourself with it" DSFKAOSH

"teaching poetry to fish" dfsKAP

FISH

"who's heaven is this"

and Raphael wants it to go back oh

"god's will is what I want"

"they were built to follow"

jesus christ

NOOO CAS

"we'd call Cas" :(

:(((((

:((((

HE WANTS TO BELIEVE IN HIM SO BAD

HE COULD HEAR THEM

HE DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE IT WORSE

BOTH SAM AND BOBBY ARE LIKE “dean come one it’s very likely he betrayed us” and Dean “trust issues” “Paranoid bastard” Winchester is like

this hurts me

HE COULD ALWAYS HEAR THEM

HE WAS SCARED OH MY GOD

THE KNOWLEDGE THAT EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY CALLED AND CAS DIDN’T COME HE WANTED TO BUT HAD OTHER SHIT THAT COULD HAVE HURT THEM, BUT THEY DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT

ok demon fight

oo the freeze frames

CAS HELPED

HE HELPED

OH HE'S SO FUCKED

"I was me again" figadf'si

Dean: what do you think guys, Cas saved us again isn't he cool

I love them

"they trusted me again"

NO HE MADE THE SAME REFERENCE BOBBY MADE

HE'S SO HAPPY TO MAKE THE REFERENCE

DEAN'S SO HAPPY TO HEAR IT

THEY'RE SMILING AT EACH OTHER

"you're the very picture of mental health"

PROTECTIVE CAS

MANS IS STILL AN ANGEL HELL YEAH

he can't beat them to get free will without crowley

He wanted to ask Dean

but he wanted Dean out of it

he just

watched Dean

angel of thursday

the "I'm an angel" are gREAT

....ONCE AGAIN THE DESTIEL WITH NO REBUKE

HE KEEPS LOOKING BACK AT DEAN

ah the waiting in line hell

"you've got sex appeal" "thank you"

HE started THE CIVIL WAR?

I mean I kinda knew that but still

and he needs resources

HE'S SO PROTECTIVE OF DEAN AW

Cuz Crowley's king of hell, so he can peddle more souls

and he wants security

oho hand shots

MANS STARTED THE CIVIL WARRR

Road to Hell Good Intentions YadaYADA

NO THE HOLY OIL FIRE

THEY FLAGGED THE REFERENCE

he's panicking, Sam and Bobby are panic pushing in, and Dean

...oh no Dean

HE SOUNDS SO SAD

protect you, protect ALL of you WHARIPDH WHAT THE FUCK

he avoided the confrontation because he knew he would get a No

shit

lighting also MAKES IT SO MUCH WORSE

to be fair, you ALL SUCK AT COMMUNICATING

"why keep a secret if you knew it was wrong" oh my god

"it sounds so simple when you say it like that"

"Where were you when I needed to hear it" "I was there, where were you"

DEAN WANTED TO HELP

Shit and now they're coming

AND HIS FIRST THOUGHT WAS STILL RUN

his voice cracked too because of the voice

THE LOOK BACK

oh my god

whoops it's crowley

he's still protecting them

"I know what I am" oh MY GOD CAS NOOO

"what exactly are you willing to do" foads'

all the sigils holy shit

HE GOT IN

OH NO THE ANGEL PROOFING IS WRONG

DEAN TAUGHT HIM FREEDOM AND FREE WILL

NO YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING

VISUALS

"you and bobby are family"

NOOO BROTHERZONED

granted that's because that's the only thing that's stuck around

"I'm an angel" again

STOP THE ULTIMATUMS OH MY GOD

He's talking to god?

I feel like he's talking to us

"give me a sign"

and nothing

1. I...think I could track how many times he said I'm an angel, and what that meant, and the context. The way he used it to justify, that self-righteousness is still there, but he still..he wants to help

road to hell I guess

2. that superman line was not only genuinely good the first time, but the INSTANT I heard it again, I knew it was going to get flagged. AND THE LITTLE SCENE WHERE THEY'RE ALL SMILING NO

3. That little Sastiel interaction. I wish there was more of them. There's...I feel like there's so much there

4. Dean's refusal to believe cas was bad, the loyalty, the pleading. I think the ultimatums are the only thing Dean's dad ever did, and it's the only thing he's got. He desperately wants Cas to be with him(yes that too), and he can't express it.

5. Cas on the other hand, runs. He's got the flight instinct(Like SAM!!) and he tries to not get into uncomfortable situations, thinking it's best for everyone involved if he's not there. But he's also incredibly protective, but the boys don't see it, they get the betrayal. And Cas can't interpret Dean's loyalty as what it is because DEAN IS THE ONLY FRAME OF REFERENCE CASTIEL HAS

6. Like honestly speaking of, he's in WAY over his head. He BARELY got a shot at this free will thing, and then he started a civil war. He's going off of "I'm an angel"(heh) and "Free will good" and that's ALL he has!! oh my GOD!! get him a HUG!!

7. Honestly, this whole thing felt like "I wasn't given many places to put Cas's plot in there, so here, get all of it

8. Also the fact that he was kinda talking to the audience?? like that feels important, especially with the meta plot.

9. And even that! Cas constantly trying to justify it to himself oh my god

10. I THOGUHT Y'aL LWER KIDING

I THOUGHT IT WAS AN EXAGERRATION

OH MY GOD

11. Also the visuals were nice I guess. Like. I liked the lore and visuals they used, they were really cool

12. What the fuck.

I genuinely thought season 5 was the peak. And now this. Now this. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK IT'S GONNA KEEP COMING

#pawswatchesspn #6x20 the man who would be king #my coherency sharply deteriorated by the 18 min mark #when I had already felt so many emotions and hadn't even gotten halfway yet #what the fuck #I can't believe this episode anyway 3021910/10 it made me feel every single emotion under the sun

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harryandhishook · 7 years

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So this is snow? - Imagine the sea three seeing snow for the first time

Pairing: None

Setting: Auradon

Warning: None really

Summary: The sea Three seeing snow for the first time

Words: 1828

Requested: No, this was a quick fanfic to post while main ones are in works

Side note: It took me about 3 hours, to write this, check it over and change anything, get it proof read by someone and upload it, all while walking back and forth from University

There is no such things as weather on the isle, no sun, no rain, no snow, nothing, just darkness, gloomy clouds and a slight chill in the wind that can cause a shiver to course through your spine suddenly, so moving to Auradon was quite an experience for any of the VKs.

Ben had finally started changing lives for the children of the Isle, helping them start fresh and give them a life they would have never thought possible. Eventually, with a bit of persuasion and pleas from Ben, the rotten four and everyone with common sense, caved into Bens decision to bring Uma and her crew into Auradon.

When Uma had received the letter from the King, informing her that the crew and her ship were to be taken over by order of Ben, she jumped at the chance, hoping that what happened at the cotillion was long forgotten, all she wanted now was a new life for her family.

When the limos arrived to pick them up, they had sent two so they could transport them all in one journey. The crew, out of respect for the Captain, allowed Uma, Harry and Gil to take the first limo, while everyone else piled in the other. For Uma, Harry and Gil, it was a relaxing, calming trip, they got to stuff their face with new and strange foods they had never tried before and also chat about what they would do when they arrived.

On the other hand, for the crew, it was hectic, they were already fighting since the limo wasn’t as big as they thought, the candy was everywhere as Jonas and Bonnie tried to fight over who would get what and they were already stuffing things into their pockets to keep.

Once they had arrived, the crew, obviously excited, tumbled out of the limo, pushing and shoving each other to got to the front of the pack, so they could try and look like they were better than everyone else, luckily, that all changed when Gil and Harry stepped out of the limo, once they were out, they crew shut up, once Harry had held his hand out for Uma and she was out, the crew backed up to allow their Captain to stand in front. That was the one thing that would never change, the crews’ loyalty for their captain.

It took a lot for the crew to get used to Auradon life, after a while of Uma and Harry pushing them to do things they were interested in, they finally made friends, joined some sort of club or school activities and started to feel like they actually belonged somewhere. A few of the crew took up dance and acting and have become the top of their class while other took up more athletic things, like fencing, tourney, etc.

However, Harry, Uma and Gil, stayed together, of course they started doing what they wanted but no matter what, they stuck together like the three always were. Harry tried out for Tourney and got in almost as soon as he set foot on the field, he also tried out for dance, even if he would never admit it to Uma or Gil. Gil decided to take a different route, unlike his father and brothers, he wanted to eat a healthy meal that didn’t contain eggs, so he took up cooking and everyone will admit, his cooking tastes like a forbidden fruit that had just plucked from the heavens themselves. Uma, however, was a tough girl, she didn’t want to become part of some strange groups of giggling girls but she did enjoy her music class more than most at that school, once she starts singing, the entire class stops just to listen to that voice of hers. Even though the Captain and her loyal friends were associated with different things, every break, every lunch, every night, they were always seen together even if it were with a group of tourney boys, cooking specialists or spectators listening to Uma magical voice.

The first time they all saw snow, they were all in the collective clubs and activities, first, there was Harry who was out on the field practicing for a big game that would win them the biggest trophy of the year. It started out like any day in winter, the wind outside blew the chilly winter air across the boys skin, making them all wrap up before they even thought about playing. They hadn’t even gotten 5 minutes into the game when everyone gave confused looks to Harry who was staring at the sky, it was Jay who finally decided to break the stares of confusion and speak to the distracted pirate,

“Harry? Harry, you alright?” he asked, quite concerned for the boy, he had never been distracted before, it wasn’t until a white flake fluttered in front of his face did he realize why Harry was so mesmerized, it was snowing, the boys started looking up as they watched the snowflakes fall, none of them seeming too bothered, some of them even started to head in since it would be harder to play in snow but Harry stayed put, staring at the sky, Jay watched Harry, wondering if he ever looked like that when he saw snow for the first time,

“It’s so …. Pretty” the pirate said as he raised his hand to catch the flakes that floated softly to the ground, once one hit his palm, he pulled his hand slowly to face and stared at it, watching it melt, smiling softly, “I’ve … never seen snow … has it always been this beautiful?” he asked softly, as he stared at the liquid in his hand, snow falling heavier now, coating his hair in white.

Jay shivered and pulled his the jersey closer to his body, “Harry, we need to go in, it’s getting a lot colder, you’re going to catch a cold if you stay out here” he walked forward towards Harry, grabbing his arm and tugging him towards the school, he was expecting to have to drag the pirate back in but with a reluctant sigh, Harry followed after, “You can watch the snow from your window … and later you can go out and play in it” as soon as Jay spoke, Harry perked up and within a blink of an eye, he was inside, leaving Jay in the bitter cold.

Next, Gil, when the snow started falling, he was in his cooking class, making chocolate chips cookies for Harry and Uma. For once, he was smiling and giggling, something he had almost forgotten how to do, but for now, he had to protect the tray full of cookies from all the girls who were trying to steal a cookie. When the snow started to fall, Gil had his back to the window, but the girl that was currently over his shoulder, she had tried to sneak past him to steal a cookie, spotted the slow falling spec outside the window, making her smile wide,

“GUYS, THERE’S SNOW” she shouted, causing everyone to run to the window, Gils eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he placed her down and walked to the window. He watched as the girls giggled, watching the snow become heavier, not understanding why it was so exciting before he finally got his first look, he opened the window and leaned out, eyes widened impossibly,

“This … this is snow?” he asked as he stared at the white flakes falling down past his face, his smile stretched across his face, as he reached out of the window to grab it, only for it to melt in his hand, making him giggle. Gil pulled his hand back in and looked to the girls, “What do you do with it?” he asked, not really knowing much about the new found discovery. One of the girls piped up, jumping forward,

“Well, when it lays, you can go out and play in it, you can make snow angels, have snowball fights, make snow men, OH and the best part about it all, when it freezes the water, you can go ice skating” she giggled, all the girls ran over to the tables, grabbing their coats and scarves, “Come on, let’s go out” they all squeaked out, throwing Gils coat over to him.

Gil was going to protest but he smirked, pulling his coat on, “Show me what to do” he chuckled as they all ran out of the room.

Lastly, there was Uma, she hadn’t really been bothered all that much, she had been sat in the music room for hours, practicing new songs, she had heard about snow before, she had to learn songs about snow, even including most of the songs about Elsa and Anna for a school production, she wasn’t going to bother with it until Harry and Gil came pounding into the room like a pair of wild animals, screaming about the snow. Uma stood up and sighed,

“Boys, BOYS, one at a time, Harry?” she ordered, walking over to them, noticing they were both bright red and out of breath, she watched as Harry took a deep breath and smiled,

“The snow, you have to come see the snow Uma, everyone’s taking us out to play in it, we can build snowmen and have snowball fights, Uma, please, come with us” he begged rather than asked, his smile dropped when Uma shrugged and turned away from them,

“I dunno, I mean, it’s not that big of a deal really, all this snow, fun doesn’t really sound like something we’d enjoy” she started walking across the room, peering over her shoulder to see Harry putting his hand on Gils shoulders in an apologetic manner, making her smirk as she quickly turned back away from them, she loved messing with them as she picked up her coat an scarf, “But I do have one question…” she turned to them with the biggest, mischievous smirk they had ever seen, “Do you wanna build a snowman?” she giggled, pulling on her coat an scarf, grabbing their hands and pulling them out.

As they ran down the hall, avoiding bumping into people laughing and chasing each other, Uma suddenly stopped just short of the door, causing the boys to almost fall on her. Harry and Gil looked at each other before staring at Uma confused until they finally looked at the door, seeing how the snow had already laid quite nicely.

Uma took their hands as they stepped to the doorway, “On three, we step into it … one …. Two …. Three” and with that, the first footprints were made and it was by the VKs, it didn’t take them long before they were jumping into the snow, throwing it at each other, dropping some down each other’s clothing and generally having the fun they never got to have on the Isle, the first time they saw snow.

#uma descendants #Uma #harry descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #gil descendants #Gil #gil legume #Pirates #Descendants 2 #Snow #Snowing #Auradon #Imagine #Fanfiction #thomas doherty #China Anne McClain #dylan playfair

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nanlicia · 7 years

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39 + tallster (since i havent consumed any of that good tallster content in forever)

39. “I’d know that smirk anywhere.”

sorry this took so long! but uh - you know how like more than a year ago i promised you a tallster woodland wedding?? =)))))))))))) love you ^-^

The decorations are quaint.

The large trees framing the small clearing have branches which hang low, the leaves waving in the slight breeze and some dancing to the floor. The twigs and branches have been brushed to the side, and some have been used to erect an arch in the center.

Mary and Thomas had went around and picked wild flowers, and then carefully arranged them on the floor to outline the center aisle.

Mary had even twisted a few together and placed them behind Thomas’ ear. Then she had plucked some from their stems and carefully pressed them into Caleb’s beard.

He had smiled kindly at her as she had done so, letting her arrange them as she fancied, and then pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek in thanks once she was done.

“What about Tallboy?” He’d asked, laughing.

“Oh don’t you worry,” she’d said, pulling away from him with a smile. “He looks very pretty, too.”

He’d winked at her as she turned away and once her back was turned he’d allowed himself a moment to take some deep breaths and gather himself, shaking his arms out and wishing the nerves would go with it.

“Nothing to be nervous about,” he whispers to himself. “It’s just the first day of the rest of your life.”

When she returns to tug on his arm and let him know they’re ready for him, he lets her lead him to the end of the aisle, with his head bowed.

When she places a gentle hand under his chin he lifts his gaze but is scared to look anywhere but into her eyes. She smiles at him, says “Congratulations, Caleb” and kisses his cheek.

When she moves away from him his gaze falls upon the rest of the clearing, beautiful and simply done up, quiet and careful, with all their friends and family gathered on either side of the aisle, all smiling at him with bright faces.

He takes a deep breath and walks down the center, turning to smile at everyone and ignore the tears sparkling in their eyes. He is not going to let them make him cry.

When he reaches the end he greets Ben’s father with a firm handshake, before he’s pulled into a tight hug. “Congratulations, son,” Nathaniel says, clapping him on the back.

Caleb swallows the emotion gathering in his throat and nods, pulling back and smiling tightly at the Reverend. He takes a deep breath and together they turn to look down to the end of the aisle

What Caleb sees takes his breath away.

Benjamin Tallmadge, the love of his life, in a proper fitting tan waistcoat under a cream colored coat with matching breeches, standing tall and smiling at him across the aisle. His hair is down, and as it flutters in the breeze Caleb can see that there are flowers in his hair too.

They had discussed whether he should wear his uniform, and after a while Ben had turned to Caleb and said “I’d like for one evening, the most important evening of our lives, to leave the war out of it”, and Caleb had hauled him in by the back of the neck and placed their foreheads against each other and stayed there for a long time. “Sounds good to me”, he’d said.

Standing here now, watching Ben walk towards him and seeing how at ease he is, seeing how happy he is and free, Caleb can’t help but forget the war ever existed let alone that it ever touched either of their lives.

Nothing but pure happiness and elation grace his heart now.

When he finally reaches the end of the aisle Ben first hugs his father, then as they pull away from each other Caleb reaches out and takes Ben’s hands in his, letting Ben find his spot across from him so everyone can watch them as Reverend Nathaniel Tallmadge takes his place under the arch and begins his sermon.

Caleb lets the words flow over him but he doesn’t soak them in. He’s too busy staring into Ben’s eyes, getting lost in the blue and bathing in the brightness of the other man’s smile.

He tunes back in when the Reverend touches a hand to his shoulder and asks if he has the rings.

He turns to the crowd and Abe comes forward, pulling the rings from his breast pocket and placing one in each of their upturned palms.

As he steps back Caleb turns back to Ben and smiles, then turns to Nathaniel and asks if he can recite his vows now. The reverend inclines his head and Caleb takes a deep breath as he reaches over to take Ben’s left hand in his.

“Well Tallboy, Benny, Benjamin.” He revels in the murmured laugh from the crowd, and the slight shake of the head from Ben. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath, growing serious again. “We made it, didn’t we? To this beautiful evening in this beautiful wood with our beautiful love? The one that’s saved my life more times than I can count, kept me warm on nights I’d thought I’d freeze, and pushed me through on days I thought I’d lose everything.

“Your love has been the only thing keeping me going, has been the only thing I ever wanted, for as long as I can remember, and every single day I remember it’s mine and it’s real I swear to god you save me again.” Ben’s eyes are shimmering with unshed tears and Caleb has to glance away for a moment or he’ll lose his nerve to speak.

“I’ve never known anyone as passionate or stubborn as you, nor anyone as dammed annoying.” The crowd laughs and Ben’s hand squeezes his and Caleb takes a deep breath. “And I’ll never know anyone as brave as you, as strong or as dedicated. I’m not ever gonna look for anyone as goodhearted or as noble, because I know they don’t exist. Never gonna find anyone as protective or as caring, or as beautiful as you are. I know they ain’t real and I know there’s no use looking because I’ve got you don’t I? And you’re all I’ve ever needed.

“With this ring,” he says, turning Ben’s hand and slipping the ring onto his finger. “I promise to be true to you, to honor you, and do right by you. I promise to be worthy of the love bestowed upon me by such a man as you, and I promise to care for you until the day this wretched world steals us from each other.”

The ring shines in the scattered sunlight breaking through the branches and Ben takes Caleb’s hand and turns it over now. He looks up into Ben’s eyes and takes two deep breaths because the other man’s beauty never ceases to amaze him.

“Caleb Brewster,” Ben says, and his hair is blowing in the breeze and some of the flowers from it have dropped to his shoulders and he is an angel sent from heaven to bless Caleb’s life in ways he does not deserve.

“I have loved you since I was a boy,” Ben says. “Swimming in creeks and running around town and bullying our best friend Abe.” The crowd laughs and Caleb can picture the pout on Woody’s face.

“I have loved you since you taught me to shoot, and since you teased me for enjoying books, and since you forced me to dance in front of the entire town at the harvest festival when I was 16, laughing and smiling and winking at me with all the joy in the world gracing your handsome face. I have loved you since you ran away from me on a whaling boat and since you surprised me at Yale and since you followed me into a war you weren’t even sure you believed in.

“I have loved your loyalty, your kindness, your spirit. The overwhelming excitement which you meet every new challenge with and the unmatched resourcefulness that gets you out the other side every time.

“I love the way you believe in Today, the way you fight for Tomorrow, and the way you promise me both in every kiss you press to my lips. You’re right Caleb, our love has saved our lives more times than I can count either, and I am ever thankful for that - ever grateful for your presence in my life, and with this ring I promise to live every day cherishing the gift we have been given in each other.”

He carefully slides the ring over Caleb’s finger and Caleb can’t help the tears falling from his eyes but it’s ok because there are some falling from Ben’s too, and he’s beautiful as always, even with red rimmed eyes and a wide smile.

“I promise,” Ben says. “To be an honorable husband, to care for you and call you on your foolishness and not let you get lost in yourself. I promise to ground you, to push you, to inspire in you the same passion you inspire in me. I promise to love you with everything in me, for as long as we both shall live.”

Caleb doesn’t wait for his father-in-law to say it, he just reaches up and pulls Ben in by the back of his neck and kisses him with every ounce of joy and hope and love in his body. The way Ben kisses back, hard and open mouthed and hungry, Caleb knows Ben is as emotional as he is.

When they separate there are flowers all over both of their faces and their friends and family are cheering and Nathaniel is clapping not two feet away from them and Caleb is as happy as he’s ever been in his life. And looking at the breathless smile on Ben’s face, he knows this is how the rest of his life will be too.

Afterward, Anna and Abe pass around plates while Mary and Abigail pull the food from the few picnic baskets they’d brought with them. Everyone eats and trades stories and laughs and smiles. Caleb watches Cicero chase little Thomas around a tree, the bright laughter of the children settling in Caleb’s soul.

He turns his head and finds Ben - his husband - staring at him from across the small gathering of people. He excuses himself from the conversation Seelah and Robert are having and walks around the edge of the group to meet Ben on the other side.

“Calm down there, Tallboy,” he says, snaking his arms around the other man’s waist.

“I didn’t say anything,” Ben says, placing gentle hands on Caleb’s shoulders.

“Mm, no,” Caleb hums, pressing his face into Ben’s neck. “But I’d recognize that smirk anywhere.” He gently traces his teeth over a particular spot on Ben’s neck and feels the vibrations when Ben groans low in his throat.

“Well, shouldn’t this be over now anyway,” he asks, and Caleb delights in how breathy his voice is. “Don’t these things usually devolve into the newlyweds going off to make love somewhere?”

“Maybe, but not usually immediately after the vows, Ben,” Caleb laughs, rubbing his beard along Ben’s throat. “And not in the middle of the woods.”

Ben huffs. “Like that would be particularly new for us.”

Caleb snorts and pulls away. “Maybe not, but still. We have guests, Tallboy. Be polite.”

Ben just smirks as Caleb goes to walk away, letting his hand trail down his arm to link their fingers together.

“We have the rest of our lives, Ben.” Caleb says, swinging their arms lightly.

Ben’s face softens and there’s a gentle curl of his lips now, a brightness in his eyes. Caleb loves how he looks at him, like he’s the best thing to happen to him, like he’s looking at beauty and grace and angelic hymns personified. That’s how Caleb looks at Ben too, and he supposes that makes sense, since they’re in love. Since they’re married and in love.

Caleb wants to unpack every other thing in Ben’s mind when he looks at him, wants to know where every ounce of fondness and adoration are stemming from when his eyes soften like that when they fall upon Caleb. And he supposes he can, it’s completely possible. After all, they have the rest of their lives.

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