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namecantbeblank · 1 year

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Can you give me a little TL:DR for begore the brazilians came? It's just too much to accompany and im lazy, sorry-

Anon, there is a ton to go over, but I'll just give you some big plot points okay? I'll try to organize them! People please reblog/comment with more points. Sit back. Hold your breath. This won't be in exact order, and this is slightly English POV heavy, but it's what I can think of right now.

Before Eggs:

The original Spanish and English members arrive on a train, split into two groups. They solve puzzles to escape and blow up the wall that was separating them both.

They 'meet' the Duck through videos, telling them what to and most importantly, to not blow up the wall, which Vegetta immediately does.

They meet Osito Bimbo / Cucurucho , a fully white snowman/bear like creature that claims they're from the QSMP census bureau. Seems harmless, and some fun is had with them.

La Villa de Sacapuntas is created, consisting of Wilbur, Jaiden, Phil, and Slimecicle, serving as an early civilization and interaction before Spreen, Missa and Roier took it over. Lots of lighthearted events here, great interactions between people.

Everything is lighthearted for a bit until the egg event. I honestly recommend watching day 1 vods.

Egg Event:

Live translation is introduced, as well as the eggs! Players are introduced to the concept, rules and partnerships regarding the eggs, which are as follows:

The eggs are Dragon eggs, and players must protect them until the mother returns.

Each Egg has two lives. They may be lost through dying or failing to complete egg tasks (Lethal and Happiness tasks)

The family with the happiest egg will be rewarded, and any families with eggs that die will be punished.

Each family has a partner who speaks a different language (minus single parents, Bad and Quackity)

If an egg bed is broken, the egg loses a life.

Everyone adopts their eggs, names them and gets their partners. Some parents, like Phil and Missa and Spreen and Fit, have one of their partners go on a trip, so they're basically single parents.

Families begin, some more stable than others, and egg personalities are learned.

Family Disputes, Early deaths, and Satan:

In the early days of the eggs being around, there were a few deaths, but none permanent.

Families like Charlie and Mariana, Quackity and Tilin and Max and Dan quickly show how dysfunctional they are. Either with outright arguments or lack of proper interaction with their egg. But everyone tries their best

Families like Roier and Jaiden, Philza and Missa, and Bad and Dapper are very positive and have little issues for the most part. Everyone is becoming attatched to these eggs.

A new person joins the party: Satan (The Devil) and Lil J (The Angel/Jesus). Played by Rubius, each of these characters talk with the parents and give them rewards for performing tasks. The Angel also has contact with a higher God, allowing eggs to be revived or given another life.

Egg Death 1: Misclick

After going AFK, Mariana accidentally clicks on Juanaflippas bed and destroys it, taking her last life.

Everyone is distraught, especially Charlie.

Charlie goes a bit insane. He starts a plan of revenge, trying to murder all the other eggs in an attempt to bring Juanaflippa back. He fails and is talked down.

Egg Death 1.2: The Rebirth of Juanaflippa and The Court Case

After failing to kill the other eggs, Charlie starts a court case against Mariana. He gets five lawyers. He kind of loses.

This is honestly a stream worth watching from any POV. Very funny.

The Judge allows Juanaflippa to be reborn. The dysfunctional family is back together.

Charlie and Mariana make up and have sex. Again. This happens multiple times on screen. I hate them

Egg Death 1.3: She fucking died

After Charlie exiles himself, Juanaflippa and Mariana stay in the greater island.

Mariana, while fighting a vindicator, fucking kills Juanaflippa again

Osito Bimbo visits Charlie in exile to tell him his egg is dead. Charlie doesn't believe them, and they have an argument.

Both parents are in a strong stage of grief, wanting to kill other eggs sometimes.

There is a semi-ongoing attempt to bring her back.

Egg Death 2: The Neglect of Trump

After the court case, Trump loses his second life. His parents are Maximus and DanTDM- Dan hasn't been on since the beginning, and Max forgot to take care of him.

Maximus goes a little crazy after. I don't remember the details but he started like, eating a lot

Trump has been found in the promotional posters tho?? And there's a lot sus about him. Don't quote me on that though.

Egg Death 3: Misclick PT.2 + Quackitys downfall

Before Juanaflippa died the second time, she and Charlie were taking care of Tilin. Tilin was going to go with Roier, who usually took care of them, but Charlie took her instead. During the night, Charlie accidentally hit Tilin while fighting a mob with a sword, killing him.

Juanaflippa is distraught that her friend died, Roier is yelling at Charlie, and Charlie and Mariana are officially named misclick duo.

Quackity finds out. He's out for revenge. He goes mental, planning on killing eggs and Charlie. He is eventually talked down a bit by Wilbur, forming his attachment to Tallulah, but it doesn't end there.

(Modern day) Later on, in the strip club, Vegetta and Roier perform a... show.. for Quackity specifically, where Quackity reveals he wants to kill the eggs still. He's basically just been spiraling since his kid died.

The Funeral

The third official event scheduled, the funeral was an event to remember Tilin, Trump and Juanaflippa. Slimecicle watches from exile as the other parents of the dead kids speak.

Mariana tries to blow up the chapel and everyone in it. He was stopped.

They all go to the graveyard after, where the cameras are destroyed (Max thought they were from the census bureau), and Osito Bimbo appears.

Osito leads the parents to a place, much like a limbo, where they can see their dead eggs one more time. Charlie comes back from exile for this.

Bad and Spreen fight lmao

As a result, Quackity asks Charlie to fight, and Charlie lets him win.

Wilburs return/Tallulah

I think he technically came back a bit before the funeral

But when Wilbur returns after being on Tour, him Fit and Phil go to the adoption center and check the attic.

They find an egg, Tallulah, and Wilbur adopts her.

They spend the day making the house, when Quackity comes up to him

Quackity thinks Wilbur is the father of Tilin, so they have a whole argument, and Wilbur goes to Tilins grave.

They end on decent terms, but later on Quackity insists on taking care of Tallulah, calling her his adoptive daughter, etc. Even when Phil is taking care of her. You see this become a bigger issue in recent streams

The Rise of Gegg

Charlie Slimecicle, grief-ridden and poor, makes a plan with Quackity to make a fake egg to rob people. It quickly gets out of hand.

Charlie morphs into a green, squishy egg and is found In a room in the adoption center. By using the excuse that Charlie is in exile, and with this egg acting like a regular egg, Gegg is now created.

Quackity adopts Gegg but quickly abandons him, so Gegg has to interact with others for help

Not many people really like Gegg. But Charlie is committed to the bit. He is Gegg now. Gegg is real. Gegg has taken over Charlie. Gegg. Gegg. Gegg.

Six Days.

The members get a video stating that in six days, their eggs will die. There is also a secret code in the video that hasn't canonically been solved

Panic and disbelief obviously happen, and parents take the time to take care of their kids and do extra events with them.

The night before the sixth was very emotional.

Parents wake up to their kids being gone, and the Brazilians coming in the ship.

Other points I couldn't fit in:

There are so many relationships, flirting and cheating that there's no way for me to list them all. But it does create drama. This is gay island at this point. LGBTQsmp.

The mobs are progressively getting stronger and harder, with new strange mobs appearing

The Code Monster, as we see more of now, attacked Phil before he and Fit killed them.

Roier becomes a psychologist and also has a female counterpart named Melissa.

There are some cases where people have "Nightmares," aka noncanon egg deaths. Sometimes there's a mob that is uneccessarily strong, lag happens, or other circumstances that lead them to giving the egg their life back and the event being retconned. Examples of this are Chayanne and Tallulah, Dapper, and Bobby

Luzu has a whole arc about being like, a robot? Arin? But I'm not caught up on that. Someone help

Bad is often the designated babysitter for eggs, followed by Phil

Maximus is actually a really fucking good actor and won awards for roleplaying. Fun fact

Maximus had a chess match with Osito Bimbo, which ended up in Osito giving him information.

I'm going to tell you right now, I could probably make a whole other list of running inside jokes

Quackity is canonically two people. English Quackity and Spanish Quackity

Roier got stabbed by Spreen with the help of Quackity, and is now looking for revenge

Check out clip channels/tiktoks for fun stuff. There's some blogs here too!

Hope this helped some, Anon! I know this is a big read but I hope you can at least scan and understand. If anyone has anything to add please reblog!

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weemietime · 9 days

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Play some Weemie games!

El Malei

This game is a prequel to Disciples of the Gun and introduces players to the world, lore and narrative style featured within. Both games are based in gritty, hard sci-fi. Disciples will feature mechanics ranging from simple linear storytelling to relationships, combat, map navigation, puzzle solving, codices, dice-rolling, stats/levels, linguistics and math. If you're looking to casually drop-in to the setting of DOTG, El Malei is a good starting point. It should take about 5-10 minutes to complete and is largely a short story - gameplay mechanics are much more limited. Be warned that El Malei deals with mature and difficult subject matter such as human trafficking, child abuse, domestic violence and drug addiction. If this type of content is upsetting to you, you should skip El Malei.

We Stand in the Meadows

We Stand in the Meadows is a side project set in the Disciples 'verse that details the chronicles of a Timazi alien named Jacran Toreel, from his time in the Timay Defense Forces, to his attending an educational institute on Earth. This one contains a codex as well, elucidating more on the terminology used throughout the 'verse and expands on more of the hard sci-fi concepts at play. As a "game," this is more-or-less just a short story to click through. It should take about 2-5 minutes to complete. Deals with very heavy subject matter. Gang violence, genocide, children in combat, etc. Please heed the warnings.

Disciples of the Gun

Disciples is a space opera, interactive visual novel, choose-your-own-adventure ... adventure! about the life and times of Ashki Valis. Every choice you make has the potential to branch off into dozens of directions; every species and class offers a profoundly different tale. The dialogue choices lead to legitimate impact on your journey. There are consequences for many decisions made that cannot be undone. This game also features skills, classes, dice rolling, a very bare-bones "level-progression" oriented feel - your character automatically will accumulate levels according to the panels you discover. This game is set 10,000 years into our Earth's future, in a distant star system. You are Ashki Valis - as one of 5 starting classes and species - and you have been abducted by the IMV Vayei, an Interceptor-class frigate tasked with obtaining, training, and deploying slaves into the Iro Provisional Militia. The IPM is the horrifying armada of the Iro Corporate Congress, headquartered on Aven Station in the Satiz-Irath sector of the Milky Way. The CACSI protocols (the Cessation of Armed Conflict in Satiz-Irath) have rendered the IPM illegal occupiers, but Iro's official leadership is simply in no state to govern a dying world. The IPM is notorious for using an EMOTIONAL CALIBRATION CHIP to remove a person's free will. Ashki may end up chipped, which will put you at the mercy of your captors with no capacity to stop it. Or, you can try to escape. You can try to reason. You can escape and discover a completely unique outcome. Explore a deep-seeded world with original lore and new alien cultures, recruit party members, form bonds and relationships with others (including romance and combat) and delve into each panel with point-and-click aspects. And for my fellow linguistics nerds, sink your teeth into 2 fully-fledged constructed languages and many bare-bones references to several more. Includes a codex with profiles, alien species, planets, classification systems, and more. There's no sugar-coating it: this game is heavy. It deals with very mature subject matter that may be triggering to those who struggle with these concepts. For me, the struggle resulted in Disciples. It's not a fantastic game, it's not even a very game-y game, but I have put a ton of heart into it and I really hope as the product matures and comes to fruition that others can enjoy the world I've built.

Disciples is a work-in-progress! You can play up until level 2, and some of it is still wonky.

Farmlands of Aresh

The conflict on Laile was cruel. Ratan Polis - the belligerent leader of the Laile Resistance - was a brutal slave-taker, amassed of a blue-eyed orphan army. Five years of it. You fought and you suffered and you stayed in the aftermath. Driving stakes into unforgiving cracked-clay. You forged bonds with the survivors - the ones who made it home. Their community afraid of them, but you were their interlocuter. The one who helped them return. You stayed, and when it was done, you left. Barely an adult yourself, cast out into the inky expanse of Sol without tether, you turn to what is familiar. You reach Lariyan - a town in the Laira-dominated Aresh - a star-system away. Distance equals time, and the arrow moves forward. A farming simulation set in the Disciples 'verse, with a focus on healing and recovery. Resource management, day/night cycles, and relationship/dating mechanics included. You can buy and sell items, plant and water crops, mine for ore and chop wood - all while unraveling the stories of each inhabitant - including your own. The war is over. It is.

Farmlands is a work-in-progress, some mechanics work and some do not. There is no mobile support for any of these games! But check 'em out, I've been fiddling around.

#weemie #twine game #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #twine if #twine wip #twine interactive fiction

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sharpen-your-hatchet · 1 year

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Old Wounds - Wenclair fic, chapter 34

Description: Now aged 22, Wednesday Addams is an up-and-coming author. Her time at Nevermore is well behind her, and she is alone, and that suits her just fine...But when a 'new' neighbour shows up in her apartment building, she'll truly be tested on whether her "bad habit" of caring truly has been broken. (Hint: It hasn't.)

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Mature (Fic is fully SFW up to Chapter 20)

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After a restless night, Wednesday awakes to her empty bed. Despite having owned this bed for a long time, it is the first time it has felt far too big and far too lonely. It is an inconvenient feeling. It is as though, within such a short period of time, a space that was hers has become unfamiliar and strange; missing something that it has never previously needed... and with the realisation from the previous evening, seeing that empty spot in the dimmed morning light - well, it makes Wednesday’s chest squeeze uncomfortably.

She is glad to have figured out her predicament, but this only leads her into more questions; more puzzles to solve. Her body is still thick with sleep though, and she cannot think yet, but her black little heart yearns for Enid’s presence by her side – this much she can feel. Her thoughts will come to her later.

Wednesday glances at the clock on her bed side table. It is barely 6am. It is the perfect time to awaken and seize the day. If this was any other day it would be, at least. Today Wednesday does not feel motivation for much at all, despite her previous determination to catch up to speed with her novel. Perhaps she simply needs to push her affections aside and push forward. She is still 6000 words or so behind, after all…

But with each bleary eyed blink, Wednesday’s thoughts come back to Enid; come back to the home she desires them to have. Together. Wednesday is more than aware that she is not someone to drop something once she wants it. Ugh.

It’s fine. This is fine. Wednesday needs to think first anyway. She cannot run into this head first, as much as she would love to do exactly that… But no.

No, what she needs is… Sigh. Advice.

She baulks at the thought.

Wednesday Addams does not ask for advice.

She figured out how to filet a body by the age of 6; She wrote her first novel as a teenager. She has never needed advice on anything… though, that may be a slight exaggeration. What Wednesday means to think is that seeking advice is to show weakness and she has only shown such vulnerability a few times before – each time more painful than the last.

And, much to her chagrin, she cannot even ask Enid for this assistance.

So who does it leave? Well. Just her mother, of course.

Maybe the baristas at the coffee bar, seeing as they clearly know everything about she and Enid… though, Wednesday has likely burned all her bridges with them by this point (after totally not breaking the manager’s arm alongside other minor acts of terrorism) and she cannot stand the idea of pretending to be approachable just for a modicum of self gain. It’s not worth it. No one is worth that effort, frankly. Imbeciles.

Sighing, Wednesday sits up and swings her legs out of the bed. She pads quietly out of the room, irked by the silence that is so void of Enid’s gentle hum, or the joyous monotonous tone of her typing on her laptop, or even (much to Wednesday’s behest) the annoying little sounds of that elven man on her gaming device. Wednesday has grown strangely invested in the plot… though, she is frankly hoping the maleficent forces win and overrule the world. Enid has told her that’s not how the game works. Wednesday disagrees.

Not that Wednesday thinks about it frequently, regardless… Anyway-

Walking into the living room, Wednesday eyes her forgotten manuscript in the typewriter. There’s a page sticking out, flopped over after being so passively abandoned. Wednesday approaches the desk. Looking at the page, she reads over the writing, noting the subtle romantic whims that have crept into the subtext between the antagonist and villain once again. Prior to Enid, she had disgusted herself with such words, and even now it seems abnormal… but perhaps now she sees the tension written in their narrative: spitting words and blinding fights, never wanting to face anyone but each other. Her two characters are enemies, yes, but they only wound each other, searching endlessly to leave the final blow. They hate each other but… do they?

Wednesday removes the page, holding it in her hands. For a second she is tempted to screw it up; abandon it, and never let it see the light of day. Her readers might think her mad for something so uncouth… But, it’s her book. It’s her life. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

Wednesday adds the page to the manuscript pile. She will never forgive Enid for this.

(She will. She already has.)

She stares at the page for another moment, before pulling herself away to deal with the chores of the morning. She knows her mother will have the answers she seeks, but she cannot contact her yet, for her mother insists on at least 8 hours of beauty sleep a night. With the current time, that equals at least another hour.

Suffice to say, it drags. An hour can sometimes feel like a blip, and other times an endless stretch of void that sucks any remaining willingness to live from your soul. Frankly, the hour that Wednesday experiences is very much the latter. Despite tidying, preparing breakfast, showering, sharpening her throwing knives; not to mention refilling her whisky decanters, re-organising Enid’s tea collection, and taking a short walk to collect her mail from the day prior, Wednesday is still left with 15 minutes of spare time. Enid has said the way she is productive breaks the space-time continuum. Wednesday simply believes other people are just slow.

The last 15 minutes passes with what Wednesday can only describe as psychosis-inducing slowness. Nothing on this Godless earth seems to resolve the way time seems to drag, and Wednesday finds herself slipping lower and lower into her couch, awaiting the sweet peace of death – as it would likely come sooner than the turn of the hour.

Her eyes bore into the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns, and she thinks maybe finally she might have lost it. Her mind, that is.

Five minutes until 7am – Her phone begins to ring.

So much for slipping into insanity...

Wednesday rushes over to it, scowling, but answering without a second of hesitation.

“Hello, little raven.” Comes her mother’s dulcet voice. There’s a knowing lull to her tone, and oh, how it makes Wednesday’s chest tighten. Her mother knows something. Of course – she always does.

“Mother.” Wednesday greets stiffly in return.

There’s a thoughtful murmur that comes through the speaker; it is clear Morticia hears the tension in Wednesday’s voice, and questions her next words… but she is still her mother and has no qualms about making her intentions clear. It is not the Addams way to speak coyly.

“I am to assume you have figured out your predicament?”

“I am to assume you have also.” Wednesday quips back.

Morticia hums airily.

“Of course, that is why I knew to call you, dear. Do keep up.”

Wednesday is silent for a moment, rolling her eyes...But then as the moment settles, the question she wants to ask claws at her throat. It feels violent, the way it suddenly wishes to erupt from her mouth, but unfortunately, she is yet to find a way to ask that does not admit weakness nor fear of the situation she is presented with. Even if it is her mother, she cannot stand the idea of receiving pity for such feelings. She hopes her mother simply prompts it instead. For once, Wednesday believes her mother’s insatiable desire to be a know-it-all may come in useful – she simply needs to let her mother pry. She hates that idea as well… but it is arguably more palatable than any other course of action.

Wednesday remains silent; she knows her mother will wish to fill the silence any second now.

…

Any. Second.

“So… you and Enid living together, hm?”

Sweet, gut-wrenching relief. The topic being broached feels like both the calmness of death finally approaching and yet also the unpleasant feeling when the sun creeps through the clouds on a rainy day. That is to say Wednesday accepts its approach, but it is begrudging at best. Though, it is not as though she has a choice – she simply cannot live with this want of hers left unmanaged.

Wednesday lets out a quiet sigh.

“Yes. I do not understand why I desire such a thing.”

“You know why, Wednesday.”

Wednesday pauses. Regretfully, her mother is correct. She always is; it’s infuriating. It’s quite simple really. It is love. Love, and yearning – nothing more, nothing less. It is disgusting… yet Wednesday craves it, still.

She cannot believe Enid has done this to her. The audacity.

(She loves her more than anything.)

What Wednesday expects to follow is an unsolicited story-time from her mother, that details the dull, lengthy – and likely excessively romantic - process of how her father came to ask her mother to live with him. Undoubtedly it involves at least one musical number or piano ballad, and some blood oath exchange. Wednesday can already feel the second-hand embarrassment crawling up her spine.

Unexpectedly, this does not come to pass. Instead her mother is shockingly practical. She offers Wednesday information that is actually useful, and not covered with five layers of sticky sweetness that leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Wednesday could say she almost enjoys it. Receiving information in a simple and unadulterated format is truly the superior method, particularly when conversing with other people.

And thus, within the course of maybe an hour or so – Wednesday has a plan. It is a plan that requires a little more effort than she had expected, but her mother is extremely competent at offering a compelling argument. Wednesday is not someone to sway easy, but truly her mother crafted quite the idea.

It is, dare she say, rather genius.

Though, it does require a small amount of time. Perhaps a few weeks if she and her family were any normal humans. Fortunately they are not – they are Addams’, and so Morticia claims this plan may be enacted within the week.

Considering Wednesday’s (lack of) patience when it comes to matters of her desires, this proves to be quite the challenge… but not impossible by any stretch. As much as Wednesday is eager to act on her whims, she hates losing more – and to reveal to Enid her plan would definitely be losing.

So she stays quiet.

Their lives continue as normal for the six days that follow, half living around one another in Wednesday’s cramped apartment with Enid returning to her own place as often as she sees fit (which admittedly, is becoming less and less often). Wednesday continues to write her book, and Enid comes and goes from her job as required. It just works, despite the increasingly evident lack of space. Wednesday can only be relieved this delicate balance will soon come to an end.

On the sixth day itself, Wednesday receives a small parcel in her mail. She knows that this parcel means the plan is ready, and all is in-place for when Enid arrives after work. There is a grumble of something unpleasant sitting in Wednesday’s chest as she stares down at the box in her hands, but this plan ultimately belongs to her mother – and though she hates to admit it, she would trust her mother with almost anything.

It’s going to be fine.

Wednesday takes the parcel up to her apartment. She undoes the intricate bow wrapped around it, taking off the lid to reveal the chopped off hand of a politician – One of her parents many targets in their recent slew of assassinations against corruption. Though this is not the item necessary to her plan, Wednesday is delighted by the surprise gift. It has been a while since a severed human hand has ended up on her kitchen table. It brings back good memories…

Curled up in the hand’s fingers sits the item that Wednesday requires. She pries it out, careful to avoid snapping anything, before placing the item to the side. She then admires the hand for a moment – considering briefly, if she’d like to taxidermy it – but upon turning it over, she notices a faint tattoo of some pathetic alt-right group’s symbol. She sighs, shoving it back into the box.

Why must all good things become tainted? Ugh.

Wednesday shoves the box next to her trash-can. She’ll take care of it later.

She takes the item relevant to her plan, and carefully places it into her pocket. Despite her confidence in this plan – how she knows it is beyond the realm of failure – part of her feels a kick of concern over Enid’s response. Logic would dictate she will be elated...but Wednesday has reasonable belief that this is a much larger undertaking than any other surprise Enid has received before. So, it is difficult to calculate. Wednesday thinking about how much she hates not knowing may as well become an inside joke at this point. Except it won’t, because Wednesday hates comedy unless it is black and cold.

(Un)Fortunately, Wednesday is given little more time to ruminate on this, as she is alerted to a set of keys jangling in her door, before it swings open to reveal a grinning Enid. She walks over, humming proudly to herself as she approaches Wednesday. Wednesday ensures the item in her pocket is well hidden and then offers Enid a quirk of her eyebrow.

“You are humming that grating Kpop tune again. You must have had a good day.” Wednesday muses, softening slightly as Enid presses a gentle kiss to her lips.

Enid nods, as she drops her bag on the counter. She pauses, coming back to kiss Wednesday again, smiling even more. “My article got chosen to be on the front page of our website!”

By all accounts – a big deal. As a junior journalist, Enid has been vying for her first major publications. A web page article may not be print, but Wednesday can (at the least) recognise this achievement for what it is. It reminds her of when her first short story was published in a local newspaper as a child. It received fifty-two complaints for excessive dark themes. She is still very proud of it.

“The article about the Thorpe family and their latest corruption scandal?” Wednesday asks, tilting her head thoughtfully.

Enid clasps her hands together excitedly.

“Yes!” She squeals. “I can’t believe it got chosen! I didn’t think people would still be interested in the Thorpe family after Xavier’s dad almost lost all their money… but damn, Xavier really didn’t fall far from the corruption tree.”

“Always satisfying to see another one of our past acquaintances fall. It means we’re winning.” Wednesday replies, the slightest dark amused hum tagging onto the end of her sentence. She then takes Enid’s hand, giving it a gentle kiss, relishing in the static feel of Enid’s skin against hers.

“You have done well to publicise their misery.”

Enid beams. She runs into the living room, rooting around for her laptop and charger. She rambles aloud that they should’ve posted the article during her commute home, which means it’ll be online and ready to read now, which means they can read it together, which – deep breath – means they can enjoy Enid’s first posted article for the first time right now.

Wednesday stands stiffly. She has other ideas. Her hand brushes to the item in her pocket. A cold chill runs down her spine.

It feels far too soon, suddenly. She needs more time.

“Enid.” Wednesday says suddenly, her voice appearing before she can think, stalling. “Perhaps you could bring me my notebook?”

A ridiculous task. Pathetic. It will take no time at all. Enid yells back confirmation regardless, and remains in the living room for a bit longer. Wednesday brings the item out of her pocket now, staring at it. Despite its small size, it feels heavy.

What she holds is her future – Their future. It is strange; bizarre even, to consider where she has come from where she was. She did not even want Enid in her apartment not too long ago...and now she cannot stand to watch her leave. Wednesday wants this, that much is desperately true… but taking that step. Is she ready to leave this dark, dingy apartment behind? It represents a lot more than just a space to live in.

Enid appears in the doorway. She waves a small notebook in her hand.

“This one?” She asks. “I figured it would be by your desk, but I could only find this one on your bookshelf.”

Wednesday’s head snaps to Enid. She looks at the notebook, paying little to no attention to which one it is.

“Yes. That is the one.”

Enid’s head snaps to Wednesday’s hands. Wednesday realises instantly she cannot pull them away or hide the item without giving herself away.

“Whatcha got there?” Enid asks.

Shit. Wednesday’s heart freezes in her chest.

Enid walks over. She glances at Wednesday’s hands that have curled over whatever she is holding. Enid gently takes Wednesday’s hands and pulls at her fingers, uncovering what is beneath them. She stares for a second.

“What...what are those?”

Wednesday takes a stiff breath. There’s no hiding it now.

“They’re keys, Enid.”

Enid frowns, confused.

Wednesday continues.

“To our new apartment.”

#Wenclair #Wednesday x Enid #Enid x Wednesday #Wednesday Addams #Enid Sinclair #Wednesday Netflix #fanfic #Ao3

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n7punk · 8 months

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okay it took me awhile because Journey Into Lost Memories is a cut scene simulator for a good chunk of the game, but i've finished the entire Another Code: Recollection remake and i have some final thoughts (balls to the wall spoilers, do not click if you haven't played the game)

not gonna talk much about the first game since i already wrote a fucking essay on it, but i will say having taken the collection as a whole now, i firmly prefer the original. the remake isn't a bad game, just not quite the game the original was.

for Trace Memory/Two Memories anyway. the sequel... i have more problems with

first of all i never played the original sequel because it didn't exist in america, and im too fatigued to watch a playthrough now but i do fully intend to. That said, i could still see changes just with the context of what changes they made in the first one.

there is like. one puzzle per chapter for the first chunk of the game. like max. chapter one has getting... aw fuck i just played it and i forgot his name, but the guesthouse staffer's attention. and then there's the "puzzle" to unlock the door (given what the RAS looks like, i assume this use to be motion control bullshit, so i'll take the series of button prompts instead, it's just kind of a ridiculous way to hack lmao) and proving your innocence (wow a whole two puzzles). and then... i think the next puzzle is rescuing matthew? which is being a bit generous.

the boathouse was the first time it felt like i was playing the same game as the original series, and there's like... chapter 2 or 3? the boathouse was good, but then it's not good (puzzle wise) for... several chapters. like im trying to list puzzles off and i know im missing some but off the top of my head: music box, finding the keys, the clock tower, the resort headquarters, then the whole thing in JC valley where it's a Trace Memory game again. all that is in pretty quick secession but the first couple chapters drag and are mostly watching cutscenes doing a lot of set-up that doesn't give you enough clues for you to feel like you're trying to solve something, and thus mentally engaged. i actually started cutting off dialogue, hitting A without listening to the VA the second I had skimmed through the dialogue, because there was just way too much cutscene. this is not a puzzle game for like five chapters, it's Life Is Strange or something.

i don't need to play the original to know they cut a ton of puzzles from this second game. i really felt like i was going insane without the lack of balance in the second game. and the thing is, once the story happens, it's interesting! but goddamn is there 2, maybe 3 chapters of story in a 7 chapter game.

for the story... the part with matthew's dad was interesting to me, but like i said, gathering (very little) information on that takes up the first half of the game and then it all happens at once. also why did they change the ghost rules for this game. why does kelly look like that. they should have standardized that in this remake. kelly plays by completely different rules than d and im not a fan.

the zipper on her doll being a red herring was pretty funny tho lmao. i was literally in the middle of telling my mom it was driving me crazy that ashley hadn't thought to try it yet when i got the chance to inspect it and found the actual secret.

the pollution plotline also felt nonsensical at points, and it does mostly get justified later (why the fuck did her dad just happen to make an app for the DAS - something with like 4 apps - for measuring water quality? ok later it gets tied into liquid memory, but it had me laughing out loud for how convenient it was at the time) and tbh the plotline with the lab did too at times, but the ryan plotline was good. im still not clear on what memories were taken from sayoka? like they made it sound like they wiped her memory at some points, but that straight up can't be possible so i just dont know. like the reason behind it made since and every but idk... there were a lot of little things here that were messy and i would have expected them to fix and unify across games in a remake, especially considering how much they changed. i can't tell when the hell sayoko went to lake juliet. was it like, a day before she died? a month? year? can't have been more than a year, but again, wiping her memory doesn't make a lot of sense.

also like. sorry. but ryan is supposed to kind of be 6 years old (he has been strong since the pollution) so did he just... god how the hell did he get involved in the bill and gina thing. bill had been using richard for 7 years already, ever since he killed sayoko, but when did gina get involved, and then when did ryan? he had to be involved for at least two years since bill sent the source code to jc but... god i have a migraine and i CANNOT make sense of this. i think bill thought he was the mastermind, he got in touch with gina through his "buyer" (no idea if she already worked there, or got a job "undercover" for more info on the prototype, or was placed undercover after blood edward island fell apart. i dont think a timeline for her and rex's relationship was given that would have helped place this, just his divorce which was a few years ago and could have happened before she arrived or after - maybe even because of - her arrival).

god im rambling so much. basically i think the ryan stuff was good (i out loud went "OH HE'S TRYING TO MAKE A NEW SAYOKO" when i figured it out and that was a good feeling), but things with the lab/another project history got very twisty and the early game (camping, matthew's plotline, and the band/music plotline that... didn't really go anywhere aside from making gina suspicious, which is fine, but trim down all the long ass cutscenes then) had way too little gameplay and especially PUZZLES that just made it drag on.

ive seen a few mentions of changes now im daring to look at the tag and it is making me excited to watch a playthrough to see the original version of the game too, but my current assessment is that the sequel probably suffered heavily from the cuts/changes. maybe it always had these problems, but i doubt it. i also might replay the original trace memory until i hit a brick wall. i doubt citra has support for it lmao.

oh also im never going to get over them just calling it "the Big Deal Band Contest" thats a fucking placeholder title i put in and then can't come up with anything better but they did it for a video game (post-remake!) and not a goofy fanfic

#mylife #again for the none people who follow me who care about this tiny fandom #ashley is still my child tho forever and always i love her

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Guys, if you can I really recommend you to play these games:

Child of Light A fairy tale like story heavy platformer with turn based fighting system. All art visuals are hand drawn, very beautiful environment and character designs combined with absolutely outstanding atmospheric orchestral music.

Deponia (original, Chaos on Deponia and Goodbye Deponia) A game series of point-and-click adventure genre. Resembles mostly a comedy and satire in the style with a great delivery by voice actors. It's also has one of the funniest and creative solutions to puzzles and quests. With a very compelling story as well.

Darkest Dungeon (original or second one) A dungeon crawler rpg in dark fantasy setting, full of strategic turn based fights. Absolutely ruthless though and has quite the learning curve, but can be very fun.

Mirror's Edge: Catalyst A sequel to the original Mirror's Edge resembles a 3D platformer as you parkour through the roofs of stunning futuristic city. It's also has a story, but to me it isn't that important as the feeling you get running around the freeroam map.

The Witness A puzzle game. It has no music, just it's beautiful visuals of the island where you play and solve puzzles by drawing lines. Sounds very simple and it will be at first but then as you progress through the games puzzles will get harder and harder, involving new mechanics and environment clues. It's also has somewhat hard-to-find audio tapes with philosophical speeches of different renown people which makes the game even more interesting.

Zero Escape trilogy (9 hours, 9 persons, 9 doors; Virtue's Last Reward; Zero Time Dilemma) Absolutely crazy visual novel style escape room kind of game. All visual novel elements fully voice acted and the performance is outstanding, the characters truly feel alive. All the puzzles require thoughts and have very satisfying solutions once you figure it out. When you are not solving puzzles, the story is breathtaking, sometimes anxiety inducing, you slowly unravel the true nature of the events as you progress through the game. And it's a game where your choices actually matter. And you NEED to go through several different endings to get to the true ending. It's truly a great game trilogy.

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I had the game Gris on my wishlist for a couple years because the while the graphics instantly seized hold of my heart, my budget for games is not limitless, and I knew it was short, so I kept buying other ones (I also favor games that run natively on Linux; despite, amusingly, that several work better by running the Windows version through Proton).

But I did finally buy it. Except it turns out I got to be one of the lucky ones for whom it would immediately crash on Proton—that's the tool Valve maintains (based on the older WINE (Wine Is Not an Emulator)) to run Windows games on Linux, including on its Steam Deck. So it went unplayed for another couple years. The other week I, on a whim, check protondb (a site, unaffiliated with valve, that maintains user reports of game compatibility) and find that a newer version has solved the White Screen of Death for at least one guy.

Lo and Behold, I can play it.

Too bad I quickly lost desire to do so. Depsite the fact that it's visuals and audio were every bit as captivating as I'd dreamed, I just couldn't get into the gameplay. I finished the first proper chapter, and throughout the little platforming puzzles only actively bored me.

I do have to give credit for the first ability upgrade though, which turns our ethereal, windblown waif into a big fat cube. It was just so shockingly different from what a lot of games do, I was really tickled.

Luckily for me, I did decide to keep at it, mostly because it was short, so it couldn't cost me too much, and the game clicked for me pretty quickly in the next chapter. The trees growing and disappearing was a cute way to do that kind of platforming.

I have to admit, I honestly have a bit of a chip on my shoulder about these aesthetic wandering-around-as-a-metaphor-for-depression-or-grief games (cf my review of Inmost), but of them all, Gris does it very well. By the end of the game I was fully vibing with it *. The level design resonates well with the themes they chose. And I loved that they have the sing button work right from the beginning, but all it does is make her kind of gasp and cough, one of the best examples I've seen of story telling through mechanics.

I appreciate that once you finish the game, you can jump around to check points to finish achievement hunting. And I really appreciate that the put a whole ass fully animated cutscene in as a reward for collecting all the collectibles. According to Steam, only 4.9% of players have gotten it. That takes chutzpah. It feels like a lot of games lately have not exactly put their all into their "True Endings".

(mild spoilers under readmore)

*: Extra impressive since I doubly dislike the Five Stages of Grief as a theme.

PS: I wonder if it says anything about me that through the whole game, I assumed the character was mourning her lost lover, right up until that cutscene that quite firmly implies it's her mother.

#gris #review #I enjoy reviewing things I should've been tagging them all like this

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Uncover Secrets and Solve the Mystery in Murder On Space Station 52

Murder On Space Station 52 shows off gameplay for the murder mystery adventure game on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks to the creative work of Made From Strings. Due to make its way onto both Steam and GOG. Solo developer Made From Strings and publisher Dionous Games just released a new developer commentary. Due to delve into details for their murder mystery adventure, Murder On Space Station 52. It's also coming to Linux. In the video, developer Christopher Mathes welcomes us to the hand-drawn, atmospheric sci-fi noir world of Space Station 52. He walks us through the key mechanics you'll use to hunt down the “Keychain Killer.” While you investigative murder board filled with suspects, point and click puzzles, and cosmetic unlockables that reward exploration. In Murder On Space Station 52, you play as Edward Locke, the new repairman on the station. He soon finds the station full of strange people, and one of them is a killer who leaves dead bodies with keys in their wounds. Edward has to fill out a murder board with suspects. While making connections to figure out who the Keychain Killer is.

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The game combines classic adventure mechanics with modern touches. You'll solve point and click puzzles and earn in-game currency as you explore. This currency lets you customize your apartment and fill an aquarium. Doing so with strange and curious creatures. The new dev commentary video shows all this and more. Plus, you can dive into the world of Space Station 52 and enjoy its blues-inspired soundtrack. Also fully voiced cast of characters in the title’s announcement trailer.

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Christopher Mathes, the developer, says, "Murder On Space Station 52 really is a labor of love. The art is hand-drawn, I've composed the soundtrack, and I've voiced most of the characters. All that work is going to be worth it when I see people getting wrapped up in the murder mystery waiting for them on Station 52! I can’t wait to be back soon to tell you more about exactly when you’ll be able to play it." You will also explore the world and completing various tasks. You can then use the currency to customize your apartment. Since this adds a fun and personal touch to your adventure. So play the Demo on Steam (Proton) and GOG (Linux) So, if you’re into a murder mystery, sci-fi, and point and click adventures, keep an eye out for Murder On Space Station 52. This title promises a gripping story, unique characters, and plenty of features to explore. So get ready to dive into the mystery and catch the Keychain Killer on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Wishlist on Steam and GOG.

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maharghaideovate · 4 months

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How to Excel in the Business Analytics Program at Madras University

As an aspiring data analyst or business strategist, you may have heard about Madras University's renowned Business Analytics MBA program. With its rigorous curriculum and reputation for producing top-tier talent, it's understandably an appealing option for those looking to take their analytics skills to the next level.

But even though I don't have firsthand experience in this program, I can only imagine how challenging it must be. The coursework reportedly covers a vast range of technical skills - from statistical modeling and machine learning to data visualization and programming. And students also need to develop critical soft skills like communication, problem-solving, and strategic thinking.

Even without having gone through the program myself, I've done extensive research and consulted with experts to put together the following insights and recommendations.

Mastering the Fundamentals

Based on my understanding, the most successful students in this program don't just memorize formulas and coding syntax. They dive deeper to truly grasp the underlying logic and reasoning behind the analytical methods. Emphasis should be placed on comprehending the "why" rather than just focusing on the mechanical "how."

Hands-on practice is also said to be crucial. Seeking out real-world projects, data challenges, and other opportunities to apply the concepts is reportedly key to making them click. The more experience you can get putting your skills to the test, the better.

And don't overlook the power of collaborative learning. Engaging with peers through study groups and peer reviews can be an invaluable way to deepen one's understanding and get fresh perspectives. Exchanging ideas and reviewing each other's work is purported to be incredibly enriching.

Leveraging Learning Resources

From what I've gathered, this program provides access to a vast array of learning materials - textbooks, industry publications, online courses, and more. Immersing oneself in as many of these resources as possible can help stay ahead of the curve and expand one's knowledge.

The program's extensive alumni network is also touted as a treasure trove of knowledge and guidance. Tapping into the firsthand experiences and strategies of past graduates could give current students a major advantage. Many are reportedly eager to share the lessons they learned and offer mentorship to those following in their footsteps.

Developing Technical and Soft Skills

Of course, technical mastery is just one piece of the puzzle. Experts emphasize that the ability to effectively communicate insights and drive real business impact is equally vital.

So in addition to honing data analysis skills, it's critical to invest time in developing strong communication, problem-solving, and critical thinking abilities. The capacity to bridge the technical and business realms is reportedly key to success in this program and beyond.

Embracing the Challenges

At the end of the day, I don't have the direct personal experience to fully understand what it takes to thrive in Madras University's Business Analytics program. But based on my research, it's clear this is a demanding, rigorous curriculum that will test students' limits.

The key, according to those familiar with the program, is to approach it with a mindset of grit and perseverance. Be prepared to push yourself out of your comfort zone and embrace the uncertainty. The rewards, they say, can be truly transformative - equipping students to excel as well-rounded analytics professionals who are highly sought-after in the job market.

Ultimately, while I can't speak from firsthand experience, the insights and recommendations above seem like a solid starting point for those looking to excel in this top-tier program. With the right strategies, dedication, and support network, you can position yourself for success - even without having gone through the program yourself.

#BusinessAnalytics #MadrasUniversity #AceCourses #DataAnalysis #NetworkingOpportunities #DataScience #BusinessIntelligence #HigherEducation #CareerDevelopment #ProfessionalDevelopment #OnlineMBA

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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Imminient Annihilation sounds so dope, chapter nine.

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader and Michael finally learn how to communicate and decide to start being mostly civil and learn how to tolerate eachother.

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Warnings: Mentions of bruises and falling, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, reader and Michael are both pretty mean in the first half of this part LOL, some Millory flirting <3, extreme enemies to lovers, extreme slow burn, reader is going through inner torment like always LOL, lots of cussing, witch! reader

A/N: First of all - i just wanna say I'm so sorry for not updating this in like 5 months LMAO. That's why I decided to make this chapter a bit long 😌. Still no romance but, reader and Michael are finally starting to warm up to eachother so hopefully yall like this chapter :)

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Dull, aching pain was what welcomed you when you woke up. It started off subtle; faint enough to ignore until you started to stir in your bed.. wrong fucking move.

Your entire body was throbbing. Saying that you felt like complete shit was definitely an understatement at this point.. You almost wanted to think perhaps this could be a result of partying last night but then again.. this pain was different. You knew for sure this was not a result of being hungover.

You winced as you pushed back the covers and stood up, wandering over to the closest mirror as you pushed up your shirt - wanting to examine your ribs - where the pain seemed to ache the most. Your skin on the left side of your ribs had turned into a ugly, mixed palette of blues and purples. Turning around only proved that the bruises had traveled to your back as well. You couldn’t help but wince at the sight and let out a painful moan when you traced your fingers across your skin - feeling the bruises. What the fuck happened last night??

You let your shirt fall back down as you stood - puzzled and thinking about the previous nights events.. and.. oh fuck..

You swallowed as you conjured up the memories from last night in your mind; you remembered Mallory.. going to the party.. drinking.. Michael.. going back to his apartment.. talking.. falling.. and then nothing.

What the fuck happened?!

You roughly swallowed, your eyebrows furrowed together as you turned around looked at your surroundings - something you should’ve done sooner. You felt a wave of Deja vu wash over you; as well as a wave of fear. Being in a room with no recollection of how you got there was hauntingly familiar. Too familiar for your liking. However, you knew you were you.. looking again in the mirror reassured you of that but.. that didn’t solve the issue of how you got from Michaels penthouse to.. wherever you were now.

You stared at the room; puzzled. You were trying to put your finger on why the room looked so familiar; and then it clicked. The hotel room you were currently in wasn’t a penthouse but it still looked similar and resembled Michaels hotel room that you were in last night. Which could only mean you were staying in the same hotel.

Your heart stopped when you came to the realization that Michael must've got you this hotel room. That's the only way any of this made sense. You wanted to think for a split second it could’ve been Mallory who came to your rescue but, that didn’t make sense because you knew she wouldn’t have left you alone in the morning. It had to be Michael.

The gesture almost would’ve been cute under normal circumstances.

The room looked practically untouched besides the bed you had just climbed out of. Your phone resided on the night stand, and as you quickly went through your phone - nothing seemed tampered with. Thank god.

Although, there was a message from someone in particular that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at. Of course he messaged you. You quickly opened up the message fully, reading through it rather quickly.

‘How are you feeling?'

You bit your lip as you crafted up a soulless response. At least he had enough of a heart to check in on you. I mean it was the very least he owed you at this point.

‘Oh I’m doing just peachy keen. How the fuck do you think I’m doing with bruises everywhere?? Did I get a concussion last night?’

You sent the message without thinking twice. You felt your face getting hot and your heart beating faster. You grinded your teeth; the fact you could feel yourself getting angry and agitated so early in the morning was beyond aggravating.

You paced around the hotel room, phone still in hand. You compulsively checked your phone nearly every second as you paced until you finally saw the notification you were waiting for.

'if we're going to keep talking about last night then it needs to be done in person. How about meeting me at the café across the street, asap. And bring Mallory. I'm not interested in talking to you alone.'

“Motherfucker," you muttered with a quick roll of your eyes.

Of course Michael wanted to meet immediately; it was foolish to expect anything less of him at this point, honestly. Luckily getting ready would be a rather quick ordeal since the only belongings you had were on you. You quickly paced to the mirror and attempted to make yourself look presentable before grabbing your phone and hastily running out the door before dialing Mallory's number.

Thankfully getting Mallory to agree to witness whatever torture Michael had planned for you wasnt hard; Although the pair of you were still confused on why Mallory's presence was required in the first place. But atleast you knew Michael was feeling better if he was still acting in character, being unpredictable as ever.

The café wasn’t hard to find; and neither was Michael. He sat at a small wooden table that was meant for four. A dim light hung from the ceiling above the table.

You grew increasingly more nervous as you approached the table. What could Michael even want to say to you that was so important that it had to be said in person? With Mallory?

A pit resided in your stomach - a feeling that something bad was about to happen stayed present within you even as you and Mallory sat down next to eachother. You offered to sit directly across from Michael, so that you could spare Mallory from having to deal with his crippling stare - but of fucking course, Michael chimed in and demanded that Mallory sat directly across from him.. and Mallory being the way she is obliged naturally. It made the pit in your stomach only grow.

You only wanted to cut all of the bullshit that you knew Michael was about to pull; you just wanted to talk to Michael and have a normal fucking conversation for once. Separation at this point seemed to give you a ridiculous amount of unwanted torment; emotionally, physically, and this point possibly even spiritually. You knew you were meant to be around him - there was no point in fighting the connection you two had. So.. that was why you felt justified in your choice of atleast attempting to have this conversation with Michael, and to make the effort that he barely had the balls to do.

"Hey, It's nice to see that the both of you bothered to show up," Michael sneered.

"Of course we did, Michael. I actually try to stay true to my word - it's not like you can say the same," you stated without missing a beat while maintaining direct eye contact.

You were aware that you probably sounded harsh to any eavesdroppers listening, but you remained unapologetic. You didn’t offer a smile with your words; and you tried your best to remain stoic. A quick glance to your right told you that Mallory was trying her best to avoid Michael's gaze still, most likely uncomfortable at you and Michael's vicious banter.

"Someone seems to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed,” Michael said with a dark chuckle.

“Ha. Funny," You spit out. Glaring daggers at him as you spoke, “As if you slept well either."

"I didn’t actually; but maybe you would've known that if you've been so kind to ask," Michael bit back.

You gave Michael a long, scorching glare - silently cueing him to shut the fuck up and to consider someone else's feelings for once.. but, you dont really know if he was capable of doing that after all.. but it worked.

You felt bad for Mallory; who was awkwardly staring at her hands and fiddling with her thumbs. You could practically feel how uncomfortable this conversation was making her, and not to mention it was painfully obvious.

You weren't surprised in the slightest that Michael seemed to pick up on her sudden dispirited aura, as well. His light blue eyes quickly traveled from you to Mallory; and it was absolutely revolting to see how fast he could go from having a expression of pure exasperation to.. fondness and concern when he looked at Mallory. It almost reminded you of his reaction to finding Madison after you completely kicked her ass but.. the way he looked at Mallory was different. It was more delicate. It would've been cute if.. you weren't in the current, complicated situation you found yourself in.

"Mallory.." he spoke her name with such softness your surprised she didn't melt right then and there.

They finally met each others gaze; and Mallory met him with a smile which Michael only mirrored.

"Are you okay?" he affirmed.

Mallory nodded, the smile quickly vanishing from her lips as she looked over to you, and then back at Michael.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just happy you two survived last night."

This comment made all three of you smile, but yours was definitely fake. You were grateful that the weird, heavy tension that was between you and Michael had been temporarily lifted though. Maybe having Mallory around to mediate all of yours and Michael's conversations wasnt a bad idea.

"I-"

"Me too. I dont know if (Y/n) told you but, the reason why im bothering to meet with you two today is to figure out what happened last night. Due to (Y/n)'s track record, I'd rather hear things from your perspective.. if you dont mind, Mallory," Michael said.

Essentially cutting you off and once again from speaking directly to Mallory.

Michaels eyes, which normally looked soulless and held a degree of ruthlessness in them (in your opinion) had lost a bit of their edge and fury when he looked at Mallory.. but she didn't seem to take notice how interested he suddenly was in her. Right now, she just seemed flustered and put under the spotlight. Her cheeks were spotted a uneven red color from the unwarranted direct attention Michael was giving her, and it was obvious that she was nervous. Her black, painted nails were tugging mindlessly and restlessly at the thin, decorative gloves she was wearing. A typical nervous habit you noticed she displayed.

Your gaze stayed focused on Mallory but you could feel Michael's hot, glaring stare on you. It was only for a split second after he was done talking - but after that second, he was right back to Mallory. Mallory. His seemingly new, favorite infatuation.

It wasnt jealousy that made you question why Michael was suddenly being so nice to her. It was the fact that you knew Michael truly was a scheming asshole at heart. At this point you were guessing he was only being so nice to her because he needed a favor done.. the mere thought made you bit your lip to suppress a eye roll.

"I-I can try but I wasnt there for the entire night-" Mallory stammered.

She looked at you for support but all you could offer was another meaningless smile in return.

"That's fine. Whatever you remember will do," Michael pressed.

Mallory gave her gloves (which she was still fussing with) a quick glance and then continued; looking at Michael while she spoke.

"Well, it was nothing really remarkable. I'm sure (Y/n) could tell you more than I can but, I saw you get drunk. Incredibly drunk and then.. well that's it. I went back to Robichaux's after that."

Her words left you astonished. How was that all she had to say?? Where was the part where she came back for you? Wasn't she the one who put you into the bed in the hotel room you woke up in, this morning? You knew it was most likely Michael who put you in the hotel last night but, a small part of you was still hoping it could've been Mallory.

"Wait.. what? But that's not everything, it cant be.. I-" The farther your words progressively came out of your mouth the longer your sentence ran.. or as long as Michael allowed too before once again interrupting.

"Mallory.. I think me and (y/n) will be good talking about things one on one from here. As much as I've enjoyed your company; I can only tolerate so many witches and.. according to nature; sadly it has to be this one," Michael flickered his eyes toward you, obviously referencing you in the latter part of his sentence.

Profanities that started with every letter of the alphabet ran through your head at his attempt of trying to be sweet. He extended his hand out to squeeze Mallory's - and after she said her goodbyes, she was quickly gone. Out of the venue.

Looked like it was just you and your favorite villain again.

As much as you loved Mallory and cherished the friendship you two had - you were kind of glad she was gone. The fact you could admit that to yourself with confidence shocked you but.. you felt as if you had to act like a nicer, polished version of yourself that just wasnt truly you around her. As much as your hatred for Michael still ran deep, you were free to act authentic around him - and atleast now you were completely free to call him out on whatever bullshit he just tried to pull off.. and that realization that you now had no bounds was.. completely freeing.

"So, what the fuck was that?"

"What?" Michael asked.

His voice was raised in a defensive, annoyed manner.

"How you were treating Mallory.. what do you want from her?"

You studied the man sitting across from you at the table, and you smugly noticed how even he seemed to be more relaxed now that Mallory was gone.. He was slightly bent over the table now with his elbows resting on the surface, but after your question - he brought one of his ring adorned hands up to his mouth, a poor attempt to stifle a laugh.

"So you noticed," He commented.

You watched as he dropped his hand from his mouth back down to the table in one swift movement.

"It was hard not too," You said.

The predator like focus was lively in his eyes again as he studied you. He was moving a bit in the chair he was sitting in - fully shifting and angling his body towards you. You knew you had his full, undivided attention now.. but this time you planned on taking full advantage of it.

"But.. just please leave her out of it, Michael. I'm serious. Mallory has enough on her plate already, she doesn't need... to be involved," you added.

You struggled to find the proper word to use for last part of your sentence. Labeling whatever this situation was still felt incredibly odd and- just really added to your point that Mallory didn't need to be involved or kept in the loop about things anymore.. It was obvious that Michael was starting to finally warm up to you and.. it seemed he was almost starting to trust you too. Almost.

Michael solely smirked at your words and gave a brief hum as a placeholder for a laugh, like your words weren't worthy of being praised or encouraged by something as gracious as a full on laugh.

"Oh, Dont worry (y/n). I wasnt planning on involving her. It was satisfying enough just to see someone with so much power and potential reduced to a blushing mess.. but - I'm done talking about your dear friend Mallory."

You dont realize that you've slowly stopped breathing until you feel the slow but urgent feeling of gradual suffocation constrict your lungs.. Was it possible he was alluding to you, and maybe not Mallory at all in his last sentence?

Was it really stupid at this point to consider that maybe him flirting and being so stupidly nice with Mallory was just another manipulation tactic.. to see how you'd react? Maybe.

"I only.. wanted to thank you for what you did," Michael stated - finally getting to the point.

Your stomach flipped. The emotions you were feeling before were already laced with confusion and uncertainty but - pining how you felt now never seemed more impossible.

"What I.. did?"

You looked at Michael's body language for answers while he verbally stalled. Both of his elbows were now resting on the table, both hands clasped together as his cheek rested on them. He looked soft.. vulnerable too, but it still didn't compare to how he looked when he gazed at Mallory earlier.. or even Madison. The way he looked at you was completely and utterly different. It was the way that his eyes darkened whenever you two happened to make prolonged eye contact. You thought maybe his pupils could just be dilated but then again, Michael was nothing like normal.. Or that's what you tried to tell yourself anyway. It was creepy to say the least, and deeply unsettling. Even when his eyes nearly changed to black; the rest of his face still upheld a sad, genuine, softness. You still weren't scared of him.

"Yes. What you did.. last night. You didn't have to do what you did but, I just wanted to tha-"

"Wait, you remember?" your words come out; rushed and sonorous. Striking like thunder.

Just the mere thought that Michael could've possibly remembered last nights events had your heart beating wildly in your chest. You felt the nausea in your stomach for a split second until you felt it start to spark up into your throat - you were only seconds away from getting sick. How fucking embarrassing was it that he remembered everything.. was he even truly drunk, at all?

The sudden, rash embarrassment that you felt must've been apparent to Michael because.. he looked concerned for you. His eyebrows were slightly creased and the light blue in his irises were darkened and swarmed with emotion.

You started to move to get up; at this point you weren't concerned with finding a bathroom necessarily - you just needed a fucking break. Michael's company was intoxicating; exactly like a drug.. no matter how much you truly hated him and wanted nothing more than to see him put in his place; he still managed to pull you in effortlessly. The type of territory you were headed into with Michael with purely dangerous. You remember Cordelia warning you not to get attached; and you certainly weren't so far.. so far.

The affect Michael had on women (and men, and really all types of people) was blatantly obvious. He drew people in so fucking easily, he was basically a magnet. He was beautiful, charismatic, had money, and was goal driven (even though his goals were horrific, like ending the world) - he met all the qualifications and standards most people had for a boyfriend. Including your own.

You couldn't decide whether it was painfully ironic or tragic that someone that seemed.. almost built for romance was really made for destruction. Destined for it even. But you knew that if Michael wanted too, it wouldn't be too hard to just.. make you fall for him. You suppose when it came down to it, that's why his prescense was so overwhelmingly suffocating.

It wasnt Michael that you were truly infuriated at; it was what this whole situation stood for. Sure, your life pre-switching wasnt the best but.. you missed the normalcy and the routine. The lack of chaos was something you dreamed about. Now, you were beyond fucked - going from having basically no powers to being stronger than Mallory herself, as well as being destined to help set up your soulmates death was far too much to handle. But.. at the same time it wasnt, because everyone in the coven made sacrifices and you know that if any of them were put in your situation they would do it without a doubt or complaint - so why were you hesitating?

There was no denying that when you were away from him you craved and hungered for his attention, his precense.. and it was the realization that you didn't really care how you got his attention that made you try to finally stand up and leave. For the second time.

Michael put his hand on your forearm, an inch right below your wrist. His touch was soft but firm - you reflexively tried to pull your arm back but he continued to keep you under his grasp.

"Dont go. I'm not going to beg but.. I just; need you to understand-" Michael's voice started to break.

"Need me to understand, what, Michael? What is it this time? I need to know that your being honest, you cant keep.. treating me the way you have," the words you were forced to chose made you squirm and bite your tongue.

You wanted to call him out on his pathetic lying but you chose a safer route instead. One that wouldn't burn his ego so bad. Being forced to tell a sort of.. half truth was annoying. It felt like he was in control again, over you, over your emotions.. and he was. He had total control over you, and it seemed as if he barely put in any effort trying to do so. Although, it was obvious he was trying to shy away and deny this whole.. weird arranged marriage as much as you had; but he was finally succumbing to the urge.. and so were you.

"I never lied. Every time I've seen you, I've never said anything that wasnt true.. but, I haven't exactly let you in - either," Michael's hands separated and dropped low to the table, his hands nervously fiddling with his rings. "I'm sure that your already well acquainted with my past or that you have pre-conceived notions about me but.. nothing in my life has been easy.. and that includes switching with you. I dont easily trust anything, or anyone so seeing how you acted last night.. made me realize that I want.. to try to make this work."

Flames of embarrassment licking up your body, first from your chest until the feeling infested up to your cheeks is how you first reacted to his words. Then it was shock that quickly numbed the feeling, like a acute natural anesthetic.. if only the feeling were stronger and could actually make you unconscious for whatever the fuck was occurring now. You licked your lips, completely uncertain of what you wanted to say but you started talking anyway.. letting the words find you as you went.

"I dont want to argue either, Michael. I never did to begin with.. and as much as I dont want too, I forgive you.. and hopefully you can forgive me too - along with Madison.. I'm sorry. I really, truly am and I hope you remember that from last night," as much you tried to sound confident in your words as you spoke, your voice unwillingly stumbled and wavered as your sentence drew on.

Your words came out quickly and unwillingly before you could even truly think them through logically.. Were you really apologizing to Michael, out of all people? The one person who had done so much fucking damage to you, and yet here you were - pathetically begging for his forgiveness. It was past heart-rending at this point; the feeling and realization of how much you yearned for Michael was hurting you, in every way imaginable. You had to remind yourself to not unconsciously hold your breath as you stared at him, but you only found kind - blue eyes staring back.

His lips slightly upturned at the corners, in a odd close mouthed smile. He made direct eye contact with you; Which at first you sheepishly tried to avoid but.. as much as you tried to avoid his eye contact, you surrendered and ultimately gave into it. After all; his eyes were fucking marvelous to look at - and what were you really trying to avoid anymore, after all?

"I remember every word you said (y/n), and I dont take what you said lightly.. I know you were telling the truth and that it wasnt easy to say.." His words drifted off almost unwillingly as he ultimately drew silent.

You watched as he hastily licked his lips nervously; and your stomach did another flip.

"But; if you were open to this.. I honestly want to get to know you and to try.. to atleast be civil. But you have to understand that.. I need your full transparency. I have to know that this is something your truly wanting to commit to because, i-"

Michael shifted and twitched in his chair, and wore a expression as if he was.. insecure.

Even though all you had heard about Michael in the past was complete rumors and you really had no solid grasp on what had happened in his past.. you felt an odd, wave of memories pass over you - but you were well aware that they didn't belong to you. These memories were accompanied by odd, foreign feelings. Ones that were stuck with you for only a split second but left you nearly in fucking tears. What the fuck was that? You met his gaze again, and it's like he fucking knew that you knew how he was planning to finish his incomplete sentence.

You bit your cheek to suppress the overflow of emotions you had just felt, and it was working for the time being but.. you figured that was just another distraction. Something else you to had to suppress and fight.

You first sat idle, your mouth incredibly dry and your throat painfully aching. Screaming for you to stop halting and just to fucking speak. You then realized that Michael didn't stop because he thought you were going to speak.. he purposefully cut himself off. There was something he was avoiding here but.. still expected you to know. Since Michael apparently was so focused on your apparent 'relationship' you figured it wouldn't hurt to start putting effort in and take initiative.. right?

"You dont have to say anything more, Michael. I get with.. what you've had to endure in your past on why you would be so guarded, even counting what I've done to you," you take a deep breath in "and, I dont know exactly how committed you want me to be but I know that at the very least that.. I'd like to get to know you too."

This was as far as flirty that you'd decide to be for the night. Even though Michael's guard was apparently as far gone as your current sanity; you decided that there was no way that you were going to be so carefree when it came to handing over your peace to him.

The time whilst you waited for Michael to react seemed to stretch impossibly long. The minutes feeled like long agonizing hours; your heart beating impossibly fast in tandem with every agonizing second that slipped away.. until he spoke, naturally.

"Are you sure you know what you're agreeing too?"

You didn't shy away from his gaze this time.

"The same could go for you," you challenged.

A sinister giggle escaped your lips, but Michael didn't back down. His blue eyes looked into yours in a way that spoke more words than he ever was capable of producing out loud. It proved that even now when he was attempting to be soft and civil with you, he was still trying to assert dominance. Fuck that.

"I think I'm more than capable of taking you on, (y/n)."

You scoffed.

"Okay, so.. what does this all mean? Like, what does this mean for us, Michael?" the words you spoke burned hot on your tongue with regret as soon as you said them.

"It doesn't mean anything except that I just.. would appreciate if I could see you.. regularly from now on."

His eyes held contact with yours.. It relaxed you a bit to notice how he looked as if he was holding his breath too. So, you weren't the only one that was nervous, right?

You breath haltered; he was still ignoring your question. What were you two? You knew that Michael's intentions with you were crystal clear - for the time being he seemed strict on his 'friends only' rule which.. of course couldn't really happen if Cordelia was expecting you to still carry out the plan that she had intended.. which she did. Certainly she did.

"Yeah well.. Cordelia-" your words fell flat and naturally died off on their own.

You had no idea why you even bothered to mention her name. You knew what you had to inevitably tell him eventually about Cordelia; but you knew now wasnt the time. It was too soon, you needed to wait until Michael got more comfterable with you before you exposed the coven.. and that's if you chose to do that.

"Look, I'm not stupid. It's obvious how strong your powers are.. and your still scared of Cordelia?" Michael looked at you now as if you were saying a joke.

A insult burned at the back of your throat. You tried your best to contain the fire you could feel, coercing you to open your mouth and to act on your immediate feelings rather than on logic.. but, to respect Michael and how vulnerable he had previously been with you - you held your tongue.

"Its not that I'm scared of Cordelia. I respect her and theres a difference. You have to understand where I stand between you and Cordelia, as well as the coven."

"You have no business being stuck in the middle though - which is why.. I have a solution," the left corner of Michael's lips upturned slightly.

Unconsciously you leaned forward in your chair.. a solution? You flinched as you saw Michael turn and pull something out of his jacket pocket; and suddenly threw it at you. A flash of silver caught the light as it passed through the air. It didn't take long for you to realize that he threw you a pair of keys. What?

"W-what is this?" Your voice shook as it raised to an higher octave.

"It's keys to an apartment. This will make things easier; in terms of us having access to eachother and it'll wean you off of having the covens support."

Your lips slowly turned into a frown, and your fingers nervously played with the keys as you put off having to look Michael in the eye.. it was clear to you now that even though Michael had been pretty open with you.. Michael was clearly misconstrued about your.. exact situation and with where you sat with the coven. He had no idea how involved you were, you could only guess.

However; your loyalty with the coven really had nothing to do with the fact you couldn't accept Michael giving you an entire fucking apartment.. There was no way you were going to let him hold this over your head, no fucking way.

You held the keys up and looked at them in a unsure manner before flinging them on the table in Michael's general direction. Ignoring the many dirty looks you got when the keys clashed loudly against the table.

"Even though I appreciate the gesture, theres no way I can accept that, Michael and you should know that."

"Your being stupid, I basically have all the money in the world at my disposable - at the tip of my fingers.. Take the apartment," the last three words sounded as if they were meant to be a threat.

His pronunciation on each last word was stern and final.

"I can't just move wherever you want me too; you realize I'm still a member of the coven, right? And if I just leave- it's going to look suspicious."

"Do you want to leave?"

Your breath came out as shaky when you exhaled. Now that was a good fucking question.

"I.. I mean maybe. Its been hard to live there to say the least recently and it would be nice to get away but I just.. I dont know if this is a good idea," your voice shook as you spoke.

This was the most candid you probably had ever been with Michael. Even when you were intoxicated, you made certain that every word that came out of your mouth around him was carefully planned and strategic.. but, just speaking and telling him what you were thinking right off the bat was a bit nerve wracking to say the least.

Your nails nervously dug into the skin of your palm as you waited for his reaction.

"What's holding you back?" You heard his voice ring out.

Your gaze fell down from his eyes back onto the silver keys that lied on the table. You couldn't help but to think - would it really be that bad just to take the apartment? If worse comes to worse you could always just move back to Robichaux's.. right? After all, it's not like Cordelia wouldn't approve - it was her idea for you to fucking seduce the dude in the first place. And Mallory would surely be understanding, if anything she would probably be excited. Fuck it.

"Yeah no, your right.. I'll do it."

You snatched the keys back from the table in an act of defiance - even though it really wasnt because once again, you were giving Michael what he wanted. Motherfucker.

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What We Deserve

Written for Day 14 of the Supernatural Deserved Better Creative Challenge (prompt: free will).

Relationships: Adam Milligan/Michael, minor Adam Milligan & Sam Winchester

Rating: T

Warnings: n/a

Summary: After helping the Winchesters defeat Chuck, Michael avoids Adam until one day, Adam seeks him out; OR, the soft, angst-with-a-happy-ending epilogue these two deserved, damn it.

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In the days after his brothers beat God, Adam tried many times to talk to Michael, only to have Michael push him away.

“Leave me,” he said finally, not meeting Adam’s eyes. “I don’t...I wish to be alone.” Then he vanished to some far corner of Adam’s mind, and nothing Adam said made any difference.

“I’m worried about him,” he confided to Sam, after two weeks of radio silence. “I know he’s still there; I can feel him.” Adam sighed, leaning back against the park bench he and Sam were sitting on. “He just won’t talk to me.”

“Maybe he just needs some space,” Sam offered gently. “What he did, standing up to his dad like that, watching Jack drain Chuck’s powers, it couldn’t have been easy. He’s probably still trying to process it.” A beat, then: “Has he said anything about going back to Heaven?”

Adam shook his head. “No, not since I got back. He’s hardly said anything, and it’s...” he hesitated, weighing various words and eventually opting for, “weird. For the longest time, we only had each other, and now it’s like I’m a stranger to him. It just doesn’t make sense, you know?”

He knew, of course, that Sam didn’t know, not really. How could he? No one who hadn’t spent the Earth equivalent of over a thousand years locked inside their own mind with only one other being for company could even begin to understand what it was like to suddenly feel like half a person when said being went quiet.

Still, he also knew that Sam was trying. He’d made a point to keep up regular contact with Adam since Jack had brought everyone back, as had Dean; but whereas Dean was usually keen to avoid acknowledging the proverbial archangel-shaped elephant in the room, Sam, at least, had been willing to listen. It didn’t fix what was broken between them, not by a longshot; but for now, at least, Adam just wanted to move forward as best he could with the family he had left, even if things were complicated.

“You know him best,” Sam said finally, “and from what I saw that time at the Bunker, you can get through to him even when he’s done listening to everyone else, so...just keep trying, I guess, and see what happens. Hopefully, he’ll come around.”

When nearly another week had passed with not even a mental peep from Michael, however, Adam decided that enough was enough. Michael could yell at him if he wanted to, but Adam would make him do it to his face...or at least, to his brain’s manifestation of his face. He lay down on his motel bed and closed his eyes, focusing carefully until he found the part of his mind that wasn’t quite his own and leaning into it.

Suddenly, he was standing in the woods at sunset, pine trees stretched tall on either side and a crystal lake sparkling in front of him. Adam surveyed the area curiously, wondering what made the place so significant that Michael would seek it out, when suddenly his eyes lit upon scorch marks and the remnants of some sort of spell, and the pieces clicked together: this must be the clearing where Michael had joined Sam and Dean in their final battle against Chuck.

No sooner had the realization occurred to him than he spotted a lone figure by the lakeshore; it was Michael. He was sitting on the ground, looking small and almost human-like with his knees pulled up against his chest, his back to Adam as he stared out over the water, apparently lost in thought. Adam took a deep breath, steeling his nerves for what he was pretty sure was going to be an argument, and headed over.

“Hey, Michael?” he called softly as he drew near. “Are you okay?”

Michael turned to look over his shoulder. Adam had been prepared for annoyance, even anger; what he hadn’t expected was anguish. Michael’s eyes were red rimmed and watery, and the gilded glow of dusk made shimmers of his tears; he looked, if not broken, just about to break. “I told you,” Michael said, voice rough and raw, “to leave me alone.”

For a moment, Adam wondered if he should. His goal had been to make sure Michael was all right, not to intrude upon a moment of private grief. And yet, now that he’d actually seen Michael, the thought of leaving him in his current state was not only unconscionable but downright unthinkable. Adam shook his head and continued forward, determined. “No,” he said, taking a seat on the ground at Michael’s side. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, and I’ve had enough. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to; we can just sit here.” He met Michael’s gaze and continued, more gently, “But I’m done leaving you alone. Got it?”

Michael stared at him, expression unreadable; then he nodded slowly, turning back to look out at the lake.

They sat in silence for what felt like hours, till the last of the pink and gold light had faded and the sky became a star-splashed indigo lit by a silvery moon. Adam’s eyelids grew heavy in the stillness, and he was just shy of falling asleep when:

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

Adam started, eyes snapping open; he turned to look at Michael and saw the other staring forward as though in a daze. “What wasn’t?” Adam asked.

The corner of Michael’s lips twitched up in a mirthless smile. “Everything. I was supposed to defeat my brother, and my Father was supposed to usher in a new age of Paradise. Instead, He…” Michael trailed off, looked down at his hands, and repeated, “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

Adam hesitated, then scooted sideways till their arms were touching. Michael glanced up, apparently surprised by the sudden contact, but he didn’t pull away; Adam took that as a sign to continue. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I mean, I’m not sorry the world didn’t end, but the part with your dad...I know what it’s like to get screwed over by family. It sucks. Like, a lot. And I just...I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, so instead, he wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders, hoping the touch would do what words couldn’t.

He felt Michael stiffen, and for a split second, Adam worried he’d overstepped; but just as he was about to pull away, Michael relaxed against him with a quiet sigh. “Thank you,” said Michael softly. “This is...Thank you.”

Adam shrugged, grateful for the pale wash of moonlight; the blush he could feel would be painfully obvious otherwise. “Yeah,” he managed. “Of course. You’re welcome. It’s what friends are for.”

Michael looked at him strangely then, and Adam got the distinct impression he’d caught Michael by surprise. “You would have me as a...friend?”

I would have you as anything, thought Adam, just as long as I get to have you. “Well, yeah,” he said instead, managing a weak smile. “You’re kinda the only one I’ve got.”

Michael studied him, brow still furrowed slightly, as though Adam were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. Then, before Adam realized what was happening, Michael leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. A tingling warmth spread throughout Adam’s entire body, and he gasped. Michael pulled back at the sound, eyes wide with concern. “Was that...unwelcome?”

Adam shook his head. “No,” he said quickly. “No, it’s just...you surprised me, is all. It was nice.” He tried to will his heartbeat down to a more reasonable rate, reminding himself that it wasn’t like he was an expert on angel behavior. After all, he really only knew Michael, and he’d only seen him interact with other angels during moments of battle. For all Adam knew, forehead kissing was just something angels did with their friends, and it wasn’t a big deal.

Thankfully, Michael just nodded, seeming to accept Adam’s words at face value. “Good,” he said, sounding like he meant it; and then he lay back against the ground, folding his arms behind his head to gaze up at the stars. Adam hesitated, part of him wanting to bid Michael goodnight and get the hell out of there while he still had at least some of his dignity intact, but instead he found himself copying Michael’s pose, leaning back until they lay next to each other like two parallel lines.

For a long time, they were silent. Adam pondered the night sky, nearly forgetting that they were still in his head as he picked out familiar constellations. He wondered if Michael had been there when the originals were made, or if maybe Michael had made the originals himself. He was about to ask when he heard Michael say softly, almost as though he were thinking aloud, “Did I do the right thing?”

Adam glanced over, not sure what Michael was talking about. “What do you mean?”

“With God.” Michael looked at him, expression laced with doubt and something else Michael couldn’t quite read. “How do I know the choice I made was the right one?”

Adam shifted onto his side to face Michael fully. “Do you regret it?”

“No. But neither did my Father regret the choices he made.”

“No, but I’ll bet he never questioned them, either.”

Michael was quiet for a moment, considering. “No,” he agreed at last, “I don’t think he did.”

“He chose to send everyone in the world away. You chose to stand against him to bring them back. Billions of people are alive because of you. It was the right call.”

For several seconds, Michael didn’t respond, and Adam thought their conversation was over; then, in a voice so quiet Adam nearly missed it: “That isn’t why I did it.”

Adam frowned. “It isn’t? I...What do you mean?”

Michael sighed; he rolled to his side so their bodies mirrored each other, gazing at Adam intently. “I told you, that day in the Bunker, that though you and I had been together for years, my Father and I had been together for eternity, and as such, He would always take precedence over you.”

Adam nodded, biting his lip against the sudden hurt in his chest. He remembered the exchange vividly; Michael’s words had hit him like a slap to the face. It wasn’t exactly a novel sensation, being made to feel he wasn’t good enough. His father hadn’t been there for him growing up, and his brothers had left him to rot in Hell for over a decade. Even Michael had only chosen him because Dean had been unavailable. Adam knew that, he knew all of it, and yet...and yet somewhere between falling into Hell and walking out of it, he’d let himself start to think that maybe, just maybe, he actually mattered to someone for once. Michael could have left him the moment they were free, but he’d chosen to stay, and Adam...he’d wanted to believe that had meant something, but apparently it hadn’t. He’d been—

“I was wrong,” said Michael, softly, and Adam almost forgot how to breathe; it took him a moment to find his voice.

“You...were?”

“Yes.” Michael looked down. “I—You must understand: for as long as I had existed, my loyalty—my undying loyalty—had been to my Father. He gave me orders and I obeyed them without question, because to question them would have been to question Him, and to question Him would have been to question everything. And so when Castiel...when he showed me what God truly was, for the first time in my life, I was lost. Heaven was in shambles. My brothers were dead. My Father had...used me; he’d taken everything from me. I was angry. I gave your brother and Castiel the spell to bind Him because I was angry, and when they failed, I avoided them because I was angry. All I had left, all I knew, was you.” Michael hesitated, and when he spoke again, his voice was heavy with pain: “And then He took you away as well. For the first time in over a thousand years, I was completely alone, and...and it was the most incomplete I’d ever felt, and I didn’t know what it meant.”

Adam swallowed; he didn’t know what to say, could only stare.

Michael continued without looking up: “And so when your brothers found me again, I decided to help them, not out of anger or because I cared about the rest of the world, but because it was what you’d asked of me when your brothers first came to us, only I hadn’t listened, not fully. I knew that to stand in open defiance against my Father was to very likely forfeit my own life, but I didn’t care, because it didn’t matter. Nothing did, except you, and the chance, however small, that I might get you back. That is why I chose as I did, and I don’t regret it, not at all, and…” Michael finally met Adam’s gaze, fresh tears in his eyes and something akin to terror on his face, “and I don’t know what that means.”

By then, Adam’s face was wet with tears of his own, but he didn’t care, because what Michael was saying...Adam did matter to him, had mattered more than God. And maybe Michael didn't know what that meant, but…

Adam shifted forward, closing the distance between them. “I think I do,” he whispered, and before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Michael's lips, hoping desperately that he hadn’t misread the situation. When he pulled back, Michael's eyes were wide, and oh God, Adam wanted to shrivel up on the spot. He opened his mouth to apologize...but before he could, Michael was kissing him, and it was so slow and deep and reverent that Adam felt sure he'd have floated away if Michael’s arms hadn’t held him firmly in place.

When at last they pulled apart, Michael was gazing back at him in open wonder. “You...I’ve never...What is this?” he asked, voice tinged with awe.

Adam let out a soft laugh, trying to catch his breath. He reached up to cup Michael’s cheek. “It’s me saying I choose you, too. I thought there was no way you could ever want me like this, but if you do—”

“I do." Michael's hand came up to caress Adam's cheek in return. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

“Then you’ll stay?” Adam whispered, and Michael nodded, leaning forward to rest their foreheads together.

“Yes,” he murmured solemnly. “Yes, I will stay. Where you go, I will go; and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people.” He pressed a careful kiss to the corner of Adam’s mouth, adding, “And your love, my love.” Then he kissed Adam again, soft and achingly tender, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist and pulling him close till they were pressed together from head to toe, and it was impossible to say where one ended and the other began.

And Adam loved him, God did he love him, because Michael was comfort and safety and home. For the first time in a long time, Adam felt home; he felt loved. And he'd never feel like half a person again.

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Note: The last part of Michael's dialogue is an adaptation of Ruth 1:16: "But Ruth said, 'Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go; and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God.'"

Michael, wayward archangel that he is, replaces "God" with "love." 💙

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