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another-anonymous-sideblog · 9 months

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Ok a few things: 1 I was the one who made the plushy ask (I chose red panda cause when I made the headcannon my brother got me a giant red panda plushy) i just accidentally hit the ask anonymously option. And 2 I wish to read a one shot of this purely for how freaked out Hajime would be cause let’s be honest, Nagito didn’t mention the voice recorder on purpose lmao but we all know how happy he’d be when he realizes what actually happened 🥹

As for another headcannon, Nagito flat presses flowers Hajime gives him so he can 1 have them forever and 2 use them as bookmarks while he reads

hi okay so i didn't proofread this and my head hurts so so so bad rn but as soon as i saw this i needed to write it. also the flower thing is so cute i'm dying. i sleep now goodnight thank you for your headcanons and prompts and such <33

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When Naegi said they’d found some of Hajime’s old belongings, he thought he was joking.

Or rather, he would’ve, if Naegi ever joked. He tries to, sometimes—bad puns that never fully land—but he sounded so genuinely excited over the phone, and Hajime really doubted he would ever play a trick that cruel. Still, it was a bit difficult to believe that the Foundation could’ve possibly found anything of his in the wreckage of Hope’s Peak years later.

But here he is, standing on the docks with a box in his hands, staring down at it like it’s made of gold instead of beat up, slightly damp cardboard. His heart pounds in his throat as his mind races through all of the possible things that could be in here, unable to decide what he most wants to see when he opens the box.

And then he hears footsteps at the end of the dock and looks up, his eyes meeting Nagito’s for the first time in two weeks, and the box is temporarily forgotten. Partly because a moment after that, Nagito is running directly at him, and Hajime has to drop the box in order to catch the armful of boyfriend that flies at him at full speed.

“Hajime,” Nagito whispers against his neck, and oh, Hajime missed this. He tightens his grip around Nagito’s waist and buries his face in his shoulder, trying not to cry, because the collar of his shirt is already damp and Nagito’s breath is hitching and Hajime will be damned if he can’t be the strong one right now.

“Hey,” he murmurs, running a hand over Nagito’s hair, “I’m here, I’m here. God, I missed you.”

Nagito mumbles something that sounds vaguely like ‘missed you,’ and Hajime smiles a little to himself as he hugs him impossibly tighter.

He forgets about the box for the rest of the day, too preoccupied with having his hands on Nagito at every given opportunity: wrapping an arm around his waist while he walks him back to the cottage; brushing his fingers against his arms while he helps him change out of his suit and back into his regular clothes; intertwining their fingers and swinging their hands between them as they walk to the restaurant for dinner. There’s a bit of a celebration, as there always is when Foundation missions end and whoever was sent out gets to come home. This time it was Nagito, Nekomaru, and Kazuichi, and Teruteru has whipped up three very different main dishes to accommodate their favourites. Hajime watches as Nagito practically inhales his miso soup and milk bread, able to feel the lovesick smile on his own face, until Teruteru hits him over the head with a wooden spoon and tells him to eat his own food.

By the time the meal is finished, it’s late in the evening, and Hajime wraps an arm around Nagito’s shoulders as they slowly make their way back to the cottage.

“I missed you,” he says quietly, once he’s sure the stars in the clear sky above them are the only ones around to hear. Nagito glances over before leaning into him, bringing his hand up to tangle metal fingers between Hajime’s where they rest on his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs. “I forgot how difficult it is to be away for that long.”

Hajime presses a kiss to the side of his head.

“I’m sorry you were gone for our anniversary,” he says with a soft sigh. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

He can see Nagito’s blush even in the darkness, and has to hold back a smirk.

“Ah, you—please don’t worry about something like that,” he stammers, shaking his head a little as they near the cottages. “You know I don’t like making a big deal out of it.”

Hajime shrugs a little.

“I do,” he says, and Nagito shoots him a look, but there’s a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Bad timing on their part—well. You’d probably called it bad luck, wouldn’t you?”

Surprisingly, Nagito stays quiet. When Hajime glances over, he looks almost thoughtful, but there’s still that telltale twitch to his mouth that makes Hajime raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” he says casually, stepping out from under Hajime’s arm to unlock the cottage door. “I think it may have been good luck after all.”

Hajime is about to ask what he means, but then Nagito’s smile turns cheeky. He’s suddenly being pulled inside by his tie, confusion left out on the boardwalk as the door slams shut behind them.

He wakes up later than usual the next morning, instinctively reaching to Nagito’s side of the bed to snuggle up to him. The sleep melts from his mind as his hand hits empty sheets, and he frowns and slowly pries his eyes open. He realizes then that he’s in bed alone, the sound of the shower running from behind the closed bathroom door. He sits up with a big stretch, groaning as his joints pop from the movement.

As he looks sleepily around the room, his eyes fall on a cardboard box laying a few feet away from the bed. He raises an eyebrow, suddenly remembering the contents of the box, and something in his stomach jumps excitedly. The shower is still running, but suddenly he just can’t wait for Nagito to be done, so with a feeling akin to a kid on his birthday, he gets out of bed and grabs the box, resisting the urge to shake it.

The tape is curling at the edges from the salty sea air, so it’s easy for him to pull it off and toss it to the side. He stares at the box for a few seconds, suddenly nervous, fingers twitching as they brush against the edge of the cardboard flaps.

Hajime shakes his head and huffs out a breath. It’s ridiculous for him to be anxious; after all, there’s a good chance the stuff in this box isn’t even his. Still, he can’t stop his heart from skipping a beat as he grabs the flaps and opens the box.

It’s like opening a time capsule he forgot he buried. Everything in the box is sort of dirty, which makes sense: after all, he can only assume it was buried in the rubble of the reserve course dorms. They’re pretty much odds and ends, stuff he left behind after he signed on to the Kamakura project: a couple comic books, a puzzle cube he never managed to solve, a threadbare scarf. A couple things he finds make him choke up: a faded old t-shirt his dad won for him at a fair; a cracked CD case he used to make his mother play when he had nightmares as a kid.

The last thing in the box sucks the air from his lungs, and he stares down with wide eyes, unwilling to believe it. However, it’s unmistakable: laying at the very bottom of the box, surprisingly clean despite probably being buried for years, is a very old, very well-loved stuffed animal.

Hajime lifts it from the box with something like awe, clutching at the pilly fur. It’s a red panda—though, at this point it’s so old and worn that it’s sort of hard to tell at first glance. It was his first stuffed animal—at least, the first one he can remember. He was so young, he’d named it after what his grandmother had presented it as: ‘a little friend to keep you safe.’ Tomo hadn’t done much to keep him safe, exactly, given the fact that it was a stuffed animal. But even when he stopped sleeping with it, Hajime made sure it was close by; hence, why he’d taken it to Hope’s Peak.

He runs his fingers over the stitched face, feeling a harsh burn behind his eyes as tears clog the back of his throat. Tomo smiles up at him, and with a quiet hiccup, Hajime wraps his arms around it and holds it close to his chest, curling around it.

“I love you, Hajime.”

As soon as it appeared, the warm, happy feeling in his chest vanishes. Hajime throws the stuffed panda across the room, recoiling in horror. Tomo stares up at him with an innocent smile, as though it didn’t just talk to him in a muffled, fuzzy voice.

It takes a second for Hajime’s heart to stop pounding and his thoughts to become rational again. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, so Tomo obviously isn’t possessed. The closest rational explanation he can think of is that he imagined it, overcome with emotion at being reunited with his childhood friend, the last piece of his innocence before his own selfish choices took it away. He’s never imagined anything like that before, but it makes more sense than a demon in his old stuffed animal; so, taking a few more seconds to steady his breathing, he slowly reaches for it again, trying to remind himself that he doesn’t believe in ghosts.

He hesitantly holds the stuffed animal at arms’ length, studying it. It doesn’t seem to have any sinister intentions, and Hajime kind of really wants to hug it again, so pushing the last of his irrational fear from his mind, he brings it close again and squeezes it.

“I love you, Hajime.”

“Jesus fuck!”

He throws it again, twice as horrified as the first time. Again, Tomo stares up at him, looking completely normal and harmless as ever.

What the hell? He thinks to himself, staring at it with his mouth agape. Am I finally losing it? That’s the only explanation, right? Stuffed animals can’t talk. I have to be going crazy. That’s—

It’s only in the middle of his half-crazed mental crisis that Hajime realizes two things: one, the shower has stopped, and two…

He whirls around, seeing the source of the nearly silent, wheezy laughter coming from the other corner of the room. Nagito is practically bent in half, hands on his knees as he stares with bright, elated eyes while trying to stifle his laughs.

“Y-Y-Your face,” he wheezes, bursting into a full giggle fit and dropping to one knee as Hajime stares, stunned. “Oh my—Hajime, I’m sorry, you just—you looked so—”

He can’t even finish a sentence, so overcome by his own amusement. Hajime looks from him to the stuffed animal, back to him, then back to Tomo again.

“What…did you do?” he manages finally. Nagito raises his head, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.

“Ah, Hajime,” he giggles, “I—okay, give me a moment.”

Hajime waits impatiently while he tries to calm himself down, finally managing to take some deep breaths and walk over to sit beside him. He picks Tomo up and holds it out to Hajime, watching in blatant glee as he hesitantly takes it back.

“You know we were salvaging things from Hope’s Peak,” he says. Hajime nods slowly.

“So you were the one who found To—you were the one who found it?”

Nagito nods.

“I volunteered to take the reserve course dorms when we got there,” he says. “I wasn’t entirely sure where to find yours, but I let my luck guide me.”

Hajime slowly shakes his head, staring down at the stuffed animal in his hands.

“You weren’t supposed to be looking for personal effects,” he says lamely. Nagito rolls his eyes.

“I won’t apologize. Do you want to hear the story or not?”

And it is certainly a story. Hajime listens in awe and mild horror as Nagito describes his escapades, multiple near death experiences leading up to finding his old dorm room, discovering several of Hajime’s old belongings buried beneath rubble, but somehow safe in a little cubby created by the debris. He goes on to detail his thought process, seeing the old, bedraggled stuffed animal covered in dirt and dust, and remembering his own favourite toy from when he was small: a stuffed animal with a device inside that played a little music box tune. Apparently, Nagito took the limited time off they had during the mission to clean and fix Tomo the best he could, enlisting Kazuichi’s help to create a similar device.

He shows Hajime the spot on Tomo’s stomach where the device was implanted, and only then does Hajime notice the small, neat stitching that’s a much clearer white than the dirty old fur. There’s more on one of his paws, and Nagito guides his hand to feel where the small button was hidden in the stuffing. Hajime looks at him hesitantly, and he gives him a nod and soft smile, and Hajime presses the button, purposefully this time.

“I love you, Hajime.”

Now that he’s not overwhelmed by shock and terror, Hajime can hear the lilt of Nagito’s voice under the fuzz of poorly-recorded audio. He stares down at Tomo in wonder, carefully pressing the button again.

“I love you, Hajime.”

“I love you, Hajime.” Nagito’s voice is accompanied by a soft, cool hand covering his, and a gentle kiss pressed to his shoulder. Hajime feels his throat tighten again, though with a different kind of happiness this time, as he runs his fingers over the soft fur again.

“Nagito…” It’s all he can manage, but it seems to be enough for Nagito, who lifts his head and gives him the most genuine, shining smile.

“Happy anniversary,” he says softly. Hajime blinks once, twice, before his face bursts into flames and he buries his face in his free hand.

“For the love of—Nagito!”

Nagito’s laugh makes his heart flutter just the same as always.

“What?”

“You’re the one who says you don’t want to make a big deal out of this stuff,” Hajime grumbles, glaring at Nagito through his fingers when he just giggles.

“And you’re the one who likes it,” he chirps back. Hajime narrows his eyes, and Nagito just laughs and kisses his cheek.

When Hajime recovers a bit from his embarrassment, he wraps his arm around Nagito’s waist and pulls him close, burying his face in his neck. He feels Nagito’s hand run through his hair, and he sighs, kissing his neck softly and allowing himself to melt into the touch.

“Do you like it?” Nagito asks. Hajime lifts his head enough to see his face, and the disguised nervousness behind his otherwise placid expression.

His eyes soften, and he kisses Nagito’s shoulder, smiling against the sleeve of his shirt. He smells like soap and is warmer than usual from the shower, and Hajime squeezes his waist as he nestles his head into the crook of his neck.

“I love it,” he says quietly. He feels Nagito relax, and he gently puts the stuffed animal down to wrap both arms more securely around him.

Nagito runs a hand up and down his side, and Hajime sighs softly, feeling happier than he has in a long time. He gives him another little kiss, hoping Nagito feels the fluttering, almost overwhelming love bursting from his own heart. “I love you, Nagito.”

#komahina #komahina fanfic #req

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cdmagic1408 · 1 year

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"Mighty Mom" Detail Scout! 2.0!!! 🔎 ✨ 2️⃣

~ Advent Calendar Edition ~

* Click here for the first edition post! *

On December 22nd, Onward's Mighty Mom was found in the 2022 Disney Advent Calendar. That same day, I released a YouTube video where I read the story aloud! 📖

From flipping through it the first time last month to putting that video together, I realized...this version of Mighty Mom has EVEN MORE details! ✨ 🔍

So now I present to you: the Mighty Mom detail scout...THE SEQUEL!!

First things first, there’s the FRONT COVER...

May I just say it’s EPIC! Very awesome looking! 🤩

We got all three Lightfoots together! Lookin badass and ready to handle anything that comes their way! Barley lighting the path with his torch, Laurel gripping her battle ax in her amazing protective armor, and Ian clutching his staff with the Danger Detection Spell in use!

And let's not forget the dreaded Giant Spider playing (as TV Tropes calls it...) the evil overlooker in the background!

Basically, it screams quest and adventure! I LOVE IT!! ✨✨✨

Oh! And a BACK COVER with a PLOT TEASER!

Yep, I'd say that sums it up pretty well 😎

Now onto the story itself...let us start at the very end to mix things up, shall we?

The thing about the ending is...it's slightly different! Compared to the first version, which ended on the more hopeful note of oh..."let's plan our next adventure!" this version ends a bit more comically!

It's definitely implied Ian and Barley are much more scared of spiders now after being trapped by a giant one, but Laurel on the other hand has conquered her fear! Which is good cause that was like her internal conflict and everything... 😄

But...yeah...don't think this is the only time you're gonna face a giant spider, boys... (*cough* *cough* IYTM chapter 29 😉)

I also couldn't help but notice that Barley's love for quests and the days of yore is expanded upon here... 😏

...and there...

Now I definitely get why Barley looks so hyped when he sees that minotaur security guard...and why Ian looks a little worried...

my point? the authenticity is GOLD ❤️‍🔥

We've even got an expanded illustration of the mall's play area!

and boy is there a detail or two to spot on this page...

I don't know if it's just me, but that loooooooong green slide on the left looks suspiciously like Blazey... 👀 other than being long and green, it's definitely the tongue slide and the happy wild-eyed expression that sells it 🤪

Oh! and at the top of the small ball pit next to that satyr kid riding the dragon...young Ian, is that you? 😂

And speaking of that satyr kid, it's the very same kid Barley plays with in the bigger ball pit on the next page! (yes, I'm putting that picture in too cause I know how much you love Barley with kids @itsme-star) and now that I'm really looking at it, I'm thinking he wanted to give that little kid another fun ride after swinging on that dragon and if that's the case...awwwwww that's so sweet 🥺

Lastly, I get the feeling that that spider jungle gym was meant to warn our favorite elves of the dangers below...but considering how modern and harmless it looks, I don't blame em for not taking that into consideration lol

This was the first illustration that gave me the impression that there was more to this story than what we saw back in April...

I'll say the debris falling definitely adds urgency to the situation of the tavern needs to fixed and put back to its former glory 😅

But also...

The three of them high-fiving is sooooooo adorable! I already thought they looked great in those construction hats and goggles, but this is serotonin if I ever saw it! 😍

And last but certainly not least...this book was in the advent calendar's day 22 slot!

I would like to give credit to our fellow QM, @aloftmelevar who has cleverly pointed out a couple times—this time being no exception—that Onward is the 22nd film in Pixar's movie library!

Whether putting this story in day 22 for that reason was done on purpose...who knows? 🤔 But I personally would like to believe that it was!

In the end, now all I can think about is this: both versions of the story have different adjustments to the scale of the illustrations that we see, so there has to be full scale artworks of all of them, right?! 😲

Where those would be...I have no clue...

Guess after finding this advent calendar, that's my next Onward treasure hunt! 😉 😉

So anyway, there you have it, Quest Masters! The second detail scout of Mighty Mom!

We'll have to see if a third detail scout comes to pass if there's a potential third version of the story out there somewhere, but as I said in my last Mighty Mom detail scout post, I hope we get lots more Onward short stories featuring our beloved elf bois for years to come! In advent calendars, short story collections, step-into-readings, whatever the case may be, I WILL READ IT!

But for right now, I can honestly say that I like the Mighty Mom story even more now than I did on the day we discovered it! It's like the more you read into the details and piece together the context clues, the more fascinating and enjoyable media ends up being as a whole! 💖 I've found that with Onward itself, and now that I see that in this story too, there's no doubt I'll find it in any Onward story 😊

#onward #pixar onward #onward mighty mom #onward detail scouting #detail scouting #cdmagic1408

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ryttu3k · 2 months

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Tav questions! Nabbing from @findingtarshish , take if you wish!

Name: Tavias. He's not sure which 'family' gave it to him (foster? The cult? Was magically embedded into him by Bhaal?) but it was the first thing he remembered, so he sticks with it. If he has a surname, he wouldn't have the foggiest what it is.

Nickname(s): He's definitely got 'Tav' a few times! Really enjoys the affectionate pet names he gets from his lovers, and did go all 🥺 when Omeluum called him 'Sun Child' (he is extremely sun-coded).

Pronouns: He/him

Star sign: I would not have the foggiest :D What corresponds to the 28th of Eleint? That's his new birthday!

Height: Okay in-game he appears maybe an inch shorter than 5'9" Astarion, but I definitely see him as more like 5'5". Also objectively hilarious next to Halsin, who's like seven feet tall.

Orientation: Part of the Pansexual Menace Squad, although he does lean more towards men.

Race: On paper, he's a wood half-elf with draconic bloodline sorcery, so some gold dragon in there. Given the whole… pureblooded Bhaalspawn made of a sliver of Bhaal's own dead flesh thing, though, that gets a bit. Uh. Messier, and he tries not to actually think about it too hard or it gives him a headache.

Romancing: Astarion and Halsin. Wrote a bunch on their relationship dynamics here!

Favourite fruit: Loves himself some grapes. If he sees any somewhere, they will end up in his hand, being nibbled on as they make their way through wherever they happen to be.

Favourite season: Summer. He craves being warm. Probably a fire dragon thing.

Favourite flower: I feel pre-brain surgery he would have said something edgelordy like foxglove or oleander? Pretty but lethal, just like him~. Now, he's learning to appreciate other flowers - he'd probably say something like balsam at this point (pretty and healing tyvm), but Halsin would love to teach him more.

Favourite scent: Wood smoke, which he suspects is also a dragon thing. Also blood.

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: He goddamn loves hot chocolate. Anything sweet, really - his favourite drink is Amnian dessert wine and his favourite treats are cinnamon rolls.

Average sleep hours: Not as much as he should. He has the sadly common Bhaalspawn trait of restless sleep and nightmares.

Dogs or cats: He loves all animals and was goddamn distraught to learn that he had mistreated Steelclaw in the past. Animals represent innocence and trust to him. Sees Scratch - "Oh, I'm a dog person now." Meets the cub - "My favourites are owlbears and this is my son." Has the good fortune of crossing paths with Boo and surviving - "Can I interest you in some Miniature Giant Space Hamster propaganda?" He doesn't have a lot of personal experience with cats, but he knows Astarion loves cats, and Halsin loves all animals, so he's pretty sure he'd love cats too! (At some point he's going to go back to Moonrise - Astarion has to go to the Last Light to properly adopt His Majesty - and he's going to grovel for Steelclaw's forgiveness.)

Dream trip: He'd love to see the Feywild. It sounds, well, magical. He'd also love to visit two cities that cross over into the Feywild, Evereska and Evermeet, but while his lovers are full elves and would have no issue there, he's a bit uncertain what reception he'd get as a half-elf. He's brushing up on his elvish just in case (he can read and write in Espruar, but his spoken elvish isn't great. Astarion and Halsin are both fluent, so they've been helping him out, and Halsin also knows the Wild variant, and since Tavias' elvish background is wood elf, he'd love to learn it).

Amount of blankets: All of them. He and Astarion more or less have a nest.

Random fact(s): One day Halsin is going to work out the precise combination of herbs to treat a) his anxiety disorder and b) his chronic headaches from his brain injury, and it's going to be one of the best days of his life (I mean, following stuff like 'being resurrected as an independent person by Jergal' and 'losing all those icky memories of being a cult leader/serial killer' and 'meeting his new found family' and 'saving the world').

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #the dark urge #oc: tavias

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vivaciouscynner · 6 months

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Divinity's Forgotten Birthday

Heads-up: The following takes place in my Divinity and Her Flaws universe because that's all I can think about. This occurs on some timeline after chapter 13 which is still being written. Do also note that I am writing this on a whim - time does not permit me to write well or proper at the moment. I'm so tired and busy BUT WITHOUT FURTHER ADO

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Catra came back from visiting Mara who found Adora by her window. She held a little flower in her hand. It only had three petals with sharp points like a star. Adora loved any flower that changed color depending how the light hit it and this was no different. It reflected six colors if looked closely and more if you had Catra's eyes. It went from blue to purple to red to yellow and if you angled it just right, there was a bit of transparency and then finally a dark black. Each petal tipped with gold, the only part that wouldn't change.

"And what's this?" Adora asked.

"Oh nothing really, Mara sending you another invitation to see you again. I think she likes you more than me." Adora laughed at that. Catra then pointed to the window, "How's the fam?"

Adora smiled, trying to hide secrets the best she could. "Good," she said simply, "Actually, we wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh?" Catra tried to glimpse into Adora's mind but could only see spotty blips of love for her. She raised a brow.

"Yep!" she said quickly, "I know you told me once that you must have had a 'beginning' and I wanted to share one of our traditions where we celebrate such begin-"

"You've given me a birthday?"

"If you want?" she opened her hands into a shrug. "I- we wanted to show you how much we care and are so thankful that you exist. So...," Adora held on to her amulet and thought of her family and in a moment the pools in the window revealed her family awkwardly holding a few poster signs. Adam let his rest on his foot. Marlena and Randor held theirs close to their chest.

Adora sank her fingers into the portal window and said, "She's looking now. Hold them up." Her family startled to the surprise voice in their heads and then held their signs up to the sky. They said in unison, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CATRA!"

Adora retracted her hand and told Catra, "Happy Birthday, C'yra." She drew Catra, who seemed to be in awe, into a hug. When she didn't return the hug, she brought herself back, "Was this a bad idea?"

She blinked, "You gave me a birthday?"

Adora shrugged, "More like a day where we appreciate you and remind you that you're important to us. I may be a billion trillion eons too late, but you know what they say, better late than never?" Catra seemed expressionless. Adora was unsure if she was processing or hated the idea. "Erm, I'm getting never vibes...," she looked a little sorry and then realized her family was still holding the signs up. "Oh, right," she stuck her hands into the window again, "You're good guys, you can put the signs down. I'll uh... keep you updated." She turned back to Catra. "Um, Catra? Are you okay? I'm sorry if-"

Catra embraced her. The warmth enveloped Adora and there was a brief wave of euphoria that went down Adora's shoulders and back. "You give me little surprises?" Adora went, Mmhm. "You planned this without me knowing?" Adora went, Mmhm. A little smile rose to Catra's tail swishing back and forth. "And do you have any more surprises?"

Adora pulled back and kissed her. Then she said, "Maybe. if you're up for it?" Catra narrowed her eyes. "Please stop trying to read my thoughts, it is SO hard to block this." The both snickered.

"Show me."

Adora held her amulet and thought of her town center. As before, her fingers reached in. "She's watching now."

And a huge crowd suddenly gathered at the town square. Ten of them, at least, began to unravel a statue. It was Catra sitting cross-legged on the ground with several cats climbing over her. And Catra, a giant smile across her face. They looked to the sky, the view that Adora told them she'd be viewing and all shouted out on a count of 3, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CATRA!" and cheered.

"I was going to do this last year but the statue wasn't ready and they didn't have a whole lot of references so..., it took a while. But hey, it sorta looks like you! And I gave them pictures of the guardians, er well, Mom did, I just sorta said hey can you give-"

"Adora." Adora went hm? Catra gently brushed back Adora's hair. A fingertip traced the edge of her ear as she Catra looked sweetly into her eyes. "How do I repay you? Hm?" She mocked the hm. "How do I treasure you like you deserve?"

Adora laughed, "That's just it, C'yra, you don't. Today is all about you. And getting reminders that we appreciate you and love you. So, how 'bout we head down there and hear what they all have to say? Hm?"

Divine finger raised and placed upon Adora's forehead. Then a smirk. Then she tilted her head at Adora to hear a bit more truth of how she was able to keep a secret from her so well.

With a roll of her eyes, "Okay fine. Scorpia, Perfuma, and Mermista did most of the work. It was my idea like 2 years ago. They set it up, didn't tell me, and then surprised me with it only a couple days ago. But I still did it, even if it was a couple days. You should be impressed!"

She was. "I am, actually." She gave Adora another kiss and off they went to meet the people who celebrated her.

#for those who haven't read my fic:#Adora's window refers to a portal that she can peer into #Catra is a goddess that Adora used to base her entire faith in but is now her wife.#You gotta read the fic for the guardians reference #Adora and Catra are on a distant planet far from Adora's home world #In all the eons of eons of time that Catra had lived her immortal life #no one had appreciated her as much as Adora has #read #divinity and her flaws #also tell me how you love catra #spop #catra #happy birthday catra #my fic

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yzeltia · 9 months

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Wolraha Week

Chapter 7: Adventure Characters: G'raha Tia, Keith Summers Rating: T Notes: In my head, Mephina granted Keith's wish for them to have the experience of having a baby promising he'd of course adopt from his homeland down the line and she goes for it and has the help of the others to make his wish come true by locking them in the Crystal Tower and magicking away 13 years then rewinding it on the two husbands after. Idk, probably never going to disect it too much. Thanks for indulging me!

Slumped back in a chair, Keith kicked his shorts off then started to rub his face, G'raha already in bed with a book open in his lap.

"Did Khenna finally exhaust you of storytales for the night," the Miqo'te asked, not looking up from his reading.

"Yeah. I'm running out of ideas. Bedtime really should be your territory y'know."

"And why's that?"

"Well, cause…you're older than me."

"By a sun!"

"Technically yeah, but you have to add all your time on the first in there too. You're old enough to be my grandpa when you think about it. Great - Ack!"

Keith laughed as he was pelted by a pillow from the bed, G'raha's book now cast aside and ears folded back.

"Finish that sentence and you'll be needing that pillow on the floor."

The Hyur chuckled then got up to crawl into bed with his pouting husband, putting an arm around him as he flopped back. Beaming, Keith kissed on G'raha's shoulder, eyes up at the grumpy Scion until his ears laxed. Soon the Miqo'te sighed then pulled back to stare up at the ceiling.

"It is still strange to think I have a daughter that will be half my age in two years time. She'll be old enough to go off on her own adventures or perhaps to the Studium. Quite possibly she'll find a way to fit in both. It just…doesn't feel real."

"It was though, yeah? It's all hazy, but it's all there. The going stir crazy cooped up in the tower while you got all moody. Enjoying a different room every night. The baths, the food. It was wonderful to start."

"Yes, for you. I was the one gaining weight and getting sore. All those stairs were awful toward the end."

"Hey, I made sure to give you foot rubs and made it so you didn't have to lift a finger toward the end. I put in a lot of work getting those node thingies to work."

"Hitting an on switch hardly compares to having your body carry an entire living being that it wasn't made to carry!"

"Hey! I didn't know the gods were gonna do that to you! You're the one who encouraged me to ask."

"I didn't think they'd say yes," G'raha said.

Keith jumped, eyes wide as he searched the other's face in disbelief. The Miqo'te sensing the impending panic quickly put his palm to the other's neck.

"Not that I regret a single moment. You have to admit it's an unheard of feat of magic, or at most, a buried subject."

The Hyur settled down, soothed by the touch, "Such wonderful magic. Maybe I was a little useless to start but when G'k came into the world I didn't want to ever let her go," Keith sighed, rolling onto his back, pulling the other up under his arm.

"I wish you'd kept that feeling. As I recall when she was about six you lost her playing hide-and-seek," G'raha laughed.

"Oi! It's not my fault someone inherited a giant skyscraping palace! I'm surprised there weren't times when we lost one another."

"True. We rarely parted company though."

"I couldn't bare the thought of being without either of you even for a second…despite the time shenanigans involved."

"That's a big word. Gold star."

"Shut up," Keith laughed, nudging his husband with an elbow before letting out a deep sigh while putting his hands behind his head, "I wish we could have given her a normal childhood though. Friends. I mean she's getting along with Khloe, sort of. Still, I at least always had my brothers. Maybe if we had-"

Keith was silenced as a pillow whacked against his face, "You stop that right now. I'm not going through that all again. We agreed we'd adopt when we settled down more after our next big adventure. It was even your idea. You promised Mephina and the others."

Keith chuckled then moved the pillow away, "I know, I know. And I still will honor that promise…Though, I don't think any adventure will beat that one. Thirteen years in just as many minutes. Thirteen wonderful years."

The Hyur smiled then reached over G'raha, picking up a framed portrait of their family, showing it to his husband beside him. The two leaned in then kissed softly before hunkering down, G'raha pushing his head under Keith's chin while the latter draped his arm over him, clutching the picture tight.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ff xiv #ffxiv miqo'te #g'raha tia #keith summers #wolgraha #graha tia #wolgrahaweek #wolgrahaweek2023 #wolgraha week

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bamfbuddie · 4 years

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Either "Can I sleep here tonight, with you?" Or "I know its 2AM but come outside" please! I'm new to the Buddie world and I'm in deep. I've literally read everything on AO3.

2. “Can I sleep here tonight, with you?” has already been done. Link is right here.

18. “I know it’s like 2 in the morning, but come outside.”

AO3 Link if you prefer

Buck blindly reaches for his phone, squinting at the glaring screen.

“‘ello,” he mumbles, half asleep.

“Buck, baby, I know it’s like two in the morning, but come outside.”

“Eddie?” He pulls the phone away from his ear to look at the screen again and the time before putting it back to his ear.

“Yeah, babe, it’s me, come outside.”

Buck pushes himself up. “Eddie, what is going on? Are you okay?” he asks, putting his feet on the cold floor. He’s functioning purely on instinct at this point.

“I’m okay, bring a jacket.”

Buck frowns, Eddie is being weirdly cryptic and he’s freaking Buck out.

“Okay…” He slips into a pair of pants and grabs his jacket, keys, and wallet before making his way outside his apartment building. He’s going to murder Eddie if this is something stupid.

He tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes as he makes his way over to where Eddie’s truck is parked. Even in his sleepy state Buck can still admire how ravishing Eddie looks. He’s wearing a tight white shirt, and light blue jeans which are starting to wear down from the use. He’s got on a black leather jacket with his hands in his pockets as he leans against his truck waiting for him.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” Buck asks as he gets closer.

Eddie pushes himself off his truck and makes his way closer to Buck, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him.

“Hi,” Eddie whispers against his lips.

Buck frowns. “Did you call me out here to say ‘hi’ to me?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “No, get in the truck.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Buck sighs but gets in the truck.

“Eddie, you gonna tell me where we are going?” Buck asks after a while, noticing they were starting to leave the city, the street lights becoming further and further apart.

“Nope.”

Buck is resisting the urge to strangle his boyfriend. It’s two-thirty in the morning, Buck was forced awake, and practically kidnapped and now Eddie is being cryptic as hell. He’s not in the mood.

“Eddie, seriously? It’s two-thirty in the morning, babe.”

“It’ll be worth it, mi amor,” Eddie replies, reaching over to rest his hand on Buck’s thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

Buck deflates, the hand on the thigh always got him.

After about ten more minutes they pull up into the driveway of an abandoned field. There are no lights in the surrounding area and the only light they have is the bright moon overhead.

Eddie kills the engine and steps outside. “C’mon,” he says.

Buck gives him a look but opens his door and steps out of the truck.

“Eddie, what are we doing here?” He looks around the field. It’s just a bunch of long dead grass.

Eddie beckons him over towards the bed of the truck which Buck now notices is covered with a thin sponge and filled with pillows. Eddie pulls out a couple blankets and tells Buck to hop in.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“C’mon, it’ll be worth it,” Eddie says.

“It’s cold, Eddie.”

“I have hot chocolate.”

Buck sighs and gets in. Eddie gets in and sits beside him, covering them with blankets.

Buck rests his head against Eddie’s chest. “You know we have work tomorrow… or well in about five hours, right?”

“I got us a day off.”

Buck lifts his head off Eddie’s chest. “Why?”

“I think we’ll be too busy celebrating.”

Buck frowns. “Celebrating what?”

Eddie smiles softly. “Happy anniversary, mi amor.”

Oh shit! How could Buck have forgotten?

“Eddie…”

“It’s okay, baby. I know you’ve been stressed.”

Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he should have forgotten their two year anniversary. Shit, he feels like such a jerk.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay, Evan.”

“I love you.”

“I know, I love you too,” Eddie presses his cold lips against Buck’s, tugging him closer. “Hot chocolate?”

Buck snuggles closer to Eddie, shivering slightly. “Please.”

Eddie passes him a mug and fills it with the hot chocolate from the thermos.

“Where’s Christopher?” Buck asks.

“With Abuela. Tía said she would drop him off at school in the morning.”

Buck nods and cuddles into Eddie’s side again. He looks up at the starry sky. He has to admit the lack of light pollution is very appealing out here under the open sky. The stars are ten times brighter. He looks over at Eddie who seems to be glowing under the bright moonlight.

“I love you,” he whispers again before leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you for loving me and being here.”

“Always,” Eddie whispers before leaning over him.

Buck runs his fingers through Eddie’s hair spreading his legs so Eddie could fit between them.

After a couple hours and a couple rounds, they are enjoying the sunrise.

“God, it’s beautiful,” Buck breathes, he takes in the warmth on his skin.

Eddie can’t help but admire the way Buck looks as he gets bathed in the sunlight.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies.

Buck blinks at him before flushing a bright red.

Eddie smiles, kissing his warming cheek.

“I have one more thing for you,” he says, reaching over to grab his discarded jeans.

Buck groans. “Eddie, this was more than enough, you’re gonna make me feel bad for not getting you anything.”

“I think you’re gonna like this one the best, or so I hope…” Eddie trails off nervously.

“What is it?” Buck asks, noticing Eddie’s nervousness.

Eddie pulls something out of his pocket and tosses the jeans away. He shifts so he’s sitting up straighter and more in front of Buck than beside him. He clears his throat and brings his hands in line with Buck’s face.

Buck gasps as Eddie opens the small box in his hands, revealing a simple gold band.

“Eddie…”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Eddie laughs. “Why would I kid about something like this, mi amor?”

“Yes!”

“You didn’t even let me ask, honey.”

“Get on with it then.”

“Well, I had this long giant speech planned out but that all went out the window when I was punched in the gut looking at how beautiful you look in this sunlight.”

“I only look beautiful in the sunlight?” Buck asks, his eyes twinkling.

Eddie huffs a laugh. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

Buck smiles at him.

“So, I’ll keep it short.”

Buck nods.

“Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, would you do me the honour of marrying me?”

“Only if I get to be Evan ‘Buck’ Diaz,” Buck says.

“You don’t want to keep your last name?” Eddie asks in surprise.

“Never held much meaning for me besides, I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding of who Christopher belongs to…”

“Us?” Eddie asks.

“Us,” Buck confirms.

Eddie beams at him. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Buck laughs holding out his hand for Eddie to slide the ring on to his finger.

“Fuck, we’re getting married!” Buck yells, excitedly.

“We’re getting married,” Eddie repeats.

Buck jumps on him and Eddie laughs, wrapping his arms around Buck’s waist.

Fuck, Eddie’s got himself a fiancé.

#buddie #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan diaz #proposal fic #9-1-1 #gem writes #buddie prompts #ask me anything #gem babbles #my writing

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strangest-loser · 4 years

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Twilight Rewrite

Fire in my Blood ~ Jasper Hale X OC ~ Book Two - Chapter One

Book One

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One of the biggest up sides to her new existence meant Alessia didn’t have to wake up early for school anymore. The fact that she didn’t need sleep anymore never stopped her from ‘napping’ because lying down with her eyes closed helped her ground herself and escape the constant feedback her enhanced senses were still receiving. It was getting easier but she still wasn’t totally used to being a newborn. Her life was never boring living with the Cullens, when she wasn’t spending time with Jasper she was with the girls or with Emmet, and when everyone was in school she was with Carlisle studying under his guidance to be a human doctor. And even still when she found no one was in the house she managed to entertain herself by dancing. Her life was good and today was Bella’s birthday. “Tell Bella I said happy birthday and that I’ll see her tonight”, the brunette ordered following her sisters down the stairs. Alice promised to relay the information and left the room with Rosalie as soon as she saw Jasper walking towards the trio, everyone learned the hard way that the newest couple were sickeningly sweet and it was too early for anyone to want to deal with that.

A squeal followed by laughter was ripped from the youngest girl when Jasper swung her around in his arms and eventually set her down capturing her lips in a kiss that Alessia had memorized perfectly at this point. It took way too much self control for her to push her mate away laughing at the pout he wore as she sent him out the door, “You can’t miss any more days or someone is going to kill me,” she fired in retaliation to the wounded puppy act she was getting while looking pointedly at Esme who was in the kitchen, giving Jasper one last kiss goodbye she stood at the door watching the rest of her new siblings and her love drive off into the trees. Walking back up the stairs into the kitchen she spotted Esme watering some flowers on the balcony, today was one of the days that Carlisle had a work day that began before everyone else left for school so Alessia had some time to kill before school got out and Alice managed to rope her into decorating for the party later that night. Her slow ascent through her home had her honey eyes (now the regular Cullen gold) roaming the artwork along the walls. Her morning was spent cleaning up the books that littered the floor in her and Jasper's bedroom (she spent a lot of time reading now that she couldn't leave the house, having to pretend to be dead and all) and tidying up the rest of the house while Esme painted in the attic, Alessia still felt extremely grateful that Carlisle and Esme had opened their home to her after the accident, she wanted to be a gracious houseguest and in her mind it was the least she could do.

Light shone through the trees into the study that she now began to share with Carlisle as he mentored her through her medical studies. Alessia walked to the glass desk that sat against the window and opened the medical notebook sitting on top of the pile of books stacked on the corner. The well-loved leather cover opened to show yellowed pages with lines of perfect medical notes with accurate diagrams. Carlisle spent centuries putting them together and Alessia was now learning from the man and she couldn't be more grateful for it, she would attend medical school once she could get to grips with a new identity. Hours of study were interrupted by the sound of Alice bounding up the stairs ripping Alessia out of her thoughts of medical sciences. "Come on Alessia we have a party to organise!" The pixie girl sang out pulling the brunette behind he down to the living room to put up the decorations that had been sitting in boxes in the corner all week. The room only took about 45 minutes to finish when Emmet joined them (the sight of tiny Alice sitting on top of the shoulders of Emmet 'the giant' yelling at him to hand her decorations to hang from the ceiling had everyone in stitches laughing).

As night fell the music started and Alessia felt her excitement grow when she could hear a car pull into the driveway, standing with Jasper at her side she was bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for her baby sister to come into view, it had been a while since she had seen her. Alessia smiled at Bella being dragged into view by a very excited Alice and by the look on her face her sister may just forgive her for telling the family when her birthday was in the first place. Waiting wasn't Alessia's strong point so as soon as Carlisle and Esme had greeted the birthday girl Alessia scooped her sister into a hug that neither really wanted to escape from, it wasn't until she heard a certain sly comment about "dating an older woman" coming from Emmet's mouth, who was speaking to Edward on the stairs that Alessia pulled away from the hold to smack him on the head, "That's my baby you are talking about". Anymore conversation was interrupted by Alice calling for presents to be handed out. The brunette took this time to return to Bella's side wanting to experience her sisters awkward torture up close. She gave Rosalie a kind smile for the necklace, she was trying at least. And Emmet got in trouble again for dissing the truck.

Alessia could hear the slice of the paper working into the skin of Bella's finger, she felt every layer being slit open and the blood that erupted from the wound smelled like an iron factory. The room took all of 3 seconds to errupt into chaos. After Edward launched Bella into a goddamn table Alessia didn't think of anything other than keeping Bella safe, reaching out to guide her away from the situation she was met with resistance and a warning snarl from Edward while the rest of the family members worked to get Jasper out of the room and away from Bella. Pure rage ran through Alessia and she had no understanding of the pure authority that came through the hiss that she let out, causing everyone, Edward and Jasper included to stop and take a step away from her. Carlisle managed to get the situation under control which was good because Alessia still kept a deadly stare locked on Edward and as far as she was concerned if he tried to pull another stunt like that the only person dying tonight would be him. Carlisle forced Edward out to calm down Jasper and while Alessia's whole body was screaming at her to find and comfort her mate, her sister was the priority right now.

Carlisle snapped her out of her rage and Alessia realised that this was the first time she was around human blood, sniffing the air and looking at the red liquid she didn't feel anything other than the need to get the glass shards out of Bella's arms. "I'm fine Carlisle, I promise," left her lips as she slowly helped Bella up the stairs to the study.

As weird and morbid as it sounded Alessia loved giving stitches. It was rhythmic and mindless and she was really good at it. Sue Clearwater had taught her how to sew and embroider when she was a kid during the summers after she stopped going to Phoenix, and that knowledge came in handy now as she and Carlisle worked in tandem, the older man picking the glass out and cleaning the slashes in her arms while Alessia took the black thread and slowly stitched perfect rows to keep them closed so they could heal. She was deaf to the conversation currently going on between Bella and Carlisle but the few words that did reach her meant that Carlisle was telling Bella about his work around human blood. Alessia finished up her final stitches and smiled down at Bella like she remembered Renée doing whenever she scraped her knees as a kid. Laying a kiss on her little sisters forehead she whispered to her. "I'm sorry about Jasper, he didn't mean to scare you I promise, it's just difficult for him sometimes." With the apology hanging in the air she slid off the metal bench she was sharing with Bella and walked out the door to find Edward leaning against the wall. His attempt to enter the room was stopped by Alessia's hand holding him to the wall. Her anger had flared back up and her voice was icy, her message was very clear. "Whatever claim you think you have on Bella you had better quit it right now, you are only with her because she lets you, because she likes you, whatever idiotic thought you have running through your mind telling you that you could ever stop me from protecting her is wrong and you had better get rid of it fast. Let's get one thing clear, that is my baby sister in there. In the people that are important in her life you and I don't even sit on the same list. I am her fucking sister. You ever try that stunt and insinuate that I would ever hurt a hair on her head again and I will rip you to pieces." Her threat was followed by yet another growl that had the boy in front of her looking away from her eyes. Her arm pushed her away from the Cullen boy and down the hall without a second glance.

The air was nice out and the stars weren't blocked by any clouds tonight. Alessia took her time walking out into the trees surrounding the house until she came to the trunk that her mate was sitting on. "You had better stop moping around now, Bella is fine." Her sweet tone snapped Jasper's attention to the beautiful girl walking towards him, smiling despite the absolute fiasco that went down not 30 minutes ago. She didn't have to have have her boyfriend's empathic powers to feel the guilt radiating off his frame. "I could have killed her," was all he mumbled looking at the sky, not meeting the golden eyes staring back at him. Alessia let out a sigh that was dramatic enough to pull a laugh from both of them before she sat at Jasper's side, pulling his hands into her own and playing with his fingers. "Honest question, when you look at Bella is your first thought 'I want to murder this chick in cold blood and feast on her organs'?" She burst out laughing at the complete horror and disgust on his face and took that as a no. "I am fully aware that you would never hurt Bella. You cannot blame yourself for what happened. You are so good around blood and I honestly am so proud of you, but accidents happen Jas. You didn't hurt anyone tonight and that's what matters." Alessia switched her fingers out for her lips and laid a soft kiss on his wrist where his pulse should be. It was an ironic little display of affection the two shared in times where the other was deeply distressed, Jasper had done it more than enough times when Alessia was still getting used to her new body and got upset by the overstimulation her brain was receiving from her enhanced senses, and since then it was a way for the two to let the other know that they were always gonna be there.

Their silent adoration of each other was broken up by Alessia suddenly jumping to her feet and pulling her man up with her "come on, were going away for a while." She was spontaneous and was always the first person to suggest that a problem should be solved with an adventure. She had dragged everyone she knew into her endeavours at least once. Jasper learned very early into their relationship that he couldn't say no to Alessia, that and when she did something to help someone or cheer someone up, she was usually right. Following the small trail back to the house she saw that Edwards car was already gone meaning Bella was back at home. The doors opened to Alice smiling at her best friend and her brother, an idea sparked in her mind, "Alice, pack your bags were going on a road trip."

Jasper found it hard to keep his eyes on the road and not let them drift over to the brunette in the passenger seat talking animatedly with Alice who was in the back about anything and everything that came to their minds. He truly had lucked out with the woman he loved. Everything about Alessia amazed him and he knew that their attraction to each other wasn't just because their vampiric bodies had chosen the other as a mate, part of the reason Jasper had avoided her for so long was that he couldn't really control himself around the pretty girl from his history class and didn't want to risk outing himself as a blood sucking vampire to her on day three of knowing her, that and she was so insanely smart that she matched him in most topics pertaining to the American civil war onwards (and he lived through the damn thing). Alessia was beautiful, intelligent, kind and level-headed while also being goofy, clumsy and a little bit inappropriate and hilarious, she was protective of people she cared about and trusting of people until she was given a reason not to be. She had faults like her quick temper and occasional naiveté but she didn't try to bury them or justify them, she wore them proud. She was confident enough to command the respect of the people who knew her but kind and gracious enough to have earned every ounce of respect she received. He thought she was perfect and he wouldn't hesitate to tell anyone that he really was in love.

Alessia could list the things she thought about Jasper Hale on both hands and not even scratch the surface. Spending almost every hour of her new existance next to him may seem suffocating to most people but it just let the two learn everything they could about each other, late nights were spent with Alessia learning everything she could about the world she had now been reborn into and Jasper in particular wanted her to be educated on and wary of The Volturi. But it wasn't until one rainy day about 4 months into her new life that Jasper told her about his own past. He told her about his life as a human, how he loved his mother Catherine and that he had two younger siblings of his own, Alexander and Daisy. She told him of his days as a soldier and that he fought for the south, if not purely for the fact of that's where he was born and his father was fighting for them too. And he told her about Maria. Alessia found herself falling in love with the man who told her stories every day about his life and the people in it. She admired his gift and made sure to tell him every chance she got how she was proud that he could push past the memory of all the newborn army emotions, all the pain he felt come from those kids, and use the one thing he thought of as a curse to do some good wherever he could (even if it was just to stop Alessia from ripping Edward's head off when he got a bit too melodramatic). When she first met him Alessia had to do a double take because holy shit the new guy was hot and he had an accent, but she was content to go about her life not speaking to him if that's what he wanted, she couldn't force friendship. Alessia just felt relief that Jasper had spoken to her a few months ago, because if he hadn't she might still be blissfully unaware of what her world was actually full of. And she definitely wouldn't be sitting in a car on the way to nowhere in particular with the man she loved and her best friend in the world.

Their drive lasted into the early hours of the morning and at around 5am they reached Portland and pulled into a hotel along the highway. While their rooms were checked into the trio started walking around the undisturbed suburbs talking and laughing. Alice pulled a camera out of nowhere and the night got more fun with Alice and Alessia posing for silly pictures around the streets they walked, it took a few minutes but the girls managed to convince jasper to take one of the two of them lying in the road just before the sun started to come up on the horizon, before long the incident that had caused Jasper so much internal conflict had been forgotten. With the city starting to wake up the gang made their way back to their hotel rooms to hide out from the sunny day that was scheduled. Not that it bothered Alessia at all, she had Jasper to keep her company (Alice was extremely thankful for her own hotel room).

It was later that afternoon when Alessia got a call from Carlisle. It was urgent so the managed to pull herself out of the hotel bed and slide on the t-shirt Jasper was wearing earlier before calling Carlisle back to listen to the situation. To say that she was pissed was an understatement. Jasper barely had time to dress himself before he was dragged back to the car along with his sister by his mate who was for lack of a better term seeing red. The whole drive home was silent and both siblings knew better than to ask Alessia what had happened (Alice already knew). They pulled up at the house by dinner time and Alessia slammed the door of the car, pacing up the front steps past Rosalie who was carrying a box towards a movers van, "Where the hell is he?!"

The rest of the Cullens stood in the living room packing and no one moved to stop her when she basically jumped Edward sending his ass skidding along the floor. "You have about 5 seconds to explain to me what the hell you have just done or I swear to god I will destroy you."

"I told her we were leaving," Edward mumbled electing not to move from his new home on the floor for his own safety. "SO YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT JUST BECAUSE ONE THING DIDN'T GO YOUR WAY LAST NIGHT YOU HAVE DECIDED TO PACK EVERYTHING UP AND THROW A TODDLER TANTRUM ABANDONING THE ONE PERSON YOU CLAIM TO LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD?!" Alessia screamed causing everyone in the room to flinch slightly. Edwards excuse died on his tongue with one look at the furious girl who stood over him. "Do you have any idea what this could do to her?, You claim to care about her soul when all you care about is getting to live out your little fantasy of having a human girlfriend for a few decades until she grows old and dies is that it? Are you gonna look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?" She yelled her anger flaring up once again. She was gonna break something and she really hoped it got to be Edwards head right now. "How about this then Edward, she is not your property, she is her own person with her own choices. She is doing you a favour by waiting until you feel comfortable enough to change her. I didn't get a say in my transformation but all Bella wants is to be with you, I can't for the life of me figure out why but she is in love with you. You gaslighting her and telling her you are protecting her soul as an excuse to leave whenever you don't get your own way is sickening and I swear that you would already be ash if I didn't think that it would kill her." No one around the room dared to try and step in her way when she was like this (Emmet thought the whole situation was hilarious) and with a final look at the boy sitting in front of her Alessia snarled at him "If you want to leave that's fine, but you stay the hell away from me, and don't think that for one second Bella isn't strong enough to move on, and when she does you will never be allowed to take that away from her."

Her brown hair flicked with her sharp body movement and she stomped up the stairs to begin packing her own belongings into boxes. The footsteps that Alessia heard follow her were softer than the familiar thump of Jasper's shoes and she wasn't expecting Esme to peek her head in the door and find her on the floor surrounded by books. "Was I wrong in what I said?" The young girl sighed looking up at the motherly gaze that was trailed on her, the anger in her voice traded out for dejection and worry. She had never exploded like that, even with her short fuse. That and she had no way to contact Bella so she couldn't say goodbye to her sister. Esme sat down on the bed before letting herself chuckle under her breath, "I think you were absolutely right actually, I just don't appreciate fighting between my children."

Alessia wanted to smile at Esme referring to her as one of her own but her mind felt guilty for causing chaos when Carlisle and Esme must have already been extremely stressed with the move. She crawled into the bed sitting next to the woman she had always admired and mumbled a small apology for her actions. Esme simply smiled fondly and squeezed her shoulder, "There is nothing to apologize for Alessia", before beginning to help her pack everything away. She understood why they had to leave, but she didn't have to like it.

The forest was quiet that night and while the last of the boxes were being packed by the boys Alessia took the time to go and get some of her own things from her house. Walking through the woods she stumbled upon a familiar track that flowed through the trees and eventually opened onto her yard. She had walked this path hundreds of times but never once had she encountered Bella lying on the forest ground shivering from the cold. Every inch of Alessia's body filled with a dread that weighed her body like concrete as she sprinted to her sister, "Bella, BELLA!" She cried shaking the limp girl lying on the ground. Panic began to set in because she knew she couldn't do anything to help, Alessia showing up at her home from the dead would probably cause Charlie to have a stroke but Bella wasn't waking up and she was freezing cold. Rustling in the trees made her snap her head up to see the one person she absolutely did not want to see staring back at her. Sam Uley stood at the treeline two feet away from the girls wearing a look of disgust at the sight of the older girl, and as much as Alessia wanted to rip his face off (the feeling was mutual) there was no time and Bella was more important than whatever beef Alessia had with the dog. "Help her" she muttered before laying a kiss on Bella's temple and stepping back to let Sam pick her up and carry her back down the trail. Alessia followed at a distance getting to the end of the trees seeing the flashing red and blue lights, thank god Charlie was looking for her. It took all of 15 minutes before an ambulance had whisked Bella off to the hospital and the lot emptied, only silence was left. With everyone gone Alessia let herself in to her bedroom. Bella had told her about a month ago that Charlie kept her room locked up and didn't go in there, the memory of his oldest being too painful to keep reliving, so Alessia was sure that he wouldn't notice some of her stuff missing. The window slid shut behind her and looking around the room she had seen that it was tidied, probably Bella again. Cardboard boxes and a few suitcases were pulled out of the closet and Alessia began to pack clothes, books, photographs and other things she couldn't bare to leave behind, her awards for dance and school stayed up on her walls but she took photographs of them all. By the time she had finished she had three large boxes sitting at the end of her bed and her room looked only slightly emptier than when she had walked in, she didn't want to leave her whole world behind but she didn't really have another option. Hearing her window slide open again she was met with Emmet standing in her room. The two of them were close no doubt and out of all the Cullens they were the ones that most resembled siblings with how they treated each other, Emmet could tell she was hurting. His strong hand on her shoulder let her steel her nerves again and while he and Jasper (who had joined them from the car out front) began to bring the boxes back out through the window Alessia stood at her desk to write a note.

Bella,

I honestly don't know if we will ever come back. It's imperative that we leave for everyone's safety, because if the Volturi think that we have become suspicious to the humans they won't hesitate to destroy us. Take care of Charlie, he worries a lot but it's because he loves you. Make sure he knows that my 'accident' wasn't his fault and that I love him with everything I have. That goes for you too, you may be 18 now but you are still my baby star. I don't know if I will ever see you again, but I will be thinking about you for the rest of time. I love you.

Alessia.

Sliding her own window closed she made her way up to Bella's window and slid into the room. It was messy and the photo album was still on the bed from last night. Without thinking about her situation for too long she slid the envelope between Bella's laptop and the desk and made her exit again. Looking back at he front door she finally let it sink in that this would be the last time she would ever see her home or her family. Jasper stood at her side and he could feel the ocean of grief that covered his love in that moment, but he didn't try to manipulate what she was feeling, he knew she wouldn't want that. It was Alessia who turned first and slid into the back seat of the car with Jasper on her tail, Rosalie and Emmet sat up front and without a glance back at her old life the truck engine roared to life and Emmet pulled away and drove off into the night, passing a lone police cruiser pulling into the driveway.

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Alessia has mad beef with Edward but can we blame her 😂

I hope this chapter gave a little bit more insight to Alessia and Jasper's relationship and you also got a small glimpse into Alessia's developing powers.

Chapter Two coming soon and let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist.

Aoife.

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sonicasura · 4 years

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I had a dream one night. It was a battle between a Pokemon Trainer and her partner Chomp the Snorlax against...

Jotaro Kujo and Star Platinum.

Yes. These two. How does it turn out? Read down below.

Mitsuru was called many things in her life. Queen of Contest Battles, Snorlax Lover, Toxic Freak and such. Yet, in her life, she was never called a Stand User. The young 17 year old Pokemon Trainer had found herself in some strange place called Singapore and noticed the large absence of Pokemon, creatures of her world. She also kept getting uncomfortable looks by the people staring at her hair and outfit.

She was born with purple hair with a large flare like white splotch at the front almost like a Toxel's. Her clothes were more punk with a black cassock with spike like rimmings, a yellow vest like drape over it with a thunderbolt pattern, a Snorlax hat that the blue of it was dyed purple and a necklace holding a blue and yellow X ball that to many unaware was a Quick Ball.

This type of item or Pokeball held one of her aces when it came to Pokemon Battles but also her childhood friend. Deciding to explore the peculiar town, she ran into a creepy man called Rubber Soul. It was a very odd name and the guy gave her a very bad vibe. She told him to leave her alone since he had been following her for less than an hour. Next thing she knew, the creep attacked her with some kind of yellow slime he called 'Yellow Temperance'.

Luckily he chose to attack her in a wide empty space so it didn't draw much attention to send the asshole flying with her partner, Chomp the Snorlax. Snorlax were very large bear like Pokemon easily recognized by their blue fur and light peach face and underbelly along with stubby feet and cat like ears. Mitsuru had grew up with Chomp in her home of Galar so the 18 ft tall Pokemon was a powerhouse. Yeah, he was way bigger than the average Snorlax.

Rubber Soul had a look of pure horror seeing Chomp before he was sent flying with a Giga Impact straight into the bay. This was how she found herself in her current predicament. The 17 year old girl looked at her large partner who seemed happy with himself. "Good job sending that creep flying Chomp. I didn't know what the yellow slime was but I'm just glad your ok." Mitsuru said looking at her partner. "Snorlax." Chomp answered happily.

"No way, another Stand User?!" Mitsuru turned to see a group of men run into the empty space where she and her partner stood. An old man dressed like Indiana Jones, a guy in green with a large noodle curl, a man with a tower of white hair on his head and broken heart earrings, a dark skinned man with his hair in top knots but the punk guy got her interest.

He was tall around 6'5, buff as all hell and a nice ass to boot, ocean blue eyes clear as the waters of Lake Axewell, curly dark hair under a black hat topped with gold pins, an open black coat pierced with a gold chain by the collar showing a grass green shirt tight on his chest, two colored belts with one orange and the other blue, expensive black slacks and boots. "What's going on Chomp?" Mitsuru asked only for the Snorlax to shrug.

"That's a big fella right there! Bet he could flatten a truck like a pancake." The guy with pole hair shouted. "Do you need something? If not, Chomp and I will be going." Mitsuru said getting ready to walk away with her partner. "Where do you think your going?" She turned to face the delinquent who asked. "What's with the attitude? You guys are looking at me like I'm public enemy number 1! And I don't even know you." Mitsuru asked clearly getting aggravated.

"You're a Stand User. That fact alone means we can't leave you alone. You could be working for Dio for all we know. Dumb bitch." The delinquent said earning a glare from Chomp. Mitsuru however look triggered with her face red with pure rage. "Excuse me?! Dumb bitch?! Do you want to fight asshole?! You just earned yourself a battle!" Mitsuru roared as Chomp couldn't help but agree.

"Snorlax!" Chomp roared glaring down at the teen. "Old man and the three stooges go to the sidelines. Unless you want to accidentally get caught in the crossfire. It's a one on one battle. As for you Bitchboy, what's your name? Challengers must always give their name to the opponent." Mitsuru said as the 4 men didn't hesitate to get out of her line of fire. The teen looked a bit taken aback by her attitude but merely hid it.

"It's Jotaro Kujo." Suddenly a large buff purple warrior with flowing black hair, gold shoulder pads, black fingerless gloves, capped chim, knee high boots, loincloth and bright ocean blue eyes emerged from the male's body. "And this is my Stand, Star Platinum." Jotaro spoke as Star let out a loud battle cry that sounded like he was shouting 'Ora'. "Mitsuru Toxele and this is my partner Chomp, a Snorlax. I don't know what the hell is a Stand or Stand User but don't think for a second I'm backing down!" Mitsuru shouted as Chomp let out his own battle cry.

"Guy in green. You can start the battle." Mitsuru said as the guy in green or Kakyoin nodded reluctantly. "Let the battle begin!" Kakyoin called although sounding a bit confused. Star Platinum shot forward at Chomp baring a fist for an attack. "Chomp! Block it then counter with Brick Break!" Mitsuru called the Snorlax held his ground arms held up as a shield. Star Platinum let out a barrage of high speed punches shouting ora with every attack.

Despite blocking Chomp definitely felt the powerful hits but didn't back down. His right arm like paw glowed white before slapping Star across the face. Jotaro's face also turned like he got slapped too. 'What the hell? I felt Star's jaw breaking yet mine didn't. I still feel a lot of pain but not as much as I should be.' Jotaro thought as Star skidded across the ground. The Stand got up and fixed its jaw before looking back at Chomp.

Chomp's arms were lightly scratched and with few small bruises. "Holy hell! He took an onslaught of Star Platinum's punches and doesn't look that much bothered! Then that glowing fist looked really painful!" Pole hair or Polnareff called out. "Our turn! Use Gyro Ball!" That got heads turning as Chomp spun on his foot like ballerina before rotating so fast he became a giant ball shaped twister while silver light spun around him.

Star was too confused at the bad logic of the move to avoid Chomp as the Snorlax slammed into him like a heavy metal beyblade. The result? Star Platinum was sent flying into the wooden fence while Jotaro got the air knocked out of him. 'Fuck! That was much stronger than that last attack! Yet, I'm not getting any one of Star's injuries. Is it because her Chomp, this Snorlax isn't a Stand?' Jotaro thought to himself.

He could clearly see that Mitsuru and Chomp were fighting in sync. Almost like that of a Stand and their user but all of her commands had been all vocal. Not mental like how Stands mainly operate. Star Platinum pulled himself from the hole he made and rushed forward at Chomp once more. The Snorlax couldn't block fast enough earning a powerful blow to the head and upper chest. "Chomp!" Mitsuru called out as the Snorlax skidded across the ground but still remained on his feet.

He rubbed his cheek as if imitating wiping blood off his mouth before giving Star an impressed smirk. Chomp definitely was going to have a few bruises but clearly looked happy taking some serious damage. It was understandable for the Snorlax's case since in every battle he fought until now, no physical move barely scratched him. To get this much injuries despite how little it was got the Snorlax all pumped up. "Snorlax!" Chomp roared out.

"You seem to be quite pumped! This battle clearly got you all fired up huh bud? Then let's take it up a notch! Giga Impact!" Mitsuru called out. Chomp suddenly charged at Star Platinum with speed of a rampaging bull as a purple blazing aura and orange light spiralled around the Pokemon. "He's like a giant elephant amongst a large stampede! Get out of the way Jojo!" The top knot haired man or Avdol called out.

Star Platinum attempted to grab Chomp and try to stop his charge but the Snorlax easily overpowered the Stand sending it flying into the air. "Time for you to get a taste of our finisher!" Mitsuru called out revealing a white bracelet that held a blue gemstone with a pawprint on it. "What's that? Some sort of bracelet?" The old man or Joseph asked. "Prepare to get a taste of our Z-Move!" Mitsuru shouted as her and Chomp began to move in sync. "Z-Move??!" All 5 called out at the same time.

They moved their arms to have it make a upward slanted line before moving the upper elbows across forming a Z. Chomp's closed eyes flashed demonically as all 5 men knew nothing good was going to come out of it. "Pulverizing Pancake!!" With those two words Chomp sped off towards Star Platinum faster than a bullet. "OH MY GOD!!! HE'S GOING EVEN FASTER THAN LAST TIME!" Joseph shouted in pure horror.

Mitsuru pointed up with both hands as Chomp leapt high into the air way higher than he should be able to from the guys' point of view. "Yare yare daze." Jotaro said as Chomp body slammed Star into the ground. The crash exploding out huge bursts of dust and dirt creating a large dust cloud. It cleared to reveal Jotaro lying on his back clearly shell shocked by the carnage or the fact his Stand just got fattened by a 200 ton Pokemon.

Chomp picked himself off the ground to reveal a cartoon style pancaked Star Platinum with spirals on his eyes signifying defeat. "Ora…" The poor Stand clearly going feel that in the morning. "That looks so painful! Star Platinum is practically flatter than a piece of paper right now!" Polnareff exclaimed looking at the poor Stand's state. "Luckily all that punishment didn't get reflected onto Jotaro. Apparently battling Mitsuru's Snorlax only made him feel Star Platinum's pain not actually taking it." Avdol deduced clearly intrigued by that fact.

Chomp picked up Star and shook him a bit unflattening the Stand while Mitsuru helped pick up Jotaro. "What do we learn about calling me a dumb bitch for no reason?" Mitsuru asked with a wicked glare in her eyes. "Yare yare daze. To...not do it." Jotaro muttered reluctantly. "Good! I eat this if I were you. You too as well Star and same for you Chomp." Mitsuru said before tossing a yellow almost pear like fruit to Jotaro, Star Platinum and Chomp.

Chomp ate it in one go as his energies faded causing Jotaro and Star to follow his lead. Both had shot up to their feet with a jolt before eating the rest of fast enough that the trainer thought they were going to choke. "Whoa! What kind of fruit is that to make someone like Jotaro eat it if it was his last meal?!" Joseph exclaimed as the other three looked equally both surprised and interested.

"It's a Sitrus Berry. Helps restore the eater's lost energy and heal a good chunk of their wounds. I keep tons of them on me since its Chomp's favorite fruit and in case of emergencies when I'm out of medical supplies." Mitsuru answered not making a big deal out of it. "Keep a bunch of healing berries in your bag? Who in the world even are you?" Kakyoin asked.

"*sigh* My name is Mitsuru Toxele. I'm a Pokemon Trainer from Monostke City in the Galar Region. This is my partner and first Pokemon Chomp. People at home call me 'Just Desserts' because those who challenge me find out the hard way that they 'took a bite too much.' Guess you can say me and Chomp are out of this world." She said with a smile before high fiving her partner. 'A bite too much indeed.'

Yes. Snorlax can't learn Gyro Ball but this came from a dream of course. As a friend of mine quoted about Chomp: That's one deadly Snorlax.' Move Set is Brick Break, Body Slam(Pulverizing Pancake), Giga Impact and Gyro Ball. If Snorlax can learn Gyro Ball then he'll pretty much bench press the entire game! Have a good Thanksgiving guys!

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dexondefense · 5 years

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p l e a s e write tater/snowy content I'm begging you

Anon you’re the only person in this fandom I respect because that is my FAVORITE ship right now. Like I love it way too much for one of those characters only speaking like 4 times in all of canon. I’ve got so many fic ideas and it’s happening. In the meantime here are some of my top thoughts about these two:

Snowy came up from the AHL a year before Tater joined the team and they latched onto each other pretty quickly.

It turned out they both liked Star Wars and Snowy invited Tater over to watch it, and he put on Russian subtitles before Tater could decide if it was too embarrassing to ask. It was a super small gesture, the absolute bare minimum, but Tater had been in America for a few weeks and it was exhausting trying to translate everything all the time and some of the guys weren’t very subtle about their lack of patience with him, and Snowy didn’t seem to mind that it took him a few extra seconds to get his words out and he was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen and it just put it over the edge and Tater decided he was his favorite from there on out.

Every curse word Tater knows in English, and every one that Snowy knows in Russian they learned from each other.

As I have said before, Snowy has a Snapchat and it is exclusively for sending things to Tater. He will not give it to anyone else.

Tater is the only one who can put up with Snowy’s particular brand of pretension when it comes to art/music/whiskey/whatever Snowy is into that week, and no one knows how or why.

Snowy accepts helmet touches and shoulder bumps on the ice but as soon as they’re off he is adamant that no one touch him. Tater being the exception to that rule is a surprise to no one. The couple of times he physically lifted Snowy off of the ground and got nothing more than a grumbled complaint however, were.

After a few beers, or after a particularly hard fought game, Snowy has been known to let Tater full on cuddle him on whoever’s couch they end up on. Or in their hotel room bed. Whatever.

They will occasionally go a few days barely interacting, but they’re always somehow near each other. Sometimes that means sitting behind each other on the bus instead of beside, but that’s good enough.

When Jack showed up, Snowy was 100% not jealous at all of how much time Tater spent with him and how he never seemed to shut up about fucking Zimmbonni. It was fine, Snowy’s chill, it’s good, it’s fUCKING FINE STOP ASKING.

Before Jack was signed, and especially before he came out and PR had a long talk with everyone about being respectful, there were more than a few hushed discussions and even a few dollars changing hands in bets on what exactly was going on with Tater and Snowy when no one else was around.

The two of them were pretty oblivious to what everyone else was saying, but they both may or may not have been a little smitten with one another and desperately trying to hide it.

Tater thinks Snowy is the most attractive man he’s ever met and has on occasion gotten tripped up with his English when it’s just the two of them and Snowy’s stubble’s gotten a little overgrown and his voice goes all soft with exhaustion.

Snowy is wildly attracted to Tater’s giant dopey grin and his big hands that he likes to fling everywhere and the way he looks with a couple buttons undone and his gold chain showing. He’s really mad about it.

He’s also used to the guys being protective of him on the ice. It’s kind of part of the game. But the feeling that hit him the first time he watched Tater lift someone with one hand and curse at them in Russian for knocking into him on the ice never really never left him and he still doesn’t know how to handle it.

They both can’t quite believe how lucky they are to even know the other, let alone be friends.

The unfortunate thing is both of them are actually pretty difficult guys to read. Tater is so physically affectionate with everyone that it’s difficult to tell what the different between him flirting and him just being friendly is. Snowy is so reserved that it’s hard to get a read on anything he’s actually thinking. It’s very stupid and very tragic and they just keep missing each others cues

*Both of them curled up pressed against each other on Tater’s couch at 11 PM on a Saturday night with no intention of going anywhere else, watching a comedy on Netflix. Snowy ordered Chinese and he had Tater’s order memorized, and Tater brought Snowy’s favorite wine. Snowy’s head is on Tater’s chest and Tater’s running his fingers through Snowy’s hair. Both of them: I wish he liked me :(

They’re both romantic idiots.

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alloverthegaf · 6 years

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If you're still taking prompts, I'd like to send in again "Jarvis finds a secret OP in a certain mountain, while scanning for irregularities in the military dealings with STARK industries." Aka. Tony finds the Stargate. I'm still interested in reading that ^^

You are insanely patient and kind for how long you waited for me to write this my dude, thank you, and thanks for sending it again and reminding me of it because I was so in love with the idea. Hopefully this makes it up to you because this is definitely the longest thing I’ve written in a while, especially in one sitting. I had SO much fun developing the universe for this one too, and have a couple of vague ideas to maybe add to it in the future.

FYI we’re pretending the Marvel and Stargate timelines match up, don’t question it.

“Sir.”

Tony looks up from his welding torch, shoving the goggles away from his eyes. “What have you got, J?”

A second’s hesitation, which is enough by JARVIS’ standards to have Tony apprehensive. “A problem, Sir.”

Tony leans back in his chair, rolling slightly with the momentum. Well, that’s no surprise. He’s spent the past month and a half tracking down all organisations and branches of military connected to Stark Industries - or rather, he’s had JARVIS track them down - in his ongoing mission to right the wrongs of his war-mongering past. His main goal since the whole terrible clash with Obie has been to put the last scraps of his violent profiteering to rest, and that involves sifting through everyone who’s ever bought a single gun designed by his hands, evaluating their need for his weapons, analysing the actions made, the ambitions desired by his previous customers. In some cases, mostly private militant groups and a number of organisations Tony likes to think even the old him would never have dealt with if it hadn’t been Obie doing the deals and shaking the hands, it’s a simple enough decision; recall what was sold, reimburse them for their troubles, and sic the most well paid lawyers in America on them if they try to fight it.

In other areas, it’s a great deal more complicated, areas like the army where it’s not as simple as taking back what he made and leaving them to fend for themselves. Some few, like the Air Force where Rhodey not only has a great deal of influence but has spent half of his life fighting for, he leaves alone.

JARVIS has been going periodically through every customer on the extensive list and making evaluations of his own to triage the ones that Tony needs to go over. After some thought Tony had confirmed that he should go through all branches of the Air Force as well, because while Rhodey believes in them and he believes in Rhodey, he knows his best friend’s reach is not infinite.

“What kind of problem?”

“I have tracked a number of Personal Defence Weapons to a Top Secret Air Force facility in Colorado. It claims to be a Deep Space Radar Telemetry unit but all information regarding the outfit is classified.”

Tony raises an eyebrow. JARVIS isn’t one to let a little thing like ‘classified’ stop him. “So de-classify it.”

“I did, Sir.”

Another hesitation. Tony feels his curiosity piqued. “Do you want a drum roll?”

JARVIS doesn’t respond, simply throws up the very secret, very illegally obtained files on the nearest screen. Tony cocks his head towards it and rolls his chair closer. Five minutes of reading and Tony finds himself checking to make sure it’s not April 1st.

“Am I not giving you enough attention, JARVIS? You playing pranks on your old man now?”

“I assure you, Sir, this is all directly from the Air Force database.”

Tony goes back to the files. “Hmm.”

The klaxon is ringing in his ears, accompanied by a rhythmic ‘intruder alert’ as Daniel rushes through the grey corridors of Stargate Command. It’s a testament to just how long he’s spent in this facility that he no longer gets lost, so many levels and hallways all so eerily identical it’s as if they were specifically designed to spin you in circles.

Jack insists it’s simply because the Air Force “has a boner for boring”. Daniel had rolled his eyes at the comment, but secretly he’d agreed.

It’s not the more common alarm warning of an off-world activation, and that more than anything has Daniel on edge. Perhaps he should find some kind of relief in the fact that there isn’t a System Lord currently trying to bash their way through the Iris, but that situation at least is familiar. They’ve never had someone actually break into the mountain from the more Earthly side before. Their security’s too good for that. Which means whoever’s managed to push their way in must be better.

Daniel’s first suspicion is NID. He’s deeply hoping he’s wrong. He’s had about enough of them to last two lifetimes.

He turns the corner and finds a row of airmen stationed in front of the elevator doors, guns raised and at the ready. General Hammond stands behind them, Jack at his side.

It takes a moment for Daniel to register that whatever team has managed to find their way past the SGC’s defences - or blast their way through, and thinking of the friendly corporal who’d waved him through the front gate this morning he sincerely hopes it’s the former option - are now using the elevator. As he reaches Jack’s side and takes in the steady line of guns pointed at the doors, he wonders if he’s missing some kind of tactical psych out tactic the enemy has employed, or if they simply made it this far on sheer dumb luck.

Jack gives him the side-eye, his own gun held steady in his hands. “Daniel.”

Daniel gives him the side-eye right back. “Jack.”

“Any reason you’ve volunteered yourself for the first line of defence?”

Years of experience has Daniel recognising the reproach for what it is, and years of experience has him waving it off with ease. “We might be able to negotiate.”

Jack doesn’t even try to hide the full bodied sigh at that response. “You might get your head blown off.”

Daniel shrugs. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

The elevator dings, the sound obnoxiously bright and cheery in the circumstances, and Jack’s eyes flit back, laser focused. The gun in his hands is raised and Daniel notices with a mix of appreciation and irritation that he steps forward and to the right slightly, putting himself in Daniel’s line of fire.

The room holds their breath, then the doors open, and -

“Iron Man?” one of the men in front whispers with something that sounds embarrassingly like awe. Jack’s eyes narrow and Daniel’s mouth drops open.

The red and gold suit steps forward once, twice, and raises its hands in a peaceful gesture. “Hey. I heard you were having a party.”

It certainly sounds like Stark’s voice, modulated as it is through the suit’s speakers. General Hammond recovers first, demanding “reveal yourself immediately.”

Surprisingly, he does. First the faceplate flips up, showing Tony Stark’s handsome face and iconic facial hair, before the rest of the suit opens. Daniel watches with wide eyes as the panels fold back on themselves and Stark steps out smoothly in a suit that even from this distance he can tell costs more than a month’s rent. “Mister Stark,” Hammond says warily. “This is a top secret facility and upon breaking in you have violated - “

“Yes, yes, I know, big trouble,” says Stark with a flippant wave of his hand. “Feel free to arrest me. I’m sure the media will just love to get my statement on why the Air Force are throwing me in a cell.”

“Is that a threat, Stark?” Jack asks, unamused. Unlike some of the greener men in the room, he’s clearly far from awestruck of the celebrity - and superhero - who’s just crashed his way into Cheyenne Mountain.

“I’m actually hoping we can avoid all the threatening and grand-standing,” he replies. “I’m not here to fight.” He grimaces, just a hint apologetic, and gestures to the suit standing behind him as he says “uh, despite appearances.”

“It’s generally considered polite to call ahead before dropping in,” Jack says, dry as the Sahara.

Tony throws a shiny white smile at him, all charm and boyish innocence. “Have I ever been known to be polite?”

“What is it exactly you want, Mr Stark?” asks Hammond with a deep wariness.

Tony turns his eyes to the General, and for the first time he looks serious as he responds, “to talk, General. How about we start there?”

Mr-Stark-Call-Me-Tony stands by the windows of the briefing room, looking out over the Stargate below with what Daniel assumes is intent fascination. SG-1 sit stiffly at the table with Hammond at the end, watching the billionaire closely. “How is it that you found out about our operation, Mr Stark?”

Tony replies without looking away from the giant ring, something like dry amusement in his tone. “I’m not just famous for my dashing good looks, General. Your firewalls are impressive, by Air Force standards, but they’d hardly a match against me. Don’t feel too bad, no one’s is.”

“So you thought you’d just drop by for a visit?” asks Jack. He’s clearly unimpressed with the man, from his confident swagger to his effortless charm and apparent arrogance. Daniel himself is hardly star-struck; logically he knows the man’s famous, and even he absorbs enough news to know about the violent battle between him and the other unknown pilot that occurred in New York about two months ago. But his job is to study people, and he’s been studying Stark since the moment the faceplate lifted. The confidence the man exudes covers the uncertainty in his eyes. The million dollar smile takes away from the slight tremble in his hands. The flippant jokes distract from the tight lines on his face.

So, Daniel’s reserving judgement. At least until he knows why Stark is here.

“Sure,” Stark responds, finally turning to face them. His hands move to his pockets and he rocks back slightly on his heels. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’ve been shaking things up a little back at SI. Re-evaluating our priorities. I’ve been investigating everyone who’s ever bought so much as a bullet from me, and wasn’t I just full of questions when I came across you.”

Daniel sees Jack glance almost guiltily down at the handgun attached to his hip from the corner of his eye, and Sam doing the same across the table. He’s never personally paid much attention to the gun he uses, prefers to know as little about it as possible, in fact, but he’s seen the Stark logo around base enough times. More than that, he remembers the rant Jack had gone on after Stark had announced the complete retraction of weapons manufacturing. He’d stomped around Daniel’s office the whole time, gesticulating wildly and shouting about unreliability and leaving good men and women in the dust without a way to defend themselves. As if Daniel understood or sympathised at all about the importance of killing machines sold for a profit.

To be fair, Jack had ended his rant with a grudging admission of respect for the man’s apparent new values, and a wince of sympathy for what he must have gone through in those three months of absence. There had been an understanding in Jack’s eyes as he quietly admitted Stark had probably been tortured that Daniel hadn’t stopped seeing behind his eyelids for days afterwards.

“You could have gone through the proper channels,” Hammond reprimands. It’s that tone of disappointment that has managed to make even Jack shuffle guiltily in the past, and Daniel’s gratified to see that the great Tony Stark isn’t entirely immune, but the grimace is wiped from his face as quickly as it comes. “And would I have ever gotten clearance?”

“Probably not,” says Jack unapologetically. “Someone of your... status is a little too public for our liking.”

“Oh come on, Colonel,” says Tony with another of those ‘look how much I don’t care’ grins. “We both know it’s not my celebrity you disapprove of.”

Jack doesn’t argue the point.

“What is it exactly you want from us, Mr Stark?” asks Sam. She and Teal’c have remained silent up until now; Teal’c clearly doesn’t understand or care who this man is, and appears to be happy to leave this issue to his human friends. Sam has been quietly observing and absorbing the situation, but Daniel would bet money that he saw something like excitement show on her face when she first discovered just who had broken into the SGC with all the grace of a rhino. “Are you here to reclaim the weapons you sold to us?”

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t sure when I first found out,” says Tony. He regards Sam seriously, and, Daniel is gratified to see, with no small amount of respect. “I needed to see for myself, to understand what exactly it is you do here, what you’re... fighting against.”

“Our enemy is most malicious and powerful,” Teal’c speaks for the first time, his words heavy and serious. “They are a threat not only to us but to your entire world.”

“Yeah. I got that.” All amusement has dropped from Stark’s face, the carefree attitude gone to show the stance of someone serious and, perhaps, just a little bit scared. “I’ve read all about those alien slugs. I realise they’re no small threat.” The corner of his mouth ticks up, just a bit. “And I read all about you, Big Guy. I would love to pick your brain some time.”

Teal’c raises one unimpressed eyebrow. “I must decline such an unpleasant experience.” Stark’s face lights up at his deadpan response.

“Mr Stark,” says Hammond, attempting to get them back on track. If you’re not here to reclaim your weapons, why are you here?”

A moment longer of looking at Teal’c before he turns back to the General, serious again. “I’m here to learn, General. That’s my main goal here. I want to understand what exactly it is the world is up against. I want to study what you’ve already discovered.” He glances behind his shoulder, back into the Gate Room. “I would love to do some further study on how that works.”

“I could walk you through that,” Sam pipes up, then immediately looks at Hammond apologetically. “If, uh, you’re approved, that is.”

“It’s Carter, right?” Tony asks, looks at the pins on her shoulders, then at her. “Major Carter? I can tell you probably the only part of this whole thing that wasn’t a surprise was that you were involved. I’ve read your work on astrophysics, Major. You have a beautiful brain.” He says it with a salacious wink, but before Jack and Daniel can do so much as tense, he continues “honestly, if they hadn’t already recruited you I’d be making some phone calls right about now.”

Sam stares at him, clearly a little awe-struck and trying to hide it. “Th... thank you, Mr Stark. I’m familiar with your work as well. Your research articles on quantum mechanics has actually helped me a number of times while working on the Stargate program.

Tony grins, but it’s smaller and softer than the ones he’s thrown at them up until now. He actually looks a little proud when he says “glad I could be of assistance, Major.”

“So, that’s it?” asks Jack. He seems to have been slightly mollified by Stark’s genuine respect for Sam, but there’s still suspicion in his eyes and his voice. “You just want to learn? Do a book report?”

“Not just learn, Colonel,” is Tony’s quiet response. He looks at each of them in turn, putting the intended weight behind his words when he continues.

“I want to help.”

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