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morallyinept · 8 months

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Frankie's Way - A Francisco Morales One Shot

Summary: When Santi turns up at Fish's door with a lofty proposal, you can't help but see red at the thought of losing your man again. My version of a possible TF2 opener.

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No physical description of reader, it's you, bub.)

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶🌶 "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Explicit: Oral (F receiving) because Frankie is king/ fingering. Some mild violence towards the end. Nothing heavy.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me - you’ve been plenty warned.

Authors Note: So, listen. I got to thinking, based off of this ramble about the TF2 news yesterday, and in typical Jett fashion, my brain conjured up a scene in where Santi arrives to rope Frankie into the mission, when I was trying to get some shut eye last night. And I couldn't not write it down.

You can also thank @missredherring for this, because I couldn't stop thinking about her added scene with Frankie's missus' part in it too.

There's some mild Spanish. I've not included any translations because there's not a lot, and it's easy enough to Google.

Enjoy! 🖤

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"She's finally asleep..." Frankie says to you, his voice low and gravelly, as he pulls the door gently behind him.

He rubs his palms listlessly and hovers by the door like a Rottweiler ready to take up a solid position to be on guard there all night. And he would, but you won't allow him to. The separation will be good for him.

"She'll be fine. C'mon, Papi." You tug him by the arm gently as he glances back at the small crack, listening for any snuffle or gurgle that his daughter would make. The fraught, yet forlorn look on his face tugs at your heartstrings, but you're resolute in dragging him to the kitchen.

It's been a long, arduous process; getting him to put her down in the crib to sleep. More often than not, you've pushed the door open, wondering why he's not in bed with you, to see him on the chair with Gigi asleep on his chest and him dozing off with an uncomfortable crick in his neck that would make him grumpy the next day.

But you miss your man; the absence of him lately in more ways than one. And Gigi needs to learn to sleep without the cradle of her father's protective arms.

It's early in the evening, the sky marred by the onslaught of rain that's been pittering for most of the day, and after some dinner, for which he has a second helping, you and Frankie are curled up on the couch with some modern western love story on in the background about a cowboy and a sheriff.

But you're not paying attention to it. No. Frankie's soft, pliable body is on top of yours gently nipping indented tracks in your neck.

Your fingers scooch down around the hem of his shirt and stroke the soft paunch there that seems more pudgy these days.

You pinch it and he groans with a smile. "Didn't know Gigi had another sibling on the way." You tease and he nips harder on your skin making your toes curls deliciously.

"No te burles de mi, querida." Frankie's hands come up and rub your stomach. He pulls up your shirt and plants kisses on the skin now ribboned with faint stretch marks. "Maybe you need another one putting in here."

"No. We're tying a knot in it until she's at least three." You giggle and he chuckles with a breathy grizzle back.

You knock the damn cap off of his head, dragging him closer to you by the curls around his ears. His lips find yours and you breathe out, a gentle sigh wafting into his mouth.

It's been too fucking long. And Frankie's been a rock. He's stepped up, even when you had your doubts, your concerns.

Even when he went off on his wild goose chase to wherever the fuck it was he went with the boys, leaving you knocked up with swollen ankles and a constantly aching back, and returned even more worse for wear than he was before he left.

You were worried that he'd sink again, that he'd slip from your fingers into a pile of the cloudy, white stuff, but surprisingly he hadn't let go of his sobriety. He hadn't. He'd held onto that milestone coin he kept in his pocket, pulling out to squeeze it in his fist when things got dark.

And things were dark for a while.

He came back, different. Withdrawn. With secrets and a fellow man down. He never told you what happened exactly on that trip. What happened to Tom. Didn't want to talk about it. And you didn't poke the bear.

At Redfly's funeral he and the boys seemed... strained. Distant. No more fight nights and beers after watching Benny clobber faces in the ring. No more barbecues and football at Will's place. Santi was missing from the service. And Frankie never brought it up.

Instead, he threw himself into finishing the crib and painting little ducklings on the walls in the nursery, which weren't really ducks, more so fuzzy chicklets in golden yellow acrylic puffs. Dabbed lopsided on the wall by a man who was far from a skilled artist, but you loved them nonetheless.

He went to work relentlessly; unlimited overtime in a small chop shop in town, fixing up used engine parts and bringing home money that despite the long hours, still didn't seem like it lasted very long.

You'd cut back. No more manicures. No more expensive brands, opting for the cheaper ones on the bargain shelves in the grocery store. No more bar nights and Frankie was home with you almost constantly.

And yet, you'd never been so far apart.

Waking in the night when Gigi would kick your stomach like running a touchdown, his side of the bed was empty. Cold. You'd find him sat in the overgrown garden, which he kept meaning to mow, with a warm, flat beer staring out at the sky, only moving to walk you back to bed. Or on the couch asleep with the luminescence of the TV casting shadows over his worn face.

Frankie was ageing in front of you, faster than you it appeared, and you longed to carry some of that load that he was so insistent he manage by himself.

It made you question everything. Long nights spent alone, even though his ghost was there in the house ruminating with you somewhere, you had never felt more alone.

Clutching the globe of your bulging stomach, you wondered if it would be better to just walk away. Anything was better than this.

But it all changed when Gigi was born.

Frankie was there puffing through the breaths with you as you screamed into his face that this was all his fault. The pain, oh God the pain was... worth it. When she came out, it was like something in Frankie pulled back and peeled open to reveal bruised flesh.

He held that tiny, gooey bundle in his arms and cried. Cried harder than you have ever seen a grown man weep. You're convinced he was letting something else go too that day. And you're glad he did.

Since then, he hadn't put her down. As far as father's go, he's the best. He'd been the one to feed her during the night so you could sleep some more. The one to change her diapers so you could eat the banana pancakes he'd made for you. He pushed the pram down the aisles at the grocery store cooing at her, and grabbing a stuffed animal each time that he said she would love.

Even though you couldn't really afford it. Even though the pile at the end of her crib was bigger than the Matterhorn and threatened to crush her in its ply softness. But seeing them bond over a stupid, six-dollar stuffed giraffe made you smile.

He doted, stepped up. He seemed like Frankie again.

But yet there was still an ache between you. Needs and wants for Frankie to put his hands over you again; to put his mouth on you the way he used to. You needed him. God, you fucking wanted him after watching how he always was with Gigi. That paternal instinct of his making you crazy and now, you were determined to have him. It had been too fucking long.

If Gigi woke and cried you were determined to just let her work through it herself. You needed your man to hold you, to tell you he still loved you. To make you come for him as he held you down by the wrists and pumped you full of that love.

"Hermosa," Frankie whined as your hand slipped down to the obvious bulge straining against his denim and squeezed gently. You'd missed the weight of him, how he would pack out your throat as he fucked it. Your mouth salivated, remembering the taste of him.

Gasping into you, his kisses became heated, desperate.

Frankie drew back, those big browns regarding you as you fingered through his greying scruff that was wild and patchy. His curls more wayward and unruly. His tan skin a little more plump around his cheeks and eyes. God, he was fucking beautiful.

Kissing the tips of your fingers delicately and sucking your thumb into his mouth, you became aware of his hands undoing your jeans. He tugged gently, pulling your panties with them all the way down your legs as he slid them off. Oh, thank God.

His eyes dropped to your centre, to that seam that glistened and called to him. He'd missed it. Yearned for it, but each time the wave of lust came, the tiredness crushed it out of him. He can't remember the last time he came. Even knocking one out in the shower seemed like a distant memory he couldn't recall.

He licked his lips, lowering himself down further on the couch, groaning as the swell of him brushed against the cushions and made his hips jerk into them.

He eyed you as he kissed up your thighs gently, delicately. His large hands on them and splaying you apart further. Your cunt lips unsticking from each other, opening as wide as he wanted you.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," Frankie husked. He ran his nose up the side of your inner thigh and revelled in your quaking. Your hands twisted inside of his crown, snaking through his hair, and tugging at it.

"Frankie," you whined as he drew close again, his breath cooling your heat. "Need you..." you murmured, contorting in your agony.

"I know, baby. I've missed this pussy so much."

Another kiss on your thigh. One more just above your clit and you feel it then; the graze of his fuzzy chin and whine out - a little too loudly.

Frankie smirks then immediately stills; listening out for Gigi.

"She's asleep." You remind him and he nods, accepting it, albeit reluctantly.

"Use this." He tosses a cushion up towards you and you press it to your mouth anyway. You groan out into its marshmallow fibres as he licks a fat stripe with a flat tongue all the way up your pussy.

Your thighs buck and tremble and his hands flatten them still. He breathes out as he runs his tongue around his mouth, savouring the taste of you. Remembering.

He pulls you apart, spreading your lips to reveal your drenched hole and engorged clit.

"Mmm," he strangles a groan. He suckles on it gently, swirling his tongue around and around and your squeals into the cushion are ragged and howling.

"Fuck!" He hears you gasp as he suctions his lips around your bud and sucks on it deeply.

His tongue traverses the hilt of it, the spongy flesh so tasty and sugary in his mouth. He licks down, flicking up and catching your clit, then dipping at the very entrance to your hole where he teases out more of your slick to swallow and circles around again on that bundle of nerves. Driving you utterly fucking crazy as he feasts between your legs like a man starved. And he has been, starved of you.

Your back is arching, your thighs are shaking as the puffs of warm air from Frankie's nostrils on your mound become scorching. He dives in fully; tongue sliding down into your hole, nose pressed to your clit and hums in satisfaction as he fucks it.

"F-Frankie!" You're biting at the cushion now, tearing it apart with razor teeth as your orgasm peeks it head out from around the hill. Hello, old friend. Thrashing and gasping for air that doesn't quite fill your lungs. That tightness in your belly; that heavy feeling of dread and worry, seems to melt away as he sucks it all out of you.

You've needed this, this release. This comfort and reassurance from him; this confirmation of desire that he still wants you, still finds you sexy now that your body has changed from childbirth. Fuck, you've needed it for so long and now that he's finally giving it to you, it's too much.

You feel the glittered heat of the sun burn your face, blinding you. Your body feels floaty; your eyes heavy as they roll back into your skull and you fully let go.

His hand reaches up to clasp yours. Thick, calloused fingers interlocking tightly with yours. You squeeze back as he rubs his thumb over the hilt of your knuckles. It's okay, baby.

It's him. The reassurance that you've desperately needed for so long. You've needed Frankie. You've needed his mouth, his tongue, his cock. His love. It's enough to make your eyes water. It's okay.

You blink and tears fall as Frankie still tongues your orgasm out of you and into his wanting mouth. He lets go of your hand and charges back to your clit, watching it for a second as it pulses of its own accord. He knows it's so sensitive right now so he licks it gently. A little flick. A little kiss. A soft little blow of his breath. But your body jolts like you've been Tasered. Crushed by a tidal wave.

He slips two fingers inside you; you feel them fill you and stretch you. He curls them in just the right way and already it's unbearable.

"You've got another one," he says nodding when you shake your head. "Give it to me. Eres tan jodidamente, hermosa."

His chin is sticky, shiny. A string of your slick caught in his scruff that shimmers in the TV light like a diamond.

Your reach for him, bring it to your tongue and lick it up. You taste so good from Frankie's moustache. His tongue darts into your mouth as you whimper. His fingers fucking deep and against that spot that makes your back arch and your cunt clench around him.

He steadies you with his other hand against your lower back, pulling you closer, deeper onto his fingers.

You want him. You want him inside of you, filling you up with another baby. Want him fucking the shit out of you and peppering your face with those feral growls when he comes.

You nip on his bottom lip, sucking it between your teeth as you gasp and tense. Your thighs shudder, your hands fist in his plaid collar. Your forehead crushes into his as you gush over his fingers sliding harder in and out of you. "That's it, like that. So fucking hot." He croons.

He pushes them in deeper, harder against your spot and you lose your shit entirely. He kisses you to silence your scream. Swallowing down muffled chokes of his name. Of your pleasure. Of your undying love for your Catfish.

He pulls out those shiny digits gently; thumb caressing your clit as you jolt and shake from the overstimulation. You giggle and he smiles at you, and it's like flying too close to the sun.

You can only watch, destroyed and without a functioning brain, as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean; humming in satisfaction as he tastes you again.

You're about to reach for his painfully hard cock; free it from his jeans when a loud knock on the door makes you both jump back to reality.

"Who t'fuck is that?" Frankie hisses, jumping up. He reaches for his cap on the floor as you reach for your jeans, a flush warming your cheeks.

The knock comes again, louder this time and the panic in Frankie's eyes swarm at you.

"They'll fucking wake the baby!" He growls, storming out the lounge and towards the front door. You smile at his protectiveness. Gigi's a lucky girl.

He wipes at his mouth, his chin frantically. The slick of your cunt like oil in his facial hair that won't dilute. He can smell you all over his face and his cock knows it too by the way it throbs.

Frankie yanks the front door open, ready to clock the son of a bitch hammering on it, but is stunned into inaction as Santi stands before him, drenched, on the other side.

"Hermano." Santi says, a small, but wary smile on the crack of his lips.

Frankie's frozen momentarily, but then yields as he steps out into the rain-soaked porch barefooted and envelopes Santi in his arms. Santi hugs him back, fists clasped together around his compañero's broad back as they both laugh in some jarred disbelief.

"Demasiado tiempo, hermano," Frankie sighs.

Your smile dissipates when you hear a familiar voice seeping in through the hall. No. He wouldn't dare. No fucking way.

"Shit. Look at you." Santi says, knocking Frankie's chin playfully as he blushes.

Frankie turns to invite him in, but Santi's stopped by your fist colliding with his jaw.

"You motherfucker!" You screech at him.

The thud against his face stuns Santi for a moment. Benny taught you how to throw a decent right hook well, it seems.

"Whoa!" Frankie holds you back; thick arms around your waist as he lifts you off the ground as you scramble fiercely like Scrappy-Doo. You're yelling and cursing obscenities; jumbled Spanish words that don't make any sense. Frankie shushes you, but you don't care if Gigi wakes. No. You just want to kill Santi as you battle through the red mist.

"Easy, baby. Easy." Frankie reassures you.

"You've got some fucking nerve." You bite to Santi when Frankie puts you down finally as you still.

Santi rubs at his jaw and nods. "I'm sorry, cariño." Those tired and weary brown eyes of his bore into you sincerely, and you feel your shoulders release some of the wrangled tension, albeit unwillingly.

You want to hate him. Make him suffer for dragging Frankie away on whatever stupid fucking mission it was that made him come back withdrawn and empty. That made you almost lose him. You want to loathe Santi for always showing up and throwing chaos into Frankie's life when he finds some bearing.

You want to, you really want to, but you can't. Because Frankie loves him, and you do too, despite yourself.

"Asshole." You sneer to him, folding your arms.

"I missed you too." Santi smiles lightly.

The three of you stand there, in the rain, unmoving. Mute. Just stunned by Santi on the porch. He adjusts his heavy backpack on his shoulder, rainwater dripping from his eyelashes.

Frankie speaks first. "You're back then?"

Santi shakes his head. "No. Not permanently."

"So, this is a social call, is it?" You question shivering as the damp takes up root in your shirt.

"I need you, Fish." Santi begins and you immediately shake your head. You know what that means. Whenever Santiago 'Pope' Garcia needs something it's always an offer that comes with a heavy price.

"No." You confirm vehemently. "No."

"Baby." Frankie stiffens his voice, hissing.

It quells you as you shake your head viciously. "I'm not losing you again." You say to him.

"You never will." Frankie assures. He turns to Santi. "What do you need?" He asks, his chin cocking towards his oldest friend; his fellow comrade. The man that both he, and you, know that Frankie will do anything for.

Santi fishes in his pocket and pulls out some crumpled bit of paper. Placed inside Frankie's palm, he reads a couple of sets of numbers.

"Co-ordinates?"

Santi nods. "Will and his numbers, man."

"Is this for real?" Frankie asks. "Don't be making this shit up, not after-"

"It's real." Santi confirms.

"Fuck." Frankie breathes through the catch in his throat.

He's dreamt of this. Conjured up his own plans for a mission on how he could possibly birth this into fruition. He'd do it right. No fuck ups. A hard out if he needed to.

But he always came up empty because he had no fucking clue where it was exactly they'd left all that dirty money. Wrestling constantly with his own regret. His own stupidity; his own morals at agreeing to give his share of the money they had brought back to Tom's family. It was the right thing to do. A small consolation to those girls without a daddy anymore. Yeah.

But a part of him still hated himself on the daily for it. Hated how he couldn't make life better for you. Hated how you both had to struggle and just get by on his paltry income doing something he loathed now, not flying anymore, when his hands had held millions in them once.

Frankie takes off his cap and runs his hand through his hair and plonks it back on and sighs. You watch as Frankie retreats to the step and sits himself down on it with a wet thud.

"What is it?" You question. Frankie looks up at you, eyes molten and reluctant. But he can't keep this from you anymore.

"We're going to get it. We need you." Santi presses.

"We? You sweettalked Benny and Will already?" Frankie confirms nodding. Of course he had.

"All of us have to go back. Together." Santi confirms. "Need my best pilot."

Frankie snickers, his shoulders rising and falling as he absorbs it, works through the possibilities. The successes. The simplicities. The mourning of leaving you alone again. Of leaving Gigi. Even for just one night seems unbearable.

You stand there, toes numbing out to the cold and wet as Frankie looks up at you earnestly.

He speaks to Santi, but looks at you. Eyes locked on yours. "I've got the baby now. I have to come back. We can't fuck this up."

You start to sink a little. But Frankie's eyes confirm to you that whatever this is, it's worth the risk.

Santi nods too. "In and out. No-one knows it's there but us."

You shake your head slowly, but Frankie nods once at you. It's okay, baby. We're gonna be okay.

Frankie turns to Santi and stands. "Whatever plan you have, scrap it. We're doing this my fucking way or not at all. You hear me?"

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Gah! I am excited at the prospect of a Frankie part 2 in a possible TF2! Hope you enjoyed this! Re-blogs & comments fuel me. Ta muchly! 🖤

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Steve adjusted the clasp on the cloak as he stared over the market stalls. He’d been lucky that the guard they had sent was the same size and wasn’t the brightest. He had feigned falling asleep, which gave him enough time to plan an escape. When the unsuspecting guard had come in with the tray in full armor, it was like the gods were on his side for once. He’d fallen for Steve’s fib, that the chain was biting too tightly into his wrist that it was hurting to eat. Without a second thought, he had unlocked the cuff.

The tray the food came on was the perfect weapon, Steve picked it up and struck while the guard was distracted. He hit the bed, out cold. The young man held his breath for a moment, waiting for the other guards to come running in for their comrade with the commotion the tray had caused. By the second Steve relaxed, the door stayed closed through him stripping the guard down to his undergarments.

It took a little longer to dress in the unfamiliar clothing, but once he got everything situated, he hid his face below the uniform helmet and grabbed the tray. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself before sneaking out, closing the door quickly behind him. He nodded to the two guards as he walked calmly down the hall, sprinting once he rounded the corner.

He went down several stairs and a few corridors before he broke the outside. From there he slipped out through a garden, spotting two children playing amongst the flowers. Before crossing the garden he placed the tray on a pillar, slipping out of the castle walls with surprising ease. To be honest, it nearly was too easy that he thought that the king himself would jump up and attack. Instead, it was a clear path with little to no people on the trail to the village market.

He grabbed a cloak that was hanging unmonitored at a stall as he passed through, blending in the best he could. Currently, he was exploring a jewelry section of the market, trying to find something or someone to remove the bracelet. He’d caught glances and offers, but no magical key. It was a wild goose chase and if he couldn’t find someone to remove it then what were his chances of finding someone to help him home? At least when he was home he had his car to sleep in, here he didn’t even know a place or the currency to get a room.

Maybe his father was right, he’s an idiot that can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble. Somehow he managed to find and get a crush on a stone statue that happened to be alive. Luck was never on his side. It had to be at least after two in the evening and he was going to find shelter for the night. Steve wasn’t worried about food, he’s starved before, but still, life is a real pain in the ass.

“Pst, hey. Kid, you look like you need to lie down.” Steve spun around to find the owner of the voice. Besides him, peeking out from a curtained doorway, was a man with salt and pepper hair. He was around his father's age, yet more weathered than the bastard ever dared to look.

“Ah yeah. I’ve had a long day and honestly, it’s been shitty. To make things worse, I’ve got this stupid bracelet stuck on my skin and no one can get it off.” He unloaded on the guy, trying to remove the bracelet to emphasize the point. He was exhausted, on the run, his body still weak from his sudden illness. Steve just wanted to go home and sleep in his backseat.

“You do seem stressed. Perhaps I can assist you, I do have training involved with enchanted jewelry. Come, my home is open and if you give me the chance to look over it, I may be able to break the enchantment. While you wait I have a free bed.”

Steve stared at the man suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. No one was this kind out of the goodness of their heart, always something on the line. If it was the bracelet, he’d happily turn it over to him and let him deal with the crazy people and stone statue. Still, he was cautious. Steve entered expecting anything but what he saw. It was a living room, minus a tv or anything of value, just a woven sofa and coffee table. The door, a literal board on hinges, slammed behind him causing Steve to jump and turn.

“Apologies.” The man said, walking over to the sofa. “Come, allow me to examine the magic.” He invited Steve to sit, the younger man joining him on the sofa. “My manners seemed to have left me, I am Martin. I study enchantments and other types of magic.” He explained as he manhandled the younger man’s wrist, examining the bracelet. The older man rotated his wrist, fiddling with the clasp and gem while making noise to himself.

Finally, after minutes of the hands-on approach, Martin released his arm. “Strong, ancient magic has bound this to you. May I ask where you acquired it?”

“You wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe it and it happened to me.” Steve had to chuckle at his denial. With all that he has witnessed in the last 24 hours, he felt crazy for denying it.

“I have heard many tales in my days, you can hardly surprise this old man.” Said man stood, walking around the home, collecting items. “Humor me?”

“A statue gave it to me.” Martin paused, going silent.

“You mean you stole it from the statue?”

“No. The statue came to life, stuck it on my wrist, then took me captive. I’ve been stuck with it since.”

“I see. It sounds like a golem, an enchanter tasked with missions. The magic keeps stationed and once they have accomplished said task then they just crumble. Perhaps you were supposed to bring the bracelet to a new owner. Once I get it off I will study the magic properties.” Martin returned to the sofa, a basket filled with various items. There were bowls, bags of powders, gems, and a sharp blade.

“Alright, lay your arm down. I will try to remove the stone first, if that is the source of the magic then the bracelet should come off without a problem.” Martin explained, picking up the blade.

“Woah! Woah! Can we maybe not use a knife to test this? I do want to keep my limbs.” Steve yelled, pulling his arm back, but that seemed to sour Martin’s temperament. What followed pushed the younger man into an adrenaline haze. The older man charged with the knife, slashing through his arm. He didn’t have time to react to the blade's burn as it returned, meeting the gemstone instead of flesh.

When the steel met the stone a blast forced both men back, Martin flying back into the sofa that gave away from the impact. Steve stumbled back into the drapery, barely able to recover before the man came charging again. The younger threw the curtains at the man, giving him a moment to grab the rod to defend himself.

When his parents had been pressuring him into being a child prodigy they put him through an extensive baseball training camp, until they realized his only gift in the sport was his swing. Sure the three got on like a house and fire, yet he was silently thanking them as the brass rod met its target. There was a sickening crack and specks of blood as it impacted Martin’s face and Steve knew a nose wasn’t supposed to look like that, but it gave him the chance to escape.

With the rod gripped in his hands he sprinted to the door, throwing it open and running out into the market. He looked around for an escape path, but it seemed his path was blocked by people and an overwhelming appearance of guards. Steve Turned to run back to the other side of the market, but came face to face with Martin exiting his home, drenched in blood with his knife. He looked crazed, aiming his anger at Steve. As he took a step towards the young man, vines shot past him, wrapping around the threatening man. His head spun as the guard that had tried to interrogate him at the castle stepped up.

“Well, this is an absolute surprise,” Gareth said, eyes on Martin, hand grasping to the end of the vines. “We come in search of an escaped thief and come in contact with an old friend..” His tone reflected anything but friendliness, in fact, his smile was more of a scowl. “Hello Brenner. The guards and the king have been just dying to see you. Should have known your greed would send you our way.”

Steve took a step back, brain wanting to flee before the man snapped his attention to him. “Do not try to flee, I would rather lead you in shackles than a vine cage like this damned bastard.” He held up his free hand, shackles dangling.

They stared at one another, Steve weighed his options. One led to p; possible freedom, but if he moved one inch he’d be dressed up like a Christmas present. With a sigh, the man dropped his head and bared his wrists. “See, not so hard Mr. Rabbit-Hat.” Gareth made the snide comment while another guard took the shackles and fastened them awkwardly above the bracelet. “Now if Brenner had your self-preservation. Load them into the tumbleweed. We have a long journey ahead and I would like to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

With a harsh shove, Steve was loaded into the caged wagon, Martin being thrown in behind him. He was still bound, one gagging him leaving him to stare daggers at the younger man. He just huffed and rested back against the bars, letting his body relax as much as possible with the rocking of the wagon. It lulled him, letting his eyes shut before drifting, only to be jerked back by the cart stopping. Opening his eyes he was greeted with the sight of the castle and the last place he wanted to be, the home of the last person he wanted to see. The sunset was bouncing off of Martin’s bound body as they were removed from the cage.

The guards took the old man out first before dragging Steve out. He was groggy, nearly tripping over his own feet as he was paraded through the garden filled with children and servants. Martin was taken somewhere else while Steve was led into the castle, directly to the throne room. Standing before the stairs of the throne, the person that started this whole mess, a smirk plastered on his face.

King Kas stood proudly before him, giving him the chance to study the fleshier person. His hair was pinned up aside for two strands that framed his face, long, dark, and wavy, unlike the marble statue. His skin was fair and his brown eyes were just as lively and warm, inviting as they had been before. He was adorned in jewelry, much of what had been stolen by the thieves, aside from the bracelet.

He expected threats or a fight that would end up with his hand severed, or even his death. Instead, the king waved over a guard, having the bloodied shackles removed. Kas pushed his sleeve up, tsking at the sight of the angry cut. “I must admit, you are a surprising case. You climb from the family vault, wearing my family's bracelet, knocking out one of my guards, and escaping, then, after getting out to the market, you led Martin Brenner into capture. It has been quite the adventure and I would like to pay you back for bringing that dangerous man in. Hand over the bracelet, and allow you a night in the castle before sending you on the way. Joyce will see to your wound before you leave.” He was snarky. That’s what Steve noticed first, which didn’t help his attitude as he glared at the king.

“I can’t.” He grumbled, staring the man down.

“Cannot or will not?”

“I can’t! It’s stuck on my arm.”

“Magically adhered, your majesty. I did look it over while he was recovering.” Joyce spoke up, standing off to the side with the rest of the court. “This will not be a simple removal. I recommend having different magi look over the magical signature, and to do that you will have to stay.”

Frustration was building in Steve. He was going to be forced to stay in the place with his abductor, he was going to lose his job, and if he ever was able to leave he probably wouldn’t have a car. All of this happened because he had to make goo-goo eyes at an abnormally hot statue. A momentary dick over-brain slip caused him this living hell. His mind was bouncing around, between every regrettable decision that finally came to head when Kas had to have the last word. “Well, that is the universe punishing a thief.”

Like the break of a string, Steve snapped. His fist met the king’s cheek, sending the slightly older man stumbling back. Gasps resounded from around them, the guards reacting and binding Steve’s arm behind his back, but that didn’t stop the bite that came with the anger. Kas recovered quickly, glaring at the young man, ignoring the blood dripping from his lip.

“It’s your fault! You’re the one who put it on my wrist and locked me in that coffin! Don’t you dare try and blame me for this mess!”

“Lies! I do not even know your name! Guards, lock him in the guest room until he has calmed down for treatment!” Kas barked and trudged out of the room. Gareth followed him to his bed chambers, locking themselves in the room. The guard took a wet cloth from the basin, dabbing it over the king's lip.

“That man has a death wish. He is lucky Chris did not flay him. I do not understand his motives, but regardless of it, best to keep wary of him.” Kas hummed in agreement, fiddling with his pendent, spacing off as he looked at the doors. A scoff left Gareth before he smacked the king upside the back of the head, earning a yelp. “Are you seriously daydreaming about a thief that attacked you!?”

“Fucksake Gare! It is not my fault he happens to be a handsome man.” Kas huffed, crossing his arms.

“You can not be serious Eddie. You have the most absurd attractions.” He groaned.

“oh like you have the room to complain Gare. I recall hearing you in the middle of trysts with Andrew. The things you were begging for should have been transcribed by poets.” A pillow met Kas’ face, a snorted laugh escaping him as the two tussled.

“Why do I even try to care, you have always been the one to poke a bear.” The young guard scoffed, only for the pillow to greet his face. A loud, triumphant laugh echoed through the room. It was cut off once more when Gareth tackled the king, the two scuffling like children, the tension leaking out of the air as they ignored the elephant in the room.

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fishsticksloser · 8 months

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Can i request rottmnt platonic child!fem! Reader & April one-shot?

April sign up to babysit reader for hours from 3 pm to 8 pm, however reader manage to escape from the apartment thanks to mayhem teleporting her accidentally, so now April go on a wild goose chase to find reader before her mom (reader's mom) come home.

Babysitting Disaster

April + gn!reader

Warnings: kids, losing said child, swearing, kinda short

A/N: This was gonna be posted yesterday, but I was just not feeling good. Also if you haven't yet, check out my Discord server where you can hang out with like minded people, share fanart/fanfics, and get updates before they're posted here.

Everything was going well. In April's opinion at least. She headed over to babysit you right after her last class and you were a pretty easy kid. You were quiet, respectful, and sweet. April immediately thought that she'd babysit you again if there was ever a need.

You and Mayhem got along really well, playing with each other. For the first time in a while, Mayhem was being friendly with someone else (he doesn't hate the turtles but doesn't really like them either).

Right after dinner though, she was cleaning up when April saw a flash of light. She wondered for a moment if Leo just showed up and went to check it out. But she didn't see anything when she went into your room. In fact, she didn't hear anything either. At first she thought nothing of it, you were a quiet kid.

Soon though, she realized you weren't in the apartment at all. Neither was Mayhem. "Shit..." April grabbed her jacket and rushed out. She had no clue where Mayhem could've teleported them, but she did know someone who might be able to help.

"You're conversing with Donatello." April hears as she finally makes it out of the apartment building.

"So... Remember how I was babysitting that toddler?" April asks, hearing his brothers in the background so they'll probably hear her predicament. Donnie hums in acknowledgement. "Mayhem may or may not have accidentally teleported them somewhere..."

"You're telling me you lost a kid?" Donnie snorts. April hears his brothers stop talking for a moment.

"April lost a kid?" Raph asks, his voice full of worry and concern.

"Technically..." April closes her eyes, waiting for Raph or even Mikey and Leo to yell at her. But all she hears is a heavy sigh.

"Sigh... I guess I can look at any crazy activity and hopefully find the kid." Donnie huffs, making his way to his lab. "You're lucky I figured out how to track that mystic stuff."

"If we're able to catch them in like... An hour, that'd be fantastic." She pleads, starting to walk down the street.

"Yeah, yeah..." Donnie waves off her concern, getting the system running. "The others are coming to hopefully help, but knowing them..."

Donnie stayed at the lair while his brothers joined April in her search. Someone had been close a few times, but ultimately Mayhem teleported himself and you away. April was growing desperate and scared that she wouldn't get you home before your mom got home.

Thankfully, Leo's portals saved the day. He managed to separate you and Mayhem. Leo teleported April, himself, and you back to the apartment.

"Thanks, guys." April let out a relieved breath when Leo placed you back in her arms. She took you to bed while Leo and the boys went home. She tucked you in tight. "You scared me, you could've gotten hurt. Next time, stay where you are and I'll find you, okay?" April tells you sternly, but her voice is still soft.

You fall asleep not long after and April finishes cleaning up before your mom comes home. Next time, Mayhem was staying home.

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waytooinvested · 1 month

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Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 5

Still reeling from finding out the truth herself, Lena suddenly finds herself in the midst of an odd role reversal in which she knows that Kara is Supergirl, but Kara no longer has any idea she has ever been more than an ordinary human. And what’s more, Lena has no choice but to keep the truth from her for her own protection…

Rift era reconciliation/fix-it fic, starts out kind of on the angsty side but there will be more fluff down the line.

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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Al’s.

It wasn’t where Lena had imagined this conversation taking place, and she honestly would have preferred to meet at the DEO headquarters, or her own office. Somewhere that set a clear boundary that this was a work collaboration, not a personal one. But Alex hadn’t exactly left room for negotiation before she’d ended the call, and, well, the glass of wine it gave her an excuse to drink was not unwelcome, though she did plan on taking it slow. Easing the tension was one thing, but becoming sloppy right now would be unacceptable.

She was a couple of sips in when Alex dropped down in the seat across from her, a pint in one hand and a basket of onion rings in the other.

Lena raised an eyebrow, and Alex grimaced back.

‘I didn’t have time for lunch today, okay?’

‘I didn’t say anything’.

‘Your face did’.

‘I’m not interested in your eating habits Alex, I want to know about Kara. Did anything show up in the tests?’

Alex nodded through a mouthful of onion and batter.

‘Yeah, I have them here’.

She pulled an unmarked cardboard file from her bag and slid it across the table, then hesitated, her hand still pressed down firmly to keep Lena from taking it.

‘If I share this with you, you can’t pull the same shit you did when we were trying to find her. You tell me everything you find the moment you find it. I want theories, vague hunches, wild goose chases, hell, if you so much have a dream about this, I want to know every single detail’.

‘Fine, but that goes both ways. I tell you everything I have, and you do the same’ -Lena paused, leaning forward over the table and tapping a finger on the closed folder for emphasis – ‘everything, Alex. No more hypocritical demands for openness while you keep your own cards close to your chest’.

‘That wasn’t my-’

Lena pursed her lips, challenging her to finish that sentence. This was a battle line drawn in the power balance of their working relationship, and Alex clearly knew it. She hesitated, glancing down at their outstretched hands where they both rested on the cover of the file, then back up at Lena, a faint frown on her face.

‘Look, it’s not that I don’t want to. But the DEO works with a lot of highly classified intel, and I just can’t promise you that’.

Not good enough.

The tip of Lena’s finger went white where it was pressing against the folder, her nail leaving a small indentation in the cardboard, but she kept her voice level and calm, as if she was arguing contract wording in a business arrangement. Polite but firm. Not aggressive, but not giving an inch either.

‘I’m not asking to see the Alien Registry or schematics for your latest weapons designs. Keep whatever else you want to yourself, but if we’re working together on this, then we share all pertinent information both ways. If you want my help, those are my terms’.

Their eyes locked in a brief struggle, but Lena neither blinked nor looked away, the jut of her chin conveying (or so she hoped) that she was perfectly willing to walk away right now if this condition was not met. She might have agreed to help, but she would never again allow herself to be forced into being a convenient little lacky that the DEO could call on whenever they felt like it and drop the minute they didn’t need her anymore. She was done with being lied to and kept in the dark.

At last the set of Alex’s shoulders dropped from defensive to acceptance, and her free hand reached up absently to run through her hair, pushing imaginary strands out her face like she needed to brush the feeling of Lena’s glare off her skin.

‘Alright, it’s a deal. But I’m gonna have to get you to sign an NDA, we’re under enough scrutiny right now as it is’.

‘Fine. You too. Some of my research is still at the highly confidential experimental stage, and the fact that I might use it to help with this does not mean I want it to be public knowledge’.

Lets keep things fair this time, shall we?

‘Seriously? I’m not going to leak your research Lena’.

‘And I’m not going to leak yours, but here we are’.

There was a moment when Lena thought they might be about to tip into another fight, but in the end Alex just rolled her eyes and nodded.

‘Yeah, fair enough. Write something up and I’ll sign it’.

‘Good’. Now that the first battle was won, Lena allowed herself to relax by a few degrees, sitting back in her chair and taking another small sip of her drink. ‘Speaking of which-’

She pulled the gadget she’d brought out of her purse and placed it in the centre of the table, activating it with a quick twist. It lit up with a faint blue glow which expanded rapidly outwards to encompass the table and the two of them, then faded to nothing, leaving the device apparently inert once more.

‘Okaaay... what the hell is that?’

‘It’s a prototype for an auditory scrambler I’ve been working on. It has no effect on what we can hear coming in, but will keep anyone outside of our immediate vicinity from being able to make out what we’re saying, without anything as obvious as a bubble of artificial silence. Given where we were meeting I thought I’d better bring it along’.

Alex stared at the unassuming black box, assessing and, perhaps, a little bit impressed.

‘Well that’s why I got us this table way off in the back corner. But yeah this is better. If that thing works it would be really useful to have a few at the DEO’.

‘That is another conversation, and not what we’re here for right now’.

Dream on, Alex.

‘Right, yeah, sorry’.

At last Alex seemed to realise that she was still holding onto the file between them, and withdrew her hand to allow Lena to pick it up.

Finally.

She flipped through the thick wodge of notes and test results it contained, skimming briefly through a page of negative read outs for various types of foreign chemicals in Kara’s saliva and urine samples, then turning to the brain scans.

The MRI was first and looked normal enough, though with a few minor variations compared to human images Lena had seen.

‘I assume the differences I’m seeing here are due to Kara’s Kryptonian anatomy rather than anything Lex did?’

‘Yep, totally as expected. We’ve scanned Kara before so we can be sure of that’.

Lena nodded and turned to the CT scan, then the EEG. Again, a slightly different set up to a human brain but nothing alarming.

And then-

‘Did something go wrong with this one? A hair on the lens or something?’

Alex had clearly been waiting for her to get to this page, and didn’t even need to glance at the image to know what Lena was looking at.

‘No, I checked and redid the scan twice. I even scanned my own brain just to be sure there wasn’t something weird in the machinery that I wasn’t picking up. It’s legit’.

‘Well… wow’.

‘I know, it’s crazy, right?’

‘I’ve never seen anything like it. The whole area is completely dark, and the margins-’

‘Like someone went in there and drew it on with a marker’.

Lena traced the winding path of the shape that cut through Kara’s brain, curving back and forth so that it passed through almost every key area to form a wide, dark S.

‘We might really have something here, something we can use. What sort of a scan is this? I don’t think I’ve seen a readout quite like this before’.

‘It’s something new we’ve been working on with Q-waves’.

‘How does it work?’

‘The details are classified Lena, I can’t tell you more than that’.

The paper creased at the edges as Lena’s grip tightened on the printout. Who did Alex think was doing who a favour here exactly?

‘What were we just saying about sharing everything?’

‘And I will. But this is about DEO tech, it’s not directly related to Kara’s case’.

‘It could be. Nothing at all showed up on the other scans, but there’s something different about this one. If I know how it works, maybe I can use it as a starting point to design a device that could not only detect the barrier, but start breaking it down without triggering the fail safe’.

They stared each other down for a long moment, and then Alex broke eye contact to take a sip of her beer, and shrugged.

‘Fine, I’ll send you the schematic. After you’ve signed your NDA. I might be Director but I can’t just do whatever I like you know’.

Lena tutted, but did her best to smooth the rumpled edges of the Q-wave scan before slipping it back into the folder and turning to the next page.

‘Whatever, go ahead and jump through your hoops, just get it to me quickly. What else have you found?’

‘Not much honestly. Blood work all normal. Her powers seem to be blocked off along with her memories of Supergirl, so no accidental heat vision or super hearing, and she can get hurt, so we’ll need to watch out for that. Cognitive tests were all normal too, apart from the obvious. She feels fine as Kara, but it’s like Supergirl is just a work acquaintance she vaguely knows but hasn’t seen in a while’.

‘I suppose that makes sense. Her mind would need to come up with some explanation for all those exclusive interviews she turned in at Catco – they’re out there now, so it’s not like she can just forget they ever happened’.

‘That’s what I thought. The one other thing we were really hopeful for was when Brainy went back into her Mind Space before she woke up to see if he could help her-’

‘Wait, back up a minute. Her Mind Space?’

‘Oh, right, you weren’t in the loop yet then. It happened when she was in a coma after Reign attacked her, Brainy was able to go in after her to try and wake her up. Mind Space is- I guess kind of like a dream, or a metaphor or something? It’s 31st century alien technology, don’t ask me how it works. Anyway, last time he said it was like Kara’s apartment, only the front door was locked and she couldn’t get out. That was the coma. It was different this time – the front door was open, but there was a new door at the back – like the door to a serious maximum security prison – a foot of steal with cross bars and a million padlocks, totally locked up tight’.

Lena leaned forwards, interested enough to forget that she was annoyed with Alex.

‘Okay, not great, but it’s a start. If there’s a door there must be a way to get through it’.

‘Yeah that’s what he hoped too, but it was like Kara couldn’t even see it. Every time he tried to get her to look where it was the door would move so it was behind her again, and the place it had been would just be a blank wall. He couldn’t even get her to go to that part of the room, and she didn’t seem to notice at all’.

‘Just like Lex said, her mind is fighting to keep the two parts separate. Still, it could be something to explore further. What about-’

‘Hey Alex! I was in the diner across the street and saw you come in here, so I thought I’d drop in to see if you wanted to meet up later’.

Lena turned instinctively towards the voice, and locked eyes with none other than Kara Danvers herself.

Her glass of wine very nearly spilled as she jerked in her seat, unsure if she was trying to turn away from Kara or get up and flee the room altogether, so that in the end she did neither, and the two of them remained frozen in a moment balanced on a knife edge.

A single slip in any direction, and one of them would bleed.

She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat, trying to remember how to breath. Somehow it had been almost easier when Kara was unconscious – at least then she had known how to feel about it. But there was no time to figure that out, because now Kara’s eyes were flitting back and forth between Lena and Alex, and her expression had become one big question mark as she tried to work out exactly what she had just walked in on.

Lena pushed aside her own inner turmoil as best she could and took the opportunity of Kara’s distraction to flip the file of test results closed and slide it casually off the table into her lap, before reaching over to disable the auditory scrambler.

Whatever else happened, Kara could not be allowed to realise that they were here because of her.

‘I didn’t know you two were… ahh… hanging out?’

‘We’re not’.

They said it simultaneously, and too fast. If anything Kara looked even more puzzled than before.

‘Oh?’

‘Lena’s helping the DEO out with a project that could use her science expertise, that’s all. We were in a planning meeting and had some things to finish hashing out, and it was getting late. You know I can’t concentrate when I’m hangry, so we came here to get something to eat’.

Alex gestured to the half empty basket of onion rings, as if that proved the story rather than raising more questions.

‘Oh, that’s… that’s great. What’s the project? Can I help?’

This time Alex looked stumped, and Lena jumped in before the pause got too obvious.

‘You know how I work Kara. It’s still all top secret at the moment, but I promise, as soon as there’s anything ready to take public I’ll give you the exclusive’.

It was the kind of thing she had said all the time before, and yet for some reason Kara was staring at her, apparently stunned by the offer.

‘Wait, really?’

‘Of course, why wouldn’t I?’

‘Well, I just thought… after our fight, and then you sold Catco… I didn’t think you’d want to work with me again’.

Kara knew about their fight?

Lena had assumed, given what they had fought about, that Kara wouldn’t remember it at all, but clearly her mind had filled in the blank of the subject matter while retaining their falling out. She should really have anticipated that, but with everything else going on she hadn’t given the matter enough thought, and now she didn’t know what to say.

What did Kara think they had fought about, if not Supergirl?

She cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

‘Yes, well… you going missing forced me to look at things in a new light. I may have… overreacted before. If you’d be willing, I’d like to try and start putting it behind us’.

Kara’s entire face lit up, and the sight of it made Lena feel raw and numb at the same time, the radiant warmth of her smile searing the very skin from her bones to leave only the bleeding essence of her, vulnerable and exposed despite all the armour she had tried to forge for herself these past few months.

‘Yes! Definitely yes, I would love that. Maybe… we could meet for lunch some time?’

She wasn’t sure she could do this.

But she had to. She had to. She had to. The stakes were too high not to at least try.

‘Sure Kara, I’ll give you a call’.

‘Amazing. Fantastic. I’ll see you soon then. Oh- and Alex, text me later if you want to hang out? I was thinking pizza and a movie?’

‘Yeah, sure. I might be a while though, we still have some stuff to finish here’.

‘That’s fine, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping til late tonight anyway’.

‘Alright, I’ll text you when we’re done’.

‘Bye Kara’.

They waited, watching in silence until the door had closed behind Kara and she had been gone long enough to be fairly confident that she wasn’t going to pop back in, then Lena rounded on Alex.

‘You let her follow you?’

‘I didn’t let her. She was supposed to be at home! I can’t tie her to the radiator to keep her inside Lena-’

‘That’s weak and you know it. How the hell have you made it this long as a secret agent if you can’t even keep your little sister from following you? Kara’s a reporter Alex, we can’t let her catch even a hint of this or she’ll start digging and she won’t stop, and that could literally kill her’.

‘Hey, you think I don’t know that? It was a mistake, it won’t happen again. And it’s fine, she doesn’t suspect anything’.

‘Yet. She doesn’t suspect anything yet. We are clearly going to have to put some ground rules in place to stop this kind of thing happening again. Code names, file encryptions, plausible reasons for meeting up, not to mention plausible places for meeting up – and it will have to be on a strictly need to know basis. Anyone who knows who Supergirl is will have to be in on part of it of course, but full details should only be shared with people who are actively working on her case. The fewer people know, the safer this will be’.

Alex stared back at her, eyebrows raised and seeming entirely unchastened by the scolding. If anything, there was a hint of smugness in the curl of her lip, and Lena scowled back at her as she replayed the last part of what she’d said in her mind. She huffed.

‘Oh shut up, this is different’.

‘I didn’t even say anything!’

‘You were thinking it very loudly’.

‘So I’m not even allowed to think n-’

Lena held up a hand to stop the budding argument before it could go any further. They were here for a single purpose, and it was not to bicker like children, no matter how tempting it was to keep venting all the confused feelings seeing Kara had stirred up in her. This was business, and emotions had no place in business.

‘First things first. Change my name in your phone’.

‘What? Why? Kara knows we’re working together now’.

‘Yes, but that excuse is only going to take us so far. This will be safer- actually, no don’t. Kara knows my number, if she saw that under someone else’s name it would look even worse. Use this one instead, and give it a different name’.

Lena scribbled down the number, careful to make her handwriting look as unlike her own as she could to avoid it leading back to her if Kara came across the paper in Alex’s things.

‘I will use that number to contact you for anything relating to our work, and continue to use my regular cell for anything to do with the cover story. You do the same’.

‘Okay, but I don’t have a second phone number’.

‘That doesn’t matter. I am a well known public figure and I like my privacy – my phone is pretty much unhackable, and besides I have software set up that will allow me to assign you an alias name and number. It’s not a problem’.

Alex nodded, tapping the number Lena had given her into her phone.

‘What do you want your alias to be?’

‘I really don’t care. Whatever you like as long as it’s not obviously traceable to me’.

‘Okay then, you’re… Lulu’.

‘Lulu? Seriously?’

‘Hey, you said anything! Luthor. Lu. Lulu. It was all I could think of! Besides, it’s kind of perfect because there is no way in hell Kara would ever believe you’d let me call you Lulu’.

‘With good reason. But fine, okay, Lulu it is’.

Alex chuckled as she saved the name and popped the last of her onion rings into her mouth. She chewed in silence for a while, tracing patterns in a puddle of spilled beer before broaching the question she had clearly been weighing up in her mind.

‘So… Kara knows you had a fight. What does she think it’s about, if not Supergirl?’

‘I have no idea. I could hardly ask, could I? I just had to go with it and hope for the best’.

‘And… did you mean what you told her? About wanting to put it behind you and move forwards?’

Lena opened her mouth to tell Alex to mind her own damn business, but then hesitated. If they were going to work together and keep Kara from getting suspicious, she supposed they needed to be on the same page about this. Still, she took a large swallow of wine before replying, trying to work out what she wanted to say, and how much she was willing to admit.

‘If I’m going to be able to help Kara I need to be close enough to her that she’ll let me do it, and the more comfortable she feels opening up to me the easier that will be. I did mean it when I said that all this has made me see things from a different perspective. But- look, the fact that Kara doesn’t remember what she did doesn’t mean she didn’t do it. Amnesia is not a free pass’.

‘I know that, but surely now you’re on the other side of it you can see why it might be important to keep this kind of secret?’

‘As I said, I’ve gained some new perspective, but it’s still a false equivalence to compare the two situations. Besides, me being upset with Kara isn’t just about her keeping her identity a secret. It’s the fact that she would fight with me as Supergirl, then come over as Kara and spend time with me as if nothing happened. Alex, she went behind my back and got my boyfriend to break into my lab instead of trusting what I told her, or even asking me to show her myself. As Supergirl she acted as though I had betrayed her for keeping the smallest thing about my work to myself regardless of the intention behind it, and yet all that time she knew she was keeping this huge secret from me despite how often I had practically begged her not to lie to me. She did a lot of objectively pretty awful things, and I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive her for them, or feel like we can be real friends again. But I’m not a monster. I still care what happens to her, and I am committed to helping her get the rest of her memories back. That’s the best I can do’.

Alex nodded slowly, frowning down into the dregs of her beer.

‘Yeah, I guess I see that. For what it’s worth though, I think you should try to forgive her. Kara made some mistakes, but she cares about you a lot, and she really misses having you as a friend’.

‘Respectfully Alex, I don’t want to hear that from you. It’s none of your business. I told you what I did so that you’ll know where we stand and that I’m in earnest about working with you on this, but beyond that, you don’t get to have an opinion on my friendship or lack thereof with your sister. I will work with you on this project because it’s the right thing to do, but that is the extent of our relationship’.

‘Fine. From here on out we will only talk about Operation Get Our Girl Back’.

‘We are NOT calling it that’.

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Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 42: Mission: Omega

''E-123, you didn't know – now I'm gonna show you the power that is me. You try to take me down- stop the show, seems you've never tasted fear- or loss of control. The power lives in me- The power that is me!''

– This Machine by Sonic Heroes (Team Dark Theme Song)

xXxXxXx

''Seriously?! He wants you to do that!'' Minami exclaimed in surprise.

''We were just as surprised,'' Touka said.

''I wonder what Egghead is going to say about this,'' Sonic said with a devious smirk on his expression.

Touka, Shadow and Rouge had earlier in the day a briefing with the Commander in regards to their mission, and once they were done with it, they quickly went to Touka and Shadow's room to call Team Neos about it. They were told that ARMS had found one of Eggman's bases and wanted to send the three for a recon mission, clearly seeing the Doctor as a huge threat. Team Neos' reaction to this was… strangely positive, with Sonic even looking excited. The three ARMS Agents figured that this was because they would be dealing with a familiar foe rather than some random Irregular. Not to mention, Dr. Eggman was currently their ally until they resolved this situation with ARMS, so they could discuss their next move.

''I hope you better have some good news if you're calling me!'' Dr. Eggman finally appeared on the screen, looking as irritated as ever.

''It depends on what you define as good news, Doctor,'' Rouge said, pressing a button on the holographic screen, opening a map with coordinates. ''ARMS is targeting one of your bases, specifically the one located here.''

''What?!'' Dr. Eggman said, less in disbelief and more because he couldn't believe the audacity of the organization to go after one of his bases. He looked at the location, a bit lost in thought as he tried to recall which one of his bases this one was. ''Huh, never expected they'd find this one.''

''Is it important?'' Lucas asked, with the whole of Team Neos staring at him in curiosity and anticipation. Dr. Eggman just waved him off.

''It is actually a storage facility for my E-100 Series of robots. I haven't used it in ages. As a matter of fact, I had discontinued it a while ago,'' he explained.

''Why would you discontinue them?'' Tails asked.

''I moved on to different projects, but I might revisit this one,'' Dr. Eggman said, suddenly grinning deviously as he turned to the ARMS Agents. ''You said that ARMS is targeting this Egg Base?''

''That's correct,'' Shadow answered, not liking the look the Doctor was giving them. ''This is supposed to be a recon mission.''

''Ho ho ho, that's excellent! Let me guess, they're hoping to steal some information from me,'' Dr. Eggman said, with the ARMS Agents nodding, slowly starting to regret their alliance with the mad Doctor. ''Then, I have the perfect answer for this situation.''

''Which is…?'' Makoto trailed off.

''I recall that your idea was to blackmail ARMS, wasn't it, Kinomoto?'' Dr. Eggman turned to Lucas, who just nodded in response, furrowing a brow as he wondered where this was going. ''Well, let's just say that I had been inspired and had been working on a special virus that cannot be detected, and once it enters the ARMS network system, it would start to download all of their sensitive data to the EggNet, and eventually delete itself once it is done.''

''That's… Is that even possible to be done?'' Silver asked.

''Of course it is! Don't question my genius!'' Dr. Eggman shouted back in indignation, getting several eye-rolls in response. He groaned, but decided to continue, ''Regardless, I will leave the virus at the computer within the Egg Base Omega, along with some dummy data that will send ARMS on a wild goose chase. All you have to do is to download it and make sure it is uploaded into the ARMS systems. The virus will take care of the rest. Understood?''

''Loud and clear, Doctor,'' Touka responded in a snarky tone. Dr. Eggman shot her a glare, with Touka sighing. ''I suppose this shouldn't be too difficult then. We'll be in and out in no time.''

''That's what you think.'' Dr. Eggman's comment caused everyone to stare at him suspiciously. ''I don't plan to make this easy for you just because we're in an alliance. As a matter of fact, since you'll be breaking into my property, I'll make sure that all of the defenses are activated.''

''I guess we should've expected that,'' Lily suddenly said. ''Not to mention, if ARMS keeps tabs on the Egg Base, they would get suspicious if there isn't some kind of retaliation.''

''Lily's right,'' Amy said. ''If things are too easy, they might want to know why.''

''Tch, do I look like care about that?'' Dr. Eggman interrupted her, grinning. ''While having your teammates succeed would benefit me in the long run, that doesn't mean that I wouldn't relish in them being beaten by my robots.''

''No one is surprised by that,'' Lucas commented. Dr. Eggman just narrowed his eyes, but then disconnected, figuring this was enough information he had provided them with.

''I don't trust him,'' Knuckles said once the Doctor was disconnected.

''None of us does, Knux, but we all have the same goal now,'' Sonic said.

''Honestly, while I agree with Dr. Eggman's plan, I don't like the idea that he would be the one who have full access to such sensitive information,'' Lucas said.

''Well, if we knew where exactly this information is being uploaded to, I suppose we could create an encrypted file that Eggman wouldn't be able to access,'' Warren said. ''Actually, I'm sure that a file protected by a password or several of them would be enough to ensure that Eggman wouldn't be able to get through it, considering the poor security of his own network.''

This caused several of his teammates to chuckle in amusement, with Tails adding, ''Unfortunately, we won't be able to do this from here, as we would need a more direct access to the EggNet and the virus itself, but you guys could do that.''

''What do we have to do?'' Rouge asked.

''Once you have access to the computer at the Egg Base, you'll use the program we sent you and follow the instructions we've written down. If everything goes well, the program will trace down the location of the file, and you'll be able to encrypt it,'' Tails explained.

''No problem,'' Rouge said, glancing at Touka and Shadow, who just nodded in acknowledgement.

xXx

Shadow's ears flicked as he heard soft buzzing and opened his eyes, reaching underneath his pillow and taking out the AR Visor he kept hidden there. He turned to the bed on the other side of the room, taking note of Touka being fast asleep, her back turned to him and then sat up, throwing the blanket over his head before answering the call.

''Sonic, why are you calling me at 2AM?'' Shadow stared at the small screen that was showing Sonic, who was lying in his bed. Sonic, in turn, gave him a sheepish smile.

''I couldn't really sleep, so I wanted to check on you,'' Sonic replied innocently, having realized the moment he saw Shadow's annoyed expression that he really shouldn't have called his rival this late. However, he spent most of the night tossing and turning in his bed, until he decided to call Shadow for his own peace of mind.

''Well, I can sleep and you just saw me a few hours ago during the team meeting,'' Shadow replied in a matter-of-fact tone, his eyes narrowed as he wondered whether there was something more to this conversation. ''Is there anything you want to talk about? I sincerely doubt that's the only reason you had called me.''

Sonic fell silent for a moment, then sighed, a small smile forming on his lips, as he should've known that Shadow would be blunt about this. ''It is really dull without you.''

''I suppose you just got used to us having our daily sparring matches, so it is not surprising that you would feel like that,'' Shadow replied, keeping his voice in a whisper to make sure that Touka doesn't wake up.

''Yeah, you're right…'' Sonic trailed off, wondering if he really should continue the conversation. He knew that Shadow had a mission tomorrow and he probably shouldn't interrupt him like this, but on the other hand, he was genuinely happy to see him and hear him.

''Sonic?''

''Huh, yeah?''

''You're staring at me.''

''Oh, sorry.'' Sonic was flustered to be caught like this. Was it really that obvious?

Shadow sighed, wondering what this situation even was. His mind was still occupied with the mission, so having Sonic call him out of nowhere to talk to him was a bit jarring, albeit not unwelcome. Perhaps having someone to take his mind off the things that troubled him would put him at ease, if only a little bit. ''How was your day?''

''My day? Well…'' Sonic had to admit that he was genuinely surprised that Shadow would initiate small talk. ''Lucas, Warren, Tails and I had talked to Loki, the wolf Commander of the Hunters, and he knows about ARMS, but doesn't trust them because of an accident where an Irregular like us was taken by them and never appeared again. I don't think that the Hunters are too familiar with ARMS.''

''I wouldn't be surprised,'' Shadow said, narrowing his eyes. ''After all, ARMS treats Irregulars like dangerous weapons. They even wanted me to absorb as much of Touka's BioEnergy as possible, so I was forced to use Chaos Surge to stop it.''

''Are you okay?'' Sonic asked worriedly. ''I know that you're not to keen on using BioEnergy, even if it's for a Chaos Surge.''

''I'm fine, since Touka has also recovered from the ordeal. I'm concerned what ARMS might do if they attempt to investigate my Chaos Surge ability. They might go after the rest of Team Neos,'' Shadow told him, rubbing his temple as he felt an oncoming headache.

''Don't worry about us, worry about yourself,'' Sonic told him, giving him a confident smile. ''I wish I could just bust into ARMS HQ to get you out.''

''If it weren't for the current circumstances, I would've done it by myself,'' Shadow told him. Sonic gave him a sympathetic look.

''You know, I am a bit jealous that you get break into Eggman's base,'' he said, smiling cheekily. ''I bet it's going to be exciting.''

''You could join us,'' Shadow suggested. Sonic sighed.

''I wish I could, but you know, that would blow up our cover. I also don't want to get my friends into trouble by doing something stupid,'' Sonic told him. Shadow rose an eyebrow, giving Sonic a scrutinizing look, leaving the latter confused. ''Uh, Shadow? Is something wrong?''

''I believe that's the first time I heard you say something sensible. Maybe you aren't the real Sonic and were replaced by a look-a-like,'' Shadow told him. He couldn't help but smile when he heard Sonic groan in annoyance and saw him roll his eyes.

''I know I can be reckless, but this situation is different,'' he said in an exasperated tone, then muttered, ''I also talked to Lucas about there being a possibility to break in, and he told me that we can't do that.''

''There is a reason Lucas is the leader and you aren't,'' Shadow said in a teasing tone, only to add in a more resolute tone. ''Not many would have enough sense to admit that.''

''Not many have the humility to admit that,'' Sonic said proudly.

''Humility? Your ego is the size of a skyscraper,'' Shadow said, with Sonic snorting in amusement.

''Right back at you, Shads. You aren't better than me, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform,'' Sonic told him. Shadow rolled his eyes, but Sonic could see the faint smile on his lips, making it clear that the dark hedgehog was amused by their banter. It made him feel quite happy to see his rival being this relaxed. ''In any case, you have to tell me what happened once you return from the mission. I want to hear all of the details.''

''I will, because knowing you, you'll probably spam my inbox with questions about what had happened,'' Shadow told him in a dry tone. Sonic gave him a sheepish smile.

''Sorry about that,'' he said, knowing well that Shadow was referring to the event right after their meeting with Mephiles and Toshiro, where Sonic just wouldn't leave him alone. ''I guess I should let you sleep now.''

''I didn't mind having a conversation with you, even if it was this late,'' Shadow said, surprising Sonic, who smiled back warmly as he looked at the screen. ''Good night, Sonic.''

''Good night, Shads. I miss you,'' Sonic said, the holographic screen before him turning black. Sonic then lied back down on his back, taking a deep breath, only for his brain to finally process what he just said to Shadow. He turned on his side, a faint tint of red spreading across his fawn muzzle, his emerald green eyes wide as he placed his gloved hand on his chest, feeling his heart race as if he just returned from his nightly run. Wait! Why did I tell him that? I mean, I do miss him, but that wasn't necessary! I just hope Shadow hasn't noticed anything, because that was just weird.

Meanwhile, Shadow placed the AR Visor back under his pillow and lied down, pulling the blanket over his shoulder, turning on his side and staring at the wall, his mind in a disarray. Unfortunately for him, the image of Sonic giving him a soft and kind smile just wouldn't get out of his head, and he groaned, furrowing a brow as he tried to fall asleep.

''Of course that idiot misses me,'' he grumbled under his breath, trying to ignore the wave of warmth that spread through his body and the tint of red appearing on his tan muzzle. ''Who else is going to be his rival?''

xXx

''We are at our location, but I can't find a place to land.''

''Then, we'll get out here!''

''W-What?!''

The pilot of the ARMS helicopter turned his head around, stunned to see Touka, Shadow and Rouge get up and stand in front of the open cabin door. Before he could even say anything, Rouge leapt out of the helicopter, spreading her wings and flying down. Shadow was the next one out, using his air shoes and nearby trees to cushion his fall. Touka was the last one to leave, taking off the hoverboard that was attached to the strap on her back and jumping out, placing the hoverboard under her feet and descending down to the ground safely. The pilot just shook his head, flying the helicopter away from the dense woods he couldn't land in. Touka, Shadow and Rouge observed the helicopter as it left, with the three exchanging glances.

''I guess we're on our own now. Let's go!'' Rouge said, flying up and through the woods. Touka and Shadow followed her on the hoverboard and skating via air shoes respectively until they had reached what appeared to be a building built into a hillside. It had a steel gate with an Eggman Empire insignia on the front, with Egg Pawns patrolling the area. Touka took out a pair of binoculars from her waist bag, carefully observing the area.

''From what I can see, there are at least five Badniks on patrol,'' she said, giving the binoculars to Rouge, who hummed in interest.

''Eggman did say he won't make it easy, but this still feels a little disappointing,'' she said, offering the binoculars to Shadow, who shook his head, declining the offer.

''We should still be careful. We don't know what the Doctor has in store for us,'' Shadow told the two. Touka and Rouge nodded, with Shadow suddenly dashing forward, drawing the attention of the Egg Pawns. Touka and Rouge then followed closely and split up, with Rouge joining Shadow in fighting the Egg Pawns, while Touka went to the keypad panel at the front gate to type in the passcode Dr. Eggman had sent them to enter the Egg Base Omega. When she turned back around, she only saw scrapped robots lying on the ground, some being smashed to pieces and others having visible scorch marks.

''That was easy,'' Rouge said in a confident tone, grinning at Shadow.

''We're not done yet,'' Shadow reminded her, joining Touka at the entrance. Rouge shrugged, following the two into the Egg Base.

''Considering what Dr. Eggman had told us, this place is probably filled with Badniks,'' Touka commented as they walked down a narrow corridor.

''You know, I wouldn't mind exploring this place a bit more once we're done with our mission. Eggman said that this is a storage, so he might be hiding something more than just robots here,'' Rouge said, smiling at the thought of there being a secret treasure inside the Egg Base.''

''Don't lose your focus,'' Shadow told both of them, walking a bit ahead of the two and keeping an eye out for any enemy Badnik. However, as they walked deeper and deeper into the Egg Base, they came to a chilling realization that they hadn't seen any Badnik aside from some scrapped parts.

''What happened here?'' Rouge asked as they stopped at a pile of robot parts, with Shadow examining it, lifting a piece of the broken torso.

''It looks like something or someone had blasted them apart,'' he said.

''So, someone had been here before us? But, that shouldn't be possible,'' Touka said. ''We know that ARMS was just observing this area before they sent us here.''

''You're right,'' Rouge said, narrowing her eyes. ''It is possible that whoever had done this is not affiliated with ARMS, and it is also possible that they're still here. Although, if they destroyed the Badniks inside the base, why not destroy the ones who were patrolling outside?''

''I don't know,'' Touka said. ''However, I believe we'll find out soon.''

The three continued walking through the base, finding more and more destroyed robots, like some kind of macabre marking that led them towards their destination – the control room with the main computer. However, just as the door to the room had opened, they heard gunfire coming from it and hid behind the entrance so they wouldn't get hit by a stray bullet.

''Worthless consumer models!''

As Touka, Shadow and Rouge peered inside the room, they saw a sturdy black and red robot with red eyes, a yellow head casing and wristbands studded with large spikes, and a large red ''Ω'' on the front of the left and back of the right shoulderpad, a jetpack on his back, destroying the Egg Pawns that were inside the room with the rotary cannons his arms had turned into.

''I guess that's one of those E-100 Series robots Eggman was talking about. At least this solves the mystery of the destroyed Badniks,'' Rouge said, exchanging glances with Shadow and Touka.

''You two try to get to the computer. I'll deal with this one,'' Shadow said.

''Okay, but be quick. I have a bad feeling that this berserk robot is going to tear the whole place apart,'' Rouge told him. Shadow nodded, getting quickly inside the room and taking advantage of the robot being distracted to attack him, while Touka and Rouge sneaked inside, trying to get to the computer. Unfortunately for them, even though Shadow kept the robot distracted, he kept blasting his weapons around wildly, trying to hit the elusive dark hedgehog and forcing Touka and Rouge to crawl behind some machinery to not get hit.

''Must eradicate all Eggman's robots!''

''Huh, this one is committed…'' Rouge commented, only for Touka to quickly grab her by the shoulder and pull her away when a loose missile hit the machinery before them, causing it to explode.

''Are you okay?'' Touka asked her.

''Yeah, I am, but that one was close!'' Rouge replied, glancing back at Shadow, who tried to distract the robot, spin-dashing into him to knock him back. Rouge narrowed her eyes. ''Something's not right…'' She turned to Touka. ''Make sure that the computer didn't get damaged. I'll try to stop these two from blowing us up.''

''Got it!'' Touka nodded, and once there was an opening, she dashed towards the computer, while Rouge flew towards Shadow and the robot.

''Hey, hold up!'' Just as they were about to clash again, Rouge suddenly appeared between them and intercepted the attack, pushing both apart to break up the fight and breathing heavily as her gaze shifted from one to the other. ''I think we have a misunderstanding here!''

''My name is E-123 Omega. I am the ultimate robot. All who get in my path will be crushed!''

E-123 Omega pointed his cannon arms at Rouge, with Shadow stepping in front of her in a protective manner.

''Stay back!'' he said, but Rouge pushed past him.

''My name is Rouge and this is Shadow, and the girl over there is Touka. From what I've seen, you want to destroy all of Eggman's robots, right?'' she asked, with Shadow giving her a questioning look.

''Affirmative!'' Omega responded.

''Fortunately, none of us are Eggman robots, so how about we all calm down now and discuss the situation,'' Rouge suggested. Shadow shifted his gaze from Rouge to Omega, at whom he glared apprehensively, while Omega just stared back at them intently.

''Registering the presence of a human and two biodigital lifeforms. My sensors are overdue for a maintenance,'' Omega said, turning his arm cannons into arms with four-fingered silver claws.

''Is that supposed to be an apology?'' Rouge asked, a little confused. Shadow remained silent, still wary of Omega, considering how the robot had no issues fighting him just a moment earlier.

''Guys, I'm in!'' Touka called out, drawing their attention. Fortunately, the computer had survived the onslaught, with Touka placing an USB stick inside that the Commander had given her and started downloading the dummy data and the virus Dr. Eggman had sent. Shadow, Rouge and Omega had joined her, looking at the monitor. ''Okay, I think we should use now the program Tails had sent us.'' Shadow took out the AR Visor, with Touka connecting it to the computer and activating the program, following the instructions that were in it. Soon, a file had opened and she opened another window that enabled her to password-lock the file. She turned towards the three. ''So, what kind of password should we use?''

''I believe that we agreed that there would be multiple passwords,'' Shadow said.

''What do you plan to do with the data?'' Omega asked.

''It's a long story, but we currently have a temporary alliance with Eggman so we can deal with a different organization named ARMS. Once we're done with that, we'll go right back to being enemies with the Doctor,'' Rouge explained, her arms folded across her chest.

''You are enemies of Eggman?'' Omega asked, clearly wanting a proper confirmation.

''Correct,'' Rouge replied, tilting her head. ''Why are you so mad at Eggman?''

''Dr. Eggman has sealed me inside this base and abandoned me. I desire revenge!'' Omega said firmly, with Rouge, Shadow and Touka exchanging glances, all of them having the same thought on their mind.

''You know, you could come with us. Once we're done with ARMS, you'd be free to go after Eggman instead of wasting away at this base,'' Touka suddenly voiced their thoughts. There was a moment of silence as they all processed what she just said, only for Rouge to break it.

''Then it's settled! Now you two make up so we can finish our mission,'' Rouge said, pulling the wary Shadow and Omega closer, and placing Shadow's hand over Omega's and then motioning for Touka to do the same, as she placed her hand over their. ''Aw yeah, baby, this makes us a team! Now, all we need is a team name.''

Shadow and Touka exchanged glances, both of them feeling somewhat familiar with this scenario, as if they were experiencing some kind of déjà-vu. Shadow then sighed, feeling as if he was about to say something he was going to regret. ''How about Team Dark?''

''Team Dark, eh? I like the sound of that,'' Rouge said, elbowing Omega. ''What do you say, Omega?''

''Team name is acceptable,'' Omega replied. Touka just smiled at the trio.

''The only thing that remains is to explain the Commander why we have returned with a rebellious Eggman robot. However, I think this might get interesting,'' she said.

xXx

''Boss, we've got activity at Egg Base Omega,'' Orbot said, reporting to Dr. Eggman.

''Good, that must mean that Kageura, Shadow and Rouge have gotten inside,'' Eggman replied, smirking. ''What about the defenses? I hope they had a lot of trouble passing through.''

''Actually, someone else had destroyed your robots before they had even arrived,'' Cubot said, only to get startled when Eggman suddenly turned towards him.

''What?! And you're telling me this now?!'' he yelled at the cube-shaped robot assistant.

''Well, you never asked,'' Cubot replied, shrugging. Eggman groaned.

''Orbot, pull up the footage from Egg Base Omega,'' he said, with the orb-shaped robot assistant doing as he was told.

''This is footage from a few hours ago,'' Orbot said, with the three observing the huge computer screen before them. Eggman narrowed his eyes as he saw one of his robots, recognizing the individual as E-123 Omega, booting up and starting to tear through the facility. The Egg Pawns that were stationed around attacked back, but they were easily destroyed.

''Eh, I think this E-100 Series robot is really angry at you, Boss,'' Cubot added as they listening to Omega's declaration about destroying Eggman.

''I know that!'' Eggman growled, turning his attention back to the screen, with the footage now showing him Touka, Shadow and Rouge getting inside and meeting Omega. ''Why did I even create- Ah, right… It was all part of the game.'' He leaned back in his seat, leaning his chin against his hand in thought. ''I suppose this is what happens when you are an evil genius with the memories of your other self. While it is insightful, it is also incredibly troublesome...''

While Dr. Eggman was musing over the situation, Dr. Starline was standing at the entrance, peering silently into the room. While he would usually fawn over his idol, he did feel a slight sense of concern in regard to this situation. He certainly wasn't happy about the alliance with Team Neos, let alone allowing them inside one of the Egg Bases, as he felt that this was giving them too much freedom. Why should they even sacrifice their own forces to aid his enemies? It just didn't make sense.

Starline turned on his heel, walking away. ''Still, I have great faith in the Doctor. I assume that his mindset is that there need to be sacrifices to achieve a greater goal, but an alliance with the enemy is still too much. There had to have been a different way to get this done.''

''You're being really loud, you know.''

Starline was startled by a familiar voice and quickly turned around, only to see Ferra being leaned against a wall, her arms folded across her chest. Metal Sonic was standing next to her.

''Don't you have something better to do than scaring people?!'' Starline shouted at her. Ferra just smirked back.

''It wasn't my intention to scare you like that,'' she told him, with Starline wondering if she was being genuinely apologetic. ''Not gonna lie, it was fun to see you make that expression.''

''Tch, you have absolutely no manners,'' Starline responded, continuing to antagonize her. He didn't even see Metal Sonic's red eyes flaring up and him glancing at Ferra, who just shook her head in response. Unfortunately, Starline was their ally, meaning that he couldn't beat up the platypus for insulting Ferra… yet.

''You shouldn't be talking so loud like this, especially when voicing your concerns. People might think you're conspiring against the Doctor,'' Ferra told him. Starline gasped dramatically.

''Conspiring against Dr. Eggman? How dare you to suggest even something like that?! I live to serve him!'' Starline responded angrily. Ferra shrugged.

''If that's the case, then you'd follow him every step of the way, right? No matter how nonsensical the plan is,'' she said.

''Well, of course-'' Starline cut himself off, a sense of doubt creeping into his mind. He certainly admired Dr. Eggman, but he had to admit that he felt that he believed that there was always a different approach to a certain situation, one that required… a different way of thinking, to put it simply. Or, to make it precise – his way of thinking. He then huffed, walking away. ''I will not discuss this any further. You are simply trying to get a raise out of me.''

Starline then walked away, lifting his head proudly, while Ferra kept an eye on him until he was out of her sight. ''Dr. Starline is going to get kicked out of the Eggman Empire if he doesn't keep that beak shut.''

'Indeed. I hope I get the honors of kicking him out,' Metal Sonic replied, causing Ferra to snort in amusement.

xXx

''Ugh, this place is awful,'' Shiro muttered under her breath, entering an old warehouse. ''A proper lady like me deserves to be at a place much more luxurious than this.''

''You're absolutely correct, Shiro.'' The kitsune Irregular suddenly turned around, spotting a teenager sitting on one of the crates stored inside the warehouse, one of his elbows propped on his knee as he gave her a mischievous grin. ''After all, most parasites in society tend to be high up on the hierarchy ladder.''

Shiro gritted her teeth and lifted her fan to attack the teenager, only to get immobilized by a bunch of purple and light pink crystals that shoot out from the ground. She felt her heart racing as she realized that the sharp tips missed her only barely, else she would've been impaled on them. She looked up at the teenager, whose eyes were now glowing in a dark periwinkle purple colour, realizing that he was the one who had summoned the crystals.

''Let me guess, you had no luck in finding more victims so you decided to turn on me,'' Toshiro said, sounding quite amused. Shiro didn't respond, instead just glaring at him. ''I'll take that as a positive answer.''

''It is your fault that there are so many Hunters patrolling the city!'' Shiro yelled at him. ''You had forced me to lure them out and now my own life is at stake!''

''Yet, you still failed at your mission.'' Shiro suddenly turned to the other person in the building, a shadow-like figure whose eyes were glowing in the same dark periwinkle purple colour as Toshiro's, and his body was crackling with energy. ''The Irregular Hunters were never our target.''

''Then all of this was for nothing?!'' Shiro screamed, only to quickly shut up when one of the crystals' sharp tips touched her neck. She knew that if she moved, she was dead.

''Fortunately for you, it wasn't a complete failure,'' Mephiles said. ''The Hunters can reach their breaking point if a powerful Irregular causes enough chaos within Neos City.''

''If that's all you wanted, then you can let me go now…'' Shiro hissed, holding her head up to avoid being impaled by the crystal through her lower jaw. Toshiro leapt down from the crate, glancing at his partner.

''I don't know, Mephiles… Should we really spare her life?'' he asked, a smile of pure malice appearing on his expression. ''After all, she had hurt many people.''

''At your request!'' Shiro yelled in protest.

''You could've simply refused and we would've been merciful enough to make your demise as swift as possible,'' Mephiles pointed out. ''Besides, you would be lying if you claimed you didn't enjoy at least part of your task.''

Shiro suddenly felt a chill flowing down her spine. She had no idea how she had managed to get herself involved with these two, but she remembered how she believed that she could manipulate them similarly to Ao. Unfortunately for her, Mephiles proved himself to be way more dangerous than she had anticipated.

''On the other hand, it would be an act of cruel mercy to let you live,'' Toshiro said. ''You have enemies everywhere, and the Hunters know what you have done. Your life, which had been so comfortable at this point because you had others working for you, had become a game of survival. I suppose we could let your someone else decide your fate… someone who has a more personal connection to you.''

Toshiro then waved his hand, the crystals disappearing and Shiro fell down her knees, shaking and her eyes were wide in horror. Toshiro and Mephiles just walked past her, leaving her in the warehouse.

''This was quite disappointing,'' Mephiles commented.

''She won't last long, that's for certain. Besides, we currently have more pressing matters to focus on,'' Toshiro told him. ''We need to force ARMS to finally reveal themselves to the public, and to do that, they need to have a target that can challenge them properly.''

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Eight Nights of Mulder Day Six: Dreidel [on Ao3]

December 1998

He almost kissed me in his hallway. He lets her call him Fox. He loves me. He loves me not. He came all the way to Antarctica to save my life. He ditched me with Gibson Praise to drive off with her in Phoenix. He loves me. He loves me not. He said he loved me when he was high on painkillers. He probably told her that countless times while sober. He loves me. He loves me not.

Being off the X-Files is bad for us. Running background checks on fertilizer purchases uses up too small a fraction of my brain power and frees up too much of my energy to think about other things…like what the fuck is going on in my partner’s head. He’s moody and more impatient than normal. His behavior borders on flirtatious at times but if I play along, he recoils.

When we worked on the X-Files together, Mulder and I were in sync. We rarely shared an opinion, but we had our routine well-established: Theory, countertheory, hunches, wild goose chases, and typically ending up just as clueless as when we started. It was a well-choreographed dance. We could do all the steps with our eyes closed.

Now, we’re stomping all over each other’s toes. Our rhythm is off. Sometimes it seems like we’re having two different conversations at the same time.

I don’t want to say it’s all Diana Fowley’s fault, but she sure as fuck isn’t helping. She tends to always have an excuse to call him down to the basement with a question about a case. She inevitably makes her way up to the bullpen around lunchtime to see if he wants to get something to eat. Mulder usually asks if I’d like to join, but I know it’s an empty invitation.

I’m not proud of it, but I do have a jealous streak. It isn’t even always romantic, either. I remember competing with my siblings for my father’s attention, and burning with anger if he seemed more impressed with one of them at any given moment. It was the same in school, from the time I was a child all the way through Quantico. I had such a desire to please my teachers and needed to be the favorite in every class.

Needless to say, being the subject of Mulder’s undivided attention—with the exception of the weekly cryptid or the occasional busty entomologist—for nearly six years felt good. Having to share him with Diana Fowley does not.

I know they have history. And I know she’s attractive. But it’s not even that. It’s the effect she has on him. The way he’ll believe anything she says without a scrap of evidence. The way she makes me feel like a nagging shrew. The way she gets to call him Fox.

He’s coming back from lunch now, striding across the bullpen towards me, and, is he…whistling? I sincerely hope all he had to eat was a sandwich.

“Hey, Scully,” he says, smiling. “It’s unseasonably warm out. What do you say we get out of here for a bit?”

“You’ve been gone for nearly an hour. Weren’t you at lunch with Agent Fowley?” I ask.

“Nah,” he says. “She got an urgent phone call before we made it out of the building, so I just went back to my apartment to pick up this book on cryptozoology that’s been on my mind.”

I notice he’s empty-handed. “But you didn’t find it?”

Mulder shakes his head. “I think it might still be in our old office. But I found something else.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small wooden top.

“A dreidel?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “This was mine when I was a kid. Ended up in the back of my bookcase somehow. Come on, I’ll teach you how to play. ‘Tis the season, after all, and I promise it’ll be more fun than running another background check. Although that isn’t saying much.”

I could use a break. This work is mind-numbingly dull and playing hooky for an afternoon with Mulder sounds much more intriguing. I return his smile and shrug on my coat.

As I’m following him through the bullpen, he calls out to me, a little too loudly, “I hope we’re not stuck on this stakeout the rest of the day, but knowing our perp I wouldn’t bet on making it back before sunset.”

“That’s too bad, Agent Mulder,” I reply, matching his volume and trying not to grin. “I was hoping to get ahead on all this paperwork.”

The elevator down to the lobby is crowded but he gives me a conspiratorial wink and I feel myself blushing. I’m pressed up close to him and can smell his musk and aftershave. We both can’t help but laugh once the lobby’s revolving door propels us onto the sidewalk. He’s right. It’s warm out for December and in the sun I barely need my coat.

We wander until we’re a safe distance from getting spotted and find ourselves a bench near the reflecting pool. Thanks to the temperate weather, the Mall is busy and we can easily blend in with the crowd of tourists and office workers.

“Ever played dreidel before, Scully?” he asks.

“I can’t say I have.”

“It’s easy.” He holds the top out to me in his palm.

“This is nun,” he explains, pointing to the side of the dreidel embossed with a character that looks like a backward letter C. “If your spin lands on nun, you do nothing, which is easy to remember. But nun looks deceptively similar to gimel”—he turns the top to a side with a nearly identical symbol, but this one has a little leg sticking out of the bottom, “and if you land on gimel, you get the whole pot.”

“What’s in our pot, Mulder?” I ask.

“Sam and I used to play with gelt but since we don’t have any, we can use these instead,” he says, pulling a bag of sunflower seeds out of his jacket pocket.

“If you land on shin,” he says, showing me a character that looks like a W, “you have to add a coin, or a seed in our case, to the pot. That leaves hey”—now he shows me the final side of the dreidel— “and that means you take half the pot.”

“I think I got it,” I say.

He starts divvying up a pile of seeds between the two of us. He brings one to his mouth, cracks open the shell with his teeth, and eats it. I’ve seen him do the same motion hundreds of times and it always makes me wonder what else his nimble mouth is capable of. I’m sure Diana has intimate knowledge of that.

“For good luck,” he says.

“Sure, Fox,” I say teasingly.

He cringes.

“Sorry,” I say, my eyes drifting to my pile of sunflower seeds. “That’s what Diana calls you.”

“Yes, and I hate it,” he says. “I’ve asked her not to, but it’s not a battle worth fighting. I think she does it just to irritate me.”

“I know you two were,” I pause. “Together.”

Why am I prying? He knows that I know. I know he’ll never say anything outwardly negative about her as much as I wish that he would. And I don’t want him to think that I’m fishing. But I can’t resist.

“A long time ago,” he says quietly.

“It must be nice to have her back, though” I say. “An old friend.”

He shrugs and plucks one seed from each of our piles to start the pot.

“You go first,” he says, handing me the dreidel.

I give it a flick with my fingers but my spin is too enthusiastic and the dreidel ends up falling off the bench.

“Easy there, tiger,” Mulder says with a laugh, leaning over to pick it up off the ground.

I try again more gently, and land on hey. “Nice, Scully,” he says, as I take one seed back from the pot.

We go back and forth like this for a while, our respective sunflower seed piles growing and shrinking.

“I never did this with Diana,” he says absentmindedly as he adds to the pot after landing on shin.

“You don’t need to tell me that, Mulder,” I say softly, once again avoiding his eyes.

“It’s true,” he says, bringing his fingertips to my chin, encouraging me to look up and face him. “I’m not going to lie to you. We were very close for a while and, at the time, I would’ve said she was the love of my life—”

I flinch and hope he doesn’t notice.

“—but that was before I met you.”

“Oh, please, Mulder,” I say, leaning back and away from him. “You were in a relationship with her. You lived together. You were…intimate. I’m just your partner.”

“I hope you don’t believe that, Scully,” he says sternly, and I realize he’s serious. “I thought I loved Diana because she was the first person to accept me for who I am, but it didn’t take long to realize that she didn’t really see me. She saw a version of me that she felt she could mold into someone she’d want to be with. When I didn’t want to go along with that, she picked up and left. But you see me, Scully. You really see me for who I am and you haven’t run away yet.”

He reaches across our sunflower seed piles to hold my hand. His touch is gentle yet firm, as if to reassure me. My lips are trembling and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I’m scared to speak, not knowing what sounds will come out.

“And I see you,” he continues. “You’re so fucking loyal and honest and you fight for what you believe in. You’re principled and kind and even though you challenge me every day, there’s no one else I’d rather argue with. You give my life meaning.”

He squeezes my hand tighter. I try to hold back my tears but it’s no use. I blink and they’re streaming warm down my face. My heart and my mind are racing. Passersby are milling all around us but we’re frozen like statues.

“Mulder,” I gasp. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says, smiling as he passes me the dreidel. “Just spin.”

Catching my breath, I give the dreidel one last spin on the bench.

“Gimel!” he shouts excitedly. “You get all the seeds, Scully. And all of me. Don’t forget that.”

“Too bad I don’t like sunflower seeds,” I say, smiling at him shyly.

“Well, I can take those off your hands,” he says, sweeping all three piles of seeds back towards him. “But you are stuck with me, unfortunately.”

We lock eyes. “I can live with that,” I say.

He returns the seeds to the plastic bag and tucks it back into his jacket pocket. As we walk back to the Hoover building, he drapes his arm around me. For the first time in months, we’re back in sync.

I think he just might love me.

#eightdaysofmulder #eightnightsofmulder #8dom #txf #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr

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the-lost-lights · 8 months

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Here's my idea for Uzi's human family for your human Uzi AU

I have 3 ideas

1. Khan finds Uzi inside the factory from episode 6.

He was in a factory because he wanted to take some stuff that could be useful and maybe to impress Nori. While looking for some stuff he finds her human parents dead. Her human parents were living in the factory after core collapsed and they survided. But after a while they were killed by sentinels. Khan was about leave after he sees her dead human parents until he heard Uzi cooing and laughing. When he hears her, he finds her hidden under the desk in the box. He also finds out that Uzi's original name was Susie by her name bracelet but was scratched a bit. As he was about to leave with her, the sentinels attack which leads to wild goose chase but they manage to get out alive.

This was inspired by one scene in Tarzan movie how Kala found baby Tarzan

2. Her human parents accidentally left her behind.

Her human parents and other human survives had escaped through escape pods before core collapsed. They were about to leave but they couldn't get their daughter on time. As they flew and watched the core collapse they were devastated thinking that tgeir daughter was dead. But she wasn't and was eventually found by Khan, Nori or both

I think about how you can make the squad go to the planet where the rest of the humans are alive or make humans come to copper 9 to help the squad. And maybe maybe her humans parents see their daughter after so long or her relatives find her

You can make her parents good and her relatives bad guys or reversed

3. Her human parents are dead but have relatives

The same thing as the second one. You can make Uzi ask tons of questions about how were her parents like or something. I also think that humans would tell her about human stuff and how they work since she barely knows anything about her kind. You can make her relatives good guys or bad guys.

I'm quite curious how would her human family react to her being raised by drones

Anyway that's all. I really hope to see a fanfic about this au or a fanart. I really love this au. I had the same idea.

Also please tell me what do you think please

For those that don't know: I made a Murder Drones AU alongside @roseofhybrids where Uzi is the last human on Copper 9. You can read about the genesis of this AU in THIS ask I made to @ayloverlove and you can read more about this AU in THESE posts made by @roseofhybrids.

Originally I planned for Uzi to be found inside the last working cryogenic chamber of the bunker where the drones live, but you know what? It works better that way. Thanks for your suggestion @blue-fanlady!

To better understand WHY Uzi was there, however, let's just imagine that the industrial facility had a kindergarten where workers could leave their kids while they did their job, and that when Nori went on her murder spree the biological parents of Uzi tried to save their daughter by putting her into a cryogenic chamber before she murdered them. With the passage of years, the facility began to break down and all the chambers either began to malfunction and kill their hosts, were found by the Absolute Solver, who used the humans inside as biological components and materials for its creations or both... All except for one.

Years later Nori, after some visions of the future that showed her some worker drones she knew torn into pieces by a disassembly drone, decided to go back to the facility in search of something that could help the drones living inside the bunker to fight against disassembly drones after her attempts to convince the workers to add more defences the the bunker failed. Khan saw her leave in the middle of the night and decided to follow her and, after almost being killed by a dozen of sentinels and a baby worker drone with parts of various deceased disassembly drones crudely stitched to it, is found by Nori. After being chewed out about having followed in secret in such a dangerous place and then complaining that he only did that because she left in the middle of the night without telling anyone and he was worried for her safety, they get attacked by more sentinels and are forced to run, but as they try to find an exit they get briefly separated and Nori gets hurt by one sentinel and forced to hide in a room.

A room containing multiple broken down cryogenic chambers with corpses inside... except for one.

Nori is shocked by this, she didn't expect to see a still alive human on Copper 9 after she... the Absolute Solver blew up the core of the planet. She stares at her in silence, not knowing what to do. Then one of her eyes shifts in the symbol of the Absolute Solver and she slowly puts an hand on the glass of the cryogenic chamber, preparing herself to kill the child: while she is an innocent baby, she's still a member of the race that turned her into a monster, and as such she has to pay for their crime...

Then Khan barges in the room and forces her to stop before she can kill the baby. When he sees the chamber he is shocked to see the baby floating inside it and doesn't know what to do, but isn't ok with the idea of killing her:

Khan: Nori, you can't kill a baby!

Nori: Of course I can. (Grabs a steel pipe from a broken down cryogenic chamber)

Khan: B-but how??? How you can kill something so... so...

Nori: Jeez Khan, it's not that hard to kill a baby. (Prepares herself to swing)

Khan tries to convince her to stop from killing the child, stating that she's the last human on Copper 9, she's completely harmless and she has already lost everything, while Nori claims that the baby will probably grow up to become like one of the humans that enslaved the worker drones and since she has nothing left on the planet killing her would be a better solution than remaining inside a cryogenic chamber until it breaks down. Khan then says something that changes everything:

Khan: What if we raise her?

Nori: What?

Khan: What if we raise her as our daughter? We'll raise her like a drone, so that she won't become like the other humans!

Nori: Khan, that the most stupid idea I've ever heard. How do you think you'll be able to hide to the other drones that she's not a drone? How would you manage to keep her alive since this planet doesn't have an atmosphere anymore? How you will justify things like her hair growing or her having the need to eat and drink? HOW???

Khan: Well, I've heard of special drone types that are completely indistinguishable from humans, and the bunker where we live was built to house humans in case of danger, so...

Nori: ...

Khan: Please Nori...

Nori: ...

Khan: ...

Nori: ... Fine, you won. You can keep the human.

Khan: I knew I could...

Nori: But I still think that's a terrible idea and because of this I won't help you raise her.

Khan: Oh.

(Nori starts to walk away)

Khan: Were are you going?

Nori: I'll go check if there are more of those lizard things around here.

Khan: Can you help me at least find a way to transport the baby out of here without deactivanting or damaging the (Khan realizes that Nori has left the room) oh, alright... No problem... I'm sure I'll find a way...

After slaughtering hordes of sentinels in rage, Nori manages to create a safe way out from the building but before she gets out she decides to go back and check if Khan is still inside that room. When she finds him she discovers that Khan managed to find an old but still functional generator and has combined it with the cryogenic chamber, allowing it to be transported, but has failed to move it of a single inch due to their combined weight. With the help of her AS powers, Nori, reluctantly begins to help Khan transport the cryogenic chamber to the bunker, all while Khan rants off his desire to teach the baby all about doors and tries to find a good name for her...

Also yes, Uzi does have some still alive human relatives off planet, but since all files about human workers have either been damaged buring Nori's murder spree or cancelled by JCJenson IN SPAAAAACE! in order to hide their secret experiments with the Absolute Solver none of them know that she's alive. I'm currently toying around the idea of making Uzi a distant relative of Tessa, but I'm not very sure to add that and even if I add that it won't be important to the plot.

#murder drones #murder drones au #human uzi #khan doorman #murder drones nori #murder drones khan #uzi doorman #murder drones uzi #absolute solver

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Name of the Game

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: When work separates you and Joel to opposite coasts, it's nice to know that things haven't changed [1.2k]

Author's note: IT'S HAPPENING PEOPLE

Warnings: famous Joel au, no outbreak :D, baseball talk, Joel being a shithead, yearning, the lightest touch of sexting

"I hate this, by the way." You say the second the ringing on the other line stops. Joel laughs, and his studio chair squeaks. You keep telling him he needs to replace it, but he's obviously not listening.

"Hello to you, too." He says. You swear you can hear the smirk in his voice. It's been three weeks since you last saw him and the girls. He started recording a new album in Los Angeles, and you got sent off to New York City to shoot for your latest movie. You really didn't think being on opposite sides of the country would affect you two that much, but with the time change, busy schedules, and general exhaustion, you barely have time to talk. Plus, the girls are finishing up this school year, which is always a crazy time for him. You think it would be even if he weren't famous.

"Hi. I miss you." You say as you rummage through your bag for your water bottle.

"This is just temporary. I promise," he says, and you sigh. It's temporary until the next project or album or tour, you think. Your and Joel's work ethic is very similar, and it would be admirable if you didn't both pile so much onto your plate. "I miss you, too."

"How are the girls?"

"They're good. Sarah is stressed with finals and barely comin' out of her room, and Ellie sent me on a wild goose chase last night cause she needed a poster board for a project she's known about for a month. I swear, these girls are gonna put me in an early grave."

"You love them."

"I'd love 'em a lot more if they let me sleep."

"Mhm," you hum as you move to another bag, still looking for your stupid fucking water bottle. At this point, you're ninety percent sure you left it in the makeup trailer. Joel likes to joke that you can't go anywhere without that huge pink monstrosity of a water bottle, but you might be proving him right by frantically looking for it. Joel chuckles at your half-hearted response.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I boring you?" He asks, and you smile. You give up on finding it and flop onto your hotel bed as if it were your own.

"Not more than usual."

"Very funny," he says. "How's New York?"

"It's good. I think we've got another week or two of filming. Everybody's doing great work, and the directors are fantastic, but I'm ready to come home."

"It'll go quick. Besides, you're not missin' much here."

"I beg to differ. It sounds like I missed world-famous rockstar Joel Miller battling it out with a fourteen-year-old in a Hobby Lobby at 9pm."

"It was actually a Michaels," he corrects. You can imagine him standing there with his hands on his hips as Ellie scans the different poster board types and asks his opinion. "The girls and I will still be here by the time you get back. They want us all to go out to dinner the second you get home."

"That sounds nice," you say. "Much nicer than long-distance phone calls at one in the morning."

"Yeah, why are you callin' so late? Not that I'm complaining." He asks, even though he's only three hours behind you. You yawn and stretch out on the bed.

"Shooting went late today, and I didn't want to go to bed without talking to you."

"You're getting ready for bed?" He asks, and you hum. His chair squeaks again, and he gets quiet. "What are you wearing?" You laugh at the question and look down at your ensemble.

"Oh, something super sexy."

"Like?"

"A ratty old Cubs jersey and a pair of sweatpants."

"A Cubs jersey?! You're breakin' my heart, baby," he says. "Send me the hotel's address so I can send you an Astros jersey to wear instead."

"I'll wear an Astros jersey when they can win a World Series without cheating."

"At least the Astros can win a World Series. What was the Cubs drought? A hundred and ten years or somethin'?"

"A hundred and eight, thank you very much."

"What if I got it signed by the whole team? Would you wear an Astros jersey, then?"

"No, but I'd give it to your daughters and take the credit for it."

"Now, that," he says. "Is evil."

"One day, I'll take you to Wrigley Field, and you can watch some real baseball. "

"Be careful. I'll take you up on that offer."

"I'm counting on it, cowboy." The line grows quiet on both sides, and you know this is the closest you'll get to him for the next few weeks. You listen to his breathing and imagine his elbows on the desk in front of him, lyric pages scattered around him, and his guitar within reach. You wish you were there so he could pick your brain about a melody or even just walk by and kiss his head when he's deep in thought. In the same way, you wish he was here so he could read scenes with you and bring your favorites in from catering.

"I can't wait for you to come home." He says so softly you almost miss it. You let your eyes close and take a deep breath.

"Me neither."

"It's late. You should probably sleep."

"Yeah," you yawn. "Tell the girls I say hi."

"I will. I love you."

"Love you." You say and hang up. You put your phone on the charger and try to fall asleep, but your brain is overrun with thoughts of what you need to do the next day on set, things to ask the intimacy coordinator for, and new ideas for scenes. Your phone buzzes next to you an hour later with a text from Joel— a video of him strumming a tune you haven't heard before. He hums lowly as he plays, and the gentle unfinished song continues in your dreams.

The next day is full of shoots, reshoots, touch-ups, and one exhausting scene of running through the streets of Manhattan that the director wanted to shoot at least seven different times. By the time you get to go home, you're sweaty, tired, and have at least thirty unread text messages from Ellie, almost all of them TikTok's that "Oh my god, you have to watch."

When you get to your hotel room, you go to throw your bag on the bed but stop when you see a big box wrapped with a red bow on it. You furrow your brows as you pick up the note attached and read it. For Wrigley Field - JM, it reads. You open the box, and a beautiful new Cubs jersey sits at the bottom with a signed baseball next to it. When you pick it up to look at it closer, it has your last name on the back, and you find an Astros hat at the very bottom of the box. For the World Series, the note reads. You laugh out loud and clutch the royal blue cloth to your chest.

You respond to any and all unread texts, emails, and notifications. After a shower, you slowly start to feel human again. Human enough to shoot a text to Joel.

Ask me what I'm wearing

Uh oh, he responds.

C'mon, you know you want to

What are you wearing?

You smirk at your phone as you shoot him a photo of you wearing the Cubs jersey, the fabric riding up your thighs just enough to show that you're only wearing a pair of lacy black panties underneath. Your phone lights up with his contact photo almost immediately, and you laugh as you answer his call.

"Goddamn," his voice is deep and gravely as he groans. "After that, I think I just might be the world's biggest Cubs fan."

#rockstar!joel miller #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel the last of us #joel miller drabble #joel miller fluff #joel miller x female reader #joel miller au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #the last of us hbo #bitch this was so fun to write

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onigirio · 1 year

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I might as well beg you to make a series of headcanons of Percy and Sunny please. I’m invested now 😭what about them going on a quest??

a/n: this is not my best work! you wanted headcanons but this is some kind of hc-one shot hybrid😭 i still hope you enjoy <3

with a lot of struggle

you FINALLY finished your school year

the bell had barely rung and you were already dashing out of the school

your mom was waiting in the parking lot with your camp bags

“am i still picking up percy?” “no that loser went early”

you were still a bit salty about it

you made a playlist for the car ride

party of one </3

now your mom was gonna berate you for your report card

after a bit of driving (and a lot of back and forth between you and your mom)

you finally got to camp!!!

you had barely managed to drag yourself across the threshold of camp before you heard a familiar voice

“SUNNY’S HERE” will yelled

as much as he annoyed you, will was like your little brother

you care about him a lot, and he’s always gonna be your number one

percy is still a little salty about that

SPEAKING OF PERCY

you can barely greet him before he’s tackling you with a hug and peppering your face with kisses

this is not a surprise for campers since percy has been counting the hours until you would be at camp

“only 76 more hours” “until what?” “until i can hug sunny again”

poor boy missed you so much

he went to your spring show, and that was the last time he saw you before he was called to camp

that was about 3 weeks ago

as much as you called on IM, you missed him a lot

but now you’re back at camp together!

he helps you with your bags and he’s extra careful with your guitar

“PRECIOUS CARGO COMING THROUGH!”

you can’t tell if he’s talking about you or the guitar

when the stoll twins almost set your hair alight with a flaming arrow

you realize he’s talking about you

“sorry sun-“ “WATCH IT”

percy has made you into a minor camp celebrity

except for during capture the flag

when you guys are on opposite teams? GOOD LUCK

you’re always on defense because you have a little bit of foresight

you can’t see that far into the future, but you have a sort of spidey sense

your sunny sense

so you’re always left around the flag for good measure

no matter what, percy has never been able to capture the flag when you’re on guard

“percy coming in at 3 o’clock” “what?” “bro just trust me”

they shot and pinned percy to a tree

sunny is never wrong

you have a tally going for how many times you’ve shot at percy

it’s a lot

games aside, you’re just happy to be back at camp

just peace and quiet

until chiron called you to his office

“i fear your father is in a bit of distress”

‘when is he not’ you thought to yourself

“his bow has mysteriously gone missing”

ah, that explains it

long story short, you’re going on a wild goose chase

a wild bow chase if you will

it was last seen in brooklyn, and your father wants you to find it

bye bye peaceful summer

either way, you’re leaving the next day

you’ve only been at camp for like a week

quests were never your forte

people usually ask you to go because of your foresight

you mostly say no, because of personal reasons

things like medication, sensory issues, etc

but it seems like your dad had other plans

percy was waiting for you outside the big house

“what’s up?”

he was worried

you hate it when he worries

“i’m going on a quest for my dad” “when do you leave?” “tomorrow.”

then it was silent, and the two of you stood on the porch to the big house

“who are you taking” that was the question you dreaded

“i’m going alone”

percy then followed you as you walked back towards your cabin

the two of you sat on the floor of your cabin getting a basic pack together

first aid, ambrosia and nectar, snacks etc

your bow turned into a little charm on your bracelet for easy transport

sometimes your dad was useful

only sometimes though

carrying arrows around would be a problem though

hopefully you don’t get arrested

the afternoon continued as normal

dinner was great as always, and the campfire was bittersweet

percy always had his hand in yours

poor boy is worried

then the morning came

you were making your rounds, saying goodbyes and giving hugs and that’s when you realized

percy hadn’t come to say goodbye

your heart ached a little, because you needed a little boost from your boyfriend

so you got in the van

putting your bag and quiver on the ground

“ow”

car floors do not talk

and if they did, they definitely did not sound like percy jackson

you looked down, and sure enough your boyfriend was there in the signature orange chb tee and a goofy smile on his face

“so i know you said-“

he was immediately shut up by your lips on his

“you’re an idiot”

“i’m your idiot”

you pretended to be mad

but you were actually really happy he was with you

because you were extremely anxious

percy doesn’t force you to talk

you both just hold each other until you’re comfy

sooner or later you were in brooklyn

the last place the bow was seen

that was helpful!

except you didn’t even know where to start

because brooklyn is very big

make it worse? you don’t know what the bow looked like

you could really use a little hint from the guy right now

how do you even find a lost bow

is there like a lost and found for greek artifacts

if yes, was it in brooklyn

if no, it was a brilliant business idea

you were so nervous you didn’t even notice your speed walking

by the time percy turned to talk to you, you had already walked a good distance away from him

(you made sure to apologize after he caught up)

your boyfriend understands the stress that comes with quests

especially ones surrounding retrieving an item

so he holds your hand and helps you stay calm on your little search and rescue mission

with little to no progress, your first day ended quite peacefully

now you were just broke teens wandering the streets looking for shelter

“we could just sneak into someone’s house” “we are not breaking and entering percy”

hotels in brooklyn were expensive

at least more than the pocket money your mom gave you

lowkey you just wanted to go home to your comfy sheets and cuddle with percy

damn the gods and their carelessness

“psst!! you there!!”

you turned to see some guy wearing sunglasses at a cafe table

he looked oddly familiar

mostly because you see the same face every time you walk into your cabin back at camp

“oh, dad” “sunny wait- that’s HIM?”

percy seemed to be the only one out of the loop

you found it kinda funny

like you see apollo in your dreams a lot

your own lil gossip sesh in your head

sunny fave kid (not that you’d ever tell your siblings)

obvi you sit next to him and start chatting

percy was there like “🧍🏼‍♂️”

“so then i assume this is the boyfriend”

you nodded and apollo did a once over

“ig love really is blind…”

cue confused noises from percy

papa apollo just wants the best for you

and he did not think the son of poseidon was the one

“i thought we had a quest to do”

another side eye from apollo

“who is WE?”

let’s cut to the chase

“i last remember having it somewhere in a park, now i find it”

clearly the forgetfulness was genetic

“okay but how do we find it” “you should be able to feel it”

so now you were going off of vibes

like find my iphone for your dad

why couldn’t he do it? gods know

he has a chariot to drive for gods sake

knowing that you were a human bow tracker, you and percy left to continue your search

your dad gave you some money (dollars and drachmas) as an apology for making you find his bow

he gave percy a side eye over the rim of his sunglasses before disappearing

with a newfound determination (and milkshakes), you took the quest head on

you two found yourselves in an overgrown park secluded from the rest of the city

the foliage was so overgrown percy had to chop his way through it

the lamps didn’t work so you two were feeling around for a while

it was a struggle to get there, but it was worth it

because apollo was right

you felt the energy of his bow

“sunny you’re glowing” “percy now is not the time for flirting” “no- you’re glowing!”

you looked down and he was right

you were glowing just the faintest bit

it’s like a game of hot and cold

you were just walking around and comparing the strength of the energy you felt to the brightness of your glow

you almost jumped when you weeded through a bush and saw the bow almost immediately

you went to grab it, but something felt wrong

this quest was a bit too peaceful

“is everything okay? let’s just grab it and find your dad-“

percy was cut off by you tackling him to the ground

he was confused, but then he saw it

the minotaur standing a few feet from the bow

percy barely noticed

but sunny sense is never wrong

this was not percy’s first rodeo

but it was basically yours

you were never on quests, so random monster encounters were new to you

he didn’t miss the way your shoulders quivered slightly

percy just wanted you to make it out okay

he would make sure of it

so you got off of him and pulled out your bow

he uncapped riptide and you two were ready to go

“i’ll distract it, you go in for the bow” you suggested

“no let me distract it, you’re faster than me” he retorted

it went back and forth like that even when the minotaur noticed you

you heard a menacing growl and immediately ceased your argument

like clockwork you guys bolted in opposite directions, and to your relief, mr minotaur chose to follow percy

meaning you were on bow rescue duty

so you had to be sneaky

but it’s hard to be sneaky when you’re glowing like a dollar store disco ball

you would move an inch before the minotaur would turn a little bit

percy would then stab at it as a distraction

this high stakes red light green light went on for a bit

until you FINALLY got your hands on apollo’s bow

and just on time it seems, because your foresight was tingling

you turned around and placed an arrow onto the bowstring, pulling back

“hey! oversized cow!”

the minotaur was seconds away from disarming percy

it turned to face you, and all the confidence you once felt drained from your body

your face paled and the bow almost fell from your hands

without warning, the minotaur dashed at you

you braced for impact, the last thing you heard being percy’s worried exclamations

but the impact never came

you opened your eyes and saw a geometric dome of light surrounding you

this was not on your bucket list

the minotaur wobbled around, clearly dazed

percy once again, stood confused

you shrugged, mirroring his expression

pulling back, you shot the arrow straight into its forehead

you picked up the horn that remained after the corpse withered to dust

“now we match”

however percy did not match your excitement

“how did you do that”

your hands still had a residual glow from the energy

honestly you were too tired to care

you wanted to say something, but your vision turned black before you could even mutter a sentence

the last thing you heard was a panicked percy yelling your name

then it was black

no visions, no visits from your dad, just pure darkness and silence

it felt somewhat peaceful

you liked it

until a bright light started splitting the inky abyss

and your head started pounding like crazy

sitting up and looking around, you realized you were back in the infirmary

and when attempting to move your hand, you were only met with a vice grip

in your lap, slept a messy mop of dark brown hair

said mop began to wake up when you yanked his arm

at first he was annoyed

then he realized

and squeezed the living daylights out of you

and you both sat there for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes

until will solace came in and kicked percy out so he could make sure you were okay

you got away with a few scratches, but when you passed out apparently you hurt your shoulder too

meaning you were off the shooting range for a little while

you almost cried

bandaged and sore to the bone, you walked out of the infirmary

“sunny!”

you turned your head before being tackled into another bear hugging

“ow ow ow percy my shoulder my shoULDER”

he apologized and opted to hold your hand instead

you asked him what happened when you passed out

percy told will, and apparently being around so much solar energy from the bow awakened some kind of heliokinesis

“it’s kinda useless if you pass out every time you use it”

he got a punch on the shoulder for that one

“and the bow?” “oh your dad came and took it a little while after you passed out, he gave you a ride home”

you paused

wait a second

“only me?”

“i got a taxi”

you almost died of laughter

of course you apologized for your dad and gave percy the biggest kiss

he begrudgingly accepted as long as you two go questing together more

after that? you think you can handle a few more quests

“next we go to tartarus” “okay that’s enough out of you”

#rio rambles #pjo headcanon #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #rio writes 🐝#percy jackson x reader #pjo imagines #percy x reader #percy x sunny #asks! 🌼

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vampireninjabunnies-blog · 1 year

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WIP Whenever

Tagged by @detectivelokis

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @socially-awkward-skeleton @madparadoxum @aceghosts @strangefable @strafethesesinners @baldurrs @direwombat @redreart @nightwingshero @nihildep and anyone else I missed

Driving Wedges

Joseph successfully uses Esther and John's car wreck to drive wedges between friends. And isolate his Heralds.

Dust filled the air as Nick climbed down from the cockpit of his beloved plane, settling on his hair and clothes. Kim made her way over, seeing the frustration on his face, her own hopeful smile faded.

"Oh hun, nothing?"

"No! Not a God damned thing!" He slammed his fist harshly against Carmina's metal door. " I've flown up and down that fucking river and I can't find shit!"

She sighed "It's been two months Nick. Even the sheriff's department isn't looking anymore. What do you expect to find?"

"Something, anything! A body! She should've washed up somewhere by now!" He rounded on her his eyes bright and stinging with unshed tears.

"Nick...how long are you gonna look? At some point you gotta give it up."

He sat heavily and weary in the dirt. Leaning back against Carmina. "What am I supposed to do Kim? Just give up? I gotta try."

She sat down beside him interlacing her fingers with his. "No. But I don't think a wild goose chase is the best way to help."

"How the hell else am I supposed to help? John hasn't come out of that house since Hudson and Trevor went up there. And every time I go up there it's Joseph that answers the door not John. He hasn't fucking talked to me or anyone since he woke up. Except that damned brother of his." He looked at her, pleading for answers. "Do you really think being holed up in that house alone with Joseph for the last two months is doing him any good?"

"I don't know what to tell you. But we ju-"

He jumped up kicking the dirt.

"Dammit Kim! You know as well as I do that it ain't. Whatever the fuck Joseph's filling his head isn't gonna help him or anyone else. He's gonna turn this horrible accident around until John's up there blaming himself for it!"

Not knowing what else to do she stood pulling him into her arms, holding him as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "It'll be okay. It will. Just gotta give it some time."

"He's my friend Kim. And I just don't know what to do?"

John sat silently unfazed by the crowd forming, staring blankly at nothing. Jacob watched him as Joseph began to address the group. For the most part ignoring the eulogy except to grumble at the shift from it being about Esther to being a sermon. He would have to discuss that with him later. Right now his only concern was John and the all too familiar far away look in his eyes.

John didn't move when Joseph finally finished, nor respond to the parade of sympathy and condolences poured out by the congregation as they passed by him. No one outside of the project had come but Jacob knew they wouldn't. Joseph had made sure they knew they weren't welcome. He wasn't sure he agreed with that decision. Not much he could do about it though.

He quietly moved to John and sat beside him. He tried to find anything he could say to provide some comfort but the words were lost to him. He wasn't good at this. The silence hung in the air as he watched John's gaze shift toward the grave of the only woman he'd ever loved.

Up until this moment it hadn't seemed real, but he could see all the warmth in his baby brother's eyes had gone. He recognized it, his own eyes had looked the same in the mirror for years before they'd found him.

"John"

Nick's voice rang out as he and Kim tried to push their way past several members of the project. He took note they were dressed nicely and had clearly come to pay their respects. He should've known that they would be here. They didn't give two shits about anything Joseph had to say. He couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

A smile that disappeared as soon as he turned back to John. The far away look was gone, replaced by indignant rage. John stood suddenly taking long strides toward them. His face contorted, eyes narrowing and his teeth bared.

"HOW DARE YOU COME HERE!?"

Jacob got up and closed the distance to stand between John and Nick.

"What? Of course we came, why wouldn't we?"

"Why!? Why would you do this!?" John screamed as Jacob pushed him back. "Why would you take them from me?!"

Nick stepped toward him, ignoring the promise of violence in John's eyes, confusion and hurt written plainly on his face.

"I would never-"

"You ran us off the road! Why?" John collapsed to his knees bringing Jacob with him as he held his baby brother. "You were supposed to...I thought you were my friend."

Kim's eyes widened, understanding washing over her as she turned to Joseph. She grabbed Nick's arm. "We need to go."

Nick tried to pull away from her. Stopped in his tracks when Eli stepped forward from the small group of Peggies watching. Whispering in his ear. "Listen to your wife Nick. You need to leave."

Eli turned to Joseph when Nick finally relented allowing Kim to pull him away. Glaring at the thinly veiled look of satisfaction on his face as he gently pulled John away from Jacob and guiding him back toward the ranch. The rest of the crowd soon dispersed leaving Eli and Jacob alone.

His thoughts raced as he watched him slowly stand.

"How did John go from not remembering a damn thing about that day to accusing his best friend of murder Jacob?"

Eli knew the answer. Joseph had convinced him of it. But he wanted Jacob to say it. To admit it.

Jacob glared back at him. "Is there something you want to say Eli?"

"You and I both know Nick didn't do this. Had no reason to do this. But someone else did. Someone a lot closer to home."

"Joseph would never hurt John. He's our baby brother. He wouldn't, couldn't."

Eli shook his head, knowing that Jacob wouldn't listen. He tore the Eden's Gate cross from his neck and tossed it at Jacob's feet.

"No Jacob. You would never hurt John. But I think Joseph would and did. And whether you admit it or not, I think you know that."

Not waiting for a response he turned and walked away. From Jacob and Eden's Gate. Mourning, knowing full well that two friendships had died today. That Joseph had in some small way won.

#fic wip #fic:roses on my barren soul #john seed #jacob seed #nick rye #kim rye #eli palmer #joseph seed

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willowedwisteria · 2 years

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I would like a diasy and heather for Eula and Beidou plz

Daisy: Simplicity (A moment where you did something simple for them that made them flustered)

Beidou

The laughter of children, the chatting of crewmates, and the sound of the waves, all awaken Beidou from her deep slumber.

Beidou lays her head onto her hand to try and ease the aching and fatigue, trying to recall anything that happened the night before. This must be one of the worst hangovers of her life.

"Captain! You're awake!" A crewmate exclaims, "Did ya' get a good night's rest?"

Beidou laughs, "Does it look like it?"

The crewmate shakes their head, seating themselves on the edge of Beidou's bed. "I thought you'd get the best sleep of your life after sleeping with their grace."

Silence rang out between the crewmate and Beidou. It takes Beidou about 5 seconds or so to process their words before completely freaking out.

"You mean... I slept in the same bed?! What?!" Her words have practically become gibberish and the flush in her cheeks is a sight to behold.

The crewmate nods, scheming to use this as an opportunity to tease their prideful captain, "Their grace insisted on bringing you back to your room after you went full-on drunk! You really knew what you were doing by pulling them right into bed and practically hugging them to death."

The crewmate signals the others and Kazuha to come in and get a glimpse and their captain in this state.

"I mean, their grace didn't even mind! Their grace left early though, maybe you should try and find them. They might have already left for Sumeru though."

Honestly, you were really tired and just fell asleep with Beidou. Beidou didn't really pull you into bed with her - other than how she latched onto your arm and made you sit down with her, the crewmates just wanted to jest with her.

Eula

"Your Grace, I know you're here." Eula sighs, her claymore in hand. Your hushed whispers and laughter echos out in the dreary ruin, dust and dirt piling around.

Eula searches deeper into the ruin, following your voice as it becomes louder and clearer. "I'm not a fan of wild goose chases, but if it means to bring you back, then I have no other choice."

You've always been a troublemaker at heart, but to go into an unexplored ruin? Really? You've got guts.

As Eula is forced to also trek the set of footprints that you've left behind for her, she feels the ruin become darker and darker, yet no monsters are in sight.

Before she enters a hallway engulfed in darkness, Eula picks up a candle hanging from a wall and slowly looks for you.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do with the mitachurl holding me hostage?" You sarcastically voice out. "Eula, my knight in shining armor, please save me!"

"Don't think I'm so oblivious, your grace."

Your laughter once again reverberates through the dimly lit ruin as if you're enjoying Eula chasing you around, with only the sound of your voice as a clue.

"Let's make a deal! You catch me, I'll do whatever you want. I catch you first, then you'll owe me a good dinner."

Suddenly, the feeling of your arms snaking their way around her waist surprises her as she jumps a bit. Your head rests on Eula's shoulder as you giggle to yourself, "How about it, Eula?"

Eula's reddened face decorated with her purple to yellow, widened eyes was a sight for you to behold. "I'm assuming that's a yes?"

Eula sighs, "...fine, but I'll get you the next time you run off like this."

Heather: Loneliness (What do they do when they miss you?)

Beidou

Being a pirate and all, her overall goal is to scour and scan the lands of Teyvat for treasures. She's all over the place - though she stays in Liyue the most.

As much as she adores every adventure and relishes every treasure and gold coin she can snatch, it doesn't mean she doesn't miss you and the others at Liyue.

To battle against this feeling of longingness, she's turned it into something more optimistic.

"Alright crew, let's go search for some good treasure to bring back for their grace! I wanna see that amazed look on their face again." Beidou would encourage herself and the other crew members.

She would be even more anticipated to see you but in a much more positive way.

'Imagine how shocked their grace would be if we gave them this!'

'Do you think their grace would like this? I don't think the crew would want to wear something so... extra.'

Kazuha would whisper to you about Beidou's little comments about you, "She seems ever more ecstatic to bring back treasure for you, doesn't she?"

Eula

I wouldn't say this is much of a rare case. There's a group of acolytes that simply take matters into their own hands when they miss you.

Why wait when they can simply visit you and greet that adoring smile on your face - a glee that they'll never be tired of? Plus, you don't seem to mind... right?

Eula, usually using her "aristocratic language" and fancy words can get herself anywhere inside of your chambers because of how she speaks.

Most of the time, many of your servants don't understand what's she saying because of how she laced her sentences together. Out of worry, they let her through to your quarters.

The small chance that she meets anyone who is familiar with how she speaks doesn't bother her at all. If they understand her, they know what she wants. Admittedly, it's a bit harder to get past them since they can talk back.

The security there is extremely tight and most of the servants don't need to have their guard up. Plus, she doesn't bear any ill intentions, let her have the honor of visiting you from time to time.

Wouldn't it be a nice surprise to see her with your favorite food in hand? Or perhaps it was an item you've been eyeing on the market?

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Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Chapter 13

We’re Basically in the Middle of nowhere. Kit starts Walking next to me.

K: Jane ? Can we talk ?

J: Not in the mood.

I ignore her.

E: You Ok ?

W: Uh, just need to Rest. Then we resume your Training. You’ve still got a long way to go.

E: Maybe if I had the Wand …

Suddenly Graydon falls to the Ground.

E: Wait Graydon's Hurt !

Willow lifts his Collar and there is a Golden glowing spot.

J: Shit.

G: Bad Magic.

E: We have to get him to shelter ! Something !

B: Yeah ! And what do you Suggest, Huh ! We’re right in the Middle of… I don’t even know where in the Middle of !

J: Moon.

Moon walks to Graydon and Kneels down. Me and Boorman help him up. I point my Finger at Graydon.

J: If you hurt him, I’ll kill you. Doesn’t matter that you’re Possessed.

He nods.

W: I know where we are.

He walks to a few Rocks and Looks beyond them. I walk there too. It's a Castle.

W: Nockmaar.

The Giant cloud is Swirling Right over it.

J: You’ve got to be Kidding me. Ok, let's go.

I walk forward. Moon right beside me. The others behind me. Willow falls to the Ground. Kit helps him up.

W: We can’t go in. Don't you see ? This is what she wants.

E: We have to get Graydon inside or he'll Die.

B: And he’s not the only one.

J: There’s nothing around here for Leagues.

W: This fortress was the Stronghold of the Most Brutal tyrant of her Age, Bavmorda.

B: Yeah. Or as Kit calls her Grandma.

I give him a Piercing side Glare. When we are inside we help Graydon off of Moon. Who then shakes the water out of his Mane. The others Chain Graydon to the Floor. Me and Jade start a fire and soon we’re all dry. Boorman closes the Chain around Graydon’s Wrists with a Hot Iron pickle.

B: Sorry about this Pal.

G: What do you think she used these for ?

B: Bavmorda knew how to Romp. Legendary Parties. Three four days in a Row. All kinds of weird shit.

G: How do I look ?

E: Like a Vermathrax at a vestal faire.

G: What ?

E: It was …

J: No it was a really good Joke.

B: Next time leave the levity to me.

Graydon coughs and vomits on the Floor.

J: Ah, Lovely.

G: What happened to Ballantine and Marrick is gonna happen to me.

Boorman gets up.

G: And you guys are gonna have to stop me before I …

Thunderclaps and I flinch. Elora gets up.

E: What … What was Ballentine gonna do to me ?

W: What Bavmorda started when you were a Baby.

G: The Ritual of the Thirteenth Night. Banishing your Soul to a Realm of perpetual suffering. Only the Combined strength of Willow and Raziel, the two most Powerful sorcerers of all time, was able to stop it. In the end using the Fibonacci Hex, if I’m not wrong ?

Willow hums.

J: Willow obliterated Bavmorda, rescued Elora Danan, You and Saved the World.

Everyone looks at me.

J: What ? He’s not the only one that Reads.

B: Wow. And then What’d you do ?

W: We all went out and got pissed.

Graydon vomits again.

K: And that thing you did at the Slaughtered Lamb could you …

W: Blast his insides out ? A few moments of the Most excruciating pain ever endured. Probably followed by Death.

J: Maybe not that great of an Idea.

G: The way you’re talking. Sounds like you're starting to like me.

J: Don’t lose your head over it Twinkle Toes.

I smile at him.

K: This is all your fault.

She looks at Boorman.

B: Sorry, how’d you figure that ?

K: You send us on a wild goose chase to find some stupid artefact. And it doesn’t even exist. And now we’re trapped in some cursed castle and Aryk is still half a world away …

B: Right Aryk your brother. And meanwhile your ex-fiancé Grayoncé there, is being Ravaged by a 300-year old demon.

By the word Ex- Fiancé my grip on my Dagger Tightens.

G: Come on man. Don’t say Ravaged.

B: Sorry bud.

We are Waiting. I don't know for what but it’s Boring. I’m sharpening my Axe. While Jade cooks something. Boorman holds a plate in front of me.

J: Not hungry but thank you.

Graydon lays coughing on the Floor.

Ja: How long does he have ? Before it takes hold ?

W: Not long. Sometime in the small hours of the Night he’ll lose control.

I look at my Axe.

K: I mean we all know it has to be done. What was the last thing that Ballentine asked you to do ?

I look at Jade.

Ja: Kill him. He’s the Prince of Galladoorn Kit. We’d be at war

K: Hastur knew. Right ? We all knew that he never should’ve come. And If I have to decide between saving Aryk and waiting for Graydon to turn into some kinda Monster …

I sigh.

G: Kit’s right. I’ve had some experience with this before and I know I’m not strong enough to stop it. I don’t wanna hurt you guys. But I will.

E: If her Highness is in such a hurry to see it done she ought to do it herself.

K: Oh you don’t think I will ?

B: Uh I don’t. Killing someone who isn’t trying to kill you back, it’s not an easy thing to do.

I look down at my Axe. If it comes to it, I would do it.

E: Please you’re the greatest sorcerer alive. You obliterated Bavmorda.

J: There must be something you can do.

W: When she was young, your Age. Bavmorda was bright, curious, full of Promise. She was abducted by Members of a long-forgotten sect. The Order of the Wyrm. The crone radicalised her, converting her with their warped beliefs and gifting her with unnatural powers.

Ja: What kind of powers ?

W: Well for example she once changed the entire Galladoorn army into Pigs.

J: Hm, lovely.

W: Raziel and I, Eventually, changed them all back. It was chaos Pigs everywhere.

B: Sorry, All of them ?

W: Huh ?

B: You … You turned all of the Pigs back into people ?

W: Think so.

I nod. Boorman spits out the rest of his food.

J: So glad I didn’t eat.

W: The point is, the order of the Wyrm practised Taboo magic, against Nature. If a rite exists that can extract that Kind of evil. I think I know where we’d find it.

We all follow Willow into a room. He gets out a Book and lays it on a Table.

W: The Malatrium. Bound in the skin of a satyr.

K: Gross.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

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The Great Ace Attorney Playthrough: The Adventure of the Runaway Room (Part 2a)

Last Time: We stuck it to the Jury and snatched victory back from the jaws of defeat… only for things to start going wrong after an overcharging Beppo set our passenger theory up in flames! However, all was not lost! By simply calling Mr McGilded to the stand we were able to find out that we were right! …And that’s when the smoke bomb went off and I disappeared for a year…

Wow guys, it’s been a long time huh! Just over a year in-fact according to my notes. We’ve probably all learnt some things about ourselves during this time, for instance I’ve learnt that my kidney’s cant absorbed magnesium properly... which explains a lot. It turns out that your body and mind actually need vital salts to do a lot of things. Things like having the energy and brain capacity to play a lawyer simulator (to pick an example at random).

I’m now full of magnesium supplements, but while I’m getting back onto form and working out how much to take a day, I think I’ll be posting these once a week rather than my old schedule of: as soon as I can rattle them out. This way I won’t burn myself out!

Anyway, enough rambling on, let's play some Ace Attorney!

God it’s good to be back! I would say that I hope I’ve not lost my gameplaying skills, but looking at how many people I’ve falsely accused, I don’t think I had any.

Now, where were we… oh that’s right, evacuated from the courtroom because our client’s probably a murderer!

(I mean as I said, I’ve shot wrong before, so hopefully I’ve shot wrong again.)

What I really need to do though is talk to Mr McGilded. I’ve jumped the gun enough times this game I’d be happy to chalk my suspicions up to that...

So, we didn’t get that much time out of the courtroom, which begs the question: why drop the smoke grenade at all? There’s not enough time to ‘find’ more evidence, and from what I could see he didn’t try and make a run for it. So what’s it done other than raise a big red flag over his head?

I’ve got a hunch...

Ah. I think I know why the smoke grenade was let off now. And I’ll be honest it really doesn’t help in convincing me that Mr McGilded’s innocent.

We’d needed to produce the mysterious third party if we were going to get Mr McGilded off the hook. If Mr McGilded arranged for them to cause a scene and try and flee, they’d not only be found, but they’d have as good as confessed to the murder.

Yep, it’s the mysterious third party.

Yeah, there are a lot of things I want to ask him about too.

Oh, apparently he’s been summoned to the prosecutor's office.

Fucking typical, even out of the courtroom Barok still manages to be a massive inconvenience.

Also, what’s he doing there without me, his lawyer, anyway?

Wait, the third party’s in there too!

Again I feel like I, his defense attorney, should really be a part of this.

I have a terrible feeling she was bribed to be here...

I mean let’s face it, if anyone’s going to be susceptible to bribes it’s going to be the starving child who’s dependent on money to get her next meal.

Is it the fact that our client clearly singled for what happened?

Because I’ll be honest Susato, that's what’s troubling me!

Ah no, it’s the fact the money for the passengers is all accounted for now we know about Beppo’s swindling ways.

I’m guessing she was a stowaway then, hiding in that space under the seat.

Either way, we’re not going to know what the hell is going on until the prosecution decides to throw us a bone.

Ah well, let’s go see what the hell is going on in there...

She could definitely fit in the space under the seat. She looks about Mr McGilded’s height too, and she’s wearing a hat.

So she might have military connections then.

She’s not saying anything...

Her face is hidden, so I can’t work out if she’s just keeping her mouth shut, or if she’s too scared to speak.

Yes, speak Mr McGilded, and please make what you have to say good enough to convince me I’ve gone on another wild goose chase.

Please do.

So apparently, it connects to the events of the murder.

(Yes Ryunosuke, call them out on their bullshit.)

Anyways, Mr McGilded fell asleep at the back of the omnibus, before being woken up by a thud and a scream. Opening his eyes, he found Mr Mason collapsed on the floor, so he popped him back on his seat and saw that the scream had come from a child, curled up and hidden away.

...

Well there’s a lot to unpack here.

Like why was Mr McGilded’s reaction to WAKING UP TO A BODY to calmly pop it back in its seat.

And was the kid curled up in on the seat, or was she under it?

Also why is there no blood on the floor?

You know what, let’s start with this baffling reaction to a corpse.

Yeah that’s the right reaction.

Not when there’s been a murder! When there’s been a murder, it’s just tampering with the scene of the crime!

I can’t believe I’m with Barok on this one… I feel like I’ve reached a new low…

Remember when I addressed my dear client, whose case I (Ryunosuke) needed to win in order to be allowed to practice law? I said: Please prove me wrong, because I think you might have committed murder…

Well he’s currently doing the opposite of that…

Ok, this might be interesting. He’s talking about finding out the ‘whys and wherefores’ before trying call someone. I wonder if he thought there was something more going on than: someone with little regard for human life wants Mr McGilded out of the way.

My mistake! He’s just talking about the terrified 15 year old who was probably under the seat!

(Yep, definitely under the seat.)

Don’t worry Susato, I’ve already done it!

I’m sorry, YOU SAT HER NEXT TO A CORPSE!?!

That’s the right reaction!

I fail to see what this has to do with you sitting a kid next to a still bleeding dead body! She was already hiding underneath a gore free seat! Why not use that one?!?

Anyway, putting aside my outrage and focusing on the case at hand: Mr McGilded then heard Mr Furst scream, because he’d looked down to see the scene we spent the last cross examination picking at. Like we guessed, it seems that he saw our teenage stowaway sitting next to the victim, rather than Mr Mason, while Mr McGilded was sat in the seat at the back, out of sight.

Well that clears everything up! …except for the fact that stowaway girl still hasn’t said anything.

We’re only minutes into the second part of this case, and I’ve still got a nasty feeling about Mr McGilded I just can’t shake.

(Editor's note: Oh my god I can send things from my switch to my iPad, this is going to save me SO MUCH WORK! Anyway, these are all screenshots of my own gameplay now.)

I don’t think any of us did Ryunosuke. I thought I’d be getting a cheery romp of a third case to lift my spirits before things got serious… but that doesn’t look like it’ll going to happen does it.

(Also we might have to convict another terrified child!)

Ok, that was quite funny!

Hmm, Susato’s talking about investigating the omnibus again. I think I’ve pressed everything we should need clarifying on so maybe I actually need to. Besides, I haven’t seen the insides in forever, and while I’ve re-read my other live-blogging posts as a refresher, it’s probably a good idea to reacquaint myself with the evidence.

Ok, hold up… was that there before? I’m pretty sure the floor was spotless… but did I just not notice?

Like, I’m not a particularly observant person so perhaps… but something really doesn’t seem right here…

Yep, it’s new.

Oh shit. This was the reasons for the smoke bomb wasn’t it?

It wouldn’t have been enough to just have the kid bolt and be caught suspiciously. Mr McGilded needed the courtroom to be evacuated so the kid he’s controlling (or maybe even he himself) could tamper with the evidence.

Because it’s bad Ryunosuke…

Oh crap, he’s cleaned out the compartment too.

Why though? There already seemed to be space in there for the child to fold themselves. Unless there’s something incriminating in there? Maybe that button from the victim’s jacket was in there after all?

Well, there’s bugger all we can do now, so let’s just fall back on the Ace Attorney trick of pressing everything we can...

Ok, we don’t seem to have got much out of the pressing, except to get Mr McGilded to clearly state that the omnibus was empty when he got on. I feel like we already knew that, but nevertheless, I’m sure his certainty will come back to help us later.

Yes, let's move on and get to the good stuff!

Hern name is Gina Lestrade! A Sherlock Holmes name! If I remember rightly Lestrade’s was detective. I wonder if that’s the path Gina here will be on? Or maybe she’s connected to Herlock in some way?

Didn’t Sherlock Holmes have an urchin gang that helped him out sometimes? Maybe she does something similar for our Herlock?

Nope! She’s a pickpocket! Still, I suppose that doesn’t rule the second option out.

This does explain why she’s quite so good at holding her tongue though, especially in the face of the law.

(Also, it is very funny to watch her blank the Judge)

SHE’S GOT A GUN!!!

SHE SHOT THE JUDGE WITH A BATHBOMB!!!

Editor’s Note: Look my screenshots aren’t all going to be winners, OK?

AND SHE’S DISAPPEARED!!!

THIS IS AMAZING!!!

Oh no, she’s not done a runner, she’s just showing off!

Style Ryunosuke!

F them up Gina!

I love her!

Look, Kazuma’s dead, Hosonaga’s gone back to Japan, and I have no idea where Herlock is… Gina do you want this friendship bracelet I’ve made?

It doesn’t hurt people much Ryunosuke!

Oh my god she stole it from Herlock!

These hijinks have gone on for too long, the Judge seems to say. Go back to facing hard truths and probably defending the wicked, he seems to say.

Well fine! But I’m not going to enjoy it… except I will definitely do that…

(See, Gina gets me!)

So, it looks like the omnibuses were something of a regular haunt for Gina. Though apparently this time she got nothing from her efforts. I wonder if that’s because Mr McGilded was on top of her seat the whole time so she couldn’t get out?

Also, it was pitched black inside, and the sound of the body hitting the deck was loud enough and sudden enough to make her involuntarily scream.

To be honest, as much as I love Gina, I’m not sure I believe that the noise of someone falling out of their seat would be enough to startle her. Perhaps she saw the crime being committed? But then either she’s lying about not being able to see anything, or she must have been able to lift the seat when he hit the floor (ergo, Mr McGilded wasn’t sat on it).

Either way my suspicion of Mr McGilded is definitely growing, and his smug, confident face up there isn’t exactly filling me with confidence.

Come on Mangus, this is it! Endear me to you and show me literally anything that makes me feel better about defending you!

He’s not throwing her under the omnibus like I expected… and he’s actually using facts and reason to show her innocence.

Maybe there’s hope for my (Ryunosuke’s) future after all!

Aaaand we’re looking at the compartment he almost certainly cleared out…

I still come back to asking why though.

Like I feel like Gina could curl herself into that space, and we couldn’t find any evidence among the stuff that was there.

God I want to believe this. The problem is that I just don’t anymore. I really hope that this is just me crying wolf again, and that I’m going to have another beloved character I have to apologies to… but I really don’t think I am…

Also, if he is guilty where does that leave Ryunosuke?

He’s either going to have to let a guilty man who buys his way through life go free, probably convicting another innocent person in the process (I’d love to avoid another Adrian Andrews situation if I can)… or he’s going to have to find another bargain that will let him continue practicing law.

And he’s a Japanese immigrant, they aren’t just going to hand him one on a silver platter. Even if he is the main character, he’d probably end up stuck under someone’s thumb (Strongheart perhaps), or having to look for some back-door way in.

Either way it’s not going to be great for him.

Anyway, we’ve convinced Juror Number 1 to change his verdict!

I mean given that a slight breeze changes this man’s standing, it’s nothing really to write home about…

But still. One step closer to victory!

Wait, she’s changing as well! But doesn’t that mean…

Six for Six!

SIX FOR SIX!

SIX FOR SIX!!

VIIIIICCCCCTTTOOOOOOOORRRYYYYYYYYY!!!

(Well apart from the fact that there are still about a mile of questions, the killers still at large, and we feel nowhere near done…)

Leg SLAM!

Ok Barok let’s hear it.

Look Barok, if you’re going to say he’s a cad, we already know that…

Also, to be frank you’re the last person who should be calling people out on that.

Ok, so he’s also noticed the mysterious case of the missing luggage.

I would be mad, but frankly I knew this was coming when I opened the omnibus and saw it had been tampered with.

So right now, frankly, I just want to find out what the hell this is all about!

I mean we’ve come to the same conclusion; I’ll give him that much.

And to think, only last session he was barely able to follow our chat about the bloody gloves!

Now how do I answer this?

On one hand, I’ve played enough Ace Attorney to know that, ultimately, attempting to: conceal, mask, alter or hide from the truth, doesn’t end well. Especially when you’re a lawyer. It’s a bad time.

On the other hand, I (Ryunosuke) am a defence attorney. It’s my duty to defend my client in the best I can… but is the best way to lie though?

So, directly contradicting Barok is out, and anyway, if it comes down to my word against his… and let’s be honest here, I (Ryunosuke), the Japanese immigrant, am not going to win that one. I’ll just paint myself in a bad way and make everyone even more against me than they already are.

Maybe I could say I didn’t look though?

It’s less of a lie than flat out denying it (can they prove I did), and I wouldn’t be going directly against Judges favorite Barok, or my client…

I did look though…

Also, it’ll make me look incompetent.

… plus, I don’t think it’s a good idea and I don’t think we should do it…

Would Ryunosuke feel the same though?

I mean I am playing as him, so I’d like to act as he would.

Actually I just remembered the last case, and I think that he would. I also think that, unlike me he wouldn’t have hesitated as much.

Let’s do it!

Oh dear, Mr McGilded isn’t happy. Perhaps we can style this out enough for him to convince Strongheart he should give us a job anyway?

(She said hopefully)

And Barok’s, amazingly, not happy either.

Ok Ryunosuke, here’s your time to talk about truth!

Uhh… let’s try and inspire a bit more confidence Ryunosuke…

Yeah alright, that’ll do it!

Barok finds it interesting. I think that means we passed.

Mr McGilded however…

Yeah...

You know I thought the same thing myself.

(God I hope I haven’t screwed this up…)

He’s putting the squeeze on us!

Ryunosuke, you beautiful individual, there is SO MUCH THAT IS NOT RIGHT!

Oh Juror Number 5’s going to clear this up. I can’t believe he’s actually pulling his weight for once!

I mean, he was swindling his customers, and you’re clearly drinking in court… all I’m saying is I wouldn’t put much faith in the responsibility of your coach company.

Oh, and he’s changed his verdict to guilty!

Wonderful!

(I don’t even know if I’m being sarcastic now or not)

And there goes Juror Number 3 as well, closely followed by Number 4!

Oh, how quickly these people turn!

And Ryunosuke is as fed up with them as I am!

Yeah, yeah Barok. We know. We dug ourselves away from victory and snatched defeat from it’s jaws. Let’s just get on with it shall we!

The right thing? …Maybe?

I mean I think we helped. Quite a lot actually.

Anyway, back to cross examination.

So, Gina says that after she heard the thud, the seat above her lightened up because Mr McGilded had got up sit Mr Mason on the seat opposite. Apparently she knows that’s what happened because she immediately lifted the seat up a little so she could have a peak. (Or a ‘butcher’s’ if you're speaking in Cockney Rhyming Slang!)

Unfortunately for her, her ‘butcher’s’ meant that Mr McGilded could spot her and dragged her out into the open.

She’s also saying that she cleared out the coach gear and crammed it in there before the omnibus set off. Which is clearly a lie because we saw it there earlier. But evidence is everything and we have no proof.

Also poor Ryunosuke is really struggling to keep up with the Cockney Rhyming Slang. Something deliberately designed to make it difficult for anyone not in the know to follow what you were saying.

Like he is literally doing everything in a second language, and now the person opposite him is literally peppering her sentences with criminal code. I’m struggling to remember what some of these words mean and I am Cockney, I live in London, I studied this at school!

What I’m trying to say is: Hang in their buddy! I believe in you!

(I am finding it quite funny though that reading Gina’s Cockney Accent is starting to make the Cockney notes of my accent bob back up to the surface. I mostly grew out of it when I was a kid, so it’s really weird reading a fictional person’s dialogue can spike it up!)

Anyway, Gina seems to be claustrophobic, which raises the question of why she was in there at all, especially if she was squeezed in there amongst the rope and brushes and all that. She says that it’s out of necessity, so maybe that’s all there is to it. Still, it might be something it’s worth remembering.

Yeah… it definitely seems like I should remember it…

Anyway so let’s get back to how our dear client, Mr McGilded, dragged this child out of her hiding place, sat her next to a corpse, and then-THE CARRIAGE LURCHED THE CORPSE ON TOP OF HER!?!

OH GOD!

That’s it! Gina I’m taking you into care! Please come and sit next to me and my other child Sebastian. He’s a good kid, please don’t pick on him.

Anyway, we’ve now accounted for the bloodied hands Mr Furst and Mr Fairplay saw from the roof. They must have looked down while she was being interrogated by Mr McGilded.

Well that was nice of him wasn’t it!

And I’m sure you came along today, armed with a smoke bomb you dropped on his signal, because you wanted to pay him back for his kindness!

(If you can’t tell, I’m not buying it.)

I think it’s this whole damn affair Ryunosuke.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure Gina talking about small, cramped spaces made Mr McGilded over there swallow a lung, so let’s hop on top of that.

Sure you do.

Look, you clearly don’t relate to her enough to not use her. Which you are definitely doing. Like literally right now.

Yeah, this is exactly what he was trying on with us earlier.

(And Gina isn’t at all acting like she’s being steered.)

I’m going to be honest with you Ryunosuke, whatever she says will be 100% in Mr McGilded’s favour and probably contrived.

Look at him standing smugly next to her… prick.

I’ll be honest with you, I (me) have no idea what about her probably contrived statement is useful to us. But my god I’ve played enough Ace Attorneys to know the answer here!

GET THEIR ASS RYUNOSUKE!

(Catch me, trying to look like I haven’t been doing that since we got here.)

Well let’s press the new statement while I try and work out what it’s about.

I’VE GOT IT!

GINA SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE DOOR OPENING WHEN MR MASON BORDED!

But if she didn’t, and we can get her to confirm this, then the only option is that he got onboard with Mr McGilded!

Which both suggests that Mr McGilded purposely met with the victim, and means that, what with Gina also saying he got on alone, there’s a massive contradiction in her testimony.

Basically she’s definitely lied about something.

Get off my tailcoats van Zieks!

Anyway, now to simply present a picture of Mr Mason and I’m sure I can trust Ryunosuke to explain the rest.

GET THERE ASSESS RYUNOSUKE! (I knew I could count on you.)

Thank you for that obvious lie Mr McGilded, it has now been stated before the court and will come back to bite you in the ass promptly.

Well then, he should have said something before now shouldn’t he? Rather than expecting the defense to do the prosecutions job for him.

Wow that’s a silent rain of guilty there!

Editor’s note: and basically unscreenshotable, however I do it!

… I feel like Juror Number 6 has seen and done some shit in her time…

CAN IT JUROR NUMBER 1!

THANK YOU SUSATO I CAN SEE THAT!

SHUT UP BAROK!

Ok Ryunosuke, only Juror Number 2 is left. Frankly it’s a miracle she hasn’t changed her verdict already. Given that she is almost certainly going this way, I suggest we get ready to demand another summation examination so we can sway these thickle fucks back!

(Pluss it means we get to push the Prosecution Shut Up button.)

Ok, I’m pretty sure Mr McGilded just said something racist, so he’s still finding ways to limbo under that low bar I keep readjusting for him.

Also Juror Number 3 is back licking his knife again, while saying concerning things about loving carnage. So that’s also happening now…

Well Juror Number 2 looks like she’s about to unsurprisingly change her stance to guilty, and frankly this time I don’t blame them. Mr McGilded’s own defence just fired cannonballs through this credibility.

Oh, ok! Ryunosuke seems to think we can win this back before we get to summation time.

Fair enough I suppose, we were barley granted the first one.

Shut up Mr McGilded, can’t you see that I (Ryunosuke) am trying to wiggle you away from death now! Like fair enough it was me who put you there in the first place, but even so you need me to keep talking.

(Side not though, I find it curious that Mr McGilded doesn’t want me to pursue this line of enquiry even though the horse has well and truly bolted. Does he have some trick that will only work if they don’t know he got on with Mr Mason? Or does Gina’s lie actually revile more that I though?)

We stop her! Nice one Ryunosuke!

Ok!

Wait, none of these options are ‘he came in with Mr McGilded’?

Well I guess Mr Mason and Gina could have entered the cabin together? He didn’t look very well off and he was in debt, so perhaps the two of them were in cahoots? Like Mr Mason pays the money and then Gina immediately lifts it back again?

Ok I’ll go for the first one!

MOCKED AND PENALISED!!!

Fine then! Let’s try another one!

Let’s see, I’ve crawled all over every inch of that cabin and I don’t think there was a secret way in. So maybe the point I’m supposed to be getting at is that he was already dead?

Perhaps it was him, not Gina who was under the seat? That might actually explain why Mr McGilded had the contents removed, perhaps he was worried it had traces of body on them, and perhaps he was right and that’s where we’ll find the missing button!

Ok number 3 it is!

THEY’RE LAUGHING ME OUT OF TOWN!

(And also penalising me again, so now I only have three lives left!)

Ok, we’ll say there was another way in then.

I’ll be honest Ryunosuke you’re on your own with this one. I have no idea what your plan is.

ARE ALL THESE ANSWERS SOMEHOW WRONG?!?

Oh no, something new’s happening!

OH COME ON! WHY MEEEEE!

Ok, let’s just relax and think this through.

We know it can’t be the door because the door never opened. We also know that it was the only door in the cabin’s four walls. Perhaps my under seat theory could come into that, but that’s not really a way into the cabin. In fact the only distinctive thing on this drawing that looks vaguely entrance like is the skylight.

I might be wrong, but for some reason I was under the impression that it couldn’t open?

Ah well, it’s literally the only idea I’ve got right now so I might as well go for it!

SUCCESS!

Ooh, actually that’s a good point. I did think the sound of someone falling to the floor wouldn’t be enough to make someone like Gina scream, but the sound of a body falling through the roof is another matter entirely.

Oh yeah, they would have…

Well, I guess we should call them up as witnesses again. Maybe we’ll find something in their statements that’ll open up a new possibility?

(Though I can’t imagine what that could be)

I don’t like this…

Ok, is this whole thing just a way for Mr McGilded to get rid of two clients who weren’t able to pay up, while being able to make himself out to look like the victim?

They came back to the stand!

AND MR FURST IS READY TO THROW DOWN!

GET HIS ASS MR FURST!

LOOK AT RYUNOSUKE’S FACE! THIS IS AMAZING!

Mr McGilded is loving this, and to be fair he isn’t the only one!

LET THEM SPEAK!

I can’t believe I’m agreeing with Jack the Ripper here. Dark times everybody.

SHUT UP JUROR NUMBER 1!

Ok, so this is something all the jury want. Well good, they’re finally taking their roll seriously.

Oh, neat voice acting!

Tes-ti-fy! Tes-ti-fy! Tes-ti-fy!

(Quick Ryunosuke, try and look like we weren’t also chanting)

Anyways, let's get cross examining!

Ok, so their statement (as I understand it), is that they were the only two people up on the roof deck, and definitely would have noticed if someone else had been there. They had absolutely no reason to kill Mr Mason, the skylight was shut the entire time they were there and they couldn’t have opened it. Also, they want proof.

Ignoring the request for proof for the moment, I could see them possibly missing Mr Mason if he was laying down on the seat in front. It was dark when they got on, and they would have been preoccupied with how cold it was up there… also the longer they spend up there the more I begin to feel that there’s some sort of romantic spark between the two of them. I’m definitely not going to bring that before the jury because they have already proven themselves to be true products of Victorian London, but I can’t be the only one who think that… right?

As for the proof they requested, I’ve got nothing and I’m probably going to have to guess wildly before the day is out.

Juror Number 4 still pulling her weight I see.

Also, I’m pretty sure she’s not said anything hateful while she’s been up there, so my offer for a breakaway court still stands. We can gossip about the nature of the witness's relationship there if you’d like, but none of the others are allowed to come.

Anyway, my own feelings aside, Barok has apparently looked into them and they definitely didn’t know each other before today.

Much like Phoenix had to be beaten up, accused of murder and nearly killed to learn to not go with Murderers into a private room and tell them you have evidence against you; it’s taking a man like Mr McGilded to teach Ryunosuke what it is to be manipulated and played like a fiddle. It’s harsh, but really, it’s something Mr I’LL BE MY OWN DEFENCE ATTORNEY needs to learn.

(Nothing to add here, I just enjoy this image)

Ooh, Ryunosuke’s on the same theory that I am! Truly our hearts beat as one.

I mean, I’m not sure that rules out the factor of darkness, but I suppose sleep is a good point to rule out.

That’s London Baby!

GET HIS ASS MR FURST!!!

It is interesting that they knocked on the door though. I wonder if they saw Mr Mason inside?

They did!

YEAH GET HIM!!! I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!!

(Damn I wanted to see Mr Furst fully snap)

Not the one I know.

Well, Mr McGilded coughed up another lung at this statement, and while I’m hesitant to give him any more speaking room I probably should so he can inevitably trip himself up over his own words.

Ok, not the best start…

Don’t rise to it you idiot!

Well, there you go Mr Fairplay. Wel done, you just gave yourself a motive.

Yeah, what do you want to do with our single helpful witness?

Don’t come for him and his bad hats!

Yeah, he’s only an apprentice! I’m sure he’ll get better with time!

>:(

Yeah, the customers like it probably! It’s modern probably!

Wait what

Oh god, he has one of his hats!

I just thought he wasn’t doing to well so he’d patched it up himself!

(… Maybe Mr Furst should consider a new like of work after all…)

Oh Mr Furst, your shining transparency and shining beacon of truth has come back to hit you in the face!

Up until two minutes ago I couldn’t picture Mr Furst being physically capable of quarrelling, but now that I’ve seen his dukes I’m a little more willing to believe it. (I don’t though, obviously.)

Well at least he’s stopped talking now…

Yeah, worrying isn’t it.

Wait, is the latch on the outside?!

I’m pretty sure, now I’m looking for it, I can see it right there!

(Is the out of context ace attorney blog still around? Because if so this is gold dust for it.)

… Mr Furst… why are you telling us this?

It sure is.

… again Mr Furst... I don’t think we need to know this...

I’m not really sure to be honest.

Oh thank god there is a point!

Well I think the problem here is that he was on the inside of the cabin, whereas (and I just went in to check), the latch looking thing is only on the outside. I.e. it can’t be opened from within.

Ok, I think I’ve pressed everything now, and from what Susato just said and Mr Fairplay’s demand for proof, I’m guessing I should be presenting evidence.

The only things I can think of though are the Ledger, which connects Mr Fairplay to the crime, and the Omnibus itself. I still can’t open the skylight, so I’ll go with the Ledger first.

Aaand be penalized for it!

Now I have literally one life left, so it’s probably an idea to make sure I’ve saved now before I try the omnibus… aaand it’s a good thing I did because I was just penalised again!

Well let’s return to the last save and not do that then. Side note though, it’s a nice touch how all the Jurors have their own spoken Guilty!

Right, I have literally no idea what to do now, so I’m going to scrabble around with the evidence for a bit, and probably get guilty a bunch until something happens. Because that’s not very interesting to write or read, I think I’ll end this write up here for now and pick the next one up once I’ve figured it out. Till next time everybody!

#tgaa #tgaa spoilers #the great ace attorney #the adventure of the runaway room #ace attorney #ryunosuke naruhodo #susato mikotoba #barok van zieks #gina lestrade #magnus mcgilded #bruce fairplay #lay d furst

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The Mandalorian Season 3 Review

Hey what's going on everyone? Dan here and today I'll be reviewing The Mandalorian season 3 on this May the 4th be with you day!

Even though the season has ended weeks ago, I'll give spoiler warnings for those who do not have Disney Plus because these streaming services add up.

Now I love The Mandalorian, I've watched all three seasons and Star Wars content is the only reason I wanted Disney Plus in the first place. The Mandalorian is indeed Disney Plus's number 1 show and there is a reason for it. I enjoy the series greatly and in my opinion, season 2 is the best of the three. Season 3 I'd say is on par with season 1, it's rough in some areas, but overall still enjoyable story and entertaining to watch. I'll be going through what I liked and what I dislike about season 3.

One major complaint that I and several others have is that they intertwined the Mandalorian with the Book of Boba Fett show. They're doing what Marvel is known for and connecting everything in a universe but the issue here is that Book of Boba Fett happens between season 2 and 3, meaning that if you're new and trying to watch The Mandalorian then you're gonna be confused about what happened between seasons 2 and 3. A newcomer wouldn't know to go to Book of Boba Fett for context so it loses points off the bat just for doing that. Book of Boba Fett was decent imo, but everyone else doesn't find it entertaining and find it redeemable because of Mando so a newcomer would likely stay away from that show. It's not good when you have to intertwine two shows to get the full context of one or the other, it's inconvenient and just unnecessary to me unless it's meant to lead to a universe which if they plan to cool, if not, unnecessary.

Now with the Book of Boba Fett stuff aside, I do enjoy the continued story of Din Djarin and Grogu on their adventures, this time around we actually get to see them amongst the Mandalorian tribes and culture. I love the lore of Mandalorians and this is a great addition to the series and the lore. I especially like Bo Katan, I think of all her varients, this version of her is by far my favorite only matched by her Clone Wars version. Din Djarin played by Pedro Pascal is great and his character continues to get fleshed out with each season. Grogu, I can't say much because it's puppetry and effects and it's done well enough, it's adorable as well. I also like how we get the return of Moff Gideon as the Antagonist, is he finally gone? we'll see.

Now the episodes this season were a mixed bag. Don't get me wrong, most of Season 3 episodes are fun and action packed, but I'd say there were two episodes in the entire season that were just filler for the most part. Episode 3 was kinda boring to follow because it was literal filler about reformed villains because it barely served any connection to the plot. Episode 6 filler was Mando and Bo on a wild goose chase of a mystery finding defective droids for Lizzo and Jack Black (I love Jack Black but this is definitely one of his weaker roles) and the villain turned out to be Christopher Lloyd and makes it like we care but it felt so rushed and phoned in. These two episodes are definitely lackluster compared to the rest but at least the other episodes make up for these two so I won't hold it too hard against season 3.

I loved the last two episodes where the Mandalorians all band together to take back Mandalore from Moff Gideon and his Beskar Stormtroopers. It did Kill off one of the Mandalorian characters we came to know and respect but at least he went out in true Mandalorian fashion fighting till the end. Gideon got wrecked the third time around and Mandalore was taken back and Mando himself has settled on his land with Grogu as his new adopted son/apprentice where they're gonna go on many more adventures together. This makes me excited for a Season 4 and hopefully we will get a season 4. Though if we do get one, maybe if should be the last one but also the best one yet. Though this is Disney, so it is possible they will try to milk the Mandalorian until its dry but maybe I'm wrong there, who knows?

Overall, season 3 was pretty good and while I still think season 2 was better, season 3 still added to the lore and world of the Mandalorian culture. I would like a season 4 but we will see what happens in the not so distant future. Jon Favreau, you busted out another banger of a season here!

rating this season I'm giving it:

8/10

While I don't think it's the best season, I still think it's great and adds plenty to the story of Din Djarin. I would recommend this season just as much as 1 and 2 and you'll definitely need to watch the last few episodes of Book of Boba Fett to figure out what happens between seasons 2 and 3. Here's to hoping for a season 4 and make it the best and last one.

May the Fourth be with you all

See ya!

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Season 10, Mission 2: Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

Wild Goose Chase

AMELIA SPENS: What do you mean, Red Scorpion is gone? Well, satellite images aren’t good enough! I need minions on-site telling me what’s going on. Yes, it certainly would make sense to use Mr. Boujettif, except for the very small problem that he’s on an entirely different continent, which you would know if you read the morning briefing documents. I don’t care that they’re 50 pages long, Paul. That’s the job. And while we’re at it, my breakfast Moët was lukewarm this morning. Yesterday, it was Prosecco. I didn’t become PM to drink second-rate champagne knock-offs. Right, Jody.

JODY MARSH: Nice of you to join us, Amelia. Sorry if we’re interrupting your very important call. You know, by turning up to the rendezvous with New Canton Five you arranged. Also, why did it have to be Canton Five? No offense, Five. It’s just dead weird running with a different Five when the real Five’s missing. I mean, you’re not even the original Canton Five.

AMELIA SPENS: Excuse me for thinking you might find it comforting. This Five’s nauseatingly heroic too, if that helps. Also, I do so enjoy watching you froth with anger, Jody. It’s very stimulating.

PAULA COHEN: What’s going on, Amelia? You said it’s to do with our missing people. Is there some news about Maxine?

AMELIA SPENS: Not precisely.

PAULA COHEN: Oh. I thought... I thought I’d have something to tell Sara. She’s been having nightmares. Are you even looking for them? Or have you just written them all off?

AMELIA SPENS: Of course I haven’t. If Janine and the real Five were here, I wouldn’t have to rely on idiots like Paul to run my security service. I was hoping to appoint Sam as head of AmeliaCom, and there are some very interesting experiments I want to run on Peter. Frances, I could leave or take, if I’m honest. But in point of fact, I do have news. Not about Five, who remains frustratingly elusive. But two weeks ago, the Maghreb Protectorate offered to send us a message from their “honored guests.”

PAULA COHEN: Two weeks ago? And you didn’t tell us?

AMELIA SPENS: I don’t trust the Maghreb. Not since they got it into their heads that we stole this panacea from Red Scorpion Base. I’m not convinced the Maghreb didn’t steal it themselves and blame us. I needed to be sure the offer wasn’t some sort of trap.

JODY MARSH: And?

AMELIA SPENS: We’ll see, won’t we? They’ve arranged for someone to meet us at the duck pond in Barton in... Goodness, five minutes. I have been gabbing on, haven’t I? Chop chop, Canton Five. Show them the way.

JODY MARSH: We’ve reached the duck pond, but there’s no one here. I mean, apart from a few mallards.

AMELIA SPENS: Well, that is disappointing. I had to reschedule my hot stone massage for this.

PAULA COHEN: No wait, what’s that floating in the center of the pond? It looks like a document case. Canton Five, can you reach? [water splashes, case clicks] Oh, it’s just a scribbled note. [paper rustles] It says, “Go to the statue of Thomas Gainsborough in Marfield Lestone. Await further instructions.” Amelia, are you playing games with us? Because if you are, it’s terribly cruel.

AMELIA SPENS: Someone’s playing games, but it’s not me. I wasn’t going to mention it, but a V-type’s been spotted near Marfield. Terrible nuisance. The whole area’s evacuated, and my anti-gray berets are tied up dealing with a minor hoard in Chiswick. I did think I had the undead situation in hand. It was the one campaign promise of mine that I actually intended to keep, but there’s been a positive profusion of outbreaks recently. [sighs] I suppose we’d better give this outing up as a bad job.

JODY MARSH: No way.

PAULA COHEN: Absolutely not.

AMELIA SPENS: I can’t guarantee your safety if you carry on. Well, I suppose I could if I really wanted to make the effort, but I don’t.

JODY MARSH: [scoffs] Stuff being safe! This is the only sniff of a clue we’ve had since all our friends went missing. I’m not giving up.

PAULA COHEN: Marfield is east of here. Come on!

PAULA COHEN: I can see Marfield on the brow of the next hill. Lots of little Elizabethan cottages and a half-built McShell lane.

AMELIA SPENS: Therefore useless. I’ve ordered a squadron of my anti-gray berets to head your way, but it will take them at least 15 minutes. Honestly, do you have any idea the havoc you two have wreaked on my schedule today? Now I’m Prime Minister, my day has to be timetabled to the second. I’m not enjoying it at all!

JODY MARSH: You wanted the job, Amelia. Deal with it.

AMELIA SPENS: Admit it, Jody. I’m the best PM this country has ever seen. And the rest of them didn’t have to deal with the shambling undead outside of their own cabinets.

PAULA COHEN: There’s no sign of that V-type.

JODY MARSH: No sign of anything. It’s weird to see it all so empty. Corn ripe in the fields but not a single person. I’d sort of forgotten what it was like before the cure.

AMELIA SPENS: And before I reestablished order and a semblance of normality.

JODY MARSH: Yeah, it was definitely all you, Amelia. I used to do airdrop pickups around here. The road was cracked, grass growing up through. There was a cherry tree right in the middle. Now it’s all paved over again. Back then, it felt like nature had had enough of us. Game over, next player’s turn. Time to hand it all back to the foxes. It used to feel like we were an endangered species.

PAULA COHEN: We were an endangered species! And we still would be if it weren’t for Maxine. Veronica’s research was all built on hers. Without her, there’d be no cure! I’d still be... Without her, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t want to be.

AMELIA SPENS: Please don’t cry, you’re not one of those people who can do it attractively! And what happened to that trademark Abel sunny optimism in the face of insurmountable odds?

PAULA COHEN: It disappeared with all our friends! Five’s just gone. We think the Maghreb are holding the rest prisoner. Veronica’s been hunting for traces of her other self, but all she’s found are bits of code and rumors of a brain in a suitcase. We know Maxie went to help the Maghreb with a measles outbreak. Apart from that, what do we really know? Just reports of a burn cube explosion, right back when they first went missing. Peter had a burn cube inside him. What was that?

JODY MARSH: Probably just the wind. But maybe we should pick up the pace. Not much further to Marfield.

JODY MARSH: We’re here. Marfield Town Square. Looks like they got evacuated right in the middle of a market day. This stinks of decaying cabbage and spoiled meat. [gags] The butcher store’s buzzing with flies.

PAULA COHEN: Here’s the statue of Thomas Gainsborough. Oh my God. Do you see that, Five? On the pedestal, it’s a tape recorder. A proper old-fashioned tape recorder with a tape in it! Jody, do you think this could... Could this really be a message from them?

JODY MARSH: It’s got to be, hasn’t it? What would be the point otherwise? Well, go on, then. Play it. The suspense is killing me.

PAULA COHEN: I know... I know. I’m sorry, I just... What if it’s not? Okay. Okay, here goes. Five, my hands are shaking. Can you figure out how to get this thing to play?

JANINE DE LUCA: Well, what exactly would you like us to say?

JODY MARSH: Oh my God.

PETER LYNNE: It doesn’t matter what you say. It’s proof of life, Janine. I mean, proof of how great our life is and how well we’re being looked after.

JANINE DE LUCA: Don’t be absurd, Mr. Lynne. Proof of life only works if it’s a live broadcast. They could record this and then kill us. Doesn’t mean anything.

PETER LYNNE: I think it might be nice for our friends to have some reassurance, Jenny.

JANINE DE LUCA: Well, yes. We really are... We’re perfectly fine. It’ll take more than this to break us.

DISTORTED VOICE: I think that’s enough for now.

AMELIA SPENS: You need to stop the tape right now.

PAULA COHEN: There could be more messages. We haven’t heard Maxine yet.

AMELIA SPENS: Quiet, for goodness sake! There’s movement on the monitor, doodahs. [sighs] It’s keeping to the shadows, but it’s very fast and it’s definitely heading in your direction. I hate to be all doom and gloom, but it’s probably our V-type. I don’t suppose you fancy acting as bait to lure it away, do you, Jody?

PAULA COHEN: We’re not risking losing anyone else.

AMELIA SPENS: [sighs] Why do I even bother asking? Then you’d better head east towards that ghastly industrial estate. And don’t dawdle!

JODY MARSH: Anything on your cameras, Amelia?

AMELIA SPENS: Not a sausage.

JODY MARSH: I can’t see anything. Can you, Five? It’s dead quiet. Just lots of half-demolished warehouses. But I can feel it. All the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up.

AMELIA SPENS: It seems to be hiding from the cameras, which it should be far too stupid to do. [sighs] I thought Paul was being hysterical when he started blathering on about signs of increased intelligence in solitary V-types. I suppose I should apologize to him. I won’t, obviously.

PAULA COHEN: Five, play the tape.

AMELIA SPENS: I really don’t think you should -

PAULA COHEN: I’m not waiting any longer. I can’t.

SAM YAO: I really don’t see why I should help you. Oh, are you already recording? Now that’s not fair! I said I wouldn’t cooperate. No, you’re not doing it to be nice. You’re trying to freak my friends out or-or manipulate them or something, and I’m not going to help you. Guys, no one knows where Five is, but we think they -

JODY MARSH: Stupid Sam. Always worrying about other people when he should be worrying about himself.

PAULA COHEN: There’s still... There’s nothing from Maxine.

JODY MARSH: Maybe it’s further on.

PAULA COHEN: That’s it. That’s the end of the tape.

AMELIA SPENS: Emote about it while you move. I finally got a clear and frankly stomach-turning look at your pursuer. It’s missing a head and still very much ambulatory, so call me an old worrywart, but I think it’s a V-type. I was really hoping we could avoid this, but there’s a place to the north where you can evade it. Just go on, then. Run!

[zombie growls]

JODY MARSH: Oh God, it’s nearly on us!

AMELIA SPENS: Just as well good old Amelia’s led you to safety. On your left, the side door to Marfield Storage. Five, enter 2574 on the keypad.

PAULA COHEN: I don’t understand. Why wasn’t there a message from Maxine? She was there. We know she was there.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Voice scan required for entry.

AMELIA SPENS: Let me just... Ah.

RECORDING: Sigrid Hakkinen, access code Sigma Alpha Epsilon.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Authorization granted, Minister.

JODY MARSH: Paula, Five, get in now.

AMELIA SPENS: There’s another exit at the far side of the complex. It should take you well clear of the V-type.

PAULA COHEN: Does it mean they don’t have Maxie, or does it mean they... they had Maxie and now they don’t?

JODY MARSH: There was nothing from Five, either. This was probably just like, a teaser trailer, something to get us interested.

PAULA COHEN: Yeah, no. [laughs] Yeah, you’re right. Why would they hurt Maxie and not the others? Except for the fact that she’s a doctor, and there’s this sudden outbreak of new diseases and maybe she knows something about it they don’t want her to know!

JODY MARSH: My nan always said don’t borrow trouble, you’ll get enough for free. And we think Van Ark’s got something to do with it, right? I mean, we got a message saying he wasn’t the real Van Ark, but that could have been faked. Van Ark wouldn’t kill Maxine. He’d use her. You know that.

PAULA COHEN: Yes, I know that very well.

JODY MARSH: Amelia, what is this place? I mean, it’s one of Sigrid’s secret bases, obviously. It’s all pastel walls and surveillance cameras and posters of her on every wall. I’d forgotten how smug she always looked. But why did you have the passkey, and why were all the lights on when we came in, like someone’s been here recently?

PAULA COHEN: I can see the labs through the glass doors. Some of the equipment looks like it’s running. The sign about this one says, “Bioweapons, alpha access only.” [door knob rattles] It’s locked.

AMELIA SPENS: I would like to explain, but I’m afraid the V-type’s found a way in.

JODY MARSH: Oh, bollocks. You just don’t want us to look around.

[zombie roars]

AMELIA SPENS: I might be lying. I could have recorded that sound and saved it for a rainy day. Or maybe you’re being hunted by a virtually unkillable zombie. Up to you, of course. You could keep trying more locked doors, or you could run!

[door creaks open and shut]

JODY MARSH: We’re out of the base. No sign of the V-type, if it was ever there.

AMELIA SPENS: No need to worry your pretty head about it any longer, Jody. My anti-gray berets have arrived.

PAULA COHEN: I can see them rappelling out of the helicopter. Rappelling... Is that the word?

AMELIA SPENS: Yes, they certainly made good time.

JODY MARSH: You don’t sound very pleased. I thought you were a big fan of efficiency.

AMELIA SPENS: It may shock you to learn I used to carry out a heist or two?

PAULA COHEN: No, not really.

AMELIA SPENS: Before every escapade, I’d send my crew to carry out a minor break-in, making absolutely sure to trip the alarm. Can you guess why?

JODY MARSH: I don’t care.

AMELIA SPENS: It was to test police response times. Terribly clever of me, really. Create a problem, and then see how the opposition goes about solving it. It teaches you an awful lot about them.

PAULA COHEN: You think that’s what this was about? A way for the Maghreb to test our V-type defenses?

AMELIA SPENS: Or to discover the location of a place I’d rather have kept under wraps for a while. And what have we really gained today? I suppose it was nice for you to hear your friends’ voices, although personally I’ve always found Peter’s rather grating. But Maxine is missing, we’re no closer to finding Five, and our opponents, whoever they truly are, have learned a great deal about us.

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