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a thousand islands

synopsis: y/n and Neteyam get caught doing the deed and she gets bullied by Ao'nung and his friends. based on this request.

author's note: sorry this request took me so long to write. I hope you like it! proofread once. aged-up neteyam

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, kissing, boobs, p in v, eating out, squirting, being watched, ao'nung and his friends are a bit mean in this lol

word count: ~3.9k ... this is kinda long, sorry

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“OH GOD!” you yelled out as your mate pushed himself into you without any warning.

Neteyam had just managed to persuade you to go with him to one of the secluded islands of the reefs. He had been needy for weeks already, but the both of you had been so busy learning the ways of the Metkayina that you two barely had any private time to yourselves.

Sleeping and cooking was usually the private time but Tuk and Lo’ak were often in your marui as they liked to watch and taste the food as you cooked. Even though Neteyam often tried to kick them out, you always insisted that it was good manners to treat the guests in your huts kindly. This left sleeping as the only private time, but as you and the sully’s improved in your skills, the lessons got easier and shorter, leaving for more free time available for all of you, including ao’nung and the others doing the teaching.

This also led to you guys having more energy to do other things throughout the day and being able to explore more of the islands by yourselves, without worrying of being late to your lessons or not being able to pay attention the next day.

Neteyam and you had found a nice, tiny island with a small stream running through it, lots of trees for shade and cover, and it was close to the Three Brothers Rocks. Perfectly distant and not close to the village for anyone to be nosy.

Or so you guys thought.

“Baby, c’mon, I haven’t been able to touch you like this for weeks. I swear I’ll make you feel so good. Just give me a chance, princess.” Neteyam cooed into your ear as you looked at him, brows raised and arms crossed, trying to decide if this really was a good spot.

“Nete, I’m just not sure if this is it.” You managed out as he trailed his long fingers against your thighs, making you shutter.

“Look around, who could possibly be here? We didn’t see any ilu’s tied up waiting for anyone. And plus, you didn’t see anyone follow us, right?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for a response.

“No… but”

“Shh” he cut you off as he placed his finger on your lips. “Then just relax, your nerves are too high, probably from all the stress lately. Let me help you out, okay?” He reassured you as you mouthed a low ‘okay’ and allowed him to continue.

“What a moron” signed one of the boys and laughed.

“Let’s go,” waved ao’nung as he and his friends left behind Lo’ak to hunt on his own. They swam away quietly, trying not to make any noise, and snickered as they reached the surface of the water.

“Did you see him pointing that thing back and forth like a moron?”

“What did he think that was going to do-magically catch the fish for him?”

“Forest boy has a lot of learning to do.” Ao’nung smirked. “Let’s go hang out at that island we always go to, the one with the stream.”

“The one by the Three Brothers Rocks?” questioned one.

“Which other one do we always go to that’s close by and has the stream running through it, genius?” answered the other.

“Shut up and get on your Ilu’s before Lo’ak hears us.” Ao’nung warned. The group hurried on and made their way to the small but luscious island.

“Beat you. You owe me two fish!”

“No, I made it here first! You owe me three.” Exclaimed the other

“My ilu is already tied and you two are arguing about who made it first? You guys owe me five,” replied ao’nung.

“Well, I rode my ilu better than him. I have more... more skills! He almost bumped into the rocks!”

“Shh, be quiet,” motioned ao’nung as he gave a stern face. “Look, two ilus tied up on that side, over there,” he pointed.

“Who could possibly be here?”

“Maybe one of the men from the clan, hunting.”

“Alright, be quiet. Let’s try not to make too much noise or we’ll get heard. If it’s one of the hunters from the clan, then we’ll get in trouble for going past the reefs by ourselves.”

Ao’nung and his friends quietly made it past a few trees, being careful as not to step on anything loud or make some noise. Everything seemed calm and quiet until they approached closer to the center of the island.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“What the-“ Ao’nung gave a confused look to his friends as he put his fingers to his lips and shushed the group.

“Is someone getting slapped in the face?” questioned one of the boys.

“No, you idiot. Whoever it is, they’re-”

“OH GOD!” The sound of your voice cut through the air.

“banging.” completed ao’nung.

“WHAT?!” The two other boys said in unison.

“Who do you think it is?”

“Maybe one of the newcomers?”

“Ahhhh, NETE! !” Your voice rang through their ears again.

“Let’s take a closer look, I think I have a clue,” motioned Ao’nung, and the three walked closer to the sound of your voice.

Neteyam had you on all fours and shaft deep inside your pussy. His grip on the dimples of your back as he repeatedly slammed into you.

“You feel so good, princess” he let out a groan.

“And you fuck me so well!” You moaned out, mouth agape, as his fucking had turned you to mush. You turned around to look at him as he railed your little hole with enough force to knock you over. His hips moved quickly, arms flexing with his movements, and his abs glistened with sweat as he did his best in your shared workout.

The sight further deepened your arousal and made you weak in the knees.

“Ne…Ne…Neteyam” you let out.

“Yes love?” He held up your face to look at you as he continued to push inside of you. Your breath quickened as your legs grew weaker, soon unable to hold you up in your position for much longer.

“I’m… Im getting tired.”

Neteyam immediately pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss of warmth. “Are you okay? Shit, was I too rough, love?” He immediately pulled you up and turned you around to face him completely.

“No, no. You weren’t!” You reassured him as you breathed in and out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that my legs are tired from being in this position. Can we try another?”

“I’m sorry, baby. We’ll try something else. Something easier for you, okay?” He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

You nodded in agreement as Neteyam laid you down on your back.

Now hovering above you, Neteyam slid into you again, making you moan out in pleasure.

"Mmm," you let out as he made eye contact with you. Soon quickening up his pace again, he leaned into you with his face in the crook of your neck as he bucked his hips into yours repeatedly. Neteyam trailed your neck with long kisses all the way down to your collarbone and reaching to your breasts.

He took one in his hand and gave it a light squeeze before giving it a quick kiss. Eyes closed, he gave your nipple a suck and trailed his tongue all around it. He flicked his tongue over it a couple of times before moving on to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

His mouth moved back up to your face, and he kissed your lips as his fingers reached down to your womanhood, giving it a rub as you let out a yelp in surprise.

Neteyam pounded into you and worked you with his fingers, eager to make you come.

"NGHHH...NETEYAM!" you yelled out as you threw your head back.

"He continued flicking your nub as his cock pounded the inside of your walls, making your legs shake as you felt your high approaching.

"Fuck. Fuck Fuck!" was all you managed out as your mind started to cloud with the sensations in your lower half.

Neteyam continued his fucking and pushed your legs up, reaching a new angle that made you scream.

"OH FUCK! YES! YES! YESSSS! NETEYAM NETEYAM NETEYAMMM!" His name rolled off your tongue like a chant, and it was music to his ears.

"Shit, I want to hear you, baby! Who's fucking you like this, WHO?" He grabbed your face and turned it to look at him. "WHO?"

"YOU BABY! ONLY YOU! GOD, I'M ALMOST THERE!" You breathed out as your hips moved up to match his pace, desperate to get more.

Neteyam rutted into you, making you hit your orgasm.

"ah ha haa" he moaned out as you whined in pleasure, his dick still thrusting inside of you. Your legs were shaking as you grabbed his back, lightly marking it with small crescent shapes.

Suddenly, he grabbed on to your waist and flipped you over in the middle of your high. His hand on your head as he pushed your face to the ground and his other snaked around your waist as he lifted up your hips, bringing your ass all the way up and your knees to the floor. You were practically bent almost in half, with your pretty round ass waving in the air.

Neteyam laid down and brought his face to your pussy.

"Neteyam, what are you-" you were cut off as he grabbed your hips and began eating you out from behind, making you moan even louder as he overstimulated your clit.

"AHHHHH, NETEYAM. OH FUCK," you managed out as he worked his tongue into you. He moved it up and down, back and forth, as he ate out the juices flowing from your hole.

"mmmm. so good." he groaned into your pussy, vibrations making you roll your eyes as your orgasm came back at a harder strength.

"Babe, I'm gonna come!" you whined out as you grabbed anything you could.

Neteyam's mouth quickened on your pussy as he moved his head up and down and beneath you. He spread your legs wider to fit his head in and get a better angle.

"ah ahh ahhh" you moaned out as your hight finally washed over you, making your mouth drop open as your whined and let out all possible obscenities and your legs shook as he continued licking you despite the shaking of your body.

"too..much!" you groaned

"nu uh" he continued his attack on your pussy. "You taste too good for me to stop, sweetheart."

He continued eating you out and used his hand to help cover any spots his mouth was missing.

"NETEYAM I'M GONNA... move your face!" You warned but he flipped you over back to the ground and hooked his arms around your thighs as he continued digging his face in between your legs. You tried to move him, but he wouldn't budge.

A new sensation washed over you as you lifted your legs up and felt like you were gonna burst. "Nete MOVE!" He stayed in front of your pussy as you squirted all over his face. Neteyam's nose, chin, and mouth all covered in your liquids as you squirted all over him.

He wiped his face with the back of his hands and cleaned it up with his tongue as he licked his fingers, getting a better taste of you.

"See, not so bad. I told you this was a perfect spot." Neteyam smirked.

"Holy shit..." let out Ao'nung in a whisper at what he and his two friends just witnessed.

"What on Pandora..." said another.

"I didn't know they were mates." The other raised his brows in surprise.

Ao'nung let out a chuckle at the sight.

"Oh, baby, you fuck me so well!" One of the boys mocked in a high pitch voice.

"You taste so good, sweetheart~" Ao’nung joined in on the mockery.

"I didn't know forest na'vis were capable of such things, especially with their looks..." another chimed in.

*crack*

One of the boys stepped on a branch, and it broke.

"Fuck, someone saw! I told you this wasn't a good spot!" You yelled at Neteyam, giving him an 'I told you so' look.

"Shit" Ao'nung spat out. He held out his hand as a warning for the others to stay still and shut up.

*crack*

One of their thick tails hit the tree branch again as it swished back and forth on the floor.

"Oh fuck. which one of you idiots?" Ao'nung turned his head in anger.

"Who's there?" questioned Neteyam as he stood up, holding you behind him.

"Show yourself!" He demanded once again.

Ao'nung motioned for the others to get up from their hiding spot.

"Alright, alright." Ao'nung held his hands up to show guilt. "You guys were being loud as hell, how did you not expect us to check out what the noise was?" he cocked his head to the side in question.

"You were spying on us?" Your eyes widened in shock. "You fucking peeping toms! Perverts!" You yelled out.

"Peeping what?" whispered one of the Ao'nung's friends.

"I told you, we were just checking out the commotion!" Ao'nung approached you and Neteyam as you took a step back.

Ao'nung grabbed your hand by force and opened it. "Hah, another four fingered freak. You're not even a real na'vi." he laughed.

You ripped your hand out of his, and Neteyam pushed him back. "Don't touch her." he warned.

"You're getting busy and trying to make babies with a freak!" one of the boys laughed out. Your ears dropped at the insult.

"Oh Nete, you fuck me so well! More, MORE!" fake moaned the other.

"I don't sound like that!" You let out in anger.

"Oh, baby, you look so good! Muah muah muah," the other puckered his lips and made kissing noises.

The three metkayina boys broke out in laughter as you stood there in shock, embarrassed that they had witnessed everything.

"Alright you three, enough with the jokes!" Neteyam approached Ao'nung and pushed him back again.

Ao'nung put his hand up in signal for the other boys to stop.

"So, I thought you two were like siblings or something" Ao'nung cocked his eyebrows.

"Ew, gross!! The fuck?" your face contoured in disgust.

"Of course not!" Neteyam shook his head in disbelief.

"So... what's with the four fingers and thumb on her hands?" questioned one of the boys

"Why don't you just say five fingers? The thumb is on your hand too, you know?" You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, five fingers. How come you have five if you're not related to the supposed Toruk Makto." interrogated Ao'nung.

"It's not supposed! He was Toruk Makto, and your ass would have been under rule of the sky people if it weren't for him!" Neteyam corrected.

"Okay. Okay. He was Toruk Makto." sighed Ao'nung as the other boys bowed their heads and let out small "thank yous" as they hailed their arms in mockery. You simply rolled your eyes at the sight and gave Neteyam a pat on the back, a sign as to not pay any mind to their foolishness.

"So, answer the question." Ao'nung pried as he grabbed your hands again to look at them. "Look at these hands. I mean, look at them, this is not normal!" Exclaimed ao'nung as he studied your hands from all angles, twisting your wrists in the process as to get a better view of your fingers.

"Ow!" you yelped as you snatched your hands away and massaged the pain in your wrists.

"She was of the sky people. She came with a second group of scientists, uhh, na'vi examiners, studiers, that meant no harm and came to mend human-na'vi relations after the war against the RDA." Neteyam explained.

"Against the are-dee what?" asked one of the boys.

"R-D-A. The group of sky people that waged the war against us. Y/n came with a second group, not part of the RDA. The sky people made this body for her to use while doing research. She eventually learned the Na'vi ways and became part of our clan. After a while, she permanently moved to this body and became Na'vi, just like my father." Neteyam gave you a small but comforting smile.

"So, this is just some random body you got?" One of the boys poked your shoulders, back, and ribs, checking if your skin felt the same as his.

"Well, yes. Sorta... This body was made with a mix of Na'vi information and the information from my human body, so my face looks like a combination of both, but leaning more to the Na'vi side. Hence the ears, tails, and fangs but five fingers and five toes." you exclaimed.

"And you two are mated?" Ao'nung scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yes, and?" Neteyam tilted his head, not knowing what Ao'nung was getting at.

"You mated with a sky woman? Out of all of the na'vi women on this planet, you got out of your way and chose HER?" Ao'nung pointed at you in disbelief.

"And what is wrong with that?" Neteyam demanded.

"She is of demon-blood! You chose to mate with a demon! That's what's wrong!" Ao'nung raised his voice in accusation, making your head drop as your tail tucked in between your legs.

"She is na'vi!" Neteyam rebutted.

"A na'vi with the blood of demons inside of her!" let out another.

"Jake was Toruk Makto, I wouldn't blame your mom for choosing him." The three boys got closer and almost surrounded you and Neteyam as one let out a hiss. You stepped backwards, tripping on the stump of a tree, causing you to fall back.

Ao'nung continued, "But y/n? What is she supposed to be? Good for nothing." He laughed as you looked down at the stump that was now next to you, too embarrassed to show the tears forming in your eyes.

"ENOUGH!" Neteyam hissed out at Ao'nung and his friends while he lifted you up from your arm and checked your back to make sure you were okay.

"Aww, look at her, she's crying like a little baby. Maybe she can use her little baby tail to wipe her tears."

"Ha, maybe that forest tail isn't so useless after all!"

Your hands trembled in shame and anger. You wanted to prove just how useful you were. You were filled with the desire to draw out your bow and show just how much of a mighty warrior and huntress you had become in the forest.

But you stayed still, knowing that you had to remain defenseless. It would be bad for Jake and the Sullys if you pulled out a weapon against the chief's son.

A tear ran down your face in bitterness, and you huffed as you stormed your way from the group.

"Y/n, wait!" Neteyam called out.

"Later, you and I will settle this on our own!" Neteyam pushed Ao'nung away as he trailed after you.

"There goes little miss demon blood and her lover. " The boys snickered at the sight.

You hurried your way to your ilu, not waiting for Neteyam as you made Tsaheylu and quickly got on.

"Y/n, slow down! It's just me!" Neteyam ran after you.

Without even turning around, you held your breath as you dived into the water with your ilu, the poor creature swimming as fast as it could.

~~~~~

You got to yours and Neteyam's shared marui almost out of breath. You sat down and quickly got to cooking as you tried to distract your mind from the words exchanged earlier.

"My love, you know what Ao'nung said is not true." The flap of your tent opened, and Neteyam walked in.

You simply ignored him, and continued chopping the vegetables for later, fearing that if you opened your mouth to say anything, a sob would escape your lips.

Chop. Chop. Chop. You continued on with your preparations.

"Look at me!" He grabbed your arm. "I chose you to be my mate, you! None of what they said about you being demon-blood is true." You were now facing Neteyam.

"It is! Why, out of all women, me? A demon-blood.." Tears rolled down your cheeks as you stopped to look at him.

"No, no ma’ tanhì, don't cry." Neteyam held up your face and wiped your tears. "You are beautiful, you have no demon blood in you. How could you? Sky people are not demons. YOU are not a demon! How could my little flower be a demon, huh?" Neteyam gave your head a pat and your forehead a small kiss.

You simply sighed in response, knowing that your outburst was silly and Neteyam would never doubt picking you.

"I just- I wish I could-" your hands balled up into fists.

"My little mighty warrior, my pretty huntress. Don't think I missed that look in your face when you wanted to draw your bow on Ao'nung." He let out a smirk as you gasped.

"How did you-" You were cut off with a kiss on your lips.

"I know my woman." Neteyam chuckled.

"My pretty woman, even with your five fingers and five odd looking toes.” You gave him a light slap on his chest.

“Hey! You can laugh all you want about my five fingers, but Lo’ak, Kiri, Jake, and I already outnumber you, Tuk, and Neytiri.” You let out a giggle.

Neteyam simply shook his head and laughed. "I guess so... we'll just have to see when we have kids."

"You want children… with me?!" You turned your head to look at him in shock.

"Of course! Who else would I want to be the mother of my children" Neteyam gave you a smile.

"I don't know, maybe some other-"

"You, just you. I would always pick you, even if I searched a thousand islands." Neteyam leaned in to give you a kiss, and you accepted.

"I will handle Ao'nung and his stupid antics. Don't pay any mind to him." Neteyam patted your back as you got back to preparing dinner.

"Just don't get into another fight, you know how mad Jake was when you and Lo'ak-" you were cut off

"Yea, yea, yea. We'll see about that." Neteyam rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious." you stopped your cooking to point at him. He simply chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, getting ready to give you another kiss.

"Mmm! That looks yummy, y/n! Can I taste?" Tuktirey interrupted as she suddenly entered your marui.

"Here." You tossed her a piece of fruit as Neteyam huffed out at the interruption , knowing that Lo'ak would also be joining in soon.

"Hey Tuk, have you seen Lo'ak? He's usually the one who brings you with him to eat my food." You slightly giggled at Neteyam's face as he gave you a 'really?' look.

"Umm, I think he said he was going swimming or something with Ao'nung today." Tuktirey paid no mind as she continued stealing little pieces of fruit and vegetables from your bowls.

"AO'NUNG?" you and Neteyam both let out at the same time.

Neteyam unwrapped his arm around you and gave a quick peck on your cheek, "Sorry babe, I gotta go check on something." He got up and hurried out of the tent before you even got the chance to ask him where he was going.

A few minutes later, you heard arguing coming from outside of your shared marui.

“You left him where?!” the voice of Neteyam rang through your ears. You peered out of the tent and saw him grabbing Ao’nung from his braid and dragging him towards Jake and Kiri.

“Tell him what you told me!”

Oh god.

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sorry this took so long for me to post, life has been kicking me in the ass lately

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lovethatmakingcoffee · 3 months

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Part 2

Forever

I have seen amazing artists and content creators come and go, and some get taken out by cancellation. Whether it was true or not, I’ve seen the fellow painter and aspiring film maker be chased off respective platforms or generally scared away because of the negative effects of cancellation. They will be canceled over stupid things they did in the past close to a decade ago or over something that isn't true. And honestly, I'm sick of it. I don’t care who you cancellers are, I want to rip you apart with fangs and claws. And I'm sick all of you trolls getting what you want.

There was one artist I knew who made the most beautiful pieces and one random asshole one day called them out for being a pedo. Were they? No, and how would they even know anyway? But everyone just jumped up and dogpiled her. I tried my hardest to intervene and tell her not to listen to what they had to say, but the damage had been done, they succeeded and chased her off. And I will never forgive them for that. Such a talented person chased off and for what? To stroke someone's ego? Because they were jealous? It doesn’t matter. This terrible rage in my stomach has been building up with every artist running away with the fear of being cancelled and I can’t take it.

When it first began, the cancellation movement, some foresaw how bad it would be and realized that they didn’t want to face it. For example, my beloved Jenna Marbles. Who knows, maybe she was tired of the whole YouTube scene to begin with, she had been doing it for ten years after all, but she decided to do her own cancellation to free herself from someone bringing it up instead. Maybe she realized how dangerous this was and that she should just leave before it was too late, cause with 2020 and that cancelling movement on the horizon, I don’t think my girl had the strength to keep up. She did her own cancellation suicide and fucked off, escaping criticism by criticizing herself. And I was heartbroken. Still am. That it had gotten so bad that a content creator would freely air out her own dirty laundry to feed the rabid wolves and make her escape. And there were those who relished off of it. Happy she was gone. Making me sick and fueling my anger even more.

And then there were more. Mostly men, cancelled here and there. I won't name names, but we know them. Know who they are if you followed any cancellation ever. And chased off usually over some stupid shit they said in their twenties or being accused of grooming. Which the former most of the time seems easier to bounce back from then the later. Being called a racist, homophobic, etc., can be subjective. Especially during this day and age when the internet is so unbelievably sensitive to everything because they read every word with malicious intent towards themselves specifically. But so many content creators get targeted at the height of popularity or just because they were extremely popular. It’s obvious. So well known, and the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And some if not many, y'know, don’t deserve it. Some if not many don’t deserve cancellation and I will bite with so much rage in my being on their part. I know they can probably take care of themselves, but there are so many who can’t. They can’t hold on in these seas of accusations.

And then there are those who bounce back. Many will argue that they shouldn’t, but after time many seem to have forgiven what they were canceled about or just simply don’t care. Like Mr. Logan Paul for example. The man had such a lack of sense that he filmed a dead body and posted that on Youtube. And now he is doing interviews for Mr Beast. I just find that one... Interesting? Now, I don’t know much about Logan Paul except for all his drama. I don’t care too much for him cause he’s pretty loud and that hurts my ears. Nor is his content for me. I don’t know much about him as a person at all and can’t speak on behalf of his character. I don't know if Logan Paul grew up or gained some common sense, but what I do know is that he held out. He washed off all the judgment and accusations, drama or whatever and held on. Which seems to be the only cure for cancel culture on the internet. Is to endure.

And I don't want these trolls to feel more empowered than they already do. Cause I hate these trolls and want to cave their teeth in. Or maybe expose them too. Show your face, cowards behind the screen. You accuse those who are wide out in the open of the most terrible things, at least have the balls to say it to their faces instead of hiding in your monitors.

And frankly, when has cancellation ever helped anyone? I find it very useless and it just hurts people. Maybe if it was directed at large corporations or films making ugly versions of sonic, then I could see that as impactful. But no, it usually goes after the individual which is just so stupid. Hounding them about the past and past shit they said. So idiotic, it baffles me that people still allow it. To let the trolls say they have moral superiority over you and what they say goes. Gross. And you just know that these bastards on the other side of the screen have done shit too. They’ve said the wrong thing to the wrong person. Probably worse. Made the nastiest of jokes and comments. And are just being hypocritical and immature. I know I am also not above people and stupid dark jokes and these trolls should quickly learn this too if they know what’s good for them.

And these cancellers certainly have a lot of time on their hands. They might be young. Maybe. Might be a stupid kid which if so I could expand the notion, that if it is a stupid kid, then yeah, they could be forgiven for what they've done one day as I would expect these content creators to be forgiven for the stupid shit they said in their youth one day too. But also, what they did was horrible. I would respect Forever if he actually went about suing someone, but I don’t think he can sue a child. But still, what a horrible child. If only their parents knew. That they are dismantling lives just because they find someone annoying.

But to be for real and realistic, I think this person is some sad boring unemployed troll who resents him for whatever reason and this is their way of retaliation. And with that... Forever get their ass. He is upending your life and attempted to do the same to some of your friends. Get em.

And lastly, if Forever really was a creep, which no he is not, I want to ask Quackity if he did background checks on any of these content creators? Or did he just invite them in which I could see as a major oversight. Because these creators, I feel like when inviting them into something like a Minecraft server, it’s akin to a sponsorship. It supports your project but you have to do a thorough background check to see if they are safe for stream. Which is just why I found that it doesn't make sense at all that at least Quackity wouldn't know about Forever’s past! With how rife and pungent cancel culture is now, if I was him, I'd be so on edge. Especially if it’s my passion project was on the line. And he should know what it's like, even at his young age, he should know from what he's seen. And maybe the QSMP was seen as something small at first so he didn’t make the precautions, but once QSMP was getting bigger, wouldn’t he have checked? He should have been able to as well. Some rando online found these tweets thanks to pure spite, I'm sure Quackity and co could have done some digging sooner, months earlier and have made a decision. So this, this here, makes the least sense to me out of this entire nonsensical situation.

But hey, if Forever somehow is a freak which I can tell he’s not, then I will eat my words. But that is not today.

(Same with part 1. I will block you if I find you too annoying. My temper is short and my block button is sincerely right there.)

(But I have said what I wanted to say. There is probably more. But Goodbye for now.)

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lokislittlemidgardian · 1 year

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Covid

Content - age regression, Covid 19, light swearing, cuddles, ice lollies, angst turned fluff, Roald Dahl, dummy use, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when you come down with Covid Loki takes care of you.

Authors note - my Covid test just came back positive and I needed something to comfort me, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy<3

You stayed there for one day.

You stayed with your mum and brother for one day before heading home to Loki.

A day after they informed you that they tested positive.

When you woke up all that was really wrong with you was a bad cough but that was enough for Loki to make you take a test.

“Why do I have to I feel fine” you argued “mum said they were much worse than this so it’s probably nothing, it is winter ill bet money I’m just getting a cold.”

“I’d still feel better if you took a test my love, please for me?” He responded stroking hair out of your eyes.

How could you say no to him.

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Two lines, there were two lines on your Covid test.

You thought you were just seeing things then the fluid got darker down the bottom, it usually took a minute for the colour to decrease.

But it never did, you were staring at a positive Covid test, it just had to be this week didn’t it?, it couldn’t have been a month ago when absolutely nothing was happening.

You had so much too do, you needed to drop off your overdue library books before the end of the week, you had to give your friends their Christmas gifts and you wanted to say goodbye to your best friend because she was going away on holiday for a month.

And now everything was ruined.

“It’s okay my love” loki soothed you as he held you against his chest his heartbeat calming you slightly.

“It’s not everything’s ruined” you deadpanned “it’s not, I’ll return your books and pass on your presents and you can face time with her, she’ll only be a phone call away” he reasoned placing a kiss to your temple.

“What if I miss Christmas?”you whispered looking up at him with swollen eyes from crying.

That was what it all boiled down to, you really didn’t want to miss Christmas.

Taking a deep breath in Loki softly smiled at you.

“If you have to miss Christmas, then we have our own Christmas just the two of us, that sounds nice doesn’t it, hot chocolate, presents, cuddles and a bit of telly?”

You smiled and yawned nuzzling into his neck.

“Sounds nice dada” you whispered allowing your comforting mindset to take over.

“Aww, is my little midgardian peeking through?” “Mmm” you mumbled “it looks like she’s very tiny tonight” he said chuckling when you nodded your head.

“Can I have an ice lollie please?” “Oh course you can my love but I might crush it up for you is that alright it might just go down easier” “okay”

Once he brought you the crushed raspberry flavoured ice he gently lifted spoonfuls of it into your mouth.

Once the bowl was empty he sat it aside and let himself rest beside you.

“I love you little one, we’re going to get you through this I promise” he whispered letting your head rest in the crook of his neck.

“I love you too daddy, could we watch something please?”

“Of course angel, what would you like to watch?” “Eastenders?” You asked hopefully looking up at him making him chuckle “not while your this little sweetheart, how about a Roald Dahl film?” He reasoned placing a kiss to your left cheek.

“Okay dada” you softly smiling to ill to argue over the telly “which one?” “Gangsta granny” you giggled looking towards the screen “alright darling”

Watching as the colours danced across the screen you felt Loki place your emerald green dummy in your mouth and stroke the hair away from your eyes.

You knew that you would be alright even if your plans went a little bit differently because you had him.

You had your daddy.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Hi if not to much trouble could you do a brigeton x brother reader where the brother gets into a fight and all of the family are really worried thank you, you're writing is absolutely amazing.

Bloody Gossip

A/N- Eek thank you so much for liking my writing. I appreciate it so much! I apologize for the long wait my computer is being a butt. It is from 2013 and I should probably get a new one lol.

Warnings- Blood

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 751

Summary- The Bridgerton’s are featured in Lady Whistledown’s newest paper due to some shocking events at last night's ball.

Eloise and I have always been the closest among our siblings. Mainly because I help her sneak out of events much to Mother's dismay. However, Mother threatened to put us in this season if we snuck out of this ball because she was tired of us skipping out on our social duties. So here we are me and Eloise hiding by the refreshments.

“You two couldn’t be more antisocial,” Benedict laughs at us.

“And you couldn’t be more annoying,” Eloise rolls her eyes.

“Could we stop arguing before Mother scolds us?” I ask.

“We are not arguing!” They say in unison.

I raise my hands, “Of course, of course. Now if you don’t mind me I am going to try to find some lady to dance with me so Mother does not chastise me.”

“May we all pray for that young woman’s soul,” Benedict puts his hands in the prayer position.

“Ha ha, you are soooo funny,” I fake laugh and walk away.

Once I step away from my sibling's a man about Benedict’s age bumps into me. He quickly apologizes but seems to be happy once he realizes who I am.

“You’re Y/N Bridgerton, right?” The man asks and I nod hesitantly. “So you’re Eloise’s brother right?”

“Yes, that would be why we have the same last name and Mother,” I say sarcastically.

He ignores my comment, “Well, good! Then maybe you can give me a few tips on how to tame her.” I gag at his comment but he still continues. “I love the wild ones they’re so fun to break.”

“You do realize you are talking about my sister,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Of course I do! That’s why I’m talking to you, for tips. God, I hope your sister isn’t this dense. However, the denser the girl the easier she is to fool. I was going to go for Daphne but she seemed too dense it must run in the family.” He mocks.

That was my last straw how dare he insult my family. “I implore you to take that back. I will not stand for you to talk down about my family.” I respond and try to stand my ground.

“You do not seem to be the brightest out of your family. I suppose I’ll ask Anthony, maybe I can give him some tips on how to hide his rake tendencies in exchange.”

I have had enough of this man so I give in and sucker punch him in the face. Sadly this does not go well for me because I have never been the strongest out of my brothers. The man returns my punch in the stomach and knocks me down. Then he proceeds to kick me while I'm down and I swear I see stars until my vision fades to nothing.

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I wake up very disoriented and see my very fuzzy siblings sleeping on the bed, chairs, and floor. I try to get up and a sore groan leaves my mouth. Next thing I knew my siblings are all waking up and rushing to get me things.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. You all can relax,” I groan.

“Yeah, you sure look fine,” Anthony says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes as but am interrupted by Eloise jumping onto the bed causing me to groan and Eloise to quickly apologize.

“Thanks to you Brother of mine we know that Lady Whistledown was at the ball and she was close enough to know to hear all the atrocious things that man was saying he shall never find a suitor now!” She laughs

“That also means everyone knows you stink at fighting,” Benedict laughs.

“Do not listen to them we were so worried never start a fight like that ever again. We could not sleep the whole night! We weren’t sure if you were going to make it! If you had just told me none of this would have happened.” Anthony says making me feel like the worst brother ever but he probably feels the same.

I assure Anthony I’m fine but he bosses me around and tells me I’m on bed rest. I’m lucky though that Eloise kept me up to date on all the drama and Gregory play many card games with me to keep me entertained. However, I am not sure I will ever be left alone again. I just have to remind myself that they do it out of love or else I think I may strangle them for their constant hovering.

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fbfh · 1 year

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OMGGGGG YOUR FRANCIS HCS MADE ME REWATCH MALCOLM JN THE MIDDLE 😭😭😭😭 pls tell me you’re writing for him more 🙏🙏🙏

HONESTLY ITS MAKING ME WANNA REWATCH IT TOO 😭 Abso-fucking-lutely yes I will!!!!!! Send me asks about your Francis thoughts bc I have a few meself.

You know what would be an absolute hot mess disaster???? Okay we know Francis has a big fat obsessive crush on you, but the only thing worse would be if his brothers started to get crushes on you too. Like you're so nice and sweet and have such a charging soothing energy its impossible not to fall in love with you so no one can be too surprised. The problem is having one Wilkerson boy in love with you is already a handful, especially if its Francis. But all four of them????? Jesus fucking christ brace yourself.

Dewey is the first one to get a little puppy crush on you. You didn't make fun of him when he couldn't remember his times tables, you didn't even make him feel bad. You just said "it's okay, I had trouble with this too when I was your age. It gets easier the more you practice." With an encouraging smile. You gave him a couple tricks to help him remember the things he was struggling with, and that was the heart eyes moment. After that Dewey started bringing you drawings and pieces of candy and every good grade he got on an assignment just to see your face light up.

Reese falls for you next. You don't have to do much, he's probably going to have at least a tiny little crush on you if Francis likes you. What really gets Reese is when you help him beat a video game level. You offer to give it a shot and he humors you. You haven't mentioned anything about liking video games since you started babysitting, but he's really stuck on this level so he lets you give it a shot. He watches you annihilate aliens like it’s nothing and you beat the level in one or two tries. He can't remember any of the tips you give him about the game because he's too busy staring at you totally dumbstruck.

Malcolm is the last one to go. Before you come over one day, Dewey tells Francis he thinks he shouldn't try to date you anymore and Francis looks at him like he's grown another head. When he asks why, Dewey tells him he's going to ask you to date him instead. Much to Francis's surprise, Reese objects before he can. To say the room erupts into chaos is an understatement. They're all arguing about it when you show up, and Malcolm thinks it's the dumbest thing ever. Why would they spend so much time fighting over a babysitter and arguing about who you'd like back. Then you give Malcolm some old notes you found from when you were in the gifted class in middle school. You were in the gifted class in middle school? Someone as cool and pretty and cool as you?? He takes the notes and thanks you, suddenly thinking fighting his brothers for you doesn't sound so dumb after all.

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steam-beasts · 7 months

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Thomas and the Magic Railroad

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Chapter Three: Diesel 10's Plan

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A/N: FINALLY! I finished chapter 3! Sorry about taking so long, motivation kept going in and out of me 😑. Also, a note about Billy, in this version he is played by Tom Jackson.

Splatter and Dodge make an appearance. Dodge has a stutter so it'll be easier to tell the dialogue apart.

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The next day arrived on Sodor quite quickly. Most of the engines had gathered at Tidmouth Sheds to wish Sir Topham Hatt and his family a good holiday, and good luck to Edward

"See you lot in a few weeks!" Edward called out as he departed from the yard, pulling the private coach along. The engines whistled and wooshed happily to Edward and the couple until they were out of sight.

Once they were sure Edward definitely couldn't hear, Gordon let out a loud, pent-up groan of annoyance "Of course EDWARD of all engines was chosen" He commented with distaste. Thomas raised an eyebrow "What's that supposed to mean? Are you not happy for Edward, Gordon?"

"Well, Edward only got chosen because Sir Topham Hatt took pity on him, I bet..."

"Gordon. You better not start..." Duck warned, knowing exactly where this was going.

"...probably since he's so old" Gordon finished, rolling his eyes. Thomas gasped "That's not the reason, Gordon! Yes, Edward is up there in age, but that doesn't mean he's weak!" The E2 retorted, not pleased at all.

"Thomas. Edward was made in 1896, practically a CENTURY ago! He's an antique, and so slow at this point. Sir Topham Hatt obviously felt bad and chose him for it!" Gordon argued. Thomas gritted his teeth at that statement, Mr Conductor felt it was a good time to step in before things escalated.

"Now, now...let's break it up!" The conductor said, getting their attention. Once the two had their eyes on him, Mr Conductor cleared his throat "Ok...now, Gordon. At this point, I sometimes wonder...are you and Edward friends at all?"

Gordon widened his eyes as multiple others fell on him, making him stammer "Well I– of course we are..! It's just...I-I..." Gordon looked down in embarrassment, visibly sweating.

"Real friends don't say that. I know there's always going to be some sort of banter in a friend group, but what you say to and about Edward is just bullying, Gordon"

Thomas chuffed "Yeah! Edward's just as useful as all of us. Besides..." The E2 then grew a smug grin "...if Edward was as weak as you say, then how come he was able to push a big fat engine like you up your hill, hm?" He teased cheekily.

The other engines chortled at Thomas' response. Percy, who was beside him, snickered "Ohohoho...good one, Thomas!"

Gordon wheeshed "Oh that's rich coming from someone who fell down the mine!!"

"I didn't notice the danger sign!" Thomas spat. Gordon scoffed "Little engines are SO narrow minded!"

"No we're not!" Duck said defensively, Oliver and Percy agreed.

The arguing was ceased when an ear-piercing, and broken-sounding whistle ripped through the air, startling the engines. The noise caused a few to reverse out of surprise. The laughing and banter ceased due to this, and Gordon was now lightly jittering "W-w-w-what was that?!" He squeaked.

Mr Conductor laughed at their reactions, but raised a eyebrow at his whistle "Huh, that's the third time..." He muttered before regaining his composure and speaking up.

"Ahem! Sorry about that, gentlemen. My whistle is acting up today"

Percy chuckled nervously "I-It's ok, Mr Conductor. It was j-just unexpected...heh heh..."

The magic man gave Percy a gentle smile and looked up at Gordon with a sterner look "As for you, Gordon. If you and Henry were REALLY his friends, you wouldn't say such things..." Mr Conductor made sure to shoot a glare at Henry, he wasn't innocent in this either "...Sir Topham Hatt told me himself how many times he's tried stopping you. To think, after everything Edward's done for you two..." He shook his head. Henry frowned and gulped now feeling eyes on him as well as Gordon.

The Stanier engine never expected to be dragged into this intervention, but he supposed it was deserved and remained silent.

"Mr Conductor is right, Gordon" Toby chimed in, the others murmered in agreement. Gordon huffed and reversed into his berth in a defeated and ashamed mood. Henry felt his boiler tighten and looked down at his buffers in shame and guilt. A few moments after the quick intervention, everyone had settled. He was handed a schedule board to list everybody's jobs for the day.

"Okay, now that we're all calm and collected...James, you're to pull a freight train of fresh hay bales to Farmer McCole's..." James groaned in annoyance. Great, another goods train. Just what he needed.

Mr Conductor looked over to Gordon "Gordon...the Afternoon Express as usual. Off you pop!" He said. Gordon smiled with pride and tooted his whistle before steaming on to the turntable. A good way to get his mind off getting confronted.

Mr Conductor went on down the list, assigning the engines one by one, who all gladly obliged. It was until he got to Thomas, his chipperness disappeared.

"..And last but not least, Thomas..." As Mr Conductor read the assignment, his smile dissolved into a frown "...oh dear"

Thomas perked up inquisitively at the man's sudden drop in tone "Mr Conductor, what's wrong?" He asked. Mr Conductor looked up at Thomas with a nervous glint in his eyes. The assignment itself was quite upsetting to say the least.

"Well Thomas, it says here you're to take flatbeds of scrapped engines to the Smelter's yard...it's been left for you at the Knapford yard" He said , wincing a little. The other engines gasped and muttered at the mere mention of scrap. An slightly appalled look was splashed on Thomas's face "S-Scrapped engines...?"

Mr Conductor nodded sadly. Thomas sighed, he always pulled scrapped engine beds at least once or twice, but even if it was something he should be getting used to by now, it was still unsettling to do such a task. It was like a human pulling a cart with a few dead carcasses in it to a grave site. Even if they never knew who the carcasses were, the urge to mourn was strong.

"Ok, sir...I will, sir" He said solemnly.

"Alright then..." Mr Conductor then put away the board. He looked towards the other engines and tried looking more bright for them "Well, what are you lot waiting for? Get those pistons pumping!" The tank and tender engines all tooted before all reluctantly setting off.

After most of the engines had left, it was just Thomas, Toby and Mr Conductor left. Mr Conductor's eyes flicked over to the E2's cab, and he couldn't help but notice something odd. He then glanced at Toby's cab entrance and saw his crew standing and waiting. Thomas's crew were still not here.

"Thomas. Where are your driver and fireman?" He asked, hands on hips and looking around the yard.

"They're taking the day off again, Mr Conductor. Its never been the same since Bob and William retired...my new crew are nothing but lazy and slack!" Thomas wheeshed sadly, though his face looked mildly annoyed.

"Oh for goodness sakes! Again?!"

"I can't do my job if they're not operating me, Mr.C"

Mr Conductor tsked, shaking his head in disapproval "How disappointing! I shall have a word with those two! That is what I'll do!" He said, wagging a finger. Thomas snickered at the rhyme.

Mr Conductor then walked over to the E2's cab and climbed up "Well, don't you worry, Thomas. I won't let you become a sitting duck, I'll just have to operate you myself!"

Thomas brightened up happily "Oh thank you, Mr Conductor!" He whistled as the magic man took the shovel and tossed coal into Thomas's firebox. The tank engine whistled merrily and proceeded to leave Tidmouth. Mr Conductor smiled and looked out the cab window.

"It is another beautiful day on the Island of Sodor..."

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Along the rails of the Indian Valley Railroad, the rails glimmered in the summer light. The birds tweeted their beautiful songs of nature. That was the moment when the tracks began to rumble and rattle, and out from around the corner came a Union Pacific FEF puffing down the tracks.

This majestic tender engine was nicknamed "The Rainbow Sun". A locomotive that has been on the Indian Valley Railroad for a long while now. Her driver was a man in his early 40s. He was of Native American descent and was proud of it too. This man was of course, Billy Twofeathers – the railroad technician of the railway.

Billy was leaning out of his train's cab and gazing out at the lovely land of the Indian Valley with an appreciative smile on his face. It was an admirable sight, so it was. Nearly "magical" as some would say. Billy was then thrown out of focus by a clanging noise coming from the Rainbow Sun's undercarriage. Billy raised an eyebrow before noticing excessive amounts of steam clouds gushing out of his engine's pistons and out from between the wheels.

Within every single bit of handyman knowledge he knew, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Hm, something must be loose. Don't worry, ol' girl. I'll give you a look over once we reach the station" He muttered, giving the Pacific's boiler a pat. But before he could do anything further, he heard a loud revving of a motorcycle nearby. He snapped his gaze to the footpath beside the rails.

He could very clearly see the silhouette of a man riding on a motorcycle. Because of the steam, the features of the man were obscured but Billy could tell the biker was staring at him. The distance between the Rainbow Sun and the biker was a little worrying to Billy, there was a possibility for an accident!

"HEY! Get away from the rails, you'll get hurt!" Billy yelled over the loud pumping and clanking noises coming from his engine. The stranger didn't seen fazed, or even care for that matter. Instead, he grabbed something out of the crate, and that's when Billy's face drained a little – it was a gun.

Billy ducked behind the door of the cab and winced as he heard two shots go off, both bullets hitting the door. Once the engineer found the slim opportunity, he quickly looked out to see the damage.

There were a couple tiny dents in the cab door, but since it was likely a handgun, the damage wasn't severe. Billy could fix it in a few—

BANG!!

"AGH!!" Billy screamed as a burning, agonising pain erupted in his arm. He looked down to see a fresh bullet wound, open and bleeding profusely on his forearm. Billy hissed in pain and glared daggers at the man, all the while mentally scolding his stupidity for revealing himself.

He could just about tell that the man was smirking from within the steam camouflage and spun the weapon around his finger before blowing smoke off the muzzle.

The engineer ducked back behind the door as another bang ripped through the air, gritting his teeth at the painful burn of his wound. His eyes darted around frantically until he spotted a thick clothe – that'll surely slow the bleeding until he reaches the station!

Billy grabbed the cloth and began frantically wrapping it around the injured area, wincing again at the pain. He managed to tie a rough knot around it before hearing a thud outside. He snapped his gaze to the cab entrance and felt a light pang of fear shoot through him as the man had jumped and was now clinging on to the handrails, pulling himself towards the cab door. He stepped into the cab and loomed over him, fists clenching.

The stranger was fairly tall with a slightly wide build. He towered over the handyman with a threatening posture and a toothy grin. He wore a biker helmet with yellow-lensed goggles, as for his clothes, the hijacker wore a forest green turtleneck, a trenchcoat, a practical weapon belt and combat boots. Just from looking at him, something about this guy was familiar to Billy.

Billy shook away the thought and slowly stood up, staring into this strangely familiar man's eyes with a threatening glint, said stranger stared back. Both found themselves in a stand off. In the corner of his eye, his shotgun rested against the wall. Billy knew if he was quick enough, he'd be able to put himself out of harm's way.

In one swift movement, Billy punched the man in the jaw when he least expected it. While the hijacker was momentarily stunned, the engineer snatched his gun and quickly loaded it. Thank god he had a bullet pack in his pocket...just for necessary occasions. Once the man was refocusing, he was face to face with a shotgun pressed against his forehead.

The strange man glared at the shotgun and back at its handler with malice. His lips curled into a snarl as Billy's eyes squinted, his expression was grim. Both men were in a tight situation and were both on nerve. Either could die in a situation like this, but from the way it looked, the unwelcome newcomer was running face-first into death himself before Billy could.

He still said nothing and stared deeply into the other's eyes. Billy did the same, keeping his grim expression printed on his face.

"Well, it only takes one bullet. What'll it be?" He asked with a slightly grave tone to his voice. Sweat beaded from their foreheads, their hands clammy, their movements as still as a rock. All it took was one move and one loud bang. But who would seal the deal? Suddenly, the biker shoved the shotgun away from his face in a lightning-fast movement, catching Billy off guard and by surprise. Before the engineer could even do anything else, the intruder kicked him hard in the shin.

Billy yelled and fell back on the floor, gun still in hand. The man above him pounced and forced him to stay on the ground, holding his wrists together with one hand. Billy grunted and tried pushing him off, only to be stopped by being repeatedly striked in the face with a gloved fist.

Punch after punch, the hijacker kept going and displayed no signs of stopping, much to Billy's dismay. Billy himself hissed, groaned and grunted with each blow to his head. From the feel of it, the hijacker must be wearing a brass knuckle under the glove, as his punches felt a lot harder and more painful than normal punches, which still hurt of course, but not this much. Out of the corner of the engineer's eye, his shotgun still remained in hand. Through squinting, watery eyes, he could see his attacker paying no attention to the weapon, and an idea bubbled up in his head.

Billy seized the chance, gathering all the strength that he could muster, he pulled his legs up to his own chest and performed a ground kick. His attacker let out an audible "oof" as some wind was knocked out of him and he toppled back. Billy grunted, spitting out the bitter taste of copper in his mouth as he stood up with a wobble, glaring down at the man on the ground who was also struggling to his feet.

His face ached and buzzed with pain, but wasn't as bad as the bullet wound.

As soon as the stranger fully stood, Billy tightened the grip on his shotgun and pulled it behind his shoulder before roughly slamming it against the exposed part of his head.

CRACK!!

The hard metal made contact with the other's forehead and a concerning crack was heard. The hijacker growled in pain, stumbling back. One of the lenses of his goggles was cracked and shattered, revealing his eye. Billy groaned quietly, gritting his teeth as he got up. His arm hurt like hell. The man across from him had his gloved hand hovering over where he was hit, a dark bruise already forming. Billy panted, feeling a little dizzy from the barrage of punches but kept a firm hold of his shotgun.

The man's face turned into an angered scowl and he then charged towards Billy, who struck him again with the gun. Then again, then again, then again...

The hijacker stumbled back towards the open cab door in a daze, his back hitting the cold rushing air of the passing country. He looked behind him, a sense of fear lingering within him as he knew he'd get badly hurt if he fell, but did he have a choice? He snapped his gaze back to Billy, who was seething with frustration and desperation.

Billy knew what he had to do, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty. The engineer repositioned his weapon into its proper position and pointed it at the man.

"I'm gonna give you one last chance, get off my train or get shot. I would prefer option one and so should you" He threatened the intruder. The intruder in question narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. He glanced between the passing ground below and Billy before letting out a disgruntled sigh.

He stepped backwards on to the footplate of the train and gave Billy a snarky goodbye wave "Donadagohvi, braid boy!" He jeered. Suddenly, the intruder jumped backwards, much to Billy's surprise. The racial mockery would've only bothered him a little if the man didn't jump. He could've waited for the Rainbow Sun to stop, but that was how it was gonna be, huh?

Quickly, Billy went over to the open cab door and peered at where the guy jumped off. To his confusion, the man was gone. No body, no one. Just himself and the engine. Despite this, Billy could rest easy knowing that the attacker was gone...for now.

Billy sighed in relief and with a trembling hand, rested his shotgun against the wall. The bullet wound in his arm burned, he was incredibly lucky to survive it, but he knew he had to get it tended to very soon. Other than the life-threatening injury, he thought back to the familiar man. Billy just couldn't shake off the feeling that he's seen that guy before...and his voice, yeah...he's definitely heard that voice from somewhere in the past.

Much to the handyman's luck, the Rainbow Sun had finally rolled into the town of Shining Time, so he can forget about that guy for now. The town was filled to the brim with pastel coloured buildings, gardens, clover filled fields, play parks where children thrived. It was all slathered in the sun's warm embrace, there was something magical about the place, he had a feeling.

Even despite his condition, he still pulled the whistle for the children who cheered joyously as they watched the gleaming iron horse pass through. Thank god they couldn't see in the cab from where they were.

As the Rainbow Sun finally pulled into Shining Time Station, Billy looked out the cab for anyone waiting at the platform.

Once he knew the coast was clear, he went back and pulled on the brakes, avoiding using his injured arm. " Hope no one sees me like this right now..." he internally prayed.

"Good morning, Mr Twofeathers!" A new, young voice suddenly called out. Billy felt his hope deflate and slumped his shoulders, he peeked through the window and saw a young boy riding a white stallion. His hair was blonde and scruffy, he wore an open blue flannel shirt, with a vest beneath it. He had ripped trousers and black boots.

This was Patch, a boy who had moved into town from the countryside a few months ago. He often helped out around town to earn some pocket money. He was currently Billy's helper. Bounding behind the horse was his dog, Mutt.

"Good morning, Patch!" Billy called back with a strained smile. He really didn't want to see Patch at the moment, but the universe seems to have other plans "Sorry, can't talk right now. I uh...gotta get inside" as he slowly climbed out of the Rainbow Sun, Patch stopped his horse and watched Billy get out. When the handyman turned around, the farm boy almost instantly noticed the injuries he had sustained.

"Mr Twofeathers, you're hurt!!" Patch exclaimed, hopping off his horse and jogging over to him "and your face is bleeding!" Billy furrowed his brows in confusion and wiped his chin, feeling something wet. Turns out it really was blood.

"Oh dear, I...I suppose I didn't notice" He replied, feeling a bit more lightheaded – supposedly the loss of blood was now getting to him. He never even felt it on his face, so that was why he tasted copper. Patch got a closer look at his wounds – Billy had a nasty wound on his arm that bled horribly, his face looked battered and bruised, plus, his nose was bleeding terribly – It was an awful sight for sure!

Patch's worried face only grew as he saw the blood-soaked cloth "Did...did something happen?" Patch's dog, Mutt came up behind him and whimpered with worry for Billy.

"It's ok, Patch. I-...I accidentally fell out of the Rainbow Sun while refilling on water. This'll all heal in a few...a few weeks" He lied as he placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. It wasn't the best lie, but he didn't want to tell him the truth. Patch skeptically stared at Billy for a brief moment, making the older man nervous.

"There's uh– there's a first aid kit in the workshop. I'll get patched up from there"

"Well, come on! We gotta get you inside!" The country boy insisted, gently pushing the engineer into the station. Billy kept protesting, saying that he was fine when really, he wasn't. He felt a bit dizzy.

Schemer was at the mini arcade, counting all the nickels he had managed to recieve. Once he saw Billy and Patch come in, he was immediately put off.

"WOOOAAAH, woah, woooaah!!" He exclaimed, immediately trudging towards Billy. He looked the man up and down, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the bloodied clothes.

"And just WHAT do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going with young Patch here to fetch something from the workshop, Schemer. Is there a problem?" Billy asked. Schemer threw his head back and scoffed "PAH! You're darn right there's a problem, Mr Twofeathers! No one wants to see..." Schemer then dramatically pointed at hisentire appearance "...a disheveled hippie who looks like he got ran over by a train! It's bad for business!"

Patch rolled his eyes. He had visited the station long enough to get to know Schemer, and BOY did he regret it "Oh give it a break, Stinker! Can't you see he's injured?!" Patch spat.

Schemer gasped dramatically at the insult, a hand to his chest. He narrowed his eyes and bent down to get eye-leveled with Patch "Why you little..."

"Oh Billy! You're back!" Said a new voice. It was Stacy, who had just walked in through the front door. Once she had a good look, her face paled with horror.

She instantly zoomed over to Billy, fretting over his condition "O-Oh good heavens, Billy. What happened?! You're bleeding!" She yelped, delicately peeling at the rag to see the bullet wound.

Billy sighed, pushing her hand away "I'm fine, Stacy. Yes, I'm hurt but I'll survive. I just fell from the train" He lied again. Stacy didn't believe him, she knew beatings and bullet wounds when she saw it.

She shook her head "No you didn't! This is a bullet wound, I-I know by the blood and – and the big gash! Tell me the truth!" She said sternly. She didn't like being lied to, especially when it comes to someone she cared about hiding their pain!

Billy looked at Patch, who looked up at him with eyes that pleaded for the truth. Mutt did the same, except of course, in dog form. Schemer was skeptical. He had to tell the truth, didn't he? Oh dear...

"I-...I had managed to stop a hijacking this morning and got in a scrap fight with the attacker. He shot me in the arm and beat me up. Luckily, I managed to shake him off. There, that's what happened" He said, looking away with a guilty face. Schemer was honestly blown away, he had no words or snarky comments, none! Patch was surprised by this reveal, but sympathised for Billy, as well as Mutt who whined and hung his head low. Stacy gasped like a scandalised housewife, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.

"A HIJACKING?! Oh dear, oh dear! Sh-Shining Time Station hasn't had a train robbery in...well, YEARS!! Did he steal anything?" Stacy stammered, gently grabbing Billy's hand and squeezing it. Said man shook his head "No, don't worry. I fought him off before he could...though, I don't know what he was after. He was trying to knock me out!"

The three listeners were flabbergasted at this news. Patch tilted his head, humming thoughtfully "Huh...well, what if he was after the Rainbow Sun ?" He suggested, earning a puzzled head-tilt by Mutt, and an eye roll from Schemer "Poppycock! Who would want a train?"

Patch shrugged "Well, maybe to scrap it? My mom told me how desperate scrappers are to get their hands on steam trains here in the Indian Valley. Perhaps that guy was one of them?" He theorised.

"Aghh...i-i don't know..ngh!..Patch, but if I had to assume with how he greeted me, then that's possibly the case" Billy hissed, clutching his arm. His brain was finally registering the wound and it stung so badly. Stacy huffed and guided him to the outside benches.

"That's it, Billy. I'm taking you to the local hospital" She said sternly. Said man remained silent and went along with her. Conveniently, there was a hospital a couple blocks down.

Patch watched them leave and shook his head "Poor Billy. Who would do this to him, Mutt?" He asked his dog. Even though Mutt couldn't fully understand what he said, he sensed his feelings and whined. Schemer watched as the two disappeared out of the station. He said nothing.

The entrepreneur glanced between the entrance and the arcade, knowing it probably wasn't a good idea to say anything snarky. Meekly, he walked back to the arcade.

The station was still, the station was silent, the station was worried.

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Back at Sodor, Thomas pulled into the Smelter's yard with the flatbeds. Mr Conductor meanwhile kept an eye around the engine, in case trouble popped out. It was that strange hunch that ate at him again.

Thomas looked around the yard, seeing scattered wheels, rusty side rods, detached buffer beams...and many engine carcasses, all of which were devoid of a face. The little tank engine shivered at the sight, not liking it one bit.

Mr Conductor gave him a reassuring pat on the cab "Cheer up, Thomas. We'll make this job quick" He said before hopping out and trekking to uncouple the flatbeds.

It felt longer to Thomas, as in that time, he began hearing ominous noises coming from all around him.

First, he heard metal, creaking eerily and loudly.

Second, he heard rattling noises from the left and the right, accompanied by what Thomas could describe as low growling of an engine. Like a diesel...was it Arry and Bert up to their old tricks?

Third of all and last of all, he heard low cackling and snickering from ahead. It came from deep in the smelting shed – the LAST place Thomas wanted to hear such noises.

The inside of the shed glowed an ominous red, and steam was leaking everywhere in it. Some of the steam had even seeped out into the yard itself, making things even more nerve-wracking for Thomas that it made his wheels wobble.

"All done, Thomas!"

"WHA!!" Thomas yelped in fear, only to see it was Mr Conductor who stared back with a confused look "Are...you alright?"

Thomas sighed in relief "Oh! It's just you, Mr C. Sorry, this place just gives me wobbly wheels! Now, can we PLEASE leave? ...I don't like it here" He whimpered. Mr Conductor smiled lightly and put a hand on the engine's buffer.

"Its ok Thomas, we can go now"

"Oh, you're leavin' already? But ya just got here!" Echoed a new voice, startling both of them. They looked towards the smelting shed, where in the darkness rested a pair of eyes with a devious and malicious glint.

"W-Who's there?!" Thomas asked, jittering nervously.

The voice chuckled rather darkly "Well, why do ya come closer for a better look? It's hard to see a thing in this stupid steam!" it beckoned. Thomas was hesitant, even more so was Mr Conductor. That's when Mr Conductor quickly caught on to the silhouette of a claw attached to the engine's roof.

His eyes widened in realisation, he knew that claw from anywhere! He was no fool.

Mr Conductor bolted to Thomas's cab and climbed on the footplate before shooting a glare back at the shed "You can't fool us, Diesel 10!"

The diesel warship clicked his tongue in annoyance as he suddenly oiled out of the shed, revealing himself to Thomas.

"Aw well, it was worth a shot. Nothing gets by you, does it, Twinkletoes?" He sneered, rolling towards the E2 with malicious intent. "That's right. Besides, YOU'RE the only one here with that bothersome claw on your roof!" Mr Conductor spat, pointing at the hydraulic claw.

D10 gasped dramatically, offended "Bold of you to insult Pinchy right in front of me, Twinkletoes..." he said through gritted teeth. "Pinchy", the claw snapped eagerly at the two. Thomas wobbled with worry, but managed to pluck up some courage "W-What do you want, Diesel 10?!"

D10 hummed sarcastically in thought "Good question, puffball. What DO I want...?" He asked himself.

D10's face then perked up "Oh that's right! I'm here to turn you steamies to scrap!" He grinned evily, edging closer. Thomas gasped, reversing back. Mr Conductor spoke up again

"Not so fast, Diesel! There's nothing you can do to these engines while I'M around!" Mr Conductor wanted to give some reassurance to Thomas. D10 groaned and rolled his eyes "Always sidin' with the tin kettles... TYPICAL!!"

Suddenly, Pinchy extended forward, clamping on to Thomas's funnel. Said engine yelped like a kicked puppy, wincing at the pain.

"Well, that'll ALL change when I find the Lost Engine! Once I finish her off, no steam engine will ever see the light of day again! HAHAHA—OW!!" D10 was cut off by having a piece of coal thrown at his forehead by none other than Mr Conductor, who was holding a clutch of coal rocks

"Not a chance!" Mr Conductor retorted. He threw rock after rock at D10 until his claw finally let go of Thomas's funnel. At that moment, the magic man shouted "Go, Thomas, go!" and Thomas did as told.

He quickly reversed on to the other tracks, narrowly avoiding the flatbed and sped backwards, exiting the scrapyard. D10 shook out of his daze and chased after them, feeling pretty pissed off.

"Why I 'oughta...GET BACK HERE!!" He roared, following them out of the Smelter's yard and down the Kildane branchline. Thomas had to make a careful turn at the junction, and it wasn't long before the steamie and diesel warship passed through the town of Cronk.

D10 honked his horn as he chased the E2, giving the locals a fright. After exiting Cronk, they passed Maron, the West of Maron and soon, the chase began to take a turn into Wellsworth, where BoCo was busy shunting trucks. He stopped when he saw something blue in the distance. At first, he thought it was Edward.

"Edward...?" He asked in confusion, squinting. The blue blur soon got closer and more detailed, BoCo then realised it was Thomas "Thomas?!"

Thomas zoomed past, terror struck on his face "HORRORS! BOCO!! HEEEELLLP!!" He yelled. BoCo soon saw why as Diesel 10 was following him.

"D10!! LEAVE THAT LITTLE ENGINE ALONE!!" BoCo shouted angrily. Sadly, there was only so much he could do. He prayed that D10 wouldn't hurt him.

"Careful Thomas, we're heading towards the Mainline" Mr Conductor warned "I'll tell you where to go"

"Okay!" Thomas replied fearfully. D10 was amazingly still pursuing him, snapping Pinchy angrily. The conductor kept an eye behind the E2, glancing now and again at D10. Thankfully, Gordon hadn't shown up once as they were chased down the line, though, Duck and the twins were seen, but they were on different lines.

Soon, Thomas panted as he finally reversed towards Tidmouth, his axles ached and his firebox fizzled. D10 seemed far behind, but suffice to say, he could relax for a little.

James was at the sheds, having finished his goods delivery but he couldn't rest due to a pesky fly buzzing in his face. He knew it wasn't a bee, but any flying insects got him paranoid.

"Oh shoo, fly! Shoo!" He growled, trying to blow at the pest. Just then, he noticed Thomas reverse towards Tidmouth sheds. But instead of reversing on to the turntable, the tank engine missed it and ended up bumping into a pair of buffer stops, just a berth away from James.

"Oof! Botheration!" Thomas exclaimed, feeling dizzy. James tutted "Looks like you weren't concentrating, Thomas!" He half-teased, still being bothered by the fly. Thomas rolled his eyes "It's not that I wasn't concentrating, James! I was being chased so I couldn't focus!"

James quirked an eyebrow "By whom?"

"Diesel 10! 10 out of 10 for devious deeds and brutal strength...a blast from the past" He replied ominously. The red engine jolted at the name, his eyes wide "What?! Really...?"

"Yes, I had a close shave with him and he chased me down the mainline!"

"Hmph, that big bully! Why must stinky diesels like him be on our railway? He's nothing but trouble!"

"Sir Topham Hatt sees both steamies and diesels as equals, and wishes for us to have fair chances! Though, I must agree...Diesel 10 in particular shouldn't be here if he's out threatening us" the E2 agreed, then raising an eyebrow "Also, why are you in the sheds, James?"

James wrinkled his nose "Just got back from delivering that goods train. Too improper for a splendid engine like me"

Thomas just giggled "Hehe, puffy pistons" He teased. The mixed traffic engine rolled his eyes "At least I didn't have to pull rusty, dirty scrap to the scrapyard!" He retorted. Little known to anyone, Diesel 10 had found another route to Tidmouth Sheds, and was creeping up behind, silently eavesdropping the pair.

"Going back on topic, what actually happened at the scrapyard?"

"Well, Mr Conductor and I encountered Diesel 10, and he threatened me, saying how once he finds the 'Lost engine', all steam engines will die!" He explained. James widened his eyes "Lost engine? What lost engine? I've never heard such nonsense"

"Nonsense or not, we better make sure Diesel 10 doesn't find her. You remember how devious and crafty he is!"

"And what makes you think you can stop me, puffball?"

Thomas and James yelped as D10 made his presence known, fully oiling into view with a devious grin.

"HA!! You steamies are such wimps, I wouldn't be surprised if one of ya hid away in a tunnel one day and never came out!" He cackled. James wheeshed "W-What do you want, you big bully?!"

"Oh nothin'! I simply have some unfinished with one of you scrap heaps! Once I find her, you'll ALL be wiped out! Gone! Reduced to...uh...whatever those science guys call it — ya get my point! Your demise is nigh!" He threatened. Thomas glared back "I just can't understand why diesels like you find it so hard to get along with us! We're all meant to be fair, Sir Topham Hatt says so!"

Diesel 10 just scoffed "Pah! Fatt Hatt's delusional. He doesn't understand how superior diesels are to steamies! We're stronger, smarter, better...while you lot are weaker, dumber, and pathetic!"

"Ugh! To think that Juvenile yard would've corrected your behaviour. But CLEARLY not!" James spat. D10 chuckled "Well, those idiots shoulda tried harder!"

The tank engine and tender engine watched as Diesel 10 honked his horn and oiled away, laughing evily "Welp, sorry! Can't stick around, I got folks to see and errands to run! Better count your days, steamies!"

Thomas wheeshed and chuffed forward "You'll never find the Lost Engine and you will never dominate us! We won't let you!!" He shouted bravely. But the warship had already left. Mr Conductor had listened to the entire conversation, and worry began settling in.

"Sir Topham warned me of Diesel...I gotta be more watchful" he thought, rubbing his chin. He better keep a good eye on that warship...

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Diesel 10 had an evil plan indeed, but he wasn't doing this alone. He wanted every diesel on his side to end steam on the island, he tried convincing Mavis at Ffarquharr, but he wasn't having much luck.

Mavis growled with irritation "I said no, D10! That's that!". Diesel 10 just ignored her words and buzzed up next to her "Oh, c'mon toots. It'll be fun!" He purred. Mavis still wouldn't budge at his encouragement.

"Well, I don't see whats so fun about killing off engines who did nothing to us. Now bog off!" She retorted, she didn't want anything to do with this. Diesel 10 was surprisingly, not angry. He just chuckled as he began reversing "Alrighty, toots. Be that way, but you can always change your mind~" his tone went dark as he said it.

He then went to Brendam Docks to find Salty, and by his luck, he found the dockside diesel shunting some freight cars.

"Ah, Salty..." he said, blocking the track with Pinchy, startling the other. Salty was, suffice to say, shocked to see Diesel 10 here. But he wasn't exactly too fond of the warship, especially for his past deeds "Yarr...Diesel 10. Wha' are ye doin' around here?" He asked, narrowing an eye.

Diesel 10 grinned devilishly "I've got a...proposal for you" He said "Of course, if you're interested?"

Salty let out an exhaust of smoke "Well, whatever 'tis then I be nah interested. Ye give us diesels a bad reputation! Ye nigh-on scuttled a steamer fer goodness sakes!" He grunted. "Grease n' oil, Salty. Do ya have that much sea water rusting away your radiator?! We diesels are superior to those heaps of scrap! We're revolutionary! We're–"

"I don't care how 'revolutionary' we be! I be nah joinin' in on any o' yer blasted plans! I do nah wish t' be responsible again fer engines losin' thar lives!!" Salty snapped, interrupting the larger diesel's preach. Diesel 10 sighed in defeat, knowing there's no other way to convince the pirate diesel. He was as stubborn as a mule.

But in his mind, the warship knew he struck a nerve. Salty once worked at the Southampton docks with his siblings, but he was always miserable, knowing that he and his siblings' arrival resulted in the steam engines before them losing their lives.

Diesel 10 let out his own exhaust of smoke and slowly reversed "Heh, suit yourself....old coot.." he spat, his demeanour taking a 180° turn. Salty sighed, ignoring his tone and went back to shunting, taking his mind off what happened. Cranky was observing things from above (since that's where he always is), and creaked "Ignore 'im, Salty. He's nothing but trouble"

Salty agreed "Right ye are, matey. Right ye are..."

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At the end of the day, Diesel 10 let out a loud groan as he returned to the Smelter's.

"Ugh...how hard is it to get a little help on this island?!" He grumbled to himself. Just then, the sounds of gibberish chatter echoed from within the shed, getting louder as he got closer, a small sigh escaped his lips "Well...guess these goons are all the help I'm gonna get..."

Within the Smelter's shed, two small diesel shunters were waiting. One was a dusty yellow the other a dusty lavender colour. They were both currently on trial, but weren't really fussed in doing their actual jobs, being more interested in harassing steamies and causing trouble. They rarely got away with any of this behaviour, mostly for being quite dumb. These two shunters were named Splatter and Dodge.

"So uhh...when do ya think the big boss is gonna get here??" Splatter drawled to Dodge "I-I dunno! Howzabout we ask the boss?" The yellow diesel replied lazily.

"Yeah but where would he be?"

"M-Maybe he's busy?"

"I'm right here, ya morons!"

The two yelped as the warship suddenly came in, snapping his claw impatiently, the ominous red glow of the building only enhancing his looks "O-Oh! Boss, we didn't hear ya come in! Heheheh..." Dodge anxiously smiled, Splatter frantically agreed.

"QUIET!" Diesel 10 yelled. The two shunters immediately shut up. The warship took a deep breath "Now...I'm glad you've shown up, Splodge"

"Actually, it's Splatter" the purple shunter said meekly.

"A-And Dodge" the yellow one chimed in. Diesel 10 rolled his eyes "I ain't got time to say both names! I'm lookin' for a steam engine!" He said.

"O-Oh that's easy!"

"Yeah, they're everywhere!"

"Not the one I want. She and her driver escaped me once before, and as long as she's still alive, so are the others..." D10 clarified, a dark grin spread across his face, the lights flickering "...but if she can be destroyed..."

Splatter and Dodge gulped, exchanging glances "D-Destroyed???" "Did you say destroyed? Like...killed??"

"Yeah, 'destroyed''. Something wrong, fellas?" Diesel 10 asked, narrowing his eyes at them.

Splatter disagreed "Oh, nothing! It's just...uhhh...one small problem there, boss..." "...M-Mr Conductor won't allow that" Dodge finished nervously.

"I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!" The warship suddenly snapped "Twinkletoes doesn't tell ME what to do! I'll just kill him as well, WITH PINCHY!!" He rose his claw, Pinchy up to the air and snapped it menacingly, laughing evilly as he did it. But suddenly, the claw ended up swinging down and bonking him on the forehead.

"GAH! Pinchy, I hate it when ya do that..." D10 whimpered. The shunters burst out with giggles as they watched the bigger diesel try to move the claw away from his face.

Once he did, he coughed out of embarrassment "Ahem! Uh...sorry about that, gentlemen. Now...where were we...?"

"Y-You were saying how you can do whatever you want?"

"I–I knew that, dummy! As I said, I can do whatever I want! That means I can take over this whole railway if I wanted, maybe even the whole island!" Diesel 10 proclaimed. His eyes then wandered up to where his driver would be through the window, which was currently empty.

"But...I'll need human help. My old driver is currently stuck at some faraway country. But last week I got word that he's findin' a way here, and when he does...the REAL fun will begin! HAHAHAHAHA!!" He cackled. Splatter and Dodge slowly joined in, laughing with him. But they were oblivious about the reason.

"Heheheheh...u-uh, why are we laughing?"

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Good evening, Dr. Reames I wanted to ask you something, a long time ago I read that during the XIX century there was a lot of discussion about the veracity of the figure of Alexander, like: Did he really exist or is he a legendary character? What do you think about it? Thank you very much, I love your work very much.

Did Alexander the Great Actually Exist?

Skepticism about historical figures was part of a larger development in the discipline of history: the critical evaluation of our sources.

“Historiography,” or the history of history. Instead of just taking sources at face value, historians began to interrogate them: who wrote it, when, and what was that person’s perspective?

These are just the most basic questions. As time progressed, historiography became ever more refined. I’ve discussed some of these refinements before in my longer posts here. For instance, the difficulty in untangling imperial Roman tropes/themes overlying anecdotes about Alexander. We work for awareness of layering, narrative context, big-picture themes….

Yet sometimes the pendulum swings too far, at least IMO. Scholarly trends can get out of hand. Shiny new toys (ideas) are fun, but must be woven into the larger scholarly conversation, not suck all the air out of the room. History has fads just like anything else—including undue skepticism. Some things I warn my own students about:

Smoke does not always equal fire. That is, don’t assume the negative report is true over a neutral or positive one; especially the latter can be denigrated as whitewashing. Fact is, people love dirt and lie about or exaggerate bad things just as much as they polish up events or a person’s image.

Things can be exaggerated rather than invented out of whole cloth. Without solid evidence to support pure invention, I’ll tend to assume exaggeration. Layers of “truth” exist. It gets tricky.

Back to historiographic development….

The Enlightenment led to the questioning of much received truth. That’s the era of Darwin, of historical Biblical criticism, Reason over Faith, the birth of archaeology, etc. As part of the critical evaluation of ancient sources, scholars began to doubt the existence of heroes such as Agamemnon, Achilles, Theseus, and events too, such as the Trojan War. In fact, all events in Greek myth/history before 776 BCE—the date of the first Olympics—were regarded as fictional. As archaeology took over Egypt, Mesopotamia, the Levant, and Italy, Greece was fighting for freedom from Ottoman control, archaeology new there—bronze-age Greece yet uncovered.

In any case, as part of the new en vogue skepticism, some scholars questioned not only heroes and myths, but historical figures too, especially those further back in time. Did Solon exist? Cyrus? Croesus? Or even … Jesus? (Radical!)

Proposing Alexander as mythical falls into that same hyper-skeptical period. The fact all our biographies were written so long after he lived made it easier to hypothesize he was a myth!

Yet recall… archaeology was new, epigraphy (study of stone inscriptions) just starting. A lot of information we have now simply didn’t exist at that time.

Today, trying to argue that Alexander wasn’t real is ridiculous. We have coins minted in his reign, epigraphical evidence from his own day naming him, oodles and oodles of images, archaeological evidence from Macedonia itself, etc. There’s no question Alexander of Macedon existed, and he conquered a hella lot of his known world. The basic outlines of his campaign are documented in hard evidence.

We can, however, (and should!) question many of the stories and anecdotes about his campaign. Even the outlines of some battles. Two mutually-exclusive versions of the Battle of Granikos exist. Some famous events probably didn’t happen at all (the whole proskynesis affair). Others didn’t happen as they’re told. After all, we have competing stories in the original sources themselves—take the Gordion Knot episode. That’s where we apply our critical historiographic eye now.

But to return to our story of burgeoning historiography in the 19th and early 20th centuries….

In 1870, Heinrich Schliemann began to dig at Troy, which opened up the Greek bronze age and put a hard skid on the “it’s all fiction” trend. Now, that shithead Schliemann did boatloads of damage and has earned his rep as a lying little Colonialist weasel who’s roundly cursed by most modern archaeologists. But you gotta give him that small sliver: he reversed the trend that regarded Greek myth as entirely false.

Then the pendulum swung the other way. If the Trojan War had really happened, was myth just barnacle-encrusted history? That notion wasn’t so different from what the ancients had believed about their own myths, in fact.

Many historians sought to “purify” myth: find the truth behind it. The trend remained popular well into the 20th century in both academic history as well as historical fiction (see Mary Renault’s The King Must Die and Bull from the Sea). It also encouraged periodic “searches” for mythical places. The seemingly never-ending “Search for Atlantis” is the most obvious example. (Newsflash: Plato made that shit up. It’s a philosophical metaphor, y’all.)

Today, most professional historians regard Greek heroes as fictional. Instead, we trace how myths and heroes morphed over time and across cultures. So, Greek Herakles translated into Etruscan Hercle, then into Roman Hercules, plus Greek Herakles’s probable antecedent in ancient near eastern myths of Gilgamesh, Marduk, Sampson, Melquart, etc.

We’re also interested in how myths/legends embed reality at the edges to make them realistic to their hearers. It’s not barnacle-encrusted history but may still convey reality…much as fiction does today. If you watch a TV show about, say, hospital emergency rooms, most people don’t assume the characters are actual doctors or the events real except in broad brushstrokes. Yet we do rate such shows for how well they approximate ER experience. World build. That’s how modern historians and Classicists tend to approach myths today.

Myths are the stories a culture tells itself about itself.

What a culture valued, emulated, and how it wanted to think about itself can be found in myths.

These are the same things reception studies consider, btw. They’re less about what actually happened in history, than what people later wanted to believe happened. That’s as interesting a question (to my mind) as the truth of the event itself.

So perhaps all those fads in history tell us as much about the historians who purvey them as what they were uncovering. 😉

#historiography #Alexander the Great #classics #tagamemnon #asks #birth of archaeology #myth as history #purpose of myth #skepticism in historical thought #did Alexander the Great exist?#ancient Greece #Greek history

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AN: Inspired by the Hyperrealism TTT episodes and my love for drunk Hoshi. I have a longer Vernon fic that I've been working on for some time now (it's probably my longest fic yet lol). However, I don't want there to be no Seventeen fics on my blog, so I've decided to go through my drafts and work on other (ideally shorter) ones in the meantime. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your boyfriend has one too many drinks on a night out. However, he disagrees.

Heads up: Kwon Soonyoung x Fem! Reader, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, fluff, Hoshi being a big baby and wanting kisses, Reader relents but it doesn't go beyond that and some suggestiveness.

Word count: 544

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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"I'm fine," Soonyoung argues as you drag him towards your front door, trying your best to keep the very tipsy man on his feet.

"Soonyoung, you can barely stand," you respond dryly, thanking whatever deity is looking out for you tonight when you manage to open your front door with little fanfare. Pulling a pouty Soonyoung in behind you.

"I can stand just fine!" He argues back, a cute flush colouring his cheeks as he puffs them out in protest. You just stare at him, hoping you don't look too smug when he wobbles slightly on his feet.

"That doesn't prove anything," he retorts, the flush on his face darkening. "Sure, it doesn't. Anyways, let's get some water in you and get you to bed. It's been a long night," you say, heading to the kitchen, grabbing a glass for him and yourself. You could use some water right now too, honestly, despite not going nearly as hard as Soonyoung had.

He startles you when his arms come to wrap around your waist. Nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a few uncoordinated kisses there. "Don't wanna go to bed. Not tired," he mutters.

"Soonyoung," you chastise without much sterness, allowing yourself to melt into him for a moment.

"Well, we could go to bed," he muses against your skin, squeezing you a little tighter and pressing himself closer to you.

"Nope. None of that. You're drunk, and I'm tired," you retort, wiggling your way out of your boyfriend's grasp. You push down the urge to kiss him because of his cute, little pout and hand him his glass. "Now, drink," you say watching him intently.

"Will you give me a kiss if I do?"

"Soonyoung."

"Please? Just one,"

You really need to work on your resolve when it comes to him. You can't allow yourself to crumble so easily all the time.

"Okay," you say finally. A bemused smile spreading across your face as you watch him essentially chug the glass in seconds. He's so ridiculous.

"Done. Now, I was promised kisses?"

"You were promised a kiss," you correct without any bite to your voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a soft peck to his lips as you toy with his hair.

"That was barely a kiss," he whines, his hands resting dangerously close to your ass.

"It was enough of a kiss," you retort, kissing his cheek. Before your very convincing and attractive boyfriend can weasel any more kisses out of you, you manoeuvre your way out of his hold to grab a jug of water.

"No, it wasn't," he complains, but you can tell he's getting just as tired as you are. That makes your job here significantly easier.

"Let's go to bed, Soonyoung. Maybe I'll give you more kisses then," you respond with a soft smile when he yawns. The sheer brightness of his smile in response causes affection to bubble up inside of you.

"Okay," is all the warning you receive before he grabs your unoccupied hand and drags you down the hall to your bedroom. You almost spill some water in the process and the lights in the kitchen are still on, but you don't have the heart to be genuinely annoyed by him.

#kwon soonyoung fluff #soonyoung fluff #hoshi fluff #seventeen fluff

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‘The Target’ - Chapter 1

Crosshair x Fem OC

Wordcount: 1.6 k

They were once again on one of those half illegal, also secret missions for the senate. This time it was risky, because the republic didn’t want to bicker with any legions, especially not in the war. That’s why the send the Bad Batch. A group of clones with desirable mutations, they had made themselves a name under the other clones as the Clone Force 99. With their leader Hunter, the everything-knowing Tech, the huge Wrecker, the sniper Crosshair and their newest member, Echo. But on this very mission they had to pretend to be some rogue bounty hunters. Sometimes it came in handy, that they didn’t look like the regular clones.

The five men landed and everything out of Hunters and Echos plan went smoothly and they had successfully found the golden orb they were told to. So when the Marauder landed in the targeted city, right by the large temple, all of them followed their usual routines. Tech was arguing with Wrecker about something, Crosshair was cleaning his rifle, Echo and Hunter were looking on a new and surprising information, that just got to them.

„This is a complete stealth mission, you won’t be needing this“ Echo commented, eying Crosshair’s rifle.

„Like in our last stealth mission?“ he asked rhetorically, reminding him of the escalation on Delta Gus. Echo swallowed and just nodded, before he turned back to Hunter.

„Men, it seems like there are some changes to our mission“ Hunter spoke up and got all heads to turn. „It seems like this will be a mission under extreme secrecy…“

„Thats why this information comes this late?“ Tech commented.

„Not really…it seems like they just got the targets location, due to our arrival“ Hunter explained.

„Probably some kind of signal“ Tech tried to figure out and mumbled more to himself, than the group.

„Target?“ Crosshair asked with a slick smirk and shouldered his beloved rifle.

„A target to rescue“ Hunter corrected, making the smirk disappear. And even got Wrecker annoyed punching the wall.

„It has been ages since I got to blow something up!“ He almost whined.

„Yesterday?“ Echo asked with a risen eyebrow, causing Wrecker to sigh annoyed.

„Guys, this is top priority and has any mission of ours ever been boring?“ Hunter said to lighten the mood. „A mission is a mission.“

We continued preparing and prepped the guns, you never knew what might happen. Crosshair rolled his eyes at the thought of it being some of these slick, arrogant politicians. Ugh. Or worse, royalty. Almost like the king, that ruled over this city. Disgusting, fat, greasy bastard.

„They send me the targets location so it’ll hopefully be easy to find them. They’re probably being held hostage in some kind of cell, so we’ll need to find our way down in the temple. Rather try distraction, than fight. We go in, find the target, distract them and continue with the original mission of giving him the orb-“

Hunters explanation got interrupted by Wrecker. „We’re gonna give them the orb? It took us days to get it.“

Hunter nodded. „The senate said the king would want it and we could sell it to him, maybe we can even make a deal, but if this is a valuable person, he will probably know their worth and won’t let him go so easily.“

„Tech open the temples map“ Hunter ordered and Tech followed. The hologram layout of the kings temple appeared in front of them. Hunter shared the targets location, leaving them surprised.

„The target is…in the throne room“ Echos spoke everybodies thoughts out loud.

„Just makes it easier for us“ Wrecker exclaimed and smashed his fists together.

„Alright.“ Hunter spoke again. „Maybe it's easier or we’re walking into a trap. Everybody ready?“ As an answer everybody put on their helmets and secured the guns to our armor. Hunter took the bag with the orb in it and I let out a small sigh and they walked out of our ship onto the landing platform.

„We have something of interest for the king“ Hunter explained the guards in front of the large doors. Before they could ask further questions he gave them a glimpse of the orb and added „you understand?“

The guards exchanged a quick look and opened the gates. One of them leading the way into the throne room. He was walking a few steps ahead, so Tech could easily glance at his arm data pad with the targets location unnoticeably.

The clones entered the large throne room and Wrecker gasped loudly by the elegant and extravagant architecture. The Bad Batch couldn’t stop themselves letting the gaze wander over all the beautiful details. „Right next to the throne“ Tech whispered to Hunter and he nodded. They continued following the guard until he took a step aside revealing the actual throne.

„Welcome!“ The king spoke loudly and opened his arms. He looked disgusting, even in the elegant and expensive looking clothes he was dressed in. Next to the throne two female slaves, a twilek and a human. Without being able to resist Crosshair’s eyes stayed on the red haired human. She was beautiful, she only dared a quick glance at the guests, before she hid her pretty face behind her red hair again. She clearly had been beaten up. Bruises and blue dots were marking her mostly naked body. She was wearing a gold-green bra and a skirt, or more, two pieces of fabric that covered only front and back, leaving her side completely open, only being held together by a small golden belt. Something in her eyes seemed more angry than scared. He was mesmerized by her and something in him didn’t want to leave her here.

The Batch shared a confused glance after looking at the slaves next to the throne. Hunter quickly collected himself again and greeted the king back. „Your highness… we found something, that we heard would be of your interest…“ he began and took his helmet off to signal the king they came in peace. „We’d hope this will bring us a fair price…“ And with that he took the orb out of the brown bag.

The king rose up from his throne, surprised to see the golden object. Tech now walked up next to Hunter and showed him the targets location unnoticeably. Wrecker and Crosshair guarded the sides and Echo the back. „And what do you wish for as a fair price?“ The king slowly asked. „Credits… or something of other nature…?“ He added with a disgusting smirk, following Hunters glance at the beautiful human slave.

The girl looked up at the king with a disgusted and angry face. He walked up to her and roughly grabbed her chin, she tried to shake him off, but quickly stopped and turned her head back down, accepting her fate. „She is of no use for me anymore, almost dangerous keeping her…“ he laughed „…if you know what I mean. Not trained or well behaved and the other girls are better at following orders…I don’t have time for that kind of behavior“ he explained letting go of her.

„How much?“ Hunter asked, clearly feeling unwell by trading a human being. „Hm…I’m feeling generous today. I will give you 30,000 Credits and the rogue on top…Maybe you five though man will teach her some manners“ he said and laughed disgustingly.

The batch shared an even more confused look, that everything seemed to go perfectly for them. The king freed the red haired girl and pushed her onto the stone floor. Making her land right in front of Crosshair’s feet.

„Good luck with her“ the king added with a pleased smile and collected the orb out of Hunters hand and placed a bag with credits into it. The clone leader was still confused about everything that was going on and took a glance at the map, only to confirm the target was the beautiful girl to Crosshair’s feet.

He nodded towards Crosshair to signal him, that she indeed was their target. Crosshair held his arm out for her to take, but she just glanced at it and then into his visor covered eyes, not having any sign of trust in hers. Out of the blue and with a quick movement, even too fast for the sniper, she lifted herself up with his hand, but rushed her feet into his stomach making him fly a few meters, while she landed on her bare feet.

Everyone except the king seemed surprised by that. A human man appeared behind the king, probably his assistant and pointed a gun at her.

„For your own good, we’ll give you one of the others. She just means trouble.“ The man said ready to shoot, but Crosshair was quicker. Right after he finished his sentence a bullet rushed through his head. Then everything escalated. The girl seemed angry about the death of the man and angrily ran up to Crosshair, but Hunter fired a stun shot at her before she could reach crosshair. Only to make her collapse onto the sniper, making both of them to fall onto the ground. Wrecker let out a small laugh and Crosshair grunted angrily and pushed her off of him, before he picked up her body to carry her.

The bad batch fired their way out of the temple, only leaving the scared king and his slaves behind alive. They quickly made their way back to the marauder and Tech started the engine, while Crosshair dumped her into his bed, not knowing where else to place her. And so the Marauder disappeared into the sky.

Chapter 2:

#tbb crosshair #crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x oc #the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #tbb #star wars #clone force 99 #clone x reader

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The Apollo Cabin

This is my best reckoning of the numbers for the Apollo Cabin - and a little theory of mine regarding it.

In The Lightning Thief, Percy mentions that the Hermes cabin has about twenty kids - this is considered a large cabin. And the Apollo cabin is noted to have comparable numbers. They are considered a "large" cabin on par with Hermes. At the same time, the Ares cabin has a dozen kids, and isn't considered to be a large cabin (more like a mid-sized one, along with the Athena cabin).

So we can assume that in 2006 (the year of TLT) the Apollo cabin had about twenty members.

Now, demigods typically attend camp between the ages of 12 - 17.

Some stay longer, for example, in TLO it's said that most of the cabin councillors are college age. On the flip side, the camp also has younger demigods attend - such as Harley and Annabeth. But for the sake of numbers, these guys are outliers. Assuming there are a couple in this category at any given time, we'll make it so the usual number of Apollo kids at camp is eighteen.

Why eighteen? It makes the math easier. Because it means that, on average, there are three Apollo kids in each age bracket. As three graduate from the camp, three more will arrive to replace them. And so on.

And this actually checks out with the current members:

Aged 13* in 2011: Gracie, Jerry, and Yan. These three would have arrived at camp in 2010, the year of Heroes of Olympus. After August 1, any Apollo kids that showed up to camp would be considered "unclaimed" since Apollo isn't around to claim them.

Aged 14* in 2011: Austin and Kayla. These two were at camp by 2009, the year of The Last Olympian. While there’s only two of them, I did say the average was three. So a year with just two it's that odd.

Age 15 in 2011: Will Solace. The oldest of the cabin, Will has been at camp the longest and has the most experience after the death of Michael (and two other unnamed siblings).

* These are presumed ages, and depending on when their birthday is this could vary. It does work out that they all likely arrived at the age of 12 though.

Numbers in The Battle of the Labyrinth & The Last Olympian

In the TLO, Percy mentions that 40 campers show up to fight Kronos’ army. This includes almost all the cabins, including seven members from the Aphrodite cabin (Percy is kissed on the cheek by six Aphrodite girls, not including Silena), probably a dozen Hermes kids (there’s enough to split into two teams), plus members from the other cabins like Hephaestus, Demeter, and Dionysus.

All this to say, the Apollo cabin definitely isn’t fielding twenty fighters anymore. I would argue they down to six (maybe seven).

Why? Well, earlier in the book Michael Yew and Clarisse get into an argument over a chariot. Percy says that “some” Apollo kids attack the Ares campers. The word some usually means four (or five).

Because he doesn’t mention Michael Yew being with them, I believe the councillor himself isn’t part of that number.

I also don’t think Will Solace is among them either for three reasons. 1) he’s the main healer. 2) he’s probably friends with Clarisse. 3) he’s not a good archer and the kids that are mentioned are wielding bows.

But it’s definitely possible that Kayla and Austin are among that “some” number. This puts their total at a neat six.

This is important, because in the battle against Kronos the Apollo cabin is noted to lose three members (Michael Yew via the bridge, Unnamed #1 by a hellhound, Unnamed #2 died from their injuries on Olympus). And that leaves us with the three remaining Apollo cabin kids – Will Solace the oldest among them.

(P.S. even in The Battle of the Labyrinth Lee Fletcher doesn’t seem to be leading many Apollo kids either. He’s mentioned to have a “couple” archers with him when he goes after an Aethiopian drakon, for example. If there's only like eight members by then, it makes sense why it was hard to bring more.)

So what happened to the missing kids?

The Apollo cabin is missing a dozen members!

These members would have been contemporaries to Will and Michael. Those that would have been Aged 14 – 17 in 2010 (the year Jerry, Gracie & Yan arrive + the year Will is confirmed cabin councillor, if he had any older siblings who later left for college, they’d have been councillor in this year).

So where did they go?

Option 1) they all died. The Titan War had its casualties. Lee Fletcher dies in 2008. We know that the Apollo cabin joined the Ares cabin on a raid – the raid where they won the chariot – and there could have been a death or two there. However, it feels unlikely that the cabin would have sixteen deaths during the war and it not to be noted anywhere. So while I think some of them did end up in the Underworld, I don’t think it explains everything.

Option 2) many were traitors. Luke won many demigods over to his cause. Much like the Hermes cabin, the Apollo cabin would have been full to the bursting. Not only would that have made them more likely to be discontent – targeting them would be good strategy. The Apollo kids are useful on the battlefield and off it. They were a sizable force unto themselves.

But if they were traitors, why didn’t some of them come back?

We know that the demigods who joined Luke were officially forgiven and invited back to camp. While those demigods aren’t ever explicitly mentioned – characters such as Mitchell from the Aphrodite cabin or Damien White (child of Nemesis) would well be among them. Camp Half Blood is certainly has way more than forty campers the following year against the Romans. Yet – no such older, possible traitor, characters are mentioned as part of the Apollo cabin in TON.

So, finally, my theory: Apollo didn’t allow them back.

The thing about Apollo is that he wasn’t very forgiving of his children when they make these kinds of “mistakes”.

We know about Trophonius, who used his talents to steal from a king, Apollo refused to save him and Trophonius eventually became the Dark Oracle.

Then we have Halcyon, who saved a girl’s life against the will of the gods. Apollo cursed and imprisoned him.

Finally, Octavian (who’s an honorary child of Apollo), seemingly betrayed Apollo – and even by the end of Trials, there is no forgiveness for him.

Apollo loves his kids. But when they turn against him? I don’t think he was inclined to offer them a second chance. So even if those kids tried to return to Camp Half-Blood, it’s very possible that they simply just weren’t allowed back.

#apollo cabin #riordanverse theories #rick riordan analysis #cabin 7 #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #I feel like this is the most likely option #and might so explain why Apollo got on Zeus' bad side #(at least recently - Zeus doesn't really have a good side when it comes to Apollo I know)

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Kiss- Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Characters: Robin Buckley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Can i request a robin x reader where the reader is nancy and mikes sister and they walk in on robin and her cuddling and about to kiss and mike being mike and also protective nancy? Maybe their mom being happy

Word Count: 638

Author: Charlotte

It was hard being a Wheeler. Your parents seemed to just co-exist in the home, but you couldn’t remember them showing any sign of love or care for the other. They loved you and your siblings, but that didn’t mean it was the happiest of households. Your older sister, Nancy, was perfect. She was smart and ambitious, gorgeous and well-loved, and she created a very large shadow for you to dwell in. If you had heard a comparison between the two of you once, you had heard it a thousand times, the one-year age difference, leaving the two of you constantly compared without you ever winning the competition. Your younger brother, Mike, didn’t make things any easier. He was a handful at best, constantly up to something or just causing trouble for you. Your youngest sibling Holly was too young to be a problem yet, although you weren’t the biggest fan of babysitting duty.

You did your best to get distracted from your family in your friendship with Robin. The two of you had met when you started high school, being in the year below him, but you got along instantly. Your friendship grew and grew until you both admitted that you liked one another, also admitting your sexualities to one another. You didn’t want to rush things, still appreciative of your friendship, but you made the most of cuddling and having the line of friendship and relationship blurred.

The two of you were in your room, curled up on your bed together. You had been talking about band and what you needed to work on before the next day when you noticed her eyes glancing down to your lips. You had wanted to kiss her for so long and now seemed perfect. Falling silent, you could feel yourself leaning in towards her, Robin following suit until your lips barely touched each other’s.

“Shit!” You heard a scream from the doorway.

You jumped back from Robin, scrambling to stay on the bed, noticing two of your siblings stood in the door, your older sister, thumping her fist against the chest of your younger brother.

“Get out!” You demanded, throwing a cushion towards the door.

If it had been a boy that you had been kissing, you probably would have reacted the same, but due to the taboo of being a lesbian, you felt far more nervous and scared from your siblings walking in on you.

“What’s going on?” Nancy frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I think they were kissing,” Mike muttered, gaining another hit.

“I mean, are you two together?” Nancy questioned. “Are you like dating, or just hooking up?”

You could feel your face becoming very hot as you looked towards Robin out of the corner of your eye. This wasn’t a question that you ever wanted to have to answer from your sister.

“I- I don’t…” You mumbled, not wanting to completely mess up with the wrong answer.

“We’re friends,” Robin stated. “But we think we might be more than friends, but we haven’t labelled it or really explored it much yet.”

Nancy narrowed her eyes at the two of you, trying to see if Robin was lying. Although she never wanted to walk in on you kissing someone, rather preferring the idea that you’d have no romantic connection, she’d rather it be a happy relationship and at least if it was with a woman she didn’t have to worry about pregnancy.

“You aren’t going to tell mum, are you?” You whispered. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry,” Nancy frowned. “Your secret is safe with us, isn’t it Mike?”

Your brother went to argue but the glare that all three women in the room gave him, he learnt quickly that it was smart to just agree and never mention this moment to anyone else.

#Kiss #Anon #Request #Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley Imagine #Robin Buckley One Shot #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Imagine #Stranger Things One Shot #Charlotte

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wonyvcts · 1 year

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LABYRINTH

-- hwang hyunjin fanfic. (lots of angst, arranged marriage, lots of swearing and mention of sensitive topics)

all scenes in here is pure fictional and based on my imagination. this does not relate to any idols personalities and behaviour. reader will be playing as hwang hana.

thank you for tapping in on this post and happy reading!

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chapter 1

"Mom! I don't want to get married, please!" I yelled at her as i threw a pillow at her. She had just announced that I will be getting married to someone the moment I stepped into the house.

She really did knew how to piss me off.

My parents divorced when I was little, probably when I was in elementary school, i guessed. Growing up, I did not have any fond memories of family time and moments. The only memories I have was seeing my parents lock their room door and argue so loud that our family were once reported for public nuisance from the neighbourhood residents. I try not to remember those times, it was for my own good anyways.

"Hana, please. Think about the benefits our company will be getting! Think about us!" She explained as I rolled my eyes and thought "Think about you, you mean." My Mom and My Dad both found their partners fast after their divorce. Mom fought custody over me and I meet my Dad weekly for dinner. I'm glad they are both well- off and doing well- well, it benefits me.

I walked away and closed my room door shut. My mom always placed me on blind dates with random men whose family are on the higher ends. However, all of them didn't go well. obviously. But she went too far this time. Marriage? I did not want to get married at my about-to-be-adult age. I'm only in high school for gods sake. God I haven't even gotten my first kiss yet. I sighed and grabbed my towel and head off to the showers.

Somehow or somewhere along the lines, I found myself in the car with my mom driving me to a restaurant to meet with my about-to-be groom. After much persuasion and negotiation, she promised me if I really didn't liked the guy, we did not have to get married instantly. She also said that we can take it slow and I would be able to gain some dating experience too. Furthermore, she also said the guy was a senior from my school, therefore it will be much easier to relate. Hwang Hyunjin. Apparently. I kinda knew who he was since he was in every girl's crush list. He's definitely good looking I must say and he's also in the dance team as one of the higher-ups. Definitely one of a kind. I thought. I mean I can just turn down the invitation whenever I want and it doesn't hurt gaining some kind of knowledge into the dating life.

"Okay, here we are. Uncle (Mom's Boyfriend) is here waiting for us inside. " My mom said as she parked her car into the slot. "Remember to respect and have manners when greeting them. Try to talk to him and interact. Don't be rude." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, this will be my first and last time meeting him anyways." I said as I pushed open the car door and made my way to the grand lobby. My mom sighed as she got out of the car and followed.

"Hello, you must be Jeon Jiho (Mom's boyfriend name) and Seo Minji (Mom's name) and this is...your daughter Hwang Hana, am I right?" a woman, who was around her late 50s asked. "Yes, This must be Hwang Hyunjin then?" She asked as she pointed to a young man whose hair was dark and had a mullet. They nodded. He did looked handsome. I've never really noticed him in school but woah he looked like a prince under the dim light. He bowed at me as my mom hit me slightly and I got caught back into reality. I bowed "Nice to meet you, Hyunjin."

As we ate, our parents exchanged conversations about their companies and future plans. I was uncomfortable, definitely. I'm sure Hyunjin was too. We both sat in silence as we munched on the probably expensive steak and mushrooms. Awkward...

"You're Hwang Hyunjin from Year 3 right?" I broke the silence. I couldn't take it anymore, i guess we get to know each other since we were here anyways. "Yup." He nodded as he looked up and locked eyes with me. "And You're Hwang Hana from Year 1?" It was my turn to nod. We exchanged a few things about each other and that how I knew him from the dance team and how i majored in contemporary dance instead of hip-hop and that must be the reason why we don't see each other that often.

He was a nice guy, i guess. He was super intimidating and cold though. However, I reminded myself to not eye candy him at all as he's probably one of those play-boys whose parents have no idea what the fuck is going on. And probably thats why he's on a date with me. Actually, I knew that he had a girlfriend. I just didn't want to speak up at the table as his parents probably did not know about it and this would only embarrass him further.

When dinner ended, both our parents convinced both of us to walked through a garden route near the restaurant while they grabbed coffee at a café nearby. We walked in silence as I let the cold wind blew my face.

"You have a girlfriend right? Her name's Kim Sohyun from Year 3 or something." I asked suddenly. It just suddenly came into my mind okay and I did not know why my mind thought it was a good idea to speak up about it. He looked at me in shock and looked around before telling me to lower down my voice. "Even you know about it..." I scoffed and answered "Your name is in everybody's mouth, literally." He sighed and replied "Please don't tell your mom about it."

"Why not? I think this is a great opportunity for us to have a reason to break off this marriage immediately." I stopped in my tracks, facing him completely now. "My parents will probably break me and sohyun up. Please don't. You know how important this is for both our families."

"So you want to indirectly cheat on sohyun? wow, hyunjin I know that you're a playboy but you're really a jerk." I laughed sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I meant. I love sohyun okay. I'll just find another way to call off this marriage." Hyunjin replied.

"Oh you better do." I replied and continued walking. The next 10 minutes felt like hours as our parents fetched us and we exchanged goodbyes and called it a day.

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The next day, I was rummaging through my locker for my books and test papers. The first period was chemistry, something I really dreaded a lot.

"Hana!" the familiar voice of my friend, Kang Yesol rang out through the hallways. She ran over as she handed me my favourite instant café latte bought from the vending machine. Mouthing her a "thanks" , i ripped open the plastic straw and poked it into the cup.

"I have a favour to ask." She said as she looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Oh is that why you tried to bribe me with latte?" I replied.

"Well..yes....BUT Jisung is hosting a party tonight and I know you already attended three parties with me this month but can you please attend this one?" She asked as she placed both of her hands together.

"Yesol..we agreed to go three parties this month. Why can't you go by yourself?" I asked her as I continued finding for test papers needed for today's classes.

"Oh come on! I have a lot of guy friends who want me to introduce you to them! And also, you can finally perhaps start your dating life! You've always been rotting at home or studying or only hanging out with our group of circle or probably at some fancy ass restaurant meeting some guy your mom set you up with. And when you join me at parties, you always either hang out at a corner with the class girls." She spoke as she looked at me intently.

Well, she was right in a sense. Part of me also wanted to desperately get a boyfriend for fun so that I would be able to call off the marriage with Hyunjin.

"Sure. Not like I have anything tonight." I finally gave in.

"OMG you're the best. I'll make sure you won't regret your decision." She said excitedly as she hugged me and ran off to her class. I sighed while laughing and closed my locker doors.

"He's so good looking. It not fair how Kim Sohyun gets him and I don't. What does he even see in her."

"Seriously. I want to ask him out."

Turning around, I saw two Year 1 girls. When we made eye contact, they hurried over and one of them asked. "You're Hwang Hana right? Since you're in the dance team can you do me a favour and ask Hyunjin if he wants to go out with me? My name's Ji Yeonjin from Year 1, Class 106." She looked at me with pleading eyes while her other friend exclaimed.

"Me too! Me too! I'm Yoon So e from Year 1, Class 10-"

"I'm sorry girls. He's in hip-hop, i'm from contemporary. We don't see each other during practice. Maybe you can ask someone else who's in hip-hop?" I bowed and walked away as they nodded in dismay. At the near end, I saw Hyunjin and Sohyun walking together. When we walked past each other, I could feel Hyunjin's light gaze on me but we both ignored each other's presence.

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"Hurry up Hana!" Yesol said as she dragged me into Jisung's house. Once we got in, We were squeezed with bunch of seniors and juniors and even high schoolers from other elite schools. I hated it already.

"I've got some friends waiting for me in the lounge room? Do you want to join us?" Yesol asked.

"I'll text you later if I want to join midway. I think i'm just gonna adjust to the surroundings first." I replied as she nodded and smiled "Alright, call me if you need anything. Be safe and have fun!" I nodded and yelled a "be safe" back although she probably did not hear me due to the amount of people in the room.

"Hey Hana! Didn't thought you would be here!" Jisung said as he handed me a bottle of apple cider. "Apple cider, your favourite." I smiled at him and took the apple cider off his hands. "You didn't drugged it, did you?" He laughed and it slowly fade away. "Come on, we've been friends since kindergarten...okay but there are many guys here who might offer drinks to you and spiked them so be careful and don't accept them." He warned.

"I'm not a kid anymore. I know how to take care of myself, don't worry." I replied as I took a large sip of apple cider.

"I know I know, just be careful." He continued. "Alright then, I'll leave you to be. I have a long line of ladies waiting for me. Call me if you need anything babe." He said as he ran off. I looked at him and gave a small laughter as I shaked my head in disgust.

As i scanned the room, I saw Hyunjin and Sohyun at the corner playing shots with a group of their other Year 3 friends. They looked good. I didn't realise I was staring at them for too long until Hyunjin stared back in confusion and I looked away immediately trying to get back into my senses.

After a while of just hanging out at the bar counter and taking a few drinks of beer at the counter and watched a group of high schoolers from another school play cards- well they did invite me to play with them but i rejected them, saying I'll just watch them play instead. It was fun honestly and going to the party was not such a bad idea after all. Not until where the downfall starts.

"What's a girl like you doing all alone?" A sudden tap on my back caused me to jolt up from my seat and turn around to be face to face with a guy. He did not look familiar so I guessed that he was probably some guy from another school.

"Wanna get out of here?" He added. "I know a place where we can have some privacy."

"No thank you." I answered, immediately getting up from my seat because I am not dealing with this bullshit today.

However, this jerk did not took "No" for an answer.

"This bitch-" He said as he grabbed my had harshly. "I'm already giving you face by inviting you to join me and you have the guts to reject? you're fucking ridiculous."

"Oh shut the fuck up. Let go." I said as I tried to pull my hand away however he still grabbed on it harshly. even more harder this time. Of course he was like that. what did i expect. God not this bullshit again. Well, this was definitely not the first time such things happened.

"She said let go. Which part do you not fucking understand?"

Hwang Hyunjin. That voice. That touch. I knew it all too well.

The guy scoffed and said "What? Is this your little solider boyfriend who was probably making out with some other girl earlier?" Hell nah. I was about to beat this little dude up. No way he said that. Just when I was about to speak up, Hyunjin answered in the way I least expected it to be.

"She's in fact my wife. So if you please don't mind, please keep your hands off her. I definitely do not want some filthy guy hands on her." I cringed so hard as I gave him a side eye. I mean- he did chase the guy away.

"HAHAHAHAHA." I started bursting into laughter.

"How are you laughing when you almost got killed?" Hyunjin asked, looking at me like I was some maniac.

"That was funny. You're fucking funny Hwang Hyunjin." I said as I continued to laugh.

"You're drunk." Hyunjin sighed as he turned on his phone to the taxi app. I looked into the reflection on my phone. God my face was flush red. I knew that my face turned red easily when I drink but god I looked wrecked and I didn't even that many drinks- Not that I remember.

"Here. I send you the link for the taxi." Hyunjin said as he took off his leather jacket and placed it on my shoulders. The smell of his rosé cologne aroused through my body as I shivered.

"You okay?" Hyunjin asked as he brought me outside to wait for the taxi. "I'm alright. Go back in. Sohyun is probably waiting for you."

"It's alright." He replied.

When the taxi arrived, Hyunjin opened the passenger seat door and helped me to fasten my seatbelt while he got into the front seat and sat down.

"Hyunjin, what are you doing? Get down." I said, realising that he was going to sent me home. "I'm fine, really. Just get off."

"Shut up Hana. What's your address?" He replied with a cold stare on his face. I shuddered as I said my address to the taxi driver and off we go.

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"Thank you so much for bringing her home Hyunjin. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience we caused you. She can be a real hassle when she's tipsy." My mom said as she got one of our nanny to support me back to my room.

"It's all good Ms Seo. She's just going through it, you know." Hyunjin replied. "I know..oh and do you need someone to drive you back?"

"Oh its alright. I've already contacted my chauffeur. Thank you for the offer." He bowed politely.

"No problem Hyunjin, come around for dinner soon. Good Night."

"Good Night Ms Seo."

to be continued..

#hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin angst #kpop #hwang hyunjin

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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year

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This is part two of my multi chapter human!Seed au. In this chapter, Glen (well, Boy, but you know who he is) meets his parents! It plays out quite differently to the film, but I like to think I’ve kept the spirit of the scene, but they don’t argue about gender, not yet. Instead, they argue about Glen’s name. It may seem quite unrealistic that they realise that Glen is their child so quickly, but I don’t see any other way to write it, it’s easier to write about dolls, I’m discovering. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter :).

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Boy was incredibly nervous. He’d been waiting for this moment his entire life, he was finally going to meet his parents (hopefully). Would they even like him? It would be a difficult adjustment for all of them, especially Girl, his twin despised change of any kind. But Boy was determined to make this work, all he wanted was a normal childhood.

With a big breath in, Boy opened the door. The man he hoped was his father (Chucky, he remembered) was smoking on a small couch. The minute he caught sight of Boy he groaned and stood up.

“Oh for the love of- Tiff, another one got in! Look kid, I’m kinda busy, I don’t know how you got in, we really should lock that door. But I don’t have time to sign any autographs or take any pictures, got it? Where is she- Tiff? Get in here!”

That was a little bit frightening. To Boy‘s dismay, he was already being rejected. A deep sadness sunk to the bottom of of his stomach as he tried not to cry. He was only six years old, he didn’t have the emotional depth or range to process something like this, not at his age.

The woman from the video (Tiff, and hopefully his mother) walked in, rolling her eyes and reading a magazine.

“Chill out, I’m here. What’s wrong?”

It was only at this point that she dropped the magazine and looked down at Boy. All at once, her attitude changed. She gasped and rushed up to Boy, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder and gently taking hold of his chin to get a closer look at him.

“Oh, you poor thing! You can’t be anymore than eight years old! What are you doing here? Where’s your mommy and daddy?”

Boy didn’t speak. He wasn’t quite sure what to say at this point. This woman was so nice to him, and she barely knew him. This was the kindest person that Boy had ever met, nobody had ever gently held him and expressed concern about him. Even if this wasn’t his mother, Boy decided that he would beg her to adopt him and his Twin.

Chucky walked over and awkwardly ruffled Boy’s hair, attempting an awkward smirk.

“Hey sport, I didn’t quite get a proper look at you before, I didn’t realise you were just a baby. You really shouldn’t be alone though, there’s some really bad guys nearby, you should probably go back home.”

Boy finally gathered the courage to speak.

“I don’t have a home.”

Both Chucky and Tiff (that name seemed wrong, but it was the only one Boy had) gasped. Tiff knelt down and pushed Chucky aside, cupping Boy’s face in her hands, looking very worried now.

“You don’t have a home? What sort of parents wouldn’t provide a home for their child? And you’re only little two, I’m so sorry.”

Chucky had walked away by now, and was leaning against a doorway, a quizzical expression on his face.

“Yeah, that’s all very well, but what brought you here of all places? And you’re British? Why is nobody talking about that? This country had a whole revolution to get you guys out of here!”

Tiff stood up and sighed, turning to scold Chucky yet again.

“Chucky, he’s a child, you can’t keep-‘

At this moment, Boy raised his wrist, displaying his birthmark. The adults stopped arguing and stared at him, mouths gaping open. Chucky raised his own arm and looked at his wrist. Then he walked up to Boy and gently held his small, bony wrist in his large hand to compare the birthmarks. Tiff bent down to get a closer look and gasped.

“Oh my god…”

Chucky sat down on the floor and looked up at Tiff in disbelief.

“No, I didn’t, we didn’t…”

Tiff rushed over to Boy and hugged him into her side, beaming with a newfound joy.

“Chucky… remember that night, nine months before we got arrested?”

Chucky frowned, suddenly understanding.

“But Tiff, you would’ve known. Pregnancy is famously something that doesn’t go unnoticed.”

“Well I noticed a bit of bloating, but the pregnancy test I got came back negative. It must have been a fake negative because we have a son.”

There was a moment of silence. Then Boy spoke.

“I saw you both in an interview on the tv, I noticed the birthmark. I climbed into a delivery box and somehow managed to end up in America. Are you my parents?”

Chucky looked down at the floor and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Uh, it would appear so, kid. What’s your name?”

Boy grinned, excited that he finally had a family. But he had no name. Could he make one up? No, he didn’t want to start his new life with lies. He just had to tell the truth.

“I don’t have one. Everyone calls me ‘Boy’.”

The looks he got in return were incredulous. Then his father (father!!!) snorted, trying to hide his laugh.

“What, so you’ve just gone through life with no name? I’m sorry, but- that’s just ridiculous!”

Boy’s mother (he had a mother now) squeezed his shoulder and sighed.

“Chucky, give Maximilian a break. He has a name now, don’t you sweetie?”

Was Maximilian his new name? His father apparently didn’t think so, judging by the cackle he let out.

“Maximilian? Are you shitting me right now? C’mon, you’ve gotta be kidding Tiff. We are not calling my son something stupid like Maximilian.”

So he was nameless again?

“Well what are we gonna call him then?”

“I dunno, maybe Charles Ju-‘

“If you say Charles Junior I’m gonna slap you. I’m not kidding.”

Maximilian wasn’t a bad name, but it didn’t feel right.

“Maybe we could call him… Glen?”

Boy’s mother sighed, glaring at his father.

“Glen?”

“It’s either that or Charles Junior, take your pick Mama Bear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? It’s funny.”

“You call me that and I’ll call you Papa Bear.”

“Oh, I hear it now.”

“Why Glen?”

“If you have to know, it was my grandfather’s name.”

“Oh, great. So now we’re naming our son after some dead old guy you hated anyway.”

“He was a wonderful father to my mother, and she made my promise that I’d name my first son after him-‘

“Didn’t you kill your mother?”

‘You know it was self-defence and that I loved her! I swear, you bring this up every time!”

Boy had to stop this. He hated to see his family arguing, so he needed to intervene.

“I like that name!”

The arguing stopped. Boy (Glen, now)’s father grinned at him.

“Kid has taste.”

Before any more could be said, there was a knock at the door.

“Room service!”

Glen’s mother and father looked over at him, then looked back at each other. Then Glen’s father made a shooing gesture at him, directing him towards a corner.

“Nobody knows you exist kid, go hide, alright?”

His mother nodded, and added her own warning.

“Run, Max!”

There was nearly another argument, but then the door opened. A studio employee came in with a cart of food and beverages. At first things seemed fine, but then Glen’s father discovered a can of beer from a brand that he hated, and he glared at the trembling employee.

“What is this shit?”

The employee stuttered as he tried to speak.

“I-it’s beer. I’m so sorry Mr Ray, but we’ve r-run out of the one you like.”

It was almost like Glen’s dad’s hackles had raised. The situation suddenly seemed very dangerous. His mother slowly crept up behind the employee, and she shared a look with Chucky, nodding and smirking. She pulled something out of her pocket. It gleamed in the light. It looked like… no, it couldn’t be a knife, could it?

“Looks like I can’t drink, doesn’t it pal?”

The employee was close to weeping. He felt trapped, but there was nowhere he could go.

“N-no, you obviously can’t sir. I’m so sorry, I-I’ll get you another can, I’ll go to the store-‘

“Oh no, don’t trouble yourself, I’ll just have to give my other favourite job oh a shot, won’t I?”

“W-what other hobby would that be sir?”

Chucky smirked.

“Sudoku.”

Then he nodded to Tiffany, who slit the man’s neck from behind. At the front, Chucky snapped the man’s neck, grinning when his fingertips came away covered in blood. He licked some off of his fingers as Glen heaved from the corner he was hiding in. He even peed himself a little bit. What was going on?

As the light left the young man’s eyes, he slumped to the ground, dead. Caught up in the moment, Glen’s mother and father embraced, kissing each other passionately. Close to sobbing, the only thing the now stunned Glen could think was:

“They’re stark raving mad!”

#chucky #childs play #seed of chucky #chucky series #human au #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #chiffany #glen ray #glenda ray #horror #fanfiction

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mysticovo · 8 months

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💥Bakugou x Villain Reader Headcanons + Fic 💥

”Can I have bakugou x villain reader” Requested by a friend! This is the second fanfic I’ve wrote so please keep that in mind ( ・∇・)

(Q/n) - quirk name.

(F/s) - fav snack

(V/n) - villain name

(e/c) - eye color

(h/c) - hair color

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You used to be a student at UA. You had Aizawa last year but was expelled because he thought you weren’t good enough. The rest of the class returned that upcoming year but you didn’t. Your parents were heroes, they went to UA. They weren’t anywhere near the top ten , more in the 90s-80s. But they were disappointed in you. You were the first in your class to leave, you were always ranked last. It was a miracle that you had even got in. It was probably due to being a legacy. Everyday after was a constant fight. At some point, you had enough. You weren’t going to deal with their crap anymore. You packed a backpack with some (f/s), clothes and your old hero outfit. If you wanted you could become some sort of vigilante.

After a week on the streets, you had settled in an alley. It was raining. You had your knees to your chest and your head was laying on them. You just wanted to sleep. You heard someone walking but ignored it. Suddenly the raining stoped above you. Someone was holding an umbrella above you. Or two people? Their was a blonde girl with space buns and a taller man wearing a grey and navy bodysuit that covered his face.

“Heyyy, are you ok?” the girl said. I felt like I recognized her.

“What does it look like?” I snapped back.

“Geez just asking, any-wayy what are you doing here? You look at least 16!”

You sighed and got up. You grabbed your bag then started to walk away. That girl was getting annoying. So far the man said nothing, to me at least. As you started to walk away you heard him whisper to the blonde. You heard running behind me but before you could look behind me it went black.

(First person, cuz it’s just a tiny bit easier)

I woke up in a what seemed to be a bar. I was laying down in a booth. Everything hurt. It felt like I was hit with a truck. An eighteen wheeler to be specific. The sounds of arguing slowly entered my ears. I couldn’t really figure out what they were saying but I think it had something to do with me. I sat up and looked at my surroundings, a blue haired man was gesturing at me and looked like he was about to kill a man. I then saw the space buns from that girl in the next booth. Another man sat on a stool listening to the one sided arguments. He had burns on his face and arms. It looked like he also had staples on them.

~Weird fashion choice~ I thought. “Hello?” I said, hoping to catch their attention. The girl with space buns turned around and smiled at me.

“ You’re finally awake!” She exclaimed, “ We’ve been waiting for ages and Mr. Crusty lip can’t stop yelling at us.”

“ Why couldn’t I get away from you?” I pleaded.

“Kay… well I wanted to say that we had a something for you!”

The blue haired man chimed in, “ Your parents are (insert name), right?”

“Yeah why?” I asked.

“ I thought I recognized you. I heard their child was expelled from UA. Is that why you were on the streets?” He answered.

He was really getting on my nerves now.

“Why do you care?” I replied, getting angrier by the second.

“ I just thought that their child would’ve at least made it farther than one term. You didn’t even get your hero license.” He teased, “ No wonder they left you there. I would be ashamed, too.”

I finally had enough and used (Q/n) on him. He dodged out of the way and I hit the wall behind him instead.

“ Just what I thought” He said, “ How would you like to join the League of Villians?”

“What?” I asked, not believing I heard him correctly.

“ Look you can’t be a hero, but you can become a villain. Think of it, maybe you could get revenge on some of your old classmates, teachers and even your parents if you wanted to.” He explained, gesturing as he approached me,” And if you don’t accept the offer, I’m afraid we’ll have to resort to another plan.”

I raked it over in my mind. Die or join the LOV.

“ Fine.” I spat out.

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When you first meet

You’ve been in the league for the last 4 months, already making a name for yourself as (v/n).

They decided that you could come on the attack on the USJ.

You found out that Aizawa’s new class was training there

After the entire fight, you and the others start to retreat. When suddenly you hear a screaming noise out of nowhere. A man that looked like an angry pomeranian was fighting some of the other villains with explosions.

You thought that was an amazing quirk. He kind of reminded you of yourself back in your first year, except you didn’t bully people.

Suddenly he began charging towards you.

”You damn villains!” He yelled while fighting you.

Using your quirk you tried to get him away from you. He tried using his quirk at the same time and suddenly your hair was on fire.

You managed to dodge his entire attack, and quickly tried putting out your burning (h/c) hair.

Every attack he sent your way you dodged it even when you were focused on the flames.

It amazed him that you could do that.

Out of nowhere you were pulled through one of Kurogiri’s portals.

Frenemies

After that interaction you kept fighting him , and he kept fighting you.

It’s like you two were becoming frenemies.

When the dust man convinced you to come to the mall with him, you the explosion man. Through the news and Shiggy you learned his name was Bakugou.

You ended up trying to talk with him. Did it work? Yes. Did he try to kill you? Surprisingly he didn’t. I guess he didn’t want to ruin his weekend.

You ended up sharing your name and just talked about random stuff.

After that day, your fights were more of a training match. Seeing who would win.

He definitely kept score of who won so he could rub it in your face that he was better.

If you aren’t causing to much trouble he probably won’t do much or anything at all.

When he got kidnapped by the league, you just stayed out of it. Only talking to him about how everything was going.

You kind of thought it was cool when his friends broke him out.

After that day you both felt something blossom within you, or explode. ( haha get it, cuz of his quirk)

Crushing/dating

He didn’t realize it until Mina said something.

Everyone thought that he acted weirdly around you. He didn’t treat anyone else like that.

You realized it after talking to Toga and twice. They kind of told you that it wasn’t a normal friendly feeling to have for one of your friends.

After that you kind of went easier on each other or met up at the mall in secret.

You never told each other the plans of your respected sides.

It was like a truce during every meeting.

You had to make a move first. During one of your meetings you gave him a gift bag and then quickly left. It had his favorite candy in it and a love letter.

He didn’t know how to go about it. So he went to the only people who would know. ( the girls obvi)

He didn’t reveal your identity of course. Just said that he had a crush on a friend and they had one on him back.

They had helped him pick a nicer outfit and conjure his own love letter.

He acted like a tsundere when he gave it to you.

While you read it he sort of just stood there looking bored.

After that day you began dating him.

You had cafe dates and didn’t actually try to hurt him. If you did, you’d meet up at a shared spot (rooftop, alleyway, house, etc) and patch him up.

He doesn’t really like pda or affection.

He’s obvi a tsundere, like if he wasn’t what else would he be?

He bring you gifts or do stuff for you but would pretend to not care about it or what you thought of it.

Deep down he really cared about you.

He said I love you first by accident.

You gave him something he’s been wanting for months and it just slipped out.

In the future, you’d probably become a vigilante or something so you could be closer to him. Or even try reapplying to UA.

The end

How was it guys? Sorry if it was super long. I wanted to give some backstory and stuff. Remember my ask box is open and you can also request things in the comments! Till next time, bai!!!!!

#headcanons #my hero academia #mha bakugou #x reader #fanfic #villain x hero #~mystic’s~fanfic~

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spn-rewrites · 2 years

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01x18 (part 3)

Season One Episode Eighteen: Something Wicked This Way Comes

catch up here

AN: hey all, the final part of episode 18 is here! let me know what you think, and as always, my ask box is OPEN! if you wanna be added to the taglist to be notified when the next episode is up, leave a comment!

Word Count: 3.8k

Synopsis: dean breaks down, YN is resentful, and a Shtriga is dead

Your leg bounced up and down anxiously waiting for Dean to come back to the hotel. Sam ran his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. Your palms began to sweat and you were eager. Eager to put this son of a bitch down once and for all.

Dean burst through the door then and you jumped to your feet, rushing over to him. "What happened?" You can only imagine how Dean reacted when he found out Dr. Hydaker was the Shtriga. You bet that vein on the side of his forehead popped out.

"You know, I can't believe we didn't see this before," Sam said before Dean could answer. You glanced back at him. He was right. How did you not see it? "Doctor is the perfect disguise."

"Did you keep it together?" You ignored Sam and asked the other brother, looking up at him. His eyes softened just a little bit and he nodded his head. He was sweating. You could see the drops slowly making their way down his neck.

"Yeah, I kept it together. Of course, I kept it together."

"Not of course you kept it together, remember when you found out the shapeshifter was the bartender in Denver? You tackled him across the bar," you reminded him. Dean chuckled and rubbed his face with his hand.

"Yeah, yeah. That was a bar, I'm not gonna open fire in a pediatrics ward," he said. You let him pass you and he took off his jacket, throwing it on the bed with force.

"You tackled a shapeshifter over a bar?" Sam asked, suddenly intrigued. You went to the bathroom and grabbed a rag from the hotel closet. Probably a pile of unwashed, unused towels that have been sitting there for ages. You ran it under cold water and when Dean turned back around, you handed it to him. He mumbled "thanks" and dabbed the sweat away before throwing the towel down the same way he threw his jacket.

"That's beside the point," Dean grumbled. "It wouldn't have done any good. The thing is basically bulletproof unless he's chowing down on something. And third," he paused, glancing over at you, "I wasn't packing which is probably a good thing because I probably would have burned a clip in him."

You chuckled softly and he shook his head, glaring at you from across the room. You picked up his sweaty towel and threw it in the bathroom with the rest of the used towels from all the showers you three have been taking. You were surprised you didn't call for housekeeping yet so you made a note to do that. Then, you decided that was futile.

"You're getting wise in your old age," you tease. A small smile played on his lips and then it disappeared.

"I think I know how we're gonna get it," he said.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. He was leaning against the kitchenette counter, his muscles popping out of his t-shirt. His eyebrows furrowed and before Dean even spoke, you knew what he was going to say.

"The Shtriga works through siblings, right?"

"No," you interrupted. "No."

Dean snapped his head over to you and you felt your breathing catch in your throat. It wasn't often you two disagreed, or argued, or anything, really. You always went along with what he said because he was usually right, but he couldn't be this time. You couldn't do that.

"You think it's gonna go after Michael tonight?" Sam asked. His eyes danced between you and Dean. Neither of you spoke. The silence filled in the dots for the younger brother, anyway. "We gotta get him out of there," he said.

"That'd blow the whole plan, wouldn't it, Dean?" His name all of a sudden felt like tasted like acid coming out of your mouth.

"You wanna use the kid as bait?" Sam sounded just as appalled as you did, and you were grateful that he had your back. It was easier that way. Dean shrugged and looked at his brother, breaking the eye contact with you. "That's completely out of the question, are you insane? No."

"Sam, it's the only way - if this thing disappears, it could be years before we get another chance." Dean's voice was raising and you were glad it wasn't at you but you felt the need to finish the argument that you started.

"He's a kid, Dean. We can't just dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook," you take a few steps forward, inserting yourself into an argument you'd otherwise run away from. The boys yelling at each other always made you want to hide under the covers and disappear.

"Dad didn't send me here to walk away," Dean said through gritted teeth. His face was turning red and there was that vein.

"Send you here? He didn't send you here. He sent us here," Sam said, gesturing between you three. A team. You were a team. You and the boys. When was Dean going to remember that?

"This isn't about either of you," Dean snapped. He turned away from his brother and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm the one that screwed up. There's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me. This is my fault!"

Your lips parted and your mouth fell agape, watching him walk to the window. Your hand wanted to reach out to him but you stopped yourself. "How is that your fault?" You croaked out, your voice barely above a whisper. Too scared to make him crack.

He didn't speak and Sam signed impatiently. You didn't look at him, but you wanted to send him a glare. Tell him to shut up. "Dean, you've been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt?" Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. "Since when does he let something get away?"

Dean turned around and sat down on the couch and your feet carried you to him. You sat down next to him and put your hand on his shoulder. He didn't immediately brush you away, which was a good sign you thought, so you pushed your luck. "Dean, he's right. You've been acting weird this whole trip. Talk to us," you begged. Talk to me, you thought. You had a pang of resentment for Sam. Dean was never this shut down before Sam came back. You swallowed that feeling and shook it away.

"Fort Douglas, Wisconsin. It was the third night in a crappy room and I was climbing the walls, man. I needed to get some air," Dean started to speak. You could almost feel his heart race speed up as he spoke. "You were sleeping, Sammy, I didn't think - I didn't think that it would come for you. I didn't even know what Dad was hunting, you know? I came back and there it was. I was gonna shoot it, I swear, but Dad came back and he tried to kill it but the thing ran. He just grabbed us and booked after that," he finished.

You always had a soft spot for John Winchester. After all, he did take you in after your mother died. He helped you move past your grief, him and the boys. You knew he was hard on Dean. You always knew that but hearing it made your skin crawl.

"He dropped us off at Pastor Jim's three hours away and by the time he got back to Fort Douglas the thing was gone," Dean added. You squeezed his shoulder and he looked over at you. His eyes were soft and his hand landed on your knee.

"That's not your fault, Dean," you whispered.

He ignored you and kept talking, tears pooling around his eyes. "Dad never spoke about it again. I never asked but he looked at me different, which was worse. You know? Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn't listen, and I almost got you killed."

"You were just a kid," Sam said from where he stood in the kitchen. When you looked at him, his eyebrows were furrowed. You could see it under his hair that always fell in front of his eyes. He was rubbing his palms on his biceps out of stress.

"Don't. Don't," Dean scolded. He didn't look over at his brother. You wondered if he could even bare it. "Dad knew this was unfinished business for me and he sent me here to finish it."

"But using Michael? I don't know, Dean. What if one of us hides under the covers?" Sam suggested. You sighed and leaned back against the couch, letting your hand fall down off Dean's shoulder. Your fingertips brushed down his back and you could have sworn he shivered. He squeezed your knee and you prayed Sam didn't see. You looked up at him and his eyes were focused elsewhere.

"It won't work. It's gotta get close enough to feed. It'll see us," Dean said. He did have a point and you hated that your heart almost agreed with him. You didn't want to, so you pushed it down. "I don't like it, either. But, it's got to be the kid."

"Fine," you agreed. The words felt foreign coming out of your mouth and Sam looked at you like you were crazy. His eyes went from yours to your lips to your eyes again and then to your knee. "He's right, Sam."

"He's right? There's got to be another way," he argued. You shook your head and your leg started to bounce again and Dean pressed his pam into your skin making you stop.

"There isn't," you said.

You decided to leave it up to Dean to convince Michael to help you. It sounded insane if you put yourself in Michael's shoes. Clearly, he thought so, too, because he was holding up the phone in the hotel lobby and threatening to call the police. "You have to believe me, okay?" Dean begged. "This thing came through the window and attacked your brother. I've seen it, I know what it looks like 'cause it attacked my brother once, too." Michael looked between Dean, then Sam, and then you. You nodded your head, hoping it would reassure him, and then he slowly put the phone down.

"This thing - is it like, it has this long black robe?" Michael asked. Your heart jumped. His nose crumbled up in fear.

"You've seen it?" Dean asked, answering his question with his own.

"I thought I was having a nightmare," Michael said, averting his eyes away.

"I'd give anything to not have to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real."

"So why are you telling me?" Michael asked. His eyes were glassed over and you were surprised he was reacting so well. You often think back to when you first learned about the monsters under the bed and you weren't nearly this composed. You remember yelling curse words at a Winchester or two.

"Because we need your help," Dean explained.

"My help?"

"We can kill it, the three of us, it's what we do. But we need your help to do it."

"What? No."

"Michael, listen to me, this thing hurt Asher. It's gonna keep hurting kids unless we stop it. Do you understand me?" Dean reminded you of John at that moment. When he would tell Dean what to do on hunts. Sometimes, you were reminiscent of those times. When John was in charge and you felt like a kid and sometimes, when Dean didn't feel the need to protect everyone and everything, he felt like a kid, too.

In the end, Michael said no to helping you. His face scrunched up and a tear fell down his cheek and he told you to get out and this time, you did.

In the hotel room, you wrapped one of the too-thin sheets around your shoulders and plopped yourself down next to Sam in defeat. He couldn't help but chuckle at Dean, who was rightfully upset that he couldn't convince Michael to help. "What did you expect?" Sam asked. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his chest and you happily settled in. "You can't expect an adult to do something like that, much less a kid."

"He has a point, you know," you tell Dean. He looked between you and Sam and you wanted to push him away from you but you didn't.

"So now you're on his side? Pick on, YN."

You were stunned. You straightened your shoulders and Sam's grip tightened. "There are no sides, Dean. We're a team. Teams don't have sides," you snap. Dean let out a sigh and shook his head, turning away from you.

"You're right. I'm sorry," Dean mumbled just as a knock sounded on the door. Dean stiffened, you could see it in his shoulders, and then he answered the door. You could see the blonde hair on Michael's head peaking out from behind Dean. You stood, Sam's arm falling on the bed and you let the blanket drop. He had changed his mind.

"If you kill this thing, will Asher get better?" Michael asked.

Dean glanced back at you before replying, "honestly, we don't know."

"You said you're a big brother?" Michael asked. Dean nodded his head. "You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?" You felt Sam's hand grip yours and you let him hold it as Dean nodded his head again. "Me too. I'll help."

In the living room of Michael's house, you set up Sam's laptop which was connected to a night vision camera that Dean was installing in the boy's room. Sam sat down next to you, instructing Dean on where exactly to place the camera. You needed to see the window. Michael was tucked in his bed, instructed to stay under the covers and not to move.

"Do you think this is gonna work?" You ask Sam. You can hear Dean giving Michael instructions, telling him about the guns you have strapped in all your jeans. There was John's voice again, coming from Sam's speakers.

"It has to, right?" He replied. You nodded your head and then laid it on Sam's shoulder. You hated this. You felt like it was twisting your insides. The later it got, the worse you felt. 10pm. 11pm. Midnight. It was now 3am and you were starting to question if the Shtriga would even show up and you hoped that Michael was sound asleep.

"You sure these iron rounds are gonna work?" You asked, running your fingertip along the neck of the gun you held in your lap. It was starting to make an indent in your hip, so you took it out. Dean made sure the safety was on before he let you put it on your lap.

"They're consecrated iron rounds," Dean corrected. "And yeah, it's what Dad used last time." His voice was cold and concentrated and when Sam spoke next, his voice was the complete opposite.

"Dean, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You know, I've given you a lot of crap about always following Dad's orders, but I know why you do it," Sam said. Dean groaned and Sam chuckled and you squeezed Sam's hand. It was always about Sam.

The display on the laptop had been the same the entire night, but something moved in the frame that caught Dean's attention, seemingly just in time for the Winchester heart-to-heart. "What is that?" Dean asked, leaning into the screen. You and Sam leaned forward, too. It wasn't the tree branches, although its fingers were thin and gangly like the ones outside of the hotel. As it crept its way to the window sill, you grabbed your gun and the boys grabbed theirs, cocking them. You felt like you had to move as if you were walking on shattered glass. One false move and Dean would be a failure. You couldn't fail. Not for him.

"Now?" Sam asked as the Shtriga loomed over Michael's body. The boy was awake, shaking under the covers. Dean's face was focused and he was waiting for the right moment. He shushed his brother.

"Not yet," he said. The Shtriga needed to be feeding. That was the only way but your intestines twisted once more.

"You guys go, I'll watch the camera, okay? Tell you when," you whispered. Dean nodded, agreeing with your plan and the boys inched off the couch, carefully tip-toeing to the bedroom door. They didn't dare cross the threshold. They didn't dare breathe.

You held onto your gun tightly, watching the camera as if your life depended on it. But it wasn't your life, it was Michael's. It was Asher's. It was all the little kids that may come after if you fail. You focused so hard, so intently, everything around you went black. It felt like you were watching in slow motion. The Shtriga took one step. Two steps. Three steps until its face was inches away from Michael's. Not now. Not now. Not now. It reached for its hood and you waved the boys forward, your feet not far behind.

The guns started going off and you caught a glimpse of Michael rolling under the bed. The shots fired until the Shtriga was on the ground. "Michael, are you okay?" You called when it was quiet.

"Yeah," he called back. A breath you didn't know you were holding, expelled itself from your lungs and your shoulders dropped. You tell him not to move and Dean goes forward to investigate the Shtriga. When it didn't move, his shoulders relaxed.

Something inside you was aching, something was not right. "Dean," you started to tell him but the Shtriga was no longer laying lifeless on the ground, it was going after Dean and you didn't hesitate but to shoot. It barely flinched, throwing Dean across the room and then flying at you and Sam. A scream escaped your lips as Sam threw himself in front of you, the Shtriga wrapping its twig-like fingers around his neck. Sam struggled to reach for his gun and you could've started to shoot. You probably should have started to shoot, but John's voice was in your ears. It has to be feeding, he said. So you waited. You waited until Sam was no longer struggling and the Shtriga was taking his essence and then you called out for it and when it looked up, you shot it right between the eyes.

The Shtriga fell to the ground, for good this time, and you dropped to your knees next to Sam's head. "Are you okay?" You asked. He coughed but gave you a thumbs up anyway and you couldn't help but muster a smile.

"You okay, little brother?" Dean asked as he pushed himself off the floor. Wooden planks from the bookshelf he was tossed into were all around him but he smoothed out his jacket like nothing had happened. You helped Sam up and you smoothed out the pieces of hair that live in front of his eyes and he hugged you. Your whole body shook when Dean put three more bullets into the Shtriga behind your back. "Just for good measure," he said.

Michael peaked his head out from the top of the bed, watching as the three of you tried to catch your breath. "It's ok, Michael. You can come out now," Dean said. The boy stood up and walked over to you but he didn't say anything. There wasn't anything to say. His gratefulness was written on his face.

You wanted to wait until Asher was home, but you knew you couldn't linger for that long. After you got some rest, it was time to pack the Impala. You tried to wash off the night before in the shower, but you ran out of normal towels so you slept in your sweat. At sometime in the night, your sweat and Sam's mixed together and you woke up smelling like sex despite not having any. You didn't have any clothes that didn't smell like him.

As fate would have it, the boys' mom pulled into the parking lot as Dean was finishing packing the car. You were surprised to see Michael dart out the front door, but maybe that meant he actually got some sleep after you left. Dean slept on the couch outside of Michael's room last night, dipping out before the sun reached the highest point in the sky.

"How's Ash?" Michael asked his mom.

"He's going to be fine. They can't explain it, but he's going to be fine," she said, a smile plastered to her face. "It's a miracle."

Dean smiled over at you and Sam and you smiled back. You were happy for him, how could you not be?

"They're gonna keep him overnight for observation and then he can come home," she explained as he smoothed down her son's hair.

"That's great," Dean said.

"How are the other kids doing?" You asked.

"Really good," she replied. "A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis said the ward is going to be like a ghost town." You let out a sigh of relief, Sam squeezing your arm next to you. You smiled up at him and he bumped his shoulder against yours.

"Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Hydaker?" Dean asked.

"He wasn't in today, must have been sick or something," she told you. In the end, he was right there in front of you all along. You wished you could go back and know from the beginning but when it all turns out okay, those are the good days so you tried not to sit with your regrets.

Michael and his mom headed back to the hospital and you turned around to the passenger side of the car, your hand on the handle waiting for Dean to unlock it. "You know, it's too bad," Sam sighed as he followed you.

"They'll be fine," Dean said.

Sam leaned forward, putting his arms on the hood of the car and he looked over it at his brother. "No, Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark. He'll never be the same." Dean hadn't seemed to consider that thought before and maybe it was because this life, the things in the dark, was all he ever knew.

"Sometimes I wish that I didn't know," you admitted. You never said that aloud before, probably because you weren't sure if you meant it or not. The things that went bump in the night were scary. The hotels were uncomfortable. Sitting in the car for too long was hard on your back. But you had the boys. Wasn't that enough?

"You do?" Dean asked, sharpness in his voice. You shrugged and looked down at your old shoes.

"Sometimes I wish I had that innocence. Don't you?" Sam added. You tapped your toe against his but didn't look up.

"I guess if it means anything, sometimes I wish you both could, too." You looked up now. Dean's eyes were tired and his facial expressions were soft, you wanted to reach out to him but he opened the car door and tucked himself inside, and then the feeling was gone.

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