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Aziraphale-Beelzebub Parallels

Aziraphale's Edinburgh Journey: Part 2

I've already written a series on how Crowley and Gabriel act as parallels and foils to each other in S2. Their other halves - their partners - also act as each other's parallels. I mentioned this briefly in the second post in that series, but here we need to expand on this.

We also need to talk about Maggie.

I think most people identify that there is good case for a many parallels between Aziraphale and Maggie as well. But when you consider Aziraphale-Beelzebub-Maggie together in a character triangle, Maggie suddenly starts to make a lot more sense. And I believe there is one more peculiar element thrown in that she is reflecting back to us as well about Aziraphale that has made her particularly hard to understand on top of all that.

But let's look at the Aziraphale-Beelzebub related parallels first.

They hold the highest ranking position

Beezlebub holds the highest ranking position in Hell under Satan, as the Grand Duke. They leave a vacancy at the end of the series, that we are yet to see filled.

For most of S2 the Supreme Archangel is missing - and it is only right at the end that we see Aziraphale step up and accept the offered role.

Two things to mention here:

One might argue that the Metatron is higher in ranking than the Supreme Archangel, but for purposes of this discussion he doesn't seem to have much to do with the day-to-day running of things like the Supreme Archangel would. Gabriel was also the one who appeared on the tarmac at Tadfield Airbase opposite Beelzebub when things weren't going to plan in S1.

Secondly, this is where I would like to start introducing the concept that we are being shown Aziraphale's future story in S2. Such as Aziraphale's future role as Supreme Archangel, however long he holds on to it.

I don't know how difficult it will be to demonstrate this as we go along from here, but I'm going to try and point out places where I think we are being shown glimpses of the future - foreshadowing - and a lot of them come through Maggie. Not all, though, there are exceptions, but we'll discuss them in due course. Such as in the next parallel.

They need words of affirmation

Crowley isn't the most loquacious character but he's not shy of boosting his angel's ego when it's needed. Whether it's encouraging Aziraphale to go big on stage in 1941 or supporting his detective efforts in Edinburgh Crowley is still going to put in a good word or two for Aziraphale's sake.

AZIRAPHALE: [over phone]: I think I've found some clues. And do you remember the statue of Gabriel in the graveyard in Edinburgh? I'm looking at it now. CROWLEY: Mmm, good job. AZIRAPHALE: Oh, do you really think so?

We know Beelzebub needs words of affirmation as well because they ask Demon Josh this:

BEELZEBUB: Do you ever think, wouldn't it just be nice if someone told you what a good job you're doing? DEMON JOSH: In hell? BEELZEBUB: Yeah.

Hang on, just a minute...Demon Josh...?

The demon who appears to be acting as the Personal Assistant/Secretary to the Grand Duke of Hell?

There is an old thread that points out that Greasy Johnson's name is basically another form of Jesus Christ. The TL:DR version is that Joshua aka Oily Josh is another form of Jesus.

So Beelzebub has Demon Jesus as her assistant.

Remember I was trying to tell you we are seeing future echoes of Aziraphale's story in S3 here? Jesus as the right hand of the Supreme Archangel, perhaps?

They give gifts

A S1 crossover, Beelzebub gives Gabriel the Tardis-like fly storage container, and Aziraphale gives Crowley the thermos of holy water in 1967 to stop the crazy caper he was planning to steal some. Both acts were done unprompted at the time.

They enjoy music

We've seen Aziraphale with his phonograph in action several times, and in S2E1 we see him in the midst of listening to the Shostakovitch records he got from Maggie when the arrival of Gabriel interrupts him.

We learn Beelzebub also has an ear for a good tune when they mention they like the song they hear in the American bar during the recap scenes of their meetings with Gabriel in S2E6.

They make an offer of "betterment" to Crowley

Beelzebub's offer to Crowley that he could be a Duke of Hell if he finds Gabriel for them, all while he is lounging across the two horned thrones in S2E1, is widely seen as a prominent piece of foreshadowing for S3.

Really, the only question should be is will that be just a plain Duke or will he somehow end up in the Grand Duke of Hell position opposite of Aziraphale?

Aziraphale also made an offer to Crowley - to restore him to angelic status.

At the time, neither offer was accepted with any enthusiasm - especially the latter.

They have a date at Gabriel's statue

I have pointed out elsewhere that this is a triple-parallel with a shot from Before the Beginning, but then I remembered that the parallel with Aziraphale looking jealously at angel!Crowley was written after this date pair with Gabriel's statue.

I intend to talk about the significance of the statue in Part 4: Judgement Day, as it makes a bridge between all three seasons and it needs some thorough and lengthy discussion around it.

They go to the pub

This is another triple-parallel between the two pairs. (I think @kayleefansposts first brought this up but I can't find the post it comes from now, even though it wasn't that long ago.)

First, they both meet in a cafe:

Then they meet in a pub:

And lastly, they meet - well, lets say with alcohol on the table and an option of food?

Their partners make a reference to the absurd creativity of humanity

For some time I wondered why when Crowley came back from the pub with Aziraphale, he plucked the Jane Austen off the shelf and shouted that inane line at humanity: "You people, I will never get the hang of you lot."

Eventually I realized it was a parallel moment to when just before Gabriel miracles the jukebox in the Resurrectionist to play Every Day the first time.

GABRIEL: What's that? BARTENDER: A classic 1960s jukebox. You don't see many of them these days. You just put your money in and tell it what you want to hear. GABRIEL: Oh… You people. Amazing. [hands over money] [miracles] Ha!

Both incidences are inspired by their partners - Aziraphale inspires Crowley to look for Austen's novels and Gabriel miracles the jukebox to play the music that Beelzebub likes.

Their partners accidentally leave them on their own

Crowley was only going to take the human shopkeepers to safety, then return - but he got sidetracked with Muriel all the way up to Heaven. Thinking he would be back soon, Aziraphale didn't plan very far ahead, and that eventually led to a problem - and a long, anxious wait for the demon's return.

On his way out of Heaven, Gabriel was on his way to Hell and Beelzebub - we presume. But as soon as he put himself in the fly, he forgot, and headed to the next most memorable location in his remaining working neurons, which happened to be on Earth. Beelzebub was left wondering where he was - and very alone down there in Hell while their minions were out searching for him. @noneorother shows what happens to the thrones while they wait.

So, about Maggie, then...

Understanding Aziraphale and Beelzebub as a parallel pair helps us to understand Maggie a little better, as Maggie is actually a mix of the two characters, reflecting both of them back at the same time. I think that is why she sometimes seems like an angel and a demon at the same time - because she actually is!

I believe this would also explain the "ugrency" spelling mistake, as well as putting an emphasis on the word urgency itself for us. What is becoming urgent?

For example, Maggie always wears a combination of colours from both characters. Here we can Maggie is wearing Beelzebub's signature colours of orange and light blue, but with a white background as the angelic component.

At the ball, she wears a blue blouse - blue is a colour associated with Heaven - but its a dark, demonic shade of blue.

She tries to give a gift to Nina, that doesn't quite work, but the thought and effort is there. She's very forgiving. And she says she says she'll still be there when Nina is ready to start seeing her again; she's reflecting the future Aziraphale to us.

She doesn't want to leave the scene of danger with Crowley when its offered (sounds familiar, doesn't it? Let's go to Alpha Centauri - No! I Can't!)

She's done with being scared, she's ready to stand up and be brave and fight.

She doesn't want to leave Aziraphale on his own (even though Aziraphale still has faith Crowley will turn up any minute now and have a plan - !!) She comes up with ideas on how to fight back. This is someone who steps forward and takes control. These all look like future echoes and set-ups for parallels in S3 to me.

There's another line that no one ever talks about that I've always thought was a foreshadowing line that Crowley says to Nina:

NINA: He's never hosted a meeting, ever. Why the change of heart? CROWLEY: He's unpredictable. He's discovered his civic obligations.

The parallel to this comes from Maggie, when Crowley goes to tell her its time for the meeting/Ball, she says she never misses a meeting. If that's not part of fulfilling your "civic obligations" I don't know what is.

If there was one aspect of Beelzebub I would perhaps just mention here briefly, but not discussing at length because I want to do it elsewhere again as well, is that they twice show restraint of their power and authority - they don't pull Crowley in for punishment as a traitor, even though they could (they pulled him down to Hell for a chat pretty easily) and they don't bother to rip out Demon Josh's tongue and send him to the dung heaps that day for being talkative and annoying, even though we get the impression it happens on a regular basis. In contrast, Aziraphale and Maggie both step up a bit and take some authority on themselves towards the end.

The lists above are not exhaustive of all the parallels between the three characters, but I hope it helps to get you started in thinking about them in a different way to how you might have been.

Next we try to tie the past<-present->future parallels together as we start getting our hands dirty.

The other posts in this series can be found here:

Part 1: Detective Aziraphale Part 3: Stocktaking in the Basement Part 4: Judgement Day Part 5: I Know Where I'm Going

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #beelzebub #maggie #demon josh #duke of hell crowley #oily josh #supreme archangel aziraphale #you people #i wont leave you on your own #discovering your civic duties #staying behind to die bravely #he's unpredictable

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lattaeyongs · 2 years

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↳ pairing: mark lee x reader

↳ word count: 7.4k

↳ genre: barista!reader, exes to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut

↳ summary: suddenly mark lee, your high school ex-boyfriend, is back in your life, and you’re not so sure that it’s a bad thing.

↳ warnings: contains explicit sexual content (oral, unprotected sex – please use a condom or birth control! stay safe!). read at your own risk.

“Order 68!” You say openly to the entire coffee shop, plopping the drink on the granite front counter.

There are a few more customers ordering their drinks, so you find yourself standing by the large coffee machine on the counter, waiting for a drink to pour into the cup placed under the spout.

You’re handed a few more orders by your friend and coworker Giselle who is standing by the cash register. Espresso, two shots of milk, and two cappuccinos. “So how was your date with Sicheng?” Your friend asks while customers who ordered drinks move to the other side of the counter, waiting for their drink to be served.

“It was good.” You say vaguely as you set down the order before clicking a few buttons on the coffee machine. “We had dinner, and he dropped me back home.”

“Are you guys gonna go on another date?” Giselle asks curiously, her tone struggling to stay casual as anticipation danced in her eyes. You purposely don’t answer for a while, pretending to be engrossed in your work. However, Giselle continues to wait as you make the last orders, standing by the credit card swiper just in case any other customers show up. But once you put the last customer’s drink on the counter, you have no more excuses to not answer. Letting the side of your arm brush against the front counter, you lean against it a little, shrugging your shoulders.

“Probably not. He was nice and everything, but he didn’t seem my type.” Giselle groans.

“Y/N! I thought Sicheng would be the perfect guy! He’s smart and funny and his parents are loaded,” she added subtly at the end.

“Just because I looked at him for more than two seconds at your sister’s wedding doesn’t mean that I want to date him,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes at your friend. “And besides,” you start again. “I’m trying to focus on my degree right now.”

Giselle is silent for a little bit, pursing her lips. “Other than dates here and there, I’ve never seen you in a serious relationship.”

“What’s wrong with being single?” You ask, your shoulders lifted up.

“Everything!” You snort at your friend, who is obviously more sarcastic than she sounds, but Giselle only comes closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. Her eyes are rounder this time, serious. “Y/N, you know what you told me two Fridays ago?”

“What?” You ask. You don’t remember.

“You said that once you got off of work, you were going to organize all your albums. I’ve been to your place, and that’s a lot. I don’t want you wasting Friday nights by yourself. You deserve an awesome guy. I just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks for your concern,” you tell your friend. “I’m happy with just working and going to college. It would also make me happy if you butt out of my love life,” you deadpan at the end, smiling.

“Fine,” Giselle says reluctantly. You laugh at your friend’s pouting face before picking up a rag to scrub counters since there’s no one else standing in line for a drink. But when you hear footsteps approaching, you and Giselle look up. It’s a boy around college age, who places his drink on the front counter. “Excuse me? The lid of my coffee cup is broken. Can I get a new one,” he shows you both the lid on his cup, a large tear in the side that would impede it from doing its job. Giselle looks to the spot where the complementary lids for coffee cups are and notices that they aren't any more lids.

“There are some more in the storage room. It might take a while, so I’ll bring it to your table,” Giselle responds. The boy nods, leaving. “I’ll be back,” she says to you, and you say a quick ‘alright’ before moving a few steps to the computer that registers orders and the card swiper. So far, you haven’t heard the little bell sound from the door of the coffee shop, so you’re pretty sure that no one is coming in. Taking a long look around at people busily on their phones and laptops most probably completing a last-minute assignment or others just here with their friends for a quick caffeine shot, you settle on your conclusion, tapping your fingers against the counter as you stare at the floor, humming quietly to yourself as you think about what you’re going to do after you get off of work today.

This is your second year working at this coffee shop. You decided to attend a local college only twenty minutes away from your home to stay close to family, and you’re living at home to limit the expensive dorm costs and accumulating debt that many of your friends complain about. After settling into college, you took a job at this coffee shop in the center of your town to get a head start at paying your minimal education costs and met Giselle, a community college graduate who’s earning money to get a four-year degree.

Your tapping is interrupted when you hear someone; you didn’t even realize that the bell went off.

“Excuse me?” you hear. That voice… it’s familiar, one that you haven’t heard in a long time, yet it’s one that you could pick out of anywhere. Looking up, you see someone you never thought you would see again.

It’s Mark Lee, your high school ex-boyfriend.

“M-Mark?” You sputter. You couldn’t believe it. But there he is, standing right in front of you in the flesh. You almost want to pinch yourself.

Only marginal things have changed about Mark’s appearance since high school; his hair is slightly grown out and he has a light tan. Right now, he’s wearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants, his earbuds hanging on his neck as if he came back from the gym or a jog, the latter being the most likely case because when you were dating, it was a part of his routine to go on a jog every single day.

“Y/N,” he says, smiling. “It’s good to see you.”

“Y-You too,” you stammer.

“I didn’t know you worked here now. How have you been?” Mark continues the conversation. Finding a pen on the counter, you’re glad you have something to fidget with.

“Well, I do,” you chortle. “And I’m good, I guess. Just working and school,” you respond curtly. “You?”

“The same.” His response is nonchalant, It’s pretty damn obvious how awkward it is. With neither of you saying anything for a little bit, you both let the light chatter of those at tables do the talking for you.

“Would you like a drink?” You ask politely.

Mark’s eyes widen, suddenly realizing why he’s here. “Oh, right,” he says bashfully. “One ice americano, please.” Ah, Mark’s favorite drink; back when you were dating, he liked to tease you by saying that it was 100% coffee compared to the sugary macchiatos or lattes you would order. With a small smile, you punch some keys on the computer by the register, you select Mark’s order on the screen. “That would be $3.49 with tax,” you say, looking up.

His hair brushed back, he pulls out his wallet to get his credit card. Swiping it across the scanner, a satisfying ‘ding’ sounds, recognizing that his payment was accepted. “Thanks,” he says a bit quietly. He stands there awkwardly for a few more seconds as if he wanted to say something else, but he just nods, seating himself on one of the barstools next to the counter you worked at; it’s practically empty most likely due to many preferring to set up their laptops or talk on the phone or with friends without the baristas overhearing them. Or alternatively, they would stand by the serving counter, which they thought would help make their drink faster.

Quietly, you move a few steps to the coffee machine, pushing your tongue against the side of your cheek, an old habit of yours that springs up when you’re nervous. Hoping that he doesn’t notice, you look from the cup in your hand to Mark, taking a glance at him as quickly as possible, but it seems like he’s trying the same. For a moment, both of you lock eyes, and it’s almost like you can’t pry your gaze away from him until you finally force yourself to, looking back to the coffee machine to fill some espresso shots on top of the ice and coffee.

Sealing the cup with a lid, you put the drink in front of Mark.

“Uh, here’s your drink, I guess,” you say a little more awkwardly than you intended to.

“Thanks,” Mark smiles. He continues to sit at his barstool, and with the lack of customers ordering right now, you decide to busy yourself out of your awkwardness, going to an obscure corner to get a broom, as far away from Mark as you can be. After taking a few sips, Mark’s gaze lands on you, and as you start sweeping, he begins talking.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he says. He leaves his drink, which he took a few sips of, on the counter, heading down the hallway beside your counter to the men’s bathroom.

Once Mark is out of sight, you hear another voice. “So I’m assuming you guys know each other,” Giselle says, leaning her weight onto one leg. She is standing a few feet away from you, coming out of a shadow. You almost drop your broom when you hear her.

“How long have you been standing there?” You ask, practically jumping out of your skin.

“Long enough to see some of the interaction between you two. From the way your movements were so stilted and how you stammered a lot, you definitely didn’t expect to see him, and by how uncomfortable you looked, he was probably someone you knew intimately…” Giselle trails off, her eyes widening, a gasp on her lips. “Is that an ex?” She looks excited.

“How did you get that from a one-minute interaction?”

“I’m a psych major, remember? Major deduction skills,” she says, pointing at her brain dramatically. You exhale loudly, almost snorting before she continues. “So answer my question. Is he an ex?”

“Yeah,” you say simply. Giselle’s look is curious, so you continue. “He was my high school boyfriend. We mutually broke up before college,” you say, your words meshed together stiltedly.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“Don’t be.”

Back in high school, you and Mark were almost inseparable, to the point that your high school friends would lightly joke that he was attached to your hip or something. You were always laughing together, at one of the corny jokes or when walking together after classes, going to the same diner and ordering the same thing, and even… skipping classes to be together (you would only skip when it was a concept you knew you didn’t need the teacher’s help on).

But then all that changed.

Mark, when you were sitting together at lunch senior year, casually mentioned that he got into his dream college; it’s a posh school that has a prestigious music program, which would support his dreams of being a songwriter one day. He looked so conflicted when he broke the news to you because well… the school is on the other side of the country. You made it pretty clear that you wanted to stay close to home where it’s more affordable. In-state schools were on Mark’s list too since he wasn’t sure if he would get into his dream school, but after this discovery, he didn’t need those admissions.

You would have been a horrible girlfriend if you told him not to go, and eventually after much thought and coaxing from you that you would be fine, Mark accepted the admission. You said that your relationship could work as a long-distance one. However, during the summer, you changed your mind. A long-distance relationship is too much work, and many of them fail anyway. You wanted your boyfriend to be by your side, to touch him, to hold him. You didn’t think you could handle being apart. Mark eventually said that he was feeling the same thing and added that this was for the best.

By the way Giselle looks, it’s like there are wheels in her brain that are turning.

“So are you over him?” She asks.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was a while ago.” You didn’t mean to sound as defensive as you did, and it looks like Giselle is surprised at your reply too.

“Just asking,” she says, looking at her nails. “Was he your last boyfriend?”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with anyth – oh,” you say, tilting your head up. Giselle nods. You’re pretty sure that you know what she’s thinking.

“I can assure you that he’s not the reason I’m not dating. Remember that piece of paper I get after finishing college?” You joke at the end.

Your question is more rhetorical, but Giselle has almost no time to respond when Mark comes back. Taking his drink, he looks like he is thinking hard about something.

“Uh Y/N,” Mark starts off shyly, his eyebrows knit with concentration; a blooming red blush emerges on his cheeks as he grips his drink. “A-are you on your break right now?” he musters out.

“As of now, I’m not,” you say.

“Oh, well…” he trails off, his facial expression still nervous, his eyes darting. “I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me. Like-like maybe at one of those tables?” He cocks his head to a free table at the corner of this little cafe. Looking from Giselle to Mark a few times, you notice your friend’s encouraging expression.

“Uh, o-of course,” you stumble out. “Just give me a minute, I need to clock out for my lunch break. I’ll meet you at your table.” Mark nods acknowledging what you said. Watching Mark walk away, you inhale sharply.

“Can you cover for me?” You ask.

“Yeah,” she smiles. You look a little hesitant to leave from behind the counter to Mark, a boy you haven’t seen in two years, but Giselle practically shoos you away. “Go, reconnect, have fun!” Raising an eyebrow, she has a mischievous look on her face. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll be meeting him again as a boyfriend.”

“I told you. Over him.”

“Right,” Giselle says. She leans against the counter a little bit before talking again. “The thing with mutual exes is that you didn’t break up because you didn’t like each other anymore but because of circumstances. Maybe there are feelings still there.” Snorting, you finally leave the counter, telling your manager about your lunch break before making it to the table Mark is sitting at.

The cushy part of the seat deflates as you sit down. For a few moments, it’s silence with you fidgeting with the hem of your uniform and Mark observing the floor intently. You would have maybe expected to see him sometime around the breaks when everyone in your graduating class would be ditching their dorms and apartments to visit their family, but the closest break is a month away. You decide to address the elephant in the room.

“So what brings you back home? Why would you want to leave a university a few minutes away from the beach to come back to our boring old city?” You joke.

“Well, you know, homesickness,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I tried to forget about it because the music program is so good, but eventually my grades started falling. So I’m gonna transfer to a school here.” You nod at this.

“Oh, what school?” You ask.

“That’s the thing,” he chuckles softly. “I’m not sure.”

“That’s very un-Mark of you, the same guy that makes to-do lists for everything.” Your brow is arched non-threateningly. Mark was always a stickler for to-do lists and agendas, which was against the typical “creative” nature expected from a boy who wants to pursue professional songwriting.

He smiles at you. “I’m trying to take a break from college right now. A gap semester.”

“That sounds good,” you say after a few moments, unsure of what else to say. When neither of you says anything, the awkwardness appears again. It seems like you two are having a competition about who can steal the most glimpses at the other without them noticing.

“So what about you? How’s college for you?” Mark asks, sipping what’s left of his coffee.

“Oh, you know.” You shrug your shoulders. “It’s just college. Classes, assignments, studying, exams.”

“You still live at home?” He asks.

“Yeah. I’m not living for the concept of paying the government for the next ten years of my life just to live in a dorm.” You snort. None of the scholarships (minus sports scholarships) you applied for were enough to pay for room and board.

“Smart. My debt is probably through the roof right now.”

“How are your parents doing?” You ask, changing the subject. While dating Mark, you had an affinity for Mrs. Lee, who was the number one supporter of your and Mark’s relationship and even described you as the perfect girl for her son.

“Dad’s in Cancun, and I just had lunch with mom yesterday.” You nod. Mark’s parents are divorced, with the divorce in tenth grade being messy; there were those nights where Mark would sneak into your room because he couldn’t stand the fighting anymore, and you would fall asleep next to each other. Ah, the days when you and Mark were inseparable.

“Cool. Where did you go?” You ask.

“Some new Chinese place. It’s next to that Five and Below?”

“Ah,” you say, nodding slightly, remembering that the restaurant opened only a few weeks ago.

Suddenly, Mark’s eyes widen.

“Oh, how rude of me!” he exclaims. You look confused at the sudden rise in his voice before he continues again. “I didn’t even offer to get you anything!” Mark remarks, putting a hand to his forehead. You try to wave him off.

“Don’t worry it’s not that big of a deal, I don’t really want anything right now,” you say, but Mark doesn’t look like he’s listening to you. He rises, moving back to the counter where Giselle is standing. You follow him, wading through the maze of tables, chairs, and customers as you continue to reassure him that you don’t need anything; you stop talking when you realize that he’s already whipped out his credit card, swiping it on the credit card scanner.

“You still like caramel macchiatos right?” Giselle looks like she’s breathing in the entire situation as she waits for your answer.

“Yeah.”

After the general pleasantries were exhausted and the awkwardness faded away between you and Mark, you had a good time together – a good enough time where you even lost track of time; one of the other baristas who clocked in later had to tell you that your thirty-minute lunch break was over. So when you stood up and told Mark that it was nice catching up with him, he told you to wait. He said that it would be nice to hang out at a place where you didn’t have to clock in and out. So you set another time to be at the Chinese restaurant he was talking about since it’s on your drive home from work, and despite being close to it, you’ve never been to it due to being busy all the time.

You know that it would be a direct violation of the best friend code to not tell Giselle that you’re seeing Mark again, but right now, you wanted to keep this whole thing lowkey, and Giselle… she’s not lowkey. You bet if you told her, she would log on to Canva, and start making the wedding invitations.

So now you’re in Mark’s car after he insisted on driving you home instead of letting you call an Uber, which you have been doing the past week since your car is in the shop after the “check engine” light appeared. After much back and forth and insisting that you’re fine, you finally give in. His car is a used jeep that he got on his sixteenth birthday, and it looks almost the same as the day he left for college. When you climbed into the car at first, you noticed a stain on the floor mat near the passenger seat where you spilled a soft drink and the driver’s side window being slightly unrolled, for it can’t completely close for some reason.

Sitting in the passenger seat, it’s like you’re transported to high school again, to all the times you and Mark would parade around in this car to get snow cones in the summer or go to the festive Christmas marts in the winter.

Mark draws you back to the present.

“Wow. Construction here is actually finished,” he says. You look out the window to see a large road, one of the bigger roads in your city. It started off as a small local road, but since a lot of the city grew around it, it became more used, and traffic was unbearable. So, somewhat counterintuitively, construction began on and off, slowly enlarging the road until construction finally finished once and for all a few months ago, the road being as large as it is allowed to be under state provisions.

“Yeah,” you acknowledge. You look out the window, watching the glow of city buildings in the distance, and all is quiet between you and Mark until you suddenly, very loudly, sneeze.

“Bless you,” Mark says.

“Do you have a tissue?”

“Yeah. I think there should be some in the passenger compartment.” You look where Mark told you, lifting open the top of the compartment in front of you. What you find are a few tissues in a package like Mark said, but then you see something else unexpected.

“Dior’s ‘La Vie en Rose?’” You ask, taking the perfume bottle out of the compartment. You used to leave a bunch of random stuff in Mark’s car in the past, but you don’t ever recall having this perfume.

“Oh, that’s uh…” Mark trails off awkwardly. He doesn’t respond for a while, his gaze focused on the road. “My girlfriend’s. Well, ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you say flatly. You’re about to put it back where you found it until Mark takes a hand off the wheel, waving at you.

“Don’t put it back. Just leave it in the cup holder so I can finally remember to throw it out.” He snickers. You do what he says. Afterward, you bring your hands to your lap, looking from Mark to your side of the dashboard.

“How long has it been in there?” Your voice is quiet as you ask this.

“Maybe a few months,” he says. You nod at this slowly, continuing to steal glances at Mark as he drives. Mark’s gaze slowly tilts from the road to you, and a smile begins to form on his face. “And you want to know more.”

“I do not! I’m not nosy like that,” you say, crossing your arms indignantly. To say that you weren’t at all interested would be a lie, though. Mark sees through this and laughs.

“Come on, Y/N, we all want to know about our exes’ relationships to see if they’re doing better than us.” You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to remain casual, but the embarrassment heating your cheeks tells another story. “It’s alright Y/N. I wanted to know about your exes too.”

You smile at Mark, at how he always tries to make you feel better. “So where did you meet your ex-girlfriend?”

“I knew her through a couple of friends. We hit it off and started dating. We only dated for a few months.”

“Oh,” you say, simply. For a period of time, Mark had moved on. So why are you slightly disappointed?

Neither you nor Mark says anything for a while before he continues. “During most of the relationship, I wasn’t that happy. And after that girl, I didn’t date much.”

You nod at this. “What about you?” Mark asks. “Anyone notable?” Mark, as well, is trying to remain casual as he drives.

“I don’t have an official ex. I mean, I’ve been on dates by myself and even ones that my friends have set me up on, but I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. “I guess college is stressful and it’s too much work for a relationship. I’m trying to focus on studies.” It’s Mark’s turn to nod as he drives. He turns into your neighborhood as if on reflex, still remembering exactly where you lived. But a few houses down is the house.

The house is a house that’s been on the market for at least as long as you remember (probably from the rumors of it being haunted), and unlike a lot of things that Mark has seen in the town, it hasn’t changed since the “for sale” sign is still planted on the front yard. Seeing this place, Mark comes to a halt.

“Do you want to go in? For old time’s sake?”

“Sure,” you say. Mark takes the keys out of the ignition, hopping out of the jeep. You do the same as well, coming out of the car, and Mark receives you, the two of you walking around the house to the back door, where you used to enter.

“Hairpin?” He asks, holding out a hand. You reach for one in your hair, realizing that you’re not wearing one before reaching into your pocket, practically a junk drawer of odd little trinkets that you’re too lazy to drop in your purse.

Handing him a brown bobby pin, you let Mark work his magic. Picking locks was something Mark learned from his brother who is five years his senior which became handy when you two would sneak out here.

When your parents finally caught on to Mark staying in your room at night, they said it couldn’t happen. It wasn’t that they didn’t like Mark – they made it pretty clear that out of all the high school boys who could date their daughter, Mark is probably the best they’ll get. But, it was just that they weren’t comfortable with you and Mark in your bedroom alone at night doing God knows what under their roof. Even though you told your parents that it was mostly harmless, just making out at the most, they still didn’t budge.

It was actually your idea to come to this house since you didn’t want to sneak out too far and get in trouble if you came back home too late. You didn’t fear ghosts, for they are dead. What could they do? Knock some books off the shelf and write your name in blood? However, you certainly feared your parents, who are very much alive. You haven’t been here since senior year, only driving past this house when going to work or college. So when Mark opens the door, you’re flooded with memories. All of the times where Mark would bring his guitar from home and play a song he was working on. The times when neither of you would turn on the lights after the sun had gone way down, leaning in to make out. The times when Mark’s head would be on your chest while comfortable silence persisted between you two.

The time when Mark took your virginity.

The model furniture in the house has not changed a bit. You look at the striped couch, to the tousled pillow that seemed sat on.

“So there was a showing of this house a few hours earlier,” Mark says.

“And there isn’t gonna be a showing at,” you stop, checking your watch. “9 PM.”

“Which means we have the house to ourselves.” As if you’re being pulled by a foreign force, you and Mark make your way into the master bedroom.

“Remember when we used to make out in this room?” You ask. You look up at Mark, your gaze lingering on his lips. Mark certainly looks manlier than he was in high school, the baby fat on his cheeks long gone, yet there’s still the same boy you fell in love with, the sweet boy that wouldn’t hesitate to rub your shoulders when you were stressed out, the soft boy with the contagious laugh.

It seems like Mark has the same idea.

“Yeah, a little like this?” He leans in, his lips landing on yours. They taste like the same chapstick he used in high school, and you smile into the kiss, your movements languid as Mark nibbles on the delicate skin of your lips. Both of you take your time, neither of you moving away until Mark pulls away, a loud ‘pop’ sounding between you two. Your lips feel cold without his.

Mark’s face is still close to yours as you feel his warm breath on your nose. You have so many words to say, so many thoughts bouncing about in your head, but none of them come out.

“You know why I came home?” He suddenly asks.

“Homesickness?” You answer breathlessly, recalling what he said at the coffee shop.

“Yeah,” he settles with his response for a few seconds before inhaling sharply. “Partly.” He separates from you, so you can see his eyes, that large doe-like gaze that hinted at the seriousness of what he’s going to say.

“For a while, I missed our boring city. The duck pond, the movie theater, the snow cone shop. College didn’t seem right. There was something missing, something important in my life.” He stops. “You. All the things I missed in our town were because you were in them. Remember when we would feed the ducks? Or watch a movie in the theater?”

“Yeah,” you say. Ah, sweet memories. You always feel slightly empty going to those places. Mark continues.

“I thought once I got settled into college, I would forget about you. But that felt impossible. I went to party after party, and my grades started falling, yet I was doing well enough to still pass my classes until the end of last semester. The counselor told me I had to redo statistics, poetry analysis, and music history, three out of my four classes. That’s when I decided that I needed to stop avoiding the problem and face it head-first. I landed here two weeks ago and went to your house. Your mom told me that I could find you at the coffee shop.”

Mark is silent, his lips pursing into a fine line as he tries to unlatch the tough words stuck in his throat.

“I still love you. You are my home.” he chokes out.

Stunned is an understatement. Shocked out of your damn mind sounds more like what you’re feeling right now.

You’re silent, and Mark’s look is that of nervousness about what you’re going to say back. He’s internally screaming at himself. Did he really bare his soul to you after not contacting you for almost two years, just showing up out of the blue wanting to embed himself back into your life? It sounds ridiculous thinking about it now compared to when he was packing his stuff from his dorm.

He’s interrupted in his thoughts when you start speaking.

“If you missed me, then why didn’t you call me?” You ask.

Mark sighs, running a nervous hand through his hair. “There were times I had your contact pulled up on my phone, debating whether to call you.” Mark stops for a few moments, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. “But I always thought against it. I thought that maybe you moved on. You know the worst thing would be to call you and tell you I miss you while you’re on a date or something.” Mark has a sheepish look just describing this scenario, and this attempt at dramatic irony as humor doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You smile.

“When my mom divorced my dad, she said that he was always holding her back. I didn’t want to do the same thing to you.”

Silence is all that’s between you both now. This confession echoes in your mind, your expression remaining blank as Mark’s words bounce against the walls of your brain. When you look at Mark, his gaze is disappointed. “I shouldn’t have come back. What the hell made me think that you would take me back? This whole thing was stupid. Bye Y/N.” He turns around to leave the master bedroom, but something stops him.

Your hand on his wrist. You look up at him, the bouncing words in your head starting to condense into something you can say. Your voice is quiet, contemplative.

“For the first few months when college started, I wondered if I made the right decision. I thought maybe we should have tried to do a long-distance relationship.” You pause, studying Mark’s reaction, which is only a look of anticipation for your words. You lick your lips, starting once more. “But I always thought that missing you would fade away. That I would be able to go to the places that we went together without feeling a pang of sadness.”

“Date after date I went on, I always found the slightest faults in every guy I met with. His nose is too big, his voice is annoying, he’s too tall. I always compared them to you.” Damn it, Giselle was right. You’re not over Mark. You were using college and work as an excuse to forget about your feelings.

Feelings that Mark’s return sparked in you.

Feelings that you’ve let float to the top of your mind now that you know Mark feels the same way about you.

“I still have feelings for you too,” You say finally. Your gazes lock.

Leaning closer to Mark, you mumbled against his lips. “I love you too.”

Once again, your lips touch, his hand reaching for your jaw. But this kiss definitely does not feel the same as the one you shared previously. The first one was shy, and gentlemanly whereas this one… not so much. It’s needy, one where you want Mark in you.

Mark Lee took your virginity after prom junior year, taking you to this house when making out in his car got very heated. You weren’t ready to go home to your parents and brother so you snuck into this house, ready for more.

Right now, you’re in the same position, as if you’re the same person you were all those years ago. Mark’s lips travel from your soft ones, wandering to your neck. He repositions his hands around your waist, trailing down to your bottom to give your butt a quick squeeze, and you whimper softly at Mark’s lips, how they sucked at your skin long enough for you to feel pleasure rushing through your veins before he nips it gently.

This rhythm of sucking and nipping drives you crazy, and after waiting for Mark to make the next move, you decide that he isn’t going fast enough when you weakly try to take off his shirt. He finds your hands and puts them inside of his own. Against your neck, he mumbles, “Patience is a virtue, baby.”

At this, you let Mark hold you, leading you to the king-size bed in the center of the room. You’re under him, his knee finding its place in between your legs, close to your throbbing pussy. Mark takes a good look at you under him. His hands move from bottom-up, from the bottom of your waist, up your tummy, against your breasts until he stops at your collarbone.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters. He readjusts himself so his face is closer to yours, his lips only a hair’s distance away. His dick rubs against your leg, and you gasp at this. His hands now wander under your top, gently moving over the skin of your abdomen. He inches slowly to the center of your bra, brushing it.

As his hands shy away from under your shirt, you only grip his wrist.

“Now. Please,” you beg.

“Alright.” He smiles. “I don’t let pretty girls wait too long.” He drags the blouse off of you, revealing you in a white bra. He quickly strips off your pants, tossing them haphazardly on the floor by the bed. Mark is staring at you, his deep brown pools of eyes racking your figure in just your bra and underwear.

“Stop looking and do me,” you whine, trying to curl up in a ball. Mark comes closer to you faster than you can think, holding both of your hands down.

“Let me just look, baby. You have no idea how much I missed this.” The heat in your cheeks seems to overtake your face at Mark’s gazing. It’s like he’s voraciously gulping the sight of you, the deep brown pools called his eyes in wonder at your figure. Finally, he unzips his pants.

But as he tries to pull down his zipper, it remains stubbornly in place. You titter at the sight.

“Need a little help with that?” You ask mischievously. You sit upright, watching Mark on his knees as he tries to unzip his pants.

“I think the zipper is stuck,” he says, a little flustered.

“Here, let me.” Looking down, you notice how the zipper was stuck to a piece of fabric that was a part of the jeans. You cut your nails a few days ago, so you were going to have to use a bit of out-of-the-box thinking to fix this problem…

Immediately, you lean down and bite against the fabric, holding it in place as you pull the zipper, and the zip comes gliding down.

“Now that I know what your mouth is capable of…” He doesn’t continue his sentence, letting you fill in the gaps mentally. You roll your eyes, smiling.

“You naughty boy.” Your eyebrows dance on your face.

Pulling down Mark’s underwear reveals his erected cock, aroused from activity with you. Leaning in on all fours, you wrap your lips around it, softly nibbling the delicate skin. Mark moans loudly at this action, you feel fluid enter your mouth, swallowing it.

“You always looked nice like this, sucking my cock,” Mark softly smirks at you, your eyes wide, as if they’re filled with innocence while you look up at him. He pets your hair, the strands airy and soft from the clementine shampoo you used yesterday. Once you’re done, you giggle, looking up at Mark once again. He takes his thumb and wipes the corner of your lip.

“Good job kitten,” he says. His voice is breathy, seductive as you pant.

“Are you ready for me now?” He asks. You nod vigorously. You don’t have time to take another breath when Mark pushes you against the headboard of the luxurious bed. He strips the remaining clothing off of you, your bra and underwear being thrown aside to the flood. His lips find their way to your neck, and you giggle at this.

“You just love my neck, do you?” You ask slyly.

“Give me a break. I haven’t felt this neck in two years.” You eventually slump against the headboard, your head slipping downwards from the large, mahogany piece of wood, now resting on the pillow as Mark’s lips make the arduous journey from your neck to your chest, his hands cupping your delicate breasts until his lips meet your nipples, delicately sucking the little buds. This sends chills down your bare back, that of exhilaration at how forbidden this sex was – this abandoned house was probably going to be checked by the realtor tomorrow morning, and they’ll probably notice that this house had some unexpected guests. But you don’t care because your thoughts are full of want: you want Mark Lee so bad. Even after two years of not contacting each other, he’s still capable of creating butterflies in your stomach.

Mark moves from one nipple to the other before moving down your abdomen, down your smooth tummy, still warm from the heat your shirt provided.

Mark skips from your stomach, his lips meeting your thighs instead. His lips are now at your inner thigh, pressing loud smooches against your hot skin. Again, with his pattern of sucking and letting go, licking and breathing over the soft pools of his saliva that stood on your skin that brought chills to your body, an art that Mark has mastered that makes you want him even more. Your legs swish in the air, due to the ticklishness of his kisses.

“Easy there tiger. I’ll come in, I promise.” He softly kisses your thigh, his hands holding open your thighs. This whole thing drives you crazy; you hate how you feel like jelly under Mark, how he’s managed to break down all your defenses, yet you absolutely adore it, secretly wanting to feel this way for a long time.

A loud scream rips from your throat when Mark’s fingers – what you recognized as his index and middle finger – reach inside of your vagina.

“God, you’re so loud, your parents probably heard you,” he jokes.

“Shut up and do me,” you whine. Mark binds down your wrists with both of his hands.

“Alright bossy,” he smirks. “You really want me to do you?”

You know you misstepped when Mark pulls out his hand and instead shoves his dick inside. You pant loudly, gasping for breath at this. You feel your walls closing in, spreading pleasure through your veins as you feel his dick. You moan loudly.

You start to wildly thrash as Mark comes closer to you, his chest pressing against yours, his lips leaving whispers of kisses along your jawline as he moves around, shaking in you. You feel you’re not sane anymore, that everything is just an illusion compared to the pleasure Mark was putting in you.

“Come on angel, say it, say my name,” he coaxes you as you continue to moan.

“M-Mar-Mar-” you manage to stumble out. Words didn’t make sense in your head anymore, just feelings, emotions, images. Quite literally, Mark was fucking the brains out of you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

“Sorry sugarplum, that’s not good enough. You know how many times I dreamed of you being under me, screaming my name in college?” He asks. Your brain is too fried to answer.

“Well, I’ll spoil it for you. A lot. It’s our first time in two years, make it count, honey.” He says simply. You’re feeling obedient now as Mark pulls out, his cum dripping on the bed and yours falling out of your vagina, mingling with his. He pushes in once more, shaking himself inside of you. The minimal light outside shines onto your cheeks, making you look like a literal angel to Mark, possibly one that fell from grace considering the position he has you in. Nonetheless, you’re his angel that fell from grace, all his, no one else’s…

“I’ll tell you again,” he says. “Say my name.”

After a few moments, you can’t handle Mark in you, how your walls so easily wrap around him as if to trap him forever, to keep him with you. Your head is throbbing with the pleasure felt in your clit, and finally, you say something other than loud moans or whimpers.

“Mark!” You roared.

“There you go. You see?” He asks, a sparkle in his eye. He pulls out, leaving you dripping. “Was that so hard to ask?”

“Yes,” you say playfully.

“Now one more step,” he says. “Cum for me angel.” He smiles sweetly. He knows you through and through, what you like, what makes you tick, what makes you cum.

Massaging your waist, he places his head on your breasts, gently nibbling at your body. This brings you to otherworldly levels of serotonin, and you feel something eject out of you.

“There you go.” Mark watches as you slightly twitch as the cum spills from you. You’re breathing heavily, and Mark looks at you with a loving gaze. He leans in for one kiss, two kisses, a few more actually as his lips slip on and off of your soft mouth.

“You did well angel,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You say to him. Love wasn’t the only thing you felt for the boy in front of you. He’s a multitude of other things for you. A best friend that tells you the hard truth when you need it, a confidant that would never judge despite what you told him, a caregiver when you need it.

“Mark,” you say suddenly. He looks at you as if you’re the only thing in this world. He’s all ears.

“You’re my home too.”

tagging: @infnteen

a/n: special thanks to my lovely friend @peachjaem00 for beta-reading this fic for me! let me know what you think, and as always, thank you for stopping by!

#repost bc the tags suck #nct #mark lee #nct fluff #nct smut #nct angst #mark lee fluff #nct scenarios #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct 127 fluff

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destinysbounty · 5 months

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Huh. I just dug up an old fan-theory i came up with back when i was like 15. And while its definitely way too weak to hold up against any real scrutiny, it at the very least makes for some mildly interesting fanfic fodder so i thought id share it with the greater fandom hivemind.

(Dont come at me about the holes in this theory btw, i was practically a baby when i came up with this and it was one of my first attempts at theory-crafting. Trust me, ive come a long way since then)

Anyway, the theory goes like this:

While in the lighthouse, Dr. Julien builds a replica of his son. But try as he might to get it to turn on, it never actually works. Whatever special spark brought the first Zane to life is inexplicably absent from this one. So he locks it away in his basement, and never gives it the light of day again. This is the reason Dr. Julien never told Zane about Echo, or brought him with them - because at the time, Echo wasnt even functional. Wouldnt even turn on. Was nothing more than a lifeless shell collecting rust in the basement.

So how, then, did Echo become sentient by season 6? Great question! But uhh heres where the theory kinda starts to go off the rails. So buckle up, folks.

Basically the theory goes that when Zane died at the end of s3, his soul still lingered in Ninjago. And his disembodied spirit eventually found itself drawn to a vessel that was similar to the one he'd lost - one his father had built yet long abandoned. But his new body lacked the memory storage contained within his old one, and his resurrection effectively gave him almost complete amnesia. All he could remember was his name and his purpose (to protect those who cannot protect themselves).

Meanwhile, when Titanium Zane says hes a replica, hes actually completely right about that. Some fragments of his code left behind from his visit to the Digiverse gained sentience and inherited Zane's elemental power, creating the Zane we know and love today.

But the original Zane, the one that died fighting the Overlord, actually ended up becoming Echo Zane. Which then would have explained why Zane had so many holes in his memories after being resurrected, and why his sixth sense became much less active as well - he was only made from fragments of the real Zane's code, after all.

Now, as the big smart grownup i am today, i can look back at this theory my baby self had crafted and poke about a million holes into it. But...idk, i always feel nostalgic about this theory in spite of all that. Not just bc it was one of my first fan theories ever, but also bc it would have such fascinating narrative implications if true.

Like, the idea of Mr. E being Echo? Well, if we apply that to the concept of Echo being the Original Zane, then his hatred for Current Zane takes on a whole new dimension. It also gives me a lot of emotions about the whole Ice Emperor situation, as well as Zane's apparent discomfort towards his own statue.

And what kind of position does that put the rest of the gang in? If they had to choose between saving one or the other - the Zane who died for you, or the Zane who lives for you - which one would they choose? Could they choose? How long do you have to love a replica before it starts to feel more authentic than the original? And in that case, who becomes the 'real' zane? The one you love, or the one you lost?

Again. This theory has more holes in it than the Titanic. Cut me some slack, i was an idiot child and also a novice at making theories. But giving credit where its due, i do think it at least raises some interesting concepts. And Ive always casually wondered what would happen if it turned out to be true.

Like i said. Fanfic fodder.

#god i wouldve made that theory...what? almost seven years ago? damnnnnn #wow im so old #ninjago #destiny post

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al3zthecat-blog · 2 months

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I've seen takes about Shang Quinghua pressing the Return Home button (either on purpose or by accident) and I've also read takes where the System for some reason (a glitch or a new mission) sends both SY and SQH to the modern world. And they are great BUT.....

What if SQH pressed the Return Home option (I'm thinking on purpose, but you do you) and the System sent both back home.

Let's say that the System didn't give SY that option because he isn't user number 1 and it was up to user number 1 to make this choice. Only, because the System is such an asshole it conveniently disregarded to tell either SY or SQH this.

So SQH not knowing his choice would also affect SY (otherwise he would definitely use this to get SQQ to do as he says, like getting LBH to give him the best food 😂) decides that he will take his chances on the real world. I'm thinking that he does this in part because the System actually answered when he would wake up and told him that in the real world no time has happened or that he would go back before he spilled his ramen and electrocuted himself. The other part could be that he just panicked upon seeing LGY. Or maybe he never saw LGY and was able to explore and sightsee some of the wonders of the world he wrote about and decided that this was as good as it would get here, whereas now that he lived in a cultivation setting he had so much fucking material. He could even write the danmei version of PIDW thanks to Cucumber bro!

So he activates the return home function and proceeds to write SVSSS, only he changes the name of Peerless Cucumber to another dick joke to avoid getting sued, you know, just in case.

For his part SQQ/SY hears the System saying "Activating Return Home sequence in 3, 2, 1" and he proceeds to freak out, except of course he doesn't have time to properly freak out and/or say anything before everything goes black.

SY wakes up in the hospital, his sister found him passed out and proceed to call 110/120*. Because this is SY and he no longer can hear the System he proceeds to go in denial/repression. "Ah... It was all a dream of course" (and to be fair, this would be more of a normal reaction than how he immediately accepted he had transmigrated 😂).

Until some weeks/months/days!? (Knowing Airplane it was probably days) later, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky starts publishing an spin off/AU of PIDW named SVSSS.

Meanwhile back on SVSSS world either (and because I love SJ and he deserves a happy ending and because YQY also deserves a happy ending and I want these two to reconcile 😭 and what are fanfics for if not to write happy endings for everyone!?!):

SQQ'S body goes into a Qi deviation and SJ wakes up (resuscitates? I'm thinking the System grabbed his soul while he was deviating and put it into storage so SY's soul could occupy the body). Obviously SJ proceeds to FREAK OUT and runs away to CQM sect.

SQQ'S body just stops working. One moment he is breathing and the next he is dead. Somewhere out there SJ wakes up in a plant body (at some point SQH tried to bring back his favorite scum villain and gifted YQY a mushroom plant body with some precise instructions to care for it without telling YQY exactly what the plant was, because he believed if someone could bring back SJ it would be his soulmate YQY, but in case he was wrong better not tell YQY why or what the plant he gifted him was for)

SQQ'S body basically becomes brain dead. Technically alive, but since there is no soul inside the body it is as good as dead (SJ comes back with a healthy plant body and reconciles with YQY in CQM)

In any of these scenarios LBH will freak out, obviously, but in the case of scenario 1 he would have no reason but to think that this like the first time SQQ lost his memories, only now he recuperated many of them and lost the ones that involve LBH. So I guess the best option for a BingYuan reunion would be to go for 2 or 3 because LBH would be looking for SQQ|SY soul not SQQ|SJ (who is alive and safe in CQM sect) but I don't really care for this pairing soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️

Upon crawling out of the earth, SJ encounters YQY who immediately knows that this is Xiao Jiu, he would have the confirmation of what he already knew, that the other SQQ was not SJ. He still has no explanation to what happened or how SQH was able to return SJ to him, but he is glad and thankful to SQH.

SQH who has disappeared. Literally, his body did a Thanos snap and became dust or simply glitched out. Because SQH was never from this world. He was born in this world and given the role of SQH but his body is technically not the one of the original but supplanted it. Similar to a changeling only it was the System and he did this from the womb.

I don't know how it would go from here, kind of a dealers choice, if you want Moshang and BingYuan(?) HEA or if CumPlane HEA in the modern world. Or happy ending for Airplane who now can dedicate time to write whatever he wants because he already has SVSSS written thanks to the System and while that sells he can concentrate in writing other things.

#svsss #fic ideas #shang qinghua #airplane shooting towards the sky #yue qingyuan #original shen qingqiu #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #shen yuan #the system is fucked #Shang Quinghua returns to the modern world #*a quick search on the internet told me this is the equivalent of 911 on China #but I don't know of that is true 😅

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anemptypuddingcup · 1 year

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Hey! I love your work and I love reading it so I thought, is it okay for me to request either jealous Law or jealous Zoro x Fem!reader smut? Please and thank you!

-Oooh! I’m glad that you enjoy reading my works, it makes me really really happy to know that others enjoy reading my fics. I was prepared to write the moment I saw this. I wrote Zoro for you since I wrote Law yesterday and I need more of Zoro anyways. I kinda got swallowed into the fic and couldn’t stop writing honestly so it may be a bit long.

Jealous Zoro x Fem!Reader Smut.

Contains; Jealous!Zoro. Reader is unintentionally making him jealous due to her kind heart. (It’s probably Sanji, Luffy or even Franky.) Semi-Public sex. (They’re in a storage closet) Rough-ish sex. Zoro degrading you a bit- Reader is a bit oblivious to what’s going on- a warm and fluffy ending.

Roronoa Zoro tolerated much. At least when it came down to you. Even during the time he wasn’t with you, he had to endure not breaking someone’s jaw for just absentmindedly flirting with you. Yet now since you’re both officially dating, he can’t really bear to just sit around and watch his captain or crew mates talk to you all sweetly as if you weren’t someone else’s. He understands that Luffy did it unintentionally same with Franky, yet it was kind of weird seeing how they decided to do it more knowing that you’re with a certain strong moss-headed swordsman. He absolutely knew Sanji was doing it on purpose or it was probably the fact that he couldn’t sit down and keep his dick away from women for one millisecond when he saw one.

What made him even more angry was the fact that you were just- letting it happen, not even bothering to remind them that you both were dating. Watching from the sidelines began to make him assume that you liked their attention more than his, and he’s just about had enough of the bullshit. He didn’t mind Nami or Robin but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be on their case either if he noticed some weird behavior from them as well. All he could do was sit back and wait until the wrong thing fell out of someone’s mouth for him to get pissed. Sadly this morning had to be the morning where something decided to transpire, an early morning where he was already a bit grumpy and tired from birdwatching in the crow’s nest all night.

Walking through the kitchen, he didn’t expect to see you and Sanji mingling in the kitchen, talking about what you wanted for breakfast. Seeing Sanji’s lovestruck eyes staring into yours had ticked him off enough for the morning. You turn to Zoro and smile, happy to see him up bright and early for the morning. “Good morning baby, are you alright?” You asked, slowly getting up from your seat. Zoro walks over to you and grabs your hand, pulling you out the kitchen and away from Sanji. “Bye ________-San!~ I’ll cook your breakfast for you!~” You hear Sanji’s words fade out as Zoro pulls you along into the storage room. Closing the door behind you both, he shoves you against the wall making whimper in slight pain. “Z-Zoro? Zoro what’s wrong…?” You asked, pressing your hands to his shoulders. “What’s this about? Why do you let them- him out of all people talk to you like that, look at you like that!?” Zoro asked angrily, sliding a hand up your shirt. You grip his arm as he slides his large hand up to your body and through your bra.

He gropes your breast roughly while playing with your nipple, making you let out a soft moan. “Is that what it is? You like getting their attention or something? What about mine hm?” His hands runs over your body so roughly, gripping the button of your jeans so tightly before breaking it and loosening up your jeans. “Z-Zoro-“ You say abruptly, trying to get him to calm down. A thick and rough fingertip to your clit makes you let out a moan before you cover your mouth. “Filthy whore, a filthy whore is what you are.” He growls as he grips your chin. You shivered as his finger slides across your slit while your juices leaked out onto his fingers. “Z-Zoro please- h-hold on~” You whimpered, trying your best to stay quiet. Spreading your legs with his knee, he yanks your jeans down while he pulls his hard cock from his.

You turn away from him, peering at the door to make sure no one walks in but he holds your chin tightly and turns your head towards his. “Look at me, look at me. Don’t worry about who’s goin’ to walk in. Just look at me while I fuck this slutty n’ needy pussy of yours.” The looks in his eyes made you shiver from his determination and seriousness, he was genuinely angry about this. He holds on of your legs up onto his shoulder and keeps you pressed against the wall while he slides his cock against your slick entrance. With him slowly sliding into you, you let out a slight whimper followed by a gasp as he slowly slides into you. “Z-Zoro-“ He cuts you off by throwing his other hand onto your mouth, muffling your slightly pained moans. “Shh it’s okay, I’m almost in. Take it like the slutty girl you are~” He growl as he bottoms out into you. A loud yet muffled moan leaves your lips as you feel his cock kiss your cervix so deeply.

All you could do was hold on to to the wall for balance as Zoro slowly began to rut into you. His thrusts grew more rough while your pleasured moans spilled out of your covered mouth. Zoro slowly trailed his hand from your mouth to your neck, squeezing it tight just slightly. You presses your hand against his wrist but he demanded that you’d move it away. “Move your goddamn hand.” He demanded, his tone a bit dark. A strained whimper leaves your throat as he thrusts up a bit higher into you, aiming for your g-spot. A loud moan leaves you, you could care less about making any noise anymore. “What’s wrong? Don’t look like that now, you weren’t lookin’ like that when that shitty cook was flirting with you.” He says, a dark smile spreading across his face. “Z-Zoro~ P-Please~” You gasped as his thrusts grew stronger and rougher. “You like it when I fuck you like this? Like some cheap whore off fuckin’ the street?” Zoro says, disregarding your begging while continuing to fuck into you like a wild animal. You whined and felt your leg growing shaky while you began to lose balance, you couldn’t stay standing for much longer.

Noticing this, he removes his hand from your throat and wraps your legs around his hips before continuing, now chasing for his high. “Such a cute little whore, you’re about to cum aren’t you.” He breathes as thrusts grew more sloppy and frantic. “Z-Zorooo~ M-M’gonna- I-I’m g-gonnaaa~” You whined as as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Zoro chuckles, happy to see your little face as you took his cock so well. “My little slut gonna cum? You wanna cum?” He cooed before pressing a kiss onto your lips. You could barely muster up anymore words for him, only nodding in response to his question. “Speak t’me, I don’t take head movements.” He says followed by a little groan. You struggled to speak due to the pleasure but you let out a few words to please him. “I-I w-wanna cummm~ P-Please let me c-cum Zorooo~” You whimpered loudly as you feel yourself ready to burst. “Good girl, go on and cum around my dick f’me~” He presses kiss to you lips before finally continuing his rough yet sloppy thrusts. “Z-Zoro! R-Roronoa!~” You held on to Zoro tightly and throw your head back as your cunt gushes around his cock, an exhausted moan following afterwards. A groan leaves Zoro as he cums deep into your cunt, a little bit dribbling down your leg and onto your jeans.

A whimper leaves you as you held on to Zoro who was breathing heavily against your body. He stumbles a bit but keeps his balance while he still held on to you. Zoro peers down at you and presses a kiss to your head before nuzzling into your neck. You gasped as you felt him twitch inside of you before slowly pulling out, a trail of cum connecting from his cock to your cunt. “Roronoa.” You breathed, combing your fingers through his green mossy hair. “Hm?” He answers, not bothering to look up at you. “Why didn’t you just tell me before all of this..?” You sighed, out of energy and breath to move much more. You hear and feel him huff against you, probably from irritation. “Well you made me mad…what else was I supposed to to..?” He groans now looking down into your eyes. You sigh from his ignorance but press a kiss to his head. “You can’t tell me it wasn’t fun though…” He continued. You chuckle slightly as he sits down onto the floor still holding on to you. “You were just an angry little moss ball, weren’t you?” You giggle before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Zoro blushes before pulling you closer to him, peppering kisses to your face. “And I didn’t mean…all that stuff I called you. I was…upset.” He admits. You lays your head against his shoulder before yawning. “S’alright Zoro…S’okay…” You say as you grew tired. Zoro gives you another kiss before sighing out of relief.

He’s pretty sure you’ve gotten the hint by now.

-this one feels a bit out of place but I hope you like it Anon!

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece zoro #op zoro #zoro smut #zoro fluff #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #puddingcupanswers #puddingcupfics

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lonleydweller · 8 months

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Hi Dwell! Is it ok if I call you that? (Please let me know)

I'm the anon who requested brittle bones darling with scarecrow and riddler

(Which was amazing as I've mentioned before ♥️)

and I was wondering....

Could you write yandere platonic scarecrow and riddler (again..sorry 😅) with a teenager that they want to make their protégé / and or heir to their work/ villain persona?

Like maby they knew the teen in the past?

(PLEASE Take your time. Remember to stay hydrated and well fed and take breaks regularly your writing is improving so much! Your one of my favourite blogs ♥️♥️)

🥀Platonic Yandere Arkham Knight Riddler and Scarecrow with a teen protégé🥀

Of course!! Also don't be afraid to give yourself a proper anon name if you want! Assuming by your wording as well that this most likely a kid they snatched off the streets or someone else in this case! And don't worry, I'm probably overhydrated than anything else.

!Warnings!: this content contains, toxic family dynamic, platonic yandere trope, alluded kidnapping, controlling behavior, emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, gaslighting.

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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Riddler

●Welp hope you enjoy being trapped in a bunker full of strewn about scrap metal, machinery, robots, and random shit. An absolute mess. It's a surprise he can even meet your basic needs. Your room is most likely a small extra storage closet he emptied out. It's decent, probably the only clean part of the base, granted you're the only one who uses or maintains it. However you barely get privacy.

●He'll force you to be beside him for a good chunk of the day, berating you and lecturing you about topics you barely understand. Forcing you to help a bit with schemes. You'll need the experience after all if you are to take after him aren't you? Maybe if you do something right he'll give you some fatherly praise and encouragement. Otherwise don't expect much from him.

●Correction. You are going to take after him. There is no if. He fully expects you to do so and will drill it into your head. If you have any dreams, any aspirations, any careers you want, he'll shoot them down. Get that nonsense out of your head. No doubt you two get into shouting matches about this topic and the fact he's not your real dad.

●You're allowed very few personal items. A notebook, pencil, puzzles, rubix cubes, crosswords. Things that he believe will help challenge your brain. Maybe if you're lucky he'll gift you something you actually want. No electronics however. Under any circumstance. Nothing that allows you to communicate with the outside world. He isn't a fool.

●Oh, yeah, and he dosen't allow you outside. At all. He says it's for your own good. Which is debatable. All of this is. You should be grateful he didn't leave you on the streets where your brain would inevitably melt from the stupidity! Not to mention the various thugs, criminals, the bat, and other rouges that are just waiting to snacth you up. Really it's safer with him.

●He will absolutely look through your notebook, journal, or any personal belongings while you sleep. Looking around your room to make sure you aren't hiding anything.

●He has many precautions to make sure you can't go sneaking out and running away. Him keeping an extremely close eye on you isn't enough. His robots are stationed at almost every door, roaming around, camreas placed just outside the base, throughout the city, and more than likely a tracker on something you own. Say maybe a pair of shoes or a shirt.

●Overall you're stuck with a controlling, brash, overprotective, overbearing narcissist as a barely father figure.

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Scarecrow

●With Dr.Crane at least you get a proper decent room, and a home that's not full of tripping hazard. It's actually somewhat barren. Your needs are met all the same, but don't be mistaken, you're still surrounded by manipulation and villainy.

●He'll let you have more freetime compared to Edward. He'll show you bits of his work here and there. He wants to try and get you interested on your own accord, but he'll give you a nudge if need be. The more your young minds curiosity is peaked, the more he'll teach you about his toxins and work.

●It may seems nice, but of course it's only manipulation. After all if he forced you to do it, you'd resent him, resent his work. Once he was gone, you'd just move on as an adult. If he gets you interested at a young age, ignite the passion for fear in you and engrain it, you'd be more willing to carry on his legacy wouldn't you?

●You're mainly gifted books, art supplies, or other things if you request them and he's deemed you've earned them. However he's strict on electronics as well. Maybe if you prove you aren't going to run away or snicth on him anytime soon he'll give you a phone or laptop. It won't be able to connect to the internet and will be heavily monitored.

●He won't let you outside too much either. Unless you're monitored by him or his men. Even then you won't go far from his domain. He fears Batman or another member of the Rouges Gallery might snacth you up if they realize your association with him.

●He won't really root through your personal belongings unless he feels there a sudden shift in your behavior or some cause for concern. He trusts he's manipulated treated you fairly well enough to where you aren't scheming behind his back.

●He still has security in place. It's Gotham city, many things can go awry. Camreas here and there, thugs, maybe a tracking device if need be. If it really calls for it he'll get the help of the Arkham Knight and his army.

●He'll hides his manipulation under a calm, reasonable, and collected demeanor.

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clockworkt · 11 days

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This is a mini rant/hill I will forever die on, with supporting evidence! In recent years I've been seeing more and more Sasuke-doesn't-like-animals talk and I feel like people have forgotten the sheer number of animals Sasuke interacts with in the series. Like yes you could argue he got the summons contract with the snakes only because he absorbed Orochimaru (whether he would have gotten the contract on his own without getting it from Orochimaru is debatable), and you could argue he got the contract with hawks for utilitarian purposes only (they are a very practical summons and Sasuke is very pragmatic from childhood after the massacre). But I feel like everyone's forgotten his relationship with the ninja cats? Like I've seen no mention of them in so long and a lot of people who associates him with cats seem to only do it based on personality but like??? Bro literally deals with ninja cats in the manga (I don't recall if the scene where he does is animated, I own the volume but I have no idea what episode that would be).

And I didn't screenshot the panel where he mentions it (this is in chapter 354 for reference) but it's a munitions storage area for th Uchiha clan. Again, this is a practical association he has with animals (cats in this case) but like compared to other characters in the series one of the only other people with affinities/associations with so many different animals is Juugo. Naruto has frogs and foxes, but from my memory he does have specific established relationships with any other species. Kakashi has his dogs and you could argue wolves with his father, and Kiba also has dogs, Sakura and Tsunade have slugs and you could also kind of argue pigs for Tsunade because of Shizune, Jiraya has frogs, and Sai I wouldn't really consider his ink drawings as animals. Shino has beetles (as far as I remember it's one species of beetle?), Kabuto has Orochimaru's snakes, Itachi has crowd (and arguably the same association with cats as Sasuke but we don't really see him interact with them much, at least in the main series. I know there have been like side story gaiden released but I haven't read/watched them all oop). Who else has his range of species????

Sasuke is an animal lover and I rest my case, bro is a walking pet sanctuary waiting to happen his ass would absolutely occasionally walk around with a snake in his shirt while he's traveling and shit and I will hear nothing else!

(and I, an avid animal lover who has owned cats, dogs, fish, and frogs and very much wants pet snakes in the future have no reason to be biased towards him being an animal lover whatsoever)

#Naruto #Sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasuke is an animal lover #you can't change my mind #this is one of many silly little hills I will die on

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onepiece-fics · 7 months

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Perverted!Invisible! Sanji x reader smut

Summary: Both you and Sanji are perverted people, but you didn’t expect to enjoy him fucking you while he’s invisible as much as you do.

Warnings: Afab!Reader, creampie, and Sanji is invisible. Also spoilers for Sanji in Wano arc! This is my first ever fully written smut so it might not be super high quality, but I still hope you will enjoy it <3

Word count: 1285

Having dated Sanji for quite a while, his perviness was nothing new to you. Very few things he said or did shocked you, and in fact, a lot of it turned you on. The other girls in the crew couldn’t fathom it, feeling icky at the thought of having a partner like that, but that was very much not the case for you.

Both you and Sanji were quite experimental in the bedroom, having tried everything from basic bondage to things like exhibitionism (that ended horribly with multiple strawhats accidentally walking in on you fucking in the storage room). Nothing that Sanji suggested ever shocked you anymore. That is until today.

You’re straddling his lap as he sits on the bed in your shared bedroom. The sounds of your makeout session and panting fills the room as you start grinding down on him. He groans, and despite both of you being fully clothed, he swears he can feel the heat from your underwear from under your skirt. You break the kiss to lean your forehead against his as you grind against him further, cute little mewls escaping your mouth.

“Fuck… Wait, Y/N, I had an idea” Sanji says, his hand on your hip slowing down your movements and you let out a disappointed groan. You lean back and look at him expectedly, waiting for him to continue.

“I… I was thinking,” he pants, cheeks flushed. “I was thinking that maybe uhh… Maybe I could fuck you while in my raid suit… You know… Invisible and all” he says, gulping loudly at the end, clearly embarrassed. He mildly shocks you, you thought he didn’t want anything to do with the suit unless he really had to… But you do suppose this purpose does make sense for it. You shyly nod, getting excited at the thought of it.

He gives you a sheepish smile before pecking your nose and lightly shoving you off his lap. He goes up to his sock drawer to find the canister that he’d hidden in there. He turns to you before moving the canister towards his waist, triggering it to put the suit on. You watch the transformation, both impressed and disgusted at the technology at the same time. Something about Sanji in that suit is so unbelievably sexy to you. Maybe it’s the way it perfectly hugs his body, actually, it’s probably that.

When he’s got his suit on he gestures to you to lay down on the bed properly, and you obey. As he gets closer to you he takes his gloves off and lowers the mask before crawling over to you. You immediately pull your arms over his shoulders to bring him into another kiss, having missed his lips on yours, and you both moan into it.

His hand moves down to your chest, pulling your tank top down and lightly playing with your nipple. You moan at the sensation and raise your hips up towards him.

“Please… Sanji, I need you” you whimper. The chef swears he could cum just from that but he pulls himself together. He sits up on his knees, hands on your thighs.

“You sure you’re okay with this, honey?” he asks. You smile at him and nod. “Yes. Please just… Please fuck me Sanji” you buck your hips up toward him again and you can see his eyes go slightly blank before you can no longer see him. Your heartbeat picks up in anticipation. You know that he’s right there, but not being able to predict his next moves makes you more aroused than before.

You feel his hands moving to move your thighs upwards, bending your knees slightly, before feeling his fingers lightly circle your clit over your panties. You try to buck your hips to feel him more, but he moves away and you let out a frustrated groan of his name. The next thing you hear is the ever so quiet shifting on the bed before he moves your underwear to the side and his lips suddenly start sucking on your clit. You throw your head back with a loud moan and grip the sheets by your pillow. Two of his fingers soon join his mouth, reaching inside you to tease your g-spot with every pulsating of his digits inside of you.

“P- Please, Sanji. I need you inside of me, please” you beg. Suddenly his mouth and fingers leave you and you’re almost regretting it until you feel him bending your thighs back more. You feel how he teases your clit with his dick, using it to flick it back and forth, and you bite your lip and close your eyes. The anticipation is so much more intense when you can’t see him.

Before you know it, you feel his arms on each side of your face as he once again moves your panties to the side, and slowly but surely inserts himself into you. You feel his intense breath on your face and you can’t help but bucking your hips up at him again. You need him to go faster, and he complies. He kisses your neck as your hips are desperately bucking into each other, both of you needing a release.

“F-Fuck baby, you’re so tight for me” he groans into your chest and you desperately move your hands around to find his hair. Gripping it and pulling it lightly, Sanji lets out another loud groan.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum soon” he’s groaning, hips relentlessly bucking into you. You try to find his jaw, and when you do you pull him up towards you.

“Sanji kiss me, please” you beg him, and without missing a beat with his hips, he reaches up to kiss you. It feels so weird, not being able to see the man that’s fucking you, not being able to see his body on top of you, the flush on his cheeks, or the (assumingly) desperate look on his face. But it’s hot. As your tongue is playing with his, he reaches down to circle your clit firmly.

“F-Fuck! Sanji!” you exclaim, the kiss broken off as you throw your head back again. Your whole body is shaking and you’re seeing stars behind your eyes as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Nnngh” he groans as he finally comes to a stop. You can clearly feel the sensation of him pumping you full of his cum, and that alone is almost enough to get you going again, but you’re both all out of energy now.

Sanji carefully collapses on top of you, fully visible again. His head is on your chest and you’re both panting like you’ve just run a marathon. Your hands move to play with his hair as he closes his eyes. He really looks like he’s about to pass out, and you’re almost a little worried about him until he looks up at you and smiles sheepishly.

“That was kinda hot” you giggle and give him a kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you for trying it out, my love” he responds. He makes sure to give you a proper kiss on the lips before getting up to find something to clean up the mess between your legs with. He comes back with a clean towel and tenderly helps you out before helping you up.

“Would you want a bubble bath? Or just a quick shower?” he asks, holding you close to him.

“Mmm, I would absolutely love a bubble bath with you right now” you say before reaching up to give him a peck on the lips. You move to the bathroom that’s connected to your bedroom to start a bath up.

Sanji looks at you from afar in awe. He’s so lucky to have a partner like you.

#sanji #sanji x reader #sanji smut #one piece smut #sanji fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #sanji x reader smut #can u tell what k!nks i have through this LMAO #smut

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Sacrifices Were Made

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Chapter 1 - The Beginning of The End

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Have you ever wanted one of the daycare attendants? Both? Maybe even more? A gender neutral reader full of nerve and desperation steps into an abandoned Fazbear Entertainment Testing Facility with the express purpose of looting. As it turns out, this may just be way more than they bargained for.

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Warnings: Mentions of a Corpse, Robot Gore, Generalized Horror

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At last, they were finally here. Their car pulling into the empty parking lot, their eyes couldn't help but track over to the abandoned building before them. The damn thing was practically withering away before their eyes. An older building, mostly an eggshell white with windows smashed in or outright boarded up. The barbed wire fencing that once kept this giant sealed away had been removed only a few months ago. When Fazbear Entertainment abandons something, and I mean REALLY abandons something, you know. They'll pull themselves away all at once. The security was the first to go, and the fencing was the last.

Though Y/N was careful all the same, after all, when it comes to Fazbear Entertainment you never know what hellscape they've left behind. So, jittering with a mix of excitement and anxiety, they slid out of their car. A quick hand reaching out to snatch the bag they'd packed for this. A flashlight, extra batteries, a taser, and that was just the things on their belt. How else were they supposed to break in and make it out unharmed? They pocketed their keys and were fairly quick to wander over to the building. Upon closer inspection, their guess had been right. An open, broken window. Well, it's a good thing they wore gloves this time, right?

This has been something they'd been planning for quite a while, their mind on their target as they carefully slid themself through the window. Y/N's goal to steal equipment, parts, and otherwise useful robotics was going to be a tricky but worthwhile endeavor. Hopefully, this place isn't just full of junk, rust, and murder machines. If they're lucky, all the old bots will be out of battery by now!

. . . The flickering light that still seems to be intact at the end of this hallway is slowly crushing that hope, as that definitely means there's some kind of old generator in here, but Y/N isn't about to back down now, that's what the taser is for. Maybe if they find it and turn it off they'll have an easier time here? Perhaps?

Regardless, they need to be searching for parts, and this main area doesn't seem to have any of what they're after. This was probably the old lobby, so that's most likely fair. There has to be something around here that'll lead them to the storage rooms and work rooms, some kind of map? Walking up to the front desk, they start by searching there, as this is too big a place to be wandering about so late. The quicker they can get the materials they need to build the stars of their show, the better. There's a reason this old stuff is abandoned and it's not exactly laws against theft that's keeping it so secure.

No, it's about the robots. Those animatronics this company makes, there's just something wrong with them. They come out with new batches, always promising safety and protection, but that's never really the case. Sure, maybe the reports of problems have lowered but those that do come out about their experiences? They're always so graphic it really makes you wonder how Fazbear is even still up and running. Their eyes scanned through drawers. Most of it was all just useless paperwork, old employee names, and numbers. A few notes about buyers and dates. All entirely worthless to them- Ah, there it is!

They grabbed up a map from within the drawer. One of those big fold-out ones. This was probably a spare of some kind. I mean, buildings like this always have maps hung up somewhere right? They unfolded it, scanning their eyes over the paper, clearly excited. That's part of why they were here. All sorts of Fazbear buildings get shut down. All sorts of animatronics get abandoned and places are always left to rot with goodies ripe for the taking. Though Fazbear Entertainment had its greedy claws dug deep into the industry, definitely having the most establishments in comparison to its competitors. Why not dream, right? Though they struggled to admit it, this company made some of the most advanced models around. Which means where there's spare parts to grab, take them while you can.

Y'know, it's kind of weirdly clean in here? Things are turned over and old papers scattered, but there's no real graffiti or burnt spots. If not for the broken glass and thick layers of dust, you'd almost think this place was abandoned just yesterday. Mold is attempting to help nature take it back, but it won't yield just yet. It's not ready.

As They make their way down the unfamiliar hallways, they aren't getting that sick feeling in their gut that they're so familiar with, though the darkness clings to these corners all the same as it does all the other accursed walls that bear the brand name this one does, it is softer. The atrocities that almost certainly happened here, ones that will never see the light of day, are old ones. They aren't as gripping as Y/N is used to, not as fresh. The stains have had a chance to fade into the wallpaper and start to blend with the carpet. They can't help but hope that one day this place can know some peace. It's a nice change of pace for the first few rooms, peering in and finding quiet, somber areas where people used to find work. Maybe not passionate work, and not honest either, but good paying work at least. Though, they're only finding stray bolts and forgotten tools up here… They need to go lower.

After a fair bit of wandering, they finally stumble across a staircase leading down into this place's underbelly. For a moment they almost shiver. The lights flicker, the glow was so dull it might as well not even be there. They pull out their flashlight from the loop on their belt, flicking it on as they begin to wander down. Despite the thick layer of dust, it's not until they reach the bottom of this staircase that they realize something is…wrong. There's a thick set of metal bars here, the key card slot long since broken and the metal chewed on. It's as if some rabid animal was let loose in here. They were careful to unlock the door, pushing it open and shining their flashlight around. This is what they’d expected.

The walls have long since dried blood on them, deep claw marks buried into the walls, and tearing through what used to be some kind of brick. Whatever is, or at least was, down here is really something. The smell of mold and oil was prevalent. See, Y/N was crazy for even coming in here, but they weren't that crazy. They were quick to pull their taser from their belt as well. Remember, aim for visible electronics. There's no way the things down here could be in one piece. As they began to walk, the hallways and rooms only grew more and more upsetting. A few testing chambers presumably, tools of different kinds. Nothing of much interest until they found an old supply room. Sure, there were bones in here and the off-putting smell of rot, but the metal framework pieces were pristine.

They grabbed up as much good material as they could, from wires to endo parts. All of it went into their bag. As they scurried out past the body they could only mutter a quiet apology. It's hard to think of what could've happened down here. Still, they carried on, finding empty glass cages. All with their doors locked and too dark to see into, even with their flashlight. They almost reminded Y/N of display cases, and honestly? That only made their nervousness worse. What were they even working on down here? The papers outside these cells with information were mostly either ripped apart, soaked in blood, or outright missing. Something tells them that opening literally any of these cells would be a bad idea.

Stilling, they hear the dreaded sound of company that they had so desperately and so stupidly hoped they wouldn't be finding so soon. Y/N tried to pinpoint what direction the heavy, metallic footsteps were coming from, uneven motions that were laiden with clicks, snaps, and the sounds of dragging. Whatever they were about to find wasn't going to be nice to look at, and when finally figuring out it was coming from directly ahead, they took a dive under a desk and hoped to not lock eyes with it.

Taser ready and breathing quieted, Y/N pressed their back to the wall and tried to stay brave. They've done this before. They've dealt with this before. They can do this, they're going to be fine.

The tall, lanky robot was bent up and broken. It had a flickering white eye and a flickering red one, both faded. The wires hung out from its neck and between its joints, one leg stiff from rust as it limped forward, dragging itself on down the long hall. The rasping from its voice box made the uninvited guest in hiding cringe, and hold their breath. Even banged up, it's bound to be stronger, and they make a point to keep their taser level with its exposed knee as it passes by closer.

All at once the large bot slowed to a stop, an odd clicking noise coming from what Y/N assumed was its chest. A low hiss spilled out of the creature's mouth as it reached down. For a moment they could only freeze up, but upon a second glance, it seemed…blind? Even looking directly at them it didn't seem to react, odd faceplate swiveling a full 360. Though that thicker plastic was mostly melted and ripped to shreds. It let out another shrill whine as it lurched towards them. They stuck out their Taser instinctively and yet it didn't quite hit. After all, this thing didn't seem to even see them. It simply sat down, presumably exhausted from its walk here. A wheezing rasp, a death rattle, its noises didn't sound human. Almost like grinding metal and breaking bones.

It spoke, broken up and too garbled to be heard as Y/N stared at it. Those eyes not quite locking on anything in particular, its body making a move to perhaps sit back up. Yet it was quick to fall, a loud metal crash as it twitched unnaturally. Another attempt, and yet it only fell again. Its servos snapped and forced the thing to practically be moving all the time. Despite its damaged form and twitchiness. It's lack of body control. That didn't stop Y/N from feeling small in comparison to it. Its snarling and distorted laughter did nothing but upset them. It wasn't just broken physically, something was wrong with its pathfinding. It was searching for something, right? But what?

As it let out another hiss and finally brought itself back to its knees. It let out a shaking snarl before standing. It's footsteps in that odd pattern. The metal clacks, dragging, a shrill noise, and the cycle would repeat. They let out a shallow breath as it began to walk away. Their movements were slow and calculated as they slid out from underneath the table. Alright, if they're quiet and they just keep going this way-

“Don't,” the first clear word the creature had spilled. Though still fuzzy, it left Y/N reeling back. Their head turned to the sound. The seemingly blind robot wasn’t staring at them at all.

“Don't fiGHt me-” a low snarling almost barking noise spilled from it. One of its hands came up to almost tear at its own face as it stumbled. It's balance off.

“Moon- MoOn we n-neEd help.” It hissed still twitching and spasming unnaturally. The voice sounded exhausted. As though it's been unable to sleep for weeks- odd considering robots don't need to rest. That didn't stop Y/N from staring. Help? It wanted…help? How much of a detriment to their health would it be to even get close to that thing? It's clearly unstable, damaged beyond recognition, and probably aggressive. It's tearing itself apart quite literally. Still, at the very least its endoskeleton could be used for parts. So with a shaky breath in they stared the stumbling creature down.

They were quick, having done this countless times before. Their anxiety made their hands shaky but their body moved faster than they usually could. That's the funny thing about adrenaline, isn't it? It always makes you just a little faster. They ran towards the beast, hearing it snarl and twitch unnaturally. It's clawed hands digging into the walls and damn near climbing them. Aim for exposed wires, aim for exposed wires, aim for- and with that. Their arm was thrust right into its exposed chest cavity. The robot screamed, bending at unnatural angles to get away and yet still Y/N persisted. After a good few seconds, the monster would finally crumple into a pile. The smell of burnt plastic, smoke, and what was certainly some kind of rot seemed to hug its body. A thick unholy blanket of nasty smells.

God, was this even worth it? Probably not. This thing was probably going to choke them out in their own home. One second they'll be sipping their coffee, the next? BAM! DEAD! This was honestly the worst idea they've ever had in their entire life and they've clearly had some pretty shitty ideas. Well, if they're going to be following through, they better do it right. Let's see how heavy this thing actually is.

With a lot of struggle and an immense feeling of relief at the knowledge no one was around to see them embarrass themself trying to get this mass of smoking scrap metal up the stairs, they start to pull it up one step at a time. With straining arms and light flailing when they nearly topple and lose their progress a few times, Y/N fights for their LIFE to heave it partly over their shoulder and drag it to the window. It took some careful calculations and a bungee cord from their bag to get the bot up and over the windows edge, but all in all, they managed! With little damage to their own body and a whole robot scavenged, the first hunt appears to be a success.

They'd have carelessly tossed the thing in the back of the van if they could pick it up easily enough to do such a thing, but folding it up and standing there for a moment to catch their breath was gonna have to do. At long last, our lovely Y/N can return to the dumpster fire that they call home with their first project on hand! Isn't that exciting? It seems their dreams aren't all for nothing after all, at least not yet!

The beat up old van they had been living in before finding out they inherited the trashed, empty warehouse they are now sleeping in took them all the way around to the garage area and into the vast, dusty space therein. It was with a whine that they drug the bot out to a table and popped open their toolkit. Y/N is SO not sleeping in the same building with this thing if it's still got arms and legs.

A few quick alterations, the unplugging of a few wires, and a couple of bolts unscrewed had the limbs popped right off, finally allowing the tired ex-mechanic a well deserved break. Today has been long and tonight will be longer. Y/N never was one to wait when they got excited.

As per usual, ramen for dinner and a cold bed to crawl back into. Maybe for some that would sound bad- maybe for Y/N that would usually sound bad too- but with this new robot, how could they be upset? They had something to do with their hands at long last. They’d probably start with removing it's melty plastic coating first thing tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds like it’ll be a good way to start. Perhaps giving the animatronic a bath. Was treating it like some weird stray dog a good thing? Probably not. But that wasnt going to stop them from doing it.

Over the next few weeks they would work tirelessly, cleaning, replacing metal bars, rewiring, casting new molds, reading coding and attempting to fix some of it. This thing was damaged beyond belief, remaining in some sort of idle or rest mode the entire time. As it turns out, there wasn’t just one of them either. Behind that faceplate of theirs was a slot for memory and personality chips. Though they’d expected just the one they were quick to find two. An empty slot between both little cards as if they were missing someone caught Y/N’s eye but they just pushed the thought aside. From the ground up they’d rebuild the first body and create a matching one just for the both of them. This little blue chip had the name Moon on it, so why not decorate the second body with stars right?

After what was surely actual months of work, at last! Their magnum opus! Two well painted, put together, and hopefully functioning animatronics were sat up on their table. They were absolutely stunning, they only needed some work done. Now look? They didn’t look even half as creepy as they originally did. Honestly, if Y/N could they’d give themself a pat on the back. They actually turned out pretty cute, if they did say so themself. Finally, the moment they’d been waiting for. They were careful to flick a few smaller switches inside both animatronics face plates. A little clicking and whirring as their cores powered on was all Y/N needed to know, they should at the very least turn on. They were careful to push both of the animatronics faces shut and wait. And…wait.

And wait.

Just as they were about to reach out and open those faceplates right back up, two sets of eyes snapped open. A set of blue and a heterochromatic set of red and blue. Both sets were glassy, almost like doll eyes, and all at once their mind fell quiet. Ah, it’s finally dawned on them. They just brought two Fazbear Entertainment robots into their house and gave them functional bodies! This…this is going to end terribly, they can already tell.

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