#Don’t point your magic bullets at yourselves!

[officialancer]

i used to be just like you, then i took an arrow to the knee

I took a spade to the knee once! Then I realized you were supposed to shoot them the other way.

#Don’t point your magic bullets at yourselves! #Bad idea!

[reverieblondie]

I really like the shy s/o headcanons you did. If I can, I’d like to request hcs of Haarlep, Gale, Halsin, & Astarion (& anyone else you might feel like adding) w/ a s/o that’s almost always cool and collected (sort of like a kuudere).

Thanks! 💜

So I am unsure If I didn't go cool enough or if I went to Kuudere for this request, but I really enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!

Gale

Gale isn't exactly sure how to explain why his heart stirs when he sees you, it just does. You could be reading quietly by the campfire or cutting down enemies, but he always has the same thought when he sees you: Elegance. Your stoic demeanor and how you carry yourself with such grace have been swirling in his brain since your first meeting. You could be covered in any amount of filth but you will still have that keen look in your eye and speak in such an articulated fashion that to him it sounds like poetry, though you know it's not. Posed and a cool tone always the same, Gale finds a certain comfort from being around you. It's kinda nice he's always close by. Sure, he can be a dork, but Gale feels things so deeply, a thing you wish you could relate more to. Though with Gale you find that a part of you is becoming softer, it's mainly directed towards him but it's an improvement. Gale admires you and you think he deserves to be as equally admired and you don’t mind being that person for him. It only will lead to him falling for you more. 

You and Gale were enjoying a moment together in his tent. It had become something like a ritual that at the end of the day as everyone settled into their tents Gale would read aloud a book to you or anyone else who wanted to join. Tonight, however, his tent only had one guest, you. As Gale read his eyes flicked up toward where you were sitting beside him listening intently. You two had found yourselves in the position before on other nights, but tonight was different. You were quiet and so close, in fact from how close he could smell the subtle sweetness that laces itself to your skin. Always so elegant, even now with your hair slightly disheveled from the day. Sitting so patiently for him to continue reading. Gently, Gale brushes the hair back, his fingers grazing you so delicately. Looking at the text you see his smile as he slightly leans in, you follow his lead without a second thought. Forgetting all about the story and relishing in the passionate kiss. You were both happy nobody joined you two for the story that night. 

Gale is always showing you his appreciation in any way he can. Making dinner for you and the rest of the camp. Reading to you and recommending books. Teaching you what he knows about magic, turns out he's a great teacher. You just want to be able to show your appreciation to him, you can just kiss him or go to his tent later and show him what he means to you ,but you want to work on expressing yourself. You were helping him prepare dinner for everyone, as he cooked and would look over at you he would have that same sweet smile on his face. It’s time to express yourself and dig deep. “Do you know how much you mean to me? You are wonderful, and…I’m happy to be yours.” Hours later Gale was still giddy from the sudden phrase. 

Though you try to express your love for Gale through words like he so often does, sometimes words just lack the way you truly feel for him. That's how you two often end up in this situation. Gale with a fist full of your hair bites his lip as he watches you through lidded eyes. He's cummed twice now but you're still down there sucking and licking on him, overstimulating him for more. Though he's completely flushed, you're still looking up at him with those keen eyes as cool as always. On the inside your body is a flame of want, but you know how much he loves your elegant lips wrapped around him. Don’t worry it's your turn after he gives you one more…

Haarlep

You drive them crazy…You're so calm and collected at all times, despite their teasing and taunting you never give anything away. Harrlep wants you to break, they are desperate to be the cause and are very open about telling you this. But you always keep your cool demeanor. It's become a game for them, to be the one to have your resolve tremble down to lust. You on the other hand find their want oddly amusing. Typically games like this don’t interest you but the amount of time Haarlep devotes to you, the way their hungry eyes rake over you does make something in you stir…Maybe one day you will let their game progress, but it will be on your terms, for now, they will have to be pleased with your smiles as you leave them hanging. The chase makes it all the better. 

They had grown tired of the game as they watched you ramage around the House of Hope looking for whatever artifact you needed this time on your adventure. Haarleps fiery eyes watched as you were browsing around not even turning to share a glance with them. Haarlep had tried it all, whispering filth in your ear, running their tail up and down your back, hells they even tried ignoring you back but nothing worked in making you want them. Now here you are alone with them and still nothing. Their irritation grew till they finally cracked. Grabbing your arm Haarlep spun you around to grab your chin “I don’t take kindly to be ignored.” they growled right before they brought their lips to yours and kissed you. The kiss was raw and passionate, their heated lips made you feel like you caught an instant fever. Haarlep had to hold your weight as your limbs turned to jelly. A sudden rush in your lower stomach was tempting you with depraved thoughts of more. They tasted like the finest wine you could indulge in forever if you wanted to. As they broke the kiss and looked at you expectantly for any kind of reaction; hate, want, anything to tell them you felt anything at all. Haarleps eyes widened at what they saw and their lips spread to a delighted smile. Your eyes doe like in a breathless expression with the tinting of red to your cheeks. You were blushing because of them. 

After defending Raphael Haarlep was free to do whatever they wanted and what did they decide to do? Join you on your adventures, though the relationship between you two was never defined exactly you knew that deep down you were theirs, your soul be damned. Haarlep was always waiting for you and though they would play it off as just for fun you saw the way their eyes would soften when you emerged to your room. Though, sometimes you felt like Haarlep was putting on a show for you at times. You want them to be comfortable and not have to perform for you. “No games Haarlep…Can I please just hold you?” When you first asked this Haarlep seemed confused by the idea of cuddling, but as they laid their head against your chest to have you then softly you wrapped your arms around them. Haarlep lays there in your arms silent, the only noises are the soft sounds of your breathing and the thrumming of your heart. This intimacy…stirs something within them…

Haarlep is always the one to take the lead in your relationship, you figured they liked the feeling of control. But after they made a teasing comment about you needing to be more aggressive with what you want, you took it to heart, and they were so happy you did. They were getting drunk off it, your moans leaving your swollen lips as they held your wrist in their warm hands. You bounce up and down on them, taking them in so deeply. You're delicious as you tighten around their cock so close to coming undone but holding back. Your eyes are watching Haarlep so intently, it's strange they rarely ever get raddled during sex but with how you are looking right now they might be the ones to come undone first this time…

Halsin

You're different compared to others he has encountered. Halsin is so used to people becoming nervous or giddy when he is around, some disdain him, many are eager to befriend him, and then there are others wanting to bed him. But you? You never give anything away to how you might feel…well that was the case till he figured you out. It was a simple praise, he thought nothing much of it as he told you how good you were. The way your cheeks glowed red as your eyes stayed to his…it was a slight crack to your shield and he wanted more, he wanted to watch you blush and be the reason for it, he wanted you to feel better and have all the praise you deserved. Halsin would praise you every day just so he could witness your flustered features. Halsin figured out how to get past your shields and despite this usually being something to mortify you, it was instead a welcomed change. It's odd feeling vulnerable to another person but Halsin is a gentle soul, he will treat you tenderly.

Halsin had invited you out on one of his typical hikes through nature as the others visited the nearby town. Halsin being a druid preferred nature to make him more relaxed and you preferred being around Halsin so it was a win-win situation. Halsins soothing voice and calm dementor always put you at ease, though today as you walk closely to his towering figure something deep within you stirs. You come to an abrupt stop and he follows looking down at you curiously. His hazel eyes took you in then smiled softly, it made your heart skip and you finally knew what was happening to you. “I think I want to kiss you.” You say bluntly. Halsin looks at you surprised then smirks, “You think, or you know?” You stare at him, not breaking your gaze, “I know I do.” Halsin opens his arms out to embrace you, “Then come here.” His voice purrs. You place your hands on his wide chest and let him take the lead. The kiss was slow and intimate and tasted like honey.

Halisn is a giver, he is always bringing you gifts like flowers, fresh ingredients, rare stones, and his favorite showering you in praise till your cool dementor falters and you blush like an idiot. You want to do something for him, give him something that you know he would enjoy. After much consideration and time, you had the perfect gift. You approached him very casually with it hidden behind your back. Halsin, not being a fool, knew something was up when you were already blushing and he hadn’t praised you yet. When you finally revealed it he felt his heart squeeze. A poorly made wooden duck, “You make it look so easy…” you say simply and he can’t help but laugh, the rest of the day he told you how to properly make a wood carving. It's now become your favorite bonding time.  

Lovers in the past have always been so ravenous when it came to intimacy with him. Scratching, Biting, just being rough in general. You, however, treat him as if he were made of glass, blushing softly, cooing, and caressing him tenderly. Halsin has seen you in a fight, you are forced to be reckoned with, but in the intimacy in his arms, you are blushing and sweet. You speak every honeyed praise that comes to your mind as he goes down on your drinking in your release. Your voice in pleasure is becoming his favorite song these days. 

Rolan

When he first laid eyes on you he immediately thought you were one the coolest people he’s ever seen. It was right after a fight, your teammates were cheering and hollering as you all came into the grove, and you walked in the background watching your ragtag group. Then your eyes met his. You didn’t wave, or smile, you just simply gave a nod towards him. Cal and Lia swear they have never seen Rolan blush so much, of course, he denied it, but on the inside his heart was racing. After that day he found himself wanting to have you think he was as impressive. Lucky for him you did find him impressive, not only because he was a talented wizard but because he was an ambitious dreamer. You admired all he did for his family and found yourself lightening up every time you got to talk to him. His rich voice always made your head fill with stars despite your cool outside. As a couple you and Rolan are almost inseparable, you're always there to be his calming present and he brings an extra spark to your life. He might think you're the cool one, but in your eyes it's him.   

Rolan had done what Cal and Lia deemed impossible, he managed to ask you out on a date finally and was successful. A sunset stroll through the city was the plan and it was going well. Rolan was putting on his best confident demeanor as you listened to him intently, your bright eyes watching him carefully. Gods, how he loved your eyes, hair, body, and lips. Rolan felt his palms getting sweaty as he kept glancing at you. Each time his eyes landed on your perfectly kissable lips. He wanted so badly to just grab you and kiss your lips, stealing a taste for him to hold onto forever. Though his stuttering and nerves were getting in the way of that, he wanted you to think he was cool and collected, a perfect match for you. He can’t just grab you and kiss you!  Tail swishing around irritatedly, he is chastising himself to get a grip on his emotions and to stop staring at you so desperately. Then feels his collar being pulled and suddenly your lips are on his. All of Rolans resolve leaves as he grabs your hips and deepens the kiss to one of desperate hunger. Backing you up to the closeted ally he wraps his tail around your leg as his tongue pushes into your mouth finally tasting you. Breaking from the kiss to catch your breath Rolan accidentally lets a whimper slip from his throat. “You…kissed me, why?” You shrug, “I figured you wanted to considering how you kept staring at my lips.” Rolan groans, “You must find me pathetic…” you touch your hand to his cheek and kiss his lips again, “No, I think you're just passionate. Makes me want to be more like you.” Rolan felt the blush creeping to his ears, it was the best date. 

Rolan worked so hard it was something you both admired about him but it also made you worried for him. He just worked so hard to provide for his family. You wish you could do something for him to help, but pulling him away from his desk is often an impossible task. He was in his study for what might have been hours now. Entering his study you saw him scribbling away, it wasn’t until you cleared your throat that he looked up. In your hands a tray of his favorite meal he had mentioned his adoptive mother making for him Cal and Lia as kids. He was a bit shocked you remembered him talking about the dish. Placing the tray down you cooed at him to take a break. And as he smelt the food he found that he was incredibly hungry. As he ate you undid his hair and scratched your nails on his scalp. Lending down you told him to join you for a bath and he of course couldn’t deny you.  

He just couldn’t help himself anymore, watching you handle everything effortlessly, always acting so cool…he needed you, now… His buckle was gently knocking against the shelf, your head leaning back against him as his breathy whines rang in your ear. Hard thrust drives his cock deeper and deeper, the tip nudging against your sweet spot. Then he brings his tail in and your cool demeanor melts away and you're a moaning crying mess. Rolan brings his hand to cover your cries…His hot breath pants in the shell of your ear, “Keep it down…The customers will hear you…” Nothing makes him feel more confident than feeling you come undone… 

Wyll

If Wyll had to pick anyone to follow blindly into a fight it would be you. You're smart and tactful, you keep a level head despite anything. Wyll sees you as the perfect definition of a leader and he would follow you to the hells if you needed it. Though if anyone asked you the same question you would answer that Wyll makes the better leader with his kind-hearted nature and determination. Despite you being quiet you find that with Wyll it doesn't matter, he can carry the conversion easily for the two of you and it wouldn’t even get awkward. You two just enjoy being around each other, you bring out the best in each other. With Wyll you are more gentle and he helps you see the world in a less harsh perspective. with him by your side you find yourself understanding and experiencing more emotions you didn't think you ever would. With you around Wyll finds fulfillment, if someone like you sees him as someone you want to be with maybe he is not as worthless as he once thought. You two are each other's perfect complement.

After a time of getting to know one another and being each other's closest confidants, Wyll knew it was time to take the relationship in a more serious direction. Wyll Imagined your first kiss would be underneath a canopy of stars. Alone so he could share all his feelings for you that he hoped you would reciprocate. Everything changed though when you took that arrow to your shoulder, mere inches away from your heart. Shadowheart had patched you up and now Wyll was here devotedly at your side listening to you chastise yourself for being careless and already planning a counterattack on the enemy camp. Reaching out carefully Wyll grabbed your hand to bring your attention to his gentle face. “Today I thought I would have lost you. In our adventures, I know there will be times when one of us will get hurt, maybe even killed. Please let me show you the depths of my affection before I am ever able to.” “How will-” “May I kiss you?” surprised you and gave a nod, with your permission Wyll gently dipped down to your still body and kissed your lips softly. His lips were as soft as you imagined they would be. 

Wyll from the moment you meet him you always think of him as the most self-sacrificing and selfless person you have ever met. He would give the shirt off his back for a stranger if need be. But after watching him long enough you noticed how he carried heavy loads and pushed himself so thin, and when he thought no one was looking he would wince and rub his neck. He needs to be shown how to treat himself better. In his tent he was resting his sore muscles when you walked in, a bottle of fine-smelling oil in your hand. “What-” but you are quick to cut him off “You have been neglecting yourself, let me rub this into your skin. Halsin says it's good for healing, now shirt off.” his cheeks warm, that same matter-of-fact nature he adores. The rest of the night was spent gently massaging all the knots and aching pain from his muscles…and talks of your futures after this adventure. the plan? You two staying together…

Your skin was so hot against his lips, every sweet whisper from his lips made your once stone-like body shake. The party's leader, always so composed, until underneath him… “You look perfect, here…and here…” As Wyll mumbles his praises he kisses every one of your scars tenderly, worshiping you in a way you didn't know you needed. Words die in your throat as he goes lower and lower till his lips are wrapping around your sex and you feel his tongue licking against you sloppy…Is this what it's like being worshiped by another? 

Astarion

When first meeting Astarion he was not so impressed by your cool and collected demeanor. Everyone at the camp had their quirks and then there was you, like a perfect impenetrable wall. Of course, He thought you had something to hide and was determined to get to the bottom of it. First getting through your walls was a challenge, he tried flirting and intimidation tactics but found that they didn’t make you stir in the slightest. (when in fact you know you would go to your tent after those conversions holding your hand to your chest like your heart was going to explode, but he didn’t need to know that.) It wasn’t until he stopped his facade and was more honest that you started to open up as well. Over time as he found out who you were and you found out more about him the two of you became fiercely protective of one another. Definitely a stranger to friends to lovers situation. In fact, on your first date you didn’t even realize it was a date till he told you. You were odd and not always easy to understand but for the first time in a long time he wanted to have real intimacy with someone and you wanted to let down your protective walls. 

You had gotten to him today with your bluntness, of course, he played the whole thing off like he didn’t care but inside he did and it was eating away at him not knowing why. It's late, the time of night that no creatures stir, well only one kind of creature does…his kind. You're asleep on your bedroll by the fire as per usual. You always sleep next to its warmth, Astarion figures that's what you crave like most creatures, warmth; something his cold body could never provide to you. Astarion shakes the thought, why would he even think of holding you? He doesn't even like you. Your damned aloofness pisses him off to no end. But as he is about to leave your slumbering side, you reach out and touch him. Your heated skin warms his icicle-like fingers, he half expected you to wake and recoil, but you didn’t you seemed to be eased by it. Your plump lips parted slightly as you dream. Slowly leaning down he keeps his crimson eyes on your face, completely unaware of the danger you are in. This is where he bites your neck and drains you of your blood like the monster he is. But instead, he brings his cold lips to your warm ones and kisses you. After a moment he comes back to his senses and pulls away. As he looks down at you now there is just the slightest curl of a smile to your lips. Sweet dreams he supposes.  

Astarion, usually so charismatic and open to say anything he wanted, had seemed to be rather reserved lately. Now you are usually one to never notice these changes in people but when it comes to Astarion you couldn’t help but notice those subtle shifts. It was late, but you knew he would be up, you went into the tent he had been reading and immediately started to put on his cocky dementor when he saw you but you just ignored it and sat next to him. “So why do I get the pleasure of such a late night visit darling?” looking through his short stack of books you pick one that seems the most interesting to you, open it then speak, “You have seemed off, so this is me being here for you. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, and I will leave if you would like.” you turn to look into his eyes “but spending time with you always makes me feel better so I am trying to do that for you.” Astarion seemed shocked but the confession for a moment before he gave you that rare soft smile. The night was spent in silence with you reading and he laid his head in your lap. Your warmth was exactly what he needed, but he wasn't ready to confess that yet.    

“Bite me…” Astarion looks down at you, your neck exposed and flushed, the slightest sheen of sweat causing you to glisten in the candlelight. He feels his gums itch above his fangs…he wants to feed from you…but would you think him a monster after? Insecurities and anxieties swirl in his mind. You two had just started getting intimate with one another…would this turn out to be too much for you, for him…Then a soft touch to his pale skin brings him back, “Star…Only if you're comfortable, but know I trust you. I just…I want to give you everything I can.” Your words are so calm, so confident in him, he loves it, feeling so safe with you. Leaning down slowly he Kisses your neck before sinking his teeth in. Your body tenses for a moment before you're lulling into the saccharine of pleasure. Breaking away he licks your running blood from your neck as he looks down at you. Please know…that he loves you, endlessly.

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[moviestarmartini]

Since you are open to writing about Brahim 🤭imagine Jude being a third wheel and always hanging out with you and Brahim, like the guy is never at his house 😭😭

three, that's the magic number! - brahim diaz x reader x platonic!jude bellingham

warnings: none, pure fluff. headcanon/bulleted format.

OKAY HE WOULD LOWKEY BE LIKE “i want what these bitches have” BUT LET ME NOT GET AHEAD OF MYSELF HERE 

now playing... the magic number by de la soul

you’d heard of Jude but came to meet him in a dinner Brahim had organized with him and Arda. 

you’d noticed the way Jude stared in awe at the two of you whenever you interacted, even if it was just Brahim taking short glances, his face softer than ever. 

it started off with Brahim asking if you could pick up Jude on the way to training, not wanting the younger man to take a taxi there again 

the way the three of you could start a conversation and flow felt nice, singing along to some songs that Brahim had queued.

Jude often asked what the songs said, or what a word either of you said meant. you found endearing how he was really trying with spanish

Jude then started getting dropped off at your shared place to be driven to training by you two— getting all pouty when Brahim was the one driving, not you.  

“Is this what abandonment feels like?” He would joke, but still wished you the best on your way out to work. 

then it was the fact Brahim took it upon himself to teach the englishman the do’s-and-don’ts of Madrid. 

you took Jude everywhere, all your favorite spots, doing your best to avoid large crowds to not draw attention to yourselves. 

“You’re in luck, she’s the best tour guide ever.” Brahim bragged about you to Jude, as he did to anyone who would listen.  

he was just so so proud of every you know and done, he can’t help himself. 

you knew a lot about the historic places you saw even when just passing by car, telling Jude every detail and fun fact you had in store in that brain of yours.

he listened attentively, also noticing the way Brahim would look at you with the tiniest smile behind his lips.  

“See? I’ve got myself the smartest cookie. Eres la más inteligente de todo España, mi habibati.” Brahim would coo after you were done explaining, reaching to cup your face and stroke your cheekbone with his thumb as you nodded slowly, cheeks flushed. 

soon, however, candid pictures of you hanging out were released to the public. 

the reactions varied from people adoring the pair you and Brahim made and how tall Jude was compared to the two of you but always followed behind as if he was your child. 

by that point he’d already taken your flat as his favorite hang out spot, more often than not you found Jude playing FIFA or board games with Brahim after coming home from work.

“Get a room.” Jude would complain at your cuddling and kissing, Brahim brushing the spiky facial hair against the length of your neck only to hear the giggles that made his chest swell 

“Jude, you’re the one who’s in our room.” you deadpanned with a yawn, the two men bursting down in laughter. 

but at the end of the day, he felt like another member of your family— just like abi Arda did, but that’s a story for another day. 

and you were so glad Brahim could reintegrate back into the team flawlessly. 

at one of the games you sat in the VIP balcony at the bernabeú with a good chunk of the players— all out on injuries, including Jude, who went straight to you as he noticed you walk in. 

you two commented on the game as if that was your actual job, feeling every second and emotion. 

you also noticed how Jude looked at you every time you celebrated Brahim doing things right— it could only be described as admiration.

 Jude had to leave when the game was itching its end, having to stand with the other injured players, leaving you with Denise.  

you introduced yourself quickly, and you noticed how she perked up. 

“Lovely to meet you, but can you give me my son back? Or do I need to pull out some adoption papers for you two?” she laughed, soon telling you how much he talked about both you and Brahim, and the relationship you shared. 

you couldn't help but laugh, "Really? I think I have a pen in my purse, hold on–" you joked, but feeling proud... why? because everyone could clearly see how much you loved Brahim.

and they could also see, clear as day, how much he loved you too.

#ik i need people to see our gospel and notice how PRETTY brahim is #brahim diaz #brahim diaz x reader #ALSO YES OPENING THAT TAG BECAUSE I MIGHT USE IT IN THE FUTURE #also this could definitely take a smutty route but we'll see later on 👀 #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼✽ — writing !

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Nights at the Circus: Part XXV

Loki and Wanda don't make your rendezvous point, and Pietro thinks the two of you should move on alone. Is it worth it if Loki isn't by your side to help you uncover the secrets of your past, and possibly redefine your future? Is a future even worth it if Loki isn't there?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: none Word Count: 3.1k

“Loki! We need to go! They’re coming!” 

Wanda was frantically trying to keep her spell in focus, but once the alarms sounded, her concentration almost immediately dropped, and every red tendril to emit from a camera disappeared in a blink.

“Norns,” Loki growled. “We could survive a jump out of the window from a few floors further down, but how would we get there?”

Wanda looked at Loki, biting her lip as if considering something. “I can make things hover…maybe I could do it for myself and for you?”

“Is it something you’re versed in?” he asked frantically, ducking behind the desk with Wanda as sounds of pounding on an exterior door echoed through the room. The alarms seemingly got louder, making Loki’s brain vibrate within his skull. 

“No!” replied Wanda. “Never tried it before.”

“Wonderful! Let’s do it.” The last thing Loki could see before taking a deep breath and attempting the Hail Mary move was your body sprinting out onto the street, ducking in and out of the streetlights, and heading southward, towards Times Square. 

“She’s made it--”

Wanda, voice raised, shoved his back as sounds of bullet fire rang out, adding to the stressful noises already chiming about the room. 

“--Loki! Look out!”

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“Y/N, we’ll miss the train,” Pietro moaned as he pulled you along as much as he could, attempting to drag you away from the position you hadn’t moved from in fifteen minutes.  Loki still hadn’t arrived, and now, police sirens were echoing from down the street and over, heading seemingly towards the Tower. 

“No! Maybe they had to take cover! Maybe we could wait until the first train in the morning?” you suggested. 

“Don’t you think they will wonder where we are and why we are missing? They will tear this city apart looking,” he insisted. “We cannot stay here tonight! We need to move. We can still make the train if you let me carry you!”

“No!” you shouted (a little too loudly you were beginning to attract attention from a few people hanging out in an alley nearby). “Not without him!”

Pietro grabbed your shoulders and looked you intensely in the eye. “My sister is back there too! They would both want for us to go on, like we said, remember?”

You felt hot tears gather behind your eyes, and before you knew it, you were emitting little bursts of steam as the drops began running down your face. 

“Your sister won’t die,” you replied. 

Pietro shook his head. “Please come with me now,” he urged. 

Looking back at the Tower, where clearly some action was picking up pace, you swallowed. 

“They will not just send him back,” Pietro promised. “The UN would have to be informed, there would need to be hearings. You will see him again!”

You weren’t sure if you cared to trust the speedy little European boy at this moment. What could he possibly know about UN procedures, or Loki’s probationary terms? 

“Let’s GO!” he coaxed one more time, holding out his hand. “We can barely make the train if I carry you,” he repeated. 

Sighing and taking one last look up at the Tower (just as the searchlights were turned on), you boosted yourself onto Pietro’s back, and you found yourself at Port Authority before you knew it. Just a few seconds before the northbound Amtrak departed, you and Pietro hopped aboard and made yourselves comfortable in the business section, the only car that had no one else in it at this late hour. 

“How far will we even get?” You asked, slumping down in your seat on the train. “Our magic users aren’t with us. You run fast. I make fire. Will that be enough in case we set off some trap?”

Pietro shrugged. “We have three hours to decide what we want to do,” he said. “Once we arrive in Albany, it will be two in the morning, and we can find a place to spend the night and see if we can contact them.”

You looked out the window, your stomach feeling like it was full of rocks as the city pulled away behind you. The Tower was only visible for a few moments before it fell behind your vision, but it still looked as if some active shit was going on. You took a deep breath and faced forward, taking the curtains and drawing it. Pietro nodded with approval. 

“My sister is good with her powers,” he insisted. “And your God is creative. They will meet us, I think.”

“I admire your optimism,” you replied, pushing the little button on the side of your seat, making it lean back. 

Your companion shrugged. “Not optimism so much as hope.”

“Aren’t they the same?” you asked. 

“Hope is playing pretend,” he replied. “It makes you feel better, but it’s what you believe inside.” 

“Well, that certainty makes me feel better,” you grunted, turning away from Pietro and back towards the window. 

“Hope is stronger than optimism,” he added. “Optimism can change when you find proof, but hope can go on as long as you want for it to.”

“Thanks, Mr. Fortune Cookie,” you scoffed, not in the mood for wisdom. “But I’d much rather have him in front of me right now.”

Pietro sighed. “Well, he will be soon,” he answered. “Maybe we should rest while we wait for Albany.” 

But when Albany approached through your window, you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, nor had Pietro the Hopeful. Your eyes were wide open, your brain on autopilot as you watched the trees and stars rush by in a blur. You disembarked onto the platform, making your way into the main atrium of the station before sneaking off toward a corner. 

“We sleep here?” you suggest. Pietro shook his head. 

“On these benches?”

“Well, where would YOU suggest?”

He threw up his hands. “That we find a hotel room? One, maybe with a pair of beds?”

You groaned a little too loudly. “If they are looking to catch up to us, how the HELL will they find us in a hotel room in the capital city of New York State? I’m not moving from this building until  they find us.”

Pietro sighed and indicated a bench along the wall nearby. “Fine, how about here?”

“That will have to do,” you agreed, moving with your traveling partner over to claim the bench for yourselves. 

“Loki must have a strong will to stand up to you,” Pietro mumbled, a mite of exhaustion in his tone. “Women are exhausting.”

“It’s the other way around most of the time, actually,” you replied, stretching your legs out in front of you and crossing your ankles. “And put a cork in the misogyny or you’ll be picking toenails out of your teeth.”

Pietro looked to you and frowned. “I think that was spoken like a real Avenger.”

You cocked your head. “Excuse me? What does that mean?”

“These bastards who would poison me and shackle my sister, trap your lover and make you so unhappy…you are becoming a soldier the way they want for you to be.” He looked out ahead into the empty atrium, which, being covered in marble walls and floors, echoed every little sound the two of you made in the dim light. 

“Okay, so I wouldn’t really kick you in the teeth,” you admitted. “But what choice do I have? Or Loki? Or any of us?”

“That is the game they play,” Pietro said bitterly. “I know I would rather not be housed in the building that is owned by the man who’s family murdered mine.”

You knew the story, and how it was the Stark Corporations’ shells that destroyed Wanda and Pietro’s parents, leaving them orphaned and on edge for most of their lives. 

“If I had my choice, my sister and I would go home,” Pietro admitted to you. “I will never be their soldier, and neither will she.”

“Well, Loki has a life sentence,” you said softly. “It’s either being sequestered in the Tower like Rapunzel, or his darling father lopping his head off up there somewhere,” you added, pointing upward. 

For the first time, something exceptionally tragic occurred to you: Loki will never be free. 

“No good comes from S.H.I.E.L.D.,” said Pietro with defiance. “I will not attack them. That would put Wanda in danger. She will not attack them. It would put me in danger. But I will die before I fight a single fight for them.”

You looked out the window, the night sky clear and black. “If he is sent home or killed because of this, you may go after your sister and try to get out of the country. I will cover you,” you decided. 

Pietro looked at you with concern. “What do you mean by this?”

“If this fails in any way, I want you to run for it,” you said. “No more dying or making noble sacrifices for my stupid choices. And I mean it.”

Pietro nodded. “Very well, but we aren’t failed just yet.”

“There’s that Maximoff optimism again,” you joked half-heartedly. 

He shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. “Hope, remember? Not optimism. Optimism needs proof.”

Pietro tried to let himself drift off, but you remained awake for another hour, staring off blankly into the middle distance, wondering if going forward would even be worth it, without Loki at your side. After all, he was the one who’d encouraged this. He was the one who thought learning about your history would bring you new strength. Without Loki, why even bother returning to New York City at all? 

“Pietro?” you asked, softly. 

“Mmm?”

“If they aren’t coming, let’s not go back,” you said. “Let’s just go our separate ways and never go back to the Tower. You can return to Europe. I might find my old troupe, or maybe I would move to Santa Fe and open up a restaurant or something.”

Pietro grunted, half-awake. “I am waiting for my sister,” he replied with defiance. 

Breathing regularly, you shut your eyes and tried to send yourself to sleep with the notion that Loki would want you to run and live life on your terms. The idea of a small apartment entirely to yourself, away from circuses, drama, and magic, was peaceful enough that, after nearly two hours of trying, you finally found some modest slumber. 

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The dream plane unfolded before you, only this time it was nothing but indigo emptiness around your body, drifting up and over your form like a fog. The last time you were here, Loki had pulled you in through your slumber with his seidr. This made your heart pound in anticipation.

“Loki?” you called into the black. 

No answer, and your voice reverberated off into the far distance, creating a golden path leading on. 

“Loki?” you repeated. Still no answer, but a quick emerald green twinkle flickered from beyond the golden road, making you gasp and pick up your feet to follow. 

The green flicker taunted you, only increasing the distance as you tried to approach. But this HAD to be a good sign, right? Loki was trying to send you a message? Or…was this just a random dream? After all, it wasn’t as if Loki couldn’t sweep you into a garden paradise or onto a lush deserted beach if he wanted to contact you in your dreams. Why such an abstract, almost haunting, location?

“Are you here?” you stopped, confronting the green star. “Is this Loki trying to tell me something? Hello?” The anxiety was building in your voice, and you were sure it wouldn’t be long before you broke down. 

The green orb flickered and began gravitating back towards you as you stood awaiting its approach. “Please, speak to me,” you whispered pleading. “Is he alive?”

The silent orb continued moving until it began to pass through your chest, sending warm, pleasant waves of feeling up and down your body. Your hair turned to yellow fire as you closed your eyes and received the orb. 

You saw the briefest flash of ice-blue eyes blink out at you from behind your eyelids before the sensation of falling sent you back to the Midgardian plane.

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You jerked awake, and the first beams of sun were coming in through the windows. More people were milling about the atrium, although it was still only a few business people in suits, catching the earliest commutes possible. No one looked like they were from S.H.I.E.L.D., and thus, you were still safe. 

Pietro was sitting beside you, fully awake, several empty snack wrappers littered (literally) at his feet. 

“Good morning,” he said quietly. “Sleep well?”

“Fuck no, did YOU?” you quipped. 

He shook his head. “Of course not. I ran around the city all night just to keep my mind busy.”

“I see.”

“I had to douse your hair once, by the way,” he added. “You know you catch fire in your sleep sometimes, yes?”

You shook your head. “My sheets are all fireproof now,” you confessed. “I had a….weird dream, is all.”

Pietro nodded, kicking a balled up piece of plastic at his feet. “I ate already. One of the many symptoms of being fast like me is you are always hungry.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at the silly sight. “I imagine so.”

“Now it looks like that place may be open for business,” Pietro indicated a coffee shop at the other end of the satrium, where an employee in a blue apron was lifting the ropes off of the line and switching the ‘closed’ sign to ‘open.’ “So you won’t have to break open a few vending machines like I did.”

Coffee sounded great (and destroying public property did not), so you got up and went to go stand in the line that was already forming in front of the counter. Pietro did not go with you. 

Your mind was floating some ten miles above your head, but your ears could pick up the soft mutterings of conversations taking place around you in line. Right behind you, a woman was talking to her partner about some exciting news story from the City.

“...they don't know who it was, but police suspect terrorists!” “How did terrorists get into the Avengers Tower?” “Doesn’t matter. I heard Thor kicked their asses right out the door. But the building took a little damage.” “I bet they have some secret weapon stashed in there!”

You wanted to know more, but they dipped their topic of conversation away, and you couldn’t just ask them to let you keep eavesdropping, so instead, you got out of line and went to report back to Pietro, who was on his feet, waiting for you. 

“I just overheard something!” you said excitedly. “They don’t suspect--”

“--look!” Pietro pointed toward the windows overlooking the track. Beyond the track were a few rows of houses facing east, toward the sunrise. Beyond the houses, you could barely make out two little bursts of red and green energy, almost like Christmas fireworks. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, jumping into Pietro’s arms as he let out a relieved laugh. “That HAS to be them!” 

Pietro let you go, and was grinning. “Now, Firebird, I am optimistic.”

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The signal had come from behind a small cluster of trees within a playground park (thankfully, it was early enough in the day that no children were interested in playing, and no one was walking by cared to see the two adult-sized figures just loitering about near a slide, no children, no rhyme or reason to be there, or so it seemed. 

You and Pietro fought the urge to just have him throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and run you over to where the sign was being raised. Instead, you behaved like normal people, so as not to draw attention. 

“It sounds like they managed to slip out without being caught,” Pietro mused. “Whatever happened, they haven’t been implicated.”

“Those ladies in line said Thor is being credited with stopping some kind of terrorist organization,” you reiterated. 

“His brother is a good man,” Pietro noted. “He keeps his word.”

“We’ll have to be sure to bring home a lot of pop-tarts and booze,” you added. “We owe him.”

The park was small, still coated in shadow thanks to the sun yet being higher than the treeline behind the lot. You spotted them first, Wanda sitting on the bottom of a large metal slide, looking around cautiously. Behind her, a more familiar figure was leaning against the ladder, casually kicking up wood chips and drawing circles with the toe of his boot.

Your hair ignited, and your skin ran hot as you couldn’t help but run, a wave of complete and thankful relief surging over you and guiding your pace. It was all you could do to stop yourself from calling out his name. 

He barely had time to register the fireball running into his arms, sounds of sobs rippling as you threw yourself into Loki’s chest with enough force to slam him back against the ladder, forcing an “oomph!” out of him before clamping his strong arms around your shoulders. 

“We didn’t know they hired more security,” Loki replied, trying to keep his own tears at bay in order to be the strong, even-headed man you needed in the moment. 

“You asshole,” you whispered between sobs. “I thought they had you! I thought you were a dead man! Don’t ever do this to me again!”

“If it weren’t for your thunder brother, we would probably not be here,” Wanda added, Pietro finally rushing the final few yards to embrace his sister. 

“He was brilliant,” Loki agreed, nuzzling your neck and brushing your sparking hair aside just to re-acquaint himself with your scent, sighing in pleasure. “He heard the alarms and came crashing in to distract the guards.”

“Shh,” you said, putting a finger on his trembling lips. “Now, you’re the one shaking.”

Loki looked down at you, nothing but relief and joy on his face. “We didn’t think we would see you again. I’m thankful I get to look upon your beauty another day, Firebird.”

You drew Loki into the deepest, more passionate kiss you’d ever given another being. You nearly choked him when you wrapped your desperate arms around his neck, and he lifted you into his arms, your feet leaving the ground. 

It was up to Wanda and Pietro to stomp out the smoldering embers you’d created with your feet as you’d run up to your beloved. “Maybe we should find a place to rest before we move on, yes? It has been a hard night for us all,” suggested Wanda. 

Pietro nodded quickly while you and Loki ignored them both and continued holding on to one another for dear life. “Yes, please, before the Firebird burns down the park.”

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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lessons 13-15

Series Masterlist

Y’all know what’s coming up next, time for some *~buildup~*. So I’ve decided to forgo my usual bullet point system for the next two parts in the series so it’ll just be a full fic chapter style thing. Anyway, enjoy the prelude to the angst!

MC was comfortable.

They were sprawled out on the floor of Lucifer’s study, folding and crinkling old bits of paperwork that their father had damned to the shredder. Bean attempted to swat at the loose paper, only to flop onto his back. MC giggled and scratched behind his ears, the kitten batted at their hand in response.

Lucifer was doing paperwork, though he was getting quite distracted by the antics of his child and the cat.

Finishing up their paper snowflakes, MC unfolded them and hummed to themselves. The snowflakes turned out much better than that line of paper people that they had accidentally decapitated earlier.

“Tadaaaa!” MC chirped, holding up the paper snowflakes.

Lucifer looked at them, then chuckled and shook his head. “MC, I know it’s winter up in the human world, but it’s not down here. Why are you making snow themed decorations?”

“There’s no sun in the Devildom, it’s always a little cold out.” MC replied. “So it’s gotten me in a snowflake-y mood.”

Lucifer smiled slightly as he adjusted the paper orchids on his desk. MC had attributed their skill in paper crafts to their plethora of Mother and Father’s Day gifts they had given to their other parent over the years.

“What are you working on now?” He asked as he continued to absentmindedly work through the mountain of paperwork.

“I need to make something for Beel.” MC sighed. “I made him a pizza slice craft… but he ate it.”

“Perhaps this time you should make him a Fangol ball.”

“Yeah… that might be best.”

MC had offered to help out their father with anything involving the exchange program, any questions or improvements to be made, any issues that needed to be solved, and things that could be done to make future students more comfortable. Things were going well, but not every bit of work Lucifer was doing involved the exchange program, which left MC to play with the cat and the loose paper.

“Do you need help with anything, father?” MC asked, rolling onto their back and holding Bean above them.

“Not yet, MC.” Lucifer replied. “Most of your work here is done anyway.”

“Hmph, that sucks.” MC pouted. “I like helping you.”

They caught the ghost of a smile on Lucifer’s face after they said that.

“It’s nice that someone in this house does.”

They continued to play with the cat, Bean ended up getting his claws stuck in the carpet, MC had to help him out, Bean returned the favour by attacking MC’s poor defenseless hand.

“MC?”

“Yes?” MC looked up from their battle with Bean.

“What was your life like in the human world? I assume it wasn’t common knowledge that you’re half demon.”

MC giggled a bit. “Kind of boring, it’s much more exciting down here. Back in the human world I couldn’t exactly practice my magic without needing to explain to the insurance guy that the reason the windows are broken is because I wanted to move the remote closer to me without getting up.”

“Hm.” Lucifer smirked. “Laziness gets you nowhere.”

“I know. But at least now I can move things without breaking anything I don’t want broken.” MC smiled as they used their magic to move their father’s coffee mug a few inches to the left. Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

MC felt their hair get ruffled and their glasses moved slightly off their nose. “What about you, father? What was life like without me?”

“Well, it wasn’t boring.” Lucifer replied. “Just ever so slightly less chaotic.”

Bean lost interest in the game and rushed out of the room to yowl angrily at one of the vases in the library or hallway. According to Lucifer, those artifacts came with the house and were insanely cursed. Bean appeared to be offended that he wasn’t allowed to knock the objects off of the table.

MC took a quick breath and steeled themselves to ask a question they had asked a dozen times before. “What about the time before that? Like when you were in the Celestial Realm?”

Lucifer stiffened in his seat. “Why do you want to know about that?”

“No one really talks about it, and I want to know.” MC frowned, but did their best to shrug as casually as they could. “I also want to know about Lilith, no one ever talks about her.”

“Just wanting to know isn’t a terribly good reason for digging up the past.”

MC bristled at his dismissive tone, every time they had asked about that time he had avoided answering. They ground their teeth as they responded. “Well, this is my family too, I deserve to be a part of it.”

“What does knowing about the Celestial Realm have anything to do with being a part of the family?”

“Because I’m the only one who doesn’t have any memories of it!” MC finally snapped. “Even Satan has some of your memories and I have nothing! I’m being left out and it’s not fair!”

Lucifer looked up from his paperwork and glared at MC. “Watch your tone.”

They looked away and muttered something under their breath.

“Speak clearly, MC, I don’t have time for mumbling.” Lucifer said, his patience rapidly draining.

“I said you sure keep a lot of secrets!” MC growled, getting to their feet and crossing their arms. “You won’t tell me why the Grimoire is downstairs, you won’t tell me anything about the Celestial Realm or the Celestial War, you won’t tell me why I’m not allowed to go in the attic, you’re keeping so much from me!”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that you don’t need to know about any of those things?”

“I don’t need to but I have a right to!” MC felt every single one of their insecurities rise and bubble in their chest. “You don’t trust me, do you? That’s why you won’t tell me anything!”

“MC, calm down.” Lucifer growled.

“No!” They snarled. “You’ve been keeping me in the dark!”

Lucifer slammed his hands on his desk, cutting them off. MC almost flinched at the sudden noise, the silence that followed was deafening as they stiffened their posture and felt their hands curl into fists.

“Take a walk, MC. You’re being ridiculous.”

MC opened their mouth to speak, to yell, to scream about the unfairness of it all, then closed it. What good would it have done? They turned on their heel and stomped out of the study.

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Time heals all wounds, doesn’t it? Not this time considering Lucifer and MC were still upset at how their last chat ended.

Mammon, Asmo, Beel, Satan, Levi, and MC were lounging around in the living room. It was time for the monthly repainting of everyone’s nails, and MC was getting their turn.

“You have to take better care of your nails, MC.” Asmo tutted. “Clean them more often, file them, take those vitamins I recommended,”

When Asmo was lecturing someone, it was always very much a: ‘nod and make random affirming noises every once and a while’ situation. Mammon snickered at MC’s predicament.

“Don’t think you’re exempt!” Asmo held up the nail clippers at Mammon. “Your nails are filthy too!”

The two began to bicker, MC rolled their eyes and moved over, their nails were still half finished. Satan let out an explosive sigh and closed his book.

“Another day in paradise.”

“Paradise Lost, you mean?” MC teased, Satan scoffed and rolled his eyes.

The formerly average bickering of the second and fifth borns had slowly begun to escalate to their usual game of ‘who can make the other cry first’, a game which Asmo was defending champion of.

“Would both of you dummies CRAM IT?!” MC turned and snapped, the two ignored them and their shouting only grew in volume. “I don’t even know why I try.”

The two’s fight had shifted from words to throwing things, nail polish bottles, the nail filers, the clippers, pillows, mugs, the coasters, nothing was off limits. A wayward nail polish bottle hit Satan in the head and ended up spilling all over his pants.

“You two…” Satan growled. MC shifted away from Satan and got closer to Beel, Satan had been progressively getting more and more irritated as the day went on, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!”

Satan leapt off the couch which resulted in Beel dropping his massive stack of pancakes onto the floor. MC suddenly felt significantly less safe.

“Beel, it’s okay, we can make more really quickly.” MC offered, gently patting him on the shoulder. Beel looked from MC, to his poor pancakes, then let out a mournful sigh.

“I’m hungry…” he mumbled, MC leaned their head against his arm.

“We could order in from Ristorante Six if you want!”

The entire time that conversation was taking place, Satan, Asmo, and Mammon were in the middle of killing each other. Levi rolled his eyes and shifted his position in the armchair, the sounds coming from his 3DS got louder as he tried to drown out the fighting.

“Tsk… stupid normies.”

Finally fed up, MC shot up from their seat. “WOULD YOU IDIOTS SHUT UP?!”

The creaking of the door to the living room opening caused everyone to freeze, Lucifer..? No… not him.

Belphegor pushed open the door.

As casual as could be, he grinned and gave everyone a wave. “My dearest brothers, oh how I’ve missed you…”

Everyone stood in complete and utter silence as Belphie casually strolled into the room, he surveyed the mess and let out a giggle.

“Geez, don’t fall over yourselves to welcome me home.”

“…Belphie?” Beel took a few tentative steps forward, then rushed forward and scooped his twin into a back breakingly tight hug.

“Hello to you too, Beel,” Belphie’s smile could have lit up the entire Devildom as he gave Beel a few light pats on the back with his one free arm. “You guys could learn a thing or two from him.”

“Y-you’re supposed to be up in the human world, what are you doing here?” Asmodeus finally piped up.

“Well, I wasn’t actually in the human world. I was locked in the attic.”

“What?!”

Everyone with the exception of MC expressed their shock with a variety of cursing and confused exclamations. MC looked down at their feet and clasped their hands behind their back.

“I’m out now,” Belphie gestured to himself. “Obviously. And we have MC to thank for that.”

MC was now the centre of attention, they felt their face burn with embarrassment. “I-I u-uhm…”

“Speak up, MC,” Everyone whipped their heads around to see Lucifer standing in the now open doorway, his posture was stiff but his expression was completely murderous. “What exactly is Belphegor talking about?”

Their heart hammered in their chest and their ears began to ring. Shit… shit… this wasn’t supposed to happen this way… MC’s ribs seemed to constrict and tighten with guilt as their heart continued to race.

“Oh fuck off,” Belphie scoffed. “You know full well what I’m talking about. You’re the one who locked me up there!”

“Lucifer…” Beel growled. “Is that true..?”

“Yes!” MC finally found their voice and met their father’s stare. “It is true! I found Belphie stuck in the attic over a month ago.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed dangerously as he shifted his gaze to Belphie. “And the attic is where he’ll stay.”

“Like hell!” Belphie spat. “I’m not going back up there.”

“Do you really think you’re in any place to defy me right now?”

“He’s not going back into the attic, Lucifer.” Beel practically snarled.

The air cackled with tension before MC spoke up again. “Father, can’t we just talk-”

“Stay out of this, MC.”

MC felt the tips of their ears redden as they clenched their fists and stepped up next to Beel and Belphie. “No.”

“MC-”

“No!” MC growled. “Why should I listen to you?! You haven’t told me why you took such bullshit measures to keep your own brother locked up in the attic and lied to everyone about it! What gives you the right to tell me what to do?!”

With one final glare shot over their shoulder, MC, Beel, and Belphie stormed out of the house, leaving the other five brothers behind.

Taking into account Beel’s much larger height and amount of strength, it was a miracle MC was even touching the floor while the trio sped down the street. Belphie was completely elated, taking extra time to walk ahead and point things out.

“Ahh,” Belphie sighed, resting his hands behind his head. “It feels so good to be free…”

“I’ll bet,” Beel smiled softly at his twin and ruffled his hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Beel, shush. None of this is your fault.” Belphie tutted.

MC kept their eyes trained on the ground, a ball of guilt beginning to form in their gut. Was this the right thing to do? Run away? What were they going to do..?

“MC?” Beel asked as he suddenly lifted them onto his shoulders, MC squeaked in surprise and scrambled to adjust their balance so they didn’t topple over. “You okay?”

“Ye… yes Beel.” MC took a breath before beginning to giggle. “I’m okay.”

“So uh…” Belphie looked around. “Where are we going to go? I don’t have any money on me.”

“Neither do I,” Beel mumbled. “And I left my DDD back at the house…”

MC thought for a moment, then brightened and pulled out their DDD. “Purgatory Hall! Luke owes me a favour, and there’s no way he’d turn us away.”

“Whose Luke?” Belphie asked.

“MC’s best friend.” Beel replied.

“He’s not my best friend!” MC sputtered, nearly dropping their DDD while in the middle of crafting the text to the angel. “He just owes me a favour after I saved him from those stupid lesser demons…”

“Oh, okay then.” MC felt Beel subtly shake his head to Belphie, who snickered.

Soon, the three were crammed into Luke’s room at Purgatory Hall. MC had been there and stayed over dozens of times before, but the near constant smell of baked goods that permeated throughout the entire dorm hall never failed to make them drool. It seemed that Beel was having an even worse time with the amazing smells, he was staring off into space with a long string of drool dangling out of his mouth.

Luke folded his arms and tapped his foot as he tried to unsuccessfully scowl at the three. The angel had just recently come to terms with MC’s parentage but clearly wasn’t ready to host two full demons in his temporary home.

Simeon on the other hand was quickly looking from Belphie, to Beel, then to MC as if trying to glean the details of the entire situation from their facial expressions and posture alone.

It wasn’t difficult to see that MC wasn’t doing terribly good. The realization had finally fully sunken in and they were anxiously fidgeting in their seat.

Belphie seemed the most calm out of the group, he was leaning back against the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world, if the ottoman were just a little bit closer it looked like he might have kicked his feet up.

“So,” Solomon said, absentmindedly twirling a string of bright purple magic between his fingers. “What’s the story here?”

“Family drama…” MC murmured, their eyes unconsciously flicking to look at Belphegor.

“Family drama that was both caused and solved, by you, MC.” Belphie chirped. “I haven’t thanked you for getting me out of the attic yet, have I?”

MC knitted their eyebrows in confusion. “I never got you out of the attic… I haven’t gone up there in over five days…”

“Then…” Belphie said slowly. “What opened the door?”

Now that was a question that couldn’t be answered by anyone in the room, which left the group in quite the awkward spot. In the end it didn’t end up mattering too much, Belphie was just happy to be out of the attic, and even though the trio were technically in hiding, he was just glad that this was all on his own terms.

Beel and Belphie took some time to catch up while Luke and MC played crazy eights. MC was beating him, but Luke didn’t plan on surrendering any time soon. The half demon continued to fidget and twitch throughout the game, their heart and mind racing despite the complete lack of nearby threats. Luke took notice and also began to fidget.

“I…um…” Luke mumbled and looked away. “Are you… are you and Lucifer okay?”

MC pursed their lips and gave him a half-shrug. Luke hadn’t exactly taken the news that Lucifer was MC’s father very well… for a while he refused to even look at MC properly, and when Lucifer found out about how upset that was making MC… Luke was lucky MC was just sad and not angry.

Even Luke with all his ‘demons are awful and evil’ talk, no one could deny that Lucifer cared about MC a whole lot.

“We’re um… I don’t know.” MC finally replied. “He’s mad at me… I’m mad at him… y’know…”

Luke chewed on the inside of his cheek and nodded, awkwardly giving MC a quick pat on the head. “It’s okay, MC. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

Giggling slightly, MC returned the head pat, their spirits rising slightly. “Gasp! A chihuahua petting someone? This is amazing, call the news stations!”

“Hey!”

After silencing Luke’s yapping and agreeing that he was in fact an angel and not a chihuahua, MC found themselves leaning on the doorway to one of Purgatory Hall’s balconies. Belphie stood with his back to MC, leaning on the railing and letting the wind gently ruffle his hair. He had a serene smile spread across his face as he took a deep breath in.

“Belphie?” MC asked, padding over to look over the railing next to the Avatar of Sloth. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just enjoying the fresh air. The attic got really musty after a bit.” Belphie replied, another gust of wind blew past, making MC shiver. “It’s nice…”

“Well, enjoy it all you want, because you’ll never be stuck up there again!” MC chirped, but their cheery demeanour faltered as thoughts of the rest of their family entered their mind.

Belphie opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. His eyes narrowed as he stared blankly ahead for a few moments. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as his now analytical gaze moved to MC. “You miss them.”

The comment wasn’t framed as a question, more a statement with the slightest tinge of disbelief. MC looked up at him and nodded. “Of course I miss the others. The reason I got you out of the attic was so we could all be together. I didn’t want the reunion to be like… like this…”

A smirk made its way onto Belphie’s face as he held out his arms. “Does someone need a hug? It sounds like you need a hug.”

The teasing tone almost immediately made MC roll their eyes, but they stopped themselves. They really did need a hug… they rushed forward and wrapped their arms around their uncle, the soft cardigan cushioning their face. Belphie slowly patted MC’s back, his hands slowly rising until one rested right between their shoulder blades, he then stiffened. MC felt him suddenly suck in a breath of air, but his arms remained wrapped around MC.

“Belphie..?” The half demon asked again, shifting their head to look up at him. He was staring straight ahead, almost like he didn’t want to even look at them.

“You…” Belphie whispered. “You care about them… don’t you..?”

MC felt the hand resting between their shoulder blades tense ever so slightly as it rose to the back of their neck.

“Of course I do, you guys are my family.”

Belphie stood completely frozen, MC slowly began to unwrap their arms from the hug, but Belphie remained rooted in place, and the hand on the back of their neck prevented them from fully leaving.

“And they…” Belphie gulped. “They really care about you…”

The two stood completely frozen in silence for God knows how long before Belphie let out a shuddering breath and practically collapsed into MC, the hand that was formerly against their neck was now cradling their head as he gave MC a hug so tight and suffocating that MC was worried their back might break.

“I’m sorry MC… damn it I’m so sorry…” Belphie whispered, pain and regret lacing every single word while MC could only knit their eyebrows in confusion and gently pat him on the back.

“I-it’s not your fault, Belphie, everything will be fine, okay?”

MC felt Belphie shake his head as he released them from the hug, his expression was a crude mixture of glassy and downright horrified.

“I don’t know about that, kiddo.” He rasped, he slowly reached a hand out and ruffled MC’s hair, before giving them a half-smile. “But thanks anyway.”

That odd interaction lingered in the back of MC’s mind as the day progressed. The complete radio-silence from the HOL had been the front runner in MC’s growing list of worries. Why hadn’t anyone tried to call them? Or go after them?

Luke being the sweet friend he was, invited MC to bake with him. The delicious smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies didn’t exactly soothe MC’s anxieties, in fact, they only worsened when the sound of shouting made its way into the kitchen.

“What’s going on up there?” MC said as they stared up at the ceiling.

“Maybe it’s-”

The hairs on the back of MC’s neck stood straight up as a massive magical shockwave slammed into the two. This wasn’t any ordinary magic, it was ancient, and much more powerful than anything MC had ever felt before. For the first time in their life the little voice in the back of their head wasn’t screaming at them to fight and prove their superiority, it was begging them to surrender. To run and hide and pray to whatever would listen that whoever set off that magic wouldn’t find them.

Thousands of years worth of demonic instincts went ignored as MC rushed out of the kitchen to go see where and what the source of the magic was. Their blood ran cold when they reached the top of the staircase and saw exactly who was standing there.

He had clearly just shifted out of his demon form a second prior, the golden glow in his eyes had just begun to dull when his gaze landed on MC.

“L-lord Diavolo…” MC stood completely straight and still, they did their best to suppress the shudders that wracked their spine while they were in the presence of the Crown Prince of the Devildom. The very idea of addressing the demon that stood before them with any kind of disrespect or even camaraderie was completely absent from their head.

Diavolo’s gaze softened ever so slightly, but that provided no comfort to MC as every limb in their body seized up.

“MC,” He nodded in greeting. “I’m glad you’re well.”

Feeling slowly began to trickle back into MC’s arms, but they didn’t dare move from their spot. “What are… um… what happened?”

“Well,” Diavolo began. “Belphegor being out of the attic is the main reason I’m here.”

“Y-you knew about that?” MC sputtered.

“Yes, and after someone let Belphegor out of the attic I needed to make sure he didn’t do any damage.”

“Damage..?” MC mumbled. “What do you mean damage?”

Diavolo sighed and took a few steps closer to MC. “I take it you know Belphegor opposed the exchange program, right?”

MC nodded.

“Do you know why?”

MC hesitated, then shook their head. “No. No one told me.”

Diavolo looked away from MC, his forehead creased in thought before he eventually shook his head. “You’ve done a lot for your family, MC, you took on a burden no one asked you to take, and that’s very commendable. But it’s time you let the adults handle things, alright?”

“Alright?!” Any lingering traces of fear completely vanished as MC clenched their fists and stared down Diavolo. “This isn’t fair! Belphie hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“While free, Belphegor poses a threat to more than just the exchange program.” The shift in tone from calm to stern made any retort MC could possibly muster die in their throat. Diavolo smoothly moved past them as he began his descent down the staircase.

He turned to look at them once again, and his voice softened. “One day I hope you’ll understand my reasoning and be able to forgive me, MC.”

After Diavolo left, MC sprinted into Luke’s room where Belphie and Beel were supposed to be, only to find Beel floating midair. He was posed in a way like he was lunging for something, his eyes flashed when he saw MC and he suddenly dropped straight to the ground.

“Diavolo took Belphie.” He rumbled.

“Yeah, I figured.” MC muttered as they helped up Beel. “Listen, we need to do something and I have an idea.”

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MC bolted through the hallways of the Demon Lord’s Castle, the memories from the retreat serving them well as they made it to the corridor where the door to Barbatos’ room was.

Beel was doing his part, he gathered his brothers and he was in the main hall distracting Barbatos and Diavolo by pleading their brother’s case. Not that any of them knew it was a distraction. MC’s plan wasn’t their best work, but it was all they had.

They twisted the doorknob and the door opened, revealing the creepy room MC remembered. Hundreds of doors lined the seemingly never ending walls of the room. Staircases twisted and winded around, leading to yet even more hallways. How was MC supposed to find the door they were looking for in there..?

MC shut the door behind them as they walked closer into the room and began to inspect the first sets of doors. Many of them were similar in features, but some had more… distressing things added on.

One of the doors was being held shut by dozens of heavy glowing chains, there was no padlock in sight, but the chains themselves seemed to be at least somewhat alive as they wrapped themselves protectively around the door. From the sudden feeling of intense dread and terror that gripped MC, they decided it would be best to steer clear from doors like that.

The hallways warped and shifted around MC as they continued to search the room for their door. They needed a door to at least a few hours before Belphegor somehow escaped from the attic.

“Down here?”

“This one.”

“Oh no… what have I gotten myself into..?”

Unfamiliar and unseen voices echoed down the never ending hallway, closely followed by the sounds of multiple doors opening and shutting. There were others somewhere in the room…

MC’s listening was brought to an abrupt halt when they passed by a seemingly normal looking door, but something about it yanked at their mind. This was the one. They just knew it. This was it. They were going to fix this. Fix all of it.

They opened the door and stepped in.

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Lesson 16’s coming up next folks, beware and be afraid!

#Me: Yeah L!MC and Lucifer have pretty decent communication skills. L!MC and Lucifer: #Obey me #Obey me! #obey me shall we date #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me Fic #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me MC #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Satan #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Luke

[heliads]

Twinning

Peter Maximoff has just met the most amazing girl on the planet- a mutant with the ability to mimic other people’s faces and powers. However, when a fight ends with Y/N losing her abilities, Peter will have to go after her and convince her to stay.

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The X-Men have only been here for about ten minutes before Peter Maximoff realizes that things aren’t exactly going to plan. They were dragged out to the middle of nowhere because Professor Xavier was convinced that there was some bedraggled group of mutants that needed saving. He was right, of course, but apparently he didn’t see into enough minds to discover the ambush waiting for them.

Now Peter and his friends are fighting against a large group of soldiers, far larger than they’d anticipated. He dodges a bullet again and again before eventually giving up, speeding over to Jean in the blink of an eye. She startles for a moment when he appears out of nowhere. Peter gives her about half a second to recover from the surprise before yelling something to her over the din of the fight. “Are we supposed to be losing?”

Jean shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I don’t remember a crushing defeat being listed in the key points of the mission.” Suddenly, an eager grin slips across her face, and she shouts something over to Xavier. “Professor, the situation is dire enough. We have to bring her out.” Xavier sighs. “Are you sure about this?” Jean nods, smiling wickedly. “If we wait any longer, she’ll take a visit herself. Tell the Twin that it’s time to play.”

Peter frowns at Jean. “Who’s the Twin?” Jean casts him a beaming look. “One of the best people you’ll ever meet. Here she comes now.” Peter glances around the battlefield, trying to find whoever Jean is talking about, and then he sees her. There’s a figure making her way across the clearing, darting through soldiers as if they’re nothing more than stalks of grass. Anyone else would have been terrified to find themselves in the middle of a large cluster of enemy fighters, but instead she looks positively delighted.

Just as the Twin reaches Jean and Peter, the soldiers start to rain heavy fire upon the building where the other mutants are being held, the ones the X-Men were sent to rescue. The new girl turns to Jean, a sudden intensity burning behind her eyes. “Give me your hand.” Jean doesn’t hesitate for a second, thrusting out her palm. The Twin flings her own hand onto Jean’s, concentrating hard as if attempting a feat of intense difficulty. For a moment, nothing happens.

Then the girl’s eyes open wide, and Peter stares. They’re glowing with a strange energy, an energy that looks almost like Jean’s. As Peter watches, the energy spreads across her entire body, crackling over her veins.  The Twin hovers in the air as she seemingly absorbs the energy, then comes crashing back down to the ground again. Peter reaches out an arm as if to catch her, but the girl has already straightened up once more.

She extends an arm to the sky and a torrent of magical power crashes out of her palm, racing across the battlefield to slam into the enemy guns and take them down. Beside her, Jean continues to use her powers, which look identical to the sudden abilities from the Twin. This girl hasn’t taken Jean’s powers, she just suddenly has the skill to have the exact same abilities. 

Peter chuckles softly. “I think I get why they call you the Twin.” The girl turns to Peter, flashing him a grin almost as bright as the magical energy still pouring from her hands. “Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N.” The enemy soldiers are scrambling back, desperate for a brief respite to fix their crumbling weaponry, and so Peter, Y/N, and Jean are granted a lull in the fighting.

Peter nods. “I’m Peter.” Y/N’s eyes flash. “So I’ve heard. You’re the fast one, aren’t you?” Peter allows himself a cocky grin. “I like the sound of that.” Jean groans next to him. “You two are bad enough by yourselves, don’t make me listen to you two banter. I’m going to give up and just ask the soldiers to shoot me.” Y/N pretends to pout. “And here I thought we were friends. So mean.”

Jean rolls her eyes, but considers Y/N for a second longer. “Is that a new face?” Y/N nods. “Got bored of the hair and changed the face shape. I’m taller now, too. By the way.” Peter frowns. “A new face?” Y/N fires a warning shot at the soldiers brave enough to attempt a second wave, then turns to face him once more. “The Twin thing doesn’t just extend to my powers. I can also change my appearance at will.”

Peter is fascinated. “Just like that?” “Just like that.” Y/N says, screwing up her face in concentration once more. Before Peter’s eyes, her hair seems to leach of its color, turning silver like a river running bright with rainwater. Peter’s eyes widen. “That’s so cool.” Y/N grins, allowing her hair to turn back to another color. “I know, right?” Peter considers this. “It is cool, but it was better when it was silver.” Peter stays just long enough to see an exasperated look start to form in Jean’s eyes and a slight blush on Y/N’s face before he turns, rejoining the fight faster than anyone else can see.

The battle is over soon after that. Now that Y/N’s taken the stage and there are basically two Jeans along with Peter and the rest of the X-Men, a motley group of soldiers with guns can’t stand a chance. Xavier directs them to stay a little longer, making sure the soldiers won’t try anything else before helping the refugee mutants onto the plane and settling into seats themselves. Peter slides into a seat next to Y/N. If he’s going to be stuck on the plane for the next hour or so, he intends to get to know her.

Y/N looks up with a smile. “If it isn’t my second favorite speedster. How are you?” Peter pretends to look affronted. “Am I not your favorite? Who else is there?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, challenging. “I’ll show you if you give me your hand.” Peter holds out his hand, palm facing upwards. Y/N takes it, snapping her eyes shut as she channels his power. There’s a slight pricking sensation, almost like a needle, and then the same rivers of energy seem to flow over Y/N’s body. This time, however, they don’t glow like Jean’s powers. Instead, they’re a bluish silver, like Peter’s abilities.

When Y/N opens her eyes, Peter notices that they’ve changed color again. This time, they’re a warm hazel, the same shade that Peter sees in the mirror every morning. In fact, in the split second it’s taken Peter to realize that she’s imitating his eyes, the rest of her face has changed. It’s like staring at a reflection of himself- every detail, down to the stitching on his jacket, is replicated perfectly on Y/N.

Peter lets out an incredulous laugh. “You know, I’ve heard they say that imitation is the best form of flattery, so I’m going to take this to mean that you think I’m very, very cool.” Y/N rolls her eyes, letting Peter’s face wash away from her again like the swipe of a cloth. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Peter grins. “Why not? You said that this is your favorite speedster, right? That’s technically just me, so all I’m hearing is that you think I’m the best.”

Y/N laughs. “You’re unbelievable, Peter Maximoff.” Peter leans back against the wall of the plane. “Maybe so. What are you going to do about that, Twin?” Y/N thinks about this. “I’m going to go hang out with someone I can stand.” She winks at him, then disappears in a flash. It’s strange seeing his own powers used on someone else, although to be honest, Peter’s not sure that he minds it on her.

Peter must have been staring for a little too long, because Jean takes a seat in the place where Y/N just stood. She raises an eyebrow at him, and Peter has a sudden sensation that he’s a fish about to get eaten by a shark who can sense weakness. “I didn’t think you’d take to Y/N that quickly.” Peter feigns indifference. “It’s a little odd seeing your own face on someone else.” Jean shrugs. “At least she asked you first. She’s never done that with any of the rest of us. We just walk in a room and find out that she’s there because you’re suddenly looking at yourself. It’s nice of her to make a change for you.”

Jean’s looking at him like there’s a second meaning to all that, but Peter is unwilling to look too deeply into it. He just spreads his hands, hoping to come up with some witty retort that will stop Jean from peering at him like she can read his mind. Which she can, he supposes, but that’s not the point. “It’s not your fault, Jean. I’m very endearing to everyone I meet.” Jean scoffs at this, but Peter can sense her backing off on the topic. To be honest, Peter is perfectly fine with that. If he spends any more time thinking about the mutant down the hall named Y/N, he’s fairly sure that Jean might be able to discern some fairly compromising information from his head.

Peter’s known Y/N for about a month when the next attack hits. This time it’s different- the soldiers are back with a vengeance, but they’ve managed to enlist a mutant to turn against Xavier and the rest of the mutants at the school. Peter lines up with the rest of the X-Men to take a stand and defeat the soldiers once and for all. He’s pleasantly surprised to notice Y/N coming to a stop next to him. She’s wearing a different face, one with darker eyes and shorter hair. “What, they’re letting you join the melee early this time?” She grins at him. “Too many risks otherwise. They don’t like the idea of soldiers finding out about me lest they try something like the Sentinel program, but the stakes are high enough that I’m sprung early.”

Peter smiles, casually straightening the collar of her jacket. “Try not to kill anyone unnecessarily. They might send you back.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s always a problem with me.” Peter’s about to laugh and come up with some joking retort, but the rattle of gunfire begins to echo across the field they’re standing in and he turns back to the battle with a sigh. Conversations are over, it’s time to defend the school. Hopefully they can get this wrapped up quickly so he can talk to Y/N again.

Unfortunately, Peter doesn’t see Y/N for the majority of the battle. Xavier sends her over to deal with the rogue mutant, thinking that it would be best if one of his strongest fighters battled what is clearly the crown jewel in the soldiers’ attack plan. He’s not wrong, of course, but Peter wouldn’t mind being able to fight side by side with the Twin. He would most certainly show off, and the only people who can be impressed by that now is Scott. How disappointing.

True to his hopes, the battle ends somewhat quickly. It’s longer than the last one, as they can’t count on Y/N for a Hail Mary to knock out all the soldiers’ guns in one fell swoop while she’s dealing with the enemy mutant, but it’s good enough. Judging by the lack of destruction in the school and the tightly bound, unconscious mutant leaving the premises, Peter assumes that Y/N was able to deal with him easily.

However, when Peter tries to find Y/N and congratulate her on the defeat of the enemy mutant, he can’t find her anywhere. She’s not wandering the battlefield like the rest of them, she’s not in the medical wing, she’s not in any of the rooms. In fact, even hours later, Peter can’t find her at all. Eventually, Peter can’t stand the suspense and he finds Jean, not even bothering to walk at a normal speed in his haste to find Y/N.

Peter skids to a stop in front of Jean. “Have you seen Y/N? I can’t find her anywhere, which is really strange. Do you know where she is?” Belatedly, Peter realizes that she’s not alone but talking to Xavier. Peter moves to step away and let them finish their conversation, but the Professor turns to Peter with a concerned look. “Don’t leave just yet, Peter. You’re right to worry- we can’t find her either. She isn’t on the school grounds.”

Peter stares. “She left the grounds? Is she alright?” Xavier lifts a shoulder. “She is relatively unharmed, yes. No grave danger to her life.” Peter does not feel remotely reassured by this. “But something happened, right? She wouldn’t just leave for no reason.” The Professor shakes his head. “Just before she subdued the rogue mutant, he hit her with a blast of energy. I didn’t know his powers, or I wouldn’t have sent her to deal with him, but- Well, it removed her powers. We think it’s just temporary, but she panicked and fled.”

Peter feels like the roof has come crashing down over his head. “What do you mean, it removed her powers? Is she alright?” Xavier sighs. “I only got a brief glimpse into her head before she left. She was worried, thinking that she was hurt and that’s why she couldn’t use her powers, but she fled the school because she thought we wouldn’t want her there anymore if she wasn’t a mutant.” Peter feels sick. “But that’s not true. Of course we want her!”

The Professor’s voice is chiding. “Yes, we still we want her. The only problem is that Y/N was in a state of intense panic and didn’t believe it herself. We would go after her, but the energy blast removed her powers and made her revert to her original face. No one actually knows what she looks like because she’s been changing her appearance almost every day. We can’t find her because we don’t know who she is anymore.”

Peter stares. “That’s it? You’re not going after her because you can’t remember what she looks like?” Xavier starts to say something, but Peter just shakes his head, something like disgust building up in his throat. “I’m going to go find her.” Jean reaches out an arm, blocking his path. “You don’t know where she is.” Peter looks at her. “Then tell me where you think she is, and I’ll go. I’m not leaving her.” The Professor sighs. “The last time we were able to track her was a brief appearance in the surrounding town. She couldn’t have gotten far, it hasn’t been that long.” Peter nods. “I’ll bring her back. I promise.” Xavier sighs again, although this time something almost like hope is written across his brow. “I know you will.”

Peter dashes away, moving faster than anyone in the school could possibly see. He reaches the surrounding town in a matter of seconds, coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of a street. Now that he’s actually left the school, Peter realizes how daunting this task could be. However, Peter has rarely considered the risks of things in his life, and he certainly isn’t about to start now. Not when Y/N’s out here, alone and feeling hopeless.

Peter ends up running again, checking up and down every street. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for- some sign of Y/N in every person he sees, he guesses. After fruitlessly combing every street, Peter stops again, letting himself pause in the middle of a crowded thoroughfare. Most people around him look at him in surprise, as if noticing he was there for the first time, but one doesn’t. One girl, one absolutely beautiful girl who looks hurriedly away as if pretending she didn’t see him at all. Bingo.

Peter jogs up to her, voice catching in his throat. “Y/N?” The girl turns away again. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Peter’s voice is softer now. “Yes, you do. You’re Y/N L/N, and you go to my school.” The girl glances over at him, one eyebrow raised, although she hurriedly looks the other way as if chiding herself for giving him even this brief speck of attention. “That’s a strange way to describe someone.”

Peter, with all the nerves of someone about to take a leap of faith, reaches down and wraps his hand around Y/N’s. She lets her shoulders soften, although when she speaks again her voice is anything but relaxed. “You shouldn’t have come looking for me. I’m useless now.” Peter shakes his head. “You could never be useless. Not now, not ever. You’re more than just your powers, you realize that?” Y/N looks at him, true pain radiating from her eyes. “You can’t say that. Xavier only needs me because I can imitate other people’s powers, and now that I can’t do that anymore he has no need for me.”

Peter grabs her other hand, forcing her to a stop. “And what about me? I need you.” Y/N lets her gaze remain on his. “How did you find me? You don’t know what I look like.” Peter shrugs. “I looked for the cutest girl in town, and I guessed correctly.” Y/N laughs, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. “You’re impossible.” Peter winks at her. “Impossibly charming. Now, are you going to come back with me to the school or do I have to follow you around some more?”

Y/N sighs. “But I don’t-” Peter holds up a hand. “If you’re going to say something about how you don’t have your powers and you shouldn’t return, you’re wrong. Everyone’s worried about you.” Y/N’s gaze seems to cut right through him. “Everyone?” Peter nods. “Everyone. Especially me. Besides, the Professor said that your powers will probably return, and this is just temporary. That being said, I’d want you there, powers or no. I’m here for you, Y/N, not the Twin. You’re way more than that.”

Y/N smiles at him at last. “I suppose so. Okay, I guess I’ll come back.” Peter beams at her. “Excellent. Can I speed up the return journey?” She nods. “Just don’t drop me.” Peter flashes her a grin. “I’d never dream of it.” Moving faster than anyone can see, Peter picks up Y/N in his arms, taking off in the direction of the school. If he presses a kiss to her forehead before he starts to run, well, he’s the only one who would know.

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[miracle-sham]

Amidst the Howls of Death, Your Divinity Gives Me Breath.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 2: Protection} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] |

| Marinette, Jason, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian are all unfortunately familiar with how danger lurks around every corner in places like these. But perhaps their instincts can be ignored for just one evening of rest? |

| Or a Priestess, a Gunslinger, and his family, walk into a creepy inn. |

| Word Count: 2,789. |

| Warnings/Tags: Swearing/Explicit Language, Mild Gothic Horror, Implied/Referenced Background/Minor Character Death, Pretend Character Death, Fantasy & Magic Au, Romantic Fluff, Sharing a Room/Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing. |

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| A/N: Another fic with a playlist, so check it out if you're curious to the songs I listened to when writing this! And have look in the end notes if you want to read a short descrip of what inspired this piece! |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics or a specific Au, then feel free to send me a dm and or ask! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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As soon as Marinette, Jason, and his family had entered the ramshackle hamlet, they all could tell without a doubt that there was something not quite... right about the place.

Even in the dying light of the day, it was obvious that every window and door were boarded up. A few even had stone or iron bars nailed or soldered across any and all potential points of entry—chimneys included. Some buildings were half-collapsed beneath the weight of their own rotting timbers, others looked unnaturally clean and newly constructed, most however were somewhere between the two extremes. But regardless of how new or decrepit the buildings appeared, each and every single one had at least some form of large scratching or claw marks gouged into the wood and stonework.

The first thing the Wayne family and Marinette had all agreed upon, was acquiring rooms for the night from the only inn in the hamlet. One of the nicer buildings albeit, but just as foreboding in its own sense due to the deeper and more extensive scratch and claw marks along the exterior.

Inside, the innkeeper was undoubtedly strange, eyeing them each with an odd look in his eyes, and an empty grin. Giving him an off-putting appearance that certainly wasn't helped by his slow and methodical cleaning of kitchen knives, from just behind the bar.

Wheezing, the innkeeper tilted his head to one side, staring the family of six down. Voice like gravel, he rasped. “Tread carefully 'round these parts, travellers. There's been tales of your kind vanishing in the dark, followed by the howls.”

“Our kind? What do you mean by our kind?” Dick questioned sharply, narrowing his eyes and subtly curling his hands into fists by his sides—hidden by his deep blue cloak.

“The howls? What howls?” Tim asked curiously, a few seconds after Dick, eyes twinkling with the thrill of a mystery to unravel.

The innkeeper chuckled. “Curious lot, aren't you. I'm afraid that won't do you any good 'ere.”

“Is that a threat?” Bruce rumbled, adjusting his pose ever so slightly to put himself between his four sons plus pseudo-daughter in law, and the innkeeper. So that should anything happen, he would be first in the line of fire instead.

“Not if you pay for rooms tonight, stay quiet, and watch yourselves from straying in the dark.” The innkeeper replied, still grinning emptily as his chuckled subsided.

Tim ducked around Bruce's side to stare at the innkeeper. “You didn't answer our other questions! What do you mean by our kind and why did the previous travellers disappear followed by howls! How did you know that the howls follow disappearances?”

The innkeeper pulled out a whetstone and began sharpening the knives without looking, as his gaze snapped to Tim. “I only answer questions from paying customers, boy.”

“Father! I do not wish to stay somewhere as suspicious as this contemptible establishment.” Damian hissed, keeping his voice low as to avoid the hearing of the innkeeper, and tugged on the edge of Bruce's black cloak.

Jason edged a hand towards the hilt of one of his flintlocks. He leaned closer to Marinette to whisper in her ear. “For once, sweet priestess, I'm with the demon spawn, I don't want to stay here any longer than strictly necessary. This wretched fucking place reeks of ancient necrotic magic.” He wrinkled his nose before adding, “and not your goddess' other half's kind of ancient necrotic magic.”

Marinette frowned, glancing around the inn with ill ease. “I can feel what you mean, my dear knight. Whatever is causing the necrotic magic is definitely not holy by any means. But as far as I can tell, the magic was stronger outside, it's almost muted somewhat in here.”

“Forgive me, sweet priestess, but that doesn't ease my nerves at all.” Jason scoffed.

She rolled her eyes with a quiet snort of laughter, “I wasn't trying to, my dear red hooded knight.” She steeled herself slightly, mirth fading, “though what I am suggesting, is that we purchase rooms for the night. Whatever the source of the magic, we're most likely safer in here than out there. There are no claw marks on the inside after all.”

“For the record, I hate when you're right about these things, my holiness.” He growled, glancing around to confirm her statement.

“You say that as if I hate it any less than you.” Marinette countered, “now let's go intervene before another impending scuffle gets us kicked out of what is possibly our only safe shelter for the eve.”

“And miss out on free entertainment? I cannot believe you.” Jason snickered.

She shoved him good-naturedly before striding past Bruce and up to the counter, imposing in her own right even in comparison to the rest of the family. She cleared her throat to draw attention to herself and stared down the innkeeper with all the sharpness of a storming sea upon rocks. “You will answer all our questions if we purchase rooms, correct?”

The innkeeper squinted at Marinette. “Aye, girl.”

She pursed her lips then nodded. “How much for lodgings then?”

“We've got a room with a double bed, three with a single, and two twin rooms.” The innkeeper responded, empty grin curling into something more twisted, “The singles are a gold each per night, the rest are two gold each per night.”

“That pricing is outrageous!” Damian scowled.

Narrowing her eyes, she ignored Damian and hummed. “I see,” she glanced back at Jason and raised an eyebrow.

He nodded in return.

“Then I will purchase the room with the double bed.” She stated, plucking two gold coins from her purse and placing them upon the bar counter.

The innkeeper nodded, sliding two keys over to her. “Excellent choice, my lady, your room is on the left at the very end of the corridor upstairs.”

Jason prickled at the addressing title given to her, gripping the hilt of the gun he had reached for with whitening knuckles.

Marinette picked up the keys and stared coolly at the innkeeper before taking a few deliberate steps back until she was once more beside Jason. There, she handed him one of the keys.

Silence permeated the room for a minute as the rest of the family communicated through glances and facial movements alone.

Bruce sighed, breaking the stalemate, and placed four gold coins on the counter as well. “We'll take two singles and a twin as well.”

The innkeeper chuckled, passing four more keys over. “Wise decisions, Traveller. The twin room is the last door on the right along the corridor upstairs, and the two singles are the first two doors on both sides.”

“Now answer our questions,” Dick demanded.

The innkeeper glowered at Dick. “What I meant by your kind, was that you're the kind of folk who trouble follows. The travellers that poke their noses where they don't belong. And as for the howls, I wouldn't know. I've never seen what makes it because I stay inside where it is safe. Those who don't stay inside... well their screams, remaining bloody streaks, and disappearances are evidence enough for me.”

Marinette grimaced. “I am going to retire to the room now.”

Jason startled at her words and stared at her concern. “I'll, uh, join you. If you don't mind.”

“You don't have to for my sake.” She responded.

“It would ease my conscience if you weren't to go up alone.” He grit out.

She bowed her head for a second, “then your company would be most appreciated.” She began to make her way towards the stairs up to the rooms.

Before she reached the first step, the innkeeper called out. “My apologies, my holy lady, I did not intend to discuss such gruesome conversations before you that would offend your delicate holy constitution.”

“I appreciate your concern, however, I think you will find it was not my delicate holy constitution that was offended, as much as it was the wish for some privacy after a long and tedious journey. Thank you very much.” She spat in response, voice as acetic as an alchemist's corrosive acid.

The innkeeper raised his hands in a placating manner. “My sincerest apologies then, my lady.”

Marinette took that as a cue to continue upstairs, with Jason on her heels.

Once they reached the door, Jason snarled. “How dare that fucking bastard call you his lady, I'm going to put a bullet through his fucking skull.”

She sighed and went up onto her tiptoes so that she could place a kiss on his lips. “Perhaps wait until after we sort out the cause of the ancient necrotic magic plaguing this place. Though I'd like to rip his tongue out his mouth before you get to have your fun.”

Jason unwound marginally beneath the kiss, his fury was still palpable, however. “Hmm, I would like to watch you do that, my love.”

“Of course you would. Now, let's enjoy some much-needed privacy together. As much as I adore your family, there is only so much time spent travelling I can spend with them without wanting some peace and quiet to cherish you, my knight.” She remarked, opening the door with the key in the meantime.

———

Lounging upon the double bed, Marinette hummed as she gently carded her fingers through Jason's hair—his head resting on her lap and a soft smile gracing his face as he gazed up at her.

She paused her humming, face creases in mild displeasure, as a loose lock of her hair fell across her face. After a few half-hearted attempts to blow it out of the way, she closed her eyes and sighed—fingers twitching to a stop.

Jason raised an eyebrow and reached a hand up to her face, cupping her cheek for a few moments before tucking the loose lock of her hair back behind her ear. “Something on your mind, sweet priestess?”

“Ah. No, not really, no. I was just…” She sighs, lips twisting with faint distress, her earlier mask of determination faltering in the privacy of their room. “I'm worried about you. About this place. It's not safe and I'm worried if we fight anything here, whether it be the cause of the howls, a godforsaken Akuma, or even those creepy fanatics again, you're not going to make it—survive another close call.” She inhaled sharply. “I dread to think that should it come to it, the resurrection rituals won't work for you any longer.” Tears springing to her eyes as she voiced her doubts.

Jason frowned, “Oh,” He fumbled for words, shifting himself up into a sitting position so he could properly cup both sides of her face, and pull her into a gentle kiss on the lips. Pulling back, he took a deep breath, “oh, my holiness. Oh, my love. As long as I've been by your side, you've never let me fall, and your goddess and her pantheon don't seem like they'll let me die anytime before you. Not after the deal we struck, and I promise you, my priestess, that I don't intend on ever breaking that deal.”

“I know my knight, I know.” Marinette mumbled, tugging Jason into a tight hug as soon as he pulled away from the kiss, “but will there be a choice? Have you not forgotten your revival sickness we've yet to find or create a cure for? And not to mention the rumours about what has happened to the others who were also brought back by that awful Lich!”

Grimacing, he idly rubbed the back of his neck. “How could I fucking forget, I've hurt everyone I care about, especially you, thanks to that…”

She hummed once more. “And yet, none of us blame you for that, my love.”

“You should.” He argued weakly.

“I will never!” She retorted.

Their conversation lulled as they relished in the other's embrace.

Minutes passed before Marinette pulled away from the hug. She huffed, fingers twitching and nose scrunching up. “Jason, my red hooded knight, and love of my life.”

Jason squinted at her, “Yes…?”

“Wou— Can— What if I—.” She frowned, searching for her words, before settling on words she knew by ritual. “It would ease my mind if you were to be bestowed with some form of protection magic. Would you accept such a blessing from me?”

He remained silent for a few moments. “Of course I would, sweet priestess. I trust you, and I trust your goddess and her pantheon.” He closed his eyes and glanced away. “But shouldn't you save that magic for yourself, or when we're out in the fucking fray.”

“My powers will replenish come dawn, and the protection will last until then. I'd rather be certain in knowing you'll be safe whilst we sleep here.” Marinette answered, leaning forwards to cup his face in her hands.

Jason opened his eyes and looked back over at Marinette. “Alright,” he reluctantly conceded, “but only if it can also be applied to you.”

She stared at him then rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching upwards in amusement. “I shouldn't have expected any answer but that from you. Luckily I've still got enough divine power to cast those two protection wards on the both of us.”

“Good!” He grinned cheekily.

Rolling her shoulders, Marinette mentally went over the incantations that would be used in this specific warding. She locked eyes with Jason and tilted her head to the side, “you first my knight.”

Squinting at her suspiciously for a few seconds, he eventually relented and shrugged. “As long as you've got enough divinity to protect yourself after, my holiness.”

“I will, trust me.” She responded, closing her eyes for a brief second before muttering the ancient celestial words of the language of the guardians. Her eyes filled with holy light, glowing like two sparkling suns. Whilst her hair began to shimmer and float as though underwater in sun-dappled waves. Swiftly she made an elegant hand gesture as continued to murmur the incantations. The shimmer in her hair and glow of her eyes flared for a split second as her words and hand gestures crescendoed, before flickering out like a snuffed candle.

As the golden radiance faded from Marinette, a similar golden glow began to settle around Jason. That too faded but a split second after appearing.

“Your powers never cease to amaze me, my holiness,” Jason murmured, staring at where the soft golden glow had radiated around him. Carefully he moved to hold her hands in his own so that he could press gentle kisses to them.

She giggled, blushing profusely. Although a smirk formed on her lips at his words. “Oh? Then where was this adoration of yours, my knight, when I magically mended those noble finery clothes of yours that were so unfortunately ripped just the night before we were to attend a masquerade, hmm?”

“Hey! Fucking–! Argh!” Jason sputtered for a second and then twisted around to grab a pillow from the bed, throwing it at Marinette. “Just cast the fucking protection ward on yourself!”

Marinette cackled as she fell back against the bedding from the impact of the pillow. She dramatically threw an arm over her face and cried out in mock distress, “oh no, oh dear! It would seem I have been most verily betrayed by mine own knight who was sworn to protect me, and yet! Here I lay, bloodied and betrayed! The world is fading from my grasp, I see the light of my goddess and her pantheon beckoning! Oh, whatever shall I do?”

“It would seem my last assassination attempt failed, sweetest priestess. Fear not! I shan't fail you again.” He declared equally as theatrically, grabbing the other pillow and throwing it at her as well.

“Ah! I have perished. What a shame, I am unable to cast that protection ward on myself now. Oh no!” Marinette continued, flopping onto her side and sticking out her tongue in mock death.

Jason snorted, “My assassination may have succeeded, but I cannot live with myself in this world without my love any longer. With this knife,” He stole back one of the pillows, “I shall perish besides the light of my life! Bleh.”

He flopped against the bedding beside her, a few seconds passed before the two of them burst into more laughter.

A few more moments passed before he elbowed her lightly. “Come on, your turn!”

Marinette wheezed and waved a hand, muttering the incantations between breaths. The radiance glowed around her, eyes and hair glimmering as they did before. Then as she reached the end of the incantations once more, it all faded away again. “Happy?”

“Indubitably, my love.” He responded.

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Good!”

———

| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |

| Fun fact: this was supposed to be longer but I wasn't happy with how the last part was going and so I cut it. So if people enjoy this one, well I'll just have to finish the follow-up piece to this fic, won't I. Ironically the part that was cut got more into the gothic horror and the main reason behind the title but I decided to focus on the romantic fluff as the end point instead. Flowed a little bit better. |

| This piece was inspired by a d&d campaign i joined for a few sessions. It was set in a creepy little hamlet with an incredibly creepy innkeeper who forced our party into signing a contract before we could spend outrageous amounts on gold just for a single night's stay. And uh turned out the dude was a demon we just sold our souls to, and then all but one of the party ended up leaving the inn to try our chances against the horrifying plague-like monsters outside, aka the whole reason we brought rooms in the first place! |

| Also feel free to send me any asks or comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I’ll be more than happy to answer! |

| @jasonette-july-event |

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[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Comin' At My Friends Like a Missile

| Part 1 | Part 2 (you’re here!) |

Paring: 12th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2,280

Warnings: none

Summary: After the awful encounter with the alien ironically named Karen, you and the Doctor end up on a short adventure to get some of this renowned candy floss. The mission? To put back a smile on Bill’s face.

You were waiting outside, behind that brilliant tent - which was surprisingly quiet considering what the front had been like. You and Bill sat on the ground, sitting on your jacket to protect yourselves against the dirt. You had your arm wrapped around her, holding her close as she processed what just happened.

Nardole suddenly emerged, carrying a tray of four candy floss cones. He held them in the air and Bill whooped in delight. “Finally!”

Which was when Nardole tripped on the uneven ground.

The four cones of candy floss flew into the air. The sun shone behind them, casting them in a warm yellow glow and making them shine. You watched in awe as those sugary clouds changed colour, from indigo, pink, teal, and deep blue. They were ethereal.

Then, along with Nardole behind them, they smacked dramatically into the dirt.

You gasped, running over to help Nardole up. “Oh my goodness, Nardole, are you okay?”

He nodded, dusting off his pants. “Who, me? Nah, I’m freaking bullet proof.”

“No you’re not,” the Doctor said, and Nardoles face fell. The Doctor shrugged. “I didn’t have the budget.

Bill hissed, and you turned to follow her gaze. You winced at the sight, the candy floss cones were sitting there rather pathetically, sticking out of the dirt mounds on the side of a stall.

They looked like lost, dejected relics of a bygone era from when candy floss was something feasible and realistic for you to consume.

Or maybe you were just being dramatic.

Bill let out a dejected sigh. “It’s not surprising really, the path is super uneven.”

Nardole rubbed the back of his head, looking for all the world like he had just committed a war crime – which, was actually probably a terrible comparison considering what you knew of Nardole’s life. “I can go back and get more…”

The Doctor gave the lost cones one look then turned around, stalking off. You groaned, chasing after him, Bill and Nardole following behind you. “Doctor – oh, you can’t just storm off in a huff. We can always go get more.”

He paused his movements, turning around and waiting for the three of you to catch up. “Come on you lot, I don’t do dawdling, not when I’ve got a plan.”

Bill scoffed. “Oh, you’ve got a plan,” then she frowned. “Wait, a plan for what?”

The Doctor just rolled his eyes and continued walking, pushing through the crowd as he did so. You weaved through them as best you could, apologising to those who the Doctor rudely shoved aside.

You had to keep looking behind you to make sure Nardole and Bill were following, and, eventually you latched onto their hands so you couldn’t lose them.

It was disorientating and confusing, almost like navigating yourself through a maze; that is, if the maze was made of aliens pressing up around you because of a heavy crowd, and you had to constantly apologise and ensure that their feelings were in check.

Eventually the crowd thinned as you made it far enough away from the fair. The three of you paused for a moment, taking a few, clear breaths. You took the moment to clear your head and focus on your surroundings. The grass here was delightful, made up of a green vine that spread and wrapped its way across the landscape, and danced in the soft breeze. It was soft under your feet as you walked.

You combed your fingers through your hair, getting loose strands that you hadn’t realised had fallen into your face, out of your eyes.

You finished your trek slowly, you and Bill marvelling in how every leaf of the ground covering vine seemed to be an entirely different from the next. You wondered if they were like snowflakes, each unique from the others.

The Doctor was standing impatiently next to the TARDIS, which was parked at the top of the small hill. He was leaning against the door and tapping his foot against the wooden trim.

He took one look at you all then went inside. You hastily followed him in and before you realised, he was already punching in coordinates and pulling levers and buttons.

“Wait, Doctor,” Bill said. “I still want to try this magical candy floss-”

The groan of the TARDIS’ engines drowned out the rest of what Bill had said. The Doctor leaned back for a moment, then pointed towards Bill and Nardole. “You two,” he said. “Stay here – do not move. Do you understand?”

Bill blinked a couple of times. “Uh – yeah, alright. No moving. Got it?”

Nardole narrowed his eyes at him. “What are you planning any-”

“And you,” The Doctor turned and pointed to you, completely ignoring Nardole. “Follow me.”

You didn’t have a moment to question the Doctor, or protest it, before he was out of the door. You gave Nardole and Bill and a regretful look and followed the Doctor outside - if you didn’t follow him he’d probably find trouble.

Well, he’d find trouble regardless, but, if you were with him, then at the very least you could do something about it.

The first thing that hit you was the sudden and biting chill. You wrapped your arms tight around your frame, doing your best to try and get warm. “Where are we?”

It was dark, extremely so. Firelit torches were sticking out of the dirt ground, lining different coloured tents and helping form a makeshift path. The area seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place why that was.

The night sky was clear, with thousands upon thousands of stars, so many stars, just tiny pinpricks of light perforating the sky to paint a picture above you. They provided a canopy for you both, stretching wherever you were to make it seem larger.

“Candy floss,” The Doctor said. “We’re getting candy floss.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “And we couldn’t just get more earlier because..?”

“This is the night the stall opens,” The Doctor said, tactfully avoiding your question, as he often did so. “We have to be quick, I can’t remember if I’ve come here before.”

You blanched.

Oh, okay.

Well this went from 0 to 100 very fast.

“There won’t be any crowds here,” The Doctor continued. “The stall should be packing up in a few hours.”

You hummed, falling in step beside him. “So…” You drew out the word. “May I ask why you just stalked off at a moment’s notice without telling us?”

The Doctor huffed, grumbling something under his breath.

“Doctor,” You gave him a wry grin. “We don’t all have super-duper timelord hearing, I didn’t-” You let out a small cry as you tripped on the dirt path, flinging forward to the ground.

You were pulled upwards before you landed in the dirt, with an arm wrapped around your torso and another hand holding your shoulder. You blinked as your back collided into the Doctor chest, as he steadied you upright.

He was holding you.

Oh.

You stood there for a moment, letting yourself be held. He felt secure, he felt safe. You felt heat crawl up your neck, and you weren’t sure if it was because of embarrassment of if it was because of, well, because.

The Doctor cleared his throat abruptly, and took a step away from you. It was immediately colder without his arms around you, you had forgotten that it was a chilly night.

You hid your face away, trying to get your flush under control, so you didn’t notice that the Doctor was doing the exact same.

“Bill,” he said suddenly, and you turned to face him. He was wringing his hands together awkwardly. “She just, she’s…”

You clicked on to what he was talking about, what he was trying to say. “Had a really shitty day and so you wanted to make it just a little bit better?” You suggested.

He gave you an appreciative nod. “Yes that, exactly.”

You gestured towards the path. “I’ll actually look at where I’m going now,” you laughed lightly.

The Doctor waved his hand towards you, suggesting you lead.

You screwed up your face. “Doctor, I don’t know where I’m going.”

“Oh,” he blinked, as if just realising that you were literally reliant on his direction. “Well then, let’s get candy floss.”

~*~

The pair of you meandered back to the TARDIS, each holding a tray of two cones each. You walked in comfortable silence. Occasionally he’d point out things to you; he explained why the grass was actually leaves, how the people had invented a cord to use instead of a phone, hell, he even discussed gender studies here.

It was really nice, you loved spending time with him

The Doctor snapped his fingers to open the door, since he couldn’t really balance a key and the tray, then, as he crossed the threshold, he stopped abruptly, and you skidded to a halt. You were not going to spill these candy floss cones.

He scanned the TARDIS console, even though there wasn’t any indication that anything was of the ordinary, at least, as far as you were concerned.

Bill and Nardole were sitting on two of the small chairs on the upper level by one of the bookshelves.Nardole had a book in his lap, and Bill had been sitting with her legs over the arm of the chair. When she saw you, she flung her legs into the air, twisting her body so she could sit up. “You’re back!”

“You moved,” The Doctor said.

Bill frowned. “You weren’t actually serious about that?”

You rolled your eyes, side stepping the Doctor and holding up the tray. “You guys want candy floss?”

Bill grinned, running down the stairs. “Oh hell yes, the day’s saved.”

Nardole stuck his head up from where his nose had been in his book. He gave you a wry grin. “Did you two have a nice time?”

You ignored him, passing Bill a cone of candy floss. When her hand wrapped around the cone, the candy floss changed colours, running through green, pink, blue, and orange.

“If you want candy floss,” you told him. “You need to come down from there.”

“Oh alright,” Nardole huffed. “I was only curious.”

You hummed noncommittally, and threw the tray into the recycle bin, which you had set up once you had learned of the exorbitant amount of chip boxes Bill and the Doctor managed to go through.

Nardole came up down the stairs and wagged his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response and passed him his cone, watching in temporary awe as the candy floss changed from orange, purple, and then to pink.

“Oh come on,” Nardole groaned. “How come mine went a normal colour.”

“Pink is actually quite rare here,” the Doctor said, passing you your cone. “The locals would be jealous.”

Your fingers brushed against the Doctors as you took your cone from him, a jolt of electricity sparking up your arm. You locked eyes with the Doctor, and he was looking at you in shock, like he’d felt the same thing.

There was an awkward silence.

“You need to stop dragging your feet as you walk,” you said, even though the Doctor most certainly did not drag his feet when he walks. “Creates all sorts of static electricity.”

“Yes,” The Doctor said. “I must get on top of that.”

He took his hand back. You ignored the twinge of loss you felt.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Bill and Nardole give each other a look. You elected to ignore that too.

You took a bite into the candy flood and your mouth exploded in flavour. You couldn’t even begin to describe it, it was rich and sweet, fluffy yet dense, this absolute feat of sugar engineering.

“Oh my,” you held your cone in front of you, and watched as it rippled and changed colours, settling on a warm deep blue, the kind of blue that the TARDIS was painted in. “This is amazing.”

Bill nodded in response, humming and leaning against the railing. You joined her. “Yeah, it is. Thank you so much for this.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with such awfulness,” you said to Bill, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“It wasn’t fun,” Bill said. “It was better once you and the Doctor were there though, I’m glad you had my back.”

You sat up so you could nudge Bill lightly. “Yeah of course! We’re your friends.”

Bill’s mouth stretched into a cheeky grin. “Nah, you two are more like my parents.”

You gawked. “Like your…” your voice trailed away as your mind caught to the implications of Bills statement. “How old do you think I am?”

The Doctor popped his head up. “I don’t think that’s supposed to be your line.”

“You can stop eavesdropping,” you scolded, turning back to Bill. “No seriously, that was a serious question.”

Bill laughed, bright and loud, and Nardole was soon laughing with her. You watched in slight hesitation as the Doctor joined in, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

“You have to face it though,” Nardole said. “You’re practically the mum of the group.”

“The mum?” You shook your head. “No wait, why can’t I be the dad?”

Bill scoffed, nodding towards the Doctor. “What, you think he can be the mum?”

“I was a mum once,” the Doctor said offhandedly. “Or maybe I was a dad, I don’t remember what gender I was back then.”

You left the Doctor’s comment alone, there was a lot to unpack in that statement. You looked back to Bill. “What makes me the mum?”

“Come on,” Bill laughed. “You’ve got all the stereotypes. You fuss us but in a ‘wear your coat’ sort of way.”

“Fussy,” you said softly, your brain whirling around the word. “Fussy.”

“Which would make me the cool uncle,” Nardole announced.

“Oh,” Bill smirked at him. “So you’re cool now, aren’t you.”

The Doctor nodded towards Nardole. “He insisted on going to Woodstock, once.”

Both you and Bill cocked your head to the side, picturing Nardole at Woodstock. Huh. It fit.

Gosh, you had such a weird family, and you loved every moment of it. The candy floss was pretty good too.

But the company was better.

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[chibi-writes]

Headcanons for lowerclassman caught spying on Azul cuz they're crushing hard on him? 💕

Y’all really be reading my heart huh? /hj Anyway onto the headcanons!

Keep in mind that everything I describe in this headcanon is not meant to be taken as stalker-ish.

Also keep in mind I suck at writing confessions. The rest of the headcanons are under the cut cause this is long.

Azul Ashengrotto

- I can’t really tell you how it started cause there was no specific moment when you were like ‘Oh shit, he’s pretty.’ It was more openly complimenting him more and more over time when he wasn’t looking. Yes, Ace and Deuce are the ones who have to overhear it all and complain about every. damn. time.

- “You see, ‘spying’ is a strong word.” You’ll say when Ace and Deuce catch you writing down a small list of Azul’s favorite activities, “I’m just observing him because I admire him so much.” Ace has never seen such bs before. 

- At some point, during lunch, Azul feels like he’s being watched. He continuously looks around, but after he doesn’t find the guilty gawker, he continues eating his lunch, assuming it was a salty student.

- Jade and Floyd, however, notice you immediately since you were staring at Azul for a second too long (Hey get that serotonin we cheering you on, hon!) Jade and Floyd confront you in the hallway after lunch. 

- “Eeeh~ Shrimpy, were you spying on Azul?” Is there a point in lying to them? Not really. “No.” You quickly say. “I just recognized him in the crowd. He’s not hard to spot.” I mean... You’re not lying. Technically. “Is that so?” Jade’s lips curl into a smile, you can tell that they aren’t buying it.

- “Are you sure of that?” Jade’s eyes bear into your soul, he’s not using his unique magic though. “Yes.” We taking this crush to the grave now. “Okay. I apologize for the misunderstanding.” Jade and Floyd leave. Something tells you that they know about your crush either way. 

- Don’t worry the twins don’t tell Azul... But they are amused. They observe, wanting to see how this plays out. 

- Fast forward a couple days, and Azul really feels like something’s up. And each time he feels watched, it seems you’re always in the room. (Or he just full on sees you, but let’s assume you’re sneakier than that.) 

- Azul decides to confront you next, leaving you a note on your desk. “Dear Y/N, If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I would like for you to meet me in Monstro Lounge VIP room after classes. Show this note to Jade or Floyd and you should have no trouble. Signed, Azul A.” 

- You couldn’t pay attention during class as your mind kept wandering back to the note. Thankfully, Crewel didn’t call on you for a random pop question. But he did call on the person next to you (rip Ace). Not so luckily, you headed to Monstro Lounge, not really fearing your safety, and more fearing something that is more likely to happen. Coming clean to Azul that you hold feelings for him. Which is terrifying and stressful. 

- You were going to show your note to Jade before he simply nodded upon your entry and motioned to the VIP room with his head. Aight, here goes nothing. You approach the door and knock. Azul’s voice rings out, “Come in.”

- Azul invites you to sit down before sitting down himself. “Dear Y/N, as a man who likes to stay informed, I have to ask, why are you spying on me?” Oop. Well, now it entirely depends on how far you’re willing to hide this. For this headcanon’s sake, let’s assume unless backed into a corner (figuratively) you are keeping your lips sealed. 

- “Just admiration. And it’s not very hard to spot you out of a crowd, so I probably accidentally stared a second too long.” you avoid eye contact, finding a newfound interest in Azul’s pen. Azul sits back in his seat, smirking.

- “Is that so? It was a second too long.. for the past few months, during most lunches and anytime you visit Monstro Lounge?” Ah shite. You’ve been caught. A moment of silence is shared, you’re contemplating your next move, Azul is... Smirking??? I guess? 

- “I- uh.. Admire you a lot. It’s just.... Obser.. vation....” You’re voice gets quieter and quieter, already knowing that Azul isn’t buying it, and you’ll have to verbally admit you like him. “Just admiration?” Azul’s voice sounds doubtful... Is that a hint of disappointment in his voice or is that your imagination?

- “Yes?” Your face looks doubtful. “.....I see. You’re free to go-” Azul was cut off by Floyd barging in the room.

- “Great Seven guys!! Shrimpy likes Azul and Azul likes Shrimpy!! You guys are so dense!” (Unsure if he would actually say that but Something along those lines work right?) 

- Azul and you look back between yourselves and Floyd, absolutely dumbfounded. You can hear Ace yell from the main dining area yell “FINALLY” 

- What happens next is entirely up to you. Def didn’t end it like this because I also suck at writing confession scenes no never

Holee shit this took so long to write I am so sorry guys. This also reads like a scenario with bullet points so sorry to anon but at the time I started writing I saw a post about falling in love slowly and then I had the bright idea to make this post really long because experimentation and bias. Sorry guys!

#twisted wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul #azul twst #azul twisted wonderland

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Luck of the Draw

Summary: Anti’s up to his old tricks, it’s up to the Septics to stop him.

A/N: Saint Paddy’s Day is my excuse to have all the Septics in one story. Enjoy.

KA-THUD!

Anti awoke to the sound of a lightning bolt ringing in his ears. He had just reformed after running into Dark. In his defense, if he’d known Dark was more red than blue he would have kept a 40-foot pole in-between them.

There was a thunderstorm out now. Something that both thrilled and unnerved him. Thrilled because he partially fed off of electricity since he was a glitch demon, but it also unnerved because he . . . he had . . . he was . . .

It was probably unimportant anyways. If it was important he would have remembered it.

He buried the uncomfortable churning in his soul by tracking down Henrik. He always felt better after pissing off Henrik.

By the time he found them there was a lull in the storm and Henrik was with the other Septics. All six of them were seated around an outside café table. A couple of them had sandwiches, but everyone had various types of coffee.

Anti was moving before he was even sure what he was going to do to piss off Henrik. But he saw that Henrik was right under the edge of the mental awning of the café. There was still some water.

Marvin got the warning that Anti was nearby right before Henrik got a bucket’s worth of water right on top of him.

There was a glitchy cackle and Anti was leaning over the edge. Henrik wiped the water out of his face, turning in absolute fury to Anti and starting to shout at him in a mix of English, but mostly German.

Chase and Marvin looked a bit worried and upset, mostly because they’d been also hit by the water, but J.J and Séan were just watching them with different levels of amusement. J.J in particular calmly sipping on his tea in his chair. Unlike Marvin who got some water on him, J.J was in a perfectly shielded spot, which Séan could only stare in suspicion at since J.J had been very eager to go for that seat first. Robbie was just looking between everyone, clearly looking for some social cue. Usually he was good at it, but today he’d been having some problems and the two drastically different reactions from his teammates were not helping.

Anti was just cackling, grinning at Henrik as he leaned on the edge of the awning.

Then . . . something struck him in the side of the head. It was a high caliber round but it struck Anti in the head and neck and if he’d been possessing a body the shot would have killed it. Since he wasn’t, his aura just devoured the bullet and Anti’s whole body glitched.

Immediately he froze and started looking around for the assailant. Someone had pissed on his fun and he wasn’t going to let that slide.

Eventually his eyes landed on a shooter standing in black and Anti recognized him instantly, “Brody, yer kid’s gettin’ a new face.”[1]

The glitch demon shot off towards the rooftop and Paddy, Chase’s eldest son, dropped his rifle for a handgun and once Anti was close enough shot him point-blank in the chest.

This round however wasn’t a bullet, it was an EMP dart that jolted through Anti’s body and he was out. The round wasn’t enough to discorporate the demon, only stun him.

Paddy looked inordinately pleased with himself and was about to stomp on the demon’s face when a dart hit him in the arm and he froze, confused. His arm was already feeling numb.

The confusion caught the young sniper off guard at exactly the wrong moment when gas was shot in his face and dropped him. A magical barrier drawn around Anti and shielding him from magical or human eyes.

Paddy woke up while he was being dangled off the edge of a building, Anti holding him by the collar of his shirt, magic keeping him from dropping . . . for now.

The young teen let out a farther undignified, terrified squeak.

“Yeh[2] awake?” Anti cackled. “Good. This’ll teach yah ta mess with me.”[3]

“Give him here Anti!” Marvin flew over, magic at his fingertips. Jackie zipping up behind the demon, J.J and Chase following behind the speedster. Robbie and Henrik who were at the foot of the building braced to catch Paddy or intercept Anti.

“Give me back my kid!” Chase ordered.

“He shot me in the face!” Anti spat.

“Why do yeh care? Yeh can’t get any fookin’ uglier.”[4] Marvin dared.

Anti hissed at Marvin.

Chase took a step closer and Anti threw Paddy over at the sharpshooter. “I fookin’ see him again, an’ he’s dead.”[5]

“Yah[2] okay?” Chase asked his son as Anti disappeared in a flash of pixels.

Paddy pushed himself away in anger, “I had him!”

“Why were yeh goin’ after him?” Chase demanded as Paddy collected his things and started putting them away. J.J was standing off to the side of the roof, close to the corner and just watched the group as everyone left the roof and Paddy stomped off to get away from Chase.

Back up at the roof the Septics had been on Anti was still lying where he’d been dropped. It didn’t take him long to get back up but by then the storm was rolling back into the area.

Anti was pissed, he was going to find that kid and take his fingers.

When he got up, there was someone on the roof with him. It was dark but Anti could still see and he was out for blood.

He moved forward and suddenly the other person was right in front of him and punched Anti in the face.

The glitch demon hissed at his assailant. The figure stood against him, rain falling off the sleek black suit, a silvery-brass spade symbol on the front.

Anti couldn’t detect a scent, he couldn’t see an aura, but something in him absolutely hated this individual. The glitch demon was letting out a low growl, accented by the lightning around them.

There was a stray bolt of lightning that crashed down dangerously close and when the blinding light cleared there were four almost identical people standing against Anti. The only difference between the suits was that a different card suit sat on their chests. Spade, Hearts, Diamond, and . . .

“Hello Anti,” Clubs greeted, the distorted voice covering up anything that could be used to identify the individual.

Anti summoned his knife, “I want fook all ta do with yeh so back off.”[6]

“No one needs to get hurt today,” Clubs reminded. He motioned to Spade. “My friend here is an expert on both tech and glitch demons. We could have killed you at any time.”

“I don’t like yeh[2] freaks,” Anti snarled. “An’ I don’t like bein’ told what ta do.”[7]

Spade pressed something on his arm panel and something in Anti’s form felt like it was being twisted. He screamed and his form started floating.

Clubs magically shuffled the deck, cards floating in the air until the whole deck disappeared to six cards. The aces of spade and diamond, the jacks of clubs and heart, and two jokers. Each had faces on them. Each face in order was Logan, J.J, Chase, and Ethan. With Marvin and Nate on the jokers. “All we need is for you to keep your eyes on them and tell us where they are. If you want to fight them or ignore them otherwise, we don’t care.”

“I think yah all should just go fook yerselves,”[8] Anti dared.

“You either assist us or this is the last conversation we have,” Spade threatened.

Anti let out another violent hiss, glitching even more than before in his anger.

“Now, now,” Diamond chuckled, the tone a little lighter than the other two, a slight grainy tone to the distortion. “There’s no need for threats.”

“You know there is,” Spade retorted. “He will answer to nothing else.”

“Why don’t yah go an’ fook a band ‘a needles, then?”[9] Anti flipped him off.

Spade took a step, his hands turning into long spikes. “You’re all bluster and no substance.”

“Spade,” Diamond warned.

“Yeah Spade,” Anti baited, “why don’t yah listen ta the bastard holdin’ yer leash?”[10]

That electrical jolt passed through Anti’s form, feeling like it was trying to rearrange his insides. Anti collapsed to the ground, trying to fight the screams and Spade walked over to slam one of his spikes into Anti’s shoulder, the pain ripping through the glitch’s soul, making him scream.

Right before the pain could discorporate Anti’s form, Spade backed off and it stopped, the aftershocks rippling through the glitch demon.

Something was thrown in front of Anti’s face and spade commented, “Well leave you some time to think on it.”

When Anti picked his head up the four figures were gone. The object was Henrik’s hospital ID and something in Anti absolutely boiled with fury.

Threatening him was one thing he couldn’t tolerate.

Threatening Henrik was another. Henrik had nothing to do with them.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do to make them pay but he did know that it wasn’t going to be quick. Anti was going to make them bleed.

And he certainly wasn’t going to help them find anything.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations

1. Brody, your kid’s getting a new face.

2. You

3. Good. This will teach you to mess with me.

4. Why do you care? You can’t get any fooking uglier.

5. I fucking see him again, and he’s dead.

6. I want fuck all to do with you so back off.

7. And I don’t like being told what to do

8. I think you all should just go fuck yourselves

9. Why don’t you go and fook a band of needles, then?

10. why don’t you listen to the bastard holding your leash?

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Jacksepticeye #Antisepticeye #Chase Brody #J.J #Jameson Jackson #Marvin the Magnificent #Henrik von Schneeplestein #The Spade #♠️ #The Clubs #♣️ #The Diamond #♦️ #The Hearts #♥️ #Antistein #magic #threats #Spade being Spade #Anti being Anti #Anti needs to sort out his feelings

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Hello!! I'd love love LOVE if I could get a bit of a longer fic of Loki x Female Reader. The reader is a member of the Avengers and she has it BAD for Loki. They are very close but she does not think he would ever return those feelings. She is sent on a stealth mission but it goes wrong. She ends up in a sex trafficking hustle and she is a virgin. Loki notices she doesn't come back and gets worried and he rescues her before anything bad happens.

Hi! This is a fantastic prompt, and I hope I’ve done it justice!

This was a little out of my comfort zone simply because I’ve never written much action before, but I’m pretty damn happy with the result!

Word count: 4263

Warnings: Strong language, talk of sex trafficking, talk of r*pe. Nothing sexually explicit.

You sip slowly at your coffee, letting the feeling of the hot liquid oozing down your throat ease your hunched up body. 

Last night you had drunk a few too many glasses of wine, and few too little glasses of water. You trace the lines of the polished oak wood table before you, really wishing you could go back to bed. Leaning back in your chair, you take another sip as Fury's voice carries around the room.

"..simple enough for soldiers such as yourselves.." You tune him out again, the other six members of your stealth squad rigid in their seats, eyes studying the director carefully, listening silently to every word he says. 

Your eyes come into focus again as a familiar silhouette appears on the other side of the glass wall. Loki walks past nonchalantly, hands stuffed into his dark wash jeans, green t-shirt clinging deliciously to his chiseled torso. It really is unfair how gorgeous he is. You watch as he goes up to the coffee machine and presses the button for a latte. Snorting into your cup, you push your thoughts out to him. 

~Tosser ~

You know full well that he's only come down to the briefing floor to wind you up, with a perfectly good coffee machine on your own floor. 

~ Oh absolutely, my dear ~

The silken sound of Loki's voice whispers lowly in your ear, unheard by others in the room. You watch as his large hand reaches out to wrap around the paper cup.

~ Good luck, today ~

You scowl at him as he turns around and winks at you before striding away.

~ Piss off ~ 

A small smile plays at his lips just before he leaves your line of vision. He was the prick who had suggested a movie marathon last night, helped you demolish half of the wine fridge and now got to stay at the Tower all day, doing fuck all. It really wasn't fair. Maybe when you got back you could have a little revenge, cover his bedroom ceiling in pictures of Thor or something, maybe hide some photos in his drawers and pillow cases. Something he couldn't quickly magic away. 

You smirk. That might just work.

"Agent!" Fury's voice carries around the room and you flick your eyes over to him. He smiles sardonically. "Nice of you to join us."

"You're welcome." You smile back sweetly and his jaw twitches. "Don't worry, Director. I've already read the brief, and you said it yourself, the mission should be easy enough." The lie flows easily from your lips. 

"Jesus fuck, you're as bad as Stark with that mouth of yours. It's not appreciated, Agent."

"It's part of why you keep me around."

"Uh-huh." He grunts and drops the file he was holding onto the table. "Briefing concluded. You're all to be on the jet in 30 minutes."

The soldiers around you all stand up and you clear out with them. You need a filthy helping of grease, and have just enough time to leg it to the burger van a couple blocks away.

-----

You throw the dirty napkins in the bin and wash your hands, running over the brief in your mind. The hard drive you're being sent to retrieve is in the basement of an abandoned gym in one of the poorer neighbourhoods of Atlantic City. A maximum of ten men are expected to be there, all of them with weapons, no more than six of them with military training. The hard drive contains sensitive information which the leader had won in a bet, and was now trying to sell to the highest bidder. Two of your team will take the upper level, another two on the ground floor, and the last two with you in the basement. 

The most stressful thing will be dealing with Williamson's singing on the way back, an awful celebratory habit of his. Thank god he's a good soldier, otherwise you might strap him with a parachute and kick him off the jet. 

-----

“Everyone off. The entry point is three blocks west.” You motion everyone off the jet with your hands before following them as you all jog through the desolate neighbourhood. You all flatten your backs against the wall of the next door building, and you creep forwards to peer ahead. A lone man stands outside the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he looks around. Although dressed casually, you can see the handgun tucked into his waistband. You slide the silencer onto your gun and take aim.

His body falls to the ground with a soft thud and you wave to the others to follow. Williamson moves in front of you to kick the door down and you aim over his left shoulder as the two of you take down the men inside before they can shout out. Peters and Edwards push forward into the building ahead of you, and the other four follow you to the staircase on your right. Williamson and Smith take the stairs up and you wave Johnson and Willows down with you. 

As you descend, the throbbing in your head returns and you rub your forehead, willing it to go away. The door in front of you is slightly ajar and you hold your hand up to stop the others as you listen closely.

“...the new lot are waiting by the docks, should be leaving in an hour or so.” A gruff voice says.

A high pitched laugh rings out. “Any of them any good?” 

“As if you could afford one, Anderson.” A third man snickers. 

Perfect, they’re not expecting you. You nod to the other two before pushing the door open. The men are sitting around a table, and you shoot one in the chest before the other two have even stood up. Johnson ducks as the smaller guy shoots, and you land a bullet in his throat before he can turn to you. 

The rest of the room is empty, with a door on the left and right. “Johnson, Willows. You take the right, I’ll take the left.” You whisper and they nod.

You press your ear to the door on the left. It’s mostly silent, except for the clacking of computer keys. Only one guy it seems. You kick the door open, gun raised at the man behind the computer.

Time seems to slow as your finger rests on the trigger, a flicker of surprise gracing your features at the young man in front of you; spotty skin, a star trek t-shirt stained with ketchup and a poor attempt at what is probably his first mustache.

You shouldn’t hesitate, you never have before. Maybe it’s the headache, maybe it’s something else, but either way - you know you’ve fucked up as a large figure looms in your peripheral vision to your right. You barely leap out of the way before the giant of a man’s fist punches through the air where your head was. You spin to face him, back to the young guy as you shoot straight through the big guy’s head. Turning quickly back around, you lift your gun again, expecting to see the younger guy’s face.

Instead, you see the fist of a man double your size, right before it lands on your face. You fly back against the wall, gun falling from your grip. Your head spins and vision blurs as you try to lift yourself to your feet. 

“Not so fast, pretty girl.” The brute’s giant hand wraps around your throat as shouts sound out around you. He drags you by your throat as you kick out, scratching at his fist, towards an open door at the back of the room. He drags you past several men as Johnson and Willows burst into the room, shooting at them. They disappear from sight as you’re dragged through the door into a dim hallway. You gasp for air, your vision growing dark as the blood is restricted to your head. Just as you black out, you feel yourself being hauled over the brute’s shoulder.

----

When you wake, your head is pounding and everything hurts. You’re cold, and everything is so bright. You squint around the room, taking in the concrete walls, the concrete floor, the fluorescent lights. Opposite you is a window of one way glass, and just in front of it, a camera on a tripod, the flashing red light indicating that it is recording. You look yourself over and realise with a jarring shiver that you’ve been stripped and given a simple white dress, your legs and shoulders exposed. As you do this a rattle sounds next to you and you gasp, clutching at your neck and feeling the metal collar wrapped around it. The back of it has a chain attached, and when you stand on shaky legs, you realise the chain is attached to the middle of the wall. You don’t bother to pull at it, knowing full well that it won’t budge.

The chain allows you to move about six feet away from the wall, but no further, definitely not close enough to kick at the tripod or touch the glass. The girl in the mirror looks awful, dark circles under her eyes and bruises around her neck, skin grey in the light. You grind your teeth, more angry than scared. Ten men! What a load of bullshit! They had at least fifteen in the building, and if Fury could get his fucking facts straight, you would’ve been more prepared!

You stop your gnashing as the door to the left of the camera clangs, the sound of several bolts being opened, before it swings open to reveal two men. The first, a tall, balding man in a suit, smiles at you coldly. The second is dressed in all black, clutching a rifle.

They stop next to the camera as the door slams shut behind them, echoing around the chamber. 

“Do you know why you are here?” The first man drawls, his voice like a serpents. 

You smirk at him. “You’re gonna torture me for information. Good luck with that by the way, I’ve been trained by the best. You won’t hear a peep from me.”

He snickers, covering his mouth with his hand and you try not to show your unease. “I have no use for your information, sweetheart.” He stares over at you like he can see through your dress. “No, your mind is not what I value. Your body will fetch a much higher price.”

You clench your jaw at his words, trying not to let the fear creep into you. 

He steps forwards, arms behind his back as he looks you up and down. “There are many out there who would love to have one of SHIELD’s operatives in their hands. It’s a much more personal way to… take out their grievances.”

You fight the urge to step back, away from him; and instead raise your chin at him, not looking away. 

He chuckles. “Look at that, such bravery. I do wonder how long that will hold out.” He turns away, walking back towards the wall before leaning nonchalantly against it. “I saw you, you know, when they brought you here. So beautiful, so vulnerable.” He licks his lips. “Such a lovely body too, what a shame we can’t hear how nicely you beg.” Your hands twitch by your sides, itching to cover yourself. “Tell me, are you a virgin?”

You still, not allowing yourself to do anything that will give away an answer, but that seems to be answer enough. He claps his hands in joy, pushing himself off the wall in excitement. “You are! Oh, how wonderful! We can double the price now.” He chortles to himself.

“Fuck you.” You spit at his feet, straining against the chain.

“Not me darling, but someone else. Soon.” He taps his hand on top of the camera. “Do you know why we record you? So that the buyers can get a taste for the product they’re buying; and you, sweetheart, are the newest in a long line of girls who have been in our special store.”

He picks up the camera and switches it off, handing it to the other man. “Don’t fret. You won’t be in here too long, we’ve already received some interest.”

The man knocks on the door and it opens again. “Toodles.” He wags his fingers at you before striding out.

The door shuts behind the two, and you hear the bolts sliding into place. They’re really not taking any chances with you, are they? You sit back against the wall, and run your hands through your hair. You have no idea how long has passed since you arrived at the original mission site, but it’s surely not more than a few hours. They had definitely drugged you in some way to get you here, but you were confident that they hadn’t… violated you. You shiver, closing your eyes and bowing your head.

You’d be found, right? Before.. Before you were bought by whatever despicable human wanted this kind of perverse thing. You had been wanting to lose your virginity for a while, but the right time never seemed to come around, and by the time it did, your mind was occupied with something , well, someone, else. You sure as hell aren’t going to go down without a fight, but the fear grips you tightly and blink away the tears. What if you don’t have a choice? What if they.. No. You’re not going to think about it. 

You trust the team. You trust him. Loki. He had been your rock since you joined the team, the one you clicked with the most. His quiet wit, and his loud exclamations when you got him alone. His gorgeous smile, and the amused looks he reserved only for you when the others did something stupid. The way he had taught you how to project your thoughts to him, and no one else, a private thing between the two of you. He was your best friend. And yes, maybe you had been hoping to lose your v-card to him, but that didn’t really matter now, as long as it wasn’t some evil bastard on the other side of the glass. Fuck, if you got out of here in time, you might finally grow the balls to actually tell him how you feel. He wouldn’t reciprocate of course, but at least you wouldn’t have to hide it anymore. The thought of Loki in a slutty priest costume swims into your head. “You have a confession?” The absurdity of it makes you smile, a small reprieve from the worry itching itself through your veins.

You allow yourself to drift off into a daydream of different members of the team in ridiculous outfits, Thor as a ballerina, Tony in a unicorn onesie, Nat as Director Fury, and soon enough drift off to sleep.

-----

You wake to the sound of scraping metal, and look up at the man in the suit as he carries in a tray of food and a glass of water. He slides it over to you, some of the water spilling over the edge of the paper cup. An apple and two slices of buttered bread lie on the tray, no plate, nothing you can use as a weapon.

“I wouldn’t usually bring a girl their food myself, but I thought I’d let you know some exciting news!” He exclaims in an exaggerated tone.

You say nothing, gulping down the water as he watches your throat move. “We’ve had a tremendous response to your tape. The top six bidders will be here tomorrow morning to see you in person.”

He smiles at you in mock kindness. “Make sure you rest up well, I imagine you’ll be quite busy tomorrow.” He laughs, heading towards the door.

You stand up quickly, holding out a hand. “Wait!” He turns back, an eyebrow raised. “Could I please use the toilet?”

He smiles coldly. “Of course, I can't have you soiled when the buyers arrive.” He gestures to someone outside the door and two men walk in, dressed just as the other guy was earlier, holding guns. “Please escort her to the lavatory.” He leaves the room and the two men look at you.

“Face the wall, palms to the wall.” The one on the right barks and you do as you’re told. You feel one of them come up behind you, moving your hair out of the way and you feel sick. The jingle of keys sounds and then you feel the neck restraint slacken. Two pairs of hands grab an arm each, and they lead you away between them, your restraint falling to the floor. Outside the door is a long hallway lined with doors, all of them shut tight. You get the distinct feeling that you are underground and struggle to keep up with the guards' long strides. When you reach the end of the hallway, it opens up into a larger room, where a woman in a white lab coat is bustling about. A young girl, perhaps 17 or 18 lies unconscious on a bed, a large gash on her head. It looks as if the doctor is stitching her up. The guards pull you around the side of a curtain to see a toilet. They let you go and push you towards it. They don’t turn away, amused looks on their faces as your skin flushes. You lift your skirt, squatting down. You try to focus on something else, utterly mortified as they watch you. You reach for the toilet roll and wipe, turning around to flush the toilet.

This is the only chance you might get. You launch yourself backwards into one of the guards, grabbing his arm and shifting your weight to throw him over your shoulder. He wacks his head on the bowl of the toilet, but you don’t stop. Hitting the other guard’s pressure points, you pull the gun from his grasp, sliding it across the room. You put one foot on the unconscious guard’s body, using the momentum to launch yourself onto the other guard, hitting him repeatedly with your elbows as he tries to pry you off. You land an especially hard blow and he stumbles, allowing you to kick off him and push him into the wall which he slides down. You skid around the curtain, the doctor shielding the unconscious girl’s body as she looks at you with wide eyes. 

“Please you have to help me, how do I get out of here?!” You try not to scream the words but she just looks at you. “¿Dónde está la salida?” You say, hoping maybe she speaks spanish. The sounds of boots on concrete thunder towards the room from down the hallway and you shake her shoulders. “Please!” Again, she says nothing.

You grab a scalpel off of the tray beside her, wielding it in front of you as guards come pouring into the room. One, two, three, four, five, six. All of them aiming at you. You drop the scalpel, holding your hands up in surrender.

-----

You don’t sleep a wink all night, just staring at the wall, your back aching from the unforgiving floor. What if you’re not found in time? What if you’re sold like a slave? Images of what could happen flash through your mind and you wipe at the tears that threaten to spill over. You have to hope, you can’t give into the fear so easily.

It feels like an eternity, this waiting. Eventually, you hear voices outside. “I think you’ll find she’s much to your liking, gentleman.” The clang of the bolts sliding sounds and you push yourself back against the wall, pulling your dress as low as it will go, and yet it still won’t cover your knees. Your heart pounds in your ears as the guy in the suit walks in, followed by six other men. Your eyes lock on the second to last’s and the lights in the room flicker. Loki.

Now with short blonde hair, and wearing a cream suit; he looks almost nothing like himself. And yet you’d know those ice blue eyes anywhere, those cheekbones, those lips - usually lifted in laughter but now pressed tight together. His eyes blaze with anger as he takes you in, covered in bruises, hunched against the wall. Your heart beats so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear it, and you look away quickly, not wanting to let your reaction give anything away.

~ Stay calm ~ You send your thoughts out to him.

~ My love, what have they done to you? ~ Your eyes dart back to his as the lights flicker again. His voice in your ear brings tears to your eyes as relief floods you. He’s never called you that before.

~ You need to keep your magic under control ~ 

“...bidding at 1.5, gentlemen?” The man’s voice draws you back to the room. A larger guy licks his lips at you as he raises his hand.

“Wonderful. What about 1.75? Anyone?”  Loki raises his hand and you shiver.

“Excellent. Anyone have two million for one of SHIELD’s own?” 

~ We have to delay them, the team is almost here ~ Loki’s voice in your ear is like silk, and makes you feel stronger just from hearing it.

You gulp as another man raises his hand. You had been trying so hard to contain your emotions , but if you’re gonna slow this down, you need to put on a show. 

“Fuck you!” You spit, clambering to your feet. “I dare you, fucking try me!” You scream it, letting yourself feel the anger, breathing heavily.

The men laugh at you. “Isn’t she so feisty?” One says. 

“Mmm indeed.” Another agrees and raises his hand.

“Two million, lovely. Anyone going for two and a quarter?” 

You scream, throwing yourself forward until the chain pulls painfully at your throat. “Come here you bastard, and let me give you two million dollars worth.” You reach your hands out like a mad woman, clawing at the air in front of the men. 

“May I?” Loki asks, stepping forwards towards you with fake curiosity. 

“Oi! Who said you get to touch her?!” One of the men shouts, pulling Loki back. He spins around, towering over the guy.

“Gentlemen please, let us continue the auction.” The man says and Loki straightens his blazer, returning to the wall. 

Gun shots ring out down the hall and all of them men look over to the open door. “If you’ll excuse me.” The man says, rushing from the room. 

“Looks like it’s free dibs.” One of the men says, eyeing you up. You stumble backwards as you lock eyes with him, and then another man punches him.

Apparently that is all that is needed for a brawl to break out, and you back against the wall, watching as Loki drops something, nonchalantly kicking it back to you as he throws a punch. The hook pick slides across the floor and you scramble to pick it up, sliding it into the lock around your throat. You jiggle it, almost laughing in elation as it releases, and you rip it from around your throat. When you look up, four of the men lay on the floor unconscious, and Loki slams the last against the wall, smashing his head into the concrete. 

He turns around, his glamour falling away to reveal his long black hair and leather suit. Tears pour down your face as he pulls you into his embrace, shushing you. “My little dove, I’m here.” He coos at you and you cry harder at the nickname he reserves for special occasions. 

“I was so worried… I thought.. I thought you might not find me in time.” You sob into his chest.

“Sshh, I will always be here for you.”

“Promise me.” You let your walls down with your words, and Loki sinks to the floor with you in his lap.

“I promise, my love.”

You sniffle, pulling away from him. “Don’t call me that. You don’t mean it.”

He chuckles. “Is this really the place for confessions?”

The image of him in a slutty priest outfit flashes through your head and you give a watery laugh. “Because of the unconscious cunts on the floor?”

“I mean, partly.” He says, smoothing your hair behind your ears as you wipe your face.

“Are we safe?” You ask, knowing he can sense the energies around.

“Yes, the others are waiting just outside.”

“Then yes, it is the place for confessions. I was so scared Loki…”

“Sshh it’s okay.” He rubs the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks.

“No, it’s not. Because through everything I was so scared that I wouldn’t get to see you, get to tell you..” You break off, tears threatening to pour again.

“I know, little dove.” He tilts your chin up to make you look at him and strokes your hair. “I love you.” He whispers the words, and your tears spill over at the sight of his own eyes shining with tears, at hearing him say the words you had waited so long for.

“I love you too, Loki.” You hold onto him tightly, and he squeezes you, letting you cry.

After several long minutes, you pull away, wiping the snot from your face. “Sorry, I probably look disgusting.”

“Be quiet. You look as gorgeous as ever.” He stands, offering you a hand. He shrugs out of his long leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders. “Let’s get you home, pet.”

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[capricorn-stark]

Guns and Nightmares: Pt 2

pairing: bucky barnes x winter soldier! reader

warning: strong language

a/n: Bucky with grey eyes is a headcanon lol

Part One

You are a former Winter Solider struggling to adapt to a new world after being recovered from the ice chambers by SHIELD nearly fifty years later. You are listed as the only surviving soldier until the sudden reappearance of a man by the name of Bucky Barnes.

Or:

Two damaged people try to help each other heal.

Finding him wasn't the hard part.

Despite your messed-up memories, you were still able to use some of the skills you retained from your time in HYDRA to track Barnes down until you were standing in front of his apartment door in a matter of mere weeks. The hard part was figuring out if that trip was actually worth the shit you had gone through while you stared the door down like you were expecting it to magically open without you having to knock first.

What if he wasn't even home? What if this was the wrong apartment? What if he didn't even know who you were? What if his memory's just as trash as yours was? The anxiety-driven questions were absolutely endless, and the only way you managed to keep them at bay was by finally raising your hand and rapping your knuckles against the peeling wood, your body tensing up as you waited.

One beat of silence, then another, then another. Nothing. You were just about to turn away when you heard the lock on the other side click, followed by the feeble creak of a door opening.

The man standing on the other side looked like he had barely arrived before you had, judging from the heavy jacket he wore and the cap perched atop his tangled brown hair. Neither of you said anything for a while, sizing each other up in silence as the grimy lights lining the hallway flickered. For a moment, you wondered if anyone else even lived around there. The stillness was unbearable. Your gaze flickered away from the questionable stains on the walls and back to him, only to notice that his grey eyes had fixated on your face.

"Don't think I called room service." It took you a minute to fully let the audacity of his statement sink in, eliciting a blank stare from you.

"I don't think they offer room service in a place that's about to collapse." He was staring back at you with an equally blank expression, making you wonder if the man was actually joking or not. You were starting to get the feeling that he wasn't. You moved on real fast. "You're James Barnes. I have to talk to you." His grip on the doorknob visibly tightened. You forced your expression to remain neutral and ignore it. You weren't scared of him. But you would keep your guard up. "Look, I don't have a white flag to wave right now. I'm not here for trouble."

"What do you want?" Despite the edge in his tone, you stood your ground, looking him straight in the eye.

"Information. On me." He was still staring, but you noticed the slightest raise of his brow before his expression was neutral once more.

"Listen, lady. You got the wrong guy. I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He was already moving to close the door again when your hand shot out to press against it, evoking another questioning look. "What are you-"

"My name's (y/n)," you interjected, still looking up at him as you held the door open, keeping your voice even and strong. You had an objective, you knew who your target was. And like hell were you about to leave without getting what you needed. "And as far as I can tell, I'm just like you. I know you. I don't know how, but I do." Your eyes flickered across his face, waiting for any sign of recognition. "And I know you know me, too."

And for just a fraction of a second, you saw his gaze waver.

"I already told you," he started, his voice dropping as he took another step back into his apartment. "I don't know you. I don't know what the hell you're here for. You got the wrong guy."

His tone was even and his expression was completely neutral. For a regular person, it would've been incredibly difficult to discern that the man was telling anything but the truth based on his voice and how expertly he controlled his movement. He was believable despite his shady appearance because of the blankness in his face, the resolute look in his eyes, the way he remained so incredibly guarded. He wasn't trying to trigger a reaction from you, you were sure of that. At least, not right then.

But you were far from a regular person. That much, you knew. And with your eye, it was easy to pick up the little cues from his body language that any untrained person would have missed. Cues he couldn't cover up so quickly because you knew he was trying to conceal that he did, in fact, register who you were. He was lying to your face.

"I have the right guy."

Pale grey eyes met yours in a moment of complete, unrelenting silence. You felt your body tense, heart racing as you anticipated his next move and your own. The knives in your sleeves were a precaution. The guns in your holsters were from habit. You didn't want things to go downhill. You knew this man. But if he was dangerous, you would resort to methods you didn't want to use. Despite everything that had happened to you, you still anticipated an attack because it had been drilled into you from a time you couldn't even remember. At the end of the day, you found yourself being exactly what they said you had been trained to be.

A soldier.

His eyes flickered over your face for just a second, grip on the door tightening even more before he finally opened his mouth to say something - right when the glass behind him shattered, a man rolling up with a gun aimed straight at him and shouting "Freeze!" before you both found yourselves completely surrounded by heavily armed men with a whole lot of guns.

Things were definitely going downhill.

You slowly raised your hands as the intruders in bulletproof uniforms branded with the bold white word POLIZEI continued shouting at you to raise your hands, moving to surround you both. You saw Barnes letting go of the doorknob out of the corner of your eye, slowly raising his hands up as well. His eyes met yours again and it didn't take an hour's worth of analysis to register your next course of actions.

You moved to counterattack with the fluidity of a partnership that had worked together for far longer than a mere few seconds.

They had barely registered the flash of your guns when you fired at them, using your momentary distraction to grab hold of the nearest man's wrist and yank it around, using his own weight to pull him forwards before your legs wrapped around his neck and sent him tumbling into another two policemen. You fired another round of shots as another man shouted in German and sent a bullet whizzing past your ear, building up your momentum in a brief sprint before slamming your legs against his chest, letting him crash right into the wall before you sprang up off the ground and knocked out another one with a spinning back kick to the head.

"On your right!" Barnes whipped around right as you took out the man who had managed to sneak up on him, grinning for just a split second before punching another guy in the face and sweeping his legs out from beneath him.

You heard another chorus of screams and looked up just in time to see Barnes raising his hand and blocking a bullet with-

A metal arm?

You barely had time to register any surprise when you heard a yell from behind you, whirling around right when the unfortunate soul was met with a solid punch to the face with the aforementioned metal arm. You looked up to see Barnes beside you, meeting your gaze for just a second before the man crumpled to the ground and he turned to run towards the window.

"On your right."

You snapped out of whatever that had been, cursing yourself for not being careful as you watched him snatch up a bag and break straight through the glass, tucking and rolling up to another run once he landed one rooftop away. You followed suit, ignoring the stab of pain that shot through your legs at your somewhat reckless landing as you did so.

"Barnes!"

A group of special forces raiding his apartment had most certainly not been included in your plan at any point, but that didn't mean you were about to let the guy get away. You had no idea where the hell he'd wind up, or how long it would take for you to find him again, and if you let him go now, you would be kissing your only real, living connection to your past goodbye. So you sprinted after him, nearly catching up as he turned his head to look at you - right when you felt something hit your shoulder blades, then your back, causing you to topple forwards against the rooftop.

You weren't processing pain. All you could feel was your body growing ten times heavier as you tried to push yourself back onto your feet, only to fall right back down as spots danced around your vision like you were being forced into a deep, deep sleep. If this was what dying felt like, you thought it would have been a far less terrifying prospect to you in the past.

The last thing you heard was a gunshot.

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[advisortotheadvisor]

@nojohi hey, I was your holiday exchange person! I made some puckabrina fluff for you!

The first time it kind of happened was when Sabrina is thirteen.

She had been up since 5 AM because Daphne had woken everyone up banging on a pot and screaming that it was Christmas like it was new information the rest of the family hadn't been privy to until now. It was nearly 1 PM now and most of the adults were getting Christmas lunch ready, meaning that Sabrina (and Puck, kind of) was in charge of making sure none of the younger kids did anything hospital visit worthy.

Red was coloring quietly while Pinocchio talked her ear off about the new books he'd received; Basil chewed contently on the ear of his well-loved stuffed rabbit: Daphne had received a Nerf gun from ‘Santa’ and was currently doing her best to make it everyone else’s problem. Satisfied with the fact that nobody was in the process of burning the house down, Sabrina settled against the arm of the couch to watch whatever cheesy Christmas movie was playing and eat as much candy as she could until she inevitably lost her appetite trying to eat whatever food Granny Relda was whipping up. Unfortunately, a grubby hand stole both her peace and her candy cane.

“Your face is gonna freeze if you keep looking at me like that,” Puck responded cheerfully to her heated glare. There was a loud crunch as he bit the end of his ill-gotten treat. “You know, you humans like to pat yourselves on the back for all that lame stuff like going to the moon, but really your best achievement are these right here.” He waved the candy cane for emphasis. “Delicious and easy to sharpen into a weapon to use against your enemies? Genius!”

“Glad you're impressed,” Sabrina grumbled. “Now give it back.” She made a grab for it, but he simply leaned out of her reach. When she tried again, he fluttered away and hovered in the middle of the room. He shot her a smug smile and she saw red.

Oh, it was on.

She chased him around the room, nearly knocking over several stacks of books in the process. He would occasionally slow down, allowing her to almost catch him before picking up his speed again and leaving her in the dust with a high-pitched giggle. He finally stopped and hovered a couple inches above her, but before she could snatch the damn candy cane out of his hand (and maybe punch him a couple times for good measure), a loud, giddy voice interrupted them.

“Ooh, Puck and Sabrina are under the mistletoe!” Daphne cried, momentarily  distracted from shooting Nerf bullets at the empty soda can perched precariously on a stack of books. Sabrina looked up and, sure enough, there was a sprig of mistletoe strung up above their heads.

“Mistletoe?” Puck flew higher for a better look. “What’s it for? Does it give you some kind of horrible rash or something?” He asked, looking at Sabrina like hundreds of new prank ideas were already streaming through his mind.

“No, it-" Sabrina started to say, but was swiftly interrupted.

“Nope!” Daphne bounced over to them. “It's just a regular plant, but if you stand under it with somebody, you have to kiss them.”

“Kiss them? But that means…” Puck trailed off, eyes locking onto Sabrina's, and she could feel his blush mirrored on her own face.

“Whatever. It's just a dumb tradition,” Sabrina muttered, furiously shutting down any thoughts of her and Puck's decidedly less platonic interactions and the weird, warm feelings they conjured up.

Daphne looked like she wanted to protest, but, thankfully Granny Relda called them in for lunch before the conversation could get any more awkward.

(Her and Puck still avoid making eye contact for the rest if the day.)

--

The second time it almost happened, Sabrina was fourteen.

The wind bit into her nose and whipped at the exposed bit of wrist between the end of her sleeves and the start of her gloves. Snow had made its way into her shoes and was slowly soaking into her socks. Her fingers felt like icicles masquerading as a part of her body. But, despite the miserable weather, Sabrina was having the time of her life.

Why? Because she was in the middle of a free-for-all snowball fight death match.

It was almost 10 AM and despite the inviting warmth inside the house, nothing could beat the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Snowball fights might be relatively tame for other families, but add in a couple everafters and Grimms, and it became a dog-eat-dog world.

Sabrina panted as she hid behind a tree, fingers curled as tightly as they could around a snowball without crushing it. From her vantage point, she had a clear shot at Red and Daphne's hastily constructed snow fort. But, before she could make a move, a twig snapped behind her, immediately putting her on the defensive.

It was Puck, hiding behind his own tree only a couple feet away. She raised her weapon, but he shook his head frantically at her and pointed at Red and Daphne's fort with a raised eyebrow. Two years of battle strategies and living together meant that Sabrina could read the look on his place like it was a book; he was proposing a sneak attack. She nodded, and then held up three fingers. On the count of three.

Three.

Two.

Before she could lower her last finger, Puck transformed into a polar bear and charged. He roared and the little girls shrieked in response. They tried to fight back, but it was in vain considering that Puck was literally a fucking bear. He knocked the their fort down and then swiped at the snow with his paw, sending it showering over the girls. It was then that Sabrina attacked from the left flank, pelting them mercilessly.

But, just when it looked like victory would be theirs, Daphne reached into her pocket and pulled out a small ring. Sabrina's world was upended as the snow she was standing on rose up and then dropped back down on her and Puck.

“Using magic is cheating,” Sabrina said as she wiped the snow off her face.

“You never said that,” Daphne chirped.

“She's got a point,” Puck pointed out. “Good one, Marshmallow.” He shot her a finger gun and she shot one back

“Don't take her side!” Sabrina said, shoving his shoulder. “She's the reason we lost!”

“Aww, did the wittle baby wose the snowball fwight?” Puck cooed, his baby voice dripping with sugary sweet condescension as he shoved her back

“You lost too, dummy!” She cried, nearly sending him sprawling with her next push. It continued like that for a little bit, playful and pointless fighting without any heat behind it. But, despite the lack of heat in their argument, there was still a warmth settling into Sabrina's gut because this, this was easy as breathing. It sparked something deep inside that she didn't want to name.

But, when Puck tripped over a buried tree root and fell onto her, the spark erupted into a raging inferno because suddenly with him on top of her, their faces hovering only a couple inches apart, Sabrina couldn't feel the cold around her through the abrupt heat pooling in her cheeks. Puck stared down at and for a eternity of milliseconds, the only things that seemed to exist were the two of them and soft sounds of their breathing.

The moment stretched out long, too long, and if it stretched any longer it felt like everything they weren't talking about was going to bubble to the surface and spill over so Sabrina found herself pushing Puck away from her with a shout of, “Get off me, you gasbag!”

That moment was quietly added to the pile of Things They Don't Talk About and Sabrina swore to herself that the redness of her cheeks was a result of the cold.

--

Sabrina was fifteen when it finally happened for real.

Her and Puck were outside sword fighting with the swords Charming had gifted her. They were dull and blunted training swords, but still a definite upgrade from Puck's old wooden swords. Veronica supervised from the porch as their blades clashed.

Puck thrust forward with his sword and she blocked it, quickly twisting her own weapon into a disarming maneuver. Puck's sword fell to the snow with little fanfare and she snatched it up before he could even move to pick it up. Puck seethed, but couldn't do anything; they'd agreed before the match that all forms of shapeshifting and other magic were prohibited. She smiled smugly about her victory and held out his sword for him to take back and his hand closed around the hilt before she could move hers off. A warmth that juxtaposed the cold air around them filled Sabrina's body.

She didn't know who started it. Maybe he stepped forward first, maybe she did. All that mattered was that they were much closer than before and the only things between them were their hovering, visible breaths and all the things they refuse to talk about.

This next part though, this was all Sabrina.

She kissed him.

She decided that she was sick of this, sick of all these what-ifs and should-haves and almosts. She was sick of this game they were playing where they flirted and teased but never made any real progress. She was sick of saying nothing when she wanted to say everything they both already knew.

So she kissed him.

It made it sound simpler than it was. If she had to describe it in clichés, she would say it was all of them. Fireworks and butterflies and the sun going supernova all at once in her stomach. In that moment, she didn't care about the cold seeping into her fingers or the layer of sweat covering both of them or the fact that her mom was still outside with them. The world could have exploded for all she cared.

The kiss lasted five seconds and an eternity at the same time. Their lips broke apart, but instead of pulling away completely, Puck simply rested his forehead against her own.

“I always knew you had a crush on me,” Puck teased softly.

“Shut up,” she said, struggling to keep a grin off her face and out of her voice.

It might have taken two almost-kisses to get here, but hey, third time's the charm, right?

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[jasontoddshoe]

Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 6 - Family Game Night

Warnings: Language, sexual themes, hangovers

Master List

You woke up with a start. Your skin felt like ice, it was absolutely freezing. You slowly sat up and took in your surroundings, wincing at the sharp pain in your head as you did so. You placed a hand on your forehead as you noticed you were in the living room of the manor, on the floor. Jason laid passes out next to you in his clothes from the night before. Glancing down, you noticed you were also in the same clothes as last night.

You groaned mentally before standing to your feet. Your head was pounding so hard it felt like someone was playing the drums on the inside of your skull. Slowly, you made you way up to Jason’s room, heading straight for the shower. You hoped a nice hot shower would soothe your headache, but really the water falling sounded like bullets being fired every second.

Since you’d already gotten in the shower you tried making quick work of getting out, trying to relieve your headache as fast as possible. You snatched up your bottle of body wash and went to squeeze some out, but nothing came out but air.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You whispered annoyedly. You spun around and grabbed Jason’s bottle and poured some into your hand. “Hope he doesn’t mind” you stated before washing yourself. “Might as well just go all in” you shrugged picking up his bottle of shampoo. “Thank god he doesn’t use 2 in 1” you mumbled.

It didn’t take long for you to get finished after that. You dried off and put on some leggings and a red hood tee shirt. It was hard to come by, but as soon as you found some merch of Jason’s you had to buy it. You made your way back down stairs to be welcomed by a heavenly smell. You rounded the corner to see Jason standing at the stove, cooking breakfast. You walked up behind him and laid your head on his shoulder blades.

“Hungover?” He asked knowingly. You nodded against him, making him chuckle. You winced and weakly hit his hip. “Figured you would be, that’s why I prepared, Jason’s magic hangover juice” he stated, pointing to the counter next to him.

“There’s just a bottle of extra strength Tylenol and a shit ton of Gatorade” you commented quietly, staring at the things in front of you.

“But it works absolute wonders” he retorted. “Take a lot of Tylenol but not too much you OD, and drink all of that Gatorade within about two hours and boom. Good as new” he instructed. You nodded and took a couple Tylenol.

“What’s that?” You asked, glancing into the pan in front of him.

“Omlets” he answered.

“How are you not hungover?” You asked. “You were drunk too weren’t you?”

“Oh definitely. I was wasted. But I don’t hangovers that badly anymore, which thank god because they suck” he replied.

“You’re telling me” you mumbled, taking a drink from the Gatorade he got you. “My head is pounding”

“I hope you’re not nauseous because I made this one especially for you” he smirked, holding a plate with a delicious looking omlet out for you.

“Seriously?” You asked happily, taking the plate slowly from his hands. He nodded making you gasp jokingly. “What? Jason being nice to me?” You sarcastically smiled at him while sitting at the island behind him.

“You act like it’s a rare thing” he rolled his eyes at you and went back to what he was doing.

“You never know what you’re gonna get these days” you shrugged, digging into your omlet. You hummed, laying your head down on your arm as the delicious bite melted in your mouth. “Fuck this is good”

“Glad you like it” he chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly at your audible reaction.

“It’s exactly how I like my omlets too” you commented, examining the ingredients that he put in it. He got absolutely everything, to a tee, correct.

“I know” he smirked to himself. You rolled your eyes playfully at his smugness while pulling out your phone. You had a ton of text messages for Gar and Rachel about last night. You winced before opening it. They’d each sent a bunch of pictures and videos from the night before.

“Jason please tell me why there’s a video of you grinding on me?” You asked, looking up from the video to look at him.

“I think you mean you grinding on me” he tried to correct, but you shook your head. You flipped your phone around for him to see the video of him very clearly twerking on you. “Like I said, I was wasted” he chuckled, shaking his head. You laughed with him and saved the video to your camera roll.

Some of the pictures they’d sent you were honestly really cute. There were a lot of you and Rachel, a pretty good amount of ones with you and Gar, but surprisingly there weren’t many of you and Jason. Your personal favorite had to be a picture Rachel sent you of you and Jason. Both of you had drinks in hand and eyes shut tight, as you both cheesed extra hard with you cheeks pressed together. You smiled lightly and saved that one as well.

Tim walked into the kitchen to get some coffee, and ran into the two of you going through the pictures and videos. He stopped in his tracks, shook his head, and then went about his business.

“What’s that look for, replacement?” Jason piped up, noticing Tim’s actions. You shut your phone off and say it on the counter.

“Oh I was just thanking god that you two are normal again” Tim retorted, making you snort quietly. Both men looked over at you making you raise your eyebrows.

“We’re we that bad?” You asked, afraid of the answer. You knew drunk you was bad, and drunk Jason was bad. But drunk you and Jason together was a whole different beast.

“Yes” was all he said before walking back upstairs with his cup of coffee.

************

Hip hop music played at a nice volume through the whole bat cave(it was Jason’s day to pick). Damien was currently practicing his batarang skills, Tim was doing something on the bat computer, and Dick and Jason were lifting weights. You’d decided on the more chill route and were doing some yoga near where Tim was sat. You kept up some nice small talk with him the whole time.

Every once and a while your eyes would drift over to Jason. You couldn’t help it. With him being shirtless, covered in a thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten whenever he moved, and his muscles flexing and unflexing as he worked them out was just a sight you had to see. You wouldn’t deny how attractive he was to you, but you wouldn’t let yourself act on it.

After a while of weight training, Dick grabbed a yoga mat and cane over to join you. Jason shook his head at him and continued on.

“You know you should come do some yoga too Jay, you could stand to be a little more flexible” you called teasingly, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m plenty flexible thank you very much” he retorted. You shook your head at him and relaxed yourself.

“Brute strength won’t get you everywhere” you sing-songed, getting comfortable in your yoga pose. “You were never able to beat me with it” you added as an extra little jab. He scoffed and stood up, walking over into the sparring area.

“Prove it” he challenged, holding his arms out. You smirked to yourself, your plan had worked. You sighed and sprung up to your feet.

“I mean do I really have to? My completely clean prison record clearly states this fact” you commented, walking over to him confidently. He shook his head at you and crossed his arms over his chest. His pecs has slightly squeezed together at this motion, and you’d never realized how attracted to cleavage you were.

“Trust me doll, if I had wanted to catch you, then that record wouldn’t be so clean” he played right into you. You sighed as you stepped into the ring. You adjusted the straps on your sports bra to make sure it wouldn’t fall and pulled up your leggings a little bit.

“So you didn’t want to catch me? You’re doing kinda shitty at your job then” you stated, rolling your shoulders back while staring at him.

“Oh shit they’re about to fight” Dick commented, making Tim glance back and Damien stop throwing batarangs.

“You really wanna do this doll?” Jason asked with a sigh, dropping his arms to his sides and getting himself ready.

“Just like the old days Jaybird” you answered with a smirk. He took in a deep breath before nodding. A few seconds later Jason was coming at you. You easily slipped under his arm and elbowed him between his shoulder blades. He swiped a foot at your legs unexpectedly, making you stumble.

You grunted annoyedly and turned back to face him. There was a smug smirk on his face, making you roll your eyes. You cartwheeled toward his in classic Catwoman fashion, as you were taught, but he caught your right ankle and held you upside down. You smirked and swung a little bit to build momentum before whipping around to sit on his shoulders. You quickly turned on top of him and used his lost balance to slam him to the ground, his head in a head lock from your knee. You held one of his arms behind his back and he was laid on the other one. You sat there for a minute, glancing at your nails.

“You’re boring me Jason” you teased. Not even a few seconds later he’d thrown you off of him by rolling over extremely quickly. He straddled your hips and slammed your arms up above your head. “Now that’s what I’m talking about” you drawled with a smirk. His cheeks tinted red, throwing him off guard. This gave you opportunity to bring your legs up. You locked your ankles at the front of his chest and slammed his back against the ground.

His hands grabbed your ankles and pulled them apart. You sat up and with your now free hands you tried to pry his hands from your legs. He smirked and squeezed them tighter.

“Now tell me how brute strength doesn’t beat flexiblity?” He asked cockily, sitting up to put mere inches between the two of you.

“Ok and this seems to have turned sexual. Damien please refrain from watching any further” Dick called making both you and Jason roll your eyes, snapping yourselves out of the somewhat trances you’d been in.

“Grayson you were the only one watching them in the first place” Damien retorted making you laugh a little bit.

“You really want it to be like old times doll?” Jason asked, merely above a whisper. You felt a small shiver run down your spine at the thought but you shook your head.

“We had an agreement Jay, you were the one who suggested it. Remember?” You asked at the same volume. He sighed but nodded.

“Yeah, I do. Sorry if I overstepped” he answered, starting to walk back over to the weights.

“If anyone overstepped it was me. I also over did it a bit. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You asked concernedly. He chuckled lightly and shook his head at you.

“No I’m fine, are you ok?” He asked. You nodded and tightened your ponytail a little.

“Yeah I’m fine” you replied, giving him a small smile. “Hey um, do you think we should practice dancing together? Since this mission is at a gala” you suggested and he shrugged. He thought for a moment as he toweled off his sweat.

“Probably” he answered, tossing a plain black shirt over his head. You nodded and grabbed his phone which was blue toothed to the speakers in the cave. He watched over your shoulder as you typed in the name of a song. When it started playing he backed away from you and walked to the open area between the bat computer and everything else.

He held his hand out for you and you smiled slightly as you took it. He pulled you toward him, stopping you a mere few inches away from him, gently placing his hand on your hip. You reached up and softly placed a hand on his broad shoulder. His other hand met yours as he started a simple waltz.

“Is this really how rich people dance at these things?” You asked curiously, tilting your head as you gazed up at him.

“Haven’t you been to one of these before?” He asked back, making you shake your head.

“No, and by the way all of my dancing experience comes from homecoming in high school so..” you trailed off making him chuckle.

“Yeah, I know. The amount of time you stepped on my feet was almost comical” he whispered so only you could hear. You giggled, thinking back at the memory of that night. It was true, you’d stepped on Jason’s feet too many times to count that at that point he just had you stand on them while he danced.

“Sorry about that” you smiled. He smiled back down at you and shrugged.

“Eh, it’s not a big deal. You can’t be good at everything” he stated making you smirk.

“What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head. His beautiful blue eyes met yours, making your cheeks start to feel warm.

“I mean you’re good at everything, there had to be something you were bad at” he replied, letting go of your hip to spin you once. When you made it back around to face him, he brought you all the way pressed against him this time, now the only thing separating you being height difference.

“Yeah I’m still looking for your thing” you sighed, making him chuckle. “Seriously, you’re good at everything”

“Not driving, I’m not great at that” he said honestly, making you nod quickly in agreement.

“God yes, I don’t know how they haven’t taken your license yet” you laughed, making him roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Shut up” he grumbled. “You still let me drive everywhere”

“Because I hate driving” you retorted.

“Then don’t hate on the driver” he fired back, making you laugh again.

“My bad Jay” you lifted your one hand on his shoulder slightly in ‘surrender’ which brought a smile to his face. “I guess were just bad at things that start with ‘d’” you joked making him chuckle. “Dancing, driving...” you trailed off.

“Not dick game though” he stated matter of factly. You rolled your eyes and lightly hit his shoulder.

“You’re so sexual” you commented.

“And you act like you hate but you’re the same way” he retorted, making you shake your head with a sigh. “Exactly” he smirked victoriously.

“Whatever Jason” you breathed out a small laugh. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you finished dancing through the song. When the next song came on neither of you really noticed, just kept up the simple few steps you had going, and maybe adding a twirl here or there.

Jason slowly slipped his hand from yours and placed around your waist, locking his fingers together behind your back. You placed your hand up in his shoulder and glanced up at him. He was staring off at something behind you, he looked completely content. You smiled slightly to yourself and decided to test the waters. You gently laid your head against him, and instinctively he tightened his grip to bring you closer until there was no space left.

“Are we just gonna ignore this people?” Dick called exasperatedly, tossing his hands out in your direction.

“Again, Grayson, you’re the only one who cares” Damien retorted with a sigh. “I don’t understand what is so important about them dancing”

“You’re just jealous because you don’t know how to dance” Tim snorted, not removing his eyes from his screen.

“No body asked you Drake” Damien’s cheeks slightly tinted pink as he turned away. You pulled back from Jason and turned your head to face him.

“Damien do you really not know how to dance?” You asked curiously.

“No. What of it (L/n)?” He asked defensively, making you sigh. You patted Jason’s chest before pulling away from him completely and turning around.

“I am not going to have that. Come here” you stated, gesturing for him to walk toward you.

“(Y/n) I don’t think you’re in any position to be teaching people to dance” Jason chuckled, emitting a snort from Dick. You shot Dick a quick glare before giving Jason a thin lipped smile.

“I’m not teaching him, you are. I’m just here so he has someone to dance with. You’re explaining everything mister” you retorted. “Damien, come on” Damien turned around defeatedly and started walking toward you.

“This is pointless (L/n), I’m never going to need this skill” He grumbled as he stood in front of you.

“Yes you will Dams, what if one day, you wanna take someone to dance at school? Or bring someone to one of your dad’s galas? I bet you’ll thank me for this then” you replied, making him tinkle his nose but sigh.

“What do I do?” He asked begrudgingly, turning to look at his brothers who had grouped up to watch this.

************

A confused look came onto Jason’s face as you pushed him into the dining room of the manor. Dick, Tim, and Damien were all sat near each other toward the head of the table. You pushed Jason lightly into the seat by Damien before standing in front of the open chair at the head of the table. The way you’d seated them, Tim and Dick were on your left and Jason and Damien were on your right.

“I gathered you all here because I think you need a little bit of family time, so I grabbed a bunch of games and things and we’re gonna have game night before you guys go out for patrol” you explained, nodding over to the stack of a couple board games you’d found. They all started to protest about not having time for this and things of that nature, making you shake your head and wave them off. Dick even stood up to leave after saying he had to go and get ready to go out for patrol. “Richard, sit your pretty ass back down” You stated firmly,  making him clam up slightly as he walked back to his seat. “I already talked to Bruce and he thinks this would be good for you. Besides he said him and the girls have got this, so we’re playing games”

“You think I’m pretty” Dick said as you stood up to grab a game. 

“No, I think you have a pretty ass” You retorted, making the other boys laugh, even managing a smirk from Damien. Dick smiled, seemingly happy with that response.

“I’m just scared because she called him Richard” Jason said after you sat back down. “She means business” he added, making you roll your eyes.

“Sorry I want you to love each other” You commented. 

What you hadn’t anticipated from Wayne family game night, was complete and utter chaos. All of the Wayne boys were extremely competitive, and pairing that with making them all compete with each other? It was like hell had broken loose and Satan himself had risen in that dining room. You never knew a game of Clue could cause the mass amount of issues that it was.

“No, Jason you’re a fucking idiot. Why the hell would you even say it was Plum at this point everyone knows Damien has his card dipshit. He showed it to all of us, even you” Tim ranted loudly as Jason made him assumption. 

“Well maybe plum wasn’t what I was trying to figure out Timothy” Jason snapped back. “Now does anyone have either the revolver, Plum or the fucking billard room?” Jason’s voice raised, making you giggle quietly.

“Todd, I have Plum, you know this” Damien sighed from next to him.

“Shut the fuck up demon spawn, no one fucking asked you!” He snapped his head toward the younger boy who rolled his eyes.

“You literally asked him asshat, quit whining” Dick retorted at the man sitting across from him.

“You know what you flying monkey, you can take your sassy little comments and shove them up your ass” Jason was yelling at this point. They all were. It was chaos, that you hadn’t meant for, but was entertaining nonetheless. “You know what, fuck all of you I don’t even wanna know anymore”

“Ok then, my turn” you stated immediately reaching foreword and grabbing the dice. You moved yourself into a room and glanced at your sheet. “Mustard, library, rope” you stated, leaning back in your chair.

“Here we go again, another stupid guess. Why would you say rope?” Tim asked exasperatedly, staring over at you.

“Oh my god Tim can you shut up and just let people play the damn game?” Dick asked, placing his forehead on the table.

“When people stop being dumb and acting like we’re all not literally detectives, then yes” Tim sassed, rolling his eyes.

“(L/n), I have one of those cards” Damien stated civilly, passing it over to you face down. You gave a small smile and glanced at it.

“Thank you” you mumbled, handing it back to him. “Ok, go Tim”

“Finally someone will make an educated guess” he grumbled, staring at his sheet. “Peacock, in the observatory, with the candlestick”

“Oh my god what a stupid guess” Jason mocked, making Tim roll his eyes. “Yo dumbass, I have one of those cards” he added, slipping him a card.

“You guys know in the rules it says you’re supposed to go in a cir-“ Jason city Dick off with a scoff.

“Fuck the rules” he grunted. You let out a breath and slid down in your seat. This what definitely not the night you’d expected.

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The Lost Princess Chapter 13

Warnings: fluff/angst

Rating: SFW

Sora piloted the Gummi Ship to the next world. They hovered  over the world and saw that it’s a Deep Jungle. 

“Hey, Donald, maybe King Mickey’s down there.” Goofy said. 

“In a backwater place like that? No way! Let’s move on,” Donald said. 

“Hold on. Riku and Kairi might be down there,” Sora said. 

“Yeah, and there might be clues about my parents. Let’s check it out,” you said. 

“Forget it! We’re on an important mission!” Donald said. 

“Just land!” Sora said. 

“No!” 

“Come on!” you said. You, Sora and Donald fought over the controls of the ship.

“Aw, phooey!” Donald said. 

“We’re landing!” you said. The ship started to shake and descended.

“Don’t touch that! Nooo!” Donald said. The ship hurtled toward the world and Sora fell out of it into a large treehouse, crashing through the roof. He sat on the floor, rubbing his head. 

“Oww...my head...” he groaned. He looked around. 

“(Y/N)? Donald? Goofy?” he asked. Out of the rafters a claw appeared. Sora looked up in time to see a leopard pouncing in his direction. Sora leaped up and blocked with his Keyblade. He jumped back as the leopard landed on the wooden floor and knocked Sora away. The leopard roared and tried to claw at him, but he slid away and striked with his Keyblade, sending it flying across the room. After a tough struggle, it lied on the floor, tricking Sora into coming closer. Suddenly, it leaped up and roared as someone entered through a hole in the ceiling. He spun around the rafters and leaped to the floor. As the leopard pounced at Sora, the man blocked its bite with a spear. The leopard struggled wildly, its jaws clamped around the spear. The man knocked it back, glaring at it, and it snarled before leaping out a window, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. The wild man put away his spear and addressed Sora. He had long brown dreadlocks and wore a loincloth over his toned body. He stood low, his knuckles touching the ground like an animal. 

“Sabor, danger,” the man said. 

“Um...thank you,” Sora said. 

“Thank you,” the man said slowly. 

“Huh? Uh, what is this place?” Sora asked. The man moved closer to Sora, awkwardly invading his personal space. 

“This place, this place,” he said. 

“Okaaay... Where did the others go?” Sora asked. He got no response from the wild man. 

“Look, I got separated from my friends. Have you seen them?” Sora said. The man looked at Sora confused. 

“Friends,” Sora mimed. 

“Friends!” the man mimicked. 

“Right, my friends! There’s two of ‘em. The loud one is Dona—” Sora said. He stopped, remembering the fight on the ship. 

“You know what? Never mind. I’m looking for my friends, Riku, (Y/N) and Kairi, “ he said. 

“Look for Riku, friends?” the man said slowly. 

“Right!” Sora said, nodding. In a beam of light shining in from the rafters behind the man, Sora saw an image of Kairi. 

“Kairi, friends?” the man asked. 

“Right.” Sora said. 

“(Y/N), friends?” 

“Uhh...right...” He looked at the man, then back at Kairi, who walked away. 

“Friends here,” the man said.

“Really!?” Sora asked. The man spoke something in Mangani. 

“Huh?” Sora asked. The man repeated what he said. 

“Friends here,” the man said. 

“Not sure I understand, but show me! Take me to Riku, (Y/N), and Kairi!” Sora said. 

“Tarzan. Tarzan go,” the man said, pointing to himself. 

“And I’m...Sora. Tarzan go, Sora go go!” Sora said, pointing to himself. 

“Tarzan opened the door and they leaved the Tree House. Meanwhile, you, Donald and Goofy woke up on a mound in a Bamboo Thicket. 

“Gawrsh, where are we?” Goofy said. You looked to the sky. 

“I sure hope that Sora’s okay,” you said. 

“Aw, who needs him? We can find the king without him,” Donald said. 

“And my parents,” you said. Donald felt something soft on the edge of the mound while reaching for his magic wand.

“Huh?” he asked. He looked down and came face to face with a young gorilla. They both scream and he, you, and Goofy heard a rustling in the jungle. As the gorilla ran away, it left a gummi block behind. Donald looked over and saw it shining on the ground. The rustling continued and the two swallowed hard in fear as a tall man carrying a rifle entered the thicket. Tarzan jumped from the balcony of the treehouse, crawling over the netting below, and lead Sora down the tree by sliding on its branches. They landed at camp, where several tables with equipment were laid out near a group of tents. They entered an orange tent and saw a woman fumbling with a projector.

“Jane!” Tarzan said. She spun around to see him.

“Tarzan!” she said. She looked over and saw Sora. 

“Oh, and who is this?” she asked. 

“Uh, hi there. I’m—” Jane bended down to talk to him. 

“Oh, you speak English! So, then, obviously, you’re not related to Tarzan...” she said. Tarzan and Sora exchanged glances. 

“Are you here to study the gorillas?” Jane asked. 

“Highly doubtful,” someone said. They looked over to see the tall man with the rifle enter the tent, with you, Donald and Goofy in tow. 

“Sora!” you said. Sora rushed over and locks hands with Donald.

“(Y/N)! Goofy! Donald!” he said. Sora and Donald realized what they’re doing and part, crossing their arms to you and Goofy’s surprise. They scowled with their backs turned. 

“A circus of clowns. Not much use for hunting gorillas,” the man said and walked back outside. 

“Mr. Clayton, we’re studying them, not hunting them. This is research,” Jane said, frowning. She sighed.

“Well, the more the merrier. Do make yourselves at home,” she said. 

“Well, anyway...“ Sora said. 

“I’m staying,” Sora and Donald said, grouchily.

“Huh?” Sora asked, surprised. 

“Sora, look what we found. Look at this,” Goofy said. He held out the red gummi block. 

“What’s that?” Sora asked. 

“A gummi block. It’s the same stuff used to build our ship,” you said. 

“So that means...” 

“The king could be here. So, we’ve gotta work together to look for him. For now,” Donald said. Sora went to go talk to Jane. 

“Apparently Tarzan was raised in the jungle by the gorillas. Communicating with him still isn’t easy, but he’s learning,” Jane said. 

“So he was speaking in “gorilla” back there...” Sora said. 

“Ah, that’s right. You’re looking for your friends?” 

“Yeah. I found one of them. She’s over there talking with Tarzan. He said Riku and Kairi are here. And one word I couldn’t understand...” 

“Why don’t we try this? We’ll show Tarzan some slides and see if any of them match that word. Oh, what happened to the slides?” Jane said as she showed him the projector. Sora and company searched for the slides around the campsite. The four of you soon talked to Clayton during the search. 

“Clayton’s the name. I’m a hunter, not a researcher. What? No, I am not trying to hunt the gorillas. But they’re so rare! I’d just like to get a look at them,” Clayton said. The four of you returned to the tent and give Jane the slides. The first shows a radiant castle, which stirred something within Sora. 

“What’s wrong, Sora?” you asked. 

“What? Um...nothing.” Sora said. 

‘This place... It just looks so familiar. But how? I’ve never been off my island,’ Sora thought. The four of you showed the rest of the slides to Tarzan. 

“Well, Tarzan?” Jane asked. 

“Where are our friends, Riku and Kairi?” you asked. Tarzan shook his head. 

“Hey, I thought—” Sora said. 

“That leaves just one place,” Clayton said as he entered the tent. You and Sora looked up at him. 

“Young ones, we’ve been in this jungle for some time now. But we have yet to encounter these friends of yours. I’d wager they’re with the gorillas. But Tarzan refuses to take us to them,” Clayton said. 

“Really, Mr. Clayton. Tarzan wouldn’t hide—” Jane said. 

“Then take us there! Take us to the gorillas,” Clayton interrupted as he walked up to Tarzan. 

“Go-ril-las,” he mimed to Tarzan. Tarzan looked over at you and Sora and nodded. 

“Tarzan...are you sure?” Jane asked. 

“Tarzan go see Kerchak,” Tarzan said. 

“Kerchak?” Jane asked. 

“He must be the leader. Perfect. I’ll go along as an escort. After all, the jungle is a dangerous place,” Clayton said. He smiled and you all left the tent. Sabor attacked, but was sent scurrying back into the jungle. You enter the Hippos’ Lagoon and found more Dalmatian puppies. You found some climbable ivy and took it into a higher area of the trees. Tarzan found Kerchak and Kala among the trees, numerous vines hanging around them. Kerchak looked sternly at you, Sora, Donald, and Goofy as Tarzan pleaded his case to them in Mangani. 

“Kerchak, please listen to me. I know the nesting ground is secret, but I trust them. You see, I want to help them because...because... well, they need us,” Tarzan said. His blue eyes showed deep concern for the strangers like him. Kala looked over to Kerchak, who continued to glower. Goofy leans over to you, Sora, and Donald. 

“Uh... Did you get that?” Goofy asked. 

“No,” Donald said. 

“Kerchak,” Tarzan said. Kerchak turned his head silently towards the treetops, sensing something. He started to leave. 

“Kerchak...” Tarzan said defeated. Kala looked back at Tarzan sadly and followed Kerchak. Tarzan hung his head low.

‘He seemed sorta distracted by something,’ Goofy thought. 

‘Was he looking toward the tree house?’ Donald thought. Inside the tree house, the young gorilla was playing with a globe. Clayton’s rifle glinted in the sunlight as the unknowing gorilla continued playing. Donald ran to the tree house and screamed just as Clayton fired. His aim off, the bullet narrowly misses Terkina, who ran away behind Kerchak. You and Sora entered with Goofy and Tarzan. 

“What’s the big idea?” Donald asked. 

“Wait, Kerchak. Please!” Tarzan said. Kerchak walked away, scowling. Terk followed him as Donald glared at Clayton. Tarzan turned toward Clayton, frowning.

“You don’t understand. I was only trying to... Ah. A snake slithered by, you see. I saved that poor gorilla’s life,” Clayton said nervously. Tarzan lowered his head. You and the others returned to the tent and told Jane everything. 

“How could you do such a thing!” Jane said angrily.  

“Now, Miss Porter, as I told you, I was not aiming at the gorilla,” Clayton said. 

“You are not to go near the gorillas again!” 

“All because of one mishap? Come, now...” Everyone glared at him and he dropped his smirk. He laughed nervously and backed out of the tent. Turning away to leave, he grinned cruelly. As he exited the tent, he took out his rifle. 

“What am I doing with these imbeciles?” he asked as he stared out into the jungle. 

“Blasted gorillas! I’ll hunt down every last one of them! I’ll track them down somehow,” he said. He took out a pipe from his back pocket. 

“I’ll stake my life on it,” he said. He heard a rustling from the jungle and stopped before the pipe reached his mouth. He puts it away and listened for the source of the noise. He aimed his rifle into the jungle as the noise got closer, and the shot rings out loud and clear. You, Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Tarzan ran outside and saw a gorilla surrounded by monkey-like creatures. 

“Heartless!” you and Sora said. The group of heartless noticed you and Sora and attacked the group as the gorilla hid. The five of you defeated the Heartless and the gorilla thanked them with a gummi block. You and Sora went to go speak with Jane. 

“Don’t mind Mr. Clayton. He’s not a bad person—just a bit impetuous,” she said. The five of you searched around the jungle, protecting the rest of the gorillas from the Heartless and soon returned to the tent. 

“I do hope Mr. Clayton is safe...” Jane said. You and the others exited the tent and heard a gunshot from the direction of the Bamboo Thicket. You all ran into the thicket and found Clayton’s pipe on the mound in the center. A shadow leaped over you and Sabor landed, roaring at you, teeth bared. It clawd the air towards you and Sora, but Donald sended a Fire spell at it. Sora striked it with the Keyblade and it jumped into the tall stalks of bamboo. You waited for it to emerge, Tarzan listening keenly. It leaped out and Tarzan assaulted it with his spear, spinning it wildly. You joined Tarzan by attacking it with your dagger. Goofy tackled it with his shield and it tried to bite him. You continued attacking it until it slowed down, its vision going blurry. Sabor looked up to the sun, falling unconscious, and collapsed to the ground, losing a fang in the process. 

Meanwhile, Terk ran through the campsite past numerous Heartless and into the tent, frightening Jane and knocking her to the ground. Jane looked to see that the gorilla is alright before someone entered the tent. Jane looked up, terrified, and holds Terkina tightly. Sora and company returned to camp to find the tent empty.

“Hey, where’s Jane?” you asked. 

“What’s wrong, Tarzan?” Sora asked. 

“Something coming. Jane, danger. Jane near... Near tree house,” Tarzan said. 

“Sounds like trouble. Let’s go,” Donald said. The five of you raced to an area in the treetops loaded with plant life. Jane and Terk were imprisoned in a web of vines. 

“Tarzan!” Jane said. A large black fruit was attached to the tree trunk in the middle of the area. The five of you took out both the Heartless and the suspicious fruit, releasing Jane and Terk from their cage. Light flowed into the canopy as you talked to Jane.

“Clayton came to the tent, and... That’s the last thing I remember,” she said. 

“Clayton?” you and Sora asked, surprised. 

“Gorillas trapped. Terk ran,” Tarzan said. 

“We must help the gorillas!” Jane said. You all ran to the cliff area, where the gorillas have been rounded up by Clayton and the Heartless. Clayton loaded and cocked his rifle, aiming it at Kala. Kerchak roared as Heartless pounce in his direction. Clayton puts his finger on the trigger as you and Sora ran in. 

“No!” you said. Clayton looked over to you and Sora as Kala and Kerchak walked away. 

“Clayton?” Sora asked.

“Not Clayton!” Tarzan said. He said something in Mangani again. 

“Not Clayton!” he said. Clayton gave out a yell and the fight began. Donald, Goofy, and Tarzan went after the Heartless, while you and Sora took on Clayton. The hunter fought back, aiming his rifle at them before the cliff behind them exploded. Tarzan rushed forward, but was knocked back by an invisible creature. It called out and Clayton mounted it, reloading his rifle and aiming it at them again. You attacked the creature, causing it to shed its invisibility. The great green chameleon stared at them through wild spinning eyes. It sended out beams of energy before jumping up to a high ledge, and Donald called down a Thunder spell, while Tarzan climbed the vines along the wall towards it. He stabbed it with his spear and it reeled backward, knocking Clayton from its back. 

“Lazy beast!” Clayton said. The Stealth Sneak Heartless fell to the ground as Clayton picked himself up. He aimed at you and Sora, but was tackled by Goofy’s shield. You and Sora striked the Heartless with a flurry of attacks while Donald casted magic spells. Tarzan faced Clayton and forced him towards the waterfall. He clutched his chest and aimed his rifle at them, his eyes staring daggers. The Heartless rose up behind him slowly, sparks crackling around it, cause Clayton to turn around. It began to fall on him and he screamed. A glowing heart bursted from its chest and floated into the air as Clayton and the Heartless disappeared. Kala and the other gorillas gathered nearby as Kerchak walked up to you and Sora. He grabbed you two by the collar and tossed you two into the air. You and Sora landed with a thud on the top of the cliff. Donald and Goofy followed suit while Tarzan climbed to meet you. The five of you looked down towards the gorillas, who left. Tarzan crawled over to the lake, where the waterfall roared. 

“Tarzan, home,” he said. The five of you entered the deepest parts of the Waterfall Cavern and found a glowing nest of butterflies in the trunk of an ancient tree. Jane and Terk joined them and Tarzan repeated the Mangani word. 

“This is your home? But that means..” you said. Tarzan stopped you and placed a hand to your ear. 

“Huh?” Goofy asked. You all heard the roaring sound of water. 

“The waterfalls... They’re echoing all the way here,” Jane said. Tarzan repeated the word. 

“Friends there. See friend,” he said. 

“Oh, now I’ve got it,” Jane said. She repeated the Mangani word. 

“Friends in our hearts...”  she said. 

“Heart...” Tarzan said. 

“Oh, so that’s what it meant,” Sora said disappointed. 

“Friends, same heart. Clayton, lose heart. No heart, no see friends. No heart, no friends,” Tarzan said. 

“Sorry about what I said,” Sora said to Donald. 

“I’m sorry too,” Donald said. 

“Yeah. All for one, huh?” you said. 

“Yep!” Goofy said. He gathered you all into a group hug, smiling. Sora walked up to the butterfly nest and they scattered around the cavern, revealing a Keyhole. Sora aimed his Keyblade and sealed the Keyhole. It glowed with a bright light and a locking sound before a green gummi block fell to the ground, shining. 

“A gummi!” Donald said. 

“But it’s sure not thing king’s,” Goofy said. 

“Or my parents,” you said. 

“Don’t give up, (Y/N). We’ll find them,” Sora said. 

“Thanks, Sora.” Terk nuzzled against Donald, who looked surprised. 

“I think someone has a new admirer,” Jane said. Donald started waving his arms frantically.

“No, no, no, no! Daisy would kill me!” he said. You, Sora, and Goofy started to laugh. Meanwhile, the horned witch stood in a dark chapel with three other villains. 

“What drew the Heartless to that world?” someone asked. 

“The hunter lured them there. It was his lust for power that was the bait. But it seems the bait was too tasty for his own good,” someone else said. The ghostly figure started to laugh. 

“Yeah, he got chomped instead!” he said. A tall, thin man in pointed robes walked out of the shadows, a snake staff in his hand. 

“A weak-hearted fool like him stood no chance against the Heartless. But the boy is a problem. He found one of the Keyholes,” he said. 

“Fear not. It will take him ages to find the rest,” someone said. An image of you, Sora, Donald, and Goofy appeared on the table before them.

“Besides, he remains blissfully unaware of our other plan,” someone said. 

“Yes, the princesses...” someone else said. 

“They are falling into our hands, one by one. Speaking of which...” Out of the shadows stepped a frightened Alice. Back in Deep Jungle, everyone had returned to the tent. 

“Well, guess we’d better get going,” you said. 

“Where is your ship, anyway?” Jane said. 

“Well, uh... Not too far,” Donald said. 

“Sora, Tarzan, friends,” Tarzan said. He handed him a keychain and you four returned to the gummi ship. 

“The gummi block that came out of that glowing hole... It’s not like the others. Wonder what it’s used for,” Sora said. 

“I dunno,” Donald said. 

“Maybe Leon’ll know,” Goofy said. 

“Hmm... He might. Back to Traverse Town, then?” you said. 

“I wanna be pilot!” Sora said. 

“Hey, stop it!” Donald said. 

“Oh, come on! I’m the Keyblade master.” 

“I don’t care who you are! No!” 

“Here we go again...” you said. 

To be continued...

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My Top 10 Ships

I’m not a very romantic sort of guy, I’m not real forgiving to departures from canon, I get easily annoyed at inconsistencies, and I don’t watch much television and movies, so in order for me to ship something, it has to be a GOOD ship. I default toward rejecting ships, so to impress ME, it must be built on logic, and evidence, it’s gotta be something I can suspend my disbelief far enough to accept. And it’s gotta have story behind it, something deep, some hefty emotional weight; if it doesn’t tickle this man’s cold reptilian heart with strong beats and excellent writing, it goes straight to the trash. I absoLUTELY will not stand for any of these weird little cute, pretty, pandering, trashy crack ships that everybody seems to be clumsily throwing characters into. Most ships are trash ships. They are not good ships.

You think your ship is good? You like your ship?

You ship it?

No you don’t.

Get out of here.

You will listen to me. I will tell you. Look at me. I’m the Captain now.

Here are the 10 good ships.

10. The Rocinante, The Expanse

A resoundingly excellent ship. Unlike most ships you see out there, this thing was actually designed with realistic space combat in mind. It’s got 6 computer-controlled gatling turrets covering every angle, it accelerates in whatever direction it’s pointing, its bridge is right in the center to put as much armor as possible between enemies and crew, overall a much better-designed vehicle than most everything you see about.

That being said, I didn’t have much connection to this ship. Its crew weren’t really interesting, the aesthetic was kinda bleak, and I basically stopped watching after the phazon showed up. And the Rocinante itself has pretty poor redundancy. Enemy bullets can literally just pass through it (as is realistic for a ship this size) so how about multiple main engines huh? Absolutely tragic oversight. And its interior looks too much like an Apple product. How are you supposed to work on it? Where are the wires and pipes??? The handholds?????

9. Ares IV M.A.V., The Martian

Almost more of a symbol than a ship. A symbol of freedom, of escape. A beautiful symbol. This is what Mark Watney spends the whole movie trying to reach, with an entire world backing him up, and an entire world trying to stop him. It’s the goal of the movie, and it just looks so beautiful when he finally reaches it and sees it sitting there in the middle of the desert, ass down, nose up; a tall, proud symbol. This ship has a special significance for me because the author of the original book really did his research on the scientific requirements and details of a Mars Ascent Vehicle, and it was actually inspired by the E.R.V. in another book, ‘A Case For Mars’, which I read when I was younger. “Makes its own methane-oxygen fuel on-site by using nuclear power to break down CO2 in the atmosphere and combining it with stored hydrogen, don’t you know.” I say as I adjust my spectacles and puff my pipe.

The M.A.V. in the movie does have a few issues, such as hallway and rooms running straight up through where the fuel tanks ought to be (instead of a lift/ladder on the exterior) and a rugged, industrial aesthetic that looks too heavy and cumbersome for a ship of its type. (And you’re seriously telling me he couldn’t have used the capsule’s RCS to literally bypass the movie’s entire climax? WHY NOT? The book never mentioned him having to drain the monopropellant!!!) But I’ll let that slide. Great movie.

8. Biggest Boy, The Greatship

(I don’t know the ship name so I had to make up a name. You know what, I think it’s actually just called the Greatship.)

So it’s a starship the size of Jupiter, empty, unmanned, perfectly mysterious, that comes gliding into the galaxy a couple million years into humanity’s future. Where did it come from? Who made it and how? Good questions. It’s powered by matter-antimatter annihilation reactions from within planet-sized internal tanks, and its engines use hydrogen and fusion exhaust as reaction mass, and its hull is made of hyperfiber, a super-strong fictional material with a 4-dimensional lattice structure, able to weather impacts by spreading them out over various dimensions where the impact occurred in a different place.

I hope that after the first few entries, you didn’t get the impression that I am somehow against futuristic, far-out, impossible technologies. Quite the opposite! I love me some hyperdrive and anti-gravity and A.I. and stuff. However! Ships must be well-designed for the technology available, and must take no creative liberties except those explicitly allowed by the difference in the setting. The laws of physics don’t disappear when the magic crystals come out, the magic crystals are merely a different tool to combat them. Engineering will always exist, should start with the tools and work outward, form follows function. Star Wars ships, for instance, are trash because they don’t mount their repulsorlift arrays consistently, they’re not aerodynamic, and their engines aren’t aligned around their center of masses.

So I like the Great Ship. Although the story is pretty far-fetched, and a lot of crazy, out-there scifi events transpire deep in the ship’s depths, the book always strictly kept its own rules in mind, and never broke those rules, no matter how outlandishly crazy things got. Thanks for comprehending something so incomprehensible, Robert Reed. You inspired me miles in my own work.

7. The Ghost, The Sea Wolf

The story may be fiction, but the Ghost was as real as ghosts can be.

Jack London did his research. No, not research, he LIVED this. The Ghost is a seal-hunting schooner much like one that he served aboard during his rollercoaster of a life, and he captured every detail of its operation, of its requirements, of its mechanics, and of the incredible toll it took on the people that lived such a life. The boat is made to feel as oppressive and claustrophobic as a prison, as if it were an extension of the monster that commanded it, directly in contrast to the expansive beauty of the sea around them. My goodness, what a beautiful book. What a moving, interesting, challenging book, with such a story! This book is one of the climaxes of fiction, and one of the inspirations for Shifting Sands, if I remember correctly. I would recommend this book to anybody. Beautiful.

6. Ferbnessa, Phineas and Ferb

Okay, so I hope we can all agree that Vanessa is nothing but bad news. But that being said, Ferb knows exactly the relationship he wants, and by golly, he goes for it. Most male characters would stutter or get nervous or lose confidence around their crush, especially if that crush is about a hundred miles out of their league or if they already had another boyfriend, but Ferb? No. Not my man Ferb. He’s slighly too much of a legend to fall for such childish pitfalls. He doesn’t posture, he doesn’t creep or flirt or try to sabotage the other men in her life, he doesn’t even speak a word, he just maintains his blank expression, cranks his own already-inhuman levels of confidence and competence up through the roof to borderline olympian levels, and continues being himself. These rare moments of Ferbly passion are some of the few open windows we get into the grandiose machinations of his mysterious mind, and he uses it to bring out the best in Vanessa as well. And in the future episode, set years down the line, wouldn’t you know it, they’re a pair.

All joking aside though, this whole ship is basically comedy. It’s a super small part of the show, it’s only in like 5 episodes, it’s a running gag, it’s hilarious. It’s great. And it fits right into the tone and the feel of the show, because P&F’s entire world really is a comedy about going for it and living your dreams. So this is just the best thing ever. It’s been about a decade since then, and I still burst out laughing at how much of a pristine picture of ideal masculinity Ferb is. Become like Ferb, boys, and you will become men.

Legendary.

Eat your heart out, Dipper.

3. Shunk, Voltron

(I don’t know the ship name so I had to make up a name)

Huge props to the voltron team for making a female alien character (even a romantic interest) with NO BOOBS. Do you have ANY idea how sick and tired I am of artists throwing a big ol’ pair of balonkadongs onto lobsters and snakes when almost everything in the real world besides folks and cows have either 0 or 8+ of them? Everything’s gotta be traditionally sexy and recognizably-feminine and GREAT now you just canonized all the porn! Disgusteg

but now look at Shay. She’s a rock person. She’s got silicon-based biology, she probably weighs 500 lbs and bleeds sand. She’s got enormous hands and weird knees and no nose and lumps everywhere, AND YET STILL the show plays all the tropes 100% straight with her being a fair young maiden and a sweet princess. And it works because Hunk is just this great guy who’s exactly as sweet and caring, and he’s not the most attractive of the Paladins either, so he probably lives his life looking past appearances. He doesn’t care that she’s an alien rock, he cares about her as a person, and she obviously worships him right back. Even though Shay is shown in season 1 and then never again until season 7, Hunk still avoids alternative romantic entanglements, citing ‘a rock I know’, and it just adds to his persona as this infinitely loyal teddy bear. I tip my hat to this, the single ship I know that’s 0% sexy and 100% wholesome.

And Hunk is the best Paladin. He’s just the greatest. I revere him. I salute him as he walks past. This man among men. Look at this guy. I don’t even care about any of the other ships in Voltron (I mean, the Castle of Lions is okay, but it’s outriggers are kinda spindly) but Hunk and Shay deserve each other.

4. Wendip, Gravity Falls

So Dipper’s 12/13, and Wendy’s 15. That’s a pretty giant age difference. Maybe you fans have fooled yourselves into thinking it’s not, but it is. She knows it. He knows it. His sister knows it. Your mom knows it. So halfway through the show, when he finally got around to confessing his feelings to her, she told him no. Sure they’re still friends, sure they like each other, and sure they have a lot of chemistry and they still have a movie night every Friday, but at the end of the day, he’s a smelly little midget who has to go back to California at the end of the Summer, and she’s a older girl with approximately zero romantic feelings for him. So the notion that it could work out is pretty obvious to everyone, and especially to him, pretty much hopeless. And he really did handle it all pretty poorly and immaturely too, he objectified her and stalked her and simped up a storm and sabotaged her boyfriend, so perhaps he deserved what he got. Perhaps it’s better this way.

And yet.

And yet Wendy never really got a happy ending in the show. And Dipper never got a conclusive romance either. So after everything, it’s easy to think about it how he thinks about it, by wondering how things could have been, if everything were just so slightly different, if she’d said yes or if they united again. She wishes she could be younger, he wishes he could be older. She’s more dominant, he’s more recessive. She has a lot of serious issues in her life, and could really seriously use a driven, heroic, intelligent friend to help her out, give her purpose, and steer her right. And Lord knows he could use somebody with street smarts and actual muscles to have his back now and again. They complement each other perfectly. They make up for each others’ weaknesses. They’re everything they ever wanted from another, and if you do the math, their children would be actual literal supersoldiers.

Or at least that’s the way a lot of people see it. There’s been immeasurable mountains of fanfiction and fanart from people who are just so sad that in a show full of happy endings and dreams coming true and old regrets being resolved and children growing up, that one ending would never be happy, one dream would never come to pass, one regret would stick with you forever, one child would never grow up. Maybe if you extrapolate out the story they’d end up together? Or maybe they’d find other, better partners? Maybe romance isn’t all that important in the grand scheme of things, and this is the best ending there could have been? Perhaps, perhaps not. But in any case, there’s a lot of very rich storytelling potential for the untold journey before them, and for the paths that could have been.

Stop drawing fetish art of Wendy, you insufferable heathen actual donkeys.

3. Kataang, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Now HERE’S a serious relationship. Not just a romantic ship, (though it is that,) not just some cutesy, funny thing or some ship-war fodder, (though it is cute and funny and did spawn a ship-war,) not just a matter of certainty and destiny, (though it is certain and was destined,) this is a real, TANGIBLE relationship, that these characters built together over a solid year of on-screen adventuring and fighting. They’ve helped each other through trauma, they’ve been there for each other in their darkest moments, they learned martial-arts together, they’ve fought back-to back against grown men, they’ve worked front-to-front sawing through steel girders, they’ve saved each other’s lives, he once ACTUALLY DIED and she brought him BACK. They end up respecting each other, and valuing each other in the intimate way that only true friends do.

And they’re shown working through all their imperfections and mistakes too. Aang sometimes oversteps boundaries and says stupid stuff because he’s a kid, and Katara sometimes scolds him and controls him because she’s motherly and orderly, they get jealous of each other, but none of those things drive them apart, and they deal with them, and they conquer them, and they keep a very legitimate and multi-faceted friendship going, and that’s the key to it all. The fact that this friendship becomes romance is just proof that it was a friendship of quality.

I think people tend to overlook or forget this ship because the last few episodes of the show found them in a pretty dark place, needing to deal with matters of life and death and justice in very different ways, and unlike all their other issues, we don’t really get to see them reconciling these differences before the story ends, which kind of leaves a sour taste between them. And Katara goes on a couple missions with Zuko around the same time, so now half of all people want Zutara, when in actuality, Zutara is a trash ship, which is a true science fact.

2. Serenity, Firefly

Only reason this ship isn’t #1 is because it isn’t constructed using a proper aerospace philosophy; it’s made of bulky machinery and steel beams and chunky plates, it looks more like an ocean vessel from the inside, and is WAY too big for its 6-12 person crew and light cargo capacity. Plus it doesn’t have any room for fuel and its got no wheels on its landing legs and no downward-facing windows and its reactor is just too dang SMOL and its engines are attached too flimsily. This all wouldn’t be too much of an issue if they were going for a far-future aesthetic, but if you’re trying to do something grounded and semi-contemporary, you need to lose some weight girl, I’m sorry.

But by gosh does it make up for it in heart. The entire inside of this ship was mapped out and made on set, with so many homely little decorations and touches to make every room feel like the person who inhabits it, sterile professional blue for the doc’s medbay, warm happy red for Kaylee’s engine room, all-serious-business-but-also-plastic-dinos for Wash’s cockpit... It hit me hard when this baby it crashed in the movie, and it felt almost real when River pretended to mind-meld with it. This ship has more soul in one buffer panel than most shows have in the entire cast, enough to make it seem like its own character, even in a show crowded with charming characters. I love this ship intimately, even if I would have built it differently.

1. Colonial Vessel 46.18′\, Gravity Falls

(I don’t know the ship name so I had to make up a name)

You didn’t think I’d leave out this one, did you? After all the fanfiction I’ve written? This is basically my ship at this point. Anyway, enough about me; the vessel beneath Crash Site Omega really is the quintessential alien ship; its perfectly cliche flying-saucer design taps into all the audience’s pre-existing fanciful notions and imaginings and disbelief-suspension, meanwhile its presentation isn’t cliche or fanciful in the slightest. 

There’s not much to say about it from a technical standpoint, besides personal musings: it would need anti-gravity to stay airborne without thrusters, it would need a FTL drive to cross the distances it did, its drones would need to be made of some kind of semi-liquid to move like they do... But these sort of out-of-the-box, never-before-seen, world-expanding brain-knocks are exactly what makes this ship special. It’s an alien ship, built with technology unknown to people, forged from materials that people don’t possess, and inhabited by beings we will never meet. For all we know, this ship could be perfectly sound from an engineering standpoint, and no engineer in the audience could claim to prove it otherwise, because unlike something like the T.A.R.D.I.S., they never try and fail to explain it away with science buzzwords or canonize its details or show off some fancy glowy reactor. This ancient husk is left as a yawning pit in reason, and that’s beautiful.

Moreover, this ship is an amazingly powerful narrative tool, and a mind-blowing surprise to drop in as a setpiece during the show’s final episodes. This ship embodies everything that made the show’s mysteries special: the evidence presented so early and so consistently, the creativity in creature design, action, and worldbuilding, the yawning depths of unknowable lore, and most of all the burning, unquenched desire to know more... The imprint this ship made in the cliffs over the town has been hanging over the characters’ heads the entire series, and its hull was below their feet from day one, so when they finally revealed it, and explored it, it felt invigorating. Rewarding. This ship, and the glorious feelings and thoughts it represents, have inspired to no end, and haven’t ended yet.

Honorable mentions:

Westley and Buttercup, The Princess Bride

Ooooh man I tell you what, it was really hard trimming this down to 10 for the list, and this one just barely didn’t make the cut, and that mainly because I have a sweet spot for animation and for warrior women, and this sweetness ain’t animated, and this damsel is as distressed as they get. And they don’t have a whole lot of chemistry? I don’t know how to measure that, but I feel like there was a lot of friendship stated that was never shown? Is it sacrilege to say that about True Love? I guess I’ve never exactly had True Love, so what do I know?

The entire plot centers around his devotion to her, and her love for him, and the lengths they go to for one another. He studies fencing and wrestling and wits and tactics for years on a pirate ship as he tried to return to her, and she refused the advances and the offers of an actual prince for as long as she could, even though she thought him dead, and was ready to kill herself when she knew him to be alive and not to be hers. And just such excellent action and characters and humor and story in the entire book surrounding it. Possibly an even better movie, somehow. Happy happy happy happy. They don’t make movies like this no more, why is that? Sad.

Endurance, Interstellar

Actually a pretty realistic design, all considering. They nailed the aesthetic, and the cinematography, and the feel.

It does lose points though, firstly because the shuttlecraft require a booster stage to make it into orbit when leaving Earth, but for the rest of the movie, whenever they’re landing on planets with similar gravity and atmosphere, they can just fly away like it’s no big deal, which is a big inconsistency, both with real life, and more importantly with itself. And how did an under-equipped and struggling space program put this thing in orbit in the first place, anyway? And why don’t their ships land on their asses like proper rockets? And why not tell the crew members the full plan before leaving? See, it’s little things like that, little inconsistencies made for the sake of fitting with story beats and simplifying it for the audience’s sake, that sours this ship for me. I don’t mind creative liberties, but actual plot holes? This thing has a few plot holes, and plot holes are absolutely yucky. So although most of this ship is very yummy, the yucky parts make it all yucky.

Yucky.

Plus its heavy cargo shuttles are about the least-aerodynamic things imaginable, and that’s also yucky, and there’s porcelain tiles in the stasis bay, like what?

Couldashouldawoulda been yummy.

The Hermes, The Martian

This ship. This friggin’ ship.

A beautiful ship. A well-conceived ship. A mathematically sound and engineered ship. It had so many many good ideas behind it. So much math went into calculating its thrust and orbital dynamics for this movie, so much work went into making it fit a contemporary space aesthetic, the panels, the heat sinks, the tanks, so much PRESENTATION I could KISS IT HMWA, but taken as a whole, engineering-wise, the whole ship falls flat on its face, because it just doesn’t fit together. It doesn’t make sense. Look at all those countless modules along its length. What do they do? They don’t do anything! It’s a quarter mile long, and it’s built for only 6 people? It’s meant to carry a lander? Where does the lander dock? Why are the useful airlocks so far off the center of gravity? Why does it have a cockpit? Why is the forward airlock so looooong? Why is the entire ship so loooooong? Why is the ring spinning so slowly? It’s not hard math to figure out how fast it needs to spin! You’re telling me you did ORBITAL DYNAMICS but not the SINGLE physics 101 equation needed to figure out how fast the ring needs to spin??

Btw, let’s talk about that rotating section in the middle! Think about the rotating section! That rotating section means that the front and the back of the ship aren’t actually connected! There’s just a pair of ring-shaped slip-slidey bearings bridging the ship’s middle, slip-slidey bearings that electricity, computer signals, and water and air pipes can’t cross. Why did they design it that way?? In the book the entire ship spun, which makes so much more sense! Why does it have solar panels when it has a reactor canonically capable of 40 times their output? Why are the fuel tanks so small? Why is it always facing prograde even when canonically burning retrograde? Why? WHY? BLRRRRGGGGGRGGGRGGG

In Conclusion, Ships Are Neat

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