#Okay this was kind of a mean one. Sorry Sentry I love you but not as much as I love dismemberment

[hrokkall]

ULTRATOBER DAY 19 /// SENTRY

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#Ultrakill #Ultratober #Ultratober 2023 #Ultrakill Sentry #Swordsmachine #Okay this was kind of a mean one. Sorry Sentry I love you but not as much as I love dismemberment #Scraphead moment #Anyway mindflayer coming soon because I'm a day behind so I'm chewing through these like rats through electrical cables #Hrokkall sketch #ID in alt #EDIT: Bonus sketch added for funsies. Thank you ultrabrainrot server

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

Find the Word Tag Game

(Double Feature)

tagged by: @sleepyowlwrites & @ashen-crest!! my words: who, what, when, where, why, how, doubt, heavy, love, first tagging: @sleepyowlwrites, @drippingmoon, @druidx, @ashen-crest, @drabbleitout, @zmwrites, anyone who wants to, and clowns. I feel like I’m the only one who isn’t scared of them or something wah wah your words: draw, white, speak, sick, frost, drip

who (Aurora)—

Warren dropped his utensils with a sharp clatter and folded his hands together. "You cannot be serious," he snapped.

Thrive, unflinching, shook his head. "You knew that it was ———, Warren. You knew from the minute ———, but you didn't allow your brain to make the connection because you didn't want to face what your grief could possibly mean."

"And how the fuck would you know that?" Warren whipped his head around to face Thrive, nostrils flared and eyes wild.

Thrive searched those eyes, his soft gaze roaming over his face in the stinging silence that followed his outburst. Reverence and adoration comprised his expression, the ghost of a smile reaching his own eyes. "Because I think I know who you are, now."

Warren's lip quivered but he swallowed his emotion back. His fingers twisted within and around themselves. "Okay," he said, a bitter smile cracking through his façade. "Am I an alien? Am I some kind of god or a demon or something?"

Thrive placed a hand over Warren's, curling his fingers into his palms. "You're Warren Cougar. And I love you very much."

what (Eternal)—

"I'm sorry...did you just say you have a portal?"

"Yes," DeCosta said. "That's all I can tell you before the reveal. The rest of the Consortium is expected to be at the Node in a few hours, after which they'll settle into their accommodations, and then we'll all convene in the station control hub. Unfortunately, Guetry, I can't allow you to be at the meeting, though you'll be needed for a related assignment later."

The trio was hurried out of her office and Warren looked back and forth between Thrive and Guetry as if answers would magically appear on their foreheads. "What the hell was that? And, wait, I was promised coffee!"

"You've worked for the 'Sort long enough," Guetry grunted, already making his way far from the Consortium offices. "Do you see now that they're more interested in getting what they want than fulfilling promises?"

when (Meridian)—

"Help you?" Warren said.

"We're overdue some time together, as well." Thrive peered down at him. "As much as I'd like to be professional and not hold up the meeting, I'm not going into that room without a plan to rectify the situation."

Warren flushed. "Ooh," he murmured, lowering his voice so the sentries wouldn't overhear. "Damn. I could think of a few things after that."

"Run away with me."

"We still have Veneve on our 'Every Planet' itinerary, don't we? We could stop there."

"Not exactly a place I'd like to get married, but if that's where your mind is, I'm not going to be the one to stop you."

Warren put a hand on the biometric scanner next to the doors. "Either way, I'm getting laid."

"Not on Veneve, you're not," Thrive chuckled when the room opened for them.

where (Rebirth)—

Thrive looked at Sussa. "Are you alright?"

"Are you?"

"Yes," he said, though his face still bled. "I've been dealt worse."

They broke through to a secluded clearing in the middle of a fertile patch where a much more technologically advanced shuttle awaited them among the drooping trees.

Nyra turned to them and looked carefully at Thrive. "...You may heal now."

Thrive narrowed his eyes at her, but did as suggested anyway. The pain across his cheekbone ceased as his laceration knitted shut.

why (Aurora)—

Thrive suddenly pinned him with a very hard look. "This changes our dynamic a bit, doesn't it," he murmured, fingers idling at the collar of his form suit.

Warren blinked. "Hm? Does what for what?"

"I should be exalting you." Thrive met his stare. "I should be lavishing you with everything you could ever want, spoiling you in flesh and mind, shouldn't I?"

"Why, 'cause I'm the Most Important Human Alive?" Warren scoffed. "Hate to break it to you, man, but I'm just a dude."

"But," Thrive said in a low voice, placing a hot hand on Warren's palm, "I've felt it from you all along. There is a god inside of you, my love." He traced the lines on Warren's palm with the tips of his fingers. "One to whom I've dedicated my soul, unfettered."

"You keep that up and there's definitely gonna have to be a god inside of me in a few minutes."

how (Meridian)—

"I'll bet you anything these fuckers came from Triangulum," Warren explained, jabbing a finger at the slide in Scot's hand. "And I'll bet you they got into Thrive's bloodstream on Efthim, because I'm also willing to bet that supernova came courtesy of Triangulum, too."

Thoeala ran a hand through her hair. "So we find whoever sent the signal from Triangulum, and find Father in the process."

"How are you going to do that?" Gouna asked. "If you can't translate the language, how are you going to know where to look?"

Warren backed toward the door of the lab. "You're both looking at this wrong. We don't need to translate anything. We just need to find someone who can point us in the right direction based on how they're connected to Thrive."

Corin groaned. "But who's more connected to him than you? Unless you mean—oh, ———!" He clapped once and jumped to his feet. "You're gonna go to ———!"

"I'm not," Warren said, and pointed to Thoeala and Scot on his way out the door. "We are."

doubt (Rebirth)—

"I mean...I guess in a way, part of me thinks the worst he could say is yes."

"This could boost morale even if he does say no," Guetry said. "And I know it's cruel and we'll be laughing at your potential pain, but if he does say no just remember he loves you. And man…Cougar, he really loves you."

"I know," Warren said. If he didn't know it before, he definitely had no doubt since the night of the Skywaste concert.

Guetry shrugged. "I'll play a nice handful of bars for you. And I hope that the answer is whatever you need it to be. Also, I'll throw in a little bit of a Hail Mary if things get awkward, free of charge."

"Wow. You're a good friend."

"Marginally."

heavy (Eternal)—

"You're...an idiot," Warren groaned.

Thrive tossed aside the wall panel that was previously lying atop him, heavy enough to inhibit efficient breathing but not enough to crush him. "There will be other shuttles within the capital," he said. "Once I ———, if that's what I have to do, we need to be out of the atmosphere within fifteen minutes."

Warren frowned, his chest burning. He felt around for injuries. "I can't...I still can't breathe..."

"The air isn't supplied with enough oxygen for you," Thrive said, helping him to his feet. A small bank of snow rolled down the mountain around them. "And the water on this planet has been acidic for as long as I've been alive. That's why we need to move quickly."

love (Meridian)—

Guetry's grin faded, and he gazed up at him from ———. "I've always loved you."

Warren's eyes filled with tears, and his smile twitched. "I know."

"Nah...I don't think you do." Guetry wrapped his fingers around Warren's wrist and his stare turned serious. "I've been in love with you for years. Adam and Sig always...teased me about it. I came close to asking if you were willing to bring your husband into our family. But I didn't. Because I loved you enough to know you couldn't do that."

A hard thump from Warren's heart turned his sturdy wall into dust. He fell apart, heaving sobs overtaking him again, and he'd worried that he made Guetry uncomfortable until he felt the grip on his wrist tighten and a hand stroke the back of his hair.

first (Aurora)—

Thrive charged onto the bridge first, revealing as the door swept open the stars glitching outside of the viewscreen. They blinked rapidly, swallowed by the fog that seemed to be darker than the whole of space. The static in the room made the hair on the back of Warren's neck stand on end.

"Everyone out," Sig demanded, and nobody had to be told twice; they abandoned their posts and darted off the bridge. "Get to engineering! Lock yourselves in and they won't get to you, inshallah…"

"I wouldn't be so sure," Warren said, and full-body quakes overcame him, already neck-deep in flashbacks to the Destiny. "I think we need to escape the ship."

Thrive aimed a stony pair of eyes at Sig at that. "Get your crew off the Lithuania. Get them far away, keep the mess and the rec hall tightly sealed."

Sig nodded and disappeared into the corridor.

#tag game #Find the Word #figured I'd catch up since I'm too sick to write any fictober stuff rn #hopefully I'll be able to pick back up tomorrow 😩

[teddybasmanov]

Okay, so I decided that I need to put my Angel/David overthrowing the Imperial government ideas somewhere and not just in the tags.

Idea one - coupled with the Revolution AU:

For starters Damien is not the king, he's the leader of the rebellion. For the Angel/David things it's not really important who's the king, all we need to know about him is that his relationship with Angel is deteriorating and his public ratings are not great either.

We know, that werewolves are looked down upon, not as badly as I thought they are, but they are, so it's not that big of a problem for the underground to infiltrate and get on their side the Shaw pack. I think, that since David as an alpha was "offered" (an offer you can't refuse kind of situation) a high and prestigious position within the royal protectors, Asher is still the "acting alpha" so to speak and I'm definitely not opposed to the idea of Starlight coordinator (who's already in the resistance) recruiting their unempowered friend and them getting close to Ash (we saw how they managed to get him interested in the end of the world). So, through the pack, they get to David.

David and Angel's relationship at first is developing independently of all that political stuff - he protects them and comforts them when the king hurts them and they fall in love. Then, David starts slowly and carefully telling them that there's another way, that there are people who can help them. Carefully and with not too many details because he's afraid that the king might find out and get the information out of them somehow (not through bridging, here their unempowerment has its perks, but as I already mentioned there are other more traditional and not more pleasant means).

Well, as the rebellion plans get in motion, they get more and more of the royal staff (maybe if not for entirely political reason, then just because they are definitely being mistreated) and then the day comes: Angel (with David's help) has to assassinate the king while the rest of the rebels are apprehending the ruling council: "The sentries are tired!" - the freelancer enters the room with a very human but not less effective rifle.

(sorry, it has nothing to do with Angel/David, but I just have to put it here)

Idea two - on their own:

Still not important who the king is.

The thing is that it's still Angel - they don't need anyone to overthrow the government - give them enough time and they'll do singlehandedly. And with David on their side? You bet.

So, they are doing two things simultaneously - winning over the staff (which is easy, because yet again, the king (even if he's Damien) seems like a person who would mistreat his servants) and charming the council. To the King, it seems like they are just trying to help him with his ratings - show to the doubting that they are not that bad for him. Well, not really.

They are whispering to the right ears that the Imperium has grown over the need for an inherited monarchy and an empowered-born king who's moreover a huge jackass. His only defence is that his great humanborn mother has raised him and taught him everything he needed. You know who was raised side by side with him? Angel. And they are unempowered who has always seen the empowered world from the inside but never was biased by their own magic. You were opposing the first humanborn ruler but see how beloved she is now, why not try an unempowered person with a great perspective.

And seeing the king's attitude (especially towards people) more and more people secretly gravitate to his consort. And the consort's greatest supporter? Their bodyguard. He's also a guarantee of some "physical" and not just ideological support - he's the alpha of the most influential pack in the area.

So, on the fated day Angel, David, some more pack members and council-people enter the king's chambers and politely ask him to resign. And then another "Over my dead body!" "I was hoping you'd say that" scene happens. I imagine with how protective we know David is his hands (and paws and claws) are aching to get back to the king for hurting his mate (and it doesn't matter who's married to whom).

As a result, they have the first unempowered ruler with a werewolf consort of their own.

#redacted asmr #heacanons #Imperium au #angel/David #technically tangentially #rebel Damien #brainrooot #echotober

[algumaideia]

Hi Speing anon!

I’m sorry but I deleted your last question. I’m so sorry about that. I’ll answer it here, okay?

First, no problem about the spelling mistake. It problaby only happened because I’m still learning English and I find a lot of new words here in the internet.

Now about the question, I have some complicated feelings about it. Because I think Tamlin was wrong and I just wanna to ignore it and pretend it didn’t happen.

I forgot about that scene and it was your question who brought it back to my memory, but I don’t remember it pretty well. What I know are the following things: Ianthe was lying, everyone knew it, it was all part of Feyre’s “plan”, Tamlin felt conflicted, all the sentries were bad with him after that.

And Tamlin was wrong, he punished someone for something he knew the person didn’t do. And it was a physical punishment. I think SJM said there was a political reason Tamlin did that, but I don’t remember and I’m pretty sure it is kind of dumb. So, Tamlin was wrong. What he did was horrible. 

But I said I want to pretend it didn’t happen, why?

1. Ianthe shoudn’t be there. She was harrassing Lucien, Tamlin’s best and last friend. It doesn’t matter if she is an important person, I don’t believe Tamlin would let his best friend pass through this.

2. In Acotar Tamlin said there is no rank in his court (I saw it on tumblr, I didn’t remember that) which means he saw everyone was his equal. No one as more or less important. Thinking in that way, Tamlin wouldn’t punish a sentry like that. 

3. His father was a slaver owner and Tamlin was agaisnt that. When you have slaves you punishes them physically, if Tamlin was against having slaves I think he would also be agaisnt physical punishments, especially if you consider that he was problaby physically abused by his brothers.

4. I don’t think that with that all the sentries would turn their backs on Tamlin, those guys saw Tamlin risking his life during the Amarantha reign to protect them against the weird monsters. They would be mad of course, but all of them deciding to abandon Tamlin? Idk it sounds wrong to me. 

I hope this answers your questions nonnie, sorry again!

Best regards,

Me.

Ps. If that makes you feel better I had an amazing idea some days ago. Idk if anyone have already thought about it but, Lucien and Tarquin. This would be amazing. Tarquin wants equallity to the lesser fae and Luciein fell in love for a lesser fae. Tarquin is the High Lord of the Summer Court, Lucien is the son of the Day Court High Lord. And those are SJM good guys in the series. 

#Speing anon #anti sjm #sjm critical #anti rhysand #anti rhystrash #tamlin #lucien vanserra #sorry anon #thank you for the question nonnie #sorry for deleting it #anonymous question

[acidmanticore]

Let's talk about Thalia?

Medusa curse is the thing done by Fey, right? She's said that?

In this world Feywhild is a planet, and it's probably not the "classic" Feywhild?

What kind of creature was she before? Her eyes aren't full colour, so not a high elf (they aren't children of Aerois, I think, only Aaracokra was created there, others were brought there? Aerois is kind of safe haven for random races?) but probably also elven. Can be human? Humans are universal cockroaches, they are everywhere and hard to get rid of. Whisperwind is an interesting family name, and I've noticed Mark loves to use talking names for his NPCs. So I think it's kind of native to the Feywhild. Can be changeling? Idk how they work in dnd, I think, it's a very specific thing there, but you know. Mark could totally do what he wanted, because he's the DM and it's his world.

So why was she cursed? Given her personality, she could've pissed off some powerful Fey being, but she's a princess? And she ran away? I mean, her parents could probably easily understand it and just say "yep, that happened, but she's our daughter and princess", and given the fact she's still keeping her royal clothing (I bet it was exactly what was in that chest in her room on the Twin Star, but Sentry is too nice of a mom to look through children's stuff), she's probably had good relationship with them. So I think it may be Quill situation: after being turned into Medusa, Thalia never told anything and ran away, so they probably think she's dead. Or hope for the best and looking for her? Royal family probably have access to magic or makes who can at least look if she's okay? At this point in time they probably know what happened, but they didn't even try to call her? If you can't Scry through the planes, you can cast Sending, IT WORKS. Or they did, but she didn't answer? Or answered something like "yeah I'm tired of being a princess is boring I went adventuring a be a space pirate"?

It really reminds me of Quill. Who STILL DIDN'T TELL HIS FAMILY HE'S ALIVE, because what? He still thinks he's not good enough? Because he's lost wing, even though now he has a new one? Because he didn't become the best messenger he was going to be, and his family was so proud of him then, and what will they think now? (If when they'll finally meet they tell him something about not fulfilling his family duty and ruining their expectations, I'm teleporting on Aerois to slap them).

She has so much fucking pride (well, she's a princess) and so many insecurities! Like... She drinks to be able to look at herself. She's loud and obscene, and this is her "fuck you" to the world, that can't take her, that she can't say to herself. Or she can.

This story is not about acceptance and finding a new way to live, I think. Unlike Quill's. Not everyone can do this. Not with everything. She loved who she were. And though she kind of adapted to a new look, she didn't accept it.

If she did, she wouldn't drink all the time.

If she did, she wouldn't be so ashamed after realising she probably overstepped in her drunk fake confidence and scared Nova. It would've been funny joke, it would've been an easy "sorry, babe, didn't want to scare you... Btw, did you like it?"

We've almost never seen her without this mask. But what we can say about real her?

Her crew were a scholar imp, a harpy with scopophobia and a Big Cat. Bunch of outcasts, thrown away or not accepted by their own. And she loves them. She's loved all of them. Where did she find them?

They are a bunch of dumpster kids. Much like Stormchasers were. And right now they are lost. And fucked.

But I love that we can see more sober Thalia, probably, that episode was a realisation that things can't go on like this anymore. It looks like she really likes Nova, but I don't think it's the only reason. Maybe there's hope. Finally.

#idk how many typos I've made #probably a lot #but I'm not rereading this again #it's 2am #also it's probably really inconsistent #sorry for that #high rollers #rollonsunday #aerois #highrollersdnd #high rollers aerois #thalia whisperwind #qillek ad khollar

[fanfalc-616]

The Rights Of A Nindroid

Chapter Fifteen

(Prevoius Chapter Here)

(Discord Here)

Been a while since I’ve posted, sorry about that-

I’m supposed to be in school rn lol

When finally taken back to the lockers, after thirty exhausting hours, Cryptor feels as though he’s on the verge of a forced shutdown.

The damn brat had switched out with someone else, claiming something about an internship. And that had at least meant that the one hurting him no longer had a personal vendetta, but it was still painful.

Cryptor hates how close he had come to actually asking them to hurt Zane instead, but he didn’t. Though judging by the way the other looks when the two of them are put in the locker, they hurt him anyway.

DID THEY GIVE YOU A CHOICE TOO?

Zane doesn’t answer for a moment, likely out of surprise or maybe exhaustion.

I DIDNT GIVE IN

Cryptor snorts. Of course he didn’t. He’s a self-sacrificing dumbass, and it had been that knowledge that had allowed Cryptor to hang on himself.

HOW LONG A BREAK DO YOU THINK WELL GET?

It’s a morbid game, really, but the two of them had taken to guessing how long they would get before dragged out for testing or torture.

AT LEAST SIX HOURS WE WERE THERE FOR OVER A DAY

Mulls over the words, Cryptor considers the idea. Zane’s probably right, but he feels like arguing.

OR THEYLL WANT TO BEAT IT INTO US WITH A SHORTER ONE

There’s a pause, and Cryptor takes a moment to hate himself. Yes, start an argument with his one friend, that’s a wonderful idea.

IS SOMEONE HAVING A BAD DAY?

Cryptor snorts. Good, Zane can tell when he’s only pretending to argue. Probably picked that up from his teammates.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

The friendly banter continues for a while, but Cryptor can eventually feel himself shutting down from exhaustion.

He taps out a goodbye and a quick explanation before falling asleep, hoping- but not expecting- that they’ll get today off.

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Jay is starting to lose his grip.

Kai had gotten himself under house arrest by breaking into the government building- which he neglected to tell them the location of before doing so- and since they live on the Bounty, they’re stuck grounded so that the police can make sure that Kai’s not leaving.

Also he’s been sulking the whole time.

It’s already been almost two months, but he still has another four left, and everyone on the ship is going crazy from it.

“I am this close to renting a hotel until his house arrest is over.” Nya holds up her hand so that her pointer finger and thumb are almost touching.

Cole sighs, shaking his head. “I’d join you, but at this point I’m scared of leaving him unsupervised.”

Jay laughs a little. “Honestly, what could he do that’s worse than what he’s already done?”

The two immediately snap over to looking at him.

“Are you trying to jinx it?!” Cole groans. “You know full well how crazy he can get when it comes to protecting us.”

Wincing, Jay accepts the point. “That’s fair. But I doubt he would-“

Lloyd comes running into the room. “Kai left the ship. He tied his house arrest bracelet to the roomba so it would move, and I don’t know where he went.”

Jay blinks. “I stand corrected.”

Then they’re all scrambling to their feet, rushing off to try and find the dumbass hot head that is Kai.

Cole runs outside, probably off to go look at his usual hiding places- he’s run off before, but never under house arrest.

Nya goes to her computer, most likely going to try and track his phone- that’s her usual go-to for when one of them goes off to do something stupid.

He’s not entirely sure where Lloyd’s going, but he probably has some kind of plan.

But before Jay has the chance to come up with his own, his BorgPhone rings with a number that he doesn’t recognize.

A flash of fear takes over him. Oh, Kai better not have gotten captured. What happens if he has? They might hurt him, he might go to prison, he could get into all kinds of trouble!

With shaky hands, Jay hits accept and holds the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, this is Jay Walker. Who is this and how have I ruined your life?” Somehow, he manages to keep his voice from shaking.

“It’s more of your boyfriend who’s doing that.” Sentry grumbles. “I found Kai sneaking into Borg Tower- he was trying to find more hints of ways to rescue Zane. Please come and get him before he gets caught- I shoved him in a back room to keep people from finding him, but he’ll probably find a way out pretty soon.”

Jay curses softly. “Of course he did. Okay, I’m on my way.” He starts to head out even as he speaks, silently complaining about how reckless his boyfriend can be. He loves him, he really does, but sometimes- like now- he really wants to slap him.

It takes him around fifteen minutes to make it to Borg Tower, and when he steps inside, Sentry is standing right next to the door.

“He escapes from the room, so I put him in the timeout corner. He’s handcuffed to the wall, but I’m pretty sure that-“

Jay blinks a few times. “Wh- why do you have a timeout corner? And why does it have handcuffs?”

Sighing, Sentry shakes his head. “The white nindroids were created recently and are pretty immature,” he explains, “so a timeout is a pretty effective way to get them to behave. The handcuffs are for when they still don’t listen- now come on, we should hurry before he finds a way out.”

So Jay lets the nindroid lead him through the tower, trying to stop the way he’s nervously jittering. It- it’ll be fine, it’ll be totally and completely fi-

They come into a back room where Kai is in a chair and in handcuffs that are attached to the wall, forcing his hands above his head.

Jay glances over at Sentry. “Uh-“

“We have two timeout corners. This one is for the nindroids who cause trouble repeatedly. Or in this case, the ninja who does that.” He glares at Kai, but the red ninja looks utterly unapologetic.

“I need to rescue Zane. And you didn’t have to call someone to pick me up, I’m not some child in a school’s principal’s office.” Kai huffs, shifting in his bonds.

Jay starts to try and tell him that he’s totally acting like he’s just got his parents called in an office, but Sentry shakes his head, and speaks up.

“There’s a back door you can take him out so that he doesn’t get caught, but keep a better handle on him next time. We really don’t need him getting an actual prison sentence.”

Glancing at his boyfriend, Jay thinks for a moment, trying to figure out if he’d actually be able to get Kai out of here without being seen.

“I’m going to call Cole,” he decides, “he’ll be able to carry him out of here.”

“I can walk!” Kai protests, looking betrayed. “I don’t need to be carried-“

Sentry nods. “Probably a good idea. He might put up a fight on the way out.”

“I can hear you, you know! I’m right here.” Kai sounds annoyed and frustrated, and Jay sighs, feeling himself cave a little.

“It’s okay, Fire-Hazard. I’ll talk Nya out of murdering you, so long as you promise to actually stay on the ship this time.”

At his words, Kai pales a little. It’s clear he hadn’t thought about how his sister would react to him running off.

“I’ll behave.” He grumbles, clearly unhappy about it. “But I can’t just do nothing.”

With a start, Jay realizes that he’s right. The reason that he keeps doing stupid things is because he needs to be doing something to help- if he doesn’t, he’s going to feel like he’s failing Zane.

So they need to come up with something that he could work on, some way he could get them closer to freeing him.

Maybe if he was working on part of the plan…

Jay looks over at Sentry. “We’re looking for legal loopholes right now, right? Could he help you try and find some? From the computer on the ship, I mean.”

Kai perks up a little, and Sentry looks like he’s considering the idea.

“Will that keep him out of trouble?” He sounds hesitant, but Jay quickly nods.

“He just wants to help, give him a way to do that and he’ll be fine.”

The nindroid looks over at Kai. “Is he seriously going to be able to look through legal documents for longer than thirty seconds?” He sounds unamused, but he pauses again when he sees Kai’s determined expression.

“I looked through a ton of them to break in. I’ll do whatever it takes to get him out.”

After hesitating for only a moment longer, Sentry nods. “Alright,” he agrees, “I’ll send over some I haven’t gotten to yet.”

So Jay ends up only calling Cole so that he can let the others know that Jay found him, and Kai actually walks back without putting up a fuss.

It takes a bit of work to get him on the ship stealthily enough so that any potential cameras couldn’t see, but they manage it.

However, when they step onto the bridge, the three others look annoyed beyond belief.

After a pause, Kai chuckles nervously. “On a scale of one to ten, how much trouble am I in?”

“Eleven.” Nya’s smile expresses anything but happiness, and Cole and Lloyd look only slightly less upset.

Somehow, Jay manages to uphold his promise, talking Nya out of giving Kai some five hour lecture that would probably make him regret existing.

Lloyd grabs Stabby and re-attaches the house arrest bracelet, and it’s not long after that the red ninja is in front of the computer, having about seven files open that he’s comparing and researching.

Later, Cole comes up to him. “The research thing was good thinking; it’ll keep him distracted while still allowing him to help.”

Jay flashes him a smile. “What can I say? I actually have good ideas sometimes.”

Cole smirks. “That’s debatable.”

“You literally just told me that I had a good idea.” Jay reminds with his own grin.

With an overly thoughtful expression, Cole strokes his chin. “Did I? I don’t remember that.”

“Wow, and here I was with the idea that elephants never forget.” Jay snarks back, barely containing his snickers.

Mock gasping, Cole puts a hand over his chest. But as he starts to teasingly reply, his smile fades, and he looks down.

“... Zane loved mock arguments.” He murmurs softly, pain suddenly written on his face.

Jay feels his own cheerfulness drain a little. “It took a while to teach him how, but he got pretty good at them.” He quietly agrees as he remembers the difficulty Zane had used to have with humor.

“He got pretty good at them though.” Cole’s smile is more pained now, but it’s there.

With a soft chuckle, Jay nods. “Absolutely trashed us with them.”

But then the emotions are over taking him, and Jay feels himself shaking at the thought of his titanium boyfriend. Who knows what they’re doing to him, from Kai’s recount they’ve been outright torturing him, he-

Cole puts a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be okay.” He speaks softly, and his voice is uncertain, as though he’s not really sure of himself, even though it sounds like he’s trying to keep it steady.

Jay nods weakly, feeling tears burn at the back of his eyes. “It’ll be okay.” He repeats softly, desperately trying to believe the words.

In the end, Cole has to coax both him and Kai into bed with gentle reassurances and promises that he sounds slightly unsure of, but at this point, Jay’s too desperate to think about how he might be wrong.

He just wants Zane back… is that really too much to ask for?

Apparently, because it doesn’t seem that they’ll be getting him back anytime soon.

That night, even when cuddled in the arms of his other boyfriends, he cries himself to sleep.

Zane will be okay. He has to be okay.

Jay won’t be able to take it if he’s not.

#the rights of a nindroid #ninjago zangst #zangst #ninjago fanfiction #psychological torture #torture #trauma

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

25 + ayem + vehk for the one word thingy

25. Cooking

Month five of the war, they're knee-deep in the dreary slog somewhere between running down Barfok and peeling Hoag's zombies out of the Eastern peninsula with Kagrenac's metal men. Nerevar's encountered a problem relating to Ysmir's newfound habit of shouting armies wholesale off of hills whenever they claim the high ground, so he's called in the experts from Mournhold, though they must travel in secret to avoid Bhag's raiding-parties, and after Khizumet'e's betrayal only the most trusted can be permitted to know about the trip, and what this all translates to is: it's the crack of dawn on the Telvanni coast, the air cool and wet while a mist rises off the low volcanic hummocks all around them, and because most of their traveling-party is still asleep, Almalexia has taken it upon herself to make breakfast.

Yes, she's the Queen, and yes, she's never cooked for herself in her life (save one embarrassing incident during a childhood visit to Ald Sotha, wherein she set a loaf of bread on fire). But they've all been riding hard to answer Nerevar's summons in a timely manner, even the guar haven't yet roused from their near-catatonic slumber beneath a nearby Emperor Parasol, and only Almalexia, a habitual early-riser and often-insomniac, has woken with the sun. She's already sent the sentry to get a few hours of sleep, and the rest of her soldiers are still audibly snoring, and even Vivec, who somehow manages to be even more nervous and wakeful than she is, is dead to the world, curled tight into a ball back in their tent.

And Almalexia cannot bring herself to wake any of them. Well, it's not fair that Nerevar, newly-minted royalty, is already using his egregious powers to put them through this arduous overland trip, and even if they must be going soon Almalexia wants only to make their lives a little easier. So she, young woman with an incurable maternal streak that she is, has of course decided to cook them breakfast.

And how hard can it be, anyway? Kneeling in the damp soil, shivering slightly in the brisk new coolness of the early morning, Almalexia kindles the fire with magika and feeds it on some soft mushroom scraps she's collected from around the comatose guar. When the fire is nice and high, she eases in a cooking-pot. She's watched Sotha Sil prepare saltrice porridge a thousand times before-- a bag of grains, ample water-- so she finds the sack of saltrice they'd brought, dumps in a healthy amount (enough to halfway fill the small pot, she wants no-one going hungry), and then fills the rest of the pot with water.

Preparations made, all that is left for her is to sit back and wait for the saltrice to cook.

The morning is perfect, the air cool and clean. The Telvanni coast is beautiful: a halfway-dissolving cluster of archipelagos and stone spires, like handfuls of crushed pumice floating gently out to the inner sea. Their road through the fractured coastline has taken them over small wooden bridges and through winding canyons dry only at low tide; the region is inacessible to a large army but perfect for two travelers and their guards making their way north. They're at the very end of the shattered coast now, on a low rising hill that represents the start of the undulating basalt-flows which paves the rest of the way, but when one turns to look behind them they can see the labyrinth of eroding dykes and tall pillars rendered jagged and lonely by the encroaching silvery waves. To Almalexia, observing the scenery with half-closed eyes, it’s all very strange and very, very lovely. Settled back against one of the supply-packs, she looks towards the distant inner sea and lets her thoughts drift into a sleepy sort of contemplation.

The scent of cooking saltrice and the musky smoke of a mushroom-fire; the snoring and sleep-braying of overworked guar; the fresh coolness of mist on skin; the last stars twinkling into slumber; memories of the heady crop-smell of Deshaani fields pregnant with ripe wheat; memories of waking up with a mouthful of Ald Sotha sand; comfort; fullness after hunger; a meal cooking... 

...

"... Ayem?"

Almalexia blinks and sits upright. The day has suddenly become much brighter. Vivec stands over her, but hir face is obscured by the sun now high behind them.

"Vehk," Almalexia murmurs, rubbing her eyes. Then, "Oh, did I fall asleep?"

"I think so," Vivec replies, kicking at the ground. Even sleepy and disheveled from the road, Almalexia thinks, ze manages to look like some spirit of legend, a guiding light sent down to Nirn by the ghost of Veloth himself. "Um."

"Hm?" Almalexia realises she's been staring and looks away. "Ah, forgive me, I must be tired!"

"It's not-- I mean to say--" Vivec tilts hir head towards the fire. "What's that?"

For a moment Almalexia fails to understand. Then she sees what Vivec's pointing at: her saltrice porridge has transformed itself into a pulsing amorphous mass and is crawling out of the pot.

Almalexia presses her hand to her mouth in horror. "My porridge!"

Vivec grins.

Then, Vivec laughs, a loud childish laugh that wakes the guar and electrifies Almalexia into leaping to her feet.

"Porridge!" Vivec shouts, as Almalexia lunges towards the fire. "That's porridge?-- wait, no, Ayem, don't go near it, it'll attack you!" Ze seizes Almalexia around the waist just as she makes a dive towards her beleaguered breakfast, pulling her back, pressing hir face to her shoulder and giggling hysterically.

"What happened to it?" Almalexia says despairingly, returning the embrace. "I just... don't laugh at me, Vehk, I was trying to make you breakfast!"

"What did you do to it? I think it's trying to make me into breakfast!"

"I don't know! It's just porridge! I added saltrice and water--"

"Saltrice expands when you cook it, didn't you know that?"

“No?” Helpless, Almalexia slumps into Vivec's arms and watches her kind gesture ooze disobediently out of its pot. Vivec is giggling still, clutching her, face pressed into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Vehk," Almalexia says weakly, "I didn't think it was possible to mess up porridge. It seemed like it would be easy."

"No, I-- I'm sorry for laughing at you-- it's okay, honest." By now the soldiers have awoken and are emerging from their tents, and Vivec, noticing, embarrassed, releases her. "We can use it to make saltrice-cakes if we just bake them."

"I think I should leave that to you," Almalexia replies, miserable. "I was once told that I'm cursed to destroy anything I touch, and I'm starting to believe it."

Vivec, smiling still, takes Almalexia’s hand in one of hir own. Ze raises it and presses her palm flat against hir cheek.

"Well," ze says after a moment. "I feel fine. So come help me cook."

#almalexia #vivec #fic

[secret-time-is-here]

An Error's Journey

Chapter 21

Previous - First - Next

His eyes were blurry with sleep, struggling to open. Was there any point? His sight began to clear, and he stared at the dark ceiling.

Something felt off, but for the moment he couldn’t remember. All he knew is that his bed, if you want to call it that, was far too cold, even under his blanket. Looking over the side of the mattress, his pillow was tossed on the floor. A letter peeking out from behind it.

Lazily stretching, he reaches for it, but an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach stopped him from opening it. It felt as if he knew what it meant, but he wasn’t sure.

He pocketed the letter in his shorts and threw off his dull grey t-shirt. Grabbing his old, once light blue-but now a faded stone blue turtleneck instead, throwing his hoodie over it. Absent-mindedly, he thinks that Papyrus might be happy that he changed his shirt for once.

Pulling himself up, dodging his treadmill and mini-tornado in the dark of his room, he made it to the door and began his journey downstairs.

“Good Morning, Brother!” Papyrus’ loud voice rings through his head painfully, but he hides it behind a smile, “Look At You! You Changed Your Shirt And Didn’t Sleep In As Much! Good Job, Sans!”

“Thanks, Paps.” He spoke through a yawn, “Makin’ breakfast? Somethin’ doesn’t smell burnt.”

“OOO! You And Your Jokes!”

“I’m a humorous guy, what can I say?” Papy’s face tensed with a pout, “Ya want to smile~”

“I Do And I Hate It!” The taller huffed, stomping a foot, “Although, To Answer Your Earlier Question, I Am Making Breakfast. Undyne Gave Me This Recipe For Chocolate Pancakes! The Instructions Say To Cook It A Little Shorter Than I Normally Would, But Undyne Insisted I Cook It As Long As It Says.”

At least it would mean another edible meal for them. Surely Undyne would enjoy hearing that Papyrus is getting better at cooking… better to advance his culinary skills than his fighting skills.

“Don’t You Dare Ruin This With Your Ketchup Either-”

“Then at least let me have the leftover chocolate chips.” Papyrus sighed and handed him the bag along with a few freshly golden pancakes.

“You Should Eat Those Up Quick, You’re Going To Be Late To Work! What If We Miss A Human?!” The thought made his soul skip a beat. Yesterday he would’ve been just as excited to see a human, even if internally, what happened?

Or what hasn’t happened yet?

He continued to ponder that as he ate, as he walked through snowdin, and even as he sat waiting at his sentry station. Something still felt far too off.

“You should open that letter before the story of this timeline gets in the way.” An ominous voice spoke up over the silence. He snapped his head over to his right, a monochrome child with black pits for eyes staring back at him.

Their hair was nearly smoke grey, but their sweater held lighter shades of cloud and coin grey, interchanging in a pattern of stripes. Shadow grey shorts and shoes with white socks finished their colorless look. “Do you remember me yet, Sans?” they inquired carefully.

Flashes of memories like a slap to the face, the small human before him teaching him how to make windows and portals. There was another figure, fuzzy but clearly another skeleton, wearing neon pink, blue, and black. In some memories, the chocker around their neck was replaced with a leather choker, the middle lock of it in the shape of a monster’s soul. One half Sapphire Blue and the other Amethyst Purple.

“...Core?” His tired voice asked, “What-” Core stopped him mid-sentence, just shushing him quietly and reaching into his short pocket, pulling out the letter he saw earlier that day and pushing it into his hands.

It took a moment to open it, and another for him to actually read the wingdings written down, but it was a matter of seconds before he was crying.

He could practically hear Lust’s voice saying everything to him…

I’m sorry, Darling. The letter began, I knew one day we would agree that when a true reset would happen that we’d either stay together or break things off. If you’re reading this, it’s likely the latter. If it was the former, well, you probably found this on accident and I didn’t hide it carefully enough, I’ll explain things to you myself.

It hurt that he couldn’t remember what that was talking about. Either situation, The letter continued, just know I love you so much, and this is/was a precaution. I needed to place this just before the resets would start, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you after I did.

I’m sorry for so many things that will happen if we agree to split. I’ll always miss your embrace and your kindness, your underappreciated jokes. I’ll miss everything about you, and I’m sorry if I ever move on one day. Sincerely yours, Lust.

He could feel Core patting his back as he tried not to stain the paper with his tears.

“...I’m sorry for all of this, but you need to get heading to the door. You nearly missed Frisk the last two True Resets.”

The resets had already begun again? Is that why he waited to open the letter? Is that why he suddenly hated the thought of seeing the human?

“...Frisk?”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll remember them in due time.” Before he was able to ask further questions, Core pushed themself backward, rolling off the counter and falling into a black portal positioned on the ground, far out of his reach.

Clever brat… maybe that’s how he nearly missed the human, spending too much time asking questions.

Sighing, and rubbing at his eyes to clear the still dropping tears, he stood up, teleporting some distance away. He let himself lean backward when he appeared again, knowing well the pillars were there behind him and were just right to safely slide down to the snow-covered forest floor.

Purposefully, he knocked against the ancient doors.

“Knock, knock!” He called, and hearing a soft sound of chuckle through the door, he let a sad smile form.

“Who’s there?” An older, feminine voice called.

“Skele’”

“Skele’ who?”

“Skeleton more knock-knock jokes.” The howling laughter on the other side helped his smile brighten a little.

For a time, it was jokes on both sides, until it turned to talking, and the lady on the other side suddenly went quiet.

“I’m afraid I must go… I need to continue my rounds through the ruins.” His soul pounded with fear, “Goodbye, for now, friend.”

“Bye...”

Footsteps moved away, and Sans got up out of the snow, walking back to his station when his soul suddenly shattered.

Waking up gasping for breath, he was back in his bed, and Core leaned against the wall, seemingly waiting.

“Slow your breathing, it’s going to be a long day, Sans.”

-----

It had to have only been maybe half a dozen hours at most since the true reset, but he’s already had to relive the same morning countless times.

Sometimes, he sat in bed waiting for the reset, despite Papyrus calling him downstairs and even coming into his room to yell at him-only for the resets to set him back downstairs.

Other times, he went on with his day like normal, those chocolate chips the main thing getting him out of bed. Only once, had he managed to reach the Lady behind the door-a reset happening as soon as he sat down.

His soul had shattered as per normal, but instead of instantly going back to his bed, he sat in a blank abyss for a moment. As if he was waiting for something. Yet, the minute had passed and he woke up in bed again, Core still waiting.

“Have you been treated by Death himself yet?” Core asked, not looking up from an invisible panel.

“Death... how… why- What in the stars does that mean??” He stuttered, Core only shrugged in response.

“You’ve got plenty more resets to go through still, sadly. Frisk is a little rusty after Chara being in control for so long.”

“Chara-? They’re-?”

“Yes and no. They’re a ghost only visible to Frisk at the moment. They took control of Frisk's body for some years and got all of you to the surface… remember that. Chara’s aren’t bad. Not all Frisk’s are either.”

“You’re acting like there are other Chara’s out there.”

“You’ve met other Sans’... Lust is more than enough proof of that.” Sans shuddered, repressing fresh tears, “Just remember that, okay? Trust me, intent can be important- even surpassing True resets.”

-

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#Undertale #Fanfic #utmv #UTMV #An Error's Journey #AEJ #AEJ Chapter 21 #Chapter 21 #Sans #Lust sans #Lust #CORE Frisk #Core #Papyrus #Chara #Frisk #Toriel

[ganymedesclock]

I like that you have a more positive take on the writers' handling of Lotor than most Voltron fans. But I wanted to ask you: do you think it was unfair for the paladins to accuse Lotor of murder when the paladins themselves had probably killed thousands of Galra when they blew up those cruisers? I think you might have already made a post about this, that the cruisers were mostly filled with robotic sentries, but I can't find it.

We do see that a lot of the cruisers were automated, but, even so: I feel like it is disingenuous to insinuate killing enemy soldiers is the same thing as experimenting on hostages under false pretenses.

This is a thing I come back to a lot- I think when you love a character it is very tempting to think they didn’t do anything “that bad”.

The reality is though, from jump, Lotor has a pretty clear bitter streak. He’s not too apologetic about hurting people if he thinks it’s necessary to advance a goal. This feeds in with his interaction with Ven’tar and his grief at that colony- while his grief was sincere, his argument with Zarkon was also on the basis that this was not necessary to do. There was nothing to gain from hurting Ven’tar’s people that couldn’t have been gained with interest from taking the time to spare and work with them.

So basically Lotor as a character is established as someone who, all factors the same, would like to not hurt anyone. But if he doesn’t feel like that’s on the table- or if he can’t afford the price tag- he sighs and gets out the knife and more or less gets over it. This is how we see him established in season 3. The ideal bait to get Voltron out of hiding is putting Puig to gunpoint- so he does. And he doesn’t feel sorry. He knows they’re rebuilding. He knows they’re afraid and hurting. He doesn’t relish in it. But he does it anyway.

(Lotor does, sometimes, relish hurting people. We largely see this happen towards Throk, and then again when the rift kind of coaxes it out of him with loosening standards- the pattern that seems to emerge is that he gets vindictive enjoyment hurting people he perceives as ‘they were going to hurt me, but I drew on them first’. And even this seems to have its limits- he’s not shown to be enjoying it at any point in his slaying of Zarkon in Blood Duel, though that could be a combination of how close that fight was- it was more of a desperate struggle for survival, and he got past it. He may have been more vindictive if he felt that he had the decisive upper hand on Zarkon)

The thing about the memorial statue in the colony is that, to me, it’s pretty unambiguous Lotor put it there, and against his ‘more sensible ideas’- because the person we see interacting with it is Romelle, who has doubts. From her perspective, we look at this, and see the numbers, and go “isn’t this too many? we don’t have contact with all of these people? the situation hasn’t changed at all so that we can open communications? Why does it feel so much like a grave?”

But this is a kind of regret on Lotor’s part that can only come on the idea that Lotor sees what he’s doing, that he is methodically digging a set number of graves, and calling for a set number of people to fill them, and they come obediently and lie down in their graves.

This is very different from Keith running Macidus through, or a ship being torn apart during a space battle. Legally, we regard these as different things. Battlefield casualties vs. premeditated murder. Those words have meaning and definitions that are not about “which one sounds scarier or more like an evil thing to do?” Lotor knew he was going to kill people, made plans to kill people, and then killed them. Did he also feel bad about it, or helpless, and could you argue a bunch of factors led him to that point? Yeah. But, it’s still, premeditated murder, outside of a combat situation. The paladins do not do that. 

The paladins are not taking issue with the fact that Lotor takes life and insinuating that they have never taken any lives or endorsed life-taking. If they had, they would have taken issue with killing Zarkon back in Blood Duel. They didn’t.

This is a conflict we see specifically rear its head in Omega Shield- when a mutual ally is threatened, Lotor’s reaction is “can we afford their lives?” while the paladins’ reaction is “oh, if we have to cover our defenses here and there, that just means we should split up. Protecting that colony or not isn’t a question.” And it’s a difference in perspective Lotor notes, but Allura does not. The idea of who’s an innocent and who’s not- who’s “okay to kill”- is not what’s being discussed here. It’s the idea that once you establish someone is a noncombatant, civilian, ‘defenseless’, ‘an innocent’- what’s the value of their life? 

I think if there’s a point you could potentially argue weakens the argument, it’s that the paladins aren’t doing something comparable to what Lotor is. We see a quieter / less “there is a several hundred person kill count on the line” version with the Blade of Marmora- Allura points out that Kolivan’s been keeping his head down for a long time, which has to have required he and his forces not directly challenging the empire and stopping them from hurting others.

The reality is Lotor, the Blade, and most of the universe has, one way or another, been surviving. They haven’t been in a position to challenge Zarkon directly. The paladins, as soon as they enter the field, are in that position. So basically the paladins never have to worry about playing survival, or about “what they can afford or not”- it’s all do or die. They don’t play a long game of defense. And this isn’t exclusive to aliens, either- we see this in season 7, with the Garrison. Again, same issue: “playing survival when you don’t have the resources to win”- creates an environment where morally gray, or even morally offensive, choices, look tempting.

Ultimately though, I don’t think that’s too meaningful as a discussion to have- that they ‘should have’ put the Paladins through the trolley problem purely to give them potential grounds to argue with Lotor about. The truth is, no matter how much I like Lotor as a character, I agree with the series’ consensus that this was crossing a line.

(And, I feel like mentally stuffing helpless slaves inside of the cruisers that are blown up for every space battle purely to insist Voltron killed innocents is also not a productive intellectual game- because you need to think of this as a story. Things happen in a story to tell a certain message- they are ruled by multiple factors.

#voltron legendary defender #vld #Lotor #readmore #can't believe I'm having a voltron blog renaissance here #Anonymous

[okeymakeydude]

Secrets are not allowed. [Support sandwich]

(Image from x)

Silence was the king.

Silence was a comfortable king and the people who were present knew it.

Calm and restful, two were lying on the shoulders of one and doing their business. They didn’t need to talk or maybe, they just didn’t feel like it.

They wanted to discuss the issue but at the same time they didn’t.

Someone had to rebel against the king sooner or later. Or now.

“So, we are doing this.”

“Ja.”

“But how?”

Silence was about to conquer again but the sniper was not going to give up.

“C'mon mates, i’m fair dinkum ‘bout it!”

The French and German looked at each other not understanding what he said but had an idea. They knew what he meant. Spy left the knife he was playing with and Medic his book about human anatomy on the table.

Both of them knew this topic would come up and it was now or never.

“If this is official. We gotta tell 'em.” Sniper was serious while he was speaking. He may be the most insecure of the three, but this time, he was different. “It’s our team. They know us very well.”

“Oh please, mon cher…”

“Including you Spy.”

Then he shut up. Because his words were right, it was true. The team doesn’t know Spy’s real identity, no one has seen him without his mask and very few know that Scout is his son. But his manner and personality? They know him like the back of their hand.

“If you all don’t remember, the secrets are not fucking…”

He stopped talking when Medic’s arm went around his neck to draw him in more. He was in the middle and had enough listening to them argue. He smiled at him and tried to calm down.

“Schatz, don’t be a baby. We have all the time in zhe world to tell them!”

“Tell what? That we are a couple?”

“ Ahem, a trio. Including me.” Spy interrupted, correcting him on the other side. “You’re not excluding me, are you?”

He was about to get angry when the German’s arm distracted him, the doctor without hesitation gave a quick kiss on the foreheads of his lovers and hugged them.

A few sighs were heard and silence was king for a few seconds, until a voice ended the conversation.

“Ve are together, ja? We all decided this and can’t back out.” Medic whispered softly, one could rarely hear him like that, and gave a smile. “We just have to wait for zhe perfect moment but for now, have to pretend zhat nothing is happening.”

The Australian and the Frenchman looked at each other this time, and nodded without saying anything. Maybe he was right.

But they were unsure of what he said afterwards.

“It’s not going to be that hard, right?”

[…]

And not only was very difficult, almost impossible to hide it. They had to watch every move with a magnifying glass and that was God’s work (If there’s one, of course), not humans.

Every day they suffered from not being able to show their true feelings. Only the night was a truce as long as no one intervened.

But it wasn’t enough.

Sniper had to put up with the urge to give his loved ones a morning kiss and, stay professional. Medic in his checkups had to do the same and stay serious, that killed him, and Spy? he was another story.

The team was already suspicious of their actions and even Scout asked if anything was going on. Of course all three responded with an excuse;

“Can’t a mate worry ´bout his team?”

But no one expected Spy, the most cautious and inexpressive of the three, to be the one making the mistake they had been avoiding for so long. One that attracted everyone’s attention.

Medic had been seriously injured in the battle, he went straight to Engie’s dispenser to heal faster. Sniper was wondering whether to go to or continue his work, but he didn’t think too much about it.

Spy appeared near the wounded man.

“Are you okay, mon amour?”

and time froze when all the members looked at them.

Maybe none of them knew French at all but some words they do understand and those two were one of them.

Medic smiled at him and was about to respond, until he noticed the look on everyone’s face and closed his mouth. He had never been so nervous. What do I say now? Spy thought as he saw his mistake. Ready to say something, even the stupidest thing to get out of this situation but Engie was the first to take the step;

“Do i look like a mule, boys? i can´t carry this whole dang team!” Then he hit his sentry hard and grunted. I look at the team again.  “Do I have to repeat?”

They responded only by nodding and others by shouting a battle cry before returning to the battlefield. The younger one seemed to refuse to listen, looked at Spy, and without a word, ran to Demoman. The Frenchman was about to disappear and continue with his work, until the engineer’s hand was placed on his shoulder. He still had something to say.

“Meeting after round. i want to see y´all there.” He turns toward Sniper. “That includes you, buddy. Understood?”

And again, without words to say. They agreed.

[…]

“Secrets are not allowed, guys. Y´all should know that.”

And they knew it. They knew it very well and yet they played dumb. Knew this moment would come and they knew they had to tell the truth.

But they didn’t know they were too unsure to say it.

“Argh! They’re up to something!” Soldier shouted, pointing at them. “Traitors!”

“What!?” Sniper stood up from his chair, annoyed by his accusation, and responded. “We are not bloody traitors.”

“Well, during this time you’ve been acting weirder than usual!” Scout attacked with his words. He’s the one who kept a close eye on the supports’ actions.” What the hell is going on.”

Before anyone else spoke, Engie snapped his fingers and that made him the center of attention. Thanks to him, the meetings were no more violent than they are, and the situation could be calmed down.

but even he seemed very serious.

“"We are a team and in teams there has to be absolute trust between everyone. Yeah?“ Engineer spoke in a calm voice despite his gaze, sighed and continued. "I trust y´all but I need that trust to be…”

“We are together.”

Medic and Spy looked at the bushman. His body was shaking, his hands hidden under the table continually touching and yet he was the first to reply. They were surprised. The German doesn’t hesitate to give his hand with the intention of reassuring him.

“What do you mean…?”

“Eh, um, with your permission to explain clearly…”It was the Frenchman’s turn to speak now. “We–”

“… are boyfriends!”

and the last one was Medic, who raised his arms with the one of his loves.

Then silence was king again but this time, it was an uncomfortable and unpleasant one. Some looked at others, some opened their mouths to say something but nothing and that, only worsened the atmosphere.

Demoman looked at his bottle.

“Oooooh i must be drunk!”

“This is America and that´s unmerican, you maggots!”

“Boyfriends? That´s weird, dude!”

It was going to be an argument until Heavy’s voice was heard.

“If they’re happy, Heavy is happy too.“He said determinedly as he crossed his arms. “Not a problem.“

Pyro immediately nodded and began to clap his hands, making it clear that they were on Heavy’s side and that they agreed. They looked at the three lovers and gave thumbs up. A laugh was heard, one that came from the engineer and who smiled.

“Ha hah! Y´all scared me. Is that what y´all have been hiding all this time?”

“But Engie! We can´t…!”

“Son, Ya gotta respect it. Love is love, whether you like it or not.”

He had managed to bring the situation under control to a stable one. The trio looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile, their team accepted their relationship and that, was all they wanted. There’s no team without comfort. But his gaze turned to the engineer who cleared his throat, he had something else to say.

“But before we conclude this conversation. I want to make sure everyone agrees, three in particular.“ He looked at the youngest one. “Scout?”

“Okay, okay! it´s fine! Dah!”

“Soldier?”

“Are they communists?“

“No, they’re not. Solly”

“Oh! it´s okay then!”

“Demo?”

He was about to call him again until he heard some snoring and saw how he had fallen asleep with his head on the table. He shrugged his shoulders and got up.

“Well, i’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled softly before looking at the rest. “Dinner ain´t gonna make itself, c´mon boys!”

And without saying anything else. Because nothing needed to be mentioned anymore. Everyone forgot about the problem and went back to being the most important thing, a team.

There were no longer any secrets between them.

And the supports were no longer afraid to show their feelings. They can be themselves.

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This was requested by @x-efflorescence-x​

I hope you liked it as much as those who read it.

This is the first time I make this kind of request so I’m sorry for the mistakes and if there are any (which I’m sure there will be haha), you can correct me.

Thanks!

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Hell to Pay: Part Thirty-One

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, IX, IX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII, XVIIII, XXX

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

A/n: Trigger warning: Karma is a bitch. Careful what you wish for :3c

Death kinda sucked.

One moment everything hurt, and Lev was trying to talk. Cameron wanted him to talk, and he hated to let Cameron down. He clung to the sound of Cameron’s voice, to Nik’s in the front seat. Nik- Nik had come too, even after Lev had walked out.

And then it stopped. Everything stopped.

There was no way to control it, and he hated it, hated watching Amara and Nik yelling at each other, hated watching Ash try to pull him back. Guilt tore through Lev. This wasn’t the first time Ash had healed him- it wasn’t Ash’s fault he couldn’t save Lev. He should have held on longer.

This was all his fault.

He stumbled back, and found himself on the porch. He looked around desperately; there was nothing he could do, and so much was going on. He caught Nate’s eye, and froze. Could- could Nate see him?

“Help them,” he blurted, desperate. “I’m sorry. Help them. Please. I can’t.”

It was a terrifying relief to see Nate nod at him. So he could see Lev. Lev sank down on the porch steps, lowering his head in his hands. It was very strange to have a panic attack and not have a body to panic with.

When he looked up again, the yard was empty, save Amara, curled in the back seat, with- no. He wasn’t going to think about that. He turned around, trying to steady his nerves. Dead. He was dead. Why was he still here then. No one had told him he’d have to stay here, and watch this.

He didn’t even have to open the front door. He started to push on it, and slid right through it. After a moment of shock, he wandered deeper, following the source of his distress, one he couldn’t explain why it dragged him through the house like a fish hooked on a fishing line. He stopped in the kitchen doorway, watching Nik go at a bottle of alcohol like a man dying of thirst.

“Nik, no,” Lev said softly, dropping to his knees beside him. When he reached for the bottle, his fingers went right through Nik’s. He watched a shudder go through Nik, and withdrew, looking down at his hands. They looked the same, but he couldn’t touch anything.

Once again he stumbled away. If this was death, death was hell. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t help, and he felt more useless than when he was alive.

So, like he had earlier that day, he fled. He didn’t know where to go, but he couldn’t watch Nik drink himself into the floor when he couldn’t fucking help.

The world bent around him, blurring on the edges as he leaned against a wall, breathing hard. Why was he even breathing? Did he need to? What kind of hell had he found himself in?

By the time he calmed down enough his vision didn’t crinkle black, the house was eerily quiet. When he looked outside, the sky was dark. How much time had he lost to his panic? Nik wasn’t in the kitchen when he checked, and the halls were empty save the angel sentries, and they didn’t bat an eye when he walked past.

“Lev. Over here.”

Nate. That was Nate. Lev whipped around, blinking at Nate. Nate could see him, and Lev clung to that, appearing at Nate’s side in a second. He blinked again, surprised. There’d been no attempt to move on his part.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, taking a step back just to be polite.

“Come with me,” was all Nate said.

Anxiety thrummed through Lev, though once again he noted it was odd to have the feeling but none of the physical reactions to it. He followed after Nate silently, into a room full of art supplies. Nate settled on a stool next to an easel, swiveling enough to look at Lev again.

In a very somber voice, Nate said, “You can move on if you want to. They’ll be okay.”

Lev’s mind whirled. “Move- Move on?” He asked numbly. “What do you mean?”

“You don't have to stay here, watching them, in the in-between. You can move on.”

Lev wrapped his arms around himself, trying to process that. “But they need me,” he said. “They’re- Nik’s a mess. Mar- I want to help. I wasn’t supposed- This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“How can you help?” Nate asked gently.

“I don’t- I don’t know.” Lev ran his hands through his hair, trying not to panic again. “I don’t know. But they don’t know what they’re doing, and I- I was only supposed to be gone a day.”

Nate considered that. “They’re resilient. They can figure it out.” He paused. “If it matters, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry this happened to you. You didn’t deserve it. But you do deserve peace.”

It’s my fault, Lev thought. And he couldn’t even cry about it. “I shouldn’t have gone back to that house,” he said in a small voice. “But I should have been safe in angel territory. I- I didn’t say goodbye to Nik. When I left. He- I should have said goodbye, why didn’t I say goodbye?”

To his surprise, Nate pulled him into a hug. Lev was even more freaked out by that, for a moment at least. He didn’t understand how he could touch one person but not the others, but it was too much of a relief to be able to touch something period. “Nik will be okay,” Nate was promising.

“I don’t believe you,” Lev said thickly. “He’s not okay. I can feel it.”

“He will be okay. He’s not right now, but he will be. Grief takes a lot out of him.”

Lev could barely hear him over the roaring in his ears. None of this was right. None of this was okay.

Lev should never have left home.

---

Lev wasn’t sure how long it was before he was able to focus again, but when he did, sunlight was streaming through the window, and Nate was gone. Lev doubled over, hands on his knees, and tried to soothe the remaining pieces of panic floating through his mind.

By the time he felt okay, he realized he wasn’t alone. In the corner of the room, he caught a glimpse of a tall, slender man. The tan skin and dark wavy hair was secondary to the golden gaze that pinned Lev into place, but in the next moment, the man was gone.

Unnerved, Lev backed out of Nate’s studio, wandering quickly down the halls, damn near walking through a sentry as he went. He found Nate in the kitchen, and to his surprise, Eden was there too, in a high chair. She zeroed in on Lev, much to his surprise, and shrieked, banging her hands on the tray.

Nate turned around, giving Lev a sad smile. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Lev said faintly, scooting over to Eden’s side. “Hey bitty girl,” he added softly, just to be sure.

Eden shrieked again, reaching out with both hands. Lev made a small noise of distress when he realized he couldn’t touch her.

“I’m sorry bitty girl,” he said, wishing he could cry. “I can’t.”

Eden babbled angrily at him, which only made his heart break more.

“Do you want me to pick her up?” Nate offered.

“Please,” Lev said. He backed up to give Nate room, and found his gaze drawn around the room until it settled on the man he’d seen in Nate’s studio. This time he was sitting at the table, golden gaze on them, but he didn’t say a word to Lev.

“Nate,” Lev said hesitantly. “Can you see- can you see everyone who’s died?”

Nate hummed into Eden’s hair. “That’s Darius,” he said. “Cameron’s boyfriend.”

Darius gave a small wave. “I didn’t want to be rude.”

“O-oh.” Lev bit his lip. “Sorry.”

Darius shrugged a little.

Lev switched his attention back to Nate. “Can you though?” He asked. “Like- like my parents? Fax?”

Nate looked a little sad as he shook his head. “I saw Fax for a little bit, but then he moved on too.”

“Oh,” Lev said. He looked away, slowly sinking into a chair.

“If it helps,” Nate offered, “He was happy you found someone.”

Lev tried for a smile. “I’m glad he wasn’t stuck,” he finally said, rubbing his face. “I wish I’d known he was there.”

Darius said quietly, “I wish Cameron knew I was here too.”

“Why haven’t you let him know?” Lev asked, before closing his eyes. “Stupid question. He can't see us.”

“I mean, he did kill me. It might make it a little awkward,” Darius said.

Lev stilled. “He what?”

Darius shrugged. “He thought he was trying to protect me from Destris. I’m not too bitter about it.”

After thinking on that for a few moments, Lev folded in on himself. “Having met Destris... I think I understand a little now.”

“I think Cameron was trying to avoid making the same mistake with you,” Darius replied.

“Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t,” Lev mumbled. He rubbed his face again, and then looked up at Nate. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” He looked down. “And I’m sorry I keep freaking out.”

Nate smiled a bit. “You died, I think you’re okay. You’re safe.”

Lev snorted. “It’s not like anything worse can happen to me.”

“Watching your loved ones is a certain kind of hell,” Darius pointed out.

Lev looked up at him, meeting his golden gaze steadily. “I’d rather know what’s happening than have it haunt me in wherever I go after this.” He swallowed, and then added, “I want to go see them.”

Darius’ mouth ticked up. “I do too.”

“How- how do we go? That’s a very long walk.”

“We don't have to walk,” Darius said.

Lev blinked hard. “Ghosts can drive?”

Darius smiled a little, and Nate snorted as he bounced Eden to keep her happy, so Lev figured he had said something very, very dumb.

“There’s a ghost thing, isn’t there?” Lev mumbled.

“Yeah, there is a ghost thing,” Darius confirmed.

Lev nodded slowly. He looked to Nate. “Can other people see me? You can. Eden can.” Can Nik?

“Infants, animals, and anyone from my family,” Nate said. “Minus Nik.”

“Oh,” Lev said quietly. “So I can’t talk to them.”

Nate smiled at him sadly. “It’s probably for the best.”

“I need to tell him I’m sorry,” Lev said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “He needs to know I didn’t leave him.”

That same sad smile never left Nate’s face. “I know you do.”

Lev’s mouth tightened involuntarily. He looked to Darius. “How do you do it? I want to see him.”

“Think about him. His scent. His touch. How he makes you feel,” Darius explained.

That wasn’t hard. Lev needed to see him, needed it so hard, if he could feel his body his chest would have been aching with it.

And then he was standing in the doorway to Cameron’s bedroom, watching Cameron haul a very drunk Nik to bed. A glance out the window told him it was dark. That didn’t- it didn’t make sense. His attention dragged back to the bed. Cameron had stripped Nik, and Lev could smell the booze from here, which was weird, because he didn’t have a body to smell with, really.

Nik grabbed Cameron’s hand as Cameron moved to pick up the clothes from his clean floor. “Don’t leave me too,” he said, face half in his pillow. “Please.”

Lev’s heart cracked. “I’m right here, Nik,” he whispered.

“Welcome back,” Darius said from behind him, startling Lev. He twisted, staring at Darius.

“What do you mean, welcome back?” he asked.

“You went away for a little bit,” Darius said gently.

“For a little bit?” Lev echoed. “How long is a little bit?”

“A couple of days, give or take.”

“Why do I keep losing chunks of time like that?” Lev asked, distressed.

“A lot of being a ghost is tied to emotions. You’re probably shutting down, when you get overwhelmed,” Darius said.

Lev gave a half hysterical laugh. “I’ve never been calm in my life. How do I make it stop?”

Darius grabbed his face. “Focus on my face. Focus on my eyes. And breathe.”

“We’re ghosts. We don’t need to breathe,” Lev said, his voice going up an octave. But he did grab onto Darius’ elbow, sucking in one useless breath after another until he felt more settled.

“We’re ghosts,” Darius said. “We don’t need to have anxiety either. It’s a mental thing.”

Lev nodded carefully, and pulled away, looking back at Nik, who was draping himself across Cameron. He slid over to the bed, crawling up beside Nik and brushing his hand through Nik’s hair. He damn near slid through Nik, who just pressed his face into Cameron’s chest and muttered, “Tis cold,” before passing out.

Lev pulled back, wrapping his arms around his knees. When he was able to tear his gaze from Nik, he realized Darius was staring at Cameron. He recognized that look of heartbreak as if he was looking in a mirror.

“Is it always like that?” he asked. “Am I making him cold?”

Darius nodded, not taking his eyes off Cameron. “You don’t have body heat. He does.”

Lev looked back down at Nik, before stretching out beside him, careful not to touch him. “I think I’m gonna stay here for a while,” he said quietly.

---

One moment Lev was watching Nik sleep, afte Cameron had gotten up to answer a call, and the next he was standing in Nate’s kitchen. “What-?”

He zeroed in on Nate when Nate spoke. “Baylor wanted to talk to you,” he said apologetically.

Lev frowned at Bay, who was sitting at the kitchen table, a tiny little infant in his arms. “You had the baby,” Lev blurted.

“We did,” Nate said.

“What, have the baby? Yeah, we did,” Bay said. He followed Nate’s gaze to approximately where Lev was, which told Lev he definitely couldn’t see him. Somehow that was a bit of a relief.

“What does Bay want to talk about?” Lev ventured hesitantly.

“He wants to know what you want to talk about,” Nate relayed.

“You are not to tell Nik that you are a ghost,” Bay said firmly. “You will not try to reach out to him. You need to let him grieve, and pick himself back up.”

“There’s a way to do that?” Lev blurted, startled.

“He didn’t know there was a way to contact Nik,” Nate said to Bay, before looking back to Lev. “Theoretically, yes. But it would be very difficult.”

“Do you think Nik is smart enough to not risk his own life to see you?” Bay said, drawing Lev’s attention. He looked exhausted.

Lev bit his lip, chewing on it anxiously. “No,” he finally admitted. “I just... I don’t know what to do, I guess.”

After Nate relayed that, Bay looked even more tired. “I can't tell you what to do. I don’t know if I’d be able to move on either. But you need to let Nik try to find peace.”

Lev looked down. Somehow, it still killed him he couldn’t cry about this. “I’m sorry I died on your front lawn,” he finally said.

This time Nate looked pained as he passed Lev’s message along.

“I’m sure I’ll get over it,” Bay said dryly.

Lev wasn’t sure how to respond to that. In the end he just said, “I didn’t just roll over. Not like with Remi.”

This time Nate was quiet when he passed on Lev’s words. To Lev’s surprise, Bay looked satisfied and vaguely proud. “I knew you were capable of it.”

“I didn’t want him to hurt Cameron. Or Nik, or Eden,” Lev said softly. “I'd rather me than any of them.”

Bay’s knowing look after Nate once again passed on Lev’s words left Lev uncomfortable. “We protect our own,” was all Bay said.

In the end, Lev just said, “Can I go home now?”

“He wants to go home,” Nate said to Bay.

“I want you to tell me you’re not going to tell Nik,” Bay said firmly. “That you’re going to leave Nik alone.”

Lev closed his eyes, swallowing. “I won't,” he promised.

“He won't,” Nate echoed.

“Good. You can go.”

Lev didn’t need any more encouragement to blink out.

---

Lev wasn’t sure how long he got lost, or how he dragged himself out of wherever he went. At least he reappeared at home. He looked around, but other than the sentries, the halls were still and quiet. He padded through them anyway, soaking in the familiar scents. It was habit to wander into Cameron’s bedroom. Lev missed sleep.

Darius was there, curled up a little on the bed, using one of Cameron’s pillows. Lev hesitated in the doorway. Darius’ eyes were closed, but he spoke anyway. “Sometimes I like laying here. Pretending he’s still my alpha.”

“Can I join you?” Lev asked, softly.

Darius nodded. “Nik’s side is all yours.”

Lev circled the bed, crawling up carefully, as if he could wrinkle the covers. “Technically the middle of the bed is- was Nik’s. After I joined them, anyway.” He still flopped down just close enough he could bury his face in Nik’s pillow, breathing deep. The faintest scent of alcohol was twined with it, but Lev was willing to ignore that for now.

Darius rolled over, golden gaze a little lost and a little sad. “Cameron wasn’t always like this,” he said.

Lev tucked his arm beneath his head, watching Darius. “What do you mean?” He asked, unsure how else to get Darius to keep talking.

Faintly, Darius said, “He was alive. Even when his life was hell, he was alive. Now he’s just a body with a heartbeat.”

“It’s hard to imagine Cameron any different than he is now,” Lev admitted. “What... What changed?”

“Killing your mate would do that to you, I imagine.”

“Oh.” Lev hesitated, and then reached out and touched Darius’ hand lightly. “Did you know... before he killed you?”

“Yeah,” Darius said, barely audible. “That’s why I let him.”

“I don’t know what it’s like to have a mate,” Lev eventually said. “Not like that, not a... a true mate. I can’t imagine what that was like for you.”

The silence that stretched between them was heavy, but Lev didn’t break it for a good long while.

“My Cameron was a thoughtful boy. He hadn’t even reached maturity yet before his family robbed him of everything.”

“He sounds... nice. I wish I could have met him then.” Lev rolled onto his back. “But I’m glad I met him at all. Him and Nik. I hadn’t been happy in a really long time.”

“He hadn’t either,” Darius replied quietly.

“I shouldn’t have left. I think I was a better person with them.”

He could feel Darius’ stare on him, and somehow the weight of it was comforting. “I think you made him a better person too.”

Lev snorted softly. “He didn’t listen to me very often.”

“He listened more than you think.”

Lev hummed softly, closing his eyes.

“Cameron is always listening, even when he’s not.”

Lev gave a soft, sad little laugh. “That sounds like him.” He rolled back over, sighing softly. “So. You’ve been here the whole time?” He paused. “Or is that rude to ask? You don’t have to answer.”

Darius rolled his eyes, and rolled on his back. “I’ve been here for the past five hundred and four years. Cameron was seventeen.”

Lev considered that. “He was younger than Nik is now,” he finally said. “And Nik’s still... very young.”

“Yes he was. And in some ways he still is. Sometimes I think he’s frozen in time.”

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The Best Medicine - SPN Prompt Challenge

I’m trying to participate in more challenges this year, so I’m doing the Supernatural Prompt Challenge for April/May! The overall theme was Health & Wellbeing. I chose Sastiel as my ship because it’s a pairing I love dearly but rarely think to write. I feel like they have the potential to have one of the healthiest relationships on the show (depending on the season of course).

Beta-ed by wearetheluckyones

Title: The Best Medicine [AO3] Summary: Castiel confuses Sam’s symptoms of depression with symptoms of the flu and tries to help. Set mid season 9. Rating: T Word Count: 1247 Tags: fluff, comfort, established Sastiel, depressed Sam, Castiel takes care of Sam, domestic fluff, misunderstandings Ship: Sastiel Written for @supernaturalpromptchallenge​ for the Prompt: Health & Wellbeing, Fever

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The Best Medicine

Sam awoke to an empty bedroom. Despite getting a solid six hours of sleep he felt leaden and drained. He started his routine through pure muscle memory and was somewhat surprised to find himself showered and dressed twenty minutes later, staring into a foggy mirror.

The Men of Letters bunker was silent as Sam made coffee for one. It had been a week since Gadreel was evicted and Dean was left to shoulder the burden of his mistakes alone. Sam should’ve been angry. He should’ve made Dean stay. He should’ve forced him to see how absurd his leaving was and how little it would solve. But he didn’t.

Sam drank his coffee at the table alone. For a moment he basked in the solitude of himself, his own thoughts, his body purely and wholly his. But amidst that comfort was a loneliness that had nothing to do with Gadreel’s presence or lack thereof.

Sam heard the bunker door open above him. He recognized the footsteps and looked up in surprise.

“Good morning, Sam,” Castiel appeared at the railing. He was carrying several plastic bags.

“Cas, hey,” Sam gave a weak smile, trying to mask his relief.

Castiel descended the stairs and brought the bags to the kitchen. Sam got up to follow him. He watched curiously as Castiel began unpacking what looked like groceries.

“I thought you left,” Sam said.

Castiel glanced at him. For a moment he looked oblivious, but Sam’s determinedly casual tone seemed to have struck something in him, “You were asleep so I figured I would get some supplies. I should have left a note. I am sorry.”

Sam swallowed. “It’s no problem. Thanks for going out,” he said genuinely. He moved to the counter and began examining Castiel’s purchases. It was an odd assortment of things. The most normal item was a gigantic container or orange juice.

“That’s a lot of OJ,” Sam smiled in amusement.

“When I was human,” Castiel explained as he began putting things away, “I enjoyed drinking ‘oj’. I thought you might, too.”

Sam looked at him fondly. “Thanks, Cas.” He pulled another item from the bag.

“Oh, that… I had never heard of a ‘tofurky’, I’m not sure what kind of animal that is, but the women at the store assured me you would like it.”

Sam chuckled. He couldn’t help but imagine Castiel wandering aimlessly down the isles until a worker asked to help and surely regretted her decision when Castiel started asking questions like ‘what’s a tofurkey?’.

Sam grinned. “Dean’ll like that,” he joked. His grin faded quickly, however. He cleared his throat and continued unpacking while Castiel put everything away.

Castiel didn’t say anything. He didn’t bring up Dean anymore. He seemed to have admitted temporary defeat in trying to reunite the Winchesters and was now focused on the next more pressing issue.

The last few items gave Sam legitimate pause. He pulled from the bottom of the bag a bottle of children’s cough syrup and a few bottles of vitamins and assorted drugs. Sam sat down on a stool at the counter to examine it, then looked up at Castiel in confusion.

“Uh, what’s all this?”

Castiel sighed. “I’m sorry, but that was the most… appetizing flavor they had. Or at least the least disgusting.” He referred to the bottle of strawberry syrup Sam was holding. “I only got a mild strain of influenza when I was human, but that seemed to work.”

Sam stared at it in confusion. “Cas, I’m not sick.”

Castiel looked at him. “Sure you are,” he said matter-of-fact, then resumed putting things away. “I can sense it, Sam. Your molecules are all out of sorts.”

“My… what?”

“Your hippocampus is overflowing with cortisol, your amygdala is enlarged, you have some mild brain inflammation and hypoxia...” Castiel finished unpacking and moved over to Sam, who was staring at him in bewilderment from the kitchen stool. “...you’re obviously fatigued, and you have a f…” he placed his hand on Sam’s head as if to prove his crowning point, then paused, “oh.”

Sam stared at him.

Castiel withdrew his hand awkwardly. “Well, fevers do not always accompany influenza. It’s… good that you don’t have one.” He recovered.

Sam had gone quiet. “Cas, um…” he said patiently, although a trace of guilt weakened his voice.

Castiel watched him pick his words, standing motionless between Sam’s knees.

“Those aren’t symptoms of the flu,” Sam took a deep breath. “They’re symptoms of…depression. And grief.” Sam looked at Castiel, trying to keep his expression light.

Castiel’s certainty faltered at once. “Oh. Oh… I…” He looked at the cough syrup and bottles of pills. “I should not have assumed.”

“It’s okay, Cas. Really,” Sam cleared his throat, regaining some confidence. He set the syrup bottle back down and gave Castiel a small smile.

Castiel didn’t smile back. “Well, what do you take for depression, then? I did not see anything like that at the store.”

“Nothing. I mean, I don’t take anything. You can, but… I don’t think there’s treatment for the kind of stuff you and I have been through.”

The more Sam looked relieved, the more Castiel looked worried. 

“How do you treat it then?”

“Me? Well, repression, mostly,” he smiled weakly. When Castiel just looked more worried, Sam added, “Time usually helps. A lot of it. And that's… that’s about it.”

Castiel looked crestfallen. “So there is nothing I can do to help?”

Sam studied him for a moment. His patient smile faded and he reached out and touched his arm. “You are helping, Cas. You’re helping a lot, actually.”

Castiel took Sam’s hand reflexively, still peering at him owlishly.

“You, being here, it’s better than any medicine,” Sam gave him a warm yet pained look and squeezed his hand.

Castiel didn’t move. He stood perfectly still between Sam’s knees, holding his hand and looking weary but determined. “Then I will not move from this spot until you are better.” He announced.

Sam blinked, then broke into a nature smile. “Cas, that’s not…”

His smile relieved Castiel’s stiffness. He suddenly realized Sam wasn’t being literal and abandoned his stony sentry, although he continued to look at Sam like a silent guardian. It was the most angelic Sam had ever seen him. Sam’s smile warmed and he leaned forward subtly. Castiel caught the gesture, as if he’d been waiting for it, then completed the motion, kissing Sam on the mouth.

It was a slow, silent kiss. It wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was a desire to be close. As the kiss faded and their lips fell away Sam turned his head and rested against Castiel, maintaining that closeness. He felt Castiel relax, like he always did as the human in him took over. He put an arm around Sam and held him close. His other arm hung by his side, still holding Sam’s hand.

“Hm,” Castiel hummed in interest.

“What is it?” Sam looked up at him.

“You were right. Your cortisol levels have dropped.”

Sam grinned and murmured, “Thanks Dr. Sexy.”

Castiel blinked as if to retort, but then smiled instead. It made him look startlingly human. “You’re welcome.”

Sam closed his eyes and kissed Castiel. He basked in Castiel’s presence, their shared thoughts, the space between them perfectly aligned and whole. Amidst that comfort was still the loneliness left in place of Dean, but Sam thought that with Castiel presence he could maybe handle it a little longer.

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[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 33

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 33 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 33/? SUMMARY: A little girl escapes the Time War when the Timelord’s return in “End of Time Part 2″. The newly regenerated Doctor must now raise the little girl while trying to find out why cracks in time keep following them around.

[A/N - We’re getting down to the wire, guys!]

“So what's this got to do with the TARDIS?” Amy asked.

River had left to go back to the Roman camp, leaving Elise, Amy, and the Doctor on their own.

“Nothing, as far as I know,” the Doctor said.

“But Vincent's painting. The TARDIS was exploding. Is that going to happen?”

“One problem at a time. There's forcefield technology inside this box. If I can enhance the signal, I could extend it all over Stonehenge. Could buy us half an hour.”

“What good is half an hour?”

“There are fruit flies live on Hoppledom Six that live for twenty minutes and they don't even mate for life. There was going to be a point to that. I'll get back to you.”

“So, are you proposing to someone?”

“I'm sorry?”

“I found this in your pocket.”

Elise and the Doctor looked at her. She was holding her engagement ring.

“No. No, no, that's er, a memory. A friend of mine. Someone I lost.” The Doctor tried taking it from her, but she pulled away from him. “Do you mind?”

“It's weird. I feel, I don't know, something,” Amy said.

The Doctor and Elise realized that on some level, she remembered Rory.

“People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can't quite account for. Faces in photographs, luggage, half eaten meals, rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.”

“So, was she nice, your friend?” Amy asked, handing the ring back to the Doctor.

“Remember that night you flew away with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you asked me why I was taking you and I told you there wasn't a reason. I was lying.”

“What, so you did have a reason?”

“Your house.”

“My house.”

“It was too big. Too many empty rooms. Does it ever bother you, Amy, that your life doesn't make any sense?”

An energy bolt was fired at them and they ran to hide behind the Pandorica.

“What was that?” Amy asked.

“Okay, I need a proper look. Got to draw its fire, give it a target,” the Doctor said.

“How?”

“You know how sometimes I have really brilliant ideas?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.” The Doctor ran out into the open. “Look at me, I'm a target!”

Elise rolled her eyes. How the hell had he lived for this long?

He ducked behind one of the pillars.

“What is that?” Amy asked.

“Cyberarm. Arm of Cyberman,” the Doctor told her.

“And what's a Cyberman?”

“Oh, sort of part man, part robot. The organic part must have died out years ago. Now the robot part is looking for, well, fresh meat.”

“What, us?”

“It's just like being an organ donor, except you're alive and sort of screaming. I need to get round behind it. Could you draw its fire?”

“What, like you did?”

“You'll be fine if you're quick. It's only got one arm, literally.”

Amy reluctantly ran out into the open and the Doctor pounced on the arm. He managed to sonic it.

“Doctor?” Amy asked.

“Scrambled its circuits, but stay where you are, it could be bluffing.”

“Bluffing? It's an arm.”

“I said stay where you are!”

Amy looked down and saw a cable winding around her ankle. “Doctor?” she asked. The cable pulled her to floor.

“Amy!” the Doctor yelled.

The Cyberman arm shocked the Doctor, effectively knocking him out.

“Doctor!” Amy yelled as Elise ran over to the Doctor.

She put her head on his chest, hearing both his hearts beating. Elise heard Amy scream.

She was being attacked by a Cyberman head.

Elise ran over to her and pulled out her sonic screwdriver. She pointed it at the Cyberman head, but it wasn’t doing anything.

Amy managed to bash it against a pillar until it let her go. She threw it to the floor and it crawled away. “Doctor?” Amy asked. A dart hit Amy in the neck.

“You will be assimilated.”

“Yeah? You and whose body?” Amy quipped.

A headless, armless Cyberman entered the chamber. It placed its head back on as Amy and Elise backed up through the big door.

The door slammed shut.

“Doctor!” Amy yelled.

A roman sword pierced the door. It swung open to reveal the Cyberman stuck to the door.

“Who, who are you?” Amy asked the Roman.

He took off his helmet. “Hello, Amy.”

It was Rory!

Amy passed out and Rory caught her, gently laying her on a stone.

Elise hugged Rory’s legs.

“Hey Elise,” he said, patting her head.

“Sir, the man's coming round,” a soldier said.

“Amy? Where's Amy? Elise?” the Doctor said, running towards them.

“She's fine, Doctor. Just unconscious. Elise is fine too,” Rory told him.

The Doctor quickly soniced her. “Okay. Yes, she's sedated, that's all. Half an hour, she'll be fine. Okay, Romans. Good. I was just wishing for Romans. Good old River. How many?”

“Fifty men up top, volunteers. What about that thing?” Rory pointed to the Cyberman stuck to the door.

“Fifty? You're not exactly a legion.”

“Your friend was very persuasive, but it's a tough sell.”

“Yes, I know that, Rory. I'm not exactly one to miss the obvious. But we need everything we can get.” The Doctor picked up two guns. “Okay, Cyberweapons. This is basically a sentry box, so headless wonder here was a sentry. Probably got himself duffed up by the locals. Never underestimate a Celt.”

“Doctor?”

“Hush, Rory. Thinking. Why leave a Cyberman on guard, unless it's a Cyberthing in the box. But why would they lock up one of their own? Okay, no, not a Cyberthing, but what? What? No, I'm missing something obvious, Rory. Something big. Something right slap in front of me. I can feel it.”

Elise thought it was funny how the Doctor was standing right in front of Rory (and addressing him by name) and still not realizing that he was talking to Rory.

“Yeah, I think you probably are,” Rory told him.

“I'll get it in a minute.”

The Doctor walked into the next room and dropped the guns. He re-entered the chamber and poked Rory. “Hello again,” he said.

“Hello.” “How've you been?”

“Good. Yeah. Good. I mean, Roman.”

The awkwardness was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Rory, I'm not trying to be rude, but you died.”

“Yeah, I know. I was there.”

“You died and then you were erased from time. You didn't just die, you were never born at all. You never existed.”

“Erased? What does that mean?”

“How can you be here?”

“I don't know. It's kind of fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?”

“Well, I died and turned into a Roman. It's very distracting.”

Rory walked over to Amy and stroked her hair. “Did she miss me?”

Before the Doctor could answer his question, the ground shook.

They ran back into the chamber to find the designs on the Pandorica were glowing green and moving.

“What is it? What's happening?” Rory asked.

“The final phase. It's opening.” The Doctor grabbed his communicator and called River. “Yes. Now hurry up and get the TARDIS here I need equipment!” He hung up and approached the Pandorica. “What are you? They're all here, all of them, all for you. What could you possibly be?”

The Doctor grabbed the communicator and soniced it, effectively making it a megaphone. “Sorry, sorry, dropped it. Hello, Stonehenge! Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe,” he said as they ascended the stairs, “But bad news, everyone…” The Doctor jumped up on the Altar stone. “Because guess who? Ha! Listen, you lot, you're all whizzing about. It's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I am talking!”

The spaceships stopped moving.

“The question of the hour is, who's got the Pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question. Who's coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me. No plan, no back up, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else. I don't have anything to lose! So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship, with all your silly little guns, and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first.”

Elise clapped as the spaceships retreated. She hoped that one day she could give speeches like that. She wanted to be exactly like the Doctor when she grew up.

The Doctor jumped down from the Altar stone and high-fived Elise. “That'll keep them squabbling for half an hour,” the Doctor told them, “Romans.” The Doctor, Elise, and Rory went back down to the Pandorica chamber.

“They're still out there. What do we do now?” Rory asked.

“If I can stop whatever's in this box getting out, then they'll go home.”

“Right.”

“Rory, I'm sorry. You're going to have to be very brave now.”

Amy walked straight past Rory to get to the Doctor. “Oh, my head.”

“Ah,” the Doctor said, opening his mouth.

Amy did the same.

“Just your basic knock-out drops. Get some fresh air, you'll be fine,” he told her.

“Is it safe up there?”

“Not remotely, but it's fresh.”

“Fine.” Amy turned around and bumped into Rory. “Oh, you're the guy, yeah? The one who did the swordy thing.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Well, thanks for the swording. Nice swording.”

Amy headed up the stairs.

“No problem. My men are up there. They'll look after you,” Rory told her.

“Good. Love a Roman.”

Rory turned back to the Doctor. “She doesn't remember me. How can she not remember me?”

“Because you never existed. There are cracks. Cracks in time. There's going to be a huge explosion in the future, on one particular day. And every other moment in history is cracking around it.”

“So how does that work? What kind of explosion? What exploded?”

“Doesn't matter. The cracks are everywhere now. Get too close to them and you can fall right out of the universe.”

“So I fell through a crack and now I was never born?”

“Basically.”

“Well, how did I end up here?”

“I don't know, you shouldn't have.” The Doctor stopped working on the Pandorica and approached Rory. “What happened? From your point of view, what physically happened?”

“I was in the cave, with you, Elise, and Amy. I was dying, and then I was just here, a Roman soldier. A proper Roman. Head full of Roman stuff. A whole other life, just here like I'd woken up from a dream. I started to think it was a dream, you, Amy, Elise, and Leadworth. And then today, in the camp, the men were talking about the visitors. The girl with the red hair. I thought you'd come back for me. But she can't even remember me.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What?”

The Doctor tossed the ring box to Rory. “Go get her.”

“But I don't understand. Why am I here?”

“Because you are. The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles, and that's the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me. Now get upstairs. She's Amy and she's surrounded by Romans. I'm not sure history can take it.” The Doctor clapped Rory on the back and he left.

Elise looked up at the Doctor with a smile.

“Oh shut up”, he told her.

#eleventh doctor fanfiction #eleventh doctor imagine #eleventh doctor #Doctor Who fanfiction #doctor who #doctor who imagine #amy pond #amy pond imagine #Rory Williams #rory williams imagine #the littlest timelord #the littlest timelord: cracks in time #the pandorica opens

[phaticserpent]

Playing with Fire

(Demigod! Reader x Ultron)

CHAPTER FOUR

You stared at the scene before you, a run down ship with faded letters; Churchill. The sky was foggy but matching the color of the ground. Ultron had went ahead to cut the power line and you called him a ‘drama king.’ So now you were standing with the Maximoff twins. A bit unsure of what to do and you could see Pietro’s face was stumped as well, he could carry his sister but that would leave you outside. He resorted to carrying his sister then coming back out to carry you into the ship.

“You’re really light, are you sure you eat?” He asked. You scoffed and dismissed it. We waited until the power went out and heard the shouts of people to advance towards Ulysses’ office. You could make out the faint ‘click’ of a gun which urged Pietro to dash in there and disarm Ulysses. You followed in after Wanda, a bit tense from trying not to let your inner fangirl over stupid things appear.

“Oh yeah, The Enhanced. Strucker’s prizes pupils.” Ulysses chuckled. “And who are you?” He asked, directing his attention to you. You gave him no answer.

“You want a candy?” No one responded. “I was sorry to hear about Strucker. But then he knew what kind of world he was helping to create. Human life.” Still silence, you assumed Ulysses was getting a bit uneasy at the unending quiet.

“Is this your first time intimidating someone? I’m afraid.....I’m not that afraid.”

“Everybody’s afraid of something.” Wanda scoffed.

“Cuttlefish.” What? Cuttlefishes are cute. “Deep sea fish, they make lights. Disco lights.....whomp whomp whomp to hypnotize their prey and then, whoop! I saw a documentary, it was terrifying.” Pietro swooped in to grab a piece of candy and you felt the need to get one, but since no one else moved, you stayed where you were. Candyyyyy, your brain moaned.

“So, if you’re going to fiddle with my brain and make me see a giant cuttlefish. Then I know you don’t do business and I know you’re not in charge, and I only deal with the man in charge.” Ultron crashed through, kicking Ulysses out of the office. “Ah, ow fuck!”

“There is no man in charge.” Ultron leaned down. “Let’s talk business. I know about your supply of Vibranium.”

“Who are you? What’s Vibranium?”

“Don’t act dumb with me.” Ultron growled. “I’ll take all of it, for a reasonable price.” Ulysses stared at him, then his eyes shifted over to you and the twins.

“Alright, alright.” Ulysses and another led all of you down. It was a silent trip. Ulysses has his assistant pull a door and press a button, which revealed a cleaner and more brighter compartment. You peered around Ultron, as you had stayed behind him. Ulysses grabbed one of the cylindrical containers

“Upon this rock, I will build my church.” Ultron stated as Ulysses handed the container to him. “Vibranium.” You stared in awe at the metal before Ultron tossed it to Pietro.

“You know, it came with a great personal cost. It’s worth billions.” Ulysses claimed. Ultron chuckled and tilted his head back again.

“Now so are you. It’s all under your dummy holding? Finance is so weird. But I always say, keep your friends rich and your enemies rich and wait to find out which is which.”

“Stark.”

“What?”

“Tony Stark used to say that, to me. You’re one of his.”

“What? I’m not!” Ultron snarled as he grabbed Ulysses. Wanda held down Ulysses’ assistant who pulled out a gun, while you and Pietro stood to the side. You could set your hands on fire, but would that help? Probably not. “I’m not! You think I’m one of Stark’s puppet and hallowed men. I mean look at me! Do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!” Ultron fumed in anger as he brought down his weapon that took off Ulysses’ arm. You were conflicted. Confused. Should you be concerned? Who is this Stark or Iron Man anyways?

“Oh, I am sorry.....ooh, I’m sure that’s gonna be okay. I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t understand, don’t compare me, with Stark.” You let out a small gasp as Ultron kicked Ulysses down the stairs. Ultron’s eyes landed on you as his furrowed brows relaxed. “It’s a thing with me, Stark is a sickness!”

“Aw Junior, you’re going to break your old man’s heart.” A new voice interrupted. There, standing across from Ultron, was a group. A red and gold suit, which the voice emanated from, a tall and muscled man with blonde hair carrying a big hammer, which you assumed was Thor, and another man in a blue suit.

“If I have to.”

“Nobody has to break anything.” Thor piped in.

“Clearly you never made an Omelette.”

“He beat me by one second.” The Red Suit stated. Thor glanced at him in confusion.

“Who’s she?” The Blue Suit asked, pointing directly at you. Ultron turned to see who he was asking about. “I thought you were after the twins.....there wasn’t any other Enhanced.”

“Oh she’s not an Enhanced. Probably someone more powerful.” Ultron informed. Thor studied you, his head tilting.

“Wait, I recognize your aura. Your presence and power. You’re a demigod.” Thor finally realized. You put up your hands and shook them in a mocking ‘ta-da’ sort of manner.

“Ah this is funny, Mr. Stark. If what’s comfortable. Like old times.” Pietro stepped up.

“This was never my life.”

“You all can still walk away from this.” Blue Suit offered.

“Aw we will.” Wanda mocked.

“I know you suffered.”

“Ugh, Captain America.” The Blue Suit stared at Ultron with fear. “God’s righteous man. Pretending you can live without a war. I can’t physically throw up in my mouth.”

“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it.” Thor pleaded.

“I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.”

“Yuh-huh. What’s the Vibranium for?”

“I’m glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan.” Ultron scoffed as he lazily rolled his hands before dragging the Red Suit down. The minute Ultron fired, the Red Suit charged and so did the others. You have fought......somewhat. It was a necessity in Camp Half Blood. But these were older people. You didn’t know whether you could match their strength to yours. Ultron and Red Suits disappeared as Ultron’s sentries also attacked.

“So let me ask you this, why is a demigod working for Ultron?” Thor asked as he threw his hammer at you, in which you lazily dodged. It was a lazy throw. “I thought demigods knew what to fight for.”

“Look, I honeslty didn’t think it was going to escalate to this.”

“Oh so are you joining us now?”

“Not a chance.”

“Who’s your godly parent? I hope you’re not one of mine....” Thor sighed and you laughed.

“Hephaestus.”

“Ah, so no powers?”

“Wow, that’s a bit judgmental for assuming I have no power because my father doesn’t. Harsh.” You shook your head with disappointment before sending a roll of fire towards him. Thor let out a groan before dodging.

“I must say, that is quiet impressive.” Thor chuckled.

“Say that five seconds ago.”

“Haha, you are funny. If you weren’t working for the enemy, I would’ve brought you out for beer. You do drink?”

“Nope, sorry!” You exclaimed as you formed circular shapes of fire rolling towards him like a rogue snowball. Thor jumped out of the way and you could see him sweating from the intense heat. “C’mon Thor! Where’s your thunder?” There were the sound of guns firing, which caused you to duck. Thor smirked as he swung his hammer.

“I would love to give you a light show, but this place seems cramped. You know, we should head outside and I’ll show you.”

“Eh, I’ll decline.” You shrugged and watched as Thor took off. You joined Wanda and she nodded at you. You were still in a confused state.

“It’s time for some mind games.” Ultron said to Wanda. “[Y/N], give them some fireworks.”

“Oh, gladly.” You smirked as your rubbed your hands together. It would be hard to take down the Avengers without a proper form of distraction, that’s where you came in. Using all your strength, you let out a wave of inferno horses, chasing after them. You saw Blue Suit taken down, along with the woman who was called Black Widow. You also assumed Thor was taken down, as he stood around in complete daze. You stood idly by as sentries started unloading the Vibranium.

“This is going very well.” Ultron sounded surprised.

“You are smart.” You reminded. “An A.I.”

“Let’s go.” Another sentry picked you up, you were a bit shocked.

“What about Wanda and Pietro?”

“I have multiple sentries.” Ultron reminded. The sentry returned to normal before its lights turned blue. “Stark destroyed my body. I’m sending you the blueprints to make another one......I think we have enough sentries, thanks to your handy work. I’ll need backup bodies.”

“Okay.” You nodded. You were dropped off at the Hydra base and immediately started working on Ultron’s body. It was complicated. But you managed and maybe made some improvements to the metal. Sure it was Vibranium, but you wondered what would happen if you melted the Vibranium and mixed it with Celestial bronze. Celestial bronze can’t rust. Would it help? They won’t be pouring water over him.......I added some to the sentries cause he wanted them to be waterproof. I mean, celestial bronze isn’t waterproof, but it certainly protects the metal from corroding. Should I? Dad, some help? Please.

‘If your heart tells you to, then do it. Don’t use your brain too much.’ He advised and you went along with it. You added chunks of celestial bronze and Vibranium. You had been welding for a couple of minutes, it was almost completed, when you heard a loud clattering. You had stopped, the fire in your hand dying down.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” You called. One of the sentries that you created turned on. “Oh, good afternoon.”

“[Y/N] [L/N], daughter of Hephaestus, carrier of the Inferno, you are a long way from home.” The sentry spoke. It wasn’t Ultron.

“Who are you?”

“We are the eidolons, and we’ve come for your life!”

“Oh, that’s great!” Two more sentries woke up, their heads turning towards you. “Can I get some peace and quiet for just ONE DAY!?”

“You will never escape your fate. Or your heritage. You are a demigod! It is your nature to hide! To fight. To die......”

“Leave. Me. Alone. I built those machines, I know how to turn it off. I know every weakness.”

“Bah! Stalling won’t get you anywhere!” You bolted and the eidolons chased after you. Granted, they were slow, until they started powering up the thrusters. They cackled maniacally as they almost reached you before there was a loud blast. You stopped to see Ultron rush to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Your body, I didn’t finish it.” You gasped.

“Are you okay?”

“Um yeah, I’m fine.”

“What were those things?”

“Eidolons. They possess anything. I mean anything.”

“Goddamn.”

“Sorry, that’s three sentries down.”

“No no, at least you’re fine. Also, what other metal did you add to my body?”

“Oh, I.....I also added in celestial bronze. It’s a heavenly metal that doesn’t rust and in case if any monsters attacked you, it can easily suffocate them. It drains the monster’s powers.”

“Don’t you need that metal for your weapons?”

“Eh, we have enough.”

“Go get some rest, you’ve done a lot.”

“Ultron—“

“Rest. Or do I have to carry you to your room and tuck you in?”

“I mean, you don’t have to, but you could.” You grinned as Ultron rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’ll walk there myself......one problem, I forgot the room.” Ultron chuckled as he swept you off your feet, carrying you to your room.

A/N: Damn, this chapter is really long :O hope you enjoyed it!! I need some requests for chapter five? So if you want to drop some ideas in the inbox, that would be much appreciated! Thank you!

#ultron #ultron is hot #ultron/reader #ultron fic #ultron x reader #avengers age of ultron #age of ultron #playing with fire #phaticserpentfanfics #phaticserpent #chapter four #long reads #fanfiction

[smallcrystals]

What do u think Flash and Timber zodiac signs are?

hiii, sorry for the late reply, I had some stuff going on, but OH MY GODDD FINALLY SOMEONE ASKS ME ABOUT ZODIAC SIGNS!!

I’ve always loved looking at and getting disctracted by them so I have definitely thought about Flash and Timber’s zodiac signs. do I believe in them? ehhhh. but they’re really cool to think about haha. obviously, these are what I personally think, so if you have different ideas, that’s totally okay. a lot of these traits fit with my headcanons, so yeah!

this is gonna be so long tho, I’m sorryy 😭

I had a vague idea of what signs I think fit Flash and Timber before but I did have to research a little bit to be more accurate. I used Cafe Astrology to help me with the basics of this, though it isn’t the best resource for deep depth Astrology lol.

so.

Timber Spruce – Gemini

oof, okay, this cutie needed some research for his sign unlike Flash. I first thought of Aquarius, but after reading about the sign, they do tend to be quite aloof or standoffish. and Timber is far from that, as we can tell from canon.

but once I got onto Gemini, oh man. this sign fits him so well. Geminis can adapt to new situations well, gaining them plenty of new friends and social contructs. they’re also clever and witty and enjoy intellectual conversations. bruh, doesn’t this sound like Timber?? it does to me!!

there are obviously some things about each sign that doesn’t really fit us, and it’s the same with Timber. but this sign is probably the closest I can get to how he is in my opinon.

I definitely do think that Flash is older than Timber by a good few months, that’s kind of my headcanon haha.

and if you’re curious, in my fics, Timber’s birthday is May 28th.

Flash Sentry – Leo or Virgo

when I was looking through those which zodiac sign would do this or what would Leo/Virgo do in this situation, my idea of Flash fit into both of them. I’m not gonna lie to you, I found it really hard finding a sign that fit him other than these two. I feel like he’s one of those people that you can’t really fit into one sign. either that or I write my baby wayyy to complex lol.

I don’t have a set sign for him, but if anyone were to ask, I’d say Flash is either a Leo or Virgo. it does help that they’re right next to each other in the calendar so I can just switch his birthday depending on which fic/universe. (if Leo, his birthday is August 15th, if Virgo, his birthday is September 10th.)

Flash might feel distant if he was a Leo, since the main thing about Leos is that they’re really confident, while Flash is anything but that. regardless, he does have a lot of Leo traits in my opinion! he’s really hardworking and authoritative when necessary but can also be lazy when it comes to stuff he has no interest in doing or sleeping in a lot. and Leos do tend to blame themselves whenever something goes wrong, even if it isn’t their fault.

(though, when it comes to the confidence thing, I can totally see Flash using some sort of drunk confidence to seduce a guy (or Timber if you will hehe) at a bar. I will keep pushing this Flirty Drunk Flash agenda, mark my words.)

Virgo is the sign I think Flash would assiosiate with more. the main thing about a Virgo is that they’re booksmart, however that feels OOC for Flash. it doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent – which I think is a better way to describe a Virgo – I think he’s actually very emotionally intelligent for someone his age. my headcanon is that his parents (mainly his Dad) raised him like that, teaching him well.

I found this somewhere else but it’s actually really important so I thought I’d share it. Virgos tend to also be one of the most chivalrous signs. they’re are always on the lookout for ways to help others, to the point they'll practically stumble over themselves to open a door, pull out a chair, or hold your umbrella. that screams Flash fucking Sentry.

so to answer your question, I think Flash is either a Leo or a Virgo and Timber is a Gemini! I hope this answered your question!! 

(side note, I am a firm believer that FlashSpruce meet each other in every single one of their past lives and are basically soulmates – platonic or romantic – and this is Not up for discussion.)

#flash sentry #timber spruce #zodiac signs #gemini #leo #virgo #again FlashSpruce soulmates don't dare tell me otherwise #this took me longer than i should have #flashspruce

[skelezbian]

I saw your thing on AO3 about requests and I was wondering if for any skeleton, any AU, if you could do a 'I came to a dance class because of my brother and now we have to awkwardly slow dance/tango/waltz together'. Thank you for your wonderful writing!

UGH this one is so good it’s haunted me since i saw it in my inbox. (i chose underswap papyrus btw)

ao3 link

Papyrus, if pressed, would’ve said that his second least favorite thing to do was move. His ideal day had him lazing about, sketching out some complex Rube Goldberg machine to move even less but with more complex hijinks involved. He certainly hadn’t been so low when he was younger, but growing up seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and the fact that his friend group extended to one person and his brother certainly hadn’t helped. He’d had big dreams- becoming a part of the Royal Guard and all of the romance that entailed. The suit of armor, the fancy outings, the prestige of it all, the hope for a future on the Surface… It had painted a very shiny and ideal future to a kid whose earliest memory was of his older brother panicking about finding them somewhere to live.

That future had dulled as he got older. Some dreams, he had supposed, were best left as dreams. He was slow and achy at only twenty years and those weren’t the kind of goals an achy skeleton got to have.

Unfortunately, Sans disagreed. He’d been the president of the Papyrus Fan Club the day that he’d become an older brother, and his optimism and hope for him never ceased to amaze Papyrus. He’d long since given up trying to get him to physically prepare for being a knight in the Royal Guard (giving Papyrus all of his sentry shifts so he wouldn’t have to move as much), but Papyrus had been naive to believe that his brother had forgotten about his childhood ramblings.

On the Surface, now, everything seemed limitless and possible, and Sans has fucking signed him up for a ballroom dancing class.

“i’m not going. you can’t make me.” Papyrus says, petulantly, childishly, sitting at their living room table. His fingers find a carved indention where he had tried to write his name in the wood when he was younger- ‘papiris’. “you remember what happened when you signed me up for a yoga class. what do you think is going to happen?”

“OH, DON’T GIVE ME THAT.” Sans turns around only briefly from where he’s scrambling eggs to roll his eyelights at him. “YOU DIDN’T DO THE WARM-UPS, IT’S NOT THE ENTIRE PRACTICE OF YOGA’S FAULT. BESIDES, BALLROOM DANCING IS THE LOWEST EFFORT DANCE LESSON I COULD FIND.” The spatula gently scrapes the bottom of the pan. “BESIDES. YOU USED TO LOVE THOSE CHEESY HUMAN ROMANCE SOAPS.”

“well, i’m about a decade and a half older than i was when i first watched ‘beauty and the beast’, so i don’t think that counts, sans.” He grumbles, slumping onto the table. Yoga had been a horrific incident- the humans were nice, the atmosphere was fine, but they’d done a simple move and his thigh bone had popped out of his pelvic cradle and the woman next to him had screamed and fainted. And then the instructor had called a human ambulance despite Papyrus’ protests, all while he tried to calm down enough to get his magic to reattach his leg. It was single handedly the most embarrassing moment of his life, even over the time Undyne invited her girlfriend over and had completely forgotten that he hadn’t left her house yet.

If he knows Sans, though, there’s no way around this because, “I ALREADY PAID FOR IT.” Then, to soften the blow, “IT’S ONLY ONE LESSON. WHAT’S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?”

“my leg could fall off again?”

“WELL, KEEP AN EYE ON THEM SO THEY DON’T RUN AWAY, THEN!” He starts building his plate- a slice of toast, several strips of turkey bacon, and his eggs (lightly salted). “I EVEN SPOKE WITH THE INSTRUCTOR ABOUT THIS- SHE SAID SHE’D PAIR YOU WITH SOMEONE EXPERIENCED SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THEM STEPPING ON YOUR TOES. JUST…” Sans hands him his plate, a small smile on his face, “JUST TRY TO HAVE FUN!”

Papyrus stuffs his face with eggs and tries to ignore how hard his brother is trying to make him happy.

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Even though the idea of being over-dressed for this occasion was horrifying, Papyrus could only imagine how embarrassing it would be if he had ended up underdressed. When he was younger, he used to love fashion and his idea of what was ‘cool’ (usually, clothes that looked like they were covered in car decals), but he had been hard-pressed to find one dress shirt in his closet. Ultimately, he’d ended up borrowing one of Sans’ and tucking it into khakis he hadn’t worn in four years, which exposed his growth spurt and, incidentally, his thin tibias.

He walked into that auditorium room feeling like a class-a clown in the worst of ways. He couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad thing that no one turned to look at him when he’d walked in, and the indecision had sweat beading on his skull. Was it too late to just bail? Could Sans afford for him to just leave and lose the money on this lesson? It was ballroom dancing, so it couldn’t have been cheap- what if he’d spent that extra money he was going to use for his vacation days on this? What if-

“Hi! Are you Papyrus?” He lurches, feeling someone’s hand touch his shoulder, disrupting his running thoughts. “Oh! Sorry to startle you!”

“oh, uh, um, uh.” He can’t physically return his eye sockets to how they were normally. He’s suddenly very glad that Sans had pressed his shirt for him, because you’re wearing a sleek black outfit that compliments you so well that he has to tell himself not to stare. “yes. papyrus. that’s me. and, um, you are…?”

“I’m your dancing partner for today.” You say with a smile, and introduce yourself. “You’re a bit behind with the lessons, so everyone’s a bit more advanced. Your brother, um, mentioned that you’d be a bit uncomfortable with having more attention on you than necessary, so we’re going to be practicing separately from the group to get you caught up. Is that alright?”

“yup. that’s alright, yeah.” Stars, why can’t he make his mouth say something, anything, cooler than that? The light sweat on his face still hasn’t faded.

You chuckle, just a little, and reach out your hand. It takes him a moment to realize you wanted him to hold your hand. For the dancing. Duh. He hesitates, fitting his hand into your’s slowly, a wobbly smile reaching his face when you flex your fingers on his. “Wow! You’re real solid.” Staring down at your joined hands, it takes Papyrus a moment to realize why his soul is racing in his rib cage- this is the first time in months that anyone other than Undyne or Sans has touched him. Stars, he’s a mess. Taking his pause for more hesitation, you try to amend, “We won’t be doing too much dancing today- it’s mostly about helping you find some rhythm and sync up with me. Just, um, let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable?”

You’re really nice and he feels super bad about this entire situation- he can only imagine how frail his brother must’ve made him sound. “don’t worry- i know you’re just doing your job. if anything’s sour, i’ll let you know.” He hadn’t noticed that you were tense until he’d finished speaking and saw your shoulders relax.

“Phew, okay. I mean, it’d get really hard to get you into rhythm if you’re not comfortable, so that’s our first obstacle.” You sway forward and, automatically, Papyrus leans forward to make sure you don’t fall. He then realizes it was on purpose, to test if he could take your weight. “Okay, Papyrus, talk to me. What kind of music do you like?”

“for this kind of stuff? i’d say blues.” You rest your other hand on his shoulder, and indicate for him to do the same. He feels your shoulders raise with a small laugh.

“That was a joke, right? ‘Rhythm and blues’? That’s cute.” You say it so genuinely that it pulls a chuckle from him. You begin to sway side-to-side- initially, the both of you are mismatched, but he falls into step easily soon, matching your pace.

“hey, i got a few more up my button-down’s sleeve. you ever heard the one about the old duck comedian?”

You got a silly smile on your face, as if you could guess the punchline. “Nope, never have. Is it going to… quack me up?” Your fingers slide more securely towards his neck, and he finds that holding you under your arm and around your shoulder blade is far more comfortable than locking his elbow straight to hold onto you.

“nah, but he’ll bill you for it later.” The punchline gets a small laugh from you, shaking your head. “hey, how long have you been dancing?” The two of you had fallen into an almost-natural sway, gently rocking to-and-from. You take one step to your right, and he immediately follows with you. Papyrus can suddenly see the importance of being familiar with your partner’s body language.

“Oh, not too long. About two years- I did a competition a little while back. Not much came of it.” He misreads you and steps forward, stepping on your foot. You simply take a step back, pulling your foot out. “The instructor’s a friend of mine- I help the newbies out. And don’t worry about my shoes- I always wear a scuffed pair for the first-timers.” You wink, and it sends his soul fluttering.

“that so? you know, i’ve never really looked, but i’m pretty sure i have two left feet, so i might wear a hole down on those shoes.”

“Now, that’d be a feat!” You look so proud of your little joke, your smile crinkling the edges of your eyes. He laughs and, for some reason, that little joke makes the rest of the evening go so much faster. It’s mostly swaying to the beat and chatting idly, you moving him and him being moved until he finally gets it and he can almost predict your next steps. You shoot him a wicked grin, “So, did you notice?”

“notice what?” To make sure, he looks down at his feet to make sure they aren’t scuffing your shoes again. You giggle at that, so he tries to crack a joke, “now, are you saying that my two left feet are making a right?”

You snort. “Actually! I just taught you the box step, so I’d consider that a right! Here, watch your feet.” You pulled him back, stepped to your left, then forward, then back into resting position. It wasn’t anything impressive, but Papyrus was somewhat amazed that he hadn’t noticed the both of you moving in a perfect square. “So? Not as bad as you were expecting, huh?”

“no, not bad at all…” He responds, almost surprised himself. Forward, right, back, return. All with your hand resting on the slope of his shoulder, all with you smiling up at him. “huh.”

“Yeah, ‘huh’.” You laugh and wink at him again, as if all of this was some elaborate plan on your part, to lull him into a sense of security and trick him into dancing. “So, you want to refine it a bit?”

“yeah, i think that’d make us square.”

When Sans comes to pick him up, he can’t conceal the smile on his face. You wave to him from amongst teenagers reuniting with their parents, partners sharing water bottles and dabbing sweat from their foreheads, and your grin is so wide it forces your eyes shut. Papyrus watches you from the passenger seat of Sans’ economic Nissan, fingers drumming on his pressed pants’ leg. “SO. HOW WAS IT? DID YOU… SHAKE A LEG?”

The joke startles a laugh out of him, “you know what? i shook two of them, and they stayed attached this time.” Sans lets out a mock gasp of surprise. “it was a lot of fun, sans. honestly, i didn’t think i’d enjoy it, but… well, i guess part of it is the partner.”

As hard as he tries to ignore it, Sans is giving him an ‘I TOLD YOU SO’ grin in his peripheral. “WELL, I GUESS THAT OLD DANCING SKELETON JOKE ISN’T TRUE ANY MORE.” He turns to wink at his younger brother, “I’M GLAD YOU HAVE SOME BODY TO DANCE WITH.”

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