#a face julian's never seen. he winds his jokes down and agrees to do it

[natjennie]

like seriously whatever you do dont think about the captain and that story about someone calling into gay bars and not saying anything, just listening to queer people living and laughing and having fun. definitely don't think about the captain doing that. haha.

#both during his life and in death #i just looked it up and the 1930s british queer scene was beautiful like jazz age stuff #the idea of the captain just discretely privately calling into places he's heard rumored to be queer #just to listen to the saxophone over the static of the telephone and know that there were gay people living and loving somewhere #and then to think about him missing that EVEN MORE in death because now he cant LEAVE #he cant hear rumors from people he cant call in #imagine the favors he'd have to owe julian to dial a number and let cap listen to the receiver without knowing what it is #like of course julian wants to know and he pesters him. but when cap is Deadly Serious and scared and sad. #a face julian's never seen. he winds his jokes down and agrees to do it #making cap think it was his idea- 'a bit of charity for the old walrus then'- instead of a deep understanding and love #and since its been decades of course the number he calls isnt a gay club anymore. maybe it doesnt even connect #and it breaks his heart and it takes him another decade to gather intel and the nerve to ask julian again #but when he does he finally gets a place and the phone quality is INCREDIBLE he can hear so much #he can hear people and their upbeat music and their laughter and their love #and he cries #and if julian sees it and pretends not to then its so that he can have the blackmail later thank you for asking #anyway im making myself emotional #bbc ghosts #EDIT Becuase then when julian overhears he tries subtly to make the captain feel more comfortable #bc julian is an asshole but he's not homophobic i mean he fucks everyone #so he tries to pepper in more stories about men but that just makes cap uncomfortable #and hes frustrated bc he cant think of anything else to do other than flirt with him but thats a bad idea #but then he remembers that he went to bars and places and maybe he'll like that #so he 'accidentally' dials some clubs he knows were cool and leaves the phone off the receiver for cap to find #and cap just gives him a curt nod and a clearing of his throat and they Dont Talk about it but they Know

[luciosleeches]

Mushrooms//Jucio

Notes: In a world where everything is perfectly fine and there’s no more plague and Lucio wasn’t banished.

 Lucio came bounding into the palace library where Julian sat at his desk asleep. When Lucio noticed that his beloved doctor was asleep, he took a second to notice how peaceful he looked. He had a faint blush on his face, his eyepatch was slightly askew, and his shirt was completely undone. Then Lucio got very close to Julian’s ear and whispered, “wake up, Jules.” Julian stirred before opening his eyes to see an excited Lucio very close to his face. He jumped back as his blush got heavier. 

“Agh! Lucio? What are you doing here?”

The count just smiled and clasped a hand on his shoulder. “Today is your lucky day, Devorak! I’m going on a quest to find an ingredient for Nadia! She needs it for magic purposes, I guess. But Asra is ‘too busy’ to get it himself.” He said the last part in bitterness. 

Julian nodded. ”Okay, but why am I needed for this?” 

Lucio gave a Cheshire cat smile. ”Why, Jules, I need company! And last time I went alone, I came back with an infection in a wound and she yelled at me...” 

Julain rubbed his head and yawned before standing up and buttoning up his shirt. He looked down at Lucio and...was he pouting? Because he was buttoning his shirt? He flustered and cleared his throat. “Alright, how long should I pack for?”

 Lucio grinned widely. ”About a week, and pack for warm weather.” At that, Lucio left as quickly as he came.

Later that day, Julian had said goodbye to Portia and was as ready as one spending the week with Lucio could be. They rode off on horseback at noon and rode till they found an inn of sorts at sunset. As Lucio tied the horses up, Julain noticed how the orange, purple, pink, orange, and fading blue sky reflected in his golden arm. His blonde hair was slightly messed up from the wind. All of a sudden Julian started to notice all these things he’d never seen before. How pale his skin was, how beautiful his silver eyes were, how his- he was way too gay for this. 

Lucio smirked as he turned around to face Julian. “If you’re going to continue looking at me like that, I don’t think we’ll make it inside.” Julain went three shades of red before stammering out nonsense. Lucio shook his head. ”Just messing with you, Jules. Let’s go in.” He was only half-joking, of course. If Julian did look like he was in love any longer, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. 

They got a room and went to their room where Julian dropped all his stuff and flopped on his bed with a loud huff. Lucio laughed from the doorway. “Tired already, Doctor?” Julian laughed and turned over so his face wasn’t in the pillow and readjusted himself. 

“And you’re not tired?” 

Woah. Lucio’s gaze racked over Julain’s figure. The red-haired man had his legs spread and bent at the knee, with his hands behind his head and a stupid grin on his face. Lucio could get used to this. Then he remembered the question. “Of course I’m not tired! But I am sleepy...er-if that makes sense.” 

The two of them went their separate ways to get ready for bed. Lucio changed into a red silk robe and when he emerged from the bathroom Julain was shirtless and pantless. “Do you just sleep in...that?” Lucio meant that as in he was very embarrassed by the 6’4 man only in his underwear. 

Julian turned to look at him. “I usually sleep naked, this is as good as you’re getting.” Lucio sighed in exasperation and looked at his arm.

“Whatever.. will you help me with this?” Julian stood up and started to take his arm off, Lucio just not realizing how much taller he was. Julian sat the arm next to Lucio’s bags and grabbed his medical bag. He checked Lucio’s stump for blistering and then grabbed lotion from his bag and started to massage it. “Wh- what are you doing.” 

Julian looked up, startled. “Do you not do this?” When Lucio shook his head, Julian refocused on his task and tsked. “You should take better care of this.” Lucio had never heard someone say to treat himself better; they always told him to treat others better.  

Sunlight shone on their faces early in the morning forcing them to start the day. They ate before mounting their horses and starting off again. They arrived shortly to where Nadia had said it would’ve been. Lucio tied the horses up again since he said it would be best on foot now.  After half an hour of walking in the scorching desert and light conversation. Julain had left his coat with the horses but he was still sweating profusely. “Agh! I hate the heat!” He yelled before angrily taking his shirt off and tying it around his waist. If Lucio knew he’d see Julian’s chest this much, he would have invited him much sooner. 

“Well, we found the swamp Noddy told us about. It should be cooler in here.” The swamp was much cooler and not to mention beautiful. The whole place seemed to glow a light pink with green glowing marks. This was definitely a magical place. “Okay, so we’re supposed to look for a mushroom that’s orange with purple spots and ugh-!” Lucio had stepped in mud. He started whining and tried to rub it off to no avail. “Juuulleeesss, carry me!” 

Julian turned to the Count and shrugged. “Okay.”

“Wait, really?!” 

Julain just smirked with a faint blush on his cheek and put one arm on his back and the other in the bend of his knees. “Put your, uh, arms around my shoulders.” Lucio did as he was told. While Julian continued to look for the mushroom while Lucio cuddled into Julian’s chest. Lucio listened to Julian’s steady heartbeat and he got so distracted the whole world fell away. It was just him in his Jules’s arms. He got so drunk off the feeling and heartbeat, he didn’t notice when he smelled Julian. He only noticed when Julian’s heartrate increased quickly. He looked up thinking they were in danger but then Julian spoke. “Did you just..sniff me?” Lucio sat there dumbfounded for a while before slowly nodding. 

They walked in silence for a while before Lucio spoke up in a soft voice. “Put me down.” Julian obeyed. Lucio turned and grabbed a soft yellow flower and put it behind Ilya’s ear. “Jules..you mean so much to me. And I know I’m not the best person in the world, despite what I say, so I hope that you, Julian Devorak, will agree to date me?” Julian’s face lit on fire and he seemed to be glowing somehow? Maybe it was the flower? Or maybe just Lucio’s imagination. 

“Lucio..of course I’ll date you.” Lucio grinned.

”Really?! No fakesies?” 

Julian laughed. “No fakesies. I promise.” 

Lucio squealed and pulled Julian down to kiss him hastily. The kiss started out sweet and soft before Julian kissed back. When he did, Lucio let years of pent up feeling come through. He pushed Julain back against a tree and put his hands around his waist. When they let up for breath, Julian looked down and smiled. “I think we found the mushrooms.” 

#mod kara #jucio #julian/lucio #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #julian devorak #julian the arcana #julian x lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio the arcana #the arcana #gay af

[edosianorchids901]

“I can tell you’re lying.” angst

Thank you so much for the prompt! 

Read on AO3 - there’s something horrifically broken with Tumblr’s mobile formatting and it refuses to let me fix it, so AO3 is likely your best bet if you’re on mobile.

Julian stormed down the corridors of their capturedJem’Hadar ship. Garak had gone too far this time, he really had. Months of jibesand passive aggressive remarks, and now this. Enough. It stopped now.

He turned the corner and found Garak already working. “Ah,Doctor. Good. I could use a hand with this power grid. It doesn’t seem to likeme, and we are on a tight repair schedule.”

Repair schedule bedamned. “We need to talk.”

Garak peered at him over a half-removed panel. “What we needis to complete these repairs. Or have you forgotten that we’re on a Jem’Hadarship with no warp capability? You were the one who made the calculations, afterall. Seventeen years, two months, and three days to Federation space, Ibelieve.”

“It’s about that, actually.”

“Oh?” Lips pursed, Garak peeled the panel off and set itdelicately on the floor. “Did your genetically enhanced mind malfunction? Aglitch in the code somewhere, perhaps?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“I believe the question is what’s wrong with you, my dearDoctor.”

“Don’t you ‘dear Doctor’ me,” Julian clenched his fists andstruggled to keep his tone level. It came out flat instead. “How dare you. Howdare you say things like that to me. Is your mind really so twisted that youthink it’s acceptable?”

Garak turned, taking on a combative stance. His gaze lockedon Julian’s with a startling intensity. “Whatever are you talking about?”

Now he was playing games? “I’m talking about all your damnedinsinuations. The smug, superior attitude that makes people like me sounpopular? The computer agrees with me because we think alike? Remember?”

Garak snorted. “Really, Julian. Is now the time to discussyour insecurities?”

“If you know they’re insecurities, why do you keep poking atthem?”

“You do recall you’re dating a Cardassian?” Sharp impatienceflashed in Garak’s eyes. “Cardassians argue quite frequently with our partners.And have you forgotten how you responded to my mention of your smug superiority?You certainly seemed to recognize the remark as a flirtation then, judging byhow quickly you removed my clothes.”

Heat suffused Julian’s entire body, heartbeat pounding inhis ears. “You’re an absolute asshole, you know that?”

“I believe you were well acquainted with me before we begandating. And now you take exception?”

“This is different!”

“What is different?” Garak tipped his jaw back and gaveJulian the look he usually reserved for his most frustrating customers. “Ourenvironment, certainly. Ah, but that’s not it. Of course. It’s that you’ve lostyour mask.”

What the hell was he on about now? “My mask?”

“You’re quite exposed these days, all your secrets scatteredto the wind. Perhaps it’s simply that you miss being able to hide.”

“You would know all about hiding, wouldn’t you? You’re doingit right now.” Julian stepped closer, right into Garak’s personal space.“You’re still hiding behind insults and passive aggressive remarks.”

“Oh, I’ve stepped quite beyond passive aggressive and into purely‘aggressive’, as have you.” Garak flashed a bright, patronizing smile. “Andwhat dark secret am I hiding from, Doctor? Tell me, since you seem to havepsychoanalyzed me. What childhood trauma do you plan to unearth this time?”

Julian’s throat went dry, and he struggled to get the wordsout. “Actually, I’d like to talk about my own childhood trauma.”

Garak stepped back, his own mask shattering under confusion.“That’s hardly the topic.”

“No, it is the topic. It’s been the topic all this time, allthese months. It’s just not on the surface.” Julian squared his shoulders. “So,let’s bring it to the surface.”

Silence descended in the corridor, only broken by irritablebeeps from the still-damaged power grid. Then Garak gave a bow, sweeping hisarms wide. “I am at your disposal, Doctor.”

“Still with all the glib bullshit. Drop it.” This was it.The question that sat between them at meals, shared their bed, lurked behindevery exchange. “Does it bother you that I’m genetically enhanced?”

Hesitation. Just a split second of hesitation. “Of coursenot, Julian.”

So, that was it. Julian’sthroat throbbed, and his stomach twisted. “I can tell you’re lying,” he said, holdingeye contact.

Garak was the one who looked away. “My dear, I—”

“I’m not even sure if you realize it.” Each breath becamemore of a struggle, and Julian leaned against the wall. Cold metal leeched heatfrom his body, and he shivered. “Do you realize it, Garak? Is your crueltyintentional or is it subconscious?”

“My cruelty?” Garak’s lip quivered and he gave a small headshake. “No, I was merely—”

“Don’t deny it. Just tell me the truth. Just this once.”

Motions slow and deliberate, Garak disconnected theremaining wiring. “It is…an adjustment,” he finally said.

As if Julian hadn’t been plunged into his own adjustmentthese past months, hadn’t spent every waking moment feeling the stares, thewhispers… “An adjustment.”

“Perhaps not an adjustment I’ve handled particularly well.”None of his usual theatrics permeated Garak’s manner. His tone was low, expressionthoughtful. Something—remorse, perhaps—flashed across his face. “I believe I’vebeen attempting to deny my discomfort.”

“You are damn good at denial.” Julian hugged his armstighter across his chest. Damn it, he should have brought this up months ago,back when he’d noticed the shift in Garak’s behavior. Garak wasn’t breaking upwith him yet, so this was already going better than expected. Should have just gottenit out of the way sooner. “You didn’t notice that you’ve been sniping at me formonths?”

Garak winced, still fiddling with the wires. “As I said, I wassomewhat in denial. Whatever my own troubles with the situation, they pale incomparison to your own. I know I haven’t been the most supportive—”

“I’m not worried about that, not right now.” In a way, theso-called support had been even worse. The cheery attempts to act like nothingwas wrong, the tentativeness. “I just want to have an open conversation withyou.”

Garak’s expression closed like an airlock during suddendecompression. “If that’s what you desire, you may have chosen the wrongpartner.”

Damn him. “Really? Is that it, then? Are we finished?”

The sudden panic in Garak’s eyes brought Julian moresatisfaction than he’d have ever cared to admit. Served him right. He should bepanicking, after all the suffering he’d inflicted.

“Fine, you want an open conversation?” Garak asked. “It doesbother me. For months, I’ve been asking myself who—or what—I fell in love with.Did that person really exist? Or were you merely a construct of your parents’hopes and dreams? I even questioned whether you’d been specifically programmedto appeal to me, perhaps as some sort of covert operation. After all, youappear to be everything I find attractive.”

It was like being pummeled repeatedly in the chest. “Howcould you possibly think that? Are you really that paranoid?”

Garak rolled his eyes. “You hardly need to ask thatquestion.”

No. No more damned evasion. “I do need to ask.”

To his credit, Garak didn’t look away this time. “Then, yes.I’ve spent these last months wondering who Julian Bashir truly is. Whether the personI love is a fabrication. Whether you are who you claim to be. Whether I knowwho you are at all.”

An odd sound burst from Julian. Laughter.

Garak stared at him as if he’d sprouted several additionallimbs. “Julian?”

“Oh, this is just too damn much.” Julian shook his head. Heshould have expected this, should have seen it. It was a perfectly reasonablething to wonder, really. But coming from Garak?

“What is too damn much?”

Julian fixed him with a direct look. “Don’t you think I’veever wondered the same thing about you? Elim Garak, the plain simple tailor.Except that you’re not at all. And you lie for fun, Garak. At least I was only lying for self-protection.”

Garak drew back, expression as wounded as if Julian hadslapped him. “After all this time, do you understand me so little?”

No matter how long they knew each other, he’d likely neverunderstand Garak. At least, not fully. “In what sense?”

The power grid gave another insistent beep. Garak slowlydisconnected the last wire, brow ridges casting deep shadows over his eyes.When he spoke, it was in a tight, strained voice. “Has it ever occurred to youthat perhaps I lie, not merely for entertainment, but because telling the truthhas never been safe for me either?”

The gap between them closed before Julian even realized hewas moving. He pulled Garak into a hug and buried his face against cool scales.

Garak stiffened in his hold, not breathing. Then he put hisarms around Julian and gave a low hum.

“I miss you.” Julian’s voice cracked, and he cleared histhroat. “I miss how things were. I’m still Julian.”

Oddly, Garak chuckled. “Just with an additional lightsprinkling of trauma?”

More than a light sprinkling, but the joke lifted some ofthe heaviness from Julian’s chest. “Something like that, yeah.”

Garak detached from the embrace, his expression unusuallyopen. “I’ve missed you as well.”

Enough heavy conversation—that admission was enough for now.“Well, now that we’ve sorted out our own respective crises…shall we fix thispower grid before the Jem’Hadar blow us up?” Julian asked with a tight smile.

“A wise precaution.” Garak bent over his work, and Julianjoined him. They could sort out the rest later, when things quieted down.

#garashir #garak x bashir #elim garak #julian bashir #star trek #deep space nine #ds9 #prompted writing #plain simple writing

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

A Wedding in Birchwood (A Pixane Wedding Fic)

Seriously I haven't posted a full fanfiction in at least a year but when talking to the @nightlybirdie they said they wouldn't mind reading my stories and so I dug into the completed and uncompleted stories I have written but never posted to anywhere to finally post one of them not just only for them to enjoy but all of you to enjoy as well I am currently trying to locate the Jaya Wedding I have partially written so I can post that as well but for now I really hope you guys like this

From my dusty Google Docs archives I present to you the most cheesiest sounding title ever A Wedding in Birchwood

     The wedding was beautiful, set in birchwood forest as a backdrop the trees seemed to glitter with the freshly fallen snow that covered some of the branches the aisle area itself glistened like a jewel, she had wanted nothing extravagant but her Creator insisted on spoiling his only Daughter so the place was decorated from birch tree to birch tree the chairs had silver bows and white covers, Ivy and morning glories made of silver winded it's way down the main aisle  

Cole couldn't help but tug at the collar of his suit it felt so unnatural for him he tried reminding himself that this was for Zane but even then that barely helped,  each of them wore colored Tuxes that matched with their elemental abilities Dareth and Ronin which sat in the audience looked equally as uncomfortable he didn't miss the fact that Dareth had his hand on Ronins knee even though they were standing behind near Zanes tent

    In the made up tent on the other side, Pixal kept looking at her dress, pacing and looking Nya sighed and crossed her arms

"Pixal calm down everything is going to be alright let's get you into your dress and then you can panic okay"

Pixal nodded and with Nya's help slipped into her floor length satin and tulle ballgown dress, it was absolutely gorgeous according to everyone from the long sleeve top that was made out of lace to to high neckline that held the air of modesty which she thoroughly enjoyed

 "Is it safe?" Dareths voice filtered in Nya called that it was Dareth gasped seeing Pixal

"Zanes going to short circuit when he sees you"

Pixal looked down shyly blushing Nya chuckled

"You should've seen her a few moments ago she's a nervous wreck"

"Oh darling what bride isn't let's be honest, now can you give me a little twirl "

Pixal slowly turned in a circle for him and he nodded

"Exactly what I needed if you trust me I know what to do for you"

Pixal nodded

"Because I know I have a group who'll go after you if you do anything brash"

Dareth laughed agreeing he turned to his makeup kit

"Now where are my oh no "

"What?"

"I left my makeup brush bag at home, I had it on the counter and was going to grab it but we were running late and I forgot"

Nya pulled out her own makeup bag

"Don't worry thank goodness I took the initiative and brought some of mine today as back up"

Dareth looked relieved

"You're a lifesaver you know that"

Nya shrugged

"I do what I can"

The media and those covering the whole affair where given a sheet of rules along with rice to throw which was given to everyone

"Feels like yesterday it was just the 4 of us single teenagers in that cramped monastery being total idiots and somehow saving Ninjago now one of us is off to the Ball and chain life" Jay joked

The others had to smirk at that

"Hey your heading that way with Nya remember" Cole quipped

Jay gulped and looked at Kai who was glaring hands on his hips

"Hey Hey she's still way too young to be married" he defended

“She's 20 years old let go of it already “ Cole jabbed as he looked up as the pre-march music played

Back in the tent the girls heard the song start Nya carefully hugged Pixal as she said

"Guess it's our time to go good luck like you'll need it though with your catch"

Pixal laughed as Nya let go, she and Skylar walked out Skylar linked arms with Cole and Nya with Jay she held back the urge to smack her brother as she heard the low growl come from him instead she threw a glare over her shoulder at him

Everyone was silent in awe and respect, as the Bridesmaids and Groomsmen made their way down ,,it seemed as though if Zane was nervous he wasn't showing it outwardly as his best men lined up beside him and the bridesmaids went to the other side he anxiously looked at the tent which she would emerge from watching as Cyrus wheeled in

Lloyd was the one officiating the ceremony as he had the powers as the Grandson of their lands creator to marry whomever he wanted together he came around and shook Zanes hand smiling   Pixal heard the music change and knew it would be her soon she would be Mrs Julian in just a few short moments her father wheeled in

"You ready"

"As I'm ever going to be"

She leaned down and placed a kiss to his cheek she saw tears in his eyes as he moved her veil so it covered her face

"I never thought I'd see the day one of my beloved Creations who came to be like a daughter to me would find love and be married you don't know how proud I am to be your creator your father"

She smiled carefully kneeling she hugged him

"I love you Dad"

"I love you too sweetheart"

She stood up dabbing at her eyes they both stood arm in arm as together they left the tent  Zane didn't know he'd stopped breathing when he finally saw his bride to be come out of the tent as soon as her foot stepped on the carpet he wanted to scoop her up and run away with her he did not know he could feel so much emotion for someone else now he was tearing up at how beautiful she looked as she walked down the isle slowly and carefully so her Father could keep up

Pixal felt the cameras and eyes on her as she left the tent swallowing she took one step then another once she reached the beginning of the strip of carpet it was easy for her, Zane stood at the end of the aisle absolutely beaming and wiping his eyes as he watched her  

Once they reached the end Pixal leaned down and gave her Dad a hug

He shook Zanes hand then hugged him afterwards he said

"You take good care of my baby girl you hear me"

This made a few people laugh as Zane nodded as the man wheeled to his spot

The world seemed to melt away and it was only the two of them as he lifted Pixal’s veil and joined hands

“You may now be seated or in Ronins case stay seated" Lloyd looked at said man who only shrugged making everyone laugh while Dareth rolled his eyes

He smiled as he looked to the two in front of him

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to witness this man and woman join together in holy matrimony “

They exchanged vows then little Nelson came walking up the aisle stoically holding the pillow containing the rings on it, Lloyd laughed as well as others at how serious the little boy was taking his task, he held it up to the two Pixal picked up Zanes ring with a smile and nod she then slid the ring onto Zanes finger he did the same with hers

“Now before the Aural Joining is there anyone who does not wish for these two to be wed speak now or forever hold your peace as there is no going back “

Lloyd looked over the audience once satisfied he then touched the two of them and everyone watched as two streams of light a lilac purple from Pixal and a silver from Zane appeared around their conjoined hands and twisted and turned into one singular Crystal blue stream

“by the powers vested in me by my grandfather our Founder I now pronounce you joined, you may kiss your bride”

He smirked and stepped back, Zane cupped her cheeks and kissed her to cheering and applause she leaned into it then in a shocking but not completely surprising move she actually twirled her husband around and dipped him earning a whistle from Jay and laughter from the others at the move from her the two finally separated and ran down the aisle hand in hand as rice was thrown

#ninjago #Pixane #wedding #zane julian #zane and pixal #pixal borg #ninjago pixal #ninjago fanfiction #fanfiction

[a-mad-scientist-approaches]

Multiverse is a Curse Word (9)

Getting there! There’s gonna be one more chapter after all, it’s ended up being longer than I thought it would be!

@hntrgurl13, thanks for Addi, the Dimension Jumper AU, and the Drifting Dimensions AU. I love it all so much!

@the-subpar-ghost, my gosh I love the Adrift AU, I will never be able to get enough of it!

@scipunk63. Addiford. ADDIFORD. ADDIFOOOOORD. So good man.

@deadpool-demon-diva and @thejesterlyfictionista, as always.

Minor spoiler: another portal vision, this one’s from @thesnadger‘s fic Five Minutes Older. Jeez it’s awesome.

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Chapter 9: Not What We Agreed On

“Always good to have you over,” Clive said dryly as the portal appeared.

“Sorry,” Addi winced again. She was very unsteady on her feet, and Ford was having to support her.

“Stop it. We’ll see you again, alright? You’re always welcome here.” He hugged her goodbye. “Actually, you’ll have to come back, Julian’s going to be so mad he missed you.”

“Well in that case of course I’ll be back,” Addi laughed.

“Nice to meet you, Stanford, Mabel,” Clive said, shaking Ford’s hand and waving to Mabel.

Mabel waved back, and stepped through the portal.

. . . she was in the Stanleymobile with a man thirty years younger than he should have been, and they were heading to Oregon, where she was determined to fix everything . . .

. . . she was filled with rage at this stupid unicorn who had made her feel so small and ashamed, and without thinking she swung a punch . . .

. . . she was playing mini golf with Pacifica and Dipper, but they weren’t competing, they were just talking and enjoying each other’s presence . . .

The view of a busy city street under a darkening sky swam into view, and Mabel stepped into a crowd of pedestrians. No one looked twice at the portal which had appeared in the wall of a café.

“Mabel, don’t do that,” said Ford frantically as he and Addi came through after her.

“You need to wait for us, honey,” Addi said, equally exasperated.

“Sorry.” Mabel said meekly. She remembered Ford trying to impress upon her on more than one occasion the dangers of feeling invincible or assuming she was safe – although personally she felt he was understating himself: she should be able to feel safe with the people who kept her safe, after all.

“Do you know where we are? Do you recognise anyone?” she directed at Addi eagerly, looking forward to meeting more of her friends.

Addi examined their surroundings as best she could. She’d said things still seemed a bit blurry, but Ford had reassured them both that if balance problems and some fuzziness was all that was wrong, she would be fine after some rest.

A grin broke across Addi’s face, which was encouraging, but then it faltered. “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

Ford’s expression turned grim. “Bad-”

“GOOD!” said Mabel desperately. “And, if it’s possible, can we avoid the bad completely?”

Addi sighed. “Well I know where we are, and who we’re going to see. It’s getting to them that’s the problem,”

⃝

“This is definitely a problem,” Ford agreed, shifting his hold on Addi and looking at the security checkpoint that barricaded the way into the central business district of the city. Guards worked their way through the crowd, asking for identification or proof of residence. They distributed out clear cards that would let them pass through the forcefield across the street.

“Why is the security here so tight?” breathed Mabel.

“Because this city is the nerve centre of Wikert Expansion Enterprises,” said Addi wearily.

Ford turned to her incredulously. “This again?!”

“I’m sorry, I forgot I gave a locator to someone who lived here. I will definitely be taking it back,”

“What happens if we get caught?” asked Mabel. As an answer there was a sudden flurry of movement near the front of the crowd, and it was clear someone was attempting to force their way past a guard. The guard pulled out a baton and shocked them with it, blue electricity flickering across the person violently. Then they were shocked again. And again. And once more – for luck, Ford supposed.

“Oh,” said Mabel in a small voice.

“Alright,” Ford said, running a hand through his hair. He had been in worse situations, he could figure something out. “I’ll cause a distraction while you two go over to one of the guards and get the cards off him-”

“And what then? How are you going to get through?” asked Add, glaring.

“I’ll catch up-”

“No, they’ll catch you. How about I try to find another way in-”

“Addi, you have a concussion, and you know that all the entrances will have checkpoints exactly like this one,”

“We don’t know that for sure – some might have more security,”

Ford was not sure if she was more injured than she was letting on, or if she was joking to lighten the mood, or if she was trying to ameliorate their argument, but it was not working, and it was not funny.

“You are not going to allow them any more opportunities to discover you than necessary,” he said firmly.

“And you’re not going to try needlessly giving yourself up,” she said, just as stubbornly.

They frowned at each other huffily, Ford feeling simultaneously touched at her strong reaction to his idea, worried about her readiness to risk her exposure as a former resistance member, and annoyed at how quickly she had shut him down.

“Well it looks like we have no more ideas, then,” he said finally.

“AHEM,” said Mabel loudly. “I notice you haven’t consulted me yet, and I happen to be a very persuasive liar. I think I can get us through with no trouble at-”

“Identification please,” said a bored voice.

Dread filled Ford’s stomach as they faced the guard. While he and Adeline were still thinking furiously of a way out, Mabel stepped forward.

“Actually sir, we are so sorry to be any trouble, but as you can note from our ragged clothing and eyes haunted from the horrors we’ve seen, we are refugees fleeing from desolation and despair. My own mother has sustained a serious head injury!” Mabel was wide-eyed and her voice was tragic. Both he and Addi were frozen, not daring to do anything more than glance at each other. They were certain the guard would pull out his baton at any moment.

“Our relatives have courageously offered to take us in, but because of the, y’know, desolation and despair, we had to leave so quickly that we couldn’t take anything! Not even-” tears began to prick at her eyes, “-poor old Roger, our cat! So if you could please-”

“Yeah kid, I’m sorry, but there’s others waiting.” Surprisingly, there was a trace of sympathy in his single eye. “Just show me your arm and you can go on through,”

Mabel faltered. “Um, my – my arm?”

“Yep,”

Shit. The refugee processing system here must tattoo the people who make it through. Ford had encountered that method of tagging in several dimensions. It made it much harder to fake residency.

The guard grew impatient with Mabel’s hesitancy and seized her arm himself. Addi’s hand shot out and pulled Mabel back against her, while Ford reached for his gun. The guard had already pushed Mabel’s sleeve up, however, revealing . . . not the incriminatingly blank patch of skin that Ford had expected, but a strange, whorling scar on the inside of her arm, where one might stick an IV.

The guard nodded. “A successful blood synthesisation and transfusion against the virus only Wikert Expansion Enterprises has managed to develop a cure for. We get a lot of refugees in your situation, and this is an easy way to prove they’re residents, not spies. You two her parents?” he asked Addi and Ford.

“Yes!” Addi said, quickly and much louder than normal.

“Feel free to go on through,” he handed over the cards.

“You’re not going to check us, too?” Ford said, before he could stop himself. Addi stomped on his foot.

“Nope. You’ve all gone through the same thing, and have obviously had a hard enough time already. I own a cat myself,” the guard said compassionately, and sniffed. And that appeared to be that.

As they passed through the forcefield and walked out of view, Addi and Mabel started laughing hysterically, and Ford chuckled a little himself.

⃝

Addi knocked on the door. It opened.

“HIIIII KOT!” beamed Mabel.

It was difficult to discern expressions on the octopus-being’s face, but Addi thought Kot seemed very surprised. They recovered quickly, however.

“Marks. Mabel. And you brought the rude one,”

“Can we come in?” Addi asked, ignoring Ford’s sigh.

Kot rolled all six of their eyes and stood aside to let them pass.  

“Thank you,”

“So,” Kot said, once they were seated in a very humid living room (which was Kot’s species’ preferred climate, Addi remembered), “I heard Wesley was after you guys. Which makes it pretty strange you’re here, visiting someone who works for him.”

Addi felt Ford tense beside her, and she did the same, but she managed to reply in a steady voice.

“Well, we needed a place to stay, and you know my portal beacon works on a randomiser that I’ve never been able to fix,”

“Oh, so you’re here by accident,”

“Yes,” Addi had assumed Kot would be more than willing to help them lie low for a while. Unfortunately, it was not looking that way. Too late, she remembered that when Kot had abandoned Wikert and joined the resistance, they had done so with all their being, and their undivided loyalty had proved invaluable. That loyalty was to the resistance, not friends, Addi realised.

There was a silence, during which Mabel fiddled anxiously with Addi’s sleeve.

“Adeline has a concussion.” Ford said suddenly. “Would you mind taking a look?”

Kot nodded shortly. As they examined her head, they said, “I assume this is from Wesley’s strike group? I heard he was sending Netessa after you,”

Addi hummed an affirmative.

“I’m glad you’re okay,”

The quiet admission caused Addi to sigh in relief. Everything was fine. Kot wasn’t suddenly going to start attacking them. She had just been winding herself up.

Eventually Kot deemed the injury was just as Ford had said: nothing a few hours rest wouldn’t fix, and they gave her some medication to help.

Addi downed it in one. Kot stared in what looked like disbelief.

“What?”

“You’re really not cautious enough,”

“I have a concussion, I think I can be forgiven,” Addi pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s going to knock you out,”

“Yes?”

“. . . you realise I’ve told Wesley you’re here, right?”

“What?!” Addi and her friends exclaimed together.

“But you said we could stay!” protested Mabel.

“No, you assumed you could. Quite rudely, actually,” Kot crossed several of their tentacles irritably.

“But you treated Addi!” Ford said angrily.

“You just gave me some drugs!” Addi said at the same time.

“Oh, so you think that just because I care about your well-being I’m not going to set a murderous resistance on you? Huh. Narrow-minded, much,”

Mabel booed, Ford stood up, and Addi tried to as well, but suddenly her legs weren’t obeying her and she flopped face-down onto a pillow. “Great,” she grunted into it.

She felt Ford pick her up and start heading for the door. “Wait, wait a minute!” she motioned for him to turn back around so she could address Kot. He reluctantly did so, and her hair fell over her face.

“You-! Mabel can you please . . . thanks.” Mabel brushed the hair away. “You are a terrible friend!”

“I’m not stopping you from leaving, am I?”

“Shut your mouth – wherever it is!” snapped Mabel, and pushed Ford towards the door. They had to leave before resisters arrived.

⃝

Once they were several streets away, Mabel asked, “What do we do now?”

“Well, it’s clear Wesley’s not going to stop coming after us, and I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should trust any more of your friends,” Ford said to Addi.

Addi agreed, feeling herself starting to lose consciousness. “You know what the only thing that can stop the resistance is, don’t you?” she asked unenthusiastically.

Ford nodded tiredly. “Yes. Wikert Expansion Enterprises,”

“Oh boy,” Mabel breathed, and they stood there for a moment, soaking in the realisation.

“Well, I think I can convince them to help! I’ve got all this information on Wesley, after all,” Addi said brightly.

“What? No.” Ford said sharply. “We just agreed an hour ago not to give ourselves up!”

“No,” Addi corrected sweetly, “we agreed that you wouldn’t be giving yourself up,”

“And that you wouldn’t-” Ford started, but Addi kissed him and he shut up.

The last thing she heard before passing out was Mabel asking if they were going to sleep in an alley again.

⃝

“Help! Help, please help!” cried Mabel as she frantically ran up to a security guard in the enormous lobby of Wikert Expansion Enterprise’s main building. She grabbed their arm and started to pull on it.

“What’s wrong, child?”

“Please, it’s my mom, something happened, I don’t know what, she just collapsed-”

The guard looked around for someone to take their post in front of the tech service elevator, but in the early hours of the morning the entire lobby was deserted.

“Show me where she is,”

Mabel led them away, noting with satisfaction a dark shadow which slipped silently out of hiding and entered the elevator.

“She’s right here,” they rounded a massive pillar extending up to the arched ceiling and she pointed to where Addi was slumped against it. The guard knelt down to check her breathing and heart rate, their feelers quivering with sensitivity.

“She seems to be fine. Perhaps she fainted. Have you both been receiving enough fluids and nutrition?”

“Well, we’re refugees, we’re still kinda sorting out our situation-”

“I understand. May I see your arm?”

This was the part she had anticipated. Mabel confidently and obligingly pulled back her layers of clothing to reveal the swirly scar. It was quite pretty in the daylight.

The guarded nodded and then accepted Mabel’s quick lie that Addi had one too. “I can take you up to one of the offices upstairs while she recovers if you like?”

“Please, yes, thank you so much!”

The office they found themselves in was by no means the grandest in the place. Mabel hoped their plan was still going to work, as she couldn’t exactly demand to be left alone in the office of Wikert herself, or anyone even close to her level.

The guard gave them a couple glasses of water, then left. As soon as the door closed, Addi sat up on the couch and winked at her. The drugs had worn off hours ago.

“Good job, kiddo. Say hi to Ford,” she waved at the security lens in the corner of the ceiling, Mabel following suit.

“He should be sending a message to whoever’s office this is right?”

“About an urgent resistance matter requiring their attention,”

“Well hopefully they’ve got some jurisdiction on this, otherwise we might be arrested, haha,”

The wait was rather quiet after that.

⃝

The door slammed open and a very frazzled-looking otter person bounded in. He stiffened when he saw them, and closed the door slowly, obviously thinking furiously.

“Calling security isn’t a good idea,” warned Addi, shifting slightly so he could see Big Bertha. Mabel was impressed that the only sign he gave of fear was a widening of his eyes.

“Adeline Marks,” he said.

“You know who I am?”

He snorted. “Of course I do. I’ve been the director of operations on everything related to resistance cell 736 for years. Or I was, until all our information on it vanished a few days and I was severely demoted. I assume that was your doing?” he said sourly.

“What a coincidence,” Addi said breezily (while Mabel quietly half freaked out and half rejoiced), “because that’s exactly what I’m here to offer you back. It looks like the multiverse is on your side today, my friend.”

The otter-man’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you give that up? You’ve just succeeded in erasing it all,”

“The leader of that particular resistance cell – I call him Wesley, but his real name is-” Addi gestured gracefully to Mabel, who took the cue and growled expertly, “-that, and he’s part of a species known as polarions – did you know any of that? No? Well anyway, he and I had a falling out.”

“He’s trying to kill us now,” Mabel put in.

“We’d like him to stop,”

“And this is where I come in?” the otter-man said, walking slowly over to his desk and sitting down behind it, as though this was any other business meeting.

“Uh huh. As I’ve already demonstrated, I have a lot of information that you don’t and, in fact, never did. Part of that is the dimension and location of RC736’s main headquarters. I can give that to you,”

There was a definite spark of greed in the man’s eyes now. Mabel could practically see his visions of glory and triumph, reinstatement and reward, as he was hailed for taking down a resistance cell.

“Alright. You have a deal. Call me Lic,”

“Wee and lick. This place sure is good with names,” Mabel muttered.

The door opened again and Ford came through.

Lic’s jaw dropped. “Stanford Pines?”

Ford kept his hand on the doorhandle. “Yes?” he answered guardedly.

This can’t be good, Mabel thought.

Lic’s eyes turned to her. “And you must be Mabel Pines, then,”

Definitely not good.

“How do you know that?” Ford demanded.

“Well, you are near the top of the interdimensional most-wanted list.” retorted Lic. “The bounty on you was just increased because of that girl.” He nodded to Mabel. “Bill Cipher’s offering extra if she’s captured or killed along with you.”

Addi immediately backed away, putting one hand on her sword and stepping in front of Mabel. Ford didn’t bother with warnings and aimed his gun directly at Lic’s forehead.

“Whoa, whoa, relax, I’m not going to hand you over! Wikert herself has made it very clear that she has no interest in dealing with that dream demon. This company stands for order and control, not chaos and destruction!”

No one relaxed. It might have been because that spark of greed was still shining in Lic’s eye.

“How about this: I’ll bring down RC736 for you, and in return Stanford Pines, certified genius in almost every dimension, can come work for us. Anonymously, of course. Your mind would be a very valuable asset,”

“You’re already going to reap the rewards of taking down the cell, I don’t think you need much else,” said Addi.

“Who needs the resistance off their back more, Marks? It’s not my life that’s on the line. I’m going to need some extra incentive now that I know how much you can deliver on,”

“Adeline-” Ford started.

“What about me?” interrupted Addi. “You’ve got loads of geniuses working for you, but how many resisters do you have?”

“Addi, no!” burst out Mabel.

“How many resisters as important as me?”

Mabel felt as though everything was unravelling around her, the way she’d sometimes pull at a loose string on a sweater until it was completely undone. She couldn’t believe Addi was doing this! She wanted to shove the bracelet she had made in her face and force her to adhere to the things she had in mind when she made it.

“See, the problem with that is you’re not going to be much use after RC736 is gone,” Lic continued, like the other two didn’t exist.

“I worked with the resistance for five years. Do you honestly think I didn’t have dealings with at least a quarter of the cells? That’s about two hundred and fifty independent syndicates. I have information you can’t even begin to imagine,”

Lic grinned, showing sharp teeth. “You make a fair point. Alright, you win. We have a new deal,”

“Adeline!” Ford holstered his gun and strode towards her, seizing her arm. “Excuse us.” he said curtly to Lic, and Mabel followed them into the adjoining storage room. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

Addi glared and pulled away from him. “Exactly what you were prepared to do a second ago, you hypocrite,”

“I’m not going to let you be trapped here-”

“Stanford, I’m not actually going to go through with this!”

There was silence. Then Mabel said, “You’re not?”

“Of course not!” A disbelieving grin spread across Addi’s face. “Your reactions made it very convincing, though,”

Mabel laughed and hugged her tightly. Ford wordlessly followed.

“That was very well done,” he said soon enough, relief apparent in every syllable.

“All according to plan,” she replied warmly, giving him a squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere, you two,”

When they headed back into the room, Lic was already making preparations.

“All sorted out then? Good. Now this base you want us to attack, do you know how many resisters are going to be there?”

Addi hesitated, then shook her head. “They move in and out of it all the time, so there could be anywhere from thirty to two hundred inside. The only thing I can guarantee is that Wesley will be there. He never leaves, unless for a major operation, and I would have heard about it if there was one being planned – they take weeks to prepare,”

“Unfortunately, if we don’t have an approximate figure, we can’t make a move. We value our personnel. There is an upside though-”

“You don’t value us?” predicted Ford.

“Got in one. Don’t worry, I don’t want you to take control of the place yourself, I just want you to get inside and get us a number. We’ll scramble a force and handle it from there,” he beamed at them.

“Yeah that sounds about right,” said Mabel glumly. Right in keeping with the usual load the multiverse dumped on them.

#gravity falls #fanfiction #adrift au #dimension jumper au #drifting dimensions au #portal ford #portal mabel #portal addi #adeline marks #stanford pines #mabel pines #multiverse is a curse word #my writing

[visions-skam]

CHAPTER 4

friday, october 28 who dat boy-tyler, the creator (ft. a$ap rocky) The three teenagers piled into Yousef’s rickety Jeep and sped off. It was still fairly early, only eleven o’clock, but they were all tired and ready to go home. Elias flicked the radio to a hip-hop station. They talked and laughed for about fifteen minutes until the car started making a ticking noise and then sputtered to a stop. They groaned in unison. By now, they were used to Yousef’s perpetual car troubles. Elias instinctively fished a roll of silver duct tape from the glove compartment and he and Yousef got out. When they lifted the hood of the car, thick smoke erupted into their faces. Their lungs constricted as they coughed and fanned the air in front of them. After they’d been working for a minute or so, Sana joined them outside. “What’s the problem this time?” she asked. Yousef shook his head. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t look like duct tape is gonna fix this one.” They stood quietly. Moonlight filtered through the trees, towering evergreens that dwarfed the group. The autumn wind whistled loudly, and they pulled their jackets tighter. Crickets chirped. A howl sounded in the distance. Sana looked around at the unfamiliar dirt road. The landscape seemed eerily familiar, but she knew she’d never been there before. “Yousef, where are we?” “I-I took a shortcut,” Yousef stuttered. “We’re near Chino Hills. I think.” “Should we call our parents?” Elias asked. “No,” Sana replied. “They left for that wedding in Fresno tonight, remember? They’re probably asleep in a hotel.” She turned to Yousef. “My parents went to the same one,” Yousef said defeatedly. “They’re probably a hundred miles away by now.” Elias tapped on his phone. “Well, there’s a gas station about a mile from here. We should start walking.” They agreed that Sana would stay and guard the car (as if anyone would steal that piece of junk anyway). She climbed back inside, locked the doors, and blasted music, trying to distract herself from the creepy landscape (and the fact that her brother and his best friend were walking alone in it). Slowly, thoughts of her dream lurked back into her brain. She hadn’t thought about it for the whole night, and it had been satisfying to temporarily forget about it. As the minutes passed, paranoia subjugated her consciousness. Sana realized where she had seen this forest before. The dream had taken place in a forest like this one. What if this was the place where… she couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought. She scrolled through social media absent-mindedly, glancing out the window every few seconds to watch for danger. The rhythm oscillating through the car submerged her pessimism. Her kohl-streaked eyelids fluttered shut. _

Yousef and Elias trudged forward on the hard-packed dirt. They were chatting animatedly about something that had happened in the locker room before lacrosse practice the previous day. “Man, did you see how Julian fucking decked him? Right in the face over some crazy shit,” Elias said, laughing. “Probably over who gets more girls or whose parents donated more money to Donald Trump’s campaign,” Yousef joked. Their buoyant laughter ascended to the heavens. The boys were about a quarter of a mile from the car when they noticed a figure in the trees. They saw only its silhouette, lit from behind by the silver rays of the moon, and two icy eyes. The boys exchanged an alarmed glance but kept walking. The creature followed them along the perimeter of the road. After a few moments, it stepped into the starlight filtering through the trees. Now it was fully visible. It was about waist height. The animal had thick, slate-colored fur, with white patches under its eyes. It stood confidently and stared at them. “You see that too, right?” Yousef started. “Either that weed from the party is getting in my system or that’s…” “... a wolf,” Elias breathed. His speech made clouds in the air. At that, the wolf snarled, displaying sharp canine teeth. The boys began to turn around and walk back in the direction of the car. The wolf growled again, louder this time. “I don’t think it likes us,” Elias whispered, eyes trained anxiously on the wolf. A sense of urgency sped up their strides. This seemed to anger the wolf even more, and it followed them. Their feet were pounding the ground now. The wolf broke into a run. “I knew we should’ve just taken the normal route home,” Yousef panted. Elias rolled his eyes. “Then why didn’t you?” he responded. The animal was gaining on them rapidly. While both boys were in shape, their speed was no match for that of the wolf. _

Sana had just dozed off when frenetic knocking on the car window roused her. She rubbed her eyes and turned on the overhead light. She peered out the window and saw Yousef. Sana opened the door. “Unlock the doors, Sana! Open them, quick!” Yousef was yelling, and his eyes were bright with fear. Sana reached to the driver’s seat door and unlocked the car. “What? What’s going on?” she asked in a panicky voice. Her brow creased with worry. Yousef didn’t answer and hoisted himself into the seat next to Sana. “We were almost to the gas station,” he said, breathing heavily, “and then-and then a wolf came out of nowhere and it-it started chasing us.” “What?” Sana was scared now. “You’re telling me that we’re stranded in the woods with a car that won’t start in a part of Beacon Hills we’ve neverbeen in with parents who are in another city and a wolf is after you and Elias?” Yousef paused. "Well, when you put it that way, it seems kind of grim." Sana sighed exasperatedly. "Great," she muttered. Her eyes darted around the car, as if noticing for the first time that Elias wasn’t in it. “Where’s-” A piercing howl interrupted her. The two looked up in unison, and what they saw on the road ahead congealed the blood in their veins. The wolf stood unflinchingly, paws planted firmly on Elias. Its head was inclined to the star-spangled sky. Elias was clawing at the ground in a futile attempt to crawl from under the weight of the wolf. Tears pricked at Sana’s eyes for the second time in a week. She buried her head in Yousef’s chest, unable to watch her brother get ripped to shreds. Yousef flinched in surprise. She was so close that he could feel her pounding heartbeat through their clothes. I'm sure she doesn't realize that she's this close to me, he thought. Hmm, she smells so good. What is that, roses? Focus! Your best friend is being attacked by a wolf! Yousef tentatively placed a hand on Sana's shoulder to comfort her. “I can’t do this,” Sana said. Her words were garbled. “I can’t watch Elias die. God, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so, so sorry.” Yousef thought to ask her why she felt like she was to blame, but the wolf howled again and relinquished its triumphant mount atop Elias’ abdomen. Elias scrambled to his feet and began walking slowly to the car. The wolf circled him. Elias and the wolf were engaged in a bizarre dance. Elias learned the steps quickly. The wolf would allow him to take a few steps forward and then would catch up with him. Elias figured that he could do this until he got to the car. After a while, the creature stopped following him. Sana and Yousef breathed a sigh of relief. Elias reached the car and crept cautiously toward the side door. He was so close. Just a few more steps, he thought, and then I’m safe. Then we can all go home. In a split second, the wolf lunged for him. It curled nimble claws around Elias’ leg and yanked him to the ground. Unmitigated terror contorted Yousef’s smile into a grimace. Sana was frozen, unable to look away. Alabaster moonlight illuminated the gruesome scene. Time progressed at a snail’s pace. Before Elias could even process what was happening, pain exploded in his left arm. A scream emitted from his lips like a siren. Sana and Yousef observed in shock. They expected the wolf to devour him on the spot. Instead, it howled again at the stars, revealing bloody incisors. It took a last look at its victim and then slunk away, as if ashamed of harming him. When Sana and Yousef were certain that it wasn’t coming back for more, they sprung out of the car and ran to Elias. By the time they were there, Elias was standing in a small pool of his own blood with a baffled expression on his face. His left arm, the arm the wolf had just sunk its teeth into, was barely bruised. He turned away from his sister and friend. The wolf was still plodding down the road. He faced the others again. Sana’s jaw dropped. “Didn’t that wolf just-” “Yeah,” Elias interrupted. “Yeah, it did.” He shook his head in disbelief. The three of them peered down the lane again. The wolf turned back to them. Right before their eyes, it began to transform. The thick fur blanketing its body was replaced with skin. Its bone structure contorted. Fangs and claws retracted into fingernails, toenails, teeth. It stood upright. Blonde hair curled gently around a masculine face. It was a man. The wolf had become a man.

notes: thank you for reading! please comment, like, and reblog if you enjoyed this chapter!

#skam #sana skam #yousana writing #sana x yousef #elias skam #elias bakkoush #sana bakkoush #yousef acar #evak #werewolf #yousana #visions-skam #skam au #teen wolf au #i miss skam #i miss teen wolf

[winchesterprincessbride]

Political Animals-Part 11

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Our lives became very difficult after the press found out about Sam and me. The paparazzi hounded us everywhere we went.  Just as Sam had predicted, the election ceased being about our parents and we suddenly became the topic of conversation.

Of course, my mother used the free publicity to her advantage. She released a statement saying she was totally devastated that her dearest daughter had allowed herself to be taken advantage of by such an unscrupulous Alpha as Sam Winchester. And that she hid my Omega status for my protection.

“This is complete and utter bullshit.” I snapped, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. “I’ve never been her dearest anything, and she hid my being an Omega because those PR assholes told her to.”

“You need to calm down, Babe. All this stress isn’t good for you or the babies.” Sam said gently, his large hand caressing my belly.

I had been forced to take a leave of absence from the gallery. As soon as I started to show, the press was everywhere. Julian, my friend who owned the gallery felt awful about it, but I understood.

John was constantly being asked questions about our relationship, and he always gave the same answer. “My son is an adult. His relationship has nothing to do with my campaign. Moving on…..”

One extremely stupid reporter had tried to ambush/interview Dean at the garage, and Dean went nuclear on him. He won’t be making that mistake again.They had even shown up at Cas and Meg’s house, and Cas’ practice, and scared a bunch of his young patients.  I felt terrible.

Sam’s firm has been forced to hire outside security to keep people out. Lucky for us Sam is one of the firm’s top earners so they haven’t even complained about the expense.

With the complete uproar in our lives, I had stuffed the envelope of pictures and the creepy note in a drawer and totally forgotten to mention it to Sam, he already had enough stuff to deal with.  I thought maybe they were from the same person who had tried to blackmail my mother and John.  But then he sent another even creepier package, and Sam got to it first.

I was making dinner and Sam was going through the week’s accumulated mail when I heard his sharp intake of breath and then he cursed. 

“Do you want to tell me just what the fuck this is, Omega?”

Sam rarely used that tone with me, so I knew he meant business. I immediately turned the chicken off and moved it to the back burner.  I dried my hands on a towel and joined him at the table. He had opened a manilla envelope that was mixed in with stuff from his office.

It was a strange mix of items. This time the folded piece of paper read: YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE.

As I flipped through each item, the tight feeling in my chest got worse. There was a picture of me as a child swinging at the playground in Central Park. My father had been pushing me, but my father’s image had been burned from the picture. 

Sam’s long fingers moved over the faded newspaper article. It was from the New York Times heralding my mother’s first artificial heart transplant while she was teaching at NYU. She was pictured with some of her surgical team. Over my mother’s image was written LYING WHORE.

I felt sick when I saw the pamphlet from one of my shows at the gallery. On the back under my mini-biography was written my birth date, underlined several times. There was also one of our professionally-done family Christmas cards this one during my awkward adolescence, complete with glasses and braces, but my father’s face had been gouged out with something sharp.

“I need to show you something, Sam. I’ll be right back.”

Sam raised his eyebrow when I handed him the other envelope. I saw his jaw clench when he got to the pictures of us together, and I knew he was trying to stay calm.

“Before you start yelling, this came the day the press showed up on our doorstep. I thought it was someone trying to blackmail us so I blew it off.” I said defensively.

Sam scrubbed his hand over his face. He suddenly looked very tired and very worried. “We need to show this stuff to my Dad, Y/N. I want to see what he thinks. In the meantime, I don’t want you to go anywhere alone. I think you have a stalker.” He stood behind me and put his arms around me. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

“I’m supposed to have lunch with Cas tomorrow. What should I do?“

“I’m gonna call your brother and bring him up to speed on what’s going on. Then I’m going to call my Dad. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He gathered everything and took it with him, closing the door behind him.

By the time Sam was finished I had dinner ready and waiting. “Cas will pick you up here and bring you back afterward. We are having dinner with Dad and Dean tomorrow to discuss this, okay?”

That night Sam held me close and rubbed my already-swelling belly. “So what kind of wedding do you think you want? Something big and fancy?”

“No! I’ve had enough big and fancy crap with my mother to last me a lifetime. I think I’d like just us. And maybe your Dad, Dean, and Cas. And a party later when I am not so rotund.”

Sam tucked his head into the curve of my neck where he had marked me. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. ” You are beautiful, ‘mega. My Dad is golf buddies with the Mayor. Did you know he can marry people? And by the way…. Your belly full of my pups is just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.“ He growled, his voice doing all kinds of things to me.

“So you want to marry me now before I need a crane to get me out of bed, is that what your telling me?” I teased, pressing my lips to his.

“Woman, if you had any idea how freaking amazing you smell when you are pregnant……” Sam groaned.

“I bet I taste even better,” I whispered seductively.

Later Sam agreed I did.

The next day, a solemn Cas came to get me for lunch.  I could tell he was worried.  “Sam told me about the stuff in the mail.”  He said once we were in the car.  “Why would anyone target you specifically?” He asked me.

“I haven’t told Sam this yet, but I think it has something to do with Mom.”

Cas was concentrating on driving, but I could tell he was surprised. “Mom? Why do you say that, Y/N?”

I took a deep breath.  “There is something I haven’t told you, Castiel.”

He guided the car to the side of the road and stopped.  “You’re making me nervous.  You only call me Castiel when you’re in trouble.”

“Remember the day Mom and I had our last big fight?” I asked.

“How could I forget? My ears are still ringing.” He joked.

“Mom told me that day that Charles Novak wasn’t my real father.  That she’d had an affair with one of her med students when she was at NYU.  Dad found out and threatened her with never seeing you again if she didn’t break it off, so she told me anyway.

Cas was silent for a long moment. “Do you believe her?” He asked.

“I don’t know.  She told me he died a year later.  But Mom said the reason she hates me is that every time she looks at me I remind her of what she gave up. She also lied to me about my trust, Cas  She never had control over it, Dad made sure of that.  I had full control when I turned 21.”

Cas looked shocked. “I don’t know what to say.  She always told me she controlled your trust. I never questioned her.”

“There isn’t anything TO say.  I don’t think she and I can come back from this.  Not this time.  I just needed you to understand why.” A tear slipped unbidden down my cheek.

He nodded solemnly. “I do, Sis. I am so sorry for everything she has put you through.”

After lunch, Cas drove me home and deposited me in Sam’s arms.  “Please keep me informed.”  He said to Sam before leaving.  Sam promised he would.

Lunch with Cas had tired me out, so I took a nap before we went over to John’s.  It was rare that he had a night off from campaigning, and I felt bad that he had to entertain us.  Jo wasn’t able to be there until later so it was just me and the three Winchester men.

John promised to speak to the Mayor during their Friday golf game about marrying us before he effortlessly slipped back into detective mode.  “Is there anyone you can think of who would have a grudge against you, Y/N?” he asked me.

“What? No!” I said adamantly.

“It seems like this person wants her to know he can get to her no matter what,” Dean commented, flipping through the pictures.

“So the envelope of pictures came first?” John asked.

“Yes, but I saw it second because Y/N didn’t tell me about it until later,” Sam commented.

“And this other stuff, what is the connecting thread?” John asked out loud.

I turned to Sam.  “I think this has to do with my mother, Sam.”

“Why do you say that, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“My Mom told me recently that Charles Novak wasn’t my real father.  I didn’t believe her, I still don’t know if I do, but I think this person is someone from my mother’s past.”

I told them word for word everything my Mom had told me. “I don’t know if any of it is true. My mother consistently lies to me.”

Jo breezed in at that moment from work, all smiles and full of excited chatter at my rounded belly. I needed to talk about something else for a while so I turned to Sam.  “Your pups want gelato! Can we walk down to Caruso’s and get some?”

Jo clapped her hands happily.  There is a boutique on the way that has the cutest baby stuff! Let’s go look!”

John begged off, saying he had work to do, so the four of us went.  Dean was more interested in the gelato than the baby stuff, but he was being a good boyfriend.  He casually mentioned he hoped he had two boys so he could teach them about cars and be the “cool uncle”.

The boutique had some really neat things.  In the back of the store was a race car bed, and Dean began arguing with Sam over why his son needed a race-car bed.  Jo went back to intervene.

I was toward the front of the store looking at a hand-painted piggy bank when I felt a chill down my spine and I looked up.  There standing on the curb was a man in a black coat.  His eyes were slightly manic.  He held up a sign.  It said in block letters THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU.  Then he turned and crossed the street, disappearing into the throng of people.

“No, wait!” I yelled.

I dropped the bank I was holding and bolted for the door, desperate to catch up with the guy with the sign.  It was him.  I just knew it!  The bank shattered on impact but I kept going.

Sam was already moving in my direction as soon as I spoke, Dean a second later.  Jo threw some money at the cashier for the bank.  I could just catch a glimpse of the man hurrying through the crowd on the other side of the street.  I quickly stepped off the curb and dashed in the street to try and catch him.

I was so intent on not losing sight of the man I never even saw the car.  The last thing I heard was Sam scream my name, “Y/N look out!” Then I felt a jolt and pain and everything went black.

Part 12

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[curlsncarryons]

After a long day’s journey through the sites of Mardrid, the sun was low in the sky as I stumbled upon Mercado de San Miguel. My eyes feasted on the crystal clear glass structure being held up by iron beams winding across the ceiling. Through the walls, you could see produce displayed like a vibrant rainbow.

Through the main entrance, an assortment of bartenders poured beer and served ready-made tapas. The high-top seating around each mini-venue within the structure was filled with locals enjoying their friends. If that wasnt enough to draw me inside, my growling stomach made the final call. As I entered, the crowd’s energy filled in the gaps of my isolated day. This was my first time to Madrid and my first solo trip. As beautiful as the architecture was, I needed to connect and talk to a real live person. “Buenas! Necisito una cerveza por favor.” The bartender smirked at my efforts and poured me what was on tap. “Que es esto?” I pointed to the small toasted bread with a paste mixture piled high on top, underneath a crystal cake dome. He stared a me for a moment as if measuring the level of my Spanish.

“Salmon,” he replied in his romantic accent. He handed it over and said, “cinco” for both the beer and the tapa. The crispy bread, the fresh salmon, with a mixture of light cream cheese and tomato, paired well with the local beer. All at once, I felt more at ease than I had all day.

I turned to the older gentleman that settled in next to me, gestured to my tapa and said, “es muy bueno.” He also smirked at my efforts. I appreciated that Spaniards weren’t completely offended or completely amused by my attempts to string together sentences. He ordered the same beer and salmon that I had and took delight in the liveliness of the building.

“De donde eres?” I told him I was from California, he smiled and switched to English. “Aw… I love California.” He told me he was an expatriate from Italy and that he was never ever moving back. He said that Madrid had better weather than Italy and London, the people were more vibrant and there was more to do here. He waved his beer and said, “I come here every night and I eat at every bar inside to make tapas. Its great fun! You should do that tonight.” He ate the last morsel of his salmon, bid me “adios” and kissed me on both cheeks. I couldn’t help but dwell on what a beautiful Italian man he was even if he was twice my age.

Taking his advice, I finished my beer and moved on to the next thing that caught my attention. I floated passed bar after bar within the Mercado de San Miguel, each with its own style of vintage light fixtures, and its own bar-top textures of oak, marble or metal. Each bar served something entirely different with its own environment to match. I stopped at the wine bar with metal and wood decor and ordered “Porto, por favor!” Enrique was tawny, beautiful and the light danced on his dark eyes as he poured the Portuguese wine into a small after-dinner glass. He complimented my hair and asked me where I was from. I was a sunflower among lilies and it took me all day to realize this. Subconsciously, I had touched down in Spain with Latin America in the back of my mind. But this was not the overtly sexual, smiling Latin America. This was Europe, and while the people were also flirtatious in Madrid, it was done assertively, with a dead-pan straight face. All day, I thought people were gawking because perhaps, I was not welcomed, but it was the furthest thing from the truth. “Como se llama, guapa?” I blushed a little as I told him and his famed Spaniard lisp took on the “s” in my name, lingering there as he grinned and poured a little more Port in my glass. “Dos, Anaïs.” I handed him the coin with two euros printed on it. The Port was an incredible balance of sweet and striking. As the wine put me in the right spirit, another older gentleman approached and ordered a full body red, in English. Admittedly, it felt so good to her my native language and even more so that it was accented. Enrique complied, allowed him to taste the wine and then poured more. I turned my attention to the rest of the building. Now the crowd had grown significantly, but it still felt intimate with the romantic low lighting sparkling off of the glass walls. There was a middle area with benches and tables that welcomed you to sit amongst your old friends and next to what could be your new friends. The older gentleman laughed with Enrique and I turned back.

“I’m from Australia. Well I’m Irish and British, but I’ve lived in Australia for decades now.” Before there was a moment’s hesitation, I was joining the conversation and telling them where I was from. Enrique gave me a wink and went on to tend to another patron while Julian, from Australia, became my new friend. He was tall with dirty blonde hair pushed back like a surfer turned businessman. The sun had deepened the age-lines in his face. His shoulders were broad, and although he carried himself with power, there was an approachability to his smile that felt easy. He was there in Madrid in between business meetings, “selling luxury goods to international buyers in Switzerland.”

“You’re a spy!” I smiled, taking another sip from my glass. It was an inside joke to myself because a German man had once accosted me with the same accusation in the Frankfurt airport. Julian chuckled and clarified that he was blessed with a career that he loved and that he was now the global director of the company. As we conversed, we were edged away from Enrique’s wine bar and became cattacornered towards each other, leaning on an opposing pillar. We laughed into each other’s space and spoke animatedly, moving from career to our mutual love of travel to #45. We both agreed on what an incompetent embarrassment he was and that his racist and bigoted hate needed to be stopped somehow. I explained to him the four points of how I believed the Cheeto groped his way into office and he explained to me that the British were similarly fooled into Brexit.

Before either of us knew it, our glasses needed filling. “I’m going to see what else is worth having.”

“Well, Anaïs. It was my pleasure.” His accent did just what British accents do, make everything sound more posh and yet the Aussie in his voice, kept him grounded.

“I’m sure you’ll see me around here again.”

“Oh yea, you’re hard to miss.” We clinked our glasses in cheers and parted ways.

I finally made my way to the far side of the building where there was a focus on pastries. I avoided those counters and steered towards more seafood. “Guapa!” Hoping that compliment was for me, I turned my head to face a young man almost as golden as me serving fresh oysters. “De donde eres?”

His accent was so thick, I didnt realize what he was asking and I replied, “como?”

“Where-you-from?” I told him and realized we’d have to continue in Spanish as much as I could. He cut open an oyster for me and put a tiny fork on a plate. “Bailas?” I looked at him as if to say DUH! And nodded my head with vigor. He had the dead-pan Spaniard look I had seen all day, but before I knew it he was asking for my WhatsApp number so that I could go dancing with he and his friends after their shift. Enrique suddenly approached from the right to borrow more wine glasses. In my mind, I hadn’t realized that sharing service items between the different bars was even allowed. Shuuuuu, I thought to myself, if Enrique is going to baila later, I’m going to baila later! Just as I was saving my number to Bryan’s phone, I felt somewhat surprised to see Julian walking up to me with a fresh glass of wine in tow.

  …..Stay tuned for El Segunda Parte (Part Two) including the snaps from that night.

Thanks for joining me!

(All photos in this post belong to the author.)

A Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Primera Parte) After a long day's journey through the sites of Mardrid, the sun was low in the sky as I stumbled upon Mercado de San Miguel.

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[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

A Pixane Wedding

Cheesy title but figured go for the other wedding people want

     The wedding was beautiful, set in birchwood forest as a backdrop the trees seemed to glitter with the freshly fallen snow that covered some of the branches the aisle area itself glistened like a jewel, she had wanted nothing extravagant but her Creator insisted on spoiling his only Daughter so the place was decorated from birch tree to birch tree the chairs had silver bows and white covers, Ivy and morning glories made of silver winded it's way down the main aisle

Cole couldn't help but tug at the collar of his suit it felt so unnatural for him he tried reminding himself that this was for Zane but even then that barely helped,  each of them wore colored Tuxes that matched with their elemental abilities Dareth and Ronin which sat in the audience looked equally as uncomfortable he didn't miss the fact that Dareth had his hand on Ronins knee even though they were standing behind near Zanes tent

    In the made up tent on the other side, Pixal kept looking at her dress, pacing and looking Nya sighed and crossed her arms

"Pixal calm down everything is going to be alright let's get you into your dress and then you can panic okay"

Pixal nodded and with Nya's help slipped into her floor length satin and tulle ballgown dress, it was absolutely gorgeous according to everyone from the long sleeve top that was made out of lace to to high neckline that held the air of modesty which she thoroughly enjoyed

 "Is it safe?" Dareths voice filtered in Nya called that it was Dareth gasped seeing Pixal

"Zanes going to short circuit when he sees you"

Pixal looked down shyly blushing Nya chuckled

"You should've seen her a few moments ago she's a nervous wreck"

"Oh darling what bride isn't let's be honest, now can you give me a little twirl "

Pixal slowly turned in a circle for him and he nodded

"Exactly what I needed if you trust me I know what to do for you"

Pixal nodded

"Because I know I have a group who'll go after you if you do anything brash"

Dareth laughed agreeing he turned to his makeup kit

"Now where are my oh no "

"What?"

"I left my makeup brush bag at home, I had it on the counter and was going to grab it but we were running late and I forgot"

Nya pulled out her own makeup bag

"Don't worry thank goodness I took the initiative and brought some of mine today as back up"

Dareth looked relieved

"You're a lifesaver you know that"

Nya shrugged

"I do what I can"

The media and those covering the whole affair where given a sheet of rules along with rice to throw which was given to everyone

"Feels like yesterday it was just the 4 of us single teenagers in that cramped monastery being total idiots and somehow saving Ninjago now one of us is off to the Ball and chain life" Jay joked

The others had to smirk at that

"Hey your heading that way with Nya remember" Cole quipped

Jay gulped and looked at Kai who was glaring hands on his hips

"Hey Hey she's still way too young to be married" he defended

“She's 20 years old let go of it already “ Cole jabbed as he looked up as the pre-march music played

Back in the tent the girls heard the song start Nya carefully hugged Pixal as she said

"Guess it's our time to go good luck like you'll need it though with your catch"

Pixal laughed as Nya let go, she and Skylar walked out Skylar linked arms with Cole and Nya with Jay she held back the urge to smack her brother as she heard the low growl come from him instead she threw a glare over her shoulder at him

Everyone was silent in awe and respect, as the Bridesmaids and Groomsmen made their way down ,,it seemed as though if Zane was nervous he wasn't showing it outwardly as his best men lined up beside him and the bridesmaids went to the other side he anxiously looked at the tent which she would emerge from watching as Cyrus wheeled in

     Lloyd was the one officiating the ceremony as he had the powers as the Grandson of their lands creator to marry whomever he wanted together he came around and shook Zanes hand smiling   Pixal heard the music change and knew it would be her soon she would be Mrs Julian in just a few short moments her father wheeled in

"You ready"

"As I'm ever going to be"

She leaned down and placed a kiss to his cheek she saw tears in his eyes as he moved her veil so it covered her face

"I never thought I'd see the day one of my beloved Creations who came to be like a daughter to me would find love and be married you don't know how proud I am to be your creator your father"

She smiled carefully kneeling she hugged him

"I love you Dad"

"I love you too sweetheart"

She stood up dabbing at her eyes they both stood arm in arm as together they left the tent  Zane didn't know he'd stopped breathing when he finally saw his bride to be come out of the tent as soon as her foot stepped on the carpet he wanted to scoop her up and run away with her he did not know he could feel so much emotion for someone else now he was tearing up at how beautiful she looked as she walked down the isle slowly and carefully so her Father could keep up

     Pixal felt the cameras and eyes on her as she left the tent swallowing she took one step then another once she reached the beginning of the strip of carpet it was easy for her, Zane stood at the end of the aisle absolutely beaming and wiping his eyes as he watched her  

Once they reached the end Pixal leaned down and gave her Dad a hug

     He shook Zanes hand then hugged him afterwards he said

"You take good care of my baby girl you hear me"

This made a few people laugh as Zane nodded as the man wheeled to his spot

The world seemed to melt away and it was only the two of them as he lifted Pixal’s veil and joined hands

“You may now be seated or in Ronins case stay seated" Lloyd looked at said man who only shrugged making everyone laugh while Dareth rolled his eyes

He smiled as he looked to the two in front of him

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to witness this man and woman join together in holy matrimony “

They exchanged vows then little Nelson came walking up the aisle stoically holding the pillow containing the rings on it, Lloyd laughed as well as others at how serious the little boy was taking his task, he held it up to the two Pixal picked up Zanes ring with a smile and nod she then slid the ring onto Zanes finger he did the same with hers

“Now before the Aural Joining is there anyone who does not wish for these two to be wed speak now or forever hold your peace as there is no going back “

Lloyd looked over the audience once satisfied he then touched the two of them and everyone watched as two streams of light a lilac purple from Pixal and a silver from Zane appeared around their conjoined hands and twisted and turned into one singular stream

“by the powers vested in me by my grandfather our Founder I now pronounce you joined, you may kiss your bride”

He smirked and stepped back, Zane cupped her cheeks and kissed her to cheering and applause she leaned into it earning a whistle from Jay they finally separated and ran down the aisle hand in hand as rice was thrown

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