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agentofscifi · 4 years

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Super Genius Ch. 3

I march my way through the complex, ignoring the stares off all of the Avengers. My Dad is biting into a bagel as I stop next to him. He swallows quickly. “Happy Birthday Kiddo!”

I feel my eye twitch. “Peter, Peni, Miles, Anya, and Gwen have all been bitten by radioactive spiders. MJ and Ned seem to be some sort of Superhero backup. Riri and Harley recreated your tech in garages. Are any of these kids normal?”

My Dad flushes. “How’s you find out?”

“Peter got surprised, jumped, landed on the ceiling and then stayed there! This is not normal!”

My Dad opens and closes his mouth. “I can explain!”

I raise an eyebrow. “Explain what? How every one of your new interns is either helping a superhero, is a superhero, or is on their way to being a Superhero? What is this, the Junior Avengers?”

My Dad rolls his eyes. “I haven’t coined a name yet, and don’t you mean everyone but you?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe.” It didn’t matter as much now. My parents in France were told about me being Ladybug after I became the Guardian. The kids all already knew. Harley had looked in my bag for my charging cord last night only to find Tikki. This would be when Peter freaked out and got stuck on the ceiling. Giant talking bugs were not normal in New York, according to Peter. Either way, my superhero ID had already known to the rest of the kids.

My Dad does a double take. “What does “maybe” mean?”

I shrug. “Maybe means that I was given a pair of magical earrings with a tiny goddess that’s attached to them when I was 12 and that I’ve been fighting a magical terrorist for the past 3 years while in Paris.”

Everyone is looking at me once again. My Father is blinking rapidly. “This is a joke, right?”

Tikki suddenly pops up in the air next to me. “Hi, I’m Tikki! I’m the Ladybug Kawami.”

A disheveled Clint looks up from his cup of coffee before slowly grabbing a newspaper and rolling it up. “Stark, don’t move. There’s a giant floating bug.”

I reach forward and snatch the newspaper from his hand. “She’s a goddess.”

Clint closes his eyes slowly. “So, no huge bug bites from the giant floating bug goddess?”

I resist the urge to facepalm. “No, there won’t be any bug bites. Drink your coffee.” Clint nods and slowly starts to sip on his coffee again.

My Dad clears his throat. “Magical terrorist?”

“Who uses evil butterflies to possess people.”

My Dad stares at me then looks to the ceiling. “FRIDAY? Is my daughter on drugs?”

“No, Mr. Stark. Further research has turned up a few blogs and news articles speaking of Ladybug, Chat Noir, and several other heroes fighting a Hawkmoth and Mayura.”

My Dad furrows his brow. “Is Paris on drugs?”

I roll my eyes. “No, Dad. This is not the point. Are you, or are you not, starting some kind of Junior Justice League?”

My father gives me a playful glare. “Mari, you know me. I’m just mentoring.”

“So you are starting a Junior Justice League.” I throw my hands into the air. “You have got to be kidding me!”

“Marinette!” My Dad is whining now, like a child.

I roll my eyes and decide to skip out on the rest of my questions involving my Father’s collection of teenage superheroes. “Dinner with Pepper, Rodney, and Happy tonight?”

He smiles. “Of course, at your favorite restaurant!”

I peak him on the cheek. “Love you Dad!” I twist around on my heels and hit the button for the elevator.

Sam blinks as I step into the elevator. Tikki waves at Sam, who hesitantly waves back. “What’s with the floating giant bug in the elevator?”

“The tiny goddess attached to Tony’s kid’s earrings that she used to fight a magical terrorist in France that’s possessing people with butterflies.” Natasha leans back in her seat, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Sam rubs his eyes and looks back at Tikki, who is still waving cheekily. “I’m going back to bed.”

The elevator door closes as Sam turns back around to go to bed.

A few seconds later I end up back in the Teen living room. Harley looks up as I walk back in. “So, are we the Junior Justice League?”

“Yup. You guys ready for today?”

Ned briefly throws his hands up in the air. “5 Days of Star Wars in less than 24 hours!”

MJ rolls her eyes as she finishes up the shopping list. “It’s 7 days Ned. We need to sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak!” Peni sitting on top of her robot, her spider resting on her shoulder.

Anya sighs and runs a hand over her face. “I cannot believe I am doing this.”

My mouth splits wide open. “Doing what Anya? Adding an AI to the Avengers Tower, freeing ourselves of the Baby Monitors, and rebelling form the man upstairs.”

Gwen looks over the back of the couch with a raised eyebrow. “Is the man your father?”

“Yes and if he was in my shoes, he’d be doing the exact same thing.”

Gwen shrugs. “Probably.”

“I’m sorry!” Peter looks around at all of us. “Are we all just going to go with the tiny goddess living in our...apartment, the girl with magical earrings, and the terrorist in Paris with magical butterflies possessing people?”

“Peter,” Miles looks up from the sketch book in his hand. “There's a wizard with a semi-sentiate cape living in New York. The tiny goddess makes more sense than the cape. The evil butterflies, I’ll give you that. That’s just weird.”

I click my tongue. “Says the kid who developed invisibility after being bitten by a spider. That’s weird.”

Miles holds his hands up. “Agree to disagree.” He reaches down and holds up his paper. It was done in colored pencil, but was drawn as if it was spray painted. It was a large yin-yang symbol, however, a spider sat in the Yin circle of the Yang side and the arc reactor symbol sat in the Yang circle of the Yin side. “What do you think?”

“I think we need to add spray paint to the shopping list. We have our symbol of rebellion.”

Harley shrugs again. “Or the symbol of our Junior Avengers?”

Riri glares up at Harley. “Way to ruin the moment, country boy.”

Back in Paris

Lila’s POV

Alya squeals as Miss. Bustier smiles before the collection of students. Technically, Lycée was out for the year, but after months of fundraising and paperwork, the Akuma Class of Lycée Françoise Dupont was attending the International Technology Showcase in Washington D.C. in 2 months. A sizable anonymous donation was sent to the school. I had already spun a story telling all of my sheep that Tony Stark sent the money so that we could see the Showcase in D.C.

Max had already planned on attending the showcase this summer, as he was showing off a computer program of his. With the announcement that the school would be covering the rest of the trip, several other students in the class were considering adding their own inventions to the showcase. I would have to whip something up and then maybe I’d be able to catch the eye of someone at the showcase. Science wasn’t where I wanted to end up, but winning some award at a huge competition for a bunch of nerds would look great on my portfolio.

I give a loud sigh. “This sounds great, but unfortunately, my designs went missing. I had this amazing idea that I worked out with Tony Stark. The equations and blueprints disappeared out of my bag on the last day of school.” 3, 2, 1, and!

Alya gasps. “I bet it was Marinette, just like your laptop Lila!”

“Did you ever go to the police, Lila?” Rose is giving me one of those obnoxious smiles.

“I tried, but since I didn’t have any proof, they said they couldn’t do much. Marinette must have reset the tablet.” I give a few sniffs as the class tries to comfort me.

“You know, I bet if we told Marinette’s parents they’d believe us!” Alya stands up from the benches just outside the school. “I bet they’ll force Marientte to give back Lila’s laptop.”

A brief wave of shock rolls over me. That was something I hadn’t considered yet, turning Ms. Goodie-Tooshoe’s parents against her. The iPad idea might not work alone, but with all the other stories I had made up, I could probably convince them. “Well, if you think it’s the best thing to do.”

The whole class makes their way over to the bakery, Alya at the lead. I let the class escort me over, as if I didn’t want to be bothering the two bakers.

Alya slams open the front door, the bell’s ring catching the attention of the two people behind the register, as well as the woman attempting to order. Both of Marientte’s parents give the class smiles, however, they seem hesitant. “Hello kids,” Marinette’s mother waves to us. “I’ll be with you in a second.”

Alya, instead, marches her way towards the counter and pushes the woman aside. “Mrs. Dupain-Cheng, we have something important to talk to you about!”

Said woman’s smile falls instantly as the other woman rubs her side. I immediately knew this wouldn’t go to plan. I’d have to adapt to get things my way. “Alya, I’m with a customer. It will have to wait a few minutes.”

Alya rolls her eyes. “This is more important. Where’s Marinette?”

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng crosses her arms over her chest. “Marinette isn’t here. What is this all about?”

“Mari’s been bullying Lila!” Alya points back to me and I give a small wave. “She’s stolen things from her, called her a liar, has sent mean texts, and just a few days ago, she took Lila’s iPad and some tech plans Lila worked out with Tony Stark.”

Marinette’s parents share a look before her mother bursts out laughing. Alya rears back her head in shock and I can’t even hide my surprise. Mrs. Dupain-Cheng looks back at us. “Marinette didn’t steal any tech plans. She doesn’t need to.”

Alya opens and closes her mouth a few times. “What! Of course she does! She’s a complete scatterbrain.”

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng’s eyes darken. “My daughter skipped a year of school and still had the best grades in your class, hell, in your year. She managed to have these top grades while juggling her class’ work, class representative duties and all of your outrageous requests that were usual last minute and always free.”

Several of my classmates are red or pale after those words. This was not going my way at all. I give Marinette’s mother a big smile. “Well, that’s what friends do, they help each other.”

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng raises an eyebrow. “Right. I suppose this is why my daughter spent countless nights and hundreds of euros on fabrics for commission she was never paid for. Or, why Marinette was told she’d be babysitting three little kids for free while their older siblings went on dates with the money their parents gave them for babysitting. Or why she was told she was being selfish everytime she tried to ask for help.”

I let my smile fall. This was not going to plan at all. “She stole things from Lila!” Alya has a look of disbelief on her face. “She stole important work. So what if Marinette’s a year ahead. Max still has way better grades than her. You’ll see next year when we restart classes.”

Max’s chest puffs out in pride. I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Mrs. Dupain-Cheng just raises an eyebrow. “Go to the police then, if my daughter has stolen something. As for next year, Marinette graduated Lycée last week after years of working ahead. She’s attending MIT in the fall.”

This could not be happening. Adrien looks at Marinette’s mother with shocked eyes. “Why didn’t she tell us?”

At the same time Alya screams. “What!”

The eyebrow is raised even high. “Because you told my daughter that you weren’t friends with her anymore. Now, you had barged into my shop, pushed a client, and rudely interrupted a sale. Please leave!”

“But-”

“Now!” The class scurried out the door, me along with them. Marinette’s mother looked truly angry.

We all stand outside the shop, several of my sheep looking completely confused. Since when was Ms. Goodie-Goodie smart enough to graduate two years early?

I huff and I slowly make my way up the staircase of the Dupain-Cheng home. I need something for this showcase and if Marientte is as smart as her mother says she is, then she’d have something. I managed to pick the lock of the bakery and make my way up to the attic that Marinette called a room.

It was bare. That was the best way to describe the room. All of the walls were empty of decorations. The desk had nothing on it either. All that was left was the basic furniture and the sheets on the bed. I try all of the desk drawers and even under the bed, nothing. Then, I remember it the board Alya told me about. The schedule of Adrien’s that Marinette had kept.

I rooted around at the edge of the bed until I found it. The edge of the board. Smiling, I pull it all the way down. It was several layers of plans on top of each other. There were details about several apps, some green projects and well as some super resistant fabric for firefighters. What really caught my eye was the equations and blue prints for a small device that would wirelessly charge any device in a 50 radius. I snap photos of all layers of plans. If I could get this stuff out there, I could make thousands, and all with the help of Marinette. The only issue would be if Marinette came after me for stealing her work. Who was I kidding, that wouldn’t be an issue. I’d just shed some tears and tell everyone about Marinette’s bullying. I had school records to back me up. It’s not like anyone would believe her if she said she did the work.

New York City

Marinette’s POV

I click my tongue as a notification pops up on my phone. After Chloe had broken into my room I’d set up security cameras and motion sensor alerts in case anyone else tried something. A good idea seeing as Lila was currently picking at things in my room. I raise an eyebrow as she pulls down my chart and starts to take photos of my inventions on there.

“Everything alright?” Riri stops at shoulder and looks over at the phone. “What is she doing?”

“She is taking photos of my ideas. The coding for a few apps, blueprints for some green energy things, the information required for my super resistant firefighter fabric and an invention I got a patent back on last week. It goes on sale in a month with Stark Industries.”

“Cool. How does she expect to get away with this?”

“Didn’t you hear!” I pick up an overly fake fangirl tone of voice. “It’s Lila Rossi! She’s Ladybug’s best friend, she saved Jagged Stone’s kitten, she does all kinds of environmental charities with Prince Ali, she helps the Avengers and all while having arthritis, sprained ankles and wrists, and tinnitus that switches ears every few hours.”

Peter stops in the middle of the living room, a look of complete confusion on his face. “I thought Jagged Stone had a crocodile?”

“He does Peter.”

“Since when does Tinnitus switch ears?” Peter is still confused.

“Since she saved Jagged Stone’s cat from an airplane.”

Harley snorts from the edge of the kitchen. “This sounds like fantasy.”

I groan. “You’d think, but my class all believes her. Max made a freaking A.I robot, with emotions, but believes that a paper napkin could cut his eye. He wears glasses.”

“What did Hawkmoth lower your class’ IQs or something?” Anya settles down into the nest we had made in the past hour.

“A leading theory.”

The phone rings with a facetime request. I hit the accept button and my father’s face pops up with a stack of papers in his hands. “What is this?”

I raise an eyebrow. “You got our declaration of independence.”

My father looks unimpressed. “What is this?”

Riri is grinning next to me. “Our declaration of independence.”

“What does that mean?” I can’t but laugh at the confused expression on my Dad’s face.

Harley pops up on my other shoulder. “No baby monitoring protocols!”

“Junk food all day!” Miles yells from his spot.

“No bedtime!” Peni is cheering. Sometimes I forget how young she is.

There’s laughing in the background from my father’s end. “Tony, are the kids beating you up?” I recognize Bucky’s voice in the background.

My father ignores the comment. “How did you block FRIDAY?”

“Simple, I added in my own AI. I left the backdoor open years ago.”

“You have an AI?” My father’s face is torn between confusion and pride.

“JADA. Junior Avengers Defying Adults.”

“Mari!” My Dad is whining again.

“You have 5-6 days to review our Declaration, we will be occupied during this time. We have a lawyer, for the record.”

“Do I want to know what you’ll be doing?”

“Star Wars marathon. All 12 movies, along with all 7 seasons of Clone Wars, the first season of the Bad Batch, all 4 seasons of Rebels, and the two seasons of The Mandalorian. If we don’t sleep, it’s roughly 7711 minutes of Star Wars, which is 128 hours and 31 minutes or 5 days and eight hours. So, when you see us again is entirely dependent on how long we can go without sleep.”

“I worry about you sometimes.”

“ I’ve got to go. Ned just put in the first film.”

“Just one question. What is on the floor behind you?”

I looked over my shoulder at the nest that had been put together over the past hour. Riri was settling into her spot. “That’s 6 mattresses, 19 blankets, and about a dozen pillows.”

“Why?”

“Couches are boring.”

“Ok, now I’m worried about all of you.”

“Goodbye Dad!”

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#lila salt #alya salt #miraculous ladybug #avengers #marinette deserves better #Tony Stark #class salt #bustier salt #Marinete is Tony Stark's Kid #peter parker #super genius marinette

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applsauss · 4 years

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Jump | War-tober #2

Description: A Training Jump. (Preview of my Joe Toye/Reader chapter fic titled ‘Lightning Bugs in July’)

Fandom: Band of Brothers

 Pairing:  Joseph Toye/Reader

Word Count:  1.1k+

Warning(s): None.

The chop of the propellers vibrates through the thin hull of the plane and straight to your teeth. There is a bit of a ruckus as the guys tool around, trading fibs and jokes and scathing remarks.

You roll your eyes at Penkala and Malarkey shouting over the sound of the engines, more interested in the hysterical way they try to get their points across than having actual conversation. Hubs is next to you, gnawing on a cardboard bread roll he snuck into his pocket right before you left. Joe Toye is at the other end of the plane blowing smoke. You wonder faintly if Flash Gordon would like the taste of Lucky Strikes the same way.

You are strapped down with all your machine gun; the stand, the gun, and enough ammo to tear through a jeep twice. It is like the weight of the Earth bearing down on you. You've jumped twice without the gear, and this is your first time buckled down with it, fixing to jump out of, as everyone back home puts it, 'a perfectly good aeroplane.'

The few of you that are loaded to the teeth with heavy equipment look absolutely ridiculous, and are pathetic trying to get around on their own. Malarkey had been bitching in your ear about how much the mortar unit weighed when you'd both watched Christenson, also loaded with his machine gun, take a step, list sideways, then collapse into a heap on the tarmac over by First Platoon.

His arms were free and flailing around, but the rest of him was glued to the concrete, and it took three men to get him standing again. You'd laughed until it took three guys to load you into the plane, and Malarkey four, alongside a split lip after he tripped going up the stairs and caught himself with his face.

The light by the door turns red. Second Lieutenant Nixon's at the front of the plane. He stands, clips himself to the line, then gestures with both hands for the rest of you to stand as well. Liebgott and Rogers, who are sitting across from you, hoist you up to stand with them, and file into line with you.

Nixon shouts something, but you can't hear him. He pats down the front of his harness, and you immediately begin checking Liebgott's equipment in front of you while Rogers jostles you around, checking yours.

Nixon cups his ears and shouts once more. You stand, waiting for the tap on your shoulder, and are surprised regardless when Rogers shouts in your ear, "six okay!"

"Five okay!" you shout reflexively, smacking Liebgott's shoulder.

The light turns green.

Then you are out of the plane.

The force of the wind makes your eyes water, then dry. You squeeze them shut and hold onto your webbing tightly.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand --

You scramble for the release on your chute, then pull it as hard as you can away from your body. The pilot chute flies out, you feel the tug, then the rest of your chute is dragged from its bag. Your entire body is yanked from free-fall. It knocks the wind out of you. You grunt loudly, grinding your teeth, then grasp the risers and for the first time, take in your surroundings.

It is an indescribable sight, hundreds of parachutes at the mercy of the east wind, floating to the ground like dandelion seeds stirred up by the breeze. You cannot tear your eyes away. It is like nothing else.

You hit the ground harder than you had the last time you jumped and crumple straight away under the weight of your extra gear. Your parachute flares, and is pulled like a windsock in the direction of the wind, but thankfully it can barely muster enough strength to drag you along the ground, and you find it easier to cut yourself loose than it had been before.

You stare, star-fished in the grass, as parachutes continue to float to the ground, each one carrying a paratrooper. Then you begin tearing at all the buckles and straps keeping your gear tied down. You manage to pull the machine gun stand, which weighs nearly as much as the gun itself, off, and throw your regular rifle to the ground when you hear a grunt, then a string of bitten swears.

Joe Toye is struggling to cut himself from his parachute, swamped by tall grass and tangled in weeds. He begins tumbling through the field as his parachute catches wind once more, and without thinking, you begin to slog over in his direction, weighed down by your machine gun still.

"Joe!" you call out, and thankfully he is being dragged straight to you. You reach out to try and catch him, but the parachute whips into your face and he bowls right over you.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm sorry!" he grunts as you both hit the ground hard and roll till you're trapped inside the parachute.

"Ow!"

"Shit!"

You're scrabbling for purchase on his harness as he's dragged over you. "Joe! Just -- Let me--!"

"I can't cut it loose--"

The wind whips the chute in another direction, but you're so thoroughly tangled inside it, weighed down by your damn machine gun, that it is unable to move you. Joe is still tied tight, however, something is tangled in his harness, and you fight to tug him loose. You lost your knife in the confusion, and begin searching for it in the folds of the chute until you realize Joe is on top of you and stiller than anything.

You jerk your head up only to find him staring down at you, his face closer than it's ever been before. The wind stops and the parachute floats down around the two of you like a billowing sheet hanging on a clothesline in some movie set in the prairie, where the farm girl twirls her braids and the boy-next-door can't work up the courage to kiss her in the daylight.

Joe Toye's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, he's staring at your face, and his lips are set in a thin line. He’s got Flash Gordon’s jaw. You close your gaping mouth, then swallow thickly. Your face heats up to the point that you begin to worry he might be able to feel the heat radiating off it.

You stare at his lips, and realize faintly that you want to kiss him. Why do you want to kiss him? -- But he's staring at you and you can't help but think that he might want to kiss you, too.

He's looking at you. He's looking right at you, and for the first time, when you search his face for some sort of hint, you realize that he's got lightning bug eyes.

He wavers, sinking his face closer to yours, almost on accident. "Gunner," your name is pulled, broken, from his chest, and the sound startles you both. He jerks back up so he's sitting on his heels, tangled completely in the silk of the parachute, and you immediately shove the growing ball of angst deep inside your chest.

It's not important.

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emotional-blender · 4 years

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chicken pox. nurse!cal au

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he has always been a doting partner bht it was always in his own way. sometimes you felt a pang of jealousy as you listened to your friends talk about things that sounded perfect and movie like; how their boyfriends lit them candles for a bath and went on all inclusive tropical vacations with the coupley pictures to post all over social media. cal always looked kind of awkward with an arm around you in front of a camera. he didn't light you candles just for you to get wrinkly and snooze in the tub. but there were other things, things you didn't bother bragging about because bragging about your boyfriend felt weird. the reason you didn't take tropical vacations accumulating credit you didn't have was because when you asked about it, calum had motioned to the tiny apartment you shared and promised that a house with room for activities would be so much better when you had managed to save enough for the downpayment. you didn't go out on proper dates often but when on a rare shared day off, you decided to take duke for a hike and you got bitten by something weird and itchy, he carefully took the bug from you skin with a tissue.

"why are you doing that?" you asked as he stuck it all wrapped up in a plastic bag from you snacks.

"in case you have a worse reaction later and we need to bring you to the hospital or something. we'll be able to show them exactly what bit you so they can help you best," he explained simply, tucking the baggie into his pocket. as he took hold of your arm gently to inspect it more closely, you felt loved.

everytime one of your friends found a new exciting relationship you felt a tinge of jealousy. you both worked a lot. you worked a desk job with predictable hours and weekends off. calum's days off rolled and rotated. sometimes you went to work while he slept all day and sometimes you were home alone all weekend while he worked 12 hour days. he couldn't guarantee being home for christmas or new years eve. neither of your birthdays or valentine's day was sacred. but you were solid; as the same friends you had been jealous of got their hearts broken by cheating partners or couldn't handle the natural fizzle or a relationship settling into normalcy.

he had always doted in you in his own way. when on his first day off after a bout of night shifts, you woke him up at noon, he wasn't even too grumpy about it, noting the discomfort in your voice as you'd shaken him awake.

"wha's wrong?" he asked lazily as he looked up at you, his curls wild from going to sleep with wet hair. you'd held up your arm, with its red raised dots, tour other hand readying up to itch the back of your neck, then your shoulder.

"i think i'm allergic to something," you explain and he reaches up to rub at his eyes before batting your scratching arm down from your shoulder.

"stop itching," his voice is still raspy from sleep but he's more alert as his eyes travel from the arm yoire holding up to him, to your face and down your chest. you're surprised when he reaches for your shirt lifting it and exposing your stomach. then he let's put a laugh that's slightly unrecognizable.

"what?" you demand and he let's his head flop down to the pillow again, smiling up at you amusedly

"haven't you had a chicken pox vaccine?" he asks curiously. you didn't even know that was a thing. you shake your head, eyes narrowing at him.

"no?" your response hangs in midair and he laughs again and this time you recognize the tone of it as disbelief. you reach up to itch again and he's just as quick, batting your arm down.

"no scratching," he acolds you sleepily before pushing himself up to a sitting position, a hand coming up to feel your forehead with the backs or hos fingers.

"fevers starting," he states as he drops his hand from your skin. it doesn't take him long, his naked body pushing up off the bed and out of the blankets. he leaves you there, disappearing put of the room. you hear him rummaging in the kitchen and when he appears a moment later he's got the canister of instant oatmeal.

"what the fuck?" you look at him like he's got two heads and he rolls his eyes at you.

"you promise you didn't have chicken pox as a kid either?" he asks, biting his lip, clearly thijiig but not letting you in on his thought process. you shake your head.

"okay, well. surprise, you gave them now," he sighs a little and you make a face. that can't possibly be true.

"shouldn't you stay away?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"no, me and mali had them at the same time and when i was in nursing school i had to have a tifre test to make sure i was immune," he explains. "but i really wish more people got vaccines, i hear its really miserable to have as an adult,"

you pout and you can't help the way your eyes fill up with tears and the itching you felt on your shoulder spreads everywhere.

"come on, we're gonna get you in an oatmeal bath and get some calamine on you," he reaches a hand out for you to take, leading you to the ensuite bathroom of the house you'd saved so long to gave a downpayment for.

he runs you a warm bath and tosses in the oatmeal. the water gets cloudy as you sit in it, letting him use a fresh cloth to rub over your arms and back, itching but not scratching. you look down at yourself and it's shocking how fast the few spots you'd noticed that morning have have appeared all over, exponentially. you're covered from head to toe. when your bath is done and you're dry he helps you to cover the spots in pink chalky calamine lotion, fanning you and blowing on the spots so it dries before you get into fresh pyjamas.

"baby, you really gotta not itch," he speaks softly as he motions for you to climb into bed. "i know it sucks but you have to try," you pout as ye disappears again. this time he comes back with a handful of pills and a glass of apple juice from the fridge.

"benadryl and tylenol," he explains, "one for the itching, one for the fever and the pain,"

you're confused because it's just itchy. you don't really feel any pain. but the cocktail of medicine he gave you knocks you put not long after and when you wake up, you can't help but whimper. the itching makes it feel like your body is on fire and when you try to move everything aches. you feel like you got hit by a truck.

"hey, you," he's dressed now, sitting up beside you in the bed, back against the headboard, sleepy as star wars plays on the television in your bedroom. "how ya feelin?"

"like i'm on fire," you whine and turn your head to rest it on his thigh. he's gentle as he runs a hand over your hair.

"gonna feel like that for a little bit," his voice is soft. "i went out and got a lot more benadryl and tylenol, plus advil. i think you'll be more comfortable if you switch from tylenol to advil every four hours and do the benadryl every six for the itch. if you want, we can do another bath and the lotion right now. then i'll get you some food but i wanna peek in your throat and make sure your fever isn't too high cause you feel warm again," it's always interesting to watch your calum, the boy who drinks a beer in the shower on his first day off and who normally let's the work ruck roll off his tongue every other word, go into nurse calum mode at home. it doesn't happen that often and the amount he gives in to babying you when you're sick is how you normally gauge how sick you are. take some cold medicine and go to work means you're really just being whiney. a feel of your forehead and your pulse with a good look and feel at whatever you're complaining about usually means get some rest. but this? a whole plan for meds, regular checks of your temperature and bathing? he means business.

"okay," you agree and lay there pathetically for a moment longer before sitting up with a wince. but he's eight there, waiting with the thermometer when you're finally sitting. he takes tour temperature easily and then a moment later a pen light is in his hands and he's instructing you to open your mouth and say ahhhh. you comply and he looks, but he can't keep his wince off of us face or the look of concern that settles there.

"popsicle ice cream diet foe you, chicken," he presses a kiss to your forehead and hugs you for a moment. he rubs his arm up and down your back over your shirt and it's like heaven. a moan falls from your lips and he keeps going, moving from your back to your thighs and where ever his arms can reach, itching but definitely not scratching. he gives you your next dose of medicine from the schedule he's devised with a cold bottle of gatorade and then leads you to the bath for round two.

that's how the next two weeks or your life go. he manages to take three days off, giving him a total of nine days off in a row. it gets worse, more painful as the week goes on. but he bathes you and puts on new calamine lotion multiple times a day, even if it's 2am. he makes sure your fever stays down and somehow his devised schedule of meds keeps you knocked out through the worst of it. by the time he goes back to work you're on the mend. youre itchy but it doesn't feel as bad as it did. he makes sure to set alarms on your phone so you take the meds, tapering them off so it's not such a shock to your system when you're done with them entirely.

he's ways doted on you in his own way. the tinge of jealousy you felt over your friends exciting but short lived relationships was nothing compared to the security you felt with calum; nothing compared to how thoughtful he was, even if he wasn't romantic in the typical ways that movies taught boys to be band taught girls to expect. he was yours and you didn't brag or flaunt his gestures. your birthdays and Valentine's day may not have been sacred holidays, but the moments he showed you just how much he loved you were.

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c-atm · 4 years

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Fighting Flirty: Character Select PT4 (Act3.5)

“Um-hm-hm-hm.”

“You ok Nini? Gonna be able take my pictures with your giggling fit.”

Connie gave him a slight glance before her giggles erupted again,for the fifth time in three minutes causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should take your picture first, since you've suddenly been doused with smilex.”

“I got it. I got it.” Connie reassured as she kept the phone out of Stevens reach, still giggling

“I don't believe you.” The hybrid accused. He walked up to the table as Connie put the phone behind her, sitting on it just a bit. “ Heartberry.” He reprimanded as he reached behind her.

“Mister.” She teased as she grabbed his hands and placed his palms on her knees. “No reaching behind...to get my behind, Handsy.” She chuckled as she squeezed his hands keeping them in place.

"Oh really? I can't reach behind." His hands started to trail upward slowly over her thighs, squeezing them a little.

"Yup," she nodded with a smirk, "only my man can." She giggled again as he poked her nose with his.

"Isn't that me, though?"

"Hmmm?" She shrugged, pursuing her lips while turning her head to her side. She snickered as he grabbed her hips and pulled her close.

"What got you so tickled, Berry?"

His low, slightly husky voice made her breath deep.

"You." She bit her lips, feeling the heat on her face from her feelings and his breath.

"Me?" Steven gave her a small grin.

"She nodded. "Uh-huh, You."

"What about me? Do I look funny in this?" His voice had a teasing tone as it tickled her nerves..

"Oh no. Not at all." She looked him up and down. "You're very..Hmm. Hehe."

"What is with you?"

"You.You're making me laugh."

"Cause my costume, huh" He poked her stomach causing her to giggle more.

She cupped his cheeks, grinning at him. " Yes..Cause you're so cute in it." She kissed his forehead.

"And handsome." She kissed the bridge of his nose.

"And adorable." A kiss upon his nose.

"And...Gamy" She kissed his lips gently before laughing, red face. "I'm sorry, I really don't know why I'm like this right now."

Steven shook his head before taking her hands from his cheek and massaging palms of them with his thumbs.

"I get it…" He stated impishly, before making a show of running his right hand through his hair. "My beauty has caused you delirium."

The cocky and smug look he gave made her fall back in a tittering mess.

He twisted his lip up playfully "I know it was a joke but…"

He was interrupted when she reached up towards him smiling lovingly at him. He grabbed her hands expecting her to pull herself up. He was caught off guard when she pulled him down and enclosed him in a hug laying his head upon her heart.

"Giggling, trailed kisses, surprise hugs." He slipped his hands under her hips. "Wonder what got you so affectionate, so I can do it more.

She shook her head. "It's nothing...Just had the urge." she turns down to him.

"A cuddle urge..a giggle urge." He looked up at her, " Sounds like you got bitten by the love bug."

She rolled her eyes at his smirk. "Doubtful." She smiled at him, holding him a bit closer. "Who would I fall for, huh?"

"Who indeed?"

She blushed but didn't say anything. " I don't want a relationship."

"Strange thing to say red faced." He stated, her heartbeat thumping rapidly in his ear. "Did..Did Alex try to talk to you, when you were getting dressed."

Connie nodded. " She did...Asked questions about us."

"About our relationship?" He sighed before chuckling. "Wanda grilled me too."

"Same and Peri didn't help just now."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a moment, the music from the tv in front, the sound of Wanda and Alex talking about the upcoming weeks schedule and their breathing being the only noise they registered as Steven nuzzled closer.

"What did you mean?"

"Hmm?" She ran a hand through his hair.

"When you said you loved me?"

"That I love you?" There was a questionable tone to her voice. "Same as every time I did it."

"Is it?….Cause it sounded different than usual."

"Oh." She rested her lips upon his crown. " I mean..What did you hear when I said it?"

"What did you feel when you said It?"

"I asked you first."

"No...You didn't."

Connie sighed..He was right.

"Normal.. It felt normal..easy?..I don't know.."

That was a lie. It didn't just feel normal There was always an aura of tease.It was without the tease and play.

'It felt so natural saying it..Meaning it...Like a breath of fresh air...A very heavy. very real...breath of fresh air.' Connie sighed lost in her thoughts.

"So, It was just part of our war?"

Very slowly she shook her head.

"Oh…"

She felt Steven grinned against her causing her to stroke his hair more.

"Are you ok, with me saying that...like That."

"I mean.. Yeah, sure.. It shocked me to hear it said like that towards me.”

“Oh, so you did hear...”

“Didn’t want to assume..”

“It didn’t make you feel weird.”

“Why would it? I mean...After everything we did so far.”

“But we always act like that when we're alone.”

“Do we?”

Connie looked at him as he smirked up at her. “We’re very physical with each other. The way we tease and comfort each other.” She stroked his cheek.

“True..but we don’t really speak about.. This..”

“Do we have to?” Connie retorted. “I like whatever this is.This game of ours” she pressed her lips on top of his head. "Don’t you?”

Steven heard the downtrodden tone and responded the only way he knew. Shifting off her to lay beside her on his right, causing her to face him. Cupping her cheeks, he gave her a piercing look.”I love what we have.” His face relaxed into a smile. “I love sharing...THIS, with you.”.

“Then what’s wrong, Mister?”

“Nothing wrong..It's just.” He sighed “We’ve been a lot more free here and have gone further than just little kissing, loving pranks, and teasing touches.” Steven looked down flushing. “Like calling me your man?”

“You started it by promising to bite me.” She grinned

“You told me you want me to sink them in.”

Connie rubbed his hands affectionately. “Steven, did I do something wrong?”

“No.. It made me happy..” He kissed her tenderly “ You make me happy, Connie. I just wondered if this is only going to be while we are here on your birthday weekend..or is this the new normal for us?”

Shyness and uncertainty settled inside Connie at Steven’s question. She didn’t have an answer for him. Everything that happened was just a natural progression to her.“I...” She looked down. “Honestly, I feel..”

“Nyeh-heh-heh!, Nyeh-heh-heh!”

The two looked toward the sound coming from under Connie, who sighed and removed his hands from her face. She shifted her right hip and took the phone under her. She showed him the phone with Peri’s number flashing.

She gave him an apologetic smile “We should take those pic~MMMM!!!”

Her words were lost as Steven lips met her own.She Her eyes widened just a bit before closing in relaxation. Her instinct guided her to kiss him back, with slightly parted lips.

It wasn’t different from any of their kisses they shared that day, physically.

Emotionally, affectionately.

It threw her right back to the hotel room, right before they left. The feeling of just wanting to be there with him at that moment of time. Not wanting a move second more.

It is no wonder she felt a chill when he slowly broke it after kissing her quickly and gently, a few more times before settling down.

“Steven.” She was speechless as still feeling the ghost of his kiss linger, making her mind race.

"I love you, Heartberry."

She froze as the phone rang again. She opened her mouth to respond.

“We’ll continue talking later.. “ He kissed her cheek before standing up and walking over to the center of the room. He turned and T-posed, giving her a grin. “Let’s give Peri her pictures and then have some fun.”

Connie breathed out before giving him a smile, lifting the camera phone towards him. Her heart pounding, her mind drifting to the hotel room, to Peridot’s teasing, his words.

The kiss.

As she gazed at him through the screen, she didn’t feel the giggles from before. Reactions from latent feelings being kept in check.

‘Now they are slowly moving to the forefront. I don’t think I will be able to hide the depths for much longer. Which shouldn't be a problem.’

She felt her face turn maroon as she took the first picture, before signaling to turn around.

‘I mean, I decided that I want to have a deeper connection right? Even planned to cross that line if it came down to it, stars willing.’

She gave a playful whistle before taking a shot of the back of the costume. Turning even redder as he shook his hips a bit. She took another picture catching him smirking over his shoulder, back at her.

‘I love him, he’s my Biscuit, my Man, my Mister...And more’

.”Oooh..and Save.” She sighed as she did save the picture

‘I feel so free being here with him...Being with him, period.’

“Yo Heartberry, what’s you think of this pose?”

She turned to his boyish grin and heroic stance. His right hand neck length as he left hand pulled in the right glove. He settled his face into a determined look as he stared forward as Connie lifted the. Phone and smirk.

“Hold that pose.” She teased before taking the picture.

‘…So why do I feel..’

She gaze at the picture for a moment feeling a tightness in her chest

‘So uneasy?’

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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Do you feel comfortable wearing tube tops? Noooo. You’ll never see me in a tube top. I don’t even wear tank tops. Has something someone said today annoyed you? Not so far, ha. I haven’t interacted with anyone, yet. It’s only 4:33AM. Can you hear the crickets chirping at night? No. Do you like listening to new music, or just sticking to your favorites? I like new music, but I do love listening to my good ol’ favorites. I have a playlist that consists of a variety of music, new and old, from various genres and decades, that I just click shuffle and listen. So far, where have you been on vacation? I haven’t gone anywhere this year, yet.

Did you ever feel that there was something you couldn't tell anyone? Yep. Old stuff and ongoing, current stuff. Do you tend to gossip, even if you don't mean it to cause harm? It does happen. I’ll see something on social media about someone I know and tell my mom or brother. Family gossip stuff. Not to talk shit, but it’ll be like, “omg did you see what so and so posted/did/whatever.” Or like if someone is pregnant or broke up or whatever. My main gossip is celebrity stuff, though. ha. When was the last time you were bitten by a bug? I don’t recall. It’s been a long time, thankfully. Have you ever gotten your hair permed? No. Do you have a pair of sunglasses that are worth over $200? I don’t have any sunglasses. I don’t wear ‘em, but if I did I sure wouldn’t spend that much. Not anywhere close. Would you ever go on a trip to Europe? Absolutely. I’d love to. There’s so many places I’d love to visit. Are you brave when it comes to trying new foods? Nopeee. I have the same few foods I rotate between. It’s a small list. When was the last time you saw your significant other? I’m single. Is there a friend that you can always go to for advice? I can go to my mom. Have you ever been to a town/place where the people were just creepy? No. Ew, I hope I never go somewhere like that. What's the fastest you've ever driven in a car? I’ve never driven a car. If you see a piano, are you tempted to go over and play a little something? I would. Especially because it’s been over 10 years since I last played. Is there someone you know who bakes amazing sweets? Yeah. Are you ashamed of your singing voice? I can’t sing for shit, but it doesn’t stop me from singing to myself or around my family. I try to sound as decent as I can, ha. I’m not like those people on American Idol they show that can’t sing well at all, but they think they can and they’re just on there wailing. lol. Has anyone teased you with the "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" song? Yeah. Have you ever had a dream where you could understand a foreign language? No. That would be weird. What time is it where you are? 4:45AM. Do you have anything important to do tomorrow? I have my Bible study stuff. Have you ever owned a beanbag chair? Yeah, when I was a kid we had one. If you own a laptop, do you have a case for it? I do. What was the last movie you purchased on DVD? I don’t even remember. I haven’t bought a physical DVD in yearssss. Are you a fan of retro things? Yeah. Do you do your own laundry? No. I need help with that, which my mom does. Have you ever used pastels? Yes. Is there a song you're listening to at the moment? No. Would you be considered to be knowledgeable about World War 2? Not really. Have you ever been in possession of a hundred dollar bill? Yes. Is there one food you cannot give up, even though you know it's unhealthy? I don’t eat healthy at all, but the worst thing I eat is probably ramen. I love it, though. Will you bother having a party for your next birthday? Nah, I’m old. I just like doing something lowkey with my parents and brother. Although, last year my aunt and cousin came over for a game night and cheesecake for my birthday and that was fun. I’d be up for that again. If you're with someone right now, do you think it will last? Who was the last person you flipped off? I have no idea. That’s not something I really do. Like, ever. Do you currently have a job? No. What was the last movie that was unable to capture your interest? Hmm. I don’t remember. Have you heard of the Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers? The name rings a bell. Do you have something to do, that you would rather not do? There’s a few things. Are you, in any way, feeling hopeless right now? I’ve felt that way for a long time. Is there someone you just need to call and talk to? No. I don’t like talking on the phone. Are you one of those people who can eat anything and not gain a pound? Yes. I used to like that about myself, but it’s a problem for me, currently. These past few years I’ve lost weight due to health stuff and as someone who was already thin...yeah, not good. It’s caused problems for me. Are you nails painted at the moment? No. It’s been a few years since I’ve painted my nails. Is there a song you've been listening to lately on repeat? There’s a few songs lately that I always like to listen when listening to music. I just hit shuffle on my playlist, but there’s a few I like to just add to queue to make sure they come up. Lately, it’s been a couple Billie Eilish songs. Do you know who you're planning to ask to your grad prom? I’m 30 years old. I did go to prom; though, but I didn’t have a date. I just went with friends. When was the last time you went shopping? A few weeks ago. Is there anyone who did something absolutely hilarious today? Not so far. Again, it’s really early and I haven’t interacted with anyone, yet. Are you having one of those days where you feel unattractive? “one of those days” is everyday for me, old sport. I feel unattractive and I am unattractive. Do you like hot dogs? No. Do you ever get bored of your music collection and get new songs? I like to check out new music and add it to my playlist to add to the rotation, but I love my old stuff, too. Have you ever bought a designer purse? I’ve been gifted one. What's the limit on how much you would pay for a shirt? I’d say like $30. I mean, I’d obviously prefer cheaper if I can find a good sale or have a good coupon, but if not then yeah about $30. Would you ever like to see the Walk of Fame? Sure. Is it currently humid where you are? No. Have you been in any sort of physical pain today? Of course. Have you ever heard of the German movie Das Boot? Nope. Who were the last people you hung out with? My mom and brother. Has someone ever called you "obnoxious"? Not that I’m aware of. Most commonly, do you obey rules, or break them? I’m more of a rule follower. Do you like making funny faces in pictures? Nah. Is there something you look back on and go "I can't believe I did that"? A lot of things... Are you good at offering advice? I think I used to be. At least, my friends seemed to think so since I was the one they always came to for advice. I wouldn’t say I am now, though. No one should ask me anything. When was the last time you had to resort to a map? I just use Google Maps if I need directions. I’ve never used an actual map. Your significant other: have you told them you love them lately? What was the last thing to confuse you? Life. How many different colors have you dyed your hair? 3. Do you know someone who always spells "bored" like "board"? No. Are you wearing make up right now? No. I haven’t worn makeup in over a year. Is there a phrase that you use a lot? Words and phrases, yeah. Are you old enough to vote? I’ve been old enough to vote for over 10 years now. Do you have a favorite pair of earrings? Yes, the rose gold Minnie Mouse earrings I got for Christmas. Have you ever been to Disneyworld/Disneyland? I’ve been to Disneyland a few times. Have you dated someone more than twice? Not more than twice, but twice. Are you a fan of Keira Knightley? I’m indifferent. Have you ever resorted to alcohol to make you feel better? It never helped. Maybe briefly, but it was always short lived. Do you own a full-length mirror? Yeah. Do you ever go on PerezHilton.com to get all the celeb gossip? I see his tweets. Have you heard about Mel Gibson's rant/freakout? Yeah. That was ages ago. Do you wish your bedroom was bigger? Yes, that would be nice. My room is quite small and I have too much stuff. Are you aware of the significance of the date April 14th, 1912? I am, actually. Do you ever just lay back and watch the stars? No. Lately have you had much time to relax? You would think so since I spend majority of my time at home in bed. I wouldn’t call it relaxing, though. Not for me. I have health stuff, physically and mentally, and feel like crap, so. Did anything important/changing happen to you in March 2009? That was over 10 years ago, I don’t remember. I guess nothing that important happened. Nothing memorable, at least. Have you ever felt like a "new person"? Yes, but not in a good way. These past few years have changed me and not for the better. Do you own any expensive jewelry? Yes. What size is your TV? 32 inch, I think. Do you occasionally creep on people on Facebook? Nah. I don’t spend a lot of time on Facebook and what little time I do spend I’m just scrolling through my feed “liking” stuff and sharing an occasional post. I won’t say that I’ve never done that, though. ha. Who hasn’t. Has there been someone in your life that just wouldn't leave you alone? Yeah, in the past. Do you hate to use public bathrooms? Yes. I very rarely do. Do you find most remixes of songs to be good or bad? It really just depends. I’ve heard good ones and I’ve heard shitty ones. There have been some I liked better than the original. Write something to someone who means a lot to you: Nah. I’ll just say goodnight!

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twdmusicboxmystery · 5 years

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Radiation Theory - Connecting Grady to Coming Arcs

Okay, let's talk about radiation. Let me first give credits to @frangipanilove for first figuring this out. It's something that's been percolating for all of us for a while, but she is the one who first articulated it. I also know she’ll be doing a post of her own on this topic, which will probably be more extensive than mine.

First, I’ll talk a little bit different times we’ve seen radiation references throughout the series.

Let’s start at Grady. If you go way, way back to when I first started my account, I have to say that Trevitt really bugged me. I felt like something about him was really significant and that we ought to be reading more into him than simply a random person brought into Grady that became a pawn in Dawn and Edwards’ games. But even in the years since, nothing has really cropped up to indicate he was of any special significance.

Let's review. Edward said Trevitt fell out of a second-story window. He had serious internal injuries and Edwards didn't think he could save him. Yet, despite that, he went out of his way to have Beth give him the wrong medication and kill him. Which means that he was very threatened by Trevitt.

As with all things Grady, I think there were double meanings all over this, but the way the writers presented it made a certain amount of sense, which meant that no one really asked any deep questions. Edward seemed just insecure enough that he would do something like this. Even if it was totally unnecessary.

The question I always asked was why he would want to kill Trevitt. Trevitt was a doctor? Was Dawn really such a terrible leader that she would rather have one doctor instead of two? You think they'd be happy to have more than one. But Edwards was obviously afraid of being replaced and we, the audience, have to trust it was a well-founded fear. If he was so afraid of it, perhaps because she'd really threatened to replace him before.

At the end of the episode, we find out Trevitt was an oncologist (cancer doctor) at St. Ignatius hospital. So Edwards knew him professionally.

We didn't get a whole lot more in terms of radiation until S8. Remember that when TF was conducting war on the Saviors outposts, they came across one that was leaking chemicals. Many of the walkers had radiation burns and this toxic stuff was spilling out into the water and the surrounding land.

A lot of us tried hard to read into that. It felt very significant, like something we needed to pay attention to. But again, not much came of it in the plot.

About the only thing that affected the long-term plot was what happened to Father Gabriel. After he and Negan covered themselves in irradiated walker guts to get through a horde, he got sick and lost part of his sight. It was just the luck of the draw that father Gabriel got radiation poisoning and Negan didn't. Gabriel became a walking embodiment of the Sirius/Dog Star symbolism. Between this and Still/Alone callbacks around this time (when Dr. Carson died) we couldn’t help but relate it to Beth.

But it’s still hard to figure out where it sits in the grand scheme of things. Why Gabriel? Why now?

Now let’s fast forward to S5 of FTWD. Obviously, radiation was a big theme in this past season. Grace was wandering around trying to stop nuclear reactors from melting down, and both she and Alicia were exposed to the radiation in a big way. We spent half the second half of the season wondering if Grace would get sick from radiation poisoning at any moment. It was probably this heavy emphasis on radiation in the plot of the season that helped @frangipanilove pull this all together.

And finally, this past Sunday in 10x01, we had a radiation reference. Luke was concerned the fallen satellite might have brought radiation with it. Eugene didn’t seem too concerned about it, though.

Many theories in the fandom are circulating about Ezekiel perhaps having cancer. It’s pure conjecture for now, but if he does, we may be able to connect that to the radiation theme as well. After all, what is one of the major treatments for cancer? Radiation?

And therein lies the crux of the importance of the radiation theme.

So, remember the cure theory at Grady? We’ve always about how they might have been treating the virus in some way. I've always thought that it really was more of a treatment than a cure. The way in which they could possibly save people from walker bites—though with no guarantee—but wasn't a blanket cure for the virus either.

So, here's our collective hypothesis. We think the people at Grady were using radiation to treat the virus.

Let me explain. First of all, it would make a lot more sense for Edwards to be threatened by Trevitt if Trevitt was specifically radiation doctor (oncologist). Edwards’ fear of being replaced would make much more sense if they were using radiation to treat the virus. Edwards was not an oncologist. He was a research doctor who didn't even have a practice. Dawn really would probably favor Trevitt over him. He knows more about radiation.

It also explains why she demanded Edwards save Trevitt, even though he was something of a lost cause. Edwards claimed the man couldn’t be saved and they were wasting valuable resources on him. Dawn herself was usually very against that and would cut off care (such as with Carol) if there was even any doubt about their survival. Why, then, did she demand he be saved? Probably because he knew a lot about radiation and could have helped them.

When Dawn tells Beth she has to eat, she says, “if you don’t eat, you’ll become weak and then you’ll need more treatments.” While we can’t prove anything about a suspicious wording, the way she said “treatments” made it seem like more than just run of the mill medical treatment. It sounded like something more specific. Radiation treatments, perhaps?

There's also the opening scene where Beth was locked in her room when she woke up. I’ve always thought they locked the door because they didn’t know if Beth would ultimately live and didn’t want to risk her waking up, staggering out in the hospital as a walker and eating people (as happened at the prison in 4a). So all I’m adding here is that they didn’t know if the radiation treatments would work.

Also remember how weird we’ve always found it that Dawn talked about how Beth had a chance to be part of something important here and maybe the most important thing in her entire life. Delusions of grandeur, anyone? But if they were working on a cure, that makes more sense. Again, nothing different here. We just think they were using radiation to fight the virus.

But here’s some real evidence that we’re barking up the right tree. I figured out not long after S5 that Beth was being treated for blood clots. Others noted that her IV had heparin in it, which is a blood thinner. Edwards said she had a concussion, and no doctor in their right mind would give a patient with a head injury blood thinners. It could kill them. So right away, something didn’t jive.

Then I noticed the little white machine that Edwards tries to use on Joan. One of my followers who knew medical machines told me it was a deep vein thrombosis machine. Those machines are used to treat blood clots as well. So that was proof—along with the heparin—that she was being treated for blood clots, as was Joan after being bitten.

I did some very basic Google research and guess what? Cancer patients who receive radiation are at a higher risk for blood clots due to that radiation. Heparin is often given to them in conjunction with radiation to cut down on blood clots. Do you see If Grady’s patients received radiation to deal with walker bites, it would make perfect sense for them to also be treated with heparin. *mind blown*

Let's return father Gabriel and S8. If the radiation hypothesis about Grady pans out, suddenly FG’s arc makes a lot more sense to me. Think of it this way. The radiation resulted in him looking like Sirius/Dog star, right? And Sirius = return symbolism. Well, it will be radiation that saved Beth's life and will allow her to return to TF. In other words, radiation makes the Sirius return possible.

This is our new hypothesis as to the Bite/Cure theory. Not only were they working on a cure or at least treating walker bites at Grady, they were doing it using radiation.

Now let’s consider 10x10. Luke asked if the satellite had any potential for radiation, and Eugene didn’t seem worried. So maybe we’ll see some radiation sickness from this, but personally, I think this was more symbolic than anything else.

So, all during Fear this past season, I talked about the water scarcity situation and how the helicopter people are purifying water, right? Well, a little over a week ago, after spoilers for 10x01 were leaked which said a satellite would fall from the sky, I was trying to figure out how to put together the ideas of water scarcity and radiation. Because based on the symbolism we’ve seen, they seem to both be related to Beth.

Then it hit me: wormwood.

Okay, so we know this show is big on biblical symbolism, right? Well, for those who don’t know, in the book of revelation, it says that near the end of the world (apocalypse) a meteor will fall from the sky and hit the earth. It will poison 1/3 of all the water on the earth so it’s undrinkable. People who have studied revelation assume that something like that must be due to radiation the meteor is giving off. Radiation of that magnitude would make the water undrinkable. That is to say, it would be irradiated. Anyone who drank it would get sick from radiation poisoning.

Well, of course this was a satellite, not a meteor. And I don’t see how plausibly this satellite could infect anyone’s drinking water. So, it’s not literal. This satellite symbolically represents wormwood from the bible. Once it falls, the water will become undrinkable. So it’s not a drought in that the water will dry up. They’ll have water, but just won’t be able to drink it. That’s where the helicopter people come in because they know how to purify water. The fact that Luke asked Eugene if radiation was an issue just reinforces this as a wormwood symbol.

So, does that mean that TF’s water supply is bad now? I actually thought when I read the spoilers that this would mean that. Symbolically, after the satellite fell, the water would go bad. But after watching the episode several times, I actually don’t think it’s going bad yet.

Why? Because of how the sequence of events in the show represents what we’ll see next. See THIS POST from two days ago for details, but remember I said the first section, Training Day, is about everything that’s come before to prepare them for what’s to come. The next 4 sections show different characters doing different things (Michonne, Aaron, Daryl, Carol, Negan, Eugene, Rosita, Siddiq, FG, etc) and represents their separate arcs during the Whisper War, which is now upon us. And each of these sections ENDS with the satellite falling.

So I think this is telling us that the radiation/water scarcity arc will happen right after the Whisper War. That will be the next arc. And we don’t know how long the Whisper War will last. I tend to think probably for this season, but there’s no way to tell yet.

So what does that mean for Beth? I honestly don’t know. Just because we won’t see much about the helicopter group stuff until a later time doesn’t mean we won’t see Beth earlier. It could be that she shows up during the Whisper War (remember that we’ve seen a lot of her symbols around Alpha and the Whisperers) and then when the water goes bad, she’ll know where to go to find water because she’s been with he helicopter group before. Or it could be that we won’t see her until after the Whisper War. If we don’t see her this season, well the Rick Grimes films are slated to start releasing this next year, and many people have suggested she’ll be in them.

So I really don’t know, but this is how we think the radiation theory is related to Beth. So if we see more indication of it in the future and mention it, you’ll have a frame of reference for it. Thoughts?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Waver 1 - 13 (FINAL) | Prisma Illya 1 - 10 (FINAL) | Prisma Illya 2wei! 1 - 3

Another (and to be honest, the last) batch of impressions from the Fate/ project.

Waver 1

Well, this’ll be interesting. I’ve been hyping this show up for a while for myself, so let’s see how it goes.

Geez, this intro is like a dang movie! I’d love to see a proper Troyca movie! (<-Says the fan of Troyca.)

Wait, if it’s Kayneth Archibald, then is Archibald relatd to Archisorte? Or am I just making thing up here…? Also note Reines refers to Kayneth as “Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald”, possibly meaning Archibald is the middle name, since El-Melloi is a shared surname (or is that a title…?). That probably means Archibald =/= Archisorte and both are similar-sounding middle names. The fact Reines is Kayneth’s niece also explains things quite a bit.

Why is Waver upside down…? Won’t the blood rush to his head soon? (Sure, it allows me to ogle his hair more, but…logic rules more than my stupid whims, y’know?)

Interesting. You can see that although Waver grew out his hair, there’s two layers to it – the longer one in the front and the shorter one in the back. (I’m just curious because I like the hime cut – which is pretty similar - and long hair on dudes in general, in part because both are fairly rare.)

Okay, that explained my gripe with upside-down Waver. Thanks, Reines. (<-genuine)

Aw, Waver buddy, even at this stage, you’re plenty cute. Don’t ever change! (<- As you can see, I am an easily pleased person in most cases.)

Melvin who now???

Troyca’s comic animation rules! It’s too bad Idolish7 Second Beat is using chibis instead of this…

Professor Kayneth. I forgot he had a formal title. I wonder, does Waver - I mean, El-Melloi II – have that title as well?

I guess I should’ve known Saber had the capability to look scary, but…I never knew Saber could look so scary…

*cut to eyecatch* - *points at eyecatch* Okay, someone tried to save budget here, didn’t they???

Aw, friendship between fiction boys is cute…until it involves the puking up on blood on one end.

Waver is the OG underdog here…don’tcha think?

“…with several demands.” – Uh-oh…this is gonna be bad, isn’t it?

You need a Tuner for Magic Crests? (…Like a tuning fork, but a person?) *brow raised in suspicion*

…is it appropriate for me to say “Oh, good lord!” now? (Okay, I did that rather deliberately, but normally in these notes I’d self-censor it to be “oh, goodness” or something like that.)

Seriously, the black-haired dude in the Ionian Hetairoi is my favourite, even if only because he looks like Waver (and he’s really easy to spot, to boot).

Why is this in first person??? I’ve dropped entire shows based on their usage of 1st person cam! Room Mate and Makura no Danshi basically scarred me for life on that front…and both of those are TV shorts!

Hey, wait a second. This “use a quote on the titlecard” thing is clearly an Ei Aoki sort of thing to do. I mean, it’s in ID: Invaded as well…

Waver 2

*new blonde girl appears* - So this is the rumoured Animusphere girl (Mary), huh?

Bounded field, huh? I’m glad I chose to watch F/Z before this, then. Now I actually understand the (rough) mechanics of how that works.

There’s assassins and then there’s Assassins…*thinks about the Holy Grail War*

As it turns out, astromancy is basically astrology.

The one thing that bugs me about “Modern Magecraft” (there’s a similar concept of New Magic in Mairimashita! Iruma-kun) is…how is the magic “modern”…? Especially in a work like this, where the magic is based in arcane rituals and bloodlines…you really need to establish how the “modern” bit works.

Gray is facing away from the Animusphere girl (Mary), I noticed.

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” – Sherlock Holmes – Basically, the fact I’ve memorised this quote is one of the lingering impacts of my time in the Detective Conan fandom, as it can be used on things like quizzes, not just mysteries.

Can we please use proper English, Waver??? (Says me to a character whose name I still find nonsensical enough to not be proper English.) As I said previously, “whydunit” is modus operandi or motive…the new bit is “howdunit”, which would be the method.

I do believe the geocentric model was overthrown by people like Kepler.

Gray kind of looks like Saber with that hairstyle, come to think of it.

With the way Gray hides herself under that hood, it’s no mystery as to why guys love her…at least, I know ThatRandomEditor does. Of course, I’m heavily neutral on the whole affair because I don’t swing that way, but…you know…

LEMPC seems to stand for “Lord El-Melloi Production Committee”, if I’m guessing right.

I seem to remember there was a quote somewhere that said the only constant in this world was change…hmm.

Waver 3

They seem to keep calling Japan “the Far East” (or at least, Japan is part of the Far East). That’s a pretty antiquated term for a supposedly “modern” magic anime. I get vaguely peeved by the term “the Far East” because it causes people to take an oriental viewpoint on things and thus it’s kind of like people from the Anglosphere looking down on Asians. (I also get vaguely peeved by the term “Westerners” for much the same reason and “Caucasians” because it implies all people of the Anglosphere come from the Caucasus, which is false…then again, these niggles are specific to international studies, so I have a vested interest in explaining them.)

…Wow, that star-eyepatch girl is…really something, to be thirsty specifically for Waver’s Iron Claw. (Then again, with my weird tastes in things, who am I to critique her?)

Flitz von Erich. I was surprised to learn this guy actually exists…on Wikipedia, at the very least.

“Any lady should know about wrestling.” – I disagree, Luvia.

Blue furry electrical creature…I dunno how the zoology in this show works, but the fantasy series I’m reading as of the time I was typing this comment has a blue creature called a Raiju (literally “thunder beast” in Japanese, so it would suit the “Thunder” in the episode title). If it’s anything like that, I’d laugh myself silly.

This girl on the poster seems to be called Flan Noir (or something similar).

“…yellow, round, fluffy-smelling…” – What? Svin, you have no right to call a girl those words!

When is this series set if people don’t have phones as a standard? *Googles* Okay, if F/SN is set in 2004, then F/Z is 1994. That would make sense, actually. The internet as we know it was first used in 1995 and didn’t become widespread for home use until a few years later, as I remember having computers in 2004 (albeit the blocky ones with the dial-up).

I was looking at images for the source material and I think I know why I like Waver (aside from the fact he has long hair). Normally I like the boys whose appearances are hard to get right, such as En…Waver in the novels and manga for this series sometimes looks grumpy, sometimes he looks constipated and worst of all, sometimes he looks like Snape with a hook nose.

Okay, so I googled Caules to figure out who his sister was…and I got Apocrypha spoilers. See, his sister is Fiore, who is apparently in that series.

The videos got encoded funny again…

There seems to be a mystery around why Svin and Gray can’t be together…well, one deeper than just “Svin is gaga for Gray [for reasons we don’t know at this point in time]”.

Ha, the El-Melloi Class is basically just the Misfit Class from Mairimashita! Iruma-kun.

“Only the flesh was bitten off.”

This Jupiter gibberish, I assume, is drawing upon the mythology of Jupiter – that is, Zeus – as the god of thunder and king of the gods (thus presiding over living beings).

The English is good on the bill, bar a space between “Mystics of magecraft”.

Norwich is apparently a “faculty” which the Modern Magecraft Theories guys – i.e. Waver – rule over.

Can you imagine Waver swearing? Since I had the volume off, I basically made him say “…if Sir Gueldoa had resorted to brute force, we would’ve been f***ed” in my head…and that was hilarious.

Aw, thanks 7Mononoke. “A cowardly thief sneaks away in the night. If you stride away, bursting with song, you are a conquering king.” That’s a quote from Rider himself.

So the Association has set positions for Masters in the War? Geesh…that must be hard on Waver to find out they’re closed, considering how much Waver pines for Rider.

Waver 4

I finally got the chance to listen to the ED last ep and now it’s the OP I can hear properly. This OP isn’t particularly impressive, considering it’s an instrumental (instrumentals always seem to have less impact for me unless I’m looking for something to chill to), but it does capture the London-esque spirit of the setting very well.

What’s up with this metal (?) maid off to the side, anyway?

“Good thinking to leave the door open…” – For some reason, even though it’s a completely different and much more benign context, this made me think of KyoAni and my heart sunk.

Atrum Galliasta…I hate that man. He may look hot, but he was nothing but a b*stard to Medea.

Bolo ties…nrgh…Basically, ever since Arima wore a bolo tie, I’ve become fairly bugged by them. That’s why Bram’s bugs me.

Aw, Waver, buddy, plase don’t sacrifice yourself again. I read on the wiki you become a Servant’s vessel (specifically for Zhu Ge Liang), so keep your hopes up.

I’m seriously feeling ID: Invaded vibes from this episode, what with the lightning.

I suspect a locked room murder is going to happen soon, knowing the genre. Either that or some other crime.

Considering Fate/ was an eroge-based thing initially, these sex jokes…there’s probably plenty of them out there.

Well, it seems this series only makes sense in that non-Detective Conan way, i.e. you want to know how it all comes together and can’t necessarily figure it out for yourself until you know how the magic works. I’m randomly going to guess this is more Jupiter-based stuff and call it a day on that front.

Seriously, I never got what was up with nightgowns (or just pyjamas in general) having hats. You don’t need protection for your head at night…that’s what pillows are for, yeah? (The only reason I see a hat-like thing working with nightwear is a onesie and that’s meant to be part of the inherent appeal of the thing.)

Waver 5

I feel like Adashino is meant to be an Irene Adler-type figure…

“Peaceful Fairys” (sic)

Where did Kairi’s scar come from…?

The Black Dog was in Mahoutsukai no Yome as well, but this one looks a lot less inviting, huh?

It seems, like the name Rail Zeppelin implies (as “Demon Eyes Collection Train”), most of the people involved in this case have Magic Eyes (or whatever they’re actually called). I wouldn’t be surprised if Kairi had them as well, considering he’s wearing dark glasses in the middle of a thunderstorm.

“King Arthur is a dude, right?” - *laughs madly* They finally managed to parody their own bulls***! (Well, I’m not counting Carnival Phantasm or whatever else because this is the first time they threw a meta joke in there in the whole of this project, as far as I can remember.)

Trimmau seems to be the maid’s name…huh. They never mentioned that earlier, I don’t think.

So what’s the difference between Fairy Eyes and Mystic Eyes?

Wait, does that even work…? The entire house is the murder weapon? That’s basically breaking the “secret passageway” thing on a larger scale.

So what’s Trevor’s motive…?

The dogs running towards the Workshop reminded me of the Hunger Games for some reason…must be the climax.

That fairy isn’t emoting much…

Oh cra-Wills is going to sacrifice himself, like Adashino was going to do! That’s the second time I’ve seen that in 2 days (the first was in the Hypnosis Mic manga about the Dirty Dawg).

Uh…Waver’s not particularly fit or fast, is he…?

Can you be paid for your case if your client is essentially dead…?

Adra? I read around and Adra seems to be a way to spell the location (or whatever it is) in the first case…which got adapted into a stage play, but not an anime. That’s probably what he’s (Waver) referring to.

Notably, the title is translated to “lance” but yari means spear…

Waver 6

I seriously wanna slap that pink-haired girl…Update: Her name is Yvette.

This is basically Gray fanservice…

If Gray = Saber and Saber =King Arthur…hmm…does it count as a girl’s party?

Homeland? Since Britain is Saber’s (aka Gray’s) home country, I think they meant “hometown”…I’d hav to listen to the Japanese to make sure, though.

I still think Waver is a stupid, or at the very least false, name for a boy, especially if he did come from Britain. That’s basically my one limitation on him as a husbando.

The red bit of the eyecatch was shapd like an eye…it did catch eyes in a sense, after all.

So Trimmau is sustained by magic.

Locked-room…or rather, bounded field…mystery time!

Luvia did mention wrestling in another episode…

I had to google that, but the Separation Castle is from the Adra case mentioned in episode 5. No wonder I don’t remember it…

“Are you suggesting there were faults…” (from Luvia) - Ooh, I was thinking the perpetrator was caught inside their own bounded field or maybe it was an outsider, but that works too, Reines.

Add calld Luvia out for her extravagance, LOL.

Catch-as-catch-can appears to be “no-holds-barred fighting”, particularly wrestling.

That case was both informative and possibly solveable by the audience. Both good qualities for a mystery.

If you summon the spirit again, is it the same Rider with the same memories? Or can you summon a different version of the same Rider with amnesia, much like Rin did with Archer? Update: Oh yeah, I did read this on the wiki at one point but then forgot about it. The next episode (7) confirms that Rider wouldn’t remember Waver if he were summoned again.

Waver 7

…C’mon, admit it, show. The glasses are not only there for plot reasons but to up Waver’s status as megane boy for the rest of this case. Not that I mind – I actually really like megane boys, but I’m nowhere near the love of Meganebu – but in the case of plausibility, I wanna poke holes into it.

Auction for which Mystic Eyes now…?

There’s a guy…with an elephant head…I know I shouldn’t be bugged by it, but I need the MST3K mantra right now.

This is gonna be a Murder on the Orient Express thing, isn’t it? All cases set on trains seem to take cues or make homage to it. (I may not be that proficient on Christie in comparison to Holmes, since Holmes was Conan’s inspiration, but Murder on the Orient Express I have read and I did secure an anthology of 4 Christie novels at one point specifically so that I could improve in this area.)

The main series never explained the bad blood between the Church and the Tower, did they…?

*sweatdrop* Let me guess…when Yvette mentions “multiplay”, she means a threesome, right?

How do anime people see out of those blindfold thing, anyway??? (Or is it that Leandra has Mystic Eyes that were sold off or otherwise tampered with?)

I believe the word is “palate”, Kairi (or subbers).

Anime characters being bagworms with their blankets is always appealing, no matter the gender. It’s funny and/or relatable, after all.

Does Gray get motion sickness…? Update: Seems I spoke about a minute too soon. She does.

Waver 8

How does Waver know that Adashino got the documents about the train? Is it because she was in all those places at all those times and he connected the dots?

This lady has heterochromia. Specifically, one is brown and the other is blue or green.

Hmm? I thought the character design was familiar for this. As it turns out, Jun Nakai (who did the character design for this) also did Gate’s, which explains it.

Dionysus is the Greek god of wine, IIRC. Hephaestion is, as (s)he explained, the confidante of Alexander the Great (had to google this one).

It’s hard to see before the brightly-lit scene where Olga reappears, but as shown, Waver seems to have cut off part of his forelocks on the left side.

What’s an Odo???...ooh, fanservice…*ogles*

The summoning of Hephaestion and Trisha’s murder may or may not be related…we just don’t know how, yet.

I think a Detective Conan Murder on the Orient Express-style mystery would be a good video ga-*googles* There’s at least one of them out there already (albeit only in Japan)...namely, this one. Spoke too soon.

Oh yeah…this is Olga’s new room, isn’t it? I almost forgot about that.

Update: I think this look at the Adra Separation Castle case is interesting. It’s similar to posts I would write, but done by a professional – namely Richard Eisenbeis of Kotaku and Anime News Network.

Waver 9

So if there’s a Servant…you have to find the Master.

Olga reminds me of Reines…kind of.

LOL, whoever thought of a zombie cooking show…?

This series really goes all-in on the zombies and the fake-outs thereof, huh? Dangit, Melvin, don’t scare us.

Melvin has a really odd relationship with Waver, huh? If you’re really insisting you’re “the only person to ever be able to hurt Waver”, I don’t quite see how you guys can be friends in the normal sense of the word.

Why would someone have a violin at a time like this…?

Interestingly, they don’t bother to do any fanservice of Caules. That scene with Gray and Yvette was fanservice for those who like them, but the only guy who’s getting to do any fanservice in this series is Waver himself…(what with him being naked and knocked out right now.)

“Sibyl” seems to be a synonym for “virgin”…(*whispers “Awkward…”*)

Update: After reading some of Marth’s posts on this series, I’m inclined to call this “Murders on a Train (with an Exploding Helicopter for Good Measure)”.

Waver 10

For some reason, there’s episode 0 – 9, then 11 – 13 on the service I’m using. Where’s 10?

I think Waver’s relationship with Rider is interesting because of the way I think of relationships myself. Waver has made it clear that he wants to see Rider again so he can basically prostrate at his feet all over again (and maybe win a wish and/or see Oceanus while they’re at it), but – hey, hear this! - I used to believe, when I was still an impressionable kid, all relationships, whether they be between friends, family or even lovers, lasted roughly in the same state basically forever (as in, friends stay friends forever, they’ll never be so far apart that they can’t kep their relationship alive etc. etc.)…Obviously, I was wrong and arguably, this change in thinking, plus the related changes in technology, are where my ability to fleetingly but passionate love both 2D boys and the series they come from comes from.

Wait, so the Child of Einasshe (sp?) is the forest, yeah? I don’t think I got that 100% straight.

I never thought the shield form of a Mystic Code could be used for snowboarding down a mountain/hill…whatever Gray just went down. I didn’t even know Add had a shield form, for that matter.

“[U]sual individual” – LOL. What a way to refer to Waver.

“Wait a minute!” – I’m just imagining Phoenix Wright all of a sudden. A Waver legal mystery series would be boring as all get out – I’m far less interested in the courtroom versions of mysteries and more interested in how the pieces fit together. (Update: Then again, I am a person who likes the action genre and courtroom mysteries don’t have much of that, which might also explain my choice.)

“…lacking the element of motive to begin with.” – Well, Waver’s not wrong…

I’m observing this apple and noticing someone skimped on the detail around the stem. Does anyone still remember Art Academy for the DS? After looking at some promo material for it, I basically learnt how to draw a proper apple (and nothing else, really). If an apple is just drawn as a circle, it doesn’t quite look like an apple up close. (Two of the main things I screw up on when drawing are perception and the colour of highlights, both of which are covered in something like an apple stem and the related indent.)

Oh goodness…I was hoping Karabo would keep his vision (or actual eyeballs)…but that’s gruesome.

I’m guessing, based on the wheelchair, that Waver’s still paralysed or otherwise not able to move around like normal. Update: Spoke too soon.

Someone encoded the video funny again…

Waver 11

What was that crossword thing…? A warding spell of some sort?

Is that an owl in the back?!

Stealth fighter…Rider wanted on, didn’t he?

Every time he appears on screen now, I basically curse Melvin. He’s entertaining to watch, sure, but he’s annoyingly prodigal (= wasteful). He’s basically Dice from HypMic at this stage (aka he’s the sort of person who’d bet away his own clothes, given the chance and incentive).

Look at the way Waver’s hair drags behind him as he walks…it’s gorgeous…

“Residual Image” (as translated in the title) is literally “the left-over image” (zanzou). Not surprising, but I find the exact combo of characters used interesting since it could be short for “nokoru eizou” (where the nokoru’s character is read as zan in the combo, as you can guess).

Waver 12

Wow…this series really pulled something out of its butt this time, huh? “The guy without a heart”…no viewer would’ve known that actually referred to a character called Dr Heartless unless they knew of his existence somehow (the closest they would’ve been was having an inkling that this pointed to a name of the culprit).

There is an owl in the back of the auction room!

Ay? So what the heck is Pandemonium in this case?

“dotard” – Turns out this means “an old person, especially one who has become physically weak or whose mental faculties have declined.” You can’t say I don’t enrich my vocbulary through watching anime, huh?

I’m still wondering…why adapt case 7 of this series (Rail Zeppelin)? Why not case 1 (Adra)? Update: I don’t know where I pulled the number 7 from, since this is volume 4 – 5 of the series. Apparently some of the cases were anime-original though.

Waver 13 (FINAL)

Oh, Flat, you stupid…

Waver’s exasperated faces are great. No wonder Reines likes to toy with him…

I can assume Rail Zeppelin is a Ghost Liner, yes?

Can I guess that Adashino ~likes~ Waver…? Update: Turns out that’s not quite the case.

Ooh, Waver without his shirt is se-okay, I’m getting distracted. Seriously though, Waver never showed his Crest in F/Z. I never even knew what it looked like until now! The fact it’s such a simple design in comparison to his Command Seals is…kinda underwhelming, really.

I think there’s a bit of a pattern between Jakurai (from HypMic) and Waver…namely, they suck when it comes to drinking. (Also, of course, the long hair. Don’t forget it, never forget it.)

Shut up, Add!

For some reason, I felt like a lot of that last part, while getting closure for Waver, it almost had connotations of “I’ll meet you on the other side, Rider”…so it felt kind of sad, to be honest. That talk between Reines and Olga I don’t think I’d understand without Apocrypha and Grand Order, but I guess that’s to be expected in such a huge franchise. Anyways, moving right along!

Illya 1

I’ve been a bit worried about what I’ll have to subject myself to for the sake of Magical Girls…

Was that…Taiga?

Who’s Liz…?

Okusama, huh? (Okusama = someone’s wife, although it seems to be used in the plural here since I don’t think Kiritsugu and/or Iri are dead in this timeline.)

The subs I’ve got say Shiro is adopted here too (when it’s not in the Japanese), although I wonder exactly how much of UBW is going to be true in this anime…

Hmm…a bit of digging reveals Luvia’s not a Master. So throwing out Lancer is really just a joke on how Lancer gets roasted early on in Grail Wars, right?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…squick, much…(Thank goodness the source I was using edited out the loli fanservice, so I can tolerate this series a lot more…but still, suggesting you have a romance with your step-brother, even if it’s known you’re not related from the beginning, is…you already know my feelings on that, based on my reaction. Shiro is, what, 15? About twice Illya’s age!) Update: Okay, so he has no confirmed age in Prisma Illya, but he’s 17 in F/SN so I’d assum the same or similar, seeing as he attends the same school. It’s fine if it’s platonic, but this is clearly an Onii-chan, daisuki! thing the likes of which Oreimo throws down! Thank you for calling it out though, Ruby.

Oh my gosh, this looks like the Rhongomynaid (Detective Waver) and Excalibur (or whatever Saber’s Noble Phantasm is called) summoning beam! LOL!

Ruby, you lech! Don’t go praising the angles! *shakes fist* (Seriously, what if magical girl mascots were paedophiles…? *blank face* Welp, considering what’s out there on the internet, I wouldn’t be surprised if a hentai or something had such a concept.)

Hmm? Turns out the word for Servant means something like “celestial hero”. Makes sense.

Nice callback to Saber and Shiro!

Illya 2

I thought Illya would say that her parents are dead…turns out the show’s not that grimdark (to the point where it wouldn’t set the show after Kiritsugu and Iri’s deaths), huh?

Do the sticks have a gender? The subs said “she” for Ruby…

LOL, it’s Rider. I thought Lancer was gonna get his butt kicked all over again (thinking more along the lines of CCS).

It’s Gay Bul-I mean, Gae Bolg! (I’ve been reading TV Tropes again…can you tell?)

This episode was pretty pedestrian. I like it more than the first one.

What’s up with the CGI…?

Oh! Bunbun, who does Yuki Yuna! Update: They only did the illustrations for some of the series. They also did SAO illustrations, although that’s of less significance to me.

Illya 3

The sticks do have genders!!! That’s like claiming Jesus for kakera with Mudae! (Yes, that’s possible. I got him in one server.)

The power of fujoshi…is amazing! How did it get to a girl who’s so young?!

These angles are a bit disturbing…

“Casao”, LOL.

Magical girl nakama, huh?

Illya 4

MST3K mantra!

Whose quote is that again…? “Don’t think, imagine”? Update: It turns out to not be anyone’s quote at all, if Google results are to be believed.

Uh-oh! Saber Alter!

Illya 5

Padding the episode already…?

The mist is a quality of a Berserker, right?

Geez the angles piss me off…

These sticks have brains???

Can you call it teamwork if they’re always complaining about each other?

Illya 6

More padding…

Illya’s UBW!

Geesh, that last-minute shot of Rin and Luvia popping out of the ground scared me for a bit…

Illya 7

*sigh* It’s the sick episode…

I recognise the vacuum cleaner. I have the same one at home.

*sigh* Random fanservice of elementary school girls. This is what gives anime a bad name.

*Sapphire pulls out a USB port* - Ohhkay, is that stick fanservice, in a sense…? Because that’s awkward too.

Maids went out of fashion years ago…

“Lyrical Radical Genocide” - I think this Lyrical Radical things is parodying Nanoha.

Based on the cloak, it’s an Assassin.

“Listen, if you aren’t careful, you’ll die!” – Yep, because people die when they are killed. I almost missed that meme for a bit.

Illya 8

Illya’s still reeling from Miyu’s talk, huh?

I noticed it said tomoda(chi) in the background at one point.

Does Miyu exist in any of the alternate universes?

Ah, there’s yuujou (friendship) in the background as calligraphy.

I think the video got encoded funny again…

Geez, complaining about boobs? The series got worse…oh, I forgot Shiro was around in this series.

…who’s left? There’s been Saber, Archer, Lancer, Assassin, Rider, Caster and…who? Berserker, that’s who.

Illya 9

Ohhhhhhhh brother, not more bath scenes…

Iri looks almost exactly like she does in the Eiznbern Consultation Rooms! (I found those around and watched them today.)

Thank goodness the fanservice is censored…

I never realised Berseker had heterochromia until now…

One thing that I assume makes Saber’s outfit look nice to thos that like girls is the window in the top…but it goes to waste on Miyu, LOL.

I find it interesting Illya has all these concerns – the ones (or similar ones) Iri harbourd in F/Z.

Hey, the bridge! This is the bridge where Rider dies inn F/Z, yeah?

The ED looks different this time…

Illya 10 (FINAL)

E-Eep…loli fanservice…

Now Miyu is basically what Waver is to Rider, no doubt about it.

Bulls***! Speak of the devil! I was wondering what Waver looked like in the Illya style, because I read on the wiki he makes a cameo in season 2, and…here he is. Didn’t expect him in season 1, though.

Another new ED animation. I find it interesting they’ve never once had to recast any VAs throughout the entire existence of Fate/ anime…not that I know of, anyway.

Hiroyama Hiroshi is the original Illya creator.

Okay, that’s the end of one season. I feel kind of fatigued since I finished the Eiznbern Consultation Rooms today as well, so I’m going to take a break from watching more Illya until it’s necessary to watch again in a few posts’ time.

Now that they’ve collected the cards, I’m wondering what the series intends to do next…

Illya s2 Pt 1 Ep 1

They clearly skimped on the budget when Shiro was leaving the house…

I keep forgetting Illya is meant to be German…

That bad English…is actually there in the ep. title…

Oh great…schoolgirls talking about erotic swimsuits…

This s*** is what you call “Class-S”! I have no interest in it, because I don’t swing that way! (Sorry, yuri fans…)

The problem with series that aren’t 100% made with you in mind is that your favourite characters might look ugly…that’s especially the case with En, Jakurai and Waver.

Ryudou Temple, eh? Let’s hope Assassin still looks good.

I don’t think I’ve seen that before…namely, being able to hear what’s going on outside the transformation while it’s happening.

Now this 2 Illyas thing…this is new, alright.

Illya s2 Pt 1 Ep 2

LOL, what a horoscope.

Truck-kun! I don’t think Illya would make a good isekai protag, come to think of it.

Who is this nurse? I feel like she’s from some other part of the Nasuverse… Update: My guess was right. That’s Caren Hortensia, protagonist of Fate/hollow ataraxia and Kirei’s…uh, daughter. I know he had a wife. We never met said wife, but seeing the daughter really drove that fact home.

Uhhhhhhhh…okay, now the lesbian loli scene just made things go off a cliff for me. I’m not against lesbians or yuri – to each their own – but that scene was clearly meant to be pleasing to a certain audience.

How does anyone kill anything gently…?

Ohhhhhhkay, strike 2 for loli fanservice.

I seem to remember…that’s right, Alice from the [something] no Kuni no Alice series was evaluated on her coffee-making skills (by Julius, I think it was). That’s why I’m thinking of Alice when I see Luvia praising Miyu on something similar.

Wa-hey! It’s Rin’s Azoth dagger!

Well, the mechanics of the transformation are also something you have to think about. I’ll give the show kudos for that.

Illya s2 Pt 1 Ep 3

Can we not with the whole “Onii-chan, daisuki!” thing?! That’s it! That’s the last straw! I’m finishing this episode and aborting early so that I can preserve my dignity…and get some proper sleep for once.

The fact Miyu thinks Shiro resembles her brother must not be a coincidence…(I’ve become far too Fate/ savvy, haven’t I?) Update: It seems I was right. Apparently, Miyu was taken in by Kiritsugu in a certain universe, but apparently this is a bunch of spoilers.

Genki na aisatsu was in the back.

This is just getting worse and worse…

So now Kuro’s name is Kuroe (Chloe), huh? Anyways, good riddance, loli fanservice! So long! I won’t miss you one bit!

#lord el-melloi ii-sei no jikenbo #Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files #fate/kaleid liner prisma illya #Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya 2wei!

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G1 Episode 26: Transcript

Episode Show Notes

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S: It's a Megaman rock opera and a Megaman rock opera prequel.

[ Intro Music]

O: Hello! And welcome to the Afterspark Podcast, an episode by episode recap of the Generation 1 Transformers cartoon. I'm Owls!

S: And I'm Specs!

O: And today we're gonna be talking about episode number 26: Attack of the Autobots. Let's talk about giant robots today, shall we?

S: Sure.

O: Today we open at the Ark, with the Autobots preparing something when the Decepticons attack. Prowl has a confrontation with Laserbeak.

S: Buy Prowl now, kids! He comes with a rad grappling hook accessory. You know you want it.

O: Tubular! [Laughter] Thundercracker and Skywarp shoot at Optimus and he tries to save Ratchet bridal style but the explosion throws them both face-first onto the ground.

S: No one’s having a good day here.

O: No one is having a good day here.

S: Rumble then, like, does his thing and sends Optimus and Ratchet into a crevice.

O: Elsewhere, Megatron and Starscream prepare to storm the Ark by spraying each other with invisibility spray.

S: Alright! Stuff that they'll never do anything with ever again. Does no one ever think of using these things, like, seriously? Do they ever think this stuff through?

O: We both know they don't. Soundwave is the only one capable of planning ahead and no one listens to him enough, obviously.

S: I guess, and then these two. They just walk smack-dab into the Ark.

O: The Autobots don't have any sort of scanning crap for their front door based on weight, heat signatures, something?

S: I mean, I thought they had a camera when Nightbird turns up or something. They had a camera at some point, but it looks like they just got rid of their anti-ninja floor which would have maybe helped here?

O: Possibly, but then Megatron and Starscream enter the main Teletraan-1 room and press a button, revealing two beds or recharging chambers, rather.

S: Oh, what does this tell us about the Autobots? Rather too much, I think.

O: [Laughter]

S: Megs tells Starscream to hand him the personality disrupter-

O: Oh god.

S: And then he just, like, plops the thing into the machine.

O: We’re in the Teletraan-1 room, right? Like this- this is really the plan we're going with instead of blowing it up or something?

S: Or sabotage?

O: Sabotage, yeah! I mean, I guess this is sabotage of a kind, but- but, boy in a roundabout way.

S: Everyone just wants to fuck with each other's heads, we already know that.

O: I guess. We were talking about Megatron and Starscream. It's like their MMO or their IMO- modus operandi.

S: Yes. And then these two just, you know, trot off outside and then take off. Megatron is laughing maniacally about the Autobots experiencing a “transformation” they won't expect the next time they go to sleep.

O: What is he, Freddy Krueger, now?

S: I guess?

O: [Laughter] The crossover no one asked for.

S: Well, someone might have asked for it.

O: Eh…

S: I don’t know. Back with Rumble, he's kneeling at the edge of the crevasse he created earlier wondering why he didn't hear Ratchet and Optimus hit the bottom.

O: Optimus and Ratchet come out magically flying and say, “Because we'd rather hit you!”

S: Okay.

O: It's so dumb, I can't I hate it.

S: Unfortunately, the mental image that I have of this because I don't actually remember what happens is that they’re doing side hugs as they fly out-

O: [Laughter] No, I think they both come out punching or something but I don’t remember.

S: Yes but what I’m seeing is like a side hug with punching.

O: Oh my god. [muffled laughter]

S: I’m sorry, it’s been so long.

O: It really has been awhile since we watched this.

S: And so, um, Megatron orders a retreat and the Decepticons follow suit.

O: I love that Laserbeak gets away from Prowl in like five seconds flat despite being caught by Prowl’s grapple hook thing. It really makes it seem like he was just toying with Prowl the whole time. He probably was, cuz Laserbeak is actually intelligent.

S: Yeah and distracting Prowl, or the guy who might wonder why the hell they did this seems like a smart thing to do.

O: Well, or the person who's going, “Golly, where’s Starscream and Megatron?”

S: Yeah.

O: So, yeah, go- pretty good planning, there.

S: For someone, which was probably Soundwave.

O: Or Laserbeak. I would, I think either one would be capable of this.

S: Yeah. Brawn yells that, “Soundwave didn't finish his nickel-plated knuckle sandwich,” as Soundwave flies off.

O: Say it with me kids, “Fuck Brawn.” [Laughter] Ratchet tries to chase Rumble but Rumble turns into a tape to escape his grasp. So he falls to the ground and then he turns back into a robot when Ratchet tries to pick him up off the ground and then he flies off, turning back into a tape and hopping into Soundwave’s chest.

S: And the good chunk of this is happening while Ratchet is knelt on the ground trying to pick him up in tape mode.

O: Which is just a wonderfully ridiculous sentence. Anyway, the Autobots watch the Cons fly away as the moon chills in the background.

S: And this, it honestly just looks like a magical girl anime shot for some reason.

O: Okay, I'm just like, how do you turn, like, the Transformers theme into a magical girl theme and and, uh, has that been done?

S: At this point, all that's coming to mind is, like, crossing the Transformers theme and the Sailor Moon theme.

O: I feel like Sailor Moon’s not a good fit. There's got to be a better- a better magical girl theme that's a little bit more action oriented, because you've heard- you've heard Sailor Moon, it's a love song.

S: Yeah, but the thing is I don't really watch a lot of magical girl anime, so I have a limited amount of experience.

O: Touche. I feel like Utena- crossing it with Utena would actually work better. Utena’s weird as balls, guys.

S: Yes, but I haven’t seen that yet.

O: I need to lend it to you, because it’s weird. It's, like, my kind of weird. [Laughter] Anyway, Ratchet comments that, “It's kind of weird that Megatron ran off so quickly,” but Prowl thinks that perhaps they were so quick to respond they were able to make their goal impossible to achieve.

S: Unfortunately, Prowl, you are extremely wrong here. You're so very very wrong, you're on a different continent.

O: [Laughter]

S: You're on a different planet. You're ice cold, buddy.

O: [Laughter] You can go south, you're, like, in the North Pole.

S: But Optimus just looks very squintily into the camera and says that, “Megatron always has a method to his madness.”

O: HE DOES!?!

S: Yes!

O: I think it depends on the day and the writer. Is he a moron or a genius? The world may never know!

S: How much crack is involved.

O: Also true. The next day we see the Autobots using the recharge chambers.

S: Oh, and our first victims are Ratchet and Optimus. And this honestly makes me think of- okay so the positioning of- [groans]

O: Okay, with how the beds are positioned, it looks very, very similar to- to the 50 sitcoms like, you know, the ones. Like, uh,I Love Lucy, uh, Flintstones is not a good example because they did sleep in the same bed. Just, 50’s sitcoms, yes?

S: Yeah, I Love Lucy, The Honeymooners, probably. Um. So basically because of, you know, morality codes or something they couldn't show couples sharing beds because- sex. You couldn't imply sex.

O: Basically, despite if they have children. I just can't get over that these are the ONLY two beds on the entire Ark.

S: It’s share and share alike here, I guess. All the minibots pile in. I don't know.

O: “Ah, nothing like a good recharge to give the old bolts some volts.”

S: Some pep in your step!

O: I really hope that's what they meant.

S: I don't want to debate the robot physiology HERE, okay.

O: Not here, not now, uh-huh. The stars! The stars are not aligned!

S: [Sighs] Optimus tells everybody to recharge after he hops out because they got some shit to do, man.

O: Teletraan-1 informs the Autobots of a rocket launch and Optimus orders everyone to the air force base because the Decepticons will obviously be trying to steal it.

S: [Sighs] It’s the only air force base in the continental United States, obviously. It's the only thing the Decepticons can pay any attention to.

O: Apparently, but this is not before his eyes turn red and he starts to sound real evil, though.

S: Yeah, everyone else appears to be bitten by the evil bug, too, as their eyes also start glowing.

O: We have confirmation that Optimus, Skyfire, Prowl, Bluestreak, Brawn, and Hound have been affected. Teletraan can apparently sense evil now as it blasts out about an evil presence being di-tected- di-tected? Detected!

S: Honestly, why couldn't Teletraan-1 tell there were evil presences there earlier with Megatron and Starscream, or any of the other damn times the base has been infiltrated because-

O: [Whispering] Who the fuck knows? Who the fuck knows? [Normally] Megatron appears to be talking to Teletraan-1 directly now and he kind of begins to monologue to it-

S: How the hell is he aware of any of this?

O: The personality thing had a camera/communication device on it or something?

S: Well, I mean, I guess Laserbeak could have planted cameras.

O: He's a good birb.

S: Yeah, either that or maybe he's there, considering that in the movie we see him, like, filming stuff.

O: That's also true, but we don't see him in there at least as far as the cartoon was concerned.

S: That's true, I mean, the Decepticons didn't even see what he was filming until after he turned up, went into Soundwave, and Soundwave showed them or...

O: True. However, for that matter, why the hell didn't they just send Ravage for all this? He- he can turn invisible!

S: He was off doing something else?

O: Getting a college degree? In what?

S: He's taking a course in oil painting.

O: I hate you, and I hate that this the obvious answer here (is because of you): he's getting a degree in Russian!

S: Because he's always a-rushing.

O: [Groans loudly] It's the only excuse I have for Beast Wars. It’s definitely your fault, though!

S: [Laughter] The camera pans out as Megatron blabs some more. Additional bot’s that are infected are: Ratchet, Sideswipe, and Trailbreaker. So we did cover it.

O: We did cover it. Megatron orders the Autobots to silence Teletraan and Optimus just punches the fuck out of it.

S: I guess that's one way to handle that, you can't turn it off. But, I mean, well maybe you can turn it off. But I mean, someone's gonna be real unhappy about that, later.

O: Possibly. Whoever the poor sod is that's gonna have to fix it.

S: Also, Optimus is probably gonna feel like a bit of a heel.

O: I imagine. Outside we see Bumblebee and Jazz returning back to base with Spike and Sparkplug.

S: Sparkplug was feeling very, very posh today so they took the Porsche.

O: Apparently, they've been updating Jazz's sound system.

S: I find it really funny that the humans have a better quality sound system than the giant robots.

O: Well, I mean, if high quality sound wasn't something they needed or wanted during war than it may make kind of a certain amount of sense.

S: That is a good point about, like, resource management.

O: I mean like, it wouldn't be highly on the list of priorities. Can we hear what they're saying? Yes? It's good enough.

S: Yeah, granted I don't know- Decepticons are the only ones who seem to use bugs or anything.

O: Also true. Otherwise it’s Bumblebee overheard it. [Laughter]

S: Yeah. Bumblebee overheard it or, possibly, Hound getting weird radio transmissions ‘cause I think that happened too.

O: Oh right, right when, uh, he jacked into Megatron's head.

S: Yeah.

O: He didn’t, but that’s really what it looks like.

S: It really is. He had a stupid little radar dish.

O: Pretty much.

S: Yeah, so Jazz stops and they proceed to test out those new speakers but Bumblebee’s just like, “I’m- I'm done, I'm going back to base.”

O: I love that Sparkplug complains about the volume as Bee’s driving off, too. Like, Sparkplug, like, you could have gone with Bee. [Laughter]

S: Yeah.

O: Uh, but Bee arrives back to base and somehow initially misses the giant hole punched into Teletraan-1.

S: He rolled a one on this passive perception.

O: And that’s a whiff! [Laughter]

S: He got distracted by something else.

O: [Laughter] Bluestreak?

S: Maybe. Because Bluestreak’s being all creepy here and trying to drag Bee back to bed.

O: I love that Bee’s reaction to this uh, because Bluestreak picks him up. He's like, “No, wait-” But he doesn't sound afraid, he just sounds confused.

S: Now’s not the time Bluestreak and I mean, this just makes me wonder whether, like, the other Autobots just like, occasionally pick up the minibots?

O: Yeah. Like, do they- do they carry them? Are they like, “We need a nightcap and someone to hug.” Bumblebee is very huggable, obviously!

S: I don't think Brawn would be especially-

O: No-

S: Brawn- or Huffer or Gears.

O: No,no, Brawn is going to sit in the robot playpen, for being mean to Perceptor.

S: Yeah, I don't think Brawn, Huffer, or Gears would be especially, uh, popular with that but who knows?

O: Huffer would just whine all night. He would not be fun. But Bee is very popular as a cuddle buddy. A cuddle bug if you will.

S: Yeeeeeaaaaaaah!

O: Yeeeeeaaaaaaah! [Laughter]

S: [Sighs] Jazz manages to get some rock and roll with real rocks with his new speakers.

O: Which Sparkplug calls an avalanche but wouldn't this be a rock slide?

S: I don't know, maybe he's got different parlance, but I think it would just be a rock slide. Who knows. Jazz and the two humans head back to base, arriving just as Bluestreak shoves Bee into one of the infected recharge chambers.

O: Bluestreak fires on Jazz but Jazz beans him in the crotch by throwing something.

S: What did he throw? Who knows. Do they need it later? Also, who knows. Bee seems fine, I guess? I guess the chamber didn't turn on or wasn't on that long enough but-

O: He's fine, he's not evil. Eh.

S: And Sparkplug is able to fix Teletraan-1, so I guess he's the one who regrets everything.

O: [Laughter] I hope he gives Optimus a good talking to later.

S: Yeah, and Teletraan-1 then displays a video of Megatron shoving the thing in the thing, so I guess Teletraan-1 knew?

O You couldn’t have said something sooner? You had all night, Teletraan. Really?

S: Teletraan-1 has just the shittiest priority's, I guess.

O: Apparently, Sparkplug asks how many other Autobots are infected and Teletraan-1 just says, “All of them.”

S: Those beds got an awful lot of use and Teletraan-1 has no excuses-

O: No-

S: For not telling anyone.

O: No, none excuses.

S: The Autobots crash through into- through into the air base.

O: Welcome to this 30 second interlude. Now back to Spike and Co.

S: Teletraan-1 warns them about the attack on the base and Bee and Spike drive off.

O: Ratchet and Hound are in the front of some building, under orders to retrieve the plans for the solar satellite. Inside we see a female scientist chatting on the phone.

S: She's literally the best human in this episode, and I have a question. Is this the first we’ve ever heard of the solar satellite or it's-

O: I think they might- I can't remember. I think they said it earlier in the episode when um, when teletraan one was like, “A solar satellite is going to be launched-”

S Oh, yeah, it’s to do with a launch or whatever.

O: Yeah because that's what they're launching.

S: Alright.

O: So I think Teletraan-1 might have mentioned it earlier when the Autobots were like, “Oh, we have to go there and protect it from Decepticons!” and then, “Oh no, we're actually evil right now.”

S: Okay, okay.

O: But she is definitely the best human in this episode.

S: She's alerted to the two Autobots attacking and then grabs the blueprints for satellite and books it. Meanwhile we cut to, um, evil Ratchet and Hound stooped over, stalking through the halls.

O: I love that, even, evil they aren’t just destroying everything, right now.

S: Even evil, Ratchet’s got a delicate touch.

O: Not too delicate, and he does smash through the wall slash door to get to the scientist.

S: I guess you do what you’ve got to do when you're-

O: Evil?

S: Evil or mind controlled or whatever. So the lady scientist, who’s name is Dr. Harding, breaks a window and then jumps out, cushioning her fall with a convenient table umbrella and then hoofing it off into the distance.

O: Cue scenes of destruction, as the Autobots are just breaking all of the shit back at the Air Force Base.

S: They have Optimus smashing things and shouting, “Destroy, destroy, destroy!”

O: Bee and Spike arrive on scene with Bumblebee trying to talk some sense into Prime but he gets punched in the face. He says, “Prime, it’s Bumblebee, I'm one of you're-”

S: I’m one of your whats?

O: What am I, anyway? Am I your son? Is that how this works?

S: Eh, who knows? Megs busts uh, into Mission Control like he's the freaking Kool-Aid man, you know, again, threatening a scientist who tries to stop the launch.

O: Then he destroys a bunch of computers and tells Soundwave to hack the main computer which looks suspiciously like the bank of computers he just had destroyed.

S: They wanted to- they wanted to save some money. Got to reuse that stuff. Soundwave’s just got this itty-bitty little Jack in his finger that lets him jack into the computer immediately and, honestly, I'm kind of entertained that somehow... the robots are compatible with human computer systems.

O: I mean, I wouldn't put it beyond Soundwave to have like purposely thought that far ahead-

S: Yeah-

O: Either but- but, yeah.

S: Going backwards compatible for something as primitive as a human computer-

O: In the 80’s.

S: -in the 80s.

O: Yeah.

S: Verses, they're giant robots from outer space.

O: I mean, when we could make the argument about their tech isn't super as advanced as you'd think considering maybe they've been stopped since the start of war but ehh?

S: Maybe, it's just they're like 4 million years old, at least. Who knows what tech they had and also they're obviously a hell of a lot more-

O: Tech savvy than- than humans, yes.

S: They should be. Umm, and then afterwards he espouses about how “The launch can't be stopped now and in two Earth hours they'll be on the rocket, on their way to Cybertron.”

O: So let me get this straight. You went into Mission Control, blasted a bunch of stuff that apparently didn't matter, then had Soundwave reprogram the thing so it'll go to Cybertron. Do they even have enough fuel for that? Do they know?

S: That's really what I was wondering too, or is there even going to be enough room for all of them on that considering that, you know, that sort of thing. It's like a rocket but most of that is just to convey this satellite into the upper atmosphere and then it just stays there.

O: I don’t even know if this is supposed to be manned. Like, if they were just launching a satellite I don't even know if there should have been room for people, period.

S: There shouldn't have been any sort of room there. Whatever room there might be is supposed to be, like, fuel tanks or rocket engines.

O: But, but yeah! A lot the rocket gets dropped off in pieces during liftoff. Do they know that?

S: I think they just don't give a shit. I don't know, they don't give a frag, cuz they're robots. I mean, I assume that they scope this stuff out but I don't know.

O: If Soundwave or the cassettes did recon they're gonna be fine. Seeker’s did it, they’re all going to die.

S: Yeah.

O: That- that's my take on it.

S: Back at the Ark, Sparkplug says a bunch of gobbledygook about a thing he made to revert the Autobots back to normal.

O: I call bullshit, sir. But we all know it's gonna work because that's how this show works, so carry on. Uh, Jazz simplifies this as a “goodness transfusion.”

S: Oh, Jazz, we love you, we do.

O: We do, you're great. Bluestreak gets back up and Jazz seems to think they've found their volunteer test subject.

S: How did they not tie this dude up while he was unconscious?

O: Good question, it's not like Jazz didn't have time while Sparkplug was fixing Teletraan-1 and making his goodness transfusor thing. What was he doing?

S: For that matter, why the hell didn’t Jazz just- just, like, sit on him or something, so they didn't have to- didn't have to tie him up. Or have anything to tie him up.

O: An even better question. [Laughter]

S: I don't know, they probably could have locked him in one of the recharge chambers or-

O: Something.

S: Jazz distracts Bluestreak while Sparkplug runs up and sticks the device on Bluestreak’s leg.

O: This works as Bluestreak’s optics change from red back to blue.

S: And he informs Jazz that- and Sparkplug about Megatron's orders to take the airbase and steal the plans for the satellite.

O: The three of them set forth to make more attitude adjusters. Apparently, they're not multi-use.

S: I have a number of questions, including why they're stealing the satellite plan but they're literally going to be stealing the satellite?

O: Megatron wants to cover all of his bases.

S: I guess? Maybe they wanted to like review if they're going to adjust the satellite or something-

O: I suppose.

S: I don’t know, or just make copies of it but if they have it they could just- I don’t know.

O: I don't know.

S: Meanwhile, Dr. Harding continues to be a fuckin badass, climbing into a dumpster to hide from Hound.

O: In heels. I’m pretty sure she’s in heels.

S: Yeah.

O: Seriously, I’m in love with this woman. Why isn’t she in the series more?

S: She and Carly would have gotten along well.

O: I would have loved to see that.

S: She, Carly, and Chip.

O: Yeah! Yeah! Science buddies!

S: Mm-hmm. So Dr. Harding’s, um, hiding attempt almost doesn't work as Hound begins picking up dumpsters and crushing them, but Jazz shows up just in the nick of time.

O: Sparkplug and Jazz are able to return Hound to normal but the doctor runs off and right into the still-evil Ratchet.

S: Jazz is a very on point today as he stops Ratchet just in time, as well.

O: Back at the Air Force base, the Autobots are continuing their rampage continuing to blow up all of the shit.

S: Yep, tired of watching this Bee jumps on a plane and tells Prime he'll have to destroy him, too.

O: And commercial break! Buy the toys, kids, Bumblebee’s gonna die!

S: And back to the show, Skyfire is in the air, blowing shit up.

O: I just feel really bad for him, he's gonna feel super bad if he remembers any of this when he wakes up.

S: Um-hm. Sparkplug, Dr. Harding, Jazz, Bluestreak, Hound, and Ratchet arrived on the scene. They're just collecting people-

O: Yeah, this is like the superhero movies where you have to go collect each superhero. I also kind of love that Dr. Harding was riding in Ratchet, who was tried to kill her a few minutes ago. Respect, madam, respect.

S: Yup, they see Skyfire and then Scarf- eaugh-

O: [Snorts] And then Scarfplug-

S: Sees Skyfire and Sparkplug wonders how they're going to get one of the devices way up on him. Hound offers to shoot it with his vertical beam gun.

O: Patent-pending.

S: They're able to shoot him once they get him to come a bit closer and then Skyfire returns to normal and then, now that he’s there, they load up and roll out.

O: Still the taxi service, buddy.

S: The scale is incredibly off here because Skyfire just looks like he's bigger than the Ark.

O: Big boy! Bee is still holding the ground against Optimus but gets lifted up in the air, just as the others arrive in Skyfire.

S: They show up just in time to interrupt the evil Autobots’ arts and crafts lesson.

O: With aircraft!

S: There's so much you can do with aircraft.

O: Obviously. Look! I can make pretty flowers.

S: Yeah. You can give yourself wings.

O: [Laughter] Look Optimus! I’m a Seeker!

S: Hound is able to shoot Prowl and Brawn with the personality things but misses Optimus. Who proceeds to chuck Bumblebee across the tarmac.

O: Prime splits into three, by way of his trailer, Roller, and himself. So, the Father, Son, and Holy Trailer? [Laughter]

S: Yeah.

O: Hound nails the trailer and Roller in short order.

S: They missed their chance to hit the three for one deal and now they have to get them all separately and, oh no! They're down to their last attitude exchanger.

O: They apparently only had time to make one extra.

S: I'm kind of amused by the fact that they acted- so the thing is, technically, I think they made three extras.

O: I guess you're right, because they missed with one, and then they had to hit two or- for the trailer.

S: that- four.

O: Yeah, they had- so they had to hit his trailer and Roller and then him. So you’re right. Technically, they made four.

S: Which, that is actually a pretty good margin of error, I think.

O: Yeah, I’ll give you that one. You're right, they were like, “Okay, we know this many are infected, presumably,” and then they made four extra and probably ran out of time, which, fair. Okay, fair.

S: So they- they made an attempt.

O: They did. I got to give Jazz and Sparkplug more credit here. And Bluestreak, I guess, he was helping, too.

S: Yeah. Bee yoinks the uh, remaining attitude adjuster out of Ratchet’s hands and books it on over to Optimus.

O: Optimus is able to fight the control for just long enough for Bee to get the attitude exchanger on him.

S: The Autobots realize they must stop the rocket launch to stop Megatron's plan and Dr. Harding says that it must go into orbit and that earth needs the energy that it'll supply.

O: Why didn’t the Cons just steal it from orbit?

S: Because they're dumbasses and we've got to have something so, you know, have drama here.

O: Do they not have object permanence? Like, “Oh, we can't see it anymore, it's not there anymore.”

S: I guess, I don't know they've made so many fucking spaceships at this point that they just have-

O: This shouldn't be a problem! [Wheezes] Hell, Starscream is apparently space worthy! They could have just- I don't know, waited a couple weeks and chucked Starscream into the atmosphere?

S: I imagine all the Seekers are space worthy. I mean, have we gotten to the episode where Shockwave just rides Starscream in-

O: No, not yet.

S: -in space.

O: No, no, not yet. But- but yeah like we have proof that, at least, Starscream is space worthy and presumably both the other Seekers are, too.

S: I don't think, shoot. What's-his-face? Astrotrain has come in yet but he's definitely space worthy.

O: Like, yeah, yeah! Fair, fair.

S: And we know Megatron’s space worthy.

O: Oh well, yeah, right! He can fly, why am I arguing with this?

S: Yes, he can fly and, I mean, we already saw him survive a planet explosion or whatever happened with that.

O: I would still- don't know how that worked but, uh, they all load up into Skyfire again, and head over to the rocket launch.

S: Megatron rips a door off the rocket and the Cons pile in and-

O: That's not gonna cause problems at all here, huh?

S: Oh, it should. I mean, it doesn't mean that it will.

O: This ship doesn't operate on reality... right.

S: It- Yeah, it ignores so many things.

O: It does. The rocket blasts off and Ratchet and Optimus bail out of Skyfire to land on it.

S: They, um, they're go- they're the go-team, apparently. Where's Wheeljack in this? I feel like Ratchet’s missing his buddy.

O: Wheeljack hasn't been in this entire episode so I have to assume he's taking the Dinobots somewhere, otherwise I'd assume they would have all been smashing stuff up, like with everybody else.

S: At this point, I just think Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Beachcomber took the Dinobots out for some enrichment and missed the whole thing.

O: I mean, probably just so they didn't have to fight the Dinobots uh, is why they're not in here but, uh, yeah, no, I agree with that. That's much nicer.

S: Yeah, they're all out doing swamp science or something.

O: See, I'm just imagining - they took the Dinobots to the beach.

S: [indistinct]

O: Beachcomber’s with them, right?

S: Yeah.

O: So, they're all on the beach. Uh, Wheeljack is there with whatever a robo pina colada is, uh, Perceptor’s taking sand samples, Beachcomber is corralling the Autobots- er, the- the Dinobots close to shore. It's a very, very heartwarming family vacation. So Ratchet could get a bit of a break, you know, not having to babysit the dinosaurs and then they come back and it's- it's like that gif where the guy walks into the room and everything's on fire. That- that is what Wheeljack came home to- and he's, like, “Probably a good thing I left although, boy, do I hate coming home.” [Laughter]

S: Yeah, yeah. Meg- Ratchet and Optimus have been trying to separate the rocket and the satellite so Optimus can take it into orbit and Megatron doesn’t like this plan.

O: Nevermind how this rocket is fucking GINORMOUS for some reason because the Cons are so! Tiny! [Laughter] Specs just keeps, like, shrugging in more exaggerated motions, I’m sorry you can’t see it.

S: Yeah. The other Autobots want to help but aren't sure how- with how to do it without hurting Optimus and Ratchet, until Jazz gets an idea, and I wonder what that idea’s gonna be.

O: He gets on the outside of Skyfire and I love Skyfire so much here, he's like, “Watch the first step, it's a doozy,” and, of course, all I can think of is, “Watch the first step, it's a dooooozy!”

S: And then Jazz transforms into car mode, so we have a car... riding a jet. Specifically, a Porsche riding a space jet.

O: I'm pretty sure that Skyfire’s, ah, model or whatever was not big enough to do that in Macross but alright. [Laughter]

S: Who knows? And about that Chekhov's gun or, in this case, Chekov’s speakers.

O: Jazz uses his new sound system to create a musical sonic boom.

S: Jazz weaponized music to take out a rocket.

O: Of course he did. Megatron orders the Cons to, “Abandon rocket!”

S: Ratchet and Optimus land safely on Skyfire who takes them high enough for Optimus to yeet the satellite into orbit.

O: [Laughter]

S: Honestly, why don't they just get Brawn to do this?

O: I- do we even see Brawn? Is Brawn here? I don't remember.

S: I don't know, it's just no- I mean, why don't they just hire out Brawn’s services to toss things into orbit?

O: [Laughter] Well, or, like, Perceptor. I know he's not in this episode but he's in the next episode as like- I could see Perceptor shooting something into space with an amazing degree of accuracy.

S: That’s true.

O: Probably would take less fuel, too.

S: Yeah. So, yeah, Optimus yeets the stupid satellite into orbit and it's just goofy as hell. Back at the Ark, Ratchet’s yanked out the personality displacer from the recharge stations.

O: This would not have fucking happened if you had more than two beds! In the entire Ark!

S: And if they weren't controlled by the same damn thing, like, if you had separate control systems.

O: Right, so you couldn't just shove the thing in Teletraan-1. But! Everyone decides to fight for credit for saving the day.

S: Ratchet has a fit of temper, as he does not want to share and begins to argue with Sparkplug,

O: “You wouldn’t know a microchip from a potato chip!” The Autobots know what potato chips are.

S: Well, Ratchet does, and presumably Spike has eaten potato chips in Bumblebee so he might have had to deal with-

O: -Crumbs.

S: [Laughter, indistinct] -crumbs!

O: “Hey, Ratchet, I need a good vacuum.” “You need a what!?!”

S: And we have a total on the number of Air Force jets destroyed by the Autobots.

O: Jazz says it's 47.

S: How much is that gonna cost the Autobots, anyway?

O: Nothing! Optimus says Ratchet, Sparkplug are gonna fix them!

S: Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy. Uhhh, I’m not sure they're gonna pass muster for safety tests and Spike says that they're gonna be doing it for weeks.

O: Weeks? Just weeks!?

S: Well, I guess when you have giant alien robots doing all the heavy lifting it's not that bad but rather they shouldn’t be putting those back together, anyway. They should really just make new ones at this point because planes have a lot of safety requirements-

O: Yeeeaaaah.

S: -and stuff. Uh, I don't think anyone's gonna want to be in those planes.

O: I wouldn't blame them and join us next time for episode 27: Microbots! Get ready for a fantastic journey, into Megatron???

S: Oh, it's into a world of imagination.

O: Like nothing you’ve ever seen. Also Perceptor! It is a Perceptor episode and I am delighted.

S: Yessss.

O: Also fuck Brawn.

S: And we have some fanfic for today but I think Owls’ gets to be the one to give the recommendations.

O: So, I've mentioned this before, but I have a whole uh, sheet of fics, just in case Specs forgets to do the fics. And Specs forgot to do the fics, so I get to do it today.

S: A lot- A lot of stuff happened recently.

O: It's been a busy month, guys, it has been so busy. I am so tired. The first recommendation is “Quiet” by LittleMissSweetgrass. Continuity is IDW, the rating is G. It is slash, because it is Cosmos/Soundwave. Our characters are Soundwave and Cosmos, and “Soundwave gets a virus and suddenly it is very loud.” It's a one shot. It is part of a series. It is very short but cute and uh, Coswave is one of my favourite ships ever, which is why they got added to this because it doesn't exist in G1 and I’m well aware it doesn't exist in G1 so I was, like, look I gotta put ‘em somewhere.

O: And then our other one is “Here Be Monsters” by Lush_Specimen. Continuity is IDW, it's G, its slash, it has Hoist/Trailcutter, Rodimus/Thunderclash, and uh, Minimus Ambus/Megatron- Our characters are Megatron, Hoist, Rodimus, Thunderclash, Riptide, and Minimus Ambus. In summary, “A late-night visit from Hoist forces Megatron to confront the overwhelming personal tragedies created by his legacy of violence. As he contemplates the long reaching consequences of his words he begins to wonder if he truly deserves a second chance.” This is multi-chapter but it has been completed. Um, it's just kind of nice. I'm always- I'm always here for ah, Lost Light Megatron actually having to think about things and being forced to consider, basically, his actions. So I really like this one.

S: Nice, thank you. And that just about wraps it up for us today. Remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort as Afterspark-Podcast for any additional information, show notes, or links we may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter @AftersparkPod (all one word), and various other locations by searching for, “Afterspark Podcast,” such as AO3, iTunes, Google Podcasts, Stitcher, and Youtube, just to name a few. Until next time, I'm Specs.

O: And I'm Owls.

S: Toodles!

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riffrcffed-a · 4 years

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: aight *cracks neck* get ready for the paragraphs Em

So I think Spider-Man is one of my earliest loves, and my most guarded secrets when I was a kid. Growing up, I was bullied relentlessly for not “being like the other girls in my class” (as funny as that sounds now), and my interests were often the target when it wasn’t my personality traits. As such, I learned to guard my interests close to my heart, two in particular: Star Wars, and Spider-Man.

Now, I remember being eight years old and writing my first Star Wars fanfic, and following it CLOSELY with my second, a Spider-Man fanfic. I never loved Toby McGuire’s Spider-Man, but it was the ONLY Spider-Man content I knew at the time (because I didn’t watch much TV aside from the Danny Phantom episodes that were on Nickelodeon at six thirty when I was eating breakfast before school), so I was sort of working off nothing. My brother actually finally got into cartoons when he was about six, and that’s when HE started to watch Spider-Man cartoons, and I remember being planted in front of the TV RIGHT next to him waiting to see what shenanigans were going on.

I loved Spider-Man WELL before girls liking superheroes were popular, and when I tried to tell people about this interest, I was mocked heavily for it. I began to hoard collections of things - episodes, comic strips I’d found at the library, the Toby movies, etc. I was afraid to even tell my PARENTS I liked Spider-Man, which was,,, dumb, looking back aksjdfhsjakdf but I guess I also liked that it was solely mine?

Peter Parker is a character that I have always resonated with. Like Aladdin, I instantly connected to Peter --- from his sense of humor to his insecurity to the ol’ Parker Luck, I just really had an instant click with him as a character. I loved that he was fourteen (which, to me, seemed INSANELY old at the time and now sees laughably young), I loved that he never knew when to give up, I loved that even though life constantly seemed to try to break him he was always putting himself back together.

I also adored, and still adore, that he was a homegrown superhero. Sure, Tony Stark had billions to go off of, but Peter made his webshooters (well, not according to Toby, but I actually HATED that as a kid (a fear of bugs will do that)) and decided he’d come up with his own device on his own, funny enough. I loved that everything was very much a “basement” superhero operation, with him jerry rigging police radios and sewing his own suits.

It made me really think that anything was possible and that everyday people could be extraordinary --- and something that I’ve always been amazed by, especially looking back, is how I didn’t think everyday people could be Spider-Man. The chances of being bitten by a spider and turned into a dude with powers? GOD I wished, but not likely. I believed in everyday people being extraordinary because of PETER PARKER, even at eight years old, and I still think that message managing to get across to an EIGHT year old is the true meaning of what it means for media to resonate with someone.

How they play them: I adore your Peter. I’m admittedly VERY critical of portrayals of characters I love (that comes from years of reading fanfic and only accepting what I deemed Top Tier and Read Again Worthy), and let me tell you, your Peter just hits all the buttons for me. I love everything about your portrayal, honestly, like it could NOT be any better.The Mun: you know I stan you hard Em HJSDKJAFAHSKDF but honestly you are such a sweetheart and one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, like I absolutely count myself lucky to know you like wowie i love ya a lot

Do I:

RP with them: YES I DOWant to RP with them: always, always, always

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

I adore you and it’s no wonder why

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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Summary:

In a different universe, the ship that descends upon Earth to abduct Peter belongs to Thanos. In a different universe, Gamora hitches a ride with the Ravagers to escape her war-torn planet.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Relationships: Gamora/Peter Quill, Peter Quill & Thanos, Gamora & Yondu Udonta, Nebula & Peter Quill, Mantis & Peter Quill Characters: Peter Quill, Gamora (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel), Yondu Udonta, Mantis (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Spoilers, Canonical Character Death, Thanos vs Ego Custody Battle, Implied underage drinking, Yondu’s A+ Parenting, Thanos’ A+ Parenting, Torture, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Filicide

1000 years later it’s finally done BUT HEY I got it out before Endgame so that’s something, right?

Full chapter below:

When Peter first met Thanos, it went like this:

He thought Thanos was his father.

One of the first things Thanos said to him was “You don’t belong here. You belong with the stars.”

(“You belong with the stars, Peter. Just like your daddy.”)

One of the first things Thanos did was coax the light out of Peter’s hands.

“Now close your eyes and concentrate- reach your mind out to the galaxy.”

(“He was an angel. Composed of pure light.”)

It made him ignore the way Thanos’ shadow loomed like Death in the dark mist.

It made him miss the fact that the giant hands cupping his face out of pride were also muffling his Grandpa’s frantic calls for him.

So when Thanos reached out a hand just as the light from above engulfed them both…

Peter reached back.

When Gamora first met Yondu, it went like this:

“Please! It’s just the two of us! I might not have much but I can also cook and clean!”

“You think you’re the first one to say that, woman? Well I got one word for you: Scram!”

“No please, then just my daughter- Gamora, she’s only eight!”

“For the last time, no! Ugh, all the the cheap fuel in this shithole ain’t worth this.”

“Please, I beg you- I’ll do anything, just let Gamora get out of here safely! She- she can even be your slave, just take her somewhere else!”

Yondu, like most Ravagers, had a notoriously short temper. And like most Ravagers, that temper tended to be explosive- violent, and sometimes even deadly.

It was rare then, to see his anger run colder than ice.

Gamora found herself torn away from her mother’s grip with such force that she nearly fell face-first onto the dirt.

“I’ll take the girl then.”

“Can I visit Grandpa?” Peter learnt not to ask.

“Your grandfather hates you,” Thanos always said. “He blames you for your mother’s death because you couldn’t control your powers.”

“But that’s not true!” Peter learnt not to say, as his memories of firm hugs smelling like cigarette smoke faded after each day.

“I miss Earth,” Peter learnt not to say.

“Why?” Thanos always said. “There’s nothing left for you there. Now you have the galaxy within your reach.”

But the only thing within Peter’s reach was the warm light that pulsed within him and the cold, dead ground beneath his feet.

“I just want to go home,” Peter never said. Because he wasn’t even sure what that meant anymore.

Perhaps it meant nights where he played his walkman as he laid in his cot, pretending that he was lying on the grass as his mother, happy and alive, shared her music with him. Or perhaps it meant nights where he carefully held his mother’s unopened present, before the guilt forced him to shove it back into his backpack.

For Peter, home was the pieces of his mother’s memory that Thanos hadn’t taken away from him. Home was what Peter had left to remember that even if his family did hate him like Thanos said…

His mother did love him, once upon a time.

Peter hated Ebony.

When Thanos first introduced him to his new older brother, he had told Peter that Ebony would help him get stronger. Ebony’s knife-sharp grin and the power woven from his spidery fingers promised exactly that, and something else entirely.

Thanos told Ebony to spar with Peter. Ebony twisted the walls from around them and threw them at Peter, again and again, until he passed out from the pain. Next time he flipped the ground from beneath their feet and crushed Peter under it until he could no longer breathe. But just before the world was swallowed by darkness, light erupted desperately from Peter’s entire being, obliterating his earthen prison. It wasn’t enough though, because the world was still spinning and Peter’s fumbling control over his powers protected him against Ebony about as well as a sheet of paper against pouring rain.

Again and again, Peter tried to fight back. But again and again, he woke up with yet another body part damaged beyond repair. Yet another body part to be replaced by metal.

“You have powers, little one,” Thanos said. He looked disappointed. Peter felt a twinge where his heart used to be. “Why don’t you use them?”

Peter didn’t even know if he was improving or not. He just fought and fought and fought, as hard as he could.

Until one day, he managed to finally wrestle the needles of light from Ebony’s control and turn them against him. He even made them into the shape of a giant shark because he could.

“Well done, my son,” Thanos smiled. They watched the blood get mopped off the training room floors. It was what happened when your legs got bitten off by a shark, real or not.

Thanos found it amusing. It was the second time he had ever looked at Peter with such pride.

Peter wanted to smile back. But victory tasted bitter, like blood.

Nebula was Peter’s favourite sibling.

There wasn’t much competition, really- Proxima and Corvus always looked at him as if he was a squashed bug. Cull always looked at him as if he was a bug to be squashed. And the less said about Ebony the better.

Nebula only sparred against him on the occasions where Thanos wanted Peter to focus on his hand-to-hand. Whenever he won, she got dragged away and returned more metal, less flesh. Whenever she won, Peter got dragged away back to Ebony.

But outside of the training grounds, Nebula always hovered curiously in his peripheral, just out of reach. They did talk, but she was always so tense, wary, like she was expecting to be hurt. It reminded Peter of the stray cats in his old neighbourhood that he had tried to feed and pet, before his Grandpa found out and shooed them away. She even had that same glimmer of hope in her eyes when Peter didn’t betray the inch of trust that she reluctantly gave him.

So she practically bristled and hissed at him when he tried to share his mother’s music with her.

“What’s this?”

“It’s my walkman.”

“But it doesn’t have legs and it’s not a man.”

“No, you’re supposed to use it for music. Here.”

She looked at the headphones he held out as if they were going to electrocute her, but she slowly slipped them on.

Having a new friend, a new sister, made Peter’s new life more bearable. In between missions where Thanos sent them out to kill, they huddled together in quiet corners to listen to Peter’s walkman. They never spoke to each other in those moments- Peter, too busy grasping at the bittersweet memories of his mother’s toothy grin and her twinkling blue eyes. Nebula, he wasn’t sure; he could only assume that she too considered the soft, crooning voices of 10cc to be a cocoon of safety from their living hell.

Peter sparred. He fought. He was broken into pieces, then put together again.

He clung to his music until his walkman became just as much of a part of him as his blades and the warm light thrumming in his veins.

He killed.

And killed.

He killed until he became Star-Lord, the most feared assassin in the galaxy.

Gamora was ten the first time she and Yondu fought.

It wasn’t the first time he had raised his voice at her- far from it. Yondu always seemed to find one thing or the other to yell at her for, especially in front of the other Ravagers. And most of the time, nothing stopped her from screaming back.

But it was the first time his bark was accompanied by his bite.

“Kraglin! Take this thing out and shut the damn door before it can get back in!”

“No! Leave Stripe alone! Give him back to me!”

“Does this ship look like a zoo to you? You’re lucky I caught it before we took off. You bring one more mutt on board and we’re dumping you at the next stop, ya hear me?”

“Stripe’s my friend! Just because you don’t have any-”

“When I picked you up as a kid, these boys wanted to eat you. Zehoberei are so rare they’re a treat now. I stopped ‘em. You’re alive because of me!”

“What do you care anyway? You only keep me around ‘cause I’m a slave you got for free!”

But he didn’t continue yelling, like she had come to expect. Instead, she was met with silence.

Until…

“...You think you know a damn thing about what being a slave’s like? Huh? You think you get to throw that word ‘round like you know what it means?!”

His voice rose with his anger, but his words became more frigid. The red fire in Yondu’s eyes turned cold as stone.

Even Gamora couldn’t help but shiver.

She sometimes wondered if she had imagined the Yondu whose anger stung sharper than frostbite- the man who had taken her from her mother. It was a side of him that she never saw again, until that moment.

(Years later, she would find out that Yondu had been sold as a slave when he was a baby)

(Years later, she would look back at this moment and feel that she might understand him, just a little more)

Gamora’s mum used to tell her that she was too curious for her own good. Too inquisitive. But she always smiled when she said it, running her fingers down her daughter’s hair to tease the knots out of the deep red curls.

Once, when Yondu wasn’t looking, Gamora tried to use his arrow. She hid away in a half-forgotten storage room and tried to fly the arrow in a deadly streak of red, just the way Yondu did it. But no matter how hard she whistled, the arrow wouldn’t budge. It didn’t take long for Yondu to find her, spitting anger from his lips to hide the worry in his eyes.

Gamora clenched her fists and waited to be left behind on the ship at their next stop.

But instead, Yondu took her in one hand and a crate of weapons in the other to an isolated part of the woods. For a horrifying moment she thought she was being walked to her execution- for touching that damn arrow? Really?

But when they stop, Gamora found a blaster shoved into her hands.

She stared at it.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

“... You’re gonna teach me how to shoot them?”

“‘Course I am! You’re a Ravager, ain’t ya? Now get over here before I change my mind.”

It would take years for her to realise that Yondu spoke his heart through his actions, not his words. He barked at her for every mistake she made, but he always grinned when she got it right. And after she hit her first bird in the tree on the other side of the clearing, he laughed and poured Gamora her first glass of ale.

For the first time since leaving Zen-Whoberi, she grinned back.

Loneliness was a familiar friend.

Gamora was just a girl amongst Ravagers, and every time she stepped onto a different planet she found her eyes searching for familiar dark red curls framing green skin. She was just a girl amongst Ravagers, and the only women she could talk to were the occasional prostitutes. They were usually really nice to her though, and she’d learnt to appreciate the genuine smiles behind smudged lipstick as they gave her life advice.

But in the end, they always left.

Gamora dreamt about leaving too. She dreamt about running away, stealing a ship and flying away. Perhaps she’d try finding her mother; a part of her hoped that she was still alive, and they’ll meet again someday. But then she’d remember that the last time they saw each other, the woman she had loved and trusted with all her heart tried to sell her to Yondu. As a slave. Gamora’s mind knew it was a desperate attempt to get her off the planet safely, but her heart still stung at the memory.

Then one day, Gamora’s dream came true.

She did steal a ship. And she did fly away. And Yondu went ballistic, just like she knew he would.

(Except he wasn’t angry, not really. Months later, the package he sent her contained a single switchblade- dual blades connecting at a red-studded hilt. It told her, more than words could, that he was proud that she could take care of herself)

Gamora kept a collection of knives, most of which she’d nicked from unsuspecting pockets. She also kept a collection of guns, most of which she’d slipped off bar counters when ignorant backs were turned. But no matter how much she gambled, what she sold off, her switchblade remained her greatest treasure- a priceless piece she always kept sheathed close to her heart.

In between jobs, she drifted through the galaxy. She was a thief and a smuggler and she was freer than she had ever been.

But she was still a Ravager at heart, and being alone was its own cage. She never started her own clan, even years after leaving Yondu’s. She never even formed a crew for her ship.

Loneliness was a familiar friend, after all.

Peter is eighteen when Thanos gains a new enemy.

It begins with a lost shipment of supplies. Then another. And another. Then several Chitauri ships get destroyed. Again and again. An incident here and there, spread out over the years, seemingly at random.

Peter has the feeling that Thanos knows exactly who the culprit is, even though he never acts on it. Immediately after each incident, Thanos always orders Peter to the training grounds before sitting back, a silent spectator in every fight. As if it is somehow Peter’s fault that the attacks are happening.

Thanos never acts on it, until one day, Corvus and Proxima’s latest attempt to retrieve the Mind Stone fails.

He summons Peter, and gives him a new mission.

A Celestial, Thanos’ warning rings through Peter’s mind.

Ego.

When Peter first meets his real father, it goes like this:

“It is you. Star-Lord. After all these years, I’ve found you.”

“...Why the hell are you so happy to see me? I’m here to kill you.”

“Of course you are! Now tell me, your name’s Peter isn’t it? That’s what your mother wanted to name you.”

Ego is his real father. His real father who, after hearing of an assassin whose powers are eerily similar to his own, was infuriated to learn about the weapon that Thanos had forged his son into.

“So I had to get on his bad side somehow,” Ego says. “He’s always sending his so-called ‘Children’ off to do the dirty work for him. I’ve been waiting for the day he sends you to me.”

Ego is his real father, who has finally come to take him home.

For the first time since living amongst the stars, Peter allows himself to hope.

At first, Peter doesn’t know what to think of Ego’s companion.

Mantis is eager, yet timid. Her smiles are forced, yet her eyes are kind. She shrinks back from Ego whenever he turns her way, yet she can put him to sleep with a single touch.

“Ego found me in my larva state,” she tells Peter, antennas twitching as she answers his unspoken curiosity. “Orphaned on my homeworld. He raised me by hand, and kept me.”

Peter thinks about Thanos, who took him from his family in the wake of his mother’s death. Raised him with blood and death, and kept him, like an attack dog.

Ego is very vocal about his agreement with Peter’s inner sentiments, and when he isn’t throwing insults at the Mad Titan he is reminiscing about Meredith Quill. Peter had daydreamed about this, having a real dad to whisk him away to a better life, one where they just… get to spend time with each other. One where his Celestial powers could be used as a ball in catch rather than a blade at someone’s neck.

(One where Thanos is little more than a distant memory)

Everything is perfect.

Almost.

Peter doesn’t notice Mantis meekly fading into the background, but he does notice that the more Ego shows him around the planet, the more she hunches her shoulders and wrings her hands. And when he does manage to catch her gaze, her dark eyes are wide with guilt and regret.

He forces himself to look away- she’s staring at him as if she’s mourning him.

“Something’s going on. What is it?”

Mantis chokes under his grip.

“You’re… you’re not scared.” She sounds almost confused. “You’re… betrayed.”

Peter abruptly lets go.

“You know,” he hisses instead. “Whatever it is, you know.”

She doesn’t deny it. It’s as if she’s been waiting for him to confront her.

In the night, after putting Ego to sleep, Mantis leads Peter through a maze of underground caves.

She leads him right to a mountain of skeletons.

“... Who are they?” Peter asks when he’s finally able to breathe again.

“His children. Because they can’t use his powers.” She swallows. “The only reason I’m not with them is because I’m still useful.”

He stares down at his hands.

“But I…”

She shakes her head. Even in the dark, he can see the tears glistening in her eyes.

“He wants to use you like a battery. He doesn’t have enough power by himself to…”

“To what?”

But Mantis doesn’t get to tell him, because striding up behind them, Ego answers for her.

Peter sees and feels nothing but white.

He’s being drained, but he is overflowing. He knows there’s pain, but his mind has been swallowed by the universe.

“Peter!”

A sharp tug, and suddenly he’s in the hallway again. His breath evens out and everything slides into focus again, including the armoured figure of Thanos.

His heart sinks.

No.

“Get off my planet, you thief,” Ego snarls.

“Not until I’ve taken back what belongs to me.”

“He’s my son.”

“You didn’t raise him.”

“Oh I’ve heard about you- the Mad Titan, a bloodthirsty menace, a plague upon the universe. Do you really think you can win against me, on my own planet?”

Thanos raises his blade in answer.

It is terrifying and thrilling all at once- the battle between the god made of light and the Mad Titan whose shadow reeks of death. The ground beneath them trembles with terror and the air roars their mutual fury.

In another world, Peter might have stayed to save the universe.

But in this one, he has no choice but to run.

Peter had come to Ego’s planet in search of a father, and now he’s leaving with a sister in tow.

He is already halfway across the galaxy with Mantis in their stolen ship when he suddenly feels it-

It’s as if something has been unplugged from him; the light which had steadily pulsed in his veins for as long as he can remember, suddenly…

Gone.

In that moment he knows - he no longer has his powers.

The powers that Thanos had stolen him from Earth for. The powers that Ego wanted to use to warp the universe.

Gone.

Peter feels as if every inch of his being has been scraped raw. He’s empty now. Empty, but clean.

If Ego had lost, then that means Thanos is after Peter. But without his powers, without his strongest weapon, he’s useless now. Disposable, even. Because Thanos doesn’t collect his failures in a mountain of bones, he crushes them beneath his feet until his footsteps are stained by their blood.

So Peter runs.

Gamora is twenty-three when she nearly dies snatching the Orb from right under Korath’s nose. She considers herself lucky, really- it’s only her second near-death experience this month. And the Orb is definitely worth more than enough to get her back on her feet again after her latest spree at the Aeon Casino.

Of course she isn’t handing it over to Yondu.

“I slaved putting this deal together-”

“You made a few calls is what you did-”

“-and now you’re gonna rip me off!”

“-but I’m the one who doesn’t know what ‘slaved’ means?”

“We do not do that to each other. We’re Ravagers. We got a code.”

“What code? We’re nothing more than honourless thieves.”

They shout at each other until Gamora cuts the call in a huff. She squashes down the churning guilt because she needs the money, more than Yondu does.

But as she speeds her way towards Xandar, it is hard not to feel bad when her only companion is the white noise of the Milano’s thrumming engine.

When Gamora first meets her best friends, it happens like this:

Nebula is trying to kill her over that damn Orb.

Rocket and Groot are after her bounty because she didn’t hand that damn Orb over to Yondu.

The moment Peter and Mantis see that damn Orb, they shed their tourist disguises.

As the cherry on top of the chaotic mess unravelling around her, Gamora’s chance to escape manifests in the form of an unexpected family reunion between two of her attackers.

“You. You traitor! Get away from the Orb, you don’t deserve it!”

“Look, I’m sorry, I really am, but the universe doesn’t deserve to be destroyed by Thanos.”

“I thought you were my brother. But you left me. You left me and replaced me!”

“Ugh no, Mantis isn’t- I’m sorry, okay? Look, I know what this looks like, but it’s kind of a long story which I’ll tell you, if you let me have the Orb. You can even join us, if you want, and Thanos can go screw himself.”

If Gamora had been paying attention to the drama, she would’ve noticed the way Nebula’s indecision hangs in the air. Instead, she continues crawling towards the Orb, determined to leave unnoticed with her prize.

But just as her fingertips graze the metal casing, all hell breaks loose.

Her body is suddenly on fire and her muscles seize up. Rocket’s cackling rings in her ears and Nebula’s angry cries pound against her skull. Gamora can’t even tell if the darkness enveloping her is the loss of consciousness or the burlap sack Groot has been dragging around.

In Gamora’s third near-death experience that month, she passes out before getting arrested with the misfits she’ll learn to value with her life.

Peter can almost taste the anger buzzing in the air. Next to him, he feels Mantis shrink back from the jeers pelted at them from every direction.

His fingers twitch for his confiscated blades.

“You first!”

“You first, Nebula!”

Their eyes spit acid, their lips drip hatred.

Nebula snarls back at the other prisoners with just as much venom. Out of habit Peter finds himself reaching a comforting hand out to her arm, but he stops when she turns her glare on him as well.

Her glares keep everyone away, but Peter is nothing if not a stubborn asshole when he wants to be.

“Nebula-”

“I’m not listening to the traitor who ran away like a coward,” she spits.

“I know. I’m sorry. But I had to leave, because Thanos would’ve killed me if I hadn’t.”

“You? His precious, half-Celestial son? You’re his favourite.”

“Ha! Not anymore. I’m basically useless to him right now.”

Nebula narrows her eyes at him.

“How?”

Peter shrugs.

“Like I’ve said, long story. Maybe I’ll get the chance to tell you after we escape, if that raccoon isn’t talking out of his ass.”

Unexpectedly, Nebula hesitates.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know where you’re going. But after I leave this place, I’m going back to Ronan.”

“No.”

“I have a mission to complete.”

“No. If Ronan gets that stone, he’ll kill us all.”

“Then I’m going straight to Thanos.”

“That’s even worse. Come on, Nebula, please- you don’t have to do this.”

Her answering silence makes his heart sink. But Peter is nothing if not a stubborn asshole when he wants to be, and he’s going to change her mind.

They break out of The Kyln, but Peter goes back for his walkman.

(Nebula stays)

“Why would you risk your life for this?”

Peter smiles wryly down at the strange box-like device in his hands.

“My mother gave it to me. I… I don’t have much left from Earth.”

Gamora’s curiosity is drowned out by a wave of sympathy.

“Did Thanos destroy your home planet too?”

“Oh, no. It’s kinda weird, now that I think about it, but the only thing he took from Earth was me. He must’ve thought that a half-Celestial would be useful. Not that I’m much more than a normal human at this point.”

Oh.

“So that… thing. What do you do with it?”

There’s another part to that box-like device- it looks like a headband, and Peter eases it onto her head like one. A melody engulfs her ears, and under the sky of stars and colours she finds herself pulled into a slow dance before she even realises it.

It’s… pleasant.

She likes this side of him, the side which doesn’t seem so cold and hardened. His eyes, a soft and pleasant green, look so much warmer up close like this when their breaths are almost touching.

But a sudden crash shatters the moment. Gamora feels exasperation well up within her when she realises who the shouting belongs to- can’t Nebula and Rocket play nice for just a minute?

She turns around to look back at Peter, and tries not to feel too disappointed at the way his expression has closed off again.

Seeing Yondu again is like falling back into old habits. It is getting into a shouting match with him again, it is standing tall against the jeers of the other Ravagers. It is being held at arrowpoint and striking a deal with him: the safety of millions of lives, for the Orb.

Yondu’s grin is sharp when he claps her on the back, but his eyes twinkle with amusement and pride.

They are a complete mess, all of them. They are jagged puzzle pieces that refuse to fit together.

They are going to stop Ronan from wiping out billions of innocent lives.

A bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle.

Friends who are ready to die for each other.

“We are Groot.”

There is no dance-off. There is only Gamora, and her attempt to entrap Ronan into a debate about his actions. There is only Gamora, and her distraction allowing for Mantis to sneak up and put him in a trance through a firm squeeze around his fingers.

And then Rocket fires at the Infinity Stone.

Mantis is the first to grab the Stone. Ego’s planet might be dead but she is still part-Celestial, even if she never had access to the powers. Gamora, the next closest, manages to grab onto her friend’s smouldering skin soon after.

Struggling against the power and pain electrifying every cell of her body, Gamora barely manages to make out the figure of Peter fighting to get closer.

“Peter! Take my hand!”

(“Take my hand, Peter.”)

“Mum.”

“Take my hand!”

Peter reaches back.

The blue ribbon unravels from its knot. It’s been twenty years, and Peter thinks he finally might be able to tear off the wrapping without trembling fingers.

Awesome Mix Vol. 2

The cassette tape slots in with a soft click, and a few seconds later Marvin Gaye’s voice drifts from the speakers.

He stares, entranced, at the slowly-spinning tape, and tries to blink away the emotions blurring his vision.

His trained ears pick up on the footfalls from leather boots, and he looks up to see Nebula. She looks back with hard unreadable eyes, but the tension in her shoulders give away her uncertainty.

Peter scoots over on the bench, and she wordlessly sits down next to him.

They don’t say anything.

They listen.

“So,” Peter begins, leaning against the top of Gamora’s seat. “What should we do next? Something good? Something bad? A bit of both?”

She tilts her head back. His face looks a bit odd from this angle, but it’s definitely something she can get used to.

“Hm… how about a bit of both?”

Peter smiles back.

“Whatever you say, Captain.”

“Your father killed my brother.”

“Stop! Peter hates him just as much as you do.”

“Yeah, and he’s not my father. He killed my real father too, actually. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but still.”

And a part of Peter, twisting in a sickening knot in his stomach, suspects that Thanos has killed Nebula too- because there’s no way she’d ignore their comm calls for two weeks straight.

He stiffens when he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder. He doesn’t expect to see the sincerity in Thor’s remaining eye.

“Families can be tough.”

A complete stranger shouldn’t understand, but for some reason Peter believes that Thor genuinely does. He allows his initial dislike of the man to soften a bit.

Just a bit.

“I need to ask a favour.”

Gamora pauses in the middle of sharpening of her favourite switchblade. She has never seen Peter look so grim, even in the early days of knowing him.

“What is it?”

“If things go wrong- if Thanos gets me… promise me you’ll kill me.”

“... What?”

“I know something he doesn't. Something he can’t find out. Ever.”

Gamora’s heart sinks.

“What do you know?”

Peter shakes his head.

“If I tell you, you’d be in danger too.”

Gamora reaches out to squeeze his hand.

“We’re already in danger together.”

He doesn’t squeeze back. He removes his hand. She stiffens from the sting of rejection.

“This is different. And I want you- need you to live.”

“Peter-”

“Promise me you’ll kill me.”

Gamora shakes her head, and stops trying to hold back her tears.

“This isn’t fair.”

“Gamora- please-” Peter takes her forgotten switchblade, and gently curls her fingers around it.

He pulls her hand towards himself, his hand encased around her fingers, encased around her blade.

“Promise me,” he whispers.

It feels like forever before Gamora finally nods.

Their kiss tastes like goodbye.

“Let him go.”

The world is on fire, and the air is choked with smoke. Thanos grins. Gamora tightens her grip on her blaster.

“Ah, the girlfriend.”

“Gamora…” Peter wheezes out.

“Let. Him. Go.”

“Gamora… not him.”

No.

This can’t be happening.

“You promised.”

This isn’t fair.

Thanos speaks, but she ignores him. She stares at Peter instead, taking in his pleading eyes and his tear-stained face.

This isn’t how she wants to remember him.

“I love you, more than anything.” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t sob.

Peter doesn’t deserve this- he deserves to die at an old age after a long fulfilling life, or even in the middle of one of their grand, reckless, saving-people adventures.

The only thing she can give him is a quick death.

She slides her blaster back into its holster.

She draws out her switchblade.

And lunges.

But the blade smacks uselessly against something hard with a sharp crack.

Gamora stills. There’s suddenly a thick steel wall blocking her from Peter.

No.

She throws herself at it, determined to cut it open, push it away, anything.

“Peter!”

“You’re quite the fighter,” Thanos says from the other side. “I like you.”

“No! Peter!”

The wall eventually dissolves, but by the time she lands on her bruised and bleeding knuckles, they’re already long gone.

“I thought you might be hungry.”

Peter stares numbly at the small bowl of gruel. He can’t even muster the energy to feel offended.

“Thought you could get rid of me with poison now that I’m just a weak human?”

“I wouldn’t waste food like that. Besides, you’re more than just your Celestial powers, Peter.”

He recoils from Thanos’ words.

“That… sounds exactly like something someone who actually gives a damn about me would say. But coming from you- ”

“And what makes you so sure I don’t ‘give a damn’ about you?”

Thanos actually looks genuinely curious. Peter can’t believe this.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You took me from my family when I was just a kid-”

“I saved you. They were scared of you, because of your powers.”

“My mum had just died. I watched her- we watched her. Grandpa was going to raise me-”

“She died because of you. You couldn’t control your powers. And you ran away from them, which was how I found you. I was the first to see the worth of your powers. Of you.”

“Bullshit.”

Peter never needed anyone to see the worth of those powers. His time with the Guardians of the Galaxy had taught him as much.

(But that doesn’t stop the slight twist in his chest)

“Who comforted you after the heavier sparring sessions with Ebony? Who fought Ego for you? You have no idea how painful it was to realise that you had run away with Ego’s other spawn. My victory was worth nothing because I had failed to bring you back home.”

Peter doesn’t say anything. He can’t. The twist in his chest has become painful.

“I care about you, my son. I always have. The least you can do is tell me where the Soul Stone is.”

Peter’s knuckles are white when he raises his chin at Thanos.

“No.”

“Vormir!”

Blue and purple lights fade, but Peter’s mind is still ringing with the echoes of Nebula’s screams and the rattles of her metal parts. He takes a shaky step closer to where his sister has been strung up, each part of her taken apart and put on display. The design cruelly reminds Peter of the times he had won their fights- he did this to her, the display seems to accuse.

“The Stone is on Vormir,” he whispers, reaching out a comforting hand, but there isn’t a part of Nebula whole enough to place it.

“Show me.”

Peter doesn’t need to turn around to know that Thanos is grinning smugly.

When Gamora first meets the Avengers, it goes like this:

“I’m only going to ask you once- where’s Peter?”

The strange creature under Gamora’s headlock stiffens. She digs her blaster into his neck in response.

“Who- what- Peter?” he squeaks out. “Uh, nope, neverheardthatnamebefore-”

The armoured man’s helmet dissolves, revealing a pale, furious face.

“What do you want with him?”

“What do I want- Thanos took him. Now tell me where he is, or this one- ” She tightens her grip. “-is getting his head turned into a pile of mush.”

“Wait what,” Gamora’s hostage suddenly says.

“Thanos took him-? Wait. You think we’re with Thanos.”

“Aren’t you?”

But they aren’t, because they’re the Avengers. Thor’s friends. If Gamora was in her right mind she would’ve been embarrassed by the misunderstanding. But Thanos has once again burnt her world to hell and back, and she’s running on nothing but fury and determination.

She learns that the Terran adolescent she had held hostage is also named Peter, but that’s about where the similarities end.

She also learns that the Guardians of the Galaxy get along with the Avengers like oil and water, and she’s becoming increasingly convinced that their team-up will destroy the universe instead of saving it.

Gamora sighs and turns away from Stark’s attempts to wrangle Drax’s attention.

She’ll just have to see if they’re in the one universe where they win.

Thanos’ tears aren’t genuine.

They can’t be.

“No. This isn’t love.”

Peter wants to run. He wants the dignity of dying before he can get killed.

“I’m sorry, little one.”

The howls of the icy winds swallow Peter’s screams and he can only struggle weakly against the iron-tight grip around his arm as he gets dragged closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

The last thing he sees is the shadow of Death looming over him, if Death were capable of remorse.

He falls.

They have Thanos trapped.

Gamora steps towards him.

“I thought you’d be harder to catch. But I guess you aren’t so strong after all. Where is Peter?”

“My… Peter…?” Thanos rasps weakly.

“Where. Is. He.”

It is Mantis who realises it first.

“He’s in anguish…”

“Good.”

“He’s mourning… Peter…” Mantis whimpers and the lights in her antennae flicker.

Gamora sees red.

She faintly registers Stark speaking to her, but in that moment the only thing which exists in the world is her raw desire to hurt the man before her.

“You didn’t,” she spits. “You asshole. Tell me you didn’t!”

She whips her switchblade out, and she’s ready to slice his face open, gouge his eyes out until the blades are stained as red as the ruby-studded hilt.

But in that moment, a sob wracks through Mantis’ entire body and her face twists from the agony of being forced to grieve her dead brother through his murderer.

Her antennae flicker again, and so does her control over Thanos’ mind.

Thanos breaks free.

Gamora screams in rage and stumbles back onto her feet again, gripping onto her blaster like a lifeline.

“Where is he?”

He was right there. She nearly had him, she nearly-

But all she sees is Stark, propped up in his torn armour like a fallen soldier. He doesn’t look like a man gearing up for the last stretch of battle.

He looks like a man on the other end of it.

Gamora’s heart sinks to the barren earth beneath her feet.

“We lost.”

Gamora’s world crumbles into dust.

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lols legit i just love me my fluff and mutual pining and just all types of that wonderfulness, even with light angst tbh and i love me my HS Aus or college Aus or Human Aus or anything inbetween lmfao XD Ur brilliant and hope this isn't too much of a bother =D

Sorry it took so long, I got distracted! Here are some recs :) [Sorry if I don’t have a lot of light or human fics, most of my bookmarks are heavy werewolf angst oops. I went through half my bookmarks and this is already too long lol enjy!]

I’ve Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope [61k, E]

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

He’s Not Mine by Sunnee [68k, E]

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

302, I Love You by paintedrecs [4k, T]

It was a beautiful summer morning—mid-70s with a light breeze, ideal weather for soaking up the sun without fear of overheating. If anyone asked, that was why Stiles was sitting on his balcony with a book he hadn’t touched in the last half hour and a mug of coffee he’d been absently sipping from, his gaze fixed on the parking lot several stories below.

Coincidentally, one of his neighbors—Hot Dude From 302, not that it was relevant—had chosen the same morning to wash his stupidly flashy Camaro.

Shyft by paintedrecs [6k, T]

Derek finally gave the driver more than a passing glance.

He was roughly Derek’s age and surprisingly handsome, despite the ugly plaid shirt he’d rolled up past his elbows. He had broad shoulders, honey-dark hair, a line of moles trailing enticingly along his cheek, and thick eyelashes framing dark eyes that glittered with humor. And he was laughing at Derek.

***

At the end of a long work day, all Derek wanted was to get home as quickly as possible. When his scheduled ride showed up—distractingly good-looking, driving a beat-up Jeep, and full of interesting conversation—Derek felt like his evening might turn out a whole lot better than he’d expected. Until his trust issues flared back to life, telling him "Stiles” wasn’t everything that he’d seemed.

Lovebitten by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, M]

The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.

Bricks by paintedrecs [8k, T]

“Mornin’, love,“ Derek says, and Stiles freezes in his arms. They haven’t exchanged official I love you’s yet, and Derek seems determined to derail Stiles’s plans to say it first. With fireworks. Or bubble baths. Something epic.

The point is, Derek barely even seems to realize he’s doing it, and it’s driving Stiles crazy.

Or: My first time writing a 5 + 1 fic.

remember my love by bleep0bleep [23k, T]

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.Derek blinks.

ritten in the Stars by Quixoticity [26k, M]

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He’s got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He’s also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he’s waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren’t great but hey, Derek’s a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can’t believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There’s just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

No Homo by RemainNameless [84k, E]

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.Derek is the fool who replies.

Cross our bridges when we come to them by RemainNameless [103k, M]

The five times Derek called the Sheriff “Dad” on accident and the first time he did it on purpose.

Our Hearts Are Tigers by skoosiepants [7k, T]

This is what Stiles figures out after a week of harboring Isaac: he’s kind of a dick, for a ten-year-old.

Turn a Little Faster by skoosiepants [3k, T]

He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.

Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants [12k, T]

“Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel.

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or-

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Under Yellow Moons by skoosiepants [17k, T]

They stare at each other, half-grinning, and Derek knows it’s definitely the absolute wrong time for this, but he wants. He wants to grin at Stiles over dinner every day for the rest of his life, baffled over yams and Moon Pie Day, and, god, crap, goddamn, when the fuck did he have time to fall in love?

The life and times of Deputy Stiles and Supernatural Foster Dad Derek Hale

Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia [12k, E]

Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep [13k, E]

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous [8k, G]

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs [36k, M]

Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn’t seem to care about anything but making him happy.

When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn’t believe in mates.

Painful Maneuvers by saraubs [11k, T]

Still, whether or not the nurses want to hear it, Derek has some serious issues with the way Stiles skates around the ward, upending instruments and scattering papers and chewing on pens. His scrubs never fit right and are always riding up to show patches of smooth, pale skin and his hair is frankly pornographic. It’s just so…unprofessional.

Stiles is a hyperactive Obstetrician. Derek is a grumpy Midwife. It’s true love (and babies!).

little spoon by bibliosexual [6k, T]

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

you know you’re on my mind by bibliosexual [16k, T]

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs [203k, M]

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Somewhere Else, Someone Else by megxmas [19k, T]

They’re sitting in the car, and Stiles’ dad is poring over the scans, gesturing violently at the air. ‘I just don’t understand!’ he says. ‘There’s never been anything out of the ordinary on any of your tests, and yet you always have seizures! How come nothing ever comes up?’

Stiles shrugs, has heard his dad complain about this a dozen times before. Stiles is pretty sure that he and Derek are some kind of magical soulmates and this is the way the world has decided to connect them, but somehow, he doesn’t think that’ll fly as an explanation.

Cupboard Love by mklutz [32k, G]

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

The Epic Love Story of Wolf and Twister by KeriArentikai [11k, E]

Stiles has a tiny adorable hyper puppy. Derek has an awesome huge Malamute mix. They both go to the dog park a lot.

So, obviously, Sterek ensues.

One life stand by Vendelin [84k, E]

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

only fools rush in by decideophobia [13k, T]

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.

When?

This morning. It was love on first sight.

Millstone by eleanor_lavish [31k, E]

Derek waits until the door is shut behind him before he turns around. He holds out his hand, plants his ‘if you’re not weird about it, I won’t be’ smile on his face and says, “Nice to meet you, Stiles. I’m Michael. What kind of a good time are you looking for tonight?”

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me by primroseshows [61k, E]

Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he’ll even settle for two of the three.

i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles [25k, E]

“You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.”

Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.”

“Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.”

“I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.

Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.

Abominable by Revenant [20k, T]

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

The Cintron Hall Situation by dragon_temeraire [3k, T]

Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek’s door for help.

nothing ever promised tomorrow today by preromantics [11k, T]

Grocery shopping, waking up, lasagna, and parallel universes. / When Stiles jumps the last two stairs and turns into the kitchen he’s got his mouth halfway open around “Morning, Mom,” before his dad folds down his paper at the kitchen table to look at him.

In a Straight Line Down by standinginanicedress [40k, T]

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

Our Puddle is Deceptively Deep by calrissian18 [10k, E]

They start out in a literal tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

In This World or the Next by Lissadiane [20k, T]

Derek wakes up to the smell of frying bacon and brewing coffee on an ordinary morning in his ordinary life, but he can’t help but shake the feeling that he’s forgotten something important. It probably has to do with the three wishes he’d been granted by the fae after saving the life of their fairy prince, and possibly also the sheriff’s missing son.

In which Derek Hale learns that sometimes being given what we want more than anything else has disastrous consequences.

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband [15k, E]

"The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.”

Five Times Derek and Stiles Kissed For Practice (And One Time They Didn’t) by mikkimouse [5k, T]

In which Derek and Stiles grow up together and practice kissing, roughly in that order.

Little Promises by crossroadswrite [2k, G]

Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends.

“Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac.

“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”

“It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“

“Derek?”

King of the Road by Stoney [30k, E]

Derek sees the guy–all long lines, furtive glances, hungry–leaning against the diner out in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, Derek’s hungry, too.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecs [45k, M]

hen Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

The Summer of Snow Cones and Not-Dates by clarkoholic, skywardsmiles [38k, M]

Summer is really boring. Like, mind-numbingly boring. Except for the part where Stiles can’t figure out if Derek’s his boyfriend, or why every werewolf in town keeps approaching him in the bathroom.

Teenage Dream by matildajones [58k, M]

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.–After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

You look like my next mistake by Vendelin [15k, T]

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.

In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn’t.

A Problematic Loyalty by alocalband [4k, T]

The problem isn’t that Stiles is stubborn. The problem is that people keep hitting on him.

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband [25k, E]

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

‘Till You Make It by standinginanicedress [46k, M]

“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

Kindred Spirits by Stoney [104k, E]

Stiles is the adopted son of the Sheriff, brought to Beacon Hills to hopefully stay for good. A family, a best friend, school, Jackson as Josie Pye (because who else could he be?) and the mystery of a dark haired, green-eyed boy which leads Stiles to discovering a secret within himself.

we’re catching bullets in our teeth (it’s hard to do but they’re so sweet) by prettyasadiagram [12k, M]

Stiles says he’s a Web Developer. Derek says he an Internal Auditor.

They’re both liars, but you can’t exactly tell your significant other that you kill people for a living, now can you?

Insane Chemistry (with Derek Hale) by theroguesgambit [13k, M]

Derek is the popular, varsity jock, prom king of the school, and Stiles is not going to be the cliche that ends up falling for him. (It’s not a cliche if no one else knows about it, right?)

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq [61k, T]

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

"Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

But Then What… by Stoney [24k, E]

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn’t like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn’t attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

The Great Pretender by talktowater [45k, E]

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he’s trying to make an impression. Derek can’t figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.

Here’s to the Static by matildajones [80k, T]

Stiles spends most of his college break in a coffee house where he stares after Derek Hale. For some reason, Stiles is unaware of the fact he’s quite the musician, and Derek amuses himself at Stiles’ obliviousness.

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit [18k, T

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That’s… huh.

–

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

The Rest Is Unwritten by mikkimouse [6k, T]

Once upon a time, the werewolf king and queen invited five fairies to the christening of their only son. The fairies bestowed the boy with gifts—beauty, grace, wit, and the most adorable teeth in all the land.

But before the fifth fairy could give her gift, a wicked fairy from the other Court arrived and cast a terrible curse on the baby prince. He would have a life full of tragedies, she declared, and die young, of a broken heart.

The king and queen were beside themselves with grief. It was very old, powerful magic, so there was little they could do to break it. However, the fifth fairy had yet to give her gift. The curse could not be broken, she told them, but it could be altered.

She bestowed upon the prince the gift of perseverance, so that he would never lose his will to live, even in the face of countless tragedies. And when he found the one who would stand by his side and face those tragedies with him without fail, that is when the curse would be broken. Because the fairy knew there was nothing in all the world more powerful than true love. Not even a wicked fairy’s curse.

Laying Groundwork by LunaCanisLupus_22 [10k, E]

His expression isn’t much to go by but the entire clubs howling gets louder at his appearance and Stiles literally pops a boner watching the guy’s big hands wrestle with the microphone stand.

Or the one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there’s this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

Or get into his pants. Thank God it’s the latter.

By a Law Divine by mirrorkill [23k, M]

Okay, so, kissing Stiles. That’s a weird thing that Derek’s doing now. He has no idea where it’s even coming from, especially considering bickering and fighting is their usual state of existence.And then he does find out where it’s coming from: A curse that’s making everyone in town kiss someone they have mutual feelings for. …yeah, Derek’s not even sure why he’s surprised by that.

Friends of Early Theory by Nanoochka [23k, E]

In which Derek is a gruff, struggling executive for his family’s sprawling, wealthy company in New York, and Stiles is his quirky, offbeat intern who brings him cold coffee each morning and wears stupid T-shirts to work and generally succeeds at being a thousand times more charming than Derek could ever hope to be. To the outside observer, their relationship is combative but fond, although in private Stiles and Derek have a great deal more secrets, anger, and painful history between them than Derek is prepared to acknowledge or reveal. In retrospect, that might be half of the problem.

The Way to My Heart (French Insults) by KuriKuri [10k, T]

Letting out a long sigh, Derek turns away and braces himself for the next hellish filming segment. After all, apparently he’s going to have to smile while greeting twenty-five contestants. Shit, what if they try to hug him? Or, god forbid, kiss –

He doesn’t get any further with that thought, because a limo pulls into the driveway. He braces himself for the worst. The worst, who… actually doesn’t look that horrifying.

“I’ve been dying to meet you!” she exclaims as she catches sight of him.

Then, she flings herself at him and ensnares him in a bone-crushing hug.

Scratch that – she’s completely horrifying. And Derek’s pretty sure he can hear errand boy what’s-his-face laughing in the distance.

(Or: In which Derek gets roped into being the 'eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.)

How I Met My Werebunny by Moku [19k, T]

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”

Or:

When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it’s a mating ritual for dorks in love.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale [11k, M]

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek’s arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Practice Makes Perfect by blacktofade [21k, E]

In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.

Feline Persuasion by rensahannou (asmalltigercat) [15k, T]

Derek doesn’t need to worry about the cat living under the porch at his family’s old house, it’s just—Derek’s just used to worrying about things.

Hot Single Dad Derek Hale by WhoNatural [13k, E]

Wherein Derek is a Hot Single Dad, possibly with a little case of martyrdom, and Stiles is the newest client at his publishing house who really just wants to make him happy. Preferably while they’re both naked.

He doesn’t get to talk to Stiles a whole lot - and it’s fine, it’s professional and polite, but there is a little something that lights up in him when he thinks about him, sees him. Derek’s life has been mostly about preschool and Big Hero 6 and extra-curricular activities for so long now that it’s a shock to the system when he finds himself pre-occupied with something so… adult.And there are many, many adult things on his mind where Stiles is concerned.

I Call You Names Because I Love You by Rawren (Zimothy) [13k, M]

Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.

Maybe Someday (I’ll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart [16k, T]

AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

my wings a hurricane by kellifer_fic [20k, T]

Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He’d watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he’d been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.Or, the one where they ride dragons.

Thrill (like white-hot wire) by raisesomehale [4k, M]

Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he’ll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki [19k, M]

Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.

Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.

Most probably homicide.

Plot twist: It doesn’t.

[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel [59k, M]

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

#asks #anonymous #rec list #sterek

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Chapter Eleven: Samuel alive? by OrangeLetters88~

They finally make it to Alice and Christian's small neighborhood. Christian has Alex stop mid-way when he notices his parents at his house outside. He opens the door and walks up by himself. "Don't wait up for me Alex. Looks like I will have my hands full for a while."

Alice gives him puppy dog eyes. "We can play weird card games I learned Alice. Let Christian have fun with folks."

"How weird are we talking?" Alice responds giving almost bedroom eyes.

"You two are nuts. Anyways have fun..." Christian turns giving almost the loneliest feeling. Alex could tell this feeling easily.

Alice and Alex drive to the top where Alice's house is covered in cobwebs. "I need to call my parents, I need to call someone to handle selling this place...this is no home anymore."

Alex scratches the back of his head. "Look Alice..."

"No Alex. You did no wrong here. I chose to give you my life. I meant it. Sometimes life is handling the hardest aspects of it though. I will be okay...I promise." Alice replies with a kind of half smile.

Alex decides to not go back into Alice's home. She needs to this time to herself.

In the distance he can see Christian talking to his parents before they proceed to go inside. Alex stands under a large oak tree. Looking around he hears the tree's move. He slides down to feet to fall asleep.

He awakes groggy staring at the horizon in many colors as the sunsets. His stomach growls, but doesn't wish to look for human prey or bug Ms. Jill who is more than willing.

He is still not mentally well enough to want blood. He fully acknowledges vampires senses are at worst on an empty stomach.

He hears a scream at Christian's house. He runs over when Christian comes out the door slamming it open. "Alex, my mother..."

"Christian? What happened?"

Christian leans on Alex's shoulders pounding on him. "I don't want her to turn into a vampire."

Alex walks inside the house. Christian's father lies on the ground with his wife holding her hand. She is unable to come out of it. Her neck bleeding though hardly looks deep enough. "Call 911 and ask for transfusion. They should be able to help her fight it."

The ambulance comes in time. They load her in. Christian's father gets in with her. "I will meet you there Dad!"

"I didn't tell them I was a vampire...someone broke in. I never had seen them before. I chased them out with a broom. So they didn't catch on what I was...I got to go Alex..." Christian says getting into his car and taking off.

Alex makes his way over to Alice's house. She left the door ajar. He takes note how she is holding her face crying on phone with her parents. He can hear them talk. Alex closes the door the rest of the way, Alice turns her head to notice him walk away.

He walks backs to Christian's house examining the ground. There is a calling card on the ground slightly torn. "Samuel Industrial site...there is a number on the back. Is he still alive?"

Alex cleans the glass up, puts it in newspaper and plops it into the trash. He takes saran-wrap and covers the windows till he can replace them.

"Anyone can be named Samuel though...but what triggered that memory of being taught the temporary war between humans and vampires?"

The silence was haunting. Someone slowly sneaks up behind Alex choking him. Alex pushed backwards hitting him against the walls. He dunks down before the guy could grab him. "Why are you in this house?"

Alex jumps over him to go outside the door. The stranger stops. "I was told the golden coin was here. I was only here to retrieve it."

"So you hurt someone on the way to breaking into someone's house hold? Also what are these coins?"

"It was accidentally dropped in this neighborhood by someone. It's to meet Samuel in person."

"Samuel...the one from the war, wasn't he human?" Alex questions confused.

"The very one, but he pissed off some vampire warlord and was bit; it caused him to hide away for a long time. He is putting forth a mission to resurrect vampire faith."

"So he was bitten and turned into a vampire?"

"Exactly, would you by chance know if the coin really exists here?"

"This is my kindred's house. We only now came back to visit. I can say without a doubt there was no coin here. Just a family trying to talk, now she is in the hospital trying to get a transfusion."

"Look I am sorry buddy."

"Do you plan to take responsibility?" Alex demands.

"I will get into trouble if I say anymore. I need to leave. Please don't take this personally. I am not looking to get into it with another vampire." He says and runs away. Alex goes back inside to see something shiny on the ground.

He picks the coin up. It is embossed with a large star symbol. The back says "To win is gold?"

"So someone really did drop something here. I need to keep this safe..." He says to himself. The phone rings scaring Alex. He picks it up. Christian is crying. "It worked...she will be okay Alex. You were right..." Christian cries even harder.

"That's great! I heard about it before traveling with Elijah my old clan leader. He always spoke lovingly about other methods of turning back to human. It's not everyone's fate. You should spend more time with them. Don't worry okay?"

Alex hangs up going back over to Alice's place. She opens the door for him. She gives him the biggest hug. "Christians Mother was attacked by a vampire looking for a coin."

Alex holds up a large coin. "So where is he now? Is he okay?"

"His mother is not a vampire. She also doesn't know he is a vampire. Let's keep it that way." Alex says softly intertwining his fingers between hers. They go inside together laying down on Alice's bed.

He falls asleep quickly in her arms. He wakes up to hearing the phone ring early in the morning. He lets Alice still sleep to get up to answer.

"Hello?" Alex half a sleep asks.

"I don't think I will be home today. I will be settling from the hospital. Just letting you know."

"No worries Christian. Just do what you need to do. I am just going to go back to sleep."

"Okay Alex...thank you."

Alex drops the phone thinking about sleep. He picks it back up and putting it back into place. He slumps back into bed. Alice puts her hands on his head patting him.

She wraps her hands around his waist as they both fall back to sleep. Alice wakes up later putting her hand on Alex's head. "You are burning up Alex!"

He hardly responds looking up at her. "It's okay Alice...I have things to do."

Alex gets up walking to the doorway before Alice catches him. "Have you even had any blood lately?"

"I don't need it to function all the time..."

Alice sighs bringing the blanket over to the couch with them. "Why must you be so difficult lately?"

She wraps them both in the same blanket. Alex falls asleep on her shoulder while she flips through the television for something to watch.

She eventually falls asleep with her head leaning on his. Christian knocks on the door. She gets up gently leaning him against the pillow on the couch. Snoring can be heard all the way to the door. "Are you doing okay?"

Christian embraces Alice with all his might. "I feel we never appreciated our lives enough. We were so caught up in excitement and so caught up in being something else..." Christian says caught up emotionally.

"But now were here and no longer from their same world. What do we do when they start to notice?"

"That's when we have to leave off forever, but for now we can hold on a little longer..." Christian confided in Alice.

"I cried so hard for the first time talking my parents in a long time. This house will be sold off in the coming weeks. I am cutting off all attachments soon. It seems my fate is too dangerous to be pulling others in this. Christian you need to think what is best for them..."

Christian begins to tear up. Understanding Alice could only hold him a bit longer. Alex coughs hard into hand before falling back to sleep. Alice notices his palm before she pushes him on his back. Under his eyes are shades of black.

Christian dials Clarence "Hi Clarence, can you send someone over to take a look at Alex...yeah he still at it. We don't know what to do anymore. Your best one; got you...thank you. We will see him soon."

"What did Clarence say?"

"He is sending his best guy over. Apparently this one has dealt with stubborn cases."

"Thank goodness because he has listened to us barely when we scold him..." Alice responds in defeat.

The doorbell rings. Christian unlocks it. This tall man with frames busts through. First thing he does is flash a light into his eyes, takes his pulse and vitals exclusive to a vampire. He sits Alex up. "Alex, Alex, Alex...why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Will he be okay? What can we do?" Alice asks. "Also thank you uhh, what to call you?"

"Dr. Carol...I been only doing this fifty years. I decided to temporarily stay on with you guys. It's about time he starts acting like a real vampire. It's not fair to you all he is acting up like this. Clarence already gave clearance." Dr. Carol says showing his fangs smirking.

"But we are going back to Steels after were done right?" Alice replies confused.

"Of course, but I will be the barnacle on his butt this time. Clarence and Steel started traveling so they gave me permission." Dr. Carol explains. "Anyways to fix him up so he will be more coherent."

The calling card falls from Alex's pocket when he attempts to lift Alex around his shoulders. Christian picks it up. "Samuel industrial site, where did Alex get this silly card from?"

"He sells oxidized blood pellets. It's a good alternative for vampires who can't find prey all the time, but don't fully replace the nutrients. I buy them bulk for idiots like Alex." Dr. Carol adds.

Christian digs back in his pocket holding up the coin. "What is that?"

"Alex told me that is why they broke into your house." Alice pipes in.

The doorbell rings again. A tall lanky middle school-er dressed in pressed uniform hands them a heavy card stock card, he smiles showing his fangs. "The master demands your presence. If you don't come on the date on the card then he will retrieve you."

"Wait, but you are kid? Why are you turned?" Dr. Carol appalled asks.

"Doesn't matter why I turned...mind your own business, the coins have a tracking device. Now you are stuck with it." The kid replies running away.

"Wait...this is really related to Samuel? The forgotten war Samuel?" Dr. Carol argues out loud.

Alex snaps out of it a little being held up by Christian. "Samuel is still alive...I found that coin in Christian's house." He explains coughing up blood.

Dr. Carol hits him on the head. "Stop being a little bitch already. Your group is getting bigger and you are hurting them by not properly feeding."

"You are right..." Alex replies. Dr. Carol pops two blood tablets in his mouth.

"Those will stop the coughing. It's because you literally letting it pass through you. We have some correcting to do. You are no longer some waif off the streets. You been entrusted with someone who is now your family or you have forgotten?" He scolds. Dr. Carol holds the card to give to Alex.

"Welcome to beginning of the end of the world...you are invited with you and your kindred to view the new hatcheries of birth of mankind." Alex reads out loud. "So in about twenty days..."

"Hatcheries?" Dr. Carol recites. "That kid was a vampire...number one rule is never bite a child. I have chills down my spine thinking about this..."

"Edwin was also a victim to that; he never got a chance to be who he needed to be." Alice replies with sympathy.

"Have Mars and Colleen being brought over when they are able." Alex presses.

"I will get on the phone now." Christian acknowledges.

Alex gets up on his own two legs. "Wow these pills work fast."

"Now time to get your prey like a big boy. We don't become independent on pills now." Dr. Carol expresses.

The main line phone rings. Alex picks up. "Hey, it's me Alan from Midnight Paranoia. I need your help...you cannot tell anyone please."

"What's going on?"

"I can't tell you here, but only you can help me in return I will explain what's going on with Samuel." Alan replies worried.

"Deal...I will be there, but this time you play this my way."

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a list of good klance fics that doesn't include dirty laundry

(because iconic as it is, there's only so many times a girl can read it. so, in order of my ao3 history:)

• your love has shown me proof by freshia @freshias

“This situation is a bit more complicated than we initially realized.”

Lance raises an eyebrow, but Pidge is the one to question that. “Define complicated.”

Allura takes no more time beating around the bush, “Well, I received a transmission. Keith and Lance--from the future, that is--would like to have their daughter back."

or: Lance and Keith deal with a walking spoiler, in the form of a little girl who just wants to get back to her own home.

• it's all in my head by aknightley @apvrrish

"Uh," Pidge said, "Lance? Buddy? What's the deal?"

"That's Lance?" Hunk shouted, somehow still ramming ships away from the castle; Keith felt like bubbles were bursting in his head, effervescent pops of giddy fear mixed with conviction. Lance, he thought, Lance feels like this. "Thank God, I thought I was going crazy for a second."

• love bite(s) by @archetypeofadespota

In which Keith gets bitten by a Love Bug, and Lance is less okay with this than anyone honestly expected.

pidge's razor by @archetypeofadespota (part of the love bug au)

"Name one thing, one thing that's happened to this team in the last month that you couldn't also find in a trashy dime store sci-fi paperback."

"You're exaggerating."

"We got together because you got bitten by a Love Bug."

"That's..." Keith clears his throat and turns away to hide his flush. "That doesn't count."

• make me your home by reader115

“Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”

“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.

Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.

“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

• stormchasing by @sinelanguage

This isn’t how Lance intended to spend his vacation, chasing after Keith’s premonitions. But here he is, and he’s one hundred percent blaming Keith for all the trouble they’re about to get into. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.

• cheeky by rideahorse @johncherrystone

Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's.

It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

• watercast by @fishwrites

Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth. Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family. They get caught up in a war.)

• homesick at space camp by kobot @k0tron

Lance realizes he's been an asshole to Keith, and on a diplomatic mission to a key planet for the Voltron alliance he... overcompensates.

• home and a half by sarehptar @echodrops (not technically klance, but... there's time. that could change. also, dad/uncle keef to 3 galra kids)

They make a mistake that follows them home.

(Or: Keith becomes an unwitting caretaker to three Galra children, who teach him a great deal about how to take care of himself.)

• ghost of the future by zazzini (mirror fic to shadow of the past, below)

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he's distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance's places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can't seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team's decisions.

shadow of the past by wittyy_name (mirror fic to ghost of the future, above)

When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. But despite the fact that they’re still his friends, Lance can’t help but feel a little out of place among a team that’s been through so much with a Lance that just isn’t him. And it doesn’t help that the team is on edge around him, refusing to tell him anything for fear of influencing and changing the past. Things get even more complicated when they have to rely on the team in the past to complete the switch, leaving Lance to little more than sit, wait, and attempt to fill in his future self’s shoes.

• beautiful minds by potatobender @pidge-the-pidgeon (also not explicitly klance but like... pining keith? a lance who maybe feels same? there's not really much time for making out or shit but trust me, you'll love this)

Lance used to be proud of his mental abilities. A pilot. A Paladin. Someone experienced with delving and controlling his mind. But after being captured, and enduring just a single encounter with Haggar, his castle was reduced to rubble.

Rescuing Lance was the easy part - healing him is much, much harder.

• tell me a story by houseofwriting @keeith-ko-gay-ne

Lance loved space. He loved looking out to the vast unknown, counting as many stars as he could. He used to sit with his brothers and sisters outside underneath their large apple tree. They would let their imagination run wild; his eldest sister, Sophia, telling them of great space travellers, warriors and aliens whose duty it was to keep earth safe. Lance and his siblings would hang onto her every word, awe sparkling in their eyes. One by one, as the McClain children grew up and moved out, the next sibling would take over said role of story teller. It became a tradition the big family loved.

Then he got sent to space, and the stories suddenly became more real than he could ever expect.

• nightmares by trashness @irrevocably-delicious

Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's effecting his and the team's performance, but he's at a loss for how to fix this.

Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.

• sweet quiznak by checkeredcloth

"You're really into him," Hunk mutters, and wow, Lance's face is on fire. Hunk is killing him.

"Look, read into how you like, Freud, just make sure that if I die Keith knows I totally would've mowed his ass like grass. That way, I can laugh hysterically at his emotionally-constipated expression from the afterlife."

Or: Lance is badly injured and has a few skeletons in his closet. Or maybe just the one.

• 3 words or less by @fairietailed

“Keith,” Pidge says, resting their elbow on the table and their chin on the palm of their hand. “Describe Lance in three words or less.”

“Who?”

Lance lets out a squawk of protest. “What are you even talking about?! You know exactly who I am!”

Keith doesn’t look at him. “I’m unfamiliar with the name.”

• we'll make it, you and me by asexualrey

"Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I'm going to kiss you."

• nothing's quite as sweet by @dimpleforyourthoughts

Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

• what a healing pod can't repair by remember_me @binart

The compromised wormhole was ripping apart at the seams, sending everyone spiraling away in completely different directions. Lance could feel himself being pulled and bent in ways he was definitely not supposed to be.

Stitching the team back together after everyone is separated is difficult, and for one Paladin rescue wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

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