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elvisabutler · 1 year

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my heart will lead me there soon

summary: after having freshly broken up with anita wood after a fight over his nature, elvis finds himself on a beach in the wee hours of the morning. you are on that same beach. fandom: elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley | austin butler pairing: elvis presley x reader technically, past elvis x anita, elvis x june, among others. rating: t-ish word count: 3,411 warnings: mentions of gladys' death. mentions of seal skin. mentions of turning into a seal. references to elvis's relationships in the 50s and the early 60s ( so june, natalie, dixie and anita ). prejudice against non-human individuals. author’s note: so basically everyone can blame @prompted-wordsmith for this because they kept spamming me with baby elvis fics and just whispered "so what if you did a ships in the night sort of fic with the reader and elvis post anita break up" and well. this was born. there's one or two lines that came from her as well. it seems sadder than it is, but i promise it's a sweet fic. this is completely unedited because i'm impatient and this feels like a hot coal in my jean pocket. let's be honest this is one of those fics i just started and half ran with. told y'all i was feeling really creative lately. and y'all know the drill read it with whomever you wish to.

Elvis figures he shouldn't be surprised. Figures that it was as inevitable as June breaking things off with him because he hadn't had the decency to remain true. That oh he got a little lonely and things just kept ramping up up and up. Elvis figures he should have known that sweet Anita, his little pee pee, his Chicken Little would hear his secret and think that's the last straw. Maybe if- maybe if he hadn't been like he was with June it would have been different. Maybe if he had stayed true to her too it would have been different. But now he tells her one more secret and shifts in front of her and hears a goddamn scream of horror and disgust that has him shifting back so suddenly and crowding her space as if to apologize only to have her practically yanking herself away from him.

"After everything? After everything you kept this from me? You're not even human?" Anita's voice feels like nails on a chalkboard, screeching at levels his ears register as painful in ways he only gets with the bad feedback of a mic.

Elvis winces at the accusation, the shame of her reaction nearly making him curl in on himself. He's always known it's a hard thing to come to terms with and knows that he had gotten lucky with June reacting so well when he told her but still Anita's reaction catches him off guard. Sets him on edge and makes his pride deflate even as a part of him wants to fight Anita.

"This- I wonder why I wouldn't tell ya! Actin' like I meant t'hurt ya by not tellin' ya. Jus' was tryin' to protect myself!" Elvis can't help but try and crowd her space, wanting to get her to stop screaming and get her to listen, be reasonable about this. "'m- 'm still Elvis, 'm still me."

"You're a seal, Elvis," she accuses, moving back as he tries to move closer her hands moving in front of her body to make him stop moving in front of her. "Our- Is it- How'd- I don't even want to know. You'd have made our kids like this too, wouldn't you? I'd have seal babies not human babies."

He opens up his mouth to try and defend against it and yet he knows he can't. He knows he's a selkie because his mama was one and her daddy before her and so on and so on. It is genetic but there's no guarantee it would have happened. Maybe- maybe his kids wouldn't be selkies. Maybe their first little Elvis Presley would have just been a plain ol' run of the mill human.

When he finally does speak, his voice is tight. "Proper name's a selkie, Anita. And- it ain't all my family that's like that. Jus'- hell, ya don't wanna listen 'bout this. Already know. Don't care 'bout it 'cept for those hurt feelings of yourn."

The words are vicious, he thinks, something close to how he talked to her with that leaked phone call and yet he can't help it. Can't help the vitriol that is pouring from his mouth. She's supposed to be the love of his life, the woman he was planning on spending the rest of his life with and now she's proving she isn't that woman. He can't turn her into a seal wife any more than he could make June forgive him for straying.

"My hurt feelings. I've put up with so much from you. This is the final straw, Elvis, I- I don't think we should see each other any more," Anita's voice shakes when she speaks and Elvis despite his anger wants to comfort her just a little bit. His hand moves out to touch her before she shakes her head, giving him the handkerchief he had given her with his initials sewn in it. "Leave me alone. I'm- I'm going home."

For once Elvis doesn't have it in him to fight, doesn't have it in him to have a blowout argument with someone he loves. If she wants to leave over this maybe it's for the best. Maybe she was never meant to hold his skin in her hands. Maybe she was never meant to have his children. Maybe she wasn't a seal wife. Maybe he wasn't supposed to have one- not yet.

He misses his mama during times like this. She'd have comforted him, shushed him and told him how it's alright, he'd find another girl who could be with him. His mama was so picky about the girls he wanted to date that every time when she would like someone he'd always think she might be the one. Hell, he remembers how she had hated Natalie and loved June and Anita and even Dixie. She wasn't here now, though, and never would be again. She wouldn't ever be there to swim with him and to remind him that it takes time sometimes and that he needed to find the perfect one.

"You'll know when you find her, Boobie. She'll feel like home and like me."

Except it's been years since he's had his mama and he doesn't remember quite what home is supposed to feel like any more. Only that it's not this stupid beach in California where the water is fine and so is the sand but he can only come here unbothered in the early morning hours. His shift is easy enough, a quick slide between his forms after he set aside his clothes in a hidden area. No one should be on the beach for another hour or so and it'll give him time to think. Give him time to swim with his handkerchief tied on his flipper. He shouldn't do that, he thinks but he can't help it. Can't help how he wants to wash away the scent of Anita with the tangy smell of the salt of the sea. That'll be something close to home, more than her perfume ever was.

Time as a seal passes by strangely and Elvis only knows it's not time to shift back from the placement of the sun in the skin but he can see a human shaped person on the beach as he comes onto dry land. The longer he stares the closer they start to be until he realizes it's a woman he's never met before. It's a woman who he's never seen before and yet seems to not bat an eye at the fact that there's a seal in front of her staring at her. Then again, perhaps it just hadn't sunk in that she's staring at a seal.

You honestly should back away, you think, you should back away and run from the seal in front of you. They could probably crush you and yet the more you look at the one in front of you the more you feel surprisingly at ease. If he wanted to hurt you he would have already but instead he appears to be sizing you up, trying to figure out what you're doing in relation to him.

Truthfully what you want to do is pet him, a silly desire born of just seeing how smooth his pelt seems to be and wanting to know how it feels in between your fingers. You have to remind yourself that he's a wild animal first and foremost though so the desire is pushed down deep inside even as you walk a little closer to him and notice there's a handkerchief tied to his fin with the initials EP on them. There's only one EP you can think of who'd have something like this and before you can even stop yourself you find yourself talking to this seal.

"Are you out here stealing Elvis Presley's handkerchiefs?" You practically coo at the seal as you bend down to untie it. Elvis briefly tries to move his fin back before he realizes just what you're doing and allows it. "This isn't yours, silly little seal. How'd you even find this, hm? He leave it behind after going for a swim some time? You don't need this any more than I think he does."

You look as if you're going to toss it away before you hear the seal whimpering. Elvis- despite you not knowing it's him is whimpering at you. Letting out these little noises that are confusing but make some part of your chest tighten and twist. It almost sounds like a child wanting comfort.

Elvis can't help the noises that leave him, the almost cries that leave him at being called a seal so sweetly by someone he's never met after Anita's anger at it. He knows being a selkie isn't natural, knows it's rare but he is one. He turns into a seal and has a skin he can give to the one he loves so intensely that he wants to bind them together for all of his life. You start to hush him as one would hush a baby and he finds himself moving closer, making it so you sit down properly on the sand instead of crouch. There's something comforting about you, something that settles his mind, soul and heart at your quiet shushing. Without even questioning his own actions he manages to settle his head in your lap and looks up at you almost pleading with you to comfort him more than you already had.

Looking down at him seals your fate, seals your doom at finally falling prey to your desire to pet him. You shouldn't and yet at the brush of your fingers against his head you see him practically turn to putty. His head lolling a little to the side almost as if to nuzzle at you, booping your stomach with his snout. His pelt feels soft and warm but you don't know if that's just his body heat you're feeling or not. A giggle leaves you at the press of his snout against and you're struck by how right this feels, that petting this seal's head feels so normal and like it's what you should be doing at any given time. To have enough money to have a seal like this would be a dream, you think. A dream you're pretty sure only Elvis Presley himself or one of those big Hollywood types could manage. Perhaps if you could just get enough money you could have something like this to cure your ills and make nights like the one you had the night before seem like distant memories. If you had just enough money you could have someone to spend your time with on the beach like this in the early hours of the morning before one of your jobs. The job you might be late for if you don't head home soon to get ready. It's that knowledge that has you pressing against the seal's face with a murmur, "I'm going to have to go, seal."

Elvis feels you touching his face, feels you trying to force him off your lap and lets out a whine. He had just gotten comfortable in your lap. He had just gotten comfortable in what felt like a true seal wife's lap and had felt himself trying to drift off to sleep amongst your murmurs and soft humming and shushing. Why were you trying to make him leave? Why did you have to go anywhere? He could make excuses for whoever you had to go meet. If it was your job he could take care of you if you'd just stay here with him in this moment. Maybe if he shifts back you'll stay here, you'll know he's Elvis Presley and there's no reason to leave him. He wants to- He wants to know you, to figure out who you are and know your name so he can whisper it into the sea so you'll come back.

You swear the seal's gotten heavier and doesn't want you to leave as you look down to see what almost looks like a human pout on his face. It would be a dream to stay here with the seal in your lap and not have to worry about anything else but you can't. In a fit of stupidity because you know you shouldn't touch a wild animal let alone kiss one, you grab both sides of the seal's face and place a kiss on top of its head, watching as their eyes seem to widen, startling enough to allow you to get out from under them and stand up. Once the shock seems to wear off they move toward you, pressing their snout at your stomach again, trying to push you to the sea as another warning to not leave.

"I've got a job. I've got to get going. I would stay with you if I could, silly seal," you try to reason with the seal only to get another boop to your stomach and a small whine. "I can't just stay here. Tell you what, I walk on this beach some days. Maybe tomorrow I'll see you again? Would you like that?"

You swear you hallucinate the seal actually nodding its head in affirmation but it makes you smile nonetheless. The seal finally allows you to leave despite hunching in on himself as if he's trying to do something though you can't tell what. You start to walk away and suddenly feel his snout against your hand with fabric.

Elvis thinks he should shift right there, she's proving she doesn't mind having a strange seal she just met bothering her and yet he stops himself, worrying she'll rebuff him just as Anita did. He loved June but it wasn't enough because he was lonely and she wasn't there. He loved Anita but she didn't love all of him and he can't love anyone but the sea and his mama and his family because they haven't ever betrayed him. They haven't left him, they aren't trying to leave him like she is right in this moment. Perhaps she's a good seal wife, perhaps she can hold someone's skin but not his. Maybe that- maybe Priscilla from Germany could. She always did find the myth so fascinating when he told her about it- even if he never told her he was one.

Something in his heart tells him to give this woman something though, to give her that handkerchief to tie them together. It'll be something to make her keep her promise of coming back and remind her of what the sea smells like. What he smells like. What home should smell like. Maybe if he was lucky, you'd figure it out on your own and come find him, prove that sea wasn't leading him down a path of a broken heart and aching soul that just wants to be cared for and loved for every part of him, not just the parts that are what they want.

Your hand moves to grab the handkerchief from his mouth and you smile at him, placing one last kiss to the top of his head and petting his pelt one more time with a bit of a shaky exhale. "Thank you. I'll make sure to keep this safe. And remember, we'll come find each other soon."

He's never there when you come to the beach and you're never there when he comes to the beach for the next month. Each time you miss each other by hours or by minutes until you have to leave California and he gives up. The Colonel can hold his skin till he finds a wife, a true seal wife who won't abandon him for anything. He'll keep it safe like mama did.

"You're her," you hear Elvis whisper against your thigh after suddenly shifting back while you were in the middle of petting him by the pool. You very nearly scream from the shock before you realize just what he said.

"What do mean I'm her?" The question comes out sounding more concerned than you intend it to and your voice shakes with some fear you don't understand. You had just been asking, murmuring to Elvis wondering what makes him so sure you're it, you're the one for him, the one who deserves to have his skin grasped in between your fingers. Why he thinks you're the one who will keep it safe until both of your dying breaths.

"Ya helped me even if ya didn't know it was Elvis Presley in that lap a yourn, darlin', my seal wife. It just took me a while t'see it. But I-I-I see it now." He stutters out the last bit, the faint nervousness at potentially losing you bringing it out. "On that beach. Ya met a seal, kept callin' 'im silly."

"That was you," you whisper, your free hand going to your face as your eyes widen. "That- you had the- because you were EP. And you-"

"It was Anita's. Broke up wit' her 'cause of it. The- me bein' a selkie. She couldn't handle it and-" You could goes unsaid as you cut him off.

"You wouldn't be calling me your seal wife if you hadn't just- I'd be just another woman to you, Elvis. Even though I still have that handkerchief." You hate how your voice sounds, childish and unsure of yourself but after everything, after how he had blown up at you when he discovered your skin and how getting back together, rediscovering each other and settling into something as you try to fully detangle Elvis from his manager has been wrought with one complication or another.

It's then that Elvis moves to sit up and places his hands on either side of your face, shaking his head. "No. That ain't the truth. The second I came back after takin' my skin back from ya room and saw ya- I knew even before I 'member this that ya were my seal wife. Ya were the perfect one. Ya looked like shit, darlin'. Looked as if I aged ya half a decade. Ya feel like home, ya always have felt like it. Back then and even now. That's what a seal wife is supposed t'be."

His thumb brushes along your cheek and you realize it's wet with tears you didn't realize were falling. "Don't cry. That ain't- that aint what I meant t'do," he moves to suck his thumb. "Ya taste like the sea no matter where I taste you. Ya smell like home. Ain't- Nothing ain't my home 'less it's got you wit' it."

Your eyes search his face for some indication that this is just a line, something he tells to women to charm them but you know your Elvis by now, or you like to think you can recognize his tells but there isn't one. There isn't a single hint of a lie in his words and your heart threatens to burst in that moment.

The thing is it should have been a line, just something he whispered and murmured in your ear but between the memory and how he's felt about you even before it's not. You're everything about the sea when he forgets it, your taste and your smell remind him of the tangy sharpness of the saltwater of the ocean. Your anger is the chaos of a choppy stormy sea, the waves threatening to take down anyone near them. Everything about you is made to be a seal wife, made to be his seal wife, the woman who'll protect him and his pups and everyone he dares to care about. You're meant to be by his side, swimming and being warmed by the sun on the beach.

"Elvis," you start only to bite at your lip. "You're too charming for your own good."

His lips curl into a smile before shrugging. "Only when it comes to you, I think. You get my honest charm, not my showman one. I meant what I said, darlin'. Ain't gonna say it again but- I meant it."

There's a million words on the tip of your tongue, a million retorts that you feel he'll enjoy because it'll lead to the two of you sparring in a way you did when you first met but you swallow them all in favor of moving your hand to pet Elvis's hair, silently asking him to try and shift again. "I know. It's why you'll always have me."

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morimess · 7 months

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So I went back and rewatched all of the Hachetfield stuff, and now I have some ✨questions✨ and also possible ✨theories✨

(I don't know how much has been talked about before in theory circles, so go easy on me if these are widely accepted theories or questions that have been answered a million times before)

1- The LiB and their altars

Ok, so first off we know there are 5 black altars and 5 LiB- it only makes sense that each altar was dedicated to one LiB in particular- but can be used as a general altar if the need calls for it.

I believe we can determine which altar belongs to which LiB by where that Lord showed up first in the series.

So Pokey's altar is the Starlight Theater, Wiggly's was the old mill (now Lakeside Mall), and Tinky's was The Gazette (in Time Bastard, we learn the Gazette eventually turns into CCRP- Paul and Ted's workplace), Nibbly's is the Waylon place, and Blinky's is Hachetfield High.

I'm pretty sure Nibbly's is the Waylon place because in Honey Queen, the CotSC bring Linda to the middle of nowhere for her to be possessed by Nibbly. I'm gonna run under the assumption that the Church would almost certainly bring her to one of the altars for such an important ceremony- but none of the other altars fit such an out-of-the-way description.

I also think that Blinky would LOVE the drama that goes on behind the scenes of a Hachetfield High, and something about him having an amusement park also tells me that he may enjoy watching drama between children more than he does adults.

2- Grace Chastity may have a touch of "the gift"

My main reasons for thinking this comes from Abstinence Camp and NPMD.

First, Grace was able to get the ax-man to turn on Jerry and Jeri after a single conversation. The ax-man also gave her his ax as a symbol of passing the torch to her to protect the woods. I don't think that would have happened without a little intervention.

Secondly, after the scene with Richie's death, Grace wakes up and says she saw Max- looking angry and not hot at all- and while I do believe it was mainly played for laughs, SHE STILL SAW HIM. I don't know if it *was* just a dream, but dreams have been used as shorthand for having "the gift" before, and I don't believe in coincidence with these shows.

I don't think she has a strong version of "the gift" but I do believe that it's enough that her having the black book will end up being a problem for everyone else.

3- Was the "ghost" of Ethan really a ghost?

This one may seem strange, but Ethan died pretty violently in BF- and he was also at an altar when it happened. That vision Hannah saw of him- was it just a puppet of Wiggly, or was it a little closer to what Max is?

Is Max just more powerful because he made a more violent promise as his last words?

4- The entirety of season 2 is the same timeline

This one is pretty self-explanatory, but the main gist is that, if it happened in season 2, then it falls on one timeline in the Hachetfield saga.

Yellow Jacket is the last event in this timeline, and it starts with Perky's Buds.

Every story in this timeline mentions the Honey Festival. While at the Honey Festival, we get clear signs that things tie together.

In PB- Ziggs is making the pin-up girl specifically to be their mascot to present at the festival.

In AC- I'm pretty sure Steph says that she's going to miss the Honey Festival

HQ- this one is obvious.

Daddy- the mother says she's going to pick up a new father from the Honey Festival- she comes back with Ted.

KT- Ted and the mother flirting. Zoey's roommate asking for something that will ruin Zoey's voice.

YJ- young Sherman sitting on the counter at toy zone.

That's most of them for now- I have other thoughts, but none want to come to me rn. I may update this later with more.

#team starkid #starkid #hachetfield #hatchetverse #npmd #npmd spoilers #black friday #the hatchetfield series #tgwdlm #nightmare time #theory time

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useless-catalanfacts · 1 year

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hello! are there any playlists on spotify with catalan music that you know of? or just podcasts in catalan? thanks :3

Hello!

You'll find many playlists of music in Catalan on Spotify. You can look at the account Musicat Memes, it started as an Instagram account for memes about Catalan bands but it evolved into more things including a Spotify account where they keep updated playlists classified by genre.

The Spotify account Música Catalana - CATLLISTES also keeps updated playlists.

Long time ago, I also posted some playlists: a pop one here, and 5 traditional genres here, but I don't update those.

I think you can find many more playlists, are you looking for any particular music genre?

For podcasts, again there must be hundreds of them on Spotify. Do you need a podcast for beginners (since you're writing to me in English)? If you search for "learn Catalan" on Spotify you'll find a few podcasts for learners, including Easy Catalan (the same ones that run the YouTube channel with the same name) and Learn Catalan with CouchPolyglot - Your morning sip of Catalan (also from the YouTuber CouchPolyglot). There are more but I don't know the people who made them.

If you're looking for any podcast in Catalan made for Catalan speakers, there are many podcasts (or radio shows uploaded as podcasts) that are very popular but again it depends on what you're interested in. Here's some of the popular ones atm:

El búnquer: humour show. It's done from a bunker where every day they explain the biography of a historical person and then people have to vote whether they're allowed in the Bunker to get saved from the Apocalypse or if they leave them out to die. Prepare for a lot of tuberculosis and a lot of cheering for people's deaths. To be fair, the biography is only an excuse and they often get carried away taking about other things.

La competència (not recommended for beginners, their characters use very dialectal and colloquial words): a bunch of characters talk about current events. There's no way I can explain what this is and be true to what it is lmao. Actually it's 2 guys doing voices to play all the characters, but they're very funny about it.

La sotana: a very funny humour talk show about sports.

Tor, tretze cases i tres morts: journalist Carles Porta explains the set of murders he investigated years ago in a village in the Pyrenees and their links to contraband. True crime.

Crims: Carles Porta's most famous true crime, it was very successful so it inspired the Crims TV show on TV3, which again has been one of the most successful TV shows of the last years.

Hotel Palestina: journalists who have been war correspondents in different parts of the world talk about their experiences. They're very respected journalists and experts on their regions of the world who have often risked their lives.

Les dones i els dies: they talk about women's history and different topics that affect women nowadays, always with experts in each topic.

Gent de merda: interviews with trendy people of the moment.

Fans de l'Alcover Moll: analysing song lyrics.

L'autoestopista: interviews with writers, talking about books.

Mòbil, cartera, claus: podcast made by a trans man beginning when he started his hormonal treatment for transition, documenting all his changes and talking about various related topics or things that worry him at the time.

El silenci dels telers: this is only 1 long episode because it's two actresses reading the script of a theatre play about women in company-towns / mills in Catalonia. (I saw the theatre play and I recommend it)

Pòdcast.cat de Núvol: this is a collection of podcasts hosted by the culture magazine Núvol. There's a lot of stuff about literature and broader discussions of culture and current events from a more philosophical point of view.

Maximum Clatellot: I've asked some more people and I've been recommended this one. She described it as "four old punks chatting about all kinds of stuff".

And many, many more. If there's any particular kind of podcast you're looking for, I can see if I know any like that. Otherwise, you can browse them by topic at podcasts.cat.

I hope this helps! And as always, if anyone wants to add more in the comments, you're welcome to do so.

#ask #anonymous #música #arts #podcasts #podcast #spotify #playlist #català #catalan #coses de la terra

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raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year

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Truth in Rumors

Based on the Phic Phight prompts: When Wes Weston is pulled out of school under mysterious circumstances, Danny thinks he'll have a little fun starting a conspiracy of his own. Turnabout is fair play, after all. It gets a little out of hand (from @thatst) and Wes gets in an accident while working on a plan to convince people that Danny is Phantom. Thanks to the ambient ectoplasm in Amity and the constant exposure to ghosts, he doesn't die... but he does get a lot clumsier in a very familiar way. (from @ajitated)

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[Warning's for mentioned character half-death, and swearing]

Wes had always been one of those perfect attendance kids. As long as they'd gone to school together, Danny couldn't think of a single time Wes had been absent, unlike Danny, who missed class all the time, especially since high school started. So, when Wes was mysteriously absent from school one day, the people who knew him took notice.

All they guys on the basketball team were muttering about how weird it was that Wes wasn't at school. A few others from his classes were remarking about the serendipitous break they were getting from his unceasing conspiracy theories. Normally, there was nothing all that interesting about a student being absent for a day, but Danny knew a golden opportunity when he saw one.

This was a chance to finally get back at Wes for constantly trying to expose his identity. This was his chance to make up a little conspiracy of his own. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

"Did you hear what happened to Wes?" Danny asked Mandy in history class, which she shared with both Wes and Danny.

"You mean that he's absent today?" she asked. "Yeah, I noticed."

"No, I mean did you hear why he's absent?"

"No? He's probably got a cold or something."

"Nope," Danny said. "He was trying to prove his insane theory about half-ghosts and got himself ecto-contaminated. My parents got a call about it last night and had to rush over 'cause they're the only people around who know how to take care of something like that. That idiot's in quarantine with a strain of ghost flu."

"No way," Mandy said, though she didn't appear to actually doubt his story at all. It did rather sound like something Wes would do. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Danny insisted. "I got woken up last night by my parents prepping their equipment to treat him and they told me about the call."

"Damn, Wes may have gone a little too far this time."

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Danny scoffed. "My parents can treat ghost flu in their sleep. Serves him right, if you ask me. At least I'm getting a break from him rooting through my trash looking for 'evidence'." Danny put finger-quotes around the last work and rolled his eyes, illiciting a scoff from Mandy.

Mandy was an incurable gossip, which was why Danny had told her first. The rumor spread through the school like wildfire. When Wes was absent again the following day, the rumor mill worked over time. The rumor Danny had started grew twisted. Now Wes had become a ghost and would likely never return to school. Now the Fentons had already captured him and were running experiments. Now Phantom had rescued him and sent him to the Ghost Zone forever.

On the third day, Wes returned to school. He seemed human enough, as far as anyone could tell, but at the same time, something was off about him. Something strangely familiar. When Wes came back to school, he was suddenly clumsier than he'd ever been. Danny heard some of the basketball players complaining about how much Wes dropped the ball during practice, and the chemistry teacher complaining about dropped beakers.

It wasn't until the chem teacher remarked, "He's like Danny all over again," that he made the connection. "I swear if I have to hand out another lifetime ban from touching sensitive equipment, I will. The school does not give me enough funds to keep buying new beakers and test tubes."

Danny had to talk with Wes right away.

"Fenton!" Wes shouted, cornering him in the hall after school. "Care to explain all the stupid rumors about me dying and being banished to the Ghost Zone? I know this is your fault."

"Care to explain why you're sinking into the floor?" Danny shot back. Wes was normally taller than him, but they were eye to eye.

"Shit!" Wes flailed, and Danny pulled him out of the ground with a sigh and dragged him into the staff bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?" Danny demanded. "Did you actually do what I think you did in your stupid quest to prove I'm a halfa?"

"A halfa?" Wes asked. "Is that what you are?"

"Don't call me that, it's a slur," Danny said. "Explain yourself."

"I didn't do it on purpose," Wes began. "I was... investigating the scene of that big ghost fight. Your mom was using this big, bazooka thing, and threw it away when it got damaged and stopped working. It was pretty much trashed, and she left it behind when the fight was over."

Wes had been trying to learn as much as he could about ghosts in order to prove that Danny was one. He shouldn't have messed with such a dangerous weapon, but he brought it home, to his room. While he was examining it, the weapon suddenly turned back on. Wes' voice caught in his throat as he described the way the Fenton Bazooka had malfunctioned, opening a ghost portal halfway inside Wes as it exploded.

"I don't know how I'm even still here, to be honest," Wes finished. "It completely trashed my room. It was more painful than anything I've ever experienced. I should be dead dead, but... I still have a pulse, and I'm still breathing."

"Yeah, being a half-ghost is weird like that." He wanted to be smug, because it sort of served Wes right, but he also knew exactly the kind of pain Wes was talking about, and he couldn't help a pang of sympathy. "You should know better than to touch discarded Fenton tech. Amity Park Sanitation dedicates a full day of training for how to safely dispose of my parents junk."

"How was I supposed to know that?" Wes groused, crossing his arms over his chest. "How could I possibly know that it was going to explode on me like that?" Danny sighed harshly. How could Wes not have guessed that? Fenton tech blew up all the time.

"Well, congrats Wes, you're like me now," Danny told him, finally mustering up some of the sarcasm he'd wanted to berate Wes with from the beginning. "You're half-ghost, which means the government has legally stripped you of all your rights as human beings, and if my parents ever find out what you are, you'll be on a metal autopsy table before you can pick out a ghost name."

"Well I'd have a lot less to worry about if someone hadn't spread rumors about me being a ghost all around the school when I was absent for two days."

"You're one to talk!" Danny scoffed, although he did sort of have a point. Danny would have to make sure those rumors were fully put to rest now that he knew the truth. As much as Wes annoyed him, he didn't want the asshole to be in genuine danger. "I was just trying to mess with you to get back at you for trying to expose me. I had no idea what happened to you. You know damn well what you're doing and you still try to expose me. Maybe now you'll learn to appreciate why I keep it a secret in the first place." Wes visibly tensed, then looked down at the tile floors, ashamed. "I'm surprised you haven't gone and revealed yourself to the whole school already, just to prove you were right."

"I... I'm sorry," Wes mumbled. "I never realized how hard this crap was. I've only been like this for three days, and I already had to miss school for two of them because my eyes wouldn't stop glowing and my hair wouldn't stop floating. Now I'm back and stuff keeps falling right through my hands."

"And my parents haven't even threatened to tear you apart molecule by molecule yet."

Wes flinched, but nodded. "I know I shouldn't be asking, because we're the furthest thing from friends, but please help me," he begged. His green eyes glowed red at he fixed Danny with a pleading gaze. "I have no idea what I'm doing, and I promise to stop trying to expose you, just please, please help me figure this out! There's no one else I can ask!"

Danny wanted to say no, to tell Wes to figure it out himself, like Danny had, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to. He just couldn't leave someone to drown like this when he had the ability to save them. "Fine," he relented. "You're eyes are glowing by the way." Wes cursed as he jerked back and covered them. "It doesn't matter if it's only me around, but you should at least figure out how to tell whether they're glowing or not. Let's see your ghost form."

"Um... alright," Wes agreed. "I'm not sure if I can go back and forth on command yet."

"Close your eyes, and focus on your core," Danny instructed. "Switching between forms feels like turning something upside-down inside you. It's just a matter of finding the part of you that's human, and flipping it over. Visualize the transformation, and then switch." Wes nodded.

A moment later, there was a bright light like a camera flash, and when Danny stopped seeing spots, there was Wes, floating before him. His close had switched to a black and green version of Casper High's basketball uniform. His red hair was teal, and floating around his head as if he were underwater, framing his glowing red eyes. His freckles glowed now too, bright specks of light against his translucent skin.

"Yup, just as I suspected," Danny remarked, nodding approvingly.

"What?"

"You're ghost form doesn't look half as cool as mine does." Wes growled, and blue-green beams of ectoplasm shot from his eyes right at Danny, knocking him against the sink.

"Shit! Sorry!" Wes apologized. "I genuinely didn't mean to do that! It just happened!"

"All good," Danny grunted as he used the sink to push himself back up to his feet. "But we've got our work cut out for us."

#phic phight 2023 #phic phight #fic #things i wrote #dp #danny phantom #wes weston #halfa wes #danny fenton

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Secrets & Desires - Part 2

Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate.

It was only a few days later that Sam’s phone rings while he is out on his morning run. He looks at the screen and stops in his tracks, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead as he reads the name of the caller-Sheriff Jody Mills.

He anxiously answers, “Hello?”

“Sam?” she says through the earpiece and he smiles at the sound of her voice.

“Hey Jody! What’s up?”

“Um..well,” she stutters and Sam can’t help but think it’s adorable. But he isn’t going to tell her that. Jody Mills is turning into one hell of a hunter that could probably take him down in a fight and he wants to remain on her good side. “Were you um, serious about what you said the other day?”

Sam smiles as he sits on the park bench that he jogs by every morning. “What are you talking about?” he asks, deciding to tease the Sheriff. “Oh, you mean when I said you could spank me any time?” As he spoke he let his voice go down until he was whispering the last of the words.

He heard Jody take a deep breath and slowly let it blow out before she spoke. “Don’t mock me, Samuel. I’m being serious here. Were you being honest with me or just…..”

When she didn’t finish, Sam gave in and decided to quit playing games. “Dead serious. I’ve thought of nothing more,” he admitted. “Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Being honest with me when you said you’d love to spank me. Do you really have a riding crop?”

Sam heard Jody chuckle through the line. “Baby boy, you’ll be surprised just how much I have hidden away about me. So,” she pauses and Sam waits with bated breath that he gets choked on with her next words. “Have you been a good little boy or a bad one? Does Mommy need to punish you?”

Once he got his breath back, Sam moaned out a low “Fuuuck!” into her ear.

“Oh, it sounds like you want to break all the rules huh? You aren’t supposed to use that language around your Mommy, are you? Tsk tsk. Whatever will I do with you.”

Sam could feel his dick growing and he really didn’t want to finish out his daily run with a hard-on. He took a few deep breaths and willed his cock to soften.

“When can we meet up?” he says as he stands and looks down to see that the bulge in his sweatpants is not as noticeable as he was afraid of.

“I’m going to be in Wichita this weekend. Fancy a trip?”

“Send me the deets and I’ll be there,” he responds and then finishes it off with a “Mommy.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Jody whines. “Ok, I’ll send you the information and I guess I’ll need to pack another bag. Ya know, for the toys."

Sam smiles at the same time a shiver travels down his spine. “Can’t wait.”

After his shower, Sam sees that Jody had in fact sent her itinerary for the weekend in Wichita, so as he gets dressed he tries to think of a story to tell Dean to get away for a couple of days.

He walks into the library of the bunker to find his older brother lounged back in one of the chairs with his feet up on the table, ankles crossed and watching something on the laptop. He hears giggles and moans and cringes as he notices it is his laptop Dean is using to watch another anime or porn or whatever he wants to call it these days.

“Hey,” he begins, casually. “So, get this…”

“I swear if you found another case, I’m going to beat you black and blue,” Dean says as he looks over his shoulder at him. “Let’s take a sabbatical, please.”

“Yea, I agree,” Sam says as he sits across the table from his brother, the man who he has looked up to all his life. He hates lying to Dean but there is no way to explain what is going on. Sam isn’t sure what it is, himself.

“I found this thing in Wichita that I thought would be pretty interesting,” he says. “A theater is featuring a showing of this history behind….”

“Ok good. See ya,” Dean says with a flip of his hand, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

Sam stands and smiles. ‘That was easy’ he thinks to himself.

That night, after Dean goes out to find some female companionship, Sam lets his imagination run wild as he jerks off to the thoughts of letting Sheriff Jody Mills have full control and dominate him.

Laying in his bed, naked he wraps his hand around his length as he thinks of Jody and what she had said to him, “I would love to use my crop on this ass”. The idea of Jody behind him, whacking him with a crop makes his dick throb in his hand. He uses the precum as a lubricant as he begins pumping his fist up and down.

Before long, his thoughts and imagination have him thrusting up into his hand as he can feel his release growing closer and closer. The memory of her berating him for using foul language in front of her is all the extra push he needs as he remembers how it sounded when she called herself Mommy.

It is the most powerful and longest orgasm he’d ever had. There was so much cum that he had to take another shower and strip his bed. He is thankful Dean is gone for the night because he didn’t want to have to answer any questions his older brother might have.

Two days later, he is standing outside room 226 of the Candlewick Motel on the outskirts of Wichita. He stares at the gold numbers on the door, anxious but excited. He takes a breath and reaches up to knock.

Jody opens the door after a moment and smiles up at him. “Hey Sam. Come on in. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hope not too long,” he responds as he steps inside to see a king size bed in the middle of the room, Jody’s bags sitting on top. There was also a desk across from the foot of the bed, against the wall, with a chair placed in front of it.

‘Bags’ he thinks. ‘Plural. As in one for clothing and one for toys. Sex toys. This is really happening.’

Jody closes the door and the both of them just stand there, watching one another; neither of them know what to do next.

“So,” Jody begins and Sam sees a change in her whole demeanor. This was no longer his friend, the Sheriff whom he had fought beside against those that go bump in the night

. No, this was Jody, the woman who was going to make all his fantasies and dreams come true. This was Mommy.

“Young man,” Jody begins as she steps toward him. “It isn’t polite to keep your shoes on when someone invites you. Take them off and your jacket too. Mommy wants you to be comfortable.”

He did as she asked, kicking his shoes under the desk and hanging his jacket on the back of the desk chair. Sam looks at Jody to see her smiling at his obedience. She steps closer and lays a palm against his cheek.

“Such a good little boy for your Mommy.”

@spnbaby-67 @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @supraveng @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @deanwithscissors @raisinggray @fanfic-n-tabulous @hobby27 @stoneyggirl2 @purpleeclipseeggsland @kmc1989 @leigh70

#sam Winchester #secrets and desires #supernatural #spn #3 part series #part 2

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The "Accidents" of Kaylo.

(A little lore behind Kaylo Crescendo)

The Lobotomy of 62

In 1962, Kaylo cheered up a little boy using her magic. While most of the time, this goes unnoticed, someone saw her spawning a 20 dollar bill out of thin air and using it to buy ice cream. When the man asked her how she did it, she played dumb and said she has no idea what he was talking about.

Later on in the night, she had made another trip to see the boy again, only to get kidnapped by that same man, who then handcuffed himself to her and wouldn't let her out until she taught him magic. Instead of being scared However, Kaylo just told the man that she could ruin his life in a week if he didn't let her go. The man scoffs at her threat until she cusses him out and flips him off.

The next week, Kaylo follows through with her threat, as the man ends up losing everything. He loses his respect in a very prestigious college due to talking to "thin air" and making him look like an idiot. (Monday) He then loses his job because of fake evidence that Kaylo planted of him sleeping with the dean's wife. (Tuesday) His car got wrecked by some local gangs because Kaylo payed them into doing it (even slashing the tires) (Wednesday). Then his house ends up burning to the ground after Kaylo tricks him into saying a spell that sets stuff ablaze. (Thursday)

When he finally rages at her and begins strangling her, Kaylo finally becomes visible in front of a police officer, who then get the handcuff off her, and get the man thrown in an insane asylum (Friday) once admitted in, Kaylo decides to make things even worse for him, by throwing her usual loud and insane parties in his padded cell, making the guards then think he was losing it (Saturday) Finally, he is scheduled for a Lobotomy. As he's dragged away, Kaylo appears one last time, stating she can make all of this seem like a horrible dream, if he agrees to never try and expose magic again. He refuses, stating that he will show that he was right one way or another.

The man then died, due to the Lobotomy going horribly wrong. (Sunday)

Things that the man lost in the week.

Monday: His Respect

Tuesday: His Job

Wednesday: His Car

Thursday: His House

Friday: His Freedom

Saturday: His Sanity

Sunday: His Life

The Buzzsaw Incident

In the early 90s and 2000s, Kaylo had a favorite game called: Human Walking. In which she got a bunch of people to unknowingly walk to their doom, only to avoid it a few seconds later. This game has progressively gotten more and more dangerous as the years go by.

One day, Kaylo has at least 147 people under her control, and she makes them do death defying stuff, from walking on powerlines, to navigating a heavy construction site. However, she then made them walk into a saw mill with a still running buzz saw. She attempts to make them stop or move out of the way, but the roar of the buzzsaw is too loud for anyone to hear her snapping her fingers.

You can probably guess what happens from here

#Balan Wonderworld #Welcome Home #NiGHTS into Dreams #No Straight Roads #Kaylo Crescendo

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kittttycakes · 9 months

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Oh my goodness thank you so much for indulging me with all your answers and headcannons!

I absolutely love the softness that is Hob and Morpheus making sure Grace is tucked safely between them or away from the door when they’re spooning in the waking world. Ngl, that gentle protectiveness is the best.

Regarding their reading preferences, I’ll have to take a recommendation from Grace and check out Angela Carter. I can definitely picture Hob reading classic mysteries too. I wonder if Morpheus has ever taken the time away from his duties to truly read for the sake of reading…

On a tangential thought, I was reading some of the Death comics today, and in one of them Death is talking about how she liked the Little Mermaid movie, even though it had a happy ending. She mentions that her brother didn’t like it and that he is a purist for those things.

It made me chuckle to think of Morpheus watching Disney’s The little mermaid (probably the animated original given the era), and being particularly unimpressed by the alteration to the original story.

And now I’m thinking of him watching it with Grace and Hob for some reason (or another modern adaptation of a classic fable that Morpheus has Opinions [with a capital O] about). And maybe Grace and Hob get tired of Morpheus sulking/grumbling about the bastardisation of a truly great Story and instead find a very pleasurable way to shut him up.

I think Grace and I might have the same Spotify habits tbh. That sounds exactly like my music library and I wholeheartedly embrace the label of menace to society 😁

My friends know to expect an eclectic mix if my music is on shuffle… Nineties and noughties pop, Gregorian chants, Big band/Jazz, Prog rock…

As for the library… you’re killing me with the thought of Grace reading some of Hobs old love letters, and Hob occasionally reading the dreams of lost loved ones. That is too many feels. I do also selfishly hope we get to see some more Lucienne in the stories to come.

I love that Grace is so fond of the Leviathan and that she and Hob enjoy Fiddlers Green.

I am definitely picturing Hob swinging around some of the swords in that armoury (with his sleeves rolled up…

Have Hob or Grace ever spent much time outside of Europe/North America? As a resident of the antipodes I often wonder how characters might feel about our part of the world.

Who is Grace’s professional nemesis? And why? Apologies if it’s something that’s already come up and I’ve forgotten.

How I wish I could eavesdrop on that rumour mill about who Morpheus is to Grace and Hob!

Is there any chance we’ll get to see more interaction between Hob and Grace’s friends/coworkers and Morpheus?

I’m just imagining if Grace had an event (possibly something fancy) to go to that Hob for some reason couldn’t accompany her on short notice. And maybe Hob mentions it in passing to Morpheus, and then Morpheus just turns up to accompany Grace. And they’re both looking might fine all dressed up, and the sexual tension is high, and Grace’s coworkers/friends/other guests are both aroused and intimidated and ever so curious about the two of them and their relationship. Or some of the guests talking obnoxiously about big concepts they know nothing not about, and Morpheus just coolly putting them in their place, or matter of factly correcting them.

I do love how you described Grace and Hob’s friends deciding that Morpheus must be from old money and in a psychosexual muse/artist relationship with them both.

The mental image of Hob and Grace in nothing but gold and rubies and being absolutely worshipped by Morpheus is particularly inspiring.

I adore the thought of Grace pinching Morpheus’ t shirts too. I bet they would smell especially delicious. And then Hob’s sweater or cardigan over the top. Lucky Grace!

I’ve got to admit I love that Morpheus and Hob have a thing for Grace wearing her glasses. I have a pair that I only use for extended reading sessions or when I’m on the computer, and for some reason it also makes my partner a little hot and bothered! 😂

I am 100% with Grace on Hob’s forearms and Morpheus’ collarbones. Pure perfection there.

Regarding the Dreaming’s residents taking closed doors seriously… I have to ask… the library? Has Lucienne ever found herself suddenly locked out, or would Morpheus be too afraid of her to risk such a thing?

Ok, I’m sorry for the essay, but thank you again for your willingness to share! ❤️

Gentle protectiveness is a peak love language, and I think Hob and Morpheus (eventually) would be very, very good at it!

You should totally check out Angela Carter! The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories is a fantastic starting point for her. I think about “The Lady of the House of Love” at least once a week, and the titular short story kickstarted my Bluebeard obsession as a teen.

The rest under the cut, because I could talk for an age about this:

Morpheus is either the best or the worst to watch movies with. On the one hand, a storytelling medium that he hasn’t had a lot of exposure to! The whole concept of dream sequences in film! The artistry of it all! On the other hand, the parade of adaptations not just currently, but historically, and media-purist Dream. Maybe he only gets really nit-picky about the big fundamental changes to the originals, but he would have beef with most, if not all, of the Disney Princess movies. Where’s the blood and the blinding in Cinderella? Grace probably quite likes the live action version (if she has a little crush on Richard Madden, no one has to know) and Morpheus…hates it. What time period are they meant to be in? Why is the ending always so different? Someone has to shut him up, and Hob and Grace are both very creative when it comes to this. Morpheus isn’t necessarily easily distracted, it’s just that he’s so much more interested in the two of them than whatever it was they were doing before.

I can promise some more Lucienne to come! I’d like to do more with her generally, I love Lucienne and someday will work on something that features her more prominently! I also really need more of Hob with a sword for…personal reasons…

I like to think that Hob is fairly well traveled outside of Europe, maybe! I do for sure think he’s made it to Australia and New Zealand, maybe even spent some time there in the late 20th century, and probably liked it very much. Hob has eternity, after all, and with the advent of every growing commercial travel, I have to imagine he hopped on that, if for no other reason than curiousity’s sake! I do wonder how he feels about airplanes generally, though, and whether he prefers to travel by train or plane.

There will also definitely be some of Grace and Hob’s coworkers and friends with Morpheus! I don’t know if it will make it into the main fic, but it’s definitely planned for a future one shot. There’s nothing quite like a staff holiday party or university donor event…I love the idea of Morpheus showing up with Grace, and of course everyone is expecting Hob, but no, here’s someone who’s a completely different person on most levels! I’d also like to (someday, eventually) do something with Hob and Morpheus and Grace’s mother. Hob has, of course, met her. Morpheus hasn’t.

I have my little to do list of smut ideas and it grows longer by the day, but someday, they’ll all happen! I just love the shifting dynamic between all three of them and how much they adapt to one another as the situation comes up. They just work so well together!

Listen…you can’t ever go wrong with glasses. I’m absolutely biased, naturally, but they look good on everyone and you get at least 20% hotter when you wear them, I don’t make the rules.

On the topic of scent…I think Hob is definitely a person who does wear a nice cologne every day. He just always smells good, like subtle cologne and laundry soap and clean skin. Morpheus, on the other hand, doesn’t wear cologne…he just smells like that all the time. In my head, it’s a little herby, a little earthy, some ozone. Nice, pleasant, but not what humans smell like on their own, he’s missing that skin smell, which I think subconsciously, people (who aren’t Grace and Hob) realize and find odd, because he just…doesn’t smell right. I live for Morpheus being just a little weird and uncanny and off to the average person who doesn’t know who and what he is.

Collectively, they’ve decided that the library is entirely off limits for shenanigans. Grace likes Lucienne too much and Morpheus is secretly concerned it would be her final straw. Grace does, however, very much want to hook up in a library, but she’s not picky on where it happens to be located. She’d happily take a dream of one somewhere else if it meant avoiding inconveniencing Lucienne.

#anon <3 #oc: grace talbot #I just love them all so much #also don’t be sorry!!! this was wonderful!

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Tron 2.0 and Straying from Humanity.

I really wanna talk about a certain itch 2.0 scratches that the rest of the series really doesn't as much. 82 does a little but uhhh yea. So 2.0 really questions how far you can stray from humanity before you're no longer human, sort of. One of the whole big points of 82 is saying ayyy there's people in my computer. 2.0 goes. Okay but what do you consider as humans. Most of this is done visually but it does touch up on this in the story a bit.

Now the specifics-

Regular programs- your run of the mill programs are just like. Average guys. They look like people persons. aside from the circuits and the grayscale they're just People. Some of them have crystalline hair/head pieces and some other unique features but mostly they're just. Yeah. They're as close to mirrors of their users as you can get, really.

Viruses/ZLOTs: they're essentially the Tron equivalent of zombies in a lot of ways. Evolution touched on this with abraxas but I wouldn't be surprised if they took visual cues from 2.0. their forms are crackled, splintering. Like something is trying to abrupt from the inside of them and their minds only have one thing they want to do. Attack. as enemies in the game it really makes you feel bad because they're close to the other npcs you save but....you can't save them. 2.0 doesn't have a kill or save mechanic at all. While that would be cool it's not really a priority. jet is really just trying to figure things out and get home and maybe save the day in the process.

The ICPS: they're interesting because the game clearly establishes that they're still people. They have personality, they place bets, they experience pain. However they're just armor. Their insides are hollow and you can literally see through them. To me this invokes perhaps copying the same program over and over, removing them from their user. Or perhaps a main program that spawns them? Either way, they're sort of like Tron, they just want to protect their systems, but unfortunately they also want to kill you in the process. They're just dudes doing their jobs, really. They may not have bodies but they're still people.

Seekers: WORM. Enough said.

Rector Scripts: these technically are also viruses but they're a higher level enemy. Their designs invoke imagery of the grim reaper. It's very possible they were never regular programs to begin with, considering their strength and they can literally spawn ZLOTs. Their only purpose is to spread the virus and death.

Datawraiths: they're different than all the others on this list. Sorta spoilery if you want to skip. Instead of being a program that's changed they are users that have been changed by our big bad guys in the realm of the users. They're changed before they're even digitized and the implications are not good. Unlike the ICPs they don't ever actually talk I think which is strange. They're supposed to be the human ones, right ? And yet they're arguably one of the least human ones in the game.

Specific Character Spoilers Now

Ma3a: One of the most obvious ones, she's a floating basketball with a face slapped on it. Lmao. But to be serious the game basically implies hey there's part of Lora that's digitized into her!! however she was digitized/killed while working on Ma2a. So the thing is we're one update removed from Lora's untimely end. So technically Ma3a has a literal piece of humanity as part of her programming but is....also one of the least human looking ones. She's not Lora but if she hadn't been updated and stayed as Ma2a...could she have kept a stronger visual resemblance to her? I don't know. Speculation. There's also the Legacy code which transforms her into, as friends say, the robot milf. This also has awful implications that the ever missing from his own media, Tron, was changed into something he didn't want to be. Rather than a protector of the users he became something that had a bloodlust for users, overriding his personality and his own choices. In a way it's very similar to the viruses.

Thorne: speaking of viruses. This man WAS human. But he's been in the system long enough and let himself become so corrupted it really makes you go. What the Fuck. He doesn't properly resemble a human and it really goes to show that hey. Maybe the longer you stay in a computer the less human you are and the more program you are. And programs are humans but they're not. Anyway. Legacy really missed out on making Flynn a lil not human, you get my drift ? Hes just.... He needs computer therapy. I also genuinely believe it's all his personal choices that led him to this in a way because it is pretty clear he still has freewill. So even if he did get virus'd by accident he didn't have to let himself be corrupted and also start a minor zombie apocalypse. I can't exactly remember how he originally gets changed my bad. Sorry oops.

the FCON Monster: holy shit I still remember the shock I had of this. This is the closest thing to uhhh proper body horror I guess in the game with just the implications. A digitization gone wrong. Three people mashed together unwillingly into this awful monster. You have to shoot at their fucking heads to kill it! Really, are they even a person/s anymore? Consumed with a rage to just kill this computer nerd who got in their way? And the end of the game is awful with how quick it is like oh yeah we'll fix it but it's like. Did Jet kill them dead type thing....? And also! The Datawraiths? They're human too! So like! Jet is a murderer ! What the Fuck! Like! Thorne still had more of a clear head in general than these guys. Even if they did get undigitized.... What would they be undigitizing...? A mess of human flesh ?, ,,,, Like. Anyway yea.

I'm not going into ghost in the machine cause that is a rabbit hole in itself. (Get it. Rabbit hole? Ba dum tis.)

#thoughts on the matter #Tron #Tron 2.0 #Analysis

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triplefrontierbabe · 2 months

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Where Were You? Preview

F!Reader x Benny Miller series

Summary: following her father’s death, Clara Davis returns home to Florida in an attempt to bring some normalcy back to her life. Yet, the people she’s been avoiding for five years just might be the people she’s been needing to be around all along.

Warnings: mentions of death, smoking, language, drinking, mentions of abuse (vague), age gap.

Reader is named Clara and is 21 years old.

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The bell above the front door of the bar opened, signaling new customers coming into the bar. You sighed. It’s been a long night already and you were counting down the minutes until you could go home.

With your back still turned to the front door, you began your run-of-the-mill speech as bartender.

“Hey y’all welcome in, what can I-” you begin to say as you turn around to look at the customers that just walked in. You’re shocked. You can’t believe the nerve of these guys.

It’s been five years since the tragedy in South America. Five years since you last saw your dad. Five long years since you last spoke to Frankie, Benny, Will and Pope.

You’ve only been back home in Florida for about a week and you somehow managed to not run into the four guys for those seven days. It was inevitable, seeing them. But you were not prepared no matter how much time had passed.

“Clara.” Frankie says as he lets out a breath. He’s the only one you make eye contact with before you decide that this was not the night you’d lay all your cards on the table for the guys.

“Larry, you can take these guys.” You begin to say to your boss “I’m not serving them”.

With that, you make your way out to the front of the bar, feeling the intense stares from all four guys on you every step of the way.

Amidst holding back tears, you hear one of the guys call your name out again in an attempt to finally talk to you.

“What the hell.” You say as soon as you step out the front door.

After all these years, seeing the guys’ faces hurts you just as much as it did when you were still a teenager. Your resentment for them is still the same, if not more. The feeling of betrayal hits you all over again just like it did when they returned from the trip, without your dad.

Tears start to form in your eyes as you frantically pull out a cigarette and your lighter. Smoking became a habit for you. Rather, it had become a bad coping mechanism.

You sit down on the front stairs of the bar and take a couple drags of the cigarette before you hear the front door jingle. Heavy footsteps follow before someone sits beside you.

******

That’s all for now!! I hope you all enjoyed this so far! I’m not sure how long this series will be, but trust me, there is more to come!!!!

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TASK002 / police interview

Fey was struggling not to throw hands at the police officers who told her to come by her nightclub when she had just rushed to the hospital after receiving the call. By the time she got there, the doctors told her that her best friend wouldn’t be awake for a while, and it was only when she asked her fourth doctor and had the confirmation that that was true that she decided to follow the police officers to Medusa, snapping at them to make it quick because she wanted to be back at the hospital, in case Azra woke up.

I don’t want to be here, she thought, her hands shaking, mostly from rage, as she entered her nightclub. It was eerie being here in the middle of the night, the usual time depicting what would usually be a packed dance floor, strobe lights hurting people’s eyes and the DJ making sure the music was loud enough that if you wanted to have a conversation with someone, you’d have to lean in really close. It would’ve been close to closing time, but right now, it was a ghost town, the only people milling around wearing uniforms that confirmed they were law enforcement.

There was fondness in her heart for this nightclub, because while it wasn’t her first business, it was the one she spent the most of her time in. It was the one out of the two that was more stressful to run, but she loved it all the same. She had made changes to it to make it more like her own, and she felt like she knew this place like the back of her hand, so she was violently unprepared to walk deeper into the nightclub to find the stairs leading the way upstairs covered in blood.

Most of it had dried, but hadn’t been cleaned off, still being used as evidence even though Fey wanted to scream that they should be doing their jobs better. They should’ve done better to make sure this didn’t happen. Why haven’t they found the person or people responsible for this yet? How many more people must be hurt before they get off their ass to do what they’re being paid to do?

Fey already had a lot of anger piled up due to the helplessness she felt from all of the deaths so far, and it was rare that she had reached the point that her anger had rendered her quiet. Too angry to say anything and as she tightened her sweater around her, her gaze rested on the police officers in front of her with nothing but hatred.

This is your fault. My best friend’s blood is all over this floor, these stairs of my club because of you, she thought. Incompetent, lazy, useless motherfucke--

“Miss Kaplan?” One of them asked, dragging her out of her thoughts and she forced herself to take deep breaths, feeling almost relieved when they started moving away from the stairs. She couldn’t bear to see the blood any longer and if she stayed standing in one place for too long, her anger would get the better of her and she knew that. As the questions started, all Fey could do was clench her hands into fists, the anger churning more and more inside of her.

Where were you last night, June 27th? Can anyone confirm this?

“I was with my boyfriend, Greyson Kidd. I’ve been staying over at his place since the death of his cousin,” Fey pointed out, glaring at them as a reminder that that was something they still didn’t have the answers to either. “He can confirm that himself,” she snapped.

How do you know Azra Nadir?

Are you a fucking idiot?! Feyza wanted to yell and she could feel her hands start to shake. “I’ve known her since before I could talk. Everyone knows that she’s been my best friend since the time you still had hair. We grew up together, we did everything together, she’s basically part of my family and I’d really fucking like to get back to the hospital to be with her,” she said, inhaling sharply though her nose. The audacity of these people, asking her stupid questions when she shouldn’t even fucking be here. Medusa was hers, and the absolutely awful thing that happened to Azra happened here, but Fey didn’t understand why she needed to be interrogated. She didn’t understand why they were wasting everybody’s time like this, especially when she knew it would lead to absolutely nothing. It wasn’t like whoever did this would suddenly grow a conscience and admit it was them, and Fey couldn’t stop herself from wishing they’d find the answers. Soon. Before more people got hurt, and so she can go back to the hospital where she fucking needed to be right now.

When and where did you last see her, or speak to her?

“We talk almost everyday. Mostly texting. She’s always here at the club, or I sometimes pop by her place during the afternoons.” Fey didn’t mention the fact that she didn’t know Azra would be at the club a few hours ago. She would’ve come here in a heartbeat had she known, just to make sure her best friend was doing okay, but she kept that to herself, almost feeling like that was a dirty thing to share. A crack in their friendship that Fey didn’t want to admit she could see. It wasn’t like Azra had to tell her her every move, she knew that, but they usually let each other know if they were here. They’d hang out in her office, a reprieve from the sweaty bodies and the stench of alcohol, but that didn’t happen last night, and Fey bit down on her lower lip, unable to stop herself from wondering why.

Do you know anyone at all that she did not get along with?

“Please,” Fey snorted out a laugh. Whoever Azra didn’t get along with, most of the time, Fey didn’t either. It was one of the reasons why they worked so well together, how their friendship withstood the test of time. They understood each other so well that sometimes, they just needed to share a look to have a full conversation with each other. They used to do that all the time back in high school, when they had to deal with people they didn’t like on a daily basis, and her heart ached in her chest at the reminder of how long they’ve been friends. How well she knows Azra. How she literally couldn’t live in a world without her, and how she almost lost her tonight. “Hana Rhee. She wouldn’t shut up in the group chat about her fucking restaurant and Azra called her out on it once. That’s one person you should look into. Also, Anya Ngam.” The lie moved past her lips easily. She would’ve told Azra about what had happened in this very same club with Dilara, but with Dante’s death, it felt like she hadn’t had the time to just sit down and catch up with her properly. She knew, though, that if she told her Anya slapped Dee, then Azra wouldn’t like her either. "Zekai Arslan too. He lied at one point about Azra blackmailing him for money, as if she needs money in the first place,” Fey said with a roll of her eyes. If he wanted to lie about her best friend, the least he could’ve done was make it believable. “Also, Verity Calma,” she said, her voice flat as she remembered what Jieun had told her in the waiting room as soon as she got to the hospital.

Do you believe they'd be capable of hurting her like this?

“Please,” Fey said, snorting out another laugh. “By the way Hana went silent in that group chat like a scared, little bitch? Probably not, but you never know, right? Maybe she has it in her. Kept it all in all this time,” Fey said, bitterness coating her words at the thought of anyone hurting her best friend like this. Believing they had any right whatsoever to hurt her. “Zekai’s too busy playing stepdaddy now, and Vera got into a fight with Azra last night so that tells you everything you need to know,” she added. “Now, Anya? That’s another one who’s a stickler for physical violence, you should probably look into that,” she said with a smirk, but the brief happiness she got from throwing Anya under the bus for something completely unrelated went away as she watched the man write things down in his little notebook.

“Thank you for your time, Miss Kaplan. We’d like to keep the club closed for now. Safety precautions and all that.”

Suddenly, all Fey could see was red. All she could feel was rage. Rage at these people for letting this happen. Rage at hearing them talking about safety, like they’ve done such a good job of it so far. Serve and protect my ass, she thought, eyes flashing as they stood up. She followed suit, and yet when one reached his hand out, presumably for a handshake, Fey felt her own hand clenching into a fist, before she let it fly, hitting the man square on his jaw. “Talking about safety like my best friend isn’t on a fucking hospital bed right now because you can’t find a single fucking brain cell to figure out who the stab happy son of a bitch in town is. Do your goddamn job,” she spat out, breathing heavily as the man’s partner started pulling her arms behind her back, the cool metal of the handcuffs digging into her wrists, distracting her from the pain in her right hand.

Fuck.

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The Other Evans Girl [Part Sixty Three]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 5623

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: can i say i dont know how ive churned out sixty parts but oh my i love writing this series

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Over the next few days, Daisy noted there was a change in the school. People seemed to be on edge about this muggle attack and everywhere she went there were whispers about ‘You Know Who’ and ‘Death Eaters’. It was hard to bear. Younger students were petrified of going home for Easter and Muggleborns frequently chatted in hushed whispers about the prospect of entering a Wizards-only space. Would the same happen to them?

It didn’t help that around every corner seemed to be some smarmy Slytherin with a smirk on their face as their peers milled about petrified. And the biggest antagonist of them all was Barty Crouch. He had his cronies with him most of the time and the group of them never feared to talk loudly about something they’d heard about to do with Death Eater activity. Of course, the teachers never caught them in the act. And even when Daisy was sure they must have heard about what they were discussing most of them ignored it as if it was just schoolyard banter. That angered Daisy more. The teachers were ignoring the problem. Whether they were being ignorant of the problems in the wizarding world due to the safety of their Scottish castle or they didn’t want to be fear mongers, especially with the younger students, she didn’t know. Still, it wasn’t working and that was starting to frustrate her. Not that she had much chance to be frustrated at the moment. No, at this point in time three pairs of eyes were ogling her, waiting for her to continue her story. She had been telling them about her and Sirius. How one thing had led to another at his Uncle’s place when she’d trailed off catching the end of a conversation as Snape, Crouch, McNair and Regulus passed by not even noting their presence as they headed to the restricted section of the library.

‘So come on!’ Alice giggled not even noting them pass. Lily had glanced towards Snape who kept his head up and his eyes forward before she turned back an uneasy look on her face. That was Daisy’s other problem. Since the attack, Lily had been stuck to her like glue. Daisy supposed she understood. The way they’d lost their parents made them both fear losing the other and she had thought for a good portion of the day that her twin had been lost in the attack. James was helping and so were the girls but once Lily was lost in her own head she insisted on being near her sister. For comfort. Daisy got that but sometimes it felt like she was struggling to breathe. She had seen her sister going into a spiral as they’d researched ‘healing draughts for the gravely wounded’ for potions and so she had changed the topic and laid the truth bomb on them that she and Sirius had slept together.

‘What do you want me to say?’ Daisy said meekly. She hadn’t even intended on telling any of them, not just yet, and now her friends were watching her agog as they waited for intimate details. ‘Was it good?’ Alice asked inquisitively. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Wow Dais,’ Marlene smirked, ‘I can feel his wounded ego from here.’ ‘Well, what am I supposed to say?’ Daisy asked looking at her fellow blonde. ‘That he rocked your world? Best night of your life?’ Marlene chuckled. ‘Well it was a very good day,’ Daisy said, ‘he was very sweet.’ ‘Sirius?’ Alice baulked. ‘Yes,’ Daisy replied indignantly making her friend pale. ‘Oh, I don’t mean it in a bad way. I just thought…well given he’s quite the, I mean, he-’ Alice said tripping over her words at every stage. ‘What my pathetic pal is trying to stumble to the point of is that she thinks Sirius is a kind of ‘wham, bam, thank you mam’ kind of guy, right Al?’ Marlene said. ‘I was just worried he was a bit forward,’ Alice said, ‘I mean Lil said-’ ‘Lil said what?’ Daisy asked raising an eyebrow. Lily looked at her sister swallowing guiltily. ‘I just mentioned you saying you weren’t ready yet…we were talking about me and James,’ Lily said biting her lip, ‘sorry I didn’t mean to.’ ‘It’s fine,’ Daisy lied her eyes going to her textbook. The girls fell quiet for a moment as an awkward tension descended on the group. After a moment or so Alice excused herself to go and find another reference book and Lily followed feeling the ire rolling off Daisy. As they disappeared out of sight Marlene caught her friend’s attention. ‘It’s probably a bit my fault anyway,’ Marlene said as Daisy looked up at her, ‘Alice thinking that I mean.’ ‘How come?’ Daisy asked. ‘Did you forget there was a good chunk of last year where I wasn’t so fond of him, remember?’ ‘Oh…yeah,’ Daisy said. Marlene threw her a weak smile. ‘He’d dumped me. You and I weren’t friends. I could see how close the pair of you were. I guess I probably said a lot of stuff that might have clouded Alice’s judgement,’ Marlene said. Daisy nodded. ‘I guess we’ve never really talked about that,’ Daisy said, ‘but I’m not going to tell you off for bad-mouthing your ex-boyfriend am I?’ ‘You could if you wanted to,’ Marlene said with a smile. ‘You felt how you felt about it. I’m not going to say you’re wrong because we’re a couple now,’ Daisy said. ‘No, I know. I guess,’ Marlene said, ‘I guess it’s hard. It’s odd.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Daisy asked, her eyebrows knitting together. ‘Because he was never like that with me y’know?’ Marlene sighed making Daisy frown, ‘I mean he wasn’t outwardly horrible. He just always seemed to be distracted. Like he was waiting for something else. I suppose he was.’ ‘What?’ Daisy asked confused. Marlene rolled her eyes and laughed. ‘You, you daft cow,’ Marlene smirked making Daisy blush, ‘bloody hell the pair of you are together now and you still don’t realise how long you’ve been pining after one another.’ ‘It took us long enough huh?’ Daisy said with a smile. ‘Yeah it did,’ Marlene said. Daisy dropped her gaze again. It was odd discussing this with Marlene. Since her accident she had always lived with that other side of Sirius. The loving and tender one. Not the romancer. Not the indifferent boyfriend. And she realised at that moment that she had sort of neglected her friend. That she had taken it for granted just how ‘okay’ with the situation Marlene was.

After a beat, she looked up and said, ‘Mar?’ ‘Yeah?’ she asked glancing up from the textbook she had turned her attention back to. ‘Did you hate me?’ Daisy asked meekly, ‘when you found out you mean?’ ‘No…no I don’t think I did,’ Marlene said. ‘How? I mean you guys had just split up and I was spending nearly every hour with them. I mean I know I had reasons but it can’t have been easy.’ ‘It wasn’t. And at first, I thought you two were together and just not telling me.’ ‘We weren’t. I mean that’s one of the reasons I was mortified even contemplating liking him,’ Daisy said. ‘See?’ Marlene said, ‘how could I be angry about that?’ ‘But you didn’t like him. And I was spending time with him. Did you not want to scream at me not to be so stupid?’ Daisy asked nervously. ‘No, because his personality wasn’t the reason I didn’t like him. It was the way I was treated and I could see he was never the same with you like he was with me. I could see he really cared for you,’ Marlene said. ‘I don’t understand,’ Daisy said. ‘I know he’s not a bad guy. Actually, he’s one of the better ones around this place but he wasn’t with me. Like I said he wasn’t horrible just…indifferent. And when I saw the way he was with you that was just more clear to me y’know? And I was angry because I’d rather he’d have just left well alone. I wish we’d never got together,’ she said sadly. ‘I don’t think he knew,’ Daisy said, ‘not then.’ ‘I think he knew the moment you had your accident,’ Marlene countered, ‘I could feel it. The change. It was instantaneous.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Daisy said. Was Marlene right? Had Sirius liked her for that long? That night seemed aeons away now and she knew she hadn’t started liking him until afterwards though she couldn’t pinpoint the moment she did know. ‘Well, whenever it was doesn’t matter. Either way, I can claim I won the breakup,’ she said triumphantly. ‘What?’ Daisy giggled. ‘I got a new boyfriend ages before he managed to pluck up the courage to ask you out. Hence I win,’ she said. Daisy burst into a fit of giggles, ‘I might tell him that you know.’ ‘Oh yeah damage the boy's ego even more,’ Marlene chuckled. ‘Well I didn’t avenge you as I should’ve at the time so why not now,’ Daisy replied as the two laughed. After it died down Marlene looked at her and placed her hand on the back of her friend's.

‘I’m glad it was good…your first time I mean. You deserve that,’ Marlene said with a smile that seemed unsure as it fell back into a neutral expression. Daisy felt a knot in her stomach. ‘It was,’ Daisy said clearing her throat, ‘Mar?’ ‘It wasn’t Sirius,’ Marlene said immediately understanding whatever line of questioning her friend had for her. ‘Was it Pierre?’ Daisy asked, ‘I mean I know Alice and Frank… ‘No it was way before that,’ Marlene said, ‘it was after Sirius and I had broken up. It was after we found out you’d gone to the Potter’s for New Year.’ ‘Not my best move,’ Daisy said feeling that familiar surge of guilt at the thought of missing her parents last Christmas. ‘I didn’t care about New Year,’ Marlene said, ‘I was upset Sirius had lied about going home for Christmas.’ ‘He lied?’ Daisy asked. ‘He told me he was going home for Christmas and when I came back the pair of you had spent it together in the castle. That’s when I started getting paranoid,’ Marlene shrugged. ‘Oh, I didn’t know,’ Daisy said feeling another layer of guilt settle in on her. Had Sirius lied? She had always assumed he had chosen to stay at the castle early on though she couldn’t recall if that was the truth. ‘Yeah, so I had a night alone crying in the astronomy tower and well I sorta met someone up there going through some stuff themselves,’ Marlene said, ‘and then one thing led to another and well…’ ‘Who?’ Daisy asked wracking her brains for the boy it could’ve been. ‘…Remus,’ she said biting her lip and making Daisy’s eyes go wide. Her mouth fell agape at the revelation as she tried to picture how her best friend and Remus could’ve ended up in that situation. After a moment or two Marlene burst into a fit of giggles making Daisy look at her confused, ‘kidding!’ ‘I was going to say,’ Daisy said, ‘I mean I know the boy can keep a secret but bloody hell!’ ‘Nah I don’t think he’d recover having to see me again if it was true,’ Marlene said. ‘So who was it?’ ‘Tim Ridgely from Ravenclaw. Left last year,’ Marlene said, ‘and honestly not that good.’

Before Marlene could follow on Lily and Alice reappeared and slid back into their chairs. Alice spoke first, ‘what wasn’t good?’ ‘Nothing,’ Marlene said glancing at Daisy who nodded just a touch to show she understood. ‘Get what you need?’ Daisy asked noting the new textbook in front of Alice though as her gaze fell on her sister she noted that the redhead didn’t seem as at ease as before, ‘everything okay Lil?’ ‘Fine,’ Lily said stiffly as she started to skim through the pages of her book.’ ‘Lil?’ Daisy said raising an eyebrow which made the other girls look at her. ‘Alice and I split up,’ she said, ‘and when I was in one of the aisles I heard talking.’ ‘Who?’ Marlene asked though the tug in Daisy’s stomach caused an idea to ping to her brain. ‘Let me guess. Sev and co,’ she said with a scowl. Lily nodded. ‘What were they saying?’ Alice asked. ‘Something about…an attack,’ Lily said warily, ‘I don’t know what but it sounded like they meant here.’ ‘In school!?!’ Daisy said in a near screech which made several heads turn around and look at her. ‘Sssh!’ Lily chastised. ‘Lil this is a big deal!’ Daisy said. ‘Exactly which is why I think the best way to deal with it is to go and tell McGonagall-’

Lily started but she didn’t even finish her sentence before Daisy was up and striding back past the rows and rows of bookshelves. She strutted down the aisle turning her head from left to right to see if they were around until she heard several male voices up ahead. Marlene was behind her in a flash, coming with her silently, whilst Alice and Lily stood at the end of the aisle beckoning them to come back as they carried their hurriedly gathered belongings in their arms.

‘Dais!’ Lily said in a hushed whisper but Daisy didn’t turn around. Instead, she stood flat against the end of the shelf and listened. They were in the last row of bookshelves, the row that backed onto the restricted section and as she peeked around she could see them gathered around a dusty old book. Snape was sitting down, thumbing through it as he pointed out certain elements as McNair, Crouch and Regulus stood behind him speaking to him in hushed whispers.

‘What if we double the ingredients?’ McNair said, ‘that’ll make it happen quicker right?’ ‘It doesn’t work like that,’ Snape said with an air of derision. ‘A month is a long time,’ Regulus said. ‘A month longer than any of those Mudbloods deserve,’ Crouch said. Daisy watched as Snape’s face flickered with unsureness before returning to a neutral expression. ‘I can’t make the potion work any quicker,’ he said, ‘it’s just going to have to be next month.’ ‘Unless we think of something else,’ McNair said. ‘Yeah well you’ve not been very able in that department have you,’ Snape said coolly. It was clear the other boy was irritating him though Daisy didn’t know why. She couldn’t piece together what they were planning. Crouch turned towards McNair and spoke, putting his back to her which made her unable to hear what they were saying. She moved an inch trying to hear more but as she did she knocked a book that had been perched on the edge of the desk off making it clatter onto the floor. Within a nanosecond she and Marlene moved out of the way and down a couple of rows, loitering as if they were looking for something, as the boys appeared at the end of the aisle.

They didn’t look up not until Barty Crouch was standing before them, his three friends behind him watching Daisy carefully. ‘Don’t they teach Mudbloods any manners?’ Crouch asked with a sneer as he looked down at Daisy. Daisy straightened up, putting the book she had been pretending to read down as she turned to face the blond-haired boy and folded her arms across her chest. ‘Excuse me?’ she said. ‘Are you going to pretend you weren’t spying on us?’ he asked. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Daisy said, ‘me and Mar have been revising.’ ‘Right,’ Snape scoffed. ‘Funnily enough Snivellus some of us do have friends to hang around and study with,’ Marlene said standing up straighter as if providing some solidarity with her friend. ‘I was laughing at the idea of you to doing some school work,’ he said snidely. ‘Weren’t you?’ Daisy said making his black beady eyes fall on her, ‘or were you doing something extracurricular? I mean I’m sure we’d all love to know.’ ‘I bet,’ Regulus said, ‘though I thought the only extracurriculars you were interested in involved my brother sticking his tongue down your throat.’ ‘Funny,’ Marlene said, eyeing Regulus from head to toe with disgust. ‘It was one of yours as well right?’ Regulus replied with a smarmy smile, ‘well until he dumped you.’ ‘Either way, your brother has very little taste,’ Barty sneered. ‘Well there’s a black sheep in every family,’ Regulus said. ‘Yeah, yeah, well we never claimed to be as important as you,’ Daisy said blowing past whatever digs they were making about Sirius, her and Marlene, ‘so how about you tell us just how clever you are huh? Share with the class what clever boys you are to have cooked up whatever it is you’re thinking of.’ ‘Oh, you’ll know,’ Barty said with a cruel smile, ‘soon enough.’

And without another word the four of them strode past Daisy and Marlene down the aisle, shoving past Alice and Lily as they got to the end. Once they were out of sight Lily and Alice rushed to them, appearing at their side immediately bringing with them a series of rapid-fire questions Daisy couldn’t keep up with. ‘What did they say?’ Lily asked, ‘I couldn’t hear everything.’ ‘Did you see what they were looking at?’ Alice followed. ‘Is it bad? Do you think we should get the boys?’ Lily said nervously. ‘Did you see the name of the book?’ Marlene asked. Daisy shook her head. ‘What about McGonagall?’ Lily continued looking frightened. Daisy sighed and shook her head. ‘No teachers,’ she said. ‘Dais this is serious!’ Lily chastised. ‘Exactly! And we’ve got half a tale,’ Daisy said resting back against a bookshelf, ‘look if we go to McGonagall now what are we going to say?’ ‘That those boys are up to something! Something dangerous!’ Lily said shrilly. ‘And what are they up to Lil?’ Daisy asked, ‘do you know?’ ‘Well…' Lily started looking at her friends for help. Marlene shrugged and Alice bit her lip. ‘Exactly. Whatever they’re planning isn’t good but I heard enough. Whatever they’re planning takes time and they’ve not even started yet,’ Daisy explained. ‘So what we wait for them to be ready to do whatever it is?’ Lily scoffed. ‘No,’ Daisy said, ‘I’m just saying I heard them mention it takes a month. In that time we can dig around and try and find out exactly what they’re up to.’ ‘Like they’re going to let us near them now,’ Alice said. ‘We’ll find a way. Once we tell the boys we can have a proper think,’ Daisy said reassuringly. Lily continued to watch her nervously. ‘And then what? Go in all guns blazing? Get yourself hurt like however many times before?!’ her sister said. Daisy’s heart clenched in her chest. Genuine worry was splattered all across her sister’s features, the same type of look she had only seen once before when Daisy had been injured in the shrieking shack.

‘No,’ Daisy said calmly, ‘once we’ve got enough proof we’ll go to McGonagall. Bloody hell even Dumbledore if we have to.’ ‘I don’t see why not now,’ Lily said. ‘Because what are we going to say? Oh by the way I think these slimy gits are up to something? That’ll never fly. She’ll either ignore it because we’ve no proof or ignore it because we’ve had issues with them before. The teachers aren’t ready to listen yet. They’re too afraid of causing mass panic,’ Daisy said. ‘I think we should panic about this,’ Alice said. ‘Me too,’ Lily said. ‘We are,’ Daisy said, ‘but panicking and being rash are two different things. Please can we just give it a minute? Then if it fails we’ll do it your way.’ ‘And if someone gets hurt?’ Lily asked. ‘We’re not going to let it get that far,’ Daisy said trying to convey the severity on her face. She looked at each of the girls waiting for them to answer her. Alice nodded meekly followed by Marlene who said, ‘and if it does then I think we’ve got another twenty students amped for a fight right?’ ‘Right,’ Daisy smiled before looking at her twin once more. Lily still seemed nervous and was chewing on her lip as if she was trying to chew it off. When she caught Daisy staring at her she sighed and then nodded, ‘fine. But you’re only having three weeks. Then we’re telling McGonagall.’ ‘Deal.’

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Daisy was quiet when she slipped up the boy's staircase. After the encounter in the library, they had come back to the common room to find it deserted. The boys were down at the Quidditch pitch so they had some time to kill before they could share their new revelation. Lily had insisted on continuing to revise, in order to help her clear her mind, though the common room was a lot noisier and there were too many distractions for Daisy to handle. Eventually, she told them she was headed to bed though it wasn’t too late. Lily had looked a little miffed that her twin was leaving her but she had nodded in agreement and watched Daisy disappear towards the dormitories. Daisy didn’t go to her own room though. Instead, she crept quietly up into the boy's dorm room and slipped inside.

Since she no longer lived with them it had been a while since she had been inside though it looked the same as always. James’ belongings were strewn around his bed and table until they reached a distinct line where Remus’ quarter of the room began. His things were arranged neatly and tidied away, and his bed was made instead of looking like it was freshly slept in. Peter’s stuff was closest to the door though it looked tidy she knew everything had been pushed into places it couldn’t be seen. As she moseyed through the room she looked at Sirius’ space. It wasn’t extravagantly neat like Remus’ or a warzone like James's but instead a distinct mix of the two. The walls around his bed boasted posters of muggle rock bands and a football team Daisy was sure he’d never seen play. She moved to sit on his bed looking at his bedside table which held a couple of books, a small lamp, and then a picture she hadn’t seen before. It was of him and the boys. She didn’t know who had taken it but they looked distinctly younger, fresh-faced and mischievous. They were sitting somewhere on school grounds, their uniforms slackened as if it was the end of the day or even the end of term.

Sadness flooded through her. That’s what life should be like. They should be carefree and unbothered. They should be able to take pictures with their friends at school. They shouldn’t have to worry about attacks on the outside or fighting with their own classmates. It wasn’t fair. As Daisy thought about that she started to spiral. For the most part of the last few days she’d been putting on a brave face so her sister wouldn’t fall apart. She’d been acting like she knew what she was doing when she was just as clueless as the rest of them. That was why she’d come to Sirius’ room and not her own. She wanted to see him. She wanted him to tell her everything was going to be alright and that they were going to win whatever was coming. She wanted comfort. And that’s what he was to her. For a moment she pitied Marlene because at that moment she realised that her friend had never seen the side of her boyfriend that she had. The one that was always there no matter what.

Once the tears stopped flowing she wiped her face on the corner of her shirt and sighed. Sirius still hadn’t appeared but the thought of heading back to her own room and actually going to bed didn’t seem too appealing. Instead, she fished about in his drawers for something to wear. She found a band t-shirt and slipped it on quickly before realising that he didn’t have anything else that would suffice. Not wanting to nosy through her friend's wardrobes she quickly slipped off her pants and threw them on the back of a chair before she climbed into his bed. She could still smell him on the pillow, a woodsy sweet scent that made her smile. She lay there for a moment thinking of him before she closed her eyes and fell into a slight slumber.

Her attention was caught though when she heard a bang that made her eyes fly open as she found Sirius entering the room. He looked cold to the touch, his ears, nose and cheeks tinged with pink and his hair dampened from the rain. He only seemed to notice she was there after a minute.

‘Dais?’ he said coming towards her and dumping his jacket on the floor by the bed. Daisy smiled and pushed up off the bed until she was sitting, allowing him to sit beside her and place a chaste and cold kiss on her lips. ‘You’re freezing,’ she shivered pulling back. ‘Yeah because I’ve been shivering my bollocks off watching James try and perfect a new tactic,’ he said with a smile, ‘not lying in my bed. Speaking of why are you in my bed?’ ‘Sirius Black are you telling me you don’t want me in your bed?’ she asked with a smirk pushing herself up further, ‘because I’ll gladly go.’ ‘No, no, don’t bother,’ Sirius said grabbing her arm as she attempted to climb out over the bedclothes, ‘I’m very happy you are.’ ‘Good to know,’ she said. ‘But I know if you are lying in my bed instead of sitting downstairs with everyone something’s the matter. So spill,’ he said watching her expectantly.

‘Something happened,’ she said, ‘in the library.’ ‘I thought Lily seemed upset,’ he frowned, ‘she said she was waiting for James and the others though.’ ‘Well they need to know too but I’m sure someone will fill them in,’ Daisy said biting her lip. ‘Okay so is this just general panic stuff or do I need to be working on my alibi for McGonagall for when I do something I shouldn’t to whoever's upset you,’ Sirius joked though there was an edge of seriousness to it that Daisy didn’t miss. ‘It was Regulus,’ she said. ‘What’s he done now?’ Sirius said through gritted teeth. ‘Nothing yet,’ Daisy said, ‘well it’s not just him. The others were there too.’ ‘Others?’ Sirius asked. ‘Crouch, McNair…Snape,’ Daisy said. Sirius exhaled tightly through his nose and shook his head. ‘Nice to know Snivellys found friends to fall back on eh?’ he said, ‘so what did they do.’ ‘Lily overheard them talking. About something they're going to do. Now she didn’t hear much but she said it sounded like something about an attack. So I went to listen in,’ Daisy said looking at him unsure before she added, ‘and they caught me.’ ‘They caught you eavesdropping? Dais, are you trying to put a target on yourself?’ he sighed pulling his hand off her knee from where it had been resting so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. ‘I didn’t mean to get caught! Besides they don’t even have any real proof I was listening in they didn’t catch me red-handed,’ Daisy protested. ‘So then what happened?’ ‘They wasted no time in boasting about how ‘we’ll know soon enough’ about whatever it is they’re planning,’ she said. ‘And what are they planning?’ Sirius asked. ‘I don’t know that yet. I couldn’t hear well enough-‘ ‘So you risked yourself for no information?!’ Sirius baulked, ‘Dais-‘ ‘Well, what was I supposed to do? Ignore it and pretend like they're not up to something?!’ she snapped. Sirius frowned and placed his hand back on her blanket-covered thigh as she continued, ‘and anyway what I did hear was enough for now. They’re plotting something that takes a month. We’ve got a month to figure out whatever it is and let Dumbledore know.’ ‘Right. Well at least that’s something,’ Sirius sighed. ‘Or am I not allowed to help with that either?’ Daisy said coolly making Sirius sigh. ‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘they just make me nervous that’s all.’ ‘I know but whether we get involved or not they're going to be doing whatever it is. I’d rather fight it than let something happen that we could’ve stopped.’ ‘I get that,’ Sirius said, ‘just promise me next time you’ll do it with a little more forethought?’ ‘Like you and James never go in all guns blazing,’ she smirked. ‘Exactly,’ he said pushing a strand of hair off her face, ‘can’t have two nutters in this relationship.’ ‘So I’m your level head?’ she said, ‘somehow I don’t think that’s possible.’ ‘Maybe we’ll just have to be each other’s,’ Sirius smiled. Daisy nodded and leaned in to kiss him deeply. He received it well and deepened it until they were making out and then he was pushing her back onto the bed and climbing under the covers himself.

As his hand ghosted down her body he shivered when he noticed that where he expected pants to be was just her bare skin. He could feel his jeans becoming tighter, more so as she rolled him onto his back and leaned down to kiss him. His hands skimmed around her hips, his thumbs ghosting along her stomach as he held her steady. He could feel himself getting excited even more so as she shifted her hips against him causing his jeans to create the friction he longed for but before he could move any further she pulled back, placing her hands on his chest. She smirked at him as she looked down at him. His lips were puffy from kissing her and his wet hair splayed across the pillow haphazardly.

‘You know me and Marlene had a good talk tonight,’ Daisy said. ‘Oh yeah?’ Sirius said though at that moment he couldn’t care less about whatever the pair of them had been talking about. As he went to continue kissing her though she pushed him back down. ‘About you actually,’ she said. ‘Oh,’ Sirius said his excitement fading away. This was not where he longed for his night to be headed and Daisy had a twinkle in her eye that she was up to something. ‘She had a lot to say about you,’ she said, ‘I mean it wasn’t all complimentary.’ ‘Dais,’ he grumbled. ‘She said you lied to me,’ Daisy said. Sirius’ eyes went wide, ‘lied about what?’ ‘When you spent Christmas with me in the castle. She said you were meant to be going home,’ Daisy said. ‘I was. I changed my mind,’ Sirius said nonchalantly. ‘When?’ Daisy asked. ‘When what?’ Sirius asked, gripping her hip a little tighter and sweeping his thumb over her skin again hoping the new line of goosebumps he had created would be enough to put her back to his way of thinking. ‘When did you change your mind?’ Daisy said simply her finger trailing along his chin, ‘and don’t tell any porkies.’ ‘When you said you couldn’t go home,’ Sirius said simply. ‘Why?’ Daisy asked. ‘Why do you think?’ Sirius asked looking at her as if it were obvious. ‘Weren’t you with Marlene?’ she asked. In the same way she had never discussed this part of their past with her best friend, she had also never broached the subject with Sirius. ‘No,’ he said, ‘well, not after that…I split up with her the morning after.’ ‘That’s a bit mean,’ Daisy said making Sirius laugh. ‘What would you rather I do stay with her and be in love with you?’ Sirius asked making her pout. She supposed he had a point. Neither of them wanted to hurt Marlene but in his actions he had. Just dropping her on a whim like that was a little callous. And though she loved him entirely he couldn’t help but think that non-love-struck Daisy, Marlene’s best friend, wouldn’t have taken that fact so lightly. So, she decided to change tact and avenge her friend.

‘She said you didn’t care about her the way you care about me,’ Daisy said, ‘is that true?’ ‘Of course, it's true. I mean I liked her and all but Daisy I love you,’ he said. ‘You care a lot about me huh Sirius?’ she said grinding her hips down on him making him groan, ‘I can feel that you do.’ ‘Dais,’ he grumbled, ‘come on you’re not being fair-‘ ‘No I’m not,’ she giggled and after a quick kiss on his nose she clambered off him and skipped towards the bathroom. ‘Dais! Daisy come back here!’ he shouted, ‘what are you doing!?’ ‘Avenging a friend!’ Daisy giggled before she disappeared into the bathroom and behind the now-closed door. Just as she did the door swung open and James entered.

‘What are you doing in bed like that?’ he asked as Sirius grumbled and pushed himself so he was sitting in bed. ‘Not what I wanted,’ Sirius grumbled. James moved into the room and sat down on his bed, pulling his socks and shoes off as he looked towards Sirius and said, ‘eh?’ ‘Nothing,’ Sirius grumbled and though he was acutely aware of his little problem under the covers he couldn’t help but smile. Daisy had managed to take their minds off impending doom in a matter of minutes even if it was at his expense. He didn’t care though because as they say, paybacks a bitch.

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