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bonthefuckjourx · 2 months

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Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)

SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.

WARNINGS: brief mention of depression/anxiety

WORD COUNT: 3100k+

A/N: Hello everyone! I haven't posted around tumblr all that much, but I hope this gets some traction as there isn't much Lucifer fanfiction to begin with. I love writing fantasy stories intermeshed with romance and Hazbin Hotel was a perfect world for this.

And yes, eventually there will be smut. I suppose you'll have to stick around and find out~

(Also, I hope you all know the Reputation album by Taylor Swift is fueling this ^-^)

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Chapter One: ...Ready For It?

One day you were in school studying for the next exam and then you were spawned into a hellscape like no other. The literal hell. You never were religious, and it always seemed more like a fear-mongering cult to you. Apparently even though you didn’t do anything evil or inherently bad you still went to hell. Gunshots fired off into the distance making you drop to the ground. They were loud and scared you to no end. Shakily you stood up, started to run. You didn’t know where you were going, only that you didn’t want to die, not again. Eventually you ran out of strength and wandered inside a hotel-like building before collapsing on the ground.

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“Don’t just stand there Vaggie, come help me! It’s okay we have you now.”

With closed eyes you made out an alarmed high-pitched voice. It sounded like warmth and trust. You didn’t have the strength to open your eyes. Arms lifted you up and after some time you landed in a warm bed. You drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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As your eyes fluttered open you were met with one beady red eye.

“Nifty would ya give her some space?”

This so-called nifty jumped off your bed and landed on the floor next to you.

“Hi, I’m Charlie. You collapsed on the floor of my hotel and so we took you up to a room. And yes, you can stay as long as you would like.”

A hand was extended out for you to take and with a shaky arm you took it. The demon was pale with two red dots on her face that looked a bit like blush. She wore a suit like attire and seemed to be the one in charge. As you looked around you noticed a snake-like demon who said his name was Sir Pentious, a cat-like demon whose named Husk, and a spider-like demon whose named Angel Dust. The last demon sent chills down your spine with his unnerving smile, his name was the Radio Demon or Alastor. You hoped you never had to be in a room alone with him.

“Uh thank you all for helping me. It’s my first day in hell and it’s a lot. I didn’t know where to go so I just kept running and running and it was so loud and violent and-“You started to look around frantically hyperventilating a little. This was all too much.

“Hey it’s okay. This is supposed to be a safe place. You don’t have to go out there anymore if you don’t want to.” You looked at Charlie reassurance in her eyes.

“It’s called the Hazbin Hotel! We rehabilitate sinners so that they hopefully one day can go to Heaven. As you know my name is Charlie. I’m also the Princess of Hell and I really want to be able to save my people from this life.”

She looked solemn, but determined and in that moment, you had no doubt of what she would accomplish. You sat up and pulled Charlie in for a hug. Even though she was born in hell, she was much kinder than any soul you met on earth.

“Thank you, Charlie.”

You pulled away from the hug and noticed a tearful look in her eyes even though she was smiling.

“I’ll be honest I’m not quite sure why I’m here. It’s not like I did anything super evil, I just kind of lived an average life.”

“You didn’t kill anyone?” The radio demon mentioned from the corner.

“What! No? What is wrong with you?”

“What about prostitution? Apparently, the big guy hates it when you whore yourself out like that,” Angel Dust mentioned with a shrug.

“I was a poor college student, but I didn’t turn to that. I just had to take out an insane amount of loans.”

“Gambling, or suicide? I lost everything and well there wasn’t much place left in the mortal realm for me. The easy way out is an easy way into hell,” said Husk who stood next to Angel Dust.

“Nope neither. I don’t really think I had a reason other than not believing in God. I mean I can see now that demons are real, but why would I believe in a God that doesn’t care? His rules are horrible, you can’t be gay, or just enjoy yourself with another person. I lived my life by my morals, not someone else’s.”

You crossed your arms hoping the others would get the hint. You just wanted to be alone right now. Your life was cut short, and for what?

“I’m sorry y/n, but we can figure something out. Just give me some time, I promise.”

Charlie held out her pinkie and reluctantly you agreed.

“We’ll give you some time alone then.”

With that Charlie turned to leave and the rest followed her. After the door shut you curled up under the covers and wondered if life would ever be better. This whole heaven and hell thing made your head hurt. You never had much luck in life why would this be any different?

A few weeks passed and although your death was still fresh in your mind you started to feel a little bit better. You and Charlie talked and set out on a plan to help rehabilitate you. She said you really didn’t need much help, but rather she had the hard task of trying to convince Heaven you should be up there with them. You both talked every day, and it helped take some of the edge off your anxiety. That and you always seemed to have company when you wanted it at the hotel. Angel Dust made you laugh and was always up for a drinking game of some sorts. Husk was always there if you needed to talk or rant about your previously human life. Sir Pentious was a bit peculiar, but over time you warmed up to him too. You didn’t talk to Vaggie much as she always seemed a bit distant. Everything she did was for Charlie, and she didn’t exactly make friends with other people and tended to only light up if Charlie was in the room. Thankfully you both silently agreed not to talk much. In the evenings you all would curl up around the fireplace and share stories or play games. Charlie loved to play human games like Never Have I Ever or Twenty Questions. She claimed they helped build trust.

One morning while you and Charlie were having your daily talk, she mentioned that her dad would be over later that day. She was going to show him the hotel so that hopefully he could set her up an audience with Heaven. She could finally mention the souls, like you, here that could be rehabilitated. You were ecstatic that she could finally move forward with her plan but scared to meet someone new. Not only that, but this was Charlie’s dad Lucifer. The Lucifer, like the biblical fallen angel that probably has some awesome, but frightening powers. The anxiety was eating you up and you could tell Charlie wasn’t much better. She mentioned she hadn’t seen him in a few years, and you wondered how hard that must be on her.

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“Everyone gather around! He should be here any minute,” Charlie yelled out to us, clapping to have our attention. I stood next to Angel Dust as we gathered around her near the front entrance. He always made me feel a little safer.

“Charlie, so good to see you!”

The door swung open and in came the most eccentric man I ever saw. He was almost bouncing around the room, hugging Charlie, then seeing Razzle and Dazzle, and finally stopped when he noticed the rest of us. You couldn’t move your gaze as you realized he was staring straight into your eyes. The moment was fleeting as Charlie grabbed his attention.

“Dad, hi. This is my hotel, and these are the inhabitants. Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, and y/n.”

When Charlie mentioned your name Lucifer met your gaze again. It was electrifying and made you blush to no end. He looked away giving Charlie his full attention once again. Suddenly Alastor appeared right next to her.

“And I am the hotelier. Pleased to meet you, the name’s Alastor.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened as Alastor put his arm around Charlie, his smile growing ever bigger. You swore a small growl came out of Lucifer’s mouth.

“Hot,” Angel Dust whispered near your ear, and you did your best not to give out a small laugh.

“Charlie, you need to stay away from this demon.”

“Dad, I trust him. He’s been nothing but helpful. Once you see the hotel, I know you’ll have a change of heart.”

Soon Charlie was leading her father around the hotel with Alastor on her right-hand side. Lucifer was less than happy to see his daughter hanging out around the Radio Demon. He didn’t trust Alastor, which you understood in a way. He was happy to meet Vaggie stating how he also like girls. He was quite awkward, but adorable in a way.

Next thing you know Alastor and Lucifer were arguing again. Music playing randomly and seemingly out of nowhere.

“Yea don’t ask me why, but sometimes they break out into song.” Angel Dust leaned in towards you to comment shrugging his shoulders.

A small laugh escaped as you took your time eyeing Lucifer up. Soon enough he was singing, his voice mesmerizing. His inflections and body language all showed off how prideful and confident he was. You supposed that’s why he’s called the sin of pride. There was something so sweet about how much he wanted to help his daughter, and attractive too. You never were able to have a family on Earth, but you wouldn’t mind having his babies.

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After the little sing off between Alastor and Lucifer, Charlie talked to her dad about the audience with Heaven. He decided to help her, and you could tell their relationship healed a little. You decided to leave them to it and left to go up toward your room. The elevator dinged at your level, and you walked out. The balcony at the end of the hall caught your attention as its glass doors were open. A breeze blew in and you relished the fresh air. As you reached toward the doorway you hesitated, bringing your hand back. Your heartrate picked up, pounding in your ears. You were going to turn around and run into your room, your safe place. Then you heard someone approach from behind you, making you quickly turn away from the glass doors.

“Beautiful day out, isn’t it?” Lucifer mentioned as he moved towards you.

“I suppose if you could call hell beautiful.”

“Some might, though I suppose we aren’t apart of that group. What are you doing over here?” He motioned toward the opened doors near me.

“I was going to see what the view was like, but I backed out.” You looked away from him, not being able to look him in his eyes. He stopped walking when he was right in from of you and grabbed your chin guiding you to look at him. In his eyes you could see concern and empathy.

“I know all too well what it’s like to be limited by your own mind. Not that we have a physiatrist in hell, but depression has had me for a long time.” He gave a small sympathetic smile. A small blush crossed your face being so close to him. Your heart melted a little at the kindness he showed you.

“Yea well, I just get anxious about going outside. I thought maybe I could try, but it was a stupid idea. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.” He let go of your face and walked around you towards the balcony.

“I know it’s not my place, but I could help you. Not to be boastful, but you are in the presence of the most powerful demon in hell. You would be safe with me.”

With that he held out his hand, willing you to take it. In that light he looked angelic even waiting for your hand, a genuine smile across his face as the outside wind gently rustled his hair. For once in your life, you wish you could just take that leap. If only…

…and then you did.

He pulled you in close against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat as he told you to wrap your arms around his neck. As soon as you did, he leapt off the side of the balcony over the railing. You closed your eyes and screamed as you both fell into a freefall. He wrapped his wings around you until they flapped open, allowing him to gain air. You kept your eyes closed the entire time, clinging to his neck and burying your face there. He chuckled to himself committing to memory this moment, feeling whole again. After about 10 minutes you both landed on solid ground. You didn’t dare let go, but he understood what you needed. Lucifer cradled you in his arms as he walked indoors.

“Here you go, you can open your eyes now.”

As you looked around you realized you were in an observatory-like room. It had high windows on all sides that looked out at Sin City. You didn’t realize until now how hard you were gripping him and embarrassingly tore yourself away from him.

“Sorry… Where are we?”

“Don’t be sorry for being yourself. It was cute.” You blushed and looked down at the floor, but quickly returned your eyes to him.

“It’s my study of sorts. I like to come up here to think or waste the day away. I used to invent so many beautiful things, but I’ve been uninspired for quite some time.”

You walked around taking in the view then turned back to look at him.

“Maybe you just need someone to inspire you.”

“Why are you willing?” He looked at you with a smirk on his face, almost implying something more.

“Sure, why not. Maybe you could help me get over my fears in return. I mean look at what you have already done for me today. I hadn’t left that hotel since I arrived.”

“Sounds like a plan, do we have a deal?” He walked toward you, willing you to take his hand again.

“What and make a deal with the devil?”

He pulled his hand away and for a second you swore you noticed hurt flash across his face. Quickly he hid it, behind a devilish smile and you decided then you’d never make him feel that way ever again.

“It doesn’t have to be, more so a saying then anything.”

You stepped forward taking his hand in yours. He lifted his head up to look into your eyes, his face slightly flushed.

“No, I want it to be, Lucifer. Let’s make a deal, to be there for each other until we can beat this. “

He nodded his head, smiling with loving eyes, tears forming in them. With that he placed his other hand over yours and spoke. His eyes turned red, horns sprouted, and he looked possessed. Just as fast as it started, it ended. In the end you were left with a pentagram tattoo on your right hand. It was beautiful, but soon it faded leaving just an indent of it behind.

“I enchanted it so that others cannot see it, however you can feel it. It will be binding until we fulfill the deal. I don’t own your soul or anything, but it acts like a bond between us. It will also let you teleport, put your hand over it and think of where you want to go. It’ll let me know where you’re going, but don’t worry I won’t pry.” Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as for once you felt like you could finally take a breath. You felt much safer knowing Lucifer was a thought away.

After that you two kept each other company and every now and then he would show you something he made. His magic was gorgeous and made your heart soar, you’ve never seen anything like it. As the night dragged on you mentioned you should probably head back so that the other’s wouldn’t worry.

“Remember just touch the pentagram with your hand and think of where you want to go.”

As you did you thought of your warm bed and the pentagram flashed to life. Then you felt something. The bond between you two tightened and you felt him. His magic pulsed through him as if it was alive and in front of you a portal appeared. The bond closed then for you. It only stays opens when he uses his magic, but as you stared into Lucifer’s eyes you felt emotions overpower you. Thoughts of safe and warm and love flowed through your head. Lucifer looked confused and scared for a second before becoming his confident self again. You said your goodnights as you fled through the portal to your bed.

Lucifer’s POV

He watched as y/n touched her hand waiting for his magic. He hadn’t made many deals in his life, but he knew enough to know what to expect. There would be a bond in place caused from his magic and that would be used to make portals.

His eyes wandered y/n’s body taking a second to indulge. Quickly he reverted to her eyes as she looked back at him. He wondered when their short friendship turned into more, or if it simply always was. She made him feel safe and warm and loved. At that moment a small tendril of magic snapped into place. He stepped back afraid of the woman in front of him, before realizing how much he was showing with his face. After recomposing himself he bid her goodnight and she left with a sleepy smile on her face.

As the portal closed, he fell to his knees, wondering why fate would be so cruel. After thousands of years, trying to find something to inspire him and be his light. After all the fights with Lilith and trying to raise Charlie simply because he thought Lilith was it. With the palm of his hand, he wiped the tears away as he sobbed looking though the skylight at the darkness above. She wasn’t an archangel or a seraphim, or even an angel at all. All this torture and pain was for her.

His mate…

No, his salvation.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #reader x character #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #lucifer x you #angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust #nifty hazbin hotel

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slimeylee · 1 month

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i have more food for huskerdust tk enjoyers :3

req from thisss post

lee ! husker ( they / them ) , ler ! angel dust ( any . he / they in this fic)

Angel lay on their bed , cuddled up with Fat Nuggets after a long day of work . He passed by Husk and the bar on his way to his room , and Husk was no less nerve-wracked . Angel yawned , about to close their eyes . But before he could do that , he heard his bedroom door creak open .

To say Husk has been jittery recently is an understatement . Since a few days ago they had been jumping at the sound of their name being called , someone walking up to them at the bar , or even the slightest touch on their shoulder . Nobody in the hotel really seemed to have noticed , but Angel did . He thought it was weird how jumpy Husk was being , but he figured if they wanted to talk to someone about it that they would do so in their own time frame .

" Angel ... ? " Husk whispered . " Can I come in ? " The cat demon asked , opening the door all the way . " Sure, Whiskers , what's up ? " Angel sat up on their bed , making a hand gesture telling Husk to come over to them and sit down .

" It's nothin' , I just , uh .. " Husk started , sitting down on Angel's bed and rubbing the back of their neck . Immediately , Angel knew Husk went in there because of their issue .

" Babycakes ... I can see how tense ya are , babe . I might be a loser , but I ain't no dumbass . " Angel said . " Ya want a massage to get what happened off your mind , sweetheart ? " The spider offered , holding out one of his hands .

Husk walked over slowly and took Angel's hand shakily . " Y - yeah , that .. sounds nice , " Husk nodded , and they readjusted themself to sit infront of Angel on his bed . Angel immediately started , gently massaging into Husk's shoulders with his fingers . They started off slow and soft . " This okay ? "

" N'aww , does the kitty cat like this ? " Angel teased with a smirk , poking Husk's neck gently . Husk responded with a flinch , tilting their head to the side .

Husk noicably jumped at the first touch , but they got used to it immediately as they sighed and tried to relax . Knowing it was Angel made them feel a lot better . " Yeah ... " He nodded softly . They leaned into the sensations , scrunching up their shoulders a bit as his fingers massaged them .

Angel stopped his massage for a moment , before poking the same spot . " Aangel , " Husk huffed out , a small grin crept onto their lips . " D'aww , is somewone ticklish ? " Angel smirked , teasing in a baby voice . He continued massaging Husk's shoulders . They didn't want to go onto that category without permission .

" Angel .. " Husk mumbled . " What's up , Whiskers ? " Angel asked , seemingly oblivious to Husk's wants . But obviously , he knew what they wanted to say .

Husk stuttered a bit , before holding out a long " uhhhh.. " . Angel snickered . " Oh you cutie , of course I can tickle ya , baby ! " Angel grinned . Husk bit their lip , their face flushing at the fact Angel knew right away .

They started off slow , their second set of arms started to gently spider over Husk's sides . Husk jumped , and immediately they began to let out low chuckles at the sensations .

" Ahahangel , " They put a paw over their mouth , but Angel grabbed it with one of his hands . " Nuh - uh - uh ! No mufflin' those adorable giggles , Husky ~ " Angel purred , their fingers dancing over the cat demon's sides . " I think this is the perfect opportunity to release some o' that tension in ya body , baby . " Angel hummed with a smirk .

Husk giggled deeply at the sensations on their sides , gasping as the evil spidering fingers moved forward to their belly . They snickered , bouncing up with laughter . " Ahahangehel ! Nohohot thehehere ! " Husk whined . " What's the matter , Whiskers ? I thought kitties liked belly rubs , huh ? " Angel teased .

" Thahat's dogs , you fuhuckin' -- AHAngel ! " Husk jumped with a louder laugh as Angel blew a quick raspberry on their neck . " Awee , Husky ~ You are the sweetest thing , " Angel skittered his fingers over the cat's belly , trailing back to their sides .

" Ahalright ! Thahat's enohough ! Quihihit it ! " Husk chuckled out , swatting gently at Angel's hands . Angel smirked , and with a nod he scribbled over one of Husk's paws before stopping his attack .

Husk huffed softly , melting into Angel's arms . " Thanks , man ... " Husk smiled softly . " No problem , baby ! " Angel exclaimed , as the two of them leaned back and lay down on Angel's bed . They almost immediately drifted off into a sleep .

Husk had completely forgotten why they went into Angel's room in the first place . That was the best thing about their trust , and love . All their problems wash away when they're around one another .

#slimey-fics #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!husker #ler!angeldust

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venomousray · 11 months

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oh ray, ray, where art thou aran ryan headcanons

OHOHO YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME!

1. Aran Ryan is my husband… okay jokes aside here are some *REAL* headcanons

1. Aran Ryan loves fluffy blankets. He likes it when it’s freezing outside so he can wrap himself in multiple of them.

2. He has a great friendship with piston hondo despite them never being seen together in public outside of the ring.

3. His favourite movie franchise is the evil dead franchise. Because he finds it hilarious whenever someone gets killed off.

4. He cheered when mr sandman took the champions belt title before mac came around because it meant Super macho man didn’t get the title

5. Aran has done drag before. Multiple times actually.

6. He is absolutely terrified of spiders. Not any other bugs. Just the tiny house spiders. Not even the large ones.

7. He enjoys when the crowd boos him, because it just boosts his ego.

8. He likes to jump out on glass joe in the streets at random moments.

9. He has done boxing before with several broken bones.

10. He owns two black cats. Both of which are extremely aggressive towards everyone BESIDES him and piston hondo

11. He is taking every other boxer to see the barbie movie.

12. He absolutely adores the postal franchise (accept for postal 3)

That enough for you?

#punch out #aran ryan #punch out wii #super punch out #punchout arcade #headcanons #punchout headcanons

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reddevil-xiv · 1 year

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Character Summary: Talia/Talan

Alias/nicknames. Redwing, Firecracker, Devil. Princess (mockingly: most, lovingly: Caedh). Lady/Lord Twilight of the Court of Night.

Gender. Fluid. (She/He/They)

Age. 35; 26th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon (Nov 26th)

Zodiac. Sagittarius (Nophica)

Abilities + talents. A machinist, tinkerer, and toymaker. Extensive training as a gunner and as a sniper. Capable of using any gun put in their hands with great efficiency and accuracy. Has some training in dragoon style jumps and exceptionally good at parkour. Trained at fencing, and has some skill with fire, lightning and ice magics. Still growing proficiency with tangible illusions. Has some modest experience with a bass guitar and the violin. Some skill with blacksmithing and shaping of metal in craftsmanship and use of firearms and intricate mechanical devices.

Alignment. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion. They don't have a particular faith among the Twelve, even as a form of lip service. Much more recently, they've fallen into the older, paganistic practices of the Fae.

Sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages. Fluent in common Eorzean, Hingan & Fae. Conversational-to-semi-fluent in Gelmorran & Old/Elder Ishgardian. Smatterings of other languages, including sign languages.

Family. Darien Sergenaux (twin brother), Caedrien Balethorn/Sinnan of the Night (spouse), Idristan Agache (spouse), Alekto (son), Megaera (daughter), Tisiphon (son). Other family lines are messy and unconfirmed. Found family in Sw'inwa Raen (and honestly a lot of Priarch).

Friends. Makes friends easily and loves her friends deeply. Numerous friendships among the members of Priarch. Most notable mentions are Silvaineaux, Kuni and Edarien. Everyone else falls into the lines of friendship in varying degrees.

Sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

Libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black

Eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (violet)

Skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height. 6′1″ / 6'6"

Scars. They have a scar in the unique shape of a fractal star over their heart. This is the only marking that now maintains across any and every body they possess, no matter what their shape.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow gun || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Flesh - Simon Curtis

Can You Feel My Heart - Ai Mori & Halocene

The In-Between - In This Moment

Tagged by: @houserosaire

Tagging: everyone's already been tagged. Tag me if you do this, I wanna read!

#[ Bathed in Twilight ]#[ Talia / Talan ]

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hobiefan · 9 months

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EVIL OR NOT PT FOUR . the song to listen to for this is link up on Spotify 😁😁😁

The next thing you knew your sisters were snapping a pic giggling like children and they were well over children’s age. You immediately got up and snuck into your sisters room taking their phone and deleting the picture. We’re not a thing you said sassily. Yes you are you and him are so cuuute! You rolled your eyes and left out her room tossing the phone. So who was that you heard from a corner. Good morning sleepy head. You teased laughing at hobies messy hair. It was ….. cute you would admit to your self but never to him. Like ever…… you thought. As soon as he got his stuff you got your suit for the morning it was a cropped shirt and pants/shoes. You grabbed his arm and jumped out the window into an alley where there. We’re 7 other motorcycles they were your sisters they were also in the stealing business you gave him a spare helmet and he grabbed your waist he prefers swinging but you were insistent. You drove him to his new home and dropped him off. Hey uh “Kara” why weren’t you fighting me last night you took a moment to answer but it got clear after a second. I’m not interested in fighting just stealing the faster I steal the more I can get. You drove off tossing him the keys. Bye spidey you yelled chuckling. When you got back to your house your sisters were waiting. So what happened Ariyah asked she was one of your seven sisters. Ariyah,Adria,Leloni , Kaylen , Genesis, Tori and Chloe. Nothing literally nothing cause we’re not a thing chloe knew what happened she followed you. She dropped him off at a house and then left. But he was holding her waist the whole ride like they’re totally a thing. They made a big deal of everything. I literally hate you you didn’t really hate them but it was annoying. Shut up and get ready for our concert later, you had a female band called the figure eights and you guys were probably the most famous band in the whole world. You were putting on your make up and watching tv when it started to ran very hard. Leloni came in asking if we should still have the show. Of course just have water proof make up. Now let’s go. You were the youngest but the most on time too. When you got there it was raining but pouring with fans they were all screaming and cheering. You guys gave out hugs and said hi to some kids recorded with some people before the show.when you started singing there were fans making crowns symboling you were the queens of music. Next thing you knew there he was hobie in the crowd cheering. You were is favorite ba- group of musicians that came together to make music. You immediately started smiling while dancing. After your third song you all had a radio interview but since you couldn’t be there you told the fans to quiet down so you could hear the face time. They could see and hear your every word. When you were done you walked off the stage and greeted more fans than smiled and waved at hobie. He didn’t know you were y/n or cat woman. As you were walking kaylen pulled your high pony. Ouch what the heck Kayla. She stared at you and hobie. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. All your sisters stared. You flipped them off and the whole crowd went ooOOoOoOhhhh. You laughed and went to the Uber that was going to pick you all up. You took off your makeup and took down your hair then you heard a thump on top of your car, you took adrias police taser ,opened the sunroof turned it on and BZZZZBZZZ. You stuck your head out the roof and it was………. Spider punk ya..hoo. Hey driver make a u turn you right away. It threw hobie off the roof and put him in the grass. It was honestly kinda creepy how he was followed you. Or he was on a mission and just jumped on your car. Oh well you thought to your self. You sat back in the car and looked like you saw a ghost.

You finally sat down and just thought.

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eelmachine · 4 years

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Nexu appreciation

#yess i know he has 4 eyes but look at that mouth #this is what im all about #like the mouth is far wider than the eyes and its huge #also its like really frantic and agresive #vicious #thats what i LOVE #evil jumping spider cat moments #i loved this one movie from starwars i think this one and the one with genral grevious have always been my fav #i only care about the designs fuck starwars #liek the monsters and creatures and GENeral grevious fuck dude yes!!#all i cared about as a kid and i still do

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: When they get scared by the reader (REQUESTED)

Requested by: @_Milla_7849_

SCP 073 (Cain)

I feel like Cain normally wouldn't be scared

Like if you made him watch a horror movie, he might flinch slightly but wouldn't be terrified of it

So when you try to scare him like a prank sort of way, he would flinch a little more than usual but would recover seconds later

Like that one time when he was alone walking down the hallway looking zoned out since he was thinking of something

And you just crept up to him like the sneaky little child you are and jumped onto his back

He did get a load yelp but realised it was you

Luckily for you, Cain didn't give you a lecture like before and actually laughed with you

However, if you were kidnapped or taken hostage or used for an experiment, it would obviously frighten him and he wouldn't forgive himself

So to prevent this, he would keep you within his line of sight at all times

Anyways, as I've mentioned before, Cain would probably also give you a tight hug after your little stunt and unbeknownst to him, the researchers recorded it for a laugh

Cain did give you a lecture but forgave you since you were so young and he couldn't resist those eyes

And the researchers did give you some sweets

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Now, a warrior like Abel wouldn't be so easily frightened

Especially if it was a child, even more so if it's you since he knows you too well and has personally trained you from the age of 5

Basically, Abel would notice your movement and body language well since you're both stuck together

So you have devices a plan with your scientist friends to try and scare him

And yes, it's working

Because Abel got extremely distracted by Iris

Iris basically got yahooted into this mess and was told to wear a lingerie

Yes, you did scare him by shoving him into Iris

I wouldn't say he got a scare, but more like a surprise

Poor girl she just wanted to sleep

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster) 999 would most likely be scared the easiest out of everyone on this list

Aside from Glass

He's like a close second

Back to 999, you both were just chilling and wandering around the facility aimlessly

Because yall are boring (TBF you're both trapped in this giant mf blop of a building)

Anyways, let's just say that it was Bright and Clef who introduced you to the world of pranks and you guys thought it would be funny to scare our 999 here

Basically, yall decided to play dead and then pretend to turn into zombies with some makeup

Yes, it did work since you've managed to scare the living daylights out of 999

And he was about to have a cardiac arrest (if he even has a biological heart)

And yes, it almost ended in another breach

And 999 did give you a lecture on how to not scare people like that

He does sound like a grandpa though XD

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

I would say that scaring 682 would be difficult, but I won't since he's already terrified of that rabbit

You, along with the other researchers, thought it'll be fun to pull a prank on 682 in form of a magic trick

It's a classic rabbit in the hat trick and yes, you did pull SCP 524 out of the hat

But, little did your tiny brain know, that rabbit basically eats everything, including itself

So you just watched 524 approaches the already terrified 682 and nibble on his feet

And yes, you and the other researchers laughed hard since he crawled up the wall to get away from the rabbit (I'm now officially adopting 524 as my other pet)

Sadly, 524 didn't stay for long since another doctor needed him for a test with Josie (yes, the cat)

682 basically shouted at you for doing such a thing on him, your dad

But you ignored him anyways since you knew he never meant what he said and he wouldn't be mad at you for long

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Our bird boy here is pretty much neutral when it comes to being scared

Like, he can be quite unfazed by many things, so it's no surprise if you or any other SCPs tried to jump on him

So as part of an experiment, you and your friends had decided that you would try to play dead and see if 049 would be terrified

Well, 049 was somewhat concerned and when you carried on playing dead, he became scared since you weren't so conscious, or so he thought

Since you played dead extremely well for such a young child, he tried to see if he could fix you

And before he could do anything, you jumped up at him like Bonnie from FNAF

Yes, he looked like he jumped out of his skin and was so stunned that he just sat in the corner with his head down for an hour

You all had to check up on him and he said he was 'fine'

He wasn't

049 gave you a lecture about playing dead like that unless there's a dangerous SCP

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Now, since 035 is a mask and is very much a master manipulator and an award-winning actor/actress, you would most likely be able to take on those traits from him

When you were younger, you were eager to learn from 035, who you see as not only your best friend but also an idol, so he taught you everything he could

As you got older, you've gotten better at manipulation and acting, so much so that even 035 couldn't tell if you were just being you from time to time

So one day, you've decided to prank your dad because you were hella bored (like you always are :((( cuz yall never be productive and just sit on your flat bum all day and watch YouTube, Netflix or play games then sleep)

You basically produced a fake body of yourself and wrapped it in a black bag and sent it to 035's cell

Then, you've got one of your researcher buddies to write a note of your passing and that you do love him very much

035 did receive the message and made sure that there was a dead body in the package

He was pretty much convinced that it was you since you were able to disguise the fake body like bone and flesh

Which of course scared him to death because he was about to attack everyone on site

Luckily you got there on time to stop him which freaked him out and yes, you've gotten a lecture about being such a prankster (You got grounded for life but that didn't stop a rebellious child like you)

At least everyone at the facility has gotten a laugh about it for the next 3 months

SCP 105 (Iris)

Pranking Iris wouldn't be hard, but that doesn't mean she's fazed, but not in a sense like 049 who wouldn't get a good scare from some SCPs which could do him harm

Iris is very much a self-aware and open-minded individual who has common sense (unlike you, who don't even move out of your bed or even use your non-existent brain cells)

She's very much like every other person you'll meet on the streets who wouldn't just believe the first thing that she hears since she is very much a rational person

So, if you want to devise a plan to scare her, it'll have to blend in with everything or be quiet out there with realistic effects

You'll have to use your head to think of a good prank to scare her, which you did since you've inherited her intelligence (that's a lie because you don't have any intelligence left in you)

As her child, you have decided to prank her by making her a fake copy of her camera but instead of her being able to control objects within the photo, she would end up destroying it

You gave it to her as a gift and she accepted it with suspicion since you don't normally get her anything and encouraged her to try it (you're such an ungrateful child)

Cain, Dr Glass, Dr Kondraki and a couple of others wanted to see as well, so they stayed and watch

Much to everyone's horror, the illusion camera did exactly how you designed it to and Iris was furious and saddened

Later on, you told her about the prank since you feel bad and she was extremely mad

So instead of grounding or lecturing you, she decided to have revenge

SCP 106 (Old Man)

Now, scaring this old man would be rather interesting because he doesn't seem too fazed by the other, more dangerous and unpredictable, SCPs

But, you can still scare him to a certain degree

I mean, he is an old man after all, so scaring him would be fun

As long as you don't give him a heart attack then it's fine I guess (cuz yall be evil for scaring such an old man)

So, you have decided to scare 106 by giving off little bits of harmless pranks at first so 106 would let his guard down for a moment

Like, giving him a box full of spiders (he's quite disgusted by them just like how he sees your face every time) and popping an air-filled bag (Don't lie, you've all done it and it's hella fun)

Later on, you would gradually move to play with the more dangerous things, such as getting him to look at a picture of 096's face (Probs ugly like yo-)

As time moved on, 106 seemed to be relaxed and expected you to bring him random things and soon realised that there was something off

You didn't show up to him for almost a week and he was ready to get his dad mode on

Luckily, some of the guards caught you with Abel and got 106 involved since they were afraid of causing a massive breach

106 panicked and picked you up, giving you a lecture on how you shouldn't be with other SCPs like Abel

You managed to tell him that you've befriended Abel and he was stunned and gave him the dad glare (you know the one where dads would give to warn others to not hurt their kids right?)

And because it's Abel, he would even make sure to be with you whenever you were with him which made it difficult for you to play with Abel because he might steal you away (Yes I'm looking at you right now kiddo, don't play with Abel)

So in conclusion, if the prank involves you being in a dangerous position, he wouldn't necessarily be scared but would start to panic about your safety

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

I think 096 would be similar to 106 in a sense but less logical and unfazed

It's more like he would be pretty panicky every time you weren't there with him and his anxiety would act up (like you every time you're preparing for your exams where you didn't even revise)

Like if you were with Safe class SCPs, he would be more relaxed than you being with a Euclid class, but it kinda depends on who it is

If it was Cain then it would be fine, but if you were to be with 173, he would be quite wary at first and would tell you to try and avoid being with that peanut

So if you wanted to scare him, it wouldn't be too hard

All you had to do was to be with another Keter class SCPs and play with them

He would be extremely cautious and terrified if you were with one and knowing this, you've decided that playing with 682 instead of playing with Walter the rabbit (SCP 524 | He's my other pet), you've decided to go up and pet 682

When 096 got a hold on the commission on you being with that lizard, he ran out of his cell, causing a huge containment breach on the way like he's bulletproof, and went yeehaw with 682

All you did was sit there in confusion as they entertained you with some pole dancing

Basically, if you scare 096, he would go from anxious to paranoid to berserk then to we're all going down to hell and back again

Dr Jack bright

This mf right here is unpredictable af

Like in his own body, he would remain unfazed and would even go as far as pranking you back

I mean he still would act all fun and games but since he can possess multiple bodies, the outcome of him being scared would vary which would surprise him too since he wouldn't know

Unless he decided to possess someone he knows well, but he knows better than to do that

Dr Bright would most notably be scared, like everybody else on the list, if you were to put yourself in immediate danger, but since you were just as crazy as your dad, he would most likely go along with it until you deliver your prank

Like, you could be juggling knives while standing on top of 682's head while singing 'Painted Smile' by Madam Macabre (If you haven't heard it, you should, it's amazing)

Also, he would sometimes find you having your back faced towards peanut and still be fine after having your neck being snapped (Yall be like surprise mf)

Anyways, one time Jack had made a promise to you to meet you at a certain place and he was late

So you stormed into his office (like the entitled little nugget you are) and went 'tick-tock mf' to your dad

Well it worked and you showed him your trick with the Keter classes

By causing a containment breach and somehow you managed to bribe the Keter classes to perform with you

Let's just say that just because you've inherited his craziness doesn't mean that you could go as far as doing this prank

Bright was about to drop dead from a heart attack and he banned you from doing such things in the future

Dr Simon Glass

With Simon Glass, you could give him a fright relatively easily

Just because he's a psychologist and can read people rather well, he still would be terrified and paranoid about whatever you were planning on doing

Even if he told you not to

Like that time when you were told to not make toast because you can't cook and you almost burnt the whole facility and Glass stood there and said "I told you so" (he did ask for toast, as in toasted bread, not toasted humans)

Anyways, being the child of Simon Glass meant that you would learn a lot about the human mind and behaviour

He would teach you everything you were curious about and would sometimes ask Diogenes, Light, Kondraki, Cain and Iris to help teach you the things he wouldn't have much knowledge on

And sometimes Clef and Bright would appear and spoil you (not that Glass doesn't, he's just busy and trying to be the best dad he could by being anxious about you being alone in the facility with so many dangerous SCPs)

So this often meant that you, Bright and Clef would pull pranks on each other, usually on Kondraki and Iris

Except for this time, you've decided to pull a prank on your dad, Dr Glass

You've handed him over a realistic model of SCP 058 and he freaked out and called the MTFs

They've checked the model and realised that it was all fake and poor Simon had a heart attack from you

Simon was about to yeet that spider looking thing but it was able to move so he planned to carry you and yeet you both out

He did give you a lecture on doing that stunt and you did shed a few crocodile tears

And yes, Glass gave in and comforted you

He then went to grab Clef and Bright's ears and lectured them about helping you make the prank

Dr Alto Clef

I feel like Clef would be similar to Bright but without the whole process of changing bodies because of some curse

Like Clef wouldn't be all that scared since he's dealt with SCPsbefore and dies an extremely good job at it

So for Clef to be scarred for life, it'll either be an extremely dangerous SCP, he's drunk and/or high, he must care about you a lot and you must've been out of your mind to do something seriously stupid or you're evil enough to piss off a Simon Glass (Or all of the above if you're evil enough)

You would most likely want to take the easier and quicker route out of all the ones mentioned on the list which is to put yourself in an immediate danger

So you had asked Dr Bright for some help and so he did

Moments later, midway through preparing your prank, Clef came to Bright asking if he saw you and he did

However, they heard a familiar scream from down the hallway and they both rushed to your aid and soon realised that it's you

You were about to get eaten by 939 and they had to signal for the MTFs to help (Because you mfs didn't ask me for permission when you wanted to pet 939 D:<)

Clef gave you a big lecture and comforted you after he cooled down

Bright on the other hand wasn't so lucky as Clef wanted to murder him (But in his defence, you didn't tell Bright how dangerous the prank was cuz yall are as stubborn as a rock)

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki would be pretty much average when it comes to being scared but with a little more logical since he works with the Foundation

He's that type of dad who would let you go to sleepovers every now and again as long as they weren't of the opposite gender (Unless yall are Bi, Gay, Lesbian, Pan, Alien, Basketball etc then he's screwed)

We support BLM and LGBTQ+ in this community and anyone who says otherwise must leave now

Heck, even our friends here, especially Kondraki, Glass, Bright, 999, Cain, Iris and Josie (SCP 529, my new pet) supports them

Anyways, back to the main plot

Depending on what age you're at and whether you were planning to prank him with the Foundation staff or SCPs will lead to a different outcome

Like if you told him you were dating someone he would've died right there and then

No dating until you're 50

Anyhow, you've decided that it'll be funny to scare your dad with Clef and Bright by getting his Bootyflies to shapeshift into various Keter class SCPs and acting like it

And yes, you somehow managed to persuade the Bootiflies to do just that

And no, Kondraki didn't know about this even though he found it odd that his bootiflies didn't obey him that day

You got Kondraki to sit down in a room with Clef while you and Bright was setting up everything

The bootyflies shifted into the Scarlet King and boy sis Kondraki called the MTFs and was boutta shoot him

Everyone in the room had to get him to stop and that it was just a prank (And by everyone I mean just you, Bright and Clef)

Kondraki did manage to stop and was boutta drag you out for a big girl/boy lecture

Well, he did but not before kicked Bright and Clef in their privates first

Needless to say, nobody wanted to prank Kondraki again (Shush, no you don't, yes I'm looking at you from behind the screen and I know that you'll do it again)

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6 - shattered mind.

previous chapter voices calling you.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

Ants.. that was what occupied your thoughts, how can such a small insignificant creature cause this much discomfort.. theses annoying tiny black dots moving in chaos .. if you stare at them for too long anxiety will come for you next…

Your precious closet was infested by them.. weren’t able to sleep .. those ants must have found a hole in the concrete wall to make their way towards you.. like an inescapable divine retribution.

They kept creeping all over your skin, lettering your skin with stinging bites, attempting to crawl into your ears into your brain, pushing you to the limits of your sanity.. You walked into jeno’s room scratching and twitching like a mad woman.. “jeno.. can you give me new clothes please? I need to shower” .. his eyebrows knotted in confusion.. “You just did this morning” .. dismissing you. “I know.. but those ants are killing me, please I wouldn’t be able to sleep” ..

you pleaded to him, one hand under your shirt trying to catch the annoying insect.. he looked at you, sighed and open his closet handing you a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You closed the door and jumped into the shower.. turning the icy cold water putting down the fiery bites.. You washed your body, you washed your hair once.. and twice, but you see on crawling over your leg.. god damn it.

you take the shower gel that belongs to jeno to go again because you must have missed some of them, but the door opens

“sera .. that’s enough” jeno spoke in a calm voice, you jump and try to cover your naked body… “come on..”..

he walked in unfazed and turned off the running water and threw a dry towel around you leading you out of the shower.. You stood awkwardly looking at him, not wanting to remove the towel in front of him.. so he left you to get dressed, when you were done you stepped out to interrupt a seemingly intense and hushed conversation between jeno and jaemin .. they went quite, their eyes focussed on you.. a sense of unease washed over you.. something is not right. You shrunk into yourself.. picked up the clothes you previously worn from the floor and walked past jaemin and out of the room.. jaemin, the creep he is not missing a chance to sniff you, he dose so as you walked by him .. “Ew man she smells like you” he commented to jeno .. of course I would dumpass im using his shampoo .. you rolled your eyes. You went and threw the clothes in the washer to make sure that you get rid of all the ants.. happy with your small victory you walk down the hall making your way to the kitchen you hear jeno’s low voice .. “… to jump off the balcony!” .. You stand still, trying to hear what their were saying.. Silence.. jaemin steps to the door, like he knew you were their.. his eyes catching you.. your heart skips a beat. “Come here” he makes way for you .. You were ready to get on your knees begging for mercy .. moment of heavy silence passes before jeno speaks .. “Regarding the ants sera ..you won’t be sleeping in the closet from now on” “why?” You tried to argue.. “You will sleep here on in jaemin’s room.. that is up to you” .. “It okay i can sleep in the closet I don’t mind..” you make an attempt, but to no avail.. he shakes his head. Now you get it .. your heart breaks a little more .. by now it is in a hunger piece, you will be closer to them, in their rooms .. sleeping with monsters. You’re not stupid or naive you know what will happen, what will happen more than it used to .. the ants now seems like a nuance compared to the new situation that is in-forced on you.. you curse yourself for complaining about them. but you learned the faster you accept it the easer it will be, there is no point in dwelling on it.. so with a bitter taste in you mouth you choose jaemin’s room .. the heartless jaemin who is in comparisons with jeno his cruelty seems bearable. He throws one of his pillows on the floor next to his bed and hands you a new blanket.. making you feel a faint sense of relief that you don’t want to be fooled by.. he turns off the lights and lays down like you were invisible.. you lay down over the hard, ungiving wooden floor closing your eyes, fantasizing about another life..but a hand in your hair interrupts your sweet train thoughts, startling you .. his fingers thread your hair before he wraps a strand of hair to play with .. “sera “ he mumbles.. of course he won’t leave you alone.. silly of you to think he would, but maybe if you act like you were asleep he would give up.. so you keep you eyes and mouth shut. “Sera..” he calls your name again.. he yanks the strand of hair that he was playing with almost ripping it out of your scalp.. you turn to him “what?” … his cheek is squished on the edge of his bed .. an innocent looking face for a pure evil soul. “Come sleep with me” .. you remain quiet, scared.. he tugs you hair again.. “you don’t want the spiders to crawl all over you right?” The bastard is using your fears against you.. But you know he will not give up, why would he.. the last time you tried to resist him it didn’t go well for you.. you got up and picked you pillow and got in his bed.. he made you lay on the side facing the wall, maximizing your sense of being trapped.. You lay on your back, eyes wide open .. maybe he’ll sleep.. maybe he felt bad for you sleeping on the floor .. just maybe.. he was facing you, maybe watching you, you’er not sure .. his hand crept to your breast, you quickly turned on your side facing away from him and scooting closer to wall as much as possible to keep the distance between your bodies.. he chuckles .. his voice gruff with sleep .. “I just want to cuddle .. “ he whines.. His hand caressing your back .. when you don’t respond he stops.. “sweet dreams” … You kept your stiff poster until you heard him breathing heavily.. you turned to make sure he actually was sleeping, to your relief he was.. you let out the breath you were holding and relaxed .. Hours later in the dead of the night you wakeup hearing cat meowing.. you blinked your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming.. the sound only got clearer .. it came from outside the door .. your heart flutters, you got up to investigate.. maneuvering your way over the sleeping man and tipped to to the door and opened it to find a tiny fur ball standing.. a kitten. your heart overflowed with joy, you scooped it up in your arms taking it away to the living room.. you wondered how it got here.. maybe jeno got it .. you sat on the floor playing with it.. Jaemin woke up to the sound of your giggles .. he looked over his shoes to where you were sleeping and it was empty.. he heard you speaking to someone .. “sera!” He got up already a cold sweat breaking through him.. he opens the safe under his bed and got his gun.. “shh.. hide before he finds you”.. he hears you.. adrenaline pumping.. As soon as he turned the corner he lifted the gun .. but found you standing alone in the middle of the room looking at the direction of the window.. His eyes scanned the room before he lowered the gun.. “Who were talking you?” . “Umm the kitten” your tears hangs in your eyes, body shaking in fear.. He stood in his place struck with confusion .. he looked around one more time checking every space that would fit a human being not believing what you said.. There was nobody, the door was locked and windows locked from the inside the alarm system intact.. no sign of intrusion. He was shaking with anger looking at you with the darkest stare.. like he is about to snap and end you.. “Jaemin.. I swear” .. “Where the fuck is it?!” He shouted flailing his armed hands.. “It jump off the balcony when it heard you” you pointed to the locked glass door sipping a tear.. the blood froze in his vines rendering him speechless.

#nct yandere #nct mafia au #nct dream yandere #nct mafia #nct agnst #nct angst #nct jaemin #nct jeno #nct reactions #nct blurbs #nct imagines #nct scenarios

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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Welcome to phase two! -Danny

Words: 2,075

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Listen to: ‘Kill the director’ -by The Wombats

i: Valentine’s Day

"Cat, are you listening?"

C.C. gave a start, she stared at spider-man blankly.

"I'm sorry— What did ya say?"

"I was telling you about this thing I gotta do next week..."

"Oh," She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure the city won't mind it... can do without us for a day."

"What do you mean us?" His lenses squinted, which meant he was frowning. "You're not patrolling?"

"I didn't do that before and I won't start doing it now," She yawned. "Sorry, I gotta keep a low profile, if I get caught..."

"No yeah, no one wants that," He said quietly.

"Besides, I also have something to do, so..."

She almost wanted to laugh, if only the boy knew they were canceling plans just to make new ones with their masks off...

"Oh, great!" He piped up. "It's great... got a date or something?"

"Why? You jealous?" She teased.

"No no no no, it's nothing like that!" He laughed. "I just started thinking... you said you don't have any friends around here... so the only people you know are all Avengers? What do you do in your spare time?"

"Hmm... asking about my private life... you've forgotten about our deal?"

"I— I just— I don't think knowing would be that dangerous."

She stared at him.

"Don't joke."

"I'm not!" He got to his feet and approached her. "You understand me way better than I thought you would, and I started thinking... would it be that bad if I saw your face? We don't know each other anyway, so what's the problem?"

"It wouldn't make a difference if you saw my face. I don't live here and a random boy can't enter the compound. We can't see each other during the day, if they discover I sneak out every night..."

The boy groaned and looked away, he stayed very still for a moment, and suddenly blurted out:

"I got it!"

"Yeah?"

"My friend C.C!" He exclaimed. "She's Tony Stark's niece!"

"Civilians aren't allowed in there," She stammered. "Is she your age?"

"Yeah!"

"The only young person allowed in the compound is me and those twins we rescued in Sokovia."

"Oh," His shoulders fell again. "I see... You should ask Tony about her, though, she's great. Maybe he can take her some time so you can meet her."

"Maybe," she had to stop herself from sounding flattered, "tell me more about her..."

"Well, I just met her a few months ago, but she's really cool," He said affectionately. "I think you guys would get along."

"She sounds okay," She said. "But maybe she'd think I'm a freak, being a mutant and all... I would."

"No, of course not. C.C.'s too nice for that."

"Or maybe you think too highly of her," The girl pointed out.

"You'd know I'm right if you knew her."

"C'mon, everyone has a bit of evil in them, I'm sure she's flawed..."

"Well," He tilted his head. "She started a fight once... but it wasn't her fault!"

C.C. laughed. "Really? I would love to hear what's her excuse!"

"Some girls made fun of her and she tried to talk it out, one of 'em wouldn't have it, so she lost her temper."

"You think that's fine?"

"I think the girl had it coming... and my friend didn't hurt her. C.C. can't hurt a fly."

The girl's heart stung with guilt, she didn't want to break the idea he had of her, he would be so sad to know he'd gotten it all wrong, he was such a sweet guy...

She got up, Spider-man reached out to help her.

"Hey, bugboy... You go to school with Tony Stark's niece? You just gave me a way to figure out your identity. Be careful."

"Good luck tryna find her records," He sounded amused. "Her family's big on privacy."

"I can find out her age, and therefore, I can find out yours," She shrugged. "You gotta be cautious, Webs."

"I did say I would like it if we could be friends outside the suits, didn't I?"

She sighed, shaking her head. "We're fine as we are. Goodnight, buddy."

C.C. jumped out of the building and activated her jetpack, five minutes later she was climbing through the window of her room. As expected, no one was home, so she went down to the kitchen to grab a snack before bed.

"Fry-pan, turn on the tv," She said, taking a bite of a cold slice of pizza.

The girl was met with images of Sokovia, a few videos were showing the heroes helping people, but under the video, she read: 'Avengers: War criminals?'

"Ow, let's not do that," She made a face, taking the pizza box and leaving the kitchen. "Friday, turn off the tv!"

A thud on the table caused her to give a start.

"Did I wake you?" MJ asked. "Good. We need to start working on our project."

C.C. ran her hands up and down her face to try and wake up fully.

"Sorry, last night I stayed up 'til late, I didn't sleep as much as I should've."

Her friend raised a brow. "Does your uncle not care about whether you go to bed at a proper time, or..?"

"He's not here. Something's happening, but he won't tell me. All I know is that he's been receiving calls from the government..." She said vaguely.

"Wait, so you're alone at the Avengers tower? They leave you alone with all the high-tech stuff?"

"Yeah," She yawned. "I have no interest in that, though."

"Why? Those are superhero devices! You've never thought about using them? See how you'd look if you were an Avenger?"

C.C. thought of her own suit, safely hidden in her closet. "Noup. I don't have a hero complex."

"Well, your uncle didn't have one either until someone blew up his heart..."

"I don't think I want to be a hero if that's what it takes," She grinned.

Her watch started to buzz, C.C. excused herself and ran to the nearest empty classroom she could find.

"Tony?" She whispered, keeping her thumb on the button.

"Wanda," The familiar voice reached without excitement. "Are you alone?"

"I don't have much time before the bell rings," She frowned. "What's going on?"

"We're going on a mission. Pietro and I."

"Really?" C.C.'s voice changed. "That's awesome! Where?"

"Cap hasn't told us yet, but he thinks that we're ready... you'll be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I wasn't expecting to like high school this much, but it's working out..."

"Is it high school what you like, or is it the people that you hang out with?" Wanda teased.

"None of your business," C.C. said casually.

"Yeah," Her friend chuckled, a shaky sigh made its way through. "I promise we'll call you as soon as we're back..."

"It's going to be okay, as long as you follow the rules."

"Mhmm..."

"Are you crying?" C.C. lowered her voice. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, no," Her friend sniffed. "It's just... I don't know, I would've loved to see you one more time before the mission."

"Hey, there's no need to say it like that!" She felt bad about not being there for her friend, but she'd already promised she'd go to Peter's house that weekend. "You and Pietro are great. Nat and Steve will look after you. There's nothing to worry about, my first mission was boring..."

"Wasn't that the mission where you found us?"

C.C. wrinkled her nose. "I'm sorry, but I won't lie."

Wanda laughed. "Boring, says the girl that didn't join the fight."

"Yeah, that's exactly the reason why," The bell announced the start of the next period. "Gotta go, I left MJ at the library. I'll call you later, okay?"

"See you..."

February was just another month until C.C. faced the worst holiday that could ever exist: Valentine's day.

If she thought a school dance was the only event that could make teenagers lose their minds, she'd been entirely mistaken. Valentine's day had all the students in a frenzy, desperate to get dates or find ways to get their crushes to notice them.

Red and heart-shaped decorations were all she could see. Not only that, but she would open her locker each day to find several cards in it, they would spill at her feet giving her nothing but embarrassment.

"I don't know any of these people," She muttered, placing several letters on MJ's hands to get rid of them. "How can they like me if we've never spoken?"

"That's how crushes work," MJ laughed. "You don't have to know the person, you just have to think they're attractive. Hot."

"Hot?" She rolled her eyes. "Stupid word. Hot. I've never felt that in my life."

"You're sounding like a grandma," Her friend teased. "Lighten up! Anyone would kill for the level of attention you get. I support your outrage, though. Girls should stop being objectified, they should be complimenting how smart you are and not..." She grabbed a card. "Your lustrous, soft-looking curls."

She snatched the card from MJ's hold and threw it away.

"I don't get this, it's embarrassing for all of the people involved."

"Some people like to have an excuse to be cheesy and dumb," MJ shrugged. "Why don't you seize the opportunity and ask Peter—"

"Don't bring him into this," C.C. warned her. "I don't want to hear what you're about to say..."

She spotted Peter at the end of the hall, walking towards them with Ned.

"Look at that," MJ's voice was plagued with delight. "What's that on his hand? Is that..?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," The girl hid her hands in her pockets and glared at MJ. "I swear to God that if you make one suggestive comment to Peter I'll murder you."

"You really are in a bad mood today..." MJ mumbled.

"Hi girls!" Ned said. "Happy valentine's day!"

Both girls replied with grumbles, MJ casually pointed to the flower Peter had on his hand.

"Who's the lucky gal?"

Peter looked at his hand and blushed a little. "Liz."

"Shocking..." C.C. muttered.

"You got a few!"

Ned pointed to the cards MJ was holding, who placed them in C.C.'s hands as if they were bags of poop.

"Ew no, no no no no," She made a face, "Miss Congeniality gave them to me while she was cleaning her locker. We're throwing them away."

"What?" Peter looked at her. "That's not cool, you could hurt feelings..."

"MJ said she supported the idea cause the letters are objectifying me," She flipped through the cards. "Not a single one here is from a friend. I don't want anything from strangers that think it's okay to comment on my looks, even if they think they're complimenting me."

"Whatever dude, it's your choice," Ned grabbed a card from the pile and pouted. "Aw, man, I would've liked to get one."

"You can grab a few if you want— OH! Better yet, I'll slide them into your locker so next time you open it they'll fall out!"

"Awesome," Ned smiled. "Hey, we got you guys something..."

"Just don't throw it in the trash," Peter added teasingly. "These are from two of your best friends, so we're not objectifying you or anything."

The boys searched through their pockets and pulled out different things: Peter had two handmade cards and Ned two erasers, one shaped like a bat and the other as an alien spaceship.

"Oh..." C.C. shared a dumbstruck look with MJ. "Thank you..."

"We... we didn't get you anything," MJ said awkwardly.

"We knew that would happen," Ned dismissed it. "You can buy us drinks from the vending machine."

"I'll do that," C.C. said quickly. "I'll get three drinks, consider that my gift for you too."

She winked at MJ, who stuck out her tongue.

The group was divided into two, Peter helped C.C. carefully put her gifts away, while also hastily dropping the anonymous love letters to the nearest trashcan.

"I really think you should've kept them, what if one of them belonged to a nice person? You just lost the chance to date them..."

The girl looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"Peter, if I ever date someone, I promise you it won't be random."

"But that's how you meet people," He laughed.

"You know what I mean," She groaned.

"Yeah, I know," Peter squeezed her shoulder a little.

C.C. felt dizzy, inexplicably happy as well.

Next Chapter —>

Taglist.

@ieatpanicattacksforlunch @jesuswasnotawhiteman @siriuslysirius1107 @greengarsstuff @itsyagirl01 @23victoria

#twoidiots writing #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #copycat fic #Peter Parker x Oc

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somethingfowl · 2 years

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hawkash: reincarnation edition | ashheart is a medicine cat who spends most of his time inside his head. he’s still very attached to old nursery stories he was told as a kit, and in moments of stress he recites quotes from them in order to calm himself down. he tends to be emotional and has a hard time forming healthy connections with other cats, as well as separating fantasy from reality, but thankfully being an incel didn’t carry over from his previous life. | crowfrost is a warrior that loves terrorizing people. he isn’t evil, but he often hides in the cornfield near shadowclan camp just so he can jump out and surprise any unsuspecting cats that wander by. he’s been officially banned from the nursery for telling scary stories and giving the kits nightmares, and is generally unpopular with his clanmates. (the greenleaf spider incident did not help his case.) (also they are in love)

#ashfur #hawkfrost #hawkash #warriors #warrior cats #oc #we as a society need to make more reincarnation ocs #im telling you the possibilities are endless

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darkpurpledawn · 3 years

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For @racketghost 's 13 Days of Halloween, prompt "costumes"

The Dowling residence was perfectly sober, exterior-wise. It was not fitting for an ambassador, even an American one, to deck the halls with boughs of yew and spools of polyester spiderweb. But if the outside showed the same dour pomp as it did the rest of the year, the inside was filled with what seemed like four pop-up Halloween shops worth of assorted merchandise. Nary a doorway stood that did not have spiders dangling from its arch, plastic bones littered the playroom, and the dining room was covered in tiny gourds and glitter in the shape of bats.

The decor was a compromise. Aziraphale had reluctantly allowed the roomful of bones and the mechanical severed hand that was currently being mauled by the cat in the laundry room in exchange for nixing the recirculating fountain of fake blood and promising to enact revenge at Christmastime.

Aziraphale was just adjusting one of his rubber horns when Warlock careened into the room waving a Bean Baby (surely that was the name?) shaped like a black cat and holding what was hopefully a Jello eyeball and not a sign that the young Antichrist was growing into his calling at the tender age of five.

“Warlock, what did we say about taking dessert from the table? You know your mother worked very hard on those eyeballs.”

Warlock attempted to shield his face with the Bean Baby for a moment, but then he jumped up and cried,

“You can’t be mad at me today Francis! Not for, for stealin’ stuff. You’re the bad one today!” He pointed at Aziraphale’s horns and beamed at this unassailable argument.

Aziraphale evaluated his evilness in the part of the hall mirror that was not covered in cling decals of skeletons dancing in a conga line. He was wearing his only dark suit, and had swapped Brother Francis’s humble smock for a brocade waistcoat and smart trousers. A devil’s tail he’d clumsily constructed from ribbon and felt swung from the waistcoat, and in addition to affixing his rubber horns he’d drawn on a small curling mustache with one of Crowley’s less-favored eye pencils and worn a second set of fake teeth (glow in the dark vampire fangs, to be precise) on top of the first.

“You’re even scarier than Nanny when she just woke up,” Warlock proclaimed triumphantly. “I bet you’re even meaner.”

“He’s so much worse,” Crowley’s voice drawled from the next room. “You don’t know Brother Francis like I do, he can be a real That Word Your Mum Told You We Can’t Say Out Loud when he wants.”

Warlock’s eyes grew almost as big and round as the Jello version he was holding, as he looked at Aziraphale with a mixture of fear and respect.

“Really now Crowley you can’t just--” he began, and then stopped when she stepped in the hall.

Crowley was wearing a sequined white dress with a slit that seemed to go all the way up to an area Aziraphale wasn’t sure he knew this century’s polite terms for, and a neckline determined to meet the slit in the middle. A set of mesh-and-wire wings was affixed to what back the dress possessed, and to Aziraphale’s amazement, heart-shaped sunglasses and a choker necklace with a rhinestone cross rounded out the ensemble.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Aziraphale asked.

“I’m an angel,” Crowley said, and pointed to a headband with a fluffy halo. “Duh.”

Aziraphale almost let out several Words Warlock’s Mum Would Have Certainly Disapproved of Saying Aloud when the Antichrist interrupted.

“Nanny you can’t be an angel, you just told me to steal an eyeball!” He giggled into the scruff of the Bean Baby.

“Oh I assure you, even the angels have their moments,” Aziraphale sputtered.

Crowley grinned and a gleam of yellow shone for a moment above the heart lenses.

“Now that you’re a devil, Francis, can I eat the eyeball?”

Aziraphale sighed. He looked from the adorable face of the Antichrist to Crowley, who seemed to have become an endless line of inner thigh, and hurriedly back again.

“Well.” He hesitated. “I don’t suppose your mother will want it back now that it’s been squished like that.” He glanced at the distorted sphere of Jello.

“Gonna be horribly farsighted, that one,” Crowley muttered.

“But you do owe your mother an apology,” Aziraphale said, attempting to be stern underneath several layers of false dentition.

Warlock pouted. It was an expression he’d picked up from Crowley, who had picked it up from somewhere Aziraphale refused to ponder.

“But you’re a devil, what do you care if I apologize to mum?”

“You would be surprised,” Aziraphale said, and wondered why his throat felt suddenly full, “how much we devils can care for others. Just because I’m, er, evil today doesn’t mean I can’t be kind as well. Now why don’t you go find your mum?”

Warlock wandered off, chewing thoughtfully on the cat’s polyester paw.

Crowley was staring at Aziraphale. She looked suddenly bashful under all the sequins.

“Erm, you look nice,” she said. “Haven’t seen that waistcoat in ages, what was that, Venice, beginning of the 19th?”

“Oh, something like that,” Aziraphale said, as if he couldn’t perfectly recall the pistachio gelato they shared or how the light had reflected off the canals as they strolled to the shops.

“Gotta say, the horns leave a bit to be desired. You’ve got a standing army of hair grips and they don’t seem to be keeping those things on your head.”

“I could have miracled, I suppose, but it didn’t seem, well, appropriate.” Aziraphale felt a strong urge to brush the sequins on Crowley’s dress so the all fell the same way, a thought motivated entirely by a desire for order and not at all by anything else whatsoever. “Crowley how are you wearing that?” He gestured to the rhinestone crucifix.

“Oh that reminds me what I had to tell you,” Crowley said, smoothing out the sequins herself in a manner that in no way alleviated Aziraphale’s desire for order. “I’ve taken a heap of allergy pills, don’t let me near the Poltergeist Punch.”

#good omens #good omens halloween #good omens fic #good omens ficlet #racket's 13 days of halloween #might make the rest of these a weekly series we'll see

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ilikekidsshows · 3 years

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Methinks something’s up with the Graham de Vanily side of the family tree. Now, I know the main concept of Adrien was apparently based on Catwoman, but the Spider-Man comics also have a cat-themed cat burglar character, who actually comes from a family line of master thieves, literally named Black Cat, who’s also more an anti-hero than Catwoman and therefore more likely to help her superhero counterpart. I know all the rich kids are spectacularly amazing at their sport of choice in this show, but Felix seems almost supernatural in his level of skill. And, like, I’ve had my suspicions about Emilie as well, considering that everything we know about Adrien’s life suggests that she didn’t do that much differently from Gabriel and didn’t oppose Gabriel’s way of doing things much. Adrien was still isolated, and he still only got a pen from his father as a birthday present. Is Emilie actually from a family line of master criminals? Very likely.

We also got to see some neat junk relating to the Butterfly Miraculous and controlling multiple people at once. We’ve previously seen Hawk Moth control two people at once with no boosts in Obilivio, where he simply combined his victims into one Akuma. In this episode, he Akumatized three people with a single object and single goal, and we could see just how imperfect that was. Usually, Hawk Moth only gets challenged by his Akumas when their personal desire gets in the way of following his plan, this time it was Alya’s true, kind personality coming through to question what she was doing. Akumas don’t really question what they’re doing, so clearly Hawk Moth has to keep maintaining his influence on an Akuma’s mind to keep control of it. Previously we’ve seen Startrain go rogue with selfish desire when Hawk Moth wasn’t controlling her, but this time it was the Akumatization itself failing and letting Alya be herself for a moment, because the corruption was stretched too thin. Interesting stuff.

In this episode we also see exactly why Adrien is so much better at handling Lila than Marinette is. His entire family is made up of double-dealing, two-faced liars who smile at each other while planning to stab each other in the back. Hopefully only figuratively, though I doubt that, considering how quickly Gabriel jumped at the chance to have an Akuma off his nephew. And yet Adrien loves all these terrible people. If Emilie really was evil too, Adrien speaking of her so fondly would not be out of place at all with this family dynamic. His dinner with the Dupain-Chengs in Weredad really must have felt like another world; did his parents also play games with each other or were they ever capable of creating a warm home for Adrien? I also noticed in this episode that Adrien really does take after his mother, like his father accused him of in Simon Says, so is that ease with which he reacts to someone double-dealing him from her as well? Everything about Adrien right now seems to be screaming the “kind-hearted scion of the villain family who falls in love with the hero” trope to me right now.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miracublog #episode wrapup

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xhanisai · 4 years

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Bite off more than you can chew and you’ll choke.

(AO3) (FFN)

Summary - "But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking." To summarise, if you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy. A.K.A. A wonderful crackfic where Lila gets karma shoved up her ass by Adrien every time she tries to hurt Marinette.

A/N: I'm having an affair with dumb bitch juice. Shhh. Don't tell angst. ~(x)~ . . . "Heh, looking good~" The Italian teen winked to herself one last time at the mirror and then striked a pose that radiated pure confidence and clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. Luck was on her side today, lil ol' Rossi could feel it in her bones. 'Today is a wonderful day to knock down Dupain-Cheng a peg or two...' Lila hummed perversely, olive irises twinkling with mischief and sadism. She applied another coating of her favourite orange lip gloss and spritzed her body with some more pumpkin spice flavoured perfume (that was apparently a one of a kind DKNY product that the company themselves have gifted her, that's right Juleka). Digging out one of the hundreds of pictures she has of Adrien Agreste in her drawer, she planted a sloppy kiss on the face (lil hoe thinks she's being seductive smh smh), whispered something absolutely filthy and then made her way out of the house with a green apple in hand. As she walked, numerous plans and ideas were concocted up in her head whilst she happily chewed through the sour, bitter fruit that could compete with her own acidic heart. Certainly, her plans weren't going as smoothly as she'd like, given that not only has Marinette stood strong, Alya and Nino still stuck to the raven haired girl like glue and the model boy actually dared to threaten her to withdraw Mari's expulsion. Of all people, he threatened her! Who the hell did he think he is? He should be nothing but a spineless pretty face, a decoration to her growing fame. Ugh! Shaking her head and refocusing her thoughts, Lila took one last, harsh bite from the fruit and then tossed it away without a second glance, hitting an unsuspecting rat with wings- pigeon, an unsuspecting poor pigeon. Looks like M. Ramier will be akumatised later on if he ever sees the splat of feathers on the pavement. She didn't give a damn. Instead, a sinister, almost feral like smile stretched on the brunette's lips as she spotted her prey up ahead, sitting on the front steps that led to the collège. Quite a few passerbyers and students gave Marinette either a disappointed look or a disgusted grimace. Most pretty much ignored her, leaving the Asian bowing her head down in embarrassment, making herself look as small as possible. 'Like the useless mouse she is.' Lila barely held off the urge to giggle. After making Cheng look like such an evil cretin and even managing to get her expelled, her reputation has almost been tarnished! Marinette went from one of the most popular, prettiest, kindest girl in school to the most conniving, horrible, wench in a matter of a day. She would have been gone forever had it not been for Adrien's stupid- SPLASH!!!!! No way. No. Fucking. Way. Lila gaped like a dead fish, unable to comprehend what had just happened as her once dry, stylish clothes dripped with dirty puddle water and the stench of dirt clung to her hair and skin. The now filthy looking teen snapped out of her stupor and glowered at the offending car that DARED to zoom through the ginormous puddle only to gawk again when she registered the vehicle's familiarity. Lila wasn't able to do more than budge an inch as a certain model stepped out of the car in front of the collège and lifted Marinette to her feet with his hand. He gave the petite girl a warm smile that only sickened the Italian girl to the core even further and when he interlaced his hand with Marinette's, leading her inside the building, Lila couldn't stop the ferocious growl from escaping her throat. This was meant to be HER day today. A fresh splatter on her head from up above proved otherwise. Her hand shot to her head, face twisted in a witch like grimace as slick, gooey slime coated her fingers and hair. Lila mustered up as much venom as she possibly could in her eyes, tilting her head up, only to see the very same pigeon that got hit by the apple, glare back. Neither of the two noticed the wry smile that Adrien let out as he shielded a flustered Marinette inside the building... ~(x)~ Full classroom? Check. Mme. Bustier temporarily out of the room? Check. Dupain-Cheng opening her backpack whilst oblivious? Check. Lila wiggled in her seat like a cat waiting to pounce on the mouse (not like those in cute youtube videos), eyes narrowing at the back of Marinette's head, awaiting for the right moment to act. You see, earlier on, Lila planted one of Chloe's prized earrings (dumb barbie never learnt her lesson when it came to bringing family heirlooms to school) in Marinette's bag, planning on calling her out of stealing it to further crush her reputation into smithereens. Knowing Chloe and her illogical grudge against the girl, the consequences would be so much more worse for Marinette considering she's the mayor's daughter and all- . . . Wait... What? Lila blinked twice, thrice, then rubbed her eyes and blinked again. 'What in the world???' "O-ooooh! Who put this pretty flower in my bag?" Marinette twirled the lavender rose between her fingers in awe, admiring the beautiful plant with a cute blush on her cheeks. She gave the rose a sniff, cheeks glowing further as she hummed pleasantly. "It smells so nice!" Her smile was so disgustingly sweet, Lila could have sworn that the girl was radiating diabetes. Maybe she should pretend to faint and blame it on Marinette somehow? "Looks like you have a secret admirer, girl~ Did you know that lavender roses mean love at first sight?" Alya playfully poked Marinette's cheek, waggling her eyebrows whilst the rest of the girls in the class- sans Chloe, Sabrina and of course Lila herself, gathered around their class president's table. Their coos and questions were deaf on the seething Italian's ears as she was hyper focused on Adrien's face. The way his eyes lowered knowingly and his lips upturned into a secret but smug smile. The way his head tilted towards the side ever so slightly as he watched the French-Asian with so much...love. Lila was close to throwing up in her mouth. 'So that little Prince was the one who replaced Chloe's earrings with that stupid flower...huh...has he caught on...?' Just as that thought passed through Lila's head, the sound of Chloe bragging about her new earrings filled up the room with the addition of Sabrina's praises. The brunette cocked an eyebrow, dissatisfied of her plan failing in ruining Marinette's life further and getting Adrien wrapped around her pinky, where he belongs. With a string of Italian curses muttered, Lila opened her bag and- "CHE CAZZO È!?" Lila launched the provocative bag away with another scream and when it landed on Kim's desk, dozens of spiders pooled out like a tidal wave, causing the athletic Vietnamese to jump up ten feet in the air with a high pitched yowl and that in turn created a mass panic in the classroom. "Ah- đéođéođéo- KEEP THEM AWAY FROM ME!" Kim let out another screech, forcing himself into a baffled Alix's arms as the spiders scattered whilst everyone else stood on their desks to avoid the wonderfully adorable critters. "LILA! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE THOSE MONSTERS IN YOUR BAG!?" Kim cried out as soon as a shocked Mme. Bustier returned to the classroom. The red headed woman gawked at the floor and then grimaced before sending a stern look towards Lila, hands on her hips. Everyone in the class froze at her stance. "Lila, we know that you've just returned from a campaign to save a species of highly venomous spiders from going extinct but that does not permit you in bringing them to school. You'll be on rubbish duty for the rest of this week and M. Damocles shall discuss with you later on for a more suitable punishment after that. Everyone else, please remain calm and carefully step out of the room." The olive eyed brunette didn't get a chance to defend herself as everyone comically sped outside at a speed that would make even Sonic The Hedgehog jealous. Nino and Ivan were held piggy back style by their respective girlfriends whilst it took Alix, Max, Nathanael and Juleka to tear a petrified Kim off the wall (In turn, Rose held him bridal style as if he didn't weigh more than a feather). When she saw Marinette shyly grasp Adrien's hand to lead him out, Lila saw red and looked away before she did something she would regret. In amidst her internal monologue, she missed Adrien's dangerous smirk as his eyes glinted devilishly. The boy tightened his grip on Marinette's hand, much to the girl's surprise and delight whilst his kwami snickered in his blazer's inner pocket. ~(x)~ "Whoa!" Marinette let out a yelp, numerous files slipping out of her hands as she flailed her arms to regain balance. Unfortunately, she ended up tipping backwards towards the edge of the stairs much to Lila's entertainment. If she couldn't break Marinette's godforsaken will and reputation completely, a few bones or so should satisfy her ruthless heart- "Marinette! Be careful!" With amazing speed, Adrien caught the girl from behind, interlocking his arms around her body in an iron grip without even wincing at the weight of her mass colliding with his chest. A few passerbyers, including Rossi herself observed the scene with incredulous expressions. The latter pissed at the stupid prince charming's bloody timing! She didn't know what annoyed her more. The fact that her plan failed for the umpteenth time or the useless anime like tropes that seemed to play when it came to blonde boy and noir girl. "Ack! Thanks Adrien..." Marinette expected a simple 'No problem Mari,' from the boy but was taken aback by his malicious glare that was directed at the tanned girl before them. She couldn't help the squeak that escaped her when his grip tightened as he lead them up the stairs, standing a mere feet away from Lila. His hold on Cheng wavered between protective and possessive. Marinette found it kinda hot. "You know, we have bins for a reason Rossi. Be sure to chuck your litter away or else someone could get hurt." His voice was gravelly and alarmingly low, indicating who would really get harmed in the situation. Lila hated the way her blood chilled to ice and the unpleasant shivers that shook her spine before mustering the energy to plaster an innocent smile instead of running away. "Oops. Silly me," She bent down to pick up the can she conveniently dropped earlier on, causing Marinette to trip in the first place. "My arthritis has been acting up all day-" "And I painted the Mona Lisa, yeah, whatever." Marinette and Lila, both only close enough to hear, widened their eyes at Adrien's passive aggressive tone. Without wasting another second, the boy tugged Marinette along, heading away from the scowling Italian. The sickening duo seemed to get closer and closer every second, causing Lila's blood to burn with rage. "He's definitely caught on...that boy is more slippery and sneaky than I thought...as expected of the son of Gabriel Agreste." Lila growled severely, crushing the can in her grip- SPEW! Oh. The can was never empty from the start. Steam figuratively shot out of her ears as the fizzy drink dripped down her hair, face and clothes, smearing her layers upon layers of caked makeup that took her hours to do this morning- after she went back home to shower and changed into fresh clothes when she was soaked by that dirty puddle, courtesy of Adrien's fucking car! 'GAME ON AGRESTE.' ~(x)~ Lila planted that wretched goose- pigeon, that wretched pigeon in Marinette's locker, anticipating a commotion or SOMETHING. However, when the unsuspecting girl, accompanied by her trio of friends, opened said locker, there was no pigeon. Instead, out popped out a ridiculously cute, handmade Chat Noir doll. According to Marinette's and Alya's babbles, it's a doll that the former has made ever since the pathetic heroes of Paris made their debut. "But how did it get here? I don't recall bringing it in with me today," Yes, Lila also wanted to know how the FUCK that cursed plush appeared out of thin air. It certainly wasn't there when she shoved the feathered pterodactyl in. "Maybe you brought it with you by accident?" Nino quipped. "Didn't you have that phase back in école where you'd always bring a teddy that you slept with for company?" "WEDONOTTALKABOUTTHAT." Marinette retorted back with gritted teeth, slamming her locker door for emphasis but the way she hugged the Chat Noir doll protectively afterwards did little to intimidate the bespeckled boy. In fact, much to Lila's disgust, the trio melted at Marinette's obviously fake cuteness. Unbelievable! Where did that pigeon go anyways!? Never peeling her eyes away from the nauseating quad, Lila snatched the door of her locker open, grinding her teeth- "COO!!!" ...only to be attacked by a flurry of feathers and a sharp beak. This time, whilst she, along with a 'helpful' Alya and Nino managed to rip the bedeviled thing off her face, Lila caught a shit-eating grin on Adrien's lips as he watched her suffer without a word. 'That little BASTARD! He did this to me!' Rolling his eyes as if Lila was nothing but a three year old throwing a tantrum, he threw an arm around Marinette's shoulder who looked more confused than anything. "What is Jacques doing here?" Lila almost scoffed at the Asian's question. That failure of a bird has a name? And familiarised with Marinette no less? No wonder he was currently a bitch and half in her ass! No one answered Mari's question regardless. Though surely, that sinister cat of a model held the answer. "I'm more curious of whether you sleep with that little Chat doll or not, Marinette~" He teased, much to Lila's dismay and Marinette's embarrassment. Alya and Nino momentarily forgot about the clearly traumatised Lila, simply to join in with the jesting. "N-N-NO! HAHA- what a silly question Adrien!" Marinette slapped the teen's shoulder with a bit more oomph than the usual friendly slaps, cheeks reddening and eyes flickering to the side. "She can't go to sleep without it~" Alya confessed on her best friend's behalf, glasses twinkling impishly at Mari's cry of "Traitor!". "One time when she was at mine for a sleepover, she forgot to bring Petit Noir along and stayed awake all night without his presence. She's so pure, isn't she?" Marinette was left as a blushy, squealing mess as the rest of her friends chuckled fondly. If it wasn't frowned upon in this country, Rossi would have gladly kicked them all out the window one by one till their sorry necks snapped but even she had some sort of control. "Adorable, absolutely adorable." This time, Lila did throw up in her mouth as Adrien swept Marinette up into a bone crushing hug with the most disgusting look of 'love' tattooed on his face. The hazel eyed brunette stormed out of the locker room with a growl, deaf to Alya's questioning shouts of her name. She was going to TEAR that boy apart from limb to limb! Adrien's grin only grew at her departure, daring the idiotic girl to try and pull another stunt again. ~(x)~ During a photoshoot that Lila was assigned to model at, every time she attempted to inappropriately run her hands down Adrien's torso or shoulders, she ended up getting bitten by god knows what. The more she tried, the harder the bites were and towards the end, the shoot was cancelled as her skin was covered in tiny little bite marks that resembled wasp stings or even a terrible allergic reaction. The horrid girl never noticed the tiny God of Destruction that lingered nearby his chosen who in turn delivered a little fistbump to his precious friend with a smile far too saccharine to be innocent. ~(x)~ Just before their French lesson began, Lila staged a scene by crying out in pain when shoving her hand in her bag and 'finding' multitudes of sewing needles in them. Surely the class would turn their heads towards Dupain-Cheng with animosity as she claimed that Marinette must have sabotaged her bag that day. Instead, much to her surprise, the majority of the class defended her with an alibi. "But M. Dupain and Mme. Cheng hid away all her sewing stuff for the rest of the month so that Marinette could concentrate for the upcoming exams!" Gee thanks Rose. "Marinette was at mine's yesterday night to study and sleepover so there's no way that she did that," Godammit Alya. "I'm pretty sure 'Nette's needles are silver in colour, not bronze." Shut up Lahiffe. "She would panic if she steps on an ant, how could she hurt a person?" Really Alix? Really? "Marinette and I were stuck in the closet all break so there's no way she's managed to sabotage your bag, Lila." Agreste- do you even know what you're implying here? To summarise, the case was neutralised with a theory that one of the textile upperclassmen students must have accidently put a container of needles in her bag, thinking it belonged to the department. But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking. ~(x)~ Lila tried tripping Marinette again but this time, she was caught by the Japanese fencer girl who 'politely' thwacked Lila's knees with her foil and told her to get out of her class. That ice queen never left Marinette's side for the rest of the day. When Marinette arrived to the morning classes with a disturbingly gorgeous, sheer white sundress in hand, babbling about how she was going to alter it after the exams to her friends, of course Lila gave into temptation by altering it herself. By altering, she meant smothering the skirt of the dress with non washable red paint. Marinette returned to the afternoon classes wearing the dress but with the red stains magically transformed into a flawless gradient and decorated with faux red rose petals on the edge of the skirt and the tip of the bust. The poor Italian was rewarded with the grand scene of Adrien claiming out loud how 'beautiful' his 'Princess' looked without shame and twirling her around in the air. Next, Lila somehow snuck a snake out from the zoo (getting bitten a million times and even throttled at one point by said creature) and secretly let it loose at the Dupain-Cheng bakery when she was only 'looking around'. The snake ended up getting its own tank and promoted the bakery, increasing the numbers of customers because surprise surprise, it's the year of the snake according to the Lunar calendar and everyone saw that slimy creature as a symbol of good luck! M. Césaire let the family keep the snake. Marinette named him Aspik much to Adrien's ambiguous delight but then changed it to Viperion when the boy accidentally tore apart her favourite ball of yarn. ("Little bug how could you do this to me!?") Lila even tried to start a rumour going where she apparently witnessed Marinette kissing a strange, delinquent after hours in creepy alleyways and got a little frisky with him. Adrien turned that around on her by asking why she was spying on him and Marinette, both wearing scarves that poorly concealed their ravaged necks. The rest of the day was spent with students gossiping about the new developments of 'Project Adrienette' and suddenly the despicable duo were dating. The rest of the students and teachers decided to switch to Lila as a target to send their scrutinising eyes at. It took Lila twenty-four hours of staring at a blank wall to digest the fact that she unintentionally nudged those two together in her pursuit of destroying them both. Twenty four hours of gaping with dead eyes and not moving a muscle whilst her phone buzzed with the latest gossip on Adrien and Marinette. An immediate news report on Ladybug grabbing Chat Noir into a heated kiss after an akuma battle that almost sent them running for their money, confirming their relationship broke Lila out of her daze and left her screaming inside her house. ~(x)~ The classroom door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled, crude looking Lila Rossi, heaving for air like she's just ran around the world in twelve days. Her hair was dirty, greasy and stuck in ways that defied physics. Her clothes were torn, stained and slick with unnamed substances. Her face was covered in stings, scratches and red marks that ruined her usually flawless make up. Clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. The students paused whatever they were doing, curious and slightly concerned at the state of the Italian's exterior. Lila let out an animalistic growl, pointing a finger at Adrien Agreste who paid no mind to her and carried on reading his book whilst Marinette Dupain-Cheng slumbered away peacefully in his lap. "I don't know how you did it or what dark magic you played on me or what voodoo dolls you have been using, but you'll never get away with humiliating me! Both of you!" Everyone's eyes widened at Lila's desperate and frustrated tone, now facing the boy bearing the brunt of her bite. Much to Rossi's screaming irritation, Adrien only flipped a page of his book with a hum like someone has just asked him whether he'd like some sugar with his tea. "STOP ACTING DUMB AGRESTE! I KNOW IT'S YOU WHO TRIED TO RUIN MY LIFE!" This time, she received eye contact from the boy. Instead of retaliating back, he put a finger on his lips and- ...shushed her. She was going to fucking KILL HIM. "My Marinette has pulled two all nighters in a row for the exam we just had this morning- which you missed by the way. So, she's sleeping right now. If you have some respect, keep it down." His tone was polite, sophisticated and angelic and his face was softened into the most sweetest smile. A front for the devilish cackle and demonic smirk that was threatening to burst out the seams of his fake exterior and Lila was able to sense it with ease. She didn't get a chance to yell back as Chloe suddenly interrupted. "And what has my Adrikins done to you? Other than get brainwashed by that ridiculous rat and start dating her of course," The blonde pursed her pastel lips, ignoring Adrien's comments on 'I'm not your Adrikins,' and 'Stop being mean to my sweet girlfriend,' and whatever nonsense he was spouting. "Oh wow...hahah...where do I start?" The hysteric girl began, blind to everyone else's distressed gaze at her behaviour. "The spiders? The pins? The ghost bites? That damn ugly bird that can't seem to find another place other than my head to SHIT ON!?" The object of her hate only raised a brow in confusion. "YOU'RE BEHIND IT ALL! I KNOW IT'S YOU!" "...Lila, were you bitten by those spiders that you were protecting during your campaign like a week ago? I think you need to see a doctor." Was the reply she got from Adrien before he went back to his book. "Also, this book mentions that being pooped on by a bird is a sign of good luck! Maybe you'll have a good fortune coming your way after you get better, Lila~" The baffled girl stared back grotesquely, jaw dropped and eye twitching, unable to comprehend the Adrien Agreste before her right now. She didn't even protest as Rose and Juleka hauled her flat ass out of the class, to the nurse's room, debating whether or not to call the ambulance for the mad girl. 'What...The...Actual...FUCK!?' ~(x)~ After the classroom door was closed, leaving behind a questioning class, a cat hero fighting the urge to burst out laughing and a bug heroine stirring awake. "Hmm...what happened Chaton?" Marinette hummed out, still half asleep and she nuzzled against the hand that cupped her cheek. Adrien replied with a genuine, soft smile full of love and a bit of his feline mischievousness. "I'll tell you later, Bug. Get some sleep, okay?" He pressed a chaste kiss on her lips, gaining a brilliant smile in return as Marinette settled back to sleep, relishing the way his fingers combed through her bobbleless hair. 'Mission accomplished, Plagg,' Adrien mused to himself, winking at his kwami who peered out of his bag whilst Tikki shook her head at her counterpart; albeit with more love than anger. The boy dived back into his book, tuning out the discussions that the rest of his friends were sharing regarding the impertinent wench that was just gotten rid of. Hopefully, they won't be seeing her for a very long time. Jacques the pigeon would be delighted in making sure of that. After all: If you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy... . . . ~(x)~

Dictionary

'đéo' - Vietnamese for 'fuck no!'

'che cazzo è' - Italian for 'What the fuck is this?'

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Between the Walls, Chapter 4: Cheating the System (Dream SMP fic)

God dammit I forgot to post this before I passed out, so it’s a rare super late/early post from me XD

Word count: 5826

Summary: In which Tommy learns about many things. The purpose of the mob farm, what gunpowder is, and that Techno has a horse named Carl.

Over the course of the next couple days, Tommy learned several things. He learned that Techno’s favourite vegetable was a potato, something about it tasting like victory and being easy to grow. He learned that the upper floor of the house, the only space he had been unable to reach since digging upward tunnels was a bitch, housed not only Techno’s bed but a bell as well. Honestly, he was more surprised about the hybrid having a bed than anything else since he rarely seemed to sleep.

He also learned what the true purpose of the mob farm was.

The borrower had been looking out one of the many windows, still a bit anxious about being out in the open but ultimately adapting quite well to his new environment, when he spotted Techno outside. Nothing about this really interested him, he occasionally watched the hybrid gather resources nearby or take trips to the village to trade, but what caught his attention was the fact that Techno was going to the mob farm this time.

Now curious, he leaned against the window and watched as Techno brushed some freshly fallen snow off the ground, revealing a previously hidden trapdoor.

Seeing an opportunity to both mildly annoy Techno and figure out what was up with that random trap door, he quickly ducked into the nearby passage and made his way down to the ground. From there, he shimmied out of the entrance he had made in the wooden framework of the house, winding up on the stone stairs.

Entrances and exits to the house were always the first thing borrowers made. Escape routes were important and all, and he doubted the hybrid had noticed the practically invisible entrance, consisting of nothing other than a sheet of wood that could be moved back and forth.

It was a sliding door, Tubbo called it. He had picked up the design during a conversation with some other borrowers and shared it with Tommy once he got home. They had, naturally, tried it out and built their own special, hidden sliding door and used the space behind it as a sort of secret storage.

Hopefully it was still hidden, protecting the treasures they had gathered over the years. The sparkling red dust that Tubbo liked to mess with, the worn bee plushie, the old jukebox Tubbo had managed to fix up, and the discs they would listen to late at night.

Cat and Mellohi.

He skidded to a halt once he reached the railing, nearly falling off in the process, and quickly cupped his hands around his mouth.

“HEY TECHNOOOOOOO!” Tommy shouted at the top of his lungs. “BIG MAN! WHAT’RE YOU UP TO?!”

While the hybrid didn’t show any signs of being surprised, something that the borrower was just the slightest bit disappointed about, he did see those large, pointed ears twitch before Techno turned to face him. He waved both of his arms, bouncing up and down, and he watched as Techno reluctantly made his way over.

“So, what’s up with those trapdoors?” He immediately asked, leaning forward and peering around the hybrid as he tried to catch another glimpse of the aforementioned trapdoors. “Got some secret room full of women you’ve been hidin’?”

“... I don’t think there are any words in the English language to convey the emotion I just felt, and no.” Techno calmly replied. “It’s for the mob farm. The hoppers and chests.”

“... You keeping frogs down there?” Tommy grinned as he heard the disappointed sigh the hybrid let out in response to his question. He had no clue what a hopper was, but it sounded weird.

“It’d be easier to just show you.” Techno said, choosing to completely ignore the borrower’s question as the last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge it. “C’mere-”

“Wait! Wait! Don’t pick me up! Blade, let me ride on your shoulder!” Tommy exclaimed as he clasped his hands together. “It’ll be cool!”

“Wh-no.” Techno balked at the request. “That is possibly the worst idea I’ve ever heard on so many levels.”

“But I’ll be tall-”

“And that’s even more of an incentive to say no.”

Tommy inhaled and used his backup plan. “Please, please, please, please please, please, please, please-”

His pleading was cut off when Techno reached out and picked him up, yet again without bothering to warn the borrower. He was moments away from shouting, wanting to curse the hybrid for making a habit out of randomly picking him up, but the sudden drop onto Techno’s shoulder cut him off.

Immediately, he found himself surrounded by the fluffy trim of the cape and he impulsively ran a hand through the surprisingly soft material. It was warm, very warm, due to both the body heat the hybrid was giving off as well as the natural insulation provided by the cape. He glanced upwards, noticing the large, pointed ear above him, and a mischievous grin crossed his face.

The borrower quickly inhaled and, without warning, blew a quick puff of air up towards Techno’s ear. He was immediately rewarded with a full body shudder from the hybrid as his ear twitched wildly. That evil look appeared once more, and he quickly inhaled-

Just in time to be met with a sharp flick on his forehead. It was Techno’s retaliation, and he let out a loud yelp before massaging the aching spot.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

“You acting like a gremlin.” The hybrid replied while staring at the borrower out of the corner of his eye. Tommy nervously swallowed. “And don’t do that again.”

“R-Right! Got it, big man!”

With that boundary drawn, Techno made his way back over to the trapdoors. He ignored the surprised shout that came from Tommy as he started moving as well as the uncomfortable memories that roiled in his mind. Moments of people whispering as he passed, pointing at him.

At his ears.

Looks of disgust and distrust, as though he were some kind of freak walking through the streets. The insults and jeers that filled his childhood, eventually turning to words of praise and awe-

He suppressed the shudder and pushed down the images that plagued his mind of a time that had long since passed. There was no point dwelling on such things, remembering them, and in an attempt to distract himself, he opened the trapdoors and jumped down.

Whatever Tommy was expecting when the duo descended into the room connected to the mob farm, it certainly wasn’t this.

He could see the faint glow coming from those weird blocks, something he still needed to ask Techno about, lighting up the small space. The room itself was made out of stone, smelling faintly of dirt, and featured some chests that had been placed directly below the glowing blocks. Some strange, metal devices linked the two, and the borrower briefly wondered whether those were the “hoppers” Techno had talked about.

Before he could ask what anything was, or why the hybrid had decided to make the farm in the first place, Techno made his way over to one of the chests, crouched down, and opened it, revealing all the loot that the mob farm had generated while the borrower had been acting as bait.

There were some drops that Tommy was familiar with, the bones and rotten flesh being the main ones. Back in Borrowton, there had been groups who would go out and scavenge what loot they could find after the mobs had burnt up in the bright sunlight. It had been a dangerous job, but the rewards were worth it.

Especially when the occasional chunk of iron was found. He would never be able to forget Tubbo’s excited rambling about what new tools would be made. Fixing old, broken things was his favourite pastime, even more so when he and Tommy got something out of it, and it was one of the main sources of motivation for Tommy to go out and steal things.

Well, that and spite.

Bones had been surprisingly rare with how common skeletons were supposed to be, but he had always supposed that was because of the local wolf population getting to them first. No one wanted to challenge the local wildlife, even if it meant getting vital supplies.

However, the rest of the items left Tommy scratching his head in confusion as he tried to figure out what they were. One looked like some weird, reddish eye. String, or something that resembled string, was also pretty common and he quietly wondered if that was from the occasional spider he had seen. The only other thing he struggled to identify were the random piles of some strange, grey coloured powder.

Interestingly enough, it was these piles of powder that Techno seemed the most interested in, based on the appreciative hum he let out upon seeing how much had been collected.

“It’s gunpowder.” The hybrid replied. After hearing the confused noise the borrower made, he continued speaking. “Creepers drop it.”

“Oh.” Tommy had seen the large, somewhat fuzzy, green mob before. It was always from a distance since they apparently exploded. “So it blows up?”

Techno just grinned in response as he slowly sorted through the loot, gathering as much of the gunpowder as he could and adding it to a bag, making the borrower instinctively shudder. There was just something about that look, the amount of malice he radiated that made him want nothing more than to run, to hide and find somewhere he would be safe.

He hated it, of course, and determinedly shoved the emotions down. He was a big man, and he wouldn’t show any fear! He was stronger than that!

“Bit of a shit explanation, that is.” Tommy huffed. “Just smilin’ like someone who’s scheming. Are you scheming, Blade?”

“Not at all.” The sarcastic drawl clearly indicated otherwise, but the borrower decided not to press any further. He had his own things to worry about and the last thing he wanted was to get caught up in whatever Techno was hinting at.

Prioritize, Tommy had to prioritize. For as much as he unintentionally enjoyed his time with the hybrid, it would be best if he kept his distance as much as possible and only interacted when he really needed to. Less attachment would make it easier to leave.

It was a sound plan.

Too bad Tommy always sucked at following plans.

The next day, he ended up learning that Techno used to have a horse named Carl.

The loud bang that shook the house, walls trembling before going still, was the first indication Tommy had that something bad had happened. The next was the furious, yet short-lived, shouting he heard coming from the front yard. He faintly heard something about a retirement fund?

He didn’t really care about whatever a retirement fund was as most of his attention was focused on whatever could make Techno sound so angry. It was the first time he had ever heard such anger from the hybrid, which was concerning in and of itself, and he hesitantly made his way out towards the shouting. After creeping through his hidden door, he found Techno pacing in the snow, a somewhat crumpled piece of paper held in his hands.

Maybe that was the source of his anger…?

“Uh, Blade?” Tommy hesitantly called out. He cringed as the hybrid whirled around, red eyes shining with rage, and quietly wondered why he always got himself into these stupidly dangerous situations. “You… lookin’ a bit mad there, bruv-”

“They took Carl.”

“Uh, Carl?”

“My horse.” Techno replied, voice strangely monotone after his enraged outburst moments ago. “He’s stuck in some underground maze.”

“... So, when are we breaking him out?”

“We?” The hybrid repeated, anger fading as it was replaced by confusion.

“Well, yeah! You think I can’t help?!”

“... You’re a tiny person-”

“I am a big man with a big brain!” Tommy retorted as he pointed a finger at Techno. “And I’m great at puzzles-”

That was an absolute lie, Tubbo had always been the better out of the two when solving puzzles or riddles. He was far more patient than Tommy.

“Plus they’re probably counting on you being alone and stuff, not having a master puzzle solver with you!”

The hybrid hated to admit it, but in a way Tommy did have a point. Though he doubted the kid was as much of a master at solving puzzles as he claimed, his diminutive size could come in handy, and the sooner he got Carl out of that maze, the better.

“Alright-”

“Yes!” The borrower cheered, eagerly hopping into the offered hand before jumping onto Techno’s shoulder. He quickly made himself comfy, ignoring the exasperated look on Techno’s face, and tapped the side of his neck. “Let’s go!”

“I have to get supplies.”

“... Let’s go after we get supplies!”

Fortunately, preparing for their journey did not take long, and in no time at all, Techno set out and strode into the tundra. As they were leaving, Tommy noticed how some of the stones that made up the front porch were cracked. He could see the point of impact and how the damage spread outwards.

Had… had Techno punched it?

It took all of his strength to suppress his laughter, and even then he caught a glimpse of the hybrid staring at him in confusion before shaking his head. Nope, Techno was not going to ask about what that laughter was about. He had more important things to focus on at the moment, like getting to wherever the hell this maze was, and ignoring the inane chatter coming from the borrower.

By the time the sun had begun to set, the pair reached their destination.

“So I guess this is where your horse is.” Tommy commented as he stared at the stone entryway leading deep underground. His eyes momentarily lingered on the strange, orange, glowing things in the ground before he looked up at Techno. He couldn’t see much of the hybrid’s face due to his vantage point, but he could easily see how tense his jaw was.

Gritting his teeth as he thought about the best way to solve this maze without losing one of his lives, Carl, or his items.

“Yeah.” He grumbled as he approached the entrance, eyes briefly scanning over the sign that stated only he could enter. A quick hit with his axe split the wooden sign in half, pieces tumbling to the ground as he made his way forward.

“Apparently, if any blocks get broken Carl’s gonna burn to death.” The hybrid explained, descending into the start of the maze. “If it was anything else I’d get someone, probably Skeppy, to do it for me, but I don’t want someone to troll me by breaking a block and killing Carl.”

He then glanced down at Tommy. “And that’s where you come in.”

“... We’re gonna cheat the system?”

“Absolutely.”

“Fuck yeah!” Tommy cheered, throwing his arms up into the air in excitement. “Pog! We’ve gotta rub it in their stupid faces after we get Carl back!”

That got a small smile out of Techno, and he felt his mood lift for the first time since reading that stupid note. The kid could be so damn obnoxious and annoying, but sometimes he was alright.

So, after quickly checking out the nearby chest to see if there was any loot in it and finding nothing, he moved on and investigated the lectern nearby. He picked up the book resting on it, and opened it.

Huh, at least whoever designed this place was nice enough to leave hints.

Techno scanned over the words written in the book as he glanced at the arrows on the wall. “So, they need to be in a specific pattern-”

“I’ve got this.” Tommy scoffed as he cut Techno off. “Just lift me up to one of those frames and I’ll handle the rest.”

Mildly intrigued to see what the borrower had in mind, the hybrid held out a hand for Tommy to jump into. From there, he lifted the kid up to the item frame and watched as he skillfully jammed a tiny knife into the space between the frame and the wall, wiggled it loose, and slipped into the crack.

Suddenly, the arrow on the item frame started turning, rotating in place until Techno heard a click come from it. The borrower stuck his head out of the crack and grinned. “Got it! Take me to the next one!”

This process was repeated with each of the item frames, Tommy prying them open and messing with the redstone behind the wall until the arrow was in the correct position. Hardly any time had passed before the final click sounded and a section of the wall slid open.

Techno grinned. “... So you were a good investment-”

“Fuck yeah!” Tommy smirked while flexing his arms. “Big brain move to invest in these muscles!”

“... I take it back.”

“Hey!”

Progressing deeper into the maze, Techno easily kicking aside the empty lectern that was in his way, he took note of the bed placed in a cramped corner and the sign above it. A warning of death and respawns, and the implications made him snort in amusement.

Him? Die in this stupid maze? Not going to happen when he had Tommy to throw into the dangerous sections. Speaking of which…

“Time for you to do your thing.” He said as he scooped the borrower off his shoulder and placed him on the ground. “Apparently there’s a lot of death up ahead, probably lava. Try not to die.”

“Awwwww, the Blade cares-”

“It’d be a pain in the ass to replace you.”

“... Fucking dick.” Tommy grumbled as he stomped off. “It’d be impossible to replace me, you can’t replace perfection!”

He didn’t bother listening to whatever the hybrid’s response was as, in a mildly unnerving display of attention and focus, he approached the latest challenge he needed to overcome.

Tommy hummed as he investigated the next section of the maze. It certainly looked complicated, with all the pressure plates and strange devices, but there were two things that he quickly noticed that left him grinning. The first was that the pressure plates didn’t really detect him thanks to how small he was, and the other was that not all of the stone blocks were perfectly flush with one another, leaving the occasional gap that was just big enough for him to fit through.

Perfect.

He cracked his knuckles and got to work.

Crawling through the gaps yielded several pieces of information, the main one being that Techno had been correct in his guess that there would be lava. There were tons of spots where it had been used, each dead end filled with the glowing, molten fluid. It was chilling to realize how many times whoever kidnapped Carl wanted Techno to die, and Tommy could not help but wonder why.

Why steal Techno’s horse? Why go through all the trouble?

Something else he noticed was the strange, dark coloured sand with swirls and shapes in it. He had been hesitant to walk in it at first, and when he did he noticed that the sand seemed to stick to his boots, making it hard for him to move at anything other than a snail’s pace. Fortunately, he was able to easily skip these sections and in no time at all, he found himself staring at another lectern.

Fuck yeah!

With a victorious grin on his face, the borrower scampered back through the cracks and gaps in the blocks before finding his way back to Techno.

“You solved it?”

“Of course I did! Big man, I better get a reward for this-”

“Your reward is me not punting you every time you decide to act like a gremlin child.” The hybrid teased as he stepped forward and scooped the sputtering Tommy up. He stepped onto the pressure plate, momentarily disoriented as he was moved around, and then gestured for the borrower to begin guiding him.

Every so often, Tommy would get Techno to pause as he quickly checked to make sure the path they were following was correct before continuing to lead him. He could feel both his pride and ego swelling at his success, even after the teasing from earlier. This maze was easy!

And that thought stayed in his mind for only a couple of seconds before the pair reached the next section. While the borrower did not see the hint, he did catch sight of the smile that crossed Techno’s face once he was done reading it, which made him smile too.

Oh yeah, this next part was gonna be easy as hell-

Or so the borrower thought, until he was blasted in the face by the roaring heat of a room full of lava. The viscous fluid dripped from the ceiling and filled the pit which took up the bottom of the room. Several tiny platforms were suspended above the deadly obstacle, and multiple ladders lined the walls.

“It’s all fucking lava!” Tommy shrieked, voice cracking painfully. “Techno, move!”

“Gimme a sec.” Techno tersely replied as he jumped from the starting platform to the nearest ladder. His concentration was momentarily thrown off as he felt a pair of arms wrap around the side of his neck and a tiny body press itself against him.

It was Tommy, and he was trembling in fear.

Discomfort ran through him, but the hybrid ignored it as he continued to jump from ladder to platform. He carefully dodged the bits of lava that fell from the ceiling and unconsciously raised the shoulder the borrower was on, blocking any potential lava that might land on him.

It was a gesture that only Tommy noticed, his eyes widening in surprise as the protective positioning registered. It was just like back with the librarian. Techno was trying to keep him safe…

Soon enough, Techno’s boots hit stone. This sound snapped Tommy out of his dazed state, and he awkwardly let go of the neck he had been clinging to and looked off to the side.

Don’t say anything, just don’t mention it-

“Welp, hope you don’t mind more lava-”

“THERE’S MORE?!” The borrower wailed as he looked in front of them, taking in the multiple different pathways that were full of lava. “WHY THE FUCK IS THERE MORE?!”

“Bruh, if you’re gonna keep being so loud I’m sticking you in a bottle.”

“Technoblade, you’re subjecting me to this torture again! Wh-what about my emotions?! The trauma?! I’ll never be able to look at anything orange ever again!” Just as Tommy was about to continue his rant, Techno lifted a bottle of some strange, glowing liquid up for him to see.

“It’s a good thing I decided to brew a fire resistance potion, then.”

“... A what?” The borrower blinked in confusion, and the hybrid rolled his eyes before explaining further.

“It’ll make us immune to fire damage for a bit-”

“Immune-why didn’t you use that in the other room then?!”

“I didn’t wanna waste it, duh.”

He ignored the enraged sputtering coming from Tommy and quickly splashed some of the potion on the kid, getting a loud curse in response, before dousing himself with the rest of it. After quickly checking to make sure the fire resistance was actually working on the borrower, a quiet sigh of relief escaping him when he saw those signature orange swirls, he then glanced at the hint book.

He who fails, may lose, but maybe not again…

Again…?

“Two, maybe?” Techno mumbled to himself as he approached the second opening. He both felt and heard Tommy start to panic, listened to the anxious mumbles and felt the nervous shifting on his shoulder, and decided it was best to get this part over and done with.

Without warning the borrower, he quickly lunged into the lava, pushed through it, and found himself in a stream of water. He was immediately met with more shouting courtesy of Tommy.

“What the fuck, man?! Why the fuck would you do that without warning me?!”

“So I didn’t have to listen to your yelling…” Techno started to say, but his voice trailed off as he looked down the next passage and noticed something moving in the distance.

Something horse shaped and wearing diamond armor.

“CARL!”

He immediately raced off, passing the two rooms that had clearly been left open on accident in his haste to get to his horse. Tommy was nearly knocked off his shoulder, but just barely managed to hold on thanks to the fur trim behind him.

“How about a bit of warning, next time?!” The borrower shouted, ultimately being ignored as Techno chose to focus on showering Carl with love and affection instead. He whispered gently to the horse, brushing a hand through Carl’s mane and promising that they would be home soon, that everything would be alright.

Tommy pretended to gag. “Can’t believe you’re going soft, Blade, and over a horse too.”

“I’ll have you know that Carl is the best horse in the world, and deserves nothing less than perfection.” Techno proudly stated. He looked so happy, definitely the happiest Tommy had ever seen him, and it was so…

Weird.

Rather than continue to tease the hybrid further, the borrower just let out a loud, exasperated sigh, arms dropping to his sides. “Well you better finish up your reunion so we can get outta here!”

Unfortunately for Tommy, it was this outburst that caught the horse’s attention. Carl let out a snort and shifted so his muzzle was pointed at Techno’s shoulder where the borrower was. Tommy winced as he felt a puff of warm air run over him before frantically looking at Techno. “What the fuck do I do?!”

“Relax, Carl’s just saying hello.”

“... So I should say hay back-” The pun was cut off by a quick flick to Tommy’s forehead. As the borrower grumbled as rubbed at the sore spot, Techno offered his own suggestion.

“The last thing you should do is offend Carl, especially with any of your shitty jokes-”

“They’re not shit!”

Carl let out snort of his own at Tommy’s objection, as if disagreeing with the borrower despite only having just met him a couple moments prior, making Techno let out his own laugh.

“I can’t believe I’m being bullied by a bastard and his horse.” Tommy grumbled. He was snapped out of his sour mood when another puff of warm air rolled over him, Carl still clearly intrigued by the tiny being. Feeling both curious and nervous, Tommy hesitantly held a hand out towards the horse.

“Hello there… Carl…”

This was insanity, absolute insanity, and the borrower was certain he was going to die. However, his assumption was immediately disproven when the muzzle of the horse was pressed against his hand.

Unfortunately, the affectionate gesture was a bit too strong for Tommy, nearly knocking him over before Techno reached out to steady him.

“Looks like Carl approves.” The hybrid chuckled, getting a half-hearted glare from the borrower.

“At least he’s got good taste.” Tommy mumbled as he gently patted the horse, starting a bit more comfortable. “Everyone approves of me, I’m fantastic.”

“You keep telling yourself that.”

A couple more moments passed with Carl investigating the strange, tiny new creature before the horse let out a snort and shook his head. One of his hooves pawed at the ground, a clear sign that he was more than ready to leave the cramped space he had been stuck in.

Having saddled up Carl and made sure he was alright for the journey back home, the group emerged out of the dark tunnel into moonlight. Techno let out a quiet, relieved sigh, happy to be out of the cramped maze, while Tommy just slumped against the side of his neck. The duo were exhausted and both wanted nothing more than to pass out.

… But sleep was not the only thing on Tommy’s mind. He kept thinking back to the maze, to the puzzles he had helped the hybrid overcome. He had been helpful, very helpful, and it was likely Carl wouldn’t have been saved if it weren’t for him.

He was important, his help had been important, and he wanted to know if…

If Techno realized that.

He wanted the validation, craved it, and despite how anxious he was everything in him begged him to speak up and voice those words.

Ask him, ask him-

“Techno,” Tommy began, looking up so he could catch a glimpse of the hybrid’s face. “Did… did I do good?”

“No,” He felt his heart shatter hearing that word. Again, again someone had not thanked him for his work.

“You did great.” The rough sensation of a finger being pressed against the top of his head and ruffling his hair snapped Tommy out of his spiral, and by the time the ruffling stopped he was able to look up and see the smile on Techno’s face.

A true, genuine smile.

You did great.

Great.

...

Why?

Why had a man who was practically a stranger to him, someone he had known for less than a week, been able to say the words he had been dying to hear from the people who had known him since he was a child?

Why had one of the most emotionally reserved people Tommy had ever met been able to express the appreciation towards his actions that he had only ever experienced with Tubbo?

Why was Technoblade one of the two people he now felt safe around? How the hell had the hybrid managed to earn his trust so fast with how much of a prick he could be?! And why the fuck was he crying over something so stupid-

But it wasn’t stupid.

It was a sign of him being valued, being wanted. A sign that, despite how annoying and obnoxious he could be at times, someone cared about him. It was what had drawn him to Tubbo in the first place, the foundations of their friendship.

The fact that they genuinely cared about one another when no one else did.

I miss Tubbo.

A choked sob burst out of Tommy and he quickly pressed his forearm over his face as he struggled to suppress the sounds of his crying, damn he had been crying a lot.

He was unaware of how the ear above him twitched, Techno obviously hearing the sounds of his distress despite how hard he tried to hide it. He was equally unaware of the look of discomfort that briefly crossed the hybrid’s face before fading to neutrality.

Emotions, the last thing he wanted to deal with.

… Or really knew how to deal with. Years worth of being a social outcast, repressing his own emotions, and just having a general sense of anxiety towards interacting with people had left him woefully unprepared when it came to displaying empathy. The people who mattered most to him, Phil and-

The soothing sounds of someone playing a guitar. That teasing laughter and lighthearted sparkle in his eyes.

Wilbur.

Both of them knew, or had known, when he was trying to help out and show that empathy he struggled with. The words he was unable to say, always out of reach, conveyed through physical acts. The occasional, awkward hug, leaning against them…

Stealing Wilbur’s beanie and ruffling his hair, warm curls bouncing and wrapping around his fingers. The sounds of his laughter.

Fuck.

This was why he didn’t do emotions. Too many bad memories and negative feelings he didn’t want to deal with.

After what felt like an eternity passed, with Techno being seconds away from breaking down and begging the borrower to just stop being sad please I don’t know how to deal with this, he heard the kid sitting on his shoulder let out a shaky sigh.

“Fuckin’ bullshit is what it is.” Tommy bitterly mumbled, arms crossed and posture defensive. Techno let out a soft hum of agreement, and the borrower could feel the corresponding rumble through the neck he was leaning against. He instinctively started relaxing, sighing softly as his eyes closed.

Neither of the duo made any mention of what had just happened, both uncomfortable with the display of emotions for various reasons, but the awkward air lingered.

It was suffocating and only brought attention back to what had just happened, making it impossible to escape from the embarrassing display of feelings. As such, Tommy cleared his throat and decided to strike up a conversation.

“So, what about me?”

“Heh?” Techno blinked and tried to stare at the borrower, only really succeeding in catching a glimpse of his sprawled out legs.

“You’ve got this cool horse and all,” He started to ramble, gesturing with his arms despite knowing that the hybrid had no way to see. “With-with diamond armor, or some crap-”

“I should start trying to upgrade Carl’s armor.” Techno suddenly said, tuning out Tommy’s rambling as he contemplated whether it would be worth it to try and make netherite horse armor. “He deserves it.”

“I am talking, bruv! I thought you had manners?!” Tommy huffed as he angrily jabbed the side of the hybrid’s neck. He openly scowled when Techno started laughing.

“You were talking? I thought that was a fly buzzing around-”

“Prick!”

The insult was followed by more slapping as Techno laughed loud enough to nearly knock the borrower off his shoulder. He just barely managed to grab onto the furry trim of the cape as he glared up at Techno.

“You keep fucking picking on me for bein’ short and shit.”

“I don’t pick on you because you’re short. I pick on you because it’s easy.”

“Well… well your mum’s easy.” Tommy grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side. He ignored how Techno continued to laugh, or he did until he came up with a suitable rebuttal.

“... I think I’d like a moth as a cool animal friend.”

Yup, that got the laughter to stop immediately. “Tommy, you’re not keeping a moth in my house.”

“It’s our house, bruv! And she’d be nice!” Tommy continued, pretending he didn’t hear Techno speak. “I’d have to give her a great name though. How about Clementine?”

“Tommy if you let one moth into my house, I swear-”

The borrower burst into loud cackles, arms braced against his stomach as he threw his head back and laughed. He tilted backwards, nearly falling off of his perch, and just barely managed to righten himself. Due to this, he didn’t catch the faint smile that crossed the hybrid’s face, nor did he see how those red eyes seemed to brighten for a moment, despite the inner turmoil that the owner felt.

Maybe, just maybe, Techno could admit to himself that it was nice having some company.

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The Dark Plans of the Dark Sides (1/2)

Part 2

Summary: Virgil wants a change and to join the light sides. Janus along with Remus encourage him to go and do it.

Warnings: Panic Attacks, U!Patton & U!Roman, weapons, threats

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Janus walked down the hall quietly, looking down at the philosophy book in his gloved hands.

There was suddenly a crash in the kitchen.

Janus dropped his book running to the kitchen. In there he saw Virgil kneeling on the floor with a huge puddle of water and glass shards everywhere. Janus sighed walking slowly closer, “Virgil?”

Virgil looked up tears in his eyes before glancing back at the glass, he was struggling to breathe, it had just come on so suddenly.

Janus gently reached down pulling Virgil up off the floor and lifted him carrying the anxious side to the couch. Janus sat holding him close, “remember, in for 4 seconds, hold for 7 seconds, out for 8 seconds.” he whispered tapping the rhythm on Virgil’s shoulder. “You’re safe, thunderstorm.”

Virgil nodded resting his head on Janus’ shoulder as he struggled to breath, slowly breathing with the rhythm of Janus’ tapping.

As Virgil got calmer Janus stopped tapping and just rubbed Virgil’s back. “What happened?”

“Panic attack.” Virgil mumbled gripping onto Janus’ capelet.

“All so suddenly?”

“Yeah… It’s ok, and I could clean up the kitchen.”

“Nope.” Janus shook his head, “I’m going to go clean the kitchen, you are going to rest.”

“No, Jan-”

“Yes.” Janus let go of Virgil and stood up, “Remus!” he called out.

Remus popped in instantaneously, “Hey snakey.” he grinned maniacally.

Janus nodded, “Please take Virgil to his room, he needs to rest.”

Remus’ smile fell and he became a bit more serious as he glanced at Virgil with a soft and slightly saddened look, “Panic attack?”

“Yean… but I’m fine.”

Remus nodded then scooped him up, “Well off to rest for you Emo Raccoon, maybe later we could play clue?”

Virgil nodded and held onto Remus.

Remus nodded to Janus before sinking out.

Janus sighed looking up at the ceiling when they left, he slowly walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a towel. He took off his capelet and hat then put dish gloves over his own before kneeling down on the floor and soaking the water up with the towel. Janus pulled out the trash discarding of the large glass pieces before he was able to vacuum up the rest.

Janus finished after not too long and got up, he got a glass of water and a bottle of grape Gatorade before going to Virgil’s room. Knocking lightly before he opened the door, Janus walked inside, he walked over to the side of the bed and put the water and Gatorade on the nightstand then looked at the bed.

Virgil was asleep under the covers and his weighted blanket, Remus was still there having not left him and was cuddling Virgil not leaving the other.

Remus glanced up half awake, “Join us?” he whispered.

Janus nodded laying down and getting under the covers cuddling the two, he fell asleep after a little while.

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Virgil sat in the living room staring at a mirror on a wall, though it was more like a window. A window showing whatever one wanted to see. He was staring at the light sides quietly, all of them interacting with Thomas.

Janus walked into the room and saw as he walked over, he sighed softly and hugged Virgil, “what’s up?”

“I… I just wonder what it’s like there.”

“Don’t know… Virgil would you like to go there.”

“What? No! Of course not.” Virgil shook his head looking at Janus with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Janus pulled Virgil close, “I know you’re lying. You don’t have to be scared, I know you wouldn’t be abandoning us.”

“I know… I guess I just want…”

“Change?”

“Kinda.” Virgil nodded and sighed, he brushed his hand over the mirror making it just reflect them.

“Well you’re anxiety and change is scary.”

Virgil nodded, “what if they don’t like me.”

“You’ll be allowed back here, and if you’re lonely I’ll be there right away.”

Virgil nodded.

“You should do it.”

“Alright… tomorrow?” Virgil asked softly, looking at Janus.

Janus nodded, “tomorrow.”

Virgil touched the scales on Janus’ face for a moment before hugging him tightly. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, storm cloud.”

Remus popped in and looked at the two cuddled on the floor. He went over lifting them up and sitting on the couch holding them. “What’s wrong?”

“Virgil is going to go, he wants to join the core.”

Remus nodded instantly hugging tighter, “watch out for my brother! He’s insufferable.” He groaned with a laugh.

Virgil smiled, “and you’re not?!”

“Of course not.” Remus grinned.

Janus shook his head, “lies.”

They all sat cuddled on the couch not leaving each other, at least for now.

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Virgil woke in the morning still on the couch with Janus and Remus. He yawned slowly pulling himself out of the cuddle pile only for Janus’ arms to constrict around him holding him in place.

“You’re not leaving without breakfast and a proper goodbye.” Janus mumbled, opening his eyes.

Virgil nodded softly, “I’d never leave without those.”

Janus nodded letting go.

Virgil got up then walked away to his room.

Janus pushed Remus causing him to fall off the couch and to the floor, but still fast asleep. Janus shook his head laughing softly as he went to the kitchen starting to make pancakes.

Remus woke up as soon as he started smelling food. He jumped to his feet running over to the kitchen, “breakfast?”

“Yep. I made your pancakes specially, tuna and broccoli.” Janus laughed.

“Aw thanks Janny.”

Janus nodded smiling.

Remus skipped down the hall going to Virgil’s room.

Virgil had a bag packed and was just putting the last of his things in it.

Remus opened the door walking in. He looked around the room, “you’re really going...”

“Yeah… before my anxiety tells me to stop.”

Remus nodded and went over and hugged him, “I’ll miss you.”

Virgil hugged back, “I’ll miss you too.” He sighed.

Remus let go before snatching a stuffed crow, spider, cat, raccoon, he had once made Virgil off the bed “you better not be leaving Nightmare.”

Virgil laughed, shaking his head, “I’d never even think I’d leaving it.”

Remus nodded handing it over.

There was a light knock on the door, Janus stood there leaning against the door frame. “Breakfast time.”

They walked out of the room and all sat at the table in the kitchen eating in anything but silence, seemingly not wanting to lose a minute with Virgil. Just talking about anything that came to mind.

Virgil sighed finishing his food, “I… I think it’s time.”

Janus nodded getting up. He grabbed Virgil's bag then went over giving him a hug, “I’ll visit you soon.”

Virgil nodded, wiping away tears and hugging back. “You better, or I’ll think you abandoned me.” He laughed slightly.

“Don’t worry, we never will.”

“I’ll never abandon you either. I love you guys.” Virgil said looking at Janus then Remus.

Janus hugged him tighter, “love you too.”

Remus hopped up from the table, “love you!”

Virgil peeled himself out of their grip then took a step back, “goodbye.”

They nodded watching Virgil disappear, leaving.

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Virgil appeared in the living room of the other sides, greeted with glares of the happy go lucky sides. “H-hi…”

“Villain… what are you doing here?” Creativity growled.

Logic shot creativity a look before shaking his head and sinking out.

Creativity got out pulling a sword out of thin air and pressing it against Anxiety’s neck. “Don’t get in my way.” He said before sinking out.

Morality sat on the couch glaring before standing up walking over, “you’re just evil aren’t you?” He asked with a bite to his tone.

Virgil stared his eyes welling up with tears, he should’ve known… he wouldn’t be accepted just showing up… they had always saw them as evils only hurting Thomas. He took a deep breath as he felt his anxiety rising.

Morality watched before bursting out into light hearted giggles, “don’t worry anxiety, we’ll see eye to eye soon enough.” He winked, his eyes glowing a bright aqua blue before he sunk out.

Virgil fell down to his knees as soon as he was alone, tears running down his face. He could do this… he’ll be accepted soon enough, it would be fine. He shook his head breathing before disappearing to his new room.

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