#fanfiction preview | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 6 months

Note

Hey could you do a Opla with Zoro x reader x Sanji? Where she is from a world without magic (like ours) and wants to find a way to get back home to her family. An Zoro catches feelings for her. (The restaurant scene but with y/n, making Zoro jelly asf.)

Reader getting isekai'd into One Piece LA?? OH I AM SO DOWN FOR THIS—

And I haven't written Zoro in an actual fanfic yet (on Tumblr at least, and it's been probably over ten years since the last time I DID write him), so again. So unbelievably down for this.

I can already tell this is going to be a little on the long side (spanning from just before Baratie to probably just after Cocoyasi Village), and I'm a little bogged down on my other fics, so here's a preview.

Genres/tropes will include humor, angst, hurt/comfort, slow-burn, love triangle, and honestly who knows what else

::BIG HECKIN EDIT BRO::

Clicky here for the full first chapter

Strawhat Stowaway

Just a preview

Probably gonna be working on this all night this is so much fun I can't

I cannot thank you enough for this anon I needed it

After an alcohol drenched Halloween party at your friends' dorm, you wake up to find yourself in a strange place. This might not have been terribly alarming...if not for the fact that said "strange place" is an entirely different world.

There really hadn't been a dull moment since Zoro agreed to sail with Luffy, and this was definitely no exception.

He blinked rapidly down at the unfamiliar girl stretched across the hammock, in the cabin below the quarterdeck of the Going Merry, fast asleep and dressed in an oddly sterotypical pirate costume with what looked like a fake flintlock pistol tucked into one of her cloth belts. The small "crew" hadn't long set out from Syrup Village with their new caravel, and already things were getting weird again.

He backed out of the cabin slowly, leaning back through the doorway to look at the others behind him—Nami going over the Grand Line chart, Usopp sitting on the railing behind her listening to her explain the Red Line; and Luffy, reclined back on the ship's figurehead, still clearly thrilled that his plan to get a free ship had worked out in his favor, nevermind the hiccup of all of them nearly dying—again.

"Uh—hey, guys?" The other three looked up at him, Nami lifting an eyebrow at his offhand tone. "I...think we have a stowaway."

"Excuse me?" said Nami sharply, immediately rolling up the map.

"Whoa, seriously? We've got a—" Luffy slid down from the figurehead and hopped down onto the deck, excitable as ever and hurrying over with Usopp and Nami to look over Zoro's shoulder. He laughed a little. "Cool."

"Wh—this isn't cool," said Nami, shaking her head at Luffy in disbelief. "It's technically kidnapping."

Luffy's face fell at that. "Oh—yeah, probably not cool. Uh...." He rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing between his crewmates. "So...do we turn around and take her back?"

"She's not from Syrup Village." Zoro glanced over his shoulder at Usopp, who looked easily as flummoxed as the rest of them. "I mean, it's not a big town, I know everyone there, and...." He shook his head slowly. "Never seen her before."

Of course it couldn't be that simple. Nothing was ever that simple.

"Then how did she end up on a ship that's been sitting in the shipyard there for years?" said Nami, crossing her arms as she leaned in the doorframe behind Zoro, frowning thoughtfully.

"Five hundred Berry says there was booze involved," offered Zoro, and she scoffed.

"Not taking that bet."

And that was the moment you woke.

Rubbing your eyes, stretching and slowly opening your eyes.

Blinking just as slowly as you seemed to take in the strangers huddled in the doorway.

And then, with a yelp of alarm, you sat straight up, attempting to back yourself against the wall, and fell off of the hammock entirely instead, scooting yourself back into a corner, your eyes wide as saucers.

"Wh—who—where the hell—?"

The crew glanced between each other in growing concern and alarm, and finally, while you continued to stammer in fright in the corner looking very much like a trapped animal, Nami heaved out a sigh. "Not it."

"Not it," Usopp echoed quickly.

Luffy was utterly unfazed, shoving himself into the small confines of the doorframe as well, his shoulder pressed up against Zoro's arm. "Hi there! I'm Monkey D. Luffy, this is my first mate Zoro—" Zoro rolled his eyes toward the ceiling as Luffy clapped him on the shoulder. "So..." He pushed through and sat down in the center of the hammock and you pressed yourself further back against the wall, looking no less terrified. "How come you were asleep on our ship?"

"Sh—ship—?" you repeated breathlessly, glancing warily between him and Zoro. Your eyes landed on the three katanas at his hip and widened even further.

"Yeah! We're going to the Grand Line," Luffy said, grinning happily. "You can come with us, I'm still gathering a crew. I'm gonna be King of the Pi—ow, hey!" he added as Zoro grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Not helping, captain," he said, dragging him out of the cabin. "Just go do—go do something else."

"I am kinda hungry," he said, frowning. Then he waved at Nami and Usopp. "Hey guys, crew meeting in the kitchen!"

Nami grumbled something about not being a crew, but despite that and rolling her eyes, both she amd Usopp followed Luffy across the deck and out of sight, roping Zoro right into dealing with...whatever the hell this was. The swordsman leaned in the doorframe for a long, silent moment, hand curled over his mouth, brow furrowed, trying to decide how to address the issue. The fact that you had no idea where you were was definitely not a huge help in the matter.

He pulled his hand down with a sigh, crossing his arms.

"Alright, so...you got a name?" he asked finally. You swallowed, eyeing his swords again as you forced out your name—and then pointed at the swords.

"A-are those—real?" Your voice practically squeaked.

"Uh...yeah," he said slowly, glancing down at the handles briefly before looking back at you again, raising his eyebrows. He glanced at the obviously fake gun in your belt, and nodded at it. "What about that?"

"N—no, why the hell would I be carrying around a real—" You shook your head quickly, your eyes Stull wide with disbelief. "I was at a Halloween party at my friend's dorm and—"

"Hollow-what?"

You blinked, and gave a small, nervous laugh. "What?" you forced out weakly. "Halloween? Kids go trick-or-treating, college kids use it as an excuse to dress up in stupid costumes and get drunk?"

"Trick-or— college?"

This definitely wasn't helping—you were staring at him like he had lived under a rock his whole life, he was staring at you like you were speaking another language, and you might as well have been. It was pretty clear that wherever you had come from, it hadn't been Syrup Vilage. It probably hadn't been anywhere even in the East Blue.

But that didn't make any sense at all.

"Look," he said, shaking his head, shaking away the growing fog of confusion. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I—ah..." You grimaced a little, wrapping your arms around your knees. "I vaguely remember getting talked into doing a keg stand, one of my friends dropping me, hitting my head pretty hard." You rubbed at your left temple a moment, and frowned when you pulled your hand back. "I swear I was bleeding...." you mumbled to yourself, rubbing at your eyes now.

"So...you got drunk at this... 'Halloween' thing," said Zoro slowly, "hit your head, and...stumbled onto a shipyard to sleep it off?"

That didn't sound right to him—nor did it seem to sound right to you, as you lowered your hand only from your eyes to stare at him, your expression deadpan.

"Last I checked," you said, "there weren't any ships near my campus."

"...Right," he said, nodding slowly. He rubbed at the back of his neck, resting his other elbow at the hilt of one of his katanas, trying to form some grasp of the situation.

And failing spectacularly.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about," you said, your shoulders slumping.

"Nope," affirmed Zoro, shrugging a shoulder. This was by far the weirdest thing that had happened since he had started following Luffy—and considering he had just assisted in saving a millionaire heiress from being murdered by grown adults dressed like cats, that was saying quite a lot. "No idea."

#opla #opla zoro #opla fanfiction #fanfiction preview #zoro #zoro one piece #zoro x reader

168 notes · View notes

ink-and-blood-goddess · 3 months

Text

The Gental Giant Part II Preview

Suddenly you heard a loud banging noise coming from somewhere, jolting you out of your deep sleep. The sudden noise nearly made you jump out of bed, making your heart race in the process.

Quickly, you looked over at your alarm clock. 2:28 AM. You let out a very deep sigh, as you threw off the blankets and got out of bed. The banging grew louder and louder as you came out of your bedroom. It was coming from your apartment door.

Who the fuck would be banging on your door at this hour? At this point, you felt very cautious at who was at your door. Slowly, you tipped toed over to the door to look through the peephole.

Nobody there. This is very strange, even to you. Without thinking, you raised your hand up and began to unlock the deadbolts. You left the chain in place, for safety purposes whenever you’ve opened the door.

Slowly, you began opening the door a little bit. Light from the hallway came in through the crack of the doorway as you opened it. Before you could look through to see who it was, something heavy and fast crashed into it with you still behind.

You flew backwards and crashed into the end table next to the couch. A searing white, hot pain surged through your whole body as you felt broken shards of glass against your back. A tall dark shape stood over you, breathing heavily.

“Finally found you bitch,” the voice said. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t place it. As you tried to stand up on your two feet, something small and sharp jabbed straight into your upper arm near the shoulder. You gave out a small cry.

Lifting your other hand up, you touched the mysterious object and sent a shock through your whole body. It was a small syringe. You took it out quickly and tossed it across the room. All of a sudden, your whole body began to go numb.

Then you fell back to the floor and landed on your side. Whatever was injected into you, it worked very fast to knock you out like a light. The shadow figure walked over to you, grabbed your ankles, and started to drag you across the floor.

You felt the broken shards of glass dig deeper into your skin as you were dragged across the hardwood floor. Like tiny needles being pushed deeper and deeper into you. Every inch was getting weaker and weaker.

Without warning, you were thrown from the floor and onto something smooth and soft. You quickly found it was your bed. You were dragged into your bedroom, but for what reason? Your vision began to blur, losing focus on the figure.

“Finally,” the figure spoke, “after two fucking whole weeks, I’ve found you at last. It took awhile, but it was fucking worth it.” The voice said with so much glee. It sounded proud of itself. You started drifting away a bit, but you stayed awake. Both eyes fluttering open and closed.

Suddenly, you felt something sit down at the edge of your bed pulling you down almost. “I don’t know if you still remember me. It feels like forever, but it’s only been two weeks.” the voice said. You felt cold and rough fingers run up and down your neck gently. Then you felt a gloved hand grab ahold of your neck and began choking you.

The figure laughed in a sinister, playful way as you felt your airway being crushed. It felt very familiar. Then your memory started to rush back from that night. The night that it happened. It was the one that caught you before you could get away safely.

Charlie. The younger brother. The one that was about to get even with you after you pepper sprayed his older brother Terry in the eyes to let you go. He was going to do something worse to you, until showed up and stopped them both in time.

This time is different. This time, Bane won’t come and rescue you for the second time. You felt your heart stop a couple of times when that thought kept on racing through your mind. Then you felt a rush of air return to your breathless throat. Feeling his hand leave your poor neck alone.

You began coughing and hacking as the air rushed back into your lungs. Numbness took over your body, as you couldn’t move a muscle. Whatever he stuck you with, really worked fast. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Floating freely in a way.

“Do you remember Terry,” he continued on, “my older brother?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice. Since you couldn’t move much of your body, you slightly nodded your head yes. “Good. He’s dead, because of you.” He was getting more angry now.

Dead? How and when did this happen? All thoughts went straight to Bane. Bane nearly snapped the guy’s neck in two like a toothpick, the way he was holding him. But, is that possible to happen?

“If you thinking it was your lord and savior Bane that killed my brother. No, it wasn’t him. Do you know what really happened to him,” his voice was getting more and more serious now. Still not being able to move, you shook your head no back and forth slowly.

“After we got back to the group, our Commander was fucking pissed off for coming back all beat up and empty handed. When the both of us told him about Bane, he got so fucking scared. Anybody that crosses paths with him is a fucking goner. Both my brother and I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t hear us out. We were kicked out. Nobody stuck up for us either. Soon after, we were left to fend for ourselves in the desolate streets of this fucking city. We had no shelter, no food, and no place to sleep. He died days later, because of his injuries. Because of you, I watched my own flesh and blood painfully die in the streets and not in our shelter.”

All of a sudden, you were struck across the face with a big blow and you gave out a sharp cry. “I WATCHED MY OWN BROTHER DIE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU BITCH,” he yelled staright in your face, as you could smell alcohol from his foul breath. Tears began to stream down your face now. A sharp pain began to form on your face where you were struck.

“Now,” he went back to a normal tone, “now, this is where I get even with you.” You felt him on top of you now, crawling over your limp body. “Forget eye for an eye. I’m going to do something much worse to you and you won’t escape me this time.”

He bent himself down and whispered something into your ear. The words cut deep as shock went through your whole body. You began sobbing softly and uncontrollably, as you clutched onto the bed sheets.

“I’ve made it much easier for myself by sedating you, so that you don’t fight me and run off like last time,” he said as he lifted himself off of your body. You felt him grab ahold of your sweatpants and began pulling them down your legs slowly.

A cold shiver went down your spin as you felt his hands run up and down your bare legs. He was going to violate you and your body. You continued to sob, with tears blurring your vision now.

He got off the bed once again and stood at the foot of it. “Don’t you worry. Once I’m done with you, you’re going to be my property and nobody else’s.” He said as he started to unbuckle his pants.

When he was distracted with what he was doing, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. The same sound you heard that night and it was followed by heavy, raspy breathing. Your heart began to race as that sound became all too familiar with.

Your vision was blurring out from the tears, as a hulking, dark figure stood at the door frame of your bedroom. You couldn’t make a sound, as your mouth gaped open like a fish. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold of the doorway and behind the man that was going to violate you.

As he was about to pull his pants down, the dark figure grabbed him from behind and wrapped his large arms and hands around the man’s neck and face. He began to struggle as he tried to pry himself free from the figure’s harsh grasp.

“What have I told you little mouse,” he said through his mask, wrapping his large hands around his face, “about meeting again like this.” The sound of bone crunching broke through the silence and then there was a loud snap, as his head was twisted backwards. Soon after, the body dropped to the floor like a child’s rag doll.

“Now, see what you made me do. I did something unpleasant,” his voice began to fade away as the sedative took over the rest of your body, knocking you out finally. Darkness now covered your eyes.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Finally. Here's the preview of part II for The Gentle Giant. I was originally going to do it over the holidays, but visiting family and work kept me busy for a while.

So, part II is going to take much longer to write out since I still need to play catch up with other requests.

However, my inbox is back open for a limited time for Valentine's Day prompt requests which I will link below. If you want to make a request for something else, please do so. January 28th is going to be the last day for requests until I reopen my inbox for the next character list.

Valentin's Day Characters and Prompts

#fanfiction #fanfic #character x reader #x reader fanfiction #x reader fanfic #fanfiction blog #fanfic blog #fanfiction request #fanfic request #fanfiction preview #fanfic preview #bane #bane x reader #bane fanfiction #bane fanfic #the dark knight rises #the gentle giant #the gentle giant part II #the gentle giant part II preview

67 notes · View notes

raccoonfallsharder · 16 days

Text

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie preview

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it.

i am having too much fun writing this because apparently while i ultimately want to be a benevolent god who gives rocket only happy endings, i apparently have no qualms with torturing him with sexual frustration in the meantime.

nsfw after the cut

He’d looked up at you, your eyes all shiny and plush lips framing the words, Can I help you with something? Do you need anything? and the only words that had come to his mind were, Sweetheart. Can I help you?

Because the worst part of it is — you’ve been so unlucky.

He continues to stare at the dark ceiling, palms resting on his chest, and wishes he’d stolen Pete’s zune. Stick the little headphones into his ears and distract himself for a little while.

“Slow down, princess,” he mutters into the shadows. He’s usually got no qualms against eavesdropping in general but he wouldn’t try to listen in on this. Unfortunately for both of you, there’s no world in which he can avoid hearing it: the steady soft schlick-schlick of your pussy lips rubbing wetly against each other, or maybe your fingers, if you’ve got them stuffed cutely inside your pretty hole. Your shallow, reedy little breaths, puffing over lips he’s sure you’ve bitten raw. The rustle of the blankets as you shift and try to adjust yourself: legs opening wider, he imagines. Or maybe he’s wrong and you’re not going too fast and hard at your little clitty: maybe you’ve hit the right pace for yourself, and your knees are locking and your toes are curling and you’ll both — finally — get some relief tonight.

But nope. He can hear you, winding yourself tighter and tighter, higher and higher, more and more desperate. A quiet, pitiful little whispered word — “please” — to the gods, like they’ll finally take mercy on you. But he’s listened to you enough times that he can pinpoint the moment that your desperation turns into frustration, and then despair. There’s a sad little muffled whimper — pressed into a handful of blankets, he’s sure — and then the sounds of your strokes slow, and finally cease. A soft, miserable sigh, and the whisper of skin on skin — you rubbing your thighs together in resignation, he suspects.

He rolls over in his hammock and screams into his pillow.

36 notes · View notes

vwritesaus · 5 months

Text

TSC WIP snippets pt. 1

this is a RATHER LONG POST sorry so i will put everything under the cut :>

to @faithfromanewperspective:

‘Is this Adelaide?’ Thomas asks in a high voice, his tone coloured with surprise. ‘I see no churches at all…’ ‘It’s just… sand,’ Alastair mutters by way of agreement. … ‘Apologies for the intrusion,’ Thomas begins, grinning shyly, ‘but I think we’re lost.’ ‘Lost!’ The man bursts out into crowing laughter and slaps Thomas on the shoulder. Alastair winces from the force of the action and the sound echoing in the chamber. ‘Let me guess—you were bound for Adelaide?’ Thomas blinks. ‘How did you—?’ ‘You’ll be amazed how many Shadowhunters end up here instead of Adelaide,’ the man tells him. ‘I swear, ever since those Portals became popular, our travelling system has gone to the dogs! You can’t go wrong with a horse and carriage, or just a horse, but no—you simply must travel by Portal now. Extremely unreliable, I say.’

to my four lovely anons:

1— When Thomas peers into the box, whatever remaining confusion was on his face vanishes. He stares blankly at the inside, his fingers frozen in place against the corners, and Alastair feels part of his stomach drop. ‘Alastair… what is this?’ Thomas asks softly. Alastair is grateful to find no disappointment or annoyance imbued in his voice—and then immediately chastises himself for thinking something so ridiculous in the first place. This is Thomas, the man who took his heart and holds it like it's precious and worthy and wanted. The man who saw past all the nastiness, the cold front Alastair had put up for so many years, and continued to love him regardless. The man who Alastair wants to spend the rest of his life with, no matter the odds. So he clears his throat slightly, shaking away the anxiety, and says, ‘It’s my ring, Tom,’ as though he is merely commenting on the weather. ‘I can see that,’ Thomas replies. He lifts his gaze and sets it on Alastair, his eyes glimmering with an emotion Alastair can’t quite put his finger on. ‘Why is it in a box?’

2— ‘Your father won’t bite him,’ Sophie tells him, a shadow of an amused smile on her face. ‘I imagine he merely wants to get to know him better.’ Thomas shifts in his seat and glances once more at the open doorway Gideon and Alastair have just walked through. ‘I know,’ he murmurs, ‘and for that, I’m so glad. Only, Alastair… I know he’s feeling nervous.’ ‘Whatever for, love?’ Smiling furtively, Thomas looks at his mother and says, ‘He wants to make a good impression. He’s very conscious of his—how did he put it? “Prickly personality”.’

3— Charlotte came into this marriage with the sole belief that he’ll fall in love with her in time. That no matter how long it took, she would see it through for the rest of their lives. Because she loves him, and love withstands the test of time no matter how hard a situation becomes. Now… now, she’s not so sure. Perhaps it’s time to realise that Henry will never love her.But she loves him. She can’t deny that, and she never could. She loves him, and she’ll live with that knowledge until she draws her last breath. But she doesn’t know how much longer she can keep her true feelings behind an alabaster mask of indifference, or hide her face in the pillow when Henry looks at her for too long, or press down the flutters her heart does whenever he does something silly, or makes a breakthrough with an experiment, or merely smiles at her. And yet, perhaps all she can do is break her heart fully and accept that, like her position at the London Institute, her marriage to Henry isn’t something that can last forever. That perhaps love can’t withstand the test of time, after all. That not even five years of being together could have Henry fall in love with her.

4— ‘There’s no need to panic,’ Thomas says softly. ‘I’m right here, aren’t I? You’re safe.’ There’s a beat of silence after Alastair sucks in a shuddering breath, during which he stares at Thomas with wild, terrified eyes. Then an odd flutter crosses his face, his expressive eyebrows dipping dangerously close to the middle of his forehead. ‘I’m—I’m safe?’ he splutters. ‘You think… you think—? Oh you… you stupid man.’ He grabs Thomas by the shoulders, not giving the man a chance to feel anything except confusion, and shakes him violently. ‘It’s not myself I’m worried about,’ Alastair croaks out. ‘It’s you.’

to @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone:

‘The point I wish to make,’ Alastair interrupts, ‘is that during that picnic, Fairchild and I had a rather… frank conversation.’ ‘About?’ ‘As far as I recall, it had something to do with an autumnal masquerade ball up in Cambridge which promises to have formal attire, a range of posh sorts, and an abundance of alcohol.’ Thomas blinks in astonishment. ‘Cambridge?’ he echoes. ‘Quite,’ Alastair says in a sombre tone, and Thomas laughs. ‘Yet… I suppose it would be a different venture than our usual nightly strolls and patrols.’ ‘It would,’ Thomas replies with a nod. ‘And it would be rather dire to attend such an occasion without Fairchild’s opulent outfits and charming personality, but it does bring forth the opportunity to be alone with each other without the need to entertain a third party.’ ‘I wholeheartedly concur with that statement.’ Alastair is about to say something else, but stops himself. He instead purses his lips and narrows his eyes at Thomas. Thomas merely stares back expectantly, trying his hardest to keep his expression neutral. He knows what’s about to happen, and grins inwardly when, like clockwork, Alastair visibly withers. ‘Are you really waiting for me to ask?’ he states in exasperation. A large smile overtakes Thomas’s face at the question, and he leans in until their noses are mere inches apart. He relishes how Alastair’s eyes widen at the sudden proximity—always so full of surprise whenever Thomas does this—and quickly kisses him before he can protest or say anything. ‘You refer to waiting for my beloved to ask me to attend a masquerade ball with him in Cambridge, correct?’ Thomas lowers his voice until it’s the softest whisper and says with utmost severity, ‘If so, then yes, I am.’

and last, but certainly not least, to @drunkonimagination:

‘Welcome home.’ Pulling back slightly, Thomas kisses Alastair’s curved mouth and presses their foreheads together. ‘Goodness—Raziel, have I missed you.’ There’s a soft snort, and long fingers brush over Thomas’s shoulders. Alastair’s voice is light as he says, ‘Last I checked, Thomas, I am not Raziel. Have I been gone so long that you mistake me for an archangel?’ ‘Yes, mi amor,’ Thomas replies playfully, ‘you’ve been gone far too long. You must remind me exactly who you are, and it must be done now. Before it is too late and I forget who you are completely.’ Alastair laughs loudly, and is still laughing when Thomas presses fast kisses all over his face.

also yes you read that correctly, it does say "pt. 1". pt. 2 will be posted sometime this weekend, and it'll be snippets from the remaining chapters of dear christopher and ch2 of timeless, so stay tuned if you're interested!!! :D

30 notes · View notes

kiliinstinct · 7 months

Text

Anyone want a Flame's Desire Preview? Yes, no? Maybe so? I'm too lazy to wait for an answer so you're getting one!

“What were you doing to be on the floor like that?” She asked, not waiting for an answer as she sat him down and began to fix the bandages along his arms. Her movements were jerky with inexperience and felt too tight in places, but Natsu didn't mind it. He watched on in silence as she continued to fuss over him, unaware of the draconis' examining her much as she was him. There was no cane, he noted, and he immediately tried to subtly check her leg, but the position by his side made it awkward to do so. (He didn't dare try to pull her dress up just to see her knee, after all. He wasn't THAT stupid.) A few seconds more of consideration and he threw caution to the wind, reaching over to rap his knuckles against her instead. She froze. He did too. Was that the wrong move? Had he hurt her? “... if you weren't injured, I'd return the favor,” She muttered, tying his next bandage into a tiny bow, “but I'm fine, Natsu. It's sore, but manageable. Worry about yourself for two seconds.” He didn't resist the urge to talk this time, “ ... I got one answer.” “What?“ Lucy asked, puzzled, but clamped a hand over his mouth when he tried to respond, ”No, no! You should not be talking, Mister!“ Rolling his eyes, Natsu now had an altogether different urge to resist. He remembered, vaguely, many months ago, he'd done the exact same to her, and her response had been to bite him. He wondered if he should do the same... Instead, he licked her. The cry of disgust when she retracted her hand was more than worth it. ”That is disgusting!“ He waggled his brows, grinning. Definitely worth it.

#Flame's Desire #fanfiction Preview #Nalu Fanfiction #Nalu #NatsuxLucy #Natsu Dragneel #Lucy Heartfilia #i am having a lot of fun writing this chapter #so i felt like sharing a bit

41 notes · View notes

onesecretperson · 5 months

Text

A preview of a Sonic fanficiton oneshot that I couldn't finish and edit by tonight due to having to do silly things all day like "go to the doctor" and "get treatment for my ails."

So I've decided I'll upload this preview today, because I wanted to have this short silly idea done for "wholesome wednesday," then post the finished story tomorrow on my blog secret-fiction.

#Fanfiction Preview #Sonic Fanfiction #Sonic Fanfic #Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday #Sonic the Hedgehog #Tails the Fox #Sonic #My writing #Secret Person #This is unedited yet but I was having fun and want to share #The actual finished story with the actual main conflict will be edited

19 notes · View notes

peaxhxhair · 9 months

Text

A bell rang above the door as he ventured into the quaint bakery, the smell of freshly baked bread and newly ground cinnamon gracing his nostrils as he took in the interior of the shop. The same interior he had seen many times before. His stomach growled as he sniffed the air, a new excitement gracing his face as he reached the front counter.

A girl stood on the other side, resting her elbows on the glazed oak - a newspaper in her hand from the newsagent’s next door, her dark tresses hiding her face from him. Though, he remembered who she was. She didn’t look up from her paper, even when she called out into the shop.

“Y/n, your little blonde friend’s here” He became confused at her wording, but tapped his fingers against the counter - only then did she look up.

“You know he can’t hear you…” He signed to her, his expression making his words seem like more of a question than he had intended.

She chuckled at his words after registering them, realising her mistake. “My bad, I’ll get him for you” she responded as she turned towards the back of the shop, still chuckling to herself as she disappeared around the corner. She came back a few moments later, a man covered in flour trailing behind her.

The two men locked eyes across the room as he walked through the kitchen door, his expression brightening as he spotted his lover, still clad in the armour he had worn on his journey. Link’s first destination was that bakery. “Link!” Y/n signed, leaning across the counter when he was close enough, and pressing his lips against his lover’s. “I missed you”

~~~

Preview to…

“Silence” a Link x Male! Reader fanfiction!!

This fanfiction can be found on Tumblr and on Wattpad (both accounts under the same name!)

(I was thinking of putting it on ao3 but apparently readers there don’t like crossplatform fics LMAOO)

Please consider supporting me on Kofi, and I was considering opening up a Patreon as well.

I look forward to writing this story, and I hope you guys will enjoy it too! xx

35 notes · View notes

probablyscreamingintothevoid · 1 year

Text

“Look Steve,” Wayne was only good at these kinds of conversations with Eddie. It wasn’t like he could pretend that he was talking to his kid to make this easier. Steve was the polar opposite of Eddie, from build to hair to personality. “I hope you don’t think that just because I got some issues with your father it means I automatically wrote you off.”

“No sir.” Steve looked up at him and Wayne couldn’t help but stare for a second too long at the scar that stretched across his throat. “I’d blame it on the fact that my dear old dad told me he didn’t want me hanging around Eddie because people like you,” he gestured to Wayne, “and people like us,” he place a hand to his chest, “don’t like each other.”

Wayne felt something like relief settle in his chest. At least he hadn’t been the only asshole back then. But the feeling was replaced almost immediately with something else, something heavier. He’d seen the boys together over the last few weeks, knew for a fact that they get along just fine. He never should have allowed his distaste for Arthur Harrington dictate who his nephew could and couldn’t be friends with.

Steve was still staring at him, waiting for a response. “I see,” was all Wayne could muster.

“What I mean is you never did anything to make me think you don’t like me! It’s just been common knowledge for me since I was thirteen!” Steve chuckled but the smile he wore was forced. “I hope that hasn’t been worrying you.” Wayne continued to stare at him, slowly coming to terms with the way Steve worked tirelessly to be impossible to read. “But you know, you never had to worry about me wanting to be friends with Eddie back in the day? I was friends with Tommy, who tried to get the nickname…” Steve spoke quickly at first, like he was desperate to fill the silence. But then his voice trailed off like he remembered where he was and who he was talking to. “Sorry! Sorry, I… hope Tommy and I didn’t cause too many issues for Eddie back then. I really am sorry, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir.” It was almost reflexive at this point. He’ll let it slide on occasion since he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but Wayne hated being called sir he always had. Except Steve’s eyes got all wide and there was panic under that carefully curated mask. “I mean you can if you really want to kid.” Wayne back pedaled fast, taking a seat in the armchair in his living room just a few feet from where Steve sat on the couch. “I just never much cared for it. Don’t tell Eddie I said this, but it's ‘cause it makes me feel old.” Steve stared at him, like he didn’t know what to think of Wayne Munson. “You didn’t cause my boy anymore trouble than he caused himself. I had plenty of conversations with him about his behavior and the towns perception of him and his friends, but did he ever listen to me? No. What happened a few months ago wasn’t your fault.” It was just a passive statement, a silly, obvious thing that Wayne hadn’t spent more than a few minutes considering. Of course the hysteria that gripped Hawkins and made the town turn on his nephew wasn’t Steve’s fault; that was plain fact. Maybe that was why Wayne was so ill prepared when Steve burst into tears.

******

an preview of chapter two of my fic those boys were never meant to be friends on ao3!!

I love these characters so much. :))) Chapter 2 is going well!!! <3

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanficiton #post stranger things 4 #steve harrington #wayne munson #eddie munson #my writing #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfiction preview #linked fic #steddie #wayne munson pov #the exploration of steve harrington as a character

95 notes · View notes

theonethatyaks93 · 1 year

Text

Character/Plot Notes for Upcoming Dark Pinky x Future Brain Fanfiction (+ a Preview!) (Also, Happy Dark Pinky Thursday!)

Hello everyone!! This is kind of new territory for me, but I'm excited to announce that my very first Dark Pinky x Future Brain fanfiction is currently in the works! And it's not just one fanfiction; it's an entire series that establishes my own universe. I've had this idea for a while, but after looking at the askdarkpinky blog and reading an unhealthy number of Dark Pinky fanfiction, I finally decided to put my concept to writing. I consider this to be a passion project of mine. It has changed quite a bit over the past few months, however, the core idea is still present: establish a Dark Pinky and Future Brain world and write an angsty, dark, and melancholy continuous story. The series will be titled Dark Future, and each separate fanfic will either be a one-shot or a multi-chapter. Some of these fics might even take on a different style such as first-person perspective or alternate/side characters getting the spotlight. I've only posted one fanfiction on AO3 before which is titled When He Loved Me (go check it out, but it's not the best as it was my first work). This will be better executed since I've been planning for longer. I usually do this kind of character analysis/plot analysis in privacy, so I can remember personalities and story beats while I work. Since this is a larger project and that it involves a few characters whom I've never worked with before, I wanted to post this publicly to gain feedback from you guys and to show everyone my ideas. Just a quick note; the preview will not reveal any major spoilers I have planned or character moments aside from setting up the plot. It's also very long and you don't have to read it. Also, this will be rated T for dark themes, light violence/implied violence, and some gore, albeit it's very brief and not graphic. Alright, let's begin!

Plot-Here's a basic, still in development, plot description for the entire series:

After a massive falling out, Future Brain abandons his former husband, Dark Pinky, and runs away to live a life of seclusion alongside his former adversary turned-friend, Julia. Dark Pinky spends years searching for his estranged partner, eventually seeking the help of the beautiful Billie to aid in his pursuit. Unfortunately, after Future Brain comes to a horrifying realization that his husband may cause the world to dissolve into disarray and ruin, he sets off to try and rekindle his relationship with Pinky. Meanwhile, Dark Pinky continues to attempt to find Brain in secret, while continuing to put up a threatening image in the public eye. However, an old foe is plotting to seek revenge on his mortal enemies once and for all. Dark Pinky and Future Brain must attempt to rebuild their rapport in order to gain back control of the world and to realize that certain past mistakes need to be fixed.

There are a lot more elements to this premise than what I've put here, including complex characters, side plots, and fanfictions entirely dedicated to the villains. This universe has a kind of grim origin story that I came up with back in late 2021. Here's a bit from the currently in progress first draft of the very start to this universe:

"The plan has been very dangerous, yet it succeeded with flying colors. The world was theirs in an instant. With one swift attack, the military was abolished, and the world leaders surrendered each country they had dominance over. Bloody corpses lined the streets in the days following, leaving the people of the planet in anguish. It was almost surreal how everything had panned out in the end. And at first, he was satisfied and had convinced himself that he was making Earth a better place for all. However, after the construction of their palace was completed and after the hundreds of private and public executions commanded by him were carried out, the ever-present feeling of dread began to take him day after day. Future Brain had convinced himself countless times that he was happy; though now, it was an almost impossible feat. These feelings of sorrow and shame wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard he tried."

A part that wasn't mentioned here that I want to say is that Dark Pinky and Future Brain didn't start off like this. The reason why they look so maniacal and off-putting is that it's a result of Brain's actions to world domination (to be discussed in an origin story). His plans become increasingly more dangerous as time passes, with him and Pinky receiving more serious injuries. Eventually, this constant barrage of pain, plus an electrical shock, causes Pinky's mind to deteriorate until he becomes Dark Pinky. He's now hyper-focused on world domination and Brain decides that taking a more violent path is the key to their success. Going by Future Brain, he and Dark Pinky launch a brutal attack on the world, causing it to fall into their grasp. But while Dark Pinky loves his new life as a ruler, Future Brain shows quite a bit of regret for his previous actions. This point of Brain hating the world he and Pinky have made is a massive plot point and it's what causes most of the tension in the series. There will be a lot of conflict between Dark Pinky and Future Brain, as they bicker over their different viewpoints. Brain is going to be very hard on himself here as he blames his actions for Pinky being changed. This is one of the reasons why he leaves Dark Pinky behind to live a life of seclusion. There will be a few references to episodes from the spin-off series since this universe takes place after the events of the 1995 show. Since this is an alternate universe, there will be very few or no references to the Animaniacs reboot considering this takes place during that time period.

Characters- There are quite a few recognizable faces here from other Dark Pinky x Future Brain universes, but there are also some new characters that are going to be incorporated. The list below only features the main characters or the ones that get more focus; some others will be getting mentioned or will have a brief cameo. The characters with significance include Dark Pinky, Future Brain, Snowball, Julia, Billie, Egwind and Romy. Their designs are either inspired by the designs from the askdarkpinky blog or are my own original creations. Some of their personalities have been altered such as an unusual character being made a major antagonist or Julia being Brain's closest confidant.

Locations- These are just a few ideas I had for possible major locations of the series:

Dark Pinky and Future Brain's Castle- The primary destination of the entire work, this palace is inspired by the look from the askdarkpinky blog, though it's a little larger. It's located in Washington D.C on the ruins of the White House. It's massive and features lots of rooms, a throne room, spaces for the soldiers, dungeons, and even a library/study room.

Acme Labs- Shuttered after Dark Pinky and Future Brain took over, the lab is abandoned and desolate. Access is restricted for anyone aside from officials. This also is the hideout for Future Brain after his escape from Dark Pinky since his personal living space is located in the basement. Julia resides here also. Brain uses Julia's technology to spy on Dark Pinky's location to avoid getting caught.

Snowball's Fortress- Hidden in the woods, Snowball has created a home for himself after Acme Labs' closure. Here, he spies on Dark Pinky and Future Brain, creating devious schemes to take the world from them. It's not very large, but it has a space where Snowball can create his inventions and an advanced system of computers for watching over Dark Pinky and Future Brain.

Preview- This is a little idea of what is going to happen in this series. This comes from the first fanfiction in the series "Darkness" and it's the ending from that fanfic. Here's a little snippet of the first draft (It's not that little, though. 2000+ words?! This isn't even the entire fic and it's almost longer than my previous work! Yeesh!):

Despite the thunderous chaos that occurred during the day, the castle was quite peaceful at night. Most of the soldiers, aside from the ones on a night shift, had dissipated into the inky blackness of midnight to rest away. The servants that didn’t tend to their mouse overlords’ evening needs slept quietly in their personal quarters without a second thought. And even the ones still awake tried their best to stay as quiet as possible, since Dark Pinky’s temper tended to flare immensely in later hours and that would mean Future Brain would get angry, too. Being on the receiving end of their rage was nothing to cough at; your life was basically in jeopardy if you were to wrong them. Most servants, however, drifted off around 11:30, despite being informed not to do so. All seemed quiet and serene.

The last of the butlers, who carried delicacies on the finest plates, had settled in at around 12:30, when quite suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the halls, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Servants, maids, and the night guards nearly leaped from their posts precisely at the time the loud noises occurred and rushed to aid in whatever was going on. Many people were in their nightwear, rubbing sleep from their eyes.

The entourage of associates arrived at Dark Pinky and Future Brain’s room in only a matter of seconds. A soldier rapped on the door in a panic, hoping that all was well. “Your Highnesses is everything alright?” he questioned once, then again, then again. No response. Panic began to settle in with the group; had their rulers been taken? Luckily, the door was unlocked, which was unusual. Though they were told to avoid entering the room without knocking, at this point, there was no other choice.

The servants, guards, and maids filed into the room via the human-sized door. They were met with a confusing albeit disturbing sight. Dark Pinky was kneeling on the floor in only his plush purple robe, back facing away from everyone. Only a single lamp lit the room, hazy shadows lingering everywhere. Pieces of shattered glass surrounded the mouse, though it seemed like he didn’t care or notice. His paws seemed to be against his chest as if he were holding something precious. The only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Very heavy breathing.

“Uhm, are you okay, sir?” one of the servants spoke up, doing his best as to not upset his leader.

A chuckle was the response to that question, followed by a light gasp. “He’s gone.” Dark Pinky murmured discreetly. “He’s gone.”

The night guards eyed each other, the perplexity rising. “Who’s gone?” a soldier in the back of the group asked.

“He’s gone.” A breathy sob emerged from the mouse as he un-cupped a paw and pointed it towards his bed. Surely enough, no one was there. “Brain’s not here.”

Even more glances occurred between the people in the room. Usually when this happened, it wasn’t anything to get distraught about. What was so different now? One of the servants stepped forward in a tentative attempt to get more information.

“Your Excellence, I’m certain that if we just sent out the guards, we’d find you husband somewhere in the castle…”

“HE’S NOT HERE!!!” Pinky roared, abruptly standing up and turning to face the cluster. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were matted and damp from what looked like tears. He kept his paws close to his middle despite all the thrashing.

“Sir, are you convinced that Brain has vanished completely? He might just be in the kitchen or in his study room or-”

“I can assure you that he’s left the castle! I know! I know everything! I read his mind!” That was a lie. Brain had already been gone by the time he’d awoken to get a drink.

“But are you sure…”

“BRAIN’S GONE YOU IDIOT!!! I’M POSITIVE, STOP DOUBTING ME!! NARF!!!” Dark Pinky yelled, though it came off as more of a moan as his voice cracked.

The group of servants and soldiers moved closer together at their ruler’s sudden outburst. Some cowered in fear. One guard pushed himself out of the huddle, quivering in his purple uniform. “If you are sure that Brain has departed the perimeter, what can we do to assist you in his return?”

Pinky froze for a moment before letting out a snarl. His shoulders slumped as he stared at the ground below his feet. “Find him.” His mouth twitched. “Search everything and everywhere. Leave nothing untouched. Go to every corner of this miserable planet if you must. If he thinks that he can escape me, I think he’s more stupid than what he lets on.”

The soldiers nodded and departed the room to instruct their colleagues about the situation. The rumble of their boots quavered through the entire palace, yet Pinky still didn’t look up. Only the servants and maids remained standing in the doorway.

“As for the rest of you,” Pinky finally raised his head from facing the floor, staring at the miserable helps. He briefly read their puny little terrified minds full of concern. He liked the fear he instilled in them; it was comforting. “You are to scour the castle and look for any hints at where Brain might’ve gone. Check the security cameras, look at locks and see if they’ve been picked. Do anything you can to get a better idea of where he is. Fail me, and the dungeon will be your new home. Understand?”

The servants nodded, still shivering ever so slightly. They bolted out of the room at a rapid pace, setting off to track down the security footage and investigate the locks. Their jobs depended on finding these answers.

He didn’t move until the door slammed shut. He didn’t say a word. He eventually turned away to face the balcony, the dark blue atmosphere painting everything in unsettling colors. Usually, midnight was Pinky’s favorite time of the day, since the world seemed to stand still, and all the hustle simply faded into nothingness. Now, it just seemed bleak, unrelenting, even sinister. It did fit the persona he’d made for himself over the years, but something seemed twisted. For the first time in a while, Dark Pinky felt…uncertain about what was to come. Brain was gone. The mouse he loved most was gone. He let the moment sink in, bearing its claws to slash at his insides, turning his mind to mush.

The next few moments were made of pure silence. Pinky’s heart hammered against his chest, each beat causing him to feel weaker and weaker. The faint hum of servants’ thoughts trickled away until waning completely. Not even the sound of a familiar voice approaching was enough to pull him from his mute state.

“Dinky? Dinky, where are you?”

Billie.

“Julia’s run away. I don’t know where she went. Do ya know anything about where she went? I’m scared for her! Dinky? Please answer me!”

She sounded so desperate, so confused, so upset. Her thoughts were very scattered and shrill. Pinky winced as they entered his mind. It was like nails on a chalkboard. He tried to keep his composure, yet it was so difficult. He turned to face the door as he drew shuttering breaths. He loathed Billie quite a bit, and even her headspace was insufferable. Pinky ignored her calls. He didn’t care that Julia was also missing.

He brought his attention back to the balcony, gazing out into the vast void of black sky. He felt another cry working its way up. He held it in as best he could. Dark Pinky was so tired, yet so angry. Why had Brain left? What did he do? Was having the world not enough?

Hot tears escaped his eyes very freely. He brought his attention to his paws, still clasping onto something. Pinky uncurled his fingers, revealing the object: a tiny gold ring that sparkled with light pink diamonds. It began glowing in the light from the lamp.

Brain’s wedding ring.

The symbol of their love, their devotion.

He’d left it.

That’s how Pinky knew he was gone. Forever.

The room around him grew dizzy. Pinky felt his knees give out instantly, collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. His head hit the ground first, sending an astronomical amount of pain rattling towards his skull. His arms reached in front of him, the ring slipping away and clinking on the tile. The blue-eyed mouse felt a sharp twinge of discomfort coming from his arms and legs. He briefly sat up peered down at his lower limbs, grunting when he saw blood trailing through his ivory fur and bleeding into the fabric of his robe.

He'd fallen on the shards from when he’d thrown the water glass on his nightstand after seeing the wedding ring.

It had just sat there, on the dresser. No letter, no warning, nothing.

The abnormal amount of blood was alarming, but what made Dark Pinky really panic was the ring slipping away. He got up on his knees, reached out, and grabbed it quickly, pressing it against his bloodied red chest and robe as if it were his most valuable thing. Seeing all the jewels sparkle pink, the color of Brain’s eyes, proved too much. Especially when he stared at his own ring, the matching light blue diamonds complementing perfectly with the pink.

The tears came back with a vengeance. The sobs Pinky had tried to suppress spiraled out of control. His breaths came out labored and shaky. The pain from the gashes on his arms and legs burned even hotter. His head throbbed. Pinky’s emotional state was in ruin.

“B-Brain.” He began incoherently stuttering, forcing out the word that meant the most to him, though he’d never say it. “B-Brain. Oh Brain! Brain! P-Please! Brain!” Another sob, this one even stronger. The excess moisture in his eyes came rushing out in abundance. It wouldn’t stop.

The sobs turned into wails lightning fast. Dark Pinky was in so much pain, physically and emotionally. It was weird that he’d be this distraught, and yet, he didn’t pay any mind to it. Brain had left him. He deserved to be upset. Still, he hoped that no one would hear him.

“P-Poit.” The verbal tics began slipping out. In between each cry, his nonsense words would find their way to his vocabulary again. They kept coming and coming. Pinky did all he could to push those inane phrases away, but he was already having a tic fit. “N-Narf! Poit! Zort! Troz!” His body shuddered with the outbursts, the cuts still running red. Each tic made his chest ache to unbearable degrees. The tears poured out in massive amounts.

“P-Poit, Poit, Poit!” Pinky wheezed, his voice sore from sobbing. He clasped the ring even tighter in his left paw, reaching his right paw to his head. He felt so miserable. He felt like that vulnerable and pitiful creature he used to be, the one who messed everything up. The one who interjected sentences with random nonsense. The one who got unhappy at the stupidest of things.

The one that Brain loved.

Pinky began having trouble catching his breath, gasping for air. He needed to prevent himself from acting like his old self; he was improved now. Stronger, tougher, ruthless.

Brain hated the new you.

He rubbed his head, feeling his fingers against his fur. “Stop-poit! Just stop-narf! You’re-zort-better than-poit! This!” Each verbal tic interfered with his words. It became harder to speak each second. Even as he rubbed his forehead, he still could feel streams of tears trailing from his eyes. These horrible thoughts were maddening.

Brain hated you. He was using you. You finally do what he’s always wanted, yet he abandons you.

The weight of everything proved too much for the mouse. Pinky felt his knees give out once again, this time, his back being the first thing to hit the floor. He felt the shards of glass pierce and prod at his skin, but he didn’t bother acknowledging. It was futile to use this as an attempt to calm down. He didn’t call for a servant to clean up the mess. He might later, but not currently. Pinky just let the blood run out, mimicking the way his emotions were spilling. He knew his robe was ruined. He had an inkling that many of these gashes would scar. And yet, he didn’t demand for anyone nor ask anyone for help. It was just him. Brain certainly wasn’t there. Why should he ask for someone when his whole world had fled into the night?

Dark Pinky hugged his legs tightly, feeling his navy-blue colored nails dig into the skin on his shins. The cuts stung, but the blood from them was cold. He let some of it run across his fingers. It felt good. In his left paw was the ring, also pressing against him. His tail dropped at his backside and his chipped ears drooped as he sank into the ball he’d formed with his body. Laying on the floor was uncomfortable, especially with the glass pieces, but it was the only thing he felt like he could do.

He felt another round of sobs and tics coming, only this time, he held them back. Pinky bit his lip with his sharp fangs, though it was a tad painful. That wasn’t a concern. His eyelids grew heavy, to the point where he couldn’t keep them open anymore. He began rasping quietly as he felt himself relax, his breath now even. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was the eerie night sky, mixed with the light from the table lamp. One solemn excess tear trailed down his face, landing on his chest before drying up. Dark Pinky growled once, though it burned as it escaped his throat.

“I’ll find you some day, Brain. You can’t hide from me for long. Narf,” he rasped before feeling the world fade around him, as he sank into the darkness of his subconscious. Brain wouldn’t get away from him so easily.

*end of preview*

Art gallery- Here's some fanart that inspired certain scenes and moments in my fanfiction. I like to do this when writing to get ideas or to construct a tone or mood. All work featured here is from @wimsiecal who I owe a lot of thanks to for establishing the best Dark Pinky universe of all time!! Seriously, if you're reading this, I apologize for you having to sit through my crappy first draft work to see your mention:

This art inspired the vibe I want to give their relationship plus a scene later on.

This work inspired Dark Pinky's look without the suit.

This inspired Dark Pinky's robe design (which you can see in the preview above)

Would you believe me if I told you that this inspired an entire scene in my fanfiction?

So, yeah, that's all I have. This doesn't give off major spoilers for any surprises I have in store, but I hope it gives you guys a general idea of my writing skills. I was debating on making this since I don't know if people will be interested in this, but it's my first time writing for Dark Pinky and Future Brain, so I decided I wanted some feedback from all of you. If you liked it, that's great! If you didn't, that's fine, too. I'm not a great writer by any means, so I'd like some constructive criticism on what to improve on. Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day! Happy Dark Pinky Thursday!!

#pinky and the brain #patb #brinky #dark pinky #dark pinky thursday #fanfiction preview #yes this is chaos but I don't care

33 notes · View notes

giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 6 months

Text

Currently busy with writing the next chapter of “Ghost Rider - From the Files of the ‘Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’”. In the meantime, here’s a preview:

Inside the memory void

Phil Coulson: "Thank you for coming in."

Jemma Simmons: "Of course, sir. I am Agent Jemma Simmons. And this is-"

Leo Fitz: "-this is, I am Leopold Fitz."

Phil Coulson: "Fitzsimmons, yes. You know, when I first heard about you, I thought you were one person."

Robbie, Gabe, and Nico opened their eyes and, immediately, found themselves in a new location. The feeling was surreal, like stepping into a vividly detailed dream. After a quick examination of the room, they realize that they were in a conference room. The late Agent Phil Coulson was standing by them and was speaking with Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz. By how the two looked, Robbie realized this memory must've taken place at least over a decade ago.

Nico, with her hands on her chin, looked perplexed. "That's interesting," she said, "It appears we ended up in Fitz's memory of him meeting Phil Coulson for the first time."

"Why's that interesting?" Robbie asked.

"Because I was aiming for the Maveth mission. Maybe it was the strain of the spell. When I was on my own, targeting a specific memory was a lot easier. As soon as you two got involved, it got harder to concentrate."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, it means I just need more practice. Anyways, I need to fast-forward us to Maveth. Gabe, are you good-"

Turning to Gabe, Robbie and Nico saw that he wasn't paying attention to them. Instead, he was looking at his legs. It took a second for both Robbie and Nico to realize that Gabe was standing on his own.

The younger Reyes' eyes widened as he continued to marvel at his newfound ability to walk. Every step he took must've felt like a miracle, as if he had been granted a reprieve from his wheelchair-bound reality. His fingers trembled as he touched his thighs, which hadn't carried his weight for years.

"Robbie," he whispered, his voice quivering with emotion, "I can't believe it. I haven't walked in so long. This is...incredible."

Robbie, who had witnessed Gabe's struggles and the countless hours he had spent by his brother's side, couldn't help but smile. He knelt down to meet Gabe's eyes, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's been a while since I've seen you move like that," he acknowledged, "Enjoy it while you can."

"Look, while I've gotten used to the wheelchair, and I want both of you to know that a disability doesn't make you any less of a person...it is nice to be able to use my legs again."

Just to test his legs out even more, Gabe began running circles around Fitz and Simmons. Since this was just a memory, neither Fitz or Simmons acknowledged Gabe's presence. Although they were on a mission, Robbie and Nico couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

But as Gabe stopped to catch his breath, Nico, although she didn't want to be a downer, she also didn't want Gabe to forget where they were. "Hey, remember, we're in Fitz's memory. This isn't reality."

"I know, I know," Gabe said, dismissively, "It's 'Inception' rules, we're just projections of our subconscious minds."

"I mean...I guess? Anyways, let's go Burning Boys, we need to skip a few years to the Maveth-"

Nico stopped when the lights in the conference room suddenly went out. Coulson, Jemma, and Fitz suddenly went stiff, as if they had become mannequins or life-like wax sculptures. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico began to back away from the frozen agents, confused. Nico armed herself with the Staff of One while Robbie unlatched the steel chains that were wrapped around his chest.

"What the hell is this?" Robbie turned to Nico, who looked just as confused as he did. "Magical Girl, is this a normal part of the spell?" he asked.

Nico shook her head. "I have no idea what's going on."

"Are we being invaded?" Gabe asked, going into a fighting stance to prepare himself.

"I don't know," Nico said, "I'm pretty sure we're not. I would've felt something. Other magic-users can't just...for the lack of a better term, hack into another user's spell."

"I don't feel anything either," Robbie said.

"Zarathos, are you following me right now?" Robbie thought.

"Yes I am, Reyes," Zarathos answered in the back of Robbie's mind.

"What the hell happened to the memory? Is this a demon or something that's doing this?"

"This is going to sound strange, Robbie...but I'm not quite sure. I can confirm that the ugly, middle-aged man who was your former boss is still watching over all of you. Nothing is happening out here."

"That's all you can give me?"

"Well...I can't explain it...but I somewhat recognize the energy that's causing the memory spell to falter."

"Energy? What energy? And how do you recognize it?"

"There is something that's affecting the spell. And I recognize it...because it's the energy of a Spirit of Vengeance."

"Wait...what-"

Suddenly, the once serene environment trembled, and the walls flickered like an old film reel. A bizarre storm, filled with swirling colors and strange, otherworldly shapes, materialized in the corner of the conference room. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico grabbed onto the conference room table, clinging on for dear life as the colorful storm began to pull the trio into it.

"Robbie, what's happening?!" Gabe shouted, "Where the hell did that storm come from?!"

Robbie squinted at the tumultuous anomaly, his usually confident demeanor giving way to a sense of unease. "I don’t know, something’s gone wrong! Just hold onto the table!" He turned to Nico, who was whispering something that Robbie couldn't hear. If he had to guess, Nico was trying to end the memory spell. "Nico, can you control this?! Can you end the spell?!"

"What the hell do you think I'm trying to do, Burning Boy!?" Nico, her brow furrowed with concentration, tried to regain control over the memory spell. After positioning herself so that her chest was directly facing the table, thus allowing her to use her body to anchor her down, she began to move her hands in an attempt to stabilize the memory. Although she was frightened, she dug deep into her Kamar-Taj lessons to try to eliminate the storm. Despite her movements, the storm raged on. "Okay, I don't know what's happening. I'm trying to stabilize or end the spell, but nothing is working."

"So we're trapped here!" Robbie shouted.

"I'll figure something out! And boys, don't you even think about killing yourselves! That will not wake you up from this!"

As they grappled with the storm's sudden appearance, the Leo Fitz who was a part of the memory suddenly woke up. He immediatly grabbed the table after feeling the storm's pull on him. Surprisingly, Jemma and Coulson were still unaffected by the storm.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the ever-changing, distorted landscape.

"Leo, huh?!" Nico shouted, "How are you with us?! You're the host-"

"-I don't know and I don't care right now! Just get us out of here!"

Nico, growing more desperate to regain control, attempted to end the spell once again. She closed her eyes and chanted softly, her hands glowing with purple energy. "Okay...okay, okay, okay! Just hold on, everyone! Let me just....clear my thoughts-"

However, before Nico could start her incantations, an unseen force suddenly tore the group apart. Robbie, Gabe, Fitz, and Nico were forcibly separated, their vision blurring as they were hurled in different directions within the chaotic memory void.

8 notes · View notes