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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv

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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.

“Who!” Steve said angrily.

“Buck!” Sam growled.

“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.

“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed.

Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.

Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning.

Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on.

He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.

“Buck,” you breathed out.

Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…

“Holy shit.”

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“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.

“So worth it,” he smirked.

“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.

“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him.

“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy.

Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.

“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”

“Will do.”

You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.

Goddammit, Bucky.

Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!

Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined.

The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed.

“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt.

“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt.

Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile.

Speaking of ruined panties.

You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash.

You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear.

Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building.

You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was.

You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him.

“Buck,” you finally moaned out.

“Y/n?”

“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.

“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes.

“Why are you in here?” you asked him.

“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.

“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled.

Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t be, we all do it.”

“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.

“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down.

“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.

“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs.

“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”

Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again.

“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”

“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.

“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained.

Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub.

Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died.

He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”

“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.

“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to.

“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh.

“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.

“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish.

“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.

“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.

“Please,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper.

His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy.

He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss.

“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined.

“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin.

Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy.

“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair.

“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air.

“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed.

“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.

“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily.

He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.

“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face.

“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.

“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck.

“Bucky,” you breathed out.

“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.

You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised.

You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.

“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered.

“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic.

“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin.

He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up.

“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.

“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.

“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock.

“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.

“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.

“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.

“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”

You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”

“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.

“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand.

“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.

“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused.

“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.

“You don’t want to suck my dick?”

“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.

“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.

“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.

“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”

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“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.

“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back.

“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.

“Call her,” Tony said.

Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.

“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.

“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly.

“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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Hi would you mind writing a short lil something about Harry and Reader turning bubs‘ room into a big boy room and getting kind of emotional getting rid/storing away all his baby stuff? That last ask was so cute 🥺

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A/N: So I just wanted to write something. So I wrote some dad!Harry fluff for y’all bc this concept was too cute and I just loved it so much. It’s just a little blurb, that kinda gives me a head cannon type of vibe for some reason...so I hope it doesn’t suck lmao! enjoy🥺🥰

Your little boy was growing up so fast. It was almost as if you had blinked and the time just passed you both by. You and Harry could vividly remember the day you two found out that you were expecting, when bubs was just a tiny bean in your stomach. The both of you were beyond happy in that moment. You were gleefully jumping around the bedroom and you two let the joy filled tears from the amazing news flow from your eyes as you celebrated this monumental moment in you guys’ family and life together.

Over the course of the nine or so months following that day, you and Harry happily watched as your baby boy (and you for that matter) grew. You and Harry got to see your baby at your scheduled ultrasounds and you watched him transform from a little dot on the screen to a fully formed baby with ten fingers and toes along with a miniature version of Harry’s nose. The two of you felt bubs growing too. When you felt yourself getting bigger, your son was getting bigger as well. Along with the increase in the amount of weight forming in your midsection, you could feel your son moving around too. As you became farther along in your pregnancy, you could feel your baby boy moving around in your stomach more and more. There were so many times where bubs would move around and kick you, to which you’d let out a sharp wince and Harry would softly yet “sternly” reprimand his son letting him know that it wasn’t nice to kick his mommy. But even though you could definitely go without a swift kick to your ribs, you couldn’t stop the little smile from spreading across your face once you got over the initial pain of it all. You were so happy to feel that your baby boy was growing and healthy, and you were beyond excited to see him.

Along with a couple of very memorable days throughout your pregnancy, and the day you found out that you were expecting, the day you finally gave birth was definitely a day that would always remain clear at the forefront of you and Harry’s minds. After an epidural(that was hardly effective in your opinion), hours upon hours of being in labor, a lot of tears, and some strong screams at Harry, the two of you finally welcomed your baby boy into the world. He was absolutely perfect and everything you and Harry had envisioned. Even though he was much bigger than the tiny dot on the screen at the very early stage of your pregnancy, he was still incredibly tiny. Especially when he was in Harry’s arms. The two of you soaked up every moment with your baby boy and neither of you wanted him to grow up and not be the little baby that fit perfectly in your arms. Even when he kept the two of you up at night and into the wee hours of the morning, you and Harry never wanted him to grow up.

But that’s exactly what he did. Again, it was like the two of you blinked and the time just blew right past you both. One moment he was the tiny little human that found his home in your belly and then in your arms. And the next he was a two and a half year old carbon copy of Harry with a sprinkle of you in the mix that had a big and amazing personality of his own. He was without a doubt you and Harry’s favorite person in the world and there weren’t enough words in the world to describe how much love you two had for that little boy. But even though this was the case, you and Harry couldn’t help but miss that little baby you brought home two and a half years ago.

And since he was no longer a baby anymore, it was time for bubs to get his first big boy room.

He’d already outgrown so many of the clothes you and Harry had gotten him along with the toys he had. The last thing on the outgrown list was the crib. And once that was finally crossed off the list, it meant that he’d finally outgrown everything. Which meant that it was time to give him a room that best suited him and his growth along with his interests. You and Harry noticed that bubs had taken a great interest in dinosaurs. From the toys he wanted and played with to the books he wanted to read to his favorite pajamas, everything was dinosaurs. So that’s what you and Harry decided to play off of when building your sons new room. The two of you wanted to create a dinosaur oasis for him and you wanted it to be everything that the toddler could possibly want. For almost four months you and Harry bought all of the furniture and decor that fit perfectly into the dinosaur theme the two of you had envisioned. And as it all came in, the two of you were able to perfectly and seamlessly put the room together. Every once in a while having a little hiccup in the process like not centering a nail on the wall or something, but nothing major.

Now while you and Harry were loving the project and enjoyed doing this for your son, it was still a really hard process for you both. Particularly for Harry though. As the two of you got closer to being done with the new room, you and Harry began packing up bubs’ baby clothes and things that he grew out of so that you could donate them and make space for the new things you two had gotten for him. As you two packed though, Harry was incredibly sad. While he loved his little man who ran around and was just full of life and energy, he missed his little baby. He couldn’t pick him up and have him all snug and tucked into his arms the same way he used to. Bubs was bigger and all of that was sinking in now as Harry packed up all of the small clothes and toys. With everything that was placed into the container, a little coo or memory left Harry’s mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from getting a little emotional at the fact that his baby was now a big boy. The both of you were incredibly sad that he was growing up so fast.

And even though it was an incredibly sad thing to think about, what made both you and Harry happy about it all was the big smile and shouts of amazement that came from your son once you two revealed the room to him. He was absolutely in love with his new big boy bed and all of the dinosaur pictures and decor on the walls, and the toys, and the dinosaur nightlight you two had gotten for him. He ran around the room looking at everything and taking it all in and just loving what his mommy and daddy put together for him. He couldn’t stop saying the cutest little thank you’s which only melted you and Harry even more. Seeing bubs so happy made you and Harry beyond happy and it made the whole growing up thing a bit easier.

After showing some of the things he couldn’t immediately see in his new room and playing with him a bit, you and Harry decided to step out and let bubs enjoy his new room for a little bit while you two continued with cleaning out his old room. The two of you gave the little boy a ton of squeezes and kisses before leaving him alone with his toys and getting back to packing all the baby stuff up. You and Harry had a set up on the floor so the two of you got back down there and went back to folding and looking through things. After a little while though, Harry couldn’t do it anymore. He was too overcome with the fact that his baby boy was getting bigger and now had his first big boy room. All of it was just too much for him. Keeping the little clothing item in his hand, Harry turns himself around and lays down on the floor, resting his head in your lap and causing you to turn your attention onto him.

“What’s going on babe?” You ask, finishing up the fold on the item in your hands before giving him your full attention.

“M’sad” Harry mumbles with a big pout spread across his face.

“Why baby?” You coo, bringing one of your hands to the side of his face and the other to his hair.

“Because! Our baby isn’t a baby anymore.” Harry whines dramatically.

“It’s not like he’s 30 or something with a wife and kid of his own...you are.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“Y/n!” He whines.

“Okay fine! I hate it when you’re all mopey and sad, so don’t be. I’m sad too, but it’ll be okay. No matter how big he gets, he’ll always be our baby.”

“I know, I just can’t stop thinking about how small he was when we brought him home and how he really needed us. Now he’s this little person who isn’t as small and who is starting to not need us. He’s his own little person.” He explains.

“Well he is his own little person. But he’s only two and a half, so he’ll be needing us for a good while Harry.” You reassure him with a little laugh, trying your best to comfort your very emotional husband. “What will make you feel better? What’s gonna make my baby feel better?” You coo, softly pinching his cheek in the process.

“Make another baby?” He proposes, turning is head up towards you.

“You know that takes both of us right?” You ask sarcastically, trying your hardest to not roll your eyes at him.

“If I’m not mistaken, I remember you being a big fan of the baby making process.” He reminds you smugly.

“Maybe.”

“See! Plus we’ve talked about it a couple times, so it’s the perfect time.” He says happily in your lap. “If we put bubs down for his nap now, we can have our second bubby cooking in there by dinner.” He says optimistically, bringing a hand up to your currently empty stomach.

“I don’t think that’s how it works Harry.” You deadpan, trying to hold back your laughs from how happy and cute he was in this moment.

“Who cares?! It never hurts to try!!” Harry continues on. “Are you in?” He asks hopefully.

“Let’s make another baby then.” You giggle, giving in to the idea. From the outside looking in, it may have looked like a bit of a spur of the moment thing. But in actuality, you were already thinking of possibly adding another member to the Styles family. You too were sad at the idea of your little boy growing up. And on top of that, you wanted him to have a sibling and someone to play with. So it all kind of worked out. Bubs was going to be turning three soon and you and Harry were really thinking and talking about another baby so it was perfect. You just hoped that you wouldn’t be popping out another baby as each of the other kids were growing up. You were kind of crossing your fingers that going forward a big boy bed didn’t come with the quest of having another baby.

Maybe after baby number two harry wouldn’t be so sad about growing up.

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doodle-zombie · 3 years

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Mini Idea Blurb: Angel meeting the Guardian of Positivity

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The number of skeletons falling through her floor was, frankly, startling enough on its own without taking into account how different they were from her own family. She still boggled at the sight of Ink's black trail he fell through and remembered that she had hoped it wouldn't stain the lighter wood of her floor. He had been the first one to somehow defy gravity and fall through her floorboards but he wasn't the only skeleton she met under such circumstances.

She still vividly recalled the one they called Blue, who insisted he was just Sans, and the foul cuss words he'd nearly screeched as his nasal ridge met her floor.

Now it appeared she had the embodiment of sunshine standing in the doorway of her kitchen and Angel really wished she wasn't elbow-deep in fish guts at the moment. She froze, looking over at the little gasp. Well, he was the brightest dressed skeleton she had ever seen!

"Uh... hi?"

In a similar fashion, he seemed overcome at the first glimpse of her and rendered mute for several long minutes. But unlike the situation with Ink, this new skeleton was just staring at her with his mouth slightly open and a glowing flush of yellow on his cheekbones. He should be ashamed to be staring, she thought as she returned to cleaning the fish for dinner, he was acting rude.

"It's rude to stare," she finally verbalized sourly. "I'm just cleaning a fish."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, voice soft and delicate. Like a little songbird. "It looks like Ink was right..."

"At least you didn't fall through the floor."

"What?"

"Ink fell through my floor," she said with a laugh. "I was kneading dough so it was quiet and then bam, there he was! All he did was stare at the floor."

This new skeleton didn't seem to know what to make of her but that was alright. Sans had told her enough that she could deduce who this was. The Guardian of Positivity himself, standing in her kitchen and looking like he didn't belong there. He seemed respectful enough not to do anything, but she wasn't feeling very negative at the moment so maybe he just didn't want to overstep?

How should she know?

"My name is Angel if you care to know."

"Dream," he offered promptly.

"Well, Dream, how about you take a seat and I'll make tea."

It is much later, many meetings between, that she hears about Nightmare and the war being waged between the brothers. Angel may not have a good relationship with her siblings but she can't imagine making them hurt. She listens with half attention as Dream rants one day about the last battle, how he can't understand why Nightmare even does what he does. Finally, Angel hums and Dream pauses mid-tirade.

"You know, bad things in life make us more grateful for the good things," she said slowly, turning cyan eye lights to his own yellow. She set her book aside with a decidedly disappointed frown and Dream twitched, hopefully feeling it. "Positivity is a lot like the daytime. If all we had was sunshine all the time we would get sick of it. Negativity is like night. Too much darkness and we lose hope. But when they come and go, when we have the night to see the reflection of the sun on the moon, we have hope. Because bad things don't last but they make us hold tighter to the good things. You and your brother are a lot like that. He makes you look better to other people and you give him light. At least, you're supposed to. But I have a feeling Nightmare hasn't had much hope in a very, very long time."

Angel isn't a bad monster. She doesn't like to hurt people. But she does think it's been much too long since someone held Dream accountable for his faults.

#zombie writes #This is part of a larger project but I was reminded of it and it needed to be shared #angel rhapsody #dream!sans

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zwiezraczek · 4 years

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Hello! 😃 it’s been a while jeje how are you? if you have the time can I please ask for prompts 2,14,23,24,30 she/her (u can choose her mutation if you’d like) with Warren🥺 a little angsty but with fluff at the end🥰 love your writing:) 😃

Youngblood [Blurb]

Note: Oh my I missed you so much! Well, ups and downs you now but we keep it going! I hope you’re doing good! Aaaah writing for Warren just ah 🥰 I hope you’ll like it, I probably got a little bit carried away haha ~ 💕

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Darling just hold on, darling just hold on, darling just hold on. Your mind went back and forth as this sentence filled your brain and with your eyes closed you couldn't focus on anything else but this voice. Darling just hold on. This was the last sentence you heard before they took you away from him, from the boy that stayed with you when no one else would, and all the world became a darker place without these green eyes and beautiful smile. Sometimes, at night, you remembered it so vividly you had the impression to see it – but it was only some torch throwing its light at you in order to wake you up.

But today was the day, the day you were sold, again. Nobody could really handle a mind-master, the kind of master that could wipe out everyone's memories, but their. And that what hurt you the most, because you could erase the worst memory a person ever had, an evidence, a clue or something as futile as a person's existence, but you couldn't erase the moment you got teared away from your parents at a young age – just at the moment they had discovered your mother was one of the mutants, and great chances were that you were one too – or this fair-headed boy you still remembered, him and the nest they made him. Him and his mysterious mutation he refused to share, as much as you refused to share yours. But living with him was a little piece of heaven, a piece they took away too from your cold bloody hands. And today you had to face another change, another owner, another person wanting your powers for something greater, something you never wanted.

You didn't cry, you had no tears left. You had given too much ,they had taken too much from you, they wouldn't have your tears too. The small space you were granted during this journey was everything you had, the small blanket and the pullover that covered your upper body along with a pair of baggy jeans. You felt dirty, almost as usual. You felt anger too, not for the first time, but you had to be patient, to smile and to give them what they wanted. Someone said that where you were going was a freak circus, a place where all the mutants owned by this mysterious person were held together, almost fighting to death, without any chance of coming back. Good for you. Your powers didn't allow you to stop suffering? Fine, you would die from someone's hand, would do the trick. And then, the door of the cage was opened by a large figure, a phoenix you thought. But a black one, looking at you with his sharp eyes as you were curled up in the corner of the space you had for this – too – long journey. From where you were, you could see a smirk and hear a little puff as the man patted the walls of this space.

“Nice travel, isn’t it,” he asked with a sarcastic tone. He was mocking you, and you knew it.

“Everything is great, everything is fucking great,” you hissed and he laughed.

“Wow, the eraser's got a sharp mouth, they didn't tell me that when I accepted this job,” you frowned as he entered the space you were held captive. Advanced towards you and knelt, looking right into your eyes. He had green eyes and a black leather jacket on. “Now, you're going to get up and get your magic done, darling, because we're not playing here.” You opened your eyes widely for a mere moment.

“Man, I have other things to do right now, so can you like, hurry,” the man outside shouted and the winged man simply nodded.

“We're leaving,” he said an dragged you out of the box – now you could see it was a box.

And you saw the most magnificent thing in your life, his wings. The feathers looking softer than a hundred clouds, shining in this dark weather. Your eyes were tired, but everything you saw was worth it. Maybe it was the last piece of heaven you would get; so when he picked you up and began to fly – past the few moments of fear – you passed out in his arms.

You woke up. In a room. A nice room. A pretty place, with some food on the nightstand next to you. You were dead, right? You were absolutely dead, but dead didn't mean that you couldn't enjoy the food that was brought to you. And as you began to eat, you heard the door crack and looked up, almost like an animal, to see a dim lady standing in a red gown looking at you with glistening eyes, and a serious face. You stopped everything you were doing, and stared at her, hesitantly as she floated into the room.

“Who are you,” you dared to ask as she landed on the sheets of the bed you were sleeping in.

“But do you know who you are,” she asked you back with a faint smile that left you agape. “You don't, you only remember bits, and bits aren't enough, am I right?”

You remembered way more than bits, you remembered every suffering you endured and every memory you had erased. The screams, the cries, the fights and the deaths. The blood you saw on different hands, the guilt on some face.

“I remember more than bits,” you replied. “I know it all, but what do you want me to erase? I'll erase it for you, I'll do it.”

“Oh, I don't need you to erase memories, I need you to bring them back,” she specified.

“But I can't.”

“I know you will, someone's waiting for his memories to be back, and I believe that a mind-master can make her way through the maze of erased thoughts, am I right?”

“I can try,” you finally whispered, intimidated by her voice and aura, the carmine gown reminding you of everything. The blood, the pain. The whole.

“It is all I needed to know,” the lady said and got up with a warm smile. “Eat darling, then someone will come and take you to the bathroom and give you some fresh clothes.”

She left as soon as her last words were told, leaving you alone, here, by yourself thinking if this place was real. Where were the fights? Blood? Pain? Death? Nothing there was real.

You were sitting in the small room, by yourself for this very moment. You were waiting for the person wanting his – apparently it was a man – memories back. You knew you couldn't grant them, you couldn't promise him that all he had forgotten would be back, no matter how hard you tried because you knew destruction of the mind. Every piece of thought you could break it, disassemble it bits by bits until it became dust. You never bothered about the state you left theses memories in, neither how could someone do something out of these. But apparently, you had to do something with the broken bits of this man's past.

You closed your eyes for a moment, thinking about what was happening to you and how badly you wanted all of this to stop, even if it was the best you were treated for years. Someone opened the door, your eyes immediately landing on him. The blond man with gracious wings was standing in front of you, looking at you from above as you just wanted to roll your eyes. You remembered his harsh words and above all his sarcastic tone while he picked you up. And right behind him was the woman, with her hands over his shoulders, and as he stood she stroked his feathers from time to time, as if he was a pet of hers.

“See my little Angel, she'll bring your memories back, and you'll be able to know who you are my dear,” she whispered and you saw the man's jaw become tense. “Here's Warren,” she presented him to you, “he brought you here and now you owe him this little therapy my darling.”

“I'll do my best,” you replied and the woman let the said Warren come closer to you, dragging loudly a chair behind him as she watched him lustily come towards you, before closing the door as he looked back at her.

“She heard about your abilities, you're the only mind-master available, so you better do your job,” he sharply said as you looked right into his green eyes.

“I'm good at destroying memories, not patching them,” you said before asking for his hand by putting yours in front of him. It was your way of entering one's mind, ad you wished at this very moment that you would managed to do it in another way.

“Well, you're a little late and I'm already torn to pieces,darling, you'll have nothing to destroy in there,” he sarcastically replied as he put his hand in yours.

“Close your eyes,” you said without missing a beat and not paying attention to what he said, trying to focus as much as you could.

His mind was thick and made of an opaque material, all was dusty around. He wasn't lying: there was nothing to tear as everything seemed damaged and the only light you could actually find in this place was around the woman that decided to shelter you to help him. However, the light was red and the atmosphere screamed danger and everything linked to it. Whenever you tried to approach the small altar that was made of her, the only place that seemed to remain intact, you felt his hand squeeze yours a little more. You felt that it wasn't your place to be, and that you had to focus on everything behind her sanctuary, everything that concerned him before all of this had happened.

As you walked on broken glass, you saw mirrors reflecting bloody arenas, screaming people, chanting “Archangel! Archangel!” endlessly as an immense black shadow passed right in front of your eyes. It was him, Warren with a cocky smile on his face, a smile that was framing the cracked mirror. Pain. You couldn't touch it, as you knew the place was already broken, painful and the only thing you could do was erase all of this, but here, nothing was broken to the point of not being able to see it. You walked towards a dead end, or a “keep out” area, and behind the signs you saw dust, papers, and mirrors, each small piece carried a little flame in it, something that needed time to be put together again. A long work, a work you had to be ready to do.

Before you could cross the place, his hand left yours and he opened his eyes, drops of sweat on his face. You hit the right spot.

As days and weeks passed by, you discovered that she had other mutants too – you couldn't resist but look inside the altar in Warren's mind – all of them treated in different ways, but more like humans than in all the places all of them had been. Warren's mind had less and less secrets for you, and even though you had a rocky start, you began to understand him way better through his sad memories, and the pieces of the destroyed ones. What you figured out was that nobody had destroyed his memories, well, nobody but him. His own min, in order to protect itself destroyed what held him back once in order to survive in this world. You couldn't blame him, you only wished that your mind did it too.

In exchange of your incursions into his mind, Warren asked you to share your past with him – because if you had the privilege to see what was going on inside his head, he wanted to have the privilege to know what was going on inside of yours. So, without too many second-thoughts, you shared some things with him; and the more you dug into his memories, patching slowly what you found, the more you opened up. As if these memories were connected to you, as if a strange and unknown link was connecting both of you. And even if Mrs. Daniell disliked it – you learned the hard way how much she loved Warren, and how he was everything to her, and how much he hated it – you grew closer to him with every session. And by closer you meant spending time with him, sitting in the gardens pretending to be patching his memories whereas you were talking about he managed to remember and what you remembered in your own past. It was therapeutic, it made you feel like when you were little, with this green-eyed boy while you were held captive. It was everything you missed.

And one day, after a few months, after thinking that you found another soulmate, you found out that his whole mind has been cleaned out, all the memories rearranged, and the keep out signs almost gone. Everything was up to him now, him and his green eyes. When you told him the good news, he began to shake, as if the truth might hurt him worse than the absolute oblivion.

“I don't... I don't know how to make it stop,” he whispered and you never saw him look so fragile. You took his hand, rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand while holding it.

“I'm here if needed, I can erase anything you'd like Warren, and you know that.”

“I don't want to waste your work you... You made your mutation evolve, you don't know how important what you did is and I don't want to destroy it,” he whispered and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath then. “I think I'm ready for an introspection.”

He disappeared for a moment, his eyes peacefully closed as you held his hand, anxious. Whatever he was about to discover, you wished it wouldn't break him. You were ready to erase anything, the hard work you put into it, for his well being. Because he was important to you, just like the boy when you were younger, the one whose mutation was invisible to your eye at the time, the one you lost and you couldn't let that happen again.

He opened his eyes, let your hand go, gasped loudly, and immediately after tried to catch his breath. His eyes looked vividly green, and his feathers looked sharper than they did before. You felt everything, you felt the fear and exhaustion, you saw confusion and rage in his eyes. But the moment he looked at you, everything softened as if the world became a better place.

“It was you,” he said and caught your hand between his palms and looked at you as if you were the most important thing in his world.

“Me?”

“Darling just hold on,” he said with a smile and you understood. You saw your world grow lighter, and a smile appeared on your face.

“You were hiding... Wings,” you managed to say out of the happy confusion.

“And you your mind,” he replied and kissed the back of your hand. “I'm never letting her separate us, never again.”

“Her?”

“Mrs. Daniell. We're leaving tonight y/n, I don't fucking care, we won't stay here anymore. She won't take me away from you, not again.”

Your heart felt full, and your smile grew wider. Your two soulmates were one.

#ben hardy #warren worthington x you #Warren Worthington #Warren Worthington III #warren worthington the third

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stillebesat · 4 years

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White Lies (2/5)

Sanders Sides: Deceit, Virgil, Logan, Roman, Patton Sequel to Little Lies Blurb: Deceit has been stuck in his ‘role’ as Dilyn for almost a year now. It’s about time he changed that. Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Tiny!Sides Inspiration: From @yay-cats9‘s wonderful Fanart she did for Little Lies. <3 Again thank you for the artwork! I love it! Overall Fic Warnings: Deceit, Negative Self Talk, Panic/Anxiety Attacks

To Catch Up: Chapter 1

Such a child.

Dilyn rested his head against his knees, pressing his burning eyes against the soft fabric of the circus tent of a cape, breath hitching no matter how hard he tried to gain control of himself.

Such a fool.

Fresh tears welled, running down his cheeks as he sniffed, rubbing mucus all over his grown up uniform, shivering in the darkness.

He’d been an idiot to believe--believe that wishing on a stupid star of Roey’s making would--would change him back.

Some Gatekeeper, unable to tell your truths from your lies.

And hadn’t wishing on a fake star been one of the bigger lies he’d told to the others when they were younger?

Dilyn hunched his shoulders. He’d been a child too long. Been caught up in the act. Been--been believing that a stupid little wish would--would--

Thomas doesn’t need Deceit. That’s a Fact.

A soft whimper left his lips as he curled up tighter. He would--would need to head back inside soon. Get---get back to bed like--like the good Dilyn was supposed to be. Not Le--let--the others--th-they couldn’t kno-know that he’d--tried--tried this stupid wishing thing. He shouldn’t--

“Dilyn?” A familiar voice asked in a low tone. “What are you doing--”

Dilyn stiffened. Virgil. How long had he been up here?! He couldn’t see him like this!

He grabbed at the air in a knee jerk reaction to silence Anxiety. To get him to--

Idiot.

It doesn’t work for them.

Dilyn dropped his hand before finishing the gesture, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.

He hadn’t been able to silence the Big Four since--since---

Dilyn whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

Powerless.

Some Gatekeeper.

Useless.

“Dee?”

There had been a time when the barest hint of being willing to silence him would have sent Annie fleeing from Deceit’s presence.

Some Gatekeeper.

Dilyn choked back another sob, burying his head deeper into the folds of his cape. Those days were long gone. Annie rarely cowered since he’d joined the Light Sides. Since he’d been accepted by Thomas.

Thomas will never accept you.

You’ll be a child forever.

He tensed as Virgil sat down next to him. Why was he still here? Annie didn’t care about him. He only went along with disguising himself as Deceit in order to protect Thomas from the Others. He should be back downstairs celebrating the New Year with Roey, Morey, and Logie.

He should be celebrating that Deceit wasn’t there to terrorize and ruin the night. Ruin another year.

“You remember when we used to come up here as kids?” Annie asked as the banging of pots and pans below finally faded away.

Dilyn’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into the tent that was his cape. “No.” He lied, gritting his teeth to keep himself from saying more. If he didn’t talk to Annie then he would have no reason to stay and would leave him alone.

Virgil scoffed, tapped his fingers against the boards. “I’m surprised.” He remarked. “You were the one who brought me up here when we were…what? Five?”

Five? No. He’d tried to do so back then, but Annie had been far too entrenched in the subconscious to convince him that year. “Six.” He whispered.

It had been a nightmare getting the darkling up here. Each step had taken an eternity to take because Anxiety had been convinced that every shifting shadow was one of the Big Three descending on them to banish them back into the subconscious away from Happy Little Thomas.

“That was the first year I saw Creativity’s Star.” Virgil shifted, his arm brushing Dilyn’s as he settled more comfortably against the bars of the balcony. “You told me that if we wished hard enough, whatever we wished for would come true.”

Foolish.

Such Naivety.

Dilyn sniffed, rubbing his nose against his cape as he reluctantly lifted his head, resting his chin on his knees as he watched the last sparks of the star vanish. “I lied.” He whispered. Because that was what he--what Deceit did. Lied. Again and again and again. Telling the others what they wanted to hear, telling them what would give them hope because he too had been foolish enough to believe that they wouldn’t always be in the dark. Always be in the subconscious.

He knew better now.

Annie huffed a laugh, his tense shoulders relaxing as he slid down the banister, his head now more on level with Dilyn’s. “I don’t think you did. At least not as much back then. I mean, you wished on it too.”

It didn’t work back then either.

Dilyn choked on a sob, scrubbing roughly at his eyes. He’d known better back then, why had he--

Some Gatekeeper.

He’d been little too long, gotten sucked into the delusions children easily believed. “Imma fool. Wishes no come true.”

“Not all of them no.” Annie looked down, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. “And the ones that do...don’t always…” He licked his lips, shrugging a shoulder. “...they don’t come true when we want them to, but when the time is right.”

When the time was right? When the time was RIGHT? He vividly remembered telling that same stupid sentiment to Annie right before he’d left them for the light sides. And now Annie, no now ANXIETY of all people had used those words to defy Deceit. To leave despite Deceit’s strong argument otherwise. And it had worked for him. It had WORKED and---not--not---

You’ll never be liked by Thomas. Admit it. He hates you. You’re no Virgil. You don’t get redemption. You get to be a freaking CHILD.

“NEVER.” Dilyn practically spat the word, tearing his too large hat off his head and flinging it at the balcony door.

Never.

Thomas will NEVER like you.

You failed.

Some Gatekeeper.

His eyes burned as fresh tears streamed down his cheek. “Never. NEVER. NEVER COMES TRUE! IT NEVER--”

Dilyn turned shoving his face into Virgil’s side, unable to keep it together anymore, he sobbed harder, clinging to Annie’s hoodie like the helpless pathetic child he was. “Nevernevernever.” “Whoa--whoa. Hey.” Annie wrapped an arm around him, holding him close. “Dee--”

“It’s Dilyn.” He bitterly corrected. He would always be Dilyn. He was nothing else to Thomas now. Not after a year! “Deceit’s gone. Powers bye bye. All unwant--”

Virgil inhaled sharply, holding Dilyn closer. “You’re lying.”

Lying?

LYING!

Dilyn growled, shoving away from Annie’s side. “I STILL SMALL!” He yelled, pushing to his feet, gesturing at himself. “I HERE A YEAR, VEE AND I STILL SMALL. TOMMY DOESN’T WANT ME. DOESN’T NEED ME.” He glared at Virgil, stomping his foot. “HOW IS THAT.” His voice cracked. “LYING?!”

“Hey.” Vee sat up, pulling him back into a tight hug, rocking him back and forth “Hey. No. Dee. No. It’s not like that.”

How could he believe that? HOW?

Dilyn whimpered, digging his fingers into Virgil’s jacket, shivering as the wind picked up, easily sending a cool gust through his oversized clothes. “Tis too.”

“It’s not. You don’t think….” Vee exhaled, rubbing his back. “That me wishing the same stupid wish every year was...pointless? You don’t think after ten years I had stopped believing Thomas would ever accept me? That all my work was for nothing?”

But it hadn’t been. Virgil had been accepted. His stupid wish had come true.

He’s better than you. Of course it would come true. Thomas likes him.

Vee, squeezed him, running his fingers through his hair. “Your wishing isn’t pointless. You will be yourself again, Dee. You’ll...grow up. Thomas will...will learn to--”

Learn to what?

Get rid of you. That’s what. Thomas doesn’t need Deceit anymore.

The lump in his throat grew bigger. Dilyn pressed his face harder into the hoodie. “He loves me.” He choked out.

“He hated me too.” Virgil said softly. “You know that.”

Yah. So?

“But look how that’s changed in the past year.”

Dilyn huffed a bitter laugh, curling up in Vee’s lap. Sure. Annie had changed a lot. Revealing his name, upgrading his clothes, changing the Big Three into the Big Four with the others accepting him as necessary to Thomas’s functions. But that was different. “That...you.” He whispered. “You...liked. All Tommy’s fans like you.” He’d seen the feedback in the videos. Seen the fans wanting Virgil to be loved by the others. The fans had loved Anxiety from the very beginning. While Deceit--Deceit--had-- “I’m...I just…” He raised a hand to his scaled cheek.

Hated.

Scorned.

What more did you expect from a Dark Side?

Only pure evil would pretend to be Morality.

You’ll never be liked by them.

Ever.

They hate you.

They always will.

Virgil pressed his warmer hand against Dilyn’s, rubbing his thumb gently against his scales. “You’re doing what I did when I first showed up.” He said. “Making a bad first impression. Thomas will come around. More of his fans will come around. I mean...you’ve convinced us as Dilyn that you’re not that bad of a guy. It just takes--”

He groaned, jerking his head away from Vee’s hand. “Time.” He practically spat, fingers clenching on the drawstrings of his hoodie. It just takes time. Just a little more time. Another day of being small, another month of being a child. None of the others had been small for this long though! How did they know anything? “How. Much. Longer. Vee?” He demanded. “How mucher more?” He sniffed, rubbing his nose against the cape. “I small a year! I wanna…” Dilyn dropped his voice, “I wish….”

Let Deceit Rise.

Just let me be…me.

Virgil reached out resting his hand against the scales one more, a small smile playing on his lips as Dilyn leaned into his touch. “That you were big? That you were Deceit again?”

He flinched, ducking his head. “It’s dumb.”

Virgil gently lifted his chin back up to meet his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Truth.

Why--Tears again filled his eyes. “But you should.” He whispered, voice trembling. “I do.”

Vee exhaled, chewing on his bottom lip, dark eyes searching Dilyn’s.

Dilyn frowned, fidgeting under Annie’s stare. “What?” He finally snapped, poking him in the nose, unable to take the scrutiny.

Virgil wrinkled his nose, pulling back out of Dilyn’s reach. “Nothing.” He huffed, shaking his head. “No, you thinking something. What?”

“Just…” Virgil shrugged. “Your role as Dilyn. Maybe...it’s time to end it.”

End it? Dilyn scoffed. END IT? He could only end it if he was BIG again. And that was NEVER going to happen. He was powerless. ”Why? All clear. I small. Forever. The End.”

“Well…” Virgil moved him off his lap “I was thinking that I can’t make you big again, Dee.”

Dilyn rolled his eyes, hugging himself in an effort to stop shivering. “Duh, Annie.” He grumbled. If any of the others could have made him big again they would have already done it! It wasn’t like the Big Four actually wanted him around. They were just tolerating him to protect Thomas from the others.

Some Gatekeeper.

“But.”

Dilyn looked up, frowning as the night sky behind Vee seemed to waver. “But?”

Virgil smirked, raising his own hand in a similar gesture to Deceit’s silencing one, the inky darkness behind him surging forward as he completed the movement to engulf Dilyn in pitch blackness before he could blink. “You can still be Deceit.”

To Be Continued Chapter 3

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all-things-fic · 5 years

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The Fleetwood Mac Wembley blurb made me soft. But like can you imagine the same y/n being at The Eagles show and they’re still walking on eggs shells but he’s asked her to come along. Anne and Gemma and Michal and Jeff and Niall all in the little stairwell area watching The Eagles.

~*~ Your Dad would’ve loved to have been here was one of the main thoughts that popped into your head as One Of Those Nights kicked in. You knew you’d take to pulling your phone out and challenging him to use his iPhone - that was newly bought - so he could experience the concert in some way with a short FaceTime call during the classic that was Hotel California. Smiling to yourself, you pressed your body against the stone of the wall of the stairwell that you found yourself stood in. A denim jacket hung loosely over your shoulders as you kept your eyes ahead regardless of how much you had wanted to sink into his side.

Standing at The Eagles concert wasn’t how you had originally envisaged your night going. Sunday evenings you often found yourself ordering a take out Sunday Roast (sacrilege you know) and watching Love Island just to numb your mind a little before the new working week or press releases and editorial photography.

Not this Sunday however. This Sunday you found your plans all thrown up into the air thanks to the way your phone rang on the table in your garden as you ate a very late brunch at almost 2pm (it was definitely lunch). Admittedly you let it ring for longer than you wanted to, but seeing his name on your phone was still a bit of a novelty. More so when just looking at the five letters made you think of the spine tingling kiss he’d left on your lips after dropping you off to your home a mere five days prior. He’d been nervous when he called, rambling on about his happenings for the week and talking about how he’d found a new service station that he would frequent again the next time he did the three and a half hour journey from Cheshire to his home. You couldn’t even remember how he’d asked you to come along to see the show with him. Truth be told he probably hadn’t even got the entire question out before you had said yes, because you were eager to see him. You weren’t afraid to admit it. Maybe outright, and to yourself, and definitely to him. But in your head? You were word vomit about the way you craved to see him again. He’d sent a car for you, explaining how he didn’t think traffic would give him enough time for him to complete one of his commitments for the day and get himself and everyone else carted to the Stadium. The juxtaposition of him sending an expensive car and you now standing among everyone else was not lost on you. You loved it in fact. Loved how you were able to remain so in the thick of the atmosphere but also hidden away. Harry was stoic next to you, his hands pushed into the front pockets of his jacket that resembled that of a Harrington that screamed 1960s Britain, as he watched his mother, sister and her boyfriend standing slightly ahead of him. You’d noted his relationship with the girl in the mint green dungarees the minute you’d located him, Jeff coming to find you at the front of the building and walking you through the stadium having texted Harry to let him know you were there. He’d been stood in an embrace with Gemma as Anne took a picture of her two babies with the stadium filling up behind them, making sure she got the stage in the frame too. The minute he’d seen you his face shone to the kind of proportions that absolutely gave away just how enamoured he was by you. You were sure yours had done the same, which was why the lack of embrace had been hard to process. He’d waved, this cutesy gesture that softened you immeasurably and was then suddenly in an embrace with Sheryl Crow. Because that’s just how his life was. Maybe would be forever. What you didn’t realise was the reason he lingered between his usual soft and cuddly actions and hardened, I’m-not-willing-to-risk-outing-you, was because he’d be on a red-eye flight out of the capital in about seven hours time. You only knew that now having been stood in an even quieter, darkened corner of the stadium with him when the show had come to an end. So vividly it was easy to remember the way he’d fidgeted with the collar of his jacket. Part of you amused at how he looked like those kids who thought they were popular at high school and wanted to do anything to go against the school uniform rules. He’d rambled on and on and on, somewhere in between making it so you caught that he would be leaving to go to New York. Only for a week, he kept saying. Just to finalised some things (he never went into detail). “‘M comin’ back,” he’d desperately added. His eyes darting all over your face to try and read your expression, that you knew was unreadable. What were you supposed to say? To do? Everything was so fresh between the two of you that it had barely been watered enough to grow from the planted seed that it was. “Just make sure you have fun,” you said, voice breathy causing him to stop mid-sentence during his rampage of how he was telling you just how much he didn’t like New York, almost like he thought it was what you needed to hear. “‘M goin’ for work-“ You scoffed a laugh, watching the way his face fell. He really was trying to unnecessarily reassure you. “Doesn’t mean you can’t find a dive bar or two-“ His lips twitched but it didn’t meet his eyes and part of you knew he was apprehensive about leaving when he wanted to explore more about the electric magic between the two of you. Things could so easily change and he didn’t want that, neither did you. “It’s okay to have fun. All work and no play,” you trailed off, jutting your lips out towards him from where you stood. You knew he was confused because you weren’t exactly begging him to stay, but you were realistic. He couldn’t stay. He needed to go and do what he needed to do but he also needed to know you’d miss him. Of course he did. Just like every other person who wanted to have that sense of security and longing. That you were into this just as much as he was. “Come back to me.” Those four words perforated through the silent holding of each other’s gaze. He reached from you, moving his hands from the depths of his jacket pockets and cupped around the back of your neck. He heavily pressed his forehead to yours. “Of course. Don’t you go anywhere.” “Not gonna.” “Good. Don’t want you to.” He reached up pressing his lips heavily against your forehead. The sound of his name being called broke you both from the silent embrace. Raising his lips he shouted, “Gimme a minute.” Harry’s lips were back on your forehead again, dulling down his voice as he said, “Christ he’s at it already. Manager mode on.” Pressing your face into his neck, he chuckled when he felt your shoulders shake as you silently giggled. “Gimme a kiss for the road-“ Pulling away you looked up at him, “Something to remember me by? Stop you being tempted by all those models-“ “Hey,’ he cut in, hands sliding down your body to sit against your lower back. “I didn’t say tha’.” “‘M joking, you are sensitive today,” you nudged his nose. “I know you’re serious, you sent a car for me and everything.” “Piss off,” he shot back at yur teasing, enjoying the way he felt your giggle bounce off his lips. “Did me a favour, uber fare would’ve hit surge charge-“

Shaking his head, he pressed his lips against yours once feeling the way your mouth had downturned at the realisation that regardless of the flirtatious joking this was indeed, a goodbye kiss. “Make it a good one, Styles-“

And he did. He definitely did.

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19mrs-barnes17 · 4 years

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Right Hand Woman

Summary: Carol looks back on her past with her shapeshifting right hand, remember how she has come

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Platonic!Carol Danvers x reader

Warnings: none?

Word count: 472

A/N: Here’s a very short, little Carol blurb requested by anonymous!

There was some sort of swell of pride that emanated from within Carol as she watched her right hand take down an entire deck of enemy soldiers all on her own. It reminded her of the good ol’ days back when she was still training. She could remember how Y/N would grow so frustrated, breaking the nearest object. It made a hefty bill for the Avengers, but Carol always saw past the anger when no one else would. She knew what it was like to feel as though you were capable of great things but to lack the patience that training demanded.

But Carol was determined to help her see that she didn’t need to suppress her emotions, but instead get in touch with them. She spent every day with Y/N, waking her in the early morning and working her in combat training until dinner. There was something about her that reminded Carol of herself, something in her determination and her refusal to give up.

Soon enough, Carol saw a change in the young woman as she became in tune with her emotions and learned to allow them to guide her. She was beginning to understand, so she was finally moved into training her shapeshifting. This was an altogether more difficult task. Y/N’s frustration began to return but Carol refused to let her take steps backward. She told her about her own journey in discovering her potential and how she learned that she didn’t need to restrain her power but instead to let go.

It wasn’t long before Y/N began to get a grip on shifting her image, beginning with her hair. Carol could vividly remember the day that her student had walked into the training room looking exactly like her. Of course she was momentarily off put by the sight of herself walking toward her, but in an instant she realized that it was Y/N. Carol was beyond proud, and impressed at her pupil’s dedication to connecting to her powers.

Now, well Y/N was one of the best trained Avengers on the team. She has grown so much since the early days of her training, now able to shift her appearance and even into other species effortlessly. Carol could not have been more proud of her, and it was not long before she took her on as her second-in-command. Her right hand woman. And she did not regret it for a moment.

She was shaken from her thoughts as Y/N called an all-clear, flying down to her side and readying for the fight ahead. She glanced over at her former student with such pride in her eyes , she was no longer needed to teach. But she would always be there as her backup and friend.

“Carol? You ready for this?”

“I was born ready.”

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eleanor-writes-stuff · 5 years

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through thick and thin (you were always on my mind) [one-shot]

Hollywood power couple Rey and Ben's break-up sets off a chain of events chronicled through a series of headlines. Two and a half years later, they find their way back to each other.

This one’s a bit experimental. I wanted to write a Hollywood AU that spans more than three years, covers all the familiar beats from Ben’s first fall to the dark side all the way to his redemption, and captures more than just the Reylo aspect of things. In the end, I settled on telling the story through a series of headlines and article blurbs - and then wrote a one-shot to go along with the eleventh headline.

So if you’re into Hollywood AUs, exes getting back together, painfully public disasters, and/or Reylo, here’s a story for you.

Also available on AO3. And hey, maybe check out my Twitter or Ko-fi?

. . .

“Hey, Ren! Ren, over here!”

“Mr. Solo, is it true that you and Snoke are no longer on speaking terms?”

“Ben, are you here for Rey?”

It’s that last question that stands out amidst a veritable cacophony, that rings in her ears as Rey turns to find herself face-to-face with the man she once knew as Ben Solo.

She’s not ready for this. It’s been barely two minutes since the first shriek of his name reached her ears, more than two years since she woke up to find his side of the bed cold, and she is not ready for this. Especially not with him looking at her like that, not with him blocking out the rest of the world with his broad frame, his shoulders slightly hunched as he curls over her and his eyes resolutely fixed on hers even as they reflect the absolute loss she sees on his face as he struggles to find his voice.

“What you said–” Ben, Kylo, Ben forces out in one breath, throat working and jaw clenched and fingers curled close to his sides, all the signs she’s more than familiar with, all the signs she should’ve forgotten by now–

The last time Rey heard his voice was four days after Christmas; the last thing he ever said to her was goodnight, sweetheart as he gathered her to his chest and held her painfully close, and Rey had laughed and teasingly assured him that she wasn’t going anywhere and cuddled even closer.

In the morning he was gone, and now he’s here and he’s looking at her with the same eyes that never avoided hers, not until those last few days, and he’s speaking with the same voice that once promised to never abandon her, not until the day I die and maybe not even then–

“Ben,” she cuts him off with a broken whisper, clears her throat and fights back tears and tries again. “Kylo. What are you doing here?”

He flinches when she calls him Kylo, even though she’s read a dozen insider reports about how he snaps at anyone who makes the mistake of using his old name.

“What you said, about spending your life with me–”

A fresh wave of tears hit her then, and she is powerless to stop them as she shakes her head at him and takes a stumbling step backward in a pathetic attempt to remind herself of the space between them.

“That was a different lifetime, Kylo,” she reminds him pointedly, voice thick with sorrow even as she keeps her head held high and brings one hand to her face to roughly swipe at her tears. He might still be, after all these years, the biggest man she’s ever known, but even Ben’s impossibly broad frame can’t hide her from hundreds of cameras and thousands of onlookers, all uncharacteristically silent as they strain their ears to catch a snippet of this unexpected reunion.

This isn’t how Rey imagined it would go, not that she’s ever admitted to imagining – or even thinking, or hoping for – a reunion. She’d made that mistake once in her childhood, held out hope for people who couldn’t be bothered to stick around, much less come back. Two days into the new year, when it finally sank in that Ben really was gone for good, she’d sworn never to make that mistake again, never to get her hopes up again–

And here she is anyway, too foolish and weak and hopeful to turn her back on this man and walk away from him the way he did to her, the way she knows she should.

He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again Rey can’t tell if they’re as shiny as hers or if her tears are distorting her vision. “Why… why didn’t you tell me?” Ben asks in the same quiet, secret voice he once used to whisper sweet nothings and empty promises into her ear.

Sweet nothings and empty promises and not even a goodbye. Rey thinks of how cold the bed had been that morning, how empty the house, how dark and dreary the skies, and all of that she lets bleed into her voice when she asks, “Would it have changed anything?”

She won’t break. She won’t, she can’t, she shouldn’t after all this time and all the nights she’s cried herself to sleep and all that he’s put between them–

But then Ben whispers, “Everything,” and there’s no holding back the sob that rips past her lips, the wound she still carries with her after all this time, was it me was it something I did wrong was there anything I could have done–

A hand, warm and familiar and so, so gentle, curls around her wrist as his thumb sweeps up and down the sensitive skin there, soothing her erratic pulse. “It felt… it felt like everyone was keeping me at arm’s length, but you… you hurt the most of all. If I’d just known–”

“I thought you did,” Rey protests weakly. How could he not have known, how could he not have figured it out when she opened her arms and her home and her heart to him, when she chose to love him even though it was the most terrifying, dangerous thing she’d ever done? “Ben, you were everything to me, how could you not… If you’d just talked to me,” she cries, a low, mournful tone at the thought of what-ifs and if-onlys.

“I wish I had, Rey,” he sighs, and she watches as he runs his free hand through his hair, tugs at the edges in frustration the way she still vividly remembers him doing all the time– “More than anything in the world, I wish I had.”

And in his eyes she sees pain and loss matched only by her own, a familiar sight that haunts her even two years later. When his hold on her wrist loosens, when it seems as if he might leave again, Rey does what she wishes she’d had the chance to do the first time around.

She throws her arms around his neck and holds him in place, yanks his lips down to hers and makes him stay. There’s a roaring in her ears that might be blood but is probably the crowd going wild, there’s fireworks blooming against the back of her eyelids that might be a thousand cameras going off but is probably just Ben.

When Rey finally pulls away, he’s holding her as close as he had on their last night, maybe closer still. And all these years later he still looks at her like she’s a wonder to behold, like she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Rey allows herself a smile at the thought, at the warmth that unfurls in her chest. “Would you… do you wanna get out of here and just… talk?”

Ben’s fingers dig into the small of her back; he’s so close he can’t even look at her as he speaks, just dips his head and brushes his lips against the shell of her ear. “But it’s your premiere–”

“Eh,” she shrugs, hides her face in his neck and presses a smile to his skin. “It’s just another summer blockbuster. They’re a dime a dozen, I hear,” she reminds him teasingly, softens the blow with a kiss to his throat.

He lets go just enough to look down at her, gives her that bashful smile she still remembers from the very first time he asked if she’d like to hang out in his trailer between scenes.

“I didn’t mean–”

Rey shakes her head, leans in to silence him with a quick kiss. “There’ll be time for that later. Follow me?”

“Always,” Ben vows, and they leave the red carpet hand-in-hand.

. . .

Across the street from the Coruscant Theater, safely hidden away in Maz’s diner, Rey smiles to herself as Ben rattles off their shared order, still burned into his mind all these years later.

When he turns back and finds her beaming at him, he responds with a little grin of his own and an upturned palm on the table. Rey reaches for his hand without hesitation, laces their fingers together and revels in the familiar comfort of it all.

They’re silent for the longest time, lost in each other’s eyes like grinning fools until Ben clears his throat and glances away for a moment, arranges his thoughts and turns back to her with a straight face.

“Do you remember the sequel Luke and I worked on? The one for his old trilogy?”

How can she forget, when they spent their first unofficial date in his trailer talking about it for three hours? Ben, previously so distant and shy, had opened up to her like a flower blooming for the sun that night, shared an entire childhood’s worth of memories and laughter and mistakes over leftovers from craft services.

“Across the Stars,” Rey nods, her lips twitching with fondness when Ben seems surprised by her memory of it. “You two wrote it when you were fifteen, when your parents sent you to live with him one summer.”

“And then I spent half my life editing and work-shopping it,” Ben admits, the first she’s ever heard of this. They’d been together for four years, surely she would have noticed– but then again, they’d kept separate offices even after they moved in together, just to avoid any mix-ups with their respective mountains of scripts, and Ben was always in his whenever she’d video-call him on location, hard at work on something she’d always assumed to be acting-related.

“Two months before…” he falters even as her shoulders tense, as she waits to see what he’ll call it. “Two months before,” Ben repeats and leaves it at that, “I finally worked up the nerve to show it to him… and he… he laughed me off.”

His grip on her grows tighter, but not unbearably so, and Rey aches for him, for her Ben who’s so sensitive and self-conscious about his work that he refuses to watch any of his movies, that he ducks his head and curls into himself whenever anyone mentions a performance.

“He didn’t even bother to read it, said I should’ve given up on it a long time ago, that he never had any intention of actually making a sequel.”

“Oh, Ben–”

He shakes his head, squeezes her hand. “I went to my mom after that, thinking maybe I could get her to talk to Luke, just talk to him and get him to at least look at the script. But she turned me away like she’s always done, too scared of even the smallest hint of nepotism.”

Ben isn’t the first troubled actor to come from the Skywalker family, Rey knows; the twins had gone through their own ups and downs, especially Leia who’d only just managed to distance herself from her film royalty parents when her biological parentage was revealed. The media had accused her of everything from using her family name to blackmailing Anakin’s associates to secure roles, and even though decades have passed Rey knows the older woman still carries that experience with her.

“She was just trying to protect you,” she points out to Ben, careful to keep her tone gentle and neutral. “She never wanted you to go through what she did–”

“All her protection has ever done is hurt me,” Ben mutters, and Rey finds herself at a loss when he pulls his hand away and retreats from her, leans back against his side of the booth while the waiter brings them their order.

Rey lets that conversation die, follows Ben’s lead when he tucks into his pancakes; they’ve gotten their usual after-premiere breakfast for dinner, a tradition established when he’d finally, officially asked her out after the premiere of the movie that had brought them together in the first place. Minutes pass in a busy silence until Rey can’t help it anymore, until even all the pancake she’s stuffed into her mouth can’t keep the question from her lips.

“Why me?” she asks, letting her fork go with a clatter. “I get why you needed space from Leia and Luke, but why me, Ben? One minute I thought you were going to propose, and the next–”

“How did you know?” Ben asks, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“I found the ring in your sock drawer,” Rey admits, and throws in an unapologetic shrug for good measure when he simply blinks at her. “What? I was freezing and you always had warmer socks.”

He smiles fondly at the reminder and finally leans back into the conversation, elbows planted on the table. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Rey worries her lower lip, thinks would it have changed anything and wonders just how different their lives might have been if she’d just put on the damn ring and waited for him at the door with a firm yes that night the way she’d wanted to. But instead– “I didn’t want to ruin it, so I waited. And waited. Then Christmas came and went so I thought, maybe he’s waiting for New Year’s–”

“I was going to ask on Christmas Eve,” Ben reveals softly, not quite meeting her eye.

She reaches across the table, takes both his hands in hers and waits until he looks at her to speak. “Why didn’t you? You know I would’ve said yes, Ben, you know I would’ve stuck with you no matter what, even with the whole mess with the twins, even if you never spoke to them again–”

Ben shakes his head. “I know how close you are with my family, I didn’t want to make you pick sides–”

“I would’ve picked you,” Rey whispers. “I will always pick you.”

He takes a shaky breath, lips trembling and shoulders tense. “I was so…” One hand twitches in hers, and she knows he’s fighting the urge to run it through his hair. “God, I was such a mess, Rey. The whole thing with that stupid script, and then all anyone could talk about was how cute you and Finn were in your movie, how much better he’d be for you… and you seemed so quiet and distant all the time–”

Rey frowns at the thought. “I was worried for you!” she explains, knowing even as she does that it’s far too late, that none of it matters now.

“I just… I thought you were going to break up with me,” he admits quietly, eyes fixed on her half-decimated pancakes rather than her.

“Ben.”

He’s fidgety with nerves, and this time when his hands twitch she lets them go and watches him tear a napkin to shreds. “It’s stupid, I know, I know that now, but I was so scared, and I felt like I’d lost everything already anyway, so why not just… leave first, avoid the pain, run away like a fucking coward–”

“Ben, if you’d just talked to me–” she can’t help but say again, her heart crying at how simple it could have been, at how happy they could have been.

“I wish I had. You have no idea how much I wish… but it’s too late for that now, I guess.”

His voice is utterly defeated, his head is lowered like a kicked puppy, and Rey– Rey categorically rejects that and all it means for them.

“No, it’s not.”

It takes Ben a small eternity to raise his eyes to hers, and when he does Rey gives him a smile that’s not as bright as she’d like but honest all the same. Because it’s been two and a half years, and–

“It still hurts, when they ask me about you. When I think about us. When I reach across the bed at night and realize you’re not there anymore.”

“Rey,” Ben breathes, regret and guilt marring his features. “Rey, I–”

“If it still hurts…” she goes on, determined to see this through, to make sure she does everything she can this time. Even if it doesn’t work out…

But she can’t afford to think like that, not when there’s still hope. “If it still hurts, then… then some part of me still loves you, I think. And if that’s true then… it’s not too late, Ben.”

She holds out her hand, willing him to accept it, accept this and a second chance and her.

Ben stares at her hand for the longest time before he returns his eyes to hers. “What if… what if I fuck up again, Rey? What if I hurt you again?”

It’s a very real possibility, and a very real fear. But the alternative – to walk away from him, to go back to her half-life, to leave him like this, filled with pain and misery and regret – is even worse. Besides, this time– “You won’t,” Rey says simply, gives him an assuring smile. “Because this time we’ll deal with it together.”

The seconds tick by, but her smile remains in place, her faith remains resolute. And when Ben finally, finally takes her hand, she knows it’s all going to be okay.

“Together,” he promises, and leans over the table to seal it with a kiss.

. . .

Funny how I wrote the Twitter thread because I was going through terrible writer's block and couldn't write normal/traditional fic, only to end up writing a normal one-shot for the thread. I'm... really rusty, but at least I managed to write something! Well played, universe.

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rogerina-yee-haw · 5 years

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okay based on the new video of joe and ben no one has recovered from, please write a blurb about Ben knowing the reader because she works on set and they end up sharing a hotel room because they’re changing location for filming but there’s only one bed (aka my fave trope ever) so they end up sharing and flirting and ben gives her those eyes which can only lead to one thing ;)

I changed the request a little, but I hope you’ll still enjoy it 🖤

“and there was one bed!”

“oh my god, there was one bed!?” y’all know what vine I’m talking about

this is very cliché but i love such shit so much, none of you can stop me. thank u for the request, love ! it’s not really steamy I’m sorry

Playing Dominique in “Bohemian Rhapsody” was all good and fun until you fell in love with the guy who was playing Roger Taylor. It was impossible not to love him - Ben was smart, funny, witty, cute and understanding. You were in your mid-twenties, as well as he was - just two years older than you - and you never expected to get on well so much with someone your age.

The thing is, all three best friends you had were younger than you - 21, 23 and 20. You all met in high school, as you didn’t really have a lot of friends among people in your class. You love life was on the other side of it - you had four boyfriends and all of them were much older than you. Your first was twenty-two; you lost your virginity to him just a couple of weeks after you turned eighteen. The oldest guy was thirty-three and things with him ended in a kind of fucked way - he told you he had fallen out of love with you on your birthday and left you all alone so that you could drown yourself in your sorrows and wine. It happened right before you started filming in BoRhap; so this job really helped you to recover from it. New friends did too. Ben especially.

You two spent too much time together; and as you had no actual lines in the movie, you compensated it with non-stop talking off-set. Ben liked listening to you; he liked your voice, the way you gesticulated whenever you were too involved in the topic of the conversation, and how you were constantly putting your hair behind your ears if you were nervous. You never noticed the way Ben looked at you, and he never noticed how you were practically drooling over him. “Oblivious idiots”, Lucy told Joe the other day. She wasn’t wrong.

Changing the location wasn’t a surprise, but it certainly was uncomfortable; the real problem came to the light when you were set to live in the hotel where the majority of rooms were taken. So you had to share. And as the shooting was almost nearing its end, you had developed a really close relationship with everyone. So you didn’t mind sharing the room with any of the boys - only if there were two beds, of course.

Rami always used to say that fortune is a bitch sometimes, and this was certainly the situation you were in. The last room with separate beds was snatched right from your hands by Gwil and Joe, and there was only one room left. With one bed. For you and Ben.

“Have fun”, Lucy winked at you, and you rolled your eyes. What fun you could possibly have? You and Ben shared the bed once before this, and nothing happened. Well, almost nothing. You vividly remembered falling asleep under the blanket and with you face turned to the wall - but you woke up with your head on Ben’s chest, your legs entangled together and his hand around you and blanket long forgotten. You had never ever spoken about it. But you wished to.

“Wouldn’t you like sharing the bed with Joe for the next two weeks?” you joked, as you sat down on the mattress on your side of the bed.

Ben smiled. “He’s always twisting and turning in bed, y'know”, you laid down next to Ben, your forearms touching. The sensation of it made him shiver; you were so close to him but yet so far. He wanted to be with you in every way possible but was too scared to tell you. Besides, he knew you were recovering from the terrible heartbreak and didn’t’ want to impose his feelings on you. He desperately wanted you to feel the same way, but he could never make you. So Ben just hoped. And you were in the same position.

“Last time we had to share a bed he pushed me from it and said I was invading his personal space”, you chuckled. “So, at any chance given, you’re the best one to share the bed with”. You felt yourself becoming extremely flustered at his words, and Ben didn’t fail to notice the way your eyes lit up. This tiny hope inside his heart suddenly started growing, and he actually considered you sharing his feelings. That made his cheeks pink and he coughed, trying to hide it - only his attempt at it failed.

“Goodnight, Ben”, you said softly, turning to the other side, your back facing him.

“Goodnight, Y/N”, he whispered, looking at you. He wanted to touch you so badly. You smelled so good - the mix of shampoo and shower gel you were constantly using was doing inexplicable things to him. So Ben fell asleep, thinking about you - as he did for the past several months.

You woke up in the middle of the nights, feeling the tight grip on your waist. You frowned, still half-asleep; you couldn’t understand what was going on. Suddenly, you felt a hot breath on your neck, which sent goosebumps all over your body. “Fuck, Y/N”.

You woke up immediately. What was Ben doing there?

You turned your head slightly, only to see him still asleep. His lips were parted, he was breathing heavily - and only this made you wet. Was he having a wet dream about you? God, how you wished he wasn’t asleep. But you couldn’t let him do that in his sleep. You had to wake him up just to make this consensual and real.

Just when you touched his cheek and was about to open your mouth, he started grinding on your ass. You let out a whimper - you could feel his hardness through the fabric. “Fuck, you feel so good”, he mumbled; you had to close your eyes and bite your lip just to prevent yourself from moaning. This felt good indeed, but he had to be actually awake to make love to you.

“Ben”, you said, touching his face. He stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes; his eyes were half-opened as he looked at you with a soft smile on his lips. But, as soon as Ben realized in what position he was, his eyes widened and he felt his face burning.

“Shit”, he muttered. “Y/N, ’m so sorry, I promise, I’m-” he looked at you with fear in his eyes. “I didn’t mean anything - like - I’m not trying to - um - I’m not-”

“Ben”, you turned so that you were lying chest to chest now; you cupped his cheeks in your hands, and he started blinking rapidly as he felt your touch. “T’s alright. You don’t have to be sorry, there’s nothing to apologize for”.

“Really?” he breathed out.

“Yeah”, you nodded. “I’m actually really flattered you were having a wet dream about me”.

Ben blushed and sighed deeply.

“I was thinking…” you gulped. “If we could - only if you want to - make it more than just a dream”.

Ben’s eyes sparkled. “You mean…you want this too?”

You drew your lower lip between your teeth. “More than anything”.

Ben let out a harsh breath and his eyes were now looking at your lips. “You have no idea how crazy you drive me. No idea”, he placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him; and now you both were actually breathing together. “I like you so much, Y/N”, he stared deeply into your eyes.

“I like you too, Ben”.

That was enough for both of you. His lips were on yours immediately, kissing you hungrily; and you didn’t let each other breathe, as you couldn’t pull away from one another. At one point Ben rolled you over so that he was on top - and he did all of it without breaking the kiss. Your fingers were tugging at his hair, and his hands were wandering all over your body.

“’ve been dreaming about you every day”, he whispered against your neck, “dreaming about kissing you like this, hugging you”, he looked into your eyes and then kissed you sensually. “Touching you like this”, his hand squeezed your boob under your tee-shirt, making you arch your back. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening. You’re so perfect”.

You just smiled into the kiss. You hadn’t felt this good forever. And you knew that you were safe in Ben’s arms.

#saturday night sin #ben hardy blurb #ben hardy

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A Backstory Of The Frey & McGray Books & Review Of ‘Loch Of The Dead’.

So, this blog is more about my writing, rather than critiquing other's writing. But, I have just finished, probably my favourite book in the Frey & McGray series by Oscar De Muriel, and if I don't get down my thoughts on it, I might explode. I shall start by detailing my finding of the Frey & McGray series, and a little backstory into the books. I will apologise, I didn’t know that when I started writing this it would turn out so long, over 1500 words! This review will contain some spoilers, but most of them are from the beginnings of the books anyway, but I implore you, please, have a look into reading the books, more people need to find out about this incredible book series.

I distinctly remember browsing the shelves in the book section of my local Sainsburys, now I'm not normally one to judge a book by it's cover, but I saw the cover of the first Frey & McGray book, 'The Strings Of Murder', and I fell in love. I usually read the blurb, and the first few pages to get a grasp of whether I'll like the book. I read the blurb, and I instantly wanted to know more, so I read the prologue, and again, I wanted to carry on reading, and so I bought it, and I haven't regretted it since. The series has fast become my favourite series, I did have another, but that was spoilt due to a film made of it, which in my eyes has rendered the sequels from the first book useless. The second Frey & McGray book was released a year later, 'A Fever Of The Blood', and reading the synopsis on Amazon, I saw that it was set at Pendle Hill, not far from where I live, and a place I have been countless times. As you may know Pendle is synonymous with the Lancashire Witches, one of which, Alice Nutter, I am (according to my father's cousin) related to by marriage some where along the line. Needless to say, I was ecstatic about it being set so close to home, and I was delighted to have something in common with Frey's maid, Joan, she came from my hometown. Not that there's much to be proud of in my town, but to know someone, even fictionally, who is such a strong character is from my town, was great. The third book was announced, 'A Mask Of Shadows', and when I saw the news on twitter, I said 'I screamed like a banshee', and the author, Oscar, tweeted back saying it was funny I mentioned that. The third book told the tale of prophecies from a banshee, during the time Henry Irving, Ellen Terry and Bram Stoker were in Edinburgh with their rendition of Macbeth. Now we come to the fourth book, which I will review in just a moment, I know this has been long so far, but please, bear with me.

The series is set in November 1888 at the start of the first book, and the two main characters of the series are, Ian Percy Frey, and Adolphus 'Nine-Nails' McGray. Ian is a Londoner, or a 'Southron' as McGray calls him, he comes from a well to do family, and is an Inspector for the CID. His tale began in London, where he was ousted from his post in London, due to Sir Charles Warren being ousted from his post as head of Scotland Yard by Lord Salisbury, the prime minster at the time, and James Monro taking his post. Frey was then forced to take a position in McGray's subdivision in order to keep his place in the police, the sub division itself is made a mockery by the majority of the police, the division is the 'Commission For The Elucidation Of Unsolved Cases Presumably Related To The Odd And Ghostly.' Needless to say, the prim and proper Frey, is not at all happy about being sent up to 'Edin-bloody-burgh' as his father calls it, and being in the most mocked subdivision of the entire CID. With his career in tatters, he visits his fiancée, Eugenia, who announces to him that she is calling their engagement off, due to a better offer, which Frey would later find out is his older brother Lawrence, whom he detests. With nothing left to lose, he embarks to Edinburgh, where he soon meets, the infamous 'Nine-Nails' McGray.

McGray is as Scottish as they come, on their first meeting, Frey describes McGray as being one of Mary Queen of Scots jesters, as apart from his moth eaten overcoat, and tattered shirt, he is covered in tartan. McGray's backstory is a rather tragic one, his father a distiller of whiskey, and on June 23rd 1883, on a family holiday to their home in Dundee, tragedy struck when his younger sister, Amy 'Pansy' McGray, then only 16 years old, in a spate of madness, murdered both of their parents, and hacked McGray's ring finger off on his right hand, hence his nickname. When the good Dr. Clouston, the doctor from Morningside Lunatic Asylum in Edinburgh came to the family after the tragedy, the last thing Amy said, was that it was the devil who had caused her violent outburst. Since the tragedy, she has resided in Morningside, apart from in the 3rd & 4th book, when Dr. Clouston took her to the Orkneys to try and improve her condition after the events of the 2nd book, where she was witness to a rather brutal murder. Since, the McGrays are a laughing stock, and everyone takes the opportunity to remind Adolphus of his mad sister, or what happened, which is usually met with a swift punch to the face from McGray. Since the tragedy, McGray has poured all of his efforts into finding a cure for his sister, so much so, that he created the division he and Frey work in, and has entirely funded it himself. His office at both home and work is full of books, and artefacts related to the paranormal.

Frey & McGray's relationship is a rather ragged one at the start, Frey not liking McGray's vulgarity, his uncleanliness, and his predilection for violence. McGray on the other hand can't stand the soft southron he has been partnered with, and winds him up at every opportunity. The relationship, and banter between them both, is one of the strongest suits of the series, though they are starting to come to a mutual understanding.

Now, we move on, briefly, to the events of the 4th book. McGray has gone to visit his sister in the Orkneys, and Frey still in Edinburgh, with his uncle, Maurice Plantard, who is one of his favourite members of his family, the other being his younger half brother, Elgie, who after the 3rd book went back down to London after appearing in the 1st book. Frey gets a visit from a Millie Fletcher, a servant of the wealthy Koloman family who reside in a elegant, extravagant manor on the shores of Loch Maree, a rather interesting loch, as within it’s waters, are a number of islands, one of which has a smaller loch inside, she comes asking to see McGray, because she believes he, and only he can help with the case, and in return, she can help cure his sister of her madness, with mystical waters from a well on Loch Maree, which are said to cure madness, and cured the madness of Mr. Nellys, who resides on Juniper Island which is in the loch. Millie had a son, 16 years ago, after being raped by Maximillian Koloman, the wayward, womanising brother of Konrad Koloman. Due to Millie being a servant in the Koloman's household, and also the child conceived out of wedlock, it was improper for her to keep the child, named Benjamin, so he was sent to Thruso to live with a priest. Millie now believes there is a serious threat against her son's life, after having a brick thrown through a window, with a note saying as much. With a few murders, and a gloomy, and mysterious setting Loch Of The Dead is quite the read.

The book, like the others is incredibly well written, De Muriel has quite a way with describing scenes so vividly, the gloomy loch, contrasts with the vibrant elegance of the Koloman’s house. He also has a knack for creating well rounded, and believable characters, describing them in great detail, giving them intriguing and believable backstories, and giving them quirks, which make them more human and relatable, like in this book, we find that McGray has debilitating sea sickness, and now has a distaste for salted herrings, and the incredibly clever, and curious twin daughters of the Kolomans, Veronika and Natalja, who have a shadows room in the house, and are interested in the science of light, and conduct experiments using different shaped prisms. The books usually keep you guessing right up until the end, with plenty of red (salted) herrings thrown in, though I had my suspicions in this one, I felt that Dominik and Calcraft were rather obvious, but I didn't count them out, I also suspected Minerva Koloman, since she is talented at medicine, and all of the wounds suffered by the victims were described as being done with surgical precision. De Muriel’s background in chemistry allows him to write the intricacies of the scientific elements in greater detail. The book also leaves a rather interesting cliffhanger, McGray had taken a sample of water from the well on the loch to take back to Edinburgh for Dr. Clouston to give to Amy. Regardless, I am very excited for the 5th book, which Oscar has said on twitter he is working on now.

#oscar de muriel #frey and mcgray #the strings of murder #a fever of the blood #a mask of shadows #the loch of the dead #review #book review #tw: rape

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*NYOOMS IN* GHOST HINTING GHOST HUMTIMG GHOST HUNTING-Hear me out. By some strange turn of events, Jumin's penthouse has become haunted and the ghost taken Elly captive! *gasp* Its up to the RFA to solve the mystery, protect the world, and most importantly, save Elizabeth the III!! ~Tex (did you like my YA blurb format lolololol???)

Anonymous said:WITH FEARLESS AUTHOR, FOUR! ZERO! FOUR! AT THE HELM, NOTHING CAN GO WRONG! (or can it….?) ~Tex

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WORDS: 3,272

THEME: Rfspook! ^^

PAIRINGS: None yall this is a spook but not spook

Masterlist~

Why did Jumin assumehe could have a nice, normal dinner with the members of the RFA over at hishouse?

Did he not learn fromthe last time Luciel had come over? Did he truly not remember the heart attackhe almost had when the younger man jumped out of the wine fridge with somecheap plastic mask on? It was a wonder how he managed to sneak the mask intohis house. He had ignored the redhead for a solid month and a half solelybecause he scared the daylights out of his dear Elizabeth the Third jumping outlike he did. But now he’s back, along with the rest of the members, and Juminhad to stay on his toes.

He wanted to simplysit down, ease the tension between the group, maybe talk over some wine…

But now, instead, hefinds himself crumpled on the floor, staring up at a large, confusing, blackmass that seemed to be floating above him. Something within him snapped, he wasunable to speak or process the situation. This… fog had taken Elizabeth the Third-his life line- away from him. Ripped away from him right in front of his eyes.

He had a habit ofbelieving only in the things he could see and explain. This.. this was madness.He couldn’t make any sense of the situation and that was infuriating. His mindwas racing through any and all logical possibilities but.. how could he thinklogically if it was something impossible?

The only reason he wassnapped back to his senses was because Jihyun and touched his shoulder lightly.He turned to see his friend’s face now pale from fear and concern for hisfriend on the floor. A quick look to the rest of the room, he can see everyoneelse was just as pale as Jihyun was. Who wouldn’t after witnessing that?

Now, he was angry. Hiseyes fixated on Saeyoung. It had to have been another prank of his. He pulledhimself off of the floor suddenly, causing everyone to jump at his suddenaction. In the blink of an eye, he has the front of Saeyoung’s shirt balled up inhis fist, his face leaning close enough to be intimidating. Saeyoung lookedback with eyes the size of a dinner plate, throwing his hands up in defense,letting his body language ask for mercy from the taller man.

“Whatever you’vedone, whatever trick you have pulled, whatever CRAZY idea you have UPHERE,” he emphasized by tapping the redhead in the center of the foreheadwith his other hand, “You better RECONSIDER it, and BRING ME BACKELIZABETH THE THIRD.” Who knew Saeyoung could turn even paler than he wasa minute ago? It’s not very often that Jumin Han loses his cool, let alonephysically threatens a person. Saeyoung struggled to get the words out, asJumin’s eyes practically bore into his own, looking for answers.

“I.. I didn’t dothat- I don’t know what that was!” he cried out, starting to pry his shirtfrom Jumin’s grip. Zen ran over to try and help get Jumin to let go, Jihyuntried to pull Jumin backwards at the same time. He finally released his shirtand took a step back, watching as Zen stepped protectively in front ofSaeyoung.

“What do youthink you’re doing? You can’t just threaten someone like that! He obviouslydidn’t take your fur ball! Did you miss the fact that we were all standing herewhile that… that THING just appeared out of thin air?” Zen scolded,throwing his arm out to gesture where the black mass had once been. He had apoint, Jumin knew that. But he couldn’t help but think Saeyoung still had somethingto do with this. After all, the redhead was typically known for his prankingnature and mischievous ways. He wouldn’t be crossed from Jumin’s suspect listany time soon.

“Guys do.. do youthink.. that.. might’ve been.. a ghost?” Yoosung choked out, stillslightly shaking where he stood. Jaehee sighed softly before shaking her head.

“Are there trulysuch things as ghosts? Even then, would they be capable of taking a live catand just.. vanishing?” she asked, looking towards the rest of the group,“Shouldn’t there be a valid explanation for this?”

“Jumin, haven’tyou seen a few odd things have happened lately, anyway?” Jihyunquestioned, tilting his head in curiousity, “I remember you telling methat things have been… off.” Jumin’s eyebrows came together in thought,it took a moment to recall what Jihyun was mentioning, but he rememberedvividly.

“The other day,doors kept moving- not completely closing but not completely opening. After awhile, I chalked it up to be Elizabeth playing with them,” he said. Helooked to the ceiling to recall another instance, “I have been hearingthings like someone walking or small cooing sounds, I also decided that theymust have just been linked to some body guards of mine walking around, callingElizabeth.”

“So… Younever… Saw any body guards though, have you? Did you see Elly playing withthe doors?” Saeyoung finally piped up, slightly jumping at the speed theJumin whipped his head over to lock eyes with him.

“Her name isELIZABETH, and no. I never saw these things. Those are just the logicalanswers,” he replied, narrowing his eyes at Saeyoung, “What are youinsinuating?”

“Well,”Saeyoung started, taking off his glasses and cleaning them with his shirt,“If you didn’t see anything..maybe it really was a ghost?” He put his glasses back on to practicallysee the burning hatred Jumin currently held in his eyes- it made him jump andfeel a little sheepish.

The room exploded intoconversation all at once. Everyone going back and forth, theorizing if it werea ghost or if there were logical explanations for it all- all of the voicesmixing in inside Jumin’s head. The words clash together, every little soundstarted to annoy him. He crossed his arms and hung his head slightly, closinghis eyes and straining to keep them closed. If he could just see all of thethreads.. see where they tangle.. he could calm down and see things clearer-but he couldn’t. He was too… What was this emotion? Upset? He couldn’t tellwhat was real and what wasn’t anymore- he let out a loud groan, to express..whatever he was currently feeling.

Jumin was strung out. Hewas at his wits end. What was in his home; what had taken Elizabeth the Third?

“I have somespare mechanical parts in my car,” Saeyoung announced after some silence.

Jumin, caught up inhis frustration, snapped. “And what, pray tell, is your fuckingpoint?” he spat. Everyone in the room stopped to look at him with wideeyes at his choice of language.

“I… I mean Ican grab them and make some sort of… Ghost communicating device,”Saeyoung offered.

“But what makesyou think it is a ghost? Do ghosts even exist? If so, is it even remotelyPOSSIBLE to talk to them?” with each question, Jumin steps closer toSaeyoung until he’s towering over him, poking a finger into his chest. “Istill think you’re responsible for this,” he growled as Saeyoung gentlypushed on his shoulders to get him out of his face.

“Jumin, I want tofind Elly,” he stuttered once he saw Jumin getting ready to correct him,“I-I mean Elizabeth, just as much as you. Look, I don’t know what the hellthat.. thing, was. I’ve never seen anything like that in person, only movies.But right now maybe.. we should treat it as paranormal? What other choice do wehave?” Jumin knew he was right. He may be.. upset, and it may seemillogical, but now he was ready to believe any crazy theory the younger man mayhave if it meant getting Elizabeth safely back into his arms.

Three glasses of wineand a silent room later, Saeyoung had returned and built a few differentmake-shift machines to talk to this ‘ghost’. It had been an hour, an HOUR, withno response. No voices. No sounds. Absolutely nothing, and it only frustratedJumin more.

“This was acomplete waste of time!” he yelled, getting ready to toss all ofSaeyoung’s equipment onto the floor when he stopped in his tracks. Everyoneturned their attention to a door behind him that seemed to be opening slowly,though no one had entered the penthouse that day, sans those currently sittingat the table. Despite how slow it opened, it seems to throw itself shut,leaving a loud echo throughout the entirety of the penthouse. Jumin slowly satback down in his chair, staring in disbelief at the door. His heart started topound loudly in his chest- he could hear it in his ears. The fear drowned outthe sound of Yoosung’s cries and Saeyoung’s loud ‘I told you so’s. What ifsomething paranormal truly took Elizabeth? What would it want? What could hegive it to get her back?

Jaehee stood up tocatch everyone’s attention. Jumin knew he could count on his assistant to calmthe room and be logical.

“As we have allseen there… is probably something paranormal at work here.”

Maybe he was wrongabout the logical part.

With a heavy sigh, hestands up and brings the attention back to him. Once everyone looks over to him,he takes a few breaths to calm his own breathing before addressing the others.

“Obviously,there’s something at work here. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation, wejust.. need to find it. So, let’s take this matter into our own hands, and setoff on a sort of… oh, what do you call them…” he snapped his fingersonce the light bulb flicked on in his head, “Mission. We’ll all go on amission to find out what’s behind this- and find Elizabeth.”

He and Saeyoung,though he was still suspicious he was behind it, sat down and came up with aplan. They would split off into teams. Jumin and Saeyoung would make a team,Jihyun and Yoosung, and Zen and Jaehee. Jumin wanted to make sure each team hada logical perspective on the matter, and he wouldn’t let Saeyoung out of hissight. Each pair got their own separate part of the penthouse to explore; Juminand Saeyoung chose the portion of the home where the most activity has beenhappening.

Jumin explained allthat had been happening in vivid detail for Saeyoung- the footsteps, the doorsopening and closing, the fact that items have been moved even in the slightest.The more he spoke about it, the more he started to lose his grip on anythingthat seemed believable.

Suddenly, the powercut out. He could hear a faint screech from across the home, indicatingYoosung’s fear before hearing Zen yell back to calm down. It was odd that itcut out so suddenly with no storm in sight. Not only had it turned off, but thebackup power seemed to be off as well. They had to continue their search in thedark, at least their path can be illuminated by the moonlight outside.

“Jumin, do youhear that? It sounds like.. footsteps?” Saeyoung whispered, stopping inhis tracks. Jumin strained his ears to hear it as well. It was so soft andfaint, but definitely there. Could it possibly have been one of the others? Thedoor opening and slamming shut in front of the two of them pointed to no.

They ran to the doorand threw it open, looking around to see nothing in there, while a door acrossthe hall behind them did the same thing. This continued down the entire hall,back and forth, doors opening and slamming shut randomly and very rapidly.Jumin felt like he was in some ridiculous cartoon show, running around likethey were. Finally, all of the doors seemed to shut and stay that way, so thetwo of them could stop and take a breath.

“Saeyoung. Whatin the world had just happened. How did all of my doors do that? This is all soridiculous…” Jumin was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Hecouldn’t wrap him head around any of this and at this point, he didn’t want totry. He just wanted Elizabeth back, and Saeyoung could sense that. He wanted tohelp find Elly as much as he could, he couldn’t stand to think that somethinghad happened to her! He guided Jumin into the closest room so he could let theolder man rest a little bit- he could use some time to process it all.

Jumin had just startedto calm a little bit before there suddenly was a book thrown off of a nearbyshelf onto the floor. Before long, there was another flying off the same shelf-then another. Book by book, the shelf emptied, catching the attention of Saeyoungas well. The redhead stepped a bit closer, but found himself having to dodgebooks as they’re thrown at his head.

The redhead hid behindthe taller man as the entire bookshelf emptied itself. They watched in distressas the now empty shelf rocked back in forth- they practically jumped out oftheir skins when the chair behind them also started to move around. Theysprinted from the room, as everything started to shake out of control.

“Saeyoung! Whatare you doing! How are you moving all of my furniture!?” Jumin yelled overthe sound of various items clattering around, watching as Saeyoung’s faceturned from afraid to angry.

“How many timesdo I have to tell you that I’m not the one doing this!” he cried, pushinghis friend backwards into the other room. “Why can’t you just accept thatthere’s something going on here?!” They found themselves in another room,as the door slammed shut behind them. Saeyoung let up on his anger to examinethe door. “It’s uh… it’s locked,” his sentence progressivelygetting quieter due to his concern. “Jumin? Your doors don’t happen touh… lock.. sometimes when they shut, right?”

“No, of coursethey don’t. I wouldn’t subject myself to such a situation- accidentally lockingmyself in a room? Ridiculous. Why?” he inquired, walking up behindSaeyoung and reaching for the doorknob to jiggle it himself, “….It..it’s locked.”

“That’s what Iwas saying. Did you just ignoreme?” he asked. Jumin had, in fact, completely ignored him.

A loud bang againstthe wall of windows caused them to whip around suddenly. There was nothing outthere but buildings across the way and the moon sitting steadily in the sky. Theirview was suddenly obstructed by a black mass as a deep growl was let out intothe room simultaneously. In the blink of an eye, Saeyoung has his arms wrappedaround Jumin’s neck, jumping into his arms, and letting out a girlish shriek.

As fast as Saeyoungwas in his arms, Jumin dropped him to the floor with a loud thunk.

A long, black shapeseemed to snake around the both of their ankles, knocking Jumin to the floornext to Saeyoung- both of them started to thrash and grip the floor trying toresist whatever was dragging them towards the mass.

“Oh my god, we’regonna die! We’re gonna die! And I’m gonna die here with you!” Saeyoungcried hysterically. Jumin growled before swinging his arm in an attempt tosmack Saeyoung for being stupid at a time like this- but he lost his grip andfound himself rapidly getting closer to the mass; he threw his arm out andgrabbed hold of the nearest heavy object. He was scared out of his mind, and quitefrankly was at his breaking point. All of his anger, confusion, emotions in general, just snapped.

“Just what thehell are you?! What do you want? Give me back Elizabeth! I’ll do whatever youwant!” he cried out, looking for something around him that could free himfrom this… things grip. His eyesdarted around while his mind went blank, filling with Saeyoung’s cries andsomber statements.

“Saeyoung! Willyou calm down and help me think! We need to free ourselves. Aren’t you a secretagent? What is your problem!”

“I deal with badpeople, not crazy ass ghosts, dude!”

If Jumin was free tosmack him upside the head, he would’ve.

“Just help mefind something! Anything! To get us out of this!” Jumin looked over tofind a tool sticking out of Saeyoung’s pocket. “There! That.. thing! Inyour pocket! Use that!”

Saeyoung raised hiseyebrow, giving Jumin a completely sarcastic expression full of judgment,“You mean my screwdriver?”

“Is now reallythe time to judge my lack of knowledge on tools? Just use it!” he snapped,watching as Saeyoung struggled to keep his grip on the floor while shoving thetip of the screwdriver between his ankle and this… thing. He shimmied andpried his ankle free before rolling towards Jumin to free him as well. Theblack mass came closer, towering over the two of them- instinctively they threwtheir arms up in defense, getting ready to protect themselves to the best oftheir abilities. Jumin’s eyes widened suddenly- the black mass started to take ahuman-like shape. Was it a person this whole time, and they just weren’t aware?He pulled his phone out and fumbled until he was able to turn on the flashlightand point it at this figure.

The room was silent asthe now illuminated figure had eyes as wide dinner plates and as bright blue ascould be and hair almost as white as Elizabeth’s. Jumin had never seen this…edgy looking person in his life, but Saeyoung seemed extremely uncomfortable.His attention was drawn to the puffy white tail popping out of the arm of thispersons jacket. Elizabeth jumped out of the jacket and pranced toward Jumin,completely nonchalant- almost as if she hadn’t been gone all night with astranger. She was purring, letting out a soft meow every now and then,otherwise the room was silent. The mystery man broke his staring contest withSaeyoung to reach back down to pat Elizabeth on the head before backing uptowards the windows.

“A-ah!Wait-!” Saeyoung called, suddenly there was a gust of wind with enoughforce to make the two men shield their eyes. Once it subsided, there was adevice sitting where the mysterious man once was. The redhead scrambled to gethis hands on it, examining it. It was small, but helped to explain what hadbeen going on. He checked the doors to find little attachments that could openand close them with a push of a button. The weird fog? Projections with a smallfog machine.

Jumin stood now,holding Elizabeth close to his heart and stroking her fur gently while he triedto process the events of this night. Saeyoung explained how everything seemedto have worked but he seemed to be extremely shaken up. Jumin respected that hedidn’t wish to talk about it, but it seemed as if he had seen an actual ghost.

Jumins eyes furrowedtogether as he looked over as Saeyoung. This caught Saeyoung’s attention as helooked back at him, silently quizzing him.

“Saeyoung… howdid those books fly off the shelf and my furniture move?”

Saeyoung and Juminpractically turned to stone simultaneously, mechanically looking back to theroom that previously had everything moving.

The door creaked open.

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the-blackest-spider · 7 years

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Cat’s Five Year Anniversary Thing

Five Years.

Honestly? When I first signed up here I didn’t think I’d be here long, I was just doing this to fill a hole that a former friend had left and the disbandment and death of a forum. My absolute intentions were keep to myself, don’t really talk to anyone beyond rp related things and don’t get attached.

Funny how things never work out the way we initial plan.

But in this case, I’m beyond glad, I cannot even properly express my feelings over the fact that things went completely the other way and I decided not to be one of those people (you all know what I mean).

In five years a lot has happened. People have come and gone, I’ve experienced a lot of major life changes and through it all I’ve had this place, I’ve had the people I’ve come to know and love through this Hellsite (I say that affectionately).

I found a Home, a new one, since the one I had before fell apart in a way.

I would like to think that all that brought me here happened for a reason, that it was fate because I was meant to get to know those of you I’ve become close to and now cannot imagine my life without. Some of you I’ve known practically from the first day give or take I signed up and others I’ve met along the way and then there are those of you who are more recently discovered and I am so lucky, blessed to know each of you.

Please understand that the following mentions are not meant to slight anyone, but these people have become close to me and my heart over years, months and even mere weeks.

@obikink - You are the reason I absolutely believe in kismet and that friendships are not just by chance things. I remember scrolling the BlackFrost tag and the rp one as well and your little blurb grabbed my attention. At first I wasn’t so sure about rping off tumblr, again I wasn’t looking to end up close to anyone or gaining another long term one on one person because it seemed no matter what it never lasted or worked out very well, but here we are five years later and even if the day comes that somehow we run out of things to write, we will still be friends, I believe that. I trust it. We’ve been through a lot of ups and downs for things to be any other way.

@the-mjolnir-owner – Besides Obikink, you are my longest lasting shipping partner with Natasha. You are an amazing and bright human being. You very much embody your muse. You’ve always made me laugh and share such delightful and fun little things all the time. I’ve gained quite an appreciation of Thor thanks to you. You are so kind and passionate and beautiful. Please never change.

@futurerustfuture-dust - The first person I ever fangirled over that’s just a regular joe like myself. Your BlackFrost fan fiction gave me life (and your Reylo now is amazing) and when you followed me and talked to me I was just… how am I even worthy of this? And then we rped a bit and I was still like wat is even happening. I still feel star struck honestly. I look forward to the day I get to see your name on a book and go I know her, she is my friend.

@theassassinhawk – My first stalker XD. I wish I could remember your Loki better, no doubt he was amazing, but I am glad we’ve finally got to know one another and your Clint is amazing too. I swear sometimes you are a living, breathing in the flesh anime character and you will never not amuse me with your Bartonness.

@lilxlionxman – Chicken! You are a delightful bird and I am glad we are of a feather ( I tried to be punny lol). You are awesome, you put a lot of heart, soul and dedication into all that you do and I enjoy getting to hear about your Rooster and Chicken Littles and watching the two of them grow. I don’t care how many muses come and go with you, I will write with them.

@ask-the-assistant-darcy – I am so glad that Jack introduced us! You are lovely and amazing and I’ve always adored Darcy, but could never find one that I liked. Also Becky! And just you period, are a gift that keeps on giving.

@stealthsuitofsin – Trashbro ! What would I do without you? Who would I tag in extremely horrible things and get them interrogated by family? XD thank you for finding me worthy to be your friend and to get close to. I’m glad you’ve found in me someone you can talk to about various things and have the in depth discussions you like to have even though we may not see eye to eye. And getting to watch you play video games is one of the best things.

@ouronlyhope – Sarah. Wonderful, lovely and beautiful Sarah. I just… words, I am at a loss. You are amazing and anyone who thinks differently doesn’t deserve you anyhow. Please always keep smiling and laughing, don’t ever forget how special you truly are.

@mynameisanakin - You are a credit to your muse. One of the most fascinating people I’ve met on here and get to talk to. You are also another one that puts so much dedication into things on here and it’s inspiring. You make me a better rper honestly, well one of several others who do, but your writing capability just enhances the hell out of mine so I enjoy riding on your coat tails a little bit when we thread.

@techmaestro – you are another delightful person to have discussions with, and your mind is so vividly detailed. I am jealous honestly and I love that you enjoy sharing things from said mind with me. Also I love how your muse warmed mine up more to Tonys in general, because before she was a little –hand wobble- about them for various reasons, especially shipping wise.

@khakeravdova – I will forever believe that your muse is in fact canon. End of story. Any Red Room thing I see I am gonna pin point a girl in there for Faina. You should always be proud of what you’ve created in her. Also you are wonderful and friendly, and thank you for always taking time to message me and stuff.

@justabrooklynkid – your enthusiasm and love for things, rps and such is wonderful and infectious and I am so glad you found me worthy. You are absolutely lovely inside and out and I’m glad we’ve become friends.

@jerseysass – When you followed me back I was over the moon. Danny is the best and you are also. You write him so well and out of character you are quite something as well. I enjoy our little chats and that we agree on a lot of things and thank you for finding hoouna so we can all be H50 geeks together heh.

@heartredeemed – I legit am amazed by you. You are kind, thoughtful and interesting and I appreciate whatever it is you see in me and my muse. I look forward to further geeky chats and getting to know you more!

@pcppermiint – You have grown so much and come so far. Another one that I’ve known since my beginnings here on Tumblr. I am glad you came back around and I look forward to you being around. I’m glad I’ve been able to be someone you can talk to about things, because I know how important that is being the age you are.

@morgansmornings – You are by far the most quiet one I know, but that’s okay! You’re interesting too and I enjoy talking with you and having you around, I’m glad myself and others amuse you and can bring you some joy.

@hoouna – So we’re just getting to know each other, but I already think you’re amazing. You’re characterization is wonderful, you, yourself are a good egg and I’ve enjoyed the few chats we’ve had and look forward to many more.

Honestly I don’t know what any of these people (or others) see in me, but I’m glad they see it and I hope we can keep seeing it in each other. And please understand the people on this list I talk to often, they are a part of my life as much as they can be with distance and time between us. But let it be known that all of you who write with me are special in some way, but these individuals, well I don’t know who what or where I’d be without them, especially in the past few years when I’ve had some pretty rough moments, some of them having come into my life right in the middle of some of those moments too. So I thank them, for what they’ve done and are to me and hoping they will continue to be so into the future because I have no plans of going anywhere.

So here’s to five more years!

#widow ooc (Cat speaks)#i lied sort of #i mean i am in bed #but yus good night #<3

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Chapter 3- De Capo Aria: Bel Canto de Verismo)

Connor shifted his weight for the fiftieth time that night, visibly uncomfortable. He absolutely hated these stuffy, boring formal outings. Everybody around him always felt so tired and lifeless, at least that’s how they made him feel. The way these posh elitists talked with their weird accents just rubbed him the wrong way, as if they never knew what they were talking about but they were so sure of what they said anyway, hoping that someone would be impressed with them. Why did his uncle even bother with this place?

It didn’t help that the opera was dull as dirt either. He glanced down at his tiny, six-page program. These damn things never told you what was supposed to be happening. The only thing that told him anything was the front that read “COCville Opera House Presents: Where Love Goes.” He groaned and tossed the program over his shoulder. He didn’t even need to read the plot blurb for this, or even to understand what the singers were even saying to know what was happening. The dead boyfriend from the scene earlier had returned to his girlfriend, who sang and gestured at other people that had to be the family she had during the guy’s absence. And here was the guy’s vows to not leave until she returned his love, or something. He groaned again. God, this is so boring! Who wrote this?! He tried to shift in his seat so he can get the program back in a way that wouldn’t grab the attention of the one person in the box with him that he recognized.

“Yes, my dear sir, five hundred feet tall, it was, I say! Nothing at all like the shabby thirty-foot curtains in this excuse of an establishment!” the fat, frilly Gengar sitting opposite him was yelling to his guest beside him, who looked as if he wanted to leave more than Connor did. He couldn’t say he blamed him, though; this man was around complaining since Connor was a child. “Yes, sir, I say they should’ve demolished this eyesore of a theatre when that Charizard fellow left us! Oh, what was his name, Charles wasn’t it? But no, instead he just had to leave it with his nephew! Or was he the man’s son? Oh, I’ve never been so good with remembering these things! All I remember is that he didn’t leave the property to Gerald Gengar Pewtersby!”

Connor always felt like this Pewtersby guy didn’t like his uncle. He sighed and sat back in his seat. If for no other reason, he supposed that the best thing for him to do would be to wait it out. He felt like doing anything else would just leave Uncle Carl’s standing legacy to the mercy of this disrespectful fat cat. Outside of that, though, Uncle Carl always stuck it out for him before, so it only felt right to do the same for him, even if he passed on. This could be seen as payment for the money too. He thought back to that large inheritance. Man, he just couldn’t get over that. He already did his best to make a difference in the lives of his friends with it. Bram’s ring, Sam’s rug. He hoped Sam liked it enough to forgive him.

Once the overture came on, Connor felt his phone buzzing. He tried to check it in a way more respectful to those around him than stupid Pewtersby was. It was a text from Sam asking if he wanted to go out to lunch tomorrow. Connor texted ‘yes, of course’ back to him then added that to his calendar before the curtain went up. Good, we’re making progress, at least.

The curtain went back up, and Connor did his best to turn his head in a way that made it seem like he was paying attention. And that was when he saw her. She must have been an angel, she was far too beautiful for this world. This new lead singer had deep black eyes and bright blue hair that stuck up in two places almost like a cowlick. Connor could see the silver string keeping her hairstyle in place from where he sat. She was wrapped in a white and blue dress and wore a furry white scarf around her neck. Her voice was everything Connor assumed to be all of heaven and everything good in the world converted entirely to sound.

Connor found that he could ignore that idiot Pewtersby much easier now. (“I swear, the morons in charge must want to leave the business. They promised up and down that this role would be Wiona Wigglytuff!”) It took him a minute more until it struck him. He’d seen this lovely woman before: “Anna…” he whispered to himself.

After not seeing her since before high school, Anna Altaria, the girl from next door suddenly reappears. He kept his eyes on her, remembering back to the days of their childhood, the entire concept of the opera now completely irrelevant. He remembered when his uncle introduced him to her and her parents. He always said that his neighbors were very good friends, and up until that point Connor didn’t understand why. Then again, he was quite young, so he didn’t understand a lot of what his uncle said or did. He thought back to their treehouse, where the two kids would spend their entire summers together. As the years went on, Connor and Anna were said by the adults to be like two peas in a pod, if Uncle Carl was to be believed. He remembered how much Anna liked to make s’mores with his tail and talk to him about how she wanted to be a singer or ballerina. To be on stage, to have everyone clapping and cheering for her, that had always been her dream. Connor smiled wider; looks like she’s gotten her wish. Even back then, Connor didn’t have a dream like she did. He remembered how this bugged her. As he continued reminiscing he remembered how Uncle Carl would play on his violin as the sun went down. He still remembered the melody and shook his head in bemusement as he remembered on in particular. Looking back, it was as if Uncle Carl wanted them to get together. Maybe that’s why he asked me to come here. The old dog.

Connor sighed again, but was suddenly brought back to reality when a pair of opera glasses tapped him on the head. Connor died a little inside when he learned they belonged to Pewtersby.

“I must say, my good fellow, it’s impolite to those around you to be so loud and obnoxious in the middle of an opera house.” Connor didn’t reply; he just stared at the Gengar, dumbfounded by the lack of self-awareness, before turning back to the opera and returning his cheek onto his knuckles. Quietly.

Anyway, that treehouse. Connor loved that old treehouse. But it did have a few sobering memories tied to it too. He last saw Anna in that treehouse, right before they went off to high school. They lived in different towns, and Connor was only with his Uncle during the summers. At the time, he thought the kind of sadness he felt at their parting ways as what every friend felt in that situation, when school beckoned them away from each other, never to see one another again, it seemed. He knew better now, though. He didn’t feel the same way he did towards Sam or Bram as he did for Anna; Connor definitely had a crush on her. Maybe Uncle Carl just acted on what he saw from Connor, trying to make him happy. Connor didn’t know for sure. Despite how much time he’d spent with his uncle, he still wasn’t entirely convinced he knew how that weirdo thought. Connor could not bring himself to remember the exact conversation they had before she left. All he remembered was that Anna was going away to a prestigious art school a very long ways away and she would not be able to spend summers with him anymore. He still remembered quite vividly the knot that developed in his chest. He tried to hide his feelings, but it was obvious to Anna that he was upset by the news. Connor cried a little that night once she had left since he was trying to be a manly man about it in front of her, back when he still cared about such things. Ever since, he would ask his uncle if she was back, to which he’d always answer no. He seemed rather down every time he had to answer this way.

Man, Anna Altaria! He still couldn’t believe he finally saw her again. As the curtain fell, Connor immediately shook away the memories, escaped from the still-complaining Pewtersby, and made his way towards the opera owners – Travis Flygon and William Beedrill. Connor had met them earlier that day when he dropped by to confirm that he was taking his uncle’s place as the main supporter of the opera house.

“Well, she seemed like she did fine to me,” Travis was saying as Connor began walking over. It sounded like he was trying to convince William of something. “I don’t know why we have to give the main spotlight back to Wiona if she ever comes back.”

“If we don’t, there will be rioting in the streets! Wiona is a world-renowned opera star! We can’t replace her with some… with some nobody!” William snapped.

“Look, Will, I see why you’d be concerned, but I feel like we really have some untapped goldmine on our hands! I’d hate to see any of our talent go to waste.”

“It’s too much of a risk to do it now, Trav. I want to see our actors used as best they can be too, but we have too much to lose if we replace Wiona right now.”

Travis shrugged before running his hands through his dark green hair and wiggling his pink shaded glasses a bit. Connor noticed that Travis’s tail twitched as well.

“Hello, gentlemen!” Connor said in an amiable voice. Travis and William both scrambled to finish the preceding conversation and greet Connor. “Who was on stage tonight? I thought Wiona was going to -” Connor began.

“Oh, well, that’s Anna Altaria.” Travis stammered.

“Really?” Connor gasped. It was her!

“Wiona will come back, we’re sure of it though. Anna is just a chorus girl after-” William started.

“May I go see her?” Connor asked, not even realizing William had begun a sentence.

“Wiona?”

“Uh, no, Anna.”

“Oh. Um… sure.” The two businessmen instantly agreed. They headed back towards the changing rooms, which a grim-looking Sierra Leavanny watched over.

“Do you need an introduction?” William Beedrill asked nervously, doing his best not to upset his opera’s newest and biggest patron.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Connor said before he began to knock on the door. If she truly remembered him, she would remember this knock. One knock, a slight pause, two soft knocks. It was his signature knock – he used it when he wanted Anna to open her bedroom window back in the day.

“Come in,” came a soft, hushed, humble voice from within. Connor let himself into the room and smiled as he was met with a grown-up version of his friend taking off her jewelry and makeup.

“Madame Leavanny, you don’t have to check on me every-” Anna began before catching Connor’s reflection in the mirror. “Oh, you’re not Madame Leavanny.”

“Never said I was. You’re Anna, right?” Connor asked.

“Yes. If you’re here to ask why Miss Wiona left today, I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest idea.” Anna replied, taking off the giant jeweled necklace she was wearing over her scarf.

“No, actually, I’m not. To be honest, I don’t care if Wiona falls off a cliff. You were wonderful out there.” Connor said, stammering on his last sentence. He broke into a cold sweat, realizing too late how he sounded. Damnit, why’d you rush it?!

She was looking at him with suspicion now, and Connor knew he’d creeped her out. “Um, okay. Look, I don’t know who gave you permission to come back here, but I’m going to ask you to kindly leave before I call security-” Anna began.

“No, wait! I’m sorry,” Connor squeaked quickly. Squeaked. Damnit. He hated himself so much, why’d he have to be an idiot this quickly?! “I’m not in here to do anything to you, I swear! I just… I just wanted to know if you remembered me.”

Anna remained motionless for a second before removing her scarf and turning to face him. “Remember you?” She lifted an eyebrow dangerously, or at least it felt dangerous to Connor. “Can’t say I do. Where would we have met each other?” This was not going the way Connor had hoped it would at all. A small part of him expected that he’d stride in confidently and greet her with a smile, earning her fawning adoration. Apparently that only worked for Bram.

“Well, um, it’s- it’s Connor. Connor Charizard. You remember, right? We used to spend every summer together as kids… I had a tree house?” He began, not budging from his spot near the door in case he had to flee suddenly.

The silence between them was pushing down on Connor’s shoulders more and more. The only sound in the room came from the after party outside the door. Anna’s eyes danced around as they did whenever she was deep in thought. Just as Connor could no longer take the suspense, Anna lit up and gasped. All of the memories they shared when they were younger may as well have been playing back on a projector reel behind her eyes. “Wait, Uncle Carl, right?”

“Yeah!” Connor felt he could die inside, this time for a completely different reason.

“Yeah, I remember now! Uncle Carl would play the violin, and I’d sing along. You always said I was wonderful at singing.” Even though they weren’t actually related, Anna always referred to Uncle Carl as her own uncle, a sentiment that he didn’t shy away from sharing with the girl. Thinking back to it, Connor remembered how he seemed to want the two kids to be together, how he’d ask them if she was staying every time she had to leave. At the time, they both thought he was joking.

Anna, beaming and looking even more beautiful than she did on stage a few moments before, began excitedly listing off her memories they had together, which Connor was more than happy to join in on. Together, they remembered the times they got into trouble with the neighbor behind Uncle Carl, the awful Mr. Sullivan Granbull, by accidentally dropping things into his backyard. “Still not sure why he didn’t actually live in his house,” Anna wondered aloud. They recalled the time that they were stuck in their treehouse during a terrible lightning storm. It actually got to the point where Anna had to do everything she could to keep Connor dry or else his tail fire would have gone out. They were almost afraid to go back into the treehouse for a few days afterwards. Connor remembered how Anna got so exhausted from protecting her friend from the elements that she fell asleep on top of him. He said nothing to her about it back then, and he wasn’t about to say anything now. Anna then recollected the one summer where they tried to make a go cart in their tree house. They almost had it ready before they realized they didn’t know how to get it back out. Because it was more Uncle Carl’s idea, they both just left him to get it out. He didn’t seem to mind, though, he always was such a good-natured man.

“Did Uncle Carl send you?” Anna continued. “I haven’t seen him for weeks now. He’s always talking about you.”

Connor felt like he’d been rudely punched in the gut as he was pulled back to the present day. “Um… no. Uncle Carl’s…. well, he passed away last night.”

Anna gasped in shock, tears welling up in her eyes as she turned back to her mirror to try and hide them. “Oh, I… I’m sorry.” She turned back to Connor, not trying as hard to hide the tears. “Why didn’t I hear sooner?”

Connor reached for her hand, trying to be reassuring. “It’s not your fault, Anna. It only happened last night, and you’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“It’s just- I knew he was sick, but I- I thought he was getting better…” Anna choked, tears rolling down her cheeks. Connor knew she and Uncle Carl got along, that they probably still talked when she started working here, but he didn’t think they’d been this close for all this time.

“He left me the opera sponsorship. So that’s why I came here. Maybe, in a way, this was him sending me.” Connor chuckled, trying to make her smile. He was starting to believe his own words, though. He really was trying to enforce his will from beyond the grave, it seemed.

Anna sniffled and looked at her vanity, searching for a handkerchief to dry her tears. “First time in years you see me, and I have to start crying,” she muttered bitterly, the last word uttered as if cursing herself. “I’m sorry, Connor.”

“Don’t be.” Connor handed her the handkerchief he found in his suit pocket earlier that day when he bought the suit.

“Thank you,” Anna said between sniffles.

“You can keep it. I’ll get another one.” Connor smiled.

Anna smiled back, her eyes still a little weepy. He hated to see her cry, he always did, but he couldn’t shake how cute she looked.

“Oh, Connor!” Anna exclaimed suddenly, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him close. “I thought you had forgotten all about me!”

“Forgotten you? I could never forget you!” Connor replied, hugging her back. “I went to Uncle Carl’s almost every week to ask him if you came back from school yet. By the way, when did you come back?”

“Just a couple of weeks ago,” Anna admitted, pulling away from their hug. Connor let her go, albeit with a reluctance he tried to hide. “I was thinking about going to look for you, but I thought that’d be weird. That I’d look like a crazy stalker or something.”

You mean like I just did? He felt himself turning red.

Anna noticed this and smiled. “Well, anyway. I have a job here at the opera as a member of the chorus.”

“Only the chorus? But your voice… you were the star tonight!” Connor added. He wished someone told him about her being in the chorus, whoever came up with that idea would have a piece of his mind!

“Well, that’s only because Wiona left the opera house today in a rage. Someone wrote her a note about how she’s our worst singer. I can’t blame whoever sent it, though, her singing sends me to sleep.” Anna sighed.

Connor thought this over. The only person he could think of that would care enough would have to be that Pewtersby guy. Wait, no, that doesn’t make sense. He wanted her to be here, didn’t he? Right?? He shook this off and laughed a bit. “Well, you deserve her job anyway.” Connor was being as serious about his words as he felt he could be. Anna let out a slight, weary chuckle. “What?” Connor asked.

“You always think things like that, Connor. You always say I’m amazing.” Anna sighed.

“But it’s true!” Connor interjected.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Anna mused. “What have you done since I’ve been gone? It’s been a good… eight, ten years?”

“Oh. I’m a chef at Mimi’s Diner.” Connor muttered, trying to say it under his breath so she wouldn’t notice his embarrassment.

“Oh, you work at Mimi’s? I’ve been planning on going sometime, I haven’t been since they first opened! I’m glad to see that you’re cooking professionally!” Anna said, grinning ear to ear as she slid off her bracelets. “You always made the best food. You need to make me that award-winning quiche of yours now that we found each other again!”

Connor matched his friend’s smile at the mention of his quiche. Not only was it award-winning, it was an undefeated champion. He’d perfected it because his Uncle Carl and Anna loved it so much. She was better than he remembered. Not only has she not changed as the sweet person she was, but she was now the star that liked being a person just as much. There needed to be more people in the world like her.

Anna and Connor spent a good half hour chatting away until Anna asked him to leave so she could change out of her bulky opera costume. Connor agreed, said goodbye, and decided he’d head on home. It was the first time in forever that either one of them had felt so cherished.

I hope it stays this way for a while, Connor thought as he walked up the stairs to his apartment.

Chris glared over at the approaching enemy as she stood defiantly between them and her fine city of CWCville. Yet another day of fighting; hopefully this will be the last. Her friends in the Chaotic Combo stood behind her, awaiting the battle alongside her. Chris was glad they were all there for her. And not just them, but also her otherdimensional counterpart, Night Star, and the Draconequus Discord were there to help her out. Punchy smacked his spiked fists together a few times and swung at the air. "Let's get going!"

Chris pointed imperatively at the approaching horde and shouted "Graduon!" The army stopped in response, and the two leaders, Count Graduon and Dr. Ren Skysoar, pulled up to the front. Skysoar looked bemused by all this, while the wizard Graduon looked more serious about this whole thing. "You and Kurome are both misguided! You're stopping here and now, so make this easier on yourself and turn back!"

Sonichu jumped in front of his mother in a ready stance. "Yeah, go away before we make you!"

The horde of villains laughed. Chris didn't falter, but took a quick look around at the army of Jerkops, Janekops, enormous lumbering Decepticlones, and artificial lifeforms from the world of Gamindustri. Graduon replied with "Hmph. Sorry, Christine Weston Chandler, but we've prepared for you all this time. You cannot stop us this time!"

Chris looked around at her friends. Sonichu, Punchy, Wild, they were revving to go. Rosechu, Bubbles, Robee, Cera, Christine Rosechu, they eyed the enemy with determined expressions. Angelica Rosechu hovered above them, hands clasped to ready herself for healing. Silvana, Blake, and Simonla looked over to Chris, hoping she knew what she was doing. The unicorn Night Star and Discord glanced at each other, light, knowing smiles on their faces. Chris glanced at Magi-Chan, who stared ahead with his arms crossed, and smirked before turning back to their opponents. "Okay, have it your way." Magi-Chan, give the signal.

Right. And with that, the psychic hedgehog closed his eyes, prompting a small army of police officers, and several Transformers to run in from around the many street corners to join the heroes. Five figures in body suits, one red, one yellow, one blue, one pink, and one green, all jumped in from atop a building, all striking different martial arts poses directly behind Chris. Angelica gasped in surprise when she looked around her and found five girls with mechanical wings hovering around her. “The Gamindustri Goddesses!”

One of these Goddesses with orange hair laughed. “Yep! Chris thought it’d be a better idea to get this going before taking the time to tell you guys.”

Chris laughed at the surprise on Graduon’s and Skysoar’s faces. “Uzume’s right, guys! Sorry to keep y’all in the dark! Well, Count Graduon! If we can’t convince you with words, I guess we’ll just have to do this the old-fashioned way.” And with that, she pressed her hands across her chest, and the Sonichu Medallion around her neck. She burst out in a flash of bright light, and immediately traded out her human form for the form of a blue-furred humanoid hedgehog like her allies, including a thunderbolt-shaped tail, ears, and a black nose. Chris pointed at their enemies, who have now recovered from the shock of a small army appearing from nowhere to oppose them. “Get ready, everybody!”

Graduon’s eyes glowed red as he seemingly grew a couple of inches in anger. “ATTACK!!” he hollered in a distorted, deeper voice than the one he used a moment ago. Skysoar pressed multiple buttons on a remote control as he cackled madly. Seemingly in response to his inputs, the army of Jerkops advanced on the defense force, the Transformers immediately engaged with a swarm of Decepticlones. A man in a full suit of metallic and red jumped forward yelling as he attacked the Power Rangers, the Jerkops strangely acting as if setting a defensive perimeter around this man. Another Jerkop with metal limbs bounced around several times, screaming a battle cry, as he attacked Blake, who managed to block the hit with a well-timed elbow strike. The two combatants continued to trade blows as they ran off. A forty-foot-tall robot with a head in a jar affixed atop the body ran forward and clashed with Son-Chu, the two giant robots wrestling each other, refusing to give ground. A black man in golden armor rushed the Goddesses, letting out a roar more like a lion’s than a man’s as he rammed himself into Neptune. Another black man from the PVCC’s side yelled out a sentence that nobody managed to hear properly as he shot after Punchy, Bubbles, and Wild.

Sonichu rushed in as fast as he could, leading his family in the charge, as he made straight for Graduon. “You’re wide open, Graddy!-“ He suddenly yelled out in pain, his family in surprise, as a large yellow metallic object rushed him and flew about with him in tow. Sonichu grunted as he tried to break free. “Metal Sonichu!” The robot replied by pushing its prey into the side of a building, running him along the windows, dealing lots of damage, and showering the embattled streets below with glass and debris.

Robee found herself leading the family this time, now in pursuit of her father. “C’mon, guys, they’re getting away!” She blew down 30th street, bowling over Jerkops along the way, with her mother and sisters doing everything they can to try and keep up.

“Slow down, we can’t keep up!” Cera yelled in vain after her sister.

Christine ran alongside her mother and glanced over inquisitively. “You have a plan, Mom?”

“Uh, let me think…” Rosechu examined the area as they ran along, trying to find something they could use to maybe make a trap of some kind.

+++

Chris didn’t have time to wonder what happened to Sonichu before she ducked under and knocked away several Jerkops. She could see him. Graduon. If she could take him out, they win. She rushed at Graduon, who noticed and simply stood there, glaring at her. Suddenly, she too got knocked back by some unseen force. She gingerly lifted herself off the ground as a familiar laughing voice came closer and closer. “Naitsirhc!”

“We’ve got a score to settle, Christine,” the green-haired hedgehog spat before kicking her several feet into the air. Midway through her arc, however, Chris managed to regain her composure, perform three flips in midair, and land on the ground. She immediately dodged away from a dive kick and pushed herself back into the new opponent’s stomach.

“Why didn’t I expect you to appear?” She blocked two punches aimed at her face and replied with a kick.

Naitsirhc blocked the kick and smirked. “Maybe it’s because you’re a stupid girl, now, bro!”

Chris growled, noticing in her peripheral vision as Graduon lifted his hand, palm facing towards her, as he prepared to fire an energy blast at her. Suddenly, his arm transformed into a tree branch. “What?!”

“Not so fast, Graduon!” Chris smiled; it was Night Star. Discord floated beside her, the way he held his claws suggesting that the transfiguration was his doing. “You can’t get past all of us! Magi-Chan!”

“Right!” The hedgehog fired a Psybeam at the villain, who managed to break off his tree branch of an arm, replaced with an instantly-regrown human arm, just in time to engage the attack in a beam lock. Graduon yelled out in anger as he held back the magic from the two Equestrians and the attack from Magi-Chan.

Chris continued trading blows evenly with Naitsirhc, who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. They rushed in and out, punching and kicking and shooting off lightning at each other each chance they got, but neither managing to gain any ground on the other. Chris grunted and turned her attention to Graduon again as an idea struck her. She didn’t exactly need to defeat Graduon. “Graduon, you have to listen! Kurome doesn’t want what she told you she wants!” The wizard didn’t pay her any heed, probably because of the battle he found himself in. Still, she had to try. “She doesn’t want to rule the world, she wants to destroy it!”

Naitsirhc laughed and landed a punch on Chris’ left cheek. “What’re you tryna do, win him over with lies or something? You should focus on me first, bro!”

Chris rubbed her cheek and narrowed her eyes at Naitsirhc. “Rrgh. Fine.” She yelled out and ran at her opponent, fist clenched.

+++

Uzume blasted their opponent with her megaphone as the others tended to Neptune. Whoever this guy was, he knew how to hit hard. Vert was shouting at Neptune, trying desperately to get her to answer if she was alright, and Neptune, who was still not quite on her feet yet, was yelling back that she couldn’t hear her friend. Eventually she ran out of breath, much to the Manajerk’s happiness.

“I said ‘Are you alright’?!” Vert asked again, louder than she probably needed to.

“What?!” Nep asked again. “Oh, whatever! Let’s get ‘em!” She yelled out, knocked away her friends’ hands, and swooped forward, attempting to slash at her target. Right behind her, Noire followed suit, her sword in hand and trying to yell louder than Nep. The Manajerk simply smirked and parried Nep’s backflip kick and three kicks from midair, before being staggered by a sudden high-speed slash from Noire. Nep then followed this up with two slashes to the man’s head and uppercutting him into the air.

“Good work, Nep!” Noire shouted as she slashed at her target three times, getting him to yell out and ragdoll a bit. Nep followed this up by slashing at him a bit more and knocking him back to the ground, where Noire encircled the opponent at high speed and slashed more times than the girl could count. The man snarled in annoyance as he continued hitting the ground from these attacks.

Nep clenched her fist victoriously. “Yeah!”

“I didn’t need your help, Nep.”

“Yeah, sure. Ready?”

“Yeah.” The two girls readied their weapons, yelled again, and rushed their opponent once more.

The Manajerk rubbed his chin before swinging his kanabo, sending the two girls flying backwards to collide face-first with the ground. The other three gasped as Vert called out “Nep!” and Uzume called out “Noire!” in concern. The Manajerk stood back up and cracked his neck. “Annoying bitches,” he said with a rumbling hiss before beginning to lumber towards them, his studded club in hand.

Nep pulled her head from underneath a mound of dirt. “Wow, that hurt. What’ve they been feeding him?!”

A cackle erupted from nearby, a voice belonging to Skysoar. “Only the finest in genetic manipulation, my dear! Now B-Manajerk is so much more than a man!”

Blanc crossed her arms in disapproval. “’Manajerk’? That’s what you’re calling them?? Really?”

“Exterminate them!!”

B-Manajerk raised his weapon and rushed at them, each step shaking the ground around them much more than a man of his size should have. Acting on instinct, Neptune reached for every single Preset Disk she had and threw them at the advancing soldier, who ignored every single effect they inflicted on him. Ice forming, blasts of fire and wind, growths of rock, they did absolutely nothing to penetrate his golden armor, and did even less to the man’s killer instinct. He reached the girls in a few seconds and smashed them all into the side of a building with a single swing of his weapon.

Uzume could barely see straight. Nep was right. This guy did hit hard, really hard. She felt a large lump on her head as she drunkenly flew her way back to the battlefield ahead of the others. “’Genetic manipulation’, you said?” she asked without even really thinking about why she was asking this.

Skysoar put his hands on his hips dramatically and smirked up at them proudly. “That’s right! He is now no longer human!” He pointed imperatively at Uzume before continuing. “B-Manajerk now has the genetic makeup of the legendary oni! B-Manajerk, a demonstration!!”

The man bellowed like a cow as he transformed before everyone fighting nearby, growing horns and tusks, a third eye in the middle of his forehead, and growing to fifty feet tall. His roars now shook the nearby buildings, breaking some windows along the way, and prepared a small hellstorm of magma breath. “EVERYBODY DUCK!” Neptune yelled as everyone narrowly avoided being scorched. Vert flew as high as she could, Uzume bolted to the left, Noire to the right, and Blanc jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding getting her hat singed. Neptune looked up and noticed what everyone just did. “Guys, why didn’t you duck?!” Everyone replied by yelling “Shut up, Nep!!”

B-Manajerk roared once again into the sky, shaking his head like an enraged bull, and rushed at Blanc, who barely managed to jump out of the way. They all rushed in with everything they had. Neptune tried turning into her jet form and encircling the battlefield, unloading her guns into the large new target. Blanc ran in with her hammer, swinging wildly and causing small ice explosions on the areas of impact. Noire slashed away, jumped into the air screaming, and lunged back down with a fiery slash attack. Vert tried summoning a giant spear and telekinetically hurling it into her target, an attack that he effortlessly blocked with one hand. Uzume ran in and hit everywhere she could, each punch counting for several hits through her powers helping her out. Vert tried again, this time summoning multiple spears. None of these attacks did anything to their opponent, who surprised them by scooping them all up and tossing them into Neptune, laughing all the while.

The girls found themselves in a pile of arms and legs on the ground. Skysoar swooped about laughing at everything going on. “Gwah hah hah! It’s useless!! His golden armor is invulnerable to any damage, and his new physiology makes him resistant to all of your elemental attacks! B-Manajerk! I’m going to check on my other beautiful creations and be right back! Have fun with your new toys!” Neptune and Uzume glanced up at their opponent, who grew larger and larger while roaring all the while.

+++

Not much more than a few hundred yards away, down Third Avenue, the Power Rangers found that they were faced with similar problems. Each of the Rangers was fighting as hard as they could, but the sheer numbers of Jerkops were starting to wear them down. The Red Ranger grunted as he was kneed in the chest before grabbing the leg of the Jerkop who hit him and tossing him over his shoulder. “You never could fight fair, could you, Baggett?!”

The Jerkop in grey and red jumped atop a car and pointed dramatically at his opponent. “Of course not, old friend! Villains and criminals don’t fight fair, and neither should I!”

“How many times- urgh!- do we- hiya!- have- grah!- to tell you?!” The Blue Ranger cried out. “We’re not criminals!”

Baggett stood back up and crossed his arms. “Hmph! Didn’t you hear, Tony? Sanctuary Cities break the law!”

The Yellow Ranger managed to floor four Jerkops in a single twisting motion in midair. “If this city wasn’t- grah!- then I wouldn’t be here, Baggett!”

“I know.”

“This creep!” The Pink Ranger yelled out and attempted a flying roundhouse kick on Baggett, but he was simply too fast and threw her over his shoulder, avoiding the attack completely.

“Silvia!” the Green Ranger called out as he saw his friend tossed aside. “That does it! This creep needs to die!”

“Why’d you give the boy my suit?”

The Rangers didn’t answer. Instead, they pushed back the Jerkops and all gathered together to take a ready stance. The Red Ranger turned his head at the others. “Be careful, everyone! Baggett’s a tough one!”

Baggett held out his hand theatrically. “Allow me to show you one of my new toys, courtesy of Doctor Skysoar!” He held out one of his fingers and pressed it to his temple, causing the Jerkops to all perk up. The Green Ranger looked around at them, clearly uneasy. “Uh, what’re they doing?”

“JERKOP SWARM!!” On command, the Jerkops clumped together, almost as if they were a bunch of humanoid magnets. They continued to group together until they formed around Baggett, lifting him into the air and using their collective bodies to form a dozen very large arms.

The Rangers eyed what was happening apprehensively. “Uh-oh,” The Blue Ranger muttered. “This is bad, guys,” The Pink Ranger chimed in. “Gee, you think?” The Green Ranger replied, attempting to stay tough by being snarky.

“JERKOP PUNCH!!” Baggett yelled as one of the arms, now the size of a tanker truck, slammed into the ground the Rangers were just a second ago. “JERKOP KATA!!” he yelled as he continued the assault, launching punches in a way very similar to how he would’ve fought on his own.

Each Ranger managed to dodge, albeit barely, but The Yellow Ranger caught her leg on one of the punches in midair, spinning about and yelling as she flew into a nearby café. Baggett laughed, now using every voice of the Jerkops to amplify his own. “JERKOP….!!” He yelled as he cupped the hands together into pairs.

The Red Ranger had a pretty bad feeling about what was coming. “Everyone run!” And it was a good thing they did, because Baggett finished preparing his attack by them. “…BALL!!” The fists broke off as large boulders built from men, which chased down the Rangers throughout the streets under their own power. “Split up!” They all did, and the men-boulders all split up as well, one for each remaining Ranger, decimating whatever cars or combatants they came across.

Baggett laughed and hoisted himself up more with his new bodily extensions. “THIS IS YOUR END, RANGERS!!” he called out as he pursued The Red Ranger.

+++

Meanwhile, Silvana and Son-Chu found themselves pushed back Downtown, where they faced off against a mechanical Manajerk the size of Son-Chu himself, the two robots trading blows ferociously. Silvana had since transformed into a European dragon, and was doing everything she could to keep the pressure on. She reared up onto her hind legs and roared at her opponent, before being knocked back and winded from a concussive blast from the cyborg’s palms. The head floating in a jar atop the robot cackled loudly, the bubbles of the preservation fluid audible even from the ground.

Simonla popped out of the ground, flipping over and knocking out several hapless Jerkops, not noticing that they were wandering listlessly down the road. “Hangin’ in there, partner?!” she called up to the panting dragon. Silvana pushed herself up and growled in reply. “’Atta girl, Silvana! Let’s go get ‘em!”

The two girls yelled as they joined the fight with Son-Chu. The robot, which had the letters “W” and “M” on either of its shoulders, glanced down at Simonla before getting knocked around by a particularly nasty right hook from Son-Chu. W-M took a moment to recover, during which his head swirled around, making him dizzy. After everything settled down for him, however, he readjusted his head and chuckled. “I’M DISAPPOINTED, HEROES. I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT MORE FORCES WOULD’VE BEEN DEEMED NECESSARY FOR DR. SKYSOAR’S GREATEST CREATION.”

Simonla continued to rush her opponent. “We’re more than enough to deal with the likes of you!!” She yelled out and drilled the robot’s foot. But to no avail. To her surprise, she didn’t even scratch it. “What in…?” Then she got a better look at it and gasped. “Simitanium!” This was the same material that her own skeleton was made from! Before she could say anything else, W-M twitched his ankle and kicked her away and through several buildings.

Silvana noticed this blow on her friend and roared in anger. She blasted the Manajerk with her fire breath as the Transformer continued to pummel him, but it was no use. The cyborg just continued to laugh as he traded blows with both of his opponents. The titans continued to stomp around the park, kicking up everything they could to try to get the others to lose ground, which didn’t exactly work. W-M eventually started kicking large balls of compressed Jerkops into Son-Chu’s face, getting in a few blows each time he did so. A collection of voices from the distance cried “DAMNIT, W-M, I WAS USING THEM!!” The slurry of Jerkops somehow all managed to stand up and wander over somewhere around the corner. Moments later, as they continued fighting, these titans didn’t even notice that they almost pulverized the Red Ranger, who leapt from building top to building top to try and escape the Jerkop Ball chasing him.

W-M pulled back for a bit and grinned smugly. “THIS IS REALLY THE BEST YOU CAN DO, ISN’T IT? ISN’T THERE SOMEONE THAT CAN HELP YOU OUT, MAKE THIS MORE FUN-?” He was cut off by a building falling on top of him. Son-Chu and Silvana looked over to where the building fell from and saw Simonla whooping and hollering at a small crater where the building used to stand. As the dust began to settle, W-M marched out from under the wreckage, looking more happy than damaged. “OKAY, THAT MIGHT MAKE THIS INTERESTING.”

+++

Blake ducked under another extending punch from his opponent, who continued to bend and contort his arms and legs in seemingly random configurations. All the while, this human combatant continued to yowl a continuous war cry at him, as if he had nothing to lose from going all-out here. The mechanical limbs continued to stretch and bend, creaking and croaking as if made from extendable metal and plastic. Blake ran about, jumped off of the arms and legs as best he could, rolling and ducking as he went. The damage this maniac was doing was insane!

He weaved in closer and closer, trying to find the opening he needed. He rolled along the man’s arm for a moment, propelling himself into the air, and he saw it. The Manajerk noticed this too, but smirked. Blake could hear Angelica call out “Look out, Blake!” before he got smacked out of the air and through two buildings. He yelled out. Everything hurt.

But then Angelica flew in and used her Catholic healing spell, or whatever it was, closing his wounds and easing the pain. “Thanks,” Blake mumbled as he pulled himself from the wall.

“Blake, I think I have a plan-“

“No, you stay back and keep up the healing.”

“But-“

“If that Manajerk gets one good hit on you, you’re down for the count. Don’t try to jump in and help,” he warned as he activated his rocket shoes and rushed at the Manajerk, the one he remembered to be named “Merried Seinor Comic”, or something to that effect. Merried retracted his limbs and held out his hands, readying himself for the impact, and managed to hold Blake back, causing them both to push at the other with all their might as they grappled.

Merried flashed a mischievous, toothy grin. “Always wanted t’crush yer head, Blachu!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“’Cuz if I can, I can do it t’ the yellow one! And maybe move in on your girl. Heh?” Merried licked his lips.

Blake roared as he suddenly relented so he can toss the mechanical man over his shoulder. As the lanky Manajerk pirouetted through the air, however, he used this momentum to slice everything around him in a singular cyclonic motion, barely missing Angelica, who was hovering not too far from the fight. “Angelica, I said stay back!”

“You’re going to need healing, Blake!”

“I’m doing fine- ARGH!” Blake flew back from a sudden blow to the face and felt half his teeth fly from his face, only for them to miraculously reappear. Merried Seinor Comic laughed as he launched himself forward as if his legs were large springs. The two proceeded to wrestle on the ground, kicking up dirt as they did so.

Angelica looked up, startled as a maniacal laugh erupted from not too far from her. It was Skysoar. “Ah,” he called out as he swooped in from around the street corner. “It seems my new and improved Manajerks are exceeding my expectations!”

Angelica narrowed her eyes. “Skysoar…” She coated her wings with a metallic aura and proceeded to divebomb towards him. Underneath her, however, Merried broke away from his scuffle and performed a one-handed handstand. “Not so fast, Missy!” he called out as he shot out his other hand, intercepting her and crushing several of her ribs as she cried out in pain, flying through three office buildings from the impact.

Blake noticed this and froze up. “Angelica!” He hated to think what Punchy would say if he were to find out about this. He overclocked his shoes and rushed over to where she landed and found her lying limply on the street. “Hey, wake up! C’mon!” He shook her, managing to his relief to wake her up.

“Ughhh… Blake… Did you get him?”

“Not yet. I told you to stay back!”

Angelica grimaced and held her side. “I’ll be fine. Just… Just need to heal.”

“You don’t have-“ A loud crash interrupted Blake as Merried stood back upright, having bounded over to them once again for more combat.

+++

Rosechu examined the tunnel the rest of the family found themselves in. If Christine was right about this, then Metal and Sonichu would fly in through the tunnel very soon. Cera backed the last eighteen wheeler into place, completely blocking the road through. “Mom, he can still just fly over, though.”

Christine looked at her mother with deep concern in her eyes. “What’re we doing about that, Mom?”

“I’m throwing that truck into them.”

Both the girls were taken aback by this. “But,” Cera interjected, “won’t that hit Dad too?”

“He’ll be fine. See Robee yet?” The yellow Rosechu appeared beside her, kicking up a small windstorm as she did so. “They’re coming, get ready!”

Rosechu barely had time to jump get into position when the sounds of jet engines cascaded throughout the tunnel. Without even taking the time to think, she forced her arm muscles to bulge a sudden burst of power, easily flipping the truck into the air. However, to their surprise, Metal Sonichu simply punched a hole through the side of the airborne vehicle through sheer momentum, completely ignoring this useless obstacle. The merciless robot landed several yards away and bashed his helpless captive into the side of every vehicle he could as he stomped along.

Robee watched with a tear forming in her eye, noticing the cuts and bruises on her dad’s head. She ran at the robot. “Let go of my Dad!” The robot responded to this sudden attack by taking flight, causing the young hedgehog to miss, and spat a laser from his chest, the tunnel now sliced in half and expelling cars into the air like blood from an artery. The hedgehogs barely managed to jump from car to car and land on the ground in ways that, while still painful, didn’t kill them. They all panted and watched as the robot flew off with Sonichu, who yelled something they couldn’t understand.

Rosechu gingerly stood back up, helping her daughters to do the same. “Any other ideas, kids?”

“You mean you don’t have any more?”

“Um…”

“What if we forced him into the river?”

“He’s too fast for us. We need something else, sis.”

“Oh! How about the crane over at-?” Christine found herself cut off by a loud metallic crackle as they looked up to find the gigantic W-M-Manajerk uprooting the crane to smack Silvana as he held Son-Chu in a headlock. “Oh, no!”

Robee followed the robot with her gaze, trying desperately to think of a plan. Metal Sonichu buzzed around W-M-Manajerk’s head, choking her father until he almost turned blue. She had to act. She thought back to something her father told her about acting on instinct, so she did. She ran up the side of a building, barely even noticing the static electricity building underneath her feet or across her body. She didn’t notice the giants’ struggle narrowly missing her several times as she scaled the side of the building. She didn’t even notice that she almost bowled over the Red Ranger when she reached the top. She simply continued running until the familiar clouds formed underneath her feet. She leveled out and readjusted herself to find the robot, who now held a limp Sonichu and held its clawed hand up to the sky, ready to land the final blow.

“I SAID, LET… GO… OF… MY… DAD!!” She ran at the robot at full force, creating a Sonic Rainboom upon impact and reducing the robot to smithereens. Robee circled around her father, who seemed to be falling in slow motion, until she slowed down enough to actually grab him.

The Sonic Rainboom wreaked havoc on everything around her, the other Chaotic Combo members barely managing to even remain standing. W-M buckled as the ground beneath him crumbled completely, swallowing him into a large sinkhole. The wind kicked up and rainbow-colored flashes emanated throughout the city block. Son-Chu, Silvana, and Simonla looked down the hole, confused. “Y’all think that did it?” Simonla asked her comrades.

Robee finally caught her dad and came to a halt once she reached the ground at a much more manageable speed. The rest of the family rushed over, ecstatic that Sonichu was still alive.

“Sonichu, darling, wake up!” Rosechu shook her husband, worry still etched in her face.

Sonichu coughed and opened his eyes, his vision very blurry. “What happened?” he murmured, his voice scratchy and weak.

“It was incredible, Dad!” Cera interjected. “Roberta here ran up that building, caught some clouds to run on like that one time, and then rushed at Metal Sonichu fast enough to create a Sonic Rainboom!”

Sonichu coughed again as he wobbled his way up to his feet. “You’re getting better at those, sport.” He chuckled. “You might even be close to getting faster than me.”

“What? Dad, c’mon-“

“Where are the others? We need to help them.”

“Sonichu, dear, you can’t help anyone right now.”

“I’ll be fine,” he murmured as he stumbled forward. “Just need to find Angelica, and I’ll be zappin’…”

+++

Baggett covered his face as the rainbow energy flew by. He didn’t know what that was, but he saw it knock W-M down into a sinkhole. Whatever it was, it was some strong stuff. He had to make sure to avoid whoever did that. A noise from over his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts, and to his surprise it was the Rangers, including The Yellow Ranger, who Baggett noticed was unsteady on her right leg. He smiled at this. “SO YOU’VE ALL MANAGED TO SURVIVE MY JERKOP BALLS!! BRAVO, RANGERS!! BUT YOU WON’T BE LIVING THROUGH THIS!! JERKOP….!!”

The Rangers stood ready as the nearby Jerkops, which now numbered into the thousands, rushed with unnatural speed to gather around their foe, who continued to grow in front of them. “Oh, no!” the Green Ranger cried out. “At this rate, even the Zords won’t be big enough to fight that!” The Blue Ranger yelled out.

Baggett laughed a thunderous laugh, now taking on a semi-serpentine appearance and dwarfing the buildings around them. “THE ONLY GOOD SANCTUARY CITY IS A LEVELLED SANCTUARY CITY!! TIME FOR A GOOD STOMPIN’!!” He glanced over a few city blocks at B-Manajerk, who was still fighting evenly with the Gamindustri Goddesses. “DON’T WORRY, B!! I’LL BE THERE TO GIVE YOU A HAND IN JUST A MINUTE!!” He ignored the Purple Goddess, he was pretty sure she was called Neptune, who yelled out “Hold on, what!!?” Instead of answering, Baggett uprooted a skyscraper and attempted to squish the Rangers with it.

The Rangers tried to run, but couldn’t make it in time. They held their heads in a vain attempt to cover their heads, but quickly realized that the building hadn’t hit them quite yet. Red Ranger looked up and noticed that the pink Transformer, Excelina, was barely holding the building back, despite the intense strain on her robotic face and how much her arms and legs were shaking from the effort. There was no time. “Keep going, everybody!” Red Ranger called out as he rushed the rest of the way.

The Rangers barely managed to get away from the impact site before it came crashing down, Excelina’s hand reaching to the sky from underneath the building. Green Ranger shook his head. “We have to stop him before he destroys the whole city!”

“It’s Zord time, everyone!” The Rangers took their positions and summoned their Zords, five thirty-foot humanoid robots in different colors. The Yellow Ranger struck a pose and called out “Huang-di!” before jumping up high and materializing inside the yellow-colored robot. The Red Ranger struck a pose and called out “Chidi!” before jumping up high and materializing inside the red-colored robot. The Blue Ranger struck a pose and called out “Cangdi!” before jumping up high and materializing inside the blue-colored robot. The Green Ranger struck a pose and called out “Baidi!” before jumping up high and materializing inside the green-colored robot. And finally, The Pink Ranger struck a pose before calling out “Heidi!” before jumping up high and materializing inside the pink-colored robot.

The Rangers all landed snugly in their cockpits before the Yellow Ranger opened up a communication link between the Zords. “Time to come together, everyone!” In sync, the Rangers all crossed their arms and yelled out “Emperor Megazord!” The robots jumped into the air, transforming in different ways all the while, before they all conjoined into one larger Megazord big enough to wield a skyscraper like a polearm.

Baggett turned towards this new opponent and smiled to himself. They’re finally a challenge. The Megazord unsheathed a large sword and rushed at its opponent, who responded to each slash with an outstretched clawed hand deftly catching it before it landed. After thirty seconds of close combat, the monstrous Jerkop grew a tail and jabbed the Megazord before tossing it away and laughing. The Rangers yelled out before they managed to right themselves. The Green Ranger punched the stabilization button before turning to the Red Ranger. “Man, he’s going to be tough!”

“He was our best before he turned evil. We have to give it everything we’ve got. Ready guys?”

The other Rangers turned to him and nodded as one. “Ready!”

“Alright! Celestial Dragon Tooth!” The Megazord’s arm transformed into a giant drill as they rushed the target. With a great crash, they slashed through the Jerkop’s abdomen, nearly ripping him in two. Baggett roared and clutched his side before yelling out angrily and closing the wound as more and more Jerkops joined the conglomerate being, leaving the citizen fighters to look on in awe.

“That didn’t finish him off?!”

“HA-HA-HA-HA!! DOCTOR SKYSOAR, YOU’VE OUTDONE YOURSELF THIS TIME!! HOW DO YOU LIKE SOME OF THIS?!” Just by raising his hands, Baggett created tentacles from the ground large enough to completely encircle the Megazord from many more surrounding Jerkops, preparing to demolish his former comrades.

+++

Still in her dragon form, Silvana looked down at Simonla. I don’t see anything down there, do you?

“Not a lick ‘a movement.” She looked up at Silvana and smiled. “Looks like we won!” She then turned and screamed as a small forest of metal tentacles erupted from the hole. Simonla narrowly avoided getting grabbed by the top of her head, and Silvana managed to keep four of them at bay with her fire breath, but Son-Chu wasn’t so lucky, and yelled out in a metallic scream as close to eighty clawed tentacles latched onto his body, effectively holding him in place.

A moment of struggle later, and the source of these new threats became obvious. W-M’s head slowly lifted from the hole, revealing a levitation device at the base as all of the metal tentacles protruded from a large ring on the bottom. As the disembodied head smiled smugly, several tentacles morphed into buzz saws, lasers, and three-pronged hooks. “DID YOU THINK IT’D BE THAT EASY?” He glanced down, the expression on his face suggesting everything he was doing was casual, and fired eight unbroken laser beams at Simonla.

Simonla narrowly dodged the lasers as if playing Limbo, and yelled out “Shit!” as one of them took off a tuft of her hair. “Just had that done!”

Silvana roared at the Manajerk, but soon roared from pain as he jabbed the dragon several times with spiked tentacles. This was not going well. If Chris can just get through to Graduon…

+++

Bubbles fired off Water Pulse after Water Pulse simply by pointing at her opponent, the heavily-armored Jerkhief, making a show of the effort on her part being virtually nonexistent. She intercepted each of his missiles, knocking them off-course and causing them to explode harmlessly. Beside her, Wild continued throwing Razor Leafs at him, hitting soft spots at his joints. “Where’d Punchy go?” Wild asked out loud. Bubbles didn’t answer, instead opting to blast the Jerkop in the face with some water.

The large man yelled out angrily and looked around. “Damnit, where’s my backup?! You took them, didn’t you, Baggett?!”

“Still have the chance to give up, Jerkhief!” Bubbles offered.

The man growled as his suit powered up, enabling him to rush at the Rosechu. “NEVER!” Before Bubbles could react, she was caught, and the angry Jerkop tossed her into a fifth-story window.

“Bubbles!” Wild called. “Punchy, where are you, man?!”

Jerkhief reached over for Wild now, but suddenly his arm was batted away by a red blur before he got hit in the chest and knocked into a post office. “Okay, I think I have an idea!” Punchy said to announce his presence. “Bubbles! You okay?!”

“Yeah!” she replied, even though Punchy couldn’t see her.

“Great! Wild, you see those traffic lights?”

Wild looked over where he was talking about and saw them, and then he understood. “Got it! How we doin’ this?”

The Jerkhief tore the walls around him apart as he angrily got back to his feet and rushed at the two hedgehogs. “I’M GONNA STUFF YOU ALL UP MY BUTT!!” He seemed like he was going to say something else, but a geyser of water erupted from the manhole underneath him, kicking him up into the air. Wild then quickly followed this up by wrapping his arms in vines and suspending him from the traffic lights. Punchy then finished the plan by lunging at the Jerkop and smashing the metal suit to pieces.

Bubbles jumped down from the window and slowed her fall with a smaller water geyser. “We did it!”

Punchy chuckled. “Nothin’ to it, huh? Let’s find the others.“

+++

Blake picked up the injured Angelica without even thinking. “How dare you injure a woman!”

Merried shrugged, clearly bemused. “War. Time to die, bitches!” He pulled back his arm and swung it at Blake’s face. But Blake was through with his bullshit. He caught the arm mid-flight and tore it straight off the man’s shoulder with one movement.

“Angelica, heal yourself. I’ll deal with him.” Without even waiting for an answer, Blake rushed at the Manajerk, a new fire burning in his eyes, and before the man could yell out in protest, he’d torn off the man’s other arm and both his legs.

Merried knocked his chin on the ground before managing to right himself. “Sunovabitch!” He hopped as he turned to Blake and attempted to bite his ankle. “I’m not done with you!”

Angelica finished her quick healing and nodded at Blake. “Well, that was quick.”

Blake just grunted and turned away. He wanted to find out how Bubbles was doing.

Angelica looked down at the Manajerk and noticed his eyes glowing blue. “Blake!” Blake looked down and noticed this too, before both jumped back. Blake suddenly grimaced as a quarter hit him squarely in the back of the head. “What the?”

+++

Punchy turned to walk away from the fight scene, but then the pieces of the mechanical suit began rattling, as did the nearby cars and every other metallic debris in the area, before they all began to float and whiz around at random. Before any of them could really process what was happening, a nearby car rammed into all of them, knocking the wind out of them.

+++

Blake and Angelica turned and noticed the maelstrom of metal closing in and ran without a second thought. They watched in amazement as Merried Seinor Comic not only grew back his limbs from the debris, but managed to encase himself in a shell of junk that towered over them. He laughed, the sound like that of scraping metal, and launched another punch at them.

Blake somehow managed to catch the fist on instinct, and did everything he could to hold it back. Angelica flew up and tried to hit the new monster with a Steel Wing, but soon found herself stuck to his shoulder, so she had to stop the attack.

Blake yelled out from the effort of holding back the Manajerk. “ANY IDEAS?”

Angelica thought for a second before replying. “Yeah! Keep holding him there!” She flew up to the monster’s face and began a prayer that she was taught as a Rosee. She didn’t think she’d ever have to use it, but if she was ever going to, then now was the time. She prayed to God and Jesus for them to use their power to vanquish this opponent, to lend them the strength to win. As soon as she muttered the last “Amen!” Merried groaned as if heavily weakened.

Blake’s eyes widened in amazement. “That did it, Angelica!” He gave another heave and just as before managed to tear the arm from his opponent. He then proceeded to swing it around and hit Merried in the face with his own hand. He then tossed it aside and leapt into the air, performing a Spin Dash and cutting right through the monster’s chest. Blake stood up and crossed his arms as the exoskeleton fell apart behind him. “Hm. Let’s find the others.”

+++

Neptune yelled out, very frustrated, as she peppered the target with laser fire, of course doing no damage. Of course! The giant ogre of a man laughed and lunged at her, propelled forward by his jetpack, and smashed her yet again with his weapon. Neptune flew backwards in a heap next to the others. “OW!! This is stupid!”

“Anyone have any ideas?” Blanc asked nobody in particular.

“I’ve got one,” Noire chimed in suddenly. “Everyone know how concussions work?”

“Intimately,” Neptune fumed, rubbing her head and finding the eighth lump.

“Follow my lead!” Noire then began her transformation into Next Black, the others all following suit with their respective forms. “Hit him so that he bruises on the inside!”

The girls all roared as they rushed forward. B-Manajerk swung once again at Noire, who managed to zip through his guard and land a nasty slash that erupted with lightning. The man crumpled from this, but not much more than that before Neptune slashed at him herself and gauged the fabric of reality from her strike. Vert then summoned an uncountable amount of spears and pelted him incessantly with a rain of blades. Blanc then finished the combo by firing a freezing shockwave at B-Manajerk, summoning a large laser cannon, and torching him with it.

The girls all landed several feet away as a group and reverted back to their civilian clothing, panting as they eyed the monster cautiously. Uzume prepared her megaphone just in case. The monster groaned, roared in pain, stumbled forward, clenching his kanabo, and inched forward. After three small steps, his breathing heavy, he fell forward, belching a black darkness from his mouth before closing his eyes and hitting the ground.

Neptune couldn’t even celebrate properly. Her arms were heavy, and her head hurt. She panted heavily and managed to shout “Yeah!... Take that…. You… Monster!”

“The day’s saved now, right?” Vert asked as they turned to look at the city. They noticed Baggett and W-M’s tentacles and groaned.

“You’re kidding me! We have to take out more of these guys?!”

“Not me, I’m clocking out.” Blanc threw down her weapon in the middle of the road and began to walk away.

Uzume began looking around. She couldn’t stop now, not when she promised Chris that she’d help.

+++

Naitsirhc landed yet another kick across Chris’ face, knocking her backwards once more. She couldn’t see straight, her eyes have swollen over. Things shouldn’t be ending this way. Magi-Chan, Night Star, and Discord continued their struggle with Graduon, who had since taken a knee to better steady himself against this assault. “My, my,” Discord commented, seemingly disinterested. “You’re a tought nut to crack, aren’t you?!” Night Star and Magi-Chan just continued grunting from the effort of continuing their assault, and Graduon was likewise doing everything he could to hold their attacks back.

“Graduon, you can’t do this!” Chris began.

“I’ll defeat you or die trying, Chandler!”

“No, it’s not that, listen!” She yelled out as Naitsirhc slammed her head into the ground. When he pulled her face from the asphalt once again, she continued. “If you keep following this path, then Kurome will just destroy everything!” Graduon wasn’t listening; he was too preoccupied with his fight. Chris then had an idea. “Guys, stop fighting him!”

Night Star glanced over in confusion. “What?”

“Just do it!” Magi-Chan answered, and the three let down their guard in a way that allowed the beam to fire harmlessly into the sky.

Graduon and Naitsirhc were dumbfounded. Graduon turned on her with a new expression. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I’m telling the truth! Kurome doesn’t want to conquer the world like you, Graduon, she wants it destroyed! She told Blanc this when she tried to destroy her region of Gamindustri.” Graduon stayed silent, so Chris continued. “If you want to conquer the rest of the world, then fine. But help us stop her first. You can’t rule over something that isn’t there.”

Graduon continued to avoid Chris’ gaze, thinking over this new information. Finally, he returned Chris’ gaze and nodded. Chris smiled, but felt something encroach in the back of her mind. “You useless fool,” she muttered in a voice not her own, and she began to yell out in pain as her body contorted and began to levitate. Naitsirhc jumped back in shock. “What the hell?!”

Chris continued to yell, a dark energy emanating from her body. This energy danced about like a flame and began expanding, firing off flares across the city and drawing the attention of all. Uzume gasped as she saw this, clenched her fist and ran at Chris, holding out her hand and creating a bubble of energy around her before jumping in herself. Inside the bubble was another dimension, made entirely from Share Energy and created by her own power. While Chris and Kurome were inside this, then the rest of the world was safe.

The energy continued to surround Chris, beginning to morph her appearance into a dark version of Uzume herself. Behind Chris the energy began to grow a face of some kind. Uzume knew what she had to do. She held out her hand imperatively. “Kurome, you’re coming with me!”

Chris began to contort again, this time the new voice screaming out in protest. “NOOO!!” Uzume continued to absorb her evil half, not even paying any attention as the right side of her face began to scream too. She concentrated hard, and after ten seconds of supreme effort, everything was silent. Chris lay on the ground, not moving for a few seconds, before coughing, groaning, and slowly lifting herself up.

“Uzume…? What-?”

“Kurome tried to take over your body, Chris. But don’t worry. She’s taken care of now. She’s now a part of me, and she won’t be a problem anymore.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Uzume.”

Uzume giggled. There’s something I need, though. Chris, I’m afraid I need to take my powers back.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Without another word, Chris extended her arms in offering as a softer orange energy glowed from her heart and into Uzume. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two girls exited the pocket dimension, which faded behind them. Both sides had stopped fighting and were watching them. Chris turned to Graduon and smiled. “We don’t have to stay enemies, Graduon. For your whole life, you’ve never known love. How about you stay with us, and we show you?”

Naitsirhc shook his head. “How lame would we be-?”

“Very well,” Graduon boomed. “Henceforth, the PVCC forces and the city of CWCville are now allies!”

Everyone from the CWCville side cheered. Uzume hugged Chris. “We did it!”

“We sure did!”

“But, Chris. We have to go back to Gamindustri now. We’ve got a lot of rebuilding to do. Oh! I have an idea.” Uzume reached into her pocket and handed Chris a holographic card. “If you ever need our help, let us know, okay?”

“Thanks for everything.”

Uzume then smiled and waved as she turned to leave with the other Goddesses. A man in armor and a military-grade gas mask approached Chris with several magical girls behind him. “Good work, Chandler,” the man began in an electronically-augmented voice. He looked around at the heavily damaged city. “Well, you’ve managed to minimize damage, at least.”

“It was a war hard-fought, John. But now we’ve got new friends,” Chris explained as she looked around at people from both sides of the war helping each other tend to their wounded.

John looked around, his expression understandably unreadable. “Mazel tov,” he said finally. “There are still some cloaker agents that Kurome had set up, so we’ll need to deal with those.”

“Perhaps I could be of some assistance, Mr. Yamada,” Graduon interjected from over Chris’ shoulder.

“That’d be great,” Yamada replied, almost as if distracted. “But I need to bring something… else to your attention…”

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