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#i was gonna add more from the patrol section but this one is just.... so pretty
tatney · 1 year
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okay so one final little prediction before wednesday releases. eugene is for sure gonna die </3
going through the various trailers and teasers, it looks like he’s going to be one of the first students at nevermore to be killed by this monster (which i’ve talked a little abt before but it’s not letting me add the link </3) and here’s my line of thinking
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in eugene’s section in the nevermore academy advert, he talks abt the past alumni at the school (particularly morticia and gomez, and it’s been heavily implied that Weird Shit happened when they were at school here, and since weems was morticia’s old roommate and had “unfinished business” with her (i’m paraphrasing), i think that she may also have something to do w/ the old murders from when they were at school) and here in this screencap he does it in front of the weird statue that we’ve seen move around when wednesday and thing investigate it
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his actor also mentioned in an interview that nevermore has awesome set design – which like. yea it does anyone who has watched the trailers Knows that, but that could also be a very small hint that eugene could have something to do with this moving statue. thats all just very subtle implications at play though, so here we get into the more obvious hints, by which i mean
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^ yeah no this kid is for sure dying. look at him. this pov shot of what i think is the monster lurking around nevermore grounds almost crash zooms on him before the trailer cuts away (my bet is that he’s gonna get eaten, poor kid). i can’t quite tell what eugene is wearing here, other than the puffy coat, bc that dark thing around his waist looks like a batman-style utility belt. for what and why? who’s to say
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next i’d like to bring ur attention to wednesday and tyler investigating the grounds, where we can clearly see eugene’s glasses (potentially broken in the scuffle) in the grass. i’m not sure why tyler would try to pull wednesday away (this shot in the trailer is just to exacerbate tension and action ofc) but i think he may be trying to keep her from contaminating evidence or stepping in a bear trap of some description (which would make sense for that to be there if there’s a huge monster roaming around, if let’s say tyler’s dad (who we know really wants to get to the centre of this mystery) put those there so there’s a chance that tyler would know abt them and where they are if his dad made him come with him (bc his dad SUCKS))) although i can’t imagine wednesday being very clumsy. this also gives the potential for wednesday’s weird psychic powers to come into play and she can get some kind of charmed-style premonition from tyler’s touch.
after some time i think that either the body (or what remains </3) will be found or the police will give up on the investigation, eugene will be presumed as dead and there will be the funeral – which is what i think these shots are:
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and with that twilightesque dreary colour grading, my year of film studies pays off and i can theorise that this funeral scene happens and then wednesday immediately starts searching the ground again (look at those blue hues, it looks so misty and like it could rain any second)
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which is where she runs into uncle fester in the woods (well he drops out of a tree, since the majority of addamses are all spider-man-style acrobats as we’ve seen in previous movies). and then
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yeah i got nothing. but benny’s pooch patrol is on the case !!!!!!!!!!
(i’d also like to add that with fester’s introduction, the atmosphere (literal and thematically speaking) brightens considerably and it actually looks kind of sunny bc he’s what gives wednesday some genuine joy during all of this mystery and murder and i think he will encourage her to investigate further and inspire her)
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uh ok so i actually already have something to post here
this is an age regression fic so if thats not something you like then dont read
Rune Factory 5 involving fem protag (canon name is Alice but I went with my character’s name, Trixie) and Martin. And a little bit of Fuuka.
This one’s not too heavy in agere content but trust me that’s gonna change as I write more of these
so yeah
story under cut. its about 1,500 words.
Okay, my work for the day is done, Trixie thinks, slipping into the side entry of her room in the SEED base, her hands dirty from caring for her crops. She heads into the one fully secluded room of the upstairs area, opens her closet and changes into her pajamas. Already starting to slip, she settles down on the carpeted section of the floor to read her favorite books. She struggles to understand complex words when little, so the books she’s reading are those meant for smaller children, filled with whimsical renditions of the world around her.
A smile forms on her face. She's read these stories a million times, but every time they still amaze her. Today, however, her mind wanders as she skims the words scattered across the pages. She thinks about her childhood. What was it like? She can’t remember. She can’t remember anything before Rigbarth. Most of the time, it doesn’t bother her, but today her mind is racing.
She sighs and stands up. Maybe some milk will help me calm down. She has to push down those little thoughts as she heats up a pot and adds some milk, fresh from her Buffamoo named Basil. It’s dangerous for her to operate her cooking tables when little. She would likely hurt herself.
She pours the warm milk in a cup fitted with a spill-proof lid. Rather than return to the carpet, she chooses to return to the main room with her book and lay down in bed. She has no plans to go to bed—it’s only three in the afternoon—but she thinks the additional comfort of a cushy bed will help her relax more. She opens the book once more and keeps reading, sipping her milk before it cools. But, sooner than later, she feels her eyelids drooping. . .
The rest of the Silo was eerily quiet. Scarlett was off doing her patrols, and Captain Livia was out for the day due to a request from SEED HQ.
So when Martin walks in looking for a ranger, he is a little confused. His brother Cecil has sent him to convey a request relating to one of his detective investigations since he is busy helping Terry for the day. Martin, on the other hand, was forced into a day off after injuring his shoulder the day before. Normally Captain Livia or at least Scarlett are in at all times, so both being out was an unusual sight.
After checking both the main rooms, he sighs and pulls out a chair to wait. But before he can even sit down, he hears a loud crash from upstairs. He jumps up. Before he can even process what just happened, he unconsciously heads for the stairs. Halfway up, he pauses. Isn’t this Trixie’s room?
He keeps going, telling himself it’s just to make sure nobody is hurt. He cautiously pokes his head around the edge of the stairwell, to find Trixie fast asleep in her bed. Continuing to circle to the other side of the bed, he finds a large hardback book sprawled open on the floor, as well as a spilt cup of milk.
How did she not wake up from that? Martin wonders. He picks up the book and opens it to a random page. It is familiar to him; he remembers reading it when he was a kid. He closes it and quietly sets it on the side table on top of Trixie’s diary. Next, he walks over to the double doors that head to the other room. Pushing them open, he sees a round white carpet littered with stuffed animals and toys. The kitchen he is searching for is up against the back wall.
He sidesteps the carpet—he doesn't want to get it dirty—and locates a towel in a cabinet. He grabs it and returns to the puddle of milk on the floor. He tosses it on the puddle, picking up the cup as he does. Back to the kitchen he goes. He leaves it on a countertop since for some reason, Trixie doesn’t seem to have a sink. He ignores that for now and turns to head out.
Trixie rolls over, her eyes opening and letting in the evening sunlight. She squints and sits up. Her mind foggy, she doesn’t notice the book that was moved to her side table or the towel on the floor. She simply stood up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Once her eyes are clearer, she glances at the clock on her wall.
“Six-thirty? Jeez, how long was I out for?” she grumbled. She pulls off her pajamas and switches to her casual outfit, mostly because it was easier to get on than her SEED uniform. Her stomach rumbles. Knowing she doesn’t have the energy to cook, she makes a snap decision to head down to Lackadaisy to get dinner. She slips on her shoes and heads down the wooden stairs to the main floor.
To her surprise, she sees Martin sitting at one of the chairs near the exit, staring at Saint Eliza suspiciously.
“Hey Martin!”
He looks up, startled. “Hey, finally.”
She gives him a confused look.
“I’ve been here for a bit.”
“Why?”
“Cecil wanted me to pass along a request. He said it was too urgent to just put it on the request board,” he explains.
“Oh, okay. I was gonna head down to Lackadaisy for dinner; want to join me so we can discuss it?” She inquires.
“Why not?”
“Let’s go then.”
At Lackadaisy, it is the peak of the dinner rush. Fuuka is at the counter taking orders as people come in.
“Bengao! Gaola taraunom?”
“Hmm. . .” Trixie hesitated. “I’ll have some shrimp sashimi.”
Fuuka nods.
“Dumplings.”
Fuuka nods again before hurrying off to give their orders to Elsje.
The duo sit down and start their discussion. After they wrap up their official business, the topic shifts.
“How long were you waiting?” Trixie asks.
“A few hours,” Martin answers.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for making you wait that long. This is why Captain Livia and Scarlett usually take care of that.” She laughs.
“I don’t mind. Not like I had anything else to do.”
“Yeah, didn’t Darroch make you take a break because of your shoulder? Cecil told me when I saw him earlier. Speaking of, why didn’t he just tell me then?”
“He’s interesting like that.”
The two of them are finishing up their meals when Martin mentions, “Also, I thought I heard something crash up in your room while I was waiting.”
“Huh. You’d think something like that would wake me up from my impromptu nap. Let’s go take a look at that real quick. The only other thing I have in my schedule is to go to the beach and go stargazing, so I can definitely spare some time, haha.”
The pair give their thanks to Fuuka and Elsje as they head out, the sun starting to lower under the horizon.
Back at the Silo, Trixie leads Martin up the side entrance to her room. He hesitates; this is the moment he realises he would have to reveal he was in her room while she was asleep.
He tries to bring it up before she enters, but his voice comes out a stutter.
“Hm?” She pauses.
“Uh. . . I came up to your room to see what happened,” he spits out, his face heating up.
“Okay,” she says. “What happened?”
“There was a book on the floor and a spilt drink. I cleaned it up.” His face is redder than a strawberry.
“Okay. Thanks for that.” She smiles. “Guess that means we don’t have to take a look if it’s all been dealt with.”
“I guess.” He hides his face.
“Wanna join me at the beach?”
“Not like I have anything else to do.”
The beach is unusually empty for this time of day. Off in the distance, two figures can be seen, but they are too far away to bother the duo.
Trixie sits down in the sand, only bothering to take off her shoes and dig her toes into the warm sand. Martin joins her, removing his headpiece and shaking his head to mess up his hair.
“Aren’t the stars pretty?” Trixie asks. Martin says nothing, listening to the methodical sounds of the waves splashing against the shore.
Trixie readjusts herself so she's leaning on one arm and uses the other one to draw a small doodle in the sand. Martin watches.
“What were you doing before you fell asleep?” He inquires, turning his gaze to the stars spattered against the dark sky.
“Okay, so this is going to sound weird,” she starts. “But basically, you know how I have amnesia? Well, for me that means I can’t remember my childhood. But through a book I found out about this thing where you put yourself into the headspace of a child for like. . . coping reasons. So I’ve been doing that to sort of relive my childhood. Apparently the milk put me to sleep though.” Now it is Trixie’s turn to turn red from embarrassment.
Martin pauses. “. . . Okay.”
“Is that all you’re going to say?”
“What else is there to say?”
“Fair. But, uh . . .” her voice wavers. “I’m kind of feeling like I’m slipping back into that headspace again; is that alright?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks. I feel safe near you.”
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apocalypsebutch · 3 years
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Jackson || Dina photomodes, part 3/?
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phantomrose96 · 3 years
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Fenton Fact
Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.
Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.
Danny let his eyes drift shut.
“Sup loner, room for one more?”
Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.
“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”
“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”
Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.
Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”
“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”
“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”
“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”
“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”
A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.
“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”
“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”
“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”
“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”
“So why the roof?”
“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”
“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”
Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.
“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.
“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.
Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”
“…Nah.”
Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.
“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”
“Oh, are they?”
“Danny. You knew that.”
“Maybe.”
“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”
“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”
“You’re unfortunately right.”
“Phantom Phacts?”
“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”
“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”
“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”
“Fair.”
Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.
“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”
“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”
“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”
“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”
“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”
Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”
“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”
“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”
“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”
“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”
Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”
“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”
“And why didn’t you want to?”
“It just didn’t really feel right.”
“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”
“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”
“So then what is it?”
Danny took a moment to answer.
“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”
“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”
Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”
“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”
Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”
Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”
Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”
A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.
“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”
“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”
“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”
Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”
“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”
“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”
Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”
“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”
“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”
“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”
“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”
“You just said ‘box’ though.”
“I did say ‘box’.”
“Box.”
“Box.”
Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”
“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”
“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”
“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”
“Every time.” Sam nodded.
"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"
"All the better."
"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"
“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”
Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”
“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”
“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”
“You’re not private capital.”
“Then what am I?”
“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”
“I can fly.”
“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”
“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”
“Is that a Phantom Phact?”
Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”
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SOMETIMES PT.2
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---NOT MY PIC--- PETER PARKER X FEM!READER
Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Angst?? Idk lol
Word count:2145
COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT ME TO CONTINUE! SHOULD I START WRITING FROM PETER OR Y/N’S POV?
[A/N]Heyyy! Soooo this is part of this series (I’ll link part one). Hope you guys enjoy it! PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SEND ME MESSAGES AND ASK QUESTIONS I'LL ANSWER LOL. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter so I hope you like it! -J.T.S xxx
PART ONE
During physics class, Peter was working on an upcoming project with Ned, but he spent most of his time sleeping. He was basically sleep deprived from patrolling the town and stopping crimes.
“Late night huh Pete?” Ned asked, nudging Peter's arm that was supporting his head in the palms of his hands as his eyes got heavy, starting to close. 
“Yeah, had to stop some petty theft last night,” he began, a yawn interrupting him, “took longer than I thought.” 
The bell rang, dismissing the students to their after-school activities, if you had none you would just go home. Peter and Ned gathered their things and headed to the school’s front doors- MJ catching up with them how she usually did. 
“Man, you look terrible,” MJ said with a slight chuckle. 
“Wow, thanks. You're such a great friend.” Peter retorted sarcastically. Ned wasn’t riding the bus home today, he had to go with his mom for something he refused to share with anyone but Peter; so Peter just decided to ask MJ to walk home with her. 
“Sorry Parker, Y/N is picking me up today. You’re welcome to ride with us if you want though.” 
Peter didn’t respond for a while, debating if it was worth the anxiety attack of being around her. Y/N was the only thing that was on his mind now. His attraction grew even more when she wore those glasses. He zoned out for a while till MJ snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused on MJ who was now reaching out to grab the handle of a car door. Y/N’s car. His breath hitched in his throat once he saw Y/N wearing those same glasses from last Friday, her hair in the messiest high-ponytail he had ever seen- but it was cute to him.
“Ya coming lover-boy?” Y/N said, looking Peter right in his wide brown eyes. He blushed at the nickname before answering. 
“Yeah… I’m coming.”
The three teens got into the car and started on their way. “Hey losers, wanna go shopping?” 
“Y/N you only wanna go to the mall to eat,” MJ said to Y/N who was now laughing loudly, throwing her head back in agreement with her. Suddenly, in the middle of her laugh, she let out a loud snort. The car went silent as Y/N covered her mouth with her hand. MJ and Y/N burst into laughter, Peter soon joining. They all joked and sang to the songs that played on the radio all the way to the mall. 
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“Dude!” 
“Jeez Y/N, you scared me! What is it?” MJ said to her, clutching her chest from being startled. They all had gone to the food court and were now just walking around the mall and into random stores. 
“There's a Build-A-Bear Workshop here!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at it like a child. Peter couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked freaking out over a child’s store. 
“Let's go in,” Peter said to the two of them. Y/N looked at him wide-eyed with a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes looked like they twinkled with excitement. She shoved her drink into MJ’s hand, fixed her glasses, then grabbed Peter’s hand while running into the store. 
“Oooohh, I should get an H.P-themed bear!” Before Peter could even answer, Y/N dragged him to one of the workers, asking if she could get a custom bear. They went over to the station and started to build. 
As Y/N was finishing up the bear, she turned to Peter, “Ok, I have a very serious question. What accessories should I get?” they were standing in the Harry Potter section, looking over all of the things they had to decorate the bear. Peter shrugged, but then, he had a great idea, “I-I think you should get the uh, the glasses. The ones like your dads…” he said in an unsure tone. Y/N looked at him with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself, she had no idea what came over her as she pulled Peter into a tight embrace. Peter hesitated before putting his arms around her waist- her arms draped over his neck. 
At that moment, Y/N inhaled Peters sent heavily. She felt so… safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could touch her. She never wanted to break away- MJ’s voice brought them back to reality.
“You guys done, I need to get new converse,” she said with a smirk plastered across her face. Y/N quickly pulled away from Peter, a million thoughts running through her mind, but only one seemed to overpower the rest. 
I would be in his arms forever if I could.
“Ma’am, would you like to add a voice to your bear?” the lady said to Y/N, causing her thoughts to disappear. 
“Actually,” Y/N paused looking at Peter and MJ, “yes, I would.” She grabbed the recorder from the worker’s hand and sent her a small smile. She looked at the curly-headed girl and the brown-eyed boy was on either side of her. She explained her plan, “Ok, I want all three of us to say ‘Mischief Managed’, ok?” 
“What does that mean?” Peter questioned, looking at the two girls. They both sent him a deadly stare. “Nevermind,” he mumbled. 
“Ok, on three, one… two… three…” 
“Mischief Managed!” the trio yelled, causing some customers in the store to turn their heads and stare at them. They all mumbled small sorry’s as they laughed. 
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“Ok, Peter what's one thing you hate?” MJ asked, turning to face him. They were all sitting in the car at a drive-in movie. Peter was now in the front seat while MJ was in the back. They all decided to just talk because the movie was pretty boring to them. 
“Uhh, I can't stand sleeping with socks on.”
“I don't think anyone can Parker,” Y/N said, laughing slightly. 
“Well what about you then?” he asked her, turning his full attention as he anticipated her answer. 
“Easy, liars. Ugh, I hate liars! What’s the point? It’s not like I’m gonna judge you,” Y/N answered confidently. “See, that’s what I like about you, Parker. You are very honest,” she said with a genuine smile. Peter just loved her smile, the way it lit up her whole face.
“Welp imma go get some pizza from the stand back there,” MJ said as she got out of the car. Y/N and Peter sat there in silence for a moment- comfortable silence. 
Y/N was the first to break the silence, as usual, “Hey, Pete. I just wanna thank you for the whole glasses thing last Friday. It really helped me realize that I should’ve worn the glasses the moment he gave them to me. It’s like I have a part of him with me now... And I love Harry Potter, obviously. Ya know, I took a quiz and found out what house I’m in! Can you believe that I’m in-“
“You’re welcome, Y/N” Peter interrupted her rambling, sending her a small smile. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, admiring one another. Peter got this warm feeling inside and had that same surge of energy he had when he first met her. Before even processing what he was about to do, he grabbed her hand without breaking eye contact. He fiddled with the ring she had on her thumb. 
Y/N breath became shallow as her heart pounded at her chest. 
“I’m in Slytherin,” she said randomly, looking down at how Peter’s hands played with hers. He let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met once again. 
Y/N gathered all of her courage and quickly reached out her hand to grab Peter’s cheek, pulling him into her. Their lips were centimeters apart. She ran her thumb along Peter’s bottom lip, slightly parting it as she leaned in closer, catching his lips with hers. Their lips interlocked and it felt like heaven to the both of them. 
They pulled apart from the soft kiss and slowly opened their eyes, starting again into each other's eyes searching for the words that weren’t said. Peter couldn’t contain himself anymore. His large hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips into hers in a lust-filled kiss. Just like the one he had imagined. 
This was the moment he had dreamt of and it was finally happening. 
He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She gave it to him without hesitation. His tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while her tongue ran into his. 
Peter snaked his hands to her waist, lifting her from her seated position in the driver's seat. She complied and started to adjust to where she was sitting in his lap. His hands ran from her waist to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze.
Y/N let out a soft moan into Peter’s mouth. She slowly started to trail kisses down his neck as he massaged her thighs and ass. 
Y/N hands got tangled in Peter’s brown curls. She began to suck on Peter’s neck, wanting to leave a mark. Peter let out a low groan at the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue on his skin. 
He lifted her head and connected their lips together once again. His veiny hand slipped between their body making its way down to her core. 
Peter never did stuff like this, and neither did Y/N. all of this was new to them but their connection was so strong that they were willing to push the limits.
As Peter’s hand reached Y/N core, he placed two fingers right on top of where her clothed clit was. He began to draw circles against it. Y/N started to rock her hips over his fingers, yearning for more friction. She started to let out moans uncontrollably, whimpering at the euphoric feeling of his fingers pressed against her dripping core. 
“Peter,” Y/N breathed out trying to catch her breath. Peter hummed in response while moving his lips down to kiss her neck. 
Suddenly, Peter snapped out of the trance that he seemed to be in. This moment was the best moment of his life, but his damned mind couldn’t help re-play Y/N’s words on a lope: I hate liars. Why? Before they went to the movies and were still at the mall, Y/N had asked Peter about his Stark’s internship. And, of course, he couldn’t tell her the truth. So he just lied. Y/N looked so intrigued in the conversation but Peter couldn’t bear lying to her over and over again. He felt so guilty...
“Y/N,” Peter let out. “Y/N, we can’t do this.”
Y/N head snapped up, her glasses left crooked on her face. She looked stunned by his words. Her shoulders slumped as she started asking questions.
“What? Why? Am I not a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person before but I don’t even really wanna count that. Does my breath smell bad? Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea- wait no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just knew you didn’t like me how I liked you… I’m so stupid.”
After Y/N was finished rambling, she put her face in her hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate-eyed boy. 
Peter was speechless. He didn’t know what to say, because what he wanted to say was: no Y/N that’s not it at all. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, I- I lied to you… 
No. he couldn’t say that it would absolutely crush her and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Peter put his hands on her waist, making Y/N jerk her body in shock. She let a small smile spread across her face, thinking Peter was going to hug her or make a cute gesture or even continue what they had started. He lifted Y/N and slid her back to the driver’s side.
Her smile dropped from her face and she pushed herself the rest of the way to the driver’s side. Peter sat there awkwardly, praying she wouldn’t say anything. It killed him to see the gloomy look on her face as she fixed her glasses. 
“I’m back with pizza!” MJ announced as she made her way into the backseat. “Woah, hey, cuz what’s wrong?”
“We’re going home,” Y/N replied with a cold tone of voice. This shocked Peter and MJ. Y/N was usually so smiley, even after her dad passed. She always tried to find the light in every situation. But something was different with this. One thing Peter knew for sure,
I fucked up…
[A/N] HEY GUYSSSS SO I HOPE YOU LIKED PART TWO. SORRY, IT WAS UP A BIT LATE, IVE BEEN HAVING INTERNET PROBLEMS. ANYWAY, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES (IM GONNA GO BACK AND FIX THOSE) 
-J.T.S XXX
@love-granger​
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request: Hi im crying right now because of my period im just really emotional but your writing literally brightens my mood alot i was wondering if i could request a hcs for bakugo/todoroki/kirishima when they try make you feel better by rubbing your stomach but its not working and your moods are really aggressive so you dont really want to talk to anyone but have your hot pack and try to sleep or not you dont have to.Others that i read just say he rubbed your stomach until you slept but that doesnt help
a/n: okie, here’s my (rather horrible) attempt at period comfort fluff. a longer answer is provided in the actual ask <3
bakugou
-he really doesn’t know what to do
-just tries to ward off whenever he is 6 feet within your radius because he doesn’t want to irritate you
-cuz you already have your own set of irritations you need to deal with
-he doesn’t wanna add more to it
-will do his fair share of research on the net
-but doesn’t really believe it since the internet is the wild wild west with zero filter
-eventually gathers his courage and asks mina for advice
-will even observe his mom if he needs to
-will whack that coffee off your hand and screams
-”dRINK WATER NOT THIS DEHYDRATING SHIT”
-monitors yours condition and forces you to drink water
-will try to have painkillers on him at all times, for emergency usage
-drags you out of bed for some exercise to help alleviate the pain
-lets you be moody around him and just occasionally clicks his tongue
-but will silently put up with it since he really does love you
-distraction is a great way to reduce pains
-will pointlessly scream at other extras so that you redirect your attention to his relentless shouting and not your pain
-for extreme cases
-kisses your lips out of nowhere 
-and just holds you in his embrace
-will restock your sanitary supplies without you even asking for it
-it’s just one of the sweet but discreet things he does to show you that he truly does love you and takes care of you
todoroki
-really stressed out by your pains
-probably more than you are
-he just freezes, feels super helpless
-thankfully the trusty women of his family have got his back
-and they impart all the knowledge they have collected over time to him
-he sure does make notes and everything
-will research what temperatures are beneficial for you
-and refuses to move his left hand from your abdomen even if it falls asleep
-please touch it and he’ll just give you the most strained and the cutest expression in his entire life
-will work with you on patrol
-has a bunch of painkillers with him in his hero costume 
-so depending on the severity, he’ll administer the apt one
-tries to avoid it as much as you can 
-but sometimes he can’t see your pained expression 
-and he feels the need to relieve you from the pain
-will cuddle you if you want
-will put up with your antics
-doesn’t flinch an inch when your raging hormones unleash hell on the poor boi
-will bring all the toasty blankets and the warm milk since he read that warm milk helps induce sleep
-hauls a hoard of movies and let’s you watch toy story 4 for thr 32nd time with him
-if it’s gonna help you feel better, he’s gonna do anything he can
-if you ask for kisses
-watch him drop everything he is doing at the moment to race his way to your dorm room and kiss the hell out of you
-since your serotonin>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>than anything else in the world
kirishima 
-will do everything he can
-since a real man will do anything to relieve the pain of his lady
-will set up really warm baths in the evening, when you come back from training
-gives you his favorite bath bombs, essential oils, face masks to deal with hormonal breakout and tiredness
-the whole bath experience since he learns that heat helps relax pains
-gives the nicest lower back massages 
-kinda feels embarrassed when he walks into the ladies section of the pharmacy
-and all the cashiers are chuckling at his confusion
-eventually asks your preferred brand, snacks and what not
-becomes a pro at it
-all other girlfriends are just jealous of him
-where can they get such a sweetheart of a bf who fearlessly buys sanitary products
-they can’t lolol
-hourly pops in with a glass of water for you to drink since he wants to prevent dehydration
-tries to control your diet
-but gives into your babie face and treats you to whatever you want
-cuddles you up real nice
-gets real hurt when you unleash you anger
-and mops around for a while
-is just really down
-but clears his head once he sees you struggling with your pains
-and realizes his feelings of painfulness are nothing compared to yours
-offers kisses which last for eons, which make you forget about your pain
-and when you ask him to do it again since you forgot about your pain
-he just breaks into a wide smile, excited to do it all over again
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marvelsimp · 3 years
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The New Kid: Friend or Foe
The New Kid Masterlist
Ch. 5
Genre: Fluff? Pairing: Peter & Lesbian!reader, Avengers & Reader, (eventual Wanda x Reader it’s a slow burn) Warnings: violence(training), blood, stabbed, strong language Description: Y/n is getting used to living in the tower and makes an unlikely friend Reader’s Powers: Healer, telepath, and empath. Word Count: 2278
“You can’t pull your punches, Y/n/n.  In a real fight, you’re gonna have to fight for your life.”
“You know my whole power set is pacifist.”
“That’s why I have to train you,” said the slightly annoyed red-haired woman. “Now get your head in the game and let’s go again.”
You scoffed; you were frustrated that you had to do this.  That you had to learn how to hurt people.  You took a moment to stretch and you both went back into your fighting stances to start again.
You went to punch her face, but she dodged, she then raised her leg and tried to kick but you caught her foot.  She quickly got her foot free before you could do anything with it.  This went on for a while, you both got some good punches and kicks.  You did land on your ass a few times, but you got up each time and went back to it.
“Time out”
Thank god.
Steve walked in. Oh god no. You knew what was coming, you were gonna have to fight Steve.  You very dramatically fell on the floor and spread out. “Come on, Nat. This is creeping up on child abuse,” you laugh.
You earned a chuckle out of both of them.  Steve stood above you and offered you his hand to which you accepted. Nat went onto showing you some simple moves to help you fight someone bigger than you after about an hour you finally got to go and get a shower and really start your day.
The last week and a half passed by quickly.  Peter stayed at the tower for the first few nights but went back home once school started.  But he would come after patrol and he still video called during homework, like usual.  
Most of your time was spent in one of the labs.  You have been helping Tony with one of his suits as a way for him to familiarize you with the machines and programs.  Bruce did less hands-on work he worked on calculations for his own projects and did some work for SHEILD.  You went down to the Med Lab a few times to give Dr. Cho some blood samples or some information about your powers.  She took a small sample of skin, fat, and muscle from your thigh, but it healed within a minute like nothing ever happened.  
You also spent some time in the gym, which you hated but the others made it a little more fun.  You were really only doing it to get ready for training with Nat.  When you first went in you had no clue what you were doing.  Sam, Bucky, and Steve were doing some training exercise when you entered but Sam quickly saw your very clueless face and walked over to help.
“Hey, kid.”
“Hi.”
“I’m assuming you have no clue what you’re doing?  You look as clueless as I would if I went up to the Tech Lab.”
“That obvious?”
He let out a chuckle.  Sam gave you some stretches to warm up and then showed you how to use some of the machines.  He gave you advice on how long to use each machine and told you that if you needed anything just yell.  The rest of your time in the gym you watched the three men do whatever they were doing.  Sam and Bucky’s bickering was very entertaining and so was Steve yelling at them to focus. You were there for around an hour every day until Nat started to train you.  You very quickly learned that you grew muscle faster than the average person and you weren’t sore for very long.  
When you weren’t in the lab or the gym you were probably in your room playing a game or you were talking to Wanda while she was making a meal. “So, are you the assigned cook?” you joked.  You’d only ever seen Wanda prepare meals since you got here.
Wanda just shook her head, “Not really.  I just enjoy it, so I usually am the one to cook.  But Bruce sometimes cooks and so do Steve and Bucky. When I first joined I helped Steve add a bit of flavor to his meals.  Thank god I didn’t live in the 40s.” She laughed a little, you love her laugh and smile, they seem to make the room a little brighter.
You weren’t a cook yourself so you didn’t help too much, but you would talk to her and get her something if she needed it but usually, she’d just use her powers.  
That’s really the only time that you see Wanda, most of her day is spent training.  She’s Strange’s apprentice.  You still haven’t met him, for someone who can make portals you’d think he’d pop in at some point.  You asked Wanda about seeing him, but she told you that you need to be invited or it needs to be something important.  She warned against pissing him off because it takes a while to get back on his good side.  But she told you she’d mention it to him.
You got into a rhythm of training, breakfast, tech lab, lunch, med lab, tech lab, supper, and Video games, the library, or more time in the tech lab.  It was rarely thrown off.  Every few days someone would go out for a mission or return from one.  Nat only missed two training sessions, so Bucky stood in.  You enjoyed training with Nat, but Bucky made sure to put some fun into it.   At first, he seemed so cold but after some warming up, he really was just a big Teddy Bear.  He can still be an ass though.
Your days stayed on this loop for another week until Thor returned with Loki.  No one fully trusted Loki so Stark ended up putting a tracker on him that Wanda enchanted so that Loki couldn’t remove or deactivate it… he was not impressed.  Well, he was, just not pleased.
“You must be Lady Y/n,” Loki smirked.
Thor whacked the back of Loki’s head. “Be good,” he whispered.
Loki just let out a mischievous laugh, “Don’t worry brother.”  Loki turned back to you, “So you’re the one who discovered me? I wouldn’t expect a mere mortal would be able to find me out... not even THE Scarlet Witch did.”
“You’re impressed?” you scoffed. “Or maybe a little jealous.” You knew that he’s the god of mischief and you aren’t gonna deal with any of his shit, you’ve got enough going on.
“No,” he defended, “Just interested.”
“I’m a telepath and empath,” you explained, “and a healer.”
“Oh! So, you cheated!”
“What do you mean cheat? Your thoughts were so loud you were giving me a headache!”
“I will get my revenge.”
He’s going to so annoying, isn’t he?
Loki was surprisingly quiet over the next week until you went to the tower’s library.  
The library itself is a whole floor, it has a copy of every book you could think of.  It even has a librarian who is almost constantly putting up new releases.  It’s a bookworm’s dream.  
You wanted to find a physics book or two and you weren’t against finding a new queer fantasy book.  You returned your books and asked Mx. Anderson where you could find what you were looking for and they quickly gave you directions and suggestions.
You found and picked out a few physics books and then made your way to the young adult section. The queer books have a rainbow sticker on the spine.  You picked out a few then headed to leave, you walked into the “classics” section and there was Loki on a couch reading with a pile of books next to him.
“Hey,” you smiled.
“Hello,” said the Asgardian who didn’t even look up from his book.
You bent down a little to sew the cover of the surprisingly thin book. “Oh, you’re reading Shakespeare!” He was reading Hamlet.  “My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. Have you read it yet?” He finally looked up from his book.  “No,” he seemed a little confused, “But I did read a few others of his work and I think that is in my stack.” He turned to find it. “It has such odd language compared to the rest of you.”
“They were written like four hundred years ago,” you explained, sitting next to him.
“Ah, language does change quite quickly.”
You nodded in agreement.
“What are you reading?” he said pointing at your stack of books.
“Oh, uh um. These big books are physics books, and these smaller ones are fantasy romance.”
“Hmm, you don’t seem to be one who reads romance.”
“Well, I’m really more into it for the fantasy elements but I do enjoy a good romance.”
He gave you a smirk,” Besides Romeo and Juliet and any of Shakespeare’s works. Do you have any recommendations for me?”
You went on to recommend some classics and some more recent books.  He listened to every word and asked a few questions.  You didn’t stay long; you were tired and just wanted to dive into one of your books.  You would usually be in the lab at this time, but it was nice to have a few hours to yourself before dinner.  
“Knock, knock,” said a voice at your door.
“Hm?” you looked up. “Peter!” you set down your book and ran to him for a hug.  It had been a while since Peter had come to the tower.  He hadn’t even been introduced to Loki, formally that is.  ‘How’s my favorite bug!”
Peter let out a laugh, “Good! You’re acting like we don’t talk every day.”
“Video calls and in-person are completely different things! Anyways what are you doing here?”
“It’s Thursday aka movie night.”
“Oh, yeah!”
You and Peter walked out of your room and went to the common space to eat dinner.
“Lady Y/n,” said a booming voice.
“Yes, Thor!”
“Would you and the Man of Spiders like to sit next to me and my brother?”
“Yes, we’d love that,” you laughed.
“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never had ice cream!” you practically yelled at Loki.
Everyone was surprised with how comfortable you and the trickster were with each other, especially Peter.  
“What’s with you and him?” Peter whispered.
“We bonded over books,” you whispered back. “Your girlfriend would like him.”
Peter smiled, he’s pleased that you’re getting along with everyone and most of all that you’re happy.  
The rest of the night was nice, it was just like the last two movie nights.  Dinner, talking, movie, and then Peter had to leave to finish his homework or go on patrol.  
The next week was just like you had gotten there but Loki had decided that it was a perfect time to really embrace his title.  He started to pull little pranks, nothing too bad or really anything that went beyond a little annoyance.  Or at least he didn’t until today.  
It was Saturday so you slept in because you thankfully did not have to go to training.  You were about to leave when you noticed a box on your desk.  It was about the size of a backpack.  So, you decided to open it and when you looked inside there was a black cat with emerald eyes.  Who got you a cat? You like cats and like…thanks?  But still, who would get you a cat out of nowhere? You picked up the cat and as soon as you did it started to transform, and you felt a sharp pain in your side.  The cat continued to transform into of course… Loki.  The raven hair man quickly sprinted out of your room to the common area.
You looked down and there was a fucking kitchen knife in your side.
“You bitch! I like this shirt!” you yelled while running out of your room.
When you entered the common room, Loki was nowhere to be seen.  But Nat, Bucky, and Steve were there.  “Where did he go?”
“Who?” Nat turned around and saw the knife in your side.  Her eyes widened, then she looked fucking pissed.  “What the fuck! Are you okay?”  The men's emotions followed the same track.
“Oh yeah,” you said nonchalantly.  You pulled the bloody knife out of your side.  Some blood soaked into your shirt’s fabric, but you weren’t worried.  But you do like this shirt… that bitch is gonna pay.
“Do you want me to kill him?” said the brunette man bluntly.
“Don’t worry, I got this.” You rushed into the elevator and told Friday to take you to Loki.
The elevator lowered to the Library. Of course.
“Sorry, Mx. Anderson!” you yelled while running by their desk. “There will be yelling and possibly blood shed!”  You already know where he is.  He’s in the classics.  
There he was sitting on the couch, nonchalantly reading the Iliad.
“You’re a fucking bitch you know?  I really like this shirt!” you waved the knife in your hand around.
“Oh please.  You’re a healer, you’ll be fine.”
You crossed your arms, “LOKI. My fucking shirt.”
He raised his arms in defense. “It just a blood and a slight rip.”
You walked up to Loki and took off your shirt, thankfully you were wearing an undershirt that you didn’t care about.  You handed the shirt to him.  “Fix it then.”
He accepted the shirt and scoffed. “Fine.” He waved his hand over the shirt and it was now good as new.
“See, that was easy.” You grabbed the shirt and started to walk away.  “And don’t stab me again! I think two assassins would very happily kill you!”
NEXT CHAPTER 
Ice Cream or Blood
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pftones3482 · 2 years
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Listen bestie I saw your post of just posting WIPS and not finishing them and I'm gonna need you to hand the Steve Harrington Spiderman AU over right now regardless if it has an ending or not
Please bestie I crave ❤
Posting WIPs goes against every fiber of my being, but I can at least concede to posting the part of the piece that I enjoy the most. Because it's not done, I'm not gonna post on AO3, but it IS pretty long, even after cutting some of the stuff before and after these sections, so it's under a "Read More" for length.
Basically all you need to know going into this is that it's set post season 3, Robin already knows, and I based it on the fact that the original Spiderman appeared in 1962 (comic wise), so putting him in the 80s wasn't an issue lol (also this is the version of Spiderman where his web powers are part of his body, not manufactured, cause I like that version more). And also I took some images from the trailers and the end of last season to base the demi-dogs on.
And now I'm gonna stop rambling with nerves and just drop this here lol. This is the dumbest thing I feel like I've ever written, but it has a soft spot in my heart (please know that this has been in my drafts for over two years and I just add to it/edit it whenever the feeling strikes). Hope it lives up to your expectations lmao
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“Don’t you touch him,” Steve growled, stepping in front of Dustin, bat at the ready.
The demidogs – where the FUCK had they come from? – snarled, haunches lifted in the air and multiple mouth flaps whipping with spittle. They looked wrong – less like a canine, more like a human. They had fully developed fingers, shoulders, and weird abs that hadn't been there before. Their hips were prominent, and Steve tightened his grip on the bat. “Dustin. Run. Radio the others.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
Steve clenched his jaw. “Dustin-”
“If you die, I die.”
The dog on the left lunged for Dustin and Steve didn’t think. He dropped the bat and threw his hand out, web circling the dog-beast-human-thing and sending it crashing to the forest floor with a yip. The other two charged and Steve took them down just as fast, taking an extra second to bind them all to the trees before slowly turning to Dustin.
The boy was staring at him, wide eyed, his walkie on the ground where he’d dropped it. Steve lifted his hands slowly, heart hammering. “Dude, I…I should have….”
“You have powers,” Dustin whispered.
Steve licked his lips. “Yeah.”
His chin quivered. “You’re…you lied to me.”
Steve felt his heart drop. His lips parted. “Dustin-” he tried.
Dustin pointed at him, eyes flickering quickly to the still struggling demidogs. “Don’t,” he managed. “I’m pissed at you. We need to take care of these shits. But I’m pissed.”
Steve lowered his hands as Dustin scooped up his walkie and stormed away before turning back to the dogs and picking up his bat. It felt wrong, killing them while they were tied up. But one thought of how they’d been about to turn Dustin into a midnight snack was enough for Steve to lift the nail-speckled wood over his shoulder and swing.
He left the bat leaning against a tree, looked back over his shoulder, and took off for home.
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Steve wasn’t sure why he decided to patrol the next night. He’d waited all day for Dustin to confront him at work, but nothing had happened. No loser teenagers, no goofing off, and Steve had never felt more miserable. Robin had picked up on it, and he’d explained in hushed tones what had happened. She hadn’t been able to do more than squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, and now Steve was standing on City Hall like nothing had changed.
Like he hadn’t lost one of the best kids in the universe.
He couldn’t say it was all his fault – Dustin of all people should understand the importance of secrets. But they hadn’t ever kept secrets from one another, not as long as they’d known each other. So Steve could understand why he felt so upset. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though.
“Steve? Steve come in, goddammit. Steve!”
Steve fumbled for his walkie, on his hip out of habit, and slung it up to his mouth. “Henderson?”
“It’s Mike. The demidogs – Dustin said you guys got rid of some of them.”
Steve frowned, twisting to look at the woods. “Yeah, last night, we – what do you mean, some of them?” he asked sharply.
Mike’s voice was strangled. “There’s more.”
“Where are you?”
“Hops old place, the shed behind it. We’ve been using it as an in between for-”
“Don’t care,” Steve said, zapping the walkie to his shoulder and swinging in the direction of the old cabin. “How many?”
“Seven? Maybe eight?” Mike’s voice was breaking now, and it made Steve panic. He’d never heard the kid freak out like this outside of where El’s safety was concerned. “B-But Dustin and Max are stuck up a tree, they’re surrounded. Lucas and I don’t have anything.”
Steve didn’t bother to question it. He knew the kids, knew they had probably been goofing around, knew that they wouldn’t do something like that without it being a last resort. “I’ll be there in three minutes,” he estimated. “Call Nancy, call Robin, get a ride from somewhere.”
A pause. “But I thought you-?”
“Mike. Do it.”
He paused for long enough to shut the walkie off and sling it back on his hip before swinging into the woods. The forest surrounding Hawkins was old, which meant the trees were tall, which meant Steve could swing through with ease, tracing a path in his mind to Hoppers old place.
He landed silently on the lowest branch of a tree when he was over the cabin, eyeing the surrounding trees. He could hear the growling, could hear Mike and Lucas’ hushed whispers from inside the storage shed, the only building still standing after the destruction of Hopper’s house.
Steve’s eyesight was way better in the dark, and it didn’t take him long to spot Max’s bright red hair up a tree about thirty feet away. Dustin was on the branch opposite her, each of them a good twenty feet in the air, but the demidogs weren’t backing down. Growling, snapping, trying to climb one another to get to them. Steve could see them holding hands in sheer terror, and he snapped.
Those were his kids, goddammit.
He set the walkie in the tree so it didn’t get damaged, made sure his mask was snug, and dropped onto the shed roof with little more than a thump. Mike and Lucas immediately shut up under him and he tapped twice, very distinctly, hoping they’d understand that it wasn’t a monster on the roof.
Steve crept forward, peering over the edge of the shed. There was one demidog pacing outside of it, growling and occasionally headbutting the door, but the boys must have bolted it from the inside. Smart. He lifted his head, judging the distance between the shed, the remainder of the house, and the tree Max and Dustin were in.
He jumped.
The web stuck to the frame of the destroyed house and Steve swung silently through the air, letting go of the strand and leaping to a taller tree before whipping around and landing on the branch next to Max.
He clapped a hand over her mouth before she could scream. “Don’t,” he whispered, looking down at the demidogs. “How many?”
She swallowed and looked over at Dustin in shock, who was glaring at Steve like he was hoping to burn a hole through his mask. “Just those,” she said finally. “And the one waiting for Lucas and Mike – our friends in the shed.”
Steve nodded. “Okay. Stay here.”
He looked down again, steeled himself, and plummeted.
Dustin’s shout of protest registered vaguely in his head as he landed solidly on one of the demidogs, cracking it’s spine with his heels. It whimpered and died under him and Steve allowed himself to smirk.
“Six to one assholes. Let’s go,” he challenged, looking up at the rest of them.
The biggest one leapt, and the next thirty seconds were a blur.
Steve clamped mouths, swung around trees, wound legs together, snapped necks. He was focused mainly on the two kids in the tree, on keeping them safe. He put the last dog out of it’s misery and stood, panting. His suit was a little torn from so many claws, but as far as he could tell, he was okay.
He’d forgotten the one guarding Lucas and Mike.
It landed on his back with a shriek, claws digging into his back and teeth snapping at his neck. It was only thanks to his supernaturally heightened senses that Steve flipped over before it could sink it’s jaws into his skin, webbing slapping it’s mouth together. The demidog snarled, backing up, giving Steve time to stumble to his feet. Blood was streaming down his back and he gasped, flinging a hand to his shoulder.
The dog scratched the webbing off, looked up at him. If it had eyes, they would have been full of malice. It bent low and charged.
Steve readied himself, but at the last second, the dog jumped. It’s hand/paws/claws/things scratched at Steve’s head, shoving him to the ground, and as he hit the spongey dirt, Steve realized with mounting horror that the dog had used him as a springboard.
“NO!”
He flipped onto his back, ignoring the stinging, and shot a web at the tree. The dog was on the branch under Max, who was now shrieking and trying to kick it in the head. She didn’t have a weapon. Steve yanked himself up and slung himself into the tree, back screaming in pain.
Max was closest. She was his main focus. He wrapped a tight arm around her hip. “Hang on,” he wheezed. His back was throbbing. She clung to his neck and he leapt over the demidog, slinging to the next tree with a grunt and setting Max carefully on her feet.
A scream.
Dustin.
Steve twisted on the branch in time to see Dustin scramble back on his own part of the tree, the demidog creeping closer to him. “Dustin!” he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Dustin looked up, eyes wide in fear, and Steve’s heart thudded in his throat. “Jump.”
The hesitation was barely there. In one move, Dustin rolled off the branch and fell to the ground. Steve was on the move before Dustin had even thought about falling, throwing himself into the air.
With his right hand, he shot the demidog, gluing it to the tree trunk in a snapping, snarling rage. With his left arm, he caught Dustin around the middle, pushing him to his chest as hard as he could and shooting one last, furious stream of web at the first branch he could see.
The landing wasn’t pretty, both boys stumbling and collapsing to their knees, but then Dustin was clinging to Steve, sobbing, and Steve could do nothing more than hug back and let out his own sob of relief. He ripped the mask off, panting, and pressed his hand to the back of Dustin’s head. “You’re okay?” he gasped.
He pushed back, eyes flickering over every available inch of Dustin’s face, searching for marks. “I’m okay. I’m…I’m sorry, Steve, I’m-”
Steve shook his head and hugged him again, sinking back on his heels and letting himself breathe for the first time in ten minutes. “It’s okay, Henderson. It’s okay.”
“Steve?”
Max’s voice was quiet, somewhat awed, very concerned, and Steve turned quickly, standing. He only remembered his injuries when he stumbled, his shoulders and back screeching in agony. “You’re okay?” he confirmed with the girl, shooting a glance to make sure the demidog was still stuck, writhing, in the tree. Shot it again with another burst of web for good measure.
“I’m fine,” Max confirmed, her eyes dropping to his midsection. They widened. “You’re bleeding. Bad.”
Steve huffed. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”
He clapped a hand on Dustin’s shoulder, felt his knees buckle, and the world went black.
~~
When Steve couldn’t let go of his coffee mug, he thought maybe this was a dumb prank from one of the party members, screwing with him and leaving superglue on everything. When his other hand stuck to the countertop, the one he had just been using with ease, that thought faltered a little. And when his feet carried him straight up the wall in his attempt to unstick the mug, Steve fully dropped the idea of the party having anything to do with this and let out a very unmanly scream.
The mug shattered when it hit the ground, leaving Steve at an awkward angle on the wall. Gravity was pulling down on his body, but his feet were planted firmly to the plaster. He squatted to relieve the tension, eyed the wall with mounting terror.
He’d seen news reports, recently. About a vigilante/superhero all the way in New York who was spider based. They could stick to walls. They also kept quiet, were more of a speculation than an actual person, so him even being real was more a theory than fact.
But here Steve was, sticking to the wall.
“What the fuck?” he hissed at himself.
He yanked back on his right foot and yelped when it wrenched off the wall, sending him tumbling to the floor with his left foot still planted. Steve groaned and propped himself up on his elbows, tugging his left foot back with all that he had. It came loose after a moment, jarring him, and then he stood very slowly, careful to touch nothing but the floor.
What the fuck?
He looked down at his fingers, wondering if they were equally as sticky, and paused, lifting his wrists closer to his face. There was a small lump of skin on each wrist that hadn’t been there. If he hadn’t been looking too closely, he might have thought they were a mole, or maybe a zit. As he peered closer, he could see the small hole in each one.
“Nope, no, no, no,” Steve said out loud, jerking his hands down. “No. No way in hell.”
Still, he couldn’t say he wasn’t curious. Because he totally was. He looked back at his wrist, at the wall. Upstairs. His parents weren’t home, never were.
He lifted his left hand slowly and settled his finger over the lump on his right wrist. Pressed down.
A shot of spider web zipped out from it and Steve promptly shrieked, letting go of his hand and shaking his arm around to get rid of the sticky material. Lightheaded, Steve stumbled away from whatever the FUCK that was and into the living room, where he collapsed onto the couch. For a long couple of minutes, he stared blankly at the dark TV screen.
“Spiderman,” he recalled, slowly.
That was the name of the guy in New York. And if Steve, all the way in Indiana, knew about him, that meant there had to be SOME kind of information on him, on how he had become that way. Maybe on how Steve had…
His mind flashed back to the Russians, to the things they had injected him with. Maybe. But why would that affect him and not Robin? Unless it had. Or maybe it wasn’t the Russians at all. Maybe Steve was going crazy.
Oh, he was definitely going crazy, that was for fucking sure.
~~
When he walked into the library for the first time in maybe two years, the librarian looked at him like he had four heads. Maybe he did. A quick check. Nope. “Do you have a section for uh…national newspapers? Or…or state specific ones?”
Her brows furrowed but she pointed him towards a back corner, walking with him until he got to the machine that stored the papers. She walked him through how to use it, still looking baffled, and left him to it.
It took almost four hours, and he barely managed to find more than two articles.
One contained a blurry photograph. Another a slightly better one. One real article, with an even better photo, a closeup of the guy, of his symbol, of his mask. The only thing all the articles had in common? The name of the photographer, Peter Parker.
Steve jotted the information down and went back through the papers a little more thoroughly now, until he found the contact information needed. It would be a collect call, long distance, but he put away the papers and made his way to the payphone in the front hallway, jingling a couple quarters together and dropping one into the phone, looking from the keypad to the paper and back.
It rang three times, four, before a frazzled sounding voice picked up. “Peter Parker, Daily Bugle.”
Steve suddenly found that he was at a loss for words. The guy sounded young, maybe his age. What were the odds that he even knew Spiderman? Slim to none, probably.
“Hello?”
Steve shut his eyes. “Sorry, sorry. Um. You’re the guy who got pictures of uh…of Spiderman, right?”
A pause. “Yeah,” said the guy, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Though most people don’t really refer to him by that name. How can I help?”
“Do you have a way to contact him?” Steve blurted. He felt like his heart was racing. Was that normal? He was super fucking sweaty. What the fuck?
“Not really? He doesn’t really pose for the photos, I kinda just shoot them as I can. Is there anything I can help you with maybe? If you’re in trouble, you should really call the NYPD.”
Steve forced a laugh at that, thumping his forehead against the wall next to the phone. He slid another quarter in as the warning tone beeped. “Considering I’m in Indiana, that’s probably a no go.”
More silence. “Why are you calling from Indiana?”
Steve pressed his lips together. God, his throat was dry. “I just…wanted to know how it happened,” he whispered, suddenly vividly aware of the fact that he was in a public space. “I…how he became Spiderman. If…”
He trailed off and turned around, leaning his back against the cold tile wall and pressing a hand to his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bothering you. Thank you for your help, Mr. Parker, I really-”
“Hold on.”
Steve hesitated. In the background, he heard what sounded like a door shutting, and then the sound of clattering. A lull of silence, where Steve thought maybe he’d gotten disconnected, and the Parker spoke again. “This wouldn’t happen to be Hawkins, Indiana, would it? Where all that weird…chemical and science stuff was happening last month?”
Steve snorted. He shouldn’t be surprised that a journalist of some kind had heard of their town. “Yup, that’s the one.”
“Were you exposed to the chemicals?”
Steve dragged his hand down his face, blowing a raspberry. “Kinda? Not really? Maybe? I don’t know.”
“Are you…” another pause, again. “Are you experiencing side effects?”
Steve left his hand on his chin, wondering in the back of his mind if it would get stuck there. “Depends. Are you going to screw my life over if I say I am?”
“No,” the man said immediately. “No, no way.”
He said it with such certainty that Steve relaxed and let his hand drop to his side. “Yeah,” he whispered, and his voice cracked embarrassingly. “Yeah, I…I don’t know what happened. But I…I need to talk to him.”
There was such a long pause this time that Steve had to double check the call hadn’t dropped. “What do you need from me?” Parker asked, his tone low and warning.
Steve was about to protest, about to ask again for the vigilante, when Parker’s meaning clicked in his head. He couldn’t help but snort and sink down the wall, the cord of the payphone tugging uncomfortably at his arm. “Fuck,” he managed. “Okay. Um. What…what do I do?”
Parker huffed into the phone. “Whatever you can. Practice. Figure it out. Make sure no one knows, because-”
“Yup, yup,” Steve said, shutting his eyes and thumping his head back on the wall. “Yup, don’t worry, I’ve dealt with enough shitty labs in my life.”
A confused silence. “Am I allowed to ask?”
“It’s a long fucking story and I only have one more quarter,” Steve said, running a hand over his forehead. “I…okay. What if I…what if I decide to…to do what yo-what he does?”
“Really?” and Parker sounded surprised.
Steve’s lips twitched of their own volition. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve pretty much been doing it anyway, without the…side effects. So I might as well put them to use, right?”
He thought he could almost hear Parker smiling. “Then I think…I’d be happy to have you use my name. If you give me your address…I could send you some things that might help. Would you like my personal number? And I uh…I never got your name. But you have mine.”
Steve nodded, noting the worry in the reporters voice. “Steve Harrington,” he offered. “And if…if you’re comfortable with that…I’d really appreciate it, Mr. Parker.”
“Peter, please. And Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“It’ll be okay.”
Steve huffed, startled to find his eyes teary. He smiled. “Yeah. Somehow it always is.”
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hi! :) could i request smth for draco x ravenclaw!reader? they are friends & maybe they bump into each other at honedukes while she's buying her favourite sweets, which are also his, & it's the last box. draco has a crush on her so he let's her take them but she notices & later gives him some when they meet (as always) at the astronomy tower to stargaze. they both confess their feelings when she tells him that draco is her fav constellation (& person lol). pleeease with a fluffy end. thank u!!!
-Stargazing- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader
   Kody: Ohhhhh this is gonna be hella cute, prepare yourself guys. Let’s get writing.
   Warning: To much fluff and nervous Draco
   House: Ravenclaw
   Summary: ^
      ♡~🐍~♡
   Walking around Hogsmeade was always a great time. You never knew what you were gonna get when you came. Plus, it was nice to get some sweets once in awhile. “Hey Luna, want to go to Honeydukes with me?” you asked, turning your gaze to face the blond Ravenclaw. Luna lifts up her pink glasses and shakes her head.
   “I have to go see if the shop back there has any charms books for Nagles” she explains in her soft voice. You smile, giving her a friendly nod. “Okay, i’ll meet up with you later.” She gives you a thumbs up and you both went your separate ways. You couldn’t wait to get some sweets.
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   As you pushed open the door to Honeydukes you heard Ron Weasley being lectured by Hermione Granger on how he shouldn’t eat to much sugar. It made you laugh quietly as you passed them and made your way to the shelves. Gazing at all the options you frowned “Where was the sugar quills?” you asked yourself out loud. 
   You look through another section for your sugar quills, but saw nothing. Guess they sold out today. “Well that blows” You sigh and began to walk to the door. No sugar quills for you today. But then, merlin bleed you himself and you saw the pack of holy sugar quills at the counter. 
   A smile came to your face as you walk over to the counter quickly and reach for the quills, but your surprised when a pale hand grabs it as well, landing on yours. You look up to see whos hand this belonged to and was met with grey eyes staring back at you. Your face flushes as you see his face “Draco” you spoke softly, unable to control the smile forming on your face.
   Draco smiles back at you and lets go of the sugar quills, brushing his hand against yours, which makes both of your stomachs flip. “seems like both of us want sugar quills” he spoke, letting out a nervous laugh. You chuckle, nodding before holding them out for him “Here you can have them, i know you like the green apple one” 
   Draco shakes his head and pushes them back to you “No, it’s alright, you can have them. I was looking for something else anyway” He said, lying. He liked sugar quills as much as you did, but if letting you have them would bring that beautiful smile to your face. It was worth it.
   “Are you sure?” You asked, still a bit unsure. Draco gives you a reassuring smile “Yeah i’m sure” You smile and take a couple galleons and place them on the counter for the cashier. You turn to see Luna in the window waving at you. You face Draco and smile “I have to go, thank you so much Draco”
   Draco smiles and nods, before his mind clicked “Remember, astronomy tower tonight. Same time” he says and you nod quickly “I could never forget, bye Draco” you chuckle and ran out the door. He watched as you and Luna smiled making his heart race.
   “You are so whipped” A voice said from behind the blond Slytherin. Draco’s head snapped to see his mate Blaise. Draco flushed red in embarrassment. “Shove off” he scoffs and leaves his friend “Your upset cause i’m right!”
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   Students were getting ready for bed, while you were putting on slippers so you could sneak out and meet Draco. While getting ready you saw the pack of sugar quills laying on your desk. You had only eaten the strawberry one and still had a lot left. Smiling, you pick them up so you could share with Draco. 
   You slip out your dorm and slowly make your way to the common room, peeking from the doorway to check if anyone was there. All clear. You walk across the common room rather quickly and out the door. Now to get past any Professor who might be patrolling.
   Walking down the halls, you made sure to avoid each Professor with ease. You had practice after doing this a bunch of times already. Once you saw the entrance to the Astronomy tower you smiled brightly. You start to make your way up the long staircase.
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   Getting off the last step you smile as your greeted with the wonderful sight of Draco gazing at the stars while leaning on the railing. You walk towards him. Draco must of heard your footsteps because he turned around smiling at the sight of you. “Hey Malfoy” You tease, going over to lean on the railing as well.
   Draco let a quiet chuckle slip “Why hello L/n” he teases back. You smile as you look up at the stars. Stargazing had become a hobby you both liked to do, so every couple nights you met up to look at them together.  Your mind clicked when you remembered the sugar quills and handed him the green apple one.
   “Here” you say, the sweet makes him smile brightly as he took it from your hand “You know me so well” he chuckles and you smile, enjoying his smile. He rarely showed anyone any other emotion, but with you it was easy to let that all go and be himself.
   These meetings were fun and you really enjoyed it. It made you a bit nervous now considering you developed feelings for the Slytherin boy a couple months ago. Now whenever he looked at you felt like you were going to explode and blurt out your feelings right then and there. You were pretty sure he liked you too, because he acted the same way you did when around each other.
   Neither of you had the guts to say it though. So you were stuck in this friendship do to your fear of being rejected, but tonight was different. You were going to tell him, well kinda. Just wait and see. You look up and one constellation catches your eyes instantly. “Oh its my favorite constellation!” you say in a excited tone.
   Draco raises a brow “You never told me you had a favorite constellation?” he asked, finding it weird she only pointed it out now. You nod “Yep! It’s also named after my favorite person” you say a bit nervously. Draco felt his chest tighten “Favorite person?” he questioned and you nod slowly.
   “Whats it called?” he asked “I’m just curious” he adds after when really he meant was ‘Tell me who it is so i can find out who they are and scare them out of Hogwarts’ but he couldn’t say that clearly. You gulp and muster all the courage to say “Draco” you squint your eyes, waiting for laughter or him to call you weird.
   Draco is stunned, his mind not processing the words that came out your mouth. When it did a very giddy smile formed on his face. He turned to face you and saw the embarrassed expression on your face. “Y/n” he started, but you turned away completely “I’m so sorry, i thought it was a cute way of confessing. but now i feel stupid”
   He shakes his head and places his sugar quill on the ground before grabbing your shoulders “Y/n. Look at me okay?” he asked in a slightly pleading tone. You grumble in protest, but ended up doing it anyway. “That was very clever way of confessing to me, which makes sense. You’re a Ravenclaw after all so it makes sense” he starts and you laugh a little.
   “Anyway, i like you too” Draco cracks a smile, making your heart flutter. “Oh” you simply say. Both of you look away from each other for a second before Draco places a hand on your cheek and one on your lower back. Your stomach does flips as he looks from your eyes to your lips. He takes a second to admire your face before leaning in.
   What you were expecting was a kiss, but when your noses bumped into each others. You both pulled away laughing “That was not what i was trying to do” Draco chuckles and you laughed more “We are so bad at this” you say and he nods in agreement. Draco’s laughter died down “Try again?” he asks and you simply nod your head.
   Draco leans in again and this time both of you share a sweet kiss. The hand on your lower back pushes you into him until your flush against his chest. You smile into the kiss and slither your arms around his neck. After a minute or two you both pull away. You see Draco’s smirk and raise a brow “So you ate the strawberry sugar quill?” he said licking his lips.
   You flush red and push his chest “Draco! You ruined the moment”
   ♡~🐍~♡
   Kody: This was adorable lmao. Also my requests are open. Anyway, peace.
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We Dream in the Dark, for the Most Part
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Jason is in the middle of lathering his hair with shampoo when suddenly the lights go out, leaving him in darkness. An instinctive chill runs down his spine, only to be replaced with annoyance. Of course. Beyond the shower spray, he can hear Lian shriek in fear, followed by Roy muttering curses.
Jason sighs. “Roy?” he calls.
“Handling it!”
It was a grueling patrol, but Jason is relieved to be home. He missed having Roy by his side tonight, but their usual babysitter, Mrs. Peterson from next door, came down with pneumonia yesterday and canceled. She doesn’t seem to have any idea that her neighbors are vigilantes, but they pay her enough that she doesn’t ask. Lian is coloring at the coffee table while Jason toes off his boots, leaving them at the front door. She’s wearing her fluffy Stitch pajamas, which she’s been practically living in for the last week and a half. “Hey, princess.” Jason drops a kiss on top of her head as he passes. “Where’s your dad?” “In the kitchen. He’s playing with the electricity again.” “Oh, good. Because, you know, I was actually hoping our place would explode, just to spice things up.” Lian giggles. “Has he fed you yet?” She shakes her head, her black pigtails swinging back and forth. “Nope. But he promised me special sushi if I cleaned up all my books.” Jason will never understand Lian’s passion for her “special sushi,” which is just deli ham slathered in strawberry yogurt and rolled up like a spring roll from hell. Jason gets nauseated just thinking about it, but the kid loves the stuff. “And did you clean up?” Lian points over at the bookshelf against the wall. They don’t have a huge apartment by any means, but Jason insisted on dedicating an entire wall to his books. That was one of the conditions when Roy first asked Jason to move in with him and Lian. It took weeks of finagling to convince Jason to relinquish a small section of the bookshelf for Lian’s picture books, which are indeed all in their right places. “Then it looks like you’ve earned your sushi, little miss. I’m gonna shower first and then I’ll make it for you, alright?” “I can make it by myself.” Jason snorts. “After what happened last time? I don’t think so.” It was his own fault for thinking a five-year-old could prepare her own food. It took a solid hour to scrub the yogurt stains out of the carpet. Jason pokes his head in the kitchen on his way to the bathroom. “Tell me you’re not burning the building down.” “Okay, then I’m not burning the building down,” Roy says around the screwdriver trapped between his teeth. He stands in front of what was once a light switch, tinkering with something that he most definitely should not be tinkering with, but Jason is picking his battles today.
“I’m not going to bother telling you that you’re on your second strike with the landlord. If he has to come up here again, I’m not defending you.” “You know what I miss? The old days when people would greet each other by saying things like, ‘hi, sweetie, how was your day?’ ‘Oh, it was lovely, darling. How about a kiss after spending hours apart and missing each other dearly?’ ‘Babe, it’s like you read my mind!’ You know, stuff like that?” Jason arches an eyebrow. “I’ve got mobster blood caked in my hair. Still want a hello kiss?” “Not really, no. Go shower.” “Try not to blow a fuse in the meantime, please.” Roy salutes with his screwdriver. “Aye, aye, captain.” Jason goes to the bathroom and relishes in the feeling of peeling off his armor and the bodysuit underneath, every layer soaked with sweat and blood. It’s a good thing his Red Hood getup is all dark colors, or he’d have scarred Lian for life ten times over already. He turns the shower knob as hot as it’ll go, letting his muscles slowly unravel under the spray. He takes his time scrubbing off the blood and dirt, whistling some shitty pop song that Dick paid Barbara to blast through the comms all. Night. Long. Jason has plans to add that to his repertoire of torture techniques if he ever needs some extra edge. It’s definitely effective. Jason is in the middle of lathering his hair with shampoo when suddenly the lights go out, leaving him in darkness. An instinctive chill runs down his spine, only to be replaced with annoyance. Of course. Beyond the shower spray, he can hear Lian shriek in fear, followed by Roy muttering curses. Jason sighs. “Roy?” he calls. “Handling it!” Another sigh. This is what he gets for leaving Roy alone. It’s Jason’s own fault, really. He quickly rinses the shampoo from his hair and leaves the bathroom, and towel wrapped around his waist. He navigates the pitch black apartment and finds Roy lighting a match in the kitchen. He’s got Lian tucked in one arm. “What did I say?” Jason asks. “I know, I know—” “I said not to blow a fuse. That was your one job.” “Technically, I didn’t blow a fuse. I just overloaded the circuit and cut off the electricity for the whole building.” Jason smacks himself in the forehead. “Wonderful.” Remind him again why he’s in love with this man? “I’m sure it’ll be fixed in no time.” “You can’t see it, but I’m rolling my eyes.” “You’re overreacting. It’s just a little blackout.” “We have ice cream in the freezer.” “I’ll buy more.” Jason runs a hand through his wet hair. “You’re killing me, babe. Again.” “It’s just one night without power, right? I’m sure it’ll come back on in the morning.” He bounces Lian a little, who’s got her face buried in Roy’s neck. Poor thing is terrified of the dark. “What do you think, pumpkin? You think you can be brave for one little night in the dark?” “I don’t like it. It’s scary.” “I know it is, sweetheart. But do you want to know a secret?” He leans in close to her ear, mock-whispering, “Jaybird over here is afraid of the dark too.” Lian looks at Jason with wide eyes. “Really?” Roy nods. “Yep. But you know what? He’s so brave and strong that he overcame that fear and now it hardly bothers him anymore. Do you think you can be brave like that?” “I can be super brave.” “That’s my girl. Not, sit here for a minute, ‘kay?” He sets her down on the arm of the sofa. The match has fizzled out by now, leaving them in complete darkness. “I know I have some scented candles around here somewhere. Dinah keeps getting them as gifts and pushes them on me when she doesn’t like them.” Jason’s eyes widen. “Wait, watch out for the—” Roy trips with a shout, glass shattering as he falls. “—coffee table.” Roy just groans in response. “Hang on, let me get a light.” Jason makes his way to the drawer they keep the emergency flashlight in. He turns on the beam to show Roy on the floor, surrounded by glass shards and clutching his leg. There are several small cuts peppering his knee like he crawled on a beach made of broken bottles. Jason gasps. “Oh my god, Roy! You broke Lian’s crayons!” Roy flips him off, angling his hand so Lian can’t see. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Jason helps him up and hands him the flashlight. “Lian, honey, will you help him get to the couch? I need to put some clothes on.” And he’s almost positive there’s another flashlight somewhere in Roy’s nightstand. They’re going to need all the light they can get. Jason gets dressed and retrieves the flashlight, plus one of Lian’s Disney princess glow sticks. When he returns, Roy is on the couch with his leg propped up on what remains of their coffee table. Lian is shining the flashlight on her tiny first-aid kit which Kori gave her last Christmas. She sifts through her collection of band-aids. “One to ten?” “Barely a two,” Roy says. “I already dug the glass out, and none were deep enough to need stitches.” Jason checks him over anyway, just to be sure. He wipes away the blood and applies some ointment over the cuts. He turns to Lian when he’s finished. “Can I trust you to finish this up while I make dinner?” She nods enthusiastically. Perfect. Lian can keep herself busy plastering Roy in Hello Kitty bandages, and Jason will have time to figure out what the hell they’re doing, food-wise. “How do you expect to make dinner without electricity?” Roy asks, reading his mind yet again. “What, did you never have to eat cold leftover pizza in your million-dollar mansion growing up? Weird.” He dodges the pillow Roy throws his way, laughing. “Those jokes don’t count when you also grew up in a million-dollar mansion.” Thirty minutes later and the three of them are sitting on the couch, Roy and Jason eating cold mushroom casserole while Lian enjoys her ham and yogurt. Once you get over the temperature difference, cold casserole turns out to be just as tasty as hot casserole. Gordon Ramsey should take notes. Jason managed to track down the candles Roy was talking about earlier and set them in various places around the living room, lighting the room in a dim glow. It’s not perfect lighting by any means—not even good lighting, really, but at least no one will be falling into another coffee table anytime soon. Roy’s knee is covered in Hello Kitty band-aids, some of which are in spots that weren’t even cut up by the glass. Roy doesn’t seem to mind. Jason took a picture for potential blackmail reasons. “I’m bored,” Lian says after a while. “You could always go to bed,” Roy suggests, “given that your bedtime was fifteen minutes ago but your daddies are nice enough to let you stay up this long.” “That was nice of us,” Jason agrees. “I think we’ve earned a quiet night to ourselves.” Lian pouts. She grabs Jason’s arm, clinging to his bicep like a koala. “But it’s dark in my room.” “It’s dark in there every night.” “It’s really dark tonight. Can I stay here with you instead?” Her eyes are big and innocent, perfectly disguising the mischief lurking within. This girl could be a successful con artist one day. (Not that Jason or Roy will ever let that happen. She’s going to grow up and become a veterinarian or something equally harmless.) Roy and Jason meet eyes, having a silent conversation over Lian’s head. Finally, Roy sighs. “Fine. You can stay up with us a little longer, but only because of the blackout, okay? Don’t go thinking that this trick is going to work tomorrow night.” Lian claps her hands, bouncing in her seat. “Can I have coffee?” “Absolutely not.” She isn’t deterred in the slightest. “This is gonna be so fun! We can stay up all night long, even past midnight and three o’clock which is when the ghosts come out.” “Ghosts, huh?” Jason says. “Yeah, Aunt Stephanie told me all about it! Three o’clock is when the witching hour happens and witches and ghosts come out like Bloody Mary and Freddie Cougar and they call come into your house and walk around but you can only see them if you’re awake, which I’m gonna be because I’m not even tired, I could stay up all night long and for a million, bazillion years, and—” She lasts seven minutes. Lian is fast asleep now with her head in Roy’s lap, her tiny feet dangling off the arm of the sofa. Jason drapes a blanket over her, kissing her on the forehead. He’s careful not to jostle Roy’s bandaged leg as he takes a seat beside him, putting his arm around Roy’s shoulders. “Well, I’m fucking exhausted.” “It’s cool if you want to go to bed,” Roy says. “I don’t mind sticking around here with Lian until the power comes back on.” “Nah, it’s fine. I like it better in here, anyway.” In here, where the light is. Roy doesn’t comment on the hidden meaning that he definitely catches on to, and Jason loves him for it. He just kisses Jason’s cheek, settling against his side. Jason doesn’t mention the darkness thing often. Or at all. After all, grown men don’t get scared of the dark—especially when they live in a place like Gotham and were raised in a literal cave. But if Lian insists on having the hallway light on in addition to the night light next to her bed, then Jason isn’t about to discourage her. Roy never says a word about it. Every night he keeps the door to his and Jason’s bedroom cracked open just enough so a sliver of hallway light floods in, and it’s good for both of them, really. Jason feels safer with the light on, and they both feel safer being able to hear every creak and draft in the apartment, falling asleep knowing that nothing will sneak up on them. Even when Jason was living on his own, post-resurrection, he always kept a lamp on when he went to sleep in whichever safehouse he was squatting in that night. Back before he had a place to call home. On especially bad nights, he would turn on the lights in every single room, even the one in the microwave. Only then could he sleep soundly. He can’t exactly do that now, but he doesn’t need to. Whenever his head gets too heavy to bear, he’ll simply wrap his arms around Roy and fall back asleep to the sound of Roy’s heart beating under his ear. He falls back asleep in minutes. Jason isn’t entirely sure what caused the light issue in the first place. Sometimes he can’t remember if it arose before or after he was adopted by Bruce. Other times he’s sure it’s lingering trauma from the coffin, from waking up in pitch blackness six feet underground. No bearings, no sense of what was happening or where he was. The only thing in there with him was the thick, cloying darkness on every side of him. Jason shivers just thinking about it. “We should get her a new night light,” he says. “Battery powered, not a plug-in. It would be a good investment if you ever try destroying our electricity again.” Roy hums. “We can pick one up tomorrow. I need to take her clothes shopping anyway. And it might be a good idea to have a couple for the living room and bathroom so we don’t have a repeat of tonight.” “Good idea.” God, Jason’s craving a cigarette right now. Every nerve in his body urges him to get one and soothe the anxiety buzzing in his brain, but he has a rule against smoking in the apartment or anywhere near Lian. He’d settle for a beer instead, whatever keeps the buzzing at bay, but he doesn’t drink at home either out of respect for Roy’s sobriety. He’s stuck. Roy must notice Jason’s twitching fingers because he reaches into his pocket, careful not to wake Lian as he pulls out a stick of nicotine gum. “Here.” Jason unwraps the gum and shoves it in his mouth. He takes a deep breath in as he chews, letting it out slowly. It takes the edge off some, but not completely. Still, it’s better than nothing. “You’re just carrying these on you now?” "Came in handy, didn't it?" “And I thought Bruce was the king of being prepared for everything.” Jason straightens the wrapper until it’s flat like a card. He holds it over the nearest candle until it catches, watching the flame consume the paper, eating away at its edges. He blows it out just before it gets too close to his fingers. “When I was a kid,” he says after a minute, “my mom and I used to light candles like these. The heat would get turned off pretty often since she was usually too high to remember what day it was, let alone when the bills needed to be paid. But whenever it happened, she would send me to the store with a couple dollars and I’d buy a bag of marshmallows. We’d roast them over the candles and pretend we were camping.” “That sounds nice.” “It was. I mean, now I realize that it’s actually really fucking sad that we had to resort to candles ‘cause my mom wasted all her cash on drugs and couldn’t pay the heating bill. But at the time, it was nice. It’s one of the few good memories I have of that time.” He feels more than sees Roy’s fingers lacing through his own, clasping their hands together. “I was telling the truth earlier, you know. You’re brave and strong and badass all the way.” Jason snorts. “Even if I get freaked out every time the lights go out?” Roy doesn’t laugh with him. “Yeah, even then. And you know why?” He rests his head on Jason’s shoulder, lets Jason feel his warmth. “Because of all the things to be afraid of, you picked the one that can be fixed by just turning the lights on. Once you do that, there’s nothing left in the world that can scare you. And that’s pretty damn badass if you ask me.”
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tinyrogue · 3 years
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Metroid Dread
So I’ve been watching some of the announcement gameplay videos and trailers to the upcoming new 2.5D Metroid game, Metroid Dread.
The game doesn’t look half as awkward as Samus Returns, but man... Nothing about this is very frightening. I mean, remember the SA-X? Now that was terrifying, that was making the sweat prickle at the back of your neck.
The E.M.M.I. isn’t any of these things. It’s quite quick and its erratic movements can be hard to predict, which should create a sense of urgency when you’re in one of its sections, but that’s currently all it does. The music consists of robotic beeps and tries to suggest the E.M.M.I.’s  cold and uncaring characteristics (if it can be called that), but to me it only sounds like funky space music.
Back in Fusion, there were a few sections of the game where the only thing you heard were the background noises of the B.S.L. station itself  — no music whatsoever. And I really loved that! They were some of my favourite things about Fusion. They reminded me so much of the Alien franchise; particularly the first movie, where sound without any actual music was creating a tense and suspenseful atmosphere.
The thick fog crawling over the surfaces in the E.M.M.I.’s patrol sectors are a nice touch, but I’ve a suspicion they’re more to make use of the console’s processing power than add anything useful for the game...
Nothing about this creates dread.
Something I also noticed is the cartoonish lighting, which I despised in Samus Returns as well. It’s great they brought back the ability to vertically and horizontically climb, but the bright blue colour of the climable wall sections is just irksome.
Like, we — the players — are not dumb. We are aware of how to use wall bars. We’re smart! No need to try to make absolutely sure we won’t miss it.
The game looks enticing, I’m not gonna lie. I like the way Samus is presented a lot; she’s back to being her usual, badass self and she’s looking good! I’m interested in hearing more about how she obtained this version of her Power Suit (the helmet in particular looks straight from Fusion and there are a few organic components along her shoulders, arms and torso), but the white colour is certainly something new!
I also really enjoy the dash melee counter, which seems like a huge improvement to the static melee counter feature from Samus Returns. I haven’t noticed any melee counters during a jumping animation, but it might have just slipped by me.
I’ll be keeping an eye on this one, that’s for sure.
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strosmkai-rum · 3 years
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SKYRIM MOD LIST, enb included
have fun! 
note: some mods, though very few and for the most part insignificant, were found on the steam workshop. so if it doesn’t appear on the nexus, you’ll find it there.
some general advice for new modders/just reminders - 
- always check compatibility. some mods have patches to use in combination with other mods. always read the description too. 
- if you’re able, cleaning plugins is always good. i was never able to get a hang of it but that doesn’t mean you won’t have better luck.
- never, ever test mods with an actual playthrough. the chances of corruption are small, but there. start a new game; if you can’t bother with the helgen intro, use Quick Start to skip past it and begin at the cave exit instead. 
- load order. can’t go wrong with LOOT or Wrye Bash. imo LOOT is easier to install and use but it’s all up to preference.
OVERHAULS -
Noble Skyrim (a HUGE overhaul of basically all exterior textures. but, if you don’t like the look this gives, i’d suggest 2k Textures for a more vanilla feel but in higher res, or Tamriel Reloaded - Textures and Parallax.)
Realistic Water Two (get the enb textures, with the watercolor effect too. they have a non-enb version as well, if you don’t use enb.)
aMidianborn retextures (i use almost everything. weapons, armor, creatures, dragonborn dlc, except the terrain overhaul. i also use the differently ebony and glass variants plugins, which basically mean that there’s multiple variants of the armor with the different retextures. they’re so cool, it’s a must.)
RUSTIC ( i also use almost everything from this too. alchemy/enchanting tables, daedra, death hounds, dinnerware, east empire company signs (i really don’t know why), elder scroll, monuments/tombstones, nordic murals, pottery, silverware, standing stones, windows, and word walls.)
Immersive College of Winterhold
Book Covers Skyrim (best book cover retex ever.)
More Interesting Loot (adds in so many artifacts/ingredients/loot from previous games it’s unreal. love it.)
Realistic Room Rental Enhanced (a SERIOUS overhaul of inns and stuff. lets you rent rooms for followers, discounts for extended stays, and makes them look nicer! oh, washtubs too.)
Immersive Roads (amazing. beautiful. incredible.)
RSChildren (children remodel)
Moonlight Tales 
Breezehome Fully Upgradeable (okay this too. makes breezehome huge. like, now you can have a markarth style tub upstairs, and a decent room for lydia too. plus a secret library, and another way to enter/exit your home outside of whiterun. and a lot of other stuff i’m too lazy to list right now.)
SMIM (DEFINITELY use some sort of installer for this. killed me when i tried to manually install it. totally optional, though.)
Ruins Clutter Improved
Thane Weapons Reborn
GRAPHICS -
Unique Grasses and Groundcovers (Verdant does a great job too.)
Hybrid HD Plants and Herbs Retexture (Tamriel Reloaded flora are gorgeous as well, so are the ones from Skyrim Flora Overhaul.)
AOF Detailed Mountains (my pref, but honestly, almost all of the mountain retex mods are amazing. go wild.)
Designs of the Nords Banners (the sickest retex of banners. ever.)
Skyrim Landscape Overhaul - Stone Walls (the BEST thing you will ever see. note, if used with Immersive College of Winterhold you don’t need the corresponding patch. at least, if this is the only SLO mod you’ll use.)
SLOD Wine Cellar (y'ever have an in-game crippling alcohol addiction?)
SLOD Potions/Poisons
Gemling Queen Jewelry
Barenziah’s Glory (crown and jewel retexs)
Unique Uniques (the reworks are absolutely gorgeous. i can’t even describe them. at this point, unique is an understatement.)
Bellyache’s Dragon Retextures (they’re the hell spawn of akatosh, gotta make ‘em look cool somehow)
Apophysis Dragon Priest Masks (holy mother of god, these dragon priest retextures are beautiful. if you’re more into a horror theme, Unique Dragon Priest Masks will definitely satisfy you) 
Natural Eyes
Coverkhajiits Male/Female
Dawnguard Rewritten - Arvak (so many arvak retextures here, pick and choose what you want)
Makers Mark Ingots (an ingot retexture, with minting seals/stamps on them. beautiful.)
Better Shrouded Armor (okay, this. this. if you look at the vanilla armor and say, i hate this, then you’ll love this. the armor becomes more of an armored robe with black/brown touches, and the signature hand print on the front. it’s just cool.)
Stormcloak Revival (awesome retex of the armor)
Nightingale Prime and Nightingale Pride (a retexture for armor and blade/bow, respectively)
Windhelm - Legendary Kings
Alternate Summoning Visuals
Tenets Restored (so you can actually read the damn things)
Auriel’s Bow Retexture
HD Linens
QUESTS/NEW LANDS -
Falskaar
Shadow of Morrowind 
Summerset Isle 
Beyond Skyrim - Bruma
Beyond Reach
Voyage to the Dreamborne Isles 
VIGILANT (there’s an english voiceover and a guide as well in the files section of the voiceover)
Project AHO (you need this. you do. the quest, the npcs, the oh god, everything, is so amazing. download it.)
Carved Brink (from the makers of Project AHO, equally amazing.)
Wheels of Lull (this was the best existential crisis i’ve ever had. funny, immersive, challenging, and very, very real, i’ll be at your door in a fortnight if you don’t install this mod.)
Aethernautics (with Wheels of Lull integration patch)
Gray Cowl of Nocturnal (want some oblivion nostalgia? here you are.)
Spectraverse - Magic of the Magna Ge
Dwemertech - Magic of the Dwarves
Ravengate (underground pit fighting, hell yeah!!)
The Tools of Kagrenac (morrowind fans wya. i have never played morrowind.)
Moon and Star
The Forgotten City (gonna be getting its own game on Steam by the same name!)
Fight Against the Thalmor (all 4 parts linked) 
Sinister Seven
Konahrik’s Accountments
Blackreach Railroad (trains. that is all.)
Legends of Nchuak
The McMiller Chronicles
The Notice Board (ah, witcher fans might like this.)
The Paarthurnax Dilemma (for obvs reasons) 
Localized Guild Jobs (finally, choose the city you want to do a thiefy job in.)
Missing Apprentices (a college quests never implemented in-game. there’s also another mod for another cut quest called Research Thief, but i don’t use that one.)
Barenziah Quest Markers (am NOT using the wiki again to find those floaty bastards. there’s a mod that puts the stones in quest-locked areas in accessible ones instead, so if you plan on collecting them all and being done with it i suggest Non Quest Locations for Stones of Barenziah.)
Jiub’s Opus Quest Markers (not chasing these down either)
Arvak’s Skull Quest Marker (only available through steam workshop)
an addition, Wyrmstooth, though it’s no longer on the nexus and is known to corrupt save files and cause general issues (i found a version of it, though i’m not very keen on trying it after what i’ve heard. still, if you really want it, it’s not that hard to find.)
IMMERSION -
Timing is Everything (adds in delays between quests. just a little breather in between saving the world, if that even exists.)
Northern Encounters (if you love encounters and spent a lot of time in the snow for whatever reason, this is for you.)
Extra Encounters Reborn + DLC (when you love exploring skyrim, this’ll make your adventures super interesting.)
Citizens of Tamriel (on god this mod is so funny and immersive. if you download this, stop by the abandoned shack. you won’t regret it.)
Honed Metal (lets you hire a smith to temper/craft and enchant armor and weapons for you, so you don’t have to invest in the smithing tree.)
The Hunting Game (y’ever notice how pelts are like, worthless? yeah. this changes that.) 
Organized Bandits of Skyrim
Better Combat AI (there’s probably a better mod for combat out there, but this is what i use. also from steam workshop)
Increased Merchant Gold Count (plenty of dif mods for this, all of them should work just fine. also on steam workshop)
Black Horse Courier Reborn (hey, remember the uhh, couriers in oblivion? well, they’re back, babey! the more quests you complete, different editions will be released to talk about the amazing last dragonborn, and there’s a (expensive as hell) book that you can buy from a courier that had all the editions from oblivion in one tidy leather-bound book.)
Take Notes (a journal mod!)
Celtic Music in Skyrim (a music replacer. it’s so calming and atmospheric, but if you want individual tracks replaced with ones of your own choosing, you can download Skyrim Audio Converter.)
Book Covers of Skyrim - Lost Library (adds in books from other tes games too, along with the fancy covers.)
Books of Skyrim (a book store in solitude.)
Touring Carriages
The Thieves Guild: More Thieves (only on steam workshop)
Thieves Guild Former Glory Enhancement
Regifting Lycanthropy: Infinite (on steam workshop)
KJ Tattoos and Lore Tattoos (needs RaceMenu to work.)
Loading Screens with Extra Sarcasm (beautiful mod. doesn’t ruin your immersion at all, actually.)
We Are Legion (nice legion overhaul. workshop exclusive.)
Immersive Patrols
All Merchants Buy Stolen Items
Realistic Crime Radius
Beyond Skyrim: Wares of Tamriel
Morrowind Imports (makes it so dunmer vendors will sell stuff like ash yams and sujamma, just a bit more immersive.)
Morrowind Border Trading Shack (workshop exclusive)
Staves of Skyrim
College Students
Better College Application
Night Eye Overhaul (good regardless if you rp as a khajiit or not)
Enhanced Cities: Docks of Solitude (workshop exclusive)
Towns and Villages Enhanced: Riverwood
Project Populate Skyrim: Winterhold (workshop exclusive)
Raven Rock Expanded
MISCELLANEOUS -
SkyComplete (lets you keep track of basically everything, including quests, artifacts, undiscovered locations and read books. update, it looks like the original file has been taken down. i do have a copy of the file should anyone want it.)
The Choice is Yours (fewer forced quests! woohoo!)
Jaxonz Named Save and Positioner (lets you have named saves, and reposition objects. the best mod for home decorating.)
Unlimited Bookshelves (put anything you want on those bad boys now! coupled with Jaxonz Positioner, the sky’s the limit to home decorating now.)
Follower Map Markers Complete (so you don’t lose them. again. also works for mod added followers.)
Bandolier - Bags and Pouches (you look really cool, and get a bit of extra carry weight too!)
Insanitys Celtic Katana
Better Training (no more level req bs here)
No Required Perks (workshop exclusive)
Lightweight Potions and Poisons
Lightweight Scrolls (because half a point for a scroll?! it’s paper, not rocks, dammit)
Weightless Soul Gems
Telescope
Thieves' Guild Bounty Clearer
Scoped Bows 
Font Replacement (i use fertigo pro but you know, preference) 
City Forests (just adds a few trees in a few cities, this, combined with Noble Skyrim and the enb i use makes all of my screenshots.) 
Save the Dark Brotherhood (saves your tears, too.)
Hold Border Banners 
Lost Books of Voryn Dreleth (adds in a few books, scattered throughout skyrim. i don’t know, they’re nice to read i guess. totally optional.)
Halls of Dovahndor (an amazing house mod set in…sovngarde! that’s new!)
The Library of Paarthurnax (always thought this was mad cool)
Sacrificial Hunter (for the boethiah quest. also known as, when you’re too attached to your followers to kill them)
No Killmoves/Killcams/Killbites (totally optional, i just don’t like the animations.)
Big Leather Backpack (it looks cool. plus extra carry weight. bags are cool.)
Colovian Leather (just a lil extra set of armor) 
Elder Scroll on Back
More Salt
Open Face Guard Helmets
Faction Crossbows
INTERFACE -
SkyUI (the menu layout give me a headache though, you can use SkyUI Away to restore normal menus)
Immersive HUD
A Matter of Time (compatible with iHUD)
Warburg’s 3D Paper World Map (forget the old poorly rendered map. a new paper one, a lot more simplistic and minimalist. but, if you do want the normal skyrim map, A Quality World Map is the way to go.)
Main Menu Background Replacer (oh, there’s a lot of these. so choose your favorite. but i like this best.)
No Bethesda Intro Logo or a replacer, the one i use was taken down but went by Ironclad Bethesda. 
RaceMenu
Amazing Follower Tweaks
Follower Trap Safety (miiight be included in AFT, but not sure.)
FIXES/PATCHES -
USLEEP
Fuz Ro Doh (needed for some quest mods, something abt silent dialogue.)
No More Blinding Fog (if you have that issue)
Mindflux Particle Patch (if included)
Darker Dungeons for ENB (if included)
Revamped Exterior Fog
FOR ENB:
okay, here’s the thing. i’ve been modding skyrim nonstop for three years now. i’ve gone through, a lot of enbs. the big ones, the small ones. rudy, tetrachromatic, project enb, you name it. and here’s the one that i finally found that works great, lots of customizability, awesome fps, and looks fucking fantastic. 
it’s called seasons of skyrim. easy install, easy uninstall if you don’t like it. nothing else. includes further darker dungeons as well as revamped exterior fog.
my configuration’s here.
but let’s assume you don’t want to use an enb. that’s fine! there’s a lot of other ways to get dynamic lightning too. i used to use Climates of Tamriel, or ELFX, or Realistic Lighting Overhaul. note that i’m almost certain that RLO hand places light sources, so i don’t know how altered cells would go. you might be able to avoid conflict by loading the changing mod after RLO? but i don’t know for sure. 
if you want help with installing anything/with enbs or are new to it, i’m always down to help. 
other stuff i use -
SKSE is an obvs one. 
LOOT
Save Cleaner
7zip (it’s basically a free version of winzip. cause i’m not about to pay for anything, and i manually install everything.)
wow, you made it to the end? congrats! i spent longer on this than i did sleeping last night. 
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everlarkficexchange · 4 years
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Operation: BREAD (Bring Revenge on Everdeen to Avenge Dad)
Written by: @alliswell21
Prompt 23: Rumor: MrEverdeen crossed fence dividing Town and Seam, kidnapped Mrs Everdeen making her his common law wife. Years later, Mellark sons plan to avenge their father by raiding Seam and kidnapping one of Everdeen’s daughters for one of them to take as a wife! Does Katniss “volunteer,” does she escape, how do the 3 brothers decide what to do with her since they didn’t plan it all out well? [submitted by @567inpanem]
Rated: T for now, for language.
Author’s Note: So, I resigned myself that this prompt won’t be completed by the new dateline of May 10th, because believe it not, quarantining with the husband and children at home makes for a very busy day… everyday. I haven’t been able to write anything for days at a time, and everytime I come back, I reread what I’ve written so far, and find faults that need fixing and what I hoped to be a short story is turning into a long one shot because I’m incapable of keep things simple… and now I’m ranting about everything instead of thanking everyone— from the EFE administrators, to @567inpanem for the prompt, and y’all dear readers— and wishing all moms a happy Mother’s Day, even if you celebrate it on a different date in your country… and I a belated happy birthday to Katniss Everdeen and Also a happy Mother’s Day to her, because she deserves it… anywho…
Here’s is the very first part of this story, that can’t make up its mind on what it wants to be (it’s leaning into romcom territory right now), I’ll post all my submissions soonish (hopefully finished), and I apologize for any formatting defects since I’m posting from my cell phone, otherwise I’ll forget to post it at all.
Sorry this is messy! I love y’all! Stay healthy.
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“Quiet, you morons!” Bannock… whispers?
Is that the right descriptor for the harsh, low sounds that comes from his mouth? I’m not quite sure, but I look at him sheepishly, since I was the one to trip on air this time around and nearly knock down a clothesline, poles and all.
“S-sorry…” I stutter drunkenly.
Rye shrugs, uncaring. Asshole!
Bannock glares at us with his bloodshot, angry blue eyes before turning around and creeping forward.
It’s a chilly night out, with no stars and just a sliver of moon casting minimal light over us, ideal to maraud and raid… if we lived any place else, that is.
If we were to find ourselves face to face with the flashlight of a Peacekeeper patrolling the streets, things could go anywhere from awkward to deadly, and I really hope we don’t have to find out how it’ll truly go. We’re wasted, outside our house after curfew, and facing our mother’s wrath would probably be as terrible as any punishment the peacekeepers would inflict on us.
The later option has me swallowing thickly.
I’m no coward by any stretch of the word… but I do enjoy being alive, so… yeah.
“Don’t mess around, no more!” Bannock chides.
As soon as Bann turns around, Rye mouths his words back, mockingly, and I wonder— not for the first time— how can my brothers be so immature? Bannock just turned 25, while Rye has the mind of a 13 year old trapped in the muscular body of a 24 year old man; leaving sweet, little me, the 21 year old baby sibling, to bring the rear.
Rye burps, mostly quietly, earning another warning glare from Bann. All things considered, I’m a little impressed at how stealthily we’ve been moving so far, being as enebriated as we are and all. But who knows? Maybe we really aren’t as slick as my alcohol soaked brain thinks we are, and I’m just too skunked to know any better.
“D’you think we’ll be back before father wakes to take care of the ovens?” Rye slurs a little, squinting his eyes at a cat trotting across the alley in front of him. A second later he’s frowning down at the cat, shushing it obnoxiously, as if it’s soft paws are the ones making the stopping sounds coming from his own boots.
Bannock shrugs, “Who cares!”
I’m about to raise my hand and respond that I do, I care, but Rye starts laughing like an idiot, already distracted by something else. We turn to catch him picking up a stick and throwing it at the poor, unsuspecting cat. As soon as the stick hits it’s side, the animal loses its balance, making it fall into a trash can, with a terrified cry.
It’s awful. And loud.
“Knock it off!” Bannock growls as quietly as he can. “You’re gonna wake up the whole town, asshole!”
The cat meows indignantly, climbing out of the trash. He jumps to the other side and it’s gone in the next moment.
I sigh, rubbing one hand over my face. “Guys, I think we should go back. I don’t think Father will approve of this.”
“Shut up, Peeta!”
“Yeah! Shut it, runt!”
I grunt in aggravation under my breath. “I’m serious. We shouldn’t be out here… at all!” I insist.
“Why did you come then?” Bann hisses.
“You dragged me out with you, jackass!” I counter, pointedly. Plus, I’m the least drunk out of the three of us, and I figured I should keep an eye on them two, make sure they don’t get hurt in this idiotic quest… but I don’t say that out aloud. “I still don’t understand why, are we stumbling across town in the middle of the night, risking getting caught outside after curfew.”
“You know why, Peeta! We’ve gone over it to death,” snaps Bann, twisting his whole body to face me and almost walking into a potted plant sitting by somebody’s back door. “Father doesn’t know how to take care of himself, let alone how to defend his honor!”
“Our hands have been forced, runt. We need to pick up the slack, that’s why!”
I roll my eyes at my brothers.
It’s true though. For the last 26 years, our father has been both the butt of every joke said in the streets of district 12, and the victim of a tragic cautionary tale, people somehow feel the sadistic inclination to bring up to us, Mellark boys, as if we needed the reminder.
“Geez… save it for Everdeen, Bann. Let the runt keep his head instead of chewing it off him!”
Bannock frowns. It’s not everyday Rye comes to my defense, which means he really must be hammered.
Cool! I love brotherly affection… even if given under the influence.
“Whatever.” Bannock mutters under his breath. “We’re here anyway.” He signals to the fence dividing our district into two unequal sections: the merchant quarter, where we live, and the Seam (our destination), the largest— yet poorest— side of 12.
It’s unclear why the government erected the fence running right through the district in the first place, but the effect of having a literal barrier separating everyone in our small district, couldn’t be any clearer: we have a huge social divide amongst our people, very distinct and hard to overcome. Both sides distrusting the other, despite there never being a tangible reason why.
Personally, I think the most logical explanation for the creation of the internal fence, was just sheer desire to create hostility and antagonism between the citizens of 12… maybe it’s easier for the Capitol’s long arm to control a podunk place like here, when there’s an unbridgeable social chasm between our own denizens; how can we band together to demand better treatment and fair representation from the mighty Capitol, when we’re fighting with each other?
Of course, I keep my opinion to myself, because speaking of such things is just a sure way to find oneself in prison, facing charges of public agitation and whatnot.
Bann cuts through my musings, “Alright… let’s find a spot to cross over.” He says determined and still very intoxicated.
The worst kept secret in District 12, is how some sections of the fence are too close to the houses in the merchant side. If one really wants to cross into the other side over the fence, one only needs to look for a low wall adjacent to the top links of the fence to climb on, and after that, it’s all a matter of gravity pulling you down. Its been done before too…
Everyone speculates that’s what happened the day our father fell into disgrace: A man from the Seam found a weak spot to exploit… and the rest is history. Never mind the fact that jumping the fence is a common enough hooligan deed; how else can teenage couples reach the Slag Heap at the edge of the old coal mines to engage in their secret affairs?
It only takes us a few minutes to find a brick wall circling the backyard of a random house, just two feet shy of the fence.
We climb it with all the grace of a pig crawling up a greased pole, but after much huffing and puffing, we manage— with great effort— to drag ourselves over the barrier. We’re sweating and swearing, but who could blame us for that? We Mellark boys are just too broad and heavy with muscle, add to the mix the fact that we’ve drank our body weight in white liquor right before Bann had the brilliant idea of dragging us out here, and you have an uncoordinated— mostly clumsy— sad excuse, trio of vandals.
Rye goes first, then I go; finally, Bannock splatters down like a bullfrog, falling on his ass. He’s disgruntled and I suspect in dire need of a nap.
“Come on!” He commands, dusting his behind sloppily.
We’ve been walking aimlessly through unfamiliar dirt roads and dark unpaved alleys. The place is littered with produce crates set upside down in neat circles every other road… I vaguely wonder if that’s what passes as a socializing hot spot here in the Seam, like the square with its concrete benches is for us in town?
Sometimes I forget how things can be so shitty on this side of the District. It makes my stomach twist unpleasantly with guilt, realizing I take certain privileges for granted.
About five minutes into our stupid intrusion into Seam territory, Rye speaks up.
“Dude… do you know where they live?”
Bannock’s head snaps up, clearly annoyed. “How hard can it be to find the Seam’s apothecary?”
Very, actually.
First of all, The Seam consists of row after row of seemingly identical shacks, in varying states of shabbiness, arranged in a huge matrix of sorts. Each row is made of three to five houses with a slim road in between the next set of homes.
For what I gather in my limited liquor-addled brain, each horizontal row has a designated letter, and the vertical street goes by number. Other than that, there are no other distinguishing signs, telling us where we are or how to find the ‘Seam apothecary’ as Bann inarticulately dubbed it.
Rye groans in annoyance, seeming ready to overrule Bannock and call the whole thing off, himself; but my drunk ass is too stupid to keep my big mouth shut.
“They live close to the electric fence. Right before the meadow. They probably have a fence-in yard, too.”
I wince, regretting my words right away. I shouldn’t have said anything, but like an idiot, I couldn’t help spilling out the small bursts of information I’ve gathered over the years on the Everdeens.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but the Everdeens are a bit of an obsession to me… for all of us Mellarks, really. Given our entangled past with them, it shouldn’t be so much of a revelation, but this thing between our families has been a nuisance ever since I can remember and while my brothers and mother use it as a focal point of hatred and animosity. For me, is a curiosity driven thirst for knowledge on everything Everdeen. Anything that could shed light on our sordid past, I would gobble up, trying to answer why something that has virtually nothing to do with me and my brothers, still haunt us everywhere we go.
Rye frowns. “Fence-in yard?” He looks around the houses we are passing, realizing none of those have fences.
“Goat.” Bannock grunts, nodding thoughtfully. “Good catch, runt.”
“Huh?” Rye is scratching his head, confused.
“The blonde girl,” Bann says with mild irritation.
People from the Seam have a very specific look to them: dark— usually straight— hair, gray eyes, olive skin… ‘blonde’, blue eyed and pale, is more of a descriptor for people from the merchant class, like us… like Mrs. Everdeen.
The poor woman must stick out like a sore thumb in here; probably the same goes to her merchant-looking daughter, Primrose.
“What about the blonde?”
“She makes goat cheese.” Bann huffs as explanation, but since Rye still looks like the concept is too hard to fathom, Bannock grunts, expanding. “She trades the cheese in town. Mainly with Father. Which means, Everdeen has to keep at least one goat for the girl to have access to milk.”
“M’kay… goat, fences, meadow.” Rye lists clumsily on his fingers, following after Bann. “Got it!”
We quickened our steps in the direction of the electric fence. I’m still kicking myself for saying anything when we reach the last row of houses before the meadow.
I really hope I’m wrong about them having a goat, although I find it hard to believe Primrose steals milk from other people for her cheeses. She looks so sweet and innocent.
Alas, I’m too clever for my own good sometimes.
The very first house in the row at the edge of the meadow, has a pen connected to the house on the strip of backyard allotted to them. A tiny but sturdy shed stands against the back wall of the house, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, I can barely make out the snout of a goat, peeking out of the narrow opening of the shed.
“This is it!” Rye crows excitedly, rubbing his hands together and licking his chops like a hungry, humanoid wolf.
“Yeah. Finally!” Grunts Bann, “keep your voice down, doofus.” his reaction, both frenzied and anxious.
“Let’s do this!” Rye’s smile is deranged.
“Great!” I hiccup with fake enthusiasm. “What are we doing?” I deadpan, staring at my siblings with all the aggravation I can muster.
My brothers speak excitedly at the same time:
“Taking one of the girls back home with us!”/“Beating the shit out of Everdeen!”
My brothers look at each other, perplexed, and go, “”What?!” At the same time.
“Fuck!” I groan to the skies, noting its near dawn. “You better be joking! We came all the way out here, and you idiots didn’t plan what you were going to do once we arrived?”
“No… I mean, yes! No. it’s simple,” Slurs Rye trying to stare me in the eye and failing miserably, “We’re dragging Everdeen out here. Then, we’ll beat the snot out of the bastard, and have you doodle the whole thing out for Father… you’ll finally use that art talent of yours for something we’ll all enjoy… not just you,”
“No, no, no, no!” Snaps Bannock. “We’re taking one of Everdeen’s daughters, bring her back home with us, and avenge father.”
“What? Why?” Rye whines much too loud and even I shush him. “I thought we were just gonna jump the bastard and rearrange his face a little,” Rye sounds disappointed.
Bannock answers right away, sounding like our mother when she’s chiding us for some thing or another. “Dude… the guy stole Dad’s girl! You know what they say about repaying a slight with the same coin and all that shit. It stands to reason, the course of action here is to take one of the girls home with us, sleep with her, and get her pregnant or something, then she can’t come back to her daddy.”
I throw my hands up in the air, “That’s it! I’m out!” My brain practically short circuits with the outrageous shit my brothers are spewing out of their mouths.
Sure, beating the lights out of an unsuspecting man in front of his house in the middle of the night is already crazy, but Bann’s idea to take a girl away from her home, it’s beyond preposterous!
Instead of lashing out, I turn around and stalk away as fast as my legs can carry me. I’m still tipsy, so I stumble a little, but I’m determined to leave.
“Hey! Where are ya going?!”
I get grabbed by the bíceps and pulled back to ‘hide’ behind a scraggly bush overlooking the house we assume is Everdeen’s. My brothers push me down by the shoulders roughly, until I’m sitting on my ass.
“The hell is wrong with you two?” I snarl, trying to punch and kick either one of them.
“Shut up, runt! They’re gonna hear you!”
“Good! Then someone will call the Peacekeepers over.”
“Wha— No! Why would you want that?” Rye whines.
“I didn’t sign up for any of this crazy shit!” I spit enraged.
“Dude, you can’t bail on operation BREAD,” Rye scrunches up his face.
“Operation Bread? What in the hell, is operation Bread?” I wrench my arms free from them at last, glowering up at both.
“Bring Revenge on Everdeen to Avenge Dad!” Rye says proudly, a lopsided smile brightens his face, and all I want to do is punch his nose.
“You’re insane!” I sputter.
“No… I’m cle-ver!” Rye grins, tapping a finger to his temple.
“Come on, Peeta. You know this needs to be done!” Bann cuts in.
“No! It doesn’t!” I argue. I still feel woozy from alcohol though, so it’s costing me too much effort trying to get up. “This is just insane, Bannock! What you’re proposing is just… heinous!” I hiss.
Bannock’s face hardens, “Nobody will see it like that.” He assures, “An eye for an eye, baby brother.”
“So what? We’re gonna kidnap and rape an innocent girl in revenge, and you think that’ll fix anything? Will it bring peace? It’ll help you get Madelynn’s parents to back off and let her marry you?” I’m so pissed off, I’m pretty sure spittle is flying out of my mouth. “It won’t do anyone any good! Not us, nor father, and especially not Katniss or Primrose!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Bannock flies at me, and all I have to do is lift my arms to shield my head.
Rye is an equal opportunity asshole most of the time, but in this moment, he’s the one stopping Bannock from breaking my face in two, and I’m very grateful for my middle brother manhandling our eldest for me.
“Rape is a strong word, runt.” Rye gasps with the effort of keeping Bannock from kicking my ass. But if the wrinkling of his nose is any indication, I think maybe my words are chipping away some of his complicitness in this mess. “Maybe, what Bann meant, was, one of us will… you know… spend time with the girl, and then… make her his common law wife or something?” Rye looks at Bann expectantly.
Bannock nods. Rye lets go of him.
We all stay silent, breathing heavily for a moment.
“Same coin. Simple as that.”
If the stories are to be believed, Sorrel Everdeen crossed the fence dividing the merchant quarter and the seam, kidnapped my father’s betrothed— Lily— and made her his common law wife, despite being common knowledge, that the woman in question was engaged to our father since they were very young.
It’s an old rumor, really, with no real way to fact-check the events that led to this moment in time, but there’s always been some nasty whispering churning around town; tales varying in height and perjury, sometimes scandalous, others depraved, always with add-ons and full of conjectures flavored by the speaker in turn, but never the whole truth.
The worst thing is that the stories die down for a while when something juicer comes up, but then resurface, like a persistent oily stain on cement… It’s been 26 years since the real events leading to the Everdeens controversial marriage took place, yet the old gossip mill in District 12 has waxed over and rewritten the sordid story through the lense of judgemental people over and over again, until even our mother has started to repeat the outlandish tales, as if she wasn’t an active participant of the story herself.
Still… “I just can’t!” I say both exasperated and grossed out. “We should just go home—“
I get cut off when the door of the Everdeen house opens spilling faint candlelight into the almost blackened-out street.
My brothers rush to huddle around me, crowding on top of me like a pair of boulders… or worse: a pair of sweaty, heavy, alcohol doused men. Disgusting!
The door of the shack closes softly and to our shock, a very angry looking Katniss Everdeen stomps in the direction of the sad excuse for a bush we’re hiding in.
“Hmm… guys… I think she sees us.” I mumble calmly, yet terrified. Katniss Everdeen, eldest daughter of Sorrel and Lily, is coming our way with fire in her eyes.
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Virago 04. The Man Hunt
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Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it. 
Post Date: 05.22.20
Word count: 3.9k
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
Based off: 01x04 “Murphy’s Law”
Masterlist
 You wake up to loud noises outside of your tent before you could  even get up, Bellamy Blake walks into your tent, “Knock much?” You ask him, annoyed.
“Ummm… There’s not really anything to knock on,” He replies with confusion.
“Well, at least ask if I’m awake from outside,” 
“Sorry, anyways we’re building the wall for the camp. You think you could help with organizing and stuff.”  He says not really asking.
You get up from your makeshift bed, “Yeh, I’ll be out in a moment,” You sigh.
You wake yourself up and find some clothes to wear for the day before heading out of your tent. You walk over to Murphy and Bellamy, “ So what’s the deal today?” You ask.
“This section should be finished tomorrow,” Murphy says as he notices someone dropping a tree. “Hey! You think the grounders are just gonna sit around and wait for us to finish the wall?” Murphy says making his way over to the kid. You notice Bellamy’s sigh, clearly showing that he doesn’t like Murphy’s tactics. 
“Maybe we should let the little girl do the lifting for you, huh?” Murphy points to Charlotte who is tying some trees together.
“I just need some water, ok? Then I’ll be fine,” The kid responds. 
I walk up to the kid and Murphy with Bellamy, “Murphy, get this guy some water. Hey, you got this?” Murphy walks off and asks Charlotte about the tree. There were a few moments of silence before she rushed down to grab the tree. Bellamy rushes down at about the same pace as Charlotte, “I’m just kidding,” He tells her and smiles going back to tying the trees. Bellamy puts the tree over his shoulder and walks off with the other kid holding the other end. 
“Hey, Char. How are you doing?” You ask her starting to help her tie the trees.
“Fine,” She responds with her typical quiet voice.
“Uhh! What the hell is wrong with you, Murphy?!” You hear the kid from earlier yell as he pushed Murphy. Murphy’s henchmen hold him back.
“You wanted a water break.” He says looking at the kid. “Get back to work!” He yells to everyone. You walk up to Murphy, “You don’t need to be such a dick. If you wear everyone out, there’s gonna be no one left to work.” You say as he rolls his eyes and walks away.
You walk over to a barrel and grab so water in a makeshift bowl, “Here, don’t listen to Murphy. If you have any problems, just come find me.” You say and hand the kid the water.
“Uhh...Thanks,” He says and takes the water. 
You wander around a bit and help some kids around the camp. You also direct where the walls go up as well. You spend some time helping out until Clarke comes up to you, “Hey we got a bit of a situation. We might need your help with this.”
“Sure,” You respond and follow Clarke into a tent. You find a knife and two fingers on a table along with Bellamy, Octavia, and Jasper in the tent. Clarke inspects the knife, “This knife was made of metal from the dropship.” She states.
“What do you mean?” Jasper questions quietly.
“Who else knows about this?” You ask as Bellamy looks over at you like he was about to ask the same thing.
“No one. We brought it straight here.” Octavia responds looking up at Bellamy and You.
“It means the grounders didn’t kill Wells. It was one of us.” Clarke states as you take notice of Bellamy clenching his jaw.
“So, there’s a murderer in the camp?” Jasper asks, getting more nervous.
“There’s more than one murderer in this camp. This isn’t news. We need to keep this quiet,” Bellamy glances at you.
Clarke starts to make her way over to the opening of the tent before Bellamy stops her, “Be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved. The wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us,” Bellamy starts to explain.
“Oh, good for you, you mean. What keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?” Clarke responds.
“Yeh, that’s it. But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do, just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don’t even know whose knife that is.”
“Oh really?” Clarke brings the knife up. “J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know” She shows the carved initials on the knife and starts to leave the tent again.
“I hate to say it but Bellamy’s right. Telling people who MAY have killed Wells is going to throw this entire camp into chaos again,” You stop her right before the opening. She looks at you with a concerned yet confused look before pushing past you.
“This isn’t gonna go down well,” You sigh, Bellamy nods his head in agreement. You guys follow Clarke out of the tent and to Murphy, “You son of a bitch!” She pushes him.
“What’s your problem?” He asks clearly confused.
“Recognize this?” Clarke holds up the knife.
“It’s my knife. Where’d you find it?” 
“Clarke” You try to turn her away but she just pushes you off.
“Where you dropped it after you killed Wells” She states.
“Where I what?” Murphy gets even more confused.
“Clarke let’s try and figure this out another-” You say before she pushes away harder than the first time.
“The grounders killed Wells, not me.” Murphy confidentially states.
“I know what you did. And you’re gonna pay for it.” Clarke gets closer to Murphy.
“Really? Bellamy, you really believe this crap?” Obviously looking for Bellamy to get him out of this situation, but Bellamy doesn’t even speak a word.
“You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells,” Clarke states.
“Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up”
“Yeah, but you’re the only one who got in a fight with him,” Clarke yells louder.
“Yeah, I didn’t kill him then, either. I mean Y/N definitely made sure of that. But I wasn’t even planning on killing him anyway,” Murphy defends.
“Tried to kill Jasper too,” Octavia adds from beside you.
“Not helping, O,” You whisper in her ear as you catch Bellamy’s intense glare towards his sister.
“Come on this is ridiculous. I don’t have to answer to you. I don’t have to answer to anyone.” Murphy starts to get louder.
“Come again?” Bellamy questions obviously feeling annoyed that Murphy just questioned his authority. Murphy pauses and seems to immediately regret what he just said, “Bellamy, look, I’m telling you, man. I didn’t do this. Y/N do you believe this?” Looking at you since you seem to be seen as an authoritative figure too.
“They found his fingers on the ground with your knife,” Bellamy says before letting you answer.
“Look, the way I see it. Is that the evidence is outstanding that it was you, Murphy. But I’m not saying that I believe it was.” You say.
“Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules. Does that mean we can kill each other without-- without punishment?” Clarke asks the group surrounding us.
“I already told you. I didn’t kill anyone,” Murphy rebuttals.
“I say we float him,” The water kid from earlier in the sidelines says, the other kids around us start to agree.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” Clarke responds.
“But it kinda sounds like it. I mean punishment on the Ark was to be floated.” You say.
“Why not? He deserves to float. It’s justice.” The water kid says.
“Revenge isn’t justice,” Clarke responds.
“It’s justice. Float him!” The kid starts a chant. The kids start to beat up Murphy, it was almost 20 kids on one. “No! Get off him!” Clarke yells as other kids hold her back. Octavia tries to help him before Bellamy pulls her back from her arm.
The kids tie Murphy’s hands behind his back and gag him. They carry him and throw him down a hill, letting him tumble to the bottom helpless. They continue to beat him up as you take notice of a rope being thrown over a tree. They start to hang Murphy by his neck and hoist him up to a platform of some sort.
“You can stop this! They’ll listen to you!” Clarke comes up to Bellamy and you. 
Bellamy just stares at Murphy struggling, “I’m sorry you started this. You should’ve listened to us.” You say and stand your ground.
“Bellamy! Y/N! You guys should do it.” The water kid tells you guys and starts a chant between both of your names.
“I saw you guys in the woods with Atom. I know you’re not killers. Bellamy, Y/N, don’t do this. Don’t…” Clarke begs, even though she knows why you were locked up. Bellamy starts to make his way towards a hanging Murphy as Clarke continues to beg him to stop. You try to grab his arm but he just barely gets out of your reach. Bellamy then kicks the platform below Murphy, sending him downwards and only hanging from his neck. The crowd erupts into more cheers.
“No, Bellamy, No!” Clarke cries out from in front of you.
“This is on you, Princess. You should’ve kept your mouth shut.” Bellamy pushes Clarke back.
“What the hell are you doing? Cut him down! Charlotte, get out of here now! Cut him down! Get out of my way.” Finn comes in all hero-like as usual as the water kid holds a knife up to Finn.
“Stop! Ok? Murphy didn’t kill Wells! I did!” Charlotte screams over the crowd. You didn’t see that coming. Wells must have been her demon.
“Oh my god,” Clark says, taking the ax from Bellamy’s belt and cuts Murphy down.
Bellamy, Clarke, Finn and you escort Charlotte into a tent to question her, “Bring out the girl, Bellamy!” Murphy yells from outside.
“Why Charlotte?” Bellamy asks her.
“I was just trying to slay my demons like you told me,” She explains as Bellamy stares at her blankly.
“What the hell is she talking about?” Clarke asks urgently.
“She misunderstood me. Charlotte, that is not what I meant.” Bellamy turns to Charlotte.
“Bring the girl out now!” Murphy yells once more from the outside.
“Please don’t let them hurt me.” She begs.
You bend down to her height, “Charlotte, sweetie we won’t,” You say softly and stand up. 
“If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up. Now you stay quiet.” Bellamy says, clearly wanting to protect her.
“Those are your boys out there,” Finn states back.
“This is not my fault. If she listened to us, those idiots would still be building the wall.” Bellamy states, gesturing to Clarke’s actions.
“I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to go with Bellamy on this one. What Clarke said threw the entire group into chaos, just like I said it would.” You inject.
“Oh come on, you always agree with Bellamy,” Finn says.
“Excuse me?! I just try to help keep this group of delinquents from killing each other and actually function as a community. Sometimes Bellamy just knows how to keep us from falling into chaos.” You reply back.
“You want to build a society, Princess? Let’s build a society. Bring her out.” Murphy continues to threaten.
“No! Please, Bellamy, Y/N.” Charlotte says.
“Charlotte, hey, it’s gonna be ok. Just stay with them.” Bellamy tries to calm Charlotte and looks over to Finn and Clarke.
You walk out of the tent with Bellamy and you find yourselves in front of almost the entire camp, “Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us.” Murphy taunts.
“Dial it down and back off,” Bellamy says sternly.
“No need to be such a dick,” You add.
“Or what?” What are you gonna do about me? Hang me?” Murphy asks.
“I was just giving the people what they wanted,” Bellamy explains.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s a good idea. Why don’t we do that right now?” Murphy turns to the crowd. “So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? All in favor?” He asks the crowd and only a few hands go up. 
“I see. So, it’s ok to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk?” Murphy gets louder.
“I’m sorry your little bitch ass, isn’t grateful that she saved your life. Or would you have rather died, strung up like that?” You taunt.
Murphy turns towards you and says nothing, “ Cowards! All of you are cowards!” He turns back to the crowd.
“Hey! Murphy! Murphy. It’s over.” Bellamy walks up to Murphy. 
“Whatever you say, boss,” Murphy says, seeming to let go, but you know that’s not how he works. Bellamy starts to walk away until Murphy picks up a log and smashes it into the back of Bellamy, sending him to the ground, “Son of a bitch! Hey!” Octavia yells trying to get to Murphy but Jasper doesn’t let her. By doing so he gets punched in the face by Murphy.
You try to get Murphy into a headlock but he elbows your wounded stomach and then face before you could lock him in, sending you to the ground too, “ Come on, let’s get the girl.” Murphy motions for others to follow. 
“Charlotte!” Murphy yells as he finds the tent to be empty. “Charlotte, I know you can hear me! And when I find you, you are gonna pay!” 
A few kids around you start to gather supplies in order to go on a manhunt for Charlotte, along with Clarke and Finn as well. You find yourself running through the woods with Bellamy to find Charlotte before Murphy and his goons could. After searching for a little while and the sun went down, you find a small shadow figure in the distance, “That’s gotta be Charlotte,” You whisper very quietly to Bellamy.
He rushes towards her as quietly as possible and grabs her, covering her mouth to make sure she doesn’t make any noise to signal where she is. You and Bellamy drag her through the forest as you hear Murphy yelling in the distance and her fighting back.
“Let me go!” She protests.
“I’m trying… Hey, hey.” Bellamy pulls Charlotte.
“Look Charlotte, we're trying to keep you safe,” You say trying to calm her down.
“I’m not your sister! Just stop helping me!” She continues to protest and runs away yelling out where she is.
You run and grab her, “Are you trying to get us killed?” Bellamy questions her.
“Both of you just go, ok? I’m the one they want.” She explains.
“Ok, Charlotte, listen to me. I won’t leave you. And I know Y/N won’t either.” Bellamy says looking straight at Charlotte.
“We won’t let them hurt you, promise,” You walk up next to them.
“Please, guys.” She says and starts to run again before Bellamy just decides to pick her up and put her over his shoulder, “Murphy! I’m over here!” She pleads as we start to run away again.
You continue to run with Bellamy and Charlotte over his shoulders until you find yourselves at a cliff, “Damn it,” Bellamy breathes heavily as you notice the light approaching.
“Bellamy! Y/N! You cannot fight all of us. Give her up.” Murphy states sternly as the others emerge out of the bushes.
“Maybe not, But I guarantee we’ll take a few of you with us,” Bellamy says as you notice Clarke and Finn making their way out of the bushes.
“Bellamy! Stop!” Clarke yells. “This has gone too far. Just calm down. We’ll talk about this,” She says looking between us and Murphy’s group.
Murphy doesn’t say a word and instead pulls Clarke toward him and puts his knife to her neck, “I’m sick of listening to you talk. I will slit her throat,” Murphy warns as Finn tells Murphy to let Clarke go.
“No, please. Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte begs.
“Don’t hurt her? Ok, I’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go.” Murphy proposes.
“Don’t do it. Charlotte.” Clarke tells her. Charlotte starts to walk forward but both Bellamy and you hold her back, but enough so she doesn’t fall off the cliff. 
“No! No, I have to!” Charlotte screams. She stops struggling after a bit and you keep a hold of her.
“Murphy, This is not happening,” Bellamy states.
“I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.” Charlotte tugs out of your grip, turns around and jumps off the cliff. You, Bellamy, and Clarke lean over the cliff to try and possibly catch her but she’s too far by that point. 
You then rush towards Murphy and tackle him to the ground landing as many punches as you could on him. Bellamy follows quickly after, “ Bellany, Y/N, Stop! You’ll kill him!” Clarke yells as Finn pulls you and then Bellamy off of Murphy.
“Get off me! He deserves to die!” Bellamy states.
“You and him are the reason Charlotte just jumped off of that cliff to her death! Because of what you started!” You scream turning towards Clarke.
“No! We don’t decide who lives and dies. Not down here.” Clarke yells back at you and Bellamy.
“So help me god, If you say the people have a right to decide--” Bellamy starts.
“No, I was wrong before, ok? You and Y/N were right. Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we’re gonna survive down here, we can’t just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.” Clarke states saying she didn’t listen.
“So, you’re gonna be the one to make the rules? Princess?” You respond.
“For now we make the rules, ok?” Clarke replies talking about the three of you.
“So what, then? We just take him back and pretend it never happened?” Bellamy asks.
“We can’t just let him off. He started a manhunt on a little girl,” You state.
“No!” She looks back at Murphy lying on the ground. “We banish him,” Clarke suggests. Bellamy takes a moment before he grabs Murphy from the ground and pulls him to the edge of the cliff, “Bellamy! Stop!” Clarke pleads.
“If I ever catch you near camp, we’ll be back here. Understand?” Bellamy threatens Murphy before throwing him back to the ground.
He turns back to the group, “ As for the four of you, You can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. Your choice.” Bellamy offers before walking off. 
You stand there and wait for a moment, before standing Murphy back up, “Looks like I just kicked your ass...again” You taunt. Murphy tries to go for you but you just punch him in the gut sending him back to the ground.
“Y/N,” Clarke says from behind you, but you ignored her and walked off in Bellamy’s direction.
You make your way back to camp with Bellamy, Clarke, Finn, and the four guys that were with Murphy. After you made it back to camp, You, Clarke and Bellamy gathered everyone who stayed at camp and explained what happened in the forest, “And that’s why we decided to banish him from camp.” Clarke finishes.
“Anybody got a problem with that?” Bellamy questions the group, but no answers were given. The group started to disperse. You find yourself in the Dropship with Clarke, Finn, Monty, Jasper, and Octavia to find out if Monty’s homemade communication device works. 
“Will we be able to talk to them?” Clarke asks Monty as he works on the finishing touches.
“No, more like Morse code,” Monty responds. “You want to do the honors?” Monty turns to ask Jasper.
Jasper moves closer as Monty hands him a red wire and points to the port where the wire needs to be put. Jasper carefully plugs it in but instead of a communication device, you’re greeted with sparks and crackling from the electronics.
“What happened?” Clarke asks Monty as he inspects it.
“It didn’t work. I think we fried all the wristbands.” Monty explains. Finn leaves the Dropship and Clarke follows.
Octavia goes and talks with Jasper as you try to help Monty inspect the wristband even though you know almost nothing about electronics, but wanted to lend a helping hand. Monty taps on your arm and points to your right,  you look over to Octavia kissing Jasper and walk away. Monty decides to take a break and so you follow Octavia out.
You head into your tent and get ready to sleep, as you no longer wanted to deal with anyone anymore, “Y/N?” You hear Bellamy’s voice outside your tent. 
You make your way to the opening, “Yeh?” You ask.
“I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright, you got hit pretty hard,” He says softly.
“So did you. But I’m tougher than I look. I can take a punch or two,” You scoff as you take your jacket off, revealing some bruises and cuts. You notice Bellamy looking up and down at your arms.
“Where did those come from?” Bellamy refers to your bruised and cut up arms.
“Ummm… probably just some kids when they were beating Murphy up and running through the forest,” You explain but notice the concerned look on his face. “I’m fine. If I can handle a shock lash on the Ark. I’m sure I can handle some punches and cuts.” 
“Ummm...Thanks for, uh, sticking by me today.” Bellamy says quieter.
“I was just following my gut and what seemed right. What Clarke did was wrong and what I said would’ve happened, is what exactly happened. I wouldn’t have stuck with you if I thought it was wrong or a bad idea.” You explain.
“Well, what you did out there today. It really showed that you can help lead this group. And keep them from well, killing each other.” Bellamy states back.
“I don’t know about that. I don’t really think I kept anyone from killing anybody. If anything, I almost killed Murphy, I’m pretty sure,” 
“You helped Charlotte from getting hurt by Murphy-”
“But she still died, “ You sigh.
“That’s not my point. My point is that you have the skills to help Clarke and I lead this group of kids. Trust me they listen to you, I’ve seen it.”
“Maybe because I seem like one of your groupies,” You scoff.
“I know that you’re not and they do too. And if they won’t listen, then we’ll make them. My point is that you’re an important person in this group and we can’t function without you.” Bellamy explains as you sigh heavily.
“I just don’t know if I can do this with you and Clarke. I don’t know if I can handle the pressure of all these kids relying on me. I’ve been in lockup for so long, I feel like I barely know how to act around people much less lead a group of kids.” You sigh.
“You’ll get the hang of it. Besides, you’ll have Clarke and me. You’re not alone,” He says and brushes your arm with his hand. You give him a slight smile as he leaves your tent.
A/N: I finally wrote and got a part out on time, let’s just hope I can continue. I hope you guys enjoy this part. I think/hope I’ll finally actually get parts out on Friday like I decided. I’ve just been busy and a little lazy since school ended tbh. Thanks for reading! P.S. sorry for any typos, I think I fixed most but i’m not sure.
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24! ☀️
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24: ‘my child’
this one is perhaps a bit long but i do love this a lot. hope you enjoy! also, would recommend this absolutely gorgeous song to accompany your reading!
The end of war is a feeling as much as it is a moment, Yaz is discovering. It is a shared feeling, something so innate to a people, it is impossible to feel on your own. When the final order is given, the last papers are signed, and the last casualty breathes their final breath, there is all at once, and slowly, a burgeoning emotion.
It grows and grows. A new dawn: first comes the birds, the heralders of the new way; then the light creeps in. It will illuminate everything, even the things best thought of in shadow. But it is inevitable, and it is graceful.
When it illuminates the worst, it does not so do out of glee. It does so as an imploring—an attempt to make new a bitterly fought moment.
They all feel it, thrumming through their veins. This call of grace, this call to begin again.
In the battlefield, the four of them had held hands. They had witnessed the passing of war, and watched a new world begin.
Their tent, adjacent to the Commander General for their now-defunct role as brokers of peace, is gradually being illuminated in the same dawn light as every tent on this battlefield. And like the others, the material is not thick enough to blot it out. It creeps, but it is sure.
Yaz watches the slow brightening, the way one follows the curious journey of a single insect, focusing on every detail she can observe. For two days, her head has been full of nothing but war: the clashes, the screams, the consequences. There is something liberating about this—the chance for small things to be given equal eight once more.
The orange of the tent is lightening, from a dull and shade to something rich, vibrant. She feels her own vibrancy in it.
To her left, Ryan and Graham snoring away in their sleeping bags. The Doctor, she can hear, is in the front section, possibly fiddling with something or other. In moments of quiet, she usually is.
And Yaz is content to let the morning stay that way, to find richness in the slow, but the morning has other plans.
Outside, on the battlefield, she hears a child crying.
They must be crying loudly for the sound to reach them inside the tent. Many tents, in fact, with the way they have been clustered together. But these are soldiers, generals—not families. This kid must be lost. Her heart pangs for them.
Five minutes later, and the child’s cries have turned into weepy calls for their father. They sound young, so young, and no one is going to help.
What is this world, this new, hopefully world, if no one will help a child?
Yaz crawls through to the front section to find her shoes—and sees the Doctor doing the same. Quick fingers tie up her boots laces, and Yaz gets to work on her own.
When she looks up, finished, the Doctor is smiling at her. Two days’ worth of mud and hard work are showing on her clothes, her coat torn at the edges. But she looks as bright as ever. ‘The others?’ she wonders, her voice still a whisper.
‘Asleep,’ Yaz confirms. She nods at the Doctor’s boots. ‘You gonna look for the kid too?’
‘Of course.’ Something flashes in her eyes: sadness, but not just. ‘This is no place for a child.’
The kid is difficult to spot amongst the sea of orange; the sides of the tents dance in the whipping wind, as do their flags, and each movement is distracting. So, too, are the sentries who patrol the thin pathways between the rows of tents; most of them are in an early-morning daze, rendered almost useless by the cessation of war. There would be a perfect haze of suspension, a potent need to wait—if it were not for the child.
‘Papo!’ the child calls. Yaz grabs the Doctor’s arm. They are much closer now.
In the midst of war’s debris, they find her. Clad in what Yaz has to assume are pyjamas, she trails a blanket in the churned up mud, turning white cotton to mucky brown. Her light blue eyes are bright with tears like little crystals, her face puffy from crying, she staggers between the tents, searching.
Sniffing, unharmed, and innocent. At the sight of her, Yaz’s heart aches.
They walk towards her slowly, aware of her eyes on them. The entire time, doleful but curious. Yaz smiles as she bends down in front of her, waving a quick hello. The Doctor grins at her, but she is busy scanning the immediate area for any disturbances.
‘Heya,’ Yaz starts. ‘I’m Yaz. And this is my—’ she clears her throat ‘—this is the Doctor. It’s lovely to meet you! What’s your name?’
The girl pouts at her, assessing her. Eventually, she answers. ‘Vay.’
‘I love your name; it’s beautiful,’ Yaz smiles, and Vay brightens, just a little. ‘You look a little lost. Are you trying to find your Papo?’
It upsets Vay, who sniffles again. ‘Moma said I could see him today but I dunno where he is.’
Yaz nods. ‘Would you like us to help you, Vay? We know some important people who can find your Papo for you. Only, it’s very early in the morning and no one else is awake yet. D’you want to come with us?’
Vay takes a moment to consider this, but eventually she does accept, reaching for Yaz’s hand. Yaz breathes a sigh of relief.
Vay warms to the two of them quickly. She likes the way the Doctor talks, quick and fast and silly. She appreciates Yaz picking her up and keeping her close. Yaz is warm and kind and always asks if Vay is okay with what they’re doing.
They try their hardest to make Vay feel safe, on this battlefield with countless lives lost around them.
Back at the tent, Yaz introduces their new companion to Graham and Ryan, who are barely awake. Ryan is still groggy and moody, but Graham pushes away his exhaustion to play granddad.
The Doctor pulls Yaz to one side. ‘I’ve scanned her,’ she informs her quietly. ‘She’s not using a cloaking device, or a perception filter, and she’s not a different species.’
‘So she’s a child,’ Yaz says, a brow arched.
‘She’s a child. But you never know, Yaz! Some aliens are wily like that,’ the Doctor protests. ‘Anyway, her father will definitely be in one of these tents. That’s why she’s here, or at least why she’s been close, because according to the Renshaw Law these lot passed two centuries ago, children aren’t allowed anywhere near a battlefield.’
‘Which means she’s walked a long way,’ Yaz surmises.
The Doctor nods. ‘From the timeframe we’re working on, her mum was given clearance as soon as the war ended, last night. That means they’re family to a high-ranking official; they’re always the first to see loved ones.’
She looks as if she is about to say something else. There is a curious light in her eyes.
Yaz dismisses what she was about to say, and asks, ‘What?’ instead.
The Doctor simply smiles. ‘Just—you’re amazing, Yasmin Khan. You’re bringing a family back together. I’m very proud.’
Yaz flushes.
Even though the five of them can hear the squadrons around them waking up, the four adults know that no one will be ready yet. This is peacetime, and everything here is loose. The light may be here but the morning isn’t ready yet, so they stay, and wait for the first calls of action.
It helps, too, that Vay is a little charmer. Now fully awake, Ryan has been won over in an instant—but she is staying by Yaz’s side, so he volunteers to wash Vay’s blanket and win over her affection that way. Whilst Vay waits for her blanket to return, she allows herself to be entertained by Yaz’s tickles and silly faces. The Doctor supplies her with a few custard creams from her coat pocket—‘For breakfast!’ she grins—and Vay takes an immediate liking to them.
In a free moment, when Vay has launched herself, yet again, at Graham, Yaz notices the Doctor watching her. She doesn’t feel embarrassed, just settled. She smiles back.
Ryan returns half an hour later with a sopping wet blanket, but it is clean and Vay is delighted. Light is everywhere now, indistinguishable from the world, and the morning is warming up. So, it seems, is everyone else: pots are cooking hearty breakfasts, strips of meat and boiled grains. As they leave the tent, the smell of food hits Yaz square in the stomach, and it growls impatiently.
In her arms, Vay wriggles around to poke Yaz’s belly. Crystal-blue eyes narrow and she grins a growl in response.
Yaz laughs. ‘Perfect!’
The Commander General’s tent is far larger than theirs, and already busy with personnel. Any snippets of conversation that reach Yaz’s ears tell her they are co-ordinating the extracting programme. They are going home.
The five of them are not noticed by anyone, until the Commander General himself bustles through his throng of people. He is busy asking an adviser questions when he alights on Vay—and freezes.
Vay immediately perks up. ‘Papo!’ she crows delightedly. Yaz lets her to the ground, and she runs, wet blanket in hand.
She is in his arms in an instant. He scoops her up and swings her about, beaming. This commander, always hard and unfeeling the previous week, is sobbing as he reunites with his daughter.
There are tears in his eyes. Yaz’s heart squeezes at the sight. This man could have died today—but the war is over, and here he is.
She feels a hand take hers, and looks to her side to see the Doctor beaming at her.
‘Where did you find her?’ he demands. ‘My little miracle.’ Vay giggles, recognising the phrase.
‘We found her wandering the field,’ the Doctor starts. ‘Early dawn, by herself. Very brave.’
‘She was calling for her Papo,’ Yaz adds. ‘We kept her safe until we could find her dad.’
‘S’pose that turned out to be you,’ Graham says.
‘Yes. Yes, that’s me. Thank you,’ the Commander General breathes. ‘I cannot thank you enough. My child, my child.’ He kisses the top of her head. ‘My child.’
Leaving Vay is harder than Yaz expected it to be. But Vay is curious and silly and she is safe, at last, on this battlefield, with her Papo.
Vay doesn’t want them to leave, either. But when she understands they must, she gives Yaz her blanket.
Yaz leaves with tears in her eyes. Happy.
They don’t wait around. As the day beckons, so does the TARDIS; so does the rest of their lives. They are glad, at least, to be leaving on a successful note.
It could have been much, much worse.
Before closing the doors to the TARDIS, she takes one last look at the field. So much violence, and bloodshed, and loss—but hope now, too. A new world is waking up, a good world, where a child will find their father. And she is grateful for it.
Round the TARDIS console, Ryan teases his granddad about Vay defeating him in a tickle fight. The Doctor is typing up a destination onto the screen: Sheffield, Earth, 2020.
Silently, Yaz walks up to her. In one hand, she has bundled Vay’s blanket, cold in her palm. With the other, she reaches out for the Doctor.
The Doctor looks up and smiles. And links their fingers together.
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mokkemusic · 4 years
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HANANENE PLAYLIST!
 Ok so technically this is both Toilet Bound Hanako Kun and Hananene but the majority is Hananene so we are just gonna go with that. My best friend @thehopeelias got me thinking about this. She’s an artist and when she draws she has specific music playlists she listen to depending on what she’s drawing. So I decided to do the same thing as I attempt to work on some Hanako/Hananene drawings and figured I’d catalog and share this here with youtube links if I can provide them. 
So here's my playlist!
No particular order some songs are in English some in Japanese and some are English covers to the original Japanese Songs. 
1) Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun - Opening Full『No.7 - Jibaku Shounen Band - x
1b) Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun - Opening Full『No.7 - Cover by Raon Lee - x
2) Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ED『Tiny Light』- Akari Kito - x
2b) Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ED『Tiny Light』- Cover by Raon Lee - x
3) [Music Box] Tiny Light - Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ED - x
4) 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 - 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 - x
Another version I like of the this same song
5) Fly Me To The Moon - Lofi Cover (Prod. YungRhythm) - x
6) YOASOBI- Racing into the Night - x
7 & 8 are two versions of the same song. 7 has the english lyrics subbed in the video. I have to be honest I had to look up the lyrics before posting this to make sure it was .. ok. But after listening to it. My chest felt tight! This is so much a Hananene song you have no idea :,) 
7) [EngSub] Asu no Yozora Shoukaihan [Yuaru] - x
8) Asuno Yosora Patrol Group [Original] - x
9) Lemon / Genshi Yonezu (Full Covered by Koba Solo & Spring Tea) - x
10) Maggie Mugiyoshi / Raku Nyan-Summertime (Cover: Cinnamons) (Arrange Ver.) - x
11 & 12 originally come from this incredible animator who I saw make TBHK animatics on youtube however the songs from their animations got deleted :( so I had to look up the songs used myself going through the comments section and doing a little digging beforehand. But it was worth it these songs are phenomenal!<3
11) Hachigatsu, Bou, Tsukiakari - Yorushika with eng sub) - x
12) Yorushika - Ano Natsu Ni Sake [ Nightcore ] - x
13) Billie Eilish - lovely (Lyrics) ft. Khalid - x
14) You are the reason cover - Olivia Penalva - x
15 is personally my favorite Hananene insp English songs. Someone did an amv with them using this that broke my entire heart! 
15) I Get To Love You - Ruelle - x
16)  I Wouldn't Mind - Nightcore - x
17) Taisetsu na Hito tachi e - [Kasamura Toota ft.Miku] - x
18 & 19 two different versions of the same song. One is a cover & 1 is the original. 
18) Anata no Yoru ga Akeru Made (cover) - x
19) Anata no Yoru ga Akeru Made / feat. IA ( & Fukase ) - x
20) Ama no Jaku - Akie - x
21) Kimi to Hikari / 君と光 - Yuiko Oohara - x
22 and 23 are both covers of Eine Kleine one is a 23 is a Japanese cover and 24 is an english cover. The english cover of this song links back to a TBHK animatic on youtube the original singer of this cover is in their own youtube description. But this is how I found this gorgeous song so I’m linking it back to this. 
22) Eine Kleine (Japanese Cover) - Kobasolo - x
23) Eine Kleine (English Cover) - Rachie - x
So thats my playlist so far.. I’ll probably add more to it. But for now hope you enjoy! :)  
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