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intotherumiverse · 3 years

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Chapter 1

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The day I was first killed was tedious.

When you’re raised in the Summer Court, certain traditions are found there. When you are five you receive your first dagger. I almost hit my lessons teacher in the eye with that little stunt I pulled. When you are 10 they start with basic strength, endurance, and speed training. I beat up Katsuki Bakugou for making fun of me that year. When you’re really curious, they take you up for assassination training. I was a prodigy at it…

I got so good in fact that I climbed the ranks at the young tender age of 18. Summer Court likes tradition, yes, but I was something unprecedented, unorthodox. Something bigger.

Working for the Summer Court had its perks, yes. This was one of them. As I walked among the snakes of the Autumn Court, I felt a curl of unease flow through me. Yvonne, the one who usually handles our information, said that our biggest client’s rival was supposed to be at the ball. As if that makes my life any easier. Everyone wanted someone from the Autumn Court dead. But no one wanted to be seen doing it. Looking at the throng of people, laughing and talking amongst themselves, I smirk slightly.

‘Autumn Court sure has a lot of balls.’ I thought to myself snidely. ‘ I wonder what they could be celebrating this time’ Before I had time to dwell on the thought any longer, the familiar voice of one of my good friends (not to mention on my team) Amira trickles through.

“Why does everyone in this Autumn Court look bummy?” The rude question isn’t uncommon for Amira, though I wish she chose her moments.

“You’re not supposed to say shit like that out loud!”Mina, another teammate (and good friend) jokes.

Stifling up a laugh, and not wanting to attract attention, I whisper back “If both of you don’t shut the fuck up...”

“This is why I don’t work with them” Yvonne sighs into the mic. She was the best informant Summer Court has ever had, and I was always grateful she was on my team. “They never take shit seriously.”

“Neither do you, Von, shut up!”

“Swear to Nyx if y’all don’t shut up, we can leave right now.”

“Fine…” they all chorus in my ear and I hear silence for the first time.

My eyes scan the crowd of people carefully, assessing each one before seeing my target. But before I could move into place, a flash of green appeared at the corner of my eye.

“Oh fuck no…”

I hated many things. The horrid smell of rotting flesh, bugs, failing my parents. But above all else, I hated a specific person. And if he’s here tonight…

Well, it would make my life harder.

Sighing softly, I weave slowly through the crowd, not letting the clammy bodies touch me. Eventually, I make my way down to the main floor. Making sure that my ears were covered, I attempted to get closer to the target, feeling for the poison that was in the many pockets of the dress.

I feel someone touch my shoulder lightly and it takes everything in me to not grab the person’s arm and twist it. Instead, I turn around slowly, facing to meet lavender eyes.

Fuck. Hitoshi Shinsou, Autumn Court’s Master Interrogator. If he was here, then…

“A dance m’lady?” He doesn’t seem to recognize me as he stoops into a low bow, eyes scanning my face

“Oh, he's kinda cute!” Mira whispers into the com.

“I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?” His voice breaks through the mumble of the communicator.

“Well, I’m certainly not old.” That incites a chuckle from him.

“A lady with secrets, my favorite kind.” I scan the floor seeing the target get farther and farther away. I needed to get out of this situation and out of here.

“The dance?” I quirk my lips up into a smile.

And with that, we dance. He wasn’t a terrible dancer, spinning me ‘round the floor with a grace that only the Upper Ranks could achieve. I let myself get caught up in the dance, losing myself in the flow of the music.

“(Y/n). The mission” Yvonne’s voice echoes in my ear as I’m snapped back to reality. Right, the mission.

I suddenly pretended Shinsou stepped on my foot. Bending over in faux agony and forcing tears to come to my eyes, Shinsou fumbles at my pain. I feel a small pang of guilt, looking at his distressed face.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He leads me over to a small sitting area, not a far distance from my target. Watching Shinsou get lost in the crowd I make my move.

I walked over, inching closer and closer to my target. There was a glass of ale his hand was resting on, delicate fingers winding around the glass. Pulling a small pill from one of the many pockets of my dress, I place it carefully into the glass. Making my way back across the room, I watch as my target drinks the ale ‘till it’s empty to my original position.

‘Spring Court has its uses’, I thought smiling to myself.

“All right, This is an Upper-Rank Investigation!”

Oh, come the fuck on. And right when I was leaving too.

A male voice rings out in the middle of the confused court members. I recognized that voice…

“(Y/n), get out of there!” Mina says into the communicator. “Working on it.” Shit. Why were Upper-Rank boot lickers here? Shit, this was bad, I needed to get out of there.

I back away from the door slowly, trying not to bring attention to myself. A hand came out and gripped the back of my arm.

“Where do you think you’re going, Summer Court scum” the hot and familiar voice of Shinsou rings in my ear. I grit my teeth, fearing to say anything due to their power.

He rips the comm from my ear, and upon hearing the cries from my friends, crushes it

“We have suspicion to believe that a Summer Court Assassin is here. Nobody moves, this will take a couple of minutes.”

And then I see him. The bane of my existence, everything in me sings in disgust and anger, as I try not to lunge at him. Izuku Midoriya. The heir to the Autumn throne. And my worst nightmare.

“No need,” Shinsou calls out, a smirk gracing his features. “I got ‘er right here”

His cold green eyes bore into me as he smiles. “There she is! My favorite assassin (Y/n)! It’s good to see you again honey.” His voice was like syrup, undoubtedly sticky and sweet. The heady sound of hypnosis.

“Seize her guards! We finally got the infamous (Y/n), top assassin of the Summer court.” The guards move hesitantly like they were afraid. I hope so because they should be. Then everything happens all I once. I pull myself out of Shinsou’s grip, running towards the exit, which happens to be, in front of me.

“Lucky me,” I smile unsheathing the concealed daggers slipping them into my hands “Looks like the Prince brought me toys to play with.”

Oh, how I missed fighting. The rush of dodging and weaving never knowing if my next move is going to be my last. The feel of the blades in my hands as I cut down opponents, watching their terrified faces fall to the ground one by one. It fills me with so much strength knowing that I’m so much better than them.

And then my leg got nicked. The sharp sting of pain de-railing my train of thought.

“Fuck,” I yelled out loud as more soldiers descended upon me. They threw my daggers away from me first, restraining my wrists and upper arm for no movements. They forced me to my knees, and I look around at the now-empty ballroom. The heavy smell of iron and salt dancing in the air as the blood of the fallen soldiers surround me. I wasn't squeamish, but I didn't really want to ruin my dress.

Footsteps echo towards me, the clanking of boots reverbing in my head. A gloved hand grips my chin, forcing me to look up. Green eyes bore into mines. “Hi love,” Izuku smiles at my grimace at the nickname. “Quite a mess you’ve made of my soldiers. Now, look at the extra work you’ve given me. They were good people. Honest. And now-”

“None of us are honest,” I spit the words at him “You know that better than me.”

“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Now here’s the deal, pet. I will have to take you in now. You have made quite a name for yourself and have to turn you in. Nothing personal”

“With you? Everything’s personal.”

Letting go of my chin, Izuku stands once more.

“You might be right (Y/n). You’ll have a lot of time to reflect in your jail cell. Now sleep.” That was the last thing I heard before my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.

Mira’s Pov

I rip the communicator from my ear in anger, slamming the tiny black device onto the table.

“Taking your anger out on our stuff isn’t going to make (Y/n) come back.”

I look over to the blank face of Von, rolling my eyes. (Y/n) got caught and by our intel (and the fact the Hitoshi Shinsou was there) were knew that the Autumn Court had taken her. And now the issue was how we were going to get her back.

“I mean,” Mina’s voice pops up, the small twinge of hope laced throughout her words. “Why can’t we just go in and take her back?”

“Because Summer isn’t really on good terms with Autumn”

“Are we really on good terms with anyone?” Summer Court’s standing had always been rocky with the others. We were always called the lowest, doing everyone’s dirty job, but in fact, we knew more about the other Courts than everyone else. People fear what they don’t understand and hate what they fear.

But these last few years, Autumn’s seemed to have a personal grudge with us. No one knew the exact details but it was something involving (Y/n) and the prince of Autumn.

“They’d kill us on the spot if they knew who we were” Von’s voice cuts in through my thoughts.

“But don’t they realize they kidnapped the princess? This is asking for war!” Mina was right. If (Y/n) got hurt it wouldn’t just be her parents that got mad.

“Who’s going to tell Bakugou?” I ask softly. The van is quiet as we all debated internally.

“Well, I’m not doing it. I actually like living and being here. You can fight it over if you two have a death wish.”

I shake my head at Von, signaling that I won’t do it either. Bakugou’s temper was infamous and when it comes to people he loves, there was no telling what he would do.

“Fuck y’all. Now I have to go deal with the dumbass wrecking ball. If I get hurt, y’all gonna pay Spring Court to heal me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you dodge fast enough, or you’ll actually get hurt.” Mina gives me a small smile in sympathy.

Sighing I head to the front of the car. We had to make it back before Autumn found us too. I’d never hear the end of it from the king if we also got caught.

And with that, we drive off, chaos awaiting us in the Summer Court.

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titaniasfics · 3 years

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prompt: wandavision au

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Vision: you light up my life. the feelings i have for you are like electric

Wanda: you are an absolute Vision, a spectacle on this earth

In which a card game among friends turns into declarations so sweet, everyone gets cavities. Luckily, they’re too drunk to care. Loosely based on the game, Cards Against Humanity. I just made a lot of stuff up. It’s really tons of silliness and banter, with a thirsty witch and her synthezoid in the middle.

Note: I wrote the whole drabble before I noticed that the prompt requested was for a WandaVision AU. I kept a copy of the prompt to write as the original requester intended. I also adjusted one of the lines of dialogue. It made my grammar bone hurt. I hope this works just the same.

Comedians

“I’m the dealer,” Sam exclaims, taking the cards from Rhodey. “I’ll pass them out.”

“You were the dealer last time. What is it with you always wanting to be the dealer?” Rhodey asks.

“That was then. This is now. You in, or are you gonna keep whining?”

The whole team is sprawled around a large chabudai table Tony insisted on buying, complete with enormous cushions upholstered in bright, multi-colored patterns which bring a smattering of rainbow brightness to the otherwise ultramodern blandness of the Avenger’s compound. Wanda sits close to Vision, her leg pressed into the warmth of his as she sips a caipirinha from a large batch she made as her contribution to the the party. She feels dreamy. Happy. And all she wants to do is climb on Vision’s lap, maybe keep kissing him the way they’d done earlier that day. And yesterday. And the day before that. Everything between them was so new, she had a hard time focusing on the game, her concentration drawn to the person next to her.

“You are staring, darling,” Vision murmurs, making an excellent show of analyzing his cards. “Trying to get a leg-up on my hand?”

“Yes,” Wanda nods in mock seriousness, dropping her voice. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Completely focused on your…hand…” She raises her eyebrow.

“I see the caipirinha is having quite the effect on you.”

“It’s not the caipirinha having that effect,” she smiles coyly.

“Ah,” he drops his voice even lower, “so you are flirting with me because…”

Wanda’s voice goes as low as his. “Because I like you.”

Vision’s smile gets big and stupid, much more of a giveaway than anything she’s saying. “Well, if that is the case, carry on.”

Wanda giggles behind her hand, grateful that everyone is too busy watching Sam and Rhodey bicker to pay them any mind.

“Have some respect,” Rhodey growls. “I’m older than you AND I outrank you.”

“Oh, you’re old, alright. I hear those ancient bones creaking all the way over here.”

“You did deal last time,” Natasha reminds Sam, winking at Rhodey, who drops his head, shoulders heaving in amusement.

“Watch this,” Vision murmurs before raising his voice to be heard by Sam. “I have an equation.”

“No, no, no. Don’t you start with that nonsense. Just pick up your cards and play, okay?” Sam practically leaps to his feet, making a mess of dealing the cards over Rhodey’s open guffaws. “Talking about those equations. Nobody wants to hear all that.”

“I’d like to hear all that. Tell me all about your equation.” Wanda asks, wondering how far she can push Sam.

Sam points at her, his eyes glittering after inhaling three caipirinhas’s in a row. “You see, you encourage him. That’s the problem. That’s why he’s all ‘Equations this, equations that,’” he mimics. “Just pick up your cards.”

Wanda’s yelp of mock offense is drowned out by Natasha and Rhodey’s laughter. Nobody actually cares if Sam starts the game or not, but it’s fun to get him going and even Vision is swallowing a smirk, evidence that he’s really gotten the hang of getting Sam’s goat as well.

“Who wants treats?” Tony says, carrying a tray of Jell-O shots in multiple colors from the kitchen.

“Did you make those?” Steve takes a shot, sniffing it. “Okay, my eyes are watering.”

“We made them,” Pepper says, grabbing one and downing it like it’s water. “Ooh, yeah, that’s how you do it.”

“If there was any doubt you were made for each other,” Steve says, hissing after swallowing a bright yellow shot.

Eventually, the shots are passed around and even though Wanda doesn’t usually mix drinks, she does take a bright red one that tastes like ripe cherries. Everyone is buzzing happily as they match up their cards.

Wanda glances at her hand, considering how to make something meaningful out of her cards. She lines them up, turning them over and over, but they are nothing more than drivel.

You light up… has nothing to do with any of the cards she’s holding.

“I’m going to lose this round,” she moans, grabbing two random cards and handing them to Sam.

“No worries. I will be victorious for both of us,” Vision says, turning in his as well.

Carefully, Sam arranges each set before reading out the black card and the answers.

“You light up like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Your chicken nugget is like electricity. What did my eyes just read?”

“Hey, I got a bad hand,” Clint complains.

“Yeah, what is with you and chicken nuggets?” Nat teases, elbowing him in the side.

Sam scoops up the next pair, reading the combo out loud. “You light up like a 4th of July boat on fire. “Your erotic asphyxiation is like electricity? The hell?”

Tony frowns. “What was I supposed to do with erotic asphyxiation?”

“That’s a question for Pepper, not for me.” Sam snaps back before reading a few more, each more ridiculous than the previous one until he gets to the last one. “Will you lookie-lookie here. Somebody is in their feels. I do believe I found the winning combination.” Sam clears his throat, making sure everyone can hear.

“You light up my life; The feelings I have for you are like electricity.’”

“Oooooh,” everyone chimes in.

“That’s so sweet,” Pepper breathes dreamily. “It’s like a poem.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need another shot to wash that down,” Clint says, downing another mandarin-colored Jell-O shot. “My chicken nugget was better.”

“Alright, alright, who’s gonna claim these points?” Sam asks.

“Those would be mine,” Vision answers, arranging his winning cards perfectly on the felt before him. “That was for you, by the way,” he whispers.

Wanda beams, her hand snaking under the unbelievably low table to squeeze his leg. “And you are an absolute Vision, a spectacle on this earth.”

Vision covers her hand with his, leaning in very close, and the words, the drinks, his nearness to her, making the whole world turn upside down, but in a good way. “You should have saved that for our game.”

Wanda shakes her head. “No, those words are only for you. And with my luck, I’ll never get two cards together that make any sense.”

Vision’s smile brightens again – she doesn’t remember him ever smiling so much before today.

“You better not be playing hide the synthetic zucchini down there, Wanda,” Tony says, his eyes bright with too many Jell-O shots.

“Don’t listen to him,” Pepper slurs, her pale cheeks pink. “He says the sweetest things to me all the time.”

Tony raises a wobbly finger as if he could erase the comment like an oversized pencil eraser. “Okay, you can’t…no,” Tony protests. “I have a reputation to maintain. I am Iron Man.”

“You’re a big, old cuddly wubbly is what you are,” Natasha cackles.

“Iron Man,” he repeats, rubbing his eyes. “Not cuddly. Not cuddly at all.”

“You will never live this down,” Natasha retorts, putting another Jell-O shot out of its misery.

“And you had to go give her ammunition,” Tony complains to a very woozy Pepper, who leans her head on his shoulder.

“Another round,” Steve says, looking almost as sober as Vision. “I’m dealing. Let’s go.”

He shuffles the cards, passing them around until he gets to Wanda, freezing with her card in hand.

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you two, aren’t I?” Steve says, dropping his voice so only they can hear. He points at Wanda and Vision and she realizes his sobriety is only an illusion. “I know what’s what.”

Wanda is about to say something to the effect of he doesn’t need to worry about keeping an eye on two grown adults, but Vision simply leans forward, sliding the card carefully from Steve’s grasp. “It must be a relief to know that you have not completely forgotten what ‘what’s what’ looks like after all these years,” Vision calmly responds, passing the card to Wanda.

Steve narrows his eyes at him. “Did you just insinuate that I haven’t…gotten any in a long time?”

Vision shrugs, a mannerism Wanda has never seen before, and decides she really likes it. Like his sense of humor, his kindness, his million-watt smile. “I would never presume to know the particulars of your romantic escapades on the rare occasions you leave the compound, Captain.”

Steve stares at him for a few beats, the tension tightening as if on corkscrews until he breaks into loud laughter and continues to deal the cards, murmuring “Even the robot’s got jokes.”

#marvel mcu #marvel fanfiction #scarletvision #drabble #prompt request #thanks anon!#fanfic #anon request #oneshot #wanda maximoff #vision #mcu #tita writes

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asterythm · 5 years

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I am hiding in the corner at the biggest trial of the fall I could stay right here or disappear and nobody’d even notice at all

So excited to finally be bringing this cover to you guys! I’ve had this audio sitting in my computer taking up space for actual months now, so I figured it was high time I publish it. Now, this is far from perfect (yes, I am aware that the vocal and instrumental tracks go stupidly out of sync at one point) but... what can I say? I'm actually decently happy with the final product.

The incredible artwork for this video was done by @theobsessor1 , and you can find the post that inspired all this on @theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly‘s blog (or read the original lyrics here).

Lyrics/tags under the cut!

I am hiding in the corner at the biggest trial of the fall I could stay right here or disappear and nobody’d even notice at all

I’m a creeper in the corner ‘cause a snake showed up to impersonate But I wonder if it would be for the best if he simply were to take my place?

Everything felt fine When I was part of a team Now through no fault of mine I’ve no chance to be re~deemed

Now I’m just Logan in the corner Logan in the corner at a trial I’m on the bench again

Logan in the corner Logan in the corner at a trial Does no one care for the brain?

I’m waiting it out ‘til they’ll listen to me I’m taking down notes that they’ll never see, I’m just Logan the outdated Logan the least favourite Logan in the corner by himself

I am listening, but they aren’t They’re just benching me in hopes I’ll shut up Arguments exchanged, objections to be made But at no point will they call me back up

And I’m hearing the name Max Stirner; information that I knew “I know! I know! Please, please, pick me!” But my [REDACTED] sink ‘Cause it makes me think I won’t get to speak again until the video’s through

Now it’s just Logan in the corner Logan in the corner at a trial I’m more than “logic”, you’d see

Logan in the corner Logan in the corner at a trial I wish you cared about me

I’ll wait as long as I need ‘Til I’m needed for once I’d love to intercede But I’m stuck playing the dunce

I’m just Logan the outdated, Logan the least favourite Logan in the corner by himself!

Back, forth, back, forth They’re gonna start to shout soon Back, forth, back, forth I wish they’d let me out soon Back, forth, back, forth It sucks you left me here alone Back, forth, back, forth Here in this justice battlezone

Shout, shout, shout, shout I feel the pressure blowing up Doubt, doubt, doubt, doubt My big mistake – not showing up

Crash, crash, crash, crash The gavel knocks against the wood And that’s the end of the falsehoods I go to rise up by the stairs But there’s already Someone there

And I can’t help but yearn For a part in my own show

And then I look all around But I can’t hear a sound Not a voice calls out, “Don’t go”

… At a trial Is there a sadder sight than Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Logan in the corner at a trial No, it’s quite alright

I’ll just keep my mouth closed and I’ll fade away No need to stick around if I can’t participate I’m just Logan in the backseat ‘Cause they’d sooner trust Deceit There for exposition That’s his only position Logan the outdated, Logan the least favourite Logan in the corner by himself

All by himself

You don’t even know that liar’s name But somehow you prefer him all the same

#logan sanders #ts logan #sanders sides #sanders sides cover #thomas sanders #spec made something #spectral sings #< hopefully i'll be using that tag a lot more in the future :)#tw deceit sanders #tw deceit #tw deceit mention #logan in the corner #500

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glasyasbutch · 4 years

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playlist: craving & manic

link to playlist (on spotify)

1. Oh Girl You’re the Devil by MIKA

And I said follow me, whoever you want to be / Don’t care where you go as long you stay with me

MIKA kin song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The individual persona verses fit Craving (”girl with a bag full of hearts and the devil’s eyes”) much better than Manic but the general VIBES are just ... magnifique. It’s a song about people sticking together because the world hates them. Also like, devil themes ... tieflings ..... you get it.

I also just rly like the closing lines being “She’s a bad, bad girl, a very bad girl, he’s a bad, bad boy, a very bad boy” cause yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. Deal With It by GIRLI

We walk in, you stare at us, we find it hilarious / We came here to tear it up, we’re here to tear it up / Lights on, we roll up, makeup and undercuts / Lap it up, we’re pretty sure you can’t deal with it

Bro they went so fucking hard in their time as criminals like. So Hard. Especially a fan of the lines “back of a police car, free ride to the next bar” bc they really didn’t take law enforcement seriously like. At All. and the opening line of the selected lyrics above because two super fucked up and hot tieflings Definitely were eye catchers anywhere they went and they took a sick kind of pride in knowing that everyone was put off by them.

This song was originally on Craving’s personal playlist, but I moved it here bc it was much more of a pairs vibe.

3. Trouble by Valerie Broussard

I’m that knife in your boot, girl I got ya / I’m your number two man in the fight / We are revolutionaries tonight

The only reason either of them made it a day out of their hometown was because they had each other, and they are So much more dangerous as a pair.

4. Outlaws by Delta Rae

Don’t you know that we’re outlaws, giving the finger to death itself / We got no one to hide from, we got no one to toast our health

So this is on here partly just because I like Delta Rae. It’s technically a love song but it’s not explicit enough to turn me off from excluding it, because its much more about not giving a shit because you have the only thing you care about anymore walking by your side, and as long as they’re with you, you feel invincible, which is DEFINITELY how manic and craving walk through the world.

5. Bulletproof Heart by My Chemical Romance

Hold onto your heart in darkness / Will it ever be the light to shine you out or will it fail and leave you stranded? / I’m not going to be the one left standing / You aren’t going to be the one left standing / We aren’t going to be the ones left standing / Gravity don’t mean too much to me / Is this our destiny? This world is after me, after you / Run away, like it was yesterday

I always wanted an MCR song on here bc siccy niccy likes mcr and I felt like they deserved one on a playlist involving their character, but until recently I didn’t really listen to the band and didn’t trust myself to pick the song of theirs with the best vibes. But don’t worry! I’m having my MCR phase now so the updated playlist has one!!!!

Anyways bulletproof heart makes me go fucking bonkers and the lyrics speak for themselves why it belongs on this playlist. It doubles for pre-campaign “we are just shitheads and society hates us and its fun cause we hate it too” and “we are literally going to throw overthrow strahd and probably die but like fuck it what else can we do” vibes

6. Skyway Avenue by We The Kings

‘Cause if you jump, I will jump too / We will fall together from your building’s ledge / Never looking back at what we’ve done / We’ll say it was love

Nic sent me and morgan a text one day and was like “if craving dies in strahd i genuinely think manic is just gonna walk into the woods and let a dire wolf get him” and then i added this song :)

7. Hey Brother by Avicii

Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? / Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? / Oh, if the sky comes falling down / For you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do

A part of me will always here this song and think of the Taaco twins, but hey, we can give it to other sibling pairs who have lived through near unimaginable strife and come out the other end bitterly clinging to each other for dear life.

Fun fact! This song is also on Nissy & Leth’s playlist. I make so many siblings.

8. I’ll Keep You Safe by Sleeing at Last

Don’t be afraid / God knows these mistakes will be made / But I promise I’ll keep you safe / As you build up your collection of pearls you pulled from the deep / The most beautiful landscape I’ve ever scene

Unconditional love between people who so desperately need to be told that they deserve any kind of love at all. Also bonus for one of the verses being about clocks because :3 sirris :3

9. We’re Alive by Cavetown

Actually you know what? The way things are isn’t good enough / We’re alive and we’re here / Please listen ‘cause we’re scared / We’re alive and we’re here / We will scream til you hear

I like to think this is the song for the exact moment they woke up and coughed the ashes of their home out of their lungs and decided that they’d been left alive to make their existence a hell for everyone else who thought they didn’t deserve to have one.

10. Eating Like Kings by Shawn James

I’ve let the sun set 365 times with murder running deep in my heart / And if I didn’t directly pull the trigger, I sure as hell played my own part / You know that it’s a snake eat snake world, we slither and serpentine through / Cause we all took a bite and six thousand years later, this apples getting harder to chew

Houghghgughhggh this song sexy ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I think its a song for the regrets that are beginning to creep up in the very back of their minds (especially Manic, fuckin good-aligned morninglord paladin lookin ass).

11. Hell, Yeah by Nothing but Thieves

In a town upon the outskirts, with a flaw it cannot hide / I made my peace with sorrow and kept it all inside / They call it “hell”, yeah, why don’t we go there? / It’s way down below there, it’s just like home

Hell imagery, hopelessness themes, we are vibing.

12. A Demon’s Fate by Within Temptation

Angels have faith, I don’t want to be a part of his sin, I don’t want to get lost in his world, I’m not playing this game / When the shadows remain in the light of day / On a wing of darkness he’ll retaliate / He’ll be falling from grace ‘til the end of all his days

A song for good people turned to hate over the death of everyone they loved, a song for a brother devoted to a god of good and his sister devoted to an archdevil. Listen to this song with the volume up as high as you can stand it.

13. Years of War by Porter Robinson

Oh, two hundred years of war / Fight til we are no more / A curse on the streets of gold / Just know mine is a hand to hold / Take back what the kingdom stole / A curse on the streets of gold

unlucky 13 songs for an unlucky pair, the lyrics speak for themselves man. It’s about standing by someone as they rip back everything that was taken from them

Fun fact: i wrote a songfic to this about Caleb and Beau Critical Role

Fun fact 2: I love this song so much it makes me go literally insane

#playlists #craving

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themoonandotherslikeit · 5 years

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away- Chapter 10

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose, and Dean lost his wife he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Ten, Michael

Dean

"What do you mean she's back?"

"What I just said." I rubbed my face, speaking into my cell phone.

I could picture Mom's face. Her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly open. "How did this happen? How are you feeling? Is she…"

"Slow down," I grunted and glanced at Ava, who was sleeping on the couch cuddled next to Nel. We were all three up all night talking. Talking about everything, but Michael. I was grateful that my daughter was clearly on the same wave length as I was. Don't tell her about Michael, don’t blow everything up. I climbed the stairs and pushed into the early morning air. It was twilight and the world looked cool. The leaves on the trees were brown and dying, and the air had a chill to it. "It was a magical pearl. Supposed to be a solution to the whole Arc Angel problem. It gave our deepest desire, and turns out Nel's deepest desire was to have her Mom back. Guess like father like daughter, huh?" I laughed humorlessly.

"Oh, honey."

"Don't," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Everything is good. Spectacular, actually."

The sky was a deep, dark blue. The horizon glowed from the sun curling up from below the earth. It was peaceful. Michael wasn't screaming, or banging in my head from what I could tell. Maybe he was asleep.

"But Michael…"

"He's still in there. I can feel him. I can always feel him in the back of my mind, but I got a second chance, ya know? I got to see her again. She's so beautiful, Mom. I can't wait for you to meet her."

"I'm sure she's great, Dean, but…"

"But nothing," I snapped. "Now Nel will have her mom. She will have Sam and Cas, and I got a little extra time with Ave before I go under. It's the best gift I could ask for. Now just promise that when we bring her by that you won't tell her. Please."

"How do you think she will feel when she finds out, Dean? Have you thought this through? You're being impulsive."

"I'm not, actually. I've thought it through. She doesn't change anything." My sternum tugged back toward the bunker, and I glanced behind me. My soul knew she was in there. "She's back, so I know more than ever that I have to do this. I can't leave her in a world with Michael. It was always her." I mumbled quietly. "So just do me that one solid, okay? I don't ask you for a lot."

"Okay," she said sadly. "When will you be by?"

"This afternoon, I think. Gotta talk to her first. Thanks." Click.

Ava. I shook my head, feeling the sting behind my eyes. I sucked in my breath, trying to keep it all in, but fuck I wanted to scream, to laugh, to cry. Everything bubbled up inside of me, and I couldn't contain it any longer. I lowered myself to a seated position on the steps of the bunker, and let the tears fall down my face. She was back. Nothing else mattered.

"Was wondering where you went."

I turned and caught a glimpse of Sam before he plopped down next to me.

"Just getting some air."

"I just got a call from Mom. She's worried."

I snorted. "She's got a weird way of showing it."

"She tries."

"I guess." I wiped my eyes and sucked in the cool morning air.

"I can't believe it," Sam admitted.

"Me neither."

He turned toward me. "How are you?"

"I feel… fuck. I don't know. Happy, mostly," I sighed with a smile, trying not to fucking cry again. "She's everything, man. She doesn't remember anything after she died. She said was in my arms and then she blinked into the bunker. No time has passed for her."

"But you've had a life time in that blink."

"I kept telling her that and she didn't care. She looked at me and it was like she saw into my soul."

"She does that." Sam smiled.

I'd forgotten for just a second that Sam loved her, too. I closed my eyes to help the stinging in my eyes. "Yeah," I grunted. "She sure does."

"I saw her with Nel on the couch when I walked out here. That went well?"

"Better then well." I smiled to myself. "I never thought I'd get to see that. Both of my girls together. Maybe you should take me out now, Sammy." I laughed darkly. "While things are bright."

"Do you see the rabbits, Lenny?" Sam teased.

"Shut up, bitch."

"Jerk." He countered with a sigh. "Who would've guessed." He looked off into the distance. "That all of this would happen."

"Not me," I agreed. "We have a teenager, angel, Satan's son, a naked cat, and my dead wife all in an old bunker. What a weird life."

"Weird, yeah, but it's also pretty great."

I smiled at my little brother. "I'll say."

We sat in silence for several minutes, just enjoying the peaceful morning air. I yearned for some coffee with a little kick. Something to warm my chilled skin.

"Mom said you're still planning on going in the coffin," Sam said weakly.

"I have to. There's no other choice. We are out of options."

"We are out of options today, but we will find another one tomorrow."

"Sam, please. Can we not do this? Not today. Today, I'm going to go introduce Ave to Mom. I'm going to hold her, kiss her, and probably have lots of sex. Because he's quiet today, but he won't be quiet forever. Which means I'm going to have to break her heart. Again."

"We can find a way…"

"Sammy, just stop. It's over. It's been over for a long time." I smiled weakly, putting my hand on his shoulder. "It's over."

Ava

"I don't have any clothes,” I complained, staring at Dean's closet. "I'm not meeting your Mom in my day old sweatshirt."

Dean snaked his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. "New idea, let's not go see Mom."

I eyed him over my shoulder. "Not happening, Dean. I am meeting the famous Mary Winchester." I turned around and pressed my chest to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. "But I do need to go shopping. Plus, I'm sure all of my clothes aren't of this decade."

"You can wear my clothes."

I narrowed my eyes at him and pressed my lips to his softly. "As much as I love wearing your clothes, I don't think they'd be appropriate for public."

"I don't mean in public." He nibbled on my bottom lip.

I tickled the back of his neck and pulled back from the kiss. "Let's see if everyone else wants to go shopping with us. We could make a day of it, and meet your mom for dinner?"

"That sounds good," he agreed, tugging on my curls. "I can't believe you're here."

"Me neither."

It was all very surreal. Eleanor and I spent the evening with Dean going over everything that I missed. The crazy times. The happy ones. She told me about the darkness and how Dean was going to shoot himself to the moon. He was always one for the dramatics. She fell asleep cuddled to my side, like she did when she was a baby. I couldn't believe I missed so much, and I wasn't going to miss another second.

"I have something for you," he said suddenly, releasing me from his grip.

"Oh?"

He dug in his drawer and walked back to me. He held my wedding ring between his index finger and thumb. My hand suddenly shot to my empty ring finger. I hadn't even noticed it was gone. Maybe I was more out of it than I originally thought. I looked down at my hand and ran my finger over the callous.

"Your mom didn't want it back?"

"Wasn't hers anymore." He shrugged, taking my hand. He slid it back onto my hand easily. I flexed my fingers, and my eyes landed on his left hand, where his ring still sat. It was scratched up, and a little misshapen, but there it was.

"You never took it off?"

"Not for a second." He laced his fingers through mine.

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We were out shopping at the small strip mall that was in Lebanon, Kansas, where we apparently lived. It was small and quaint, and everyone knew Sam and Dean. It was really great to see that they settled down, no matter how unconventional. Dean was touching me constantly, his hand was always on my back, fingers twisted in mine, lips on my forehead. He had been since I'd been back. Nel was ahead of us looking at band T-shirt's and holding hands with her girlfriend.

"I'm Ava. It's so nice to meet you, Claire." I took her hand in mine and she shook it with a strong grip. "I can't wait to get to know you better."

"Likewise," Claire said through pursed lips. I could see her looking me over. She was being protective, and I was thankful for that. She didn't want anyone to hurt Nel. I wanted to hug her.

"Mom, this is Jack," Nel said, referencing the blonde boy that was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Hello Jack." I smiled.

"Hello, Ellie's Mother," he said before giving me a large hug. "We have not had a mother in the bunker before."

I laughed lightly and hugged him back. He seemed like a sweet kid. From what I heard, he'd had a time of it. His own mother had died, too.

When Jack released me Castiel made eye contact. I nodded to him and he took a step toward me. "Hello Ava."

"Castiel." I smiled. He pulled me into a hug, and I gasped in surprise. From what I knew of him, I didn't think he'd be a hugger. I guess a lot had changed.

"I am happy you're here," he said into my hair.

"I guess you took my advice," I murmured into his ear, tilting my chin up.

"I did." He smiled. "I took Dean's lead. I chose honor."

"Good." I smiled and hugged him back tightly. "I'm glad. I can tell he really loves you."

"He loves you, too," he said with a smile. He let me go and moved out of the way.

There he was, Sam. Tall and broad, with the same shaggy hair. His eyes looked tired, and sad, and he a defined layer of scruff on his chin and cheeks. "Hi Sam."

"Hey, Ave." We walked to each other, meeting in the middle in a tight hug. His arms wrapped around me, and I rested my head against him. "We missed you."

It'd been awhile since things had been that simple with Sam, or that simple in general.

"What about this?" Dean teased, holding out a skimpy black dress.

"Oh please." I laughed and waived him off. "How about this." I pulled out a flannel and grinned. "Hunter sheik."

"Looks great." He kissed the top of my head. "But you look sexy in everything,” he said, his voice full of gravel.

I grabbed a few things and went into the dressing room. I pulled a pair of jeans off the hanger, wiggling into them. I buttoned the top and looked at myself in the mirror. They fit good . I moved my eyes up to my face looked really tired, but not like I'd died, and definitely not like I could have a sixteen year old. I sat down on the bench in the dressing room.

It was a lot. It was almost too much. I took a few deep breaths.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, honey. I'm great."

"Can I come in?" She asked, and I opened the curtain allowing her to join me.

"What's up?" I asked her with a forced smile.

"Dad was thinking that you needed some help."

I patted the spot next to me and she sat next to me. I wrapped an arm around her. "Is that all?"

"Yeah."

I kissed her hair. "Nel you can tell me if there's something else going on. I know you don't know me well, but I love you. You can trust me." When she looked at me her teal eyes were full of tears. "Honey." I held her cheeks.

"I'm worried about Dad."

"Why? What's wrong?" I pushed her hair behind her ears.

"I'm not supposed to tell you," she exhaled.

"Baby girl you can tell me anything."

She closed her eyes, and I wiped her tears with my thumbs.

"He's going to be mad."

"It's okay. He won't be mad for long. Not at you. You can tell me. You don't have to carry everything alone. I'm here."

Ella

I could hear him screaming and banging against the walls of Dads mind. He was scratching at the door, begging to get out. I'd heard it every minute since I brought him back. His mind was reaching out to mine in tendrils, wrapping around mine, pulling me close. Dad and I had always been of one mind, but this was more. This was dangerous.

"I know you can hear me little Winchester," he hissed in Dads voice. "I will kill you first. Your dear old dad will watch you die."

Chills ran up my spine. For the first time in my life I wanted something that I could have. I wanted my mom.

"I'm here," she told me, her palms on my cheeks.

"I can hear him," I mumbled through my tears.

"Hear who?"

"Michael."

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Chapter Eleven, I Can’t Lose You Again

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Phoenix Skies Reborn

Written for a class this semester. This takes place several years after my original story Phoenix Skies (a NaLu story). Now Natsu and Lucy's daughter is all grown up. Nashi Dragneel and her best friend Arashi are about to learn discover the hidden truth between them...

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“Whoa is that your dad!” the young boy whispers to his friend. “He totally looks like he’s on fire!”

“Isn’t my daddy just the coolest!” The little girl responds with a giggle, “I wanna be just like him when I grow up!” A few moments later, they see a woman walking towards her father, “Lookie, it’s my mommy!”

The two friends, 7-year-old Arashi and 6-year-old Nashi peek out from the bush they had been hiding under, watching her parents on the hill crest. To the children, the whole scene was like some magical fairytale come to life of the dragon and his princess, for atop that hill, stood Nashi’s father in full Salamander glory. Unlike her half status, he was a full-blooded fire class Draco with much larger, reptilian wings measuring about ten feet from tip to tip, and two curled, beige horns sprouting from his head. Humanoid in many aspect’s but instead of bare skin, his back, chest, and extremities were all covered in scales.

Even Arashi was spellbound, for compared to his sinewy father, this man’s very presence could cause one to shudder. The Draco towered over his mate, Nashi’s mother, by over a foot, with such a muscular physique the small boy couldn’t help but think of him as some God like figure. Truth be told, her father was the strongest of his kind but had the most jester-ish of qualities, often joking around and yet sweet in nature, the man genuinely had a heart of gold. And as he held his wife against a sunset to end all sunsets, the children could only watch in breathtaking wonderment.

“Yeah… your dad really is the coolest…”

The young man had been searching everywhere for the Salamander, but she wasn’t at her cottage or her friend Chieko’s home, the usual hang outs she’d often frequent or even the local watering hole where she would often frolic on a summery day such as this one. And it was a gorgeous one, by far the best day they’d had this August with cloudless powder blue skies that stretched for miles and miles unimpeded. Breezes, abundant in nature to cool you down from the sun’s blinding ray’s, forceful enough to stir the air and lift your tresses, but not whip them around like in a gale.

Fall was just around the corner and the trees were starting to make their debuts with the lightest hints of color change. Arashi sighed, it was another beautiful time and season that made one appreciate their world and understand the cycles of Samsara. How nature was the ultimate goddess who gave birth, lived, changed, and then died only to be reborn anew year after year after year in an endless cycle. Reflections of the heart.

Alas, he was losing focus, the Salamander, where was Nashi? If only he’d had the Draco’s sense of smell, chuckling in his head, that girl could sniff him out anywhere in town, but he needed to rely on good old-fashioned detective work. The wisteria grotto? Nope. Crocus river? Not there either. Maybe she actually went to see her parents for once without prompting, so he heads over and finds the girl’s mother at home.

“Hi!” Hugging the young Sprite, “what bring you here?”

“Aunt Lucy, do you know where Nashi might be?”

But the female Fae only shakes her head, “I’m sorry Arashi…”

“Please call me Storm, aunty, I like my nickname better.”

“You do realize Arashi means storm, right?”

He crosses his arms, “I know, but Storm sounds tougher.”

Lucy chuckles, “you are so much like your father. I swear, do all Snow Sprites have such a severe demeanor?”

“Uncle Lyon is the only other one I’ve met and,” taping his chin, “come to think of it he and dad are a lot alike. Any ways, I guess I’ll just keep looking, she’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful,” she chuckles, “but you should know by now they are like their element, always burning for action! Excuse the pun.” With a sigh, “even though Nashi is only half Salamander, that girl has taken after her father side.”

“Aye, she does idolize him,” the young man smiles in a teasing manner, “but at least she has your looks and your smarts going for her.”

“Oof!” Lucy slaps his arm lightly in jest. “Trying to work your charms on me too young man, you really are just like your father!”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“Well good luck dear,” she shoos him on his way, “when you find that wayward daughter of mine, tell her to check in sometimes cause we worry about her.”

“I will, thank you Aunty.”

By late afternoon, Arashi was ready to give up and go home. He had hoped to set out early in the morning on a new commission but unless he could find his partner and confirm it with her, well, the Snow Sprite just wasn’t up for going it alone. Why would he when it was always more fun when they were together for an adventure.

But where could Nashi be hiding? She had promised never to run off on her own again after the last tongue-lashing he’d given her. Sometimes that girl was too adventurous and reckless for her own good and even her father who’d seen his fair share of mischievous younger years would get on her case about it. No, Arashi stilled the growing anxiety rising in his mind, Nashi’s never gone back on a promise before, for that he was certain of in his heart. So, there was only one last option he could think of, it was a stretch since it was a place that she would only visit with her mother during certain celestial events or solstices, but since the young Draco tended to go for the familiar, it was worth a shot.

It was one of the best locales for sky gazing around their village, a hilly meadow with no trees to block the open view above, rolling fields of envious green and swaying wildflowers dancing to an unsung tune only the gods could hear. But if you closed your eyes… and slowed your pace…. those melodies just might reward your passage into another realm, transport your consciousness to where the pixies prance and flutter about or the stars may wink and grant your wishes. Asteri Hills was their nickname for this magical milieu, Nashi’s sanctum to commune with the spirits, and one she’d shared with her best friend some 13 years ago.

And as he crested the final hurdle, there she was atop the highest vestige this place had to offer. Her back towards him, head tilted towards the heavens and eyes no doubt closed. With leathery crimson wings tucked neatly against her lithe frame while her long, snake-like tail twitched of its own volition near her feet. Nashi’s salmon-colored hair shifted in the winds that wafted past, funneling her smoky scent down the hill into his company. He couldn’t help but let a smile creep along his face or a blush run along his cheeks for she truly was like an idol amongst the divinity of this realm, like her father. Bathed in hints of royal purples, fiery crimson blending into tangerine orange, and melting honey she was… Exquisite… The kaleidoscope of colors unifying into an overwhelming aura to encircle her, so powerful and virile, it sends a golden arrow to pierce the chosen.

Arashi shields from the burning fronting his vision, it was if she was on fire, just like the mythological Phoenix rising from the ashes, but it didn’t sting his eyes, this image was blazing a different path through his soul, awakening an arcane desire as old as time itself that had lain dormant but now ready to soar into the azures. N-Nashi… His mind flashes back to that long-ago scene, except this time...

Without warning, an attack launches itself within his body. His blood rushes through his veins, deafening against his ear drums. Arashi clutches to his chest and drops to his knees, what the hell is happening to me! It felt like his thumping heartbeat could break through his diaphragm, lungs screamed from a loss of air he was still taking in and yet, why couldn’t he fill them? Heat swells inside his frame, convening and churning like a caged creature ready to pounce at its vessel. Arashi looks up to the sky as the swirling sensation begins to move, radiating outward, filling every pore, every cell, with a strange buoyancy feeling the man of ice and snow had never experienced before.

Soon, his mind is spinning out of control and the vision of Nashi blurs…

“Storm?” a hand takes hold, fingers curling beneath his chin to lift his face. “Storm are you okay?” He blinks and sees his best friend kneeling, smiling like she normally looks in front of him. Did he imagine the whole thing? The Snow Sprite looks past her and sees the raging skyline still evident in all its glory while slowly the blood-orange sun disappeared below a distant horizon. Nashi laughs, ��Storm, what has gotten into you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“N-Nashi?” raising a hand towards her cheek if only to make sure he wasn’t still in some dream.

“Wow, you’re burning up,” her gentle caress upon his brow causes hers to furrow, “that’s totally not normal for you, are you not feeling well?”

“Yes…” shaking his head, his hands dropping to their sides, “I mean no, I think I’m fine.”

“Then what happened?”

“I’m not sure,” burning images of his best friend flashing through his mind once more, “I saw you… a—and…” a renewed passion of all those febrile emotions rush back but this time they center in a new location, winding into a tight coil in his gut, before dashing below the waist. Arashi’s eyes flare with intensity as the realization hits him. Oh, crap that’s what it all meant!

A huskier tone snaps his mind into the present. “Arashi…” and as his Aegean hues fall under her scrutiny, growing wider if at all possible when he notices the matched lust of the Salamander dancing behind her icy blue gaze. “…your scent has changed.”

Oh crap, she can smell the arousal! All the pent-up emotions he had long buried and tucked away to be forever unrequited threaten to take control. He falls onto his ass and tries to scoot away. “Nashi, I-I didn’t mean to…. I mean I couldn’t help it that I…. y-you’re my friend and it’s wrong of me to think of you in that way!”

“Stop being an idiot Storm,” her tail grabs hold of his foot to stop his back-peddling, “how do you know I haven’t felt the same way about you?” Crawling over and forcing him into a supine position until she is practically nose-to-nose with the man, “hmm?”

“We’re elemental opposites.”

She lets the weight of her body settle onto his, propping herself with a grin, “And yet best friends,” bopping his nose, “you keep me cool in the summer and I keep you warm in the winter, pretty sweet deal don’t cha think?”

“Oh, geez…. is that all I’m good to you for?”

Nashi’s eyes half-lidden, “As much as I should smack you for that comment,” and her face lowers ever closer… “how bout I just show,you instead.” The Snow Sprite is given no chance for a rebuttal when between blinks her lips have claimed his in such a covetous manner as to shock every cell in his body. She giggles at this startled expression, her tail flicking in amusement, “do you believe me now?”

“Hmm, I don’t know…” his face turns to the side, though his eyes monitor her reactions through their periphery, “you could’a just done that to tease me.”

“Oof!” slapping his chest and rolling off into a sitting position, “I don’t go around just kissing guys!” The pouty, child-like expression sends Arashi into a minor hysteric. “I’ve never even kissed anyone before…”

While still chuckling quietly, he sits up and pulls Nashi back onto his stretched-out legs until she’s straddling him. “You know I’m just teasing you,” smoothing his thumb against her cheek, “and I’m glad these lips,” grazing them with his own, “were saved for me.”

Left in the wake of a setting sun, nary another spoken word, did the world spin for the second time that day as a torrid desire swirled and enveloped the budding couple into its bosom. Arashi seizes upon Nashi’s lips, so flushed with heat and engorged with life-giving essence, worrying the supple pink flesh until her simpering becomes music to his ears. She fists at his knit top through each deepened entreaty. His hands caress her lower back before travelling and fingers tangle into her salmon-colored locks, coveting them like they were made of the finest silk.

Her mewls to his groans adding to loves melody as their tongues frolic amongst a moist and temperate climate. A few clicking of teeth or grazes of her canines on such sensitive flesh, but eventually a seasoned rhythm finds them locked in a rumba all their own. Nashi’s hands drift upwards, cradling his crown, slightly tugging on his hair each time his hands have wandered to a southern locale. Not that she minded it so much. The feeling of his fingers ghosting against any bare skin sent delectable little shivers along her spine to fuel her vocal pleas.

Neither realized just how much they had longed for the other’s touch, but as they gave into those desires, it felt as normal as the changing seasons, transitioning their relationship from platonic to amorous. A deep rumble of contentment shattering the cozy still of the early evening darkness. Instincts soon take over as Nashi’s tail and wings encircle the couple in a protective shield. But they are oblivious, so wrapped up in the moment to bat an eye until a need for air makes itself painfully known.

After a couple more sweeps against her lips, Arashi leans his forehead against hers. “Last chance to walk away,” he muses.

But Nashi simply smiles, “Oh Storm,” and pats his cheek, “you’re stuck with me now.”

A few yards away at the edge of the clearing, Nashi’s parents hide amongst the brush spying on the two young adults. Lucy clasps a hand over her mouth to muffle her giggling, “they are so adorable!”

“It brings back memories doesn’t it?” Natsu pulls his mate closer, kissing her temple, “that was once us.”

Lucy sighs and leans against his shoulder suggestively, “they grow up too fast…. Maybe we should have another one…”

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msmoonlighter · 5 years

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All About Piper King! (It’s really long, sorry)

Full Name: Piper Eurydice King

Ethnicity/Nationality: Mexican-Italian American

Age: 22 Family: Pierce Alastor King ( older half brother), Natalia Romero-Blackwell (Adoptive mother, Banshee ), Lysander Blackwell (Adoptive father, Vampire), Heather Brooks (Adoptive sister, not related to the Blackwells, Human turned werewolf, her family abandoned her after she was turned, they were hunters), Lorena King (Biological mother, Gorgon, an asshole), Santiago Adder (Biological father, never met his kid, not an asshole, Gorgon, would actually make an okay dad)

Species: Gorgon, descendant of Stheno, one of the original three Gorgon Sisters Gender: Female Height/ Body type: She’s 5’3 and got a kinda slim thick thing going on. She’s a little curvy around the hips and thighs and chest, but not extremely so. Appearance: Dark/medium green snakes, pale green skin, red or gold eyes I can’t decide, red lips, I can’t decide whether I want her fangs to always be visible or if I want them to be like real snake fangs and have them only pop up when she opens her mouth. Guess I’ll alternate?

Job: Works at a bunch of places. She’s an art student, she needs that coin. She works as a barista at a coffee shop during the colder months, during the warmer months occasionally she works at a fast food joint where she gets to roller skate people’s food to their car and she LOVES rollerskating. She also babysits year round when she can because 1) she loves kids. They amuse her, and she has this weird motherly streak, and 2) A lot of monster kids love her snakes. A few are terrified of them, but she has a pretty good chance of getting the kids being enamored with them. And if she needs to get the kids to quit acting up, she pulls out the “you’re making the snakes sad” card. Her snakes play along and act all disappointed until the kid feels bad and complies. Dirty trick, but it works. If the kid is a little shit she has two options. Either she busts out the “I’ll turn you to stone, I won’t hesitate.” card, or “I’m calling your mom and she’s not going to be happy.” Usually that doesn’t have to happen though because kids either adore her, or are scared shitless by her. Hobbies: Art, sculpting, painting, sketching, graphic design, the works. Also music. She’s a drummer for her brother’s band Sweet Poison Fangs or SPF and sometimes even sings for them. She also loves hiking, exploring nature, taking care of her snakes, reading books and comics, lowkey love of soccer (or futbol), and generally being creative or getting to be outdoors. LOVE SWIMMING. SO MUCH. LIKE WOW. WATER? GOOD SHIT. GIVE HER THAT H2O. She has a high key love of roller skating because when she moved in with her adoptive parents the first thing they did for family bonding time is go rollerskating and it became a tradition to go out roller skating on her birthday each year.

Personality:

- Main traits: Opinionated, independant, strong willed, kind hearted, laid back usually but she can have a temper, creative, casually (but very) affectionate, and loyal as FUCK, fun, outgoing, easily flustered by flirtatious behavior towards her (when welcomed), hardworking, compassionate

-Don’t mess with people she cares about she will come AFTER you - Cares about the environment and shows it. You littered? You pick it up or you become a new museum piece. She wears lots of “Save the (insert endangered species, or ecosystem here)” shirts and picks up trash whenever she sees it. Like doesn’t matter where she is, if there’s litter, she’s grabbing it and carrying it to the nearest trash can. Consequently, she uses a lot of trash in her art and repurposes a lot of stuff.

- May seem easygoing and fun but please don’t try to fight her, chances are you will get fucked up. She’s been taking MMA classes since she was twelve and lemme tell you, there is nothing hotter than seeing Piper punch, disarm, and take down, a mugger in four seconds flat.

- I’m not gonna lie she’s a little bit flirty but she usually does it jokingly and makes that clear. The second you turn it around and flirt with her she becomes a mESS. An uncharacteristically flustered MESS.

- A bit of a perfectionist when it comes to her art and music, when she gets worried about school work she basically shuts down and loses the ability to give a shit to avoid stress. It’s a sucky coping mechanism and often her brother has to snap her out of it. Soon as he does though she’s IN IT TO WIN IT and won’t be stopped until she’s blown all her schoolwork out of the water. (Unless it’s done the day before then she’ll get like a C tops.)

- She’s so loving and welcoming towards other people, like my god if see sees you crying she’s automatically there to ask if you’re okay and comfort you no matter if she knows you or not. But she’s not all kind. If you’re an asshole she’ll take one look at you, push her guilt away and go “Suffer.” But usually that’s reserved for people who have wronged others around her.

- She actually met one of her good friends, a half shadow demon, half vampire named Naomi at a cafe. She took one look at the tiny, shy girl in the corner, sipping her coffee and looking sad, and just casually walked over, slipped into the seat across from her, and said, “Hi. I’m Piper. Could you give me your opinion on a few drawings of mine?” And after they got to talking admitted that she came over because Naomi looked sad. She uses her quick wit and extrovertedness to make people smile and earns a lot of friends because of it.

- She’s kind of a bit self deprecating and has low self esteem, but she’s super supportive and uplifting towards everyone except herself.

- Straddling the line between true and chaotic neutral

Backstory: Her mother was, in short, fucked up. She had Pierce at eighteen, as a senior in high school, and then three years later had Piper, and they were both from different fathers. She lived in an apartment complex, running on money from her parents, and was kind of a shitty mom. Lorena fed them and stuff, but like, she wasn’t very loving or motherly. She was more like a vodka aunt who they just happened to live with. And she was an asshole.

She didn’t have a job, except for when she went and worked at McDonalds and that didn’t last more than a year. And it wasn’t like it was because she couldn’t get a job, it was just because she didn’t care. Whenever she got angry and frustrated she’d scream and curse and hit them, and let her snakes bite them.

Gorgons are immune to snake bites so it didn’t do anything but it still scared them and hurt because Lorena had rattlesnakes for hair. She went partying constantly, leaving Pierce and Piper to fend for themselves until late at night. The landlady cooked for them sometimes, and she was the only real source of motherly care they got.

When Pierce was thirteen and Piper was ten, Pierce came out as gay and Lorena, who had been threatening to get rid of them for years, finally snapped. She shouted about how she’d put a roof over his head, given him food, and he’d repaid her by being ‘disgusting’ and ‘unnatural’. Piper stepped in and defended her brother, trembling as she told her mother that Pierce did nothing wrong and that if she thought that they needed to repay her terrible mothering, neglect, and abuse then she was more demented and delusional than Piper had thought. She told her that she was a terrible person, a terrible mother, and that Pierce was fine the way he was. Lorena hit Piper so hard Piper stumbled back into the wall and told them both to leave and never come back. Pierce and Piper threw their stuff into two suitcases and two backpacks and left. They wandered around for a while, until they came across Middleverse. They planned to keep moving, but then they got adopted. They were actually trying to steal from a hotdog stand when they met their adoptive father. Pierce was distracting the vendor by stealing his wallet and running, leading the vendor to chase him. Meanwhile Piper swooped in and stealthily swiped some dogs with help from her snakes. Then, all of the sudden, someone clamped a hand down on her shoulder. First reaction? Punch them. Piper wasn’t used to physical contact of any kind except harmful, she’d been living on the streets, and her mother often grabbed her shoulder or arm when angry, so she just whirled around and sucker punched the guy in the face. The man was tall, blonde haired, and very much in pain. He held his nose, eyes watering for a second, before giving her an awkward grin and saying, “Okay, that was my fault. Sorry about that.” Piper grimaced at the blood slipping through his fingers, but she didn’t back down. Her snakes rose up, hissing, and she eyed him warily. “What do you want?” “Look,” The man said, still blinking back tears. Piper handed him a napkin from the stand. He held it to his nose “Thanks. Now, kid, why do you feel you have to steal these hotdogs? Can’t you just buy some? Don’t you have parents who can buy you some? I just don’t want you to get in trouble. I saw you and the boy do the whole diversion thing.” “I don’t have money.” Piper replied automatically. “Or parents.” “You’re orphaned.” The man said, solemnly. “No.” Piper said, taking a bite of her loot. “My mother kicked us out.” The man hesitated for a long second, then, one hand still covering his nose with the napkin, pulled out his wallet. “I’ll buy you some food. How many hotdogs you want?” Piper was obviously wary, wondering if there was a catch. The man assured her there was none, so she let him slap some money on the hotdog stand and let him walk with her to the spot she and Pierce said they’d meet. The man told her his name was Lysander Blackwell, he was a vampire, he worked as a college professor, and he was married to his “gorgeous, talented, and amazing” wife Natalia, a banshee. She was just telling him about her snakes, who up until this point were her closest friends, when Pierce ran up with some cash and some hotdogs, grinning. When he saw Lysander, however, his smile fell. Piper assured him that Lysander was cool, and he trusted Piper’s instincts so he begrudgingly allowed Lysander to take them on a walk through Middleverse. At the end of the day, after buying them ice cream, and taking them to the art museum, where he had been heading to meet his wife, Piper and Pierce felt a little more comfortable with Lysander.

He was a really nice guy, who liked to make bad puns, and dad jokes, but who could be genuinely funny, and was really intelligent. Natalia, who was the prettiest, most genuinely loving woman Piper had ever met, told her that if she wanted a place to stay, she could stay with them. The King siblings were tired and hungry, and these folks had fed them and taken them to a museum, so they reluctantly agreed. Time passed a little by little Piper and Pierce became more and more comfortable with the Blackwells, until one day, they just decided to stay. Lysander and Natalia adopted them, and were great, loving, understanding parents. The first moment Piper really felt like she had a family was when Natalia and Lysander took them to the roller rink to skate. Piper had fallen and gotten tripped over. She started to get up, and hissed as her scraped palms and knees touched the floor. Natalia rushed over and helped her up and asked her if she was okay and Piper was like ???? affection and caring????? This is so nice ???? And she looked over at Pierce and Lysander laughing as they ate pizza and just kind of had a moment. She realized that she finally had parents who loved her and cared for her. She didn’t answer, she just wrapped her arms around Natalia and hugged her real tight. Natalia, though surprised, hugged her back and didn’t question it. As Piper got older, she became more and more aware of the fact that she was not straight. When she was fifteen she finally worked out that she was pan. She was surprised that she wasn’t afraid to tell her parents. They had been supportive of Pierce and had openly voiced their approval every time he brought home a nice guy (there were occasions when Pierce brought home a guy that they told him afterwards was no good) so Piper felt minimal fear to tell them. But when she finally walked into Natalia’s office where Lysander and Natalia were working on a paper about the decline of the sumatran tiger population, she suddenly became very nervous, and her snakes gave that away. Often her snakes reacted to her emotions, and when she becomes nervous they do too because they can sense her fear. Lysander got up to hug her and welcome her home from school, and one of her more skittish snakes, Bowie, struck at him. Lysander, who recognized this as a sign of fear, of course asked if Piper was okay. Natalia offered to get what they called The Comfy Blanket. A soft blanket they threw into the dryer and warmed up to give to Piper when she needed comfort. Being part reptilian, though warm blooded, she felt more content when warm, and sometimes when she was anxious, they’d get out The Comfy Blanket. After a long moment, and lots of blabbering and stalling, Piper finally got it across that she was pansexual. Natalia and Lysander assured her that there was nothing wrong with that and that she was still their daughter and that they loved her. Piper broke down crying she was so happy. Her snakes flocked to her cheeks and wrapped around her shoulders, giving her semblances of hugs and resting their heads against her cheeks in attempts to calm her, and Natalia and Lysander hugged her, telling her over and over that they loved her and that they were happy she told them and trusted them.

Piper discovered her love of art a few months after, when they adopted Heather, the newly turned werewolf girl who made beautiful drawings, much more advanced than Piper’s. Piper told Heather she wished she could draw like her. Heather advised Piper to take some art classes, and when Piper did, she realized two things. 1) Art was hella hard, and 2) she adored it. From then on she threw herself head first into sculpting, painting, graphic design, any form of visual art she could. She has a very tight bond with Pierce, and a bond almost as tight with Heather. She’s supportive of both, and fiercely loyal. She’s very protective of Heather, mostly because when they adopted her she seemed so in need of love and reassurance and comfort. She was a newly turned werewolf who was abandoned by the only family she had on the side of the road, left for dead after being beaten cut with a silver knife. Of COURSE Piper was going to be protective of her. She and Lysander and Pierce formed a sort of Heather Protection Squad, making sure to threaten, beat up, or at least intimidate anyone who even looked at Heather wrong. They will protect and attack for their little gorl. To quote Lysander when a vampire had asked why Lysander was allowing a werewolf to walk with him in the park, “That is my daughter, and you will treat her with respect, or I will stick my foot so far up your ass you’ll be able to taste your racism. And let me tell you, buddy, it tastes bad.” And to quote Piper when one of Heather’s schoolmates called her a dog. “Have you ever felt the feeling of all your limbs stiffening and your body dying as you turn to stone? Would you like to? Because you’re going to if you don’t shut the fuck up, you disgusting piece of racist filth. And who are you to call someone else a dog? I swear to god, you look like a naked mole rat and a deformed chihuahua had a baby. Back off.” And to quote Pierce when a kid in Heather’s class told Heather to fetch and threw a branch at her. “Hold my guitar, Piper, I’m gonna go fuck up a 14 year old. HEY BITCH! YEAH YOU FUCK-TARD. YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY SISTER? YOU WANT THAT STICK SHOVED DOWN YOUR THROAT? BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO SHOVE THAT STICK DOWN YOUR THROAT AND RIGHT THROUGH YOUR INTESTINES.” Basically, they all love Heather and aren’t afraid to throw down for her honor. When Piper was eighteen Pierce got this idea that they should form a band. And they did. And they’re really good. They’re a multi-genre (mostly Alternative, punk and rock) band called Sweet Poison Fangs or The Fangs or simply SPF. Mostly because everyone in the band has fangs, but also because it’s something Natalia called the King kids whenever they got a sassy mouth. “Alright then, Sweet Poison Fangs, if you don’t want to fold your clothes, I guess you don’t want to go to the movies tonight either.” Piper’s best friend, other than Pierce, is a redhead witch named Aspen, who is also an artist, and writing a comic book with her. Aspen loves writing and so she’s doing most of the storyline for the comic. Aspen’s more into theatre than she is, and participates in at least one major local production a year. She’s really fun and has the same sense of humor Piper does, meaning they get along fantastic. She’s a more energetic though, and often her ADHD antics get Piper out of the house, so Mr and Mrs Blackwell love her. She works as a barista with Piper, and sells her art to make money. Piper’s second best friend is Wyatt McCoy, an instrumentally talented, and socially awkward werewolf she met in sophomore year of highschool. He’s kind of a huge nerd, and wants to study to become a wildlife biologist and a chemist, but his mad ADD interfere with school and he’s putting off college. Among her other friends are Alessandro Nightshade, the first guy that Pierce dated, Jade Darksea, a Nixie, and Naomi Nacht, a shadow demon-vampire. Alec is an incubus and therefore hella hot. He’s kinda really flirty, but once he becomes close to you, the flirting dies down to just occasional jokes, and he becomes like an older brother. As in he steals your food and embarrasses you in front of your crush. He was pretty great as first boyfriends go and he and Pierce are now best friends instead of having a messy breakup and never talking again. He plays bass guitar in the band. Jade is quiet and a bit moody, with long black hair that’s constantly in her face and wet and a penchant for asking to eat people when she’s annoyed with them. Don’t go swimming with her. Just don’t. It won’t end well. She’s usually backup vocals in the band. Naomi is a sweet and shy girl, easily flustered and very good with animals. She has a lovely singing voice, but refuses to sing in public, but also really wanted to be in the band, so she plays whatever small instrument they need in the band. She takes over playing percussion if Wyatt has to play a woodwind or brass. She’s super pretty with black hair cut to her neck, big dark blue eyes, and freckles. Her horns are like those of a deer, and her tail is that of a white tailed deer too. She hides them both. All in all, Piper is happy with her life, but she’s still bothered by the fact that she’s never met her biological father, and she’s a little insecure still. She wants to travel the world, but is afraid to leave Middleverse, seeing as it’s the only home she’s ever known, and Aspen’s not strong enough to cast a semi-permanent glamour over her to hide the fact that she’s not human.

#piper king #piper the viper #piper the viper king #middleverse #middleverse oc #my oc #gorgon #backstory

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nureyevsbf · 5 years

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Peter, how did you meet Eli? And what's your favorite thing about him? Have you stolen anything from him?

I'll answer your second question first, as it's far less long winded, but Elisha... all of him is delightful, but it's the fire in him that I love the most. He has a very specific sort of charisma - hot-headed, loud, fun, warm to be around. There's something about the sort of man that flirts with you as you have a knife buried in his chest that's hard to resist, I'm afraid!

For your first and your third questions, however, it's funny you should ask, because the answer to them is actually the same story. It's a bit of a funny one, I think - right place at the right time, I suppose! You'll have to forgive the tangent I'm about to go on, it's a favorite story of mine to tell on the rare occasion I get the chance to.

I had been hired by an employer who wanted a valuable old artifact from an Outer Rim planet named Suminides; a collector of sorts, the kind that doesn't mind picking up their pieces illegitimately, and luckily for them, that's precisely the business I'm in. The museum housing it at the time was planning on sending the exhibit back to Suminides to be displayed for a little while, and all I had to do was find a way to grab it in transit, and I could be off the planet before anyone realized it was gone. In retrospect, it was foolish hindsight on my part that neither my employer nor I planned for someone else to have the same idea.

The setup was simple: the exhibit split up between five transports, each with a driver and two highly trained guards - minimal personnel to avoid drawing attention - all taking different routes to the spaceport, and each with a tracker that would immediately alert the local authorities on standby if they diverged from their route or stopped unexpectedly. All I had to do was forge the right correspondences, make sure the right people knew about the trainee joining the protection detail last-minute, and act like I belonged there when the day of rolled around. Then it was merely a matter of dispatching my fellow guards discreetly, slipping off with the artifact at a particular spot in the route where the tuck-and-roll wouldn't be quite so bad, and making off in a car I'd stashed nearby to get to the ship my employer had prepared for me to get off planet. I'd done much more dangerous jobs before - two guards in close quarters should have been childs' play, even if they were highly trained.

It was easier said than done by the time I got there. The team I was with was fidgety around me - at first I was certain I'd been already been caught, but what could I do? My only hope was to carry on with the job like I wasn't aware anything was amiss, and merely pray I could still get the jump on them.

Our driver was a waspish woman with a sharp sort of face who seemed to be the de facto leader of sorts; of the guards, the one I thought I needed to worry the most about was the snake-eyed one, who used a dialect of sign I'd never seen before and who I just couldn't get a read on. And then there was the man. Soft face, dark eyes, a little bit shorter than me. He seemed to have a sturdy frame, but the uniform covered from the neck down - even his hands, with the gloves he wore - and I know now I underestimated him. It didn't help that he was the most personable of the three; kept making warm conversation with me, seemingly trying to make me feel welcome there. He was actually the reason I let my guard down - he seemed to be trying to get me to ease up about the job, sooth over any nerves about being a trainee around his otherwise... unsociable team.

The transport had to travel at a fixed speed, so all I had to do was watch my time and count our stops to know where we were. At thirty minutes in I would have dispatched the other two guards as discreetly as I could - preferably with some sort of distraction - and at thirty-five minutes, I would exit the vehicle with the artifact, hopefully before the drive realized something was amiss behind the partition. (If I played my cards right, I could have probably even exited the vehicle earlier if need be - I made sure I knew those city streets, it wouldn't have been difficult to find my way to my escape vehicle unseen.)

At roughly twenty-four and a half minutes, the transport stopped. And not the stuck-in-traffic sort of stop. I know the details of it now - the team had cracked the tracker, had it sending off falsified data to make it look like everything was alright, and had pulled into a discreet side street where they'd stored a getaway car of their own and were about to do roughly the same as I had planned to. They'd planned ahead impressively, inserting themselves into the security company weeks ahead of time with falsified backgrounds, and had set up the cleanest possible escape. Of course they'd been fidgety when a complete stranger - presumably an actual employee of the security company - was thrown into their heist before they had time to resolve it.

At the time, though, lacking these details? It was a bit hard to appreciate the artistry behind it, when I was stuck in the back of an armored transport, two-against-one - presumably about to be three-against-one - with no idea where we were or how far I was from my original escape point. Nor with any idea how fast the authorities might be arriving and how little time I had, for that matter.

The other two stood, and the man began to apologize for something - probably assuming I was a real trainee who'd simply been caught up in the wrong mess - but I didn't give him a chance to finish. As soon as I saw the snake-eyed one reaching for something, I sprung forward and stuck my knife in their throat.At least I had the element of surprise with them - even if I couldn't get the jump on the man, from the looks of it, I was faster. And I think I'd gotten used to that being enough - so it was my turn to be taken off guard when he caught my knife in his hand.

He was a rough fight. Like I said, I was used to being faster being enough, but it doesn't do much when ever punch makes you feel like you're going to black out. When I said earlier that I'd underestimated him? I should be perfectly clear that it wasn't entirely my fault - there's no way to predict when someone's strength is going to surpass human. Even without the bionic arm. He'd broken five of my ribs before I finally found an opening, managing to drive my knife through the right side of his chest. If I'd been thinking straight, I'd have gone for the left - though I'm thankful now that I didn't.

It was enough to stop him. With anyone else, it should have been enough to kill them, but... well. The entire "superhuman" thing is a story for another time.

"At least take a man out for dinner first," he'd strained to jest, like there wasn't a knife sticking out of his chest - I'd left it in my haste to grab the case with the artifact and scramble out of there, kicking the back doors open and practically throwing myself out into the alleyway.

I was lucky the driver was waiting in their own transport; she must have thought the other two were busy taking care of me, because by the time she realized something was wrong, I had already disappeared into the city, gathering my sense of direction and making my way to my own escape car.

I'm thankful to say that Elisha did make a full recovery - I owe very much to the wonders of modern medicine. And he got the artifact back in the end, too - I can't say my former employer didn't deserve to die the way he did, all his greed and swindling finally catching up to him one last time. But by the time Elisha had caught up with him, I myself was long gone, in the wind and off to the next planet without so much as a trace to lead him by.

Imagine my surprise when, almost a year later - months after he'd stopped trying to find me anymore - our paths managed to cross again when we were hired by the same employer! I'm thankful to say our second meeting didn't end on such a sour note as the first, but it's yet another story for another time, I think.

#answered #takeover #nureyev answers #shakespeareonmain #im so fuckign. s o r r y this is as long as it is #1.5k words that could have been summed up as ''oh we were trying to steal the same thing and i stabbed him''#but what is peter if not theatric

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swcctpeaa · 6 years

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Can A Snake Be Sweet? // Sweet Pea x Reader - Part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A/N: I lost what i originally wrote for this part but i actually like how this came out more so, i guess everything happens for a reason. I’m not the best at smut so bare with me but for those who aren’t in to smut i’ll have a part 5 up in the next couple of days, fingers crossed!

Summary: Takes place a day after part 3 and the serpents all vacated the trailer park for the night after the cops came to raid everything. Sweets and Y/N end up on the Northside and run into some of Y/N’s old friends which sparks some issues between her and Sweets, but can things be resolved? Word Count: 3219 Warning(s): Violence, swearing, nsfw/smut, and fluff.

“Didn’t know you were a Serpent slut now, Y/N,” the voice behind her rung along with the door bell to Pops. Her first instinct wasn’t to turn to face the familiar voice but instead to look straight ahead at Sweet Pea, who’s face was currently twisting with anger. In that moment she saw it, the anger he held deep within him, it was the only thing you could see in the boys eyes. “Ignore him,” she whispered to him, but before he could even acknowledge her words he was stood up from the booth staring the Northsider down.

“Sweets,” she sighed, tugging at his hand.

He looked down at her and for a split second the anger in his eyes turned to care, “no one is going to talk about you like that,” his voice was stern and before she could say anything he was walking over to the small group of guys near the door.

“You wanna say that again?” Sweet Pea dared him as his looked down at the visibly shorter male. As always his height was a clear advantage over everyone.

“Hey man, i call ‘em like i see ‘em, don’t worry we both know how she gets down,” Reggie gave him a wink, in a attempt to push the Serpent over the edge and it worked. Sweet Pea, gripped his varsity jacket but before he could do anything to Reggie, Y/N scurried out of the booth and between the two boys. “Stop,” she pleaded with them both.

“Just go,” she scoffed at Reggie, pointing towards the door.

He simply shook his head in amusement at her before looking back at Sweet Pea. “I said it once i’ll say it again, Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch.”

Sweet Pea cracked his knuckles ready to throw a punch to Reggie at any moment. “Maybe we should take this outside,” Archie whispered to Reggie as he glanced over at Pops.

“Lets take it outside then,” Sweet Pea interjected as the guys started out the door. Y/N gripped on Sweet Pea’s jacket and he turned to look back at you, “you’re better than this,” she mumbled. He looked at her then looked back over at Reggie and let out a sigh realizing just looking in the guys direction made his blood boil, “i’m not, though,” he replied before pulling himself out of her grip.

She stood there as the door closed between then, there was no way to stop Reggie because he simply didn’t care and there was no way of stopping Sweet Pea because he couldn’t put his pride to the side for just this night.

Once the first blow was made it all became a jumbled mess, the two ended up rolling around momentarily but it was all ended when Archie and Moose tried to get in on the fight and Sweet Pea scared then off by knocking Reggie down with his brass knuckles. Immediately Y/N ran outside, tears streaming as she’d watched the whole thing go down.

“Come on,” she tugged on Sweet Pea as the two ran over to his motorcycle.

“Nice to know where your loyalties lie, “ Reggie yelled out from the ground as all the guys looked on at Y/N hopping onto the back on Sweet Pea’s bike.

“Ready?” Sweet Pea questioned, glancing back at her and she just simply nodded, her eyes not leaving the scene until the three boys where out of sight. She wasn’t sure where her loyalties lied anymore, at first she thought she had been crying for both boys but her actions said otherwise. It was clear to her old friends and now to her that Sweet Pea came before people she’s known her whole life.

“Are we still going to you place for the night?’ He asked, keeping his eyes on the road as the only thing that really circulated his mind was something Reggie said before the fight, his grip on the handles tightened as he thought more about it.

“Yeah, just take this left and stop at the white house,” she replied remembering their conversation at Pop’s that had been interrupted by her old friends.

Once they pulled up to the house Sweet Pea couldn’t help but shake his head, “of course,” he mumbled bringing the bike to a halt. Her house or her parents house was nicer than anything the boy had ever seen in his life never mind been inside of.

“My dad is never home on the weekends,“ she explained as they walked up to the porch.

Sweet Pea didn’t respond to her as she tilted the plant pot on the porch to retrieve a spare key to the house.

“Make yourself at home,” she said simply as she opened the door and the two made their way through the door frame. Sweet Pea took in the rather big house, and for a moment debated questioning how she seemed so comfortable in his and Jughead’s trailer after living in a place like this but was too frustrated with his lingering thoughts from the previous debacle to even speak to her.

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“Have you spoken to anyone yet?” She asked referring to the rest of the Serpents who they had slight from earlier.

Sweet Pea just looked at her and shook his head as he sat down on the couch.

Y/N’s brows knitted together as she walked over to him, “what’s going on?” she asked. “You haven’t spoken to me since we got here,” her hands slapping against her hips, it was clear his choice not to speak to her was frustrating her.

“I’m just trying to understand what the fuck is going on,” he spat.

“Understand what?” she looked at him slightly shocked by how much venom was laced in his tone.

“When did you fuck him?” Sweet Pea questioned.

“Was it recent?” He continued, standing up from the couch and looking down at her.

“Am i some sort of rebound because i mine as well get going now,” he snapped, his eyes darting towards the door then back at her. “I don’t need some Northsider wasting my time,” he hissed.

Y/N looked up at his at a lose for words, “I...you’re not...” she let out a heavy sigh as she looked down, she cold feel tears coming and she knew this wasn’t the moment to break down or show some sort of weakness.

“You’re not a rebound,” she mumbled.

“Not believable,” he rolled his eyes walking past her and toward the front door.

Feeling tears roll down her cheek she quickly wiped them away and ran after him, slipping in between him and the door, closing it as she pushed her body up against it. “Please don’t leave me,” she begged, her glossy eyes looking up at him.

“We’re not together, i don’t need to be here,” he said. He instantly wondering why he said that but he refused to take it back.

“You do need to be here,” she grabbed his hand in hers. “I was with Reggie last year, he’s still stuck on it but i’m not, i don’t care about him...” she admitted.

Sweet Pea just looked at her, disbelief washing over his eyes.

“I don’t care about anyone but you,” tears were now falling down her cheeks and she was too focused on the moment to pay attention to the tears.

He wanted to be angry and stay that way, he wanted nothing more than to just walk out the door and never look back but as he looked down at her face and the wet trails marks running along it he couldn’t bring himself to.

“Stop it,” he groaned as his thumbs ran across her cheeks.

“You’re not a rebound,” she continued.

Sweet Pea shook his head slightly in an attempt to shake away the small smile forming on his lips. “I know,” he whispered as he pulled her into his arms. He closed his eyes for a moment as he rested his chin on her head and in that moment of silence the idea crossed his mind to kiss her, he hoped this time around she wouldn’t run away from him.

“Look at me,” he broke the silence as he pulled away from her slightly. She looked up at him a small smile on her face, before she could even say anything their lips collided and this time the only thought the circled her mind was don’t stop.

Their lips fit perfectly together and before she even realized her legs were straddled around his waist as his hands cupped Y/N’s butt to help keep her up.

“My rooms down the hall,” she mumbled into his mouth not quite wanting to break the kiss. He was right on it and started toward the room at the end of the hall. His hand searching for the door knob as his other kept a hold on her. The two not parting lips once the whole time.

Within seconds he had her laid down on her bed, his hand finally able to feel up and down the curves of her body underneath him. The kiss was quickly become more lustful and desperate as the two pulled each other so close their was no space between them. He had waited for this moment since the day he met her, but he knew him and how he felt about this girl even if it was hard for him to say it out loud. He knew if they were to go past this point they’d cross a line he wouldn’t be able to come back from.

“There is no turning back after this,” he mumbled into her neck, “once we do this you’re mine.” The smirk on his face became prominent as he pulled away enough for his face to come into her view. “So i’m going to say this on more time, getting caught up with me is dangerous territory, princess.” His hand rested on the small of her back as he spoke. Y/N looked at him, shaking her head as she tried to hold back a smile. “You can say that all you want but i feel safest when i’m with you,” it was true too, she would do anything with him because he made her feel that comfortable and maybe that was the dangerous territory he was talking about but it was a feeling she’d never felt before and a feeling she never knew she longed for.

“Now show me all the things you’ve wanted to do to me,” her finger ran down his arm as a smirk formed on the girls lips.

“Beg for it,” he pulled his bottom lip through his teeth as he looked down at her.

“Please, daddy,” she whined, her hand grazing over the bulge in his jeans.

It was as if she knew just the right word to get to him, to send his mind on a whirl. “I’m going to need a little more than that, babygirl,” he licked his lips as he pulled her shirt off and ran his fingers along her breast, his thumb running over her nipple a few times to omit small moans from Y/N.

“Sweets, i need you inside me,” her hands undoing his jeans as she looked up at her, her eyes filled with lust, “please daddy, i can’t wait anymore,” she whined, pushing his pants from his waist as he helped her along and shuffled out of them allowing them to fall to the floor.

“That’s my girl,” he pressed his lips against hers as his hands slide past her stomach and into her panties. His fingers circling her clit for a few rounds before her kisses started getting breathy. “Moan for me baby,” he smirked, his fingers slipping in which made Y/N squirm only turning Sweet Pea on more, his fingers started to find a perfect rhythm as he slide them in and out, his thumb circling her clit simultaneously. “Oh my-, fuck,” she moaned, her hand gripping the back of his neck to pull him toward her, “you’re so wet princess,” was the last thing his was able to whisper to her before their lips collided together.

She felt her walls beginning to clench against his fingers and that’s when her fingers pushed down on his briefs, “Sweets,” she begged. He looked down at her a smirk playing along his lips. “Cum for me right now and i’ll give you anything you want,” he couldn’t help but feel satisfied already, the look of pleasure on her face was enough for him.

She looked at him desperately wanting to feel him inside her, “Sweets,” she panted and in the moment his fingers picked up pace forcing her to squirm underneath him. “Cum for daddy,” she felt her body tightening in his hands and as she looked him in the eyes as she let go, loud moans falling out of her mouth as he finally pulled his fingers out. As he pulled his hand from inside her panties he pulled them down and off of her.

Standing to his feet for a moment as he removed any remaining fabric from his body, Y’N looking up at him as she bite her bottom lip. She sat up and propped herself up on her knees, placing her hand on the side of his face and pulling him into a kiss. His hands roaming her body aimlessly until he got a handful off her ass, giving her ass a slap before pushed her back down onto the bed. His hand wrapping around her neck, “plea-” before she could even finish he thrust inside her forcing a loud moan to escape the small girl.

“You’ll come when i tell you to.” He growled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Faster, daddy,” she moaned.

“Say yes, daddy when i tell you something” His grip on her neck tightened slightly as he sped up his pace, just as she asked.

“Yes, daddy,” she ran her hands over her breast, her back arching underneath Sweet Pea, when he pushed her hands away with his nose and took a mouthful of her breast his tongue flicking her nipple.

His eyes glanced up to see the look on her face, the look of pure ecstasy was on the girls face.as she felt him fill her.

“Oh my god, daddy, i- fuck,” her voiced bounced off the walls only encouraging Sweet Pea more as he picked up his pace and proceeded to thrust further inside of Y/N.

He pulled her on top of him, his hands falling to her hips, guiding her along as he thrust himself further insider of her with each pump. Her hands rested on his sweaty chest as she bite her lip in an attempt to silence her self but once Sweet Pea noticed what she was trying to do, her slipped his fingers in her mouth, Y/N sucking on his finger desperately. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, feeling himself coming to a climax.

“You can cum now, princess.” his words were like bond and in that moment she felt herself relax immediately, allowing him to go slightly deeper inside of her. Her head falling back and she moaned his name one last time as she felt him release inside of her simultaneously, giving one last pump before he pulled her down to lay with him. His arms wrapped tightly around her as he kissed her forehead.

The two laid their for a few minutes, synced breathing patterns as they lay their trying to finding their composure.

“So i’m yours now, huh?” she panted in an attempt to catch her breath. Her finger circled his bare chest as she glanced up at him.

“You’re all mine,” he assured her, giving her a rough booty grab as he pressed his lips against her temple. “My princess,” he smirked. And in that moment, Y/N knew she was in trouble, due to the feeling she got in the pit of her stomach when he referred to her as his princess. Most people would call what she felt, butterflies something she’d felt one too many times around this boy.

“Does this mean i can ask yo for a sandwich and get away with it?” she giggled.

He raised his brows at her but nodded, “tell me where i can what in the fridge,” he slipped out from her arms as he got up and pulled on his briefs. “it’s all in the bottom bin,” she replied shocked he actually agreed to it. He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her quickly before making his way out of the room, leaving the door open halfway.

Y/N turned over to her back as she looked up at the ceiling. “He’s mine,” she whispered to herself a huge smile plastered across her face. A part of her knew the two of them wold have to deal with the whole coming out to everyone but for know her mind was set on him and how surprisingly happy she was being the girlfriend of a Serpent.

“Where the fck is it?” She heard Sweet Pea groaning in the kitchen. She shook her head laughing as she climbed off the bed and started down the hall.

“What are you looking for, Sweets?’ she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. His brows raised as he felt her breast push up against his bare back.

“Y/N, did you put any clothes on?” He questioned.

She pulled away to allow him to turn and look at her, “no, was i suppose to,” she asked, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him. “No, yo can stay like that all night,” Sweet Pea shrugged placing his hands on her sides as he took her body in.

“God your beautiful,” he whispered to her. Her cheeks turning a rosy pink as she looked away from him. “Accept the compliment, princess. “ he groaned despite the smile on his face as he turned back to continue making their sandwiches.

So that was the difference between the Northside princess and the affectionate princess, it was like a mental note she jotted down in the moment.

“Ham or turkey?” she asked wrapping her arms around his waist once again. “Ham,” he said as if their were no other option. She just nodded as he handed her the sandwich. She took it and started back toward the bedroom, Sweet Pea following close behind.

“What were you looking for?” she questioned. “A knife, to cut your sandwich,” he said honestly a innocent look washing over his face. “You were going to cut it for me?” she asked. “Yeah, i remember you saying that how you liked them,” he admitted, proving that those nights when she rambled on thinking her wasn’t paying her any mind he clearly had been.

“You’re too cute,” she smiled, winning a eye roll from the boy as he shook his head. “No i’m not.” Y/N raised her brow and shook her head at him, crawling over from one side of the bed to in between his legs, “yes you are, Sweets,” her head rested on his shoulder pressing her lips against his cheeks before taking a bite of his sandwich.

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shaniahnoel · 6 years

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Buttercup 12/12

Just like that, my first fanfiction series [actually, my first fanfiction ever] has ended. Thank you for following, reblogging, and commenting. It means so much to me. I hope you’ll continue to come back for Fangs and for more Sweet Pea (with a new OC). Please continue to make requests and continue to share. Much love <3

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2192ish

Masterlist

At the insistence of Sweet Pea, Sophia took a weekend to visit her brother and to check out Julliard. At first, she’d been against it entirely, but as they toured the school she found herself thinking about the possibilities. The tour guide informed them of the success of alumni, and she caught sight of the most beautiful piano she’d ever seen. Within a few days, she was submitting her application and her brother was pulling a few strings to have her be auditioned even this late in her senior year. After some deliberation, she was accepted.

As graduation grew closer, Sweet Pea had become more and more withdrawn. He’d been the one to encourage her to pursue her dreams, but Sophia suspected that the reality of the situation was dawning on him. After summer ended, she’d be going to New York and Sweet Pea would remain in the South Side. She reminded him time and time again that she would visit, that he could visit, and that the distance would change nothing, but his moods continued.

When graduation came, it was a bittersweet moment, and Sophia walked to the microphone nervously. It truly hadn’t been a surprise to find herself standing here as valedictorian, but as she straightened her notes the last school year flooded through her mind. Never once glancing down, she launched into a speech about friendship, loss, belonging, and hope. She encouraged her classmates to pursue their dreams, to be the person that they were meant to be. As she ended the speech with tears in her eyes, the crowd thundered its applause—Sweet Pea’s cheers the only ones to rise above the rest of the Serpents who’d come out to support their people. After graduation, the summer passed too quickly. In the middle of July, Marcus called to alert Sophia to an opportunity to work as a piano tutor while at Julliard, a position available if she accepted immediately. Sweet Pea didn’t take the news very well, but Sophia had a plan. It was clear that words were not going to convince her Serpent that she was his.

Fangs took her to make a painful, expensive purchase, and she arranged for Sweet Pea to meet her at their park a few days later. She’d been swinging for a few minutes when she caught sight of him wandering through the gate. In a well-rehearsed dance, she dragged her foot against the dirt as he offered his hand to her. She leaped from the swing and they strolled hand and hand. There was a slight tension in his shoulders that she didn’t understand.

“What’d you wanna talk about?” His voice was careful, guarded.

“Well, I’m leaving for New York in a few days and I thought we had some things we needed to discuss.” She paused for him to say something, but he remained stiff. “Anyways,” she continued, “I know you’re not a fan of me leaving for New York, but you also told me to chase my dreams. It’s not going to change our relationship.”

“For now,” he added, his voice a mixture of bitter and sad.

“What’s the supposed to mean?”

“I believe you. I mean, I think that you believe what you’re saying, but you’re not meant for the South Side. Once you see the world, once the world sees you… I don’t think that you’ll wanna come back. I can’t blame you for that.” His words were resigned, as if the future were inevitable.

“Sweet Pea, I have tried to tell you a million times how much you mean to me, but I realized my words aren’t going to change your mind. So, sweetheart, you’ve pushed me to take drastic action.”

At this point, they’d walked into a secluded area of the woods. His eyes widened as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the tank-top underneath. Sophia rolled her eyes as she realized the direction his thoughts had gone. She tugged at her top, pulling the fabric aside to reveal the still puffy skin. Sweet Pea sucked in a breath as his eyes traced the shape. Delicate flowers trailed across her chest forming a small S just above her heart. His eyes flew up from the sweet peas to meet hers and she smiled, stepping forward.

“You got your tattoo to show who your family is and tell people where you belong,” she said, stroking his snake. “I got mine for the same reason. Wherever you are, Sweet Pea, South Side or on the other side of the world, that’s where I belong and that where I—”

“I love you.”

The words came out swiftly, conveying a thousand emotions. There was a beat of silence as Sophia took in the words of her boyfriend, words he had never uttered before. The hint of nervousness appeared in his eyes.

“I love you, too.”

Their lips crushed the others, a fervent passion running between them. When they’d finally broke apart, Sophia spoke again, “I will come back to you, Sweet Pea. You’re the one who gave me the strength to live my dream.”

MASSIVE TIME SKIP TO WINTER: SENIOR YEAR AT JULLIARD

Sophia was feeling nervous. This was far from her first concert at Julliard, but it was the first which would have Sweet Pea in attendance. Her courses were challenging, the training rigorous, but somehow, she was nearing the end of her final year. Long distance had been a rocky experience, but they were making it. There was some tension when she was unable to come home for celebrations, but usually they made up for it when possible. Call times had varied and, so she hadn’t been able to connect with him before the concert, but she knew he was there. Hopefully she’d be able to find him in the audience.

The stage lights were bright, but she paid them no mind as she took her place at the piano. They dimmed slightly, but it threw the audience into shadow. She was playing the classics, several pieces required by the department. Her final piece, however, was an original. As of late, her muse had been Sweet Pea and this song was no exception. When her last note faded into silence, the crowd erupted, and she bowed humbly. It was then that she saw what she suspected to be the shadowy frame of her tall boyfriend. Her smile faltered as he seemed to be walking out of the auditorium–that was not what they’d had planned.

She hurried her way through the crowds as soon as the formalities were over. Marcus was waiting for her, roses in hand. She accepted them brusquely, still scanning the crowds. Aunt Rachel forced her way over with Fangs and Toni in tow. This was a pleasant surprise and for a moment, her panic was forgotten as she embraced them all. After exchanging congratulations and thank-you’s, she scanned the room again. This time, Fangs caught her.

“He left, Soph.” His voice was a blend of sad and angry. Toni just looked furious. As Marcus and Rachel moved forward to comfort her, Sophia forced the smile to remain on her face. No crying.

Winter break was only a week away, and Sophia was determined to wait him out. No texts lit up her phone, and no calls came in from the Serpent. At first, Sophia had spent hours wracking her brain for what had gone wrong, but she was coming up blank. He’d been so excited in the planning, dying to see her perform at Julliard. She had been determined not to text him first, but as she was bordering the plane home, she’d decided her course of action.

Thus, she found herself outside of his house, slamming her fist against the door. The fierce look on his face faded into shame as he realized that the assailant was his irate girlfriend (yes, girlfriend. Sophia was not about to be an ex without proper communication.) Without waiting for an invitation, Sophia forced her way into his home and sat moodily on the sofa. Sweet Pea followed warily.

“Well,” she asked, tone clipped.

“Well what?”

“You encouraged me to go to Julliard. We finally told each other that we love each other. We’ve now been together for over four years. Sure, we missed celebrating that together, but you promised that we’d celebrate when you came to New York. But then you decided to leave after my concert and so instead of celebrating what should have been a monumental occasion in my life, I was forced to cry in my room for five hours until I finally passed out.”

She inhaled deeply after her rant, her chest rising heavily.

“I’m sorry,” he said lamely. “I panicked when I saw you perform.”

“Go on,” she prompted, yielding slightly to the emotion in his voice.

“I just… I mean you said it yourself. I saw you up there, dressed so beautifully, playing so wonderfully, surrounded by likeminded people. And there I was, in my alcoholic father’s second-best suit. It just made it so clear to me that we’re so different. I’m a mechanic for pete’s sake. A life with me isn’t going to give you the monumental occasion that you deserve.”

It was an emotional response, Sophia knew that, but the utter relief at his explanation was too much for her and she found herself laughing. At his defensive glare, she sobered up quickly, and looked at him with utter sympathy in her eyes.

“I love you, Sweet Pea…”

“I love you, too, but that’s why I can’t—”

“Let me finish. I love you. Julliard has been a wonderful experience, absolutely. To be able to play this concert was an honor, but that’s not the monumental occasion I was talking about.”

“Then what were you–?”

“Our four-year celebration. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, y’know? Everyone’s talking about senior year and what sort of jobs they’re going to get after graduation, but I just can’t see it. Every time we talk about our dreams, I just see you. So, I thought about it, and I just keep coming back to South Side High. After all this time, it still doesn’t have a music department. I was thinking that I could apply, start something. Maybe use my Serpent persuasion for some good,” she nudged his arm playfully.

“You want to stay in the South Side?”

“I want to stay with you,” she said simply.

“That’s not a good reason to make a decision like that.”

“But you’ve always told me to follow my heart, P, and it’s right here,” she placed her left hand over his heart and he grasped it firmly in his. A strange look crossed his face—nervousness, worry, and love all in one. In a swift motion, Sweet Pea sank to one knee, keeping her hand in his. With the other, he ripped the chain from his neck, freeing the ring.

“Sophia, I’m an idiot and I know it.. From the day you walked into my life you’ve been changing me and shaping me into a better man. I’m not afraid to love anymore, but I’m terrified I won’t love you enough. You are my heart, and everything I could ever want. I-if you really think that I’m the same for you, that you would really be happy here then I want nothing more than for you to stay here, with me. I promise that I will work to be the person that you deserve every day for the rest of our lives, will you marry me?”

The tears flowed swiftly down her cheeks as she looked at the man before her. His shoulders were broader, his jaw sharper, but his eyes were a soft chocolate as they stared into hers. Soon after they’d first met, she’d wondered what it’d be like to be vulnerable with Sweet Pea. She’d never imagined that they’d grow into this. Life with Sweet Pea had been a tremendous roller coaster, and she was certain that it always would be. However, she also knew that it was a ride she’d never want to get off.

“Yes.”

Sweet Pea grabbed her around the waist and spun her quickly. His lips claimed hers and for a moment they forgot the world. With a small chuckle, he realized that he hadn’t actually placed the ring on her finger. As he slid the delicate band over her finger, it was a pleasant surprise to find that it fit perfectly—as if it were made for her. Something about this was odd enough to pierce through the moment, and Sophia raised her eyes to his.

“It fits me.” The confusion in her voice made her words a question; The ring had been much bigger before. Sweet Pea’s face flushed.

“I, uhm, I may have used Toni to do some recon—she didn’t know that, though. And I may have had the ring resized a while ago.”

“A while ago…?”

“After your birthday. When you decided to stay.”

“A-are you saying that you’ve been planning to propose for four years?”

“Well, not exactly. I knew we weren’t ready for that, but I also knew I wasn’t gonna want anybody else.”

Her mouth opened and shut several times, but some moments have no words. She threw herself into Sweet Pea’s arms and they stood together, wrapped in the arms of the one they called home.

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hysterialevi · 6 years

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Where the Demons Sleep pt. 8 (Cobblebats)

OMG the wait for this chapter. I’m sorry to have kept you guys hanging for so long. I was pretty sick for a while, and also a bit stumped, but I’m feeling much better now. Hope you enjoy :)

From Oswald’s POV

THE CELLAR

“...Hello...?” A man’s voice called out, his tone oddly casual. It echoed in my head like a bell, and bounced off the walls of my skull, rattling the headache I already had even further. Braxton? No. It didn’t sound like him, and it certainly wasn’t William. Who was speaking?

“Hey,” they raised their volume a little, “can you hear me? You’re not dead already, are you?”

With a light nudge from the stranger, I felt my eyes fluttering open as they began to shake me into consciousness, revealing a new environment and a new face in front of me.

The stranger turned out to be a young man with unkempt, black hair, some scruff, and hazel eyes. He looked close to my age, and his accent didn’t sound like he was from England. In fact, he sounded like he was from...Gotham. Could it really be? It may have been two decades since I’d seen that god-awful city, but I’d still recognize that accent anywhere. What was someone from Gotham doing here? Was there a chance they’d know about Bruce? I supposed there was only one way to find out.

“W-what?” I blurted, still a little bleary. “Who are you?”

He let out a breath of relief. “Oh, good. You are alive. No offence, but you looked pretty dead there for a second. Glad to see you’re still with us,” he placed an introducing hand on his chest. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Aiden, and you must be Oswald Cobblepot. I’ve heard a lot about you, and how you fight in the ring. Impressive stuff.”

My head jolted upward in realization. “You’re Aiden? As in Aiden King?”

He chuckled. “Well, well. Didn’t know I was a celebrity. How d’you know who I am?”

I leaned forward. “Kane’s son told me ‘bout you. Said that you were more than experienced with tryin’ to escape this place, and that you could help me break out. Though, I think I’d prefer the help of someone who’s actually succeeded.”

Aiden frowned in a playful manner. “Hey, I tried. Multiple times, in fact. It’s the effort that counts, right? Besides, with the help of you and your friend here, I think we could finally pull it off. Though, it’s still gonna be tricky.”

I paused. “...wait, my friend? You mean Braxton? Where is he? Is he okay?”

Suddenly, emerging from the shadows, I saw Hugh himself limp up behind Aiden, standing tall as always. His face was littered with dark bruises and cuts, one of his eyes had nearly been swollen shut, and I could tell that it was taking him a huge amount of energy just to stay on his feet. And as if he didn’t look broken enough, William had also stripped him of both his signature hat and suit jacket, taking away the only symbols of authority he ever had. I instantly rose to my feet at the worrying sight.

“Hugh!” I reached out to hug him, only to stop myself before I could even move. I didn’t want to accidentally hurt him further -- especially after what he’d been through -- and the man had never been fond of hugs anyways. So, I simply stood there, prepared to catch him at a moment’s notice if he were to collapse.

“How...how are you feeling?” I asked.

“I’m fine, Oz,” Braxton reassured, glancing around the cellar. “I can hit harder than that dusty old prick in my sleep. Right now, we’ve got a bigger issue to take care of. William’s locked us up in his own, personal prison, and if what the guards are saying is true, then he’s planning to have us killed soon. We need to leave.”

I took a step back. “How long have I been out?”

“I dunno -- two hours, maybe? Long enough for me and Aiden to come up with a plan.”

I checked to see if anyone was listening before I said anything else. This was all moving rather quickly for my liking, and I wasn’t even sure if I was completely awake yet, but the urgency of our situation was pretty obvious. I lowered my voice, keeping it down to a whisper.

“All right, what’s the plan?”

Aiden rested his hands on his hips. “Well, first of all, we’re gonna have to break out here, obviously. But once we take care of that, I’m afraid the next step might not be as easy. You see, Braxton here told me about your original plans to kidnap Brannigan, and use his money for yourself. And as clever as that is, I’m sorry to say it may not be as simple as you might’ve expected. Brannigan is filthy-rich, yes, but a lot of his money...doesn’t actually belong to him.”

“What?” I questioned. “Isn’t he the one funding his gang?”

“Yes, but his money goes way deeper than his own pockets. All the way down to a criminal empire led by a certain snake called Bruce Wayne. I’m told you’re from Gotham too. No doubt you’re more than familiar with that name.”

I scoffed. “You’ve no idea.”

A look of worry covered Aiden’s face. “Then you know how dangerous he is. And you probably won’t be pleased to hear that Bruce is much more involved in this than you think. Where else do you think Brannigan gets his wealth from? Or William? They’re both dogs on a leash, and Wayne is the one holding them.”

Braxton jumped in. “You mentioned you saw photos of Wayne and Brannigan together. This is most likely what those were all about.”

I was still lost. “Wait, Bruce is helping both Brannigan and William? Aren’t they enemies?”

Aiden held a finger up. “Exactly. Don’t you get it? Bruce wants them to fight. He wants them to rip each other to shreds. Brannigan and William are two of the most powerful men in London. If they die, the throne will be left empty, and Bruce’ll be free to stroll right in and take it for himself.”

He grinned. “That’s why...we’re gonna bring him here.”

I blinked a few times in confusion, taking a moment to process what Aiden just said.

“I’m sorry, what? It sounded like you said you wanted to bring Bruce here.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think small. Don’t worry -- we’ll still stick with your old plans of going after Brannigan, but instead of only kidnapping him, we’re gonna kill him. And better than that, we’re gonna frame William for the murder. Bruce will have no choice but to come to England then, and that’ll be our opportunity to strike at the heart of this whole war. William will lose all his money, he’ll be weakened, and we can dispose of him as well. Not a bad plan, eh?”

I laughed, though it was more out of being overwhelmed than amused. “You certainly don’t hold back. I’ll give you that. You really think this’ll work?”

Aiden gave me a firm nod. “My people and I have been working on this for a while, actually. We just haven’t had enough manpower to carry it out. So...what d’you say? Will you help us?” He held a hand out.

I froze for a few seconds and stared at his palm, just trying to take in everything Aiden was telling me.

William had to die -- there was no question about that. Not only was the man a danger to me and Braxton, he was also a danger to his own men, and even his children.

But killing Bruce in the process...I wasn’t sure how I felt about that part. I knew it was risky for me to let my personal connections with him get in the way of business, but he was an old friend of mine. He protected me as a kid. Murdering him just so I could have an easier life...it felt wrong. Or perhaps, it wasn’t wrong at all.

I mean, based on the things I’d heard of the new Bruce -- he sounded identical to his father. Possibly even worse. Maybe it was best if he...died. Maybe everyone would be safer then. As much as it pained me to say that, it was clear what had to be done. I stepped closer to Aiden.

“...All right,” I said, gripping his hand. “I’ll...I’ll do it.”

He smiled from ear-to-ear. “Wonderful,” Aiden turned to Braxton. “And what about you, old man? You in?”

Hugh nodded. “Wherever Oz goes, I go. I’m in.” He nudged Aiden on the arm. “And don’t call me old.”

Aiden smirked. “Great. We’ll make our break tonight, when everyone’s asleep. In the meantime, try to get some rest. This isn’t going to be easy.”

Wandering off to one of the corners of the cell after the talk was finished, Braxton took a seat on the stone floor while Aiden returned to “his” spot, scribbling down some notes on a folded piece of paper that he kept in his pocket. Whatever he was writing, it was clear that Aiden had been here for quite a while -- or at least, long enough to study this place so thoroughly. It almost felt like he knew more about it than I did -- and I worked here. Or, I used to.

Sitting next to Hugh, I gently examined the wounded man and offered him a drink from my flask which he wasted no time in accepting, taking a swig as if there was no tomorrow. Though, I supposed if our plan failed, there wouldn’t be. He handed the flask back.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Braxton said, like he could read my mind. “William needed someone to punish, and I wasn’t about to let you take the beating. It was my doing, after all.”

I sighed, taking a sip of my own. “I just...what if he killed you, Hugh? What if he didn’t stop? Then where would we be?”

“You would still be here, and you would still be escaping tonight with Aiden. Only difference is I’d be dead.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, not like it’s a big deal.”

Braxton turned to face me. “My point is,” he grabbed the flask, “you’re not a little boy anymore, Oz. You don’t need me. What you need is to be prepared in case something actually does happen. I mean, with Bruce involved in this mess now, there’s no telling where the fuck this madness will go.”

I leaned back, resting my elbows on my knees. “Just because I’m an adult don’t mean I don’t need you, Hugh. You’re still family. But about Bruce...I’ve been meaning to ask: is it true what they say about him? Is he really that bad?”

Hugh shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you. I’ve never met the boy. Though, if he’s anything like that daddy of his, then he’s certainly gonna be a problem. William’s big and bad, sure, but have you ever been enemies with a Wayne? Conniving, little bastards, the lot of them. You never know what they’re up to. Never know what’s going on in those deceitful minds of theirs. I know you used to be close with Bruce, but I’d still be careful if I were you. Who knows how these past nineteen years have changed him?”

I reluctantly agreed. “You’re right, you’re right...but for the sake of our friendship, I hope he’s the same Bruce. Friends have become scarce as it is -- I don’t need to lose another one.”

Braxton returned the flask, and pointed outside the cell. “Well, one of them’s here to see you right now.”

Following Hugh’s gaze, I whirled around and stood up, only to find Rosie waiting on the other side of the bars. She appeared less frazzled than before, and despite the bruises marking her skin, she seemed to have cleaned up rather well. Though, I could still tell something was wrong. I carefully approached her.

“Rosie,” I called out in a hushed tone, “what are you doing here?” I sounded more bitter than intended.

She sighed in relief. “Oz -- oh thank goodness, you’re okay.” Rosie paused for a second, biting her lip as if she were about to cry.

“I’m...so sorry about earlier. My father -- he knows nothing happened between us, but he forced me to go along with his lies anyways; to keep quiet about the truth. He just wanted a reason to beat you up. I never blamed you, Oz. Or Braxton. You have to believe me!”

I patted her shoulder through the bars in an attempt to calm her down.

“Shh, it’s all right. It’s all right. Of course I believe you. You’re one of the few people I can trust here. I know you wouldn’t turn on me like that.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Oz. That means a lot to me.”

I gently took her hand into my own, gesturing to the bruises running up her arm. “I don’t mean to pry, Rosie, but...William didn’t do this to you...did he?”

Rosie averted her eyes from me, blankly staring at the floor. “...my father calls it ‘discipline.’ It’s his way of keeping me and Richie under control.”

I had to admit, I was shocked. I always knew William was a piece of shit anyways, but to go as far as beating his own children -- how sick could one man be? I found myself tightening my grip on Rosie’s hand.

“He does this to Richie too?” I asked, my voice nearly shaking with anger. She nodded.

“Richie may look big and strong, but in reality, my little brother deals with more than I do. It’s why he’s so obedient. My father uses him like a guard dog.”

I let out a breath. “...Jesus. I’m...I’m sorry to hear that. Y’know, we’re actually planning to escape soon. Why don’t you come with us?”

Rosie hesitated. It was clear she wanted to accept, but there was still something holding her back.

“I would love to, Oz, but...I can’t just leave Richie behind. He needs me.”

I persisted. “I never said you had to.”

She thought for a moment, still holding onto my hand as she glanced over her shoulder to make sure the guards weren’t too close. She leaned forward.

“I’ll consider your offer,” Rosie agreed. “And I’ll also talk to Richie about it. When are you guys planning to break out?”

“Tonight.”

“Then I’ll let you know beforehand. Until then,” she unwillingly released her grasp, “please stay safe, Oz. This isn’t going to get any easier.”

Stepping back, Rosie turned around to leave before suddenly halting in her tracks, as if something had just popped up in her mind.

“Oh! I almost forgot --” She pulled out a very familiar-looking hat and passed it to me, smiling bashfully. “I managed to retrieve Hugh’s hat from my dad’s office. Figured he’d want it back.”

I chuckled, waving it as thanks. “He’ll be happy to see it again. I swear, the thing’s like family to him. I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Rosie walked away for real this time, returning the wave as a goodbye. “Good luck out there, Oz. Maybe England will finally see you as more than just a boxer. Maybe they’ll see you as who you are.”

“...As a penguin?”

She laughed. “The Penguin.”

Disappearing from sight, Rosie quickly made her way out of the cellar and to Richie, leaving me with a new sense of determination as I tore myself away from the bars.

After what happened with William, I felt hopeless and defeated -- like all of my effort had been for nothing, and that I was about to lose everything I’d worked for.

Now though, there was a little, crazy voice in the back of my head, encouraging me and saying that I could do this -- and I actually believed it. Was it just false ambition? Or was this whole situation really a blessing in disguise? I guessed that all depended on me.

Strolling back to Braxton, I casually dangled the hat in front of him, wiggling it in order to get his attention. His eyes snapped upwards, and a satisfied look spread across his face as he took the accessory into his hands.

“Well, well...” he patted some dust off it, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

He proudly placed it back on his head and adjusted its position before glancing at me. “Where’d you find this beauty?”

“Rosie got it back for you,” I explained. “Nicked it from William’s office.”

“She’s a sweetheart, that one. I’ll have to thank her later -- if we ever escape this shit hole, that is.”

I took a seat next to Hugh, getting comfortable while I still had the chance. “We got this, mate,” I assured. “Just watch. We’ll be outta here by tomorrow morning.”

He raised a brow. “You sound very sure of that.”

I grinned. “Oh, I am. Don’t believe me? You can buy a round of drinks for us once we break free.”

Braxton snickered at that, playfully punching me on the arm. “Y’know what? I’ll take that bet. We make it outta here, and drinks will be on me. If we don’t, well...I suppose we’ll all be dead then, won’t we? For the first time in my life...I’m hoping I lose.”

I returned the punch, glowering at him in a joking manner. “Betting on your own death. I don’t think there’s a more ‘Braxton’ way to die.”

He pulled the hat down over his eyes and leaned back, folding his hands on top of his chest as he prepared to get some rest.

“If we’re gonna die, may as well do it in style.”

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Okay, I am totally digging your idea of the shimada dragons being eldritch horrors. How do they work besides being total agents of destruction? Can they converse with their hosts? Do they feel affection for them? Pls tell me ur headcanons. And hanzo having two dragons, oh boy. Is this still sticking with canon or is it veering off to au territory where the clan uses hanzo as a weapon? If we stick w/ the original timeline, obvs hanzo is still alive and kicking. But hes already nearing forty...

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So, I tried to explain some of thisin a fic about Genji getting his dragon, but it’s not done because it’s beingsuper uncooperative. Imagine that, Genji being uncooperative. Anyway.

The whole exercise was essentiallyme and my friend trying to figure out how the fuck blizzard gets off havingliteral magic dragons in their (admittedly al-dente) sci-fi universe, and yeah,I’m trying to make it not directly conflict with canon or the current timeline.Luckily canon is pretty vague about a lot, so I have a big sandbox to play in.If it becomes explicit lore that they’re literally magic, I invite Chu orKaplan to fight me behind the nearest Denny’s. I’m pretty sure I can take them, what I lack in height I make up for in sheer rage.

So, I looked at the dragons, andbeing a terrible person who loves sad things, my first thought was “Those definitelygive you cancer. That’s some high energy bullshit. These Shimada guys are turbofucked.” Next question, what the fuck do weird glowing cancer snakes care abouta random subset of the Japanese population? Well there’s something, probablygenetic because it’s only just them, about them that’s of interest, there hasto be.

Enter, two of my favorite things,multiverse and aliens! This shows up a little bit in the Hellboy comics, Tanis, and The City at the End of Time(which should have been so much better than it was). Also, uh, cough, a fandomthat I spent waaay to much time in despite the many, many problems. Anyway, ifthe dragons aren’t from this universe and need some kind of conduit to comehere for Dragon Reasons, then the Shimada clan could be that conduit. Eitherit’s something about their genetics or something about the place they’re allliving, but something about these people made them more attuned to whateverwavelength the dragons are on. So I think the Shimadas themselves representthin spots between their universe and ours, with the Well being the crossoverpoint where it’s easier for the dragon and the host to entangle, and the entanglementlasts until the host dies. (Sidebar: That all grew out of the antenna model forontological dualism) (Sidebar: I think they’re only dragons because the ancientShimadas expected dragons so that’s what they got. They could be anything, and theyinhabit more than just 3-space. This is kind of the vibe I’m thinking of. If they’d shown up in medieval europe, they’d probably look like angels or saints.) It seemed weird to me that they’re just hereto kill. They could be eating people, or some facet of people (heat, electricalimpulses in the nervous system, etc.) but that seems super inefficient. There’senergy everywhere here, once the meat people let you in, why would you let thembe your gatekeepers? But that got me thinking, what if they’re here to getsomething and the Shimadas are acting as an antenna or foothold for them? Is theirkilling for the Shimadas more of a side effect? If they do need the Shimadas tobe alive, then it makes sense they would protect them.

Circling back to multiverse for amoment, what if their universe is dying, undergoing its heat death? They seem to be beings made of energy, atleast partially, (pulling from CatEoT, there were beings there whose minds transcendedmaterial form and were fucked whenthe heat death began.) Point of interest, there are supervoids in our universethat just seems weird. Fun fact, Earthis in the largest supervoid known to science, the KBC Void. What if the dragonsare actually here to strip mine energy and entropy and take it back to theiruniverse to keep it alive longer? A heat death is just the end of alldifference in energy levels, so if they’re stealing more energy from here tomaintain differentials to keep going, that would be a reason for them to behere that isn’t a weird crush on the Shimada clan.

Okay, but, uh, they’re killing thehosts. They give them cell-degrading radiation exposure when they manifest, becausethe Shimada doing the summoning is at ground zero for a second, roasting alive.Well, I don’t think the dragons actually grok that point! They’re beings madeof energy, and I think they mostly view the Shimadas as a web of heat and electricalimpulse and chemical activity, but I think very few of them understand them asconscious creatures because the way they think is so divergent. It’s like wonderingif your car has feelings. It’s real damn complicated, but is it thatcomplicated? Maybe, but probably not. So, like when your car squeals and you dosomething to fix it, that’s kind of like what the dragons are doing when themantra is repeated. But in using your car, you are damaging it through wear andtear, and that’s what the dragons are doing through repeated summoning. TheShimadas understand this as a kind of tit-for-tat, obviously the spirits wouldwant something so their lives must be it. And if this all started in prehistory youcan’t really blame them, when the conceptual framework for talking about the multiverse scientifically is so recent.

I don’t think they communicatelike humans do, through body language, touch, and vibrating the air withspecialized organs. I think they communicate feeling and intent more directly, probablywith energetic impulses. So, the mantras that the Shimadas recite (which varyfrom person to person) act as a sort of trigger or alert. Thinking about specific thingsexcites parts of the brain in a specific way, and there is some low levelelectric current involved. If the dragons learn to recognize that, kind of inthe way we recognize our phones have low battery because the meter changes,then they manifest and attack to protect their host. If the host dies theylose their foothold in this universe, so they do what they can to keep them alive.I don’t think the Shimadas grok that this is a side effect, I think theygenuinely believe them to be spirits. (My understanding is that a thought likethat wouldn’t be out of line with Shinto. A very devout Christian would believein angelic interference, for instance.) I do think the dragons recognize otherhosts, and try not to attack them generally if they’re in the line of fire, andthat the dragons, after a while, learn to pick out what their host thinks of asfoes. So, Genji’s dragon wouldn’t attack a friend (let’s say McCree is standingbeside him, providing covering fire) because it’s learned that the kind ofattention Genji is paying McCree is good attention, but will attack the guyjust as close trying to stab Genji, because that’s bad attention. It does takea while for that to set in, and some dragons are less discerning than others.

They can, however, learn to ‘talk’.They mostly just don’t bother. It’s a pain exciting the aural nerves in theright way, learning what the right way is, and they usually misinterpretfeelings when shared directly and dump a bunch of cortisol and freak out. Imaginetrying to learn to talk to your cat. (Spoilers for a fic I may never finish, Ithink Genji’s does talk to him. I think Genji has a very close relationshipwith his dragon, and that is basically unheard of. He’s a natural adorcist andlearned more from his dragon that the clan had in hundreds of years. Genji’sdragon is enamored with him, and Genji with her. It’s part of why he’s stillalive, she shielded him from a lot of the damage Hanzo’s dragons would havedone and shunted a lot energy away from his vitals because she learned from himwhat to protect. Genji would probably have just been burnt to a crisp if she’donly been on the offensive. She also helps soothe some of the phantom pain bypulling strings in his nervous system.)

(Okay, this section is pretty dark.)

Hanzo’s dragons think there’ssomething wrong with him. He keeps hunting down other hosts, making it harderto do their work, and keeps getting damaged. I don’t think Hanzo thinks hedeserves to do the honorable thing and kill himself directly, but I do thinkonce or twice he’s thrown down his weapons to let someone kill him, right afterGenji. His dragons won’t let it happen, they come on their own and attackeverything around him. They do not trust his judgement, and they’re harder forhim to summon and sometimes come when he doesn’t want. They don’t understandthe family politics that when into attacking Genji and then attacking the others,they think he’s just a malfunctioning machine they have to put up with.

(Uh, that’s over)

So, with two dragons, I do think theclan wanted him to be their weapon. I think, in the lull after the Crisis,there had been a kind of status quo with the various yakuza clans and Sojirowas content to maintain it. Others, now that they had a WMD in their pockets, wantedto expand territory and influence. Sojiro was like “HARD FUCKING PASS” and as long as he wasalive, he prevented Hanzo from going on more assassinations than necessary, and kepthim to more administrative things, even if that meant doing more work withdragons himself and dying faster. (Sidebar, I think the assassination thing iskind of a secret. Only people in the know would ask, and they don’t take money,they take favors. Money can be tracked. Favors can’t. Only the family is involved at any stage of planning orexecution. The client families and client organizations and random mooks haveno idea, because the rest of the clan’s business is grey market brokering or smuggling.) That’s also part of the reason the elders were so adamant Genji getin line, because if Hanzo died young they needed him to take charge. Sojirokind of let Genji be a useless fuckboy because it would keep Hanzo safer if hewas the only viable heir. It broke his heart to do it, because it ruined hisrelationship with Hanzo and the brothers’ relationship with each other, but hewasn’t going to bury Hanzo. Hanzo never puts it together, he thinks his dadjust liked Genji better and he wasn’t a good enough leader to bring him in line. Genji didn’t fuckingcare, because he was a spoiled brat, but kind of kens the truth in Nepal afterhaving to sit down and actually sort through his life and his choices.

So, because Hanzo has fuckeddirectly off, he’s done less damage to himself with the dragons than he wouldhave otherwise, but he’s still getting sick. (For a long time, it was a realworry of Genji’s that Hanzo would die before he could kill him. And then, whenGenji forgave him, that’d it’d be too late.) Nobody in the clan actually doesanything to fucking TREAT the cancer, because they think it’s part of somemagic bargain. The dragons do not fucking care if you get chemo, Genji knows asmuch. So, Hanzo’s bought himself some time by running away (and killing otherShimadas by being sneaky rather than dragon fights when he can, since hisdragons are flaky, per the dark paragraph.) If Genji can bring Hanzo to Dr.Ziegler, she can absolutely get it under control. (He’s probably got someconcerning nodules, but not full blown malignant tumors in all of his him.) Hermethodologies could absolutely target and destroy cancerous cells and repair thedamage, if Hanzo will accept the treatment. So he’s not doomed, if he doesn’twant to be. (He’s trying to race liver failure and cancer on his own though, soGenji needs to get the lead out if he’s gonna put out this tire fire.)

I think I answered most of yourquestions? I love talking about this, so if you weren’t clear I’m happy toelaborate! Please forgive any spelling/grammar fuck ups, I wrote this all downkind of stream of consciousness.

#genji shimada #hanzo shimada #shimada dragons #overwatch meta #shimada meta #headcanon dump #dear anon ilu #i swear i didn't ask myself this question so i could squee #pinky swear even #ask answers

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