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ssentimentals · 2 years

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dating wonwoo feels like...

being wrapped in your favorite blanket on a chilly summer night. it's a bit windy on the rooftop and you cuddle close to him for the warmth; the sky is so clear and it seems like you can touch the stars if you just reach out - all of it fills your chest with the feeling of rightness. wonwoo makes you feel like you’re in the right place at the right time, exactly where you’re supposed to be - with him.

('do you believe in the theory of multiverse?' you ask in a whisper, staring up at the sky. 'just think of it! there are many, many dimensions, whole universes besides ours. we might not even be together in some of them, might not even know each other!'

wonwoo smiles, turning to look at you. he tucks your hair behind your ear and does it so gently, caressing the skin behind your ear in the process and that makes brightest blush burn your cheeks. 'i think it doesn't exist,' he answers back in a whisper and when you look at him questioningly, he elaborates: 'i mean, universe in which we are not together. it doesn't exist.')

wonwoo looks. he looks and looks and looks and tucks away every single piece of information about you into his heart to the point that he knows what you want better than you do. he is handing you your glasses before you start looking for them, your favorite drink is in his hand before you open your mouth to ask for it, he quietly excuses you both from the party before you turn to him to say that you're tired - he knows you, all of you. you are his favorite book, the good kind, the one that he comes back to re-read again and again, finding new meanings in the same old pages.

(you yawn and open your eyes, immediately finding his already looking back at you. it used to unnerve you a little - this solid focus that wonwoo has on you, the way his eyes never stray away from you - but now you're used to it, you ravel in this undivided attention. 'i think i'm getting sleepy,' you mutter, stretching your legs out and laying on top of him again. 'but i don't wanna move until we finish this chapter.'

wonwoo shakes his head, amused smile playing on his lips as he smoothes down your t-shirt that ranked up high on your back. 'we read this book three times, we both know how this chapter ends. let's move to the bed?'

'no, i's comfy here,' you whine petulantly and his heart squeezes in his chest with a dangerous emotion. you look up and his breath hitches, although not a muscle on his face moved. 'let's stay here, please? you can continue reading. and if i fall asleep you'll wake me up, yeah?'

he nods, knowing very well that you're about to fall asleep in next five minutes and knowing that he won't move, won't wake you up - he'll stay in this position even if it's a bit uncomfortable for him, just so he could savor you like this, unguarded and soft, all for him to treasure.)

dating wonwoo is knowing that it's okay not be okay. emotions can be overwhelming at times and he's here to give you all you need - a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear to rant to, a silent and comforting presence to fall to. he is always respectful of your wishes and boundaries and if it's space that you need then he'll give you one. it's never embarrassing to show your true self because he accepts it with gratefulness.

('how can i help you?' he asks quietly, voice strained. you are sitting at the opposite end of the couch and he hates this distance between you two, but he won't breach it unless you let him. there are tears in your eyes and his fingers itch with a desire to wipe them off and kiss your eyelids-

'just hold me, please.' you whisper and in the next second you're wrapped in his arms, pulled closer to his solid frame that engulfs you in safety and protection.

'you can cry, it's okay to cry,' he says, stroking your back. he places small kiss on top of your head and bites back his own tears. 'it will be alright.')

wonwoo is all about actions and not words. he helps you clean the house, sits next to you on purpose when you're feeling nervous, picks you up at any time and insists on you never walking alone when it's dark, he leaves small notes on the books at the places he knows you'll love. wonwoo is a quiet drive home with a soft tune playing in the background and your fingers interlaced, he is a forehead kiss that leaves you tingling with warmth, he is a companionable silence that never feels awkward.

dating wonwoo is like coming back home, where your favorite dish is waiting for you on the table and a set of clean clothes is set up in the bathroom just for you. it's full of coziness, familiarity and this oh so needed sense of belongingness.

('is it too wishful to think that you belong with me?' he asks and gasps, realizing he said it out loud. this thought's been bothering him for a while now and he usually lets his guard down with you, doesn't filter his thoughts but this? the intensity of what he feels for you scares him and you were not meant to learn this. 'i-'

you shush him by placing your finger against his lips. wonwoo frowns, seeing how your eyes well up with tears. he's ready to apologize but then you kiss him and any other thoughts leave his mind. you pull back, smiling. next words that leave your mouth make his head spin and heart jump out of his chest: 'i think i belong with you too.')

a/n: check out vernon part here and let me know what you think of this one <3

#wonwoo fluff #seventeen reaction #wonwoo x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen wonwoo #svt wonwoo #seventeen fluff #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen #svt #seventeen wonu #wonwoo imagine

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 10 months

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My...own take on Spider-Man rambling

Edit update I showed this crap to @kaijuguy19 first.

This is all copied from a draft from June 23rd, 2023. Which I will delete after posting this. This is what I have been talking about or hinting at. But I think I won’t really go through with it because even though I am being affected by outside opinions. But I feel like again, with a lot of different takes on this character. This is all just fanfiction, but I question if I should even go with this.

Especially with my weird mixed opinions on Sony’s Spider-Man Universe, my love and liking for certain adaptations such as the 70′s live action Spider-Man show. Along with Insomniac’s take on Spider-Man which is...LITERALLY WHAT I’M KIND OF DESCRIBING HERE. That my ideas aren’t really creatively new. Especially after playing the game recently which I have said in earlier posts.

Along with the idea of that I may have made Peter Parker more akin to Miguel O’Hara (The original comics version that is) but I had thought of him being literally the “Opposite” of Miguel in Across the Spider-Verse. And other changes I had wondered of having him get bitten by the spider at the age of 15 like in the 616 universe.

But the point being, this dude is a depressed man due to some hardships. But he’s one of the most human and caring people who is scared of losing people close to him. With this Peter’s character arc is learning to forgive himself for his uncle’s death, letting his guilt go & learning it’s okay to let them others in his life, that he doesn’t need to be alone. Even if there is danger being close to Spider-Man, he shouldn’t have to be alone in that responsibility.

And the fact I have imagined this Peter being on Miles’s side in Across the Spider-Verse. If the film was PG-13, he would say, “Fuck your canon.” taking the one F-bomb for the film and take on the entire Spider-Society and Miguel himself if he had to. I guess this idea is if RIPeter was a “Perfect” Spider-Man, but he was such a mess behind the mask when he was Peter Parker.

Anyway, I think I’ve said enough. I’ll let you all read the rest below the keep reading option. I really like Spider-Man. Whether it be comics, films, games, shows and whatever else. I strangely want to see Spider-Man in Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur. Whether it be Peter or Miles, or both, I would love to see both of them. Because I want to write something warm with Peter being this warm, protective “Older brother” to Lunella. Because this Peter is wary about LITERAL KIDS being superheroes because he became one at the age of 15...and it was rough for him.

You know, Spider-Man has had a lot of adaptations in different sorts of media. And considering recent stuff like my rant about the Sony spin off films for Spider-Man villains, me loving Insomniac’s take on Spider-Man in general. I feel like me doing a Spider-Man thing isn’t really worth. Despite I’m no director or so, this is basically just an AU. But I want to write this down in case I want to share it with anyone.

My take was the idea of making a Man of Steel/The Batman like approach and wanting to make a version of Spider-Man that really honored the source material but being its own thing. Including taking elements from previous versions. A take on character I’ve loved since I was a kid. And when I look at my idea, it feels like to me this seems to be the Spider-Verse films but without the multiverse aspect. Even something akin to Marvel’s Spider-Man PlayStation game series by Insomniac. But also, make “The Dark Knight” of the Spider-Man franchise which sounds silly.

The main focus or the two major characters are Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. Yet during this “Trilogy” there’s also the inclusion of Miles Morales as he is important later on. But the other two are what I wanted to focus on and talk about.

Peter has been Spider-Man for about 3 to 4 years. He’s not a veteran yet but not fully a rookie. MJ has not seen Peter since the end of high school. During an event where she is saved by Spider-Man. She likely accidentally discovers that her old high school friend, Peter is Spider-Man. It’s been four years since they met, they graduated at 18 and now 22 years old.

But what surprises her the difference in Peter’s personality when he’s not in costume. While as Spider-Man, Peter is more jokey, chattier and more whatever else. What you would expect of Spider-Man. But as Peter, yes, he’s reserved. Yet also, he’s...very pessimistic and just a tired young man. He’s strangely cynical and does suffer from anger issues. But he’s able to control it when he can. As Spider-Man, he’s kind of putting up an act in a way, but he can be himself as well.

In a strange way, Peter is basically a combination of Peter B. Parker and RIPeter from Into The Spider-Verse. There’s even a comment from MJ where she says, “You know, for a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. You sure are very pessimistic.” or something akin to that but yeah.

Since he had become Spider-Man, Peter’s life has been a mess. But not in the way you expected. There was a time where he tried to balance his life yet as everything went on, things couldn’t be balanced. His life has been a mess to where he’s evicted from his apartment, MJ offers him a place to stay, and he’s still working at the Daily Bugle. One idea included him dropping out of college, but that seems like too much.

Peter has literally sacrificed his personal life and relationships to focus on being Spider-Man and it showcases the problem when that happens. Including the fact during those four years, in this version. Gwen had broken up with Peter due to whatever he was doing. Especially because Gwen, her father and the rest of their family had moved out of the state. Peter hardly has any friends and keeps to himself most of the time. And there’s also another reason.

The death of Uncle Ben is still present. But there are other certain aspects to this origin. Peter is still reeling from the incident because while he was responsible for not stopping the killer. But Peter was there to witness Ben being shot in the face three times. Including before then possibly, learning his birth parents had purposely abandoned him so May and Ben can raise him. Peter learned this during an argument he had with his uncle. Which was revealed by Ben in anger. And was likely one of the last times Peter had spoken with Ben. Which Peter still strongly regrets that.

Despite the persona he puts on as Spider-Man. He’s still doing Spider-Man out of guilt, not out of anything else. Even though he understands what he’s been doing is a very good thing. But he looks at it in a strange negative light. And he kind of looks at Ben in a “sage” like way. But during this story and him reconnecting with MJ. There are things that Peter discovers about Ben that truly make him question being Spider-Man.

Including the “If you have great power, you have a great responsibility to use it” that Peter had to figure out himself after Ben’s death. This was meant to be in a strange way a reference or so the fact unlike many other versions. The iconic line was only said at the end of “Amazing Fantasy #15″ and my idea was to again, Peter realizing it himself without being told it.

During the story, Peter tries to push away MJ from helping him as Spider-Man in anyway. He’d rather keep the burden on himself and not allowing her in harm's way. It’s likely the guilt over Ben still troubles him and he tries to hide it. But a revelation is revealed to Peter, by a villain or in some other way.

It is revealed that Ben before marrying May or behind her back. Ben had been a criminal. Although not a hardened one, but a man who kept that part of him a secret from his family. A former bank robber who hadn’t kill anyone but had done some illegal things. And that the man who murdered him was one of his old friends who was originally going to rob them first. But upon recognizing Ben, the robber murdered Ben in anger. Or the idea the robber planned to kill Ben as he figured out where he lived.

This revelation destroys Peter’s concept of Spider-Man and should he even continue it. Even the horrible thought process of maybe Uncle Ben deserved to die. The truth eats away at him as he realized Ben wasn’t the “Perfect” father figure that he felt like he failed. But Peter learns later on that before Ben had been killed, there was a note he wanted to share with him.

Ben had written a note that details who he was before he met May and started raising him. When Peter was graduating but was slowly turning getting used to his new powers, Ben had started to worry for Peter. Including seeing how Peter was acting, Ben feared that Peter would’ve became like who he was before he wanted to change. The note contained an apology to Peter and wanting to explain who he really was and how he only wants Peter to make the best decisions he could. And that he shouldn’t push out a support system like May and whoever else because those are people that are willing to help change who you are. But it’s also his choice of who he wants to be.

One of the big themes for this story is “Duality”. Such as with MJ wanting to help Peter but he keeps pushing her out. She tells him (And this was important) that when they were younger, she used to put on a “Party girl” persona to hide what she had been going through. And in some cases, she still does. Mainly this was happening when her father had been abusive to her and their family. And when she and her family tried to report him to the police, MJ’s father left a “Fuck you” note and killed himself to not face the consequences when his family was able to prove what he was doing.

This idea and MJ telling Peter she knows what it’s like to hide under a mask. And again, the theme of “Duality” as Peter realizes how flawed his uncle was. But the note reveals that he truly was a good “Father” and simply was only worried for Peter. And with Peter realizing he doesn’t need to make himself suffer as Spider-Man and needs to allow people in to help him. But also, that his job as Spider-Man doesn’t need to be done out of guilt. He can be Spider-Man because of his choice and to honor what Ben would’ve wanted him to do.

And thus, Peter becoming less cynical and more well, hopeful.

Then we got the villains, and this was tricky. Originally or well, the major one seemed to be Mysterio and likely still could be. Who is basically a sociopathic and egotistical man using his talents to make himself look better than Spider-Man and things get worse. In a sick way, possibly an extremely dark mirror if Peter went down the line of still being selfish and having a superiority complex. Slowly becoming even more of a worse person when Quentin Beck at one point straight starts killing people to make Spider-Man look worse.

Another villain to be included Shocker (Who I love like, I love this dude) to be a secondary one. Maybe he still may be included. But Shocker was one of the earliest villains Spider-Man faced in his career in this story. Along with possibly Vulture, the Chameleon, and the Rhino. But one character I was really thinking of using that works so strongly was the Prowler, the Aaron Davis version.

Mainly the idea of Aaron/Prowler is a foil to Spider-Man not just in terms of design, but in other aspects. Despite one angle that like the Spider-Verse films, Aaron actually has a close bond with Miles and is a genuinely cool uncle. Despite his relationship with his brother Jefferson isn’t in the best condition.

There’s this story idea of Peter bonding with Miles and maybe accidentally discovering Peter is Spider-Man as well. But also learning along with Miles that Aaron is the Prowler. Which would shock the both of them and Peter realizes Miles is in the same position he’s in with his own uncle. That Ben was a criminal before he changed. And seeing Miles going through the same thing as he is well, hurts him.

Really, I’d gotta develop this more. But the idea is it looks like Aaron/Prowler is going to die. Yet instead of him dying, Peter literally risks his life to save a man that has been trying to kill him this entire story. All because Peter is not wanting Miles to go through the same thing he did with losing Ben. Which makes Aaron rethink his viewpoint on Spider-Man.

There’s a lot to talk about with this. But I want to finish this. But yeah, the idea of Miles also becoming Spider-Man alongside Peter. But with Peter despite being reluctant a bit, he’s grateful that he’s no longer alone.

But there have been thoughts about other characters like Harry Osborn, Black Cat, Flash Thompson, Gwen Stacy, Silver Sable and whoever the Hell else. Such as Eddie Brock/Venom if I want to bring the Symbiotes into this world.

Yet one aspect that I have thought about a lot...do I want to bring the Green Goblin into this story? Should it be Norman or Harry? What’s the point in even doing Green Goblin again when you’ve had many different versions of him that do him justice. When my idea was to make him the most dangerous version he possibly could be. Basically, make him on the level of Heath Ledger’s Joker.

There were even ideas of combing Green Goblin and Hobgoblin into one character and simply call them “The Goblin” but after some thinking. And I think for my sake and other people may like this too. But I feel like the Hobgoblin is everything or so I want in a Spider-Man villain that would push Peter and others into their darkest moments. Because seriously, Hobgoblin is a fucking bastard and I like that. And also, the fact I love his design more than the Green Goblin’s too.

I’ll just admit I imagine Kyle McCarley as Peter Parker and Kirby Howell-Baptiste as Mary Jane Watson. Both actors being from Infinity Train. Murray Bartlett from The Last of Us 2023 as Uncle Ben and these are mainly voice roles. I keep imaging Miles and his family as like from the Spider-Verse films. And Hobgoblin, this dude would have Roger L. Jackson from the Scream franchise as his voice.

And on a funny note. I have wondered about setting this in the world of the Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur cartoon. But I feel like to me and the possible hints with how the world in that cartoon is...that wouldn’t work. XD And I would continue on my shit like, “For the love of God, make sure Lunella and others NEVER face any of Spider-Man’s rogues gallery. But maybe Shocker, maybe Rhino. But mostly Shocker because that might be funny.”

#GeekGem Rambles

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wildcatofgreen · 1 year

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Neera what's your element? i assume its water? being Ice and all.

"An easy misconception.

"My element is earth. My staff's element is water.

"You see, the elements are what make up every living being and every object throughout the world, and throughout the multiverse as well it seems. Only a couple special objects carry an element that I've coined the null element--something that either carries no element, or something that somehow carries all elements. The Kingdom Stone and Carol's Gemerald are examples of, lets call it, the negative null--the kind that does not carry an element. I have not found something that has a positive null yet--something that carries all elements. It is simply a thesis of mine, as there has been a consistency in objects that carry the negative null. So, of course, there has to be an opposite--"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

"Wh... What was that for?"

" 'Ta get ya 'ta shut up."

"..."

#carol's cruisings #frost knight frequency #asks #anonymous #interrupting the lore dump with carol being an asshole

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platoniclokiimagines · 2 years

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We have reader getting snapped and reader faking their death. May I ask a lighter request about a happy ending? lmao

Maybe with reader coming back from the snap or apparently being dead and then coming back?

Only if you're comfortable ofc!

A/N: This was fun to write. Should I do a sequel sometime? Would people be interested?

WC: 1077

Rating: G

TW: None

Coming back to your body after… whatever it was that had happened wasn’t as disorienting as you’d expected an experience like that to be.

Granted, it was a little hard for anything that had been done and then undone in the span of what felt like a few seconds to be disorienting. There wasn’t any time to feel much at all, at a time like that.

What had been disorienting was finding out that what had been ‘a few seconds’ had actually been five years.

Five years.

And you hardly had any time to think about that at all, because you were being gathered up by a handful of Avengers, some you knew, and some you weren’t sure you’d met before. Sam and Bucky were among the familiar faces you remembered fighting with whenever… whatever had happened had happened, but there were others, too. Warriors, you thought, by the look of it, who had likely been in the middle of the fight, as well. You didn’t know any of their names, but they looked just as confused as you did, and you hoped that someone would explain what had happened.

Your explanation came in the form of a very hurried rundown from a woman who was using a sling ring identical to the one you knew Stephen Strange used. She explained that, in the five years since everything had happened, things had come to a head and that, long story short, everyone was needed in some sort of battle that would likely spell the fate for not only humankind, but the entire universe, if not the multiverse.

No pressure, or anything.

You had no time to speak to any of your teammates. The most you managed was a weak smile at Bucky, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘just another day, huh?’ and then went about checking his gun to make sure it was loaded properly.

You looked down at your own weapons; a dagger on each hip. They felt grossly inadequate in the face of whatever battle was about to happen, but it wasn’t like you were going to have the opportunity to trade them in for something better, at this point. Not when the lady Sorcerer was already using her ring to open a giant portal so everyone could file through.

Steeling yourself for the fight to come, you fell into step at the head of a group of Wakandan warriors, hoping you didn’t look as scared as you felt.

Your fear dwindled in favor of sheer awe once you’d made it through the portal to the battlefield beyond. Everywhere you looked, you saw more portals, and even more people. The area was crowded. Warriors and Avengers and so many people you’d never seen before in your life, all joining together for this fight.

This fight against Thanos, once again. You recognized his larger than life ships and armies now, lined up across the rocky expanse separating both sides. This wasn’t going to be pretty, you could already tell.

“Avengers!”

You jerked your head up, recognizing Steve’s voice. Something was about to happen. The entire crowd grew silent in preparation, the eeriness of it a little chilling. You rolled your shoulders back, and drew your daggers out of their sheathes, preparing.

“Assemble.”

That was all you, or anyone else in the massive crowd, needed, as the air around you filled with the sounds of battle cries as people began to run, swarming together as a singular unit, aimed toward the opposite side of the battlefield. You surged forward with the rest, darting in and out of empty spaces lithely as you watched Thanos’ legions run forward, as well.

You heard the fighting before it began for you; heard the clash of sword against sword, felt the static of magic being used, and smelled the gunpowder as bullets were loosed from their weapons. You kept as far away from it as possible, only fighting when you had to, only because you knew you had to pick and choose who you were going to go after. What good would it be, coming back from the dead only to be taken out immediately while showing up with a knife to a literal gunfight?

Occasionally, though, you couldn’t avoid battle. You did your fair share of stabbing and cutting at the enemy fighters, with a precision that hadn’t been hastened by your brief disappearance. It felt as natural as breathing, to go back to doing what you’d been trained to do. You only hoped that it was doing some fraction of good in the grand scheme of things.

After one particularly nasty one-on-one with an alien who’d left you with a nasty cut along one arm, you heaved a sigh, wiping the sweat from your brow before wrenching your dagger free from a body. You were so tired, but the battle was far from over. You knew that.

“Y/N?!”

Whatever exhaustion had been weighing you down lifted immediately as you spun around, blinking at the black-and-green clad figure standing in front of you, looking just as shitty as you felt.

You huffed out a grateful little breath. “Loki.”

“I thought you were dead!” Loki rushed forward, and you met them halfway in a desperate hug.

“I thought you were dead!”

“I think I might have been,” you admitted, drawing back so you could look at them a bit better. Whatever had happened to you, hadn’t to Loki. The five years showed in their face, though hardly. There were deep worry lines in their forehead, and they held an immense exhaustion that seemed to envelope their entire body.

You stepped back entirely then, chest still heaving from the effort of your fighting, regarding them with a bit of a nod. “You look old,” you teased, though it was a little true. You didn’t know someone who could live for thousands of years could look so much older in only five.

Loki smiled tightly, but you could see the ghost of their usual smirk hidden somewhere in there. “And you look the same.”

You huffed out a tense laugh and nodded, looking around at the different fights going on mere feet away from you. “Some battle.”

“Yeah.” Loki looked around, as well, before looking back at you, eyes glinting with that familiar sense of mischief that was just Loki. “Shall we get back into it?”

You grinned, as well, tossing a dagger and catching it with unnecessary flourish. “Let’s.”

#Loki imagine #platonic Loki imagine #Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Loki x reader #platonic!Loki x reader #feat. Bucky #briefly lmao #feat. Steve #even more briefly LOL #comfort #drama #tiny drama #baby bit of drama #anonymous #ask #answered #and I thank you for the ask!

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krisget-thebanana · 4 years

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Day 5: Rage

Damn, I wasn’t planning to write anything even slightly angsty today at all, but oh well then.

It isn’t exactly rage, but my boy Killer definitely gets angry.

Once again, all characters portrayed as humans.

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Killer knocked on the door of Nightmare’s office hesitantly.

“Come in, Kills.”

He opened the door. Nightmare gestured to sit on the chair in front of his desk. He looked... guilty about something. Killer sat down, crossing his legs in some odd uncomfortable position. It was one of those spinnny chairs. He loved those kinds of chairs. He hadn’t met anyone who didn’t before.

“So, whad’ya want me for, Night? Criss-Cross said that’cha needed to talk to me.”

“Yes,” Nightmare responded “I do need to talk to you. It’s... about Dream.”

Killer froze in his seat. His chair even dramatically stopped spinning a few seconds after. “Wh-”

“Look, I’ll just get straight to the point. I know you’re dating him. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that both of you are happy, I really am, but could you imagine what hell would break loose if people found out about this?”

“And? It’s nobody’s damn business! That shouldn’t stop me from bein’ in a relationship with Dream!”

Nightmare sighed sadly “I thought you would react like that. I’m really sorry, but you two can’t be together-”

“No!” Killer stood up and angrily slammed his hands onto the desk “It shouldn’t matter! We’re both happy! The fact that we’re on opposite sides shouldn’t mean anything!”

Nightmare closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, which flopped right back into his face. He scrunched up his face in response.

“A-and, if you’re really going to make me do this, I’ll... I’LL QUIT!” Killer shouted, tears forming in his eyes.

Nightmare’s eyes shot open in surprise. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t want Killer to quit. He always knew how to cheer people up, and it wouldn’t be the same without him there, but it was Killer’s decision. He opened his mouth to speak, but before a single sound could come out, the door suddenly slammed open.

“Killer! Wait, don’t do anything stupid!” It was Cross. Killer turned his head and glared at him.

“Well mate, have you got any other ideas of how I could still see Dream then?” He spat, turning around fully. Cross paused. He appeared to be listening to something near him, almost as if someone was whispering into his ear. He blinked, glanced to the left side of him, nodded, and smirked.

“We could convince him to join us.”

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This is just the obligatory “Nightmare has a gang which consists of the murder time trio and Cross (and technically killer!Chara, Xchara, or dust/phantom!Papyrus) and somehow they’re all really fricking gay” multiverse, nothing special.

@killerxdreamblog-driller

#driller #killer x dream #dream x killer #drillerweek #killerdream #kinda angsty ngl #or at least #the most angst ive written in a while

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drepronovel · 3 years

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Birthday! // Antam&Rikka

July 20th is both Antam and Rikka’s birthday! In a far off multiverse, they say it is known as World Lollipop Day - A perfect date for Antam and Rikka, both of which love this kind of sweet!

To celebrate, Nebula made some cherry-flavored lollipops… They gave them out to Antam, Rikka, and a certain cherry-loving girl from another world!

🍭

【AN】❝BIG THANKSSS to Nebby for the amazing sweets!! Love ya SOOOO much!! And also EVEN BIGGER THANKSSSSS to everyone reading this post!! I wish you all a great Lollipop Day!! Hope everyone enjoys it as much as me right now!! Y’all deserve the best!!❞

【RIKKA】❝Your... “Highness”, it is my duty to inform you that it’s your birthday and other people are supposed to wish you well... rather than the opposite.❞

【AN】❝WH- HUH!! WHAT’S THIS MAD SCIENTIST DOING HERE IN MY POST?!❞

Antam has a severe case of sciencephobia.

【RIKKA】❝Unfortunately, I happen to share a birthday with the likes of you, so we’re meant to celebrate together. That is the exact reason why we’re wearing each other’s clothes.❞

【AN】❝We’re wearing-- WHAT!! IT’S TRUE!! YOU’RE WEARING MY OUTFIT!❞

【RIKKA】❝You only just noticed?❞

【AN】❝I AM WEARING A LABCOAT!! NO!! NO!! NO!! GAAAAAHHH!!❞

Antam storms out of the... post.

【RIKKA】❝Sigh... It’s going to be a loooooong daaaay.❞

#Extra #Antam #Rikka

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luna-almighty-god · 4 years

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Guardian Angel N°1 [The most beautiful flower could not satisfy me…]

Read on Ao3 !

Translated by @theokusgallery ! Thank you very much!

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog , Error belongs to @loverofpiggies and Ink belongs to @myebi ! Enjoy your reading!

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Ink sighed long, his back arched while he watched with a dull eye the field of echo flowers in front of him. He was desperate, desperate by his constant fails, his flirting attempts for Error that didn’t lead to anything. Seriously, why couldn’t the Destructor just accept his advances? Oh, yeah, because he had haphephobia, they were both enemies and, parenthetically, because Error hated him.

Yet, the painter just wanted to stop these perpetual fights, he wanted love and nothing else! But no, no matter the efforts, the Destructor didn’t want to hear anything.

A teleportation noise caught his attention, taking him out of his sullen thoughts to annoy him even more. He could recognize these steps between a thousand, so he left a weary sigh out:

“Nightmare, I am really not on the mood to fight now.”

The bad dreams master was definitely most detestable living being that Ink could ever know, and he was weighing his words! His animosity towards him wasn’t a secret for anyone and this hate was perfectly reciprocal. Yet, this night, Nightmare didn’t try any trick, any attack. He just set next to the painter without saying a word, visibly mad even if he was trying to control himself.

“I’m not on the mood either if you want to know.

-Bad day?

-Yeah. You too?

-Yeah.

-Error ?

-Killer ?”

They both nodded at the same time. What a poor duo… The only think they had in common was the fact that they both were as bad in love as the other.

Ink puffed his cheeks:

“I’m done making efforts for nothing! Seriously, I’ve been flirting with him for a while now to obtain nothing but hate!”

Nightmare laid his chin on his hand, irritated:

“Same. I make considerable efforts for Killer and this asshole still say that I’m not honest and that he’ll go with Color!”

New simultaneous sighs. They shared a look. An understood look as if, for the first time in many centuries, they were on the same wavelength. After all, … If their loved ones rejected them, what was left for them? What was left except them, two broken and sad souls, looking for comfort?

They brought their faces imperceptibly closer, staring at the other, ready to turn the page, to go to the next step…

And a crunching sound petrified them. Still near to each other, not sure if they heard well or not, they slowly spinned their heads to see behind them… and then they saw a black bones' skeleton, sitting just behind their back, who was looking at them, eating greedily a handful of pop-corn.

“Go on, go on.”, said the stranger, still staring at them.

The two others blushed with embarrassment, suddenly getting further to each other, recovering quickly.

“Who are you ?!” yelled the master of nightmares, unsheathing his deadly tentacles.

The stranger took the time to end his bouchée, then licked his fingers one by one before standing up and dust himself. Mad of impatience and rage, Nightmare projected immediately his appendages towards him… To hit nothing but empty.

“Wh…?

- What? You think I’m just gonna stand there and take it?”

Nightmare speedily turned around: the black bones' skeleton was now behind him, one hand in a pocket of his long violet coat and the other rearranging his grey scarf around his neck.

“…. Hum… Really, who are you? I don’t remember having seen you in the Multiverse! Ink intervenes, curious, while his pupils were turning into interrogation points.

- Yup, I'm new here, and I don't like socializing. But I like overflowing love scenes.”

The stranger tends his hand to the painter, a little smile on his teeth:

“Yo, my name’s Nyx, Nyx the skeleton.”

Always happy of meeting new people, Ink didn't hesitate to shake his hand:

“Nice to meet you! I'm Ink, the multiverse guardian! And here’s Nightmare, the bad dreams’ guardian!”

Bad dream's guardian who grumbled, glancing at Nyx. This one gave him an amused smile and stretched.

“Cool. So, you're a couple or something?

- Wh… NO! panicked Ink. It’s… It's just that…!

- That you've been rejected by your crushes and you're looking for comfort? Not lucky, really.”

Nightmare prepared himself to skewer Nyx but was narrowly restrained by Ink. Without even caring about it, Nyx took a huge bag that he had left near here and started to look for something in it. He ended up taking a notebook and a pen, then wrote.

“Hey, would you guys wanna do an experiment? said Nyx. I want to increase my matchmaker skills.

- Matchmaker? cautiously repeated the two others.

- Yep, like, I try to play the matchmaker. I can help you with your men.

- Tch, go die, mumbled Nightmare.

- Ok, I write ‘do not cooperate, prefers to let Killer to Color’ “

A tentacle caught violently Nyx on his neck, but he didn't even let his sketchbook down. Nightmare, mad of rage, rumbled with hate:

“I'm going to make you swallow your own teeth…

-… No problem. So, you know how to manage with Killer?”

The bad dreams' master tensed up, reluctant. He thought of Killer's face, of his smile, his laugh, of his presence that he could not do without anymore, that he would miss so much if he left the castle...

He rumbled again but let Nyx fall on the ground. The one massaged his neck, wincing a bit, but came straight back to his goal:

“I guess I can intervene then. Same with Error, isn’t it?

- How did you…? marveled Ink before getting interrupted.

- I’d just ask a place to live, please. A bedroom in the castle will be perfect.”

He took his things and dragged Nightmare and Ink in a portal, landing directly in the bad dream’s castle, in one of the main free rooms. Any of the two skeletons had the time to be chocked that Nyx continued, still writing on his notebook:

“So Killer doubts of Nightmare and wants to go with Color, so we have to show him his master's sincerity and take him away from the rival. Any idea? Of course not, or you wouldn't need my help. I'm gonna think about it. As for Error, we have to find a way to reach his feelings. I already have some ideas about that. Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

He dragged them to the door while saying all of his monologue, and it was when the door slammed and they were all alone in the corridor that they finally realized that they had been totally manipulated from the beginning by a completely unknow skeleton who, astound, seemed to know their entire life.

Ink was the multiverse's guardian, the creator, one of the most powerful living beings of all AUs. But beside his role and his duty, Ink was still a big child skeleton and immature who liked to have fun, and plainly, this secret meeting between him, Nightmare and Nyx was one of the most entertaining. He seemed to be a member of a secret group with serious rules like “Rule 1, talking about the secret club is forbidden. Rule 2, talking about the secret club is FORBIDDEN!”.

However, he was having a lot of fun and stamping with excitement, cross-legged on the bed of the room that Nightmare ‘gently' lent to Nyx.

The bad dreams’ master, as for him, was standing, crossing his arms, looking grumpy with a furious look. This meeting enchanted him as the undesired presence of this unknow skeleton in HIS castle, which wasn’t much.

And last but not least, Nyx, peacefully seated on the office's chair, doodling random things on his sketchbook while chewing some dangos' skewer.

“Ink, we’re gonna start with you, finally announced the black skeleton.

- Ok chief ! What do I do ?

- The opposite of what you did until then.”

The painter leaned his head on the side:

“What do you mean?

- You’re giving too much attention to Error. You’re always looking for him, talking about him, showing that you want to see him and that you love him, and I don’t mention the fact that you’re always trying to approach him.

- I'd just want him to get used to me and to try to touch me…

- Unfortunately, it doesn't work, so we're gonna change our method. First, stay away from him, don't talk about him, stop looking for him every time. You're preventing him from living by showing your affection too much. He's gonna feel jailed and forced, that's not what you want, isn't it? A mutually consented relationship his better, huh.

- Yes, of course, seen like this… I never thought about it this way.”

The creator looked down shamefully before refocusing his attention on Nyx’ speech:

“More, Ink, being obsessed with someone is dangerous for yourself. You're too dependent on Error's presence. Loving someone is good, but getting sick about it isn't. I think this will be as beneficial for you as it'll be for your relationship with him.

- … Change at all is going to be hard.

- Change slowly, then. We’re gonna do it step by step. Wen you’ll wanna see him, come up to me instead, or go to your friends’ place. Think about something else, draw, have fun! Intervene when it’s urgent only, when Error is destroying an AU, for example.”

Ink nodded fast, his eyebrows frowned, writing on his scarf all he must remember. Nyx smiled a little at Ink's attendance before turning to Nightmare. The bad dream's master grunted:

“I'm not your pet, don't give me orders.

- Advices aren't orders, only suggestions. And I know that you're clever enough to choose which advices you should to follow.”

The anger of the place's master subsided, but didn’t disappear however. Haughty, Nightmare said:

“Well, go on then.

- Did you say to Killer that you love him?”

The office shattered and Nyx avoided the massacre only thanks to his sharp reflexes that teleported him in the other side of the room. He wrote on his sketchbook:

“‘Haven’t told his feelings yet’.

- I don’t need to tell him, he knows it! yelled Nightmare.

- Not necessarily. What do you do to prove it to him? He says ‘I love you’ and your answer is a vague ‘me too’?”

Nightmare reminded silent, we could almost see smoke of anger coming out of his ear canals. Mad of anger, his non-response was a loud and clear confirmation.

“You're hopeless, commented Ink.

- Look who's talking!”

An amused smile stretched Nyx’s teeth before completely disappearing. He looked at his notes and resumed:

“Killer probably have a big lack of self-esteem to doubt about you that much. After all, the bad dream’s master answering ‘me too’ for an ‘I love you’ is more of an achievement. You dislike public marks of affection?”

Nightmare made a little wince, which confirmed Nyx’ doubts.

“I see. Well, in that case, we will do it slowly too. Show little affection marks to Killer in public, as often as possible. First in your privacy, and then gradually in public.

- … What kind of marks?

- Mm… little touches, physical contacts as rustlings, gifts maybe? And, no, violent rough sex is not an affection mark. Killer probably ended up thinking that he’s just a sextoy to you.”

The guardian froze while hearing these words, suddly feeling very guilty. He looked away, muttering out a small anthology of insults while clenching fists.

Nyx smiled again:

“We’ll already try to do this. I count on your collaboration.”

End of chapter one !

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Far From Home Ch.2

Peter had left his bracelet behind when he and Ned left to join their classmates to do more sightseeing, and immediately found himself alone when his best friend ditched him for Betty. MJ found him amidst his confusion and follows his gaze to the two getting their picture drawn.

"Did I miss something?" Peter asks.

"Oh yeah. Ned and Betty bonded on the plane while you were asleep."

Peter whips his head around to look at Michelle incredulously. "How long was I asleep?"

"Only about an hour. Ned didn't tell you they're dating now?" Michelle asks as if it were obvious.

"Wh-what? No!"

"Oh...well, they're dating." MJ says dryly. "I think he felt left out since you have Cassie."

Peter rolls his eyes. "That reminds me, I need to get her a souvenir."

The teen points in the direction of a shop he caught sight of earlier before walking and Michelle falls into step beside him while telling him about the new Italian lingo she had learned. To Peter's surprise, it was new to him too. Either Tony and Stephen didn't know about it or it was bad enough that they refused to use it. If it was the latter, then it was probably worse than what MJ was making it out to be. It wouldn't be the first time.

The two teens step into the shop and look around, and it took a few minutes for Peter to realize he had no idea what to get Cassie. Ok, more like he didn't know what he could get away with without announcing their relationship to their parents or the team. Worst case scenario? Get her something she likes and she could pretend that she went with Stephen somewhere and got it for herself.

That was totally pathetic. It kind of sucked having to stay under the Avengers radar and that was hard. They couldn't do anything that would even hint to a relationship while in the tower because Tony would find it immediately, so a lot of the time they spent together was out in the city.

So he picked up a simple necklace with a small jewel (her birthstone) in the shape of a tear drop, and paid in cash. He had made sure to have some cash on him for this exact reason in case Tony happened to look up his purchases. Otherwise he used his debit card for everything else. It didn't matter how much money he spent on his trip, it wouldn't put a dent into the allowance his parents were giving him. Something he gave up arguing with them about when Tony put his foot down and said that Peter was his kid (a good one at that) and if he wanted to spoil the teen, he damn well would. Stephen had agreed and that was that.

"Come on loser. You got your gift for your secret girlfriend."

Peter blushes and follows Michelle out of the shop and back out to the canal where they can see Ned and Betty in a gondola. As the girl kneels next to the water, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he looks toward the sound of gurgling, water draining into a small manhole. Peter tilts his head in curiosity and then jumps when the water in the canal shoots up into the air and takes on a monstrous form. The water pushes the gondola containing Ned and Betty back toward Peter and Michelle and they both help them out of the boat.

"We need to run!" Peter shouts over the roar of the water. Except he meant they but Betty didn't know about his alter ego. Once his friends run for safety, he engages his emergency web shooters and shoots a web at the monster, only for them to be sucked into the water harmlessly and rendered ineffective. "Seriously?!" Peter follows the monster's gaze to the screaming people on a nearby bridge. "Oh no you don't!"

The teen rushes toward the bridge, jumping across poles as a shortcut and ricochets himself up to the bridge with a smaller one. Peter briefly thought of how proud Natasha would be if she had seen that, but it was short-lived once he got people out of the way. The water monster punched him, sending him against the opposite stone railing and soaking his clothes thoroughly.

"Note to self, water is apparently a Stark-Strange curse. Tell Mom and Dad." As he gets back to his feet, green mist hits the monster and he looks back as someone flies in to fight whatever this thing was. Peter's first thoughts were that this guy ripped off his parents suits and combined them, minus the fishbowl helmet. He had no idea what that was about. The second thing he noticed was that the stranger seemed to be using some sort if magic, and it looked nothing like what Stephen used. The mask on the ground next to him was the third...and he felt ridiculous putting it on.

But he did and got as close to the stranger as possible while clinging to the top of a bridge overhang, and offered his help. "I'm really strong! And...sticky!"

The stranger turns to look at him. "Lead it away from the canal!"

That's what they did. Although the guy wearing the fishbowl did most of the leading and fighting, and Peter did the following up until the monster cracked a bell tower. So he jumps over to it and webs nearby buildings as leverage to keep it from falling.

Then the tower gets hit again, sending Peter into the bell and knocking him on his back. "Son of a--" One of his webs snap and the other starts dragging him and he plants his feet, the momentum bringing him up...and smacking into the bell again. He falls back again, losing his grip on his webs as he blinks the stars out of his eyes. "I officially hate bells."

The rest of the battle consisted of Peter trying to bring the bell tower down and away from possible casualties while the stranger took care of the water monster. Once everything settles and the man flies off, Peter returns to the hotel, changes into some dry clothes, and joins his classmates back in the hotel lobby. Of course, that was when he got a call from Tony.

"Kid, I saw what happened there. Do I need to send Mom?"

"No no no. I'm fine. It's taken care of. Some weird guy fought him off. By the way, can you ask him if there's some kind of green magic?" Peter asks.

"Green magic?" The engineer says on the other end. "Babe? Is there--geez, just ask Stephanie."

Peter sighs when he hears the phone being taken away from Tony. "Before you ask, I'm fine. So green magic?"

Stephen sighs. "Not that I'm aware of. Are you sure it was magic?"

Peter rubs his forehead. The bruise that had previously been there from hitting that bell twice was gone, but he still felt the phantom pain. "No? But there were weird symbols and it was kind of like mist."

"Aren't you glad I snuck your suit into your bag?"

Peter laughs nervously. "Oh...uh...it was in the hotel when this happened."

"Peter Benjamin St--" Stephen starts.

"Oh! Uh! Ned's calling for me! Gotta go! Love you guys!" The teen says hastily before hanging up and MJ snickers from her spot on the staircase.

"Hey dickwad!" Flash calls. "Your parents know anything about this Mysterio guy?"

"Mysterio? Uh...no. He lives up to his name I guess." Peter mumbles as he folds his arms.

"Mysterio." Ned says. "Cool name." He and Betty say simultaneously. "Babe!" Again.

Peter looks over at MJ. "If you ever catch me and Cassie doing that, please shoot me."

Michelle laughs and Peter follows Ned up to their room when their teachers call for the students to head to bed. Once their bedroom door closes, his best friend turns to him and follows Peter after the vigilante pulls out his toothbrush and toothpaste.

"What are you going to do about the water monster?" He asks.

"Nothing? It's gone and that Mysterio guy has things under control. I'm here on vacation man. You know, sightseeing and making memories about pigeons taking a crap on Flash."

Ned blinks. "Did that really happen?"

Peter laughs. "No, but it would be funny." He walks over to the sink. "So what's this about you and Betty? What happened to Europeans liking Americans?" He sticks his toothbrush in his mouth.

"Oh! So, I was finishing this fruit cobbler--"

Peter's enhanced hearing picks up a near silent thwack and the teen turns when Ned collapses onto a mattress, completely knocked out. He turns even more and finds none other than Nick Fury sitting in a chair in a dark corner of the room. His first thoughts?

What the hell was Nick Fury doing in his room in Europe?

"You're surprisingly difficult to get a hold of Mr. Parker, considering you live with Tony Stark." Fury says as he places the tranquilizer gun he had used on Ned in his lap.

Peter removes his toothbrush from his mouth. "It's Stark actually. Or Stark-Strange if you want to get--" Fury gives him a look. "Why are you here?"

"You keep ghosting me. I had to come in person."

"Ghosting? I never..." Peter trails off as he thinks about whenever that might of happened and vaguely remembers the calls he got from an unknown number a couple weeks back. "Those unknown caller ID's were you? I don't answer those."

Fury slams a small device down on the table in front of him and a hologram of the earth pops up. He tells Peter of recent attacks similar to the one in the canals earlier that day, and when Ned starts snoring in the middle of it, the older man sends a glare in his direction before looking back at Peter. The disruptions were constant after that and the teen secretly found it kind of funny. First it was their teacher to check on them, then Betty because Ned wasn't responding to her texts, and the last being another one of his classmates. Fury eventually got annoyed and told Peter to suit up, and took him to where he and Maria Hill were based.

That was where he met Mysterio, a.k.a Quentin Beck. Beck told him about his world being destroyed when Fury mentioned he was from Earth, but a different one, and Peter yawns when they mention the Multiverse.

"Are we boring you Stark?" Nick snaps and Peter jumps to attention.

"Uh...sort of? I know about the multiverse. So why am I here?"

"There's still the Fire Elemental and that's the one that destroyed my world. I could use some help bringing it down before the same thing happens to this world." Mysterio says.

Peter raises an eyebrow before looking at Fury. "Why didn't you just call my parents?"

"Your father is still recovering from the battle with Thanos and Dr. Strange is a bigger pain in the ass to contact than you. He also has his own responsibilities." Fury grouses.

"I can literally call my mom right now and he can help so I can enjoy my vacation." The teen points out as he takes out his phone.

"You really call him your...? Nevermind. I'm not getting into your psychotic family habits. Do you really want to put this on his shoulders as well when I know for a fact that he's sometimes gone days at a time and gets home exhausted?" Fury asks and Peter's thumb freezes over the call button under Stephen's contact photo.

Nick Fury had a point. Both of his parents were tired, and he didn't want to burden them with anything if he didn't have to. Peter still had to turn down the ex-director though for personal reasons.

"I can't risk my friends' lives or risk revealing my identity. If anyone finds out I'm Spiderman, it's game over for me."

Fury levels him with a glare. "Fine. Dimitri, take him back to the hotel."

Good. That was that. Peter could go back to enjoying his vacation like he should.

Except, Fury had other things in mind, because the next morning, their itenerary was changed and Peter discovered that the man had hijacked their summer vacation.

Great.

#ironstrange #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange #nick fury #ned leeds #michelle jones #quentin beck

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justmwahstruly · 7 months

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@notmuchletters I FEEL SO FLATTERED ASKXNSIBXJSHXB

#welcome home #sally starlet #sally welcome home #opposite wh multiverse #opposite! scripter #welcome home au

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spunkymaverick · 6 years

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Oh my god that recent ink fanfic you wrote was so great, I love some good angst from time to time. I’m very curious to see errors point of view of this situation, like how he reacts to the letter? Maybe he goes to see Ink but see him in his depressed state, maybe he’ll regret it, or maybe he might not care at all?

Whoa. You don’t even know how happy this made me. I just went on and saw I had an Ask in my inbox and holy crap? So thank you, Anon. I’ll get right on that. I hope you like it because I’ve been working on this all day ever since I got this ask.

Rating: T (for dark themes, I guess)

* * *

“If He’s So Much Trouble, Why Don’t You Just Leave Him?” Lust asks Error with a smirk on his face.

“I dOn’t knOw, but hE alWays tRiEs to maKE us dO StuFF tOgEthER. YOu wOuld thiNK hE wOUld haVE REaLizED by nOw. I swEaR hE’s stUPId OR sOmEthiNG,” Error responds with complaint.

“He Probably Is. Just Break Up With Him Next Time You See Him,” Lust explains. “It Would Probably Be For The Best.”

“YEah. Ink ISn’t gOiNG tO takE it WELl thOugH,” Error speaks. “Ugh. It’s gEttIng latE thOUgh. SEE yOu AROund, LuSt.”

“Yeah. Good Luck With Ink,” Lust calls after him as Error opens a portal and hops right in. Error stops right outside the door to his shared home and checks his pockets to make sure he has everything before pulling out his key, unlocking the door, and stepping inside.

The black-boned skeleton glances around once and twice. He has never realized how quiet the house is without Ink here. The TV wasn’t even left on. He walks quietly down the hall and stops as he’s heading to his room.

Error takes a breath and opens the door to Ink’s room. He is home. He furrows his forehead in a way similar to how one would their eyebrows if perplexed. But before he can say anything, Ink stands up quickly and teleports away.

Error is confused for the whole of thirty-four seconds before he decides to walk forward and investigate. On the desk in front of the chair that Ink had previously been sitting in, there lies a pencil and a paper.

The glitched skeleton looks down at the paper that has Ink’s neat handwriting on. He reads the paper with the words that he realizes by now are a letter. A letter a to him. But the thing that truly gets to him is:

It is official. We are broken up for the good of both of us.

Error looks down at it in horror. What has he done? He messed up. He really messed up. Sure Ink was nosy and quite annoying from time to time and Error might’ve complained more than his fair sure. But…

He re-reads it once, twice, three times, and nothing changes. It just sets into his mind that he messed up somewhere along the line. He made Ink feel unworthy. He made him feel like less than perfect. It was his job to keep Ink sane and content and listen to him when something bothered him, but Error failed to try hard enough.

* * *

“LuSt?” Error croaks, curled up in a ball on the other’s couch. He had been eating a tub of strawberry ice cream for the past half-hour.

“Yes, Sweety?” Lust inquires, face contorted into a worried look despite his patient smile.

“WhAt if wE NEvER finD InK? It wOuLd bE aLL my faulT. WhaT if hE’s dEaD?” Error asks, unfurling from his balled position just so he can sink halfway into the floor in his misery.

“We’ll Find Him, I Promise. You’ve Been Looking All Around The Multiverse For Him For The Last Three Years. He’s Ought To Turn Up Soon,” Lust assures him.

“Lust?” Error asks, looking to him with that broken look on his face. It’s the same one he has when he thinks about Ink like this, letting his insecurities eat away at him.

“Yes?” Lust responds once again, trying to restrain himself from hugging the other. He hates when Error puts on the face of a pained puppy.

“ThaNKS fOR hElping ME thrOugh ALl this EvEn if it’s a lOSt cauSE,” Error says and smiles weakly.

“It’s Not A Lost Cause. You Just Have To Have Hope.”

* * *

“LuSt!” Error exclaims, throwing the door open as he runs in. He’s waving around a paper and has an excited look on his face unlike he has had since the last–

“You Have A New Lead?” Lust asks him, eye sockets wide in surprise as if he hadn’t expected such a thing.

“YEs! It’S a nEw lEaD! I gOt it fROm my infORMant thIs mORniNG!” he cries out.

“Well? What Does It Say?” Lust asks, walking over to get a peek.

April 13Sans Underfell saw cloaked guyRecognized voice. Voice Ink Said going to Outertale - two weeks

“Isn’T thIs GREat? I’ll gEt tO sEE him AGAin! And…! And I…,” Error starts to sob. This isn’t just a cry though. It’s desperate and hopeful. And in his eye lights, Lust can see hope.

“Yes, You’ll Find Him But Then What?” he asks, crossing his arms and looking at him.

“I haVE a fEEling I’ll knOW just WHAt tO saY whEN thE TImE cOmES.”

* * *

Error gulps and walks to the hill. The one they had always watched the stars from together. He speeds up, not wanting to miss a chance at seeing Ink. He’ll find him there. And if he isn’t there, he’ll just have to wait.

Error stops at the bottom and looks up, seeing a silhouette. The quietness of everything all around him. Ink is just up there, doing who knows what quietly. With a deep breath to calm his nerves, he makes the climb up the hill, and once he’s at the top, he just looks at Ink’s back. The déjà vu is actually nice.

“Have you ever regretted ruining someone’s life? You’ve destroyed so many universes, so is there even one that you felt remorse for a resident?” Ink inquires.

“I havE fElt guILtY fOR my actIOns bEFORE but NOt fOR dEstROying a univERsE. I RuinED thE lifE Of thE OnE I lOvE mOst. And I thiNK I waNT tO apOLOgizE fOR it,” Error admits to Ink.

“Why tell me then? You should go to him and apologize. You should leave me to die. I left you, so you’d be happy. You don’t want me,” Ink tells him, back still turned to Error. But he can hear the crack in his voice. And he knows tears are in his eyes.

“I’m sORRy,” Error apologizes.

“Wh-what? Why…?” Ink turns around with a look of surprise, tears spilling from his eye sockets and down his skull. “I ruined your life. I made you miserable.”

“THAt was Only aftER yOu RAn AWAy. I suppOsE I diDN’t REAlizE wHat I had UNTil it waS gONE. I shOulD haVE dOnE mORE tO makE yOu haPpY. WIll yOu fORgiVE mE, Ink?” Error asks.

“Of… Of course. I was never upset with you. I’ve thought it was my own fault this whole time.”

“ThEN, I haVE jUst onE mORE quEstIOn fOR yOu, Ink. I nEEd YOuR hONEst answER,” Error tells Ink, voice serious now as he walks closer.

Ink looks up at him and asks, “Wh-what that?”

Error shoves one hand in the pocket of his shorts and retrieves something. He kneels down and presents the tiny box, opening it up to show the contents clearly to Ink, “WIll yOu, Ink, dO mE thE hOnOR Of bEIng my OnE, my EQual aND OPposITE, thE gOOd to mY bAd, cOmplEtE mE, by MaRRying mE?”

#philiswriting #fanfiction #errink #errorlust #error #ink #lust #undertale #angst #sad #ink suffers #part 2 #marriage #mystery #happy ending #error sans #ink sans #underlust sans

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