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gatheringfiki · 1 year

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The following ficlet was written by @2shuang based on this photoset.

Britchell, E.

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When you pinch up a little fox

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It was a colder winter than usual.

George complained in Mitchell's cabin. Every full moon since winter had become more torturous, because no one, not even a werewolf, could stand to lie naked in the snow at -2℃.

"I'll have your paracetamol ready." said the vampire, taking two cans of beer from George's backpack.

"I knew you wouldn't give up your house." The werewolf rolled his eyes.

"Or else? Am I gonna sleep in a tree?" Mitchell shrugged.

"You can come back, with us," George said. "...sleep on the couch." George and Annie didn't leave his room when they moved into the new house, given that the brunet had decided to settle in New Zealand with his boyfriend a few years ago.

The vampire just shook his head. "It's not bad here."

George sighed. Two years ago, Mitchell suddenly moved back to Bristol, into an abandoned cabin in the mountain. From then on, the vampire was completely cut off from the human world and no longer talked about "being human". He would come every month to bring something to Mitchell and spend his night in the woods. Annie would come too, usually at a different time to him, but sometimes together.

When Mitchell first came back, he was so bad they were afraid to ask what had happened in New Zealand. It was about six months before they found out. Anders was dead.

After chatting until it was late, Mitchell abruptly got up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Get a tree."

Mitchell, of course, didn't actually go look for a tree. Instead, under the moonlight, he walked aimlessly through the woods among the insects, soft snow and dry branches squeaking under his boots. Then, just as he was hesitating about whether he should stroll all night or find a place to rest, suddenly, a furry tail came into view.

It was a little fox sleeping in the dead grass against the roots of a tree. This season, foxes should have a cave to shelter them from the cold. Mitchell surmised that other animals had robbed it of its den and had had to improvise a place to rest. The fox was wrapped in its big golden red tail, with some snow on its fur, like a thin layer of icing on a cupcake. They were probably blown down from the trees by the night wind after it fell asleep.

Mitchell looked at it quizzically, wondering how the supposedly alert little creature could not even react when he walked in. But looking at its regularly undulating back, it was not dead, really sleeping.

Unable to say his motive, the vampire took his coat off and covered the little one's cold, damp fur——the vampire wouldn't have felt cold anyway. Before leaving, he even stroked its soft ears.

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The little fox had a warm dream of sweet Christmas wine, gift boxes wrapped in coloured paper and cool hugs in the middle of summer. It twitched its ears and instinctively tucked the head under the warm jacket, which, from a distance, looked like a piece of clothing discarded to the roots of a tree. After a long wolf howl, at midnight, the small mass of clothing suddenly stirred, but the creature didn't even open its eyes; it just licked the tip of its tail half-asleep and went back to sleep.

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When Mitchell returned to his cabin, George was cleaning up the mess he had left behind.

The vampire folded his arms and looked at his friend, who was trying to restore the bed to its original shape from shattered planks, frowning. "Is this really not a plot by you and Annie?" He knew they'd been trying to get him back to live with them.

"I swear, no." The werewolf looked a little guilty. Afterwards, as if something had occurred to him, he suddenly stepped out of the room and carried a huge package out of the trunk of the car parked outside. He set it down in front of the vampire and patted it, "At least, you'll have enough quilts to hit the floor until your bed is fixed."

Mitchell looked like he was about to bite him right off.

“And an air mattress?”

Before the vampire strode over to turn him into breakfast, George reached out and stopped him. "I'll fix it!" he said.

The vampire paused for a second and kept pressing closer.

"I'll buy you a new one! Delivery!" George shouted, and after a few quick taps on his phone, turned the screen towards Mitchell, "Er, in three days."

Mitchell rolled his eyes at him, then turned to rummage through the huge package and pulled out a cashmere blanket. Obviously, it was put by Annie. Even though a vampire didn't need it, she always prepared things for him as if he were a human.

As Mitchell headed out with the blanket, the werewolf called out from behind, "Aren't you going to help me clean up?"

“I saw a stray fox in the woods last night.”

"So?"

"Go make sure it survives this winter," Mitchell said, waving his blanket.

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In the morning light, the golden fox slowly woke up, surrounded by a familiar smell that confused it as to where exactly it was. Then, suddenly, its tiny head out from the clothes, and then looked around in confusion——a lifeless woods.

Just when it thought the smell was only from its dream, the clothes sliding off its back made it freeze.

The little fox hastily pulled its tail out of the jacket and turned around to stare at it in disbelief. A long time later, it abruptly whimpered, arching its head against the edge of the shirt, trying to re-buried itself back into it.

Mitchell.

After several times failing, the little fox's bark became irritated. It pressed its nose to the coat and sniffed it again, and the paws scratched hard at the ground. Then it nipped at a corner of the clothes, trying to drag it away.

He had never been out of the woods before and was afraid to wander around. Because he had heard the hunter's gun, and the dying howls followed it. He had been waiting for his second birthday when a skinchanger could transform, so all he had to do until he was two was to protect himself in this forest. After all, who knows if he'll turn into a real fox or rabbit next life.

But the realisation that "Mitchell was nearby" made him lose all patience.

The little fox struggled to drag the coat, but after only two meters, he had to stop. The creature looked back at it in frustration, grumbling about why the vampire had bought such a heavy jacket! If he had kept dragging it like this, he might not have been able to get out of the woods until the winter was over.

With one last look at it, the little fox wagged his tail, turned, and ran ahead. He could bring Mitchell back to pick it up when he found him.

Although the it had never been out of the woods before, luckily, it was not far from the vampire's cabin. It ran as fast as it could along the footprints in the snow, leaving numerous tiny paw prints in the vampire's.

However, not long after the run, the snow on the ground gradually disappeared. Under the sunshine, it trampled on the muddy wet ground, looking around and finally picking a direction by intuition.

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Mitchell had forgotten which road he had taken last night and could only go into the woods as he remembered it. In fact, he was not even sure if the pretty creature would still be where it was. It might have gone somewhere else after waking up, but he still had to look for, or at least get his clothes back.

And when the brunet finally took a few detours to find his clothes, the fox had long disappeared. Only his clothes were left alone.

Mitchell picked up the jacket and put the blanket down.

Hope the stray fox will be smart enough to pick it away instead of leaving the blanket that could keep it warm over the winter like a scrap.

Before leaving, the vampire noticed two rows of footprints in the other direction, one belonging to him—it was only then that Mitchell realised that he had taken a much longer route—and the other apparently belonging to a little fox.

Mitchell followed the overlapping footprints. He thought perhaps he could find the little fox with the pretty tail.

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When a cabin finally came into view, the little creature excitedly chased its tail in two circles before continuing to run towards it. But it had not run to the front of the cabin; an unfamiliar figure appeared suddenly, walking towards the door. The little fox swished to the side of the wheel and peered out cautiously to observe.

The man wasn't Mitchell. And he didn't want to break into a hunter's house by mistake and then be shot and sold.

It waited for a long time before waiting for the man to come out of the house.

George?

He had seen him in Mitchell's Skype with him, and the vampire would always mention this friend, a werewolf. It occurred to the little fox that last night had been a full moon, and he did seem to have heard a wolf howling in his sleep.

So, this cabin was actually George’s place for the full moon. So maybe it’s George who took the clothes into the woods too... It ran back into the woods before the werewolves found him. Although he did not see his vampire, at least he found George! So, all he has to do now is retrieve Mitchell’s clothes first, then sneak into the cabin and wait for his transformation in half a month. Next, he can wait for the good-natured werewolf on the next full moon without worrying about...

A sudden sharp pain in its hind leg abruptly interrupted the little fox’s thoughts.

The little one looked at the trap on his hind legs and let out a desperate, mournful wail.

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Mitchell looked at the disappearing footprints, then at the blinding sunlight overhead, and sighed.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to find that fox after all. He thought. He didn't know where his inexplicable obsession with it came from, maybe out of pity for a weak creature or just because it made him feel more "human" to care for another being.

Ever since he lost control and bit Anders to death, he hadn't thought about "being human". What kind of human would kill the person he loved most while making love?! When he finally came to his senses, his boyfriend was lying quietly in his arms, on the bloody bed. Then he realised that it was even too late to turn Anders.

Mitchell hung his head in frustration and clutched the clothes in his arms. Anders bought it.

But then, suddenly, he heard a faint howl.

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The golden creature stared at the trap biting into its hind leg, its tail slapping the ground anxiously. Shivering, it tried to move the trapped left leg, but the excruciating pain caused it to moan again. The tiny creature gasped sharply for a moment but struggled to brace itself on front paws and turned with difficulty to crawl back to George's cabin.

It was close to the cabin, so he might return before the hunters found him.

Dragging its hurt leg and heavy trap, it had to stop for a while almost every meter it moved, leaving a sinuous trail of blood on the ground.

He remembered what the vampires always said: George was a nice guy. Although he would not take home a wild fox as a pet, he certainly would not turn a blind eye to a wounded creature. All he could hope for now was that George wouldn't leave too soon and that he wouldn't have to face an empty cabin.

However, the wound on its leg was still too much for the weak fox, and it had only crawled less than ten meters before collapsing from exhaustion, with his consciousness fading from the pain. Then, a sound of footsteps from far away to close to the little one suddenly snapped back to attention.

He wasn't willing to be taken away and sold! There's only half a month left!

The little fox struggled again to find a hiding place, even though it knew there was no way it could outrun the human race. And the colour of its fur was too obvious in the winter's dead leaves, so before it could find a place to hide, the little one had been picked up by a pair of hands.

It let out a shrill yelp in a split second and tried to jump out with the tiny paws, but the more it struggled, the more painful the wound on its leg became. Only when the little creature turned it over onto its back to lie in the man's arms, with the injured leg gently propped up after the trap had been removed, that the little fox, which had been making such a fuss, finally calmed down. However, it was only quiet for a few seconds before it once again pitifully and miserably arched its little head over the vampire's arms, whimpering.

The little one kept pawing at the vampire's clothes, and its moans sounded more and more pitiful. Mitchell looked into the blue eyes in his arms. It was the first time he had ever seen a fox in tears, and he even read hope and sadness in them. He held the fox as if it were a baby, let it grasp his clothes with the paws, with its little head against his chest.

"You recognise my clothes?" Mitchell thought for a moment, attributing its unusually clingy behaviour to the scent on his clothes.

The little fox purred, but pity the vampire couldn't understand what that meant.

"I'll take you home first." He lowered his head and nuzzled the pretty creature, causing the fox to purr again.

Before leaving, Mitchell looked back at the long trail of blood on the ground and held the golden one tighter.

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Mitchell had always wondered what look Anders got when he bit him on the neck.

He didn't know and couldn't remember.

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When he brought the hurt fox home, Mitchell had no idea that after its leg had healed, the little one would still roll in his bed and refuse to leave.

The vampire looked at the golden creature who continued to sleep with his little paws over its eyes and rubbed the round belly, then the furry head, and finally its pretty tail. Until the fox finally got so annoyed with him that it couldn't sleep anymore. It rolled over and bit him on the arm exasperatedly.

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve," Mitchell said as the little fox cocked its little butt to stretch.

It stopped to look at him with a bit of anticipation. After all, he had never seen snow at Christmas before. But Mitchell's later words made the fox look forward to it less again.

"George and Annie will both come." The vampire teased its ears, "I wonder if you'll get to see Annie."

The little fox thought about it and couldn't come up with an answer. If it had been Anders, it might have been able to see her by Bragi's power. But it didn't have the mind to dwell on that; it just yawned and then found the sunniest place in the room and curled up with its eyes closed.

For him, a Christmas without sex, what's the difference between that and every other day?

Wait, Sex? !

As he was no longer in a hurry to find out after being picked up by Mitchell, he almost forgot that he could change into human form two days later.

"Andy?" the vampire called out suspiciously as he looked at the little fox who had suddenly lifted its head from its furry golden tail, while the pretty one didn't even give him a look before it buried its head back, comfortable to sleep up.

This year's Christmas Eve was more festive than Mitchell had imagined, due to a bow tie Annie brought.

The little fox went on alert the moment she took it out of her package, scurrying up behind the vampire at once and growling menacingly at Annie. Annie, however, looked as if her heart was melting because of its kitten-like voice.

"Mitchell, you must take him back!"

The little creature hated this physical 'cuteness'.

The vampire turned to look at the tiny one whose tail was raised high in anger, then at his friend, who was slowly approaching with the bow against his chest. Mitchell couldn't help but giggle, "Do you need my help?"

"Of course." Annie replied as a matter of fact, "And I have a gold one just for him."

No. NO. MITCHELL! DON'T DARE YOU!

Mitchell grabbed the fox as it tried to slip away, crouched down to whisper "I promise this is the only time". Then with one arm around the fox's belly and one hand on his butt, the vampire carried it with belly up and restrained it to the maximum. So that when Annie tied that bow onto the pretty tail that kept waving, the little one could only slap a paw in the vampire's face in annoyance.

Finally, the little fox was numbly put on a collar with a bell and a silly Christmas hat before being allowed to run off to the corner of the cabin to have a tantrum all to itself. It didn't take long, though, for Mitchell to apologise and remove the woolly hat from its ears before it took a bite out of his hand.

As he chatted with Annie and George, Mitchell held the little one on his lap at all times, stroking it from its back to the tail. When the tail was caught by the vampire, it always broke free quickly, but again the furry tail fell right into his palm each time when he turned it over.

However, the little fox was not as energetic as the other three and fell quietly asleep in Mitchell's arms before dinner. It wasn't until a small piece of gingerbread was passed under his nose that the fox suddenly sniffed and then, without opening his eyes, took it.

Perhaps due to exhaustion from pre-change, it had been sleeping sickly on Mitchell's lap. When it finally reluctantly opened the eyelids, it found that it and the vampire were the only ones left in the cabin.

Mitchell placed his palm under its head, and the little one, looking around, immediately leaned its head up, squinting and purring as the vampire tickled his chin. "Annie and George have gone back.

The little fox looked up at him, with the mini bell tinkling.

"George has a date with Nina tomorrow." The little head rested back on Mitchell's hand.

It really was one of the reasons George and Annie didn't stay, though not the most important one. The vampire thought. And, even though the little creature curled up in his lap was very human, he didn't want to re-tell what had happened in Christmases two years ago.

"Sleep." He petted the golden fox, whose eyes had closed again, and carried it back to bed—it had refused to sleep in the nest Mitchell had so lovingly laid out for him from the day it was brought home.

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The following morning, Mitchell was awakened by the sound of a crisp bell and comfort between his legs. He grunted in his half-sleep and subconsciously held the cheeks pressed against his waist, punching himself into the warm, tight ring.

"Mmm..." The golden one suddenly pushed against the pleasure spot, went weak at the waist and almost fell on top of the vampire. Anders frowned as he stared at the brunette whose eyes hadn't even opened, slapping Mitchell across the face.

Not hard, but enough to wake the vampire up. Though what he didn't expect was for Mitchell to freeze for a few seconds, and then he suddenly rolled over and pinned him to the bed, pinching his thighs and fucking so hard. Anders' curses turned into soft whimpers before releasing, mingling with the uninterrupted ringing of his bell.

The blonde raised his neck and groaned loudly as the vampire thrust harder and faster. He put his arms around his lover's shoulder and tried to pull him into a kiss. But Mitchell avoided his lips and buried his face against his neck. This position made Anders almost completely fold. His legs were open to the point that they hurt, while the vampire did not care about these, just more and more mad to torture his prostate.

It took a few moments before Anders could distinguish the sobs belonging to the vampire from his own murmurs and rings. He clutched Mitchell's head, gasped increasingly rapidly and was even dizzied from lack of oxygen, nearly coming.

"Mitch...John...!" Anders shivered violently, finally coming on Mitchell's belly, crying his name.

The golden creature went limp on the bed and submissively allowed the vampire to cum deep in his passage.

When the crisp ringing of the bell finally stopped, the vampire's sobs became clearer and louder. Then, as his own breathing calmed, Anders grabbed Mitchell's curls and tugged hard, forcing the brunette to look into his eyes.

"Look at me, puppy." Anders stared into those wet puppy eyes, the vampire in front of him now not looking at all like the bastard who had just almost fucked him unconscious, "I'm not your sex dream."

Mitchell froze like a broken computer, giving no response. It wasn't until Anders lifted his left leg and kicked him, gesturing for the vampire to look at his leg, that Mitchell finally responded.

He pulled himself out of Anders and lifted his calf - a scar was plainly visible below the knee. Mitchell's wrist shook slightly, rubbing his thumb over the scar, and as he lowered his head and kissed it, his whole body shook uncontrollably.

It was only now that Mitchell eventually noticed that the sweet blonde with his legs spread had a gorgeous, fluffy tail and a pair of fluffy fox ears hidden between his golden hair.

"Aren't you?" the vampire put his leg down and rewrapped Anders into his arms, trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd picked Anders up from the woods. But, as he rejoiced, his chest once again ached like the heart had been squeezed tight. He couldn't stop imagining what if he hadn't found the little fox that day, what if his little fox had been taken by the hunter who had laid the trap... One horrible thought after another made him hold his baby, who was flapping the tip of his tail, close to him in fear.

"Or you can take a bite and have a taste, but I won't promise I'll taste the same as before..." He hadn't finished when Mitchell suddenly looked up and interrupted him in a loud voice as abruptly as he was stressed.

"DON'T JOKE WITH IT!" Then, staring at his stunning blonde, Mitchell rested his forehead against the little fox's, with his voice softening, "Please... don't joke with it...I won't hurt you again..."

While Anders was puzzled, he saw Mitchell's eyes turn dark unexpectedly, and when Mitchell took his finger against his teeth, he couldn't feel the vampire's sharp fangs.

"What have you done?!"

"It's the only way..." The vampire nuzzled him to fawn with his nose like a puppy who had upset his master. "The only way to ensure I will never hurt you again... you said you would come back to me." Before the door closed.

"What if I can't ?!"

"Don't know." Mitchell was extraordinarily honest about it. "I just want to protect you from a monster, when you get back."

"Egg..." Anders was so angry that he wanted to scold him all day, while Mitchell's poor expression prevented any of his expletives from coming out. Finally, he could only grab the vampire's collar and bring his lips to, "Now, FUCK me, hard, fierce, or I'll leave immediately and...Hum...!"

#Gathering 12 Days 2022 #Britchell #Anders/Mitchell #The Almighty Johnsons #Being Human (UK)

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silverisbestboy · 4 years

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Sonic Boom x Reader

Requested by @blackace1993: Conversation was accidentally deleted but from what I remeber of it, they wanted hc for the Sonic Boom characters who has a partner who frequently gets into trouble and/or captured by Eggman. They didn't specify which character they wanted so I just did all of them minus Tails. Hope you enjoy!

Sonic:

There's no denying it

Sonic was smitten

The moment you set foot on the island Sonic was taken aback by you

To him, you were drop dead gorgeous with a great personality so I guess you could say it was love at first sight for him

This boy is a fool for you

It's actually quite funny watching him zip across the island at the slightest remark that you need something

"Man, you what? I'm feeling kind of hungry"

"Say no more!" He'll say as he zooms away and reappears seconds later with a chili dog in hand

"Uhhhh"

But, unfortunately for you, being in any sort of relationship with Sonic is not wothout complication

Eggman sees you as a new oppurtunity to best Sonic and ends up taking you hostage on a regular basis

The first time it happens, Sonic all but destroys Eggman's fortress looking for you

But after it continuously happening, it starts getting kinda old

"Greeting Sonic! I see you've come to rescue your little girlfriend"

"Yeah, yeah. Can we just we just get to the part where I clobber you?"

It gets to the point where Sonic starts teaching you how to defend yourself so you can hold your own against Eggman

Not that he doesn't mind rescuing, it's just he can't always be there to protect

With the amount of times they've had to save you, the team are already very familiar with you and consider you apart of their friend group

But as you get better is self-defence, Sonic officially announces you as part of the team and you start joining them on missions

While Sonic does tend to stick to your side more than his other teammates during battle, he's glad to have you fighting alongside them

After all, he's happy to spend as much time with you as possible, even if that means having to bash Eggman's robots to do so

Knuckles:

You're not a bad person

So what if you have anger issues

So what if you get into fights from time to time

So what if you've been in trouble with the cops before

Doesn't mean you're a bad person, it just means you've.... got some issues

One day you're not in the best mood and have already had a pretty shitty day, and you're just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode

So it's no wonder that when a big guy bumps into you and causes you to drop the tray of food you're holding, you go off on him

Unfortunately for you, this guy is huge, a tall red echidna with bulking arms that looks like he could punch you into next week

But you're not one to back down from a fight, you've beaten up guys twice your size before and you're not afraid to do it again

"Woah, hey, sorry about that, didn't see you there."

What, is he dense?! Who does this guy think he is barrelling into anyone he pleases just because he's big? You bet he was just gonna walk off without even helping you. Well, you'd show him!

Without warning, you lunged at the echidna with the intent of knocking him over the same way he almost did to you

But you underestimated his initial strength and reflexes and he caught you midair with your legs kicking and your hands clawing for his face

"Woah, dude chill! I said I was sorry!"

He just kinda holds you up in air at arms length with you kicking and screaming until you eventually tire yourself out

The echidna stares at you cautiously

"Are you good now?"

After a moment, you reluctantly nod, and he gently sets you back on your feet

He then carefully leans down without takong his eyes off you and grabs your burger which is still wrapped in foil and reaches it out to you

"How about we start over? I'm Knuckles."

You thought after that encounter, that was the last you'd see of him

But one day, you've gotten yourself into another fight, and to say you're losing would be an understatement

It's once again, a guy twice your size and he's absolutely beating the crap out of you

But by some miracle, Knuckles happens to be walking by and immediately notices you

He steps in to save you, and the guy you're fighting knows about Knuckles being part of Sonic's team and doesn't even bother attempting to fight him

Knuckles takes your half conscious body to Tails's work shop where they fix you up

After that, Knuckles refuses to leave you alone

Even if you try to leave, he always ends finding you to make sure you don't get into more trouble

He helps you find outlets for your anger by sparring and working out with him

You grow a soft spot for Knuckles that you'd never thought you'd have for anyone

He's your big goofball that somehow always manages to calm you down and get you out of whatever trouble your in

Though it's beyond you why anyone would want to put up with you, eespecially a lovable ray of sunshine like Knuckles, you're so grateful that you have someone like himin your life to keep you in check

A/N: Might make more hcs for that because I absolutely love the idea of big, strong goofball Knuckles having a little ball of pure rage as a partner.

Amy Rose:

Some would say you're a pacifist

Some would say you care too much

Some would say you're too nice

But you like to think that you're just trying to do good in the world

You're definitely the type of person that hates conflict and wants everyone to get along, and you're more often than not a bit of a pushover

You like to give people benefit of the doubt and prefer to see the good in people, although sometimes, this affects you negatively

A kindly looking (or at least in your opinion) wolf with a showman's top hat and a certain glint his eyes one day stops you in your tracks and asks you ever so politely if you would kindly lend him some money to help feed his family

Of course, you're quick to help, but little do you know that this is none other than T.W. Barker himself, and he's been watching you carefully for some time

He notices the way you jump at the oppurtunity to help someone in need, and he being a con man at heart, decides to take advantage of that

But before you can lend the man all the money you have in your pocket, a certain pink hedgehog decides to interfere

"Hey, you leave her alone Barker! Go find your own ATM machine!"

Amy Rose herself stands not far behind you, hammer in hand and ready for trouble

"N-now, now, let's not be too hasty. I was simply accepting a generous donation from this unsuspecting-- I mean self-less young lady."

"Yeah right. Beat it before I hammer you into next Tuesday, punk!"

You're in utter shock as the seeming wolf in sheep's clothing (pun intended) makes his escape

"Gotta look out for scumbags. Seems this village is getting more and more of them everyday. Anyways, I'm Amy, what's your name?"

Since then, Amy keeps a close eye on you to make sure you don't become prey to anymore scam artists

Now Amy will never admit she has anger issues, but she does get... irritated from time to time

On more than one occasion, you're there to help her calm down and have a sleepover planned or a spa day for when things get particularly rough for her

Whenever she needs help choosing which paint to redo her wall with, or which dress she should wear to a party, she calls you up, because no matter what you're interests are or how inconvenient the timing might seem, you're ready to help a friend, even with mundane things

Amy has you become a part of the Sonic family, and while you never do join them in battles, you help keep the peace between the team whenever there's an argument

And Amy always makes sure your overly caring attitude isn't being taken advantage of

No matter the time or the place, Amy knows she can always count on you, and you know she's always got your back

Sticks:

Well this is quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into

A lot of people would descibe you as clumsy, but you knew you just bad luck

And to prove just that, here you were dangling upside from a rope trap after deciding to take a liesure stroll through the forest

What are we, nomads? Who sets out traps in the middle of the woods anymore?!

After about 20 minutes, the blood is rushing to your head and you're starting to feel faint

But just as you think that your bad luck will finally be the end of you, figure bursts from the bushes with a fierce battle cry

It's a badger girl with a boomerang clutched in her paw, ready for a fight

But after a moment she realizes just who's gotten caught up in her trap

"Hey, what's the big idea?! Why're you in my snare?"

"Why am I in your snare? Why did you put out a snare you loon?!"

After about 5 minutes of arguing, Sticks reluctantly cuts you down, begrudgingly explaining that she set out a trap for any woodland monsters

You run into her again on another walk, crossing a small stream before tripping on one of the stepping stones and almost falling in before a furry arm wraps around your waist

"You outta be more careful out here. The wilderness is no place to be a klutz."

"Hey, I'm not a klutz. I just have bad luck is all."

And what more to gain the attention of a superstitious badger than the possibility of supernatural forces at play

"You could've been hexed by a witch. Or worse, there could be a vengeful spirit after you! We gotta get you an exorcist!"

"I'm fine, I'm just unlucky. Always have been always will be."

"We should still burn some sage in your home just to be sure."

You let Sticks do what she wants with you, after all, her superstitious perspective is a nice change from everyone just thinking your clumsy

You think her attempts to "cleanse" you are endearing, she tries something new everyday, and you end up learning a thing or two about survival and the corruptedness of politics from her

Weeks later, her attempts slowly dwindle down, and she just comes to accept she's just gonna have to keep an extra close eye on you, especially when she sets out booby traps

The time y'all have spent together, although it was somewhat motivated by Sticks not wanting to get whatever curse you exposed her to, lead to y'all having a close bond

Everyone has their quirks, she's paranoid and you're clumsy, but you two always manage to work things out

And that's the beauty of a relationship

A/N: Sorry I haven't been that active lately, so take this as an apology. Four hcs for the price of one!

#sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose x reader #sticks the badger x reader #knuckles the echidna x reader

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literary-spirit · 3 years

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Chapter 5

The next day after first meal Bjorn, Torvi, and Bonnie cleaned out Rollo's old keep. The place was filthy. Rats the size of small puppies had made the place home and she wasn't entirely sure they weren't leaving without a knock down drag out. Aside from the rats, cobwebs and huge furry spiders dominated every crack and crevice in the structure. The situation was so dismal, she'd begun to have second thoughts. By the smug expression on Bjorn's face, she could tell he already knew she was about two seconds away from begging him to stay. Yet, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not even if she had to accept canine inspired rodents

and tarantula like spiders as her new housemates.

Once they removed most of the dry rotted furniture and she'd thoroughly scrubbed the wooden plank floors with the same lard soap they actually used to bathe with, Bjorn said they were done for the time being. Since several hours of sunlight still remained in the day, Bjorn opted to go fishing at the harbor, while Torvi went off to train with the keep's other shield maidens. Bonnie decided to remain behind to work on a spell that would transform the ingredients she gathered the day before into things needed for her hygienic care.

From the first incantation, she could tell something was off. To say something was different with her magic would've been an understatement. Kind of like calling the sun sort of hot. Yeah, she'd always been powerful, thanks to her lineage, but there was altogether a new level of potency to her sorcery. Even the aftereffect of her spell presented in a way it had never done before. This new development caused simple enchantments that had become second nature to her, to get all twisted. And after about an hour of dealing with the same results over and over again, the frustration was fucking real! She slapped some of the ingredients off the stone table.

Damn it! She hadn't had a bath in almost four days. Pretty soon, she would be looking and smelling like who did it and why the hell you let it happen. "Shit, I wish I had my L'Occitane Almond Shower Scrub Duo from home in my hands right now!"

A tingling sizzle tickled the palms before the body scrub duo materialized in her hands. Shock nearly drove her to drop the containers, but she recovered in time and placed them on the table. Holy hell? What is happening? She stared at the half-used bottles from her and Niklaus' master bathroom. How the hell did she conjure these? She wasn't a conjurer. But then again, did she really conjure them or wish for them? Wait! Then did that mean she'd somehow fucked over the immortal witch spell and now she was a got damn Jinn?! She didn't wanna be a Jinn!

Shit! Stay calm. She shouldn't panic and since Jinns couldn't make wishes themselves there's no way she could be one. Hell, she could prove she wasn't a Jinn and correct one of their latest fuck ups in the process.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I wish I was home." Slowly, her lids lifted to reveal the same hovel she stood in before she closed her eyes. An ache cracked her chest wide, "I don't understand. Why am I here?"

"To save my sons," an imperious, but deferential voice said from behind her.

She spun around to find the Queen of Kattegat, standing in her little hole in the wall. "Queen Aslaug." Her head dipped in a bow.

"Please, do not bow to me. It is I who should bow to you," she swept down in a graceful bow. "The sorcery within demands that I must. The mystical energy that surrounds you overwhelms and amazes."

Not knowing what the hell else to say, Bonnie focused on the Queen's prior admission. "Why'd you say I'm here to save your sons?"

"Because it is the truth. I dreamt of you, before you arrived," Queen Aslaug moved around the stone table, eyeing the shower scrub duo as she went. Once in front of her she stopped and clasped hands with her. "Your presence balances the scales against the many calamities waiting to wreak havoc on us all. I've foreseen it."

"Queen Aslaug-," she began.

"Let us not provoke the gods by further talks of this nature," she squeezed Bonnie's hands before releasing them. "You should go sit by the water in the cove before second meal."

Bonnie grabbed her shower duo from the stone table and placed them in the now empty basket. "Well, I did wanna wash." She gathered her last day dress, which was stiff, rough, brown, and barely grazed her ankles. It, however, was clean.

"Then wash you must," Queen Aslaug cosigned. Her gaze darted around the keep, "Bjorn, informed me you'll be residing here." She turned back to face Bonnie. "I'd offer for you a bench in the great hall, but I believe you to prefer privacy over comfort."

Bonnie gripped the handle of the basket with both hands. "That's true."

Queen Aslaug nodded. "While you're gone, I'll have thralls come finish putting your keep to rights."

"Thank you," Bonnie said.

"It is the very least I can do," Queen Aslaug said before turning to leave.

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After her shower under the waterfall Bonnie felt more like herself. Though she was still confused by all that had transpired since she fell backwards in time at least she'd gained some stability. Now she'd be able to start gathering the pieces and putting things together. Once she finished oiling her body she redressed and headed back into the woods. Not long into her trek she realized she was being stalked. The sun had begun to make its descent. She didn't have long before darkness fell and whatever stalked her attempted to turn her cakes into a meal.

She thought about making a run for it but every show she'd ever seen on animal planet cautioned to never willingly offer chase to a predator. Yet, she was a melanin gifted woman in a melanin challenged land, slasher flick rule numero uno demanded that she haul ass. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

Bonnie released a harassed sigh. She neither wanted to get sweaty or bloody, "Look, you and I both know you're there so come on out. If you're gonna try and kill me you can at least face me before you carry out the deed."

A collection of seconds turned into a minute before she finally saw movement in the multiplying shadows. Moments later a shit ton of wolves varying in sizes and color inched forth on their bellies into the fading light of day.

Each kept their heads resting on their front paws and their eyes downcast. A wolf the size of a small pony covered in golden white fur with a pair of crystal blue eyes

continued to creep forward until his snout practically touched the toe of her shoe. Werewolves? In the Viking era? Of course, there are because no matter what the weird and freaky better known as the supernatural always seemed to know exactly where to find her! She was a fucking beacon for the strange and unexplained.

Bonnie squatted to trail her finger through the tufts of fur between his ears. "How are you all in your wolf forms when there hasn't been a full moon since I arrived. Either you're hybrid or cursed and since it'll be over another hundred years before the first hybrid is made, then you must be cursed." She trailed her hands over the length of the wolf's body. Though she sensed wild but potent magic, she didn't sense any dark energy it would take to invoke a curse. "Yet, I don't sense any dark magic." She stared into the wolf's eyes, "You fur babies must be something else altogether."

The wolf shimmered from canine to man, and then stood. One minute a gorgeous animal sat facing Bonnie, and the next all she saw was a slab of meat wearing a turtleneck of golden hair. She glanced up into a face that was cloaked in shadows by the light of the sun. For a moment, her next heartbeat refused to pound.

"Klaus?" She whispered.

A hand reached down to help her up. "I'm known as Ansel, Goddess."

"Ansel..." Wait, could he be..., "Why did you call me goddess?"

He laughed and the corners of his eyes crinkled the way Klaus' did when something genuinely amused him. "Because that is what you are, the Goddess of Twilight."

Her eyes popped. What in the Stephanie Meyer madness was he talking about? "E-excuse me who?"

"The prophecy foretold your arrival," Ansel said, still clasping her hand in his. "It was divined, your appearance would relink the descendants of Fenrir with their witchery lineage thereby affording us control over our shift."

This sounded like some sun and moon curse mumbo jumbo. Disregarding his nudity, she stepped closer. "Who spoke of this prophecy to you?" Maybe this person was a millennial throwback as well.

"We've always known of this foretelling," Ansel said, punching holes through the hope she'd managed to gather, "but the one who came before you did confirm the prophecy would come to past."

"The one who came before me?" She questioned, practically dripping desperation.

"Yes, the dark woman," Ansel answered, his eyes searching hers. "She lives deeper in the forest. Not many non-shifters venture that far into the woods. For those who have a mind to try, there are spells and curses in place to ensure no one unwanted reaches her."

"Ansel, I have to speak with her," she dropped her basket and covered both of their hands with her other, "Can you take me to her?"

His head bobbed. "Come," he knelt and picked up her basket, "it'll be quicker if you hoist yourself on my back."

****

By the time they made it to the tiny shack deep in the forest, night had fallen. Yet, the zillion twinkling stars in the black velvet sky were able to pierce the canopy of leaves and provide an adequate amount of light for Bonnie to see. Ansel placed her on the ground a foot or so away from the door of the shack. The familiar energy wafting from the keep embraced her. She knew this magic. This was the magic of her ancestors. It was Bennett magic. Her magic.

The cloth barrier to the dwelling shifted and out stepped Ayanna Bennett.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, but she could've been older. Bonnie had come to know her well during her brief afterlife on the other side. "You have the look of my mother. I don't even have to sense it to know you're my own."

For the first time since she'd been dropped in the middle of time Bonnie broke. She tumbled into Ayanna's arms and fell to pieces.

"Help me," she whispered.

"You're the answer to all of our cries," Ayanna whispered next to her ear. "The Goddess of All would not have sent you to us lacking. Whatever is needed you already carry with you. Come, we have much to discuss."

Once inside, Bonnie sat on a wooden bench next to a stone alter.

Ayanna handed her a smoldering cup of tan liquid. "Drink, it's an herbal concoction meant to ease fits. It also aids in uncluttering your third sight." Without further urging, she sipped the tea. "Now, tell me all."

"It all started with this ancient evil and an immortal man willing to sacrifice his eternity to save his child," she began, "and the sacrifice his lover made so he wouldn't have to." For the next several hours Bonnie recounted the entire twisted tale of her and Klaus. By the time she was finished, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"So, why do you believe this Niklaus is the Viking to which the prophecy refers?" Ayanna questioned.

Bonnie laughed like Ayanna had out joked Kevin Hart. "Who else is of Viking descent and stronger than Klaus?"

"Who else indeed! Seems to me, all you have to do is march back to Kattegat and tap one of the many Vikings there on the shoulder. I wager any number of them is stronger than this Niklaus," she said, waving a hand as if she was waving off the very thought of Klaus. "And why would you want to form a mate bond with him? The same disrespectful dolt who places other witches over you in his regard. As if anyone other than a witch of our familial line could shoulder the burden of being the eternal witch."

Bonnie's eyes closed and remained so. "Did I mention Ansel's his father?"

"Ansel?"

Klaus' fathers name is the last thing Bonnie heard Ayanna speak before sleep claimed her.

****

"We have to get her back. The sons of Ragnar Lothbrok is ripping away the forest looking for her," Ansel's voice penetrated the thick fog of sleep that held her captive.

She heard a clucking sound, then Ayanna. "Calm yourself. They'll never make it past the first line of magic."

"That is what I'm trying to tell you, woman," Ansel bellowed. Frustration clear and plain in his tone, "they already have."

"What? How is that..." Ayanna's voice trailed off. "It's her. Her magic shields them. Why is this so?" A moment past, and then she felt Ayanna's lips at her ear. "You've learned many things on your spiritual voyage last eve. Things which must be considered. You have to return, Bonnie. For not only have you and your wolf achieved the goal you sought, but you've also attained so much more."

When next she opened her eyes, she was laying on a pile of fallen leaves and wildflowers. Her basket sat next to her head, while every last son of Ragnar stood staring down at her with varying expressions. Actually, everyone except Ivar who more or less leaned over her shooting her a unit inspired with nothing but ill intent.

"Um, good morning," she said, lacking anything of note to say.

****

"I thought you'd been raped and killed by Skogarmaors!" Bjorn yelled in her face as she drooped on a bench in the great hall.

Queen Aslaug's eyes rolled at Bjorn's antics,

while his brothers peered on in silence. Their faces giving nothing away.

She had a banging headache and Bjorn was nowhere close to easing her pain. "I'm sorry, Bjorn. It wasn't my intention to worry you are your family."

"Ack! Loki take your intentions," He threw up his hands and turned away from her, "I have no worries for your intentions. For all I know they're harried paving a path to Helheim."

"Where were you, hmm?" Ivar questioned. His stare unwavering as always. "Your appearance speaks of you being sheltered from the elements. So, who sheltered you?"

"On my way back from the Cove I met someone in the woods. He told me some things that lead me to believe he knew someone who could understand the reason I've come to be here," she said, attempting to be as honest as she could without placing Ansel or Ayanna in danger.

"You said, he told you," Bjorn turned around to face her.

She gave him a slow nod, "yes."

"Name this man," Bjorn demanded.

Reluctantly, she shook her head. "I'd rather not."

"I've heard sagas of a dark woman dwelling in the deep of the forest," Ivar said, while his steady gaze tracked each expression that crossed her face. "Many have spoken tales of her being a witch."

Queen Aslaug laughed. "Ivar, halt with your tales of spirits and witches. You're being distressing."

"Did you allow yourself to be plowed by this man?" Sigurd asked, straight facing the hell out of her.

"Sigurd!" Queen Aslaug released a heavy sigh before taking a sip from her cup.

"What? I'm sure that was Bjorn's next line of questioning," he defended.

"No," Bonnie snapped, chopping Sigurd up with a unit meant to leave him DOA, "There was absolutely no plowing going on between me and this man." To her surprise, Bjorn exhaled a sigh that appeared to be motivated by relief. She stood and walked over to Bjorn. Placing a hand on his arm, she gazed up at him, "the only reason I followed him is for answers. That's all, Bjorn. I swear it upon our oath."

She watched the anger and tension drain from his face as he reached up to cup her cheek. "Did you learn anything?"

"No," she emphasized with a sad dejected shake of the head, "I was given some kind of herbal concoction while there and I fell asleep before finding out anything. When I awakened, you guys were standing over me."

"I'm sure in time you'll have your answers," he allowed his thumb to trace the path of her cheek before returning his hand to his side.

She gazed out the great hall door toward the forest and prayed to the mother of all he was right.

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drabbledragon · 4 years

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Linktober: Fall

Still a few days behind but I’m catching up! I’ll be up to date in no time!

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26749021/chapters/65731681

Summary: One of the Links is always changing, just like the leaves in fall.

Warnings: Swearing

Day 6: Fall

This forest was unlike anything the group had ever encountered before. Tall Aspen trees towered over them and created a mosaic of red, orange, and yellow up in the treetops, and a small stream trickled peacefully by small river rocks. The dirt ground beneath them was laden with hoof tracks and piles of leaves, with no indication that humans nor Hylians have ever stepped foot in this very forest. The place was wild, breathtaking, and absolutely beautiful in all its untamed might.

“It appears that we’re stuck in between eras.” The Hero of Time had concluded. The group discussion they had had a little while ago turned out to be inconclusive, with their best guess being a time between Twilight’s and Wild’s eras - but even that claim was a bit shaky.

Sky stepped forward and curiously looked at the trees around him. “ We haven’t seen any monsters here yet,” He turned back and regarded the other heroes with pinched brows, “ So do you guys think we’re in a time where Ganon doesn’t exist?”

“We very well could be.” Warriors chimed in.

The heroes had broken out into another murmured discussion about the matter, each one of them trying to figure out why exactly the Goddess would send them to a timeline with no destruction and no one to save. Among those several heroes was Four, eyes distant as his four personalities argued in his head.

C’mon, Blue, it’ll be fun!

Red, I’m not going to act like a five year - old and jump into a pile of leaves.

Awww, please? They’re so colorful and pretty and they make a cool crunch sound when you step on them! And this might be our only chance to relax and have some fun! Plus you heard Sky: there are no monsters here so we don’t have to worry about getting attacked or anything!

One, that’s not what Sky said; Sky said that we haven’t seen any monsters yet, meaning that there could very well be monsters, but just hidden. Two, how do you think the others would react? They’ll most likely treat us like little kids after, and I don’t want to be teased all the time like Wind.

But Vioooo, it’s just a little pile of leaves. Maybe everyone else will join when they see us jump in first! The corner of Four’s lips twitched.

Guys, Warriors is talking to us.

The Hero of the Four Sword was startled back into reality, and nearly shrunk under the captain’s expectant gaze. Struggling to find his voice, he stuttered out a quick, “ H - huh?”

“I asked you what you thought about the situation.” The Hero of Warriors frowned. Then with a placement of hands on hips and a raised brow, the man questioned, “ Were you even listening to a thing I’ve been saying?”

“Oh, um ...” The silence between them was palpable, and no matter how much of four’s personalities tried to rack their brains for the captain’s recent words, all they could think about was Red’s excitable personality bubbling to the surface. Green could feel himself quickly becoming suppressed under his red counterpart’s desire to let loose and have some fun, and he could feel his gaze flickering more and more to the piles of leaves rather than Warriors’s face. Three - quarters of him begged Red not to give in to his impulsivity, but they were fighting a losing battle, and Red was clearly the victor.

Four was pushing past Warriors before he even knew it.

Seven curious faces and an offended Warriors watched as their smallest hero leapt into the pile of foliage, giggling and smiling as colorful leaves fluttered around him like winter’s snow. His face was alight with newfound joy as he mindlessly tossed red, orange, and yellow leaves into the air, and for once, he felt like just another child enjoying a crisp autumn day. He idly wondered how long it had been since he was last able to be his exuberant self - to just abandon his duty as a knight and enjoy the small joys in life. He abruptly froze.

Red! What did you do? Everyone’s staring!

Oh my Goddesses, they’re never gonna let us live this down.

If we have to explain ourselves, you’re the one who’ll have to do it.

Red looked to the remaining heroes with tears in his eyes. Oh man, what’s he going to say?

He startled when a rush of blue and blonde jumped into the pile of leaves next to him.

“Woohoo!” Wind shouted when he popped his head out the pile, leaves and twigs tangled into his hair. He looked to the Hero of the Four Sword and beamed, “ That was really fun! Let’s do that again, Four!”

And the Hero of the Four Sword glowed, his red eyes bright with elation.

Not long after, Wild, Hyrule, and a newly - transformed Wolfie had joined in, each one of them caught in a fit of giggles and whoops as they hopped from leaf pile to leaf pile. It appeared that the heroes' concern about being dropped into an unfamiliar Hyrule had slowly dribbled away, giving way to amusement as they watched the five heroes let loose and enjoy themselves. With a warm smile, Time decided,

“I guess we’ll be staying here for the night.”

Dusk had quickly approached soon after, causing fading rays of sunlight to shine weakly through the trees. The Hero of Twilight and the Hero of the Four Sword walked purposefully through the forest, the former remaining in his Twili form as the two scoured the area for food.

The smaller of the two heroes took out his makeshift - shopping list Wild had given him, and scanned it over for the umpteenth time.

Well we have the mushrooms and apples the cook asked for, so we’re really just missing the honey.

We know, Vio. Can you just stop looking over that thing every five seconds? It’s starting to piss me off.

Wolfie questioningly looked back as he heard the paper crumple in the other’s hands, but Four simply ignored him.

Blue, it’s okay! I’m sure Vio’s doing his best! Plus it’s hard for us to remember things, right? So it’s okay for him to check back every once in a while.

Sure, but every five fucking seconds? None of us have memory issues that bad; Vio’s either messing with us or actually has amnesia like Wild.

Hey, look!

Red, Blue, and Vio all looked to where Green mentally motioned. There it was: their last ingredient was hanging on a high branch just above them, the bee’s nest swinging idly in the cool breeze.

“It’s really high up,” Twilight pursed his lips, his form now that of a Hylian’s. “ Maybe I can grab it with my Clawshot.” He was just about to search for his aforementioned tool when a sudden snort caught his attention.

“Really, Wolfboy? You need something like that to get a little bee’s nest? I can get that with my bow and arrow in one shot, no doubt.”

The Hero of Twilight looked over the other with obvious skepticism. “ Blue eyes, huh? So I guess Blue’s the one doing the talking.” Then with a taunting smirk, he asked, “ Hmph, up for a little challenge?”

Blue, just please say no.

“You bet your furry ass I am!”

Green mentally facepalmed.

“Then it’s settled,” Twilight said, taking out an orange Rupee and waving it around. “ First one to get the beehive gets 100 Rupees.”

100 Rupees? Blue gawked, that was going to be an easy win! With Vio’s precision and Green’s coordination, the four of them were guaranteed to win! Blue reached down to his bag to find his Bow, but paused when he felt that something was off. With a slow glance down, he was slightly horrified to find that his tunic was completely blue.

He quickly swivelled on his heels and frowned to see his three counterparts smiling right back at him. “Hey, seriously?! You guys are quitting on me just like that?!”

“Well you’re the one that wanted to challenge Twilight, not us.” Vio shrugged. “ So if you want to win, then do it fairly.”

“Yeah,” Red chimed in. “ I wanna see you win!”

Blue gritted his teeth. Really? His three other counterparts were bailing on him just because of something so stupid as playing fair? They were all part of the same person, for Hylia’s sake; using each one of their abilities was totally fair! He shrunk when he felt Twilight’s shadow looming over him.

“Well, Blue?” His eyes darted over to the Ordonian’s smirk. “ Is our competition still on? Or do you just wanna hand me my 100 Rupees now?”

There was a moment of hesitance from Four’s blue counterpart until he finally shouted back, “ You’re on, Furball!”

The two heroes each positioned themselves on either side of the tree, bows readily aimed at their unsuspecting prize. Blue did his best not to tremble under the pressure, but after taking a glance at the cool, calm, and collected Ordonian standing right across from him, he couldn’t help but feel his confidence wane like a dying fire.

“Ready ...” Green drawled from a distance, hand raised readily in the air.

Blue took a steadying breath. He could do this; just one little hit at the bee’s nest’s stem and those 100 Rupees were as good as his.

“Go!”

The call caused two arrows to fly simultaneously through the air like a quick gust of wind, both projectiles aimed at the same target. They both sliced through the air at an amazing speed but just as Blue had feared, Twilight’s arrow had reached the nest first, easily nicking the stem and sending the hive falling towards the ground.

But Blue wasn’t done yet. He may have lost the battle, but he’ll win the war.

Four’s blue counterpart broke into a sprint almost immediately after, arms strewn out in an attempt to catch the nest. He had successfully caught it when it was just a hair’s breadth away from hitting the ground, and he couldn’t help but cheer out in victory; but he had poorly miscalculated his win, because the next thing he knew, his degree of momentum had sent him tumbling towards the ground with a roll, and the steep decline of the hill only seemed to spur him on. He eventually ended up in a nearby stream not long after, with arms raised above his head in order to avoid the beehive from getting wet while the rest of him was currently drowning underwater. When he was finally able to gain his bearings, he sat up and looked to his three counterparts and the Ordonian looking back at him from the top of the hill, Vio and Twilight doing their best to hold in their laughter while Red and Green didn’t even bother.

Wild was cooking later that night, the smell of Glazed Mushrooms and Honeyed Apples wafting through the air in a tantalizing manner. Four sat blissfully next to the small campfire, and watched quietly as the group’s resident cook stirred the pot once again.

The Hero of Wilds pursed his lips as he said, “I honestly thought there would be more honey in that hive, but since we’re in a weird sorta Hyrule - limbo, I guess it would make sense if everything was a little bit off.”

Yes, Blue, it is weird that there wasn’t much honey in there.

Blue’s sudden flare of anger caused Four’s jaw to stiffen.

Y’know what, Vio? How about you go get the honey next time? I can sit there and supervise you while you do it and after you’re done drowning in a river, I can go over and laugh at you.

It’s your fault for challenging Twilight like that; you knew he would win.

Hey, doesn’t that smell like dad’s cooking?

The four of them sharpened their focus to the warm smell that was coming from the pot, and each one of them hummed in agreement.

Yeah, you’re kinda right, Red.

I wonder what he’s up to, him being the head knight and all.

Oooo, you think he’s drinking hot chocolate right now? I bet that vendor in Castletown is already selling some!

Idiot, he’s probably working his ass off protecting the castle! He doesn’t have time for stupid stuff like that!

“I miss him.”

Every personality within Four inwardly gasped at Green’s sudden words, and none of them missed the confused side - glance Wild gave them.

The cook’s brows pinched together as he said, “ You missing someone?”

“I, uh -” Green, who was now forcibly shoved to the front to deal with their situation, racked his brain for a way to explain himself; but when none came, he eventually settled on a wistful sigh and said, “ Yeah, I just miss my dad.”

“Oh yeah? What’s he up to now?”

“Well, he’s the head knight in my Hyrule, so he’s probably off protecting Zelda and stuff like that.” A nostalgic smile crossed his lips. “ When I was a little kid, my dad always used to make me fresh - cooked eggs and honeyed fruit for breakfast, and just before he headed out, he would always tell me how much he loved me even when I was a little brat, and I would always give him the biggest hug back. It’s been awhile since I’ve last seen him, but I know he misses me a lot, and he’s eagerly waiting for the day I come back home.” He nonchalantly shrugged. “ I guess you’re cooking just reminded me of him.”

Green sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. What was he thinking telling Wild of all people about his family?! He knew the Hero of Wilds’s was very sensitive about the matter, and for Green to just go on and practically brag about how his family was still alive and well? What an idiot!

But to Four’s pleasant surprise, the cook simply answered back with a longing smile. “ I got a few people I’ve been missing, too: my Zelda, Impa, Sidon - I know they’re all their wits end trying to figure out where the hell I went, so hopefully we’ll be able to stop by my Hyrule soon and I could explain to them what’s going on.” He propped a cheek on one of his hands and wondered aloud, “ I wonder if we could visit Sidon first. It’s been a while since I’ve last seen him and I did promise him that we’d go swimming at Palmorae Beach soon.”

Green smiled. At least they all had someone to go home to.

The full moon casted a beautiful light across their camp tonight, and the peaceful and quiet atmosphere seemed to compel the heroes into talking about their adventures again.

“Okay, but did you really fight the moon?”

“Perhaps, but that’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

“Jeeze, Old Man, you’re such a tease.”

The camp seemed alight with cheer and good banter, but one of the Links was quiet, plate in hand and eyes glued onto his shadow.

Warriors. Sleep. Snore.

Vio’s eyes lit up with mundane amusement. He had figured out what his shadow was trying to say: Warriors was caught snoring one night, and to be honest, it was pretty hilarious to watch in Shadow’s opinion.

Out of the four personalities that resided in Four’s body, Vio had become the best at deciphering what Shadow was trying to say, and that was pretty impressive considering the latter had to use some modified form of sign language so the four of them could actually see the signs he was trying to make. Having your shadow hold a hand in front of its own body did make it impossible to pull any kind of meaning from it, after all.

“Your shadow: it’s facing the wrong direction.”

Red, Blue, and Green all startled at the Hero of Time’s sudden observation, but Vio was good at keeping up appearances in tense situations. With a flash of disinterested violet eyes, he glanced to Time and explained in a hush voice, “ It’s a side effect of the Four Sword; the magic held by it seemed to change everything about us.”

The leader of the group regarded him for a few more tense seconds before tiredly sighing, “ Ah, the things you poor boys went through. If I could’ve prevented any of your adventures from ever happening, I would.” And with that being said, Time turned back to the rest of the Links, an amused smile on his lips as he watched their antics.

Hylia, Vio, you just saved all of our asses.

Yeah, did you see that scary look Time was giving us?! I almost couldn’t breathe for a second!

Do you think he’ll just let us live this down? Like do you think he’ll ever bring this up again?

Thank you. Vio.

Vio smiled at Shadow’s gratitude. He had saved all of his counterparts from a terrible interrogation and from a chance of being casted away from the group just because he was technically some derivative of a Dark Link.

A sigh blew through his nose.

Sure, Shadow may have been an enemy hellbent on killing every single one of Four’s personalities before but he had changed, coming to the realisation that Vaati’s wish to plunge all of Hyrule into darkness was beyond cruel, and he had taken to sacrificing himself all for the sake of making sure that Red, Blue, Green, and Vio were able to save the kingdom in time. Shadow was on their side - every one of Four’s counterparts were sure of it - but the rest of the Links wouldn’t understand.

But things change, just like the leaves in fall, and just like Four’s personalities.

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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100 Buffy Prompts

I had a lot of fun compiling this list. I was cracking up more than once and now I want to binge Buffy. If there is a show you want let me know because these seriously help me shut of my brain during this covid hell.

1 “NAME, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.” – Buffy Summers

2 “I just want to be alone and quite in a room with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don’t even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one.” – Buffy Summers

3 "They were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel. I guess they were a train.” – Buffy Summers

4 “I don’t know what’s coming next. But I do know it’s gonna be just like this – hard, painful. But in the end, it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the one’s left standing.” – Buffy Summers

5 “I don’t handle rejection well. Funny, considering all the practice I’ve had, huh?” – Xander Harris

6 "Just because you’re better than us doesn’t mean you can be all superior.” – Xander Harris

7 “I’m leaning towards blind panic myself.” – Rupert Giles

8 “Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you’ll just have to pick it up yourself.” – Rupert Giles

9 "With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain." – Spike

10 "Oh, I don't know. Looking in the mirror every day and seeing nothing there...it's an overrated pleasure.” – Angel

11 "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?" – Angel

12 "Anyway, for real now, I'm gonna ask you something, and you gotta promise you'll be honest and not spare my feelings just 'cause I could kill you. You promise?" Faith

13 "You gotta give me something to do. There's no way I'm sleeping. Don't you need anyone dead? Or maimed? I can settle for maimed.” – Faith

14 "You know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me.”- Glorificus

15 “I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m — or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.” — Buffy Summers

16 “Seize the moment, ’cause tomorrow you might be dead.” — Buffy Summers

17 “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.” — Buffy Summers

18 “No weapons. No friends. No hope. Take all that away and what’s left?” “Me.” — Angelus & Buffy Summers

19 “Don’t you have an elsewhere to be?” – Cordelia Chase

20 “God! What is your childhood trauma?!” – Cordelia Chase

21 “Gee, can you vague that up for me?” – Buffy Summers

22 “I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.” – Xander Harris

23 “I don’t know what your problem is, what your issues are. But as of this moment I officially don’t care.” – Xander Harris

24 “You’re really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren’t you?” – Cordelia Chase

25 “I mock you with my monkey pants!” – Oz

26 “Funny how preparing looks an awful lot like sitting on your ass.” – Spike

27 “That’s fairly freaksome.” – Oz

28 “Do you have any tact at all?” – Giles

29 “I’ve known you for two minutes and I can’t stand you.” – Spike

30 “Great. Now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.” – Cordelia Chase

31 “You didn’t happen to take a lot of drugs, did you?” – Willow

32 “I’ve seen honest faces…they usually come attached to liars.” – Willow

33 “Can I be blind, too?” – Xander

34 “Gee, I hope I’m not interrupting anything really depressing.” – Riley

35 “And you just accepted that? I only said that because I thought that’s what you wanted to hear.” – Anya

36 “This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.” – Spike

37 “We’ve got to face it, we’ve changed. Well, not you—you’re still sadistic and self-centered.” – Giles

38 “Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is ask for help when you need it.” – Giles

39 “Did everybody have their Crazy Flakes today?” – Xander

40 “Do you love me?” “What?” “Do you?” “I love you. I don't know if I trust you.” “Maybe you shouldn't do either.” “Maybe I'm the one who should decide!” — Angel & Buffy

41 “Six a.m.!" NAME cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!” — Xander

42 “Bored now.” — Vampire Willow

43 “We’ll go be heroes.” — Spike

44 “You have a plan?” “I am the plan.” — Giles & Buffy

45 "Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." — Buffy

46 "I make it through this and the next thing and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready." — Buffy

47 "You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. NAME, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live, for me." — Buffy

48 "Make your choices. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

49 “Weird love’s better than no love.” — Buffy

50 “The who having wha with huh?” — Buffy

51 “Whatever you choose, you’ve got my support. Just think of me as… as your… You know, I’m searching for supportive things and I’m coming up all bras. So, something slightly more manly, think of me as that.” – Xander

52 "A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful." Angel

53 "To forgive is an act of compassion, NAME. It's-it's... it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it." — Giles

54 "In the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may appear to have changed." — Giles

55 "I don't have time for vendettas. The mission is what matters." — Buffy

56 "I don't want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you." — Buffy

57 "Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

58 "Recognizing power in another does not diminish your own." — Joss Whedon

59 “Out. For. A. Walk… Bitch.” — Spike

60 “You can’t see the stars, love. That’s the ceiling. Also, it’s day.” — Spike

61 “Is everyone here very stoned?” — Spike

62 “I feel safe with you.” [Chokes] “TAKE THAT BACK!” — Dawn & Spike

63 “I love you.” “Oh, my god.” “Hey, no. Look at me. I... love you. You're all I bloody think about... dream about. You're in my gut... my throat... I'm drowning in you, NAME. I'm drowning in you.” — Spike & Buffy

64 “Just... give me something. A crumb, the barest smidgen. Tell me maybe, someday there's a chance” “NAME ... the only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.” “Oh, wha-“ [screams, then shouts] “What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody men/women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?” “Which question do you want me to answer first?” — Spike & Buffy

65 “You can't deny it. There's something between us.” “Loathing. Disgust.” — Spike & Buffy

66 “Could do without the laugh track, NAME.” “But it's so funny. I knew... before you did. I knew you loved the NAME. The pixies in my head whispered it to me.” — Spike & Drusilla

67 “Damn right I’m impure! I’m as impure as the driven yellow snow.” — Spike

68 “I love you.” “No, you don’t. But thanks for saying it.” — Spike & Buffy

69 “This with you, it’s wrong. I know it. I’m not a complete idiot.” — Spike

70 “You always hurt the ones you love, pet.” — Spike

71 "When I say ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are." — Buffy

72 "I’m just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain." — Buffy

73 "I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love." — Buffy

74 "Weird love's better than no love." — Buffy

75 “People don’t fall in love with what’s right in front of them. People want the dream — what they can’t have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.” — Buffy

76 "Trust is for old marrieds, NAME. Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes." “Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last." — Spike & Buffy

77 "This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you...you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after" — Angel

78 "I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop" — Angel

79 "If I may suggest, ‘This time it's personal.’ I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic." —Oz

80 "Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to make your friend NAME jealous, or even the score, or something. And...that's on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I'm kissing you, you're kissing me. It's okay, I can wait." — Oz

81 "NAME’s our friend...except I don't like him/her.” — Xander

82 "What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time! Sex ... Help! Four times five is thirty ... five times six is thirty-two ... Naked girls. Naked women ... Naked NAME ... Oh, stop me!" — Xander

83 "Man, NAME! My whole life just flashed before my eyes. I gotta' get me a life!" — Xander

84 “NAME. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you?” “As defending champion, you nervous?” — Cordelia & Buffy

85 "Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass." — Cordelia

86 “Oh please. Like shame is something to be proud of.” — Cordelia

87 “I’m going to give you some advice: get over it.” — Cordelia

88 “Oh, and you’re welcome.” — Cordelia

89 “I’m not a sniveling little cry-NAME. I’m the nastiest guy/girl in PLACE history. I take crap from no one.” — Cordelia

90 “I think it. I say it. It’s my way.” — Cordelia

91 "I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you - for crawling across your face in the middle of the night." — Willow

92 "I don't want danger. Big 'no’ to danger.” — Willow

93 "Let's get this straight. I don't understand it. I don't wanna' understand it. You have gross emotional problems. And things are not okay between us." — Willow

94 "NAME, I got so lost." "I found you. I will always find you." — Tara & Willow

95 "But you like him/her, and when you think about him/her, you get that good down-low tickle, right?" — Faith

96 "You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient." — Faith

97 "Just relax ... and take off your pants." — Faith

98 "I am, you know." “What?" “Yours." — Tara & Willow

99 "I don't have time for bondage fun." - Buffy

100 “It's fine, I don't need to be snuggled.” — Willow

#buffy prompts #buffy quotes #btvs #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #drabble prompts #buffy summers #angel #cordelia chase #rupert giles #xander harris #willow rosenberg #faith #spike #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell

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blizzardz · 4 years

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All of Eggman's lines from SA2 fandub that I wrote here from memory (yes I'll delete this later if you want me to)

"Did you see that hot jpeg footage that was just- *fires gun multiple times*

"Ho baby, I'm gonna blow the walls off of this place! Going uuuuuuuuuuuppppp-" *jumps downward and disappears*

"It's been 17 days. I'm still trying to get out of here."

"Please stop"

"OH MY GOD if you say please stop 1 more time, I'M GOING TO PISS MY OWN ASS GET OUTTA MY WAY"

*heavy breathing* "It seems the robots are becoming more sentient. They started to know my name."

"HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME??"

"3 YEARS. I'VE BEEN IN HERE FOR 3 YEARS." *high pitched* "GET OUT OF MY WAY EVERYONE MOVE GET OUT OF THE WAY I NEED TO GET THROUGH- LEVEL 5 NO-" *furious tapping* "LET ME OUT. HOOOO I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE."

*heavy breathing* "LEVEL 7. The luckiest number." What he says next I literally can't pick up sorry "The door opened! I can finally leave! Martha, I'm coming home, sweetie! I can't wait to see her beautiful face! Let me check our Twitter page on my holographics."

…

*quizzical hum* "I forgot my password account. Don't wanna log onto the NSFW one… Let me just… A-G-G" *buzz* "Ah, that didn't work. Shit… Now I have to log in with my…diamond? Well, anyway, it looks like a diamond. I see how it is."

"Alright, unlocking secret account, in 5...4...3...2-" *buzz* "I'M FUCKING PISSED OH IT DIDN'T UNLOCK oh it's okay though, cuz the secret is unlocking!"

"Oooh aaahh" *chuckles* "Who is this red stripe mohawk- why you got hot sauce on your head, cuz? What's wrong?"

"Well honey, your mascara's on fleak, we gotta get the fuck outta here though because uh the building's gonna explode."

"RED STRIPES, JET BOOTS?? OH MY GOD."

"Wow, I'm gonna have to use that to get into your social security acoouunnttt! Shadow the Hedgehog, please join me by my side and we shall uh rule the Earth together hooahh!"

"You can stand by me, Dr. Eggman, even though my body used to be a regular shape!"

"WHAT?! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY WIFE!!"

"SHADOW! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! SHADOW! … WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"You didn't think I had legs did ya? I'm like Gru except I'm the one before Gru I'm… Eggru. Oh, gottem."

"Now, to try to log on to my Twitter account once more… Let's see if this computer works…" *heavy sigh* "E-G-G"

"Welcome to Twitter.com"

*small gasp* "Martha, what have you been doing about?" … "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHADOW'S DICK?!?"

"WHAT IN THE SAM HELL IS THIS?"

"That's right, Sonic! I'm takin- oh wait Sonic isn't here- Knuckles I'm taking your emeralds!"

*in a voice I really can't describe* "No fuck you I'm taking it away you thot-ass"

"OH. MY EMERALDS. OH. AGHH."

"I'M GONNA KILL THESE SONS 'O BITCHES AGHHH-"

"all around me are familiar eggmans...worn out eggmans, worn out eggmans… right in front- I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN OOH MY GOD I'M SO SICK OH NO NOT AGAIN-"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK MY WIFE!"

"I'm going to kill you. … And then kill you again."

"You son of a bitch. I'm gonna log onto your Twitter and I'm gonna tell everyone what you said."

*evilly laughs* "you fool… I have 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS!! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW MY MAIN!"

"I told you I have alternatives!"

"How do you think I feel being cucked by a hedgehog?!?"

"AND SHE HAD A DIAMOND IN HER VAGINA?!?!"

"Alright, since team FurAffinity fucked my wife, I'm gonna have to have you both be a part of my team why is the camera zooming in-"

"Listen, we're going to explore the island, you're going to find Sonic, he has all of the weed that you need, that goncha, the mary jane, mary jaminge, all in his pockets. He is your local drug dealer, and I'm going to blow up the island. Now go look for Sonic and hurry up. You fucking… cuckhogs."

"Oh, Am-Amy, what are you doing here? Get outta here you thot-ass bitches, you still owe me 100 dollars! Anyway, we need to go."

"Yeah you're gonna jump bitch, walk the plank ye getta out yar har ye-"

"What the actual shit where did Amy go?!? She was right in front of me!"

"AGGGHHH MY BONES agh I knew I shoulda-" *rapid coughing* "Why are you doing this??"

"OH MY GOD That's it, I'm calling the police! 9-1-1. I-"

"I am the police!"

"HOUGHJDJSJDBSN"

*sigh* "I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot. I'll be back."

*radio* "Shadow, have you found that god damn blue marble motherfucking son of a bitch?!"

"It seems you two bitches come to a stand-still in Tarzan's forest. You have 13 seconds before the island fucking explodes, you hot topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch. You have done nothing but destroy my life I hope you both die."

"You have 1 minute and 25 seconds to get the fuck off of this god damn rock before I blow it up like Crockatoea blows up a fucking volcano. It's about to get mount Fiji in this bitch."

"What are you two fucking talking about??"

"WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT?? WHAT?!?!"

"I'VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT: SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS A BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER, HE PISSED ON MY FUCKING WIFE. THAT'S RIGHT, HE TOOK HIS HEDGEHOG FUCKING QUILLY DICK OUT, AND HE PISSED ON MY FUCKING WIFE. AND HE SAID HIS DICK WAS "THIS BIG" AND I SAID "THAT'S DISGUSTING" SO I'M MAKING A CALLOUT POST ON MY TWITTER.COM: SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG, YOU GOT A SMALL DICK. IT'S THE SIZE OF THIS WALNUT EXCEPT WAY SMALLER. AND GUESS WHAT? HERE'S WHAT MY DONG LOOKS LIKE! *explosion noise* THAT'S RIGHT BABY! ALL POINTS, NO QUILLS, NO PILLOWS, LOOK AT THAT IT LOOKS LIKE TWO BALLS AND A BONG! HE FUCKED MY WIFE SO GUESS WHAT? I'M GONNA FUCK THE EARTH! THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET! MY SUPER LASER PISS! EXCEPT I'M NOT GONNA PISS ON THE EARTH, I'M GONNA GO HIGHER! I'M PISSING ON THE MOOOON!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, OBAMA?!? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT!! YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE THE PISS DRRROPLETS HIT THE FUCKING EARTH! NOW GET OUTTA MY FUCKING SIGHT, BEFORE I PISS ON YOU TOO!"

"hhughh… oh god… what the fuck happened last night?"

"What are you talking about, I didn't piss on the moon."

"I did nothing such- I- I woke up and-"

"Obama is a song figure to the...America I would never say such a thing! No way! I'm gonna log onto my Twitter…"

"What the fuck? Why does Tails have the fucking weed? Why does he have the weed?! Why is my body in this thing?!? I'm like a puppet on a string! Eerraarererr- you see that? Look at that! I put the thing and I pull it out, and I errreehgghhh… pull it out again, and I look at you and I'm like uuerghhhh"

"Okay I'm logging onto Twitter I'm gonna see what's up okay everybody shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!"

"I'm taking over the universe! I'm taking over ya worlds! I'm taking the TV! I'm glitching it! They call me The Glitch, do you know why they call me the motherfuckin Glitch? Cuz I glitch the TVs out! I'm taking the world by storm, I'm gonna drop my newest album, Crackin Eggs!"

"Why is Sonic on the same line as the villain what-"

"Hey bitchessss didn't expect to see me huh?"

"Sonic I've had enough! You took my wife, you fucked my crops, I'm taking your life! …And the Chaos Emeralds!"

"WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON TWITTER.COM?!?!"

"Aoh no. Oh no, they put it all the way in the fucking islands! Now everyone's gonna know about my secret egg dick. Where you think you're going, cucker??"

"Listen to me motherfucker, I know about yours cuz I creaa- I mean- listen, we don't need to talk about my dick like that, listen, I just take pride in my egg-shaped dick okay? Now I'm gonna go leave because. My dick is actually the nose of this fucking machine. ...Please behave yourself."

"Bitch, you gonna go get in this car or I'm poppin between your eyes"

"OH GOD DAMN IT-"

"You can't be talking to Sonic anymore! You're not talking to Sonic!"

"Stop calling Sonic on our evil phone line!"

"Get the fuck out or I'm gonna shoot Amy in the fucking face! I swear to god, I'll do it, you bitch! GET OUT!"

"I will pop-"

"Put the piss stone down right now, you know what piss rocks does to your-"

"You thought you were gonna escape but I knew you were gonna fart in here so I had to put up a fucking seal!"

"Now I will control the universe, and everyone will be able to watch Splatoon 2 Let's Plays by Eggman! Now get in the fucking room!"

"I'm going to make sure that you watch my vine compilations and I'm gonna make you para-shoo little rodent!"

"MY FUNYUN RINGS I'm taking them back!!"

"Tails, listen to me, I know who your mother is!" *coughing*

"HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING ABOUT MY FUCKING DICK AGAIN?!? OH MY GOD, WHEN I SEE YOU, IT'S ON SIGHT. IT IS ON SIGHT."

"Finally, you know what? My nudes are up, my Twitter are logged on, and my boners are turned off. I'm gonna fuc- what the hell is going on? Who is this-" *heavy breathing* "D-Daddy? Daddy, is that you?"

"You don-did it now! I'm so sick, my father-"

"Sh-Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Everybody's fucked my wife!"

"No! I'm divorcing her ass, I'm throwin your ass in the garbage, I'm throwing all ya'll asses in the garbage, I'm taking your CDs and weed-"

"SHE FUCKING- HE- THEY FUCKED MY- THE ANIMALS FUCKED MY WIFE AND THEN EVERYBODY FUCKING LEFT BECAUSE THE FUCKING SHIP WAS GONNA BE DESTROYED SHE WAS ABLE TO ESCAPE BECAUSE I DESIGNED A ROBOT THAT WOULD BE ABLE TO PUNCH HER IN SUCH AN INTENSE WAY, THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO FINALLY FUCK HER! BUT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN! BECAUSE SHE DECIDED TO BECOME A FURRY FUCKER, AND FUCKED THE WHOLE SONIC THE HEDGEHOG AND SHADOW TEAM!! WHICH IT DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING MATTER CUZ IT WENT INTO A NEW ARK AND THEN SHE FUCKED THE WORLD. THE WORLD WAS HER NEXT TARGET BECAUSE HER JUSSY WAS NOT EVEN PLACED BY MOUTH SO SHE HAD TO HOE HERSELF OUT AND BE THE BIGGEST THRRRRROT! THAT YOU'VE EVER SEEN! THE WORLD IS GOING TO BE DESTROYED RIGHT NOW. I'M LOGGING OFF."

"I don't give a flying FUCK that bitch can fuck off and divorce her ass 3 hours ago."

"I'm so sick! My body is doing things, that thing! And you over there, shut up! And you? Take off my pants! You wanna see some… weird shit?"

"I AM- I MMMMMMMMRAREM TIRED OF BEING CALM ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME! I WANNA LIVE MY LIFE AND YOU! YOU. YOU. YOU. I'M SO SICK OF YOU."

"Ah, that piss-lovin son of a bitch, I'll miss 'im. Agh, Tails, hand me another drinkk."

"I think you need ta shut your mouth with your 3 tails. 9 tail fox lookin motherfucker! WOOOOOGH GOTTEM WOO!"

"guys, guys, guys, guys… I gotta tell you somthin"

"Bring me back a burritoooo"

"SONICCCC"

#long post #VERY LONG POST #literally all of his lines that I memorized in order #i think #i did my best #tagging my own post as fucking #favorites #because this took me a fucking day

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emzalot · 5 years

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What a Furry Ride

Chapter 10 Set in Episode 9

***I don’t speak Spanish so yes I used google translate...sorry hehe***

Stiles walks through the cafeteria and sits down next to Scott. He sets his tray down, dumping his bag onto the floor before glancing over at Dani. Dani decided to join them for lunch today due to the new Jackson situation. “Did you get her to give you the necklace?” Stiles asks.

“Not exactly” Scott shrugs.

“What happened?”

“She told me not to talk to her...at all.”

Stiles bites off a chunk of his roll, giving a slight nod. Dani sighs, poking her food around her plate. “So, she’s not giving you the neck-”

“She’s not giving me the necklace” Scott snaps, interrupting Stiles.

“Okay, did you find anything else out?” Stiles asks.

“Just that I know nothing about girls and that they’re totally psychotic.”

Dani looks up from her tray and slaps Scott upside the head. “What the-?!” Scott grabs the back of his head.

“Excuse you, I am not psychotic!” Dani snaps.

“I didn’t say you!”

“You said ‘girls’, I’m a girl you idiot!”

The siblings glare at each other for a moment before Stiles refocuses them. “Okay, I came up with a plan B in case anything like this happened.”

“What’s plan B?” Scott asks.

“Just steal the stupid thing.”

“That’ll work.” Dani chimes in.

Stiles gestures to her like it will enforce his idea. Scott sighs heavily. He didn’t want to have to do that, going through Allison’s things and all. She’s so upset with him already. He didn’t want to make it worse and lose the possibility of being friends with her. “Couldn’t we try at least getting to Harris?” Scott asks. “My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got.” Scott lets out another sigh. He’s already hating plan B.

Scott looks up and finds Jackson staring at him from several tables away. Scott straightens up and swallows hard. Dani notices her brother’s uneasiness. “Scott, what’s wrong?” she asks. “He’s watching us” Scott says. Dani and Stiles share a glance before looking around the cafeteria. Dani’s gaze lands on Jackson who is practically glaring holes into her little brother. A flare of protectiveness ignites in her belly and she tenses. “Act normal” Scott whispers. Stiles gives an awkward nod, focusing on his tray. Dani sighs and runs her hand across Scott’s back trying to calm him.

Jackson takes a bite of his apple. Scott cringes as the sound echoes in his ears. Jackson notices and frowns.

“Scott”

Scott’s eyes widen slightly.

“You can hear me?... You can, can’t you?”

Dani watches Scott slightly squirm in his seat. “What’s wrong?” she asks. “Jackson’s talking to me, he knows I can hear him” Scott says. Dani clenches her jaw while Stiles looks right at Jackson. “Look at me! Talk to me, act like normal- pretend like nothing’s happening” Scott says.

“What, are you trying to pretend not to hear me?...”

Stiles and Scott’s minds scramble as they try not to panic. “Where’d he go?” Dani asks. Scott looks over finding Jackson’s seat empty. “Where the hell is he?” Scott scans the room, trying to find him.

“Looking for me, McCall?”

“Scotty, just ignore him” Dani says.

“I can’t, he’s in my head!” Scott whispers.

“I’m right here…So what else can you do? Can you see better, are you stronger, more powerful?”

Dani and Stiles watch Scott very carefully as he grips his water bottle.

“I knew there was no way you just suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you’re actually a cheater. Aren’t you?”

Scott stares forward, glaring at nothing as Jackson’s words start to get under his skin.

“Can you even play lacrosse?”

“Yes” Scott growls to himself.

Dani and Stiles look at each other again. They can see how tense Scott has gotten so whatever Jackson is saying it’s starting to get to Scott.

“I bet my new co-captain is going to score a bunch of shots tonight, aren’t you?”

Scott becomes more visibly agitated and Dani glances down at Scott’s hand. His right hand, gripping the water bottle is shaking. Dani clenches her jaw. “I’ve had enough” she says, getting up. She’s sick and tired of Jackson tormenting her little brother. No one comes after her family. She doesn’t care that Jackson is friend, he’s crossed the line.

Dani walks around the cafeteria, finding Jackson leaning against the wall. She walks right up to him, getting his attention. “Dani! Happy Birthday!” He says, acting like nothing was going on. “Hallway, now” She says through gritted teeth. Once they’re in the hallway, Dani throws her bag on the floor. “¿Qué demonios estás haciendo?” (What the heck are you doing?) Dani shouts and shoves him. Jackson blinks at her. “¡Si lastimas a mi hermano, quemaré tu casa!” (If you hurt my brother, I will burn your house down!) she shouts. “¡Y también conseguiré tu estúpido auto!” (And I’ll get your stupid car too!) “English, Jesus Christ!” Jackson shouts back at her.

“What the hell are you even saying?” Jackson asks. Dani glares at him, her anger practically radiating off of her. “Leave Scott alone!” she shouts. Jackson stares at her, everything coming together in his head. Dani watches his expression fall and how it’s quickly replaced with surprise and anger. “You know?” he says, staring at her in disbelief. “You know?!” He repeats, raising his voice. “Of course I know, he’s my brother!” Jackson’s lip twitches up as his anger boils. “I knew you all were a bunch of freaks” Jackson says. Dani scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. “Freaks? What an original put down” she says. “I find out about you threatening and blackmailing my brother, how do you expect me to react? You’re my friend Jackson, so I’m trying to be-” Dani trails off watching Jackson stand there texting, completely ignoring her. “-What the hell are you doing?”

Jackson slips his phone into his back pocket and looks up just as Dani’s phone dings. Dani glares at him, pulling out her phone. She scoffs, seeing that the text is from Jackson. She’s so close to beating him over the head with her shoe. She unlocks her phone and reads the text.

‘It’s over. Friendship terminated. We’re done. Please return my sweatpants as soon as possible.’

Dani looks up from her phone, just staring at Jackson for a moment. “What?!” she says.

“Did you not read it?” Jackson asks.

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, obviously not thoroughly because it clearly says that we’re not friends anymore so I’m not sure why you’re confused.”

“Jackson, what the hell?”

“I’m cutting the dead weight out of my life to make room for some new changes your brother is going to help me with.”

“What?!”

“Alright, I’ll make this short so you can understand. Friends don’t keep secrets from each other Dani. Why you didn’t tell me about this, I have no idea, but I’m over it and I’m over you.”

Dani stares at him in disbelief. It was never his business. He had no right to know about Scott being a werewolf. Jackson’s completely obsessed with being the best. It’s almost like he’s trying to prove himself to someone who’s not even there. “I’m not cool with your brother, so I’m not cool with you” Jackson adds. He pulls a small bracelet out of his back pocket and holds it up so she can see it. It’s one of the friendship bracelets they made together in third grade. He pulls out his pocket knife and cuts the bracelet in half before handing what’s left it to Dani. “This should solidify the termination of our friendship” he says.

Dani stares down at the ruined bracelet, tears forming in her eyes as Jackson storms off without remorse. Dani slowly pulls her matching bracelet out of her pocket and lays it in her hand next to Jackson’s. It’s really over. 11 years down the drain. Her chest is unbelievably tight with rising emotions, the stress of the situation, and being overwhelmed by everything that’s happened in the past few days. Now this? Is she really being punished for something her brother never asked for? She pulls out her inhaler and inhales a puff, trying to calm down. Dani places the bracelets in her back pocket and picks up her backpack off the floor. She quietly makes her way into the bathroom. She can’t handle anymore input today. She’s reached her max.

~~🌻~~

After school lets out, Stiles rushes home. He dumps his book bag in the floor of his bedroom, happy to be away from the stressful morning, but he has work to do. He sits down at his desk and logs into his laptop. “Hey Stiles” he hears his dad call from down stairs. Stiles spins his chair around. “Yo da-Derek” Stiles freezes. Derek is standing just by his door in his room. Stiles gapes at him for a second trying to regroup. Derek raises his finger to his mouth, gesturing to be quiet and then points at the door. Stiles looks over seeing his dad approach and he launches out of the chair, scrambling for the door. He grabs the door pulling it mostly shut, standing in the doorway nervously. “What’d you say?” Noah asks. “What?- I said ‘Yo dad’” Stiles says as calmly as possible, shrugging off the response. “Listen, I got something I gotta take care of, but um… I’m gonna be there tonight, I mean, your first game.”

“My first game. Great, awesome uh… good” Stiles says. He was trying very hard to stay chilled out so his dad would leave as quickly as possible or even worse, step inside his room. Noah pauses for a moment, smiling at his son. “I’m very happy for you” he says. “And I’m really proud of you” he adds. “Thanks. Me too I’m happy and proud” Stiles says. The awkwardness is so thick in the air around him he just wants the moment to end. “Of myself” he adds.

“So they’re really gonna let you play right?”

“Yeah, dad I’m first line.”

“I’m very proud.”

“Me too.”

Noah moves in, pulling Stiles into a hug. “Hugy” Stiles mumbles, pulling away awkwardly. “Hugy hugy…” he trails off. Noah frowns at his son for moment. “See you there” he says, turning for the stairs. “Take it easy” Stiles says. Stiles drops his head back against the door letting out a sigh of relief, practically deflating against the door. He slips back into his room only for Derek to pin him against the door. “If you say one word-” “What, you mean like ‘hey dad, Derek Hale’s in my room, bring your gun’?” Stiles interrupts. Derek bites his tongue for a moment, letting go of Stiles. He doesn’t have the upper hand in this situation so he can’t exactly force him to submit.

“I mean, do you have a death wish?! My dad is the sheriff!” Stiles says. “You can’t stay here, man” he adds. Derek nods and backs away from Stiles. Stiles moves back over to his desk and studies him for a moment. “I’m guessing you’re here for a progress report” he ventures. “Scott didn’t get the necklace?” Derek asks. “No, he’s still working on it…but there’s something else we can try.” Derek steps forward, shrugging as if to ask, ‘What?’.

“The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there.”

Derek frowns. “So?” he says.

“So, it wasn’t Scott.”

“Can you find out who sent it?”

“No, not me…but I think I know somebody who can.”

Derek nods, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Okay now…out you go” Stiles says, waving his arm at the window.

“Where am I supposed to go, Stiles?” Derek asks.

“Oh, I don’t know, have you thought about hiding out with the only person who likes you?” Stiles suggests. Stiles stares at Derek, unable to read his expression. “Personally, I think it’ll make for a fantastic birthday surprise.” Stiles flashes Derek a shit-eating grin and Derek rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, she never locks her window. Now would you please go?” Stiles says, waving his arm at the window again.

~~🌻~~

Dani swung by Taco Bell after school and hit the Dollar Cravings Menu for some grade A stress eating. She bought two twelve packs of Cinnabon Delight’s and a large Dr. Pepper. She’s spent the last five minutes just driving. Dani’s been overemotional for a good portion of the afternoon and she has no idea what to do with herself. She just knows that she doesn’t want to go home. She wants somewhere safe to go. That’s not home, or school, or the diner, or Derek’s, or Stiles’s. That leaves only one option left. Dani quickly turns around and heads toward the only safe place she has left.

Dani pulls into the driveway of the Argent’s house and parks Chloe. She takes off her seat belt and inhales deeply. She lets out the breath in a heavy sigh, her emotions starting to get the better of her. Dani grabs her Taco Bell bag and drink before getting out of her car. Her chest feels so tight it almost hurt. She walks across the driveway to Mr. Argent’s SUV, knowing it’s unlocked, and climbs into the backseat. Her last safe place.

Chris is in the kitchen washing the dishes that had been left in the sink from breakfast. He rinses off the last pan and bends over, setting it in the dishwasher. He dries his hands off with a paper towel before quietly making his way over to his study, at the front of the house. He sits down at his desk and opens his laptop. He glances out the window for a moment and frowns when he sees Dani’s car. Allison isn’t home right now, and he didn’t hear Dani come inside earlier. Where is she? Oh.

Chris steps out on the front porch, closing the door behind him. He glances over at Dani’s car as he walks down the steps, moving towards his SUV. He reaches the car and opens the door. His frown melts off his face in an instant at the sight. There’s Dani, stuffing a Cinnabon Delight in her mouth, eyes full of tears, her messy hair sloppily tied back in a slouching bun, her cheeks stained from trails of tears, sniffling. She looks up from her bag and gives him the tiniest smile before going back to chewing. Chris sighs, climbing into the backseat and pulls the door shut. He watches her quietly, eyes full of concern. She’s a wreck. He wants to reach for her, to hold her, but he doesn’t want to push her. The car is quiet for a while, except for the occasional sniffle or slurp of Dr. Pepper.

“Hey” Chris starts. “Hi” Dani says in a small voice, not looking up from her bag of delights. Chris turns his body so he’s facing her. He reaches over, touching her thigh. “Dani” he says softly, trying to draw her out. Dani shifts her attention from the bag to Chris’s face. Her eyes are glassy, full of tears and she sniffles again. “I didn’t want to go home” she says. Chris nods, studying her. “What’s wrong?” he asks, gently. Dani tosses her hands up, giving a distraught sigh. “So many things” she whimpers. Chris sits quietly, watching her face, and waiting.

“What happened?” Chris asks after a moment. Dani remains silent, eating another Cinnabon Delight. “Dani, do you trust me?” he asks. Dani nods. “Then talk to me” he says. “I don’t-” Her voice breaks and she trails off, shaking her head. “You can’t eat an elephant in one bite, so how do you eat an elephant?” Chris asks. Dani shrugs, taking a sip of her Dr. Pepper. “One bite at a time” he says. He taps her knee, getting her attention again. “Start slow, tell me little by little.”

“No,” Dani whimpers. Chris frowns, watching her take in a shaky breath and pulling her sleeves over her hands. “Because then I’ll start crying” she says. She brings her sleeve-covered hands to her face, pressing the soft cotton fabric to her face to dry the tears that were already threatening to fall. “Crying isn’t something to be ashamed of,” Chris says. “Well, that’s how I feel about it,” Dani says letting out a sigh. “Dani…I want to help, but I need you to tell me what’s going on- to tell me what you’re feeling so I can try.”

Dani lifts her head, meeting his gaze again. The pain in her expression only makes Chris’s concern grow. He’s never seen Dani like this. He’s sure not many people have. Dani takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes again. “Do you know what…a friendship breakup is?” Dani asks. Chris nods slowly. “Yes, I do” he says. “Yeah…Jackson walked out on me today” Dani says quietly. “My oldest friend.” Chris lowers his head slightly. He knows how it feels to lose someone you’ve been close with for a long time. He’s lost more than a few with his line of work. Just because it happens often doesn’t mean it makes it any easier.

“I won’t beg him to stay. If he wants to leave, fine.” Dani says. “It’s fine…” Chris looks over at her again. “It’s okay to be angry, Dani” he says. Dani shakes her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. She sighs, looking away. “It’s a waste of time” she says softly. They sit in silence again, Dani eating another delight. Chris thinks on her words, rolling them over in his head before coming to a small conclusion. “Dani” he says, getting her attention. “Do you think a part of why you are so upset is because of your father?” He asks. Dani’s jaw clenches and Chris notices. “Something happened with Jackson that you don’t totally understand and now he’s leaving you” he adds. “I see the parallel” Dani says quietly.

The last time Dani crawled into his backseat she told him about what happened with her father and how he left. That was a long afternoon. She told Derek a piece of the puzzle about a few weeks ago when they were resolving a fight after he’d been shot. Chris is the only one who’s heard most of the story. She didn’t tell him everything, I mean, how could she? She’s been trying to void those memories her whole life. “Are you okay?” Chris asks, pulling her from her thoughts. “No” she says. Chris nods. “Well, before you go anywhere else in that head of yours, I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I promise you that. I will always be here for you and you can always count on me to leave my car unlocked for you to hide in” he says. Dani gives a short laugh, a smile replacing her pained expression. “There it is…” Chris says softly, brushing his index finger against her cheek.

Chris watches her for a moment. “You done talking, huh?” he says. “Yeah” Dani answers. Chris nods and leaves it at that. He reaches over, pulling her across the seat and into his arms. Dani sighs and nuzzles into his chest, feeling his warmth seep into her. “Thanks Mr. Chris” Dani says softly. “You’re welcome, sweetheart” he says, kissing the top of her head. They sit in a comfortable silence, Chris rubbing her back and Dani’s head tucked under his. “I’m sorry about your birthday” he says softly, breaking the silence. “Me too...” Dani whispers. “You’ve got some unpacking to do on this one, kid” He says. Dani sniffles, “Yeah I know.”

#WAFR #what a furry ride #Daniella McCall #derek hale x daniella mccall #derek x daniella #dani mccall #derek hale #derek hale imagine #Scott McCall #scott mccall imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles imagine #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine

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ohwowreallycool · 5 years

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Happy Haunting, Darling

This is a prompt from @barnesrogersvstheworld ‘s writing challenge: Are You Afraid of the Dark. I was so excited to write this, and am ready for y’all’s feedback.

Prompt #15: The spooky feeling of looking into a mirror in the dark.

Today was Halloween and even though he had no clue what it was about, you were going to make sure he enjoyed it to it’s fullest. So far this October, you had kept the decorations pretty chill. Actually they were pretty much non-existent in the small apartment that you and he shared. You have placed a few black and silver candles out, a wreath on the door adorned with a few plastic spiders, and few small pumpkins strewn about the house.

But this morning you woke up and realized that this was ridiculous, you loved Halloween. Why were you avoiding it just because you thought it might make him uncomfortable. He was here now, on Earth, and he was going to have to become accustom to our holidays!

Sure, Loki was going to be suppa confused... but you really don’t care. You were going to finish decorating, bake some spooky bat cookies, and he’d just have to deal with it.

After a quick shopping trip, you came back with literally half the store. You decided to start the cookies first, so that once Loki got home he would be greeted with he sweet smell of pumpkin spice baked goods! After those were popped in the oven, you unpacked your Halloween decorations. You hung giant, black, fuzzy spider webs through the hall. Attached big furry spiders with glowing read eyes to the webs. You had bought orange and purple lights to hang throughout out the apartment. And life size skeletons hung from the ceiling in the corners - just spinning away. You had even bought a fog machine and tucked it behind the basket of blankets in the living room.

You were just finishing hanging up the last of the little plastic pumpkins on the ceiling when you noticed the smell of your cookies. You ran to the kitchen, “please don’t be burnt, please don’t be burn-,” you opened the oven door, “oh that’s awesome!” They were just perfect, slightly golden but still soft. As you began transferring the cookies to your cooling rack, you heard the door click open. After a quick glance at the clock, you knew it was Loki...what was he going to say?

“Hey babe!” You poked you head around the kitchen door to see a very confused Loki take a step into the room and close the door behind him.

He looked at his feet, fog wrapping around his shoes. He looked at the walls, adorned with your huge spider families. Floating at his head, he noticed the little plastic pumpkins. Then, finally, he met your eyes at the end of the apartment. You were immediately filled with anxiousness.

“Babe?” you asked. Setting the last of the cookies down and beginning your way to the front door.

“What have you done to the house?” Loki asked, kicking the fig away from his shoes.

“I’ve decorated!” You met his face with smile. You suddenly became quite proud of what you had accomplished in such a short amount of time. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” he said looking around cautiously, “what are all the decorations for?”

Laughing under your breath, “they’re for Halloween” his face drew a blank expression. “I made cookies...” You said turning on your heel to walk back to the kitchen, “then I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about this amazing holiday!”

He ducked through the kitchen door frame, under some stretched webs, just in time to stop a plate of hot cookies from sliding off the counter as you slid them toward him. “Nice catch,” you laughed. You propped your hand on your hip waiting for him to choose a cookie - a giant smile plastered on your face.

“What?”

“Nothing, just have one! Like my new plate?” you asked. You had chosen a very special Halloween plate with life-like hands rounding it’s edge, blood dripping from the finger nails.

“Yes, it’s ... festive”

Just as his hand dropped to the cookie of his choice, the hand on the plate bent down to grab his wrist! Loki screamed, completely shocked, and jumped away from the plate, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLATE!?!?!” he yelled as you doubled over in laughter.

“Happy haunting, dear!” you warned before walking out of the kitchen, a warm cookie in hand. As he followed you, you explained how to prank people, why we would play tricks, and all the magic of Halloween.

“I think I’ll like this holiday!” his eyes lighting up.

“why?” you creeked out, suddenly confused.

“I’m the God of Mischief, darling; and in this holiday, all is fair.” with an deliciously evil smirk painted on his face.

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The rest of the night you creeped about the house, trying to figure out what he had planned before he could get you. How could have forgotten this? My heavens, you picked a Halloween trick fight with the God of Freaking Mischief!

All night had gone by, and you two were turning in for bed, “maybe I’ll have to trick you tomorrow” he laughed as you took his place in the bathroom. Playfully shoving his shoulder, you pushed past him and shut the door. Great, now all of tomorrow I’m gonna be on edge.

As you brushed your teeth, you noticed on of the bulbs flickering in the light above the mirror. After your final spit, you grabbed your hair brush to tap the bulb and see if it was simply loose. As you got closer to the bulb, there was a bright flash and the room went black.

“oh, common...” as you felt around for the light switch.

“sgchreehchhchch” Something sounded like growling and pain all at the same time...

“Loki?” you cried out, hoping desperately he’d stop - if this was him.

You looked around in the pitch black bathroom, finding nothing but blackness any farther than your hand could reach.

tap tap tap

You turn your head to meet the noise...it was coming from the mirror. As you approached the mirror, you fully expected Loki to bust through the door and grab you. But as you neared, nothing happened.

tap tap tap

Looking for that spooky feeling you get when you look into a mirror in the middle of the darkness - where you know there’s a reflection but just can’t see it. Except this time there was.

You could see your own face clear as day in the reflection of the mirror. You were glowing, as if there was a light inside you bursting through your skin. As you inched closer to the mirror your hand ventured towards the reflection - you looked flawless, hair perfect, a gentle smile upon your face. Far from the actual expression riddling your feature. Before you touched the glass in disbelief, the reflection blinked causing you to pause.

A large smile spread across her face, as you pulled your hand back. A whispering laugh echoed in the room as blood began to run down the reflection’s nose, dripping from her eye. Falling backwards, you began to scream - the reflection knocking on the glass as cracks began to form.

With one final, hysterical scream the lights came back on and the laughing stopped as you laid in the floor - heart racing.

The door swung open, too casually for your liking, “what’s wrong, I heard some screaming?” Loki asked, holding on to the door.

“The mirror..” a large breath, “my face” as you tried to stand “eyes were bleeding” stumbling to your feet.

As you mumbled on, Loki began to laugh. In the quietest of voices he said, “Happy haunting, my darling.” and closed the door behind him - laughing himself to bed.

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shera-dnd · 5 years

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Cry Thunder

A bit late, but it is finally here. The great conclusion to Sidequest: Maelstrom

And once again I’m giving it a name that doesn’t make all that much sense, but sounds cool. Hope you all enjoy it.

As usual normal text means it happens in game and italicized text means it happens at the table

Travelling to Anauroch, The Great Sand Sea, had taken days of constant flight. It was still nothing compared to the months of walking, riding and flying that had taken them all over the north, but now their journey was finally nearing its end and with any luck so would the giant’s attack on the small folk. Glimmer knew things were hardly ever that simple, but she dared to hope.

Now that the lair of their enemy was so close she held onto the gifts of Serissa. An enchanted dragon slaying short sword and a Claw bearing the Wyrm rune. She knew those gifts would be the key to their victory and to impressing Hekaton, maybe even enough that he would allow her to spend time with Serissa.

“Can you stop thinking about fucking a giant? Just for like ten seconds” Catra complained. “I really don’t want to die here, because you couldn’t focus on the fight”

“I’m thinking about the romantic date we will have later and needing to see that is exactly what will keep me alive through this fight” Glimmer responded.

The GM sighed and shook their head “Regardless of what Glimmer is or isn't’ thinking about, the giants give each of you a potion of Giant Size. It lasts for 24 hours and allows you to fight” they cleared their throat and spoke in their giant voice “Like true storm giants.”

“I need no such potion to do so, Hekaton” Adora boasted “But if it means I can prove my superiority once again, I shall gladly drink it” And like that she chugged the contents of the bottle. Slowly growing to the size of her fellow storm giants, she now stared her king down face to face.

Entrapta did the same and so did Perfuma, but all others decided to wait until they had found their target. It wouldn’t do for them to become such massive targets before the battle even started.

Their worries were soon proven right as several boulders began raining from the sky as soon as the lair came into view. The ruins of an old amphitheater had been outfitted with several trebuchets that now targeted their giant companions.

“You fools are simply ridiculous” Catra mocked “Go kill whatever is shooting at you and save us the trouble of carrying your oversized corpses” With a quick wave of her hand she weaved a powerful spell, bending the space around her giant companions, yanking them through reality and placing each next to one of the trebuchets “That should take care of that.”

The giants made short work of whatever was attacking them and now surrounded a colossal a massive sinkhole - clearly the entrance to the dragon’s real lair - preparing to delve into its dark depths. Adora had no time for such silly rituals.

“IYMRITH! SHOW YOURSELF AND PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES! LET YOUR HEAD BE THE FINAL TRIBUTE TO PLACE MY NAME ATOP THE NEW ORDNING!” The giants did not seem to enjoy her last comment at all, but did nothing to stop her challenge.

Iymrith lost no time answering to the challenge, the evil dragon proving the weakness of her ego. With a loud roar she flew out of her lair and high up in the air. Adora joyfully laughed and promptly followed the beast. With a crack of thunder wings sprouted from her back and a halo of lighting formed around her head. She had quite literally flown into a fury.

None of them dared shoot as Adora and Iymrith entangled themselves mid air, for neither wished to harm one of their strongest warriors. Catra on the other hand held no such fears and knew her lover could more than handle anything they had to throw at her. Including the fireball she had prepared.

“As much as I appreciate your confidence in me, please don’t fireball us”

“Relax. You can tank that” Catra waved off “And besides, now your fight looks even more like a power metal album cover”

The GM got their attention again “Since you both missed the Saving Throw, it looks like you’ll both be plummeting down to your doom. Adora lands on the sand and takes quite a bit of damage, while Iymrith falls through the hole she emerged from. Everyone standing near the entrance rolls a Dexterity Save or the tremors make you fall down the hole too” They rolled a few dice of their own “Looks like Hekaton is the only one falling there. Too bad for the old king”

The battle that followed was bloody and brutal. Glimmer tore through the dragon’s defenses with the Wyrm Rune and nullified her magic; Bow, Catra and the giants pelted the monster with arrows, stones and spells; King Hekaton and Adora held the beast down so it would not escape; and Perfuma and Entrapta did their best to keep them all alive. Still the dragon proved to be a formidable foe and none of them left uscathed, even if Hekaton and Adora beared the brunt of the creature’s fury.

Though bloodied and battered King Hekaton seemed unfazed as he dragged himself out of the sinkhole. One of his bodyguard on the other hand “My king, we should return to Maelstrom immediately. Your wounds-”

“It would not do for my subjects to see me like this. Take my conch and return here with one of our healers. I’ll rest here and finish my business with our companions” He commanded and with a quick bow his bodyguards left. “Now, little ones, you have once again prove more capable than even the strongest of my kind. With that in mind I promise to do my best to build a future in which our people may finally work together and if there is any boon that you wish to ask of me it shall be granted”

Adora was the first to chime in “When the Ordning is restored I wish to hold my true place in it. As high as all other storm giants, so that my feats of power may one day place me above all of our kind”

“Isn’t that a little over dramatic, even for your character?” Catra asked

“Coming from Miss ‘save us the trouble of carrying your oversized corpses’. You sound like a cartoon villain” Adora responded

“Babe, I am a cartoon villain and that is why you love me so much”

“Well, while you two are busy being dramatic the rest of you notice the usual distortion of a Conch of Teleportation being used and a single storm giant returning. The giant unceremoniously shoves a giant sword through his king’s back. Ending his-”

“I use Aura of the Guardian to redirect the damage to me” Entrapta interrupted

Entrapta tumbled to the ground. Her body reducing to its usual proportions as both the potion’s magic and her life slipped away from her. Though there was no dent in her armor her body bled from a wound that was not hers. She had reached the end of her journey. Death would be her redemption.

“Trapta, I know death is the shortest road to redemption and you are playing an Oath of Redemption Paladin, but fuck that” Perfuma’s declaration was followed by gasps from the party “I’m not losing you to some stupid trope. You’re gonna be redeemed and live”

“I don’t think you have much to do” The GM commented “You have no more healing spells and it’s not like anyone ever has proficiency in medicine”

“No, but I still have Divine Intervention”

King Hekaton had been quick to kill the traitor, while the party gathered around Entrapta’s corpse. To most of them the truth had not settled in yet, but Perfuma actively struggled against it. She prayed to every god she could think of and called upon ever power she had, hoping that they would return Entrapta to her and when all her prayers failed and all that she had left were tears, she saw it. A deer with golden antlers walking through the desert. It approached them fearlessly and minded not the blood or the giants, it simply approached Entrapta and licked her wound.

Entrapta woke up with a giggle “Hello, friend, what are you doing so far away from home?” She asked, petting the furry creature “Hey, why is everyone so sad?” She was soon overwhelmed by the hugs and tears of her many friends, while the king just nodded in the distance. If they could even call their gods to their aid, then perhaps his won wouldn’t be so far behind. Perhaps there little folk really were the key to save his people, but those were thoughts for later, now they all could use some good rest.

#sidequest #maelstrom #catra #adora #catradora #glimmer #bow #perfuma #entrapta #pertrapta #dnd!au

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hailene · 4 years

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Perfect Imperfection (2)

Perfect Imperfection| part two

Characters: Jaemin x female lead, Chenle x female lead (the girl will go by the name of Aeri)

Genre: fluff, angst, writer!au, highschool!au

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: Aeri is the teenager who writes. Finding inspiration in anything surrounds her, her ideas go wild once she meets the perfect character, Na Jaemin. As a writer becomes obsessive with their favourite character, Aeri grows a weird passion for the bright boy. However, she's so focused on painting Jaemin as perfectly as possible, that she ignores the furry of fiery hair that takes her to night walks and shows her secret places around the town. Despite knowing everything, she forgets that playing with fire means getting burnt. And that sometimes, when we remember to stop, it's too late.

part one》part two》part three

I knock at the front door and wait patiently for somebody to open it. The small chance that Chenle has already read my notebook was bothering me deep down and all that I wanted was to have my stories back.

I hear footsteps approaching the door and a few seconds later, it opens.

"He-..."

And Jaemin looks at me surprised.

"...y." I whisper, still stunned by the sutuation. "And sorry for bothering you, I must've got the wrong address."

Lee Donghyuck, you little piece of shi-...

"Hey, Aeri!" He smiles. "Come in, you're not bothering me."

"It's really just a misunderstanding, I'll leave so-..."

"No, really, come in. Do I not deserve an explanation at least?" He asks on a serious tone but smiles warmly.

I sigh and follow him inside. His house was far from being something you’d call “too much”. It looked cosy and warm, spacious enough and it looked like it would smell like baked cookies on a Saturday evening. However, it was lacking something, it made me feel like I shouldn’t be here.

Well, of course, I really shouldn’t be here, but-...

"So what brings you in Nana land?" He asks, closing the door behind me.

I smile as I take my shoes off.

"Nana land?" I ask as he passes by me, heading towards the room in front of us which looked like a kitchen.

"My house, of course." He says, turning to look at me. "Would you like to drink something? I have water, coffee, tea-..."

"Water is fine." I nod, trying to make things as easy as possible for him.

But realising the only one who's having a hard time is me.

He brings me a glass of water, gesturing me to follow him into the room next to the kitchen, the living room. It was pretty decorated, neat and it really reminded me of Jaemin somehow.

"Story time!" He beams while sitting on the sofa, looking at me.

I give him a confused glance before realizing what he's talking about. I sit in an armchair across from him and clear my throat.

"So I bumped into one of my classmates today and we accidentally took each other's notebook... and I need mine so I wanted to pay him a visit. I asked my friend Donghyuck to send me his address... because he 's good at this stuff, but he, hopefully accidentally, sent me yours."

Jaemin chuckles. My hurts twirls.

"I haven't known Lee Donghyuck for too long but I don't think it was by accident." He smiles.

I sigh.

"You're right... I should've known that he's gonna prank me again." I say and Jaemin gives me a small smile.

"Again?"

"Yeah... we've been friends ever since we were in primary school... and he barely misses any chance to make me regret it." I say, shrugging.

"I wish I could be friends for somebody that long..." he sighs and I look at him confused.

But before I can say anything, my phone rings. I excuse myself and pull it out from the pocket of my jeans, only to see Jeno's name displayed on the screen.

"What is it, loser?" I ask after sliding the green button.

"Aeri, we kinda... uhm, something happened and we might kinda... need you to get us out... of the police station?"

"You might kinda need me to what?" I say incredulous.

"Please, pretty please!" I hear my bestfriend asking in despair. "I promise to explain all of this later, I-..."

"You better." I sigh. "I'm on my way."

I end the call and stand up, Jaemin following suit, looking at me confused.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asks me on a concerned tone.

"Just my friends going to jail, you know, the basic." I laugh my anger away. "I'm so so incredibly sorry, Jaemin, I promise to make up for this soon-..."

"Don't worry about this." He says putting on a jacket. "I'm not gonna let you walk alone at this hour anyway."

I look at him stunned as he makes his way to the entrance door.

"Let's go!" He says and for a second, I feel like his smile might shine brighter than the sun.

***

I find Jeno and Hyuck sitting at one of the desks in the police main office, looking at the policeman in front of them with puppy eyes. However, he was oblivious to their miserable gazes, as he was writing something that I assumed was a report.

"Lee Jen-..."

"Guys?"

I turn around and I find my classmate looking at us bewildered, his bright orange hair ruffled, strongly contrasting with his dark clothes. He looked like he had been running to get here and I can only imagine the reason why this weird combination of humans were here tonight at the police station.

I close my eyes and sigh.

"It's time for the explanation, boys." I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Are you the owner of the house?" The police officer asks, ignoring me.

"Which house-..."

"I am." Chenle says behind me and both me and Jaemin turn to him bewildered.

I frown and turn to my friends, rage taking over me.

"Okay what the hell did you do?" I ask.

"They broke into a house, but the security alarm went off and they were caught by one of our equipage." The police officer says while gathering the papers. He looked young, young enough to seem amused by the whole situation.

However, I was pretty much stupefied.

"You what?" I ask on a higher pitch than my usual voice.

"We really didn't mean any harm, we-..."

"Save whatever you have to say for the juries, this kid shall press charges against-..."

"I won't!" Chenle jumps near us. "I won't, this has all been a misunderstanding, we'll sort it out."

"Are you sure, kid?" The police officer asks Chenle incredulously and the boy nods his head firmly.

"Yes, there's really no need of any paper or such... we'll figure it out!" He says.

The police officer looks at him confused for a few seconds before sighing and waving his hand tiredly.

"Fine, I guess." He says, before turning to Jeno and Donghyuck. "You two are free to go now... try not to get in trouble from now on, though."

My friends nod their heads and thank the police officer while standing up. The man waves them off and returns to his papers. He looked too young to be imagined eating donuts like the cops in movies but I couldn’t get over at how funnily unbothered he seemed to be by the whole situation.

"Hey, kid, I need you to sign some papers." The man tells Chenle and he hurries to his desk.

***

"So what was all of that about?" I ask, anger taking over me.

"We felt bad for telling you the wrong address so we thought we could get your notebook-..."

"By breaking into Chenle's house?" I interrupt Jeno. "I can't believe you did that, guys, that's-..."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Hyuck says. "I really am, I didn't mean to go this far, I swear."

"I can imagine you didn't plan to end up at the police station."

I turn around as I suddenly hear footsteps behind me and my eyes meet Chenle's fiery hair. I step towards him, my heart beating fast, full of anxiety.

"Chenle, I'm so so incredibely sorry-..."

"There's nothing you should apologize for." He gives me a small smile before looking at Hyuck and Jeno. "I'm sure you guys had a good reason for breaking into my house."

He wasn't mad. He seemed actually amused. He looked like he knew this was only a misunderstanding, like he knew there was nothing he should be worrying about.

Donghyuck explained him the situation, with a rare serious expression on his face. Chenle was slightly nodding here and there, signaling that he was understanding the situation, slowly but surely lifting the weight from my heart.

"So that's why. We're so sorry, we-..."

"That's alright, don't worry." Chenle waved it off before turning towards me. "Would you like get your notebook tonight, or can it wait until tomorrow?"

I shift awkwardly.

"I would be really thankful if I could get it tonight." I say and he nods.

"Let's go then."

***

Jeno, Donghyuck and Jaemin have gone home, leaving Chenle and I alone and if it weren't for the events that had occured tonight, I swear I wouldn't and couldn't have felt as awkward as I feel right now. We walk in silence, Chenle probably sensing my nervousness and deciding not to say a word the whole time.

When we arrive in front of his house- an actual big ass villa, I must say- I decide to speak.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

He nods, tapping some sort of code on the entrance door. There was no secret that Zhong Chenle was one of the richest kids in town, but all the fanciness that he was living in still amazed me all the time, mostly because he almost never acted like a rich kid, or the way people think usual rich kids act like.

"Have you maybe... read my notebook or something?" I ask.

"I haven't." He says, opening the door for me. "Why would I?"

I shrug as he leaves the hall, probably going to get my notebook. Everything around me was bright and clean, warm lights shining and giving me a strong feeling of home, despite the fact that I have never ever stepped foot into this house.

"Here." He says, handing me the notebook and making me flinch as I wasn't aware of his return.

"Thanks." I say. "And I'm so sorry, once again, for everything."

Chenle waves it off.

"That's alright, really." He smiles. "Anyways I guess all of tonight's events might be a great source of inspiration for you, right?"

I look at him confused.

"Yeah, I... guess?" I say.

"Such a shame they didn't get to break in the house of your perfect character, that would've been way-..."

"YAH ZHONG CHENLE!" I suddenly speak- or better said scream. "You said you hadn't read it!"

He steps back defensively, but he looked rather amused than scared.

"I haven't. I just happened to have seen some lines." He smiles.

"Yah, you... you..." I stutter. "Yah Chenle..."

I sigh and he chuckles.

"You have to pretend you have never seen anything from between these covers, okay?" I say on a serious tone and he laughs. "I'm being serious, Chenle!"

"Okay, okay, fine." He smiles and I sigh once again.

"Promise me." I say and he raises his hands defensively.

"I promise." Chenle says. "Your lines are safe with me."

He gestures zipping his mouth and throwing the key away and I smile.

"But Na Jaemin is really lucky."

"Yaaah!" I cry and he laughs loudly, making a strong feeling of annoyance grow in my heart. And something more.

***

I was sitting on the bleachers with Renjun and Yeji, waiting for the try-outs to start. Jeno and Donghyuck were standing on the edge of the basketball court, throwing enthusiastic smiles here and there to the boys who wanted to get in the team. Jaemin was sitting on the ground patiently, making small talk with some other kids that unlike him, seemed teriffied. He was giving off warm vibes and self-confidence, the kind that makes somebody even more attractive than they already are. It was an orange Thursday sunset, the time of the day that was my personal favourite because it made me feel inspired. I was barely holding back from pulling out my notebook and sketching a few writing aesthetics on its pages.

We weren't the only ones who'd come to watch the try-outs, but maybe we were the most relevant ones, because the biggest part of the people sitting in the bleachers were fangirls of the basketball team, mostly Jeno’s, Jisung’s and Donghyuck's, as always. Jisung and I weren't that close, he was the kind of kid who was your friend's friend and who would probably help you if you ever needed him. But we didn't have any kind of common interests or anything of that kind, which was basically pretty weird for me. Ever since I started writing, I have tried to get closer to people of all kind, mostly because socializing and dealing with real events inspired me but kept me mentally steady as well. It's never been his case. He was nice, attractive even, probably too attractive for his own good and a great friend to Jeno. But that was it about it.

I guess some humans simply don't click. I've figured in time it's alright to be neutral regarding some people, it's alright to have a good impression about them but to choose to admire them from afar.

Yeji was communicating through gestures with Jeno and I was barely holding back my laughter at Jeno's terrible skills in this field. When I first met Yeji, I had this weirdly good feeling about her, as if she belonged in my story. And I realized why when I saw her sitting quietly on the edge of the basketball court on a Friday evening, watching my bestfriend as if he put the stars in the sky.

Comparing to my relationship with Jisung, Renjun and I are way closer. I could never find a specific reason for this, though, so I came up with the conclusion that some people will click with you and some won't, without any particular reason. Unlike any of my friends, Renjun doesn't hang out with me regularly. Weeks can go by without us seeing each other, but we're always coming back as if we have never been apart. He's the first person I would show my pieces of writing to, if I ever decided to show them to someone. I trust him a lot, because unlike kids our age, he is considerate and mature.

A mess of fiery hair distracts me from my thoughts and I don't have squint my eyes to realize it's none other than Zhong Chenle. Despite his simple appearance, a loose black t-shirt and basketball shorts, everybody was looking at him. It was no secret Zhong Chenle was rich and the number of people who wanted to befriend him just because of that wasn't little, but he didn't seem to care. He never did. His signature amused smile made its way up to his lips and I couldn't help but smile too. It was contagious, his brightness could literally light up the night, even though few took their time to realize this. We've grown up with this weird idea that rich people will always play behind you and know how to play with you. But the ones who have met Zhong Chenle know now better than to believe those stories. And I'm glad I'm one of those people too.

Chenle spots Jaemin and a his smile widens, his pace picking up in order to get faster next to the older boy. I watch them, without being able to hear their conversation, to my disappointment. I didn't know they were close or at least close enough to make Chenle run to Jaemin like that.

Wait...

What if Chenle tells him about my notes about him?

I feel my world suddenly stoping at the thought and my pulse accelerating.

But he promises not to.

Still.

I try to shake off this uneasy feeling, but to no avail.

Shortly after Chenle came, the try-outs began and each of the wanna-be members had to pass their test. No matter how many boys were trying to pass, none of them could come close to Jaemin, who went among the first ones and who visibly impressed everybody. Chenle went the last. However, as soon as his test started, Jaemin suddenly came on the second place. There was something about Chenle, about the way he was dribbling the ball, the way he was running on the court, as if he owned the place and he knew every square inch of it. There was some kind of crazy smile on his lips, weirdly scarry.

"Is he even real?" I hear Yeji whispering next to me and all I can do is stare in awe without saying a word.

An antagonist.

He'd be the perfect one.

I shiver and try to wave away my thoughts, simply focusing on the boy running in front of us, the ball in his hands looking like it was part of him.

By the end of the evening, the basketball team has gained 4 new members, Jaemin and Chenle being two of them.

We wait until the fangirls and fanboys leave so we can go and congratulate everybody. There was some sort of aura around the new basketball team, it felt right. Something about the way the sunset coloured their appearance in orange made them seem like the perfect fit. I couldn't tell exactly why though. It was just like that.

"Congratulations! All of you were amazing!" Yeji beams as we get near the boys.

Jeno looks at her with his signature smile on his lips and a glint that seemed to belong only to Yeji in his eyes. The new guys thank her, wide and genuine smiles plastered on their faces. I look at Jaemin and Chenle who were standing right next to Jeno and I can't help but smile at the overflowing excitement that their smiles give off. Pretty much like water and fire, they seemed harmonious together, but they were different. I wanted them to be different.

This can turn out so well.

By the time the sun completely sets, we decide we should go and celebrate, in the honour of the new basketball team. When we get ready to leave the court, the ghost of a deep worry makes me stay behind and wait for the fiery-haired boy.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" I ask and my voice comes out in an almost-whisper.

He looks at me surprised, but not confused.

"I didn't." He says, making me release a deep sigh of relief. "And I will never. Don't worry."

He gives me a small smile but if I hadn't been so distracted by his assurance, I would've probably noticed it wasn't a genuine one.

***

The sound of the raindrops hitting the windows was calming me down, alongside the hot chocolate in front of me. Summer has been forgotten in a short amount of time as the cold weather made us finally understand there was no going back and it was autumn now.

This is one of the few days when Renjun hangs out with us, making me feel more at peace with myself. After their basketball trainment, Jeno had this idea of hanging out together in our favourite coffee shop. Donghyuck was sick, but Yeji, Renjun and I came along instead. We were sitting like this on one side of the table, Jeno, Jaemin and Chenle sitting on the other. It wasn't the first time we hung out like this, but it was, maybe, the time I was going to remember the best out of all.

I was carefully typing out ideas in the notes of my phone, stealing glances at the hazelnut-haired boy from time to time. The first thing that I notted was his drink, a venti Iced Americano with 2.5 extra shots of espresso, drink that was probably darker than the depths of hell, but which, by the look on Jaemin's face, he adored. Yeji laughed at him, wondering how he's going to sleep at night after drinking that, but he shruged it off with a smile.

Despite the fact that his drink is insanely bitter, he's just so sweet.

I note other small details on my phone, trying not to be too obvious. The only people that knew about my intentions at that table were Chenle and I and he promised me he won't tell anybody so my secret was safe. However, I could feel his gaze on me as I was typing and I tried to ignore it. He wasn't that annoying after all.

There was something about Jaemin's aura that was bothering me though. He was just too bright. There wasn't any dark side of him, excluding the pitch black coffee that he was enjoying so much. And I was constantly thinking about how this boy can be so kind and sweet all the time.

He couldn't.

There had to be something about him that I hadn't found out yet, something that made him less perfect and more human. Because there is no such thing as angels on earth, even though he surely seemed to be one.

Yeji gets me out of my deep thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of my eyes, making me flinch awkwardly, Jeno and Jaemin chuckling slightly.

"Is Aeri not your name?" She asks. "Thought we were friends, still you haven't even told me your real name."

I smile and shake my head.

"We were talking about the writing contest," she explains "have you talked to mrs. Kang after all? Will you be judging?"

I nod.

"I have and yes, I will be one of the judges." I say smiling. "This is so awesome, I still can't believe she thought about this and proposed me to be part of the jury."

"You're really talented, no wonder why she did such thing." Renjun says in his calming tone and I smile, engulfing the half-filled mug with my hands.

"Yeah, we'd probably know that too if she ever let us read whatever she writes." Jeno rolls his eyes but smiles afterwards. "I still can't believe she trusts you more than she trusts me..."

"It's not about trust, for the 100th time, Jennie." I say annoyed and Yeji chuckles at Jeno's nickname.

"You always say that." His words are hurt, but he looks calm. I know he's just trying to make me feel guilty when deep down he understood long ago why I barely ever show a piece of my writing to him or to Hyuck or to anybody else excluding Renjun.

"When her books will be out for the world, you'll see it all, don't worry." Jaemin says, patting Jeno's back and making me chuckle.

We've had a few encounters by now and he's come to know how passionate I was about writing. He didn't push it though and that was just another reason for me to like him.

"I don't know." I shake my head smiling. "We'll see about that."

"Aeri, I would seriously kill to figure out what goes on in your head sometimes." Yeji jokes and I smile, but I feel myself faking it.

"You don't wanna know." I whisper.

"I do." She says and I look at her for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"She would never let you know, though." Renjun smiles.

"Actually," Chenle says, looking at his cappuccino as if he could foreses the future in the creamy liquid. "we usually let the others know a lot of things about us.”

He smiles. Killer.

“It's just the others that don't pay enough attention to figure it out." he continues.

I look at him, breath hitching in my throat but he seems unphased. He has just said that basically, I'm an open book for the ones who know how to read.

Fear creeps up through me as I realize that despite the fact that he promised he wouldn't tell anybody about my notebook, he will never drop it and will forever use whatever he read in there in a way to make me feel like an outcast. Like I owe him something.

I feel tears threatening to roll on my cheeks and I lower my head so nobody can see the water pooling in my eyes.

Don't cry, honey. Why did we have to switch our notebooks, why did he have to read mine and know how impossibly interested I am in Na Jaemin and everything regarding him?

I excuse myself from the table and go to the restroom in order to wipe the tears away. There's some kind of fissure in my thoughts, as once I lost my notebook, things got out of hand and I didn't have control over the situation anymore. I try to imagine that all this anxiety could be washed away like my tears, with cold water. But it's hard to ease the heaviness when it's all that I can feel.

"I should get going." I say once I return to my friends and take my backpack.

They look at me and I see the sudden change in the mood as if they've sensed my small breakdown.

"Then let's leave together," Yeji says standing up and taking her bag as well. The boys follow us outside and we stop for a second in order to figure out who and which way they're going. Usually, Jeno, Renjun and I go home together, but tonight, Jeno had to take care of his little cousins and Renjun had to visit Hyuck in order to give him his notes for the week as he has missed classesq. Yeji was living in some other neighbourhood and Jaemin said he had to take the bus to get home. Therefore, fortunately or not, I was left alone with Zhong Chenle.

"Don't you have to get home?" I ask after Renjun waves us goodbye, being the last one out of my friends to leave.

Chenle shrugs.

"Wouldn't it be rude of me to let you walk alone?"

"Not really." I sigh.

"I'm still going to do it though." He says and I shrug.

After a few seconds of silence, he continues:

"Actually, there's a reason I wanted to walk with you." He says before turning his head towards me.

He gives me one of his killer smiles and for a split second, I feel myself able to do anything. For him.

"Follow me."

A/N: Hello! There is just one part left, what are your premonitions :D?

hailene x

#nct #fanfic #kpop #chenle #jaemin #jeno #renjun #haechan #donghyuck #nctdream #au #jisung

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Waver 1 - 13 (FINAL) | Prisma Illya 1 - 10 (FINAL) | Prisma Illya 2wei! 1 - 3

Another (and to be honest, the last) batch of impressions from the Fate/ project.

Waver 1

Well, this’ll be interesting. I’ve been hyping this show up for a while for myself, so let’s see how it goes.

Geez, this intro is like a dang movie! I’d love to see a proper Troyca movie! (<-Says the fan of Troyca.)

Wait, if it’s Kayneth Archibald, then is Archibald relatd to Archisorte? Or am I just making thing up here…? Also note Reines refers to Kayneth as “Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald”, possibly meaning Archibald is the middle name, since El-Melloi is a shared surname (or is that a title…?). That probably means Archibald =/= Archisorte and both are similar-sounding middle names. The fact Reines is Kayneth’s niece also explains things quite a bit.

Why is Waver upside down…? Won’t the blood rush to his head soon? (Sure, it allows me to ogle his hair more, but…logic rules more than my stupid whims, y’know?)

Interesting. You can see that although Waver grew out his hair, there’s two layers to it – the longer one in the front and the shorter one in the back. (I’m just curious because I like the hime cut – which is pretty similar - and long hair on dudes in general, in part because both are fairly rare.)

Okay, that explained my gripe with upside-down Waver. Thanks, Reines. (<-genuine)

Aw, Waver buddy, even at this stage, you’re plenty cute. Don’t ever change! (<- As you can see, I am an easily pleased person in most cases.)

Melvin who now???

Troyca’s comic animation rules! It’s too bad Idolish7 Second Beat is using chibis instead of this…

Professor Kayneth. I forgot he had a formal title. I wonder, does Waver - I mean, El-Melloi II – have that title as well?

I guess I should’ve known Saber had the capability to look scary, but…I never knew Saber could look so scary…

*cut to eyecatch* - *points at eyecatch* Okay, someone tried to save budget here, didn’t they???

Aw, friendship between fiction boys is cute…until it involves the puking up on blood on one end.

Waver is the OG underdog here…don’tcha think?

“…with several demands.” – Uh-oh…this is gonna be bad, isn’t it?

You need a Tuner for Magic Crests? (…Like a tuning fork, but a person?) *brow raised in suspicion*

…is it appropriate for me to say “Oh, good lord!” now? (Okay, I did that rather deliberately, but normally in these notes I’d self-censor it to be “oh, goodness” or something like that.)

Seriously, the black-haired dude in the Ionian Hetairoi is my favourite, even if only because he looks like Waver (and he’s really easy to spot, to boot).

Why is this in first person??? I’ve dropped entire shows based on their usage of 1st person cam! Room Mate and Makura no Danshi basically scarred me for life on that front…and both of those are TV shorts!

Hey, wait a second. This “use a quote on the titlecard” thing is clearly an Ei Aoki sort of thing to do. I mean, it’s in ID: Invaded as well…

Waver 2

*new blonde girl appears* - So this is the rumoured Animusphere girl (Mary), huh?

Bounded field, huh? I’m glad I chose to watch F/Z before this, then. Now I actually understand the (rough) mechanics of how that works.

There’s assassins and then there’s Assassins…*thinks about the Holy Grail War*

As it turns out, astromancy is basically astrology.

The one thing that bugs me about “Modern Magecraft” (there’s a similar concept of New Magic in Mairimashita! Iruma-kun) is…how is the magic “modern”…? Especially in a work like this, where the magic is based in arcane rituals and bloodlines…you really need to establish how the “modern” bit works.

Gray is facing away from the Animusphere girl (Mary), I noticed.

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” – Sherlock Holmes – Basically, the fact I’ve memorised this quote is one of the lingering impacts of my time in the Detective Conan fandom, as it can be used on things like quizzes, not just mysteries.

Can we please use proper English, Waver??? (Says me to a character whose name I still find nonsensical enough to not be proper English.) As I said previously, “whydunit” is modus operandi or motive…the new bit is “howdunit”, which would be the method.

I do believe the geocentric model was overthrown by people like Kepler.

Gray kind of looks like Saber with that hairstyle, come to think of it.

With the way Gray hides herself under that hood, it’s no mystery as to why guys love her…at least, I know ThatRandomEditor does. Of course, I’m heavily neutral on the whole affair because I don’t swing that way, but…you know…

LEMPC seems to stand for “Lord El-Melloi Production Committee”, if I’m guessing right.

I seem to remember there was a quote somewhere that said the only constant in this world was change…hmm.

Waver 3

They seem to keep calling Japan “the Far East” (or at least, Japan is part of the Far East). That’s a pretty antiquated term for a supposedly “modern” magic anime. I get vaguely peeved by the term “the Far East” because it causes people to take an oriental viewpoint on things and thus it’s kind of like people from the Anglosphere looking down on Asians. (I also get vaguely peeved by the term “Westerners” for much the same reason and “Caucasians” because it implies all people of the Anglosphere come from the Caucasus, which is false…then again, these niggles are specific to international studies, so I have a vested interest in explaining them.)

…Wow, that star-eyepatch girl is…really something, to be thirsty specifically for Waver’s Iron Claw. (Then again, with my weird tastes in things, who am I to critique her?)

Flitz von Erich. I was surprised to learn this guy actually exists…on Wikipedia, at the very least.

“Any lady should know about wrestling.” – I disagree, Luvia.

Blue furry electrical creature…I dunno how the zoology in this show works, but the fantasy series I’m reading as of the time I was typing this comment has a blue creature called a Raiju (literally “thunder beast” in Japanese, so it would suit the “Thunder” in the episode title). If it’s anything like that, I’d laugh myself silly.

This girl on the poster seems to be called Flan Noir (or something similar).

“…yellow, round, fluffy-smelling…” – What? Svin, you have no right to call a girl those words!

When is this series set if people don’t have phones as a standard? *Googles* Okay, if F/SN is set in 2004, then F/Z is 1994. That would make sense, actually. The internet as we know it was first used in 1995 and didn’t become widespread for home use until a few years later, as I remember having computers in 2004 (albeit the blocky ones with the dial-up).

I was looking at images for the source material and I think I know why I like Waver (aside from the fact he has long hair). Normally I like the boys whose appearances are hard to get right, such as En…Waver in the novels and manga for this series sometimes looks grumpy, sometimes he looks constipated and worst of all, sometimes he looks like Snape with a hook nose.

Okay, so I googled Caules to figure out who his sister was…and I got Apocrypha spoilers. See, his sister is Fiore, who is apparently in that series.

The videos got encoded funny again…

There seems to be a mystery around why Svin and Gray can’t be together…well, one deeper than just “Svin is gaga for Gray [for reasons we don’t know at this point in time]”.

Ha, the El-Melloi Class is basically just the Misfit Class from Mairimashita! Iruma-kun.

“Only the flesh was bitten off.”

This Jupiter gibberish, I assume, is drawing upon the mythology of Jupiter – that is, Zeus – as the god of thunder and king of the gods (thus presiding over living beings).

The English is good on the bill, bar a space between “Mystics of magecraft”.

Norwich is apparently a “faculty” which the Modern Magecraft Theories guys – i.e. Waver – rule over.

Can you imagine Waver swearing? Since I had the volume off, I basically made him say “…if Sir Gueldoa had resorted to brute force, we would’ve been f***ed” in my head…and that was hilarious.

Aw, thanks 7Mononoke. “A cowardly thief sneaks away in the night. If you stride away, bursting with song, you are a conquering king.” That’s a quote from Rider himself.

So the Association has set positions for Masters in the War? Geesh…that must be hard on Waver to find out they’re closed, considering how much Waver pines for Rider.

Waver 4

I finally got the chance to listen to the ED last ep and now it’s the OP I can hear properly. This OP isn’t particularly impressive, considering it’s an instrumental (instrumentals always seem to have less impact for me unless I’m looking for something to chill to), but it does capture the London-esque spirit of the setting very well.

What’s up with this metal (?) maid off to the side, anyway?

“Good thinking to leave the door open…” – For some reason, even though it’s a completely different and much more benign context, this made me think of KyoAni and my heart sunk.

Atrum Galliasta…I hate that man. He may look hot, but he was nothing but a b*stard to Medea.

Bolo ties…nrgh…Basically, ever since Arima wore a bolo tie, I’ve become fairly bugged by them. That’s why Bram’s bugs me.

Aw, Waver, buddy, plase don’t sacrifice yourself again. I read on the wiki you become a Servant’s vessel (specifically for Zhu Ge Liang), so keep your hopes up.

I’m seriously feeling ID: Invaded vibes from this episode, what with the lightning.

I suspect a locked room murder is going to happen soon, knowing the genre. Either that or some other crime.

Considering Fate/ was an eroge-based thing initially, these sex jokes…there’s probably plenty of them out there.

Well, it seems this series only makes sense in that non-Detective Conan way, i.e. you want to know how it all comes together and can’t necessarily figure it out for yourself until you know how the magic works. I’m randomly going to guess this is more Jupiter-based stuff and call it a day on that front.

Seriously, I never got what was up with nightgowns (or just pyjamas in general) having hats. You don’t need protection for your head at night…that’s what pillows are for, yeah? (The only reason I see a hat-like thing working with nightwear is a onesie and that’s meant to be part of the inherent appeal of the thing.)

Waver 5

I feel like Adashino is meant to be an Irene Adler-type figure…

“Peaceful Fairys” (sic)

Where did Kairi’s scar come from…?

The Black Dog was in Mahoutsukai no Yome as well, but this one looks a lot less inviting, huh?

It seems, like the name Rail Zeppelin implies (as “Demon Eyes Collection Train”), most of the people involved in this case have Magic Eyes (or whatever they’re actually called). I wouldn’t be surprised if Kairi had them as well, considering he’s wearing dark glasses in the middle of a thunderstorm.

“King Arthur is a dude, right?” - *laughs madly* They finally managed to parody their own bulls***! (Well, I’m not counting Carnival Phantasm or whatever else because this is the first time they threw a meta joke in there in the whole of this project, as far as I can remember.)

Trimmau seems to be the maid’s name…huh. They never mentioned that earlier, I don’t think.

So what’s the difference between Fairy Eyes and Mystic Eyes?

Wait, does that even work…? The entire house is the murder weapon? That’s basically breaking the “secret passageway” thing on a larger scale.

So what’s Trevor’s motive…?

The dogs running towards the Workshop reminded me of the Hunger Games for some reason…must be the climax.

That fairy isn’t emoting much…

Oh cra-Wills is going to sacrifice himself, like Adashino was going to do! That’s the second time I’ve seen that in 2 days (the first was in the Hypnosis Mic manga about the Dirty Dawg).

Uh…Waver’s not particularly fit or fast, is he…?

Can you be paid for your case if your client is essentially dead…?

Adra? I read around and Adra seems to be a way to spell the location (or whatever it is) in the first case…which got adapted into a stage play, but not an anime. That’s probably what he’s (Waver) referring to.

Notably, the title is translated to “lance” but yari means spear…

Waver 6

I seriously wanna slap that pink-haired girl…Update: Her name is Yvette.

This is basically Gray fanservice…

If Gray = Saber and Saber =King Arthur…hmm…does it count as a girl’s party?

Homeland? Since Britain is Saber’s (aka Gray’s) home country, I think they meant “hometown”…I’d hav to listen to the Japanese to make sure, though.

I still think Waver is a stupid, or at the very least false, name for a boy, especially if he did come from Britain. That’s basically my one limitation on him as a husbando.

The red bit of the eyecatch was shapd like an eye…it did catch eyes in a sense, after all.

So Trimmau is sustained by magic.

Locked-room…or rather, bounded field…mystery time!

Luvia did mention wrestling in another episode…

I had to google that, but the Separation Castle is from the Adra case mentioned in episode 5. No wonder I don’t remember it…

“Are you suggesting there were faults…” (from Luvia) - Ooh, I was thinking the perpetrator was caught inside their own bounded field or maybe it was an outsider, but that works too, Reines.

Add calld Luvia out for her extravagance, LOL.

Catch-as-catch-can appears to be “no-holds-barred fighting”, particularly wrestling.

That case was both informative and possibly solveable by the audience. Both good qualities for a mystery.

If you summon the spirit again, is it the same Rider with the same memories? Or can you summon a different version of the same Rider with amnesia, much like Rin did with Archer? Update: Oh yeah, I did read this on the wiki at one point but then forgot about it. The next episode (7) confirms that Rider wouldn’t remember Waver if he were summoned again.

Waver 7

…C’mon, admit it, show. The glasses are not only there for plot reasons but to up Waver’s status as megane boy for the rest of this case. Not that I mind – I actually really like megane boys, but I’m nowhere near the love of Meganebu – but in the case of plausibility, I wanna poke holes into it.

Auction for which Mystic Eyes now…?

There’s a guy…with an elephant head…I know I shouldn’t be bugged by it, but I need the MST3K mantra right now.

This is gonna be a Murder on the Orient Express thing, isn’t it? All cases set on trains seem to take cues or make homage to it. (I may not be that proficient on Christie in comparison to Holmes, since Holmes was Conan’s inspiration, but Murder on the Orient Express I have read and I did secure an anthology of 4 Christie novels at one point specifically so that I could improve in this area.)

The main series never explained the bad blood between the Church and the Tower, did they…?

*sweatdrop* Let me guess…when Yvette mentions “multiplay”, she means a threesome, right?

How do anime people see out of those blindfold thing, anyway??? (Or is it that Leandra has Mystic Eyes that were sold off or otherwise tampered with?)

I believe the word is “palate”, Kairi (or subbers).

Anime characters being bagworms with their blankets is always appealing, no matter the gender. It’s funny and/or relatable, after all.

Does Gray get motion sickness…? Update: Seems I spoke about a minute too soon. She does.

Waver 8

How does Waver know that Adashino got the documents about the train? Is it because she was in all those places at all those times and he connected the dots?

This lady has heterochromia. Specifically, one is brown and the other is blue or green.

Hmm? I thought the character design was familiar for this. As it turns out, Jun Nakai (who did the character design for this) also did Gate’s, which explains it.

Dionysus is the Greek god of wine, IIRC. Hephaestion is, as (s)he explained, the confidante of Alexander the Great (had to google this one).

It’s hard to see before the brightly-lit scene where Olga reappears, but as shown, Waver seems to have cut off part of his forelocks on the left side.

What’s an Odo???...ooh, fanservice…*ogles*

The summoning of Hephaestion and Trisha’s murder may or may not be related…we just don’t know how, yet.

I think a Detective Conan Murder on the Orient Express-style mystery would be a good video ga-*googles* There’s at least one of them out there already (albeit only in Japan)...namely, this one. Spoke too soon.

Oh yeah…this is Olga’s new room, isn’t it? I almost forgot about that.

Update: I think this look at the Adra Separation Castle case is interesting. It’s similar to posts I would write, but done by a professional – namely Richard Eisenbeis of Kotaku and Anime News Network.

Waver 9

So if there’s a Servant…you have to find the Master.

Olga reminds me of Reines…kind of.

LOL, whoever thought of a zombie cooking show…?

This series really goes all-in on the zombies and the fake-outs thereof, huh? Dangit, Melvin, don’t scare us.

Melvin has a really odd relationship with Waver, huh? If you’re really insisting you’re “the only person to ever be able to hurt Waver”, I don’t quite see how you guys can be friends in the normal sense of the word.

Why would someone have a violin at a time like this…?

Interestingly, they don’t bother to do any fanservice of Caules. That scene with Gray and Yvette was fanservice for those who like them, but the only guy who’s getting to do any fanservice in this series is Waver himself…(what with him being naked and knocked out right now.)

“Sibyl” seems to be a synonym for “virgin”…(*whispers “Awkward…”*)

Update: After reading some of Marth’s posts on this series, I’m inclined to call this “Murders on a Train (with an Exploding Helicopter for Good Measure)”.

Waver 10

For some reason, there’s episode 0 – 9, then 11 – 13 on the service I’m using. Where’s 10?

I think Waver’s relationship with Rider is interesting because of the way I think of relationships myself. Waver has made it clear that he wants to see Rider again so he can basically prostrate at his feet all over again (and maybe win a wish and/or see Oceanus while they’re at it), but – hey, hear this! - I used to believe, when I was still an impressionable kid, all relationships, whether they be between friends, family or even lovers, lasted roughly in the same state basically forever (as in, friends stay friends forever, they’ll never be so far apart that they can’t kep their relationship alive etc. etc.)…Obviously, I was wrong and arguably, this change in thinking, plus the related changes in technology, are where my ability to fleetingly but passionate love both 2D boys and the series they come from comes from.

Wait, so the Child of Einasshe (sp?) is the forest, yeah? I don’t think I got that 100% straight.

I never thought the shield form of a Mystic Code could be used for snowboarding down a mountain/hill…whatever Gray just went down. I didn’t even know Add had a shield form, for that matter.

“[U]sual individual” – LOL. What a way to refer to Waver.

“Wait a minute!” – I’m just imagining Phoenix Wright all of a sudden. A Waver legal mystery series would be boring as all get out – I’m far less interested in the courtroom versions of mysteries and more interested in how the pieces fit together. (Update: Then again, I am a person who likes the action genre and courtroom mysteries don’t have much of that, which might also explain my choice.)

“…lacking the element of motive to begin with.” – Well, Waver’s not wrong…

I’m observing this apple and noticing someone skimped on the detail around the stem. Does anyone still remember Art Academy for the DS? After looking at some promo material for it, I basically learnt how to draw a proper apple (and nothing else, really). If an apple is just drawn as a circle, it doesn’t quite look like an apple up close. (Two of the main things I screw up on when drawing are perception and the colour of highlights, both of which are covered in something like an apple stem and the related indent.)

Oh goodness…I was hoping Karabo would keep his vision (or actual eyeballs)…but that’s gruesome.

I’m guessing, based on the wheelchair, that Waver’s still paralysed or otherwise not able to move around like normal. Update: Spoke too soon.

Someone encoded the video funny again…

Waver 11

What was that crossword thing…? A warding spell of some sort?

Is that an owl in the back?!

Stealth fighter…Rider wanted on, didn’t he?

Every time he appears on screen now, I basically curse Melvin. He’s entertaining to watch, sure, but he’s annoyingly prodigal (= wasteful). He’s basically Dice from HypMic at this stage (aka he’s the sort of person who’d bet away his own clothes, given the chance and incentive).

Look at the way Waver’s hair drags behind him as he walks…it’s gorgeous…

“Residual Image” (as translated in the title) is literally “the left-over image” (zanzou). Not surprising, but I find the exact combo of characters used interesting since it could be short for “nokoru eizou” (where the nokoru’s character is read as zan in the combo, as you can guess).

Waver 12

Wow…this series really pulled something out of its butt this time, huh? “The guy without a heart”…no viewer would’ve known that actually referred to a character called Dr Heartless unless they knew of his existence somehow (the closest they would’ve been was having an inkling that this pointed to a name of the culprit).

There is an owl in the back of the auction room!

Ay? So what the heck is Pandemonium in this case?

“dotard” – Turns out this means “an old person, especially one who has become physically weak or whose mental faculties have declined.” You can’t say I don’t enrich my vocbulary through watching anime, huh?

I’m still wondering…why adapt case 7 of this series (Rail Zeppelin)? Why not case 1 (Adra)? Update: I don’t know where I pulled the number 7 from, since this is volume 4 – 5 of the series. Apparently some of the cases were anime-original though.

Waver 13 (FINAL)

Oh, Flat, you stupid…

Waver’s exasperated faces are great. No wonder Reines likes to toy with him…

I can assume Rail Zeppelin is a Ghost Liner, yes?

Can I guess that Adashino ~likes~ Waver…? Update: Turns out that’s not quite the case.

Ooh, Waver without his shirt is se-okay, I’m getting distracted. Seriously though, Waver never showed his Crest in F/Z. I never even knew what it looked like until now! The fact it’s such a simple design in comparison to his Command Seals is…kinda underwhelming, really.

I think there’s a bit of a pattern between Jakurai (from HypMic) and Waver…namely, they suck when it comes to drinking. (Also, of course, the long hair. Don’t forget it, never forget it.)

Shut up, Add!

For some reason, I felt like a lot of that last part, while getting closure for Waver, it almost had connotations of “I’ll meet you on the other side, Rider”…so it felt kind of sad, to be honest. That talk between Reines and Olga I don’t think I’d understand without Apocrypha and Grand Order, but I guess that’s to be expected in such a huge franchise. Anyways, moving right along!

Illya 1

I’ve been a bit worried about what I’ll have to subject myself to for the sake of Magical Girls…

Was that…Taiga?

Who’s Liz…?

Okusama, huh? (Okusama = someone’s wife, although it seems to be used in the plural here since I don’t think Kiritsugu and/or Iri are dead in this timeline.)

The subs I’ve got say Shiro is adopted here too (when it’s not in the Japanese), although I wonder exactly how much of UBW is going to be true in this anime…

Hmm…a bit of digging reveals Luvia’s not a Master. So throwing out Lancer is really just a joke on how Lancer gets roasted early on in Grail Wars, right?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…squick, much…(Thank goodness the source I was using edited out the loli fanservice, so I can tolerate this series a lot more…but still, suggesting you have a romance with your step-brother, even if it’s known you’re not related from the beginning, is…you already know my feelings on that, based on my reaction. Shiro is, what, 15? About twice Illya’s age!) Update: Okay, so he has no confirmed age in Prisma Illya, but he’s 17 in F/SN so I’d assum the same or similar, seeing as he attends the same school. It’s fine if it’s platonic, but this is clearly an Onii-chan, daisuki! thing the likes of which Oreimo throws down! Thank you for calling it out though, Ruby.

Oh my gosh, this looks like the Rhongomynaid (Detective Waver) and Excalibur (or whatever Saber’s Noble Phantasm is called) summoning beam! LOL!

Ruby, you lech! Don’t go praising the angles! *shakes fist* (Seriously, what if magical girl mascots were paedophiles…? *blank face* Welp, considering what’s out there on the internet, I wouldn’t be surprised if a hentai or something had such a concept.)

Hmm? Turns out the word for Servant means something like “celestial hero”. Makes sense.

Nice callback to Saber and Shiro!

Illya 2

I thought Illya would say that her parents are dead…turns out the show’s not that grimdark (to the point where it wouldn’t set the show after Kiritsugu and Iri’s deaths), huh?

Do the sticks have a gender? The subs said “she” for Ruby…

LOL, it’s Rider. I thought Lancer was gonna get his butt kicked all over again (thinking more along the lines of CCS).

It’s Gay Bul-I mean, Gae Bolg! (I’ve been reading TV Tropes again…can you tell?)

This episode was pretty pedestrian. I like it more than the first one.

What’s up with the CGI…?

Oh! Bunbun, who does Yuki Yuna! Update: They only did the illustrations for some of the series. They also did SAO illustrations, although that’s of less significance to me.

Illya 3

The sticks do have genders!!! That’s like claiming Jesus for kakera with Mudae! (Yes, that’s possible. I got him in one server.)

The power of fujoshi…is amazing! How did it get to a girl who’s so young?!

These angles are a bit disturbing…

“Casao”, LOL.

Magical girl nakama, huh?

Illya 4

MST3K mantra!

Whose quote is that again…? “Don’t think, imagine”? Update: It turns out to not be anyone’s quote at all, if Google results are to be believed.

Uh-oh! Saber Alter!

Illya 5

Padding the episode already…?

The mist is a quality of a Berserker, right?

Geez the angles piss me off…

These sticks have brains???

Can you call it teamwork if they’re always complaining about each other?

Illya 6

More padding…

Illya’s UBW!

Geesh, that last-minute shot of Rin and Luvia popping out of the ground scared me for a bit…

Illya 7

*sigh* It’s the sick episode…

I recognise the vacuum cleaner. I have the same one at home.

*sigh* Random fanservice of elementary school girls. This is what gives anime a bad name.

*Sapphire pulls out a USB port* - Ohhkay, is that stick fanservice, in a sense…? Because that’s awkward too.

Maids went out of fashion years ago…

“Lyrical Radical Genocide” - I think this Lyrical Radical things is parodying Nanoha.

Based on the cloak, it’s an Assassin.

“Listen, if you aren’t careful, you’ll die!” – Yep, because people die when they are killed. I almost missed that meme for a bit.

Illya 8

Illya’s still reeling from Miyu’s talk, huh?

I noticed it said tomoda(chi) in the background at one point.

Does Miyu exist in any of the alternate universes?

Ah, there’s yuujou (friendship) in the background as calligraphy.

I think the video got encoded funny again…

Geez, complaining about boobs? The series got worse…oh, I forgot Shiro was around in this series.

…who’s left? There’s been Saber, Archer, Lancer, Assassin, Rider, Caster and…who? Berserker, that’s who.

Illya 9

Ohhhhhhhh brother, not more bath scenes…

Iri looks almost exactly like she does in the Eiznbern Consultation Rooms! (I found those around and watched them today.)

Thank goodness the fanservice is censored…

I never realised Berseker had heterochromia until now…

One thing that I assume makes Saber’s outfit look nice to thos that like girls is the window in the top…but it goes to waste on Miyu, LOL.

I find it interesting Illya has all these concerns – the ones (or similar ones) Iri harbourd in F/Z.

Hey, the bridge! This is the bridge where Rider dies inn F/Z, yeah?

The ED looks different this time…

Illya 10 (FINAL)

E-Eep…loli fanservice…

Now Miyu is basically what Waver is to Rider, no doubt about it.

Bulls***! Speak of the devil! I was wondering what Waver looked like in the Illya style, because I read on the wiki he makes a cameo in season 2, and…here he is. Didn’t expect him in season 1, though.

Another new ED animation. I find it interesting they’ve never once had to recast any VAs throughout the entire existence of Fate/ anime…not that I know of, anyway.

Hiroyama Hiroshi is the original Illya creator.

Okay, that’s the end of one season. I feel kind of fatigued since I finished the Eiznbern Consultation Rooms today as well, so I’m going to take a break from watching more Illya until it’s necessary to watch again in a few posts’ time.

Now that they’ve collected the cards, I’m wondering what the series intends to do next…

Illya s2 Pt 1 Ep 1

They clearly skimped on the budget when Shiro was leaving the house…

I keep forgetting Illya is meant to be German…

That bad English…is actually there in the ep. title…

Oh great…schoolgirls talking about erotic swimsuits…

This s*** is what you call “Class-S”! I have no interest in it, because I don’t swing that way! (Sorry, yuri fans…)

The problem with series that aren’t 100% made with you in mind is that your favourite characters might look ugly…that’s especially the case with En, Jakurai and Waver.

Ryudou Temple, eh? Let’s hope Assassin still looks good.

I don’t think I’ve seen that before…namely, being able to hear what’s going on outside the transformation while it’s happening.

Now this 2 Illyas thing…this is new, alright.

Illya s2 Pt 1 Ep 2

LOL, what a horoscope.

Truck-kun! I don’t think Illya would make a good isekai protag, come to think of it.

Who is this nurse? I feel like she’s from some other part of the Nasuverse… Update: My guess was right. That’s Caren Hortensia, protagonist of Fate/hollow ataraxia and Kirei’s…uh, daughter. I know he had a wife. We never met said wife, but seeing the daughter really drove that fact home.

Uhhhhhhhh…okay, now the lesbian loli scene just made things go off a cliff for me. I’m not against lesbians or yuri – to each their own – but that scene was clearly meant to be pleasing to a certain audience.

How does anyone kill anything gently…?

Ohhhhhhkay, strike 2 for loli fanservice.

I seem to remember…that’s right, Alice from the [something] no Kuni no Alice series was evaluated on her coffee-making skills (by Julius, I think it was). That’s why I’m thinking of Alice when I see Luvia praising Miyu on something similar.

Wa-hey! It’s Rin’s Azoth dagger!

Well, the mechanics of the transformation are also something you have to think about. I’ll give the show kudos for that.

Illya s2 Pt 1 Ep 3

Can we not with the whole “Onii-chan, daisuki!” thing?! That’s it! That’s the last straw! I’m finishing this episode and aborting early so that I can preserve my dignity…and get some proper sleep for once.

The fact Miyu thinks Shiro resembles her brother must not be a coincidence…(I’ve become far too Fate/ savvy, haven’t I?) Update: It seems I was right. Apparently, Miyu was taken in by Kiritsugu in a certain universe, but apparently this is a bunch of spoilers.

Genki na aisatsu was in the back.

This is just getting worse and worse…

So now Kuro’s name is Kuroe (Chloe), huh? Anyways, good riddance, loli fanservice! So long! I won’t miss you one bit!

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Rick In The Water; Ch7: Shameful Metaphors

Summary: There’s some fluffs, there some action. I might be just a little too proud of how this chapter came out.

A/N: Rickshank Rickdemption? Never heard of him. CW: Bastardization of a whole ass episode for my own selfish gains tbh Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 5529

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|Ch6: Do You Feel It?|

Rick looked like a goddamn kid in a candy shop. When we crossed the threshold, his pockets bulging with his Monopoly money, he took off ahead of me, shouting about someone called Roy.

“Rick! Rick wait!” I called after him, trying to cut through the crowd and keep up with the oversized child that Rick had suddenly become. He paused briefly, allowing me to finally catch up. I surveyed the room, astounded by how it enormous it seemed. To our left was an expansive bar. Two large arcades ran adjacent to it, emanating with sounds of laughter and loud sound effects. The building had multiple stories, all accentuating the large planetary statue situated in the center of the room. More sounds of mirth and excitement rained down on us from above, leaving me to assume it was multiple levels of rows and rows of video games.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Rick looked proud like he had come up with the whole place himself.

“Ah, if it isn’t my friend Rick Sanchez,” a large slug-like creature called warmly as he slithered over to us.

“Slitherino, buddy! How the hell are you?” Rick greeted him jovially, shaking the creatures… hand? I guess?

“Doin’ great, my friend. Business is booming ever since that commercial you did with us. Who would’ve thought an interdimensionally wanted criminal could bring in so many kids?” Slitherino chortled. “And who do you have here tonight?” He raised his brow at Rick as he regarded me.

“Slither- this is Nova, Nova this Siltherino Slimeofogus the Fourth, owner of the greatest establishment this side of the galaxy,” Rick boasted.

“Now, now Rick. You’re not trying to get extra flurbos out of me are you?” Siltherino asked, eyeing him seriously before breaking out into a huge smile. “Because it’s working. Here you son of a bitch, you guys have a great time.” He handed us a large bucket of coins from within his apparently gelatinous body. He bid us farewell as he slithered away, leaving Rick to count the contents quickly.

“One thousand ninety-nine, two thousand. Two thousand flurbos Nova!” he exclaimed as he slid the coins back into the bucket. “Are you hungry? They’ve got zurbos here now, so fucking good Nova.” Rick gushed. I barely recognized the man next to me as his eyes flitted all around the room. I shook my head, earning me a one way trip to a game called Roy 2: Dave. “The line was ridiculous last time I was here,” Rick marveled, “You should play!” He deposited some of our flurbos in the machine before sitting me down in the chair and dropping a helmet over my eyes.

“Dave! Come out here and eat dinner with us!” a voice called out to me. I closed my binder, rushing out to the living room to find my big brother Roy and my parents sitting at their TV trays. “Oh sweetheart, you’re just in time! We’re getting to watch the newest episode of Planet Music!”

In high school, I met a girl named Arabelle, an outcast just like me. We spent nearly every day after school hanging out by a waterfall where we got high and talked about music, art and anything else that came to mind.

I didn’t stay friends with her for long, my parents didn’t approve of her dark sense of humor and overuse of sarcasm. I knew they just wanted the best for me. They bought me a guitar and lessons instead and allowed me to spend all hours of the night practicing. My brother Roy and I formed a band, along with a couple of his friends from school. Our first single was a smash hit, propelling us into the limelight.

Arabelle and I reconnected after a show one night. I forgot how much I missed her and we stayed up the entire night talking like we used to. She told me how heartbreaking it was to lose my friendship. I apologized and worked my way into her pants that night.

Our second album flopped, and Roy and I started fighting constantly. Arabelle and I had started dating, and she insisted I was the talent of the band. I listened to her, leaving my brother and his friends to seek new highs and new ways to become creative.

I joined the twenty-seven club, dying of an overdose.

GAME OVER.

“What the fuck?!” I screamed as the helmet was removed from my head.

“Only twenty-seven?” Rick commented, reading the stats on the screen. “You at least led a fun life I suppose,” he shrugged.

“Everything was so real. I felt myself die,” I trembled. My knees shook as I stood up and tried to reorient myself with my real body.

“You’re alright Nova,” Rick smirked, “Now get outta my way, it’s my turn!” He tore off my reward tickets, handing them off to me and depositing a couple more coins into the machine. He fitted the helmet over his head and his eyes unsettlingly rolled back in his head. I watched the screen, watched the body I had thought was my own as it fought with its sibling Roy, become the most popular kid in school before completely running from home at the age of sixteen.

“You didn’t do much better, Mr. Age Twenty-Five,” I teased as Rick pulled the helmet off in frustration, grabbing his own tickets. My grip on reality had finally returned after watching Rick’s version of Dave’s life and I was actually eager for another go.

“How was I supposed to know the bungee cord was going to break!?” he shot back. “These games, some of them really just want you to keep pumping flurbos into them,” he growled, stalking off toward what I could only assume was the space equivalent of Skee Ball. He pumped more flurbos into the game, picking up the hovering puck and chucking it skillfully. It bounced off of the holographic mountains before hitting a secret passageway and setting an alarm off.

“I take it you’ve played these games a couple of times,” I mused, watching him perform trick shots as the machine produced ticket after ticket.

“Well, if you look at the screen, that’ll be my high score,” he pointed proudly at the marquee that read ‘HI-SCORE: ARSE” followed by a series of illegible symbols.

“Arse, really?” I asked, trying to stifle my giggles to sound terribly unamused.

“It stands for Actually Rick Sanchez,” he told me flatly.

“Oh, what’s the E for then?”

“Yeah, I mean, come on Nova, I had to,” he shrugged.

“I mean, if you already went that far…” I trailed up, grinning up at him.

*+*

When he had finally spent his last flurbo, he begrudgingly walked us out to the ship to head home. Today had been incredible, with its high and low points but weirdly enough, the trip to Blips and Chitz felt like an actual date. I was going to comment as such, but we were being approached by an alarming number of bug-like creatures.

“Rick Sanchez, we have you surrounded,” one called out. Rick froze, scanning the area to find the bug creatures claims were true. “If you come quietly, I can assure you no danger will befall your Nova.”

“Rick, what is going on?” I hissed as he pulled me in close and pulled out his portal gun.

“Don’t even think about it, Sanchez!” the bug shouted, “We have you in our sights, and you’ll be dead before you even try.”

“Goddammit, Slitherino,” Rick snarled, releasing me to confront the bugs.

“You’ve committed numerous crimes against the Federation. I urge you to stand down,” the bug declared again as he closed in on us, close enough for me to make out his furry legs and large wings.

“Let me send her home,” Rick demanded. “I’ll come with you, just let me send her home.”

“Rick, no-” I protested before he cut me off

“Nova, just be quiet, please,” he glared down at me.

“If you come peacefully, you may send her home in your ship,” the bug compromised nonchalantly.

“Yeah, that’s not how it’s going down,” he snarled, pulling out his portal gun again. As the bugs opened fire around us, he deployed a shield around us. “This is not going to last long enough for me to explain any of this to you.” He opened a portal on the ground behind me, discreetly shoving his portal gun in my hands. “Nova, just trust me, I-I’m sending you somewhere safe,” he murmured, kissing my forehead before shoving me through the opening. I heard the shield shatter as I fell through, gunfire coming to an immediate stop as the portal closed above me. Shellshocked, I realized I was in an oddly familiar, dingy hallway and a door with a rusted peeker stood in front of me. I stood quickly, knocking urgently on it. When I received no answer, I sighed in frustration knocking the same knock that Beth and I shared. The peeker slid open to reveal the same pair of angry eyes before quickly opening, Scar Rick grabbing me as I crumpled to the floor.

*+*

“Rick!”

The world was spinning around me as I came to, Scar watching intently from across the room as I sat up in a panic which served to only make the spinning faster. I was on a thin cot, surrounded by similar weapons to the ones I’d seen in Rick’s garage. Rick. The thought of him propelled me from the cot, heading for the door. I had no idea how I was going to save him, but damn if I wasn’t going to try.

“H-Hey, Nova, it’s okay. Calm down,” Scar said gruffly, soothing me simply by sharing the same voice as Rick. My legs were weak as I stood, and he grabbed me hesitantly before I fell again, sitting me back on the cot.

“The hell it is! Some fucking b-bug creatures took Rick- They’re gonna kill him,” I shouted hysterically, making another move to stand. Scar grabbed my shoulder, roughly forcing me back onto my cot.

“Nova, I know. This is the third time you’ve woken up screaming about it,” he assured me, grabbing a dirty canteen and offering it to me. My mouth was a desert and I drank from it greedily. “H-Hey, calm down. Drowning won’t bring Rick back,” he remarked smartly, gently tugging the canteen out of my grasp.

“Wh-What am I going to do? I have to get him back,” I panicked, bunching my legs up into my chest as I slowly rocked myself back and forth. I had always thought of Rick as untouchable like he was always five steps ahead of every potential foe.

“Why don’t you tell me everything that happened after you left here three days ago,” he asked with surprising calm.

“Three fucking days ago? How long have I been passed out?” I asked, breaking out of my grasp on my legs, moving to stand up again.

“You passed out at my door,” he said, his gruff tone returning as he blocked me from making my way to the door by outstretching his arm across my chest, resulting in me stumbling back onto the cot. “You’ve been in and out these past few days, screaming about Rick and monster bugs when you were conscious. This is the most lucid you’ve been yet.”

“Wh-What were those creatures?” I asked him, just the memories of the way they surrounded us stilling me to my core.

“Those were most likely the Groflamites,” he sighed, standing up and returning to the other side of the room. A portal gun laid in pieces on the table he approached, the glass on the top completely shattered. He noticed as I stared at in horror, my only way directly to Rick completely destroyed. “You fell on it when you passed out,” he explained, “I’ve been trying to fix it, but I haven’t had one in over a decade.”

“Y-You can fix it though, right?” I asked nervously, unable to take my eyes off of it.

“I should be able to, I have to go out and get some parts. I just hadn’t been able to yet, I didn’t want you to wake up alone,” he admitted sheepishly, “I-I know my N-Nova wasn’t a fan of that.”

“Oh.”

Clearing his throat, he continued, “If you think you’ll be okay for a couple of hours, I can run out now. There are just a couple of pieces that need to be replaced, I promise I’ll be quick.”

“C-Can I just come with you?” I asked anxiously, not trusting myself enough to be left alone with my thoughts.

“Sure.”

+𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔+

Fucking asshole. That fucking piece of fucking shit. I’m gonna- I’m gonna burn every fucking Blips and Chitz to the fucking ground when I finally get the fuck out of here.

The first order of business, unfortunately, figuring out where in the hell here was.

It looked like I was in my garage, but that couldn’t be right. Key details were missing, my newest tinker toy, for instance, not to mention Nova’s crudely drawn smiley face on my work desk.

“Alright assholes, what in the fuck are you waiting for?” I shouted into the ether. There was no response at first until a tall Groflamite knocked on the garage door.

“Hello, Rick,” he remarked coolly, leaning against the door as he closed it behind him. “That was a cute little trick, sending your Nova off with your portal gun. You know we have to hunt her down now right?” he told me perfectly politely, although the threat of it was apparent.

“Good luck,” I remarked darkly, turning back to my workbench even though there wasn’t really anything to focus my attention on.

“We already have a good idea of where you sent her, hard to believe a Rick would trust another Rick with his most treasured possession, but I guess you’re an odd one through and through,” he commented, inspecting the fur on the back of his hand.

“Tr-Treasured- possession?” I sputtered. He had to be bluffing. Scar was an old friend, back from before the council formed. The council hadn’t been very sympathetic to the kidnapping of his Nova, ultimately opting not to rescue her to keep themselves laid low. He wasn’t going to let another Rick go through that.

Well, fuckwad better not.

“Come now Rick, let's not pretend. We both know you love that human girl,” The Groflammite told me flatly.

“Love is just a chemical reaction,” I recited, bored.

“Mmhm, but yet you still love her.”

“I-I do not!” I lied.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Rick,” he shook his head, “Go ahead and lie to yourself all you want, but we’re in your head. I’ve seen a lot more of your dirty thoughts than I ever wanted to, and somehow they all featured her. And a couple of giraffes I won’t be asking any questions about.”

“Get to the point, bug.”

“I’d think the smartest man in the universe would know what I wanted.”

Jesus fucking christ this fucking douche.

+Nova+

I stuck close to Scar as he led us through the bustling city of Shingrap. He didn’t have much to say, not completely unlike my Rick on a bad day. Through a particularly tight crowd, he grabbed my hand tightly, and for a moment, I forgot where I was and who he was. His hands exhibited the same coarseness, and for even the smallest second I felt safe. Maybe that’s why he sent me here? Did he know he was going to die? Did he send me to this Rick to offer him something he’d lost?

No.

He was far too cocky to allow for such planning. He must’ve known this Rick would be able to help, or something. I just wish I knew what to do. Scar must’ve realized I had started spiraling because he turned around quickly and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Nova, I need you to focus, we’re almost there.”

‘There’ was a filthy pawnshop. Why was I always ending up in the dirtiest parts of space? All of these people with their illusions of grandeur when it came to space should feel lucky to not have a Rick in their lives to completely shatter them. Scar and the clerk spoke in low tones as I investigated the shop, never straying out of Scar’s eyesight. He grabbed my hand again, his transaction apparently complete as he led me back through the city. As we cut the corner to the alley that would lead us back to his safe house, I spotted a Groflammite scanning the city gun in hand.

“Rick,” I whispered sharply, pulling on his hand sharply as the bug’s gaze was moving in our direction. Scar found him immediately, breaking into a sprint down the alley, shooting one of the lecherous bulbous headed creatures my Rick and I had encountered our first time here. We made it safely back to his building, but as Scar sealed the door behind us, a quiet fluttering of wings assured us they had spotted us. We ran up the stairs as they slammed their weight into the door. Scar locked his safe room door behind us before starting on the repairs to the portal gun. A large slam from the floors below told us they had made it through the first door and it was only a matter of seconds before they were at this one.

“Start grabbing anything you see with a trigger,” Scar growled as he inserted the glass bulb on the top of the gun, opening a small door to work on the circuitry. I grabbed every weapon I could get my hands on, shoving them into a small pile in the center of the room. A loud bang on the safe room door made me jump out of my skin, but Scar was slamming the panel on the gun shut, smirking. “Let’s get the hell out of here baby girl,” he murmured tenderly, grabbing me by my waist and shooting a portal under the pile of guns. We followed the guns through just as the bugs broke through the door, dropping us right onto a marble floor.

Goddammit.

“Nova N-682,” Riq IV called from behind me. I brushed my hair out of my face, huffing as I turned to face him. “Where is your Rick?” he asked curiously, looking around as if he expected him to erupt from another portal.

“Rick Alpha-392,” Scar growled up at him viciously.

“Oho, you’ve renounced your Rick for Rick Beta-125?” Rick Prime grinned down at us, “Now there’s a match I never even thought to put money on.”

“There’s a name I haven’t heard in centuries,” Riq IV laughed darkly. “What brings you back here? Want to put this Nova’s head on the chopping block too?” Scar roared, picking up one of his guns and aiming at the council member.

“You fucking killed her, not me,” Scar snarled. I reached up gently, lowering the gun with a gentle look.

“Not here, not now.” I soothed him. He relented, turning away from the sneering Ricks atop their thrones. “Rick- N-682 has been arrested by the F-Federation.” Riq IV’s face darkened as he regarded me, before turning to his fellow council members. They deliberated a moment, before coming to a decision and turning back to me.

“So he dies. I’m sorry Nova.”

+𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚔+

“So they’ve spotted Rick Beta-125?” The Groflammite spoke into his watch smugly. “Excellent, were they able to apprehend Nova and the portal gun?”

Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck fuck shit.

Nova.

The bug’s watch murmured again, his face falling as he listened. “They got away? What do we even pay you assholes for?” he spat angrily into the watch. He sighed, regaining his composure before returning his even gaze to me. “Looks like you got lucky Rick, but this is your last chance to be useful.”

“I’m never useful if I can help it,” I told him darkly. Nova being safe was enough to keep me from throttling the stupid bug, but the option was still there. He approached the garage door, watching a memory play in front of him.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” he pointed. The memory on full display was the two of us in my ship, her mounted on my lap and kissing me like it was the last kiss we’d ever share.

It might be.

“Yeah,” I murmured, forcing the dark thought away. I watched the memory, trying to resist the emotion it was instilling in me, the doubt, the fear. What if we never got to finish what we started? What if I couldn’t get out of here?

“You can watch this right now and tell me you don’t love her?” he asked conversationally, as though we were old friends discussing curtains.

“I-I can,” I lied again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. The memory switched, playing the memory of saving her from Rick U-236 and having to see that fuck on top of her, touching parts of her I still hadn’t had the pleasure of infuriated me.

“Ah, I see. Of course. You still think she doesn’t care for you the same way.” The same conversational tone, but now I just wanted to rip his voice box out. The memory changed again, this time of the first time I took her out into space.

“St-Stop!” I begged, tearing my eyes away from her awestruck face.

“Just tell me how you figured out portal technology Rick and I swear, I’ll let you see her one last time,” he urged gently. A door appeared between us.

“If I show you, you have to promise not to hurt her,” I conceded weakly, trying to ignore the moisture accumulating around my eyes.

“No harm will befall Nova, Rick. You have my word,” he assured me. Still, I knew he was lying. I decided to play along, opening the door to step into another garage, this one being from the home I shared with Beth’s mother.

Another Rick stood before us, scribbling furiously onto a notepad in front of him as he made adjustments to the crude device that I would soon turn into the portal gun.

“H-Hey Rick,” a voice came from the doorway. A twenty-year-old Nova stood there, eyeing the Rick in front of her nervously.

“O-Oh hey Nova. Beth’s not here,” Past Me brushed her off callously. Her face fell as she approached the workbench to investigate what I had been working on.

“I-I know, I came to see what you were working on,” she told me timidly. God, this was too much, too hard to watch.

“It’s a portal gun,” I told her, extending the device for her to inspect. “I think I almost have the formula right. Just a couple more days and I should be able to traverse the galaxy in an instant.”

“Wow,” she murmured, eyeing the scribbles I had made. “R-Rick, I think your equations wrong here,” she told me hesitantly, pointing to a small error in math I had made.

“Shit, you’re right.” I picked up the portal gun, adjusting the error before pulling the trigger. A green circle appeared on the wall, another four inches to the right. I tossed an apple through, only to have it reappear through the second portal in the same condition. “I-I did it,” I murmured, awestruck. “W-We did it.” I looked at her, beaming as I pulled her into a tight embrace only to quickly push her away. “Hold on,” I paused, sticking my arm through the hole only for it to also appear unharmed on the other side.

“So that’s it?” The Groflammite asked eagerly, running up to my desk to start taking pictures of the equation scribbled on my notepad. He uploaded it quickly, announcing to his superiors that’d he’d gotten it. A devilish grin erupted on my face as the bugs on the other end of his headset stopped replying.

Thank God.

“You know, watching that brilliantly concocted lie made me realize something.” I grinned wickedly at the smug bug.

“L-Lie?!” he exclaimed.

The walls of the garage fell around us as my current garage formed around the fake memory. “You’re probably right, I do love my Nova, I love her more than I’ve loved anything before,” I conceded with a shrug. “But if you’d done any research, you would’ve realized two things.” He tried contacting his supervisors again, to no avail. “I left Nova when she was sixteen you idiot, and more importantly, for all of the strengths she has to offer me, she knows jack shit when it comes to science. That math would have looked like absolute gibberish to her.”

“What’s happening, what did you do?” the bug panicked.

“I didn’t do anything, you were the one who uploaded a virus from a fake memory,” I told him with a shrug.

“Get me out of his head!” he shouted into his watch, “It was fake, it was all fake!”

“They won’t be answering,” I told him simply. I raised my own watch to my mouth, mocking his serious tone as I spoke, “Go ahead and pull me outta here guys.”

It was a curious feeling, being in a bug body, but I played it off well until a team of SEAL Ricks descended from the ceiling, shooting every Groflamite they saw. I ducked down behind the chair, reaffixing the brain switching helmet to my head as they shot my original body directly between the eyes.

Well, that kind of sucked. Poor old bastard.

Since they weren’t exactly here on a rescue mission, I aimed the device at one of the SEAL Ricks. I injected my conscious into his brain, surprisingly thankful for the roominess of it. I took out the Groflamite I had been previously occupying before taking out the remaining SEAL Ricks, grabbing the brainalyzer and climbing the rope back up to their ship.

After a series of Rick switching, I was finally back on the Citadel, at the helm of Control. I portalled the entire fucking thing directly into the galactic federal fucking prison.

God, I’m such a fucking badass.

Chaos poured around me as I made my way to the council, knowing if Scar was going to take her anywhere, it would be here. Despite his history with the council, it was still the safest place to hide from the federation. I just had to hope my hunch was right. Worst come to worst, I was going to be able to kill two birds with one stone. Take out the Federation and that stupid ass council, sure, why not. I found Quantum Rick trying to flee amongst the chaos and knowing my only way in there with the least amount of resistance would be as a Rick they recognized, I performed one last swap, smashing the brainalyzer as I took off down the Council hall.

“Get your hands off of her,” I bellowed, crossing the threshold to a confusing scene. Riq IV and Zeta Alpha Rick were pulling her in opposite directions, apparently trying to decide which would be escaping with her. Scar laid dead on the floor and with the surprise of my appearance, they released her abruptly. Nova fell to Scar’s side, openly weeping as she looked up at me with a fury I’d never seen before.

“Did you come to finish the job?” she screamed at me. “You don’t have to worry. He’s fucking dead.” She stood up, grabbing one of the, surprisingly, many guns littering the floor. “You killed my Rick, you fucking piece of shit.”

“N-Nova, wait-”

“I loved him you fucking piece of shit. And now I’ll never get to fucking tell him,” she sobbed. To my luck, the gun she chose had a harsh kickback, causing the shot to miss my head, but only by a hair. I mussed my hair, returning to the look she was accustomed to before pulling the pretentious council robe off, showing I was strapped with as many stray weapons I could grab from my previous bodies.

“Nova, please don’t fucking shoot at me,” I shouted, more annoyed than angry.

“R-Rick-” In her shock, Riq IV was able to grab her, holding his gun to her head.

“You just can’t keep a dumb Rick down can you?” he seethed, backing away to the window. I quickly took out the other Ricks surrounding us, leaving only one shit stain left.

“Let her go,” I growled through gritted teeth.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen here, N-682.” Riq IV started, slowly getting closer to the window. “I’m going to take your Nova, and you’re not going to shoot at us because you’re not going to risk her insignificant life,” he sneered. My eyes locked with Nova’s trying to find the best course of action that would kill Riq IV with minimal damage to her.

“Who’s to say I won’t let that happen, dick. You truly underestimate how badly I want you dead,” I told him darkly, not looking at her.

“Rick!”

“You won’t kill her, not every Rick can just kill their Nova. Especially not when they love her,” he taunted. “Luckily for me, I never had a Nova, I have no attachment to her kind.”

“I’ve only had her for a couple of months, I lived my whole life without her, I think I can go a couple more decades,” I sighed and turned to her, “Nothing personal sweetheart, I’d just rather have him dead.”

“You fucking asshole,” she sobbed, turning away from me into Riq IV’s chest.

“Oh, maybe I could get used to this,” Riq IV said deviously, lowering his weapon for the briefest of seconds as Nova stared up at him before kneeing him right in the groin. As she ducked out of the way, I took my open shot, getting him directly between the eyes. The shock stilled us as we watched the Council leader fall gracelessly to the ground dead. We stared at each other before she came to her senses and launched herself into my arms.

“Nova, I’m sorry,” I murmured, kissing her desperately. “I didn’t mean it, I promise. I’m so sorry.”

“Rick, I know it’s okay, I know,” she assured me, burying her face in my neck as she clung to me. “Please, please just take me home.”

“I will baby, I will,” I told her, “I just have to finish what I started.” I pulled my portal gun away from Scar, silently thanking him for protecting her for as long as he had.

“He saved me, you know,” she murmured, staring down at him sadly. “I was going to kill them, the council a-and I think they knew that. H-He sacrificed himself for me.”

“I knew he would.” I kissed her head, opening a portal into the level nine control room. A groflamite appeared, trying to stop us but I shot him quickly.

“Wh-where are we?” she asked nervously, staring at the dead bug on the ground.

“This would be the level nine control room, I came here to topple a government,” I told her with a shrug. She stared at me with wide eyes as I typed into the computer, accessing their economy with far too little button clicks. “What?” I asked as she gaped at me. “I’d prefer it if we didn’t have to do this again.”

“S-So are you gonna like, redirect their missiles? Or disintegrate their space fleet?” she suggested.

“You sound like Morty and Summer,” I rolled my eyes. “No, I prefer to do things the easy way. Like, change a one to a zero.” The operation complete, I opened another portal, this time directly into my garage, pulling Nova along behind me just in time to watch as ships took off from Earth. Damn, they moved fast.

“D-Dad? Nova?” Beth said, sounding stunned from the doorway. “Where have you been? We haven’t seen you in over a week! There was a new government, they gave Jerry a job but apparently, their entire economy just collapsed. So, it looks like he’s out of a job again.”

I looked between Beth and her best friend, opting to just shrug. “I was out.”

“By the way Nova, Ryan’s been looking for you. He wants you to come home,” she rolled her eyes. “You know you’re welcome here as long as you need, right?”

Nova nodded, still shellshocked from waging a brief but entire war against two different governments. “M-Maybe it's time I go home,” she murmured sadly. She remained silent as Beth sighed at us both, shaking her head as she left the room.

“Y-You okay?” I asked hesitantly as she stared blankly ahead. She shook her head sharply, breaking herself from her train of thought and smiled weakly.

“Are you?”

”I’m better now that you’re safe,” I murmured, pulling her into my arms. We were silent for a while, just enjoying each other’s embrace. “I love you, Nova,” I murmured into her hair as we swayed. She stopped, looking up at me longingly before returning her face to my chest.

”I love you too.”

+Ch8: What It Is To Burn+

#rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez/reader

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Friends will be friends (or more)

pairing sirius x reader

warnings angst, swearing and fluff

A/N Soo this is my first fic. I would like to thank @futurewriter2000 for everything she has done for me. She is such a kind, caring friend and such a good writer. She helped me so much and without her I probably wouldn't have posted this.

GIF IS NOT MINE

READER'S POV

I knew I was in deep shit when I realised that I had a crush on my best friend, Sirius Black. But how could I not, with his silky, thick, curly hair and those eyes that seemed like the sky on a - ugh, I was daydreaming again. And the worst part, I was almost certain that he liked me just as a friend. Fortunately, I was able to act like I wasn't l̶o̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ liking him. I was just leaving the classroom with the marauders after a really boring, long class of history of magic, spent doodling on my parchment. Despite the fact that they had been talking about Quidditch for the last five minutes (I disliked Quidditch because I was as tactful as a bull in a china shop), I was too busy to make a sarcastic comment as I was doing more important things - meaning that I was stealing glances from Sirius.

I began the deep friendship with the marauders in my fourth year. I was the first person who outranked them at a rather unsuccessful prank.

-throwback-

I barely woke up after the last night's Halloween feast, swearing that I would never eat so many sweets again - a lie that I had told myself every other year. I lazily got up and went to the bathroom, then got dressed. My best friends, Lily and Marlene, were still sleeping. I chuckled as I heard Marlene mumbling in her sleep, catching the words "pastries everywhere". However, when I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but scream.

"FUCKING HELL I SWEAR I'M GONNA-" before I could stop the door was ripped open, a red-head staying in front of me.

"Wha-what is happening?" asked Lily worried, but as soon as she saw me she started laughing hysterically.

"LILY IT'S NOT FUNNY MY BLOODY HAIR IS BABY BLUE! IT LOOKS LIKE MERLIN'S HAT!" I roared annoyed.

"Calm down, Y/N, stop being ridiculous. It was obviously the 'mighty' marauders." she joked. Then she stopped and looked at me for a moment. "This morning we go to Hogsmeade, don't we?"

"Yeah...but where do you want to go with that?" I asked confused, not seeing any connection.

"Oh sweet, innocent Y/N/N, " she teased, a devilish smirk spreading on her face, "today you are going to make such a big statement that you are going to leave our dear Sirius with his mouth open like he is at the dentist. Marls, it's a fashion emergency!" I have never seen Marlene getting up so quickly before.

Long story short, when I arrived in the Great Hall wearing a lace crop top, skinny jeans, high heels all matching to my now slightly wavy hair, I could have sworn I saw Sirius spilling his pumpkin juice in his lap. Then, James complimented my hair. Remus apologised and Sirius invited me to go with them at The Three Broomsticks. I spent my day talking, laughing and drinking Butterbeer, and, to be honest, it was one of the most beautiful days of my life.

-end of throwback-

That's how we became friends. I figured out Remus' "furry little problem" at the end of the fourth year, and by now I was known as the fifth marauder. I've always helped them with their pranks; setting them up, finding ideas or even getting them out of trouble. After all, I was considered by most of the professors a quiet, model student, and it was quite useful added to a completely chaste smile.

"Um... Y/N/N?" a pinch on my cheek broke the trance in which I was. I saw the boys all staring at me. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.

"You said something?"

"No...We just asked you two times if you want to have lunch outside?" Remus admitted in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes! Sorry, I zoned out a bit." I mumbled. 'Yeah, thinking about the constant cliche drama-love-story in which I star for some time. Keep going that way, Y/N!' I thought.

"Well it's certainly not the first time, is it honey? Is something or someone on your mind?" James retorted, followed by a knowing smirk and a wink. How did he knew? It wasn't like I told anyone. That annoying brat!

Later that day, after an uncomfortable meal, I finally ran into James sitting on an armchair in the common room, reading a quidditch magazine.

"How do you know?" I asked as soon as I'd seen him, taking the magazine from his face.

"Well good afternoon to you, too, my dear friend! What a beautiful day it is, isn't it? Bright sun, a warm breeze, teenage love -" I gave him a smack. "Augh! I don't think I deserved that!" he stopped, dramatically rubbing his shoulder.

"Tell me this instant, Potter!"

"What?"

"How do you know I have a crush on Sirius?" I said, feeling the blush starting to creep up on my cheeks.

"I've only suspected, but now I certainly know that it's true!" Prongs stated, proud smile on his face, turning to leave.

"Oh, don't you dare leave! I haven't finished yet! Promise me that you won't tell a soul! He can't find out!" I exclaimed, a little panicked.

"Ok, ok! I swear! Geez, chill out, crazy woman! But what are you going to do about it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean - you can't just act like nothing's happening forever. Won't you tell him?"

"It's useless. He doesn't like me that way. It will only destroy our friendship!" and that was my biggest fear. I couldn't let that happen.

Both of us were startled when we heard the door swung open, Sirius bursting happily in the common room.

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

"Guess who's got a girlfriend?" Sirius said proudly, adding then in a whisper "Hint: it's me!"

"What!? Who?" I asked cautiously, hoping that my voice wasn't as brittle as I thought.

"Madeline" he responded, his eyes twinkling like stars.

I felt my heart sunk. Madeline Vega was a gorgeous Hufflepuff; beautiful, funny, charismatic, smart, she had it all. All in all, she was a perfect match for Sirius. Like he'd read my thoughts, James shot me a pitiful look. And I tried to be happy for my friend, I really wanted to. But at that moment all I wanted to do was to tell him the truth and run away from everybody. But I didn't.

SIRIUS' POV

I arrived in the common room after I had spent the whole day in Hogsmeade with Maddy. 𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. She was a light in the darkness that seemed to follow me everywhere. She was the breath of fresh air that I needed. However, she was not the only girl that cared for me. Y/N has been quite distant lately and it started to feel strange. She always loved to make people laugh and now she barely speaks. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. I reached the dorm where the boys were lying casually on their beds, looking at me.

"So you have a girlfriend now, don't you?" Remus broke the silence. "How come?"

"Remy, you know that no one can resist my charms! Just look at me!"

"I am serious."

"No, you are Remus!" I reminded him, earning a death glare and a thrown book, from which I dodged easily. "Ok, ok. I started being friends with her through Potions, and we'd become closer and closer until I asked her to be my girlfriend today!" I was assigned with Maddy at the beginning of the year and I've always liked her. "She is wonderful," I said. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥- "Hey! Where is Y/N? Weren't we supposed to meet this afternoon?" I asked, remembering that today I promised Y/N to help her with the Transfiguration's essay.

"Yes. She came here at three o'clock when you should have met, waiting here for an hour, but 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 clearly had better things to do than keep promises!" James frowned. I looked at the clock - 6 o'clock. 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴!

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the Quidditch practice and be there on time because I respect a fixed arrangement!" he'd added before storming off.

"What should I do, Moony? She'll never forgive me." I asked hopelessly.

"Of course she'll forgive you, you drama queen, you just need to apologise."

"And give her some sweets!" Peter added, pointing at the Honeydukes bag I had bought earlier. I took it and headed to the girls' dorm. 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸.

READER'S POV

I was still mad at Sirius for forgetting about our study meeting, but fortunately, James helped me with that essay. I was on my way to the girls' dorm when I saw Sirius staying on the ground, waiting for somebody.

"Oh! Y/N! Thank god! I am so sorry! I know you needed help and I am so, so sorry that I forgot! Please let me at least make up!" Siriuis implored, sadness darkening his grey eyes.

"Calm down! Of course, I'll forgive you, you're my best friend!" I said reassuringly.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he shouted exited, squeezing me in a bone-crushing hug. "Oh! I almost forgot - I also got you some sweets!" he remembered, giving me the bag. It was full of my favourite chocolates and jellies from Honeydukes.

"You shouldn't have, thank you! But why were you waiting on the floor?" I asked, suddenly remembering how I've found him.

"Well, actually Lily didn't want to let me in..." he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "She said, I quote, 'We don't let losers here!'" he imitated Lily's voice."But I guess I deserved that."

"Yeah, you kinda did," I told him, but at his shocked expression, you added "What? You are a loser! Forgetting about a meeting with your amazing, smart beautiful friend!"

We both stared at each other for a few seconds, then laughed. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴!

But everything came back to the usual awkwardness the next day at breakfast. I couldn't stand watching them holding hands while eating, or kissing after class, so I started to avoid him. Every day I spent my free time in places where I knew for sure he wouldn't be, but I still saw him in the common room or at lunchtime.

Today, for example, I went to the library and stayed at the most isolated desk. I'd just finished my Potions essay when I saw a couple kissing near me. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦. Taking a closer look, I couldn't believe my eyes. Corey McLaren, a seventh-year Hufflepuff was snogging with... Madeline! She's Sirius girlfriend! That cheating liar! How could she?

I quickly took my books and left without being seen. I needed to tell him. I hurried to the boys' dorm and knocked a few times. In a moment, Remus opened the door.

"Hey Y/N/N! What are you doing here?" he asked happily.

"I need to find Sirius! Do you know where he is?"

"He left a couple of minutes ago to the Great Lake. Why?"

"I can't tell you right now! I have to go! and with that, you left.

I saw Sirius sitting on a bench, staring at the lake. I quickly sat next to him.

"Y/N! What happened?" he asked worriedly.

SIRIUS' POV

I have received another letter from mother. Last summer I ran away from that hell, and now apparently she disowned me. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. Still, after I'd read it, I needed to go outside. I wanted to break free.

Soon I saw a silhouette that resembled Y/N coming closer. When I saw her face, her big, usually bright, Y/E/C eyes now veiled with sadness, I knew something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Y/N! What happened?" I asked, seeing that she was avoiding my stare.

"Sirius I am so sorry - I was in the library, studying when I saw Madeline... Maddy kissing Corey McLaren," she confessed. "As soon as I'd seen her, I looked for you in your room, and Remus -"

"Stop. She couldn't have done that. She is Madeline, she wouldn't cheat on me." I interrupted her.

"Maybe she is not the angel she pretends to be." she tried to explain.

"I knew you didn't like Maddy, but did you really think that you could come and lie to me like that?" I spat.

"You don't believe me? I had seen her with my own eyes!" she snapped.

"Of course I don't believe you! I thought higher of you, but you clearly let the jealousy talking! I rebuked.

"You know what, you're a bloody idiot! I can't believe that I actually loved you!" she shouted. "Stay with your cheating girlfriend, for all I care- but don't ever come back to me when you find the truth!" with tears spilling on her cheeks she left.

She loved me and I had just broken her heart. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵.

I lit a cigarette. 𝘐𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵. I haven't realised when it started to rain. A hurricane of thoughts was ravishing my mind. Did Maddy really do such a thing? Did I destroy my friendship with Y/N? Did she love me? I threw the stump in the lake and left. I was soaking wet, but I didn't care. 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

When I reached the dorm I was welcomed by a furious James. He smacked me right in the face.

"What the fuck, mate!" I asked, feeling the blood trickling from my nose.

"Do you really believe that cheating bitch instead of Y/N, our best friend for two years?" James roared.

"Hey! She's my girlfriend!"

"Look at him! Then go to your pretty, angelic girlfriend who is more important than your friends!" James frowned.

"Remus?" I asked, hoping that he would understand me.

"I agree with James here, mate," he responded.

"Fine," I said. And I left.

READER'S POV

I had been crying long before I got into my dorm, our argument playing and replaying in my mind. Lily and Marlene weren't there, so I decided that I needed a nap.

I was woken up by Lily, who was nudging me gently.

"Y/N? What happened? Have you been crying?"

So I told them everything; how I'd seen Madeline, then went to Remus, found Sirius, then finally the argument we had.

"Hmm...A cheating liar and a stupid brat, I think they deserve each other!" Marlene stated after I'd finished.

"A stupid brat that I happen to know and love!" I said, with dried tears on my cheeks.

"Oh, I promise if he tries to hurt you once more I am personally going to beat the shit out of him!" Lily vowed. I laughed for the first time that day.

"There's that beautiful laugh!" Marlene smiled.

They stayed with me for a while, chatting and eating our stash of sweets, listening to old records.

"We have to go to dinner!" Lily announced after two hours of fun.

"You go, I'm going to stay here!" I told them. I still wasn't ready to face the boys.

"Are you sure?" Marlene asked.

"Yes."

They hugged me warmly and left.

Two weeks have passed and I have barely talked with the marauders. James tried to reach out to me several times, but I've brushed him off. We only greeted each other in the common room. And Sirius - he was still with Madeline. He made his choice not to believe me and I made my choice, too.

It was another night when I only shifted in my bed; I couldn't sleep. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. And another one, and another one.

"Y/N, OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!" Marlene shouted from her bed, her head under the pillow.

I got up, put on my slippers and opened the door. I immediately recognized the person in front of me.

"Sirius."

SIRIUS' POV

The weeks without Y/N being near us, speaking, laughing, drove me mad. Maddy still was my girlfriend, though not a day passed without thinking about Y/N's words.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.

I was in the library with Remus. While he was looking for books, I took the liberty to wander around. As I was turning to leave, I saw two people snogging in the darkest corner. However, I could recognise that wavy, golden hair anywhere.

"Maddy?" I saw her jump a little when she heard my voice. She turned to look at me and I saw the boy she was kissing - Corey McLaren.

"𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 - 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦... 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘔𝘤𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦?"

"𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩!"

She was right. And I was an idiot.

"We're over," I told her with a deathly calm, but before I'd left, I punched Corey in the face.

I went outside to the bench by the lake and looked around. The sun was setting. The sky looked like a canvas, colours blending in harmony. How could I let everything happen that way? Why didn't I believe Y/N?

Soon the night came, but I didn't care. I stayed outside, looking at the stars. Then, I got up and let my feet carry me anywhere they wanted.

I was in front of her bedroom. Before I could stop myself, I knocked.

READER'S POV

"Sirius."

"Please listen to me for a few minutes. Then, I won't bother you anymore." he begged.

"Ok."

"Follow me," he said. We walked without saying anything, finally arriving in the Astronomy Tower. He stopped near the window and turned to me.

"I am an idiot and I know it. And you were right. So right. I was blinded by the idea of love and forgot about those who really care for me, truly love me. And I was lying that day, I trust you with my life. I am truly sorry that you had to distance yourself from your friends because of me. I love you. I realised when you told me that you had loved me. Please give me one more chance- "

"I love you too," I interrupted and came closer. I could feel his warm breath on my face, "I love you so much that it hurts."

Then he kissed me so gently and softly, yet so lovingly. I put my hand in his curly, dark hair and he put a hand on my back, slowly drawing patterns. Then he broke it, not letting go of my back.

"I love you." he whispered, before pulling me in another sweet, long kiss.

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some things I noticed during the latest chapter (aka you all knew this was coming because 199 was made for me!)

So, why did this take me so long? Well, obviously, there weren’t only a handful notable panels for me this time! Also I was really busy and I wanted to do this on my PC so that I don’t have to split it up in multiple parts again. So… chapter 199, huh? What a great time to be alive for all my fellow birb boy stans out there! Though I must say, I am a tiny bit disappointed in one aspect: I don’t think they brought across Toko boy’s character as well as they could in this chapter. Where were all the angsty one liners? Where was the edginess? There was a lot of hood Hawks and more amazing pictures than I ever imagined, but… yeah, it just didn’t feel as much like my boy as I hoped it would. Nevertheless, I am obviously really excited that we get to see so much of him - I’ve been waiting for some insight in the Hawk’s internship since it was first confirmed that Toky also had taken one and all the fanons that became canon! But let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

Starting off strong with a beautiful Hawks! Amazing! 10/10!

My poor boy, look at his little legs!

Wheeze wheeze indeed! Again, confirmation that Tokoyami really wasn’t in the best phyical shape (compared to the other 1A members that is!). I really like how they subtlety show us development in characters like the bird boy through panels like this one. Also don’t you think these two sidekicks look like half a Tokoyami each? Like, we have the “beak” and the black clothes. That means the whole group is actually more like a 1.5 bird, right?

Tokoyami, starting to stand up for himself! That’s the good stuff!

I think we all lost our shit at this panel, right? I mean. Holy fuck! I think horikoshi just goes to the bnha tag on tumblr when he runs out of ideas and goes like “Yeah, that’s stupid, let’s put that in!”. Also Hawks giving no single shit is my aesthetic.

What kind of response is that???? Also Toky is so fucking done I’m crying

(Did anyone else notice the braclets? Do they serve a purpose? I don’t think so. Oh boy. Also the choker. I was kinda hoping he had painted nails as well, but I guess we can’t get everything straight away, right?)

So first of all - yes, yes he does!

Secondly “birdman”? Man? Really? You wanna call this 5′2 goth teenie a man?

Fierce!

Poor boy, I feel you though.

I love how this is phrased. “He decided to take me again”. Because to my understanding, the students have to seek out their employers themselves - they don’t get offers like they did during the week long internship. That means Tokoyami was the one to contact Hawks and ask him to take him under his wings again (pun intended). Although he said he had learned nothing last time! Although he went into the internship with the mindset, that Hawks was just interested in his connection to class 1A.

So Tokoyami conciously sought him out to prove him and himself how much more he had in him than Hawks had realized! And I love this aspect of my boy, because it has never been shown before. He always was trying his best, but he never really displayed such a direct, stubborn will to prove himself. Again, I love how subtly Horikoshi lets side characters grow. It’s one of the things I love most about bnha.

TENEBROUS ABYSS BODY!

No but seriously, look at his eyes, look at that determination! How can people not love this boy? Also at least we get an edgy “nay” here, so good job!

Recognition!

Look at them smirk, I fucking love Hawks!

You know what I really like about this panel? Normally, when Tokoyami uses his Black Ankh, you don’t really see his eyes but mainly those of dark shadow. But here it’s the opposite. For me, that again represent his growth - he isn’t hiding behind Dark’s strength anymore! That goes along really well with the overall message of this chapter. Gotta love hero aca for it’s story telling.

And the next second he looks like a tiny precious bird again. His beak is so round! Ugh, i wanna hug him so much right now!

And again, everyone looses their collective shit.

one whole bird!

But i’ve literally seen fanarts exactly like this before this chapter came out! What the fuck, Horikoshi??

I do not like the implication that Hawks might not have asked for Toky’y permission and just picked him up though. But then again I guess we just weren’t shown. I can’t wait for this to get animated!!

Also “We’ve become one with the wind!” is also a respectable Tokoyami line.

“!” “?”

Hawk’s using Tokoyami’s real name while everyone else calls him Tsukuyomi is also great. I wonder if he has done that before or if this is the first time. But I also wonder what it might imply. Maybe it shows that he doesn’t see him as but a trainee, or maybe that he can’t really recognize him as a hero yet. I’d say I hope to see more of their relationship in the future, but to be honest, I doubt it.

I can’t wrap my mind around the way my boy is drawn here! On one hand I love it - look how fluffy his feathers seem! - but it’s also a tad strange. But again, fierce Toky speaking his mind!

Mentoring!

Also look at how tiny Tokoyami is!!! God I love this boy!

Why does it make me laugh every time when Hawks talks about them being birds?

Hawks looks so damn cool here!

But aren’t we gonna talk about how Toky clings to the mast? I mean good decision, but I still find it funny. Hawks is all dramatic, staring into the distance, and Toky’s like “yeah I really appreciate the advise and all but if I fall I will die!”

Still dramatically raking off his cape!

Also same, it sounds fucking awesome!

Momo, could you please stop being so gorgeous? Also please change your costume, it’s winter and this is very impractical to begin with! But still, I will always love that they actually give my girl some fat rolls!

Still at it with taking off your cape? Also again: cape buddies!

And Tokoyami looks hot from this point of view as well. Does that make me a furry? Am I being a furry?

Oh, and Toru gets some lines! Not gonna lie, kinda forgot she was there for a second.

The edgelords are back at it!

I absolutely love how they show that fighting isn’t only about punching stuff and strategy isn’t only observing. The manipulation factor is fascinating and I love how they give this trait to a side character like Kuroiro. He’s generally an interesting guy this far - I hope we’ll see more of him in future chapters.

They didn’t even try to add Toru to the picture! Poor Toru stands, hoping she’d get some more screen time during this arc…

Also I love how for once it isn’t Aoyama who’s being eccentric.

And my boy still looks so fierce and those arms!

PHAHAHAHAHAH THIS IS BLOODY AMAZING I LOVE THIS PANEL SO MUCH OH MY GOD!

Cue to me crying in the background

(Same)

Ok but this panel is hilarious. I can’t even fully tell while but just… look at his pose!

I love seeing my boy improve (obviously) and it’s again a nice reminder of how much happens behind the scenes in this story.

Ambitious!

Also every Tokoyami/Aoyama shipper is probably crying right now as is Aoyama because his cape got ripped in half

Up up an away my boy!

More gorgeous Momo! Her eyes! Her hair! God I’m so gay!

Quod erat demonstrandum!

Also “Keep flying around freely” is a line I never dared to hope to hear in relation with my birb boy. This chapter is a dream come true.

I will never get tired of seeing Dark and Tokoyami interact. I wish we knew more about those two!

RRRRMMMBBBBBBB

Aoyama is so pissed look at him! My poor dude!

He just… plops out of the shadows. Yeah, how’s life going?

Ah, my girl, my beautiful girl! You sure do think of everything - one of my favorite traits of you. Also it’s nice that Hagakure gets some lines. She has really been neglected this chapter. Then again, I assume 200 will be about Momo’s fight with Kinoko (which I find really surprising - I was sure 200 was going to be Midorya centered! I’m not complaining though), so maybe Hagakure will get to show off against Manga? But then again, there’s also Kendou who I think will be a Momo opponent as well (seeing how the two got history and, as even mentioned last chapter, have a friendly rivalry). I sure am excited to see how this arc will develop, though I am still scared that this group of class A might have to loose in order to maintain a balance to make the final battle and therefore the clash of Izuku and Shinsou count.

Looking foreward to next week and thank’s to everyone, who stuck around for this rant :D

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