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xxiamtiebrousxx · 1 year

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Euphoria (Jotaro x Reader Oneshot | This Bizarre World)

A/n: Also known as "The Scent That Stole Jotaro Kujo."

Euphoria: noun. A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

Fear: noun: fear; plural noun: fears. An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.

Euphoria and Fear were two gasses I could produce with the help of my Stand, (favorite song). I used them more than the other gasses. I could produce many gasses with different smells and effects. Euphoria created a vision of pleasure and happiness while Fear created a vision of horror and nightmares. They were basically like hallucination inducing drugs. I could pick and create the vision, make it whatever I needed to help me when the battle. The only downside is that (favorite song)’s effects didn’t last long. I would have to reapply the gasses every few hours. Another way to break free from my powers was to receive fresh air from me or just breathing in natural air. I didn’t just produce gasses you know.

As a Stand User, I usually found myself fighting others. Stand Users are bound to meet eventually. That’s exactly what happened to me. I found myself before DIO, a great and powerful Stand User who promised me power. But I could only get power if I did a small task for him. I was to bring him Jotaro Kujo so that DIO could kill him. The Joestars and friends were on their way to kill DIO. Of course, I couldn't allow that since he was my path to greatness. I agreed to bring Jotaro to DIO once he arrived in Egypt. It wasn’t long until Jotaro got here. It was my time to strike.

“Yare yare daze (good grief) Jiji (old man), why do we have to stop and smell the flowers?”

“Because it’s an actual flower shop, JoJo,” Joseph Joestar replied. “I’d like to bring some flowers home once we defeat DIO. I think your mother and grandmother would like them.”

“Geez old man, they’ll rot before we even get on the plane,” Jotaro retorted. I stalked them from afar. I hid behind a telephone pole. It was just Jotaro and Joseph. The others had gone off to find a hotel to rest at. This was my chance! I crept up behind Jotaro as Joseph entered the shop. Jotaro sighed and pulled his hat down to cover his face. I quietly made my way to him. The plan was to keep quiet and act normal. I pretended to examine the countless bouquets in the boxes. I rubbed my fingers together, releasing a Curiosity scent. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around some flowers near Jotaro. He didn’t notice. Jotaro was too busy lighting a cigarette. Hmm, that could work, I said to myself. I replaced the Curiosity scent with Euphoria. I waved my hand towards the smoke. The gas returned to the source and reached Jotaro. He took a good whiff of the gas. He started coughing and nearly fell back. (Favorite song) came out and caught him before he fell. Jotaro’s eyes were covered in a pink, glossy mist. I smirked. He was under my control.

“What do you see?” I asked. “What do you smell?” Euphoria, as well as the other gasses, smelled differently depending on the victim. I was curious and always asked.

“I see my mother,” he answered. Hmm, that’s a new one. No one else has ever mentioned seeing their mothers in their visions. All my victims usually dislike their mothers. “I can smell her cooking in the kitchen. Jiji’s cologne floats through the air. It’s very strong. I can smell the ocean.”

“That was very detailed,” I said. “Now, will you please follow me?” I grabbed Jotaro’s hand, but he roughly pulled away.

“I can’t see you clearly,” he replied. “How do I know where to follow you?” I sighed.

“Right,” I answered. “(Favorite song), can you please alter his vision so he can see me and our surroundings?” I asked. (Favorite song) nodded and snapped their fingers, releasing another gas that Jotaro inhaled. “Thank you,” I said. “Now do you see me?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Where am I?” I groaned. Most gasses could cloud the victims’ minds and make them forget certain things. This was one case.

“You’re in Cairo, Egypt,” I plainly said. I struggled to come up with a lie. I needed Jotaro to follow me. “I’m taking you back your… your mother! Yes, that’s right. You got lost and I know the hotel she’s at.” I grabbed his hand again. “Follow me please.” It was only a day’s trip to DIO’s castle by foot. It wasn’t that far, but with a dazed, drugged up Jotaro, it was. We could’ve gotten there in a few hours but fate said no. He kept wandering away or stopped in the middle of walking. He kept asking me questions and complimenting me. It was like handling a distracted child. I cared for the Mannish Baby and he was easier to handle than Jotaro. The great Jotaro who defeated so many of DIO’s minions was holding my hand and kicking a rock down the path. He had come down to this. Such a pity. It seemed like a long day, even though we were walking for ten minutes. The rest of his friends would be coming for me soon. “Hey Jotaro,” I said with a fake smile, “how about we go take a taxi to the hotel? It’s better than walking.”

“Sure,” he answered. “I took a quick glance behind me and saw Joseph in the crowd.

“JoJo, where are you?!” he called out. “Jotaro, answer me! Where are you?”

“Oh we’ve got to go,” I replied. There was no time for a taxi. We would have to hide in another hotel until I could get Jotaro far away. I ran across the streets with Jotaro in hand and into the nearest hotel. “I need a room for two please!” I yelled, slamming down my credit card. “Please make it quick!” The receptionist looked at me.

“Uh, okay,” he hesitated. It took a while but I was able to get the room. It came with two beds and one walk-in shower. I plopped down on the bed, sighing. I covered my eyes with my arm.

“Can we swim in the pool?” Jotaro asked.

“No,” I answered.

“Can I get room service?” he asked.

“No,” I replied. Suddenly, I was grabbed harshly by my wrists and hoisted off the bed. (Favorite Song) appeared behind me and raised their fist. Star Platinum let go of one of my hands and protected himself from my attack. My hand cracked from the collision. “Geez!” I exclaimed, pulling back my fist. “What are you? A wall?” Jotaro grabbed my collar.

“What did you do to me?” he harshly asked.

“You were under my control,” I answered. “I made you see what you wanted to see. Or what I wanted you to see at least.” Jotaro pushed me onto the bed.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “I’d like to know so I can put it on your grave.” My heart did a little flip. Was that a threat? My mind didn’t seem to think so.

“My name is Y/n,” I said. Jotaro scoffed, turning around. “What? You don’t think it’s a nice name? I think it’s a nice name.” I got off the bed. “Now if you excuse me, I need to get going.” Star Platinum pulled me back. “Hey!” I exclaimed.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Jotaro said. (Favorite song) appeared and punched Star Platinum. His user flinched. I smirked. I raised a hand full of Euphoria. Jotaro must’ve recognized the scent because he moved back. I chuckled.

“What? Are you scared?” I laughed louder. ��Oh JoJo, are you really scared of me? Well, you should be. I could poison you with a toxic gas mixed with a vision inducing scent. You’ll die having the happiest moment. Would you like that, JoJo?” Jotaro pushed me against the wall. He didn’t push me hard. A bit of air was pushed out of my lungs.

“Don’t call me JoJo,” he said, slamming his hand on the wall. “That’s a nickname reserved for people I actually like.” I blushed a little.

“So I can only call you JoJo if you like me?” I asked. I crossed my arms. “Well, it seems you’ve made a challenge for me?” Jotaro backed away. His face showed shock. I grabbed the door’s handle. “If you excuse me JoJo, I’m off to make myself a person you’ll like.”

“W-what?” he stuttered. I smiled.

“You heard me right,” I answered. “I’m off to become a person you’ll like. I’ll come back when we’re both ready.” Jotaro blushed a little. He covered it up by pulling down his hat.

“Yare yare daze (Good grief),” he said. “I’m gonna let you go so I can see how far this goes. You can follow my friends and I, but just know, I won’t hesitate to beat you to a pulp.” I smiled.

“I think we’re going to have fun with this challenge, JoJo,” I replied. “I’m starting to like you already.”

#Anime #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure X Reader #Jjba X Reader #Romance #Fluff #One shots #jotaro x reader #Jotaro kujo #sdc #stardust crusaders #slight humor

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drades-lair · 2 years

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Mates

The club was just what Blitz wanted right now, loud music, smell of smoke and good drinks. Work had been literal hell this week, so Blitz needed just a few hours of distraction before going back to reality. Wearing his leather jacket, black wash jeans and crimson button-down Blitz was strutting his stuff right to the bar. The bar tender slid a bottle of beer to Blitz that he caught single handed, taking a swig. "Well, well, if it isn't Blitzo!" Came an all too familiar voice that caused Blitz to spew his beer. "Fizz? What the fuck are you doing here?" Blitz exclaimed, spinning around to face the other imp. "I should be asking you that. Looking for someone else’s life to ruin?" Fizz taunted Blitz took note of how Fizz wasn't wearing his usual jester get up instead dressed in a long-sleeved yellow sweater and blue jeans leaving his partial horns exposed without the hat. Blitz felt the white patch on his face ache a little at seeing Fizz's damaged horns. "Of course, not and as I recall it wasn't me who ruined your life!" Blitz shot back bitterly "Oh really! Says the fuck up who couldn't even tell the simplest jokes!" Fizz spat back "Whatever can you just fuck off all ready! I’m trying to enjoy myself," Blitz growled irritably "Oh no! You don't get to just walk away this time! You fucking screw up! You can't do anything right ever! You fucked up my life and everyone that followed! Begs the question when are you going to fuck up the lives of your 'employees'? Hmm?" Fizz berated Blitz making him grimace as Fizz's words burrowed their way into his brain. "N-no! I'm...I wouldn't..." Blitz tried to defend himself but those words were the exact things he'd said to himself on more then a few occasions. "Sure, you will Blitzo! You ruin everyone and thing you come in contact with!" Fizz's words carried so much venom Blitz felt it penetrating his very soul. "Sounds like Yer speakin' from experience," Blitz damn near gave himself whiplash with the speed he spun his neck around towards the second familiar voice of the evening. Leaning against the bar with a leg crooked, cowboy hat tipped over his face and a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand was Striker. A single yellow eye peered from under that hat straight at Fizz and there was a very distinct rattle sounding from his direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Fizz asked indignantly "Me? I'm the fucking mate of the one you're belittling," Striker growled low as he pushed off the bar to come stand next to Blitz. "Mate!? There's no fucking way you've got a mate!" Fizz exclaimed in true shocked surprise "Aw, what's the matter bitch? Jealous Blitz was able to get a hot piece of ass like me?" Striker taunted flashing his fangs "Striker, you don't need to do this! I had this handled!" Blitz interjected irritability "I know you did Darlin' but as a source of pride I can't let this bitch get away with sayin' those things to Ya," Striker retorted with a wink Blitz could appreciate what Striker was trying to do but at the same time he couldn't shake what Fizz had just said. Striker's tail snaked around Blitz's calve as he reached up to not so subtly adjust his bandanna revealing the mating mark on his nape. "You're a fucking cocky bastard! Its absolutely disgusting!" Fizz sloppily insulted as he flushed red. "Sure am, also a better lay then you ever were," Striker shot back with a hiss Blitz by this point felt like he should say something but found himself tongue tied, it was a very unusual feeling to have someone stand up for him. Everyone hated him or at least that’s what Blitz thought most of his life proven when not even Moxxie or Millie would stand up for him when he got into shit however watching Striker right now tell Fizz to go get fucked…it was nice to have someone in his corner for once.

“You fucker! How dare you!” Fizz growled, raising a hand to slap Striker only to have his hand snatched mid air.

“Now, now, no need for that,” Striker hissed again, his tail rattling furiously now from where it still sat coiled around Blitz’s calve. Suddenly a low growl erupted from Blitz drawing both Fizz and Striker’s attention to him.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Blitz snarled, pushing himself between Striker and Fizz now much to the surprise of both parties. Striker released Fizz’s hand as Blitz firmly planted himself between them, teeth bared and eyes flashing red with anger. Fizz took a step backwards at the sudden display of dominance from Blitz, a side he’d not seen before. Blitz’s spines were flared on his back as his tail coiled tightly around Striker’s waist in a possessive manner, but Striker didn’t mind in fact he gave a smug smirk in Fizz’s direction.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?” Fizz asked hesitantly

“You can say or do whatever you want to me but if you touch him, I will tare your fucking throat out!” Blitz snarled

Fizz was so taken aback by this display he lost all the gumption he once had instantly backing up before huffing a scoff as he headed for the nearest exit door. Blitz waited till Fizz was out of sight then he turned to face Striker who still had that smug smile plastered on his features. Striker was just about to say something when Blitz roughly used his tail to yank the pale imp into a heated kiss, a claiming kiss which Striker happily returned.

“Fuck Blitz! Never knew how possessive you could get,” Striker chuckled upon pulling from the kiss.

“No one but me is aloud to touch you!” Blitz growled against Striker’s nape where the mating mark he placed there was.

“Hmm, love when Ya talk dirty sugar. How’s about we blow this place before Ya start fuckin’ me right on the bar top?” Striker suggested with a hum of approval

“Yes,” Blitz simply breathed out

The two of them quickly paid their way then took off out of the club, Blitz hopping on bombproof behind Striker, tail still coiled tightly around the other imp’s waist. On the ride back to Blitz’s apartment Striker could feel Blitz caressing along his sides and hips.

“You know, standing up for me was pretty hot cowboy,” Blitz purred seductively into Striker’s ear.

“That’s my job Darlin’, You might be my dominant but, in the end, we’re mates which means we protect one another,” Striker responded so nonchalantly and perhaps for him it was just how things were but for Blitz this was a new concept, something he’d never experienced.

“I…I’ve never…had someone do that for me…” Blitz hesitantly stammered out, pressing his face to the back of Striker’s neck to breath in his scent.

“I know…but that’s no longer the case, I will always defend Ya Blitz,” Striker promised glancing over his shoulder.

“And that just makes you hotter,” Blitz smirked gripping Striker’s hips a little harder

Striker released a deep chuckled at that, clicked his heels to get bombproof to go a little faster so they could get back to the apartment as soon as possible in order to show his mate exactly how much he loved him.

#Helluva boss #Helluva boss fanfiction #Helluva boss fanfic #fanfictions #fanfics #Striker #Blitzo #fizzaroiii #Blitzo X Striker #slight romance #angst #slight humor #drama #possessive Blitzo #Protective Striker #mating marks

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aspensofficialblog · 2 years

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Writing again buuuttt...

Author's note: this is currently being written at 1:01 am and is all over the place. Please proceed with caution. I decided I wanted to write again! Y'know, just a silly little drabblee.. but I was devoid of ideas. Ideas as in what ship to write: I will always have the allmighty prompts website to help me with scenarios. And so, here we are:

The holy wheel of danganronpa killing harmony characters. I will be spinning this twice and writing a drabble for the two characters! Depending on whether I'm familiar (and/or comfortable) with the ship in question, it will either be platonic or romantic. Ship results will be shown before the cut to avoid showing anybody a ship they don't fancy or that triggers them. Safety first! (All characters I ended up using are in tags!)

Starting off strong! I love Maki :3

And for our second character..

And ending strong! I got lucky here! Alright, here comes the cut. Click off here if you're not a fan of the ship or characters, because this drabble is romantic.

Now that we've got a good ship going, let's see what the prompts have in store!

Cute, but I'm horrible at future aus.. can I get something they can do in-game?

While flustered kaito sounds like a very funny (and sweet) thing to write, I am HORRIBLE at future aus! Damn me and my rotten luck ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

Oh Maki.. wait. I can work with this! A revised prompt: Maki is cuddling with a pillow at night, scared and a bit touch starved. Kaito notices and asks if she wants to cuddle. Kaito Momota, the luminary of the stars, had randomly awoken at a decent 2 (or.. earlier? later?) in the morning, greeted with a dull ache near the back of his head. And in turning it to the side, he saw a certain someone shuffle in their blankets. Maki Harukawa, who seemed a bit disturbed in her sleep, was currently causing Kaito a great deal of confusion on whether or not she had stirred awake. So, putting a hand on the floor to ground himself, he gently pushed himself up to look over Maki's back and get a glimpse of her face. And while her eyes looked shut tight, he couldn't help but notice she was currently gripping a pillow for dear life. And that Ryoma's pillow was missing. So, in an attempt to save both of his friends from an embarrassing morning and an uncomfortable sleep, he reached over Maki to slide his pillow under Ryoma's head. Turns out, Maki Harukawa was not a light sleeper. And an eyeful of Kaito's shirt draping off his chest was not exactly a reassuring sight to wake up to when about 9 people were in the same dorm, trying to avoid a murder. But she didn't scream. She just stared. And if an evil teddy bear wasn't enough to make Kaito's heart skip several beats, then Maki's eyes staring right into his soul definitely was. He ignored how it suddenly beat a bit faster after the initial shock stopped.

Alright, so there's a girl on the ground, eyes on you, grip on her pillow tightening by the second. She might be calm, but it seems more like she's expecting you to commit a warcrime and ask her to be a bit quieter about it when they ask what happened. What's the best thing you can do? "..Wouldn't you rather be holding an actual person?" That, apparently. And in the blink of an eye, her glare softens into a more confused expression. "..What?" "There's no way that trashy pillow is comfortable. And we're working on trust, aren't we?" Dead silence. "..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, I might have spoo-" "It's fine." He blinked. "Say what now?" She paused for a minute, and sighed. "I wouldn't mind. As long as you quiet down a bit. We're already sleeping in groups, so a little.. er... should be fine." Despite the muttering inbetween 'little' and 'should', that sounded like a plan! Maki, with a faint flush brought to her cheeks, passed the used pillow back underneath a sleeping Ryoma. He was out like a light. Kaito, looking down at her, slowly put one arm over her. She looked over with a surprised expression. And when she gave him a nod, he slipped another arm beneath her and pulled her closer. She took advantage of this, pretty much rolling around to face Kaito's chest. She wrapped her arms around him as well, and closed her eyes again. And even if neither of them knew why, they felt.. Safe.

#kaimaki #momoharu #harukaito #drv3 #fluff #drabble #oneshot #writing prompt #ship fluff #slight humor #the holy wheel #started at 12 am finished at 1:25 #this is going to be terrible when I get some sleep and look back at it #goodnight everybody

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3gremlins · 17 days

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me watching the new fallout series: idk about this ghoul, i think they tried to make him too good looking of a monster, idk if it's working for me

*they show a flashback of this character pre-ghoul* also me: oh no he's much hotter as a ghoul, his pretty ghoul face is growing on me -pause in realization, turn to my partner- omg i'm such a monster fucker i'm so sorry

my partner, sitting next to me: i made my peace with this long ago...

#fallout #fallout tv show #fallout series #fallout amazon #ghoul #monster fucker #he's not hancock but he's okay #i think it's b/c they chose not to give them fully blacked out demon-y eyes that it feels a little off #but i get it the actor's gotta emote #anyway the series dropped yesterday and i've already watched 5 episodes #oh a sad monster man with a tattered gunslinger aesthetic? yes ty that is exactly my jam #it's pretty good #i also love lucy as the main protagonist like she's got the most feral final girl energy and it's very good #fallout series spoilers #slight spoilers #maximus is kinda fascinating too like he's not entirely likeable but you still want to see what happens next #they def nailed the fallout aesthetic and sense of humor tho #text post #the ghoul

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kybercrystals94 · 2 months

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Embroidered Skulls

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum

Rated: G | Words: 1092 | A slight mishap leads to some honest answers. [Character Focus: Tech, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker]

I am steeling my little heart for season 3…so light hearted whump is being served here today ^_^

“Ah, you’re back,” Tech says, glancing up when Hunter and Echo clamber up the ramp of the ship. “Wrecker and Crosshair should be returning in short order as well.”

Hunter and Echo exchange glances, wordless communication flashing between them in microexpressions Tech cannot read.

“Did the extraction go according to plan? Were there any issues?” Tech asks.

Echo stiffens at the question, and Hunter turns away to drop the small crate of serum on one of the crash seats.

“It…went. It was fine,” Hunter says, his back still to Tech. “We’re fine.”

“We’re fine,” Echo agrees with a sharp nod.

Tech narrows his gaze.

“I mean…” Echo continues, looking uncomfortable. “We’re not injured. But there was a mishap.”

“Echo,” Hunter groans.

“A mishap?” Tech presses. “What sort of mishap?”

Echo shifts from one artificial leg to the other. “Well…”

Hunter spins around, pushing Echo aside. “We lost one of the vials. That’s all. It was destroyed.”

“One of the truth serum vials?” Tech keeps himself carefully composed. “Were either of you exposed?”

Hunter huffs, crossing his arms. “Were you exposed?”

“That is not a logical response,” Tech says, deadpan.

“Yeah, well,” Hunter sputters, “Why aren’t you answering the question?”

Tech rolls his eyes. “No. I was not exposed because I wasn’t there. I’m going to assume that you both were exposed which explains why you are behaving erratically.”

“You can’t tell Wrecker or Crosshair,” Echo pleads.

“Echo! Stop talking,” Hunter cries.

“You stop talking,” Echo shoots back. “You’re the one asking Tech if he was exposed to the serum you dropped half a klick away!”

“That’s because someone didn’t make sure the second latch on the crate was secure!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yes!”

“At least we now know that the serum is effective,” Tech sighs, picking up the crate of drugs to stow away before Wrecker inadvertently causes more mayhem.

“Tech,” Hunter cries, trailing after him, “is there an antidote?”

“The effects should wear off on their own with no detriment to your health.”

“But Tech…”

Tech locks up the crate and turns to his brother. “Hunter, do you honestly think I have an antidote to a newly discovered truth serum just lying around in the med kit?”

Hunter hesitates. “Yes?”

“That was a rhetorical question, but I appreciate your honesty,” Tech says with a barely concealed grin as he brushes past Hunter back into the main hold.

“Tech, this isn’t funny!”

“That entirely depends on which side of the argument you’re on,” Tech says. “And I’m sure that Wrecker and Crosshair will be on my side.”

“You can’t tell them!”

“I won’t tell them anything. The two of you on the other hand…”

“Maker, Tech, you have to help us,” Echo says.

A distinct voice bellows outside the ship, “We’re back! Did you miss us?”

Hunter and Echo give Tech an beseeching look, and he almost pities them.

Almost.

Wrecker comes bounding into the ship followed by the much more sedate sniper. Crosshair hits the control to close the door before turning on the group still crowded in the hull. “Is something wrong?” he asks, taking off his helmet.

“Why would something be wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” Hunter says quickly.

Too quickly.

Crosshair smirks. “What did you do?”

Hunter’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Crosshair’s gaze slides to Echo. “What did he do?”

“Hunter broke a vial of the truth serum,” Echo says.

Crosshair’s face goes slack with surprise for a moment before a wicked grin curls across his face. “Did he now? That’s unfortunate.”

“What does that mean?” Wrecker asks, looking concerned as he glances between the color drained faces of Echo and Hunter.

“It means that loose lips crash starships, Wrecker,” Crosshair says.

Wrecker looks puzzled for a moment before it clicks, and he smiles broadly. “Ah, I get it.”

“There’s nothing to get,” Hunter snaps. “Tech, get us out of here. We have a mission to complete.”

Tech nods and heads for the cockpit, Echo following closely behind him.

“If you think I’m going to help you not inadvertently answer incessant questions, you are mistaken,” Tech says, settling into the pilot’s chair and flicking switches for the startup sequence.

“How long will it take for this to get out of our systems?” Echo asks.

Tech sighs. “I may know many things, Echo, but even I have my limits. I would need access to the research and chemical makeup of the drug to accurately answer your question.”

“Give me your best guess.”

“You will not like it.”

“Tech!”

“I would estimate that you and Hunter will experience the effects of the drug for approximately one standard week.”

“No! You’re lying!”

Tech smiles. “At least one of us can.”

Echo drops into the copilot’s chair with a growl. “You’re the worst.”

Tech gets them situated in a hyperspace lane before a tangle of cajoling voices approach the cockpit, and Hunter enters followed by Wrecker and Crosshair. Hunter sits down, and turns his chair away from his siblings.

“C’mon, Hunter,” Wrecker says, “Don’t you want to tell us?”

“No!”

Crosshair chuckles. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Shut up, Cross.”

“But really, Hunter, we need to know…where’d you learn how to embroider skulls onto your bandanas? Or do you have them done somewhere? And if that’s the case, then where?”

Hunter decidedly keeps his jaw locked shut.

“It would be more effective if you asked the questions individually,” Tech offers. The look of utter betrayal Hunter shoots him is heartbreaking, but the engineer simply shrugs. “This is a research opportunity I am unwilling to pass up.”

Echo chuckles, drawing Crosshair’s attention. “You know something about this, don’t you?” he asks, pointing at the cyborg accusingly.

Hunter’s eyes widen, and Echo swallows.

“I’m not sure what you’re asking,” Echo says, evading the question carefully.

“Where does Hunter keep his art projects?”

Echo scoffs. “Hunter doesn’t do art projects,” he says, looking relieved. A fatal mistake.

“Where does Hunter keep his embroidery kit?” Tech specifies.

“In a box under the nav computer. There’s a hollow behind the main hard drive,” Echo says.

“Echo!” Hunter gasps.

Crosshair and Wrecker exchange thrilled glances before racing out of the cockpit. Hunter goes after them, ordering them to leave his stuff alone.

“How did you find out about Hunter’s sewing project?” Tech asks wryly.

“Eh, I found it one day when I was doing repairs.”

The two are quite a moment while they listen to the indistinct squabbling and laughter behind them.

“But really, Tech, how long until this stuff wears off?”

END

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tomwambsgans · 3 months

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lbr if tom ever did convince greg to put on a wedding dress (or any other kind) he'd only proceed to find him significantly less attractive in it. like woops nah i'm more of a fag than i thought lol put the suit back on

#tbf i do not think greg would want to wear a dress anyway. he'd humor tom while very drunk maybe tho #tomgreg #tom wambsgans #mine #and this of course would only happen at all once they were already together anyway #BUT if for whatever reason tom saw greg in drag like during the timeline of the show i think he'd hate it #bc there'd be a slight excitement but it would be overshadowed by the fact that #deep down inside he knows this SHOULD open doors for his affection for greg #bc he knows his feelings run deep and there's maybe a vague notion of 'wish you were a girl'#except he really just WANTS to feel that. but he doesn't. he doesn't wish greg was a girl at all #and this doesn't make him feel any more comfortable. it makes him feel worse #bc it only makes it more obvious how much he likes that greg is a man

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idolgirlimmersion · 10 months

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i have recently picked up yakuza 0 after awhile again, and i am having lots of fun!

#yakuza #yakuza 0 #like a dragon #kazuma kiryu #goro majima #majima goro #kiryu kazuma #slight yakuza spoilers?#my other sense of humor is making cool things a bit silly!

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annabtg · 1 year

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AO3 Is Down

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“Potter! Black! Open the door!”

She pressed on the doorbell insistently, pounded on the door with her fist. It was a life-or-death situation and it merited all the noise she could make. Since those two twats slept with their phones on silent, they had it coming.

Finally, what seemed like a million years later – but was probably not longer than a minute – the door unlocked and opened, revealing Sirius Black, bleary and annoyed and yet looking haughtily handsome, how did he do it?

“What the hell, Evans? It’s 4 am.”

“I need Potter. The Archive’s down.”

Black closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. Even he, who pretended he only had a marginal interest in fanfiction – though Lily knew he probably carried some dark, deep-fandom secrets of his own if he was best friends with James Potter, the nerdiest nerd who had ever nerded – knew better than to underestimate the importance of such a catastrophe. It was prime reading time in the Americas, and the fans all over the continent were probably going ballistic right now.

He stepped aside and let her enter, then closed and locked the door behind her. Without a word, he led her across the living room to a small hallway with two doors opposite each other. “This is his room.”

“What? You’re not going to go get him?”

He smirked at her, one eyebrow raised. “Good luck.”

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Completed, 1.4k words.

#jilymicrofics #jily fic #jple #james potter #lily evans #ao3 #slight crack #fluff and humor #jily #my fics #ao3 is down

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kitsune024 · 1 year

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Danny Phantom & Batman Fanfiction Crossover

Eldritch Toddler by halfagone (milkywxy)

Bruce is not prepared for when John Constantine hands over a young boy who has been de-aged. While Constantine goes off in search of the one responsible, Bruce and his family are left to care for the child. Danny is a sweet kid, he isn't fussy either! This should be fine. They quickly learn to take Constantine's warnings seriously.

Chapters: 1/1

#ao3 fanfic #danny phantom #eldritch danny #baby danny #creepy danny #fluff and humor #slight body horror #de aging #danny phantom fanfic #oneshot fic #completed fanfiction #dp x dc fanfic #batman fanfiction #dc fanfic #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton #halfagone (milkywxy)#dc fanfiction #fanfiction crossover

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drades-lair · 1 year

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The rescue

Fandom: Helluvaboss

Pairing: Striker/OC, Chaz/OC

Rating: T for graphic depictions of torture, Gore and swearing

Xain wondered into the penthouse; brow furrowed deeply as he stared at his cell phone all things that didn’t escape Calus’s attention from the kitchen.

“Everything alright?” Calus wondered, casually pouring himself a pop from the fridge.

“Huh? Oh, hi Calus…um…I’m not sure,” Xain admitted, moving his phone from in front of his face to look at Calus.

“What do you mean?” Calus prompted, turning to lean against the counter with his glass in hand.

“Well, I’ve been trying to get a hold of Chaz for a while now but he’s not answering,” Xain briefly explained.

“Humph, odd…you think he’s in trouble?” Calus asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Maybe...” Xain tried to hide how he was feeling however his tone swiftly betrayed him.

“Let me rephrase, are you worried he’s in trouble?” Calus corrected with a knowing smirk.

“Mm, yeah….” Xain admitted, lowering his head a bit.

“Alright, where was he last?” Calus asked.

“He was living out of his car on the east side of Imp City trying to get enough money to afford a place last I checked,” Xain explained.

“Okay, it’s a good start. I’ll get Striker to meet us there,” Calus assured Xain who responded with a warm smile of gratitude.

…

A short time later the trio showed up at Chaz’s car which was parked in an abandoned lot on the far east side of Imp City. Striker had arrived before Xain and Calus, picked the lock and was already snooping around inside the vehicle only to emerge with a grimace of disgust on his face.

“Find anything?” Calus curiously asked with a light chuckle at Striker’s disgusted look not to mention he was brushing dirt from his clothing.

“Nothin’ of interest…just some empty take-out containers, used condoms and empty vape pen cartridges,” Striker groused gesturing to some of the aforementioned items that had fallen from Chaz’s car to the ground.

“Really?” Xain questioned, expression turning instantly to concerned confusion.

“Yeah, sorry kid. Looks like he hasn’t been here for a couple days either,” Striker apologized sincerely.

“How do you know that?” Xain wondered.

“Looks like Chaz shoves the latest of his trash onto the passenger seat before moving it to the back…trash in the passenger seat is about 3 to 4 days old by the look,” Striker informed gesturing into the vehicle at the garbage.

“I don’t understand…he doesn’t go many places…” Xain trailed off.

“Hey! Did you notice this?” Calus called from the back of Chaz’s car, gesturing to the one corner.

“What?” Striker inquired as Xain and him headed towards Calus.

“That’s a bullet hole,” Calus pointed to a hole in Chaz’s trunk then looked to Xain with a look that clearly was asking ‘was that there before’? Striker looked along the car’s side now noticing a ricochet mark on the driver side door he dropped to his knees to look under the car revealing several wires were hanging down that had been cut.

“They cut the lines, he wasn’t goin’ anywhere,” Striker revealed getting back up.

“Pictures pretty clear now,” Calus stated with a nod to Striker.

“Crimsons got him…doesn’t he?” Xain asked although he already knew the answer.

“Looks like they caught up to him,” Calus confirmed.

“Shit, well…what do we do?” Xain cursed starting to feel his chest tighten.

“We’ll get him back, chances are he’s been taken back to Greed, Crimson wouldn’t dare try anything in Imp City on Goetia territory,” Calus reassured Xain.

“Then let’s get going! Who knows what they’ve done to him by now,” Xain insisted.

Calus knew trying to convince Xain to stay behind by this point would be pointless thus he didn’t even argue.

…

Once in Greed Calus luckily had contacts and lots of them allowing for a swift sweep of the ring that quickly turned up gold as it were. Chaz had been taken to the docks area where he’d last been seen being loaded into one of the boat sheds although the contact couldn’t provide details on his condition nor why he was being held there however the last part didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out considering Crimson liked dumping bodies in the lake. The trio made their way to the boat shed in question with the hopes Chaz was still breathing once more they got lucky in there was only two guards stationed out front unfortunately this didn’t bod well for Chaz’s condition. Regardless Calus had Striker stay with Xain behind another building as he simply walked blatantly up to the two sharks guarding the door who immediately brandished their pistols at him, demanding a name as well as a reason he was there. Smirking Calus swung his long muscular tail at the one effectively impaling them on his spines at the end before slinking up behind the second whose neck he promptly snapped with ease, body slumping to the ground while Calus wrenched his tail from the other with a flick to clear the blood off it. Striker chuckled as he walked with Xain over to Calus clearly having enjoyed the show.

“Show off,” Striker commented walking past the Dracony into the boat shed earning him a brief smirk from Calus.

“Chaz?” Xain called into the inky darkness of the boat shed while Calus felt the wall for a light switch.

“I can’t see dick in this place,” Striker groused opting to stand still till Calus could find the light.

“I think I found the switch,” Calus revealed.

A click radiated through the shed as light illuminated it moments later and what was revealed made Xain pale with the urge to throw up. Chaz was in the shed…tied to the counter at the far end normally reserved for flaying a fresh catch with his blood flowing in rivulets over its sides…to say the least Chaz wasn’t in good shape. Pushing past Xain’s stunned form Calus and Striker got to Chaz’s side with Striker immediately searching for a pulse while Calus cut the ropes holding Chaz’s wrists and ankles.

“He’s alive,” Striker declared upon finding a faint pulse.

“Holy fuck, alright, we gotta work fast,” Calus retorted, eyes darting around the room in search of anything he could use to staunch Chaz’s bleeding.

Spotting a bucket of old rags Calus snatched it up, passing a couple to Striker as the two of them assessed Chaz’s injuries. Chaz had been stabbed multiple times in various places then had the injuries crudely stitched back up, he also had what was undoubtably cigar burns all over him particularly on his gills, bruises were something else that littered his body indicating he’d been beaten multiple times and the worst injury was a gash on the side of his face that went exceptionally deep. Striker tried to press one of the rags to the gash however he didn’t really have a way to secure it there, both he and Calus wondered what the wound was from or for…until that is they saw a plaque set off to the side that had Chaz’s name on a bronze plate. Calus concluded they’d started removing Chaz’s jaws when something made them stop, that’s what the gash was from.

“H-He’s going to be okay…right?” Xain asked finally snapping from his stupor.

“Don’t know kid, we gotta get him outta here though,” Striker answered over his shoulder.

“Yeah, we gotta go,” Calus agreed, scooping Chaz off the counter bridal style promptly eliciting the first sign of life from the shark as he released a quiet agonized whimper.

“Stay with us kiddo,” Striker encouraged as he pulled out his cell phone.

“Where are we gonna go? He can’t go to a hospital they’ll find him,” Xain worriedly wondered.

“Don’t worry we got some place in mind,” Striker assured Xain, putting his phone to his ear.

Striker swiftly explained their situation to whomever was on the other side then hung up, moments later a portal with an illuminated purple outline appeared in the room. Calus hurried through first with Chaz in his arms as Striker followed suit along with Xain who was still uncertain what to do with himself. Xain was shocked to see Stolas waiting in a stark white room, gesturing to a large marble table in the centre that Calus rushed over to, immediately placing Chaz onto its surface. Stolas joined Calus once he closed the portal behind Xain followed by Striker although Xain simply remained where he was concern heavy in his chest, yet he didn’t want to get in the way. Stolas went to the wall of cabinets, cupboards, and drawers to gather supplies from them while Striker helped Calus strip Chaz of his torn, bloody clothing allowing for a better view of his injuries unfortunately this revealed more. Chaz’s right arm was badly broken with the bone sticking from the forearm and there was evidence he had more broken bones under the surface perhaps the cause of some of the bruising. Striker gently grabbed Chaz’s broken forearm giving it a few light prods before concluding there was only one way to do this, grabbing the lower portion he gave a swift firm yank then pressed the bone back under the skin. Chaz’s entire body jerked violently with a quiet whimpering sound as Calus held the shark down till Striker was finished, moving to the gash on Chaz’s face.

Stolas came along side the table with a cart that carried various items on its surface including stitching material. Calus firmly yet gently held Chaz’s head to the side as Stolas removed the blood-soaked rag from the gash, replacing it promptly with a clean one that had been soaked in warm water. Striker started cleaning Chaz’s other injuries while Calus and Stolas worked to clean the gash on his face although he had to hold Chaz steady when they poured alcohol over the gash to cleanse it as the shark demon jerked again except this time, he released a full out scream of pain. Stolas moved on to stitching the deep gash as best he could before moving on to bandage his broken arm while Calus helped Striker stitch as well as bandage Chaz’s other injuries discovering in the process he had 4 broken ribs, a broken tibia, and a broken wrist on the opposite side. Calus was just finishing up treating a nasty stab wound to Chaz’s left hip area when he glanced along the shark’s side to discover the gills on his left side had been pinned shut using fishhooks. Wincing for a moment Calus gingerly started removing the fishhooks, this was one of the worst revenge torture jobs he’d seen in a long time.

…

Xain watched for a long time until Chaz’s pained whimpers and cries overwhelmed him. Xain left the room to wander aimlessly through the Goetia palace, Chaz was only supposed to be a good fuck buddy…so then what was this feeling? Why did seeing Chaz hurt, hearing him scream in pain make Xain’s heart hurt? After what felt like an eternity Xain found himself in some random hallway just staring out the large windows seriously contemplating his life choices at this point when Calus came up behind him making the hybrid demon jump a little.

“I was looking for you,” Calus stated in a gentle tone.

“Sorry…I, I couldn’t stay there…” Xain trailed off looking at the floor.

“No need to apologize. Believe it or not I get it.” Calus stated moving to lean against the wall between the windows.

“There’s nothing to get! Or…there shouldn’t be,” Xain barked unintentionally quickly pulling back his tone.

“Would you believe me, and Striker used to be the same?” Calus asked with a light chuckle.

“What? How?” Xain asked in shocked surprise.

“Neither one of us wanted anything more then a good bed partner, the fact we could work together as assassins was just bonus…but that changed…I don’t think either of us even know when it happened,” Calus explained.

“Really? Hmm…” Xain trailed off again, thoughts reeling in his brain.

“Yep, anyway I came to tell you that Chaz is in critical yet stable condition down in the infirmary. We decided to leave him on the treatment table for the moment till he can heal a bit before moving him,” Calus explained pushing off the wall.

“Alright…thanks,” Xain retorted quietly.

Calus left Xain to his own devices opting to join Striker in one of the guest bedrooms of the palace for a brief rest before needing to check up on Chaz’s condition. Xain didn’t rush down to see Chaz instead he continued to just gaze out the window of that hallway partially thinking over everything and partially fearing what he might see when returning to the infirmary. Inevitably Xain made his way down into the depths of the palace, pushing open the large double doors that led into the infirmary instantly seeing Chaz ahead in the middle of the room atop the treatment table. Oddly enough Chaz didn’t look as off putting as Xain had anticipated sure he was covered in bandages some of which had blood stains on them, and Stolas had started an IV to supply fluids to Chaz’s body, but other then that it wasn’t as hard to look at him as Xain thought. Xain grimaced at the massive, stitched gash on Chaz’s face that now was swollen with bruising around the edges making it look horrendous. Xain was just starting to take in everything when Striker strode in, jacket and hat missing from his usual attire, sleeves rolled up on his black long-sleeved shirt.

“How Ya doin’ kid?” Striker asked Xain as he walked over to check on Chaz.

“I’m fine,” Xain flatly answered returning his gaze to Chaz’s unconscious form.

“Hmm, alright. I’m gonna grab somethin’ real quick,” Striker stated heading over to the wall of cupboards. Xain gave a tentative nod of understanding continuing to look over Chaz, they’d placed a pillow under his head as well as draped a blanket over his lower half leaving only the top portion of his torso exposed. Xain was simply watching Chaz when the shark gave a soft pained moan followed by a wince right before his eyes opened slightly much to Xain’s surprise.

“Chaz?” Xain asked in shocked surprise.

“X-Xain…W-why…where am I?” Chaz stammered out, furrowing his brow in confusion at seeing Xain.

“Take it easy, you’re in Stolas’ infirmary at the Goetia palace,” Xain explained placing a hand on Chaz’s chest to keep him in place.

“You…ow! Found me?” Chaz questioned although his words were slightly muffled due to the swelling from the gash on his face.

“Shit didn’t expect Ya ta be awake yet,” Striker commented coming back over with a cold compress in hand which he handed to Xain.

“Here, hold still,” Xain encouraged pressing the cold compress to the gash on Chaz’s face gently. Chaz let out a sharp shriek that faded into whimpering.

“Try not ta move to much, we just barely gotchya put back together,” Striker commented, taking a quick glance over Chaz’s injuries to make sure he hadn’t opened them up with his movements.

“I, I’ll try,” Chaz agreed through shaky breaths.

“Alright, everythin’ looks good. There isn’t much more I can do here, Calus will be down in a little while until then I’ll leave Ya two be,” Striker stated heading out of the infirmary.

Xain continued to hold the compress to Chaz’s face occasionally moving it around to prevent too much cold in one area eventually removing it entirely. Chaz stared up at Xain with an absolutely pathetic look on his features, half lidded eyes glassy, his face was still bruised with slight swelling, and it was clear he was still in a lot of pain. Xain gave a sympathetic smile while tussling some of Chaz’s floppy hair out of his face.

“Rest Chaz, we can talk more later,” Xain encouraged.

“I can…try but…it hurts really…badly,” Chaz stammered through winces of pain.

“I know…just try,” Xain encouraged again.

Chaz tried to rest although it was hard due to the pain from his injuries, Xain remaining by his side till Calus came down with Striker about an hour later. Calus went to grab a change of bandages while Striker got started unwrapping a few of Chaz’s wounds eliciting various pained sounds from the shark.

“We’ll need you to sit up briefly to bandage some of your torso injuries,” Calus informed Chaz upon returning.

“Mm-hm,” Chaz acknowledged.

“I’ll help get him up,” Xain offered.

Striker moved to slide his arm behind Chaz’s shoulders while Xain did the same from his side gingerly lifting Chaz up into a semi sitting position.

“Atta boy,” Striker stated as Chaz bit down on his lower lip to supress a pained scream.

Calus worked as quickly as possible to rebandage Chaz’s injuries so as Striker and Xain could lay him back down. Chaz stifled his pained cries behind a series of moaning whimpers, but that didn’t stop the tears from spilling down his face as the pain overwhelmed him. Xain felt his stomach twist at seeing Chaz in so much distress then he remembered the little trick they would use for his panic attacks, gently Xain reached forwards to place two fingers on Chaz’s nose and started to rub. Chaz relaxed with in a few moments, entire body going limp as his expression also relaxed earning a confused arched brow from both Striker as well as Calus.

“What did Ya do?” Striker asked, making Xain realize this wasn’t something they’d seen him do with Chaz before.

“Um…it’s apparently a trait unique to the shark demons, they go sort of catatonic when you rub their noses or flip them over,” Xain explained.

“Huh, really? Can’t he still feel the pain though?” Calus wondered curiously.

“Not that I know, Chaz explained it as going into a deeper form of sleep. He said he couldn’t experience anything while it was happening,” Xain continued.

“How long does it last?” Striker asked in turn.

“30 minutes,” Xain simply answered.

“Well, it’s better then nothing,” Calus admitted.

“I think that’s all we can do for now,” Striker interjected.

“Yeah, we’ll be back in an hour to check on him,” Calus agreed with a nod.

“Okay,” Xain confirmed.

Calus left with Striker leaving Xain with Chaz, hands lightly rubbing the shark’s shoulder as he slowly started snapping out of the catatonic state 30 minutes later. Chaz inhaled sharply from a pang of pain although he seemed more coherent now.

“Feeling a little better?” Xain wondered.

“Define better…” Chaz trailed off in a strained tone.

“Right…Crimson did this to you, didn’t he,” Xain concluded specifically eyeing the cigar burns over Chaz’s body.

“Some of it…yeah, his goons did the rest,” Chaz confirmed through winces of pain.

“And this? Why did they stop?” Xain wondered lightly hovering his fingers over the gash on Chaz’s face.

“That was Crimson…I, I can’t remember much during that, but…I think he got an emergency call and had to leave,” Chaz guessed.

“Fucking Crimson, he better hope I never meet him,” Xain snarled under his breath just as the door to the infirmary opened drawing his attention towards it. Stolas strode in with a gentle smile upon his features.

“Hello, Calus and Striker said you were awake Chaz, so I decided to come check on you myself,” Stolas informed them.

“There was no need for that your majesty,” Xain insisted.

“Nonsense, now they told me you were in a lot of pain Chaz,” Stolas inquired, walking around to the opposite side that Xain was on.

“Um…yeah, it’s pretty bad,” Chaz confirmed.

“Alright, I’ll get something that should help,” Stolas stated heading towards the cabinets.

Stolas returned a few moments later with a syringe, vial and a small jar in hand, gingerly Stolas filled the syringe with the substance from the vial then injected it into the IV attached to Chaz. After a few moments Stolas discarded the empty vial as well as the syringe, picking up the jar in turn. The prince dipped his fingers into it revealing a mint green colored substance inside that smelled a little rancid as he applied it to the gash on Chaz’s face making him wrinkle his nose in disgust.

“Both of these should help reduce the pain by quite a bit,” Stolas informed them putting the lid back on the jar.

“Once you heal a bit Calus can use his abilities to speed things along as well,” Xain added.

“That would be great…I feel really tired,” Chaz yawned.

“You should rest as much as possible, Xain if you wish there are two beds over there should you require them,” Stolas offered gesturing to the two stark white metal framed beds on the opposite side of the room.

“Thank you,” Xain returned sincerely.

With that Stolas nodded then left the duo and a few moments later Chaz fell into an uneasy sleep while Xain watched over him.

…

A couple days later Chaz was starting to heal leading Calus to make the decision to move Chaz from the treatment table to one of the metal frame beds and start using his abilities to speed the process. Calus slipped an arm under Chaz’s shoulders gently easing him up into a semi sitting position to begin with then slid his other arm under his knees, lifting the shark up off the treatment table as smoothly as he could manage. Chaz still clenched his jaw with a small whimper of pain, body jerking slightly however he made it to the bed.

“Okay, take some time to catch your breath then we’ll get going on me healing you with my abilities,” Calus encouraged.

“How painful is it going to be?” Xain wondered furrowing his brow in concern.

“It’s not going to be pleasant; I’m repairing everything from bone to muscle to tendons and more unfortunately that’s not exactly a pain free process,” Calus explained with clear regret in his tone.

Xain resisted the urge to drape his wing over Chaz protectively as the shark looked up at his partner with a concerned look. After giving Chaz a moment Calus pulled a chair up beside the bed, gently he turned Chaz’s face towards him using one hand to hold it in place while the other hovered over the deep gash still present on his cheek. Xain immediately recognized the bluish glow that radiated under Calus’ hand, but he was drawn from it by Chaz’s pained whimpering, the shark’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried desperately not to move. Calus stayed focused on his task as Xain tried to offer his partner some form of comfort by rubbing lightly on his shoulder. A couple minutes later Calus pulled his hand away from the wound revealing it was no longer swollen and it wasn’t as deep making it just a surface cut, seemingly satisfied Calus moved to Chaz’s broken wrist that was laying on the bed closest to the Dracony. Calus unwrapped the bandage then held Chaz’s wrist in one hand loosely while hovering the other over it once again radiating that bluish aura however this time Chaz let out a pained cry and his body jerked violently prompting Xain to move his hand to Chaz’s chest while gently carding his free hand through his unkept drooping hair.

This course kept up for the next few injuries as Calus mended most of Chaz’s broken bones, erased the bruises as well as the cigar burns and finally closed some of the minor stab wounds. After nearly two hours of healing Chaz was exhausted, sweat rolling down his skin making his hair stick to portions of his face as he panted. Calus stood up to go retrieve some bandaging materials, a bowl of warm water, a cold cloth as well as a glass of cold water to drink before returning. Xain took the cool cloth from Calus to wipe Chaz’s face eliciting an approving hum from the shark as he leaned into the feeling appreciatively, Calus used the warm water with another cloth to clean Chaz’s body along with his remaining injuries before bandaging them.

“Alright, that should do for the moment. I’ll be back in a couple hours to check in, if anything happens before then just come get me,” Calus explained in a gentle tone to Xain, standing up to clean up however leaving the water glass on the bedside table.

“Okay, thanks again Calus,” Xain sincerely thanked the Dracony.

Upon Claus leaving the infirmary Xain walked to the opposite side of the bed from where he’d been previous, grabbing the glass of water left on the bedside table. Gingerly Xain helped Chaz into a semi sitting position, offering the glass in turn which Chaz accepted even managing to hold it in one hand now that his broken bones had been mended. After down half the glass Chaz returned it to Xain who then laid him back down only to receive a bashful sort of frown as Chaz averted his gaze from the demon hybrid.

“I, I’m sorry you need to take care of me like this,” Chaz apologized in a low regretful tone.

“Huh? Don’t apologize, this isn’t your fault Chaz,” Xain insisted a little taken aback by Chaz’s apology.

“In a way it is though, it was my stupid idea that got me into this mess,” Chaz continued.

“You made a bad decision…that doesn’t mean you should die for it,” Xain persisted as his tail unconsciously moved to coil around Chaz’s.

“Still…it seems like all I’m good for is causing trouble…” Chaz trailed off.

“Enough, you’re fine and I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Xain insisted in a firm tone as he cupped Chaz’s cheek taking the shark off guard.

“B-But…Xain…Mm!?” Chaz was cut off by Xain pressing their lips together for a firm yet gentle kiss. Chaz hesitated for a moment out of surprise but melted into the gesture eventually.

…

It took a couple more sessions with Calus to get Chaz healed up luckily each time getting less painful then the previous. A few scars were left behind but for the most part Chaz was able to be healed leading to them trying to get Chaz back on his feet. Xain gently wrapped his tail around Chaz’s waist as he helped Calus ease Chaz up off the bed into a standing position although he was a little wobbly the shark demon managed to stay standing. From that point Chaz was able to get fully back on his feet both literally and figuratively with Xain right beside him the entire time. Xain brought some clothes into the infirmary for Chaz to change into, placing them on the bed beside him.

“Hopefully my car hasn’t been impounded,” Chaz partially joked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“We can work on getting it back if that’s the case,” Xain nonchalantly stated gathering up a couple things in a backpack.

“Yeah…just would like to not sleep in a bush till then,” Chaz once again partially joked with a small chuckle.

“Why would you be sleeping in a bush?” Xain wondered furrowing his brow in confusion with his back still turned to Chaz.

“I have no where else to go nor the money for a motel so it’s either my car or nothing,” Chaz explained grabbing the loose jogging pants Xain placed next to him.

“You’re assuming I’m letting you go back to living in that piece of crap you call a car,” Xain stated glancing over his shoulder with a smirk.

“What do you mean?” Chaz casually asked sliding the pants gingerly on.

“You’re coming to live with me in the penthouse and I’m currently looking for a place to buy for just us,” Xain revealed turning to face Chaz.

“What!?” Chaz exclaimed, brows arching in shocked surprise.

“Yeah, apparently letting you out of my sight is dangerous,” Xain teased with another chuckle.

“Uh…I, I don’t know…what to say…” Chaz trailed off, a slight blush crossing his features.

“About time I found a way to shut you up…well, that doesn’t involve ropes and gags,” Xain teased laughing out loud this time.

Chaz got a shaky smirk as the blush deepened on his face before finishing getting dressed with Xain’s help. The duo met Calus and Striker outside the palace to head back to the penthouse where Xain got Chaz settled in the room he’d been given by Calus. They’d share the room till Xain got the chance to purchase or rent a place for the two of them.

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Exploration

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 13 | Prompt 13: “You weren’t supposed to get hurt.”

Rated: G | Words: 1781 | Summary: An afternoon of exploring takes a slight turn. [Character Focus: Omega, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Hunter]

“Please, Hunter!” Omega wheedles, trailing behind Hunter as he walks down the narrow corridor of the Marauder. He practically trips over her when he turns to search another shelf for his stash of migraine medication.

Hunter bites back the irritable tone that wants to coil around the words, “It isn’t really a good day to go exploring, Omega.”

“It’s never a good day,” Omega grumbles, crossing her arms and scowling holes into the durasteel floor. It’s times like this that she inadvertently gives her best imitation of Crosshair.

A deafening crash rattles the ship. Hunter winces against his sound sensitivity.

“Wrecker! I told you to be careful with that!”

“No, you just said to pull it out. That’s what I did!”

“I said to pull it out carefully.”

“You should speak up if it’s that important!”

Hunter sighs, looking down at the still pouting child at his side. “You know what,” he says, “I think it is the perfect day for you and the boys to go exploring.”

Omega’s head snaps up with a glowing smile. “Really?”

“Only if you promise to take Tech and Wrecker with you,” Hunter says.

“What about Echo?” Omega asks.

“Sure, if he wants to go along.”

“Don’t you want to go?”

The headache gnaws on his brain matter. “I’ll stay with the ship. Just in case.”

Omega gives him a playful salute before bounding away to inform her brothers of their impending exploration. Hunter watches her go fondly before resuming his search for his pain meds.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“What is this flower called, Tech?” Omega asks, kneeling in front of a flower with curling, orange petals dotted in black speckles.

Tech kneels down next to her, scanning the plant. “This is an auratium flos,” he says. “It is known for its bitter aroma.”

Omega leans forward and sniffs. She makes a face. “Eww. I thought flowers were supposed to smell nice.”

“That is dependent on the purpose of the flower,” Tech says, standing up.

“Can I pick one?” Omega asks.

“I don’t know why you’d want to, but I suppose it is alright.”

Omega looks over at Wrecker, who is distracted by the large walking stick he found. “Wrecker, you should smell this flower. It’s called an auratium flos! It smells really good!”

Tech opens his mouth to contradict the obvious falsehood, but Echo elbows him.

Wrecker ambles over and allows Omega to hold the flower up to his nose. He takes a deep inhale before reeling back in disgust. “Ugh! You think that smells good?”

Omega squeals with laughter, delighted by her prank.

“You did that on purpose? Why you little…” Wrecker drops his stick to scoop Omega up and tickle her, sending her into gleeful hysterics.

Tech grins. “Ah, that was cleverly done,” he says to Echo.

“And to think you almost ruined it,” Echo chuckles.

Omega wiggles out of Wrecker’s grasp, climbing up onto his shoulder and perching there, an arm wrapped around his head. “Go that way,” she says, kicking out her foot to point.

“Yes, ma’am,” Wrecker says with a rumbling laugh. He retrieves his walking stick and they begin again down the trail they’d found through the jungle. Tech said it was a path regularly traversed by a species of deer, likely leading to a water source. They’d decided it was their mission to find the end of the trail.

As they walk, Omega points out everything that catches her interest, prompting Tech to offer his research or expertise on the subject. Wrecker uses his walking stick to whack at branches and vines that hinder their path, while Echo hangs back a few paces from his enthusiastic siblings, watching their backs and enjoying the sound of their endless chattering.

An hour into their trek and they hear the babbling sound of water tripping over stone.

“The water source!” Omega cries, pushing herself up to peer through the trees. She teeters dangerously on Wrecker’s shoulder, but before Echo can warn her to be careful, Wrecker reaches up to steady her.

“See anything, little captain?” the giant asks.

“No,” Omega says, “but it sounds close. We should be careful.”

Tech hums an affirmative sound. “As this planet is largely unoccupied, there are not any maps that give information on smaller geographical formations, such as streams.” The splicer edges his way to the front of the line. “I should lead until we determine its location.”

“Like a little stream could hurt me,” Wrecker grumbles, but doesn’t argue the point further.

They walk a few minutes more before Tech holds up his hand to sign them to stop. “Something is wrong,” he says.

“What do you mean?” Echo asks.

Tech turns. “Wrecker, if I may borrow your branch?”

“It’s a walking stick,” Wrecker says.

Tech rolls his eyes and holds out his hand. “Fine. Your walking stick.”

Wrecker relinquishes his treasure, and Tech holds it in both hands. He pokes around the ground in front of him. “Does the ground feel strange to you, Wrecker?”

“Like what?” Wrecker asks, bouncing a little to test the ground beneath his feet.

Suddenly, he and Omega drop from sight with a muffled, tangled scream.

Echo steps forward in alarm, but Tech holds out his hand for him to stop. “Don’t move!”

“What the kriff just happened? Where are they?” Echo demands, trying not to sound as panicked as he feels.

Tech lowers himself to the ground, lays flat on his stomach, and stretches out to look down the hole Wrecker and Omega disappeared into. “We are not on solid ground. We are on a tree canopy.”

“What?”

“It seems we inadvertently, and quite literally, walked off a cliff. The jungle is so dense, we didn’t notice that it was not solid ground beneath us, but the top of a tree. I noticed that the sound of the stream went from in front of us, to below us.”

“Where are Wrecker and Omega? Can you see them?”

Tech nods. “They appear unharmed.”

“Thank the maker,” Echo breathes.

“Indeed,” Tech agrees. He carefully pushes himself up. “Now we need to figure out a way to get down to the others.”

“Down? Shouldn’t we try to get them back up?”

“Inadvisable. The best course of action will be to join Wrecker and Omega on the forest floor and navigate a way back up the cliff.”

Echo sighs. “Fantastic.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“Are you okay, ‘Mega?” Wrecker asks.

Omega opens her eyes. She hadn’t even realized she’d squeezed them shut. “Um, my wrist hurts, but I’m okay.”

Wrecker scoots closer to her. “Let me see,” he says.

She sits up and holds out her throbbing wrist for his inspection. He takes it carefully in his large hands, prodding gently. She winces.

“Just a sprain,” Wrecker decides. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a strip of bandage. “We’ll make you a nice sling to rest it in.” He ties the ends together and slips it over Omega’s head, helping her cradle her injured limb in its fold.

“Wrecker, Omega, status report,” Tech’s voice says through Omega’s comm.

Omega unclips it from her belt with her good hand. “We’re here. I sprained my wrist, but we’re okay.”

“That is a better outcome than we could have hoped for under the circumstances. A fall such as that could have resulted in much worse,” Tech says.

Wrecker stands up slowly, as if expecting the ground to drop from under him again. Omega thinks it is a fair assumption. He prods at the ground experimentally with his boot. “The ground is really soft down here…that’s why it didn’t hurt when we landed on it, but at least it’s real this time.”

”Yes, it seems that you and Omega have found the jungle floor.”

“‘Found’ is a generous way of putting it,” Echo mutters in the background.

“Echo and I are formulating a plan to get down to you. From there, we will seek out a way to get back up to higher ground.”

“Roger that,” Omega says.

Wrecker helps Omega to her feet. She turns in a circle, taking in the dim surroundings. It isn’t exactly dark; however, the light only pierces through the awning of trees in thin shafts, illuminating little bits of the world around them in a golden glow. It’s almost magical.

“It’s beautiful down here,” Omega says.

“Look!” Wrecker points. “There’s the stream we were looking for!”

Omega grins. “I guess we finished our mission after all.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“I don’t like this plan,” Echo says.

Tech sighs. “So you’ve mentioned. Several times.”

”Why can’t we call Hunter? He could bring the Marauder and pull us all out of here.”

“You are suggesting we admit to Hunter that we quite literally walked off a cliff with a child in our care.”

“I’d rather he hear it from us than the two storytellers down there later,” Echo grouses.

A pause. “That is actually a very valid point.”

“I always make valid points.”

“Tech? Echo?” Omega’s voice pipes through their comms. “What’s taking so long?”

”We are considering our options,” Tech replies promptly.

“I think they’re just scared,” Wrecker’s voice taunts.

“Incorrect. We simply don’t have the appropriate gear for a direct plan. We have to work with the resources at our disposal.”

“Scaredy tookas,” Wrecker cackles.

“I’ll have you know that I actually have a plan, but it is Echo who is resistant,” Tech declares.

”Hey! I’m just trying to keep us from breaking our necks.”

“Well, can we hurry it up? Omega and I are starting to get hungry.”

“Let’s just call Hunter,” Echo pleads, eyeing the less than reliable contraption Tech had constructed.

“Fine,” Tech relents with a long sigh. “We’ll call Hunter.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“Do you want to explain to me again how you let Omega fall off a cliff?” Hunter asks.

Tech corrects him. “She did not technically fall off a cliff. She fell out of a tree.”

“That you didn’t know you had walked onto. And then let her fall through.”

“Correct. But in our defense, the tree’s canopy was mostly sturdy enough to withstand the weight of a normal sized clone. It was Wrecker and Omega’s combined weight that caused them to break through an otherwise admirable barrier.”

“I barely got hurt!” Omega adds helpfully.

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt at all,” Hunter sighs.

Omega pats Hunter on the arm. “We will be more careful on our next exploration.”

”That isn’t to say we weren’t being careful this time,” Tech puts in quickly.

Hunter swears that he and his siblings are magnets for trouble and danger, it seems to follow them at every turn. They always get lucky in the end.

But what will happen when that luck runs out?

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petit-naldo · 5 months

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Tequila, Track and Turbulances

Summary : A drunken kiss in the midst of Singaporean tequila madness was all it took for Charles and Carlos to throw their carefully crafted dynamics into chaos. Add to that the end of an exhausting season and the arrival of an unexpected promo event during the winter break, and the two drivers will have to buckle up for yet another bumpy road.

Chapters : 3/ (? maybe 15) it will be looooong.

Pairing : Charles Leclerc / Carlos Sainz + hint of Lando Norris / Oscar Piastri.

Word count (for now) : 10,996

Ratings : to be safe I'll say E even though it really depends on the chapter.

Chapter 1 : MEXICO

"Charrles." Carlos' deep voice reached his ears, and he felt a honey-like warmth flow into his chest

Chapter 2 : INTERLAGOS

" Do you have someone else in your mind?" Caught off guard, Charles could only mumble, "No... no, no."

Chapter 3 : VEGAS I : VEGAS BABY

"So, what do you say?" Carlos beamed, all pumped from his latest title. "Am I worthy of being your golf teacher now?"

#AO3 #fanfic #charlos my babies #some angst with a happy ending #fluff #idiots in love #slooooow burn #like really slow #or more like roller coaster burn #overthinking a lot #slight anxiety and panick #also humor #drunken kiss #maybe too much tequila

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drawingducktalesducks · 1 year

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ooooh i wrote a thing, aaah here it is. weblena. au. slice of life, humor, slight angst, thought exercise, what-if, same rating as show

There are no Terrafermians in the subway.

(not that that'll stop them)

The tunnel doesn’t collapse. Beakley never fidgets with her glasses, adjusting them like a TV antennae as if that would change the image of Lena, quintessential sullen teen, helpfully applying a crowbar to the train cars’ stuck pin.

This just before the train crash.

Before the unconsciousness, the feeling of being dragged across a rough stone floor.

Before Beakly wakes up to see Lena’s wide, terrified eyes, and feel hands yank her out from under the falling train car not a second too soon.

"You-?" "Yeah- me. Let's go."

There’s no moment of tearful reuniting with Webby, the boys, and Launchpad. No anxious voice in the dark, Lena’s voice, checking in-

"Everyone here, everyone okay-?"

There are no Terrafermians in the subway.

There is no moment of Beakley inviting Webby's new friend over for pancakes.

Instead, there's only a slow trudge up out of the tunnels, and the grim look on Beakley’s face as she marches them all back onto the street.

“Granny-”

"No."

"Granny, just listen!"

Webby starts again, journal of theories forgotten in her hands, grip so tight the binding squeaks in protest.

“You don’t understand! Lena’s a good person- she just LOOKS like a mysterious, enticing, rebellious teen ne’er-do-well with a love of trespassing and vandalism! Which she is, actually."

Webby admits with a thoughtful head tilt.

"And she does. Do that. She did it just a second ago, to prank Huey with me, and it was really funny!" Beakley's scowl deeps and Webby hurries on. "But she's also-!”

“First the Beagle Boys birthday,” Beakley mutters, steering Webby on with a firm hand. “You insisted that was an accident and that she never intended to put you in harm’s way.”

“She didn’t! She-”

“And I was almost willing to believe it. Almost."

Beakley storms down the sidewalk, sensible low heels clacking on the pavement with a sound so sharp it should've been sending up sparks.

"After all, what teen hasn’t done something immensely foolish to impress someone else, only to regret it afterwards? Likewise, lying about the ‘educational’ Mole Monster film. Mostly harmless, if irritatingly irresponsible. But this.”

The hand on Webby’s shoulder tightens.

“This goes too far. She knew entering that tunnel could put all three of you in danger. There were warning signs everywhere, and yet she led you down there regardless! No, I'm sorry." Beakely shakes her head, glowering behind her square framed glasses. "That girl does NOT have your best interests at heart.”

Currently Webby’s heart is pounding in her chest. “I’ve been in worse danger before! Much, much worse!”

“Only with myself or Mr. McDuck supervising you.”

“I had Lena with me!”

Beakley snorts. “Oh yes, how reassuring. I’m sure she would have done everything in her power to keep you safe, and not run off to save her own skin. Again.”

At that the boys trailing behind them finally speak up.

“I mean to be fair, it was us she wanted to feed to the Tumblebums that one time, not Webby.”

“Yeah, her and Webby were supposed to slip off together while we got traumatized. Then my dear brothers decided to use me as bait instead, which, I feel, is obviously worse-"

“She just wanted to stop us arguing!”

Huey’s feet patter as he hurries to catch up.

“It’s my fault too, for getting all worked up and angry over some made up subterranean monsters- that’s why she got the idea of going down there in the first place! She was trying to help!”

“By putting you all in danger, as opposed to debating the issue safely above ground, obviously.” Beakley remarks dryly.

“And and AND!” Webby jumps in craning to peer pleadingly up at her grandmother. “We could’ve said no! She wasn’t going to force us down there or anything!”

“Well.” Huey hedges, hunching down, awkwardly honest. “She did throw my guidebook down the stairs…”

Webby stamps on his insole. Huey yelps.

Ducking out from under the protective hand of her grandmother Webby turns to face Beakley, forcing them all to a stop.

“Granny, please.”

Somewhere nearby there’s the sound of four people knocking into each other and tumbling to the sidewalk.

Webby ignores it. Taking a deep breath she says, softly. “...She’s my best friend.”

Bentina Beakley looks down at her, posture tired, eyes sad.

She sighs.

“… no, Webbigail. Not anymore.”

And the whole world falls out from under Webby’s feet.

“Yes she- yes she is!” Stammering, Webby tries to hear herself over the thundering in her chest. “She is and nothing you say is going to change that! Right Lena!?”

No one answers.

Webby looks around. “Lena?”

Launchpad, Huey, Louie, and Dewy stare back at her from under a nearby street lamp. The shadows around them are empty. No one else is there.

Lena is gone.

“Good riddance,” Beakley says, her hand settling back on Webby’s shoulder. “You are not to see her again, even if she does reappear, understand? You four are all good children with bright futures ahead of you-”

“Five, missus B.”

Beakley rolls her eyes. “Yes alright Launchpad, you five. The last sort of friend any of you need is someone like that.”

Weak-kneed, the weight of her Granny’s hand makes Webby sag.

Someone like that. Someone like that…

The words echo the rest of the way to the car and all through the long, silent drive back home.

It continues as they trudge through the double doors of McDuck manor, as Beakely hesitates on the landing outside the library and Webby's room, as Webby walks past her to brush her beak and heads back to the loft, quietly shutting the trap door behind her.

Webby doesn't sleep.

Later, long after her Granny has given up on patrols for the night, a climbing rope dangles its way down from Webby’s window.

Webby has somewhere to be.

Tonight, she has something more important to think about than her Granny’s rules.

Rushed tracks lead down the sandy beach towards a set of stepping stones, and a derelict, empty stage....

This time Webby leaps the stones with a single long jump.

"Lena, are you here?!"

Frantic, she doesn’t even bother with a summersault as she thumps down on the moldering floorboards, eyes darting hopefully at every shadow.

“Lena? Lena!”

The cavernous stands make her already loud voice even louder. Webby waits one breathless moment, then rushes on.

“Please be here, please be here, I don’t know where else to look for you if you’re not here!”

Blurring across the stage Webby yanks back the tattered curtain and races behind the leaning and broken stone columns, checking every corner, chanting all the while.

“And also please please don’t be mad! I’m sorry I didn’t say more to my Granny, and sooner, and better. But most of all please be here! Please?”

There’s no one behind the curtain or columns. No sounds answer her, except her own panicked voice.

Slowly, Webby comes to a stop at the edge of the stage.

“…Lena?”

'Lena?' echoes back the amphitheater, hollow and abandoned.

She stands there a long time. Listening. But just like on the playground, and just like on the street that night, the dark corners of the world stay empty.

And Lena doesn’t answer.

Knees wobble. Webby sits down hard on the old theater floorboards.

“Oh.” Pulling her legs up to her chest she tucks her bill against them, eyes filling as she starts rocking herself slowly back and forth, back and forth. “Okay. Okay. You’re not here right now. That’s okay.”

Lena doesn’t answer.

Webby shudders. “No. It’s not okay.” The tears spills over. “It’s not okay. It’s not okay.”

She blinks hard, still staring out into the stands.

“You- you didn’t even wait to hear me tell Granny she’s wrong about you.”

A whimper.

“We didn’t even get, to say goodbye…”

Burying her head in her knees, Webby wraps her arms around her head and squeezes tight, shuddering.

And behind her, a trap door opens.

The hinges of the mechanism make no sound, well-kept and carefully oiled into silence, and the figure that trudges up the steps also moves with practiced sneakiness, even with her arms full of ropes and bent-over pieces of rusty old piping.

Lena stops on the last step, bright green converse pausing mid-air, expression surprised.

Then she frowns.

“Uh, Pink? You okay?”

Vehemently Webby shakes her head without looking up.

“Okay? No! I’m n-not okay! Granny thinks my best friend is a ‘bad influence’, banned you from the manor, and won’t let me out unsupervised anymore! And and and-”

Her breath catches with a sob on every ‘and’.

“I never got your address or phone number or had time to surveil you, or plant a tracker, so the only place I know you like is the place we met- but you’re not here! And now,” she chokes, “now Granny says I'm not supposed to see you again and worse I don't know how to find you so I’m REALLY never going to see you again….”

Lena’s eyebrows skyrocket into her side-brushed bangs, then drop down like dark and moody thunderbolts.

“Are you kidding me?” she groans, “Ugh, what is with her!”

Slumping over, Lena dumps her armful of supplies and drops herself next to Webby on the stage, shoulders falling into a brooding slouch.

“I mean, I get that Tea Time doesn’t like me, but I didn’t think she’d try putting you on lockdown over it.”

Fabric rustles as Webby nods into her skirt. “I know. She’s a- a little overprotective.”

“A little?” Lena seethes.

Webby giggles. “Maybe a lot.” Sitting up with a sniff she scrubs her eyes on her sleeve. “She means well and I don’t want to break rules, it just hurts so much, and I miss you and… Wait, Lena!?”

Beak dropping open Webby whirls around, gaping.

Lena smiles back at her.

“Hey.”

And in an instant, Webby’s eyes are full of tears again.

“Lena!”

Launching herself forward Webby has Lena wrapped in her arms a split second before the tackle sends them slamming to the floor.

An ‘oof’ of air burst from Lena, thanks to the hug or the impact or both. Face half covered with Webby’s hair she grimaces up at the night sky.

“Wow great, missed you too.” It comes out as a wheeze. Having the air knocked out of you is a good excuse for being breathless. “Th-thing is, I’m really not much of a hugger…”

“Oh!”

Jolting upright Webby holds her arms out wide, as if they were dangerous weapons that could kill with a touch. Which they were.

“Right! Hugs are like whatever, or whatever- But you’re here!”

Pulling her arms in Webby hugged herself tightly and did a happy little wiggle as Lena sits up again.

“Even though it’s the middle of the night, you’re here! Were you waiting this whole time? Is that rope? And a crowbar!?” Every observation brought on a new level of excitement and new intensity of the wiggles.

Lena grins. “Yep. It’s rope and nah, I haven’t been here the whole time, had to go get some stuff. Like rope. Aaand a crowbar. Then I figured, hey, this sort of thing is way easier when it’s dark out anyway, you know?”

Jumping to her feet Webby pumps her fist in the air triumphantly.

“Yes! No! I have no idea what you’re talking about! What thing?”

Leaning an elbow on one knee Lena props her cheek on her fist and watches Webby, grin softening.

“Like, climbing over big fancy gates and up mansion walls to see my best friend, and stuff.”

Webby gasps. “You were going to break into the manor for me?”

“Well, try anyway.” Oversized, off-shoulder sweater slips a little further down as Lena shrugs. “Parkouring up walls isn’t really my thing, not everyone’s an amazing awesome acrobat like you, Pink, but eh. Girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“Oh.”

Webby bites her bill, happy look fading into something hesitant.

“…to see your friend?” she echoes back cautiously.

Lena raises an eyebrow. “Uh yeah, duh? What, you thought I was just gonna-” a finger snap and a vague flutter of Lena’s free hand indicates the deepening gloom of night. “Ka-pwsh out of there and be bored without you for the rest of my life?”

Webby winces. “I guess? A little?” Her hand burrow into her skirt, grip crinkling the neatly ironed pleats.

“I thought… I thought you were angry at me. For not standing up to Granny better, about you.”

Both Lena’s eyebrows shoot up this time. “She’s your grandma, Webby, what’re you gonna do? Send her to time-out?”

Webby smiles weakly. “Heh.”

“I’m pissed at her, not you. And.” Leaning in, Lena makes a show of hiding her beak from non-existent observers in the empty stands. “To be honest she’s not even wrong. I’m a VERY bad influence.”

Hands relaxing, Webby smile comes back with a twinkling in her eyes.

“No you’re not. You look all cool and smooth on the outside, but you’re all soft and gooey on the inside. You’re the best.”

Lena snickers, lounging to her feet. “Sure, and you broke rules just to come looking for me. I’m sure Colonel Crumpet wouldn’t blame that on bad influence at all.” She holds up a hand, palm out. “Who’s the rebel now?

Webby high-fives her with a laugh and doesn’t let go.

“Me! I’m a rebel now!” Gleeful laugh turns into a nervous giggle as she swings her and Lena’s hands between them. “Oh Granny’s going to be SO MAD when she finds out….”

“Who’s gonna tell her?”

“Also me, probably. Or maybe my empty bed, if I’m not home in the morning.”

“Orrr…”

Lifting their linked hands Lena leads Webby in a little giggling twirl before letting go with a flourish.

“You could be back in snug in bed before she even knows you were gone.” Bending down she started sorting through the pile of ropes and break-in implements. “Only after having some fun first, of course. How long until she notices you’re missing?”

“Hmm.” Webby hums, absentmindedly rubbing the hand that had been holding Lena’s. “Her next security sweep should be in approximately two-and-a-half hours.”

Lena looks up, pausing her search with a flat stare. “Security sweep? Seriously?

It’s Webby’s turn to shrug. “My Granny really likes a secure perimeter!”

“I guess I can dig that...” Muttering, Lena leans back down and pulls a couple of small cannisters from the jumble. “I can also think of at least three adventures we can have before you’ve gotta head back.”

Webby perks up so quickly her hairbow seems to snap to attention. “Adventures?”

Lena tosses her a cannister with a grin. “You up for it? I’ll even walk you home after.”

The sound that escapes Webby would have shattered the stage lights, if they hadn’t already all been smashed.

“YES! Yes to adventure!”

Bouncing up and down on her heels she makes a move as if to pounce on Lena again, then checks herself and clasps her hands together around the cannister instead.

“With my best friend!”

She pauses and blinks down at the thing in her hands.

“An adventure in… painting?”

“You got it.”

Tossing her own spray paint can from hand to hand Lena leads the way to a second set of stepping stones, these ones heading off the stage and into the stands.

“Okay so for this first adventure we’re gonna need to ditch the rope and get some water balloons. And paint. More paint. Like, a lot more paint. I’m thinking something in pink, maybe a day-glow... You cool with messing around with the Beagle Boys some more, right?”

Webby skips after her, almost floating on every step. “Totally! We only ALMOST died last time, after all!”

Lena snickers. “Yeeaah it sounds bad when you say it like that.”

“Bad as in good?” Webby askes, coming alongside her.

“Bad as in awesome.” Lena agrees, clinking their cans together in a toast.

“Aha!” Webby cheers as they set off into the patchwork shadows of the city night together. “I knew it! Oh hey you know what these spray cans remind me of this time Granny let me test out bear spray on a real bear, for practice, just to be safe, before dropping me off on the survive or die island for holiday, but- you know that phrase ‘kicking the can down the road’? It comes from this game kids play together and I’ve never had anyone to play it with but it sounds fun and anyway, the bear, right! Well back then I remembered that thing about the can kicking game too! And I got so excited I dropped the can and kicked the bear…”

The night deepens as Webby’s fills the air. Lena watches her, quiet and smiling, as the shadow lengthen around them.

One shadow, trailing reluctantly at Lena’s heels, pulls itself up a wall and twists itself into a new shape. The sharp figure of woman appears, with a short bob of ‘hair’ and a disgusted scowl.

Blegh...

The shadow hisses, soundless as the darkness.

If playing along with this pink little wretch doesn’t get us into Scroogie’s manor soon, I am going to be SICK.

Lena’s shoulders twitch.

It’ll be worth it. She thinks back at the shadow as it coils in behind her, insubstantial and somehow still breathing down her neck. So just shut up for a sec and let me focus.

Shut up?

An accusatory hiss rasps in her ear, discordant against the backdrop of Webby infodumping about the origins of pepper spray.

Are you telling me to shut up? ME?

Lena flinches.

The shadow dances at her back, it’s whisper turning ice-cold, smooth and scornful.

Poor little dumb-dumb Lena, so desperate that you're actually enjoying this, aren’t you...?

No, Lena think back quickly, wrenching her eyes away from Webby’s beaming smile and back to the street ahead of them. I’m not. I’m really, really not.

Hmm….

If Webby had looked up right then, instead of being busy reading out the ingredients listed on the spray paint can and listing all the ways they could be easily weaponized, if she had looked up, she might have seen Lena’s smile slip at the corners.

She might also have noticed an exhausted slump in the teen’s shoulders, or realized she’d seen a similar sad, guilty look in her Granny’s eyes only a few hours beforehand.

Or maybe not.

Lena hadn’t chosen to live under an abandoned theater for no reason, after all. She was very good at lying.

Especially to herself.

#Ducktales (2017)#weblena #bentina beakley #webby vanderquack #lena #magica de spell #huey duck #(side ordering of louie dewy and launchpad too)#fanfic #they're still gay your honor #humor #slice of life #slight angst #not terrafermians au #what-if #3k #i love u beakley im sorry

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