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aceofwhump · 1 month
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Torchwood: Children of the Earth Day Four (3x04)
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ladykailitha · 3 months
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After they've defeated Vecna, the Upside Down is destroyed, Eddie is saved.
But Steve is mortally wounded.
Eddie is holding Steve tight in his arms as Steve bleeds out.
Steve getting Eddie to promise to watch over Robin, to go to every graduation and life event for him.
Then Steve breathes his last.
Robin and Dustin are sobbing and it's all Eddie can do not join them when El shows up like an avenging fury.
A Valkyrie come to life. She's covered in mud and blood that may or may not be her own.
Her eyes are blazing, her fists are clenched.
"Steven Aaron Harrington," she growls. "I did not give you permission to slough off this mortal coil. You get your ass back here. Right. Now."
Eddie's eyes go wide. He looks down at Steve. "You hear that, baby? She full named you. You better do as she says."
Then suddenly Steve starts coughing up blood. But as he's alive to do so, Eddie counts it as a win.
Once he's stops coughing he looks up at El sheepishly.
"Sorry, Supergirl," he whispers. "I won't do that again. I promise."
She eyes him warily then nods her head curtly. Then promptly faints having used up the last of her power to save Steve.
Robin and Dustin rush to her aid as Eddie and Steve whisper their "I love you"s to each other, safe in knowing that they would both be around for the kids and each other.
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hogoflight · 2 months
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INCREDIBLY UPSETTING (me. It’s upsetting me.) HYPOTHETICAL VARIATION OF HYACINTHUS’ DEATH & REBIRTH:
OK we’ve got “Apollo grieves Hyacinthus so so so much he will not let him fully die and he becomes the Hyacinthus flowers”. And he is somewhat sentient as flowers. But how would Apollo feel, knowing and realising that every single year, Hyacinthus is dragged up from death to be reborn and split into thousands of little pieces of himself, to feel every single piece of himself dying and rotting and decaying individually, mere months after feeling a remote shadow of the life he once had? And this happens every single year!
WORSE THOUGHT: WHAT IF HYACINTHUS ASCENDS. and Apollo sees him alive again and he cries and sobs and clutches him so so tightly and is so relieved that he’s back and Hyacinthus is crying and laughing and holding him upright and they embrace and for a few months everything is so, so wonderful. Then Hyacinthus falls… ill. He shows signs of being poisoned. Soon, he cannot leave their bed, and sooner, he is gone once more. Apollo is utterly and wholly inconsolable, but not as inconsolable as he is next spring, once he sees Hyacinthus standing, once again, at the gates of Olympus, shaken and silent and slightly colder than he was last time.
How would they cope? Desperately holding and kissing each other (and yeah also doing each other) out of fear the next day may be one of Hyacinthus’ last, and as a way of trying to show how much they care without actually talking about anything? What if Hyacinthus grows jaded and his self-disgust takes root and grows as he sees how completely destroyed his Apollo has become out of worry of grief for him? How would Hyacinthus feel, knowing that even through climbing out of the underworld, through Greece, up Mount Olympus and through its gates, Apollo could and would only look at him like he’s already grieving for him (or maybe he never stopped)? What if they grow to feel deeply sick at the sight of each other for a tense, uncomfortable while? What if this snaps one day when Hyacinthus is very, very late for his usual arrival, when Apollo suddenly realises he chose to stay down, alone in Greece, Without him, to avoid seeing him again?
And what if, eventually, they learn to live with this cycle? What if they move to Hyperborea when Hyacinthus arrives (OKok this doesn’t make wider sense but IT’S OK) so they can see the world together, see what’s changed in the year he was gone, and spend the more of the moments they have gently basking in each others’ presence while they have it? What if every time Hyacinthus is brought above the ground once more, he visits places and friends he’s made in Greece, catches up with them, brings souvenirs and gifts and greetings to Apollo once he reaches him?
I imagine Aphrodite fits into this by either being the one to carry Hyacinthus into Olympus every time, out of care, or helping Hyacinthus on his journey to Olympus. which is very relevant bc he could choose to just stay in Greece during spring But also Of Course he goes to Olympus (almost…) every single time bc that’s where his love is. (His journey up to Olympus is therefore motivated by love and there’s no better person to guide that journey than the goddess of love herself!)
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castrian-amore · 5 months
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Bitter Had the Heart
By CastrianAmore on Ao3
Tim is the only one consistently watching. Thus he’s the first and only one to notice one more body following the streets like the bats do. A kid with all black hair and white motifs and an attitude problem that reminds him a tad too much of Jason. It was a shame Jason was adamant that he “didn’t know anything”, what a liar right?
But the streets of Gotham listened and the name on everyone’s lips playing like a discordant harmony was one word: Distortion. Not that Tim knew what it meant yet, but Danny would make sure he would. If Danny lived long enough for Tim to find out.
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whumpty-dumpty · 11 months
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NCIS New Orleans S04E06 (Acceptable Loss)
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 6 months
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Whumptember day 23
“I told you not to do that.” Passing out | Hyperventilating | New scars
Content warning: temporary death, suicidal idealation (arguably)
About two hours after the party had begun, Whumper opened the door to Caretaker’s cell. They were dragging Whumpee behind them, leaving a trail of blood. Whumpee’s limp body was thrown into the cell. Caretaker wasted no time rushing to their side.
Whumpee still wore the suit Whumper had forced them into. Two hours ago, it had looked brand new, a pearl white that stood in stark contrast to the dinginess of their cell. Now the suit was in taters, stained with Whumpee’s blood and torn by piercing blades. The wounds were deep, leaving stains so dark they seemed black.
Whumpee’s face was covered in drying tears, their face in a perpetual look of horror. Their eyes were blank, unfocused. Their head lolled limply on their shoulders, neck unnaturally twisted. They weren’t breathing. 
Caretaker stared at the body, fingers aching. 
“Well?” Whumper spoke, reminding Caretaker of their presence. Instinctually, they reached to pull Whumpee closer to them. “I’ve got people waiting for them to come back. Fix it.”
“I–,” something in Caretaker knew they should resist, but the unnatural stillness of Whumpee’s features silenced them. It always did. They nodded despite themselves, silencing whatever resistance they might’ve pretended to have if Whumpee were still alive. 
Gently, Caretaker straightened Whumpee’s body until it rested flat against the ground. They tried to position their head to face upward, but it simply fell limply to the side each time. When Caretaker caught a glimpse of bone pushing against the skin of Whumpee’s neck, they stopped trying. 
Caretaker brought their shaking hands to Whumpee’s chest. After a moment, their hands began to glow a soft white.
No matter what Caretaker tied, the process always began with Whumpee regaining consciousness. Caretaker saw the moment life returned to Whumpee’s eyes. Their mouth wided on instinct, attempting to gasp with lungs that still thought they were dead. Their face spasmed in pain. 
Caretaker pressed their hands more firmly into Whumpee, praying that doing so would somehow quicken the process.
Their powers moved steadily throughout Whumpee’s body. Caretaker heard the shifting of flesh and bone as Whumpee’s neck repaired itself. They felt Whumpee’s heart resume its beating, felt their body twitch as they regained movement of their limbs. As their lungs began to function again, Whumpee gasped, eyes filling with tears.
Finally, the glow faded from Caretaker’s hands. All that remained of Whumpee’s death were the faintest of scars and a mess of blood. They didn’t move their hands from Whumpee.
Whumpee turned to look at them, something desperate and wild in their eyes. “I–I told you not to do that,” they panted, still too weak to do anything but whisper. “Stop, please just let me–,”
Whumper didn’t wait for Whumpee to finish. As soon as the glow left Caretaker’s hands, Whumpee was grabbed by the arm. They were pulled away from Caretaker, forced to stand on trembling legs. “Hurry up, you’re not done tonight.”
Whumper’s grip on Whumpee was ironclad. Whumpee didn’t fight as they were pulled out of the cell. They stared at Caretaker. Their eyes were desperate, haunted and tearfilled. Their eyes were pleading, asking Caretaker for something they couldn’t give.
Caretaker did not break contact until Whumpee disappeared down the hall. When Whumpee finally disappeared, Caretaker’s eyes traveled down to the bloodstain left on the floor. They thought of the dozens of other bloodstains Whumpee had left, and the dozens of times Whumpee had begged not to be brought back. 
Bringing Whumpee back only allowed them to suffer again. Caretaker knew that, knew that the cycle of life and death was agonizing, that death would be far kinder. 
Caretaker looked down at the blood on their hands. They knew they weren’t strong enough to be kind. 
They simply sat, mind numb as they waited for Whumpee to die again.
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thegodovereverything · 6 months
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TMNTober prompt: Try Again?
Ao3 link
@tmntober-2023
Cw: death, but he gets better, Time loop, blood, injury
(Please let me know if I need to add anything else)
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The Utrom stalked the rocky plains of what used to be New York, their metallic whirring the only sound in the desolate wasteland they created. Underneath them was a city in fear, just waiting for the moment they were found out. Splinter and his boys were determined that they never would be.
All five of them were above the surface. They had heard rumors of a human working for the Krang, assisting with luring refugees into a “safe place”, only to bring the might of the Krang upon them.
They needed to find this human and get as much information out of them as possible.
They walked as a group, keeping to the shadows to evade notice.
Leo gave the hand motion for everyone to stop. The Technodrome towered above them. With one quick portal, they were inside. The walls reminded Splinter of flesh, pulsing in time to some unknown heart beat. His mouth pulled up in disgust and he motioned for his sons to quicken. He didn’t want to spend any more time here than he needed to.
They explored the Technodrome for what felt like hours, but according to Purple’s gauntlet (somehow still at full battery), they had only been in there for twenty minutes. The ship was filled with strange rooms, pink flesh arranged into consoles and machine shapes with unknown purposes.
About forty minutes into their exploration they find more clues of human inhabitance.
There were the shells of utroms laying on the ground in various states of disassembly. A coffee machine sat proudly upon a flesh desk, hooked up to a portable battery. Purple was able to somehow fit it into his battle shell.
They continued onwards. They passed what looked like a kitchen, stocked with strange foods, and another lab before they found their target.
Baxter Stockboy was laid back onto a fleshy consoles, pink tentacles wrapping around and into his body.
“He must be the human everyone was talking about,” whispered Raph, motioning for everyone to start the investigation.
The sound of wet, moving flesh stopped them in their tracks. Splinter and his sons readied themselves to fight whatever would come to be.
Stockboy was slowly raised up, until he was nearly standing. The tentacles still trailed both over and under his skin and his eyes shone an unsettling white.
“Hello, turtles,” Baxter wrinkled his nose, “and rat. So nice of you to join us. Please. Have a seat.”
Tentacles shot up from the floor, forcing Splinter to sit.
His sons struggled against their confines, but were ultimately powerless, their weapons knocked to the ground from the tentacles. Stockboy laughed. It wasn’t the laugh of a human. It was dry and layered, like multiple people were speaking at once, just out of sync.
Orange’s hands crackled with his ninpo, slowly reaching out to his brothers. Splinter’s had long dried out, from constant use without proper technique.
Stockboys feet touched the floor, the tentacles loosening so they trailed behind him like wires and tubes as he paced.
“You five have caused quite a lot of trouble for us here, you know. You’ve destroyed our camps, evaded capture. Haven’t even had the decency to subscribe and donate to ‘Baxter Stockboys Tips for Living in the Apocalypse’. Maybe if you had, you would’ve done what I did. Joining them was really the only choice.”
He chucked again. Splinter’s heart raced inside his chest, frantically trying to get out.
His sons ninpo connected, their markings glowing in response. He winced. Their family heritage was many things, but subtle it was not. Baxter Stockboy immediately noticed. With one flick of the teenagers wrist, his sons had tentacles racing towards them. Thankfully, they had had countless training dealing with tentacles trying to stab them through. And now that they had a better grasp of the situation, his sons were ready to attack.
Blue summoned a new sword from the pen he always keeps on him. Slashing at the tentacles that raced towards him, he took quick work of his confines. Purple summoned a bazooka, blasting through the approaching threats. Blue freed the rest of his brothers, each of them facing Stockboy in turn. Their ninpo made weapons nearly glowed.
The Krang infected teenager caught on quickly. When Blue raised his sword to free Splinter, Stockboy raised his hand.
Out of the ground came a sharpened tentacle. Its aim was focused, exact.
His son stopped, sword raised, face contorted in horror. Splinter had a piercing pain in his head and one of his eyes had lost sight, leaving a black spot on his left side.
Splinter knew he wouldn’t live through this. He tried to lift his hand, but it refused. Instead he opened his mouth to speak, to assure his sons. He needed to let them know he loved them, that he was proud of them. All that came out was a strangled croak. He settled with a crooked smile. He hoped it was assuring.
The tentacle pulled out with a tug. His head leaned down without his control, his son now out of his now blood filled sight.
Goodbye, my sons.
And his life faded to black.
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Splinter came to in a stadium. He was standing on top of a dead yokai. A loud roar surrounded him, shaking the ground underneath his feet.
“THATS ANOTHER VICTORY FOR THE LEGENDARY LOOOUUUU JITSU!!”
He was completely surrounded with yokai, cheering louder than anyone’s been in nearly five years.
He brought his hands to his face, feeling for the gaping hole that was just put through it. There was nothing there. His face was completely different, smooth and furless.
He was taller than he’s been in years. His feet were kept in shoes that fit, with no claws in sight.
As he stood upon the corpse of his past victory and stared at the crowd that roared his name, he came to a dawning realization.
He was back again.
He’ll have to fight to kill. He’ll have to live as a human just to have it snatched back from him. He’ll get to raise his boys again, but this time learning from his mistakes. He gets to do better.
With legs that were way too long he stumbled off the corpse. He was going to survive for his boys
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whumpypepsigal · 1 year
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Whumptober 2022 | No. 8: EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING
stomach pain | head trauma | back from the dead
Infinite (2021): “Evan, you’re okay. Just breathe.”
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floofanflurr · 9 months
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@just-a-soft-kid want some angst?? You asked and you shall receive!!!!
These are drabbles for Heart on the Table, and take place before the events of my story. However that means that it's just canon Undertale at this point! Meaning you don't need to read Heart on the Table at all to read these drabbles. CW: graphic injury, temporary death.
This is based around the idea that Sans was there when Frisk died, and that Frisk knew he was there.
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There were eyes on them. Frisk could feel them, but they couldn't pay attention. All of their focus was on rolling out of the way of the axes swinging above their head.
Frisk rolled forward onto the ground, dirt and cold snow melting into their sweater as they tried to dodge the sharp metal.
They weren't fast enough, though, and they had to bite back a yelp as Dogamy's axe cut through their side and sweater. It took a second for the pain to register, the metal so cold and sharp that they barely noticed. But then fire raced down the injury and they faltered.
Backed into the corner of the bullet box, and slowed down by the gash through their side, Frisk wasn't able to dodge Doggaressa's next swing.
It came straight at them and tore through their stomach and SOUL. Their skin split open easily, like a knife through butter.
Dying hurt. It didn't matter how many times it happened, it still hurt.
The world was blacking out, Frisk's vision fading, but just before it all ended, they looked up to meet the gaze that they had felt on them.
Sans was leaning against a tree in the distance, his hands in his pockets as he met their gaze with the same smile he always had on.
His back was the last thing Frisk saw as he slowly turned around and walked away.
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Blood gargled out of Frisk's lips as they fell to their knees and clutched at their chest. Their lungs burned as blood filled them and Mad Dummy cackled only a short distance away.
Frisk couldn't stop themself from trying to breathe again, but all that filled their mouth was blood. They couldn't get air and it burned.
They had died so many times to Mad Dummy at this point. They hadn't figured out how to make friends yet.
They would do it, though. They would get past this eventually. Frisk was determined to get past.
As the Encounter around them faded into black, Frisk looked up.
Sans stood there.
He was near the exit that Frisk couldn't get to, half hidden in the shadows. The same blank smile was on his face.
They expected it at this point. Frisk realized a bit ago that Sans was always just around the corner.
They were glad. Even if Sans stared at them with an empty smile and walked away, he was always there.
It was nice to know they weren't dying completely alone.
Sure, no one cared when they died, but maybe they could pretend he did. He was there, after all.
Frisk fell back against the cave wall and tried to take another breath in, only to get burning pain. Hot copper filled their mouth and it was all they could taste as it drowned them.
Their vision began fade to black as blood dribbled out of their lips.
But before they died, they met Sans's gaze and smiled wide.
Sans's grin twitched, and a funny look that Frisk had never seen before crossed his face.
Unlike normal, the last thing Frisk saw wasn't Sans's back. Instead, their eyes slipped closed to Sans standing and staring at them.
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lavendertwilight89 · 1 year
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Swimming in Jade
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Sorry for the delay! But here we are! The final two chapters to Swimming in Jade! Huge shout out to @fawn-eyed-girl for all her beta-ing and @otaku-108​ for the beautiful art! @inu-spiration​
READ HERE ON AO3
START FROM THE BEGINNING HERE!
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tartarusknight · 4 months
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I don't know what you're hunting. It's not me, it's something else 8/10
Also on ao3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8: all is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you.
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Erica had fallen asleep in the plastic chair in Max's room. She hadn't meant to, she never did. But it happened so often that the nurses stopped kicking her and Lucas out when visiting hours were over. They stayed out of the way and quiet as a thank you. However when she awoke. the hospital staff were the least of her worries.
She had to watch the others gear up, ready to head out and face the dangers the Upside Down created. She had to learn that Steve was transformed into some kind of beast along with Eddie. And that Steve had attacked the group. A fact that Erica couldn't get over.
Not when she could picture Steve, Robin, and Dustin playing d&d with her when her books were taken away. When she got to be their DM, Steve had continuously gotten into danger because he refused to let Robin or Dustin get hurt. How could that person be the one to attack the group?
Now she was left alone to think about it. In the room of Max, who she avoided being alone with normally. Max who made guilt and shame stir up inside of her. It was either thinking about Eddie and Steve or Max. And none of them were fun to think about. Because if she started thinking about Max she began to focus on the what-ifs.
What if Erica hadn't gone along with the plan? What if she had noticed Jason early enough to warn Lucas? What if she had been able to get away from the jock faster and stop Jason from hurting Lucas? What if, what if, what if.
The first time she had been involved, it hadn't been like this. She didn't stress over the what-ifs. She couldn't when they won. She had felt guilty about leaving Steve and Robin behind but the two had been quick to kill that thought. They both had been there for her when she had nightmares. They cared about her and made her feel safe. She didn't know if she'd ever get that feeling back.
She moved and fixed the blanket to keep Max a little warmer. Her eyes glanced at the clock again and wished Lucas would come back because she kind of hated being in here alone. It didn't help that everything felt too quiet after the loud noise of everyone getting ready and heading back out into the night. All she had now was the beep of the monitor and the machine that made sure Max was breathing.
Yet even on edge, she couldn't leave Max alone. She didn't want Max to be alone for a moment even if she wasn't awake. Even if Erica wasn't saying anything. She wanted to comfort the older girl. Max would never admit to wanting comfort if she was awake. But Erica knew that being alone, that would be worse. After all, because Max had isolated herself, she never healed and became a target for the monster, Vecna. 
As she considered picking up Lucas's book and reading to Max or just talking out loud, pretending that Max could hear her, she heard something. There was a strange sound, muffled through the walls, coming from outside. It made her heart pick up as she tried to place it. It almost sounded like a mountain lion; their sounds were close to a scream but still animalistic in a way. She tried to be optimistic. Tried to say that it really was a mountain lion, but she knew better. She never heard this exact sound before, but she was sure it came from a monster native to the Upside Down.
Only that wasn't the only noise. Another sound came from a different direction. It had Erica tensing because this one was close. Too close. Seconds after the noise echoed through the hospital the sound of screams pierced the air. Human screams filled with pain and terror as the noise of roaring, low, and rattling echoed down the hall.
She knew the others went out to find Steve and Eddie, but it sounded like one of them had decided to come to them. Her throat bobbed as she thought about their teeth digging into her just like the bats had done to them. Would it kill her? Or perhaps it would change her just like it had them. She didn't know which option she liked better.
She looked at Max who stayed silent in her bed. Erica wished desperately that someone had stayed back with her. That she wasn't here alone. That they followed the boys back here and they'd come to protect her. Because this wasn't something she could do. She couldn't outpower a monster. Especially being unarmed and stuck in a room with someone who couldn't protect themselves either.
She moved quickly, shutting and locking the door before resting her back against it. But it didn't feel like enough. She moved away from the door as quietly as she could, grabbing onto the bar on Max's bed as she tried to think of a plan. If she thought that it wouldn't ruin things to call the others back, she would. There was a scream that wasn't too close but close enough to have fear feel like it was choking her out.
She stayed frozen her breath shallow as she listened to the sounds of something slowly walking down her hallway. She prayed that it was someone like Sam Owens. Someone who would protect her. A wet guttural shriek echoed down the hall and Erica flinched. She felt young. She felt like she was running up the steps of the Creel House to find Lucas crying over Max's body. She felt like it was too late and couldn't stop shaking.
A shadow passed the curtain over the small bulletproof glance on the door. She held her breath going as quiet as she could be. A soft hum came from just out of the door and the shadow passed back, this time stopping at the door. The handle was attempted but the lock stopped it. Erica almost let out a sob, but she covered her mouth with her hand. The handle stopped shaking and a dark shadowed hand went to the glass. Erica waited for it to smash through. For one of the boys to break the door down.
Instead, a soft knock, almost polite, came from the glass. Just a light couple of taps like they were being kind. “Erica?” Robin's voice was a little raspy. Erica's eyes widened; she figured Robin had gone with the rest. Why had she stayed back? “Erica, I know you're in there. Could you let me in?” Robin asked but it wasn't quite the same kind tone Erica was used to. It felt as if someone was trying to imitate her kind tone and was a little off.
“I know that the sounds are scary, but I can help you get out of here. I can protect you like I usually do.” Robin promised and Erica gripped onto Max's bed tighter. “I think together we could protect Max,” Robin added, and Erica felt tears welling up. She should be relieved; she should be thankful. But something felt off. “Don't cry, Erica. Don't cry it's okay. I'm right here to protect you. All you have to do is open the door.”
Another knock came to the window before the handle shook as Robin tried it again. “I don't- you don't want to anger me, right? You're my friend, so open the door.” Erica looked at the pale form of Max, wishing that someone was there with her. That Max would wake up and tell her what to do. To tell her what she was missing.
“Erica,” Robin's voice was angrier this time, a small underlining growl to the word. “I thought you cared about me. I thought you loved me. Don't you care? Don't you want to help me? You can let me in and we can hide in there together. I'm the  one that can protect you.”
Guilt bubbled up in Erica and she wiped the tears from her face. "You promise not to hurt me?" She asked, her voice breaking. She felt fragile like Robin's response could hurt her.
The other cooed softly, "Of course. I could never hurt you. I love you so much. I care so much," she promised, and the underlying anger was gone. It sounded more like her than before.
She took a deep breath, ready to open the door. However, before she could move a hand reached and took Erica's. She jumped and looked down at the form of Max. Her eyes weren't open, but her hand had no doubt was gripping hers. "Erica, are you going to open the door? Don't you want to  let me in?" Robin said through the door but Erica was frozen.
Robin should be with the others. If she had stayed behind, she would've stayed in the room with her. She would've been right next to Erica as they waited. "You're not the real Robin," she stated. Her decision made a growl rumble from the shadowy figure in the window.
"Yes, I am! Let me in!" she bellowed and Erica could hear that guttural edge to her tone. Matching the sounds from before,
Her eyes blinked away tears, a sob ripping through her as she realized that Robin must've been bitten or Vecna was playing trying to trick her. Whatever it was, it wasn't her Robin. She held Max's hand back and shook as the door shuttered again. “ Erica !” Robin's shout sounded less like her name and more like a growl. A sound like something a monster would make.
She tried to hold strong as she looked around for somewhere they could go. Her eyes stopped on a wheelchair but there wasn't anywhere to move. There wasn't a place to go. Her eyes stopped on the walkie Lucas forced into her hand earlier, just in case they needed to contact the hospital that they had someone injured.
Moving quickly, she grabbed it and brought it to her mouth. “Code Red, I- I don't know what's happening there but there's something pretending to be Robin. I-”
“ Erica !” Robin roared again, cutting her off. She watched as the shadow disappeared for a moment before it slammed into the door. The door shook and Erica knew it wouldn't take much more to get the door open.
“Code Red,” Erica's voice was weak, and she dropped the walkie on the next slam.
A sob ripped free, and she moved to stand between Max's bed and the door. She was terrified but she refused to let Max be hurt. She wouldn't fail her again. The door shook again before it hit the ground. It forced Erica to jump back to avoid getting hit. Robin stood there, looking like someone pulled her arms until they stretched out, her eyes were black, and her hands were long claws that were practically talons.
But what terrified Erica was the way she smiled at Erica. Sharp teeth showed back, and Erica was shocked still. The radio on Max's hospital bed flared to life and it set Robin into motion. Erica didn't even have time to process Lucas's voice as she dodged out of Robin's reach.
She hadn't realized she opened Max up to Robin until she realized that Robin wasn't even looking at Max. As if Max wasn't even in the room. Robin's movements were slow, like a predator on the hunt and Erica had never felt more like prey. But she knew that the longer she stayed in that room, the bigger the chance of Max getting hurt. So, she turned and ran.
The sound of claws scratching on the floor was behind her as Robin raced after her. Her heartbeat picked up until it pounded in her ears. Tears welled up as she realized how fucked everything was. Of the things the rest of them hadn't told her. That the blood on the other's clothes must have been Robin's. Steve had attacked Robin. Erica didn't even think the two had fought before. But now they were both this- this creature.
She turned the corner as smoothly as she could, but Robin wasn't as graceful. She hit the wall from the speed she had been going, scrambling to point herself in the right direction once again. But she was still gaining on her. Robin was still going to reach her. Erica couldn't outrun her. Not before and definitely not now.
Erica screamed as she was tackled to the ground. A memory of Andy pinning her to the ground flashed in her mind as she fought against the tight grip on her body. “Please, please, please,” she sobbed but this wasn't Robin.
are we allies or enemies? this will be the death of me (Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives) Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Tags: @ellietheasexylibrarian@nburkhardt@artiststarme@flowers-that-sing@juleswashere3@indiearr@remosdeerica
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aceofwhump · 1 month
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Torchwood 4x07 "Immortal Sins"
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idrinkpasta · 1 year
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Fire Inside (Mario Brothers)
Warning: this contains somewhat graphic violence and temporary death. Be warned.
Bowser let out an animalistic roar, filled with rage at Mario's attack. He breaths out scorching blue flames in a violent gust. He does this repeatedly, Mario dodging each time. Until he doesn't.
It's a direct hit. Mario let out a gutteral scream as his flesh burned from the ferocious heat. His conscientious fades fast.
It is silent. Luigi hesitantly walked towards his brother's corpse within this horrific quiet, breaking the ever fragile silence. "Mario... Mario... Oh, God." A sob rips its way from Luigi's mouth and he drops on his knees.
Bowser had stopped fighting, his anger quelled by a deep regret. His eyes were wide and he stepped closer.
"Go away. Look at what you did, Bowser. This is unforgivable. You killed him..." Luigi sobbed.
"I'm... I'm sorry," Bowser replied, eyes telling his regret.
"Apologies don't undo what you did. Nothing will. My brothers life was ended by your selfishness. It's all your fault," Luigi said, a harsh glare on his face.
Kamek flies into the room. "Your ugline--"
"Not now, Kamek!"
Kamek took a look at what was happening, and his eyes widen. "Your viciousness... You killed him..." Kamek took a deep breath. "Alright, we can fix this."
"How?! You can't bring back the dead!" Luigi yelled, cradling his brothers ever quiet corpse. "N...Nothing will ever bring him back... He's gone... Not even a one up could bring him back. Not from this."
"Bowser, I'm releasing Peach. She knows what to do," Kamek limply stated, then doing so without hesitation. Bowser lifelessly nodded in response.
Peach daintily walked over to Mario's corpse and sat beside him. She brings out a One-Up and holds his hand while placing it on his chest. She hums a rejuvenating tune, pink magic flowing in her hands from the One-Up. The One-Up shrivels up, and Mario's chest began to rise and fall.
"He's breathing. He's going to have to fight if he wants to make it," Peach murmurs. "But I know he will. He always does. And he always will until he cannot."
Meanwhile, Mario felt himself jolt within his consciousness. He looked around the lifeless area, pain within his soul. He was alive, he knew that, but how long could it last. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Did he even want to continue.
"Maaaaaario!"
Mario looked around, having heard his brothers voice. "Luigi... Luigi, I'm here. I promise."
"Maaaaaaaaaario!"
Mario wanders towards the light in his soul, but something stops him. He looked and Eldstar was floating in front of him. "Eldstar?"
"Do you wish to continue, or do you wish to extinguish your flame?" Eldstar asks, "Or do you wish to fight?"
"I... I want to fight. I need too," Mario answers.
"There's a flame inside of you. Embrace it with love," Eldstar murmurs and Mario felt a warm sensation.
Mario opens his eyes. He was now in his house, Luigi awake by his bed. "Lui...gi?"
Luigi hugged Mario gently. "You... You made it. You're alive."
"I'm... I'm alive." Mario nodded. "And I'm so so glad."
"I'm glad too, Mar... I'm glad." Luigi smiled, tears falling from the relief. "Now rest some more."
Mario was about to object but curled. "M'kay... Goodnight, fratellino."
"Goodnight, fratellone," Luigi smiled and watched as his brother falls asleep in his embrace.
Eldstar watched, smiling as he faded back to Star Haven. "Embrace your fire young one. It will keep you warm, even when you become a Star."
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acidic-eye · 3 months
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Come back to me
“Magic show?” Hyrule asked curiously, staring at the sign posted on the notice board in skyloft, “whats that?” he turned to Sky with his head tilted to the side. The small fae sat on Skys palm, his wings flittered slightly, a common sign of the boys confusion,
Sky felt his eyes narrowed in confusion, reading over the sign once again, “Im not quite sure. I've never seen something like this before.” he turned to the rest of the chain, he caught the eyes of time, (or rather the eye of time) the eldest of the group sighed slightly at Skys gaze, gazing at the rest of the group. 
“We could use a break, that last battle took a lot out of us all, hyrule are you up for healing yet?” the fae nodded at time, jumping off Skys hand and transforming back into his human like form. “Tend to Four and Wild first. Wars, can you check over everyone else for any pressing injuries?” the two nodded, getting to work quickly at the elders request.
‘ I already said im fine time. Hyrule, heal twi instead, I think his arms broken.’ wild signed, the young dragons tail lay limply on the floor, unlike most of the time when it was constantly moving and causing on more then one occasion, someone to trip over it. Sky had seen it be stabbed by a black blooded lizofo from wilds hyrule whilst they had been in fours hyrule before the world change. 
“For Hylias sake can you please just let ‘rulie do his job.” legend rolled his eyes at the newest member of the chain, twilight glared at the Vet, who promptly found his black colored nails to be the most interesting thing. 
“Sky can it be trusted? Its your hyrule after all.” Time questioned, the cut along his arm was being examined by Wars, but still maintained eye contact with Sky. “Im not sure.” Sky mumbled, something was wrong with the flier, what it was? Sky was unsure what it was for certain, but he shook off the feeling. 
“Ill get us some rooms, we can sleep on it, but without a doubt, it is quite strange.” sky finally decided. He unfolded his red and white wings as he prepared to take off to meet with sun. based on where they were, they would be able to reach the inn within ten minutes on foot, including the slight setback of four being unconscious due to the change, the portals had always messed him up, no matter how close in times they swapped. 
“Ill be back.”
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Bitter had the Heart
Dead Tired(Tim Drake x Danny Fenton), Tim Drake-centric, unfinished, the author is plotting, temporary character death, please check out ao3 for full tags list
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Chapter 3: We are Not Translating Fanfiction
Tim didn’t understand why he had even picked this class for this particular credit. He technically didn’t need it. Then again it seemed more interesting than the other classes and Tim had been hoping for a challenge for once. The teacher was big on working as team and while, yeah Tim could do it. He preferred to work alone on his topics and thankfully there was an odd amount of people in his class so when he requested to do the group assignments he allowed it. 
Until today. 
One Daniel “Danny” Nightingale, was a late transfer into the class for unknown reason. It was also the mysterious kid in the alley. He looked a little better in person but the vote was that he was definitely sick, whether just right now or long term had yet to be determined. He leaned heavily on a cane at the moment walking with a heavy limp.
Tim could point out his handsome features though. The higher cheekbones. The stunning raven hair, his piercing blue eyes. The kid definitely wasn’t immune to the streets. The way he held himself on the verge of running. The sunken wary eyes. This kid was far too comfortable with living in fight or flight mode. If he even knew anything else it would be surprising. 
The teacher pointed to Tim giving him the spot right next to him advising sitting next to the person he would be partnered with. It wasn’t required by any means but it certainly was an option, and he did. 
“So, now that that’s out of the way, where was I? Oh yes the IPA. The International Phonetic Alphabet.” Professor Kaivan began his speech as Danny pulled out a piece of notebook paper and pencil sitting next to Tim. 
“Uh, hi, I’m Danny,”The kid held out his hand and Tim shook it. A cold chill going up his spine from how cold he was, damn. 
“Tim Drake-Wayne,”he introduced with ease, expecting the man to back away or at least move seats because of his name. The Wayne name caught most people off guard but Danny seemed unfazed by it all. In fact he didn’t even flinch or stutter or reel at who he was talking to even. 
“Nice to meet you Tim,”Danny gave him a bright smile. “Apologies for having you stuck with partnering for me after I’m already a late transfer.”
“No issue. Can I ask why you had to transfer?”Tim raised an eyebrow at the man. Their words quiet as the professor droned on. 
“I was in Latin, and I can fluently speak and read latin. The professor kept getting things wrong and I kept correcting them. They kept insisting because they’re the ‘professor’ but I kept insisting I was right, which I was. She didn’t like that so she kicked me out. She got so annoyed she refused to teach me. Thus leaving me with about to loose my credit I really needed this semester so I asked if I could late transfer into another language based class.” 
“And here you are?” 
“Here I am. Only teacher that was willing to give me a chance.” 
Tim snorts a little. Tim had only almost been kicked out of a class one, and that was one of his law classes. Tim kept correcting the professor over and over and over again, and it kept pissing off the professor so bad. Tim had a sneaking suspicion he was going to like this guy. He just hoped the guy was as intelligent as he seemed. 
Being fluent in a dead language was no easy task. None of the bats were fluent in a lot of dead languages but they all knew several spoken languages and a little of a few dead ones. Tim more than others. Books were always his specialty. He preferred to spend the house researching alone in his room or the bat cave. It was part of the reason the other claimed he had a coffee addiction. He did not by the way. He didn’t know what Dick was even talking about. 
“Professor Kaivan is pretty relaxed about that kind of stuff. He assigns minimal homework and prefers to do the group projects over everything else.” 
“Yeah his rate-my-professor score is pretty high.” 
“Sounds about right,”Tim agrees, turning back to the topic at hand for the moment. 
“Now, learning the International Phonetic Alphabet is not for the faint of heart. Having someone to listen and assist when learning this is vital. One of the many reasons everyone in this room has a partner. Learning it is vital for the rest of your success in this class. Breaking down specific sounds a language makes and making it easy for everyone to read any language in this format.” 
Professor Kaivan was an interesting man. Until four and a half years ago he had some of the worst rate your professor scores, but it was rumored that after the death of his partner he sobered up and wanted to help people. Since then, he has been a great teacher. Using his partner method to teach people, becoming a caring professor, giving students days in class to study and work on whatever work needed to be done. He wasn’t a super hard professor to have. 
His hair was graying as the man was into his late 40s going on 50s. Sideburns and his beard graying though. He dressed pretty chill too, half the time coming into class wearing a casual cardigan and a beanie. He was an accomplished guy with a full on doctorate in linguistics. Masters in Psychology and bachelors in the study of Italian. Most of his focus seemed to be on the intricacies of the Italian language but Tim was fluent in Italian and didn’t care to take any of his italian classes. Not that the man had many. 
“I know the 107 letters can be difficult and if you don’t know what to listen for they can sound similar to each other, but that’s why this whole unit is just on breaking down the IPA, and making sure all of us can read, and understand it. Okay?” 
Mummers of okays and yesses echoed through the lecture hall. Tim opened his phone, scrolling to Dick’s phone number and clicking on it. 
Timmy Boi: Guess who just walked into my Linguistics class as a late transfer?
Dickie Bird: Who? 
Timmie Boi: Alley kid
Dickie Bird: No fucking way. Is he that rude in person?
Timmie Boi: No not yet at least. We’re partnered up for the semester though, so plenty of time for me to find out heh. Dude’s got a cane. 
Dickie Bird: So not our so-called mystery vigilante Jason wants us to meet?
Timmie Boi:  Unlikely, He also looks sick as a mother fucker Dick. Like it’s bad. 
Dickie Bird: Damn, so still no leads until Friday? 
Timmie Boi: Unfortunately not. Cams still distorted as fuck with those symbols?
Dickie Bird: Just like all the others. Only copies we have are hand drawn references. No one can get a clear pic. 
Timmie Boi: Anyluck on the Distortion dude? Anything on him?
Dickie Bird: Uhh, he showed up 3 years ago? Works for Jason mostly. Started as a runner, then became body guard and personal protection for a lot of the shipments going in and out of Jason’s domain. That was only after bribing over 15 inmates too. 
Timmie Boi: How the fuck did Jason keep someone, a meta namely, from us for so long? 
Dickie Bird: Who knows. One guy said something about protecting a child. The child is Jason’s guard dog. Brutal when he needs to be. Maybe he’s scarier than he looks? People kept quiet over fear? 
Timmie Boi: You’re the people person, but even then if people are scared we would have heard something else. I just think we have something else in the picture here that we’re missing it all. 
Dickie Bird: Well, any cameras he passed by that night went to static. I had Barb check it out for us. 
Timmie Boi: So his gift can mess with cameras? Only mildly concerning. 
Dickie Boi: Wait, why are we having this conversation right now Tim? You’re in class?!?!?! I’m leaving you alone. Pay attention, and don’t fall asleep, and DRINK WATER FOR ONE IN YOUR CAFFEINE ADDICTED LIFE. 
Timmie Boi: YOU CAN’T STOP ME DICK. I’M GETTING COFFEE RIGHT AFTER THIS. 
Speaking of coffee, he could probably get mystery-dude’s phone number for their homework and stuff. Maybe he could even get coffee with him and help him with his classes. And maybe find out more about that night in the alley. 
“What are you doing after class?”Tim spoke up to look over at the man. Danny wasn’t even paying attention to the lecture. He was… drawing? Way better than anything Tim could draw that was for sure. Maybe he would get along with Damian? Tim liked the easier stuff, taking pictures. He could draw but he didn’t like it nearly as much as being able to get behind a camera and take some beautiful photos. Man, he should get back into that again. Dick was always pressing him to get back into a hobby outside of crime solving. He liked to stick with what he was good at though. 
“Oh? Uh nothing really, just contemplating existence. Why what’s up?”Danny gave a soft shy smile. Oh no. His smile was cute. Also wait, contemplating existence?
“Well, I figured if we’re gonna be stuck together all semester we could get coffee and talk about the project and get to know each other a little better.” Tim could watch a wave of anxiety slip over the man. 
“Well, I don’t know maybe,”a small shrug then a quiet moment of contemplation. “Actually, sure that’d be nice!”  
“Great!”
“Wait, we already have a project?”Danny’s eyes widened looking from his doodle of something? Tim couldn’t make it out but it was pretty? Looked like a pool of swirling water sketched in a gray scale. Who knows. This guy must have been so distracted he didn’t hear the teacher’s words about their project. Rewriting a speech in a non-english language into the phonetic alphabet. 
Tim couldn't help but laugh a little at him. 
This caught a small look from the teacher and Tim stifled his laughter a little even as Danny began to fight his own laughter as the two looked at each other. That was so dumb. Why was he even laughing at that?
“I’ll explain after class.” 
“Sounds good to me, I’m just sitting here… doodlin’.” 
“I see that..” Tim gave him a smile as Danny chuckled himself turning back to his drawing. The man stretching his arms upwards turned to actually pay attention to the teacher. A small frown coming across his face noticing the thin spindly scars edging up the side of his neck across the back of his neck. What the fuck was that? He shook his head. 
Tim stayed mostly alert the rest of the hour long class. Kaivan had started going through the various letters of the IPA and their origins and why they were chosen. It was interesting to say the least. He had learned a lot and the class was definitely different than what he was used too. Danny on the other hand. 
Fuck Tim hoped the dopey smiles and spaced out stared was how he payed attention or their partnership was going to be a lot more strenuous than he originally thought. He swore he saw him falling asleep a couple times there before jerking himself awake. Not that Tim could blame him. He averaged only about 3 hours a night if he was lucky. Then again, Tim didn’t exactly play the whole “catch up on sleep” game. 
It did take a gentle nudge from Tim to get the man away and on their way to the coffee shop. He was slow as he walked with the cane but Tim didn’t say anything about it. Everyone had their little quirks and issues. Lord knows Tim had his. 
The cold autumn air in Gotham was settling around them. 
“What’s your major?” It was Danny who spoke up with a quiet smile. 
“Oh, business. I plan to take over my father’s company,”Tim replied. 
“Wow, impressive.” Danny looked up at the sky with a small chuckle as Tim raised an eyebrow at him. 
“Thanks, what’s yours?”
“Engineering, I was going to do Astronomy but we’ll the Gotham Skies aren’t exactly the clearest.” Danny chuckled softly as Tim gave a nod. 
“The smog helps no one. Glad you found a major you like though.” There was a silence settling between them but it didn’t lessen the mood in fact it almost felt welcomed in a quiet way. 
“Same to you!” Danny looked up at the crows stopping the duo in their tracks. There were almost 10 crows just watching them. Tim, had never seen that. All them staring at Danny. “Boo.” The man whispered and with a small chuckled, all 10 flew off the branches and into the air leaving Tim to watch and then follow. Missing how the birds simply landed up ahead. 
Tim was sort of lost in thought about the revelations they could possibly have about the whole Distortion situation. 
“Heyo, Timmy,”Danny’s voice dragged him from his thoughts and his slow pace holding the door open. “Don’t hurry up and you’ll be soaked.” He hadn’t even noticed a slow drizzle starting to fall from the sky. He held his hand out before running to meet the man. 
Tim joined the man into the warm coffee shop. The scent of pumpkin spice filling their noses as they moved to get in line. 
“Didn’t get too wet did you?”Danny asked concern surprising Tim. 
“Ah, no, don’t worry about me though.  I might be more concerned for when we leave here though.” 
“I’m not too worried.” The man gave a nonchalant shrug. “Can’t kill me worse than I already have been.” Was that a death joke? 
“Oh?”Tim gave a smirk. He wasn’t normally one for puns, those were Dick’s thing but also… Dick wasn’t here. “Did it have you rolling in your grave?” Dick could never find out about this but then Danny’s shit eating grin only widened across his face. 
“Oh, for sure it was to die for after all.” 
“I can’t I’m sorry,”Tim laughed with a smile. “What’re you getting? I’ll pay since I invited you out.” 
“Oh, I might scare you with my order.” 
“I promise you won’t. Mine is insane myself.” 
“One of those extra large pumpkin spice lattes with 10 shots of espresso.” 
“Extra large americano with 8 shots of espresso,”Tim quipped. “I see you’re a man just as insane as I am.” 
“Oh, for sure. I’ve never met someone with an order just as bad as mine,”he admitted as he stared up at the menu. “How are the sandwiches here? Are they pretty dead-licious?”
“Oh god..” 
“Or I don’t know, pretty frightful?” 
“Please Danny.” 
“I bet they’re boo-mbastic.” 
“Who ever uses that word anymore.” 
Okay Halloween was coming up admittedly. Yes there were halloween and fall decorations coming but, but god dammit Danny. It was like having another Dick around. 
“You decided to fuel this.” 
“I did not decide to fuel anything!”Tim complained just as they got to the counter ordering their coffees. It was a barista Tim was familiar with. A kind girl named Sarah who seemed to be all too familiar with the two of them. 
“Oh! Can I also get the mac and cheese please!”Danny offered another charming smile putting some money in the tip jar. “I can pay you back Tim.” 
“No worries.” Tim gave a shrug. 
“Alrighty and here you are Tim.” Sarah handed him his card back with the receipt as he himself put some money in the jar. 
“Damn, she knows your name?”
“I know you too Danny, Mr. 10 shots of espresso at midnight last week. You also fucking work here.” 
“Love you guysssss, and I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Danny practically purred out with an innocent smile. 
“You two together, scare me,”the barista motioned between the two of them. “But honestly, we were waiting for you two to meet.” 
“I’m innocent,”Tim vouched.”Also wait, what?” 
“I watched you order an extra large cup with only espresso shots in it for Finals last semester.” Sarrah refused to answer the apparent group that had been waiting for Tim and Danny to meet each other. 
“I was busy!” 
“You weren’t sleeping!” 
“Anyways I’m going to go over there,”Danny pointed to an empty table by the window. 
“Yeah, Tim. How about you go over there. With your little Date,”She emphasized the word as Danny was already over sitting down unpacking his backpack onto the table. 
“He’s not my date! We literally just met!” 
“Yet. Next in line please!” 
“Sarah-- no-- I swear to--”Tim could have sworn he saw an exchanging of cash behind the counters. Were they betting on something. What the fuck were they betting on?!? He hissed and moved to join Danny in the opposite seat. 
“So did you even catch what the group project is? How much have you studied of the Linguistics 101 class anyways?” Tim pulled out his laptop setting it in front of him. He logged in giving a small smile of the silly chaotic and group picture they had gotten last year at Christmas. Bruce stood on the far right and Jason on the far left Dick’s arm wrapped around his shoulder. Damian was trying to stab Tim again who was moving to dodge it. Steph chaotically cheering the gremlin on. Cass quietly wondering if she should intervene in the middle. Duke full on panicked at what was going on as it was his first Christmas with the family. Barb covering her mouth in laughter in front of Bruce. He wanted to make sure she was included. It was his favorite photo of him and his siblings. 
Fuck. Danny had been talking to him. 
“Earth to Timmy.” A wave of a hand in front of his face. 
“Please just Tim,”he laughs. “Sorry, yes?”
“I was asking about the IPA. Are you familiar with it? I have no idea on anything about it.” 
“I know like half of it? I’ll have to learn the other half,”he admits. “But yes, the project.” 
“Fuck, yeah okay what’s this project?” 
“It involves reading.” 
“No! WHY!” 
“In another language.. That neither of us speak.” 
“Oh god.” 
“Yeah, so we’re supposed to write down a 1,000 minimum word speech, or chapter from a book or whatever and put it into the International Phonetic Alphabet.” 
“I don’t know about you but I speak a lot, like A lot of languages.” 
“Yeah.. I feel the same way.” 
“What do you speak?” Danny playfully pushed Tim’s computer screen down from booting up the program the professor had given them to use to type out the phonetic alphabet. It was still apparently a nightmare program, but he had decided to type it so he wouldn't be deciphering shitty handwriting. 
“Mandarin, Chinese, Italian, German, French, russian, Japanese, tagalog, spanish, I think that’s all of them?” 
“You speak Tagalog too!” Danny’s words switched with ease to the language. 
“No fuckin’ way,” Tim had to laugh at that one. “What else do you speak?” 
“Same things are you but, Esperanto, Swahili, Cantonese, javanese, Sardo(technically a dialect but you know same difference),  Ukrainian, I think that’s all?” 
“I thought I was the Polyglot. Oh! I also speak ASL and BSL.” 
“I know bits and pieces of ASL, definitely no BSL though,”he laughs softly. “But wait what other languages does that leave?”
“Well, a lot but I mean. We could always pick an easy one we both know.” 
“Italian?” 
“Yeah, please. I do not want translate someone in a non-latin based alphabet. It registers funny in my brain.” 
“I gotta ask though Danny… Esperanto?” 
“Okay, leave me alone! I had a friend who spoke it and taught me it so we could shit about others.”  
“That’s fuckin’ hilarious though,”he smirked. “But what should we translate?” 
Danny looked like he was about to burst out laughing. “What if we just fucking translated the Divine Comedy.” 
“Danny Nightingale, are you telling me we should rewrite one of the most famous works of Italian writing, ever. That is also notoriously translated, a lot? And is--- you know.”
“Ma Divine Commedia,”Danny laughed. Tim could not with him right now. “E la fanfiction Tim.” 
“YEAH I KNOW, that’s why I can’t believe you’re suggesting it.” 
“COMMEDIA.” Danny proclaimed with a snort. Fuck that was cute. Thank god his name was called to grab their stuff. He could ignore the small twinge in his chest as he brought them their coffee and the food for Danny. 
“Let’s get this over with I guess.” 
“YES!” Danny threw his first into the air in excitement. “This is the start a beautiful friendship Tim, I promise.” 
“Are we about to be nightmares to our poor professor?” 
“What? Nooooo.” 
“Oh yes we fucking are,”Tim rolled his eyes and smiled as he sipped his drink pulling up the original document. They were so fucked, but at least it would be funny. If Danny was his new partner for his class maybe Friday would come sooner than he thought. 
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