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kaihuntrr · 8 days

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one-year anniversary!

HI. oh my goodness can you believe its been a WHOLE YEAR (and a day, im posting this a day later OOPS-) since i started working on this au? i dont think i started working on the chapters until... the -ber months? but the general brainstorming started now and oh my GOD the amount of changes that has happened while working on this au is insane! im absolutely floored with how much people enjoy this au, and while im too busy to be posting art (im doing some personal work!) i have all the time in the world to talk about how much this means to me.

i've written things in the past, but i havent for the LIFE of me worked on such a long project such as this (we're only halfway through act one of FIVE!) and learning and growing with such wonderful betas and partner (ehehe @mewhoismyself hello there) is just so wonderful <3

SO! in order to make this anniversary special, i've decided to post a little cut/practice scene from act two! this couldnt make the cut with what the plot has in mind, but i figured itd be best to have some nice moments with scott and martyn, eh?

OH! and before i go, the next chapter will be posted a day earlier! <3 im going abroad the day after the original chapter posting date, so i need to rest. i think this back half of the fic is gonna be really something <3

anyway, i wont keep you here for longer. i hope you have a fun time reading this, just as much as my partner and i had fun writing this so many months ago <33

Martyn tried to listen as Scott rambled on about what he’d been up to, how nice it had been to see his friends again. He even tried to let the small twist of jealousy at Scott being so happy over seeing someone else wrench his attention back into the moment, but it didn’t work. The face of Pearl kept flashing in the forefront of his mind, her eyes and jagged scar glowing unnaturally under the moonlight.

“Oh, and…,” Scott continued to ramble on, but Martyn still couldn’t focus. It seemed that Scott had noticed as his voice trailed off and he looked at the blonde with a tilted head. “Martyn…?”

Martyn gave a grumbled response. His mind blocked out the world around him as he pictured brief flashes of the island, the hollow and desolate stares of the people, the wicked laugh coming from Pearl….

Scott sighed. “Martyn….”

Martyn could still feel a slight buzz in his head from where he was hit. How much blood did he lose back there? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was glad to be alive. Glad that he was here, still breathing, like everyone else. Glad that he was–

“Martyn!”

Martyn jerked as Scott’s face was suddenly inches from his own. Scott’s lips were twisted into a pout and his eyebrows were drawn into a scowl. “Huh- sorry, what?”

Scott sighed, letting his head fall forward, “So you weren’t listening to me….”

“No!” Martyn said quickly, throwing his hands up. Panic leapt in his chest, making his heart beat faster. He didn’t want Scott to think he was ignoring him…! “No, I- I’m… I’m sorry…,” he hung his head. “I’m trying to listen- I’m not meaning to ignore you, I just….” Martyn looked down at the sand beneath him. Guilt welled up in his throat. He’d been so eager to see Scott while he was away, and before he’d gotten back, and now that he was actually here… Martyn was ignoring him. He was making Scott feel ignored.

Martyn shook his head, forcing a huge smile onto his face. “So, you said you saw your friends, right? Did you have fun-? Oh, what am I saying, you just said you had fun- haha…,” Martyn scrubbed the back of his head, then straightened up, rolling to his feet. “Hey, do you wanna go see if we can find your bird friend? I bet it’s missed you too!” He pointed towards a path leading up to the forest, “Bet he lives in there somewhere…!”

“Um- Martyn…,” Scott trailed off looking after him.

Martyn took a few steps backwards, away from Scott, and spread his arms, hoping he’d follow. “Or we can go down to the beach! It’s a nice day, it’ll feel great to splash in the water a little.”

“Martyn.”

“Or- oh, we can go see the decorations they’re setting up for the festival down in the center of town. You said you were excited right, so we can-!”

“Martyn!” Scott snapped.

Martyn stopped.

Scott took the few steps to close the distance between them, laying his hand on Martyn’s arm, then sliding it down to take his hand. He tilted his head, giving Martyn big sad eyes. “Martyn, talk to me…. What’s wrong?”

It was hard for Martyn to not crack under Scott’s gaze. “It’s just…,” he trailed off, trying to put his thoughts into words. He was just engrossed in them a second ago, but now, trying to tell Scott, he couldn’t think of what to say. “I… uh….”

“You’re alright, Martyn,” Scott rubbed his thumb over Martyn’s hand in a small, circular motion. “Take your time.”

A small pause fell over him. Martyn could hear the slow ebbs of the waves before he managed to speak. “I can’t get her out of my mind,” his voice spat with venom. Pearl’s sadistic glee, her manic grin, her ever-looming presence burned in his head. Martyn’s grip unknowingly tightened around Scott until he looked the other in the eye. His grip on Scott lessened as he looked away. “What good can I be to protect you, when I can’t defend myself from one person?”

“Who said I needed protecting?” Scott raised an eyebrow, his tone still soft but with a hint of skepticism as he leaned to the side to catch Martyn’s gaze again. He let out a weak chuckle and moved his other hand to rest on Martyn’s cheek. “Besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

Martyn leaned into the touch, not caring how warm his cheeks felt as Scott’s delicate hand pressed into his skin, lightly grazing over the scar Pearl caused. He closed his eyes as he let out a sigh and drooped his shoulders. “But I want to…,” he muttered. He looked at Scott, his face scrunched with worry. “I don’t want you getting hurt at all, Scott.”

“There’s going to be times where I get hurt, Martyn,” Scott narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand from Martyn’s cheek. Martyn was wide-eyed, only for Scott to hold the hunter’s other hand. “When that happens, all I’d ask is for you to help me get back on my feet.”

Martyn could feel his nerves freeze up at Scott’s warm hold. His gentle stare and concern on his face nearly caused Martyn’s heart to explode. A million things swirled in his mind as the breeze wafted over. “I can’t help it,” he lowered his head, biting his lip. “You should be protected, with all the chaos going around–”

“What chaos?” Scott cracked a smile and shook his head. He shrugged, letting go of one of Martyn’s hands as he gestured around. “All there is to see is you, me, and the beach. Nothing to worry about, right?”

Nothing to worry about for now, but so many things could happen in the blink of an eye. Martyn could practically hear the sound of the sea princes’ ringing in his ears, the one from his dreams laughing as its mouth opened wide to swallow Scott as he screamed-....

No. Martyn needed to be prepared for anything, so nothing bad could ever happen to the people he cared for. Nothing. Never again.

“I still want to fight for you,” his voice was barely a whisper in the wind, cracking a bit from the emotions that crawled up the back of his throat. But seeing Scott’s attentive look, with the slight tilt of his head, Martyn knew he could hear him. “Can I at least do that?” he pleaded. He needed to-. He needed to.

“You may,” Scott nodded, giving him a small smile. Then his eyes narrowed as a smirk crept onto his lips. “So- I’d like to see how you fight.”

Martyn opened his mouth to respond- just in time for a woosh of breath to leave him as his back hit the ground. Martyn gasped, blinking for several seconds as he tried to figure out he’d gotten laid flat out on his back… with a certain ginger pinning his shoulders to the sand.

“Yikes…,” Scott teased, his eyebrows rising, complimenting the wide grin on his face.

Martyn sputtered, his face immediately flushing beat red. “I wasn’t ready! Sneak- sneak attack…!”

Scott laid one arm across his chest, propping his other elbow on top of it and laying his cheek in his hand. “Most things will take an opportunity for a sneak attack, when presented with one.” He kicked his feet in the air, as if he was lounging on a couch reading a book.

Martyn flushed all the way to his ears. “Redo!”

Scott leaned his head down, smiling at Martyn in a way that was almost sickeningly sweet. “Are you waiting for a written invitation?”

Martyn grabbed Scott by the shoulders and surged upwards, knocking the ginger off of him. Scott laughed as he slipped his grip, ducking under one of Martyn’s arms to wrap his arms around Martyn’s torso.

Before Martyn’s brain could fully process that, Scott had rolled Martyn over top of him and planted him flat on his back again.

Working on instinct more than pre-thought, Martyn wrapped his arms around Scott’s shoulders and kicked off the sand. He knocked his thigh against Scott’s hip, bumping him off balance just enough to send them rolling over again.

But Scott didn’t end up on his back underneath Martyn.

Somehow, mid flip, he’d slithered around Martyn’s torso, ducking his arm again and getting outside of his hold. Martyn ended up with his face in the sand and a knee pressed between his shoulders, shoving him down further.

Martyn was about to push himself up with his arms, using his strength advantage to throw Scott off of him, but Martyn froze when he felt something sharp curl around his throat.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even swallow. He could barely even breathe.

Suddenly the sharp points of crescent bladed scythes were touched against his neck so delicately. Suddenly the sharp claws of a hungry beast wrapped around his throat, pricking the skin above his jugular. One wrong move and she’d slid his throat. One wrong breath and the beast would tear him to ribbons.

A figure above him bent down to whisper in his ear.

“I win!” Scott chirped brightly. He laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from where he’d curled them around Martyn’s throat. “You really do need more practice. Though I’d be happy to oblige…,” his voice turned sing-songy as he plopped back on the sand, his arms holding him up.

Martyn slowly pushed himself upwards, staring down at the sand where his face had been in utter bafflement. Why had that felt-? Why was he-? Why was his heart beating so fast? Why… did he feel like he’d just been hunted…?

“That- that uh…,” Martyn stammered, not really sure what he wanted to say. “You’re a lot better fighter than I thought you’d be.” He turned his head to look at Scott, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees.

“I know,” Scott smiled widely, tipping his head back and forth, “Do I impress you, Martyn?” He smiled and hummed teasingly, his eyes narrowed in a joyful satisfaction.

“Always,” he breathed, a lot more genuine and heartfelt than he’d meant to. Scott’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Martyn felt his face flush and he looked down at the sand. Well, he was in this far. “I think you’re amazing.”

“Thank you…,” Scott said with a shy little smile. A light hint of red dusted his cheeks. He looked… really nice like that.

Martyn shook his head, roughly clearing his throat. “Well um, as- as fun as this was… I was actually referring to- to my gun combat more than my hand-to-hand.”

“Uh huh,” Scott answered with a small smirk, not sounding like he believed him. “Well, maybe I could help you with that as well.”

“You know how to use a gun?” Martyn asked, more than a little shocked. How… how much did he really know about Scott?

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked to the side, then looked back at Martyn. “Noooo…?” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. He sighed, rolling his eyes a bit, “To be honest I thought you were still flirting, not that that was a serious question. And now, well… I’m just embarrassed.”

“Oh.” Martyn tried to hide his sigh of relief. It was one thing to just not know that Scott was a capable fighter -he was a tavern keeper who dealt with rowdy drunks all the time, Martyn honestly should have expected it- but it was another thing to not know that Scott was a trained gunman. For some reason they felt different. Martyn felt a grin split his face. “Would-... would you like me to teach you…?”

“Teach me what?” Scott’s eyebrows pinched together for a brief moment, then shot up towards his hairline, “How to use a gun?”

“Yeah,” Martyn grinned, “It’ll be like the time I was taught!”

“When were you taught?” Scott tilted his head.

“I think I was… seven? My parents knew I wanted to be a hunter, so they taught me,” Martyn hummed, looking out at the beach. He could remember the eagerness in his voice when he asked his parents to teach him. He only knew of the dangers through them and the people he lived around, but he knew his heart was calling out to the sea more than anything else. “I needed practice, like everyone else, but I’m a natural. A crack shot, they’d told me!” He laughed. Shooting a target from far away was much easier than fighting with swords or his bare hands.

Scott blinked, processing Martyn’s words. He slowly turned his head to Martyn, eyes widening in shock as all sense of his playfulness dropped. “You were a child when you learned how to use those?”

“Yeah…? I wanted to be a hunter, Scott, so I learned early.” Martyn looked at Scott and shrugged, feeling the ginger’s gaze on his skin felt… different. Martyn learned how to use guns to be a hunter, not to– oh. Was Scott thinking Martyn would…? Martyn shook his head and raised his hands up. “But I can’t shoot a person. A sea monster is easy because they’re big and stupid, but a person…?”

Scott had a judgemental look on his face as it scrunched up. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on it as he sighed. “Ending a person’s life is hard, and I’m happy you haven’t shot anyone, but…,” he trailed off. Martyn leaned closer to Scott as he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a little concerning?”

“What’s concerning?”

“You learned how to shoot things, how to kill things, as a kid,” Scott looked away, gripping his arms tighter as he watched the waves flow in and out. “Every life has a purpose; from you, to me, and even the beasts in the ocean.”

Martyn narrowed his eyes. Exactly what purpose could those monsters serve? Being ocean terrors? An effective way to kill humans and destroy ships? To bring fear in the hearts of children? To kill Ren- Jimmy? Why were there monsters in the ocean? Why should there be?

“They’re monsters, Scott.” Martyn hissed, anger rising in his voice.

“They’re animals,” Scott hissed back, his face pinching into an expression that was almost pained. “They’re just animals….”

“They’re heartless, cruel, and always starving.” Martyn huffed, pulling out his gun to examine it under the sunlight. Horrible beasts. Disgusting monsters. Murderers. “They’re such horrible, unnatural beasts that every mechanic in the world works to develop better guns and weapons to kill them all.”

He didn’t fully notice the way Scott shied away from the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky you don’t need to leave the kingdom to see those ugly things,” Martyn spat.

“Ugly…,” Scott grumbled, turning his head away, like he was offended by the notion. “Well, I’m sure most of them would think the same about you.”

Martyn blinked, giving Scott a double take. Ugly…?

Scott let out a sigh as he stretched and uncurled his legs and arms to stretch out in front of him. He picked up a small handful of sand and watched it fall through his fingers. “Every life is precious, every life is running on limited time. I’m not an idiot. I know things die. But there’s no reason to cut it shorter than it needs to be. ” He smiled wistfully, tossing the rest of the sand forward. “The sea is… scary, but maybe if you had an open mind, you’d see there’s more to it than monsters.”

Martyn followed Scott’s gaze and stared. Was there anything more to them? Surely not. The fondness in Scott’s voice was hard to believe- but the man has never even seen any beast to Martyn’s knowledge. The fond tone that Scott spoke about those- those monsters with… it honestly made Martyn angry. Those monsters took away the people he cared about. The people he loved. People he cherished. Jimmy, Ren… and so many other innocent people lost their lives to the sea, Lizzie’s parents…. The ocean took all of them, and there was nothing to blame but the monsters that infested it.

“They’re monsters, nothing more than that,” he spat, emotions in his chest wrenching into a tight knot that made it hard to breathe. He swung his arm out to the side, bringing his gun up in front of his chest as he rose to his knees, almost looming over Scott. “I know what they are, Scott, and I know I’m doing all that I can to protect you and the rest of the kingdom from the beasts that would just as quickly swallow you whole as they would crush you into pieces!”

“There’s no need for you to be so hostile about it,” Scott snapped at Martyn, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare that felt like icy daggers stabbing into Martyn’s face. Scott stood up and brushed all the sand from his clothes with a sigh. “I understand.” He walked closer to the water, just enough for the waves to lap against his shoes and tightened his fist, as if preventing to lash out.

Martyn blinked. “Was I-?” he muttered to himself.

He looked out at Scott standing in the surf. He looked… sad. The guilty feeling in his chest built up once more.

All of a sudden, Martyn remembered just how happy Scott looked with his birds fluttering around him, with the canary nuzzling his palm. Oh-. Scott was an animal lover…. No wonder he-.

Martyn was messing everything up. First he’d ignored him, and he was pushing Scott away by getting angry. Martyn quickly stood up and ran across the beach towards Scott, “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry–”

Scott turned to look at him, a flat expression on his face.

Martyn felt his heart twist, “I- I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to make you feel….”

“Upset?” Scott supplied.

“Yeah…,” Martyn bowed his head. His hand twitched out, reaching for Scott’s but giving up and retreating before he could take it. Martyn turned his head away and bit his lip. “I-... I made you-....”

Scott stepped closer and held out his hand. “No need for that, silly hunter,” he smiled sweetly. Martyn took it almost immediately, surprising them both. Scott let out a chuckle and bumped his shoulder next to Martyn’s. “I’m not mad,” Scott said softly. Martyn believed him. He looked… sad instead.

“I don’t want you to–”

“You’re just fine.” Scott assured him with a smirk. “It takes a lot more than a simple disagreement to make me actually upset. We’re okay, right?”

Martyn bashfully nodded, resulting in a wide smile from Scott. Was he… really okay? Or was he just hiding how he felt? For Martyn’s sake? Martyn hoped it was the former.

Scott put a hand on his chest, giving Martyn’s hand a small squeeze. “Just… try to keep an open mind, alright? The world can be… stranger than you might think.” He smiled a little bashfully, “I might have- a surprise or two… to share, eventually.”

“Like how you can kick my butt in hand to hand?”

Scott’s face split into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up with laughter. “Just like that.”

Martyn felt himself smiling, a laugh escaping him as he squeezed Scott’s hand. Yeah, they were okay.

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trylynarie · 8 months

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Fruit Sniper (Crosshair)

-imagine tbb as cadets for this one :) -

Crosshair was on the brink of insanity. These regs can't shoot basic targets yet they had the balls to claim he was the defective one. Okay granted not many ten year olds could shoot like a trained hitman and he was practically mute most of the time but it was the principle of it!

"Heya, Crosshair!" Wrecker on the other hand was beaming.

"Have you got to bring that stupid toy to the mess?" He sighed.

"Hey!" The big clone pouted, "Lula is apart of this team to! Where we go, she goes! And I know it was you who made her for me."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Anyway, doesn't it drive you insane?" Crosshair said through gritted teeth, he had indirectly started a staring contest with a reg and he was not losing.

"What insane? What ya lookin at?"

"These stupid regs."

"Reg are just regs," he shrugged, "not worth worrying about them."

The reg in particular was rapidly losing this contest. From the other side of the mess, Crosshair could see that his eyes were beginning to go red and water. Red like... oh... what a wonderful idea. Petty, yes. But petty enough to turn the insanity tables.

"Wrecker... how many watermelons can you carry?"

"Haha! More than you! .... Umm.... Why?"

"Break into the kitchen and steal as much fruit as you possibly can."

"Well what's in it for me?"

He gave a satisfactory smirk as the reg couldn't take anymore and lost the game, "you get to watch me put these Shebs in their place."

About an hour later, Wrecker and Crosshair were hiding in the kaminoans viewing platform of the mess, curtains only slightly ajar so Crosshair could see what he was doing. Was this severely breaking the rules? Yes. Did they care? No of course they didn't, it's only a crime if you get caught after all ;). The door was locked and at this point anyone in the bad batch knew the ventilation layout like the back of their hand.

"So what exactly is it you're gonna do with a sniper and fruit?" Wrecker questioned.

"Prove that regs are stupid?" Crosshair focused on the point he needed, if he short this right...

This didn't exactly provide Wrecker with much clarity.

"So what do you want me to do then?"

"Go to the vent in the mess ceiling and drop the melons of course."

"Of course." Wrecker imitated, rolling his eyes and climbed back into the vent.

As expected, Wrecker was having a growth spurt earlier than his fellow defective counterparts and the vent seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Tech predicted that in a couple months he wouldn't be able to fit anymore. Sure he took pride in being the strong one but it suddenly made him more different than his friends; more different than he was comfortable with. But it made the vent cover easier to take off so it was a 50/50 situation.

The first water melon was casually rolled out the ceiling. Now was was crosshair going to-

A singular shot was fired, hitting the melon and making it burst with a loud bang and spraying the floor dwelling regs in a red watery mess. The cadets would have mistaken it for blood if one of them didn't get it in their mouth. The confused wails were a melody to Crosshairs ears. Nobody shall dis his squad!

Besides the one cheering Hardcase he could hear in the background.

"WOO SOMETHING INTERESTING!"

"Hardcase shut up!"

"HOW ABOUT NO?!"

"There's watermelon all over my revision notes I have a heart exam in less than an hour."

"THEY GOT HELMETS ON THEIR HEADS! BUT I GOT A WATER MELON INSTEAD! B-)"

Wrecker had a Birds Eye view on the whole scene and could see Crosshair had covered a significant amount of surface area. This was too good, their faces looked so confused! Now what if he threw down another?

It would have helped if his grey haired companion was actually looking out of the window rather than giggling into the sniper. It was only by chance he saw a large amount of green move rapidly across his peripheral vision.

"Sheb!" He cussed as he quickly leapt up to the window, barely getting the shot in time.

BANG

The pieces came at the regs this time with much more velocity, one of them being physically blown back from melon to the face. This was pure gold. He knew he was going to get in some form of trouble for this but it was totally worth it

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"There's another one." Tech cocked his head towards Hunter.

"Yeah, are we being attacked or something?"

The pair of them were in the barracks, in a mutual stale mate of 'this noise is really overwhelming me but I'm not going to tell you that'.

As much as he didn't want to, Hunter concentrated on the noise's whereabouts.

"I... I think... it's coming from the mess hall."

"Didn't Crosshair and Wrecker go there?"

"Oh no?" Hunter went pale, not expecting it to be their creativity causing the ruckus, "we gotta go."

He made his way for the door but was pulled back by a concerned Tech.

"If it really is an attack we shouldn't go through the corridors!"

"Yeah," Hunter agreed, "take the vent."

There were multiple vents into the mess hall. Having more common sense than the other two, they went for the one that was closest to the floor.

"What do you see?" Tech asked.

"There seems to be no droids," Hunter surveyed the scene, "but they're all panicking about something or other. And they're... covered in fruit?"

"Pardon?"

"I'm not joking."

They clambered out of the vent, only to get hounded by the newly painted red regs.

"You!" One pointed at them accusingly, "I bet you freaks had something to do with this!"

Hunter raised his hands, "hey calm down, soldier. We just came to investigate. What's going on up here?"

"Guys!" Another reg bounced over to them, assumably Hardcase.

Despite Hunters heightened senses, he still couldn't tell him apart from the others. He felt bad about it but the guy was so hyper he could tell off personality. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

"There's watermelons exploding everywhere, it's hilarious!"

Tech raised an eyebrow, "water melons?"

"Yes!" The angry reg butted back in, "and you can't tell me otherwise that it's you!"

"We may be more skilled than you but defying the law of gravity may be difficult even for us." He shot back in a deadpan tone.

"Well then where's q-tip and smooth brain?"

Hardcase glared at him, "they have names you know?"

"You're just as bad as them you little traitor."

"OH YEAH?!"

While Hunter tried his best to stop Hardcase going ham, Tech went about figuring out what on Kamino was going on. Melons from the ceiling? Well there was a vent... oh- OH! The vent was open with a clear face poking out the shadows and conveniently half a face behind observation deck curtains. The face in the ceiling also gave a little wave to him. Impressive. As funny as he thought this was, there was a high chance it would damage their reputation more than it was already.

"Hunter, can you do me a favour?"

"I'm a little busy right now!"

"Just go check on a ceiling vent, will you?"

Hardcases medic batch mate had now joined the fray. They had an arm each on Hardcase with the medic silently begging Hunter to not let go.

"You go!" Hunter shouted back.

Tech let out a sigh as he crawled back into the unsanitary vent. Why was it him always doing everything? It wasn't easy to scale up a vertical vent but the skill might come in handy one day. The vent was pitch black so he had to make some very well educated guesses on where he was but he was a Tech so this was fine.

Fine until he heard a "Wait Tech no-"

He had crawled straight into the melons causing one to dislodge.

"No no no oh no..." all Wrecker could do was hope that-

"I had to dip," Crosshair was coming up behind him, "The Kaminoans were breaking down the door-" he froze as he heard a loud thump.

"I don't wanna look..."

"Wrecker just look down."

He looked, "well... I don't think Hunter is going to remember any of this again."

And he was right. All Hunter remembered after the incident was a large amount of green then darkness. The melon had knocked him out cold.

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"Yeah and that's how the glorious Sargent was defeated by a watermelon." Crosshair smirked, Omega looked spellbound.

"Wow."

"CROSSHAIR STOP TELLING OMEGA-"

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fueledpurelybyspite · 8 months

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Ops, wrong painting

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'And so help me god, Thorpe, if something like this happens again-'

'It won't' He and his father answer at the same time.

The ancient vampire fixes both of them with a long stare. Shaking his head, he quietly adds one last jab

'And let's hope the poor girl never finds out about this'

At last, something all three of them can agree with.

Or, Xavier Thorpe is asked to do a recreation of a famous painting with a personal twist for his art class, but the canvases get mixed up.

Xavier Thorpe is a dead man.

Done, finished, utterly fucked would also be appropriate terms to use in this scenario. But yes, dead sums it up pretty well too.

He sits in the principal's office, left leg bouncing restlessly on the immaculate hardwood floor and eyes darting around uncomfortably.

His father is here, for god's sake. Sitting by his side with a burning glare pointed at his profile. He's just come back from a tour, the famous Illusionist Vincent Thorpe. This was supposed to be one of the rare weeks off he dares to take, which are usually spent in their house in New York, in the charming company of whatever emerging starlet he has managed to promise fame and short-lived luxury to.

Xavier can actually feel the sweat beading on his forehead and at the back of his neck. He keeps his flushed face downturned, his head hung low in his palm. blond hair is pulled tight between his fingers as his elbow lays against the armrest.

He knows he fucked up, big time. This is the first time in his school career he has reason to fear he might actually get expelled.

The new principal, a strict and burly vampire who looks like he's just emerged from 1920' London's downtown scene, was very much not impressed when his father offered to pay the school a check without even letting him finish explaining what his son had done to land him in so much trouble.

He now sits behind the imposing hardwood desk, directing an impressively hash glare on them for someone who's wearing such dark sunglasses.

'Mr. Thorpe' His rich, rough voice fills the room as he scrutinizes his father, and Xavier feels like everything is just too much. He can't stand being the center of attention and he's suddenly hyperaware of the way his clothes rest on his skin, fabric rustling and shifting and making him go insane. He's hot and cold all over, he hadn't felt this scared and embarrassed since he was scolded as a child for finding the gardener's collection of playboys.

'What your son here has committed is an extremely serious infraction. If his record so far wasn't as clean as it is, it would have warranted an immediate expulsion.'

Xavier feels like he should at least try to explain himself, but he knows he sounds exasperated. 'It was an accident'

'An accident?'

The headmaster's voice is booming and sharp-edged. The birds in the cages hanging from the windows flap their wings around restlessly. Xavier feels restless, too.

'One of my colleagues, Mr. Crellin, your art teacher, has come to me yesterday morning to tell me you have made a portrait of one of your classmates, an underaged girl, against her consent or knowledge, depicting her in a state of undress with a disturbing amount of details'

Xavier actually wants to die. Take a shovel, dig a hole, crawl in it, and just die.

His father is absolutely seething. He guesses this would be pretty bad press if the news were leaked.

He can already see the headline 'Famous illusionist's deranged son gets expelled from prestigious academy for depravity'

God, he hates to think about the huge check his art teacher has surely already taken to keep this all quiet.

He's able to find his voice, eventually, but he hates how low and wavering it sounds. 'That was not the painting I intended to hand in for the project'

If looks could kill, Xavier would already be laying in the aforementioned hole. Unfortunately, the headmaster's glare only manages to make him want to puke on his shoes. Which is still fairly impressive, he supposes.

'The point is that you have completely disregarded another student's privacy and integrity in favor of your own…enjoyment' His words are disgusted and enraged and Xavier hates every second of it because it's not like that at all.

Well, maybe a little, but still.

'And don't think I don't know what you can do with your powers, boy, if I come to know you're using your gifts to create some kind of..of amateur pornography-'

'Jesus fucking Christ'

He's never agreed with his father more.

'Look' He feels obliged to speak before the situation gets even, somehow, worse. 'I know I screwed up. Bad. But I swear I hadn't meant for anyone to see it, and I didn't do anything with it. The canvases got mixed up and I made a mess. Please, I know this looks awful, but I swear I'm not dangerous or scheming or anything. I'm just…I'm just-'

A fucking moron with a crush

He sighs, defeated.

The gods take pity on him, and so must do his principal who decides, for some unfathomable reason, to believe him. 'All of your privileges will be revoked until further notice, no more passes into town on the weekends and you will not be going to the carnival during the Harvest festival.' a deep breath, then ' You're going to help the janitors to restock the art supplies every week for the following five weeks. You'll be allowed to keep that shed you use in the woods, but a staff member will come unannounced once a month to keep an eye on what you have in there'

Ouch. It could have been a lot worse, sure, but still harsh.

'And so help me God, Thorpe, if something like this happens again-'

'It won't' He and his father answered at the same time.

The ancient vampire fixes both of them with a long stare. Shaking his head, he quietly adds one last jab.

'And let's hope the poor girl never finds out about this'

At last, something all three of them can agree with.

It all started on a shitty Monday morning, as most shitty things do.

Xavier lay half-splayed out in his seat, stretching in the sunlight filtering through the classroom's window like a stray cat, sleepy and dissatisfied in the pale morning light.

The lessons he had scheduled on the first day of the week were always awfully boring, but he didn't mind. In fact, he endured them with heroic courage, for no other reason than that the last one of them was art class with Mr. Crellin.

The man was a genius when it came to his craft. Even though he didn't dabble in the practical aspect of the arts, he collected rare renditions of barely known artists from all across the world and he knew every single thing about them.

His ability to analyze the most mundane detail in a painting and tell the whole history behind it, to take apart and examine the structure of the picture without depriving it of its poetry had been what had motivated Xavier to actually start studying art instead of just making it.

Drawing and painting had always been his coping mechanisms, a creative outlet to keep him from going mad. Madder, that is.

But he'd never been particularly proud of it or thought it very useful.

Mr. Crellin had changed that.

So imagine his enthusiasm when, a few minutes before dismissing class, the teacher made the announcement.

'Very well, guys. For your next assignment, I'd like each of you to find a famous painting of your choosing and try to re-draw it in your own personal perspective. Doesn't matter if you take a detail of it and transfer it in a different context or if you decide to redo the whole thing. As long as it tells me something about you'

While his classmates huffed and groaned, Xavier tried to keep his smile subtle, the gears in his head already moving.

'And remember ladies and gentlemen, it must be done by this weekend'

'Didn't think the day would come where I'd see you read a book without pictures'

Wednesday's words came so close to his ears that he actively had to suppress a shiver 'Oh, wait. There are pictures'

He glared at her where she stood, peeking behind his shoulder.

'This is an art history book, Addams. And they're not pictures, they're illustrations'

They were the only ones at their usual table in the quad during lunch break. The sirens had to move up choir rehearsal and Enid and Ajax were probably busy sucking face somewhere.

'Whatever helps you sleep at night' She eyed curiously his eyebags as she sat in front of him, a hint of a smile in the corners of her berry-stained lips. 'Although it's clearly not helping much.'

'Very funny' he shot back at her. He tried focusing back on his textbook, but his gaze shot up again when he noticed the odd way she had styled her custom uniform that day.

Her tie was missing entirely and the first two buttons of her shirt were undone. It wasn't promiscuous, per se, but it was still a noticeable difference from her usually pristine appearance. A pale collarbone peeked through the unfastened hem, looking as dainty and as fragile as a bird's. There, barely visible, bloomed an angry pink rash, three darker streaks in the middle as if she'd just been scratching at it.

When he realized he hadn't looked at her face for far more time than was polite, which is any amount of time, he dared to lift his gaze only to find her staring right back at him, one eyebrow raised impossibly high.

Xavier cleared his throat, fairly surprised but somehow alarmed by the lack of threats and knives. 'What happened there?' He asked, vaguely pointing at her cleavage.

Wednesday sighed in a rare display of emotion, letting her annoyance show through. 'Enid accidentally sprayed some of her nasty cheap perfume over me. Contact with clothes was only irritating it more and right now I can't afford to steal any more bandages from the infirmary without raising suspitions'

He snorted, shaking his head with an amused grin.

'Who's the elitist snob now?'

'Do shut up, Thorpe'

'As you wish, of course'

Putting her elbows on the table, Wednesday leaned in towards him to take a better look at the page he'd been studying before her arrival.

'What are you working on, anyway, so absorbed in your book with pictures'

'Illustrations'

'Whatever'

He sighed, secretly enjoying their banter. He had a feeling Wednesday did too.

'I have to work on this project for Mr.Crellin. So I'm just trying to find a painting that, you know' he trailed off, feeling clumsy in his own choice of words 'speaks to me'

Wednesday just looked back at him, seeming as unimpressed as she usually did. Then, as swiftly as she had arrived, she gathered her things to leave.

'Best of luck on your research, then'

A heavy sigh left his body as he stepped away from the canvas, cleaning his hands on his stained hoodie before rubbing them on his eyes, tired and heavy with sleep.

He dared to glance at what he'd been working on for the past four hours. The picture he'd managed to bring together was a rendition of The Starry Night, but instead of a peaceful city in the south of France, he'd painted the iconic sky on top of the streets of New York.

He imagined it wasn't fair to compare his father's penthouse to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum, but whatever. He supposed Van Gogh wouldn't have been too offended, fellow tortured artist and all. Besides, Xavier felt like he'd gone just as mad, left alone in that big space year after year.

The proportions were perfect, the moonlight on the skyscrapers was flawless, and he'd recreated the masterpiece's original sky in excruciating detail. It was original and yet respectful, it was objectively beautiful.

It was soulless.

Xavier banged his head hard on his worktable. Everything about his picture felt so…impersonal. He'd been so excited for this project, it was a chance to really show what he felt, to create something meaningful and personal and heartwrenching.

something that was real.

Everything had been a mess since the Hyde. Xavier felt as if he'd lost all passion for drawing. He still loved it, of course, and still needed it, but he couldn't go back to the easy way it was before. He didn't need to plan his paintings before, he used to put the pencil on paper without knowing what would come out of it. It'd been second nature, like he'd been born with a pencil in his right hand. But then the whole shitshow that was the previous semester happened and all he could manage to draw was the Hyde. And now he had to plan things out, as if he'd completely lost his instinct.

All he drew when he really let his mind wander was Wednesday.

He knew it was creepy. And unhealthy. He shouldn't just replace one obsession with another. but he just couldn't stop. during the past few months, he'd collected an alarmingly big collection of studies of her, his two most recent sketchbooks were filled exclusively with it. Just pages and pages of the curve of her hands, the bend of her fingers against the bow of her cello, the arch of her neck, the twist and knots in her spine, the bruises on her knees, the pout on her lips, her fathomless eyes.

His hands itched as his mind brought forth the image of her exposed throat from earlier that day, the pale flash stretched over her sharp collarbones, the angry rash barely visible under the open collar of her shirt.

He wasn't sure what he'd wanted more, to touch it or to draw it.

Fuck it.

In a move filled with frustration and confusion, Xavier put his New York starry night on the ground next to the door and took out a fresh canvas.

He looked at the cheap watch on his wrist that he wore specifically while painting, a bright green 1 a.m. glared back at him.

He put the blank canvas on the easel, dipped his brush in the deepest black he had, and just let his mind wander free.

Obviously he'd fallen asleep barely an hour before the start of classes, obviously he'd rushed and barely made it in time for Mr. Crellin's lesson, and obviously he'd taken the wrong canvas.

Good God, what a mess.

Xavier's currently contemplating what excuse he can pull out of his ass to explain to Ajax and their friends why he can no longer go with them to try the new sushi restaurant this weekend, or any other weekend, or any other day in the foreseeable future.

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. Hell, at least his father showed up.

He's at least got a chance to a fair grade. He makes his way to his shed to retrieve the painting he had actually intended to bring to class, the one with the starry night overlooking New York City.

Mr.Crellin has graciously agreed to leave this whole thing behind them and take a look at his real project. He supposes he should be grateful.

He isn't. Mr. Crellin is a fucking snitch.

Xavier moves on autopilot through woods he knows like the back of his hand. He steps into the clearing, takes the key to the shed out of his pocket, and swings the door open all while completely lost in thought.

'I guessed you were bound to come by, sooner or later'

He comes back to reality abruptly.

His eyes go round and impossibly big as he takes in the image of Wednesday, her back to the door and voice light and distracted as she studies intently the portrait in front of her.

The portrait of her.

Xavier can feel the sweat turn ice cold on his body, the hair raising on the back of his neck as his heart starts beating so fast it feels as if it wants to crawl out of his chest, break the bones, cut through his ribcage, destroy itself and him with it.

He'd been drunk off of frustration and lust, the night he'd painted her. There wasn't space for poetry and poise, and it shows. He can only look on horrified as the real Wednesday Addams stares at the Wednesday Addams he made, eyes half close and lids heavy with promise, the sharp bones in her face, cheeks sunken in and tiny chin jutted out towards the sky, her hair unbound behind dainty shoulders, her delicate bare breasts, the deep arch in her spine as she poses as Munch's Madonna.

He wanders, wildly, how she came to find this out. If she had a vision or heard someone in the staff talk. He wonders how she managed to steal it from the headmaster's office and bring it here, if she's more offended by the nudity or the utter surrender in the stance he dared to imagine her in.

Most of all, he wonders what kind of painful, horrifying death she's planning to inflict on him.

But his nightmarish girl manages to surprise him once again.

With a chilling calm in her voice, she lifts a single graceful finger towards the canvas to point at the space right next to a small, pink nipple.

'I have a freckle right here, actually'.

#wednesday x xavier #xavier thorpe #addams family #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #wednesday #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #wednesday 2022

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The scene in the comic where Legend takes ahold of Twilight’s shadow crystal goes pretty different in the adventure swap au, especially considering it’s Legend’s shadow crystal in the first place.

~~~~~

To be quite frank, Warriors regret coming over here at all. Was this how Sky felt all the time? Confused, bewildered, and completely and utterly done with whatever new insanity decided to grace them?

“Why couldn’t you put some clothes on before shouting for me?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. Proxi chimed something he didn’t quite catch from her place by his shoulder, though he was reasonably sure she was agreeing with him.

Resting just in front of him, submerged from the shoulders down in a small freshwater pond the group had been using to bathe, was Legend. He was pressed up against the edge, the water deep enough to thankfully prevent anyone from seeing him unclothed (though really, Warriors was fairly certain Legend was more concerned with anyone seeing his arm than he was with anyone seeing him naked).

Color had been steadily rising in the teen’s face ever since Warriors first showed up, and now his cheeks matched his pink hair.

“Shut up!”

Very eloquent, Warriors thought with no small amount of sarcasm.

“This is an emergency!” Legend shouted, waving his normal arm around for emphasis. All that accomplished was flinging a few lingering soap suds around.

Warriors hummed, entirely unconcerned with it. “And what sort of ‘emergency’ came from…” he trailed off. “This,” he added, gesturing vaguely to the situation Legend seemed to have found himself in.

All that earned him was a loud groan, which trailed off into those inhuman clicks that Legend was so fond of making.

“Look, okay, Loft turned into a bird-“

What.

“-the old man is currently trying to fight him-“

What.

“-and somebody stole my clothes!”

What.

Warriors stared at Legend for a few long seconds. Long enough for Proxi to burst into a fit of laughter at the entire situation.

Rather than chide her for it (he knew it would do absolutely nothing), he simply grabbed her and tucked her into the folds of his scarf (much to her displeasure).

“I’ll handle the bird thing,” Warriors said firmly. “Which way did they go?”

Legend pointed and gave a vague description of the direction they’d been heading, and Warriors was heading off before he’d even finished explaining. Already a thousand scenarios were running through his mind, though his most pressing concern handling Time’s infamous dislike of birds and ensuring he didn’t maim their transformed companion.

“Hey- wait! You’ll need the master sword!” Legend insisted as Wars left the clearing. That should be simple enough, seeing as the blade damn well never left Wild’s side.

Warriors began to run as Legend shouted something about getting him some clothes. He’d leave that particular problem to someone else.

~~~~~

It was well known that Time didn’t like birds. It was on the same level of infamy as Legend’s complete and utter hatred of carrots, though at least Time refrained from going on long tirades about the subject of his distain.

He was willing to set aside this perfectly reasonable bias for only a few things: his wife, his best friend, his siblings, and his kids.

It was that last one that had convinced him to stop his very reasonable attempts to fight what he’d assumed to be some sort of enemy. Granted, the kid in question wasn’t related to him by blood, but this adventure certainly made him feel like he’d become a father of eight overnight. Said kid had also run off, leaving him alone with the bird he’d just been trying to fight minutes before.

“I’m still not convinced,” he told the bird, earning an indignant squawk in reply.

It was an impressively large thing. Not nearly as massive as the Helmaroc King, but still large enough that Time was sure he could sit on the creature’s back and it could fly without issue. Unruly blue feathers stuck out in ways Time was certain they weren’t supposed to, and there were several bald spots and pin feathers sticking out to give it an even more disheveled appearance. If it weren’t for the very clearly intelligent behavior he’d witnessed from it and Wind’s insistence he stop, Time was certain he’d still be swinging his sword at it.

That didn’t mean he believed it when it tried to tell him it was Wild. The clawed name in the dirt was impressive, yes, and so was the only vaguely recognizable lettering from Wild’s era. He was willing to hear it out, but not entirely willing to just believe whatever it tried to tell him.

The bird hopped all over the spot of dirt it had clawed the single word in, stamping it down until it could write again. Time shifted where he sat on a particularly flat rock, waiting patiently for the bird’s uncoordinated claws to deliver its next message.

Footsteps nearby caught his attention immediately. Time stood quickly, hand flicking to the hilt of his sword as he scanned the treeline for any sign of who might be there.

A familiar Hylian emerged, and Time’s hand fell away from his weapon as soon as he processed the familiar dusty blue of Warriors’ scarf.

“Good to see you haven’t skewered Hylia’s chosen hero,” were the first words out of Warriors’ mouth, giving Time pause.

The bird chirped happily and hobbled over to the wastelander, stopping just short of making contact with him. It was Warriors who bridged the gap, placing a hand on the bird—on Wild’s—feathered head.

Before Time could think of anything adequate to say (was there really anything he could say in response to discovering he’d tried to fight his own teammate?), Warriors continued.

“Crypt explained. Sort of, he at least explained that Loft got turned into a bird,” he said, glancing over at Time. “Surprised you aren’t still trying to fight him.”

“You can thank Addie for that,” was all Time had to say on the matter. His and Wind’s views on birds tended to clash from time to time, though it was usually played up as a joke between the two. Not today, apparently, as Time was fairly certain he’d have an impressive bruise on his shin after the young veteran had taken his attack on the bird personally.

Time was certainly thankful for it now. He’d have to get him something to show for it—once he made it up to Wild for this whole incident.

“I would hope Cryptid knows how to fix this,” Time commented.

“All I heard was something about the master sword,” Warriors answered. “I’m guessing you don’t have it on you?” he directed at Wild, who simply shook his head in response.

Time raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t come with you?” he asked. Legend generally preferred to know exactly what was going on at any given time; leaving this situation to play out without any sort of intervention was out of character for him.

“He was bathing,” Warriors answered. “Apparently something took his clothes.”

Wild let out a huff that might’ve been some sort of laugh, while Time just hummed in reply. “In that case, we better find that master sword.”

Warriors barked out a laugh, all too willing to leave their pink haired companion to his own troubles. “Cloud should still be at camp. He should have his own master sword at the very least, if not both of yours,” he said, and Wild only let out a chirp of agreement as the trio set out.

~~~~~

Part of Twilight’s daily tasks involved organizing his bag, something that wouldn’t be necessary if it weren’t for a particular meddling minish always shoving random crap in there as and when she pleased.

He glanced over to the fire pit in the center of camp, where said minish woman warmed her tiny paws. It didn’t fool Twilight in the slightest. Small as they may be, those paws were capable of causing immense mischief. He’d seen it firsthand, even helped on some occasions.

His eyes trailed away from Midna to the others of the group. Only Sky and Four remained at camp, the others having gone out to do who knows what. As worrying as it was, none of them had been gone for long, and most of them had gone with at least one person. So far it was Hyrule he was most concerned for. He already had plans to sneak away in wolf form and herd him back to the group, probably with anyone else he found on the way.

He’d save that for after he finished organizing his bag. He turned to it, pulling out small bottles of random herbs and plants he didn’t recognize. Four and Sky’s conversation about woodcarving and blacksmithing made for a nice background noise as he sorted the random items Midna had acquired over the course of the day.

Herbs, mushrooms, a few stray rupees, several seashells, a few neat rocks, all normal things Midna tended to snatch. The next thing he pulled out was neither normal nor pleasant. It was, in fact, a dirty sock.

Twilight made a face as he pulled it out, setting it aside. He took a deep breath (through his mouth, since the sock’s smell was none too pleasant) and prepared himself for whatever other nonsense Midna had shoved into his bag. There was absolutely no way she’d just pick up some random sock. There had to be more.

He was unfortunately right. The next thing he pulled out was a rather familiar red tunic. It took him a moment to place it, but as soon as he connected the dots his head swiveled over to where Midna sat by the fire. She grinned over at him with a sort of glee that told him all he needed to know.

Twilight’s eyes flicked over to his two companions, and once he was sure they weren’t paying attention to him, he narrowed his eyes at Midna. Chiding her for messing with people was much harder with his teammates around, but his glare said everything he couldn’t speak aloud. Her grin just widened in response.

Fine. If she wasn’t going to help, he’d just bring the clothes back to Legend himself. He set them aside, folding each article of clothing in a small stack. Just as he opened his mouth to ask the other two where the hero in question was, a few of his teammates entered the clearing.

Alongside them was a massive, ugly bird. That certainly gave him pause, and it caught the attention of Sky and Four.

“Um… Is this Wolfie 2?” Sky asked, a bit unsure of what exactly was going on. Twilight almost felt offended by the comparison.

Warriors just chuckled in response. “It’s Loft, actually. I don’t know how it happened, but Cryptid said the master sword would help.”

Sky’s first instinct was to reach for the blade strapped to his back, though he paused and instead reached for the sword resting just beside him. Wild’s own master sword was usually placed in Sky’s trust if he, for whatever reason, didn’t have it on his person.

Sky offered the hilt of the blade to Wild, who took it awkwardly in his beak. With a flash of light that Twilight had to shield his eyes from, the huge scruffy bird shifted into the chosen hero they’d all come to know.

Wild’s hair was a horrific mess. Strands clumped together as though trying to emulate feathers, and the colorful ribbons framing his face were hardly visible in the sorry excuse for a braid they were tied in. Twilight had to suppress a wince at the idea of taking his usual ponytail down. It resembled a rat’s nest more than it resembled hair, and Twilight was already reaching for his bag to find the detangler he kept in there for his horse. It worked great on Epona, so he was sure it would work well on Wild’s magically-induced mess of tangles.

“Hey, Soul.”

The sound of his nickname made him perk up, and he glanced over at Wild. “Yes?”

“Are those Cryptid’s clothes?” he asked, glancing down at the folded garments in Twilight’s lap. There was something in Wild’s tone that made him narrow his eyes.

“…Yes?” he answered, trying to figure out what exactly Wild was getting at.

Warriors laughed aloud at his response. “I can’t believe it! Soul was the one who stole the fish boy’s clothes!”

Twilight froze in place, eyes going wide as they focused on the minish currently laughing at his misfortune. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Midna had set it all up on purpose.

Legend would never let him hear the end of it.

~~~~~

“What do you mean you don’t have a song for that!?”

Hyrule sputtered. “That’s a pretty specific request!” he defended, trying to convince himself that not having a specific song that could turn a bird into a Hylian wasn’t weird. It would probably be weirder if he did have one!

Wind seemed incredibly displeased with it. “But you have a song for everything!” he insisted. “You had a song specifically for flower allergies! Flowergies!”

Now probably wasn’t the best time to try and convince Wind that ‘flowergies’ was not a real word. “You have magical items for everything, why don’t you have an item to turn him back?” came Hyrule’s retort.

Wind was about to continue voicing his disagreement, paused, and then finally muttered, “touché.”

Hyrule wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he assumed it meant he’d won this argument. “Maybe it’s some sort of mask?” he suggested, beginning to head back in the direction of camp. “If it’s a mask that turned him into a bird, I’m certain I can fix it.”

“Oh so you have a song that’ll stop a transformation mask from transforming people, but not a song that’ll fix Loft from being a bird?” Wind asked, still seeming to take it personally that Hyrule didn’t have a song for every possible situation. “Why do you even have a song like that?”

Hyrule sighed. “It was relevant on my adventure.”

Wind’s face scrunched up as it so often did when he got an answer he didn’t like. His expression shifted quickly to one of realization. “Hey, wait, if you used transformation masks, is that why your eyes are so-“

“We’re here!” Hyrule announced, jogging over to camp. Knowing a deflection when he saw one, Wind decided not to press him for any details.

He grinned as he saw Wild in his normal Hylian form. “Hey! You’re not a bird anymore!” he said, a grin coming to his face.

“Nope, you can thank Fi for that,” Wild replied, gently patting the sheath of his beloved master sword.

“What exactly happened?” Hyrule asked, sitting down next to Time and Sky.

Wild grinned and eagerly launched into a chaotic tale of the evening’s events, starting from when he’d picked up Legend’s strange shadowy pendant, to Time trying to fight him, then to the discovery that Twilight had apparently yoinked Legend’s clothes while he was bathing.

Wind laughed along with Wild’s storytelling, and when Twilight himself walked back into camp soaking wet from head to toe, he laughed twice as hard.

#linked universe #lu adventure swap au #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wild #lu time #lu twilight #lu wind #lu midna #brenda’s writing

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Chainsaw Man Chapter 150 "Early" Analysis

Hoo boy what a chapter how are we all doing cause Fujimoto came out fucking swinging this chapter. Before that I should give some context as to my day caused I went to bed at like 4am then woke up at 8:30am didn't go back to sleep because I had classes so I read this entire chapter in kind of a haze. So all the Tricks Fujimoto was playing were catching me. Like I was reading and I see that woman in the left and I have to do a double take "what the fuck is asa doing there- oh thats not asa" THEN IN THE NEXT PANEL I DIDN'T EVEN CATCH THIS UNTIL LATER DENJI IS DOING THE EXACT SAME FUCKING DOUBLE TAKE

I originally clocked this scene as being about Denji being upset about everything still being normal despite the circumstances but I don't think thats it anymore. He looks genuinely shaken and Im sure most of that is being worried about the apartment and the pets but then seeing someone who looks so much like Asa has probably genuinely rattled him more.

And this fucking page was vile Fujimoto how dare you. I thought for a moment in my sleep delusion that everything was okay and they'd gotten home and just continued to live their life despite all the shit going on because that seemed to be what was being set up with Nayuta's "They're still going about their lives despite whats going on" line.

This whole panel is very intentional and its kind of weird and still kinda sickens me a bit because its so fucking ARGH. We've known Denji isn't really happy and he hasn't been for a long time he's just been going through the motions. Being Chainsaw Man was the one thing that he still had that could bring him happiness. I know this is going to sound like an awful thing to say but the way everything has been framed upto this point especially with Nayuta on his back kind of frames her like a burden to Denji. I know its a terrible thing to say I know he loves her and cares about her and I don't know if he's even on the same wavelength but his complacency and loss of his core happiness has been due to Makima and indirectly Nayuta. I doubt Denji blames Nayuta for any of it because it isn't her fault that she's being used as a hostage. It feels like Barem has infected my fucking thought stream.

This marks Pochita's first in manga appearance in like the entirety of part 2. This whole sequence seems to be mirroring Denji and Asa since Asa/Yoru has the recurring nightmare about the dead birds and then tripping up at the most important moments.

I wasn't even really sure if this scene was real at first like if this was really their house on fire. I didn't even really register what this all meant until Barem started talking about it.

Stop lying we know its because you're afraid Asa would kick your ass.

Barem's transformation trigger being a molar is still weird. I've been trying to figure out why its a molar because hybrids usually have triggers relating to the weapon they embody. Denji pulls a chainsaw ripcord, Reze pulls the pin on a grenade, Katana Man unsheathes his sword, Ect. So the possible explanations for Barem me and my friends came up with; 1. It's wordplay a molar is a unit of measurement (a mole) which refers to the amounts of a single substance within a solution. So it could be like flamethrower fluid? 2. It's a lighter switch like that bit at the top of a lighter that makes the spark. This one is more likely and could potentially mean Barem can transform/regen without using his hands which would make him VERY dangerous. Now to the most insane part of the chapter

THIS FUCKING WOMAN NO THIS FUCKING THING THIS CREATURE KNOWN AS FUMIKO HER PLOT ARMOR IS FUCKING UNPIERCABLE. How does he escape the whip hybrid point blank when the other members all got hit and are very clearly damaged by it? Only two possible explanations which are both sickening, Fujimoto has something planned for her (Hopefully her DEATH). Worse off, She's going to survive part 2. ALSO Now unrelated to Fumiko, I guess The fucking public safety hunters are absolute dogshit are you kidding me dude?? Lets recap all these events that have taken place within at maximum a single hour (probably less than 30 minutes). 1. Denji and Nayuta go to the park 2. Hybrids attack, Quanxi dismisses them all and they're assumably put into custody 3. Fire contracts activate and Barem escapes custody 4. Yoru fights Yoshida, Yoshida flees 5. Barem runs straight to Denji's house and burns it to the ground 6. Sometime between 3 and 5 the Hybrids ESCAPE custody and make it to Denji's house in order to aid Barem. I'm choosing to blame this all on Fumiko cause she was supposed to be DOING SHIT and yet all she does is run away and do fucking nothing ever this is atrocious this woman has to go. Heres my fucking theory I established on my Death Devil post (The Yoshida Joke one) that the Horsemen on earth are all fiends of some sort, But their power likely doesn't diminish as much as normal fiends. Fumiko's purpose will be as the corpse the death devil inhabits thats why shes been given such a focus and thats why she has this fucking giorno giovanna tier plot armor ALSO IS BAREM'S FULL FUCKING NAME REALLY "Barem Bridge" IS THAT FUCKING REAL IS THIS NAME REALLY JUST FUCKING FUCKING "Burn Them Bridge" WHEN YOU SAY IT OUTLOUD IS THAT REAL?

#chainsaw man #csm #barem csm #denji hayakawa #fumiko mifune #csm 150 #chainsaw man 150

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bloodboonfic · 11 months

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Heyyyy

First of all, wanted to say I love your fic. Probably don’t recognise me, but I’m cork, the person in charge of updating Fizzy’s fics, so technically I’m now the co writer of the original ‘Oh how the caged bird sings’ which sounds weird lmao… any how’s, I absolutely love Bloodboon, I reread it recently whilst planning stuff for updating Caged Bird, and the amount of world building and thought you put into it is insane (and I can say with a fact much more than Fizz originally did lmao)

My question! To the point lol. I wanted to ask how you came up with such rich world building for your fic. I’m currently struggling a little to do this with Caged Bird, and was curious how you’ve managed to come up with such detailed cultures and details!

Thanks!!!! :D

Glad you like the fic! Also excited to see the new directions Caged Bird takes under the re-write. Not going to lie, was able to tell you'd taken a gander on Bloodboon based on stuff in the newer chapters.

I've talked about world building a bit before, and it's really a matter of cause and effect! Stuff affects stuff. Pick a thing that's neat and then observe the ripple effects. Piglins view strength as a very good thing -> To prove the ruler worthy, the king is elected by regicide.

But part of it is also pure story convenience. Take the portrait gallery scene in Ch 18, as an example. The pins on the picture frames that mark how many challengers a king defeated makes sense from a cultural extrapolation: the king must be strong, being able to defeat many challengers is a show of strength. But it also allows for Philza to learn that Technoblade has had a metric fuckton of challengers, which is something Techno would be disinclined to outright tell him. Its a neat way to convey the information outside of plain dialogue.

And then there is the "no water in Nether, how do temper sword" type of stuff. And that comes purely from being hugely pedantic :D

-Anchestor

#worldbuilding #asks #coming soon: enderman world building #which is purely for fun #most won't even feature in the fic #but boy howdy did pink and I have a good time coming up with it

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rottentiger-art · 2 years

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I see you out here posting Sparrabeth content 👀 what do you think about the comparisons of L to Jack and Misa to Elizabeth?

No but, I saw you liking them and was about to dm you to see if you wanted to talk about this lol

Where to start? There's so much to say. When comparing them I realize, hell maybe I do gave a type!

The obvious first, they're both ships with wasted potential. They also give me the vibes of het ship for queer people (the counterpairs being het ships for straight people) if that make sense.

Physically, they're very pretty much the same, taller dark-haired man, shorter blonde woman + they both have a big age gap, one significantly bigger than the other (lawmane 7 years and sparrabeth 22 years if I remember correctly).

When speaking to each other, they almost always seem to be so unnecessarily close, specially Jack and L, that have no problem getting into Lizzy and Misa's face and invade their personal space.

Both L and Jack are seen by other characters as eccentric and weird and their sometimes cold and questionable actions provokes either admiration or contempt, while Misa and Elizabeth are judged first by their beauty and most characters seem to think of them as innocent naive girls, not aware of their dark side. L and Jack seem to be the ones that really see through them and can see the darkness behind those beautiful eyes. I really don't think Light and Will (their canon love interests) truly knew them, Light just knew enough to manipulate her and not let her become a threat, and Will for example always seemed surprised by Elizabeth's actions.

What the four of them have in common is that they're willing to do morally questionable stuff to get what they want/need.

Sparrabeth have an insane amount of sexual tension, eyefucking all around, Lawmane tho it's more subtle, as it's been pointed out (shout out to @gigantomachy1916 analysis of L, Misa and Sex in Death Note) L has only had shown sexual interest in Misa, in some scenes were faked, but others is undeniable.

Their dynamics are pretty alike as well, but their fanon dynamic are near identical. In fact, being the obsessive weirdo I am, having reading the majority of the fics on each ship's AO3 tag, I took notice of every similarity. Funny how two ships of completely different fandoms with completely different plots have so much in common.

They're both given the same tropes in most fics: Enemies to Lovers (for Lawmane it may go Enemies to Friends to Lovers, for Sparrabeth Friends to Enemies to Lovers), Unrequited Love, Infidelity/Cheating, First Time/Loss of Virginity, Not Your Damsel In Distress, Birds of a Feather, Deflecting for Love or Dating Catwoman (depends on the fic, Jack is not really the villian on most fics,but the world around Elizabeth sees it this way), I'm sure there's more that I'm forgetting, but you get my point.

Another thing both fandoms have in common as seen through fic as well as posts, is that we both believe Misa and Elizabeth deserved better, and these ships allows us to give them that, it's also very clear we care more about giving our girls what they deserve rather than the romanticism (tho of course, that is a big part of it too). I've not seen a Sparrabeth fic where Elizabeth is treated as just a housewife-child bearer (like canon) or a Lawmane fic where Misa becomes L's unwanted useless sidekick (basically replacing Light's role in her life), most fics take the time to explore why these girls are so great and likeable, why they should have been allowed more power and autonomy, why they had the potential to be more. I mean, Misa not only had the eyes of a Shinigami, she also had a Shinigami completely devoted to her, yet they decided to make her a sillu girl too in love with a guy to take advantage of it (I think Misa is smarter than she lets on) and Elizabeth was made Pirate King, you mean to tell me she's gonna drop that title to live the life she never wanted? And for a man she's only going to see once every 10 years? And they wonder why we run for these ships instead.

I'm making a post about how I think Sparrabeth's relationship would have gone and how I don't believe they'd be a conventional couple, but that doesn't mean they'd be unhappy, quite the contrary, same thing could be said about Lawmane.

And this one only aplies to me, but they're also the kind of ships where I can't ship the canon pair but I ship the male character with their love rival lol a.k.a Lawlight and Wil x Jack (do they have a ship name??)

+Bonus comparisons:

"I'm totally kidding,,, unless?"

Sure it's really normal to talk this close to someone you don't want to kiss

Sorry if I rambled a lot lol TL;DR, Lawmane and Sparrabeth are more similiar than one could think, should have been endgame and deserve more recognition than they get

I would like to know what you think too!

#I rambled so much I'm not even sure I really answered you question lol #sorry #ask box #littlerateur97 #parallels #sparrabeth #lawmane #elizabeth swann #jack sparrow #misa amane #l lawliet #pirates of the caribbean #death note #tiger's rants #my girls deserved better #just realized many of those things can apply to jonerys and amylaurie #specially physically

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 1 year

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Murdock Mallory

(I’ve already made an information post like this, but said post is pretty long; in fact, it’ll just get longer and more expansive as I develop new characters and stories for [The Future Mob Project]. And I’m worried that the sheer length will make readers lose interest when they click on a link to look for a specific character. So, I’ll be making separate information pages for each character while still maintaining the all-inclusive post. Got it? Good.)

(Also, please keep in mind that Murdock is the only character in this project who doesn’t belong to me. This is just a list of my personal headcanons for him. All of the others are my creations, but Murdock belongs to the Markiplier Cinematic Universe.)

Who He’s Based Off Of: Mark Fischbach (Markiplier)

His Method of Work: Honestly, he’s a jack-of-all-trades. Oh sure, he has an unhealthy amount of knowledge on different types of blades, but that’s just the beginning. Pretty much anything can be a weapon, depending on how creative (read: insane) you are. He also knows his way around firearms, but for…personal reasons, he only uses them when there are no other options available.

Red Attire: Turtleneck sweater (Currant)

Notes:

He has a rare case of eye-misalignment. Specifically speaking, his right eye is turned to the right (as though he’s looking at something sideways). His left eye can move around in its socket as intended, but his right eye never follows along with that movement. According to him, the misalignment was caused by a traumatic accident he experienced before he’d joined The Pentas Family (apparently, it’s a miracle he wasn’t rendered half-blind). When he’s working on underground business, he wears his sunglasses. But when he’s keeping up appearances in normal society, he wears a white medical headwrap-eyepatch.

Both his black-tinted sunglasses and brass necklace are trophies from his earliest kills. (Yes, I will try to go more in-depth with this idea in the future.)

He was the first official member of The Pentas Family, and has since earned a reputation for being The Boss’ right-hand-man. (Notice: I don’t have the backstory/relationship between the two of them completely nailed down yet. But what I do know for sure is that THEY ARE NOT ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WHATSOEVER. NOBODY IN THIS MOB IS.)

He's a legit bird-whisperer. I’ve seen plenty other people post about him chilling with crows or ravens, and that’s already perfect, but I think adding more birds in general to the mix would make it even better. Chickens, ducks, sparrows, cockatiels, parakeets, pigeons, etc. Even GEESE tend to be calm around him (which could count as a sign of something being wrong with him). It’s not uncommon for him to spend his off-time at the park feeding the birds he claims to have technically adopted.

He lives out of a houseboat docked near the quiet part of the beach. He’s not above driving it long distances across the water when he needs to travel for his work.

If his scene in ISWM Part 2 was anything to go by, he enjoys making morbid jokes/puns. Ironically, he tends to get disappointed or annoyed whenever other people make morbid jokes/puns. He and Caliban have gotten into arguments (with varying degrees of violence) over puns on at least three separate occasions.

He’s currently acting as a mentor to The Newcomer. It’s his responsibility to teach them and introduce them to the other Pentas members.

Current Stories: (Goretober 2022) Day 2: Cannibalism, Running on Empty, God, Being an Accessory to Murder is Exhausting, Update the Letter Board!, (Goretober 2023) Day 3: Broken Bones, (Goretober 2023) Day 4: Amputation, (Goretober 2023) Day 7: Needles, Bloody Tricks and Even Bloodier Treats

#my writing #iswm murdock #murdock #murdock/murderplier #iswm murderplier #markiplier #mark fischbach #markiplier egos #the pentas family #[the future mob project]

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crazy-fruit · 3 years

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Continuing to be per Du and caring about each other

#Tatort Dresden #Tatort #Tatort Spoiler #Leonie Winkler #Karin Gorniak #der Rest war unbrauchbar als gif #the amount of birds in this scene makes me insane #mindestens 2 Singdrosseln sind die Anfang Februar schon aus Südeuropa zurück? ich glaube nicht #wo sind die Lachmöwen und Blässhühner die man hört? Ich sehe keine #back to the actual ship <3 #zum Glück bleiben sie beim Du und das bleibt jetzt auch so #das Karin wo anders für zwei Stunden schläft macht es möglich dass sie auch mal im Büro pennt #(auch wenn ich immernoch glaube dass sie nachm Nest Aaron ungern alleine zuhause lässt....vorallem nicht für die Arbeit...bei Leo #übernachten wäre was anderes)#2 Stunden Schlaf als sehr gut zu bezeichnen kann auch nur vomPferdgefallen!Leo

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elianamarie-blog · 2 years

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The Things You Give: Part 26

Yoooo the amount of likes this story is getting is insane! And so is length of this lol but I'm having such a great time writing this and you guys make it so much better! Thank you for all the reads, reblogs, love, and comments. It makes my day so much better <3 I also want to mention that a lot of the chapter is copied mainly from the TV show with a bit of difference, but there are some original scenes that I included. I feel like it's okay, but I was going through a massive writer's block. BUT I feel like the last bit of the chapter makes up for it...I hope. Let me know what you think in the comments and give it a heart if you enjoyed it. Again, I'm sorry if it's not the best chapter, but I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the chapter!

Y/n and everybody had decided to go visit Steven at work the following Monday. W.B had been in a meeting so they were all just casually waiting for him to get back.

They were busy looking at the office walls that were filled with signed records from famous bands and singers, golden records. The shelves were filled with trinkets and things, and some genuine work related stuff. The natural light coming from the giant window overlooking Milwaukee made the golden records sparkle.

“Hey, thanks for coming down to meet my sister, guys. I had dinner with her and my dad last night and it and it was the first family dinner that I’d been to where we didn’t have to file out one at a time,” Hyde said to everyone.

“I thought you guys hated each other?” Y/n asked. “Last time we all met, it didn’t go so well.”

“Yeah, well she called a little after that and apologized, wanting to restart.”

“Well, that’s nice,” she said.

“Man, Hyde, first a new dad and now a new sister?!” Kelso said excitedly. “It’s like you hit the orphan lottery!”

“Look! Your dad has peppermint patties in a jar on his desk,” Fez pointed out. “Heh. That’s class, baby.”

“You guys, that’s nothing,” Eric said. “I saw twenty bucks just lying on his desk and I kinda want to steal it.” He paused from the magazine he was skimming before looking down again. “Wow. I’m starting to see the underbelly of not having a job.”

“Wow, check it out Steven,” Y/n said, staring at a picture on the wall. “Your dad knows Skynard. Impressive.”

“What?! No way!” Kelso shrieked and pushed Y/n aside to see it. She stumbled to the side, annoyed. He spun back around to face everyone. “I heard that if you just yell Free Bird, they start playing it.”

The door opened, revealing W.B and Angie.

“Ah, Angie,” he said. “These our new brother’s friends and of course his wife. They’re scruffy, but they seem harmless. The friends, I mean.”

“Hi, W.B,” Y/n greeted sweetly and walked over to give him a hug.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked cheerfully. “How was the honeymoon? Did you change out the sheets?”

Y/n blushed and avoided eye contact with everybody, nodding. Hyde, on the other hand, was smiling proudly.

Hyde pointed to Angie’s natural curls and smiled. “Hey guys, look. The family ‘fro!”

“I know what you’re all thinking,” Angie said. Last time Y/n met her, she didn’t remember her being this nice. “What are the odds of Steven would have a previously unknown black half-sister?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Well, I’ll tell you. It’s 2,437:1,” she said proudly. “I’m a math major.”

“Math major, huh?” Kelso asked, stepping forward. “I need some help building a homemade rocket. And we also need a hamster that’s not afraid of heights or being blown up.”

Angie gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded. “You must be Kelso.”

“Yeah, I am,” he said, smiling down at her. “I’m so glad you showed up. It’s a lot of pressure being the only good looking one in the room.”

“Michael, that is so rude,” Jackie said sternly. “You know there’s two of us.”

“And that makes you Jackie,” Angie said.

“Correct!” Jackie said excitedly and ran over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. “Okay, so let me bring you up to speed on the group.” She started pointing at everyone. She pointed at Eric. “Too skinny.” Then at Donna. “Too tall.” Then at Fez. “Too foreign.” And then pointed at herself. “Too-rific!”

“Hi, Y/n. Nice to see you again,” Angie greeted in the fakest voice Y/n had ever heard.

Y/n crossed her arms and took a step back from her. She gave her a tight lipped smile. “Likewise, Ang.”

“Awe, look at this my kids getting along,” W.B cooed. “That’s it! Twenty dollars for everyone!” He started handing out money to everyone when Eric stopped him.

“It’s alright. I got mine,” he said. “I took it off your desk.” He nodded awkwardly as W.B gave him a weird look. “I’m in a really weird place in my life.”

“Ookay,” W.B said and turned back to everyone. “Anyone up for lunch?”

--Time Skip—

“Hey! I brought everyone cupcakes!” Angie announced as she walked through the basement door at the Forman’s house.

“Cool! Cupcakes!” Fez said excitedly and plucked a cupcake.

“And this one is for you,” Angie said and pulled out a chocolate cupcake with white frosting and handed it to her brother. “Vanilla on the outside, chocolate on the inside. Just like you.” She smiled at her own joke.

“Cool, thanks,” Hyde said and took a bite out of it.

Kelso went to grab for a cupcake, but before he could, Jackie quickly swiped the one he was reaching for.

“What are you doing?” he asked, irritated. “You knew I was going to take that one.”

“Oh, well, too bad.” She shrugged and took a big bite.

“You know what? This is why we broke up,” he said. “You’re always doing that!”

“We broke up because you were always cheating on me!” Jackie replied sassily.

“Yeah, and the cupcake thing!”

Everyone else wordlessly took a cupcake until the plate was empty.

“So, this is where you hang out, huh?” Angie asked, changing the subject. “Do the people who own this place know we’re down here?”

“Yeah, they kind of adopted me,” Steven replied and finished his cupcake.

“So, if they adopted you, then that means you married your sister?” Angie asked, eyeing Y/n distastefully. Like she was a cockroach beneath her shoe.

Y/n squinted her eyes at her new sister-in-law, wondering what her problem was. “He’s not actually my brother, you dunce. He’s a friend who was fostered in.”

“Still weird,” she snarked.

“Yeah,” Hyde said slowly, eyeing Angie. “You don’t know this about me, but I’ve had like thirteen different dads.”

Angie’s eyebrows narrowed. “You’re right, I don’t know anything about you. What kind of stuff did you do growing up? Did you play sports?”

“Well, I used to play this one game called ‘Stoop.’ You would sit on a stoop and throw things at a passerby,” he beamed proudly. “I was a pro.”

“I was the passerby,” Eric said off-handedly.

Y/n shot Steven a disapproval look. “He doesn’t do that anymore.”

“Wow,” was all Angie could say.

“So, are you ready for your first day of work tomorrow with Dad?” Steven asked.

“Yeah, but I’m a little nervous,” she responded. “I mean, it’s my first job out of college.”

“Yeah, this is the easiest job I’ve ever had,” he said to her.

“Wait, what about the time you earned two bucks after I dared you to eat everything in the fridge and then you threw up?” Kelso asked from across the room.

“That was you,” Hyde deadpanned.

Kelso blinked. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, clapping his hand against his thigh. “Man, that was funny!”

“So, it’s cool if we slack off at work?” Angie asked.

“Look, anytime I think about work, I remember one thing…I’m the boss’s son.” He placed his hands behind his head, leaning back. “Then I head down to the nearest bar and chug beer and play darts.”

“Ah, beer and darts,” Y/n said and leaned against her husband. “Keeping the eye patch industry alive since the 1800’s.”

That got a good laugh out of everyone. Except for Angie.

Later that evening…

“Man, I don’t trust your sister,” Y/n said as she and Steven were getting ready for bed.

“Why?” he asked as he slipped under the covers.

“Do you not see the way she looks at me? She acts like I’m the dirt beneath her shoe.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Just because she doesn’t like you means that we can’t trust her?”

“Yes,” she said and got underneath with him and started rubbing lotion on her hands, taking her ring off. “She’s not good for you. Keep your eye on her.”

“Just because she doesn’t like you doesn’t mean she’s untrustworthy,” he pointed out. “You sound like Jackie.”

“No, I don’t!” she defended. “I swear, the way she looks at me…it’s like she knows I see right through her.”

“I’m not really worried about her.” He shrugged.

She turned sharply to him. “How? She reeks of bad news. Besides, it’s not like you guys got off on the right foot.”

“True, but I got something more important to worry about,” he replied and placed his hands on her stomach. “You’re starting to show.

She smiled softly down at his hand and looked back up at him. “Yeah, I know. My clothes are starting to get tight. I can’t fit into my favorite pair of jeans anymore.” She frowned and rubbed her stomach. “I don’t know if I look forward to getting fatter, fat ankles, and sore back. And the bigger boobs.”

He smirked at her. “I am.”

“Of course, you are,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes, bumping her shoulder to his.

He chuckled at her and placed his hand behind her back. “That’s good, though. It means the babies are growing,” he replied and kissed her forehead. “Besides, you’re the only woman in the world who looks adorable and sexy pregnant.”

“You’re just saying that,” she said, but was smiling again.

“No, I really mean it,” he said gently and brought her in for a sweet kiss.

She looked up at him with gentle and loving eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you still going to love me when I can’t tie my shoes?”

He chuckled in her ear. “I’ll probably love you more.”

"No one would believe me if I told them how soft you can be," she teased.

"Yeah...but don't tell anybody."

She giggled and kissed him once more before glancing at the clock. 11:18pm. “I think everyone’s asleep,” she purred.

He smirked at her through hooded eyes and kissed her deeply. “You just read my mind, Doll.”

The next day…

Steven knocked on the door that led into his father’s office. “Hey, you wanted to see me?”

“Have a seat, Steven,” W.B said, gesturing towards the empty seat in front of his desk. Next to it sat Angie.

“It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been sneaking off from work to go play darts,” he said once Hyde took a seat.

“Well, in my defense it’s just something to pass the time while I’m drinking beer,” Hyde said with a light sense of humor.

“Yes, Angie mentioned that too,” William said, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“What?” Steven asked, eyebrows furrowed and turned to Angie. “You ratted me out?”

“What? No!” she responded. “I just thought it was a funny story.” She placed her hand on his arm apologetically. “Steven, I am so sorry. Daddy, please don’t fire him.”

William scoffed, finding it humorous. “I’m not gonna fire him.”

“You’re not?” she asked, surprised and disappointed before furrowing her brows in determination and gave a curt nod. “I mean, you’re not. Excellent choice,” she said more confident.

Hyde made a disgusted face at her as if he just squashed a bug underneath his boot.

“Steven, you may be the boss’s son, but you still have to show up and do some work,” W.B continued.

“Come on, man. You said it yourself it was fine if I slacked off every now and then,” he defended.

“Look, I want you to succeed here,” W.B said. “So, no more darts.”

Hyde huffed in defeat. “Fine.” He got up to leave, but paused and turned back around. “Oh, but can I start succeeding next week? See, there’s a tournament tomorrow and I’m already signed up and everything.”

William gave his son an annoyed look, giving him a silent no.

“Okay,” Hyde said quickly and scurried out the office.

--Time Skip—

“Angie totally set me up, man,” Hyde said later that afternoon, venting to the group while pacing around in the basement. “I should’ve seen this coming when she told me she was a math major.”

“Man, those girls are always bitches,” Y/n said, trying to comfort her husband. She sat on the arm of the couch, watching him move around the room.

“You know what your problem is, Hyde?” Kelso said, eating an orange popsicle in the lawn chair. He pointed it at Hyde. “I’m too good looking.”

Hyde ignored him and ran a hand down his face.

“Who does she think she is anyway?” Y/n asked, feeling a tight angry knot form in the pit of her stomach. “She can’t just walk in here and pull strings like you’re some sort of puppet. That’s my job!” She gave him a grin and a wink to show she was joking.

“Y/n, you know what your problem is?” Kelso said. “I’m too good looking.”

Y/n lulled her head back to the ceiling, annoyed. “Do you ever have anything else more interesting to say?”

“Hey guys, just to jump off topic here for a sec…when you’re dancing to, say like, Donna Summer, or…you know…whoever, do you ever wish you were on wheels?”

“Forman, so many parts about what you just said make me want to kick your ass,” Hyde said, annoyed.

“Eric, you know what your problem is?” Kelso piped up again. “I’m too—”

“Kelso, I swear to God if you say that you’re too good looking one more time, I’m going to break your kneecaps,” Y/n threatened.

Kelso glared at her while everyone laughed. “Pregnant women are mean!”

“Well, I’m off to my room for some Spanish lessons,” Eric said and started to head up the stairs. “Or, should I say room-o?” He chuckled, feeling witty, and bounced up the stairs.

The door swung open, revealing Angie entering.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here,” Hyde spit.

“Alright, back off Hyde,” Fez said, pushing through everyone. “She’s here for me.” He turned to her. “Hey, mama.”

Hyde ignored him. “So, what the hell was that about today?”

“Look,” she stated with attitude that Hyde didn’t really care much for. “My dad said that if I did well in college, someday the business would be mine. I did my part. And there’s no way I’m gonna share everything with some frizzy-haired kid fresh out of juvie.”

“Okay,” he said, irritated. “I’m working at that company because our dad wants me there.” He straightened up, setting his shoulders. “And don’t insult me with that juvie crap. I’m eighteen. If I get pinches, I’m doing big boy time.”

“Running this company is my dream,” she stated. “So, if you don’t quit tomorrow, then it’s going to be war.”

“Then let there be war,” he said.

She huffed and turned to Kelso. “Come on, he’s your friend. Talk some sense into him.”

Kelso put his hands up in surrender. “If you wanted my help, you should’ve brought more cupcakes.”

--Time Skip—

“Guys! Guys!” Y/n said excitedly, running into the kitchen with a large envelope in hand. Red, Kitty, Eric, and Hyde sat at the table getting ready for dinner. “It came!” She started tearing into the envelope.

“What is it?” Kitty asked.

“My official name change paperwork!” She held her new social security card in her hands. “I’m officially a Hyde!”

“You actually took my last name?” Hyde asked in shock and walked over to her.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would.” She furrowed her brows. “Why do you seem so surprised?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But, I’m glad you did.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet,” Kitty gushed.

“Yeah, adorable,” Eric deadpanned. “Can we eat now?”

The Hyde’s rolled their eyes and sat down as Kitty brought out a pot roast.

“Nice,” Y/n said, salivating. “I’ve been craving a lot of meat lately.”

A smirk spread across Eric’s face. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but Y/n kicked him under the table.

“Shut up!” she snapped.

“I didn’t even say anything!” he hissed while rubbing his sore shin.

“Eric, I’m going to staple your mouth shut if you don’t stop,” Red threatened.

“Come on, their room is right next to mine!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Kitty said and sat herself down. “So, Steven, how’s work going?”

“Ah, you know, working with your new half-sister, a little sibling rivalry is expected,” he answered.

“A little?” Y/n asked. “Honey, she threatened to get you fired if you don’t quit.”

“What?” Kitty and Red asked together.

“Yeah, but it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. What are you going to do?” Y/n asked him. “Are you going to fight back?”

“I don’t know if I’m even going to.” When he saw her raised eyebrow, he leaned back in his chair. “Come on, you’re asking me to fight for a job. That’s a tough sell.”

“Steven, you’re not just going to be fighting for your job. You’re going to be fighting to provide for your wife and children,” Red pointed out. “It’s not just about you anymore. You need to be a man.”

Hyde sighed and stabbed at his roast. “Exactly, I already have enough on my plate without her trying to stir crap with me and my dad.”

“Well, then maybe you shouldn’t go sneak off to play darts,” Y/n said quietly.

“Hey, in my defense—I was on break.”

“For three hours?”

Hyde stared at emotionless. “Yes.”

--Time Skip—

After the house claiming he was going out and he’d be back. Kitty, of course, knew where he was going and was struggling on how she was going to tell her husband.

Everyone had come over to hang out; Donna, Fez, and Kelso were sitting in the living room with Y/n and Hyde, fighting back smiles.

“Red, we have something to tell you about Eric,” Donna said. “It’s pretty shocking. I don’t know how to break it to you.”

Y/n and Hyde looked at their friends, confused.

“Okay, you better let me handle this,” Kelso said, throwing his hand in front of Donna and Fez to prevent them speaking further. “Everybody whose son isn’t a roller disco-er, take one step forward. Not so fast Red!”

“What?!” Everybody, but Kitty exclaimed.

Y/n had a look of amusement while Hyde’s was a mix of shock and disgust. Red couldn’t tell if he was pissed or disappointed, or not even shocked at all.

“I gotta see this,” Y/n giggled and ran to grab the keys for the car.

The skating rink smelled of cheap distilled vapor, possibly the soap and disinfectant and the even cheaper food cooking. Flashing lights made the room spin while sweaty skaters rolled around the rink, completely lost in themselves and music.

Y/n’s eyes scanned the room before landing on a familiar skinny, dirty blond boy wearing—rainbow?!—shorts. “Uh…I think I found him.”

She jut her chin out and her family and friends followed her direction of sight.

“Hey, everybody!” the DJ said into the mic. “Let’s give a great, big roller palace welcome to the one, the only, Raaaiiinnboowww!”

Y/n watched Eric with a mix of amusement and awe as she watched her twin brother spin and boogey on the rink floor. She had to admit he was good and kind of liked it. But by the look on her dad’s face, he wasn’t enjoying it. Not even a little bit.

Without noticing them, he started making his way towards where they were standing. When he lifted his eyes up, the joy in them drained into fear as he made eye contact with his father.

“NO!” he shouted, slipping and fell onto his back.

“Nice shorts, Rainbow," Red, mumbled unamused.

∞∞∞

“Hey,” Angie greeted Hyde at work the next day. “Did you come to pack up your office?”

“Listen, sis, about the whole job thing,” he began. “I thought about going head-to-head with you. But I decided not to stoop to your level.”

Angie nodded, a confused look on her face, but still satisfied that Hyde backed down. “Well, good.”

But then Hyde smirked deviously at her and pointed towards the hall. “But she can.”

Angie turned to see Jackie sitting on a desk, gathered by a few people, laughing.

“Right now she’s telling everyone that you stripped through college,” he finished.

“Please like anybody’s going to be believe her,” Angie scoffed. “My dad’s rich.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he replied, chuckling. “You didn’t strip because you needed the money. Word around the water cooler is you stripped because you liked it.”

“Yeah, I know, I know!” Jackie exclaimed, laughing. “What a whore!”

Angie stomped out to the hallway, confronting the group. “Stop laughing at me! I am not a stripper! I am a math major!”

She sniffled, fighting back tears and ran back to her office without another word.

Hyde strutted out of the office beaming. “Thanks for coming down here, man. I knew you’d do it.”

“Well, it’s always a pleasure to be petty towards bitches who deserve it.” She smiled, flipping her hair.

“If there was a game show called ‘Make That Girl Cry’, I’d go on with you.”

“Oh, we’d so win that car,” she said, laughing. “Welp, I’m heading out. Glad to be a service.”

He raised his cup of water at her. “See you later. I might need you again.”

“Always happy to help!” she called over her shoulder as she walked down the stairs and out the building.

--Time Skip—

“Hey, everybody, look who it is!” Y/n greeted Eric as he walked in the kitchen. “It’s Rainbow!”

“Ha ha very funny,” he responded. “How did you guys find out anyway?”

“Does it matter? All that matters is that we know now,” Kitty said.

“You told, didn’t you?” Eric said. “Who did you tell?”

“Well, I don’t know what you mean, but it definitely wasn’t Fez.”

“Mom, you’re a terrible liar,” Y/n said. “All seriousness, why were you roller discoing and didn’t tell us?”

“Would you want to tell them?” he deadpanned.

She shrugged. “True, but I’m a female. I have a little bit more leeway.”

“Agh, double standards,” he groaned.

“All I want to know is why?” Red asked.

“It all started when I went down to the sporting goods store,” Eric began. “I saw this pair of roller blades. And when I’m tried them on it was like the first time Joe Namath laid his hands on a bat. The next thing I remember is spinning. Just spinning, and spinning, and spinning.” He reenacted his movements by gentle swaying his body side to side like he was back in that moment. “And then the next thing I know I’m at the park and that’s where I met up with these people.”

“Wait, those skater freaks down at the park who are always by the basketball hoops?” Y/n asked.

"They're not freaks, Y/n," Eric defended. "They're just like you and me, but on wheels."

“Eric,” Red said. “Let me tell you a little story. When I was a boy, there was this kid who wanted to be a ballet dancer and all the other kids made fun of him. But years later when he came back to town he had achieved his dream. He was a dancer with the New York City ballet. And you know what happened?”

“You learned your little lesson about judging people unfairly, huh?” Y/n asked with a small smile played across her lips.

“No, a bunch of guys got together and beat the crap out of him,” Red answered, taking Y/n and Eric by surprise.

"Yikes," Y/n whistled.

“Okay, Dad, I hear what you’re saying, but I don’t know if I can just give this up,” Eric said.

“Why don’t you try something else?” Kitty asked.

“Yeah, like robot dancing,” Y/n teased and started moving her arms like a robot. “Feel the beat disco, robot.”

Eric rolled his eyes. “Funny.”

--Meanwhile—

“Daddy, I can’t work with him!” Angie whined to her father. “He’s spreading lies about me!”

“Actually, that’s not true,” Steven said. “Jackie’s telling them.”

“Why was that girl in my office to begin with?” W.B questioned. “And why was she handing out dress code memos to my employees?”

“Hm,” Hyde hummed. “She’s against the casualization of the workplace.”

“She doesn’t belong her and neither does he,” Angie said. “Especially his wife.”

“The hell you have against my wife?” Steven asked, annoyed.

“Nothing. She just reeks of trouble. Probably after daddy’s money.”

“Funny you say that because she said the exact same thing about you,” he said. “And by the way, she was with me before she knew Dad, so your argument is invalid.”

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” W.B said astonished. “A brother and sister fighting each other.” A proud smile broke out onto his face. “Hey, we are family.”

“Look, if you want him to stay, that’s fine,” Angie said. “But if he stays, I’m out of here.”

“Well, that’s too bad because I’m opening up a new record store and I wanted the two of you to run it.” He crossed his arms and shrugged. “But, maybe I’ll just let Steven run it by himself.”

“Hell yeah!” Hyde whooped. “Nice going, sis.”

“No! You know I’ve always wanted my own record store!”

“Well, if you two can’t find a way to work this out…”

“No! We can. We can!” she said with fake enthusiasm. “He’s my brother. I try to get him fired, he calls me a stripper—this is how we play.” She laughed uncomfortably.

“Well, that’s good,” W.B said. “Because if this continued, I would have to send the both of you to your offices without dinner.” He chuckled at his joke. “That’s a bad joke. I love it.” He checked his watch. “Oh, I have a meeting to get to. “Bye kids.”

“So,” Hyde said, smirking. “Looks like you’re going to have put up with me after all.”

“Hey, I said I’d work with you. Doesn’t mean I like you,” Angie snarked and crossed her arms.

“You not liking me doesn’t bother me that much now that I’ve won.” He started to walk out the office, but stopped and turned back to her. “And by I won, I mean you lost.”

He turned back around laughing, leaving a glowering Angie behind, but then turned back around once more.

“Oh, and by the way, you better start respecting Y/n,” he mentioned. “I’m not gonna have that. You don’t have to like her, but you’re not going to disrespect her. Got it?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Good. Then there will be no trouble.”

“Hey, honey, welcome home,” Y/n greeted Steven as he walked through the basement door. He was greeted by his wife and brother-in-law. “Oh, I love saying that!” she squealed and ran over to give him a kiss. “How was your day?”

He returned her kiss and sat down in his chair, loosening up his tie. “Better now that I got a promotion.”

“Already?!” she squeaked from excitement.

“You’re joking right?” Eric asked, side-eyeing him. “There’s no way you got a promotion that fast. You’re just yanking our legs.”

“Am I, Rainbow?” Hyde quipped.

Eric’s smile dropped instantly. “So, what’s the position?” he asked, changing the subject and got up to get a frozen treat from the fridge.

“I got promoted to my own store,” he beamed.

“Are you serious?!”Y/n cried out.

“Yep. You know what that means? No more ties, no more desk, paperwork, and no more 9 to 5.”

“Oh, Steven, congratulations,” Y/n gushed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I told you would do great things.” She pressed her mouth to his, pulling him in tight.

He didn’t let her go, but instead chose to puller her closer and deepen the kiss. They completely forgot about Eric who was standing there disgusted watching their mini make out session.

“You know,” he spoke up, causing the couple to pull apart. “I’d really appreciate you guys not doing that in front of me.”

“Oh, come on, we’re married now,” Elena argued.

“Doesn’t mean I like seeing it,” he grumbled and stepped over the couch, sitting down.

“Anyway, how was your day?” Hyde asked his wife and put a hand on her knee as she sat beside him.

“It was good,” she said. “I talked to Sasha today about the store and the details and such.”

“You’re still going to go through with that?” Eric asked.

She turned to face her brother. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just been a while since you’ve last talked about it.”

“Well, a lot has happened between now and then. Besides, I think I still want to go through having my own store.”

“You think?” Hyde asked her. “I thought this is what you wanted to do.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I think it was just something at the time.”

“But it’ll be your own store,” he replied.

“Yeah, something that you have,” she said. “And my dad with his auto store— I don’t know if I want to own my own store. Let alone a bridal store. Sounds kind of…boring.”

“Then what do you want?” Eric asked.

“I don’t know…I want to go back to school and do something more. But you know with the babies coming, it’s going to be a while before I can.”

“Y/n, I told you that you don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything,” Hyde said.

“I know, but I still want to do something with my life. Like I said engineering or maybe even medicine...maybe even something to do with cars.”

“That’ll make Red happy,” Hyde said and gave her a soft grin. “Well, whatever you decide, I’ll be here to support you.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“My day was fine by the way,” Eric spoke up. “Spent the day napping and watched TV.”

“What about your roller disco thing?” Y/n asked.

“I threw my roller blades away,” he responded. “I decided to look for something else. But just so you know, I may be ordinary down here, but up there…I was a star.”

The Hydes nodded at him with tight lipped smiles.

“What?” Eric asked.

All they could see was Eric’s rainbow shorts and his radio headphones. They looked at each other and started laughing uncontrollably.

“What?! What’s so funny?”

“You know what, I’m going to go and watch a really sad movie,” Y/n said, getting up. “I’ll be right back.”

She left the basement, giggling to herself.

“And I’m just going to sit here and laugh at you…Rainbow,” Hyde said and kicked his feet up with amusement.

Thanksgiving

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Y/n announced as she entered the kitchen. “When’s the turkey going to be ready?”

“Happy Thanksgiving, dear,” Kitty said, cooking the deviled eggs. “Turkey won’t be ready until later this afternoon, but it won't be on your menu.”

“What? Why?!”

“Because it’s poultry,” her mother answered. “It may not be good for the babies.”

“But if it’s cooked thoroughly, she should be fine, right?” Hyde asked from the kitchen table, sipping his coffee.

“Yes, but let’s not risk it,” Kitty answered.

“Mom, that’s not fair!”

“And it’s not fair that I’m becoming a young grandma, but here we are!”

“Kitty, you’re not going to be a young grandma,” Red said from behind his newspaper. “You’re already 5—”

“Don’t you freaking dare!” Kitty snapped, pointing a finger at him.

“Come on, Mom, don’t do this to me,” Y/n whined dramatically. “I need it. Please, let me have some meat.”

“Now, why does that sound familiar?” Hyde asked, scratching his head. His lips curled in a devious grin. “Oh, right.”

Red slammed down the paper onto the table. “Make one more joke involving my daughter and I will put my foot in your ass.”

Hyde put his hands up in surrender, but not before he caught a glimpse of Eric’s horrid face and smirked. His smile dropped when he caught Y/n’s glare.

She turned sharply back to her mother who was taking the eggs out of the boiling water. “Please, Mom?” She rubbed her growing belly. “Are you going to deny your grandchildren food that they want?”

Kitty gave her a hard stare with her hand on her hip. “That ain’t gonna work on me, missy. You think you’re the first pregnant woman I’ve worked with?”

“But this is different, we’re related!”

“No, Y/n. You need to be mindful what you put in your body for the next few months.”

“How bout a little bit?” she asked, pouting.

Kitty stared at her and sighed. “Well…I guess a little wouldn’t hurt.”

Y/n beamed. “Just a little, that’s all I ask.”

Hyde choked on his coffee from laughter. “Y/n, you’re killing me here,” he said out and stood from his seat. “I’m going to go downstairs before I say anything I probably shouldn’t.”

“I think that’d be best,” Red said darkly as Hyde scurried down to the basement. After he disappeared down the stairs, Red’s hard stare made its way back to Y/n. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe you’re married to him and having his children.”

--Time Skip—

No one else was in the basement except for Y/n and Hyde. Taking the time they had alone, she was sat in his lap while in his usual chair, devouring his lips. His hand was entangled in her hair, cradling the back of her head while her left hand cupped his neck. The only sound in the room that could be heard was their heavy breathing.

They were so lost in their make-out session that they didn’t even bother to pull away when the basement door opened.

“Oh, come on!” Eric shouted as he entered the room. Y/n pulled her mouth away from her husband’s as they both gave him a dazed look; lips swollen and eyes half closed. “Can’t I walk into one freaking room without worrying I might walk in on you two?!”

“Yeah, it’s very concerning,” Fez said as all the friends piled into the room and made their way to their seats.

Y/n scoffed and wiped her mouth. “So, what brings you all by? Besides the food that my mom is cooking.”

“That’s basically it,” Kelso said. “I had Thanksgiving with Brooke and the baby last night so that I can watch Fez get drunk and put on the dress.”

“Yeah? Well, jokes on you because I’m going to put on the dress before I get drunk!” Fez said.

“Yeah? What about you two?” Y/n asked, eyeing Jackie and Donna.

“Well, my dad is coming over anyway,” Donna responded. “So, I figured I’d beat him here.”

“And my mom doesn’t know how to cook,” Jackie said bluntly. “It would just be a day of booze and Frank Sinatra.”

“Frank Sinatra?” Hyde questioned.

“Yeah, my mom is like, in love with him, or something.”

Hyde nodded his head in approval.

“I’d hate to change the subject, but I got something even better than Frank Sinatra tonight!” Eric exclaimed excited. “Do you know what tonight is?”

Everyone looked at him in confusion. He had put a record on the stereo and music started blasting from it. As the music started, he started singing along with the lyrics.

“Welcome to the grand illusion,

Come on in and see what’s happening.

Pay the price, get your tickets for the show!”

“Is that Styx?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah! And they’re having a show tonight!” Eric answered excitedly, lowering the music slightly. “If we can go get in line now we’ll be able to have front rows to them shaking their sweaty hair onto teenage girls!”

“Oh, goody,” his sister responded, making a face.

“Oh, come on sis, I thought you liked Styx.”

“Yeah…when I was like, twelve.”

“I think they still got it,” he said and turned to the rest of the group. “Anyone want to join me tonight?”

“Forman, even if I wanted to go to the concert, which would mean I was born without ears, I can’t. My dad wants me and Angie to open the store at midnight tonight,” Hyde said.

“Wait, you’re not going to be here tonight?” Y/n pouted.

He rubbed her back comfortingly. “Only for a few hours.”

“Well, then I can come with you.”

He nodded. “Okay, just don’t work too hard.”

"I can still move around, hon," she scoffed. "I'm not that big yet.”

“Yeah, let her come, hon,” Eric said, mocking his brother-in-law.

“Dude, you’re so whipped!” Kelso laughed.

“Maybe,” Hyde said calmly and shrugged. “But I’m the one having sex every night, so who’s the real winner here?”

Kelso sighed; shoulders slumped in defeat. “You,” he grumbled and got up to grab a popsicle, head hung down in shame.

“So, Styx?” Eric asked the group, completely ignoring Hyde’s comment. “Anyone else? Kelso? Fez? Donna?”

“Eric, I work in radio. I’d can’t be seen at a Styx concert,” Donna replied as if it was obvious.

“In my country we have a saying,” Fez said. “Eck, Styx.”

“Kelso?” Eric asked hopeful.

“I’d rather not,” he responded bluntly.

“Fine, then I’ll just go by myself,” he said disappointed.

“Hey, Hyde,” Kelso piped up. “You need an extra set of hands tonight?”

“Yeah. The more the better,” he responded.

“And Angie will be there?” he asked, slowly, eyeing his best friend.

“Well, she’s co-manager, so yeah, she’ll be there.”

“Then I’ll definitely be there,” Kelso said with a dumb smile on his face. “Man, Angie’s so pretty. She makes me want to paint her on a canvas and capture her beauty. Oh, and if she’s naked.”

“Kelso, if you try anything with my sister, I swear I’m going to hit you so hard that I’ll knock you smart,” Hyde threatened.

“Yeah, it would truly be the worst thing, wouldn’t it?” Eric deadpanned, giving Hyde the most annoyed look he could muster.

“Yeah, but this is different,” Hyde defended. “Kelso is just going to sleep with her and then make it weird. I don’t need that right now.”

“And if does…karma’s a bitch,” Eric said, smirking.

--Time Skip—

“Alright, everybody, this turkey is ready,” Kitty called out as she placed the bird in the middle of the dining table. As she sat down, she saw Red, Elena, Steven, Donna, Bob, Jackie, Kelso and Fez, but two people were missing.

“What are you doing here?” Red asked Fez, annoyed. “Don’t you have your family to do this with?”

“My stupid foster parents are out serving to the needy and hungry tonight,” Fez answered. “Even though I’m the needy and hungry one but I’m the ‘selfish’ and ‘self centered’ one.”

Red didn’t respond but stare at him with confusion and dropped it.

“So, has anyone heard from Laurie since she moved to L.A?” Kitty asked as she placed her napkin in her lap.

“Yeah, said her porn career is starting off nicely,” Y/n replied sarcastically.

“Y/n,” Red said sternly. “What have I told you about calling your sister a porn star?”

“That it’s offensive to porn stars?”

“Y/n.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she said somberly. “She does it for free anyway.”

“Nice,” Hyde chuckled, high fiving his wife.

“And Eric?” Kitty asked, ignoring her daughter’s comments.

“He went to go stand in line for the Styx tickets.”

“But it’s Thanksgiving!”

“I know, but he apparently thought getting those tickets were more important,” Y/n answered.

“Oh, well, since our children except Y/n couldn’t be bothered to be here, let’s just go ahead and start eating,” Kitty said, disappointed laced in her voice. “Red, care to say grace?”

“Oh, come on Kitty, you know I don’t say grace,” Red complained.

“Say the prayer, Red,” Kitty spit.

“Uh, okay,” Red stuttered and laced his fingers together and closed his eyes. “Lord, thank you for, uh, everything and giving us…this big turkey. For beer and, erm…my family?” He lifted his eyes to see his wife giving him a look A ‘are you serious?’ look. “Oh, you know what? Good food, good drinks, good God, let’s eat! Amen.” As he opened his eyes, he suddenly thought of one more thing. “Oh! And go Packers! Please have them play their way into the Superbowl.”

“That was…very nice, Red,” Kitty groaned as everyone looked at each other with amused looks.

“Yeah…well,” Red said, adjusting his napkin on his lap. “That’s what you get for making me say grace.”

“If you really want someone to mess up grace next time, you should ask Steven,” Y/n joked, causing him to freeze while loading up his plate with sweet potatoes.

“Yeah, if you want hellfire to rain down on us,” he retorted and plopped some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“You’re funny,” Y/n chortled as their friends giggled.

“Alright, everyone, who wants white meat and who wants dark meat?” Red asked, ready to carve the turkey.

“Well, everyone wants dark meat,” Fez piped up with a smirk on his face. “Am I right, ladies?”

“Yeah, I’ll take a mix of both,” Steven said. “Like me.”

“Clever,” Y/n quipped at both men.

"I'll take dark," Bob said. "Do you guys have pecan pie? I turned down another offer and they had pecan pie."

"We got pecan, apple, and pumpkin," Kitty answered proudly.

Bob smiled. "I'm glad I wore my sweat pants today!"

The front door slammed open, revealing an angry Eric.

“Well, there he is!” Kitty cheered and watched him plop down at the extra seating next to Donna. “You finally saw that spending Thanksgiving with your mother is so much more important than some silly concert after all, huh?”

“No,” he grumbled and grabbed the bowl of potatoes. “Nobody else bought the tickets and ended up cancelling the show.”

“Oh, well then,” Kitty said, shrugging as if it didn’t slightly hurt her feelings.

“Quit being a damn baby and be happy that you’re here,” Red scolded.

“You can’t force me to be happy,” Eric said.

“Oh, you will be after I put my foot in your ass!”

“Can we please go one holiday without you threatening to put your foot in other people’s rear ends?” Kitty asked, annoyed.

“But then it wouldn’t feel like Thanksgiving,” Y/n said. “It’s tradition.”

“Can it,” Kitty snapped.

Y/n made a ‘yikes’ face and put her hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”

“All I’m saying is that I could be there seeing one of the best bands of all time instead of being here.”

“Wow. Harsh, dude,” Y/n muttered to her brother.

Donna kicked Eric under the table.

“Ow! What the hell, Donna?”

“You know what?” Kitty said, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. “Why don’t we go around saying what we’re thankful for? Hmm? Y/n, you want to start?”

“Uhm…” she stalled with a mouthful of turkey. “I’m thankful for food.” She chuckled uncomfortably. “And for Steven.” He gave her a small side smile. “And for my family and friends and our unborn babies.”

“Awe, that’s sweet,” Kitty said, giving her daughter’s hand a tap. “Steven?”

“Uh…what she said,” he responded, putting a mouthful of potatoes in his mouth.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

“Okay, fine, um…” he said. “I’m thankful for everyone, and my dad giving me a store.” He nodded uncomfortably.

“That’s nice, Steven,” Kitty responded and looked to her husband. “Red?”

“You already know what I’m thankful for,” he said roughly. “I don’t need to say it out loud.”

Kitty looked at her husband annoyed and looked to Donna. “Your turn, dear.”

“Well, I’m thankful for everyone, for Eric, for my job at the radio station, and definitely thankful for feminism,” she said proudly.

Everyone around the table agreed that was nice before turning to Eric.

“Eric? What about you?”

He sighed heavily. “I’d be more thankful if I was at the Styx concert.”

“Alright, fine,” Kitty said and threw down her napkin. “Do whatever you want. Thanksgiving is ruined!” She stormed off into the kitchen to grab some wine.

“Oh, Kitty, wait!” Red called out and glared at Eric. “You couldn’t say something nice for your mother, could you?”

“What do I say if I don’t?” he asked bitterly.

“Then you lie!” Red bellowed. “Like a real man!”

“Uh, I don’t think—” Jackie started, but was cut off by Kitty.

“Red, where’s the bourbon?!”

“Ah, crap,” he muttered. “She only gets the strong stuff when she’s really upset.” He glared at his son. “Way to go. Dumbass.”

Eric stared at Y/n as if she’d come to his defense. She put her hands up in surrender, shaking her hands.

“You’re on your own.”

--Later that day—

“Steven, I’m hungry,” Y/n pouted as they were moving boxes around in the new store.

“We just ate about an hour ago,” he grunted as he moved a particular heavy box.

“What’s your point?” she sassed and set a box of records on a stack of other boxes. “I want pizza.”

Hyde sighed and wiped some sweat from his brow. “What kind?”

“Pineapple?” she grinned at him.

He made a face at her. “How bout something that we’d all want?”

“The babies want pineapple!”

“…I’ll order two pizzas.”

As Hyde walked away to order the pizza, Fez stepped forward. “So, how long are you going to be using the babies to get what you want?”

“As long as I need to,” Y/n responded, smirking. “I love when he does things for me.”

“For you or to you?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/n’s smirk deepened. “Yes,” she said sultry and flipped her hair, walking away.

“Damn,” Fez muttered under his breath.

“What?” Kelso asked, coming up behind him.

“If only I’d jumped on that sooner,” Fez responded, shaking his head. “Hyde is one lucky S.O.B.”

“You’re just horny because Nina broke up with you.”

“So horny,” Fez whined and walked away to sulk.

Kelso scoffed after his friend and walked over to move some more boxes to make room for them to sit. Looking over her shoulder, Donna saw him shove something under his jacket. She stomped over to him and ripped open his jacket.

“Styx, Kelso? Really?”

“Okay, fine, I like Styx, okay? And I don’t care if anybody knows that,” he responded, but then his eyes widened slightly. “That’s not true. Don’t tell anybody.”

She huffed out a chuckle and placed the record back in his hand. “Whatever,” she said and walked away.

Thirty minutes later, the pizza had arrived. As everyone sat around in a circle eating their pizzas, Angie walked in through the front door.

“What are you guys doing?” she asked.

“Eating pizza,” Y/n responded with the obvious.

“I can see that,” she snarked. “What I mean is, why aren’t you setting up the store?”

“Relax, man, we’ll take care of it,” Hyde said.

“No, we don’t. We need to unload the records into the bins,” she replied and looked around the store to see no bins in sight. She grabbed the clipboard that was nearby and looked through the papers, wide eyed. “Oh, my God. I forgot to order the bins. We have no bins!” Her dark eyes filled with tears. “No bins,” she croaked.

“Alright, take it easy,” her brother said, standing. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Like what? It’s too late to get anything else!”

“Well…how bout milk crates?” Jackie suggested.

“Yeah, sounds great, but where are we going to get, like, fifty crates?” Angie asked.

A light bulb went off in Hyde’s head. “I think I have an idea.”

Meanwhile…

“How could you think it was okay to miss Thanksgiving?” Kitty asked as she stood behind the green chair where Red sat. Eric sat adjustment from them on the couch, hunched forward. “You might as well have ripped my heart out and dipped it in my delicious giblet gravy!”

“It’s not just Thanksgiving,” Red said. “You used to have goals and ambitions. But now, one week you’re chasing butterflies and then the next, you’re skating around the neighborhood dressed like Liberace.”

“Did it ever occur to you guys that I have no idea what I’m doing?” Eric argued. “I’m scared, okay?”

“Of what, honey?” Kitty asked. “We got rid of that spooky lamp from your room.”

He shook his head. “Look, my whole life, I’ve done nothing but to try and please other people. So, I don’t feel like I know who I am or what I want to do with my life.”

“You need a government job. Like a mailman,” Red said bluntly. “Something simple and repetitive.”

“No, no, no. You know he doesn’t do well in snow,” Kitty said and tapped her husband’s shoulder. “What about this? Margie told me her son is a chiropractor and she seems very happy.”

“You don’t get it. I don’t want to wake up in five years and hate my life,” Eric said.

“That’s unavoidable!” Red said, refusing to listen to Eric’s side.

“I just need more time to think.”

“You know what I got for my 18th birthday?” Red said. “A draft notice and a malaria vaccine. I didn’t have time to think.”

“Yeah, but Dad, wouldn’t it been helpful if you did?” Eric asked, bringing silence from his father.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” Red said gently. “I’ll give you six months to figure it out. But if you haven’t picked anything by then, you’ll do that chiropractic thing your mother said,” he said, pointing his thumb at her.

“But…I don’t even know what that is.”

“Oh, honey, it’s really simple. It’s like a doctor, but you don’t have to be smart,” Kitty responded.

--Scene Transition—

“How are we supposed to get those milk crates from him?” Y/n whispered as they watched the stocky milkman stack the crates from his truck. “We’d have to distract him or something.”

“Okay, who’s going to do it?” Jackie asked. “And don’t even think about volunteering me.”

It was quiet before Y/n stepped forward. “I’ll do it. Jackie, give me your lipstick.”

“What? No,” Hyde said, putting his arm in front of her. “I don’t feel comfortable you doing that."

"Oh, come on, it's not like I’m going to kiss him or anything.”

“Y/n, no offense, but I don’t think he’s going to want to get hit on by a pregnant teenager,” Donna said and smoothed out her jacket. “I’ll do it. Jackie, give me your lipstick.”

“Okay, but you chose a really weird time to get into makeup,” she responded and brought out her red lipstick from her purse.

“No, wait, I can do this!” Y/n argued. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“No, you’re married. To me,” Hyde reminded her. “I don’t like the idea of some guy making goo-goo eyes at you.”

“It’s not like I’m going to reciprocate,” she protested. “Look, I’ll just make him turn the other way so you guys can get the crates, that’s all.”

“No, Y/n.”

“Look, do you want them or not?!”

“Look, she can help me distract him,” Donna said. “He can make goo-goo eyes at me and she can help signal you.”

Hyde huffed and looked between the man and Y/n. “Fine. But no touching!”

“Fine,” Y/n mocked him.

“Fine,” he said and made a face at her at which she mirrored the same expression back at him.

“Real mature,” Jackie remarked.

“Just…stay behind to help,” Y/n said and walked towards the man with Donna. She swayed her hips to the side as she strode up to him.

“Hey handsome,” she greeted. He turned to look at the two pretty girls standing before him. “That’s a lotta milk crates you got there.”

“Ugh, I hate this,” Hyde complained, arms crossed with a scowl across his face as he watched Y/n and Donna flirt with the plump, shy man.

“Awe, well think of it this way buddy,” Fez said, clapping a hand on his back. “At least you’ll get free milk from now on.”

Jackie and Kelso couldn’t help but chuckle as Hyde glared at Fez. That didn’t stop Fez from laughing at his own joke, though. But it did make him step behind Jackie for protection as his laughter died down.

“You have a lot of crates to deliver,” Y/n continued. “You work so hard, don’t you?”

The man chuckled shyly and lifted his shoulders. “I guess, yeah.”

“That’s so awesome,” Donna said, smiling widely. “You must have all the ladies just want to rub those shoulders after a hard day’s work.” She lightly touched his shoulders, rubbing them a little.

“Not really,” he answered, happy that not one, but two beautiful girls were talking to him.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Y/n purred.

“Oh, God,” Hyde gagged.

“D-Doug,” he stuttered and chuckled uncomfortably.

Donna ran a hand down his arm. She gave it a quick squeeze.

“Wow, you are so strong!” she said. “This job probably helps out a lot with that, huh?”

Doug blushed and looked down at his feet. “Kinda.”

Donna and Y/n giggled as they turned his back to the group.

“You’re so cute,” Donna said. “Awe, come here, you!” She grabbed his shoulders and wrapped him in a tight hug. Y/n came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Donna and Y/n turned and made eye contact with everyone. Y/n motioned with a hand for everyone to quickly start grabbing the crates.

“Wow, this has never happened before,” Doug said, smiling proudly.

The group wasn’t very sly though as they started to make a ruckus with the crates; bumping and slamming the crates against each other as they threw some into the back of their respective vehicles.

Doug heard the noise and turned to look. Donna, in her panic, grabbed his face and slammed her lips against his. Y/n backed off with eyes wide as saucers and turned back to look at the group who wore the same expression.

Y/n was quick to snap out of it as she hurried over to them and stacked the crates into the bed of the camino.

After everyone was finished, Donna pulled away from a dazed Doug. She fist bumped his shoulder with her lips pressed into a thin line. “Nice to meet ya, Doug. I’ll see you around.”

He nodded, speechless and watched her walk away and around the corner. Once he was out of sight, Donna hoped into the vista cruiser with Y/n and Jackie and shivered.

“I can’t believe I kissed him!”

--Time Skip—

After everything was set up in the store, W.B had come by the store to drop off the keys to Steven and Angie. He was curious about the unfamiliar bins, but Steven swooped in and saved Angie from being chewed out.

“That was really nice of you,” she said, feeling relieved once W.B had walked away.

“I do that a lot, but people always seem so surprised,” he answered, but then smirked. “But it’s gonna cost ya. The smoke detectors come off and I get a little thing called a five day weekend.”

Angie turned to Y/n who was standing by Steven. “I’m sorry about before. Can we start over?”

Y/n shrugged, nodding. “I’d like that. There’s no use in fighting anyway. You’re going to be my children’s aunt after all.”

She smiled. “I would like to be there for them.”

“Good. I’d like that too.” Y/n placed her a hand on her growing belly. “And I think they will too.”

The next evening, everyone was hanging out in the basement, talking with music playing from the speakers.

“Have you guys thought about names, yet?” Donna asked.

Y/n’s lips went downward and looked at Steven. “No, actually. We should probably start thinking about that.”

“What were you thinking?” he asked her.

“You’re thinking ‘Jackie’!” Jackie exclaimed. “And then I can be her favorite aunt because she’d be named after the most beautiful girl ever.”

“No,” Steven said shortly.

“If it’s a boy, you should name him Michael,” Kelso said.

“Again, no,” Y/n said this time.

“Why not?!” he pouted.

“Because Fez is better!” Fez said.

“NO,” the couple said in unison.

“So, you’re going to name your babies some stupid name. I get it,” Jackie grumbled.

“We haven’t even thought about it yet!” Y/n exclaimed. “I am only 9 weeks.”

“Yeah, guys give them some space,” Eric said. “Whatever name they decide it will be great for their beautiful babies.”

“We’re not giving them your name either,” Y/n said flatly.

“Damn it,” Eric grumbled.

“Are you guys going to want to know the sex?” Donna asked.

“Donna, that is so gross for them to ask their kids when they start doing it!” Kelso chided.

“The sex of the babies, you nimrod,” Donna said, chuckling.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I don’t know. Do you want to know, Steven?”

He shrugged. “It’s up to you. What do you wanna do?”

She thought about it for a minute. “I think I want to be surprised.”

“Then we’ll go with that,” he responded, looking up at her from his lap. She gave him a crinkled smile before running her hand through his fro.

“Man, sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re married and about to become parents,” Kelso said. “And then I look at my daughter. We’re growing up, man!”

“Yeah,” Fez said with a distant look. “Can you imagine if Zack hadn’t dumped you that night? I wonder if you guys would still be together.”

“Why do you say that?” Y/n asked. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, because you know…you were so in love with Zack,” Jackie said.

“Or so I thought, but that relationship wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” she responded. “He was an immature, arrogant, piece of crap. And that’s if he hadn’t cheated on me. Trust me, what I felt for Zack isn’t the same I feel for Steven.”

Hyde rubbed her back and tightened his grip around her waist. He would never say it out loud, but he secretly loved it when she would remind everyone how much she loved him.

“Yeah, but it’s crazy to think that if he hadn’t done what he did to you that night, you and Steven probably wouldn’t have gotten together,” Donna pointed out.

“You really think so?” Y/n asked, curiously. Thinking about an alternate path than the one she was on now did intrigue her, but it didn’t change how she had felt about Steven, even when she didn’t know it yet.

“Well, yeah,” Jackie said. “It’s like Zack awoke your love for him or something. That is so cute!”

“Or, he ran her into his arms making him the rebound,” Eric said under his breath and off-handedly.

“What?” Steven spit, eyeballing him.

“What?” Y/n asked bewildered.

“What?” Eric repeated, eyes wide and regretting now opening his mouth.

The room suddenly went deathly still. Jackie’s eyes widened as her gaze flit between the couple and Eric. Kelso’s mouth hung slightly open anticipating the biggest blowout since Eric found out about them. Fez sat there, frozen and with a popsicle halfway in his mouth. The ice from it burned his mouth, but he was afraid he was going to miss what was about to come. Donna sat there, appalled at her boyfriend, for once again, not shutting the hell up.

“How can you say that?!” Y/n asked.

“Oh, well…come on, Y/n!” He stuttered at first, but now he was at the point of no return. “Isn’t it a little convenient that you and Hyde got together on the most vulnerable night of your life? You were heartbroken, humiliated, and covered in goo. Zack dumped you and that same night you slept with Hyde! Are you going to sit there and have me think that you suddenly had feelings for him?”

“That’s not true!” Y/n shouted, standing from Hyde’s lap.

“Eric, shut. Up,” Donna said through her teeth.

Eric ignored her. “If it weren’t true, why are you getting so defensive?”

Y/n spluttered on her words, her brain running a million miles a minute. “Because what you’re saying is outrageous! How could you think I’d do that to Steven?”

“Why don’t you tell everyone who you originally wanted to hook up with?” he dared.

“Y/n, what’s he talking about?” Hyde asked and slowly stood to stand behind her.

Her heart rate picked up speed, sweat coating her palms. “What are you talking about Eric?” She struggled to keep her voice level.

“Eric. Stop. Talking,” Donna said a little bit louder this time.

“Y/n, what does he mean by that?” Hyde asked, a little bit more aggressive this time.

“Nothing,” she said shortly, eyes burning into Eric’s.

“Y/n.”

She broke away from his challenged glare and slowly turned to look at her husband. The man that she truly loved. But now her past was coming to bite her in the ass.

“Okay,” she started, smoothing her hair back before placing her hands gently on his biceps. “Remember: I was very vulnerable and stupid and naïve. And I love you so very much.”

His stomach twisted into knots when her demeanor changed.

“Spit it out, Y/n,” he said.

“That night when I came home from the party, I was wanting... to see...Kelso.”

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Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here.

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield…

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over.

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes...

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up…

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory.

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!!

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night…

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully…

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

#you say athena mc is smart #i say athena mc is spy #because where better to use your smarts #in war #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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Random Untamed Alchemist Thoughts: Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng being Brothers™ Edition

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“WEI WUXIAN, YOU IDIOT!” A voice bellows down the streets of Central.

A tourist startles, blinks, and then gulps at the sound of crumbling architecture.

A passing local sighs and walks over, patting them comfortingly on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry. That just means it’s Tuesday.”

In-jokes. So many in-jokes. And the problem is because Jiang Cheng can’t really do subtle body language anymore, all their in-jokes are word related, which is fine until Nie Mingjue is in the middle of a debrief and the two start giggling because he said the word “calculate.”

Nie Mingjue wonders if that’s what young people find funny these days. He worries about his brother becoming a teenager.

Wei Wuxian, 3am: Hey, Jiang Cheng?

Jiang Cheng: Hm?

Wei Wuxian: Where do babies come from?

Jiang Cheng: .....you’ve gotta be kidding me.

It’s not an uncommon sight to see them tucked away in a corner of a train, Wei Wuxian with his tongue sticking out as he carefully paints along the back of Jiang Cheng’s arm. Jiang Cheng watches him silently. They are in their own little world.

A mistake with a room booking accidentally names Wei Wuxian the untrained alchemist. Jiang Cheng makes it his life mission to use it at every possible opportunity.

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng both believe Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji are unnatural. No brothers should get along as well as they do - It’s strange! Stop being so nice to each other!

Unfortunately, for their entire childhood the Lans are the only other pair of siblings they know (their village is small, okay!), so they spend years second-guessing themselves, asking are we the weird ones? Should we not bicker as much as we do? Oh no, do we get a bad grade in Sibling? Not helped by their brilliant, sweet, gentle sister, who’s existence just adds fuel to the confused fire.

It’s only when they go to Central that they realise that, hey, we were right! The Lans are the odd ducks!

The Lans receive a postcard detailing how Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng watched two kid brothers wrestling in the street with great interest, signed off with a TOLD YOU SO!

The Lans are bewildered.

Wei Wuxian, 4am, the same night: But...People say it’s to do with stalks! And they must be involved because it’s called the birds and the bees, right?

Jiang Cheng: I’m going to knock you out in a minute.

They are both masters of deflection, to a fault. Unlike Ed and Al, who, while it hurts, will open up and have raw emotional conversations, both together and with other people, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng...are not like that.

Wei Wuxian deflects with humour, pouting, and whining, doing basically anything which will slide attention away from what is his biggest regret in life, and the thing that causes him an insane amount of guilt. I’ve mentioned before that he ignores his own trauma, stating that Jiang Cheng has suffered worse, and he will very literally bury all his unhappy emotions and plaster a smile on his face.

The mask does crumble, occasionally. Often it’s behind Jiang Cheng’s back, when no one can see him. Think this scene in fma brotherhood (spoilers and animated blood/gore/body horror - skip to 0:12 to miss it), only Wei Wuxian keeps up the act instead of crumbling like Ed and Al.

Jiang Cheng keeps up the act too, only his act is different.

He gets angry. He huffs and scoffs and grits his figurative teeth about anything and everything. His front is a facade of grumpiness wrapped up in a spiky tin can. And because he doesn’t have an expressive face, it’s so easy for him to push forward this confident image of someone who will break people’s legs if they get on his nerves.

And, to be fair, he has always had a temper, he has always rolled his eyes and grumbled about his brother’s antics. This isn’t out of left field. But what people, minus Wei Wuxian and the Lans, don’t realise is that behind all that he is shy, and awkward, and insecure as hell. He doesn’t know what he’s meant to do with this body - does he get excited about getting his proper one back? That just hurts Wei Wuxian. Does he accept it and own it? But that just makes him scary and then people never talk to him like a human. He’s confused, and lost, and doesn’t dare ask his brother for fear of making him spiral in his own guilt, so Jiang Cheng just sort of exists and hates it and lets his gruffness do the talking for him.

They’re both a mess.

The fact that they are not blood brothers has never mattered in any way, except for one vital moment.

The moment they tried to bring their sister back.

They don’t share DNA. They don’t share genetics. When they were placing the ingredients into the centre of their transmutation circle, they’d only used Jiang Cheng’s blood, in case they accidentally started pulling Wei Wuxian’s dead family back.

Then they failed, and Jiang Cheng was taken, and Wei Wuxian had to fuse his brother to a suit of armour, without any way of knowing if his blood, his different, non-related blood, would work.

He has never told Jiang Cheng this. But when he fused Jiang Cheng’s soul to the armour, he was doing so blind and running on pure adrenaline. He got lucky, the fact that they aren’t related didn’t matter, only the seal and the exchange did, but there have been many nights, usually when Wei Wuxian is alone, where he’s stared at the ceiling and wondered, what if my blood hadn’t worked? What if nothing happened? What if I lost Jiang Cheng, too?

Jiang Cheng works very, very, very hard not to resent his brother.

It’s something he never voices aloud to anyone, but there is a small line of jealousy that fractures through him, whenever he sees him eating nice food, or holding their nephew, or stroking Lan Sizhui’s pet bunny. He wants, so badly, to be able to feel and taste and smell things again. And Wei Wuxian is not a subtle person, when he finds something amazing he puts his whole body into its praise.

Jiang Cheng is always at his moodiest on the days when he wants.

Jiang Cheng, on the phone to Lan Xichen: Hey, so, random thing.

Lan Xichen, having pulled an all-nighter to finish automail, very tired, would like to sleep please, why are you ringing me at 6am?: Yes?

Jiang Cheng: Wei Wuxian, because he’s a dumbass, asked me where babies came from. And of course I know, why wouldn’t I? Everyone does! Haha! But for the sake of, like, explaining it clearly to him, my stupid brother, how would you explain where babies come from?

Lan Xichen: .....I have discovered the reason why people drink.

#the untamed #cql #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood #fma #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #nie mingjue #lan xichen #untamed alchemist #written in stone

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[𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘] (001)

Jujutsu Kaisen x Male reader

Warning: Mentions of su!cide, gore, violence, and strong themes

"𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣, 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨."

A smooth honey like voice dripped with interest of the vessel that stood before him. The male's eyes casted down before traveling back up the first year's torso. He licked his lip at the sight with a smirk.

"Oya? Oya? N/n-Chan where did you come from? You were supposed to be in Hyogo." A blindfolded sensei questioned. N/n, or better known as M/n sent a small wave at his underclassmen, who gaped at both his sensei and senpai with wide eyes. "Oh the other second-years would love this." M/n took out his phone and and started taking an array of photos of Megumi.

"Anyways, I was, heard there was a SGP (special grade problem) going on. Thought I'd check it out. You too?" He lazily draped himself against the older. "The elders complained about putting my abilities to good use." Gojo chuckled remembering the annoying email from the secretary. "Anyways, who's this?" "Yuji Itadori sir!" The pinkette quickly bowed. A hearty laugh bubbled in M/n's throat at the formal honorific. "Get up no need for that, cause a nice senpai like me cares for underclassman." The male proudly pointed to himself.

"M/n L/n. Say where is the cursed object anyways?" Itadori sweat dropped. "Well I ate it." "Damn the kid has balls." M/n bluntly stated making a certain raven haired sorcerer flustered at the vulgar statement. "So how's Sukuna, or whatever his face is?" The (e/c) orbs analyzed Itadori looking for any sign of the curse. "He's annoying, he keeps on talking." Tapping his head with his palm signaling the telepathic link. "10 seconds."

"Huh?" "Come on back after 10 seconds." Gojo reiterated. "I dunno about this." "Don't worry I'm the strongest." M/n playfully rolling his eyes. "And if it gets out of hand, I'm stronger." "Megumi, hold onto this will ya." Gojo tossed a paper bag towards him. "Can you also hold onto this? It's killing my back." The second-year threw a heavy duffel bag Fushiguro's way, almost knocking him out. "What's this?" Megumi's eyes lingered on the white bag. "Kikufuku Mochi." His eyebrow twitched at the information. 'He was buying souvenirs, while people were dying?!'

"Aww Megumi they're not souvenirs. They're for the bullet train back." Sukuna was suddenly in the air about to pounce on the 'unsuspecting' male. "Behind you!" Fushiguro yelled worriedly. Gojo dodged getting close to the curse's ear. "Two of my students are watching so, I hope you don't mind me showing off." He turned sending a blow towards Sukuna's back, making him stumble. 'He's unbelievably fast. Not only that-.'

"It doesn't matter what era it is, you guys are always a pain you stupid Jujutsu sorcerer! He dryly laughed. "But that doesn't matter to me." With a flick of his wrist chunks of concrete flew towards Gojo. Who when the dust cleared stood unscathed holding the rubble as nothing. "Should be about time." M/n clicked his tongue, while filing his nails next to Fushiguro. The markings on Itadori's body disappearing. "What a surprise! You can control it!" He yelled. "He's kind of annoying though." Itadori repeated.

"It's a miracle that's the only side effect." With that, the older tapped his head knocking the first-year out. "Aww booooo I was looking forward to annoying Sasuki more." The M/n whined like a toddler throwing away his file. "What did you do?" Fushiguro asked ignoring his senpai. "He's knocked out." Gojo stated holding onto the passed out male. "I though you were smarter then that Megumiii." The two once again ignored the manic (h/c-ette). "If he wakes up and isn't possessed...he might have potential as a vessel." He reasoned. "Quick question what do I do with him?" M/n sweat dropped. "Even if he has potential, under Jujutsu regulations he must be executed..." He drawled off. "But I don't want to let him die!" Fushiguro finished with a determined look.

"Is that a personal opinion?" M/n playfully teased. "Yes, a personal opinion. Please do something about it." "Hmm a precious student's request." Gojo scratched his chin in 'thought'. "Leave it to me, and your senpai!" He exclaimed. "So with that, let me reiterate...you're gonna be executed." The blindfolded teacher waved his hands around in finger guns. "This story doesn't make sense so far." Itadori grumbled. "Hey, Man, I tried. An execution is an execution, but I managed to suspend the sentencing."

"A suspended sentencing? So it's on hold now?" The pinkette questioned. "Yup. Let me explain from the top." Gojo went to grab something out of his pocket realizing it was gone. "Looking for this?" M/n's form came out of the shadows, holding up the shriveled appendage. "This look familiar?" Itadori raised a brow. "Another finger?" "Ding ding ding. You want a cookie or something?" M/n leaned on his sensei's shoulder aggravating him even more. "Its the same cursed object you so voluntarily consumed. There's 20 total, we're in possession of six." "Twenty? Oh, including both arms and legs." Nodding his head in understanding. "Wrong, Sukuna has four arms." M/n stated nonchalantly tossing the finger up for Gojo to blast towards the wall creating a small crater like hole. The finger looked unscathed. "As you can see, you can't destroy it. It's that powerful of a curse.

With every passing day it gets even stronger." The (h/c-ette) moved from his place wandering behind Itadori, the hot breath on his neck made himself shutter. "That's where you come in. You die, the curse in you dies as well." M/n moved back rocking back on his heels. "The Elders have a stick up their ass and wanted to kill you right away. My dear Gojo and I thought it be a waste for a pretty face like you to offed yet."

A small pink flush dusted against Itadori's cheeks. "There's no guarantee that another vessel able of controlling of Sukuna will ever come around again. So... our proposal was, "if we're gonna kill him, why not after he takes in the rest of Sukuna". Killing two birds with one stone really. Your two choices right now are either to die now or wait to find the rest of Sukuna and die then." An intimidating aura surrounding M/n.

The next day

"Who died?" M/n asked picking at his nails, feeling oddly uncomfortable around the place heavy with death and sadness. "My Grandpa,he was more of a dad I guess though." Itadori hung his head. "I see, sorry to bother you at a time like this." Gojo apologized sitting himself next to the male. "Are there a lot of casualties with curses like this?"

"This is a pretty uncommon circumstance...But if you're talking about potential damage, yes." In the corner of Gojo's eyes he could see M/n's hand start to tremor. "...Let's just say, you're lucky to die normally after an encounter with a curse. Finding a body torn in two is still a light death compared to the others..." M/n stare burned into the bench a few feet in front of them. Walking off as flashes of blood painting the walls continued replaying in his head. "What's wrong with him?" Itadori asked looking off towards where the male went off to. "Not many things are known about M/n. Supposedly during a special grade case, they had found a witness around the age of 7 standing in the middle of what was assumed his family. The report was hard to read not much about the kid except the crazed look in his eyes and the astronomical amounts of cursed energy spilling from his body.

The case was left unfinished because they couldn't understand what exactly happened. The one account from the boy saying that it was a monster who killed his family. Of course when they checked there wasn't a sign of a curse. The elders shut the case down and took in the kid in, fear of his powers haunting them. From what I know, he was taught by the principal himself how to control his cursed abilities. When I was in my last year, I heard about an incident including the boy with a special grade. It had changed him from an outgoing and friendly person to a husk of one. He distanced himself and gained the liking of inducing pain on himself. He's strange that's for sure." A vision of a preteen M/n slitting his arms for an 'experiment'.

He claimed the experiment was to figure out how many cuts he could endure before passing out. Itadori stared at the older with an opened mouth. An image of the bandaged male popped into his head. 'Bandages'. "When I saw him pass in the hallways smiling like no tomorrow, made me think if the incident had never happened to him..."

"...He would have a normal life" he finished the other's sentence. "But that kind of thinking is common when you first get into the game. You learn how to ignore those thoughts. Those thoughts alone could drive a man insane. If you start investigating the remains of Sukuna, you'd probably some gruesome scenes, every sorcerer has their case that changes them wether it be for the best or the worst. Pick your hell."

"If Sukuna is eliminated, will there be fewer people killed by curses?" Itadori's grandpa's words rung in his head. "Of course." Gojo nodded his head. "You got that other finger?" "Yeah." Gojo placed the object in his hand. Itadori took a second to study it. "Now that I look at it it is pretty disgusting." He said tossing the appendage into his mouth absent mindedly swallowing it with a gross gulp. 'That's one tenth of Sukuna, how will that sit?' Black marks appeared on his body before leaving as quickly as they came. "Blaughhh, that was so gross." The male wrapped a hand around his throat at the taste. 'He's able to control Sukuna without a problem, heh.' Gojo thought. "I take it you're prepared for what's to come?" "Not at all. I am wondering why I have to be executed though. But I know I can't leave this curse alone. It's final, I'm gonna eat the rest of Sukuna. That's all"

"Yahooo! I'm back!" An overly enthusiastic voice emerged. M/n ran over waving his hands around. A bag slung around his shoulders. Something seemed off. An evident bruise starting to form around his neck peeking out from the loosely wrapped bandages. A cut lip and a few more scrapes littering his face. "What happened?" M/n shrugged still smiling. "Just a fight, this delinquent looking guy said he had a bone to pick with me, he had his fun....and so did I~" He took out his phone, shoving it into both of their faces. Sure enough a buff looking male was in tears, tied up. "The old wasabi and mustard up the nose always works like a charm." M/n shoved the device back into his coat, before handing the paper bag over to Gojo who quirked his brow.

"I went on a little trip into town and got you this~" The male's hands roamed around the bag pulling out a box. "I saw this delectable Mochi stand and turns out their family were from Sendai. What's the chance they made kikufuku? I got them for free since the owner was an old friend. Told 'em it was a gift for someone special." He winked at the end. Sukuna lowly growled barely loud enough for Itadori to hear. 'What's your problem?' 'Shut it brat.' Sukuna coldly snapped.

"This is why you're my favorite second-year." Gojo chuckled as if he were a grade school girl. "Looks like it's shaping up to be a fun hell. Get your belongings together by the end of the day." He turned towards Itadori, Megumi now standing behind him. "We goin' somewhere?" "Tokyo." Fushiguro answered with a battered face. "Ah! My little Meg-Chan is back!" M/n attacked the poor male in a tackle like hug. Snuggling his face further into the first-year's chest. A red hue danced acrossed the ravenette's face, as Gojo secretly took pictures.

Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School The walk to the school was quiet, the only noise being the light chatter being shared between the two with occasional comments from M/n, who's interest was glued to a small book in his hands. The quietness of the curse had caught Itadori off guard, causing questions to form about his weird behavior. Sukuna seemed to keep his gaze fixed onto the object held by the other. 'The book he's holding..' Itadori's eyes flickered over to the small piece of literature questioning it's importance. "What are you reading?"

"Just an old book I'm rereading." The male had answered turning to the next page. "If you have already read it why are you reading it again?" His curiosity had gotten the better of him. "A good book never gets old no matter how many times you read it." What confused Itadori, is why Sukuna was so fixated on the older. A soft thud sounded out as M/n closed the book, placing it back into his pocket. "Anyways, you're about to have an interview with the principal." "The principal?!" He exclaimed confused.

"There's a high probability he could reject you so make sure you go all out." M/n said once again picking at his nails in amusement. "What then! Immediate execution?" He snapped making the former quirk a brow at his statement. A small mouth formed onto his cheek.

"So you're not the boss? Pathetic, a hierarchy that isn't based off of strength is worthless." Itadori slapped a hand over his cheek, keeping Sukuna from further speaking. "I'm sorry about him, he pops out." "You have quite the amusing body now." M/n cheekily said. Another small mouth popped out, this time located on his hand. "I owe you a favor you know."

"Not again!"

"Once I make this brat's body my own, you'll be the first one I kill. The male next to you will once again be my king when I take my crown back." M/n crossed his arms in confusion.

"It's an honor to be targeted by Sukuna himself, but what do you mean 'your king once again'?

"Have you ever wondered what caused the incident ten years ago? And why the Elders were so keen on raising him?" The mouth disappeared leaving both Gojo and M/n astounded at the new information.

'How does Sukuna know about that, and why did the elders drop the case as if it were nothing.' "You wouldn't do that would you senpai?" A hopeful smile painted on Itadori's face. "...." The words couldn't form as M/n stood wide-eyed at the curse's words.

'I wouldn't, would I?...'

#jujutsu kaisen #seme male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #itadori yuji x top male reader #jjk itadori #jjk fushiguro #jjk nobara #zenin #inumaki #sukuna ryomen x male reader #dazai osamu #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #top male reader #suicidal maniac #jjk

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Sweat

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Chapter 12

The faint sound of birds chirping pulled you from a heavy sleep, forcing you to shy away from the brightness of the sun and turn directly into a broad chest. Your eyes flitted open, curious when Vegeta had returned home and how exactly you got home, but it wasn't Vegeta and you weren't at home.

"Goku?! Fuck." You sat up instantly, recognizing precisely where you were.

"What's wrong?" He sat up with you, immediately on alert.

"What's wrong?! I'm here, that's what's wrong. Why am I in your bed?!" You started to panic.

"You passed out and Kyla said to make sure you got to bed after I dropped her off." He explained.

"She probably meant my bed, Goku. Not yours." You scrambled out of the bed, in full panic at the fact that you'd spent the night with Goku.

"I didn't think Vegeta would like me showing up in your bedroom with you in my arms. Plus, I-I missed having you here." He admitted.

"Goku, I know this hasn't been easy on you, but you can't just-"

"I slept last night. I don't sleep when you're not here." Goku climbed off the bed and stopped you from putting your shoes on, "I don't want you to go."

"Goku, I'm with Vegeta."

"But he doesn't need you like I do. He doesn't want to spend every second with you."

You let out a soft sigh, feeling even more conflicted by the second.

"Goku, I-" Before you could finish your sentence he cupped your face and kissed you.

You pulled back instantly, staring up at him in disbelief, but you couldn't stop yourself. You threw your arms around him and pressed your lips to his again. He pushed you back against the wall, hands gripping your hips as his tongue slipped between your lips. Everything about him was so soft, so sweet and perfect, it was hard not to get wrapped up in him.

"Stay with me. Please?" He begged softly against your lips between kisses.

"I- I can't." You said, feeling like you were breaking his heart all over again.

He stopped kissing you and pressed his forehead to yours, "I know. I just wanted to ask again."

"This was a bad idea. All of it." You admitted.

"I can take you home now if you want?" He stepped back from you.

"That's also a bad idea. We need more time, Goku. I think at least for a while, we should stay apart." As you said the words they almost tore your heart out completely and you could only guess how it felt for him.

"Okay. If that's what you want." He said, barely audible with his head hung low.

The ride home in the cab was heavy, every ounce of your being telling you to go back, to leap into his arms and never leave, but it wasn't that simple. You took a deep breath before you pushed the front door open, almost running straight into the wall of muscle and anger known as Vegeta.

He squeezed past you with nothing but a glare on his face and headed outside.

"Wait, can we talk? I... I'm sorry about not coming home. I started drinking and I ended up passing out," you explained, hopeful he wouldn't ask where you stayed. At least, that's what you thought you wanted until you realized he didn't care enough to ask.

"I'll be home later, we can talk then if you're even here."

"Can't you skip training so we can figure out whatever is going on between us?" You tried to keep calm and not start crying, but the entire fucked up situation was too much to process.

"I'm not training, that ridiculous Bulma woman is making me clean up the mess I made of the gravity chamber last night," he grumbled.

"Wait, what? You're skipping training to help Bulma?" You asked, brow furrowed at how ridiculous the idea was.

"Only so it'll shut her up," he added. The surly prince crossed his arms and let out a heavy sigh.

You knew there was absolutely no reason you should be jealous, or that you even had a right to be, but you couldn't shake the feeling.

"Can I come with you? We can talk on the way."

"No. You'll only slow me down." He shot you down quickly.

"I really want you to stay so we can talk about this stuff." You pushed, needing him to stay.

"Talking got us nowhere last time. I see no point in continuing the process over and over again."

"What other choice do we have, Vegeta? If we don't figure this out... " you trailed off. Neither of you needed to say what you knew was true. Something had to change or the relationship was going to be over before you ever got to fully enjoy it.

"I'll be home later," he said again.

He left without another word. You stood there, feeling empty and alone. You wanted to force him to stay, to hash things out, but honestly, what else was there to say? Your relationship began with him cheating on Kyla and with you fucking his friend.

"How dire is my situation if I'm considering day drinking?" You asked when Kyla answered her phone. Somehow, you had already adjusted to having her in your life as a friend rather than an enemy. Kyla without Vegeta was a drastically different person. Or perhaps you just never saw her as anything more than Vegeta's bitchy girlfriend.

"Well, that depends. If you're drinking right now, I'd say it's pretty fucking dire. At 5pm? Not so much," she answered without missing a beat.

"Damn. That's what I thought." You sighed.

"Dickhead do something?" She asked.

"Kind of, but not really. I spent the night with Goku and-"

"Hold the fuck up. You spent the night where?" She interrupted.

"He didn't take me home last night. We just slept, but we kissed this morning." You wanted to go back to that moment.

"And now Vegeta doesn't want to talk and he's over at Bulma's helping her with something. All of this makes me want to drink." You sighed.

"Fuck, it makes me want to drink." She said.

"I really don't know what to do anymore. I thought I could ignore the feelings for Goku, but they just keep getting stronger."

"If you want to really figure out how you're feeling and what you want, alcohol isn't the best option." Kyla said.

"When did you become the voice of reason here?" You knew she was right.

"When I started letting Yamcha hit it and found out he really is just empty space." She said with full seriousness.

"Apparently we both need a break from the bullshit."

"We've tried that two nights in a row. Both nights we ended up getting trashed with Goku and I'm pretty sure the three of us would've fucked last night on the baseball field if you two weren't hopelessly in love with each other," she said in one breath.

"We're not hopelessly in love." You argued.

"Oh, do you have evidence that you're not?" She shot back.

"Yes, I'm with Vegeta." You said simply.

"You do know that's not really helping your case, right? You can be with someone but still love someone else."

"Okay, well, we aren't hopelessly in love because Goku doesn't understand the concept." You felt like you were grasping at any defense.

"He may not understand the concept, but he understands what he feels, which is complete devotion to you." Kyla said.

"Goddamn it." You sighed.

"We can do this all day but you haven't given me a vaild reason against it. You also haven't mentioned actually being in love with Vegeta either."

"You're relentless, Kyla, goddamn." Your chest heaved and you let out a long, slow breath.

"Yeah, at some point I actually started to care about this shitstorm. Seeing Goku like this really tugs at those annoying heartstrings."

"What if you're right about me and Vegeta? The whole sexual attraction mistaken for feelings thing." You cringed at the mere thought.

"Then you have a choice to make. Stay with him despite knowing there are no real feelings there, or end things as they are before it gets any more complicated."

Everything she was saying was spot on, but you couldn't sift through the feelings without worrying you were wrong or making a mistake.

After your conversation with Kyla you tried to find something else to focus on. You cleaned the house from top to bottom, showered, cooked lunch, and even organized your bookshelf. By the time you finished you'd actively spent your time avoiding the topic of your love life, but the second you sat down, it all came flooding back.

You frantically searched for something else to keep your mind busy, but you came up empty. After collapsing on the couch, you began flipping through the channels on the tv, settling on one of your favorite movies that you'd seen a million times before but still loved. You focused on the movie and the insane chemistry between the two actors, finding yourself getting drawn in to the sex scene as it unfolded. Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties as you felt yourself getting more turned on by the second.

You closed your eyes and thought about the last time you had sex, how rough Vegeta was with you, how he bit you. Soft moans escaped your lips as your fingers circled your clit. Images of Vegeta crawling up your body, eyes hungrily gazing up at you. You rolled your hips against your hand, Vegeta faded and Goku replaced him. His sweet smile never failed to leave you weak. The way he could be rough with you and gentle right after was a balance no else could achieve, at least not in your experience. You were already getting close to coming just from the mental image of Goku on top of you, thrusting into you with the perfect amount of force. It wasn't any special saiyan form, just him. That was all you needed.

You bit your lip to hold back the moan, knowing which name you were close to screaming. It was all so confusing and complex. You focused more on how perfectly Goku fucked you, how quickly he'd learned how to work your body to give you the best orgasms. Your fingers moved faster as you neared your release, short breathy moans escaping your lips along with broken remnants of a name.

"Fuck... Goku..." you whimpered as you finally let go.

"Why did you even bother coming back?" Vegeta asked, ripping you away from the very private moment you were having.

Before your brain could process just how bad your next words were going to sound, you blurted them out. "I don't know."

"Foolish human. You don't know what you want- "

"Fuck off, Vegeta. This isn't one sided and you know it," you snapped.

"Don't assume you know what's going on in my head, woman. I was fine with whatever this is, you've been the one ruining it," he shouted back.

"Whatever this is? It's called a fucking relationship, Vegeta. Or maybe it was just sex for you and I was stupid enough to believe it was something more!"

It hurt to watch your relationship with him deteriorate so quickly, but you didn't cry like you expected. You did start to think it was mostly a physical attraction, but that wasn't something you were ready to admit.

"It is something more, you frustrating woman! I want you around more than anyone else on this pathetic planet," he roared, revealing more of his feelings than you expected.

"Then why weren't you here? Why have I spent the majority of our relationship either alone or with your ex?" You stared back at him, waiting for some explosion of anger.

"You chose to strike up that friendship with Kyla, not me. And you were well aware of how I spent my time but you couldn't be satisfied with that." He said.

You stood up and approached him, "I wasn't satisfied with seeing my boyfriend every now and then and having to beg him to stay home. I need more than that, Vegeta." You hated to admit how much you needed reassurance, affection, but it was the truth.

"I'm not going to be the weak, clingy boyfriend you want. You'd think your new friend would've caught you up on that little detail." He said.

"I don't want clingy, Vegeta, I just want you to be here, at least half the time." You felt like you were begging for basic attention.

"You're the one who pursued me, you wanted this."

"I didn't fucking want this. And I remember you being the one to kiss me first and then fuck me to prove whatever power, dominance thing to Goku."

He made two easy strides towards you, "don't act like you're innocent in any of this. You were jealous of Kyla from the second we started dating and I was no longer looking in your direction."

"Oh I'm far from fucking innocent, I know that." You had been carrying the guilt with you since day one.

"What do you want, woman? Just tell me what you want." He asked.

"I-I don't know anymore. I thought I wanted this, you, but now it just all seems so fucking... fucked. What about you? What do you want?"

"I'm not answering the question for you. You either want to be with me or you don't. It's that simple." He crossed his arms.

"It's not simple though." You shook your head, everything seeming more complex by the second.

"Then I'll make it simple."

In one swift movement, he had your body pressed against his and kissed you like he never did before. You could feel his need, and it threw you off. For a second, you thought it was an accident. But you knew the mighty prince of all Saiyans, if he let that little trace of emotion through, it was because he wanted you to know.

You kissed him back, feeling the ache in your chest growing. You wanted Vegeta, or at least you wanted to want him. Seeing him vulnerable like this was almost too much to take, especially when all it did was make you even more confused. But you continued to kiss him, hoping things would suddenly become clear, that you'd know the answer instantly.

You pulled yourself away abruptly, "I-I don't know. I- this isn't helping. I just need some time to think."

Vegeta's expression quickly turned from a rare softness back into stoic and brooding.

"When you figure out what the hell it is that you want, let me know." He stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

His words echoed through the night, circling your mind as you fixated on them. What did you want? Who did you want? It was a simple question, but there were no simple answers.

You tossed and turned, finally giving up on sleep. You resorted to standing in the living room having fake break up conversations with both of them. That only complicated the process of sorting through your feelings and you were left feeling more confused than you were before. Part of you wanted to work it out with Vegeta. He was willing to show a softer side, something you were desperate for.

Meanwhile, Goku was amazing, affectionate, and he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable in front of you. There was a third option, your last resort if there was no clear decision. You could distance yourself from both of them. The question was, could you handle the pain of not having either of them?

#vegeta x reader #goku x reader #sweat fic #lynn #supremeleadershitlord

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