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zero-to-zero-to-zero-again · 10 months

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Intergalactic Abductees: Ranboo (1)

Tubbo (1) Tommy (1)

{This piece takes place after the events of Tubbo (3)}

Word Count: 1,414

TW's: Injury, Medical Stuff, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Profanity, Mentions of Trafficking

Characters: C!Tubbo, C!Ranboo, C!Philza, C!Technoblade

Summary: As Ranboo begins to settle back into life with his crewmates, their most recent, bizarre addition is still recovering.

(Prepare to be confused by some alien species names that I came up with while I was high.)

"Ranboo?"

The boy in the hall went stiff.

"You can come in."

Ranboo's teeth ground together as he ducked into the room.

"Was I breathing that loud?" he asked.

The blonde Avisien offered him a soft smile. No matter how many times you got a smile from that man, it never failed to feel like a supernova. Explosive. Bright. Warm.

"I could hear your tail against the floor," Philza informed him.

"Oh."

Ranboo chuckled sheepishly, shooting a glower at the wiry tail in question. He swore the thing had a mind of its own. It flicked to the side in that moment just to spite him. Philza nudged one of the chairs out from beneath the metal table. He pointedly tossed his head towards it. Ranboo didn't need to be told twice. He dropped into the hard chair. Techno had promised to swipe some better ones next time they landed on Flurr. The planet was so wealthy that they wouldn't even notice if their whole home was relieved of its lavish furniture.

Of course, Techno had never gotten around to it before the incident at the market. From that moment forward, their lack of comfy chairs was the least of their worries.

Ranboo leaned over the table to get a better look at the limp figure.

"Has he woken up yet?" he inquired quietly.

It wasn't exactly unusual for Ranboo to find him sleeping. He'd watched over the reckless little bastard for the majority of his time spent in the trafficker's shuttle. But this felt different. Tubbo wasn't tossing or turning or making weird guttural noises. He was stiff.

He looked dead.

"No. I got the measurement on the dosage right this time around," Philza assured him. "I didn't want to overdo it with how small he is but I guess I underestimated his species' biological capabilities. Scaled the damn cabinet with a sedative in his veins and two broken ribs. I've never seen anything like it. I wonder if this has anything to do with it."

Philza lightly tapped the bizarre, hardened lower half of Tubbo's leg.

"What is it?" Ranboo asked.

Philza squinted.

"Mm, if I had to guess, I'd say it's a limb replacement. Or cover? Enhancement? I didn't want to mess with it too much. Clever design but primitive hardware. Maybe I'll have Techno take a look at it. More his department than mine."

The winged man dipped another swab into the yellow goo beside him. He dabbed at the stitching along Tubbo's chest and paused to watch it dissolve into the unconscious boy's skin.

"Most of our medicines haven't worked on him but at least he seems to be taking well to the disinfectant," Philza remarked. He twisted the lid back onto the metal tin and stacked it on top of all the others.

He'd nearly gone through his entire collection of menders and repairants trying to find one that was even semi-effective. In the end, he had to do things the old fashioned way with frustratingly tiny plates and screws for the busted bones and a bit of medical thread and a needle to finish it off.

"How are you doing?" Philza inquired, looking up at Ranboo for the first time during their conversation.

"Oh. I'm fine! No more burns," the Endlocke assured him. He held freshly healed hands up for emphasis.

"No, I mean how you doing, mate," the man amended.

"Ah. Um, yeah, still fine. Just...glad to be home."

"We're glad to have you back. Listen, if you ever want to talk about what happened, I'm here."

Some part of Ranboo felt that even if he did talk about it, Philza wouldn't understand. But a far larger part of him knew that his two crewmates were likely the only two people in the whole galaxy who could understand.

"You know what still kind of bugs me?" Ranboo said. Philza nodded encouragingly. "He didn't even leave."

Philza could practically feel the desperation for a subject change radiating off of fidgety dual-toned boy. Not the time to push the issue, he figured.

"Who?"

"Tubbo. I mean, they opened those doors a lot and he was probably small enough to sneak out. But he didn't. Didn't even try."

Philza glanced down at the Terran in consideration. He hummed.

"Well, he had the gall to chuck a screw at a Cantaris just get his attention so he obviously cares about you."

Ranboo couldn't help but laugh at that. How brilliantly in character for Tubbo to approach a literal war species and throw something at them. Even after the little guy had hurt himself. Far too self-sacrificing for his own good since the get-go. That's why Ranboo's hearts shattered when he saw Tubbo looking at him like that. Philza assured him it was the result of panic at seeing the syringe but it didn't make a difference.

Ranboo had known Tubbo for more cycles than he could keep track of and in all that time, he'd never seen the steadfast little creature cower. Not once. Even during their first time meeting. Cautious, sure, but never scared. All things considered, maybe Tubbo should have been afraid. Anybody his size with such little biological defenses built into their body should've been terrified of a natural born predator.

But Tubbo wasn't.

Maybe that's why his planet was so easily-

"I'm back!"

Ranboo whirled around just in time to find the Cantaris kicking the doorframe as his own odd way of knocking. It was a nasty habit but since he was the one always fixing the ship, Technoblade was more than capable of buffing out whatever dents he put into its walls. He hesitated in the entryway, skeptical blue eyes lingering on the boy laying on the table.

"He's sleeping, Techno," Philza chuckled.

The pink-haired man sighed in relief. He strode up to the table, grey eyes still flickering between the tiny being and his crewmates.

"You don't know how many shady dealers I had to go through to find this stuff," Technoblade announced. He held a small container of clear liquid up in a gloved hand. Ranboo winced at the very sight of it.

"How much did you get?" the winged man inquired.

"Enough to drown in. You're sure this stuff's safe for him?"

Ranboo nodded vehemently. He recalled the few instances when the Faustins would forget to toss a dish of the vial substance into his cell. Tubbo would get quiet. And sick. Even a single cycle without the stuff seemed to take a toll on him.

"Weird species," Techno remarked.

"The weirdest," Ranboo agreed fondly. He folded his elbows atop the table, resting his chin against his hands. "There's so many things I wish I could ask him. I wish he were chipped."

"Oh no you don't," Techno assured him. "Not by Faustins. They're notorious for botching the installation process. Instead of translating straight between languages, it'll just translate sporadically. Suddenly you can't even speak your own dialect without jumbling your words with a whole other language. It's migraine-inducing."

Ranboo huffed.

"Well, we could take him to Karl, couldn't we? He did a good job on my chip."

Ranboo's friends exchanged cryptic glances. The tall boy's focus darted between the two of them.

"What?" the Endlocke asked.

Philza seemed to be waiting for Technoblade to talk. The Cantaris' irises bled to a deep red. He shook his head, jaw clenched in stubborn refusal. Philza sighed begrudgingly.

"Techno lost it on Karl's husband while he was looking for you and he refuses to apologize."

"You're mad at Sapnap?" Ranboo said.

"The other husband," Techno grumbled.

"You started beef with Quackity? He's our best parts supplier!" the boy exclaimed, raking his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"We'll find another. And we'll find another person to install a translation chip, too. I'll find another person. Just gimme a few cycles."

"On a subject this small? Good luck. Karl was the only one willing to put in Skeppy's chip and he's bigger than Tubbo," Philza pointed out.

Technoblade spared a sideways look at the disappointed boy beside him. He drew in a deep breath.

"I'll figure it out," he reiterated, color draining from his eyes once again. He leaned down, briefly bumping his forehead against Ranboo's. "Promise."

Ranboo only nodded. A Cantaris' word was his skeleton. Should either be broken or twisted, a Cantaris could hardly be whole. That's what Techno used to say, anyways. And, hells, Ranboo had to take his word on that.

I was sitting around last night like, "I feel like I'm forgetting something." Then I realized I didn't schedule this piece to post. My bad lol.

#mcyt g/t #g/t #g/t writing #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t angst #angst with a happy ending #giant!ranboo #giant!philza #giant!technoblade #tiny!tubbo #intergalactic abductees au

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invisibleraven · 6 months

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Okay I am prompting cowboys and aliens AU, pairing of your choice bc I am just so curious lolol

It all starts when Reggie's prize heffer goes missing.

It's annoying, because he hasn't heard of any cattle rustlers in the area, and the local kids learned not to mess with him after he levelled his shotgun at Betsy Gunderson's boy trying to bed the daughter of the local preacher in his hayloft.

So he stakes out his fields, waiting for the idiots who decided to steal from him. He's expecting a group of toughs, or maybe one lone guy out to pick off his herd. He just doesn't expect to get beamed up by a freaking UFO.

The space is sterile and white, and there's no sign of Reggie's wayward cow, or anything else for that matter. He's terrified, worrying about lasers and probes, and every other trope that sci-fi movies have taught him to expect.

Only there are no little green men, but a sentient pile of orangey goo that greet him, making weird squawking at him in a pitch that makes his fillings rattle. He holds his hands over his ears until there's some clicks and chirps, then finally a voice.

"Is that better? Can you understand me now?"

Reggie lowers his hands, and sees the ooze almost vibrating as the voice repeats itself. "Um yeah... thanks? What's going on here?"

"I am here to observe your species," the creature says. "No harm, just observe."

"Did you steal my cow?" Reggie asks accusingly.

The creature glows a little, then gives what Reggie assumes is a laugh, though it sounds like tinkling bells. "Yes, I am afraid I did do that. I have been accused of trying to make it what you call a pet?"

"Yeah, cows aren't pets," Reggie replies. "I would kind of like her back if it's all the same."

"Do you have more?' the creature asks. "I would love to observe them all together in a group."

"A herd? I mean yeah... as long as you aren't planning on keeping them," Reggie says. "Though... do you have another form? This one is liable to give people the willies."

"I am the willies?" the creature ruminates, then shift until he resembles a very attractive human with bronze coloured skin, long dark hair, and cheekbones you could slice bread on. He is also very very naked, so Reggie tries to focus on said cheekbones. "I am acceptable now?"

"Sure, let's... get you to my house for some clothes and I'll show you around the farm."

The creature, who insists on going by The Willies (which Reggie just shortens to Willie, much to it's delight) loves the farm. He's less fond of clothes, but Reggie has managed to get him into shorts and a crop top left over from his last boyfriend, which is good enough.

Willie coos over the cows, is terrified of the chickens, a bit cautious around the pigs and is fascinated by the horses. He's a bit of a disaster in the saddle the first time Reggie takes him riding, but he eventually gets the hang of it, whooping as Ferdinand canters alongside Old Red.

Reggie brings Willie into town, biting back a smile as his wonder at other people, the food, the sights and sounds. It's kind of like a kid at DisneyLand, but he also notices that Willie gets overwhelmed easily, nervous in crowds, so he takes it slow.

"Your world is almost too much for me I'm afraid," Willie says as they head back in Reggie's truck, and Reggie doesn't have the heart to tell him he's only seen a small town in Montana, far from the world.

"We can take it day by day," Reggie replies. "World isn't going anywhere."

"My mission won't allow me to linger here much longer I'm afraid," Willie replies. "I'm supposed to report back soon, with all my findings. They've given me all the extensions they can."

"Oh."

Reggie finds he's kind of sad about that. Over the past few weeks or so he's come to enjoy Willie's presence here. The farm is kind of lonely, and it was nice to have a friend around. "Do you think you might be able to come back? I think you'd love winter time."

Willie is silent for a while, biting his plush bottom lip and playing with his hair. It isn't until they're sat at the table, idly sipping on coffee and poking at a slice of pie that he speaks. "In truth, I do not want to go. I love it here, even if it is too much at times. But I have a duty..."

"I get that," Reggie replies. "You are always welcome to stay or come back if you want."

"It is very far, many parsecs," Willie admits. "I do not think I would be able to return in your lifetime if I went."

"Well that's a bummer," Reggie admits. "Can you give me one more day though?"

"That is the least I can do," Willie replies, squeezing his hand. "After you have given me so much."

Willie returns to his ship soon after-holding human form exhausts him after a while, so he must recharge in his natural state. Reggie takes the time to get everything ready, wanting Willie to go out on a bang.

The next morning, Willie appears in the kitchen, looking around and his wide eyed amazement is pure serotonin for Reggie. He's set the house up for Christmas, complete with the tree, a few present, even got the snow machine to cover the outside of the window and a bit of the lawn.

It's an amazing day, with Willie beaming the whole time. They eat and watch terrible holiday movies, and Willie is ecstatic over the funky socks Reggie got him, just in case he takes a form with feet again.

But as the hour grows later, they know time is running short. Willie says goodbye to the animals, giving Daisy the prize heffer a kiss to her snout, murmuring to her in clicks and whistles, but Reggie gets the sentiment.

"I'll miss you," he admits as they walk towards the place where the ship is hovering in the air, camouflaged by some technology that Reggie doesn't understand.

"And I you," Willie admits. "I think I shall keep the name you gave me, to remember you by."

Reggie give him a sad smile, and brings him in for a hug-their first, as Willie is very hesitant about touch. But this he seems to like, letting it linger. Until he pulls away, smiling at Reggie.

"Farewell Reggie."

"Take care Willie."

And then he's gone, the ship disappearing in a streak of light. Reggie takes his time heading back to the house, even longer dismantling the fake holiday. Finds the pack of socks still sitting on the floor by the couch and has a god cry about it.

But then there's a knock on the door, and when Reggie opens it, there's Willie, hesitant and shy. "Hi. I was wondering... if maybe you could tell me what pets we could have?"

Reggie cries even more, but pulls Willie in for another hug. "We can get a dog," he promises him.

And they do-and a whole lot more than that, in the end.

#filled prompts #ficlet #wiggie #julie and the phantoms

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oldmemoria · 7 months

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caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

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dayfalwastaken · 9 months

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Spider-Man, the Other.

Being in a hurry, he hadn’t wasted time checking out the cutting-edge equipment, going straight for the glass container in which the Symbiote had been kept. A small, cylindrical capsule with metal hatches that lacked inside decorations. It’d reminded him of an aquarium. The empty, sad type that didn’t have any algae or other ornaments for the fish- aliens in this case- to swim in.

The Klyntar had noticed him almost immediately in spite of its lack of eyes. It had stopped moving and stuck to the glass as he’d descended from the vent above, and Peter could’ve sworn he’d been judged harshly for his fashion sense. What had most likely been happening was the Symbiote trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. He did look very different from the Oscorp eggheads that had done God knew what before he’d arrived.

Ultimately the Symbiote had retreated from the glass as he’d stepped closer. Either in fright, caution or dismissiveness, he hadn’t been able to tell. He’d stopped before the container and had taken a quick moment to appreciate the way in which the alien lifeform moved. Reminiscent of what he’d known it to be like, the Klyntar had been ever shifting, going from a black puddle to interwoven tendrils and a mass of living goo in a matter of seconds, never keeping its form stationary.

Peter hadn’t been sure how to interpret its constant movements. Had it been attempting to intimidate him, was it in a panic, excited to see someone that wasn’t dressed in a lab coat? He’d had no idea. It hadn’t felt as if it was being hostile, as it’d made no attempt to lash out at the glass or anything of the sort, but…

Well, gauging the reactions of a cephalopod-looking creature wasn’t what he’d call a cakewalk.

Slowly and silently, he’d reached for the metal hatch, and it had been in that instant that the Symbiote had shown clear signs of being afraid. It had gone transparent, merging perfectly with the glass, not even distorting space where it had previously sat. Invisibility to rival Susan Storm’s. No hiss of hostility, no nothing. Just a swift defense mechanism- a fight or flight response where the flight had won. It’d occurred so fast that Peter still wondered just what in the heck had been done to the poor Symbiote before he’d gotten there.

But he’d been determined to get it out of that capsule before his time ran out. Calming himself first, he’d knelt down until he was crouching in an attempt to appear as nonthreatening as possible. He’d still kept his hand on the hatch, but he’d been careful not to make any sudden moves.

“I know you can’t really understand what I’m saying, but I’m not here to hurt you. Believe me, that’s the last thing I wanna do.” He’d said despite knowing the chances of being understood were nonexistent given how no one, as far as he knew, had bonded with it prior to that.In response, a small shudder had passed through the air where the Symbiote had camouflaged itself. At least that was confirmation it’d been able to hear him.

“I don’t want to spook you or, you know, rush this, but we are in a bit of a hurry.”

Another shudder.

Talking with it is good then. I can work with that, he’d thought.

“Um- we’re both gonna be in big trouble if we don’t get out of here as fast as possible, is what I’m trying to say.”

And a third one.

“And, yeah, I know you have no reason to trust me, but your chances aren’t going to improve if you stay here either. The guy that runs this joint- ho boy, let me tell you, he is not the kind of man you wanna hang around with.”

In a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, he’d managed to catch a black stain manifesting in midair for a few milliseconds. A hint of curiosity, perhaps.

Yes! Okay, greatgreatgreat. I got this.

“You’re… scared. Or close to it anyway, and- that’s uh, reasonable, yeah! I’d be too if I was in your shoes, but you don’t have to be. Just…” He’d been at a loss for words. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how to approach this. “I just want to help you.” He’d admitted quietly. “I think we can help each other… You don’t have to be alone and… I don’t have to go at this alone.” His voice had barely been above a whisper as he’d spoken that. Peter liked to believe the Symbiote had at least sensed, in some capacity, that he’d been honest.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have an explanation for why space had begun rippling before steadily turning back into that familiar noncolor. Maybe it had been feeling his emotions and realized he had no true intentions to harm it? Whatever had prompted the shift in attitude, he’d more than welcomed it.

But some amount of mistrust was still present. If he had to describe it, he would’ve said it was a similar sensation to his Spider-Sense going off, only instead of being alerted to danger he was being gazed at by thousands of eyes that weren’t there. All studying him and looking for clues that would imply deceit or malice.

The Symbiote had found none, however.

Maybe it’d been his imagination, but Peter was positive he had experienced some sort of… well, relief being transmitted from the Symbiote. In return, a humble spark of pride had lit up inside of him. Like the Symbiote acknowledging that he meant well was enough to put him at ease for what they were about to do, and… He’d been thankful for that.

Calculated in its pace, Symbie had taken its time crawling to the front of the container, standing stiffly on the other side of the hatch. It’d extended a thread, touching the metal with its tip while another one had formed to reach for the glass, towards Peter.

“Alright. I’mma get this open for you… Nice and easy.” He’d dug his fingers into the cover and, courtesy of his super strength, crushed the metal so that the airtight seal would break and allow it to come off.

The Symbiote for its part had not flinched at the creaking sound, waiting patiently for him to remove the hatch, but Peter had still clenched his teeth in deep focus as he’d concentrated on making as little noise as he could.

Once oxygen had flooded the cylinder the small tendrils had pulled back, not unlike how coil springs would. The Klyntar had produced a sound akin to a low growl, though one that hadn’t been directed at Peter at first sight.

They’ve been keeping it in a vacuum this whole time? I mean, it did come from space so that does make sense, but how’d it hear me with no air to..? Ah, it was sensing the vibrations coming through the glass. Yeah, sure, I can see that.

Tinier tendrils had timidly creeped out of the tube, attaching themselves to its sides and dragging the rest of their mass outside. Peter had moved his hand back a little, having wanted to allow the Symbiote to initiate the bonding itself, only it too had been hesitant to start.

“Don’t worry, I’m having second thoughts about this as well, but I still think it’s worth a shot. What do ya say?”

In a motion that could’ve been interpreted as nothing else besides a nod, the Symbiote had pushed its front half up and down before scaling the gap in-between and wrapping around Peter’s hand in one clean go.

No amount of shocking from Electro could’ve prepared him for the sheer current that had gone up his nervous system the moment he’d made contact with it. Electrifying his every cell as it’d made its way up his fingers and arm, the Klyntar had stuck to the suit like glue, and Peter hadn’t been able to resist freezing up.

Quick yet gentle in its ascent, he’d felt it seep into his skin faster than it had covered the red, rushing to spread throughout his body. It had slithered its tendrils through his veins, pushing his blood every which way as it had traveled through his muscles, past his tendons and over his bones to reach his spine.

A scorching heat comparable only to the Sun had hit him then, and combined with the sudden feeling of suffocation from his lungs seemingly filling with fluid as the suit had been fully covered- he’d thought he’d passed out. It’d certainly appeared like he’d gone under, given that for a few seconds his vision had been obstructed by pure darkness.

In spite of that, what was more of a presence rather than a voice had told him, softly, to remain calm. Connected to his brainstem and fastening around his neurons, he’d shared, for what hadn’t been nearly enough time, a profound sense of togetherness with the Other.

While his hands had acted on reflex, clawing at the void to allow himself to gasp for air, Peter had floated, undisturbed in a dreamlike state. Somewhere in the middle of reality and his subconscious, time had grinded to a halt, and a missing piece he hadn’t known he’d been missing had found him.

He’d heard it speak, not in words but in emotions, in a way that would always transcend human speech. For however long they had been like that, he’d known what the Klyntar been saying and vice versa despite not uttering a single sentence. Peter hadn’t minded.

He had felt exposed, naked even, like every facet of himself- all that he was and ever would be had been put on display for all to see… But there hadn’t been any judgement. Instead, a glimmer of reassurance, bright in its intent but too slow in its pulse, had flown from Symbiote to Host.

Or had that been the exact opposite? Now, the more he thought about it the less he understood it. The Other had been silent since leaving Oscorp as well. No shared innermost thoughts or sentiments that’d make him privy to what it was thinking, although he was more than sure his own were being read.

He’d have to be patient, he guessed. Bonding was a two-way street. The Symbiote was more than likely just as affected- in a good way, maybe, hopefully- and was doing its best to figure out what this all meant for itself. He just couldn’t see the tells of that as it was happening. Therefore, from his perspective it was pretending to be lifeless, he hoped, just for the time being.

It was fine. Peter could wait.

(Preview for an upcoming Spidey fanfiction called "Red, Black and Blue", which will attempt to explore how Peter Parker's life would change if he had kept the Venom Symbiote instead of discarding it, with a twist! Set in a "composite" universe of sorts that combines aspects from multiple Spider-Man incarnations, this fanfiction will tell its own unique story unrestrained from a pre-established setting such as the MCU or Earth 616, so there can be no limits on the type of story being told set by those respective mediums.)

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obsidiancreates · 1 year

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The Algae Is Always Greener On The Other Side (Part 2)

"Now that was some good pizza," Mikey sighs.

"Your pizza was kinda horrifying, actually," Angelo says, "But mine was amazing! Truffle oil, mushrooms, and white sauce? My compliments to the strange unseen entity that's trapped us here!"

"We should be more worried about that fact than we are, right?" Donnie whispers to Leo.

"Eh, happens," Leon says before Leo can answer. "We may as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? Before it comes to the fighting?"

"If it does at all." Raphie kicks his feet up and puts his hands behind his head. "I mean, this is pretty cush! We've got food, no bad guys, we're meetin' our alternate selves..."

"Yeah, but our luck usually doesn't last long in the 'peace' arena." Donnie looks around. "And we're stuck in some kind of bubble dimension, which seems to be controlled by at the very least a united collective, if not one person!"

"Good analysis, however, Other me, you've left out one thing."

"What?"

"The TV." Donald points at it. "It's entirely possible that to whatever beings controlling this place, we're a form of entertainment. Which means they probably don't want us dead."

"... Yeah, but it also means they'll probably make us fight either other people or each other."

"Another good analysis! Finally, you're impressing me!"

The screen flickers back to life with a pop!

"Previously on..."

"Was that Karai's voice?" Mikey says, leaning closer to the screen. "But we don't even know her yet! Why's she opening the recap?"

"You guys have Gram-Gram too?" Leon looks almost... hopefully, at them. "How is she?"

"... She's our sister?" Leo makes a face and turns to Raph, who's smirking and opening his mouth. "Don't say it, I could feel you about to say it, it was a bad phase!"

"Sister?" Splints looks at Splinter. "Our lives are very different, it seems. For us, Karai was our great-great-great-great-"

"She's Gram-Gram," Angelo cuts his dad off with. "And wait! Does that mean she's Splinter's daughter? Here she was Shredder's! Or, the guy the Shredder suit swallowed and made evil."

"In our world, Oruko Saki stole Miwa away," Splinter says, sighing wearily. "He renamed her Karai, and raised her to hate me. She knows the truth now, and rejected him as her father. But it is still not the same as if I had been able to raise her alongside my sons."

The recap ends with the theme song, but after the somber tone, all anyone can muster is some light bopping in their seats. No-one stays still, though. Because it's too good to sit still to.

The song ends and screen turtles all ooh and ahh over the ooze, and Mikey says to drink some. Raph scolds him, and Donnie says it'll turn them to goo. "Either way, it's an improvement."

"Whoa!" Raphie looks at Raph in horror. "Why would you say that?!"

"I was joking."

"He calls me ugly a lot, I think he's just jealous because I'm the cute one."

"Green is not a good color on you, mi amigo," Leon says with a slow shake of his head.

"... I'm a turtle."

"I meant the green of jealousy."

"One other question," April O'Neil cuts in. "Why're you calling the ooze mutagen? Because it... mutates genes?"

"What else would we call it?" Donnie looks a little offended.

"Um, ooze? Because it is ooze."

"If we called every strange, glowing, possible dangerous and definitely gross substance we find ooze, we'd never stop using that word."

"Alright, fair enough."

Screen Leo realizes that the kidnappers are connected to their mutation origins somehow, and Mikey mentions their being alien robots again. Donnie scolds him, "There's no such thing as alien robots!"

Donald scoffs. "We are LITERALLY mutant ninja turtles, but yes, draw your line at alien robots."

"Hey, I thought we'd been mutated by some kind of military substance someone was trading on the black market, alien robots didn't even begin to cross my mind back then!"

"Well, they should have, that'd be one of my first thoughts. ... I actually did think that's how we were made for a while, actually. I'm not jealous of your much more sci-fi origins, no I am not."

Screen Mikey begins trying to pull the "mask" off of the van man's face, only for it to be his real face and Mikey is jsut harming him. Leo stops Mikey, but Mikey insists he's right. Raph stalks forward and grabs the man, Snake, and begins interrogating him. Snake resists, so Raph throws him across the ground. Mikey and Donnie grab both of his arms to restrain him without any hesitation.

"Oh, okay. So you guys are torturing people now." Raphie raises a not-eyebrow at them.

"Not quite yet." Raph is smirking. "Keep watching, I'm still proud of this."

Screen Raph said they used to be regular guys, and then begins threatening to pour Mutagen onto Snake while smirking and insulting Mikey. It pours out slowly, hanging over Snake's face, and he breaks. Leo praises the tactic, and Raph insults Mikey again.

"Leonardo, Raphael!" Splinter looks at both of his sons with narrowed eyes. "That was extremely dangerous! What if he had kicked the canister and splashed you all with the mutagen?"

"Um, we're not scolding the lowkey torture threats?" Leon shrugs. "Okayyy, if that's how you guys do things."

"It is," Mikey confirms brightly.

Screen Leo continues the interrogation, and Snake tells them the Kraang's plans. Donnie takes this as a good sign, claiming that if the girl's dad is a scientist, she's gonna like him. Snake expresses his doubts.

"Donnie... you do know that's not how people liking other people works, right?" April checks in.

"Well now I do! You were the first person I wasn't raised with that I ever even thought about being friends with, I-I didn't know how it worked back then!"

The scene changes to the turtles staking out a building from a rooftop, Mikey in charge of guarding Snake, who's oddly calm about all of this and seems as most A Little Annoyed. They counts 20 guards, and Leo says they need to plan. Raph disagrees, and Donnie disagrees with the disagreement.

"Shellbrain! Oh-ho, I am so using that from now on." Leon grins at his brothers. "Donnie, you'll be first."

"You are pre-planning your insults?"

"Absolutely, it's too good to waste on improv."

Screen Mikey breaks up the serious moment by craving pizza.

Angelo laughs, going over to fistbump Mikey. "I did the same thing when we thought Casey Jr was stalking us! it's the Michelangelo priority totem, baby!"

"Heck yeah, dude!" Mikey returns the bump enthusiastically. He looks smugly at his brothers. "See, someone gets it."

Screen Leo asks where Snake is. The answer is Escaping. Easily. They give chase, and Donnie tosses Mikey voer a wall to check is Snake went that way. The shot stays on Donnie looking over the wall while Mikey makes sounds of pain on the other side, confirming Snake did not scale the wall. Leo and Raph realize Snake is listening in on them, and begin a charade of a fake plan to make Snake give bad information to The Kraang.

"You are a terrible actor," Leon says, voice low and laden with disappointment. "How can a version of me even be that bad at it?"

"I can give you some lessons later, Second Blue," Splints offers. "Just like with Purple! He is a terrible liar."

"Most fathers would appriciate that about their children."

"And I do! When you are lying to me. When you're lying for me..."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

Somehow, Snake is fooled by the bad acting. It cuts to Donnie using a blowtorch, making some kind of metal grips for climbing.

"Those are you goggles?" Donald is unimpressed. "Mine see mystic energy."

"We don't have that. All mine need to do is keep my eyes safe, which they do."

It cuts to Raph emotionally saying goodbye and promising to return to someone, a squishy sound even being use to imply tears. It shows he is speaking to... a pet snapping turtle.

Raph smiles softly, but there's a sadness to it. He misses Spike, all of the time.

Raphie takes notice. "Oh, no, don't tell me the little guy doesn't make it!"

"He's not dead, just mutated. We're friends now, but... it was a bad time getting back to that. ... And I still miss him. You kind of look like he does now, actually. A little less spikey, but just as huge."

"I do?" Raphie looks down at himself. "Huh. I'm not even the same kind of snapping turtle as him, so that's cool. Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, fine." Raph watches as Screen Raph chases Mikey around for cooing over Raph and Spike's moment. "I guess I didn't think about how we'll see a lot of things we don't have anymore."

Donnie suddenly looks sick. "Oh yeah. And people we... failed."

April takes his hand in her. "Hey, we'll find a way to safely unfreeze him," she assures. "Timothy won't be stuck like that forever."

Donnie doesn't say anything. The colorful clan share looks with each other, wondering how they might be able to smooth the vibe over.

"I admit I'm curious about your world's form of ooze," Donald says slowly. "And I'm not the biggest biology fan. However, unfreezing someone sounds right up my alley. So how about when we escape here, I unfreeze your friend and you teach me a little about this Mutagen you have?"

Donnie blinks at him in surprise. "You-you'd do that?"

"It sounds like a fun challenge anyway, I've never experimented with cryogenics before."

"S-sure. Yeah! I can absolutely teach you about mutagen! I uh, gotta warn you, you might not like Timothy much when we unfreeze him. He... may or may not try to kill us."

"What doesn't." It's truly a statement more than a question.

"True."

Screen Leo and Splinter talk about the plan, and Leo asks if he's truly ready for this. Splinter says he made Leo a leader for a reason, but Leo continues to have doubts. Splinter says failure is just something Leo will have to face as a possibility, as all Leaders do, and begins to speak of his old enemy, The Shredder. As he lays out the backstory, the colorful clan's jaws drop.

"He's just a guy?!" Angelo has his hands on his head. "And his armor is just normal metal?!"

"He's also an incel," April O'Neil gags. "And a kidnapper!"

"He's incredibly dangerous, despite being 'just a guy'," Leo says, gripping the edge of the couch cushion. "Sometimes, he truly seems inhuman, not just in spirit but in what his cruelty makes him capable of physically."

"We weren't implying he's not bad," Raphie says quickly. "We're just surprised! Ours was a demon, kind of!"

"Yeah, a huge demon who completely destroyed our home! Excuse us for thinking it's weird seeing the same guy as just, just a guy!" Leon puts his hands on his hips. "Your Krang are smaller and less dangerous, your Shredder is smaller and less dangerous, and it's a little unfair!"

"Now who's green with jealousy?" Raph smirks at Leon.

"Oh-ho, do not test me, Tiny Raph."

"Boys!" Both Splinters shout at the same time. Leon slumps back into hsi seat with an angry pout, and Raph scowls while trying to hide his shame at the scolding.

On screen, Leo is still doubtful. Splinter says that while he lost everything he had, he gained much, including his four sons. Leo finally has confidence in their ability to do the mission, though it fades a little when Mikey and Raph run through. The scene cuts to show April, locked up in the Kraang base, banging on the door and trying to get out.

"Finally, we get to see you in action!" April O'Neil leans forward in anticipation.

"Yeah, not much action here," April admits. "It's a long time before I start training with Splinter to be a kunoichi, and longer before I get a handle on my powers. This just ends up kind of pathetic."

"Hey girl, it's not the skills, it's the spirit! I wanna see how much you've got!"

Screen April teels her dad they have to try to escape, and begins faking sick. A Kraang opens the door and her father goes to attack, but it turns and her father gasps. April immedietely jump up and tries to pull the Kraang down by it's shoulders. It doesn't budge. She even tries biting it, and nothing.

"Why is biting enemies an April O'Neil universal constant?" Leon asks.

"I was about to praise her for it." April O'Neil grins at April. "I did the same thing when we first met Draxum! Except, I was biting a mystic vine cage, not a robot body. Are your teeth okay?"

"I didn't bite that hard."

"Good, because I know that I'd break my teeth tryin' that."

They do the fistbump now.

On the TV, Snake is boiling in rage over the long-winded and confusing way that The Kraang speak, something every single person in the void relates to. The Kraang point out that the van is on it's way, and Snake aims a gun at it. The whole squad opens fire, but it does nothing and the van crashes right into the facility! Snake is thrown by the blast, and when he looks up and behind him, a broken canister of mutagen falls onto him.

"Uh-oh. He's gonna blame you for that, isn't he?" Raphie asks.

"Big time," Mikey confirms.

Snake goes through the horrifying and painful mutation process, the visuals and guttural sounds making the whole colorful clan tense up in exaggerated poses of horror. The next scene shows The Turtles climbing the wall using what Donnie had been welding earlier, and Mikey comments about how it's lucky the van showed up. Donnie is so annoyed that he accidentally hits himself in the head with his spiked hand thing, and Leo reminds Mikey that it was on purpose.

"I forgot, that's all!" Mikey crosses his arms. "It's easy to forget stuff and hard to listen!"

"Yeah, ADHD tends to do that. Just ask Nardo."

"What's ADHD?"

"WHAT?! Other Michael doesn't know what ADHD even is?! Other Donnie how do you know you're on the Au-"

"DAH! ZIP IT!" Donnie panics and whacks Donald on the head with his bo.

Donald squishes like an old fruit.

Now the duller clan all scream, hands on their heads and eyes turned into white discs as the tails of their masks stick straight up!

"He's finneeee," Leon says, picking Donnie up and shaking him a little. Indeed, he returns to his normal shape just fine, rubbing his head and scowling. "Are you guys fine, though? Because your masks are kind of defying gravity."

"What?"

"They're like bunny ears!" Angelo coos, reaching up to touch one. But it falls flat again before he can, and he tears up.

"Well, your faces do that." Raph points at Angelo's exaggerated sad face. "What's with that? Faces shouldn't move that much."

"It's called being expressive," Donald says. "Even I, the most chilled-out bad boy of all us, am more expressive than all of you combined."

"Okay, okay!" Leo holds his hands out. "Let's all just agree that our worlds have different ways emotions are shown, and that's not better or worse than the other."

Everyone seems grumpy about it, except for The Splinters, who both chuckle.

The Screen Turtles continue their plan and break into the Kraang base through the vent. Leo and Raph absolutely put the beat-down on the Kraangdroids they come across.

"Did you just punch robots with your bare fits and win?" Donald asks.

"And... how did you knock them out? Because the brain guys are in their stomachs and you went for the faces."

"It just works like that sometimes," Raph says with a shrug. "Don't ask us."

Screen Donnie begins to wonder about the origin of the metal in the walls, and Screen Raph mocks him for it. They almost get into a fight, but Leo breaks it up by reminding them they're behind enemy lines. They come across more Kraangdroids, and Donnie is shown to be making a very odd shocked expression.

"Oh, god, why did my face do that? Why did no-one tell me my face does that?!"

"It was one time, D," Leo assures. "Usually your face doesn't have... that, happen."

"Oh, phew. The faces are weird enough to look at as-is," Raphie says.

"We just settled that argument, guys, don't start it again," Leo groans.

Screen Mikey exclaims in frustration that he's been saying it's robots for hours, which unfortunately draws the attention and fire of the Kraangdroids. A fight breaks out.

"Seriously, how are you defeating alien robots with a non-mystic fully wooden stick?!" Donald shouts, waving his arms in rage and confusion.

"Kraang metal is actually pretty weak," Donnie explains, "Even Leo's katanas can slice through it no problem. But their glass tends to be extremely tough. I assume the properties are different in their dimension, but I've never been able to prove the theory."

True to form, Screen Leo cuts a Kraagdroid in half, making a Kraang pop out. Everyone else screams while Mikey just hits it and begins waving it around as he scolds his brothers for dismissing his statements. It bites him and he flings it away, accidentally setting off an alarm. His brother scold him, and Mikey defends that he was still right bout the aliens.

"I think those are power conduits." "Oh, that's really interesting, thanks for sharing Donnie!" "Meathead, the conduits are all converging that way, which means that whatever is going on in that direction is IMPORTANT!"

Leon bursts out laughing. "He said 'Meathead' so casually, like it was your name! He didn't even sound angry!"

"Why's 'meathead' an insult anyway?" Raph grumbles, scowling. "We've all got meat in our heads, that's what a brain is."

"It's actually more like a loosely-set gelatin in texture."

"Can it, Donnie."

"I thought jelly came in jars, not cans."

"You too, Mikey."

The Screen Turtles follow Donnie, not without teasing Raph and Raph lashing out. They find The O'Neils, and another fight breaks out as Donnie is left to try and open the door to the cell. He assures the humans he'll have them out soon, and corrects April when she calls him a lizard. They introduce themselves, and Donnie begins to compliment her name when Leo reminds him they're on a mission.

Donnie sits on the couch, blushing furiously and slowly curling into his shell again.

Donald is shaking his head. "I'm with Screen nardo, not the time for flirting attempts."

"But hey, he's right, our name is a really nice one." April O'Neil gives Donnie an encouraging smile. "Who isn't a little awkward around their first crush, huh?"

"I uh." Donnie keeps sinking into his shell. "Yeah, well, I'm, mostly, thinking about... later on..."

"He had some... issues with boundaries, for a while," April explains. "We worked it out, but it was..."

"Creepy," Raph says bluntly.

"... Yeah. That."

"In what- oh, god. You didn't... stalk her?" Leon ventures tentitively.

Donnie pops fully into his shell as the colorful clan collectively yank April closer to their side of the couch.

"Hey!" April pushes them all back gently with her powers and sits by Donnie again. She wishes Casey were here to back her up. Maybe he'll show up later, once they meet on the screen. "Like I said, we worked it out! He's one of my best friends, he just needed to be taught how to act around someone he had feelings for!"

"I was really bad," Donnie says weakly from his shell.

"And now you aren't," April soothes.

"... He stalked you!" Leon shouts.

"Now now Leo," Angelo pipes up, "Maybe he did change! Like Draxum! he went from throwing you off the roof, to helping us in all kinds of mystic issues! People grow and change!"

"Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on him now," Leon says, squinting distrustfully at Donnie while his lips seem to turn into some kind of downturned beak-like situation.

On screen, Donnie is working on the door system while the fight continues. April asks him to hurry, and he points out that it's not easy 'trying to pick a lock with these hands'.

Donnie, still in shell, looks at his hands and sighs. Angelo glances over, some part of him knowing the not-his-brother Donnie is feeling insecure about his being a mutant again. Looking at the other group, though, they don't react at all. Do they not know? Is it common knowledge among them and they've just given up? Do they not realize how clearly deeply it bothers their brother?

Clearly, they all need a meeting with Dr. Feelings about this.

Screen Raph finally has enough and just stabs the panel Donnie had been working on. The wrong side of the door opens first, and April and her father are carried away by Kraang.

"Was a good plan though, boss," Raphie praises. "Smashing solves almost everything."

"Boy, do I want to visit your universe if that's the case."

Screen Turtles run out onto the rooftop, and a Kraangdroids pops out of the door to try and grab them. Raph rips it's arm off, smashes it back through, and puts the arm through the door handles to keep it shut. He turns, and his brother stare at him in mild shock and horror.

"What?" "You, are seriously twisted." "Thanks!"

"Ha!" Mikey crosses his legs and holds his knees, rocking back and forth. "Remember when that was our idea of twisted? We were like little babies, dudes!"

"Oh, phew! I was about to say, our version might be a little much for you guys if that's twisted!" Angelo says brightly.

"Well, now I'm actually looking forward to it." Raph puts his hands behind his head and smiles.

Screen Turtles see The O'Neils being taken to a helicopter and move in to help, only to be foiled by Snake. He's now a giant weed-mutant, with his exposed beating heart open on his chest.

The colorful clan explode with disgust and horror!

"That is MESSED UP, MAN!" Raphie throws a slice of pizza at the TV to try and cover the image.

Snake screeches and blames The Turtles, saying they're going to pay. Mikey comments that you'd think he's turn into a snake, which prompts Raph to call him an idiot, which launches another argument. Mikey calls it 'science' that he should have become a snake.

"Other Mikey," Raphie says, using his mystic power to make his arm reach over to the other turtle and wrap comfortingly around his shoulders, "I think you'll be happy to know that one of our enemies is called Ghostbear, and he was a human wrestler, and when he mutated, he became a bear that can turn into a ghost."

Mike's eyes widen and twinkle as he gaps delightedly. He hops up and jabs a finger at Raph. "In your face, bro! I was right!"

"Whatever. That's their universe, not ours!"

"Then theirs makes more sense!"

On screen, Snake rips his single leg in half, leaving bones and muscles visible.

Once again, the colorful clan cry out in disgust and horror.

"Turn it off!" Splints searches for a remote. "I hate gorey movies!"

"You guys are gonna hate the dumpster guy," Mikey warns.

Snakeweed threatens to crush them, and Donnie tries for a 'Would it help if we said it was an accident?" It does not help, and Snakeweed laches out with one of his "arms"- really just a stem with a bud-like snapping claw on the end. Leo leaps up and cuts it off, and Snakeweed screeches in pain as pink "blood" spurts everywhere, including by Mikey, who begs for it not to touch him.

"Your world..." April O'Neil turns her head slowly to the other group. "... Is seriously, messed up."

"You don't cut off limbs in yours?" Leo seems genuinely confused.

"Uh, maybe sometimes, to this one specific worm guy who can grow himself back, but he doesn't bleed everywhere like that."

"He doesn't bleed? That's more messed up than him not bleeding."

Some of the "blood" gets on Screen Mikey anyway, and Snakeweed regrows the arm. Donnie says it's not fair, and then they see the helicopter begin to take off with April and her father inside. Leo tells Donnie to go, and then helps boost him up to he can get to the landing pad. Meanwhile, Mikey goes one-on-one with Snakeweed until Leo and Raph butt in, chopping and stabbing and slashing. Raph uses the palm-claws and drags them alone the meaty insides of Snakeweed's legs, coming out with pink meat-goo al over the weapons.

"While I admire the dedication to stopping the villain and the ruthlessness of the strategy OWWWWW I FELT THAT IN MY OWN LEGS!" Donald begins rubbing the insides oh his lower legs furiously. "Bad sensory feel, bad sensory feel! Battleshell, compression cuffs for my legs!"

His shell pops out two compression cuffs that wrap around his legs, and he sighs. "Much better."

Donnie watches with wide eyes, drooling a little at the display of the tech.

Scren Turtles keep fighting, Snakeweed refusing to stay down for long. Mikey finally names him as such, and more Kraang come out to make things even harder. Donnie meanwhile reaches the helicopter just as it lifts into the air. He pauses for only a moment, and then uses his bo staff to help launch himself into the air and grabs onto the bottom of the copter!

"Whoa-ho-ho! Look at other Donnie, being a badass!" Leon claps a little.

"Heheh." Donnie flushes. "It was pretty cool wasn't it?"

Fighting continues, with random fart noises involves when Snakeweed is cut up. For some reason. Everyone is confused by it. Donnie continues holding onto the helicopter for dear life above them, and a Kraang pops out and aims a gun at him.

"Oh good! For a second there I thought this was gonna be TOO EASY!"

"It's obviously not easy, why would you- ooooh, sarcasm. Right. I'm not used to hearing it out of anyone other than Nardo."

The Kraang opens fire, and Donnie swing around to avoid the shots. He switches which way he's holding onto the landing bar of the helicopter and swings himself up, grabbing the Kraangdroid between his feet and tossing it out of the copter.

"WHOA!" Mikey springs to his feet again, whirling around to Donnie. "DUDE, THAT WAS A TOTAL ACTION HERO MOVE! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU CAN DO THAT?!"

"Yeah mean, that was super impressive!" Raph is leaning over to stare at Donnie in shock. "I didn't even know you had that much upper body strength, are you just not trying in sparring or something?"

That was like a Lou Jistu movie!" Angelo cries out happily. "It's not just our universe, we've all got awesome action hero potential!"

"You're good enough to have been one of my stuntmen," Splints praises.

Donnie basks and blushes under all of the attention. He hadn't registered how awesome that move was at the time, a bit more focused on not dying, but seeing it now he feels very proud of himself.

On screen, April almost falls out of the copter, grabbing onto the same bar Donnie is holding. He tells her to hold on and that he's coming over to her, but she slips off! Donnie drops, catching her just before she hits the rooftop, and jumps them to a safer spot as the momentum keeps him moving before being able to stop. He asks if she's okay, and she looks up to see the helicopter getting away with her father inside.

"YOU ARE AN ACTION HERO!" Leon grins at Donnie. "You hung from a helicopter, still beat the guys on it, and saved the girl! Why didn't anyone mention that this version of Donnie is a complete badass?!"

"We didn't know he did all that!" Leo exclaims. "Look, we're still fighting Snakeweed and the Kraang! His thing was solo- he does that a lot, actually, now that I think about it..."

Screen Donnie exclaims in frustration as he sees his brothers leading Snakeweed to a power conduit. Leo pulls out a couple of Shurikens, and Donnie seems to understand the idea behind the actions. He debates with himself on if it's stupid, brilliant, or both, while April mostly looks confused. Leo taunts "Stinkweed", causing the villain to hit the power conduit, and then hops onto the villain's head and taunts The Kraang. They open fire again, hitting the conduit and electrocuting Snakeweed as he screams in pain. The conduit explodes, and bits of Snakeweed splatter everywhere. They all escape in the chaos.

"Oh... ew." Leon shudders. "That is... so gross."

"Please tell me y'all have a shower you used after this?" April O'Neil begs.

"Dude, I've never scrubbed harder in my life," Mikey assure solemnly.

On screen, The Kraang discuss how The Turtles have escaped. They decide that The Turtles must die, and the Kraang inside of the suit opens it's eyes and grins.

The colorful clan all shudder.

The camera then pans over the gray corpse of Snakeweed, his mouth still open in a silent scream. It zooms in on his heart, which gives a single beat.

"Seriously... he has to be your nastiest villain," Leon says, almost pleading.

Leo laughs. "Not even close."

"This is gonna be a bad watch," Raphie mutters.

On screen, April is sitting on a windowsill with The Turtles. Donnie asks if she'll be okay, and she says her aunt will let her stay as long as she needs, but she won't truly be okay until they track down the creeps who took her dad. Leo asks if the police will help, and April says they didn't take her seriously.

"Police are useless," Raphie declares. "They kept mistakin' me for all kinds of criminals who didn't even look like me!"

"Yeah, and they threw me in jail with no evidence once just because I was bald!" Leon shakes his head. "This is why we have to handle the big bads!"

"I hear that," Raph scoffs, raising a pizza slice like a toast of agreement.

Screen Donnie swears they won't rest until they find Mr. O'Neil, which Raph seems to not have realized was the consensus. Leo nudges him and agrees with Donnie. April says it's not their fight, and Donnie says it is. She smiles at him, making him instantly blush and back away awkwardly. The four leave, Donnie lingering a moment to look down and wave goodbye. She wave back, and watches as Donnie leaps away before going inside.

"So... is Donnie the main character in yours guy's universe, then? Because that felt very main-character," Leon says.

"I don't think I am." Donnie looks at himself like there could be some physical indication of Main Characterness. "That would probably be Leo, right?"

"Why not me?" Raph seems offended.

"Or me!" Mikey puts his hand on his chest.

"Well, Leo's the leader! Usually the leader is the main character!"

"I think we're probably all the main ones, like Super Robo Megaforce 5."

The screen shows Splinter praises Leonardo's leadership, and Leo saying he knows why Splinter made him leader. Leo speaks of warrior spirit and destiny, and Splinter denies it. He says it's because Leo asked, and that it's about choices, and there are no right or wrong in the heat of battle. Leo says that means he could have picked any of them, and Splinter agrees.

"Even Mikey?!" "Ha-ha, no. That would have been wrong."

"Heeeeyyy." Mikey deflates in his spot. "I could be leader."

"I did not mean you're fully incapable, my son," Spinter assures. "But you would not be able to handle the burden of it. You would need to stay extremely focused at all times, and be very aware of the locations and states of your brothers. You would also need to be able to handle the guilt, and the shame, of battles fought and lost. If it were simply an ability to adapt, and a willing spirit, you would be a fine leader. But it is not."

"... Alright, I guess," Mikey mumbles. "I don't wanna have to make all kinds of boring plans, anyway. I'm better at wingin' it."

"That you are." Splinter smiles at him. "I always admire your ability to change and flow with the shifting of circumstances."

Mikey perks up a little, giving a pleased hum at the praise.

On screen, Mikey calls out that they made the new. Sure enough, a news report shows one of Leo's Shirikens. Mikey is excited, while Splinter says it's a dangerous development. Raph says to relax, what's the worst that can happen?

Everyone from both groups groans.

"I can't believe I said that!" Raph exclaims, throwing his hands up at his own stupidity.

Indeed, the next shot shows a city, with the words "Tokyo, Japan" captioning the bottom. Suddenly the blood drains from the faces of the duller colored clan. The scene within the building shows a man on a throne with two guards watching the news, examining the star. He's bald, his face mostly obscured in shadows, but still visibly scarred.

"So, my old enemy is in New York, and training his own army."

"WHOA!" Leon jumps up, pointing at the screen. "That's the voice of your Shredder?! That is him right, with the shoulder spikes and everything?! Ours sounded like your dad, yours sounds- like-"

"Why doesn't he have an accent?" Donald wonders aloud.

"Okay yes, but also he's super intimidating sounding! Are we sure he's not also a demon?"

"We aren't," Leo says.

"We are." Splinter looks... sad. "He is not a demon. Just a man, who allowed himself to be consumed by his anger and his hate. Someone who was once my brother, and now... my enemy."

"Your brother?" Splints whistles. "Oy, you have a weird family tree. How many of your family wants to kill you?"

Splinter lowers his head. "There are... not many left to wish me well, or ill. Only Oruko Saki, and my daughter Miwa. And it is... impossible, to know how Miwa feels about me right now."

The episode ends with Shredder putting on his helmet and declaring his intentions to go to New York.

"Whoa." Angelo slumps against the back of the couch. "That was intense! Kidnapping and blowing people up!"

"Pretty big first adventure, huh?" Leo says, a little proud. He can think of better ways they could have gone about things now, but for a first time, he still thinks they did pretty well.

"No kidding!" Angelo beams at him. "Ours was too, but we had a pet kidnapping instead of a person one! Well, I guess a pizza guy got kinda-kidnapped."

"Uh guys?" April O'Neil points at the screen. "I think they'll get to see it themselves soon enough."

There, on the screen, shows the colorful clan posing beneath the words Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mystic Mayhem.

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #tmnt crossover #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfiction #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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H, K, N, T, and W <3

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff?

Oof. Um? Idk that I care so much about the source material as I do about the characters. I can make any source material work if I’m obsessed enough.

That being said, I like the vaguer boundaries (for lack of a better word) around movies and comics. There’s a lot more room to play with a characters internal life and thoughts bc those things aren’t as clear in a more visual medium like a movie or comic. Shaping that for an existing character is probably the closest I’ll ever get to writing an OC.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

You know I’m going to say Loki bc you got me hooked in the show. And Mobius, too. I think they’re sort of inverse arcs. Loki finds his purpose and Mobius loses his, and it’s so well-done and tragic and fascinating.

Also, I read a veritable fuckton of books and I know I’ve read some amazing character arcs in those but they tend to blur together. The one that sticks out to me rn is Evemer in A Touch of Gold and Iron bc it’s a FANTASTIC representation of “enemies” to “I worship you, I would die for you, use me like an attack dog” and I know you know how much I love that.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of your choice).

(1) More deeply considered kink scenes. This applies to most fandoms I’m a part of, I think. You and I have talked about this a lot. I just… I get tired of reading kink relationships that are just some iteration of a submissive wet hole versus dominant fuck machine. Like yeah, okay, I read smut for the smut but also the relationship. Call me a romantic or whatever, I guess.

(2) Eddie grappling with the symbiote’s need to eat brains. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel like it gets left out of fic a lot. For obvious reasons, probably. If you’re writing about a guy getting dicked down by his alien goo parasite maybe you don’t want to deal with the in-world consequences of all that entails. But I think it’s really rich soil to dig through and I wish more fics did it.

(3) Smut scenes that aren’t just penetrative sex. Not every likes or wants penetrative sex. Or has penetrative sex every time they fuck. What can I say? I like a variety.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

That I would die for? Yeesh. I think Peter is a lot angrier than people let him be or give him credit for. Wade enjoys his job and would be sad (not to mention a massive fucking nuisance) if he gave it up. The body horror of both Venom and Deadpool are an integral part of their characters. (Damn. I should have put that in my above answer.)

But would I die for those? Maybe the body horror one. You know how much I love body horror.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Teacher/student. (And usually boss/Secretary or employee.) I’m not going to get into why just, BLECH. No thank you. Next.

#ask game #love these questions #you always ask the hard one #and actually make me self-reflect #you monster

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alemonadinixi · 4 months

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Jack's Story, Part 2

The door opened, and he stepped inside. The room was warm and humid, as Ixaena preferred. It was dark but he could make out a shape across the room, about his height but much wider and amorphous. The door closed behind him and a dim light came on over his head, leaving the shape in the dark.

“Greetings,” said a translator box from the shape’s direction.

“… Hi,” Jack said after a moment. This was not what he’d been expecting at all. “Why is it so dark in here?”

“Do not wish to frighten with appearance. Thankful for volunteer, for eternity of Ixaena.”

Jack smiled a little, “I haven’t done anything yet, but thanks. You don’t have to worry about frightening me, I’m a xenobiology student. I know what Ixaena look like.”

“Pictures. Not the same. Yet will comply, if at ease.”

The room went from dark to dimly lit, the Ixaena moving toward him with a wet, slick sound. The deep magenta mass rose up into to a vaguely humanoid form with a writhing base reminiscent of a snail instead of legs. It was right – this wasn’t like he’d seen in pictures. Ixaena in textbooks were emphasized to be capable of taking vague shapes and forms, but always seemed like… jello people. Which was kind of weird, now that he thought about it.

“Apologies,” the Ixaena said, “this one is not skilled with form mimicry.”

“You don’t have to be,” Jack tried to be reassuring. The alien he was here to have sex with was self-conscious? That was kind of adorable. He internally shook himself; he was here for a reason, and beating around the bush wasn’t going to help anything. He started undressing, tossing his clothes behind him. “So, how does this work?”

“Uncertain,” it rippled as it watched him. “Human must inject genetic material, take fertilized mass into self.”

He smirked, his boxers coming off. Yep, I’m standing naked in front of an alien talking about my genetic material. This is surreal, but not in a bad way. “So I just have to ejaculate… somewhere in you?”

More rippling. “Studied human anatomy. Uncertain how to make… want volunteer to… benefit?”

He blinked. “You want to make sure I feel good?”

“Yes.”

That was kind of sweet. “Ok. Well, the, um, genetic material is coming from here,” he gestured to his half-erect cock, “so, one way to – whoa!” It swarmed toward him, engulfing his legs in its lower mass all the way up to his cock. It lightly tightened around him, the soft gooey warmth unsettling at first but quickly becoming arousing. “Uh… Good start. My name’s Jack, by the way.”

He suddenly thought of warm sun on rocks, an impression in his mind he couldn’t imagine where it came from.

“Names do not translate,” the translator box said.

Oh. Was what he’d just thought been it? "Sun on rocks? Sunshine for short?" His thoughts were soon scattered as a sucking motion around his cock started, his legs slowly pushed apart as more of her pressed toward his ass. He briefly wondered what the hell kind of research it had done to figure out how to pleasure volunteers, before all thought fled as it was pressed inside him and he was suddenly very glad he and his ex had tried pegging.

He groaned as she entered, trying to put his hands somewhere but only finding soft… goo.

It suddenly formed firm shoulders for him to grab. “Sun is acceptable. Jack will say if in pain or discomfort?”

He nodded frantically, “Yep, I’ll tell you. Can you do that motion on my cock again, the…” he trailed off as the sensation of being licked on all sides at once overwhelmed him. Sun was so gentle in his ass too, so soft and slick but thicker than he’d expected. It was a strange sensation, having something so soft inside, but still stretching his ass. He let out a tiny sound of pleasure as it went past his prostate, his hips bucking a little as the slow push continued. It was slow delightful torture. He writhed where he stood as it kept going, pushing further and further inside him.

He glanced down and saw his abdomen bulge. He didn’t feel any pain at all. He hadn’t told it to stop, would it keep going? Slowly filling his bowels, making its way up his intestine if he let it… “Pull out,” he said. “Not all the way, but…” his jaw hung slack as it pulled out for a while. It didn’t need his prompting to push back in again. Soon Sun was pumping his ass, absolutely filling him as he watched his abdomen bulge and contract again. This should hurt more, he vaguely thought somewhere in the back of his mind, how does this feel so good…

Then it vibrated.

He came, hard, a his sight going white as all movement around and inside him stopped.

“Vital signs are erratic.”

He laughed, surprisingly tired. “I bet. ‘S ok.”

Sun lost all semblance of humanoid form, instead spreading around him to support his weight. Eh, fuck it. He relaxed and sort of fell into the alien, like a waterbed. “Um. You’re still in me,” he said.

“Fertilization was success. Gene pools are compatible. Require incubation for young to develop. Host organism likeliest.”

“You can tell it worked already?”

“Yes. Can now use to stabilize offspring, provided offspring is incubated and fed until stabilization is complete.”

“Right. The host organism you mentioned…ah!” His insides were sensitive as Sun shifted inside him, as if switching out which part of it was in there.

“Will keep healthy. Observe, keep safe. No pain, only pleasure.”

It took his brain a solid two seconds before he jolted upright, as upright as anyone can sit up quickly on a waterbed of sentient goo. “Whoa wait a minute, you mean me? How would that work?! I don’t have the internal organs for carrying a baby, of any species!”

“No more female volunteers for Ixaena,” Sun said. “Small number, yes. Now none. Only fertilization. Futile without host. Please. Need Jack.”

He felt sadness mixing in with his panic, and realized it was coming from Sun. “Look, I want to help, I really do. But I ask again, how would that even work? Where would you put it?”

The mass inside his ass moved, making him grunt in surprised pleasure, “Here.”

“You’re um,” he licked his lips and focused on breathing. “You’re secreting something, aren’t you? Something to keep me from feeling… worn out, down there.”

“Promise only pleasure, no pain. Will feed Jack, and offspring feeds off Jack.”

Fuck. He was in the metaphorical arms of a telepathic horny-hormone-secreting alien that wanted to put a baby in him. He’d be helping to save a race from extinction, so there was that. And it was probably going to be the most sex-filled however long of his life…

“How long does the offspring have to incubate?”

“One month, Earth time.”

A warm, eager feeling spread through him. It was probably encouraged by the question. One month wasn’t much. Hell, compared to human pregnancy, one month was nothing. A month of great sex and being waited on hand and foot?

“Ok. Sure, what the hell, let’s do it.”

A flood of happiness overwhelmed him as Sun writhed beneath and around him, as if giving him a full body hug. “Thank you, Jack.”

His response became a wordless moan as the mass of goo inside him throbbed and pressed deeper. Sun engulfed his cock, already hard again as a flood of sensations covered him, every inch of his skin warm and sensitive to touch, his nipples hard as it brushed over them, his ass stretched wider as more of it pressed inside. He could hardly think, everything a haze of sensations, his heart pounding as his hips bucked of their own accord, desperate for orgasm.

A tendril formed near his face and he opened his mouth for it. It seemed like the right thing to do in the moment. It tasted like rain and rosemary and honey on his tongue as it slid inside, the speed on his cock increasing as the tendril hit his gag reflex and shoved past it. He grunted in surprise, the urge to cough easing as something loosened his throat. His head was spinning, his ass so incredibly full and now his throat stuffed, he never expected anything like this to feel so fucking incredible…

He came again, more goo shoving inside him as a gush of warm liquid suddenly hit his stomach.

“Nutrients and remove pain,” Sun said.

He nodded weakly, exhausted, and glanced down at himself. His formerly tight abdomen bulged forward, bloated. He looked around in a light headed daze, the tendril in his throat moving easily with him. Sun was still supporting him at a diagonal angle, sort of half reclining.

“Jack is exhausted. Can sleep here.”

He felt warmth all around him, like a thick blanket. He was pretty tired after all that… and possibly a little in shock from the whole alien inside him thing. So, he fell asleep.

#jack's story #mpreg #writing #first post was short #now have a long one #we'll figure it out

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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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Yeah, um, I got problems <3 (incoming snippet! *railroad crossing dinging noise thing*)

There was no sand between his toes anymore, toasty and soft cushions. Not even a sliver of beige. It was nothing but dark, bitter concrete, breathing ice into his feet and through the boots that were suddenly locked around them. The sky was no longer bright blue either, mirroring his eyes and all the radiant sunshine. It was closed off. High but cumbersome, and the same claustrophobic barriers were hemmed around him. Something... familiar. Serrated memories brought to the surface, because he was dropped right back into the scene.

Modeoheim.

"Monster..."

Seph's voice, the alien croak of his words, was what snapped Zack out of his shock. Or rather it was replaced with a different, gripping feeling entirely.

He hated that word. It was poison. He heard it enough for a lifetime and three more.

"Seph...?"

"Monster,” Seph repeated, and he clenched his hands into cement-painted fists. Masamune materialized in front of him, and all of a sudden the blade was whirled around and lashed his way. Reflex allowed Zack to dodge.

“Hey, Seph! What gives?!"

The man straightened, cold, emotionless, and yet his pauldrons trembled outside the statue of ice. And then he whirled around, green eyes aflame. “I am a MONSTER."

"No! Of course you're not, Seph!" Zack squeaked, a helpless crack and plea.

No... no this wasn't happening. It was some kind of horrible deja vu. Time rewound so he had to walk through the inferno again "You're my best buddy! You know that!"

The words passed through Seph like a ghost, like they were hollow phantoms that didn't even reach him. "I AM!”

Then, his limbs began to melt. Melt. Corroding off the bone and into his sleeves. They dissolved like the tarry color of his coat, shaping and forming and twisting into a mound of goo, the mercury tresses drowning, legs retracting as they emerged as stringy, contorted ink, growing and growing, stretching, accumulating, building until he was towering over him and Seph's shadow swallowed him whole. Ink dribbled. Raindrops of starless nightfall rolling off his skin. The only trace of his friend were the piercing green eyes, but even those were hollow, the irises bleeding into gaping caverns of acid, glowering without pupils or light or reason.

He looked like... like—

“A MONSTER!" Seph's voice was completely drowned, gargling, his boneless jaw yawning past his chin and connected only by inky, viscous saliva.

#sanity WEEEE!!!!#fangirl #fanfic #i’ma mess #sephiroth #zack fair #*giggles through a mouthful of food* horror? that is not my style but hey!#even cats eat doggo food sometimes I suppose!

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Hello ! I love your work and I was wondering if you could write something about Peter 1 and 3 finding out about the fact that Peter 2 was low-key possessed at some point ? I'm referring to spider-man 3 with venom, if we ignore the memes and take into consideration the fact that this situation must have been traumatizing for him. I wonder how the other peters would react and how p-2 could talk about what happened to him

He wears all black just like his soul, yet his heart is made of gold.

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“So yeah, that’s how Mr. Stark saved the universe. Killed the big purple guy and his whole creepy alien dog army in a snap of his fingers. Done and—well, yeah, literally done and dusted,” Peter One concluded his long tale with a decisive nod and a shrug. He wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened immediately after that, not in too much detail, and his brothers seemed to sense the tenderness of his grief on the subject. They wouldn’t press him for anything more.

“That’s…wow.” Peter Three shook his head. “He must have been one hell of a guy.”

“Heh. Yeah, h-he was, he was amazing.” After a lingering moment of silence, Peter One fidgeted, shrugging again in an attempt to move the conversation forward. “But hey, now that you know about Thanos and that whole deal, I want to hear more about Peter Two’s alien! What was that like?”

“Oh, yeah!” Nudging their older brother in the side, Peter Three concurred, prompting, “How’s about that space goo, huh? Was it a big alien invasion force like the purple guy’s?”

“Uh…no, it was just the one.” Peter Two allowed himself a small, uncomfortable chuckle. “Not quite as impressive as saving the whole universe. I don’t know if you’d really be that interested in hearing the whole thing.”

“Hey, no, I bet your showdown was really epic too!” Two made an inconclusive noise, stalling for a few more seconds by taking a sip of his beer, only to swallow hard and stifle a cough when Three promptly elbowed him again, wheedling, “Come on, I don’t even have any cool alien stories! I’ve gotta live vicariously through you two. Spill the tea!”

Peter Two’s lips thinned in a rueful, lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well…” He cleared his throat. “It came down to Earth in a meteorite that hit Central Park. MJ and I were out there on a date and it must have followed me home somehow. Maybe it hitched a ride on my bike or something, I don’t know. Anyway, I went to bed in the suit because I was waiting to lure a specific criminal out of hiding—it was Flint Marko, actually. You remember him.”

“Obviously.”

“Yeah, kinda hard to forget the big, angry sand giant when I’m still finding grains of him stuck in my boots!”

Peter Two chuckled again, this one even more halfhearted than the last. “I feel you there—and, um, speaking of things getting stuck to the suits, that’s exactly what happened. One second I was in bed like normal, then I thought I felt something crawling on me, like…like worms or snakes. It was all just really cold and slimy.”

Peter Three sputtered, flailing his hands against the mental image the same time Peter One cringed with an “Eww!”

“Yeah. Not the best sensory experience.” Instinctively sliding his arms over his chest, he suppressed a faint shudder at the memory. “For a second I thought I had become self-aware in the middle of a nightmare or maybe sleep paralysis. I couldn’t move, I-I couldn’t do anything to stop it. It was all over my face and neck, everything went black and then…well, I still have no memory of how I got there or why but when I woke up, I was on the side of a building somewhere with this alien goo fused to my body.”

“Wha—” The disgusted furrow of Peter Three’s brows deepened for a moment before he fully processed the words and they shot up toward his hairline. “Wait, what?”

Running his hands gingerly up and down his arms to quell a phantom prickling sensation, Peter Two kept his gaze averted to the floor but in his peripheral he could still see Peter One scrambling upright in his seat, concern paling his face.

“Dude, that’s—holy—”

“I-I was okay,” he hastily interjected, only to self-correct with a grimace. “At least I felt okay afterward. Actually it almost felt good.” The words tasted bitter; his stomach turned against them. “I don’t know. If it was supposed to hurt, maybe it’s a good thing I blacked out.”

“Wait, wait, hang on, that’s not the point!” Peter Three interrupted. “I mean, I’m glad it didn’t hurt you but it still…all you’ve ever said was that you fought a black goo alien, you never said it possessed you!”

“It assimilated my suit, it didn’t really possess…” He paused, heaving a short, steadying breath. “Alright, it…imprinted on me, bound itself to me. We had a sort of symbiotic link.”

“That doesn’t make it sound any better!” Peter One stammered, aghast. “It stole time from you, stole your memories? You still don’t remember what happened in that gap before you were on the building?”

“No but…honestly, when all is said and done, that little bit of missing time has been the easiest part to cope with. If I could forget everything that happened next…” He was sure the others could hear it when his heart skipped a beat. The old, familiar guilt and self-loathing were creeping up his back, tightening his throat. Peter Three’s hand on his knee, much gentler than his prior nudging, didn’t help.

“Peter Two, are you—are you actually okay from all that?”

Jerking a nod, he repressed the initial urge to maneuver away from his touch. “Yeah. I’ve dealt with it f-for the most part. It was years ago.”

“Okay, but you know that whole ‘time heals all wounds’ thing is bull.”

“True, but I’ve done a lot of work on myself since then. Most days I don’t even think about it. It’s just…obviously not something I like to think back on.” His downcast eyes darted over their worried faces only briefly before tearing away again. “I know you guys look up to me in a lot of ways. I-I’m honored by that but I have a feeling if you knew what I did back then, you wouldn’t be so quick to call me a hero.”

“Hey. That’s not fair to yourself, not when you can stand to be around me.” Peter Three’s fingers tightened on his knee for a moment. “I’ve done a lot of terrible things in my time and you haven’t hesitated even once to tell me that I’m loved.”

“Mr. Stark wasn’t all great his whole life either,” Peter One added in a small voice. “He made plenty of big mistakes. H-He used to be an arms dealer but then he spent the rest of his life trying to make up for it. He turned it around and became a real hero.”

“Like you. What matters to us is who you choose to be now. You’re our brother and we love you—and whatever it was that happened, I think the black goo could stand to take some of the credit for any poor decision making.”

“It was a lot more than ‘poor decision making,’” Peter Two spat, voice hitching. “The symbiote—it brought out the worst in me, everything dark and arrogant and spiteful and cruel. I was the hero of the city and all I wanted to do was hurt people. I ruined my life and the lives of everyone around me.” Finally twisting away from Three’s grasp, he rounded on Peter One. “C-Can you imagine ever throwing a bomb in your friend Ned’s face?”

“I’m sorry, what?!”

“Can you? I can, because I did. My best friend Harry, I threw a bomb at him. I tried to kill him! Marko too. You were better than I could be, Peter One. I didn’t want to save him, I didn’t want to cure him. I ground his face into dust and sent him down a drain without a second thought, like he was nothing. Good riddance. And MJ…” He bit the inside of his cheek against the memory of his hand stinging from the impact. Clenching his fingers now, he dug the heels of his palms viciously into his burning eyes. “I became everything I hated. I was a bully and a monster and—and—”

“And it wasn’t the real you, Peter! You had an alien parasite attached to you, affecting your mind,” Peter Three stressed. “You were under duress!”

“But I still did it. I used and abused people, manipulated them, tore them down at every turn and I thought it was fun.”

“But we know you, we know you aren’t really like that. A monster wouldn’t be looking back on it now and still regretting it,” Peter One protested. “If that’s who you actually were, d-do you really think Mary Jane still would have married you? I think MJs have a knack for seeing through Peters no matter which universe they’re in. She has to know who you really are, even better than we do.”

“Who are you?” she had demanded from the ground, staring up at him with grief, horror and accusation in her face.

“You’re a good man, no matter what the symbiote told you. I know our whole thing is great responsibility but there is such a thing as taking too much responsibility. That creature corrupted you. And maybe you felt okay in a twisted way when it was happening but looking at you now, your friend Harry and MJ and all of them obviously aren’t the only ones who got hurt.”

Curling his knees up underneath him on the couch, Peter Two stayed shamefacedly silent. Several seconds crawled tremulously by, during which Peter Three scooted to reclose the distance between them and slip an arm around his shoulders. Thankfully Two didn’t try to pull away a second time. When he spoke again, it was in one soft, shaky breath, barely audible.

“I really am okay most days. I swear I’m okay. I just still get nightmares sometimes.”

#marvel #spider man #fanfiction #peter parker #peter two #peter three #venom symbiote #angst #hurt comfort #getting to know each other #brotherly bonding #brotherly love #tobey maguire #tom holland #andrew garfield

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