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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 6 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 26

Part 1 Part 25

“We can’t just make Steve wait even longer because some stupid kids–” Eddie yells.

“Keyword kids, Munson,” Chief Hopper shouts back.

“–got themselves in a little bit of trouble!”

“You mean the goddamn Feds staking out their houses? With guns?” Chief Hopper asks. “That’s the ‘little trouble’ you’re talking about?”

“Why is that my proble–”

“Eddie,” Will says.

Eddie stops pacing the length of the living room to look down at where Will’s curled up on the couch, hunching in as the voices raise. He sighs, ragged and angry, but sits on the couch, flapping his hand dismissively toward Chief Hopper. “Just fucking go,” he says meanly. “You were always going to.”

“Boy,” Wayne says, warningly.

Eddie groans. “Fine, just hurry, okay?” Eddie’s nails are ragged from chewing on them. He doesn’t look up as his uncle and Chief Hopper leave the house.

Mom, Jonathan, Barbara, and Nancy are hunched over at the table drinking coffee and analyzing the maps of the areas surrounding the lab. Will feels like his intestines are tying themselves in knots. Mike could be being held at gunpoint by now with the rest of his friends.

Steve’s still stuck on the other side, thirsty and hungry and running for his life. And alone.

Eddie jumps up and starts pacing again, running his hand through his greasy hair. Some of it comes out in a clump when his fingers get caught in a knot. He looks like he’s unraveling. Without Steve, there’s nothing anchoring him here. Will’s afraid he’ll float away.

“You’re not the only one worried, you know,” Nancy says curtly, not even looking up from the map in front of her.

Eddie stops in his tracks. “Excuse me?” he demands.

“Nancy,” Jonatha warns.

“My parents' house is being watched,” she says, using her level voice like a weapon. “Mike is out there, trapped and defenseless.”

“Yeah, but–”

“And I care about Steve, too,” she snaps.

Eddie’s fingers curl into fists at his sides, one of his fingers sticking out strangely, like it can’t quite curl like the rest of them.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but he does sit down, teeth grinding hard enough to be audible.

They go back to waiting in silence. It doesn’t last long.

The door bursts open, people pouring in. Mike first, standing by a girl with a shaved head that WIll doesn’t recognize, Lucas and Dustin hot on their heels.

It’s Lucaus who spots him first, yelling, “Will!” and colliding with him with enough force to send him sprawling partially on top of Eddie. More arms follow one after another. Dustin, then Will’s, until they’re all piled onto the too-small couch, sending Eddie falling off the side with an oof.

Voices overlap, demanding answers Will’s not sure how to answer, where to start. He feels his breathing hitch.

“Alright, back off kiddies, let him breathe!” Eddie says, pulling bodies away from Will until he’s got a little bubble around himself.

Dustin still has his palm on Will’s calf, like he can’t help himself, while Lucas and Mike look at Eddie distrustfully. “Who are you?” Mike demands.

“Mike!” Nancy reprimands, making him whirl around.

“Nancy?” he asks, incredulous, seemingly only now noticing that his sister was in the room.

She rolls her eyes, looking back down to the table.

Knowing the signs of a Wheeler verbal smackdown when he sees it, Will says, “this is Eddie,” shrinking in on himself a bit when they all turn to him. “He saved my life.”

“Cool,” Dustin breathes, but Lucas’s eyes only narrow further.

“In the Upside Down?” Mike asks.

“That what you all are calling the parallel world?” Eddie asks, swinging his legs out from under his to sit cross cross.

Mike nods, “yeah,” he says. “Where the Demogorgon comes from.”

“Do none of you twerps know what a Demogorgon looks like?” Eddie asks, everyone ignores him.

“So everything is okay now?” Lucas asks. “We can go home?”

Chief Hopper, having made his way inside to loom over them all in the living room with his arms crossed as Wayne closes the door behind them, says, “no way kid. The Feds are swarming your houses.”

“Oh, man,” Lucas says, head in hands. “I’m so grounded.”

“And we’re not leaving Steve,” Eddie says, glaring up at Chief Hopper as Wayne rolls his eyes in the doorway.

“Steve?” Mike demands, whipping his head around to glare at Will. “Nancy’s stupid boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Will nods. “He saved my life too."

Mike glares at him the way he always does right before he folds. He sighs, slumping down like Will had just asked him to do something abhorrent. “Ughhh, fiiiine. We’ll save stupid Steve Harrington.”

“You kids aren’t saving anyone,” Wayne says, shuffling into the kitchen and accepting the cup of coffee Joyce hands him with a smile. “We’ll get him.”

Chief Hopper asks, “any idea where he’ll be in there?”

“I might know a way we can find out,” Mike says, turning to the unnamed girl where she’s standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, clutching at the hem of her dirty pink dress. “Can you find him?”

She looks scared to have all the eyes on her, but nods, looking down. “I will find him.”

Part 27

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #my fic #it's 4 a.m. and I'm at the airport. enjoy <3

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libraryofgage · 5 months

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PJO Steddie Six

One | Two | Three | Four | Five

And we back at it again with the PJO AU

The new series on Disney+ right? Like, that's soon and I'm fucking excited to start watching it omfg

Anyway, hope you enjoy this one! A little more Steddie flirting and some of Steve being a goddess's favorite little guy lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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"Your, ah, bat," Chiron says, glancing at said weapon leaning against the side of Steve's chair, "it's effective against monsters?"

Around them, the sound of chewing can be heard as the kids descend on the snacks and refilling cups. Dustin, Max, and Erica in particular have chubby cheeks as they shove cookies into their mouths. In comparison, Steve hasn't touched a thing on the table. Not because he doesn't want to, of course, but because he'd rather avoid Lucas inadvertently biting him (it's happened before, he doesn't want it to happen again).

"Max's mom gave us some Celestial bronze, Dustin figured out how to melt it down, and Will suggested embedding nails in a reinforced bat. So we did," Steve explains, shrugging once.

Sitting in the chair directly to the left of Chiron is Eddie, his fingers drumming on the table as he looks between Steve and the centaur. He's been like that for the past 15 minutes, managing to keep quiet unless he's answering a question or adding a detail about their drive up that Steve missed. It's odd to see him so....restrained, but Steve can tell he's trying to be on his best behavior, likely to give him and the kids a better chance of staying.

Chiron hums in thought, considering the kids. His gaze lingers on El the longest, watching as she sips milk tea from her cup and passes Mike a bowl of grapes when he asks for it. "And you're sure El's powers aren't permanent?" Chiron finally asks.

Steve nods once. "We've timed it before. Worst cases fade in a few hours. Since El and I are related, she can't freeze me," he explains, offering a little more information than he needs to in the hopes of earning Chiron's trust.

The centaur must see through him, but his smile isn't unkind. "I see. And do you know all of their parents? The godly ones, I mean."

Steve nods and points to each kid while listing their godly parent. At the end, he points to himself and adds, "And mine is Zeus, which was probably obvious."

"Just a little," Chiron says. He considers them all for a moment before sighing. "Well, as long as you'll take full responsibility for El and her powers, I am happy to welcome you to Camp Half-Blood."

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Camp Half-Blood is nice.

Steve likes the strawberry fields, he's already looking forward to giving the climbing wall a try, and Eddie's brief mention of Capture the Flag earlier has him regularly glancing at the forest. The kids seem eager to explore, too, with Dustin practically lighting up when Eddie points out the Haphaestus cabin's workshop, Will and Erica looking wistfully at the pegasus stables, Lucas and Max practically vibrating with excitement when they pass the practice arena, Mike nearly breaking off from the group to jump into sparkling water on the beach, and El tugging on Steve's hand excitedly when they pass the archery field.

The tour ends in the middle of the cabins by a fire pit. A young girl is stoking the fire, keeping it going and smiling softly as the flames dance in front of her. She glances up to meet Steve's gaze, and he immediately recognizes her. He's ready to greet Hestia when she subtly shakes her head and turns back to the fire.

Steve forces himself to look away, studying the cabins, instead. There's one for each deity, and several other groups of cabins are scattered around the area like they keep adding more. A path of mismatched stone has been paved from each one to the fire pit, keeping them all connected.

His attention is immediately drawn to a cabin with a cloud and thunderbolt above the door. It looks kind of like a marble box with huge columns, a domed roof, and bronze doors that gleam in the sun. It looks imposing, and Steve can't imagine anyone actually staying in it.

"That'll be your cabin," Eddie says, pulling Steve's attention away. He grins when Steve looks at him, rocking back and forth on his feet. "And that's the Athena cabin, the Aphrodite cabin, the Morpheus cabin, Plutus, and Nemesis. Each has a lead camper in charge of getting new campers settled."

Steve blinks, frowning slightly. "What do you mean?" he asks.

"Well, the kids will stay in the cabins of their godly parents."

"No. They won't."

Eddie pauses, seeming to realize there's a problem. He looks at the cabins, then the kids, back to the cabins, and finally settles his gaze on Steve. "It's possible to visit between cabins, but we've never had a camper, like, not live in their parent's cabin."

"Has anyone tried?"

"Well. No."

"Does anyone live in the Zeus cabin right now?"

The moment Eddie shakes his head, Steve leads the kids toward the Zeus cabin. He feels a little resistance when he reaches the door, but he stubbornly ignores it and crosses the threshold to find an empty space. Well, mostly empty. He blinks, looking over the alcoves with golden eagles and the giant statue of Zeus in the middle. From the inside, the domed roof has mosaic clouds drifting across it with lightning bolts striking out from them.

"You've got to be kidding me," Steve says, frowning as he looks around the cabin. A cursory glance reveals that there is, in fact, a single bed somewhat hidden behind the statue of Zeus.

"I'd rather not sleep with your dad staring at me," Erica says, frowning at the statue before looking up at Steve. "I'm sure the Aphrodite cabin won't be so bad." Despite her words, her tone is reluctant, implying she'd rather not sleep with a bunch of strangers.

Steve closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and turns to look at the kids. Eddie is at the back of the group, watching him with a curious expression. "Okay," Steve says, his tone immediately getting the kids' attention, "I'm going to ask a question, and I want honesty. Who wants to stay in their parent's cabin?"

A few seconds pass in which the kids all glance at each other, silently asking the same question to see if anyone's answer will be different. When none of them raise their hand or say anything, Steve asks, "Does that mean you'd like to stay in a cabin together?"

The kids all nod, and Eddie looks ready to speak when Steve nods and herds the children out of the cabin. He glances at the fire pit, sees Hestia is still there, and tells the group, "Just hold tight."

He strides over to the fire pit and crouches next to Hestia, waiting patiently. After a few moments, the goddess smiles at him and says, "Hello, Steve. Welcome to my hearth. Would you like a cookie?"

Steve nods and takes the chocolate chip cookie that Hestia offers. He doesn't know where she got it from, but he doesn't question it. "Lady Hestia," he says after taking a bite, "I would appreciate your assistance."

"Your father would not appreciate other children in his cabin," she says, her voice gentle and coaxing.

"The kids want to stick together," Steve says, figuring that should be more than enough explanation.

"And what do you want, Steve?"

Steve is about to answer that he wants the same when Hestia meets his gaze. The words die in his throat as he's forced to actually consider the question. What does he want? He wants the kids safe, of course, and they'll be safest with him. But he also finds himself wanting a space of his own, his eyes glancing at Eddie before quickly looking away. He likes the idea of being alone with Eddie, something that likely won't happen unless Steve can put a door between them and the rest of the world.

He takes a deep breath, the two thoughts at war within him. Before he can say anything, though, Hestia smiles. "I'm sure Lord Zeus would prefer you stay in his cabin," she says, a brief flash of dislike crossing her eyes, "so I will work with it."

"And you won't get in trouble?" Steve asks, wondering if he really needs to worry about a goddess. She's doing him a favor, though, so he can't help himself.

"There is little your father can do to me," Hestia says, shrugging as she waves a hand toward Zeus's cabin. Nothing on the outside changes, but Steve knows the inside has been completely overhauled.

He looks at Hestia and smiles brightly. "Thank you," he says, pausing before digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pack of gum. "I can give you something better at dinner, but would you like one?"

Hestia lights up and happily takes a stick, carefully unwrapping it before popping it into her mouth. After chewing a few times, she blows a large bubble, grinning when it bursts a few seconds later. "Thank you," she says, beginning to blow another bubble. A breeze kicks up, sending a slight haze of smoke into Steve's eyes, and by the time he clears it away, Hestia is gone.

Steve stands, brushes non-existent dust off his jeans, and walks back up the steps. "Okay, let's try again," he says, flashing a grin at the kids and Eddie before opening the door.

The cabin has, thankfully, changed on the inside. It now has a skylight in the ceiling, allowing sunlight to stream into the room. There are several bunk beds pushed against the walls and three doors on the opposite side of the cabin. Each of the bunks has one of the kids' names carved into it, and the left-most door on the opposite wall has a small sign with Steve's name right in the middle of it.

"How is Zeus not smiting you right now?" Eddie asks, following the kids into the cabin and staring at everything around him.

Steve shrugs, watching as the kids choose their bunks by throwing themselves onto the beds and splaying their limbs out like starfish. He walks over to the three doors. The far right is a bathroom with multiple stalls and showers and the middle is a storage closet with cleaning supplies. He studies the door with his name on it for a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it.

The room inside is large. Like the main portion of the cabin, the room has a skylight. The walls are ringed with real clouds, all of them fluffy and white and leisurely drifting along. In one corner of the room is a small fountain covered in clouds and tiny carvings of women holding urns and smiling. A small bowl next to the fountain is filled with gold coins, and two oversized chairs are set up in the adjacent corner. The opposite wall is covered in shields and swords with one open spot that Steve knows is for his bat. In the middle of the wall, just above the spot for Steve's bat, a large crystal ball hovers, filled with lightning bolts that streak across it.

As Steve takes it all in, Eddie wanders over to the weapon wall and pokes the crystal ball, the door swinging shut behind him. His hair begins to float and stand on end from the static, and Steve snorts. "Don't mess up your hair even more," he says, grinning at Eddie as he bats his hand away.

When their fingers brush, a tiny shock passes between them, an almost imperceptible arc of lightning connecting their fingers before Steve jerks his hand away. "Sorry," he mumbles, frowning slightly. He can dismiss the other two times this has happened (he was surprised by the pool and barely maintaining control outside the camp), but a third time means it's significant, right?

"Don't apologize," Eddie says, reaching out and poking Steve's hand. Another shock passes, and Eddie grins wide. "It's cool."

"It could hurt you," Steve corrects, sliding back a step only for Eddie to follow. He frowns a little more, backing up again. Eddie follows again. They keep this up, amusement budding in Steve's chest and changing his frown into a smile, until Steve is backed up against the wall and Eddie is crowding into his space.

Eddie lights up like he's won and shifts closer. "You wouldn't hurt me, Stevie," he says, utterly confident in his assessment.

Steve snorts, raising an eyebrow at him. "You barely know me," he says.

"That's easily fixed."

"I could be a terrible person."

"You're not."

"I could be. Maybe this is all an act."

Eddie hums softly, leaning closer until their hands are close to brushing and they're inches apart. A low buzz starts to build under Steve's skin, reaching out to Eddie with such desperation that Steve doesn't think before grabbing his hand. Tiny sparks pass between their palms again, and Steve somehow feels himself calming down.

"I don't mind falling for it," Eddie whispers, his smile softening, and Steve finds himself thinking "it" probably isn't the word Eddie actually wanted to use.

He swallows around a sudden lump of nerves in his throat, lost for words and about to just turn to action (kissing seems like a pretty good action right now) when one of the kids bangs on the door. Eddie jerks back, blinking a few times as his cheeks start to flush. "Steve!" Lucas shouts, knocking on the door again, "C'mon, man, we wanna see more of the camp."

Steve swallows again, noting the way Eddie's gaze drops to his throat, and quickly looks away. He pulls the door open, somewhere between grateful for and annoyed by the interruption. "Have you guys figured out who's sleeping where?" he asks, letting himself get distracted by Lucas rolling his eyes and Dustin shouting about Mike stealing his bunk.

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#steddie #steddie fic #semi divine steddie #pjo au #percy jackson au #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing

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midwestmade29 · 23 hours

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My first Adam Cole story Bay Bay! I can't believe it's taken me this long to write one about him because the man is 🔥🔥 AND it's a AU version of him! I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you all enjoy reading it 🖤 Word count: 1.5k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Cursing, mention of weapons, unprotected sex.

In this story, Cole owns a nightclub and conducts business there. I never specified exactly what "business" he takes care of, but it would be along the lines of taking over/securing certain territories or pushing some kind of product. (NOT drugs)

When you and Adam end up alone in his office, things start to heat up...

I was sitting at my desk listening to Roddy carry on while my mind was elsewhere. He was trying to strategize for our upcoming meeting that was scheduled for tomorrow night, but I just wasn’t feeling it. We had already covered all the bases for our safety plan which automatically made me feel better knowing everyone had a role and a place to be. In this line of work, there’s always a risk of danger or a chance for things to turn south. Safety is my number one priority.

Matt and Mike usually keep watch outside of my office while Roddy is always with me. I assigned Wardlow to my girl to keep her safe and never leave her side. If anything ever happened to her because of my job, I’d never be able to live with myself. The five of us were always equipped with weapons while extras were placed in areas around the club only we knew about. I’ll be damned if a deal goes bad and the opposing side gets the better of Adam Cole Bay Bay.

“ADAM!” Roddy yelled loudly. The look on my face was pure annoyance when I met his eyes, although he didn’t seem to care. “What Roddy?” I asked through gritted teeth. He continued speaking without missing a beat, “Did you hear what I said? I think we should…” but I tuned him out once again. The guy has no self-awareness.

A sudden knock on my office door added to my annoyance. “Come in!” I snapped while rubbing my temples. When Y/N peered around the door, I instantly softened. “Hi, sorry. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Y/N said softly. Roddy interjected before I had the chance to respond, “Actually you are interrupting. This is an A B conversation, so you should C your way out of it,” My mouth dropped open in utter astonishment at how much of an idiot he really is. “Roddy, would you please just shut the hell up? Y/N is always welcome in here,” I scolded before directing my attention to my beautiful girl. “Hi baby, it’s good to see you. Come here,” I motioned for her to join me at my side. Even though she tried, she couldn’t hide the smirk on her face as she sauntered into the room, eyeing Roddy the whole time in triumph. God, I love her! When she was next to me, I swiveled in my chair and pulled her down onto my lap. As if it was a natural instinct, our lips found their way to one another, sharing a kiss that was full of heat and want. Y/N and I didn’t give to shits about Roddy standing in the background likely feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Even with me biting her bottom lip and tugging to keep her lips on mine, Y/N pulled away. She had her fingers splayed in my hair as she rubbed the baseline of my neck, turning me into putty in her hands.

“So, how are you baby? I’ve been thinking about you all night,” I asked while nuzzling my face against her collarbone. She smells like Heaven. “I’m good! I was popping in to tell you that I was going to have Wardlow take me home. I wasn’t sure how much longer you were going to be,” her voice was sweeter than honey, her eyes my favorite color but they shifted over to my incompetent counterpart leaning against the wall. “Don’t you have anything better to do than stand there? You make an ugly wallflower,” Y/N jeered. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of her! I rubbed my chin trying to hide my smile, but my laughter gave me away. Roddy was clearly appalled when he asked me, “Did you hear what she just said to me?” “Yes, Roddy I did. I think she’s onto something here. Get out,” “Get out? What do you mean-” “You heard me. I said get out. We’re done for tonight, you can leave,” I instructed flatly. He knew better than to protest, so with an exaggerated sigh, Roddy grabbed his jacket and sulked out of my office. I directed my attention back to the beautiful girl still sitting on my lap, looking into her eyes, and being immediately entranced by her smile. “So, where were we?” “Well, I was about to go home but I think I’ll stay since you’re free now,” Y/N winked. I got the impression that she was implying something, so I decided to bite. “I’m glad you knocked on the door when you did. Roddy was killing me slowly with his rambling. Enough about him, I’m all yours baby. What would you like to do?”

Y/N had a mischievous smirk on her face as her hands slinked down from my neck to the tops of my shoulders, her fingers creating a trail down to my chest. She began toying with the buttons on my shirt never breaking eye contact with me. With the first two buttons unfastened, Y/N whispered, “I have an idea,” My cock twitched with excitement when the last button was undone. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth, admiring my newly exposed chest while she slid my shirt down my arms. My pants and boxer briefs were off in the blink of an eye after Y/N stood up, her dress and panties joining my clothes on the floor. My cock grew harder from her supple, naked breasts before me. They were just begging to be fondled by my tongue.

Even though our bodies weren’t touching, I could still feel the heat between us. My body was aching for this girl, I wanted her. I needed her.

“Look how stunning you are baby. How did I get so lucky? I’ll never get enough of you,” my voice overcome with lust the more my eyes took in the sight of her naked body. My gaze caused the most beautiful shade of pink to bloom across her cheeks, but her confidence never faltered. Y/N straddled my lap, her tight cunt hovering just above the tip of my cock making me shiver with anticipation. “Should we lock the door?” I asked only a whisper away from her lips. “Someone could walk in unannounced at any time,” Without hesitation, Y/N responded boldly and assertively, “Let them,” before crashing her lips against mine. She tasted so damn sweet.

With my hands gripping her hips tightly, Y/N sank down onto my cock. Her arousal was silky as it coated me, allowing me to slide in with ease while her walls squeezed tightly. “A-Adam!” she cried out. “So f-full,” Y/N wasn’t wrong, I was filling her to the hilt once she was fully seated, and holy fuck did she feel good around me. “I know baby girl, but you take me so well! That’s it, rock your hips and take what you need from me. Good girl,” my praises nothing more than a murmur against the shell of her ear.

The whimper she let out as I took her nipple in my mouth sent a shockwave straight to the very heart of me, her moans filled my office the more my tongue played with it. My teeth grazed the stiff peak before I sucked hard and released it with a pop. I kissed my way over to her other breast and repeated the same ritual, this time it made my beautiful girl’s head fall back in utter bliss from every sensation my mouth and cock were making her feel. My hands began kneading her ass while my face was buried in her neck as her hair cascaded around us. We were both completely enamored with one another, getting closer to the edge with every rock and roll. When I started meeting her every movement with a thrust of my own, everything began to feel more frantic and fervid. “Come on baby, I know you’re close. I can feel it in the way your sweetness is dripping down my shaft. I can hear it in your whines. Cum for me, let yourself go baby,” In an instant, Y/N completely unraveled. Her body quaked beneath my hands as she refused to yield to her orgasm, still working hard to bring me to the land of ecstasy with her.

“Fuck, Adam! It’s your turn to take what you need from me, take everything. It’s all yours!” her voice breathy and oh so angelic. Her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged making me hiss from the sudden sting, but the rest of my body reveled in the sensation. My beautiful girl smiled against my lips when I finally erupted inside of her. I pulled her as close to my chest as physically possible while my cock pulsated deep inside her warm cunt.

We were still melded together as we came back down to earth, my thighs soaked from the mess we made of each other. “Feel free to interrupt all my meetings from now on,” I teased. The sound of Y/N’s laughter was just as intoxicating as the sexy noises she had been making mere moments ago.

#adam cole #adam cole fan fiction #adam cole smut #adam cole x you #adam cole x y/n #adam cole bay bay #roderick strong #undisputed kingdom #mike bennett #matt taven #wardlow #aew fanfiction #all elite wrestling #aew #fanfiction #fanfic #aew fanfic #aew fic #aew smut

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turtlesaus · 9 months

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Baby Michealangelo- TurtleDuck AU

(Most of the design choices were inspired form Pinterest, IDK who drew them cause literally noone cited their sources x-x)

Last Turtle! Later its other characters~~;

Michealangelo Hamato

Nicknames: Mikey, Mike, Angelo Race/Species: Turtle Mutant/Yokai Age: XXX (Changes though time) Height: XXX (Same as age) Gender/Pronouns: He/Them/It Job: Close Range Fighting/ Support/ Artist

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Personality

Bubbly and artistis, yet with a very thin patience, Mikey is the most chaotic of all of them, with his ADHD making him a walking classic ADHD example and clumsy central.

He got to grow up with Raph and heavily rely on his brothers, but quickly master his weapon and ninpo because he hyperfixated on them one day, and got it down pat somehow.

Considered the 'artisti one', he is the one you go to when you need something mapped out, because, despite a poor attention span, he has the memory of an elephant.

He is not allowed in the kitchen without supervision, as last time he got sidetracked while cooking, lef the room, andnearly burnt down the kitchen.

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Power(s)

Mikey's power is like a funhouse miracle set. His abilities are all based somewhat on energy and elements, but it seems kinda random from afar. His abilities include;

Fire generation: Mikey wields a Kusari-Fundō with a laughing weight and a chain that can extend nigh-infinitely. With its extensive reach, he can burn, grapple, and cut opponents/objects. On top of using his Kusari-Fundō, he can also create small flames with his hands, though he is susceptible to larger flames.

Weight rejection: Anything within his Kusari-Fundō’s grip instantly becomes 80 percent lighter, allowing Mikey to manipulate opponents/objects of a normally colossal weight with ease.

Portals: Kind of. Mikey’s Portals are only for one thing, dimensions, and it's extremely harmful to him. He can open dimensions to other times, universes, and realms, like the prison dimension. He has been banned from doing it unless absolutely necessary.

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Backstory

Mikey grew up almost never seing his actual adoptice father, only his brother. He was the one who noramlized the family calling Leo 'Mama'.

With his new sibling he bonded slowly, not understanding how they thought at first, and it a took a minute for him to warm up to them. Afterwards however, he could almost never be seperated from them.

He loves Draxum (AS A PARENT BACK OFF TCEST DNI!!) so much he could probably combust.

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Family Dynamics

Mikey & Leo

Mikey had the hyperactive side of ADHD, and has trouble sitting still to do anything, eg cooking; he is very fast and haphazard, and usually it turns out good, but it usually can never be created again because he guestimates his measurements. Leo patiently teaches him things, even if he forgets the smaller details, and helps him focus of things he's passionate about.

Mikey & Donnie

PB&J Duo, get together well. Mikey will bring Don ideas, Don builds them either with him or later when he has free time. Half of the cool tech ideas came from Mikey's notebook. Donnie loves to coddle and love on him.

Mikey & Raph

Mikey and Raph alone together usually leads to absoloute chaos. One is flusted easily, the other is a complete ADHD attention span presentation. They love each other, and cuddle at the drop of a beat, but don't leave them alone with a lot of energy.

Mikey & Casey

Casey constantly dotes on him becasuse he's the youngest, and has bought him doughnuts on multiple occasions. Mikey would die for him, and so would casey.

Mikey & April

Like Raph, Mikey and his sister act like a mother duck and her child. He follows her around, like Raph, and she will make sure that he gets attetion and keeps an eye on him so he doesn't do something stupid.

(More to come)

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #riseofthetmnt #rottmnt #my au #my au stuff #michealangelo hamato #rottmnt mikey #character art #au #ao3

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strangerwheelerthings · 11 months

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Stranger Things Leverage AU:

(You don't need to know anything about Leverage except that they help people through cons and thievery like Robin Hood, sorta.)

Nancy is the mastermind, the one who instigated the whole thing because of what happened to Barb. Who is knowledgeable about so many things and knows how to piece information together. She's exceptionally adaptable and has many unexpected talents.

Robin is a thief with a knack for languages. She'd be surprisingly good in certain con situations, but absolutely horrendous and chaos prone in others. Steve is trying to teach her how to improve her acting skills, but it's never going to be something she's good at. She's socially awkward and incredibly knowledgeable about the things pertaining to her interests, such as various types of safes, etc.

Steve is the grifter. He can charm the pants off of anyone. He struggles with who he really is but desperately loves this little family they have formed even if they don't know his real name in the beginning.

Jonathan is the hitter. This man has been through some stuff, and he knows how to take a hit. Knows how to give one, too. He has some serious trauma, but he will do absolutely anything to protect the people he loves.

The older group doesn't allow The Party into the thick of things, not to the same extent at least. They are less involved with actual cons and infiltration and help from a distance.

For example, Dustin, with the occasional help from Susie, is the hacker. He is exceptionally good with computers and other technological inventions. He stays behind with the computer unless a situation is dire.

Mike and Will work in law, with Mike and Nancy's original work having an unexpected number of overlaps when she was an insurance agent. They contribute help and support to the team as the need arises.

Lucas and Max are a dynamic duo of knowledge and physical know-how. They sneak their way into cons and fights far more than any of the other Party members. Max has a talent for thievery that Robin fosters behind Nancy’s back. Lucas is more of an athlete than his partner and handles a lot of action alongside Jonathan. Their official jobs have to do with handling the literal business side of things

El is the secret weapon that no one tries to use. They all work to keep her out of things, to let her live a normal life, but she doesn't let them. She uses her powers to frequently help with cases, be it through spying, thievery, or knocking people out. She is capable of quite a lot of what they do, but the one thing she is absolutely horrendous at is acting. She accidentally messed up more than one con by being found at the wrong time and place.

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The original group was formed through various connections coming together at once. Nancy and Jonathan met through their brothers, who are married. Steve and Robin had a tenuous partnership and trust from past crimes. Nancy and Steve had a small thing when she was an insurance agent chasing after him, but they are both over it by the time they team up. Nancy had dealt with Robin's crimes before, but she'd never been able to find the elusive thief.

I'd say they still handle the occasional supernatural situation, but they handle plenty of typical corruption as well. The older group are the core four who run the show while every single one the Party cajoled and snuck their way into the action. Mike figured Nancy out instantly when she worked a case he happened to be involved in. Dustin hacked his way into the coms and made himself their official tech guy. Lucas and Max got directly involved when a con went south, and Dustin contacted them to save the team from danger. Not one of the Party tried to keep the secret from El or Will. They all ended up making themselves at home in the Leverage Offices one day and never left.

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kylejsugarman · 8 months

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I so wanna hear your thoughts on how au squared would change Jesse as a character esp S1 Jesse… like with how protective he is of kids I can’t imagine him being nearly as irresponsible as he was in canon, not with an infant daughter to look after. I’d imagine he’d try a lot harder to get and stay sober, my thinking is he relapsed from the stress of taking care of both Ginny and Baby, and then Ginny’s death just made everything worse as he scrambled to support them so his parents wouldn’t take custody, so he’s still in a pretty bad place and without a support system when Walt meets him. I also think Walt would lean a lot more heavily into the “doing this to support my family” angle to manipulate him, ex: “Do you want Baby to grow up without a future just because you’ve squandered your own? We’re doing this for our daughters remember” That kind of thing

u literally have the vision and the understanding and the insight, u completely understand where im coming from here. jesse is absolutely in a bad place when walt extorts him for the reasons u mentioned: he doesn't have ginny anymore, he can't trust his parents because he knows that for all their concern for baby they would take her from him in an instant, and he (believes that) doesn't have the skills or sobriety or schedule to hold down a job that pays well enough to support them. making meth is basically the best arrangement since there's no "schedule" and the money is good ("why do u do this?" "uh money mostly"), but that's obviously not great for his own drug use so it often comes down to "do i avoid drugs and potentially run out of money to feed my kid or do i peddle meth for good money and relapse constantly??" he tries really hard to be responsible, but it's a really stressful situation to be in and jesse finds himself lashing out in his daily life and self-medicating with drugs to cope with that stress. baby herself is basically the only thing in the world that makes him truly happy and he'll do whatever he can to give her what she deserves

walt, always the hypocrite, is disgusted with this choice even though he's essentially entering the drug business for the same reason and is constantly vocalizing his repulsion. insulting jesse for being a bad father is up there with demeaning his intelligence and berating him for using drugs in terms of go-to abuse tactics for walt, because he Knows that it cuts to the core. jesse will do Anything he wants if walt makes him believe that it's good for baby. in a sad way, jesse trusts walt on that front since walt has much more experience being a father, even though walt's parenting is extremely flawed and just continues to deteriorate as the series goes on, and sincerely believes everything that walt says about family (including walt's insults about jesse's capacity to be a father). walt knows how much jesse trusts and believes what he says, and weaponizes that a lot, especially later in the series once he truly witnesses just how much jesse loves baby and starts to lose his hold on jesse. the whole poisoning thing is so much more painful because the whole time leading up to it, walt is berating jesse for being in this business and getting involved with gus and mike when he "has a little girl at home waiting for him", but he emphatically decides to poison baby Because he knows it's the one thing that'll totally break jesse and get him back on his side. if jesse has reason to believe that gus hurt his daughter, he'll kill him and anyone else that walt asks him to. it's the perfect kill switch for walt, one that he built himself through months of eroding jesse's confidence and sense of self-worth.

in a lot of ways, au squared jesse is similar in that he lashes out a lot and is easy to manipulate through exploitation of his insecurities and the promise of love, but these things go deeper because jesse is even more insecure and even more desperate for love since he has so little support. he latches onto walt despite the abuse because walt is an adult who is at least providing some kind of guidance. he latches onto Everyone. while he may not be as completely reckless as his regular counterpart, jesse tries really hard to repress all of his feelings and anxieties when he's with baby just to avoid making things worse, and those bottled-up feelings manifest pretty violently and angrily once he's away from her and it can be hard to control himself. he just wants to do right by his daughter and keep her safe, but it's a huge struggle and everyone around him (walt especially) is ready to take advantage of this huge vulnerability

#angrylesbianstereotype #ask #syd squeaks #ur making me insane. u are doing some cocomelon shit to me #au squared #jesse pinkman #baby ayuluk #walter white

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normal-is-a-raging-psychopath · 1 year

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ok so I just saw this (@blobvis456) fanart of max with the caption "do you accept the risk?" which obviously is the quote lucas said to max when telling her about the up-side down.

and that threw my mind to this one analysis? or something that focused on how mike was against telling people about the supernatural shit, both as a way to keep the party safe, and also the person. I'll try to find it because I'm pretty sure I rb'd it and I'll link it when I do. EDIT : here (@darkquill98)

I am a sucker for time travel au's. specifically when the future is thrown into the past and reveals something not known (relationships -romantic or otherwise-, personal revelations etc) or when the past gets transported to the future and just see how they're future selfs are, whether it be in a fluffy way or angsty or something in between.

anyways. imagine this. it's the st season 2 finale after el closes the gates and everyone is back at the byer's house. they're planning the sleepover (the party not the older teens because it's awkward still). it's been a long night, and then suddenly there's a long bang or something and two people kinda just appear on the floor of the byers living room (where the party was planning on sleeping).

everyone's on edge, weapons are pointed and then they realize who it is.

mike and max considerably older (I see them as seniors but anytime post-s4 post-vecna defeat goes).

during this time, mike's gotten up to a sitting position on the floor, but max is still on her back.

a key point in this is that max is disabled.

so everyone (present) is surrounding m&m (it's much easier to type that max and mike every time) and they see as mike slowly helps max up and positions himself behind her so that she can lean against him.

this is odd for two reasons. a) max and mike are getting along? mike is helping her? which he'd obviously do either way (see skateboard scene) but still, it's the care and love he does it with. b) why does max need help? why didnt she get up her self?

before they can verbalise this one of the walkie talkies starts spewing static and first, which slowly clears into lucas's voice. future lucas.

there's talking about are they ok? do you know what happened? and so on so forth. it's not really planned out in my head but there are a few things revealed. 1) a reference is made to both el and will working together in order to create a signal between the present and future radios, 2) lucas asks how max is and she replies that it's a bad day and quips the whatever sent them here is abelist because it didn't even bother to send her wheelchair with her.

(max absolutely plays the abelism card wherever she can fight me on this. she also makes so many dark jokes related to it. i think lucas would kinda hate it but it makes her smile so it's fine with him. el also kinda hates it but she finds it funny as well so she conflicted.)

also the way I imagine things, most days max is in her wheelchair with limited mobility, on good days, she's able to walk with her crutches but on bad days (like the one she's having) she can barely move without pain and needs help a lot. (which the party+extended are always happy to give her)

so after the whole conversation, obviously the present have some questions, m&m just reveal that max is paralyzed due to some event with the up-side down but not how (because they're not sure how much they can reveal)

anyway onto why i wanted this. the angst. i want present max to cope with the fat fact that she can't walk, i want mike's guilt at not being able to keep her away, I want lucas's horror because he was the one that brought her into this. maybe will and el feel guilty because it was caused by the upside down. maybe the older members (teens +jopper) feel guilty because they're older they should have been able to protect her.

while i'd like the main focus to be how max has adapted to her disability (speaking of which, does anyone have any fics recs like that?) I also want little snippet into the future to show that despite things becoming worse for a while it's also gotten so much better. i see elumax and byler. or if elumax isnt your thing then elmax or lumax maybe with henderhop aswell. idk, it's kinda flexible ig (excepts for byler even though it's not a main-main focus i still want a reveal because mike to mike chat about their sexuality and relationship with will and el and will learning that theres hope (especially considering it's following the shed scene) and theres just a lot i think can be explored there)

it it was elumax, which is what i thought of, then it's lucas and max finding out they get together and finally act on their feelings, its lucas feeling odd because he's also dating el and he though that el and mike had their thing going on. its el's not sexuality crisis i would say but realising not everything is like in the movies. its el and max realising that they worked through their problems and became friends and then more.

for the older teens idk what but im either leaning towards established jancy whose worked through their issue with steve who is learning he's come to term with it and learning about robin (he definitely make more of an effort to befriend her while working at scoops ahoy) or stonathon. which might require alteration to the canon s2 or maybe not and they figure out how that complicated mess of relationships worked out (which i think would be hilarious cause at this point in time stancy have just had their nasty break-up and jancy are in that weird phase that's like we fucked and we lie each other a lot but haven't defined what we are yet only to find out apparently steve and jonathan are dating?? what?)

for jopper, if they find out they're established and married, I think there's a whole lot to work through, cause while joyce may have had some feelings for hop, that was far overshadowed by her love for bob who she is now grieving because he's dead because she dragged him into this supernatural bullshit and yeah she has a lot of shit to work through. not to mention I think hopper will also need time to come to terms especially since the last time he was married didnt go well.

this has drastically spiralled but whatever.

as a bonus to the previous, give me the byer-hopper clan realising they're becoming a family. jonathan had a new father figure and he doesn't know how to feel about that. hop suddenly has 2 sons. joyce has a daughter now jonathan and will have a sister now el has two brother now. apparently will and el who literally only just met are as close as twins in the future.

can you tell that i really love time travel au's. there's just so much potential.

this has spiraled way out of control so if the beginning and the end seem disjointed, its because I expected this to go in a very different direction.

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iphoenixrising · 3 years

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DickTim Week 2021: Day 5 Winged!Talon Tim au

So. another dual prompt and I really regret nothing about this one tbh. I took tomorrow’s Talon and today’s Wings and made a Winged!Talon!Tim fic. Of course, I talked to the wonderful babes on Capes & Coffee about a what if combination and this just, whew. Careful, it might break your heart a little, but damn if it isn’t an interesting idea.

Not beta read, so don't be a hater :D

Previous Talon!Tim universe posts: The initial idea, Babe and I talking it out, Talon Training Ask, Ra’s vs the Court, Talon and Ra’s, Talon and Ra’s take 2, Talon and Shiva short.

Watching B take on the new and improved Talon is really the entertainment of the year.

Once upon a time it had taken all of them plus more to take down as much of the Court of Owls as humanly possible. Of course, like rats, the Bats knew there would be no way to get the entire Court or all the Talons, not when the upper echelons of Gotham had spent the better part of 200 years creating, storing, training, and obtaining more.

Politicians were investigated, corrupt cops removed, and criminals burrowed underground once word of what the capes did to save the day got passed around.

For the first time in years, crime in Gotham was at an all time low.

But, as the coin flip dictates, nothing good lasts forever. Trouble is always brewing below the surface to eventually rise to the top and try to take over.

Case in point:

The Bats of Gotham have come up against a new threat wearing the signature Talon armor, and the call goes out to all available capes for help taking on the undead mercenary before another crime family ends up in the Obituaries rather than Blackgate.

The fact the Court is still up and running after the Batfamily took them down in a fiery blaze that ended with all their Talons gone, Sensei exposed, and most the ruling families imprisoned or poisoned by Lincoln March, is like a kick to the abdomen after they closed that particular book. Worse, with a new Talon soldier is sighted running around Gotham, another circus kid has been kidnapped and turned into the right hand of the Court of Owls. Dick, with his absolute survivors guilt, is the one to make going after the Talon and whoever is still behind the scenes a top priority.

Which is how they find themselves in the middle of Knight’s Stadium facing down a Talon that is too short to be March. Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin, Batgirl, and Black Bat pretty much got their asses handed to them in the first twelve minutes. Pretty hard to understand until you take into account the new and improved Talon facing them now is terrifying in a completely different way than most undead assassins are.

He knows them.

He knows them in ways that lets him fight fast and furious with vicious accuracy, striking at weaknesses few of the vigilantes of Gotham realized they even had.

He isn't as big as Lincoln or even Cobb, not nearly as old. He hasn't been kept in cryostasis waiting for the next generation to need his skills. He doesn't have creaks in his joints from being put on deep freeze too many times.

This one is silent and efficient, obviously trained in multiple types of martial arts, is highly proficient with or without the standard Talon knives, is a master tactician, counters the majority of their moves with alarming consistency–

and the fucking Talon has wings.

Honest-to-God wings.

Everyone had assumed the metal monstrosities on his back were weapons of some kind, but the glint of steel in the streetlight flash a warning before the lumps moved in an arch, extending far out past his shoulder blades, slicing into Red Hood’s body suit with a razor-sharp edge, shredding the armor like paper.

It’s not enough he’s got weapons obviously made specifically for his skill set, it’s not enough he’s an assassin and doesn’t hold to the same standards of non-lethal combat, it’s not enough that he can use his wings to fly or to fight like he’s using another limb to kick the shit out of them, and it’s not enough that he effortlessly counters so many of their attacks that he has to have some kind of inside information on all of them and their fighting styles.

The knives are definitely a thing when the Talon can throw them hard enough to penetrate parts of their suits in between armored plating, which further drives the theory that this is a person they’ve dealt with before. Intimately. Few people in the world know how their suits are made. Even more, few people know particulars enough when their suits are constantly reconstructed.

The only thing on their side that tipped the scales in their favor–

–the Batman.

The wings threw him off his game, obviously, but not enough to stop B from holding his own with swift and merciless force.

It's like watching a dance of fast and furious fists, blades in Talon's hands glinting deadly in the night, finding B's suit over and over and over until he's made it to blood and bone. He takes every hit the Batman can dish out, head snapping back, left, and right with the volley of jaw-breaking blows and bone-shattering kicks.

None of it gives the Talon pause. When a move makes him drop a blade, another is already in hand, cutting into their body suits, wings flipping out to defend or distract, sweeping moves and well coordinated attacks.

The unnatural appendages are like another arm, another leg, an extension working on the same central nervous system, regardless as to how the Court managed to make it happen.

A jump kick off a trash can is a lucky shot as a wing catches B in the ribs hard enough to knock him into the wall of Mike's Famous Hotdogs. The only thing saving the Dark Knight from a concussion or permanent brain damage is the plating in his cowl.

It gives the Talon enough time to make a final bid for a battered Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin struggling to their feet again, eyes for their fallen mentor.

Before he can lunge forward to start the attack yet again, the Talon just stops, pauses like he’s stuck or something, and in the span of a breath, both wings extend fully, flap powerfully once to propel him up into the Gotham night.

O tries her best to track his flight through the city, but no one’s arms are working well enough to toss a tracker on him.

She loses him over Cape Carmine, slams her palms against her system in frustration, makes sure she gets as much footage from the confrontation as possible.

After some sleep and a whole lot of bandages and ice packs, the Bat family meets in the Cave to watch the footage, breakdown the Talon’s fighting style, his weaponry, and make theories on his identity.

O helps out with readings she has of electronic pulses she managed to capture coming from the armor over his wings. She thinks she might be able to use it to track him if they can get close enough for her equipment to ping the signal again.

B makes a trip to Arkham since Freeze apparently hasn’t stopped producing the formula used to put Talons in cryostasis.

It’s not until Gotham’s power grid has a massive surge that O and the Bats can pinpoint a possible location, all of them invested in one hell of a fight to get the last rats still scurrying in the underground.

The plan of attack comes together smoothly once they’ve scoped out the location, seen the shady activity, and together, they make one hell of a plan.

And because, you know, Gotham, it is completely normal for the Court of Owl's headquarters to have a skylight.

Natch.

For this one, they've got Batgirl and Black Bat, Red Hood and Robin, Nightwing and B, a real family affair.

O's quiet voice over comms leading them through the maze of traps and empty rooms, abandoned libraries and spooky ball rooms. The laboratory isn't the most horrific they've all ever seen (because the Joker's summer place is literally the stuff of nightmares), but a few of them do gag on the smell alone.

The plan, however, goes horribly awry when the clear sounds of tormented screaming echoes from right under their reinforced bootheels.

Black Bat's fists clench hard, her breathing wheezes out when the tone, the utter agony goes right through her.

A shudder slides up Robin's spine as all of them turn toward the noise.

Without a flicker or a word, the Batman moves, strafing in the shadows toward the sound. He can't assume it's an innocent civilian with something the Court wants, but he's betting on the fact that scream will lead them to whoever is running the show.

The medieval room has bars and reinforced locks, implements hanging on the wall. The cement brick is stained rust colored with old blood, the vestiges of training, and the awful realization they've found another hidden niche in the city that always existed right under their noses is punctuated with the abrupt drop in temperature, with the sudden charge in the air, with the zzzzcrack snapping beyond the door, replaced with a muted buzzing Robin can feel in his back teeth.

B is already on his way to the roof, Batgirl down through the floor vent while Nightwing picks the locks with fast precision, knocking the tumblers around.

Robin and Red Hood stay close to the reinforced door, balancing on the balls of their feet, katana and .45s at the ready.

Black Bat takes the high road, ceiling tiles giving way under her Bat-a-rang. She gives a sharp nod before she's up and gone.

"All right. Ready?" Nightwing stands, cracks his neck, flips his escrimas in both hands, works his shoulders to prepare for the strain of each blow he plans to give.

"Ya betcha ass," Hood murmurs low, a cut figure with both guns at his sides, gloved fingers on the trigger guard.

"Don't disappoint," Robin snarls, "either of you."

"Nice pep talk, squirt," Nightwing snickers.

"Tt, back up your mouth with action."

"Better shuddap, Demon. Golden Boy ain't fuckin' 'round. Neither is the Bat. We get one more chance a' this asshole. We ain't gonna blow it again, ya feel me?"

"Finally, something we agree on, Hood."

"Other than N's shitty mullet?"

Nightwing swiftly glares at them both over his shoulder, unconsciously putting himself front and center of the trio, ready to be the first in once they get the signal.

– which is the sound of the glass raining down from the heavens.

Three booted feet kick the door hard enough to take it off the hinges, lying against the faded stains like a fallen body.

First step in the room is the complete opposite to what they'd all been expecting.

The two Owl masks aren't the usual, but a perversion of the originals, crudely drawn yawning mouths complete with fangs dripping blood.

But.

The boy on his knees, arms in a binder holding the appendages hostage at a painful angle, is dripping the real thing. Rivulets down his chest and where his back is partially visible. Some from the base of the wings going into the back of his shoulder blades where the skin is torn and raw.

The bar gag shoved in his mouth doesn't take away from the splatters on his chin, the bruising on his face, the swollen eye. But it's his wings that makes the Bats falter from the initial rushing attack.

His wings are without the armor, are bound straight up above his restrained body with hooks grotesquely puncturing through the downy softness, desecrating the beauty with blood and gore. The angle makes the pull to his back where the wings are part of him just another agony on top of atrocity.

"Fuck," from the first Owl mask, and a swift move frees the Talon's bound arms, the appendages flopping uselessly to the floor, only his trapped, tortured wings keeping him up on his knees.

The second Owl shoves the first back, "let him take care of them. Let's get out of here!"

The first Owl snarls out something low and foreign, the phrases rolling off his tongue.

The words lock into place, and the Talon's head snaps up, snarling around the gag in his mouth.

When his face is finally, finally visible, the protectors of Gotham are frozen in their tracks.

Familiar violet-blue eyes, too-long blue-black hair, cut jawline and pointed nose. Tiny scar on his right cheek from the time he caught Ra's al Ghul's ring across the face.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," is barely heard through the Red Hood's synths and in no way fully expresses his utter horror at what these dirty motherfuckers have done.

Robin wretches, bile burning the back of his throat once those eyes swing up to the masked parody of the Owls and his bare upper body is visible through the blood and sweat on his chest, when the scars peeking through on his collar bones form a half-visible Y-incision, when the coloring of the bared wings now makes sense (robin's wings, Damian Wayne thinks with his heart beating pitter patter fast, and his stomach in knots, they put robin's wings on him...).

And the hurt, agonized noise coming out of Nightwing's chest is the only noise he can make when those dimmed, dazed eyes swing from the Owls back to the vigilantes frozen in their spots, when there's no spark of joy or fondness or stubbornness he's so used to seeing staring him down.

The errant thought, the first instinct, is the only humane way to deal with this new Talon is to put him down for good wars with the man behind the mask that only wants to reach out, wants to pull the Talon into his body and curve over, to scream at the injustice of it all, to rail at himself for not even suspecting.

Another switch flipped and the hooks release his wings, blood splattering on top the old stains.

"Get them! Don't fuck it up this time or you won't get another chance," the second Owl shoves the Talon's injured shoulder in the direction of the horrified vigilantes.

They don't even bother to take the gag out of his mouth before setting him on his target.

A flap of wings, and the Talon is on his feet again, swaying only slightly. He's in the boots and pants from earlier, the rest of his uniform tossed carelessly behind him by his tormentors. A sweep of his feet and the knives glint in bare palms, a whisper of a sound.

The curved, clawed blade glints in the overhead light when the Talon raises it and cuts the strap of the bar gag in his bloody mouth, turns his head to spit it out without looking away from the vigilantes.

The Batman, grim and stoic in the face of this surprising turn of events, gives the barest nod. From her hiding spot behind the complex machinery, Black Bat takes off after the running Owl members, leaving the rest of the family to deal with their former third Robin.

The wings flinchingly flare out and their former bird hunches over, ready for the attack.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” the Red Hood removes the helmet, leaves the domino underneath. He keeps one hand out in peace, slowly dipping down to put his helmet on the ground. “Is us, Tim. Timmy. Baby Bird. Is us. Yer family. Gotta lookit us, yeah?”

For the first time, the Talon speaks, “who’s Tim?”

And then he lunges.

The fight happens very differently this time.

The former power behind the punches is obviously dulled with the Talon’s identity reveal. He doesn’t hold back, is utterly ruthless with his attacks. He takes out B’s right knee, puts Hood down on the stained floor, knocks Robin into the wall with crushing force, and slams Batgirl’s head off the operating table.

He stands over Nightwing, wicked blade in hand and robin’s wings spread wide. He takes a knee, the sharp edge right above N’s adam’s apple, staring down impassively into the whiteouts.

“Timmy,” N spits blood, grunting when one knee pins his arm down. “Timmy, please. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I love you and I’m sorry they did this to you.”

Those eyes don’t change in the slightest. “You should not have tried to oppose the Owls.”

“We beat them once,” Nightwing gasps, “and you helped us, Baby Bird. You were with us then, don’t you remember.”

“I was nothing before the Court perfected me,” the Talon replies emotionlessly.

“You were perfect before they ever touched you.”

“No,” and the Talon leans down, puts them a breath away. “The only thing you and those others do is put the criminals back in prison, back in Arkham for them to escape again, for them to kill and destroy over and over again. Like this, I can stop them permanently.”

“Oh Timmy,” and behind the whiteouts, Nightwing’s eyes spill over, his vision wavery. “Timmy–”

“Don’t call me that. Stop calling me that.”

“You know me, you know us. You have to remember–”

“Lies. All of it lies!”

Nightwing’s chest stutters, his fist clenching, “it’s not. None of it is. Not even this–”

And he’s fast enough to grab the back of the Talon’s neck, to lean up enough against the blade pressed against his throat, can bring their mouths together, can kiss him like he’s dying and the Talon is the only thing that can save him.

It’s sloppy and awkward because the Talon doesn’t know what’s happening, gasps against the vigilante’s mouth. The tongue sliding over his, the muffled moan in his mouth sparks something in the back of his brain where the Court of Owls could never touch.

When Nightwing pulls back, stares up at wide violet-blue eyes, when the blade falls away to clatter against the block, when the Talon’s mouth trembles and tears fill his eyes, when his wings flutter and falter, fold in on them both, when his voice goes hoarse with, “D-Dick?” Nightwing throws both arms around his waist and holds on.

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moonyy-writes · 3 years

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ship in a bottle (1)

levi ackerman

word count: 2k

summary: “We’re gonna make this short and sweet, who are you and what are your intentions?” Levi sharply asked, cooly leaning against the wall and watching her every reaction. Her gaze went down to her hands as she played with the blanket covering her. “I-I can’t remember much.” Levi narrowed his eyes and stalked closer to her. Alice steeled her nerves and managed to stand her ground. “I don’t care if Mike says you don’t smell like a traitor, as of right now I consider you one and that’s how you will be treated. Understand?”

A strange girl washes up on a ship and that particular ship has a steely eyed man suspicious of her every move.

a/n: just your standard pirate au for aot, you know how it is lmao

also check out the song ship in a bottle by fin! that’s my inspiration for this story(and also the pirates of the caribbean movies lol)

“Sir! There’s a girl, she’s laying on the driftwood.” Someone shouted. Most of the crew began crowding the side of the deck, pointing and whispering. A young girl was lying amidst the remains of a brutal battle. Bodies and splintered wood were among the many things floating in the wreckage. But somehow, she remained unscathed.

Levi observed the scene for a moment, “Lower a boat and bring her aboard.”

As she was pulled onto the ship everyone remained silent, waiting for Levi to make a decision. They simply watched in silence as he began inspecting the stranger. He walked around her a few times before kneeling by her head; he reached a hand out, gently pushing her wet hair away from her face. His thumb lightly stroked the scar that ran from right under her jaw to below her cheekbone. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what he was doing, everyone’s eyes on him. He stood up quickly and steeled his expression as he turned to the crew.

“Someone take her below deck,” He barked out, “We’ll see what the Captain wants to do with her.”

Mikasa and Sasha managed to drag her below and lay her on a cot, while everyone else scrambled back to work. Although they were still whispering amongst each other. Levi stood to the side, deep in thought, as Mike and Hange came over, having previously observed the situation from afar.

“That was a weird little, uh, thing you did there Levi,” Hange teased, raising a brow. “Wanna tell us what that was about?”

“I don’t have the faintest clue what you’re talking about.” He deadpanned, not bothering to give Hange the satisfaction of her joke.

“I think you know exactly what I’m-”

“Hange, leave Levi alone.” Mike mumbled, suddenly sniffing the air. “Wait, do you guys smell that? Smells like a lovesick pirate.” He stated with a smug smile.

Levi glared at the duo and elbowed them as he passed, “We have no idea who she is, she could be from the enemy. A spy perhaps.”

“Now now Levi, I don’t think a girl like her would be working for-”

“Doubt like that is what will get you killed, appearance means nothing.” Levi spat out, “I’d go make yourselves useful before Erwin shows up. He’s going to be interested in this new guest.”

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Erwin spent a few minutes observing the girl as she laid there, taking note of every little thing about her appearance and committing it to memory in the case that she truly was a spy. He searched for anything familiar, but came up blank.

“We can’t just blindly trust her. She could be working with the enemy.” Levi frowned.

“Not everyone is working for people against us, Levi. She seems like she genuinely needs help.” Erwin said, not bothered by Levi’s attitude. “Don’t forget it was your idea to bring her onboard, this was your call.”

“You say that now until we’re being attacked because she ratted us out.” Levi grouched, his frown deepening as he ignored Erwin’s comment.

Before Erwin could respond, their conversation was interrupted by frantic coughing. The pair watched as the girl bolted upright and choked out the water that had filled her lungs. She breathed heavily as she placed her hand on her chest in an attempt to calm her breathing. Her eyes scanned the room in a panic.

Levi cleared his throat causing the girl to wildly look at him, her hands slightly shaking as she gripped the edge of the cot.

“We’re gonna make this short and sweet, who are you and what are your intentions?” Levi sharply asked, coolly leaning against the wall and watching her every reaction.

Her gaze went down to her hands as she played with the blanket covering her. “I-I can’t remember much.”

Levi opened his mouth, only to be cut off by an even sharper glare from Erwin, “Then tell us what you do remember.”

She glanced up and took a deep breath. “I remember screaming and gunshots, then...then all of a sudden silence. It was...warm, comforting even. I’m not sure why I was on that boat, I-” She stopped, her eyes becoming glossy.

Erwin looked at Levi, who only shrugged. “Do you remember your name?”

“Alice.”

“Okay Alice, welcome to the Maria.” Erwin introduced, with a proud smile.

Alice’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, her demeanor suddenly becoming guarded. “So you’re pirates?”

Levi pushed himself off the wall and strutted over with a raised brow, “And so what if we are, got a problem with that?” His hand lightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

Alice only groaned and shoved her face into her hands as she mumbled. “Of course I’m on a pirate ship, this is just my luck. From one ship to the next. I just can’t escape.”

“Hey missy, if you want to keep mumbling then we can arrange for you to be at the bottom of the sea instead.” Levi interjected, a more than bored look on his face.

Erwin gave Levi the standard “calm down” look before turning back to Alice, “It will be an adjustment, but we have to ask you a few more questions.”

~~~~

After extensive questioning, Alice was given new clothes, loose brown breeches and a poofy sleeved white shirt with a violet corset. She wasn’t accessorized with weapons, like everyone else was, as Levi claimed she was still too “dangerous.”

Alice sat on the ground while Sasha and Mikasa sat on the cot behind her. Sasha braiding her hair as Mikasa watched. They seemed to have some kind of unspoken kinship, considering they were some of the only females around.

“You’ll get used to it soon enough,” Sasha said, “Most places aren’t safe for women, but here. Here...it’s safe.”

Mikasa nodded, “We’re family.”

Alice turned her head slightly and looked at the pair, noticing their sympathetic expressions. Maybe they were in her situation before.

“I don’t know if it ever will,” Alice began, “I don’t even know if I can trust anyone here.”

Sasha patted her shoulder as she stood, “It’ll get better, it really will.”

Mikasa gave her a small smile as they passed and made their way above deck. Alice stayed on the ground for a few moments more, reveling in her last few moments of peace.

~~~~

The salty breeze brushed Alice’s face as she walked across the deck, breath taken by the beauty of the open sea. The waters were deep blue and the waves calmly shook the boat. She had only stood to the side and observed everyone work, unsure of where to even begin.

“You must be the new girl!” Alice turned and spotted an energetic woman with big glasses walking her way. She had a green patterned bandana wrapped around her messy brown hair and then black pants, with a white button down loosely tucked in.

She nodded slightly, before the woman wrapped her arm tightly around her. “I’m Hange, the quartermaster. I’m basically second in command should anything happen to Captain Erwin. And you are?”

“Uh, I’m Alice.”

“Nice to meet you uh Alice!” Hange teased and dragged her further across the ship. “I figured I’d introduce you to some people, especially since it seems you’re gonna be here for quite a while.”

They made their way to a pair of guys shouting at each other, one tall with a sandy mullet and the other shortish with a close buzzcut and a monmouth cap. They seemed to be arguing over a knot in the rope.

“Now these two here are Jean and Connie, quite the duo if you ask me.” Hange mumbled under her breath. “Boys, say hi to Alice!”

They both stopped and their faces flushed in embarrassment. Alice meekly waved from under Hange’s tight grip, but they only continued to stare. Particularly at her scar.

“Alrighty, moving on.” Hange concluded, “I swear, all this testosterone is making these boys awkward. Well, more awkward than normal.”

Next, they walked to a pair of adults, an abnormally tall man with hair in his eyes and a shorter woman with a blonde pixie cut.

“Here we have Mike and Nanaba, if you ever need anything they’re the people to go to.” Hange said, “This is Alice.”

Nanaba came right up to her and shot her hand out and grabbed onto one of her blonde curls. “My, your hair is beautiful.” She exclaimed, “It makes me regret cutting mine.”

“Thank you,” Alice mumbled back as she ducked her head down, not used to compliments or the attention.

“It’s quite the pleasure to meet you dear,” Nanaba continued, giving her a gentle smile before backing up. Giving Mike the perfect opportunity to come over and give Alice a big sniff, causing her to tense up and push Hange in front of her quickly.

Mike turned to Hange with a questioning stare, “She doesn’t smell like a traitor. In fact, she just smells like a regular girl.”

Hange’s expression became thoughtful, but it turned back to excitement just as quickly. “I’ll take note of that for Erwin and Levi. See you guys later!” She grabbed Alice by the arm and rushed away from them. “That’s how Mike greets people, he has the strongest nose I’ve ever seen. Can whiff out a two-timer in seconds. But you have his stamp of approval, so that’s one step in the right direction!”

They continued the tour, with Alice meeting Eren, then Moblit and Armin, who helped navigate the ship and was driven by his strong passion for the ocean. By the time Hange had shown her every nook and cranny of the ship, it was meal time. The cook, a blonde haired man named Niccolo, had made biscuits and sausage gravy. Most of the Crew, except Levi and Erwin, gathered around on barrels to eat and play card games. Alice sat between Mikasa and Sasha, not missing the longing glances Sasha sent Niccolo every few minutes.

The moon had long since risen before they had slowly trailed off to bed. Each person going down one by one, drowsily stumbling down the stairs.

“Alice, me and Mikasa are going to bed now if you’d like to come with us.” Sasha offered, watching Alice at the side of the boat peering up at the night sky.

“I’ll be down in a bit, I want to look at the sky for a bit longer.”

“Goodnight then,” Sasha whispered as the floor creaked as she made her way below deck.

Alice’s moments of peace were interrupted by a grumpy and mildly suspicious Levi. “What are you doing up here...alone?”

“Gazing at the night sky,” Alice answered without turning. Levi frowned at her inattention, but soon joined her. They were both silent as they stared at the stars.

“Do you see that constellation?” Alice said, pointing at a bright collection of stars. “That’s Ladon, he was a hundred headed dragon that guarded Hera’s golden apple tree. But one day, the mighty hero Hercules lulled him to sleep by playing music and killed him. In her sadness, Hera sent him into the stars and that’s where he’s been ever since.”

Alice was only met with silence, she frowned and turned to Levi, who was incredulously staring at her. “You believe that stuff?”

“Well not necessarily,” she mumbled, deflated. “I do love the stories though. Helps you make some kind of sense of the world.”

“You’re still playing the memory loss card?” Levi groaned.

Alice calmly looked to him, “I’m not playing, I genuinely can’t remember. I have bits and pieces, but it’s foggy. When I remember, I’ll make sure to tell you.”

Levi narrowed his eyes and stalked closer to her. Alice steeled her nerves and managed to stand her ground. “I don’t care if Mike says you don’t smell like a traitor, as of right now I consider you one and that’s how you will be treated. Understand?”

“Loud and clear, sir. Now I must be getting to bed. Goodnight.” She spun on her heel and kept her chin up as she made her way to the stairs, not looking back to Levi. As she laid down, she tried to remember more of her past. But the soft lulling of the ship drifted her to sleep.

#moony writes #aot levi #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #pirate au #slow burn

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harringtown · 4 years

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time’s gonna take me - pt. 2

this fic is so goddamn fun all I do is make references to the og au and cackle to myself alone in my backyard and continue writing. a bit more introductory stuff before we get into the actual plot, which will be next part!! also: yes, I did spend a ridiculous amount of time researching target’s history

catch up here

Summary: After the events of Time Flies By, the reader makes it back to 2019, with Steve in tow. But the Upside Down and the scientists trying to weaponize it aren’t finished, leading Steve and the reader to find allies in the original party, as well as their children, to stop them once and for all.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: cursing

“Anyone else having flashbacks?”

The voice, familiar but different - a little deeper, rougher, older - rouses you from sleep, and your eyes snap open. The room is unfamiliar, but the memories of the night before slide back into place, and you recognize it as Robin and Reagan’s guest bedroom. Curled up against you, his chin tucked and back arched like a sleepy child, is Steve, unstirred by whatever woke you.

You catch movement across the room and you push to a sitting position to find yourself staring at a room full of somewhat familiar faces.

They’ve all aged over thirty years, with the youngest nearing 50 and the oldest edging toward 55, but they’re unmistakeable. After all, you saw them only yesterday.

Lucas, the tallest of the group, is still thin like he was as a child, but he’s grown into his form; it’s less gangly and more certain, like he’s carrying confidence. Max stands with an arm around him, her hair just as fiery red as you remember, save for a few streaks of gray. Dustin’s curly hair is cut short, just long enough for the coils to be visible. El reminds you of Cobie Smulders, with that same light brown hair and intense gaze. Mike, too, has grown out of his gangly awkwardness, and stands with certainty next to El. Will is perhaps the most unrecognizable, but not because his appearance drastically changed - though, he’s got a real Jude Law vibe going on that you weren’t expecting. It’s the way he holds himself, like he isn’t concerned about taking up space anymore.

Nancy’s hair is darker, grown out and curled, but she has that same kindness - and wariness - in her eyes, and Jonathan, beside her, still, somehow, has nearly the same hair after all these years.

“Holy shit,” you say, and elbow Steve, not moving your gaze from the Party - grown up, but still your party. He grumbles, rolling, but when he doesn’t stir, you nudge him again.

“Okay, okay, I’m up,” he groans, pushing up. When he sees the others, he jumps, cursing. “Jesus-” His eyes go wide, and he scans them. “Holy shit.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Holy shit,” he says again.

“We get it,” Dustin says. “The shit is holy.”

“Dude,” Steve says, pushing up further and shaking his head. “You got old.”

“And you still can’t grow facial hair,” Mike says, one side of his mouth quirking up. El smiles, but rolls her eyes.

Steve frowns, and says, “Not cool.” He looks to you, then back at the others. “You know, the whole staring-creepily-at-sleeping-kids thing is much creepier now that you’re old.”

“Call me old one more time, Harrington,” Lucas says.

“He’s just bitter about the gray hairs,” Max says, patting his chest with a smirk.

“Can’t blame us, can you?” Nancy asks. “We have been waiting thirty five years. What’s a little fun for old times sake?”

“As Terry would say,” says Mike, “TBT.” Eleven laughs.

“You’re just lucky I’m not naked,” Steve says pointedly. You snort, rolling your eyes.

“Well, considering you’re dating the person in the bed, all bets are off,” she says. Her gaze flicks to yours, and she smiles before looking to the others. “Alright. Enough is enough. Let’s give the lovebirds time to put pants on.”

None of the Party brought their kids, but there are significant others waiting in the living room that neither you nor Steve have met. It’s odd, as they immediately greet you with smiles and hugs, having heard stories about you and seen the photos, but neither of you have any familiarity with them.

Will’s husband, Alex Mendez, is a handsome man, and he wears a shirt bearing the name of an animal shelter, which automatically makes him more attractive. He’s not as quiet as Will, but he makes him laugh, and has an infectious smile.

Dustin’s wife, Luna, is another teacher at the middle school. She’s exactly what you expected out of Dustin’s spouse: kind, funny, and warm. She constantly ruffles his hair, making you believe the haircut is new, and she’s used to curls to mess up.

And of course, there is Reagan and Kaitlyn, who you met the night before.

You’re grateful not to meet the kids yet, though you are excited, but even just this commotion is overwhelming. There’s a lot to catch up on, and with a handful of teenagers, it would be even harder.

They all work at the movie theater in town, and seeing as Steve needs to be taken shopping, you plan on just stopping in once you’ve settled back into your world and Steve has begun to settle into his new one.

You keep a constant eye on him, as if waiting for him to crack. You remember how overwhelming it was to go back in time, but you can’t imagine what it’s like to go forward. Whereas you lost technologies and the chaos of the modern world, Steve is being thrown right into it, with no preparation or idea what he’s gotten into.

Overall, he seems happy. He talks to the others and laughs with them and listens as they recount their pasts.

A few hours after they arrive, you slip off to the kitchen, stopping in front of the sink and gripping the edge tightly.

“Hiding?”

You turn, and find Robin standing in the doorway with a cocked brow. You roll your eyes, turning and leaning against the sink, folding your arms. After a beat, your lips pull into a thin line.

“Do you think I…ruined his life?”

“He didn’t exactly give you the choice when he jumped in after you,” she says. “You didn’t do anything. He decided to come with you.”

“But what if he decides he wants to go back? Or decides he hates it here? Hates me?”

“You’ve met Steve Harrington, right?” She asks. “He’s been in love with you since the moment you broke into his house.” She pauses, and says, “You know, as much as I missed him, and I did miss the dingus, I don’t think he’d have been happy if he stayed.”

“Maybe.”

She shrugs, and says, “Maybe not. We can’t know what might have happened if we made a different choice. And you don’t know what will come out of this one. So, maybe instead of worrying, you should just enjoy the fact that you’re both here, and that it’s good.”

You smile.

“When did you get so wise?”

“I’ve always been wise,” she says, grinning. She crosses the kitchen, wrapping you in a hug. “I missed you, kid.”

“I missed you, too,” you say, and squeeze her tight.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Steve asks, sitting cross legged on the bed with an Ipad on his knees. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing with it, but Reagan handed it over for him to mess around on for a bit, and he’s like a toddler with the thing, doing nothing but playing angry birds for the last thirty minutes. He’s a little late to the game, but his delighted noises when he succeeds at a level are too adorable for you to chide him.

You nod, dropping down onto the bed beside him. He sets the Ipad down, and shifts toward you.

“I need to do this on my own. And my parents will already be angry enough with me. I don’t need them putting that on you.”

“And this is the best way to do it?”

Your stomach churns, but you nod, and say, “Lucas and Reagan talked to me about it. They said that if we go the kidnapping route, it starts a manhunt, and we sure as hell can’t tell them the truth. The most believable thing, and the easiest to deal with, is everyone thinking I just…ran off.”

Steve frowns, reaching out and trailing his fingers down your arm, his brows knit together.

“What will people say?”

“That I’m just another idiot teenager who lost their shit, skipped town, and came crawling back.”

“That’s not you,” Steve says, straightening, his frown deepening. He shakes his head, raking a hand through his hair. “I hate thinking about anybody giving you shit. You basically saved the world. You didn’t just…run away.”

You give him a sympathetic smile, letting a hand settle against his cheek. He leans into it, letting out a breath.

“I know that. You know that. And our friends know that.”

“You had a life here,” Steve says.

“It was never all that good,” you say with a shrug. You smile, and say, “I kinda like this new one.”

A smile tugs on Steve’s lips and he dips toward you, brushing his lips against yours. It’s not a heated kiss, not one with sparks or overwhelming passion, but one of comfort, of knowing that when you walk out the door, you’ll come back and he’ll still be here, waiting for you.

He pulls away, dipping his forehead against yours for a beat before tilting his chin up and kissing you again, softly.

“Come back to me, okay?” He asks. You pull back and smile.

“Always.”

It takes him a while to get the hang of the thing Reagan gave him - eyepad? - but once he figures out how to navigate the thing, he momentarily ditches the game - with the intention to return to the cute little birds, of course - in favor of research.

He’s put off asking the question since you and he stepped through the gate yesterday. He knows that time has passed, a lot of it, and the chance of finding any piece of his old life is slim. Even if his parents are alive and well and living in Hawkins, he can’t exactly go knock on their door, and he isn’t sure he’d want to, anyway.

Well, that’s not completely true. If he’s honest with himself, he misses his mom. Not the way she was when he left, quiet and timid and checked out, but the mom she was when he was younger. She’d tucked him in and read stories and sling him up on her shoulders to run around the house.

He finds a few articles about his disappearance, but it was chalked up to be just another case of a teenage runaway. He follows those trails, and finds information about his father first.

Richard ‘Dick’ Harrington - aptly named - is alive and well and living in Seattle, where he moved after the death of his wife in 2012.

Steve’s stomach drops, and he lets the black rectangle fall out of his hands, the bright screen hidden by the bed. Unexpected tears well in his eyes, sadness rocking into him and settling heavily atop his limbs.

He knew what it meant when he made the plan to follow you through the gate. He knew what he was giving up, what he was risking. And he’d make the same choice again, and again, and again. But that doesn’t make the loss any easier to bear.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been laying on the bed when you come in, tears raking rivers down his cheeks, but when the door opens and you step in, your face is as red as he imagines his is.

He pushes to a sitting position, and he doesn’t need to ask what’s wrong: it didn’t go well with your parents, as expected.

“Hey,” he says softly. You close the door behind you, frowning at his glistening eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, voice thick with tears.

“My mom’s dead,” he says. “You?”

“My parents hate me,” you say. You cross the room to stand in front of him, hands settling on the sides of his face, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He lets out a breath, leaning forward and pressing his forehead into your chest. Your arms wind around him, and you duck your chin, burying your face in his hair.

“Your parents don’t hate you,” he murmurs, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “They’re just angry. They’ll get over it.” His hands settle on your waist, brows furrowing. “But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

You close your eyes, nodding, and kick off your shoes, pulling out of his grip to climb onto the bed. Steve shifts back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down beside him. You curl together as closely as possible, all tangled limbs and tangled blankets.

You’ve both lost different things, but lost nonetheless, and there is nothing to be done about any of it. It is what it is, and all you can do is move forward. And so, you hold each other and cry for all the things you can’t fix or get back, because that’s all you can do, because the only move you can make is to be there for each other.

“You gonna stay in there and stare at yourself, or are you going to come out and show me?” You call, sitting back on the small bench outside the waiting room. Steve makes a dismissive noise from inside, and opens the door to the small cubicle, stepping out in a pair of faded jeans and a maroon tee with the Dr. Pepper logo on it. You’d love to get him to the mall eventually, because - and you will not be admitting this to him out loud - the potential for jeans - and ones that fit very well - is unlimited at the mall.

It’s hard not to think of him as your very own dress up doll, but, in essence, he is. Not that you’re some big fashionista, but you know the trends well enough to style him and make him look like a normal boy from 2019.

The only thing you refuse to adjust is the hair: guys may not wear it that big and fluffy anymore, but you adore it, and won’t push him toward a barber anytime soon.

“Oh, yeah,” you say. “I like it.”

He grins, turning to look at himself in the mirror inside the room, giving you a wonderful shot of his backside; you’ve lost a lot, and are warranted a few sneaky looks. He is yours after all; that thought is still thrilling, after six weeks of preparing to leave him behind.

He’s here, and he’s yours, and he’s grinning like a goof as he poses in the mirror, and though the world is broken, at this moment, it’s beautiful, too.

“I gotta say,” he says, “I’m a big fan of Mega-Target.”

“Super Target,” you correct. He waves a hand dismissively, and tugs a bit on the tee shirt. He catches you ogling him in the mirror and turns, cocking a brow.

“And you were calling me out for staring.”

“I was not staring.”

“You were one thousand percent checking out my ass.”

You arch your brows, pushing to your feet.

“And if I was?”

“If you were, I’d say, good call.”

You snort, rolling your eyes, and gesture to the dressing room.

“Alright, Romeo. You’ve got like eight more shirts in there, and yes, you are trying on the cut off shorts, because I think they’ll look good, and I make the rules.”

Steve crinkles his nose.

“Fine. But I’m getting the Star Wars shirt, too.” He turns, cocking a brow. “Which, I’m like, really behind on. We need to marathon.”

“Oh, just wait until I introduce you to the wonderful world of Netflix. They basically coined binge-watching.”

“Netflicks?”

“It’s got a million movies and TV shows. Right on the Ipad.”

“On that little thing? How does it do that?”

“Honestly? Im not convinced it isn’t magic.”

Steve grins.

“Well,” he says, “good to know this world is a little like the old one.”

“Magic, minus the monsters.”

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

You smile, and step toward him, flicking the price tag away from his neck.

“This world isn’t so bad, is it?”

He pulls you toward him, grinning wickedly as he tugs you back into the dressing room, pushing the door shut behind you.

“No,” he murmurs against your lips, “it’s not so bad.”

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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I know that what I'm about to ask is major... But since you have that au with TDC... I wanted an OUAT one, or at least your thoughts. Who do you think the Winx characters would be if they were OUAT characters? (Like do you think Griffin would be Zelena or Stella is Belle?) (Not my predictions, just making examples.) Thank you. :)

To do this I will have to completely disregard any and all relations between the OUAT characters so that I can just focus on which Winx character reminds the most of that specific OUAT character without worrying about their relations.

Griffin actually works as Zelena but you have to mash Zelena as she was when she first appeared and season 7 Zelena in order to get closest to the vibe Griffin gives off. There is the jealousy Zelena had towards Regina which Griffin kind of displays towards all fairies in season 1 but there is also the more caring and motherly side of season 7 Zelena that Griffin shows when it comes to her students.

Valtor would be Hades in that case. Wants to rule the world - check. Had his heart stopped (symbolically) and needed love to reset it - check. Fucked up with said love and made her turn against him - check. Has family he wants to be free of - check. Is sorta immortal - check.

Faragonda, I think, could work as Regina if she never went evil (and in that case Faragonda’s mother - the way I imagine her - would fit perfectly as Cora). Regina was a good-hearted and hopeful person before she turned evil and she also has that resilience that I think fits with Faragonda, too. So when you remove the Evil Queen parts from the equation, I think the two come pretty close.

Saladin, for some reason, is giving me Gideon vibes. Good-natured but still sort of... temperamental, I guess. I know that was just Gideon being controlled by the Black Fairy but the vibes are still there.

Hagen seems perfect to fill in for Robin. Neither exhibited too much personality but both left behind the women they were (supposedly) in love with in the name of a noble cause. Also, good with weapons (or at least one specific kind).

Marion & Oritel I will just put as Elsa and Anna’s parents bc they got lost and were (presumed) dead, leaving behind their two daughters. Plus, they had a big responsibility to shoulder with their kingdom (which Gerda sort of had too after she had the memories of her sisters erased).

Daphne would be Anastasia Tremaine (from s7). She totally gave her life in her attempts to protect her little sister and was then kind of dead and in need for her body to be revived. Also, has pretty powerful magic. Works for me.

Bloom I would put in the role of Merida. They are both impulsive and good in a fight and also princesses that needed to claim their kingdoms. Very determined to the point of being irresponsible with themselves.

Stella is really giving me Ruby vibes. Her facade is very similar to Ruby’s cursed persona but inside she is a gentle soul an a romantic and Ruby is both of these. Also, Stella’s more aggressive side totally corresponds to Ruby’s werewolf form.

Flora actually reminds me of Snow a lot. Kind and gentle but also ready to throw down if you hurt the people she loves. And Snow used to live in the forest for a few years so that would also make Flora a good stand-in for her.

Musa kinda reminds me of Dorothy. Very brash and aggressive on the outside but actually only wanting to be among friends and feel loved. And also to do what she loved.

Tecna I would actually put as Belle because they are both the ones with the research and info but they get it in different ways. I also think their personalities sort of correspond bc Tecna is a kind person who is also not afraid to stand up for herself and Belle is the same.

Layla actually reminds me a lot of Tiana. Both need to carry the weight of their kingdoms on their shoulders and sometimes that gets in the way of personal life and just completely pushes it away.

Teredor is kinda giving me Merlin vibes but obvs without the magic.

Niobe could totally be Nimue from before she became the Dark One. I think.

Zarathustra & Ediltrude - Drizella & Gretel 2.0. Although, I can’t exactly tell which would be which. They both kinda have a mix of Gretel and Drizella’s personalities (at least the way I headcanon them).

Sky I could put as Neal on account of Neal loving Emma but still hiding things from her and sort of screwing her over when he let her go to jail. Sky really let Bloom down with the whole Diaspro thing and that wasn’t the only time he lied to her. And there are some of Neal’s better qualities that he also has. Plus, he is a much better person than his father but still loves Erendor no matter how big of an asshole he is.

Brandon actually gives me David vibes. Honorable, kind of a warrior, brave, charming and supportive of the ones he loves, kinda dumb as fuck at times. That seems to check out.

Riven kind of reminds me of Killian at his worst. A little less charm and a little more rage.

Timmy as adult Henry. I think he has the same energy of not really knowing what the hell he is doing but still handling himself and managing to romance his way with his girl. They kinda give me a very similar vibe.

Helia I don’t really know what to do with. I am not quite sure who to put here.

Nabu would be Naveen. Not much to say here since I don’t really remember that much of Nabu but I think he would fit as Naveen. Maybe his ego is a little smaller than Naveen’s. But then again, maybe not.

Icy gives me vibes similar to Maleficent. Cold and competent. Sassy as hell. Totally doesn’t take shit from anyone. And it is kinda ironic that Maleficent can turn into a dragon.

Darcy would fit pretty well in the role of Cruella. She certainly knows how to make herself look innocent and appealing while she’s an actual nightmare.

Stormy I would put as Ursula just to have our complete trio and because I think there is some merit to that even if Ursula doesn’t quite have the chaotic energy of Stormy.

Darkar I would put as Pan. Kinda has his own realm, kinda wants the ultimate power (parallel to Pan’s chase of immortality), kinda has a master plan and pulls the strings of everyone around like they’re marionettes. Also, Pan got Henry’s heart and Darkar used Bloom’s in a sense so that fits as well.

Fake Avalon I would put as Rumplestiltskin because of the way he also played everyone around them. And his work on turning Bloom dark really reminds of what Rumple did with Regina. Also, kinda changes appearances from a man to a beast.

(I really wanted to do Mike and Vanessa but I have no idea which OUAT characters they would be so... we’ll have to do without that.)

#winx club #ouat fusion #i'm not gonna tag every character in this #ask #anon

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spectrumscribe · 5 years

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the kids aren’t alright

A nudge in the spacetime continuum, a shift in storylines, and it’s April O’Neil who descends once again into the hidden city of yokai... but in this world, she’s on her own... until she meets a few unexpected (but fated) allies.

(It’s the Baron Draxum Raises the Turtles AU everyone, I told ya I’d get to writing it eventually.)

-///-

April rips a legging as she lands, she just knows she does, feeling the awful sensation of skinning her knees as she rolls. It’s by virtue of pure instinct that she dives to the side to hide behind a stone pillar right after, not even pausing to catch her breath. The wackos with their killer dogs are so close nearby that she’s not really sure how she managed to escape detection.

Probably because her little cat-dog friend is screeching their head off inside their bubble prison. For such a small creature, they’re sure loud.

April, hidden from sight for the moment, sucks in a breath and takes in her surroundings. What she sees steals her breath all over again.

Craggy cliffs are dotted with ancient looking buildings- torchlight flickering in windows and tangled roots clutching roofs. A city sprawls in the distance, made up of those, and even from far away April can see that the residents walking and flying and climbing around that city are definitively not human.

“Ohhhhh my god,” she whispers in awe to herself. Her first impulse is to grab her phone- no one will ever believe- but the heavy, scraping steps moving away from her hiding spot remind her of her priorities.

Right. Rescue her little friend, avoid getting caught, and get the hell out of dodge. Real simple plan in theory, but probably not in practice.

April is a lot of things- socially awkward, a bad employee, kinda lonely- but she’s anything but a coward. Squaring her courage, April slips out from behind the pillar and hides behind the next, trailing the freaky dudes and their massive dogs... right up to a veritable castle tower, with a vibe that screams danger.

Well, April didn’t get her Gryffindor sorting on that buzzfeed quiz for nothing.

April rushes (sneakily) inside.

-/-

The honest to god secret passageways in this place are pretty easy to navigate. April thinks they should be more complex, or maybe boobytrapped at least, so intruders can’t just waltz around like she is. Not that she’s complaining about the waltzing, the waltzing has been very convenient.

It’s just not as excitingly challenging? Kind of anticlimactic.

She finds her lil friend within the first ten minutes of poking around. They’re caged by a scary guy that looks like a cross between a goat and a wrestler, whose monologueing masks April’s footfalls as she skirts around the room. There are two small gargoyles flying around goatman- Baron? Uh uh, she’s not calling him a title, pompous asshole. All of them are speaking plain English, which is the least weird thing in this situation, but still. It’s weird.

April studies the layout of the room- she can make the jump no problem- but the rescue mission won’t work if she doesn’t have an escape plan following her initial assault. She needs a weapon, and possibly a distraction to get the monsters away from her friend.

April is very pleased that with the next secret tunnel she takes- seriously, such a security hazard- she finds a whole atrium of weapons.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she says to herself, grinning as she advances on the first rack.

Does she know how to use any of these? Nope. They don’t cover sword fighting or melee or magical items in public schools. But it can’t be that hard, right? Keep the stabby end aimed at her enemy, don’t stab herself in the process, etc.

As she examines the stock of deadly arms, April wonders if she’s taking this all in stride too easily. In books and movies, people tend to freak out way more when they find out magic and monsters are real. Then again, she thinks as she admires a hefty club glowing acid green, I always thought those people were wimps.

Besides, this is New York. She’s seen plenty scarier things on the A-train than goatman and his sidekicks.

Absorbed in her pep talk with herself, April doesn’t hear a soft landing on the stone floor behind her. She does, however, hear the whisk of wire being extended.

Swinging with her full strength, April spins and aims for the head of the person creeping up on her. She gets nothing but air and a startled noise as her target disappears.

The person behind her is headless.

April screams once and tries to hit it again, only for the headless body to jump out of the way.

“Jesus, girl! I’m just trying to-” April swings a third and fourth time, ignoring the voice coming from inside its torso. The green-skinned headless monster abruptly dives downwards and somersaults away, it’s shell curve aiding the maneuver. As it comes to a stop and turns to face her again, a head pops out of the space between its shoulders.

April stops, meeting the glare of the monster. It’s grimacing, crouching low and twining the sturdy wire of its weapon around its few fingers.

“You really, really shouldn’t be here,” it- he?- says gravely, voice young and nervous. He has a mask over his eyes, black, and a loincloth-shorts combo like goatman was wearing. Rows of small blades and unidentifiable weapons are strapped to him, going over one shoulder. In the monochrome grey and black of everything else, the bright orange spots that pattern his limbs and shell stand out.

He stands slowly, not attacking, but not putting down his bladed wire-weapon either. “D’you even know what happens to humans brought here? What Draxum does to intruders?”

April skips her shock at yet another talking monster- the novelty is wearing off at this point. She keeps her club raised and firmly replies, “I don’t care. Goatman’s got my friend and I’m not leaving here without them.”

“You mean the-?” He shakes his head, short mask tails flicking. “It doesn’t matter, you gotta go before it’s too late. You can’t help your friend now.”

“And if I say hell no?”

“Then- then I’ll have to knock you out and take you to him!” he declares, but April can hear his heart’s not in it.

“So why give me a chance to escape,” April asks carefully, “if you’d turn me in anyway?”

The turtle monster’s momentary fierceness fades, dark eyes averted. He chews his lip, conflict in his expression, before answering, “I'm not gonna turn an intruder in if she’s gone before I can catch her. Please? It’s super not fun to be a mutation experiment, trust me. Go back up to- to above, okay? I won’t say anything if you leave now.”

The desperate undertone to his words makes April pause, reconsidering. But she shakes that off a second later.

“I’m not going back. Not until I have my friend.”

The turtle monster stares at her for a beat, and then tosses his head back and makes a supremely annoyed groan. April lowers her weapon slowly as he stomps in a small circle, muttering to himself. Huh. The air of danger he’d had at first is totally dispelled; he reminds her of neighborhood kids more than anything, now.

Weird choice of bad guy sidekick. A little fucked up, maybe, if the monster is really as young as he acts.

“Ugh god FINE,” says the turtle, stopping his pacing and pointing a finger at her. “This is the last time I ever do this, I swear.”

“Do what?” April questions, eyebrow raised.

“Help you humans!”

“Uh, I've never been here before-?”

“Not you! Just- ugh, c’mon, let’s go before anyone else finds you.”

April is bemused, now, by the turtle monster. So he’s done this before? Trusting him to help her is probably a bad idea, but that fact gives her some hope it’ll turn out alright in the end. One more bad decision is no big deal with the night she’s had.

“Sure, let’s go,” April agrees finally, swinging her club up to rest against her shoulder. She sticks out a hand to the turtle- who flinches minutely at the gesture. April continues without commenting. “I’m April by the way. Thanks for not taking me to your evil overlord, I guess?”

“I’m f- I'm, um, Mikey. You can call me Mikey.” He gingerly takes her hand, eyeing it and her like it might be a sneak attack. “And he’s a Baron, not an overlord. Baron Draxum.”

“Could’a fooled me,” April says with a shrug, dropping Mikey’s hand. “Y’all got hella evil mad scientist vibes.”

“Haha, yeah, kinda...” Mikey glances around awkwardly, before nodding a direction. “C’mon, someone’s gonna miss me sooner or later. Let’s just- get this over with.”

“What kinda plan you got?” April asks as they start moving. Mikey takes her over to a different corner of the room, far from where April entered.

“Uh, distraction, maybe? Or I could- no, he’ll notice, ugh- fuck, I don’t know.” He sighs as he presses on a trigger disguised as a stone, the wall grinding open gradually. “You wouldn’t happen to be a kunoichi by any chance?”

“A kuno what now.”

“Guess not.”

April rolls her eyes, underwhelmed by Mikey’s evil henchman skills. He sees her do so and he scowls, sticking out his tongue. April lets out a gigglesnort in surprise, caught off-guard by the childish annoyance.

Her laughter dies as she sees a figure looming in the newly opened passageway. At April’s sharp intake of breath, Mikey spins and makes a strangled squeak.

“Shit,” April says, getting her club ready.

“Uh, hi, I was- we were- it’s not what it looks like?” Mikey says in a rush.

The huge monster steps partially out of the passageway, towering over both of them. Clothes like Mikey’s, but with ragged tears in spots, and none of the hin knives the smaller monster has. And with the scars dotting his rough scales, his shit brickhouse form, the snaggled-tooth fangs he has- he’s lot more imposing than Mikey had been.

The much more threatening looking turtle stares at them both with yellow sclera for a long moment. Then, he sighs.

“Mike... please, not again.”

-/-

“Sorry?” Mikey says in a tight voice, one Raph has heard more times than he can remember.

Things had been looking up, what with the agent being returned and the first experiments taking place- Raph had been hoping they get some downtime, enjoy the Baron’s good mood for a few days. If Draxum is happy, they get to be happy.

The human girl glaring daggers at him right now throws that all into jeapordy.

But Mikey picked her- he’s decided to try and save her, which counts for something- so there’s nothing for it. Raph isn’t going to even try convincing Mikey to change his mind; either Raph helps, or he steps back and watches Mikey face the punishment he’ll get all alone.

God, Raph is so tired. He misses winter, when he’s allowed to just sleep for days in a row.

But that’s months away and Mikey needs him right now. Moving his eyes to the human girl, Raph sizes her up. Just from how she’s meeting his gaze and standing her ground, he can tell she’s a fighter. Hell, he can’t even tell if she’s scared or not. That’s serious guts right there.

“We’ll talk later,” Raph says softly, looking around them. He’s the only one who noticed Mikey slipping away from the big breakthrough celebration. He’s hoping that lasts. “Crazy girl, you ready to haul ass once we get you outside?”

Mikey’s face lights up, a smile following. He doesn’t smile anywhere near as much as he should, in Raph’s opinion. This is going to bite him later, but right now, making his littlest brother happy is worth it.

But then crazy girl says, “Oh hell no, I told the same thing to your buddy here. I ain’t leaving without my friend.”

He frowns at her. Of course she isn’t going to go easy. “What, the delivery guy?” Raph asks. “He’s already imitation crab bits, dude. If you hurry you’ll catch him.”

“Not him,” Mikey says, same time as the girl says, “The white guy? You should let him go, too, but I’m here for the little guy.”

The little guy? Oh, she’s not- nope, Raph sees her expression and knows she’s a hundred percent serious. Damn it. She had to want the most difficult to retrieve prisoner.

Raph counts to ten and bites down on his temper before it rises. Damn it, damn it, damn it. “Oh, of course, yeah that’s great. Love it. Let’s do this before Don finds out and uses crazy girl as his newest project.”

“I got a name, dude.”

“Does it matter?” She opens her mouth. “Don’t answer that. It doesn’t.”

“She’s April,” Mikey says, winding his kusarifundo’s wire around his fingers, a habit of nervousness. “She almost took my head off with that club.”

The last part is said in an admiring sort of way and Raph feels exasperated. No matter how many times he’s told otherwise, Mikey can’t quite get that yes, all humans are bad, not just most of them.

...But maybe that’s because part of Raph hasn’t ever really gotten that, either; he’s the one setting the example, after all.

“Sorry, you spooked me,” April says, and the apology is almost sincere sounding. Raph side-eyes her, mildly surprised. Humans always scream or run when they see them, they don’t say sorry for defending themselves.

He shakes off the interest he’s developing in the human girl. At least one of them has to have his head on right, which means he can’t indulge in thinking of April as anything but a potential threat.

(He privately looks at her sharp red glasses, her sharper stare, the fearless attitude she’s taken with stealing from one of the Underground’s most powerful figures- and he thinks she’s, maybe, just a little bit really cool.)

Raph ushers both of them into the passage, eager to just get on with the dangerous endeavor.

-/-

With three party members, it’s not too hard. The snarling yokai in their cage isn’t useful any longer to Draxum, so Raph just has to direct attention to the other side of the room. It’s simple until Raph sees Leo come back from wherever he’d been. It’s simple until he sees April and Mikey doing something with the controls of the lab core. It’s simple until he sees Leo noticing the duo, until the warning lights on the core start flashing without noise, alarms disabled.

Raph locks eyes with Leo, who holds his gaze for a long, long moment. Raph silently begs please, let this go, I won’t say anything about you letting it go just PLEASE, Leo-

And Leo cocks his head, giving a lazy hooded stare. He looks between his options, cradling his arm close in its sling. A bad fall, last training session. When it��s better, Draxum’s promised to double Leo’s workload to get rid of that weakness.

Leo’s blank expression becomes a leery smile, shrugging. He doesn’t care about this, same as he never cares about anything other than staying in good graces and slacking off chores. The look he shoots over his shoulder, as he walks back out, says I won’t forget this. Oh well, better Raph owe his brother a favor than Mikey get in trouble.

In his distraction, Draxum has lost interest in the bullshit plans Raph threw together, in danger of turning around and seeing. But Donnie jabs a spider leg into the paper and says, “Ra- subject one is wrong. We should hit the figureheads of the population before we move onto the masses. Wall Street is the best starting point based on my calculation of how to induce swift widespread panic.”

“Hm, you make a good point, subject two,” Draxum says thoughtfully, refocusing on the plans.

“Of course I do,” Donnie scoffs derisively, the only one of them so bold to take that tone with the Baron. Raph doesn’t even care he’s been showed up, Mikey and April are safe (for the moment).

And then the alarms finally kick in, the vine tree and the ooze and the mosquitos all lighting up bright neon, and it all goes to hell.

-/-

Mikey probably should have known April wouldn’t be okay with the whole ‘conquer humanity via mass mutation’.

Still, she didn’t have to blow up their home.

The last thing he sees of her is the human clutching her tiny friend close- the upwards curled fangs of the creature makes Mikey think dragons and sends a shiver through his shell- and the two of them looking to him.

April mouths something lost in the noise of the room collapsing around them, but Mikey thinks she’s saying thank you as her furry ball of mayhem teleports them away.

From his hiding place, Mikey sighs. At least they got out. At least he wasn’t anywhere close by when the alarms started. At least their dorms weren’t caught in the destruction...?

Ah, shit. He sees Baron Draxum clawing his way out from under a slab of concrete. Raph is helping as much as he’s able and getting yelled at for it. Leo is leaning in a lab doorway, looking on in languid amusement. Donnie has lifted himself up on his extra legs and is poking through the rubble of their ‘greatest triumph’.

Mikey decides he should make an appearance and creeps out of the alcove he’d shoved himself into, nimbly gripping with his hands and feet both as he lowers himself. Scampering to ground level, he puts on his best clueless/panicked expression and lies about having gone for refreshments.

Later, perched up on the edge of the roof, Mikey stares at the dome ceiling of the Underground and wonders how he got away with it all. He’d been expecting at any second to get caught. Somehow, against the odds, on such an important night no less... he pulled it off.

Mikey feels a wave of heavy relief all at once and lets out a loud sigh, flopping over. Boy, what a night, what a freaking night.

He lays with his eyes closed for a while, legs dangling over thin air and a seven story drop. The city near and distant is noisy, but muted, and the air smells like acridic burning vines. Draxum is still storming around downstairs, furiously trying to salvage his projects, and Mikey is good out here, thanks. He wasn’t implicated by what happened at all, so he doesn’t plan to stick around and catch the brunt of that frustrated ranting.

Sometime later, the sound of mechanical joints moving together approaches him. Mikey opens his eyes to see Donnie standing over him, having climbed up the side of the tower.

“Sup,” Mikey says, not flinching as Donnie’s spider legs lift him over his body.

“Hey,” Donnie says tonelessly, which is an unusually subdued greeting, even for him.

“Somethin’ up?”

“Not really. Just our, you know, creator and owner violently grieving the ruination of his life’s work. I put out some fires, salvaged a few samples of mutagen, the like, just fun family bonding stuff.”

Mikey doesn’t let his unease show. Donnie’s words are flippant, but he still has no inflection or emotion. “That’s... sucky,” Mikey says, forcing away his need to fidget with his ‘fundo. “I mean, jeez, talk about a setback. Who knows how long it’ll take to catch all those skeetos, eh?”

“Mhm,” Donnie replies, lowering himself onto the stone roof beside Mikey, legs folded in a cross. “He’ll probably have to take completely new samples of our DNA to synthesize everything all over again, if we don’t catch them all.”

Mikey’s arms feel itchy just thinking about it. He scratches at the pockmark scars in his elbow, trying to not remember the biotech vines sucking pints of blood from his veins.

“Yeah,” Mikey says sullenly, “guess he probably will.”

They sit silently for a beat. Mikey stews in guilt and trepidation, knowing it’s his fault they’ll be going through this because he let himself be weak. He should’ve captured April and dragged her down to the Baron, shouldn’t have faltered at how brave and kind she was, trying to save her friend, he shouldn’t have-

“She got home safe.”

Mikey’s thoughts derail. He sits up a little too quickly to be casual, staring at Donnie. His brother, who doesn’t care about humans, who wears hints of purple like Draxum, who has happily combined his body with biotech to make it stronger- he has a carefully emotionless mask in place, Mikey sees that now. Donnie feels, just as much as any of them. He just never admits it.

He’s scared. Donnie is scared of something.

“...Really?” Mikey asks after a too-long pause.

“I had a drone follow up on the profile I found online. She’s home with her new pet.” Donnie makes an aborted motion with his hands, and then goes through with it and takes off his mask, rubbing his face and scalp. Without the near-black purple bandana, Donnie looks as tired as Raph often does.

“How badly did you want her to escape?” Donnie asks in a quiet mumble, eyes fixed elsewhere. “Badly enough for this? To risk-?”

“Yes,” Mikey says without hesitation.

That makes Donnie stutter, mouth twisting in a scowl. He recovers, hissing, “It’s inevitable, Mikey. Draxum is going to beat humanity, and we’re going to help him, this setback is just that. A setback. We’ll get the carriers back, or- or make more, and it will happen. You’ve just prolonged it all, this didn’t change anything.”

“It changed things for her!” Mikey snaps without meaning to. Donnie glares, but he doesn’t cower. “...It changed things for her,” he repeats, calmer. “She got to go home, her friend got to go with her. Humans don’t have to get wiped out for another few months at least.”

Donnie pulls a face, scoffing. “Why do you care about some random human girl? They keep us down here Mikey, it’s their fault Draxum made us and- uses us.”

“Her name is April,” Mikey says plainly, fingers finding his kusarifundo and winding it’s wire tight around his thumb.

“...‘Her name is April’,” Donnie mimics, disgusted. But he doesn’t say anything more, just sitting and glaring and being his typical prickly self. Mikey winds his wires tighter, tighter, tighter; thinking about faint memories of Donnie being softer and letting them closer, somewhere warm and safe. Somewhere not here.

But that’s a dream, unreal in his earliest memories, conjured by wanting for comfort when he didn’t get any.

“I hope this was worth it for you,” Donnie says eventually, back to his toneless voice. “We’re covering, but... this can’t happen again, okay? None of us can do this anymore, we’re too close to the finish line.”

Mikey nods, unwinding his wire from throbbing fingers. “I know. Um, thanks.”

“Mm,” Donnie says, not acknowledging he’s done anything. Mikey slides his bruised fingers over to lightly poke his brother’s, invitation unspoken.

A moment of decision, whether he’s pissed off still or having a no-touching day Mikey isn’t sure, Donnie moves his hand and links their fingers together. It’s apology and forgiveness in a single, wordless gesture.

-/-

Pacing the length of his cell, pink clawed toes clacking on the stone, someone bides his time impatiently. His sentence is near completion, he’s been given recommendation for early release for good behavior. It’ll be simple to ditch his parole officier’s watch, even after nearly ten years out of the game.

A former man and current mutant prisoner, in situation and body both, looks to the small window of his cell, and swears not for the first time that Draxum will pay for what he’s done, and for what he plans to do.

(He wonders, also, whatever happened to his children. He worries, nightly, daily, constantly. What did Draxum do to his four sons, the unexpected saving grace he’d hidden away for almost five years? Are they alive? Do they know he’s alive?)

Lou paces his cell faster, tail lashing, barely keeping the splinters inside himself from cutting deeper still.

-/-

Somewhere in an ordinary New York neighborhood, in an ordinary apartment complex, an ordinary girl lays on her bed with her new fuzzy friend and thinks to herself, hey, what the fuck was that.

She has no answers for herself. Well. If nothing else, she got her parents to let her little pal stay. After the insanity said pal got her into tonight, April is deeply relieved to have something go according to plan. (Is ‘insanity’ a good pet name? Maybe ‘chaos’? Ugh, she’ll keep workshopping it.)

When she goes to bed, much later on, and sleeps fitfully and shallowly, April somehow thinks that’s the end of it. She has a new roommate, there’s an underground city full of monsters and magic, and there’s a history test tomorrow that she didn’t study for. The only next step she has is go back to normal, pretend it didn’t happen.

So, she does. And nothing else weird happens for a few days, other than Mayhem teleporting into her school bag despite her telling them they should be at home, jesus, she doesn’t need detention on top of her homework pile and job searches,

Things resume normalcy, almost mind-numbingly so... until there’s a knock on her window about a week after it all, and a freckled scaly face peering through it.

-/-

“Uh, hi?”

“...Hi.”

“Sorry to- I was just passing through so I thought- I’m, uh, glad you’re doing okay! I’ll go now I’m sorry I shouldn’t’ve-”

“Hey, hey, no, just hold on.”

“What?”

“...You wanna come say hi to Mayhem, too? They’re, um. They’re doing okay, too.”

“I’d... yeah! Yeah, I’d, yes, I’d love to. Thanks. Could you just, um, move sideways a little-?”

A window on a third story apartment home slides shut. Behind its hastily shut curtains, a cautious friendship is born.

My ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/A3022DE7

My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Werepirechick

#will this be continued? Probably! But not rn #rottmnt #BDR AU #Baron Draxum raises the turtles au #April O'Neil #michelangelo #raphael #leonardo #donatello #found family trope increases power by 100% with this au hell yeahhhhh #tw: child neglect #tw: implied abuse #this was written on iPad so forgive its meh quality #I’m on vacation! Kind of!#i hate being overheated and this was my only distraction today ugh #my writing #not dark turtles per say but like #kinda close to the mark #🐢🐢🐢🐢 + 🐁 + 👩🏾‍🏫 = perf found family

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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The Omen au ( part 12)

N/A: Ok here we go. I have this idea for a while. Mike does not like to be pitied and Hela does not like to be the second-best.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead

When you think of Hela, whatever the reason behind such action may be, the image of the fearsome and powerful God is what comes first and foremost on everyone´s mind. She´s Death, well, one of the Death Gods and is good to never forget where she stays and what she plans to do, however, if you linger on Hela´s image on your mind for much longer, people will realize she´s also a woman and even she is cable of falling in love.

Sadly, she falls for someone that is not the prince Charming and has no interest in bringing the best out of everyone. Hela falls in love with Thanos and a relationship blossom among them, however, Thanos and Hela are far from gone from a happy ending.

Hela arrives in Etheria to see, the love of her life, the one and only Thanos, on his knees proposing to DEATH. The real one. The Outer God of Death who rules over Hela and everyone else.

"THANOS. What the meaning of this?" Hela asked furious seething as her weapon materialized on her hands. DEATH has a blank expression on her human mask and quickly withdraw her hand from Thanos as the mad titan is gazing upon Hela with hate in his eyes.

"You dare to interrupt my propose to DEATH?" and his eyes are glowing and soon fight issues and DEATH is slowly leaving the two face their issues alone.

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Terry Pryde is sure having a field trip in every meaning of the word as she just rescues a child from an Asgardian´s god and is about to meet her father, Thor, and really, there´s nothing preparing Terry for this meeting.

Clea Strange is with Terry as she gives instructions in regards to the situation. "Remember, keep the child safe and well protected, Thor can´t be here right now for reason I´m not allowed to disclose, however, Thor knows the child is free and now, a real fight will begin with no holdback" Clea concludes thoughtfully and Terry nods until something clicks on her mind.

Veella is sleeping in her arms and Terry can see how malnourish the child is, in fact, it breaks her heart to see such child in this poor condition and makes her think of Kitty and the many what-ifs that plague her mind at night.

"And my daughter? What´s going to happen to her?" Terry asked realizing that if Thor fought Hela...wouldn´t this mean the Ragnarok is close by? Can her daughter survive among this fight? and...what about the world?

"I sense many questions in your soul, Teresa Pryde, and many of those questions will open a dangerous answer for you, however, life is nothing but a path to explore" Clea begins and states. "Your daughter saved the antichrist and many, many people are after said antichrist and soon your daughter will have to make a choice. Either she is on his side or she is against him..."

Terry wants to enter in contact with her daughter asap and consequences to be damned, sadly, Clea is not letting her making this decision.

"Dr Doom and others Avengers are on the make, Terry if you went up there...they´ll kill you and will further their agenda on Kitty Pryde, but, if you truly want to save your daughter, then stay here" Clea warns Terry and the woman is not really listening to such advice.

"Then you´re not a mother, you can´t know...how can you ask me to stay here while my daughter is alone? No, I´ll go after her and ...the rest is not important" for a moment, a very scary one, Terry thought Clea would do something with her. Cast a nasty spell or curse on Terry, instead.

"The portal is open. She´s with the X-men, but, careful Terry, there are forces outside your control manoeuvring everything and there´s no problem in disposing of paws as you...or me"

And off Terry goes to see her only daughter.

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Michael Darkholme spots Kitty leaving the room as Scarlet Witch concluded the lesson of today. Learning seals is quite easy and for some reason, the fact Kitty is learning the very same thing that locked Micahel for so many years is more than enough to make him jittery. And to top this all, Michael does not know Wanda very well and for all intense and purpose she could be badmouthing him to Kitty...and what if she believes.

(Wanda talks to Michael too. Makes questions about his life, his past and Michael can give vague answers out of politeness, but, is tempted to give something worse than vague answers if provoked)

Michael remembers one episode of Hanna Montana where the protagonist corner one of the characters and forced him to confess his feelings about the problem and Michael don´t see anything wrong in this idea.

"Are you having fun with Scarlet Witch?" Michael asked corner Kitty, but, is far from being a frightening image as his hands shiver and his golden eyes look crestfallen. "Are you...Do you prefer to be with her than with me?"

"Michael!" Kitty is a bit peeved about that. "We talked about that. I´m not leaving you..."

"My mother said the same thing and she left on that attic for days" is half a lie, and half the truth and whatever can be used here to make Kitty see his reason is worth. And it works as Kitty stops fuming and looks at him heartbroken by this revelation.

"Michael...I can´t spend 24/7 with you. Yet, this does not mean I think any less of you. Two people don´t need to stay glued together to enjoy each other´s company" she replies and Michael back away.

"I...I don´t want to be back to the attic and I don´t want to be left alone...but, I don´t want you to only pity me, and no, don´t deny it, I know you feel this towards me and I don´t want ...pity" Michael confessed and Kitty nods.

"Ok, no more pity, I can give you friendship if you accept you´re no longer in the attic and will never be there. Also, you should seek help too because you´re still stuck in the attic, at least, mentally and that´s not healthy. Michael, I´m here for you, but, you need to face your own skeleton on the closet and open up to more people" Kitty concludes calmly and Michael nods trying to not cry and Kitty smiles at him.

Kitty is his friend here. She´s not here to fix him(in fact, no Disney Prince ever truly fix a princess.

"I´d not know what to do now..." now, that´s 100% honesty and is a bit ironic that Michael is using this to make sure Kitty won´t leave him alone like he desperately fears.

"You can start by asking yourself: What Michael wants to do now?"

"I...want eat something sweet"

Meanwhile, Wanda watches the scene and has more to tell to Doom as Kitty Pryde is very closer of the antichrist than she imagined. Does Kitty know about what Michael truly is?

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When Wanda arrives on Doom´s designated location to give the information, Doom is more than happier to take as this will prove to be a key element in his plans. "So, Michael Darkholme is very attuned to this Kitty Pryde..." he trails off much to Wanda´s dismay. "Even better, let´s test their bond. You say the girl cares deeply for him...you think she could love him?"

Wanda pauses for a moment. "Yes, I think so. She does seem to adore him and help him escape from the attic, is a strong possibility" and the why is implied not that she expects an answer.

"Her mother, Teresa Pryde, is going to the mansion via the portal. Clea informed me that will take some time for the dearest mother to find her precious daughter and when it comes down to...will Kitty listens to her dear mother or stay with her newest friend?"

"...will you hurt any of them?" Wanda asked looking at his very soul and Doom is not one to intimidate easily, but, Scarlet Witch has this power.

"Doom has no reason to hurt little girls and their mothers. Whatever she chooses, I´ll not hurt any of them."

"Good...now, the matter of Thor, if comes down to it, I´ll face him down...I´m the strongest avenger after all, but, the Avengers may come after you"

"Wanda, you speak as if I´m not prepared for Thor or any other Avenger or X-men. I´m ready, the question is. Are they ready for Doom?"

#the omen au #yandere!michael #kitty pryde #kurtty yet #Doom is planning #wanda maximoff #the plot is thick

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hunnywrites · 5 years

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Chapter One: What Goes Bump in the Night

Summary: The town of Hawkins has been turned upside down with the news that Will Byers has suddenly gone missing. Teddi Larsson and Billy Hargrove are gonna get to the bottom of things. Season one AU.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: I just really wanted to write a fic where Billy and Teddi have lived in Hawkins their whole lives and take on Demogorgons because they take their babysitting duties too seriously. Teddi is gonna be the token horror movie character that’s always saying “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” and Billy is gonna hate every minute of it. Greg Larsson and Neil Hargrove are gonna be mentioned but those assholes are gonna be taking a backseat this time around because let’s face it: we all hate them. So I hope y’all enjoy!

Sunday nights in Hawkins were usually quiet, but this one in particular was a little too quiet for Teddi’s tastes. It was almost hard for her to believe that only a half hour ago there had been three fifth graders arguing with Keith at the prize counter. “We’re tired of the shitty finger traps, Keith!” one of them had nearly spat up at him.

“Not my fault that your little baby fingers are too small for the trap to do the trapping. No prize refunds.” that of course ended with a cherry slurpee getting thrown at Keith’s ‘75 Hyundai Pony and Teddi secretly trading out the finger traps for three lightup yo-yos.

Now they had closed up shop for the night, and Keith had headed home to give his car a hose off. Usually Teddi didn’t mind closing out the Palace Arcade. Ever since Keith had promoted her to assistant manager about a month ago, Teddi would stay behind about an hour after all of the kids had gone home and clean up for the next day. It was an excuse to stay away from home a little bit longer, and an extra five bucks in her pocket.

But for some reason tonight she was filled with dread, and it seemed like she couldn’t sweep the floors fast enough. Maybe it was because she watched too many horror movies. This cold November night felt like it was straight out one of those slasher movies she loved so much. “Yeah, like Leatherface is roaming around Hawkins looking for teens to kill,” she muttered to herself. The idea was silly. Imagining some killer hiding behind one of the games waiting until her back was turned so he could strike when she least expected it.

Still, Teddi couldn’t help but throw a quick glance over her shoulder and out the front windows and into the empty parking lot. Just to make sure. Her van sat alone under one of the street lamps waiting for her, but other than that there wasn’t a single person or car in sight. It was almost like everyone had just vanished and she was the only person left in town. Teddi shook her shoulders to try and get rid of the goosebumps that were forming on her arms and tried to hum along to the music she had playing over the radio.

The feeling had nearly gone away. She was crouched down, singing along to the Romantics and sweeping the pile of dirt, dust and other miscellaneous things that seemed to fall off all the kids that came in for the day when the radio cut out. The voices sounded garbled at first, like the signal had been lost suddenly, before the music turned into total static. The lights overhead whired and flashed, and the screens of the game consoles popped and crackled before they all went black. Suddenly the only thing she could hear was how heavily she was breathing.

“What the fuck?” Teddi jolted upright, gripping onto the broom and ready to use it as a makeshift weapon. But before masked killer could come running out with a knife, or before Teddi could even fully comprehend what was even happening, the radio’s signal cleared, the lights came back on and the arcade came right back to life. Teddi blinked. Maybe the rest of the cleaning could wait until tomorrow. Keith wouldn’t care. He might just tease her a little for being such a scaredy cat. Which was rich coming from him, but she could handle it. Teddi didn’t bother to pretend to be calm. She rushed around the prize counter, stashing the broom and dustpan aside and grabbed for her keys so she could open unlock the break room door. There was a knock at the front door. Teddi screamed.

She whirled around, her hand on her chest to try and steady her heart, and glared at the front door. Billy Hargrove was on the other side, grinning wildly. Teddi and Billy had been best friends since they met in swim class at the Hawkins public pool when they were six. They were the best swimmers in the class and Billy thought Teddi was cool because she was the only kid in class aside from himself that wasn’t afraid to jump off the high diving board. After that they were pretty much attached at the hip.

Billy had been Teddi’s first...everything. Her first kiss. The first guy she had sex with. Her first love. They had hit puberty and the pair basically used each other a trial run for everything and anything. “What, I’m gonna humiliate myself in front of Cheryl Burns because I’m shit at kissing? I don’t care if I humiliate myself in front of you.” Billy had said before they’d shared their first kiss. Romantic, right? Now Teddi was trapped in this friends with benefits sort of situation with a guy she was way, way too afraid to confess her real feelings to.

Teddi rolled her eyes at Billy. She stomped over, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “A little jumpy are we?” he asked with a laugh before strolling inside. Teddi locked the door behind him and glared at her friend. Billy shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket and leaned up against Dragon’s Lair. He watched her with an amused expression. “What are you so freaked out about, Larsson?”

Teddi ignored the question and walked past him, heading once again for the break room. Billy followed after her. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She unlocked the door and Billy held it open for her while she grabbed her bag out of her locker.

“I came to give you a ride home.” he shrugged.

Teddi shot him a look. “Uh huh. That’s sweet, but I drove myself,” she said, pointing outside to her van. Billy’s Camaro was parked next to it. She couldn’t believe that she had been so freaked out by the power going out that she hadn’t heard the engine when he pulled in. She eyed the Camaro and noticed that it was empty. “Where’s Max?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Off with her dork friends playing their dork games,” he said with a short laugh. “She rode her bike over to the Wheeler’s.” usually Max and her friends spent Sundays over at Mike Wheeler’s playing Dungeons and Dragons. Teddi babysat for the Wheelers pretty often and usually found herself playing through a campaign with them. It was why they all preferred her to babysit over Billy. And she never let him forget that.

“Did you notice anything weird on your way here?” she tried to sound as casual as possible. But of course Billy could see right through it. He fell into step beside her, the pair making their way through the arcade as Teddi shut everything off for the night. Teddi felt the goosebumps returning once they were out in the parking lot. She told herself it was just the cold air.

Billy smirked over at her, swinging his keys around his finger. “You gettin’ paranoid on me again, Teddi Bear?” he asked. He blamed her wild imagination for all of the times she’d get like this. She read so many of those fantasy books, watched too many movies with monsters, and read too many comics. Her brain was always coming up with the wildest and worst scenarios.

Teddi let out a soft huff. “I just have a bad feeling.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Heebie jeebies or the willies?” Teddi opened her mouth to scold him for teasing her, but he held his hands up to stop her. “Alright, alright. I’m done. Look, how ‘bout I give you a ride home and we can come pick up your van tomorrow after school?” Teddi barely even thought it over. She hurried over to the passengers side of the Camaro and slid inside as soon as Billy unlocked it. Billy almost made a joke about how quickly she buckled her seatbelt and locked her own door, but decided against it.

They took off down the street in a comfortable silence. Well, it was for Billy. Teddi couldn’t seem to sit still. Her leg was bouncing wildly and her fingers were drumming against her bare legs. Billy reached over and placed a hand on her knee. “Hey, he said lowly. “You okay?” Teddi didn’t answer right away. Billy rolled down her window a little in hopes that the fresh air might help.

“I don’t know.,” she finally said with a loud, tired sigh. “I freaked myself out is all. I kept thinking about serial killers and then the power went out…” she laughed a little and shook her head. “It sounds really stupid when I say it out loud. I’ll be fine.” she waved his concern away. Billy didn’t move his hand. As the Camaro blurred past the woods, the kids called it Mirkwood, Teddi heard a horrible screech coming from deep inside the forest. It didn’t sound human. It didn’t sound like anything Teddi had ever heard before. Horror movies included. The goosebumps were back.

Teddi looked over at Billy to confirm she hadn’t been imagining things. Billy shifted uncomfortably. “...It’s probably just an animal. Maybe a coyote got a deer or something.” but he quickly rolled the window up and flicked on the radio. They didn’t hear the sound again. Billy soon pulled into Teddi’s driveway and she let out a sigh of relief. The lights inside were off. Her parents cars were both in the driveway. Thank god for small favors, Teddi thought.

She realized they’d been sitting there for awhile and she hadn’t moved yet. She unbuckled her seatbelt and smiled weakly over at Billy. She felt embarrassed about being so freaked out. “...Thanks for the ride.” she said finally.

Billy smirked over at her, and she knew he was holding in some dirty comment. “No problem...you know, if you want I can always come in with you. Make sure there aren’t any monsters in your room…” The way he was looking at her, casually stretched out in the driver’s seat with that dangerous glint in his eyes almost made Teddi want to take him up on his offer. She could probably use the company, and fooling around with Billy for a few hours wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Instead she scrunched up her nose and shook her head. “It’s a school night, perv.” she teased.

Billy groaned and sunk in his seat. “Fiiine. I’ll see you tomorrow, Good Girl.” he sighed. Teddi was grateful it was dark and that he couldn’t see how flushed her cheeks probably were. She mumbled a goodnight and quickly went inside. Once the door was shut behind her she heard the rumble of the Camaro’s engine as Billy pulled out of the driveway.

Teddi crept downstairs to her room. Her parents had turned the basement into a bedroom for her when they’d moved in over ten years ago. The house had four bedrooms total, but her mother had claimed two of them to be turned into a giant closet/dressing room and her father had claimed the third for an upstairs study. She had been more than fine with it. It was an excuse to stay away from them and she had her own bathroom. Plus, eventually she would learn that it made sneaking out a little too easy.

She made quick work of taking off her makeup and changing into her pajamas. It was a little childish, but when she flicked her bathroom light off she rushed across the room and dove into bed like she had when she was little. Like if she didn’t hurry and get into bed some monster would crawl out from under the bed and grab her ankles. Teddi pulled the blankets up to her neck and immediately regretted turning Billy down. She thought of that horrible screech she heard in the woods. Her mind started trying to imagine what sort of creature that the sound belonged to.

Teddi groaned. If she kept this up she would never get any sleep. “It’s just a coyote,” Teddi told herself, repeating Billy’s words. “You’re freaking out over nothing.” and of course she was. This was Hawkins, Indiana she was talking about. There wasn’t anything going bump in the night. No monsters. She thought of her father who was sound asleep upstairs and Neil Hargrove. Well, maybe that wasn’t true.

Eventually she fell asleep peacefully, dreaming of her father and Neil trapped out in the woods with whatever creature had made that horrible noise.

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“Wittle Stevie boy is in woooooove,” Carol taunted as she and Tommy H practically cackled. They’d been at this for the entirety of lunch. Steve had already ditched them once that morning to go meet Nancy in the girl’s bathroom and the two hyenas wouldn’t let it go. Steve, Teddi and Billy were all annoyed. They’d gotten a good laugh at first. They always did whenever they’d rag on each other. But Tommy and Carol definitely didn’t know when to quit. “Steve and Nancy, sittin’ in a tree!”

Billy rolled his eyes, blowing out a cloud of smoke before handing his cigarette over to Teddi. They were both leaned up against the side of the Camaro as they tried their best to ignore the peanut gallery.

“Come on, Steve. We’re all friends here. You can tell us. What the hell do you see in that prude? ‘Cause you can’t tell me she’s putting out.” Tommy said, throwing his arm around Carol’s shoulders.

Billy can’t help but chuckle at that, smirking over at Steve. “Oh, I can probably think of a reason he’s so interested.” Teddi let out a scoff, handing the smoke back over to Billy. Steve’s lips twitched into a grin and he rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend.

Teddi hated the way they talked about Nancy. She didn’t really know which was worse; when they talked shit about her behind her back, or when they teased and tormented her to her face. She guessed it was a good thing that Nancy never let it get to her no matter what they came up with. Ignoring Tommy and Carol was definitely the best way to deal with them. Teddi and Nancy weren’t really friends per say. She knew her through school and from babysitting Mike. But she was always nice to Teddi. And she liked to think if the roles were reversed Nancy would stick up for her.

“Leave him alone guys,” Teddi said, pretending to sound stern. “Maybe Steve just wants to date someone nice for once.” she offered.

“Thank you, Teddi. She’s very nice.” Steve smiled, his mind clearly drifting to thoughts of Nancy. Teddi thought it was sweet. She briefly wondered if Billy ever looked that way when he spoke about her. Not likely, she thought with a sigh.

Carol let out a loud snort and she and Tommy fell back into a fit of laughter. “Nice?” she asked. “Steve doesn’t like nice. He likes easy. And Nancy wheeler is the complete opposite of easy.” it was to the point where Steve wasn’t able to find the humor in the situation anymore. It wasn’t often that Teddi saw Steve truly annoyed, but she did notice that Tommy and Carol were usually the reason for it happening.

“Maybe he’s looking for a challenge this time,” Tommy offered. “Maybe he’s getting bored, eh, Steve?” he snickered.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Tommy. I’ll see you guys later.” Teddi offered an apologetic smile while Billy lifted his hand in a short wave.

“Gotta go find Nancy?” Tommy asked. Carol started making kissing noises. “See ya later, Lover Boy! Give her a kiss for me!” he called after Steve. Steve threw a middle finger over his shoulder, the pair only laughing louder.

Teddi felt like she had a headache coming on. She almost wished she could find some sort of excuse to get Billy away from them and enjoy what was left of their lunch in peace. Tommy and Carol were joking around with each other now, so thankfully it was easier for her to tune them out. She let out a slow breath of smoke as she surveyed the parking lot around them. She could see the middle school from where she was. She and Billy usually waited there for Max after school whenever she needed a ride home.

There were two cop cars parked out in the front of the school. A patrol car and Chief Hopper’s Blazer. That paranoid feeling from the night before was back. She nudged Billy’s side with her elbow and nodded over to the other school. “Cops.” was all she said.

Billy didn’t say anything. But she could see the flash of worry in his eyes. Tommy quickly broke the silence. “Whoa! What do ya think happened?” he and Carol moved closer to the fence that separated the two parking lots.

It couldn’t have been anything too bad. There hadn’t been any news travelling the halls at school. Nothing on the morning announcements. Maybe some kids just got into a fight or something and the cops were there to scare them straight.

“You know, Johnathan Byers wasn’t here today,” Tommy said with a nearly evil looking grin. “Maybe he finally snapped and offed his whole family. Hop’s here to break the news to the principle.” Teddi felt a chill up her spine at the way Tommy and Carol laughed at the suggestion.

Teddi knew that there wasn’t a chance of that happening. Johnathan was a good guy. Just quiet. Still, this whole thing was starting to make the goosebumps come back.

“Tommy, will you shut the fuck up?” Billy asked in a tired tone. “Do you gotta be so fuckin’ morbid all of the time?” he glared over at his friend. Tommy only grinned and shrugged. Teddi stepped on what was left of the cigarette and excused herself. She didn’t give Billy time to say anything or follow after her. It was like that for the rest of the day. Teddi hid within herself and wondered why the cops were over at the middle school. And why Johnathan was absent.

When it was time for Billy to give her a ride back to the arcade, he decided to try and ease her worries. “Hey, Max. We saw Hopper was over at your school. What happened? Henderson finally take my suggestion and kick those little assholes in the balls?”

Max had been uncharacteristically quiet since getting into the Camaro. It definitely didn’t make Billy feel any better. She shifted around in the backseat, her eyes trained down at her shoes. Teddi frowned and turned to face her. “Max? Is everything okay?”

“...Will didn’t come home last night. His mom said he never made it back from Mike’s. They can’t find him anywhere.” an almost sickening silence filled the car. Teddi felt her stomach drop. She thought she might get sick. She turned back in her seat, staring hard down at the dashboard.

Billy’s eyes flickered between the two girls. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He almost wanted to blame Tommy for making that stupid joke at lunch. Like somehow it was his fault that Teddi and Max were so upset. “...It’s only been a few hours,” he finally said. “Maybe...maybe he tried to take a short cut and he got lost. They’ll find him. No problem.” he didn’t really believe that. That sort of thing never happened except for maybe in those stupid lifetime movies that Susan liked to watch. He felt a wave of nausea roll over him as he imagined what might have happened to the Byers kid.

The girls were silent for the rest of the ride to the arcade. Billy noticed that Max was trying to hide the fact that she was crying. He didn’t say anything. Teddi face had nearly turned white. She was just staring straight out at the road. She barely blinked. He knew that on some level she had probably found a way to blame herself. That bad feeling she had last night had been a sign and she had ignored it. Like somehow she was supposed to just know that Will Byers had been in trouble. Just like the night before, Billy reached over and placed his hand on her knee. She didn’t move.

When they made it to the Palace Arcade’s parking lot, Teddi wordlessly got out of the Camaro. “I’ll be back, Max,” Billy muttered, following Teddi over to the driver’s side of her van. “Hey, hey. Are you okay?” he took her by the elbow and turned her to face him. “You’re freaking me out, Larsson.”

Teddi looked up at Billy’s nervous expression. She smiled a little. “Are you saying you’re worried about me, Billy?”

Billy let out a relieved breath through his nose and grinned down at her. “...If I say yes does that mean you’ll let me come over tonight?” he wasn’t very good at this. Talking. Comforting. More often than not he just ended up hitting on her and hoping for the best.

Teddi was quiet for a moment, and Billy was almost worried that he had upset her. “...Come over at ten. My parents will be asleep by then. Just park down the street so they don’t see your car, okay?” Billy nodded.

He watched Teddi drive off before getting back in the Camaro. Max crawled into the front seat and roughly rubbed at her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie. Billy didn’t look directly at her. He drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel. “...You wanna get ice cream or something?”

Max nodded, smiling a little. “Ice cream sounds good.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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denbroughbill · 5 years

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my fic for @stenbranlon for the @it2ficexchange

prompt: "like an old western au where someones a cowboy and someone else is like the mayors kid"

mike hanlon’s the proud owner of a saloon dead center of town. it’s only late in the afternoon when he makes it in, trusting beverly marsh, best worker and close confidant, to open for him. there’s someone playing the piano now and mike serves some people at the bar.

at some point, there are quick whispers and he hears someone running outside. they yell something that mike doesn’t quite catch, too distracted pouring drinks waiting customers, but it’s enough for everyone to shut their mouths. he looks up, knitting his eyebrows at how quiet it is, and there are hooves faintly coming from outside. someone swears, everyone trying to look through the bar windows without moving, and eddie, who cleans tables and swipes counters, purses his lips next to him.

the double doors swing open and mike rests his elbows against the counter. the mister has stopped playing the piano in the end of the bar and everyone turns their heads towards that front door. mike frowns, not understanding why everyone shut their mouths, and a man walks into the place.

he’s wearing all black, with a long sleeved shirt and hat. black high boots that matches his tight pants. a golden belt and dark vest. there’s a bandana covering half of his face and he’s slender, guns on each side of his waist. the floor creaks with his light move and there’s a gulp in the air.

beverly finally breaks the silence, as brave and daring as mike saw of her, telling the man to keep his weapons by the door just like they always do. there’s a brief pause and the air is tense, so different from before. everyone is either glaring or looking scared. mike watches the stranger finally move, taking his weapons out of his holsters.

once he places them at a counter, a worker organizes them with the rest with trembling hands, and mike’s blood runs cold when the man pulls his bandana down. he sees a light beard, copper hair and freckles. the more he walks into the bar, the more the boy takes in his details. blue eyes scanning the place, chin up, and a scar on his left eyebrow.

mike’s lips part and he remembers all the stories he’s ever heard about that figure. whispers shared around a bonfire, rumors that he cut his own tongue and never talks. that his gang ended so many lives, murdering people for no reason other than wanting to have fun and stealing from them. outlaws, with a heavy bounty on their heads. they bring chaos, wherever they go. he swallows and people slowly start murmuring, returning to their lives, and there’s music back in the place. the man sits down near a window, resting his legs up on the wooden table.

“it’s the red snake,” mike finally breathes, not being able to take his eyes off that man. “he’s the leader of the hellbreakers…they’re a fucking legend.”

“well, that ain’t sounding much like good news to me,” beverly says, playing with her red locks.

eddie sighs, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself. “they were seen nearby and i was hoping they wouldn’t show up, but i guess god didn’t listen.”

“what? how do you know that?”

“oh honey,” beverly sighed, grabbing eddie’s shot and tossing it back for herself. “people talk.”

they live in such a small town, nothing ever happens there. there’s no reason for such a man to be there, let alone a leader of a gang, and they can just hope he leaves soon without causing any trouble. when the boy’s eyes wander to see that stranger again, he’s already staring back at him. mike tenses up, but he doesn’t break their gaze, seeing light blue in the distance. the man narrows his eyes, taking the cigarette between two fingers, and smoke leaves his lips. mike's heart beats faster and he doesn’t know if it is for fear or curiosity. beverly hums and adjusts her red dress, as if calling his attention. some women try to approach him and mike just snorts when they all turn around with a huff, rolling their eyes.

he keeps glancing at that corner, though, and that stranger seems to be always looking at him first. it makes mike’s cheeks redden and he clears his throat, choosing to chat with some of laddies of the house. beverly pinches her cheeks and adjusts her boobs before walking towards that man, her turn to try, and eddie just smiles at her. the girls giggle next to him, opening their fans to hide their grins. however, mike's face falls when the cowboy just points at the boy with his chin. beverly turns to him for a second and she speaks, but they can’t hear her from there. mike’s heart skips a beat and he shakes his head at them, muttering a no. beverly shrugs and the guy glares at her, making a motion with his hand.

what could that cowboy want with mike hanlon?

when the last wagon of the night arrives, mike gives beverly and eddie the okay to leave for the night, and mike pays for their booze and brings the boxes inside between huffs. the cowboy against the window scared most of his customers out the door after noon. less customers just means there's less chance for brutes, drunks, and the lovely combination of the two to start fights on his property. those always cause more trouble than entertainment, having to deal with the repercussions of such things were never fun for anybody but the spectators who didn't have to replace damaged goods. and he wasn't interested in bringing out the shotgun tonight.

mike was quite alright with polishing the last of the glasses. “quite a charming, little cantina you have here, my good man."

mike glances at up at the stranger but doesn’t let himself linger too hard. he chuckles to himself, those are the first words that man’s spoke all day. mike was getting ready to kick him out as he was shutting down. as a businessman who saw much to do about everything in this small town, he took small pride in knowing each and every bastard who traipsed through his door. certainly helped in regards to remembering just who he needed to rough up to get the tap paid proper. and there are faces he’s not very fond of every night, but this one is different.

there's a reason he's stayed around this long. he curses to himself and sets his glass down, he hasn’t turned off the taps yet. "what does the gentleman want tonight? i will have to kick you out after first glass, so don't get too comfortable."

the cowboy smirks, now standing in front of the bar. "i've actually come seeking other necessities."

“if you come looking for a woman, then you are out of luck. they’re gone for the night.” mike takes this moment to make eye contact.

“no, no, i've not come looking for sexual pleasantries.” the red snake gave a husky laugh. “no, not right now. i've come to inquire about lodgings for a night or two. perhaps more if my luck has not quite dried up.” the man finally takes his hat off and places it on the counter and it’s the first time the mike can take a good look at him.

he has danger written all over him. beverly was right, not good news at all. mike knows that face and it doesn’t take long for him to realize just how these features are familiar to him. if he glances past the man, he can see a torn up, weathered parchment on the post of his door. an old wanted poster nailed up long ago.

william "red snake" denbrough: outlaw wanted for murder and many other things that just don’t fit on a meager piece of paper. there’s a reward on his head, dead or alive. nobody has gone to hunt the man and come back with any kind of story. or come back at all, to be brutally honest.

mike feels for the shotgun close by, beneath the counter. always there just for the instances where shooting a hole in his roof to spook a few drunks and alerting the authorities was the only solution. he’s never been happier to have it so at hand. if not for his life, but his financial safety, and to claim that reward money for his own pockets. getting this outlaw out of his hair for the night was just a bonus.

“and why should I be the one to point you in the right direction?” mike keeps his hand on the handle of his weapon as he watched the outlaw with a keen eye. “way i see it, i would just be leading you straight to the folk who would take your head for themselves.”

bill chuckles lowly and fiddles with the belt on his hip. mike noticed it when he came in, but he must have put it back but on his lip, and it’s never been of worry untill now. about everybody had a piece on hand, but not everybody was a hardened criminal.

"cause i’m not looking for any kind of bed. i've come searching just for yours.”

that has him curious. and flustered, mike hates to admit. propositioning him of all things? ghastly man indeed. and to fall for it as well? what did that make him? mike keeps his thoughts at bay, keeping a look of professional disinterest.

“and what reason would that be? one of my more idiotic regulars peg you down to clear away their debt with me? their debt will still be there come morning when my blood is dried.” it’s true. "so i would not waste your bullets on me.”

“i’ve come not on a job. i am quite sincere when i say i need a bed. and i would hope a man of your caliber would understand.” bill has his elbow on the counter now, leaning in much closer than need be now that they are alone. it’s threatening, plain as that. and while he won’t show it, the outlaw is doing quite a decent job at it, his tall and lean stature aiding him quite nicely.

“my caliber…” mike grits out. “as a humble saloon man?”

“no, no. i mean as a fellow man avoiding the law.”

a pregnant pause. a creak of floor boards as the building settles. mike feels his blood go as cold as the pipes in the winter. and his shock must show because the auburn man is smirking like he just won a game of cards.

“that poor, poor town fifty miles yonder. the one that seemed to turn into a ghost town overnight.” bill fiddles with a toothpick left out on the bar. mike watches him with unblinking eyes. “no survivors and no evidence that a single weapon was drawn. a real mystery that one.” mike transfixed on his words and the meager toothpick at the mercy of the outlaw’s fingers, watching it be toyed with gently.

“you were seen in that town not long before.” the toothpick snaps. “i wonder why.”

the saloon owner knows. it was true. the town of castine had use of his services long ago. a sickness that seemed to spread from home to home. their doctor had succumbed to it as well. and mike hanlon was a man of medicine, to go along with his upkeep of his liquor business. a man who was known to be called when no one else could.

for a fee of course. or a list of favors that they would be expected to give once he sent men for collection. sure, he could understand some tardiness. but that could happen only enough times before he grew sick of waiting. he was a businessman. and in business, one must face the consequences.

the saloon wasn't doing too well, and it had to be resorted to. his father- the town's mayor, knew nothing of it. he gave him enough crap choosing to own the saloon, how would he feel knowing his son was using the saloon as a front for a murder service?

but he was usually so careful! never by his own hand, by the gods never, but when it came to dealing the deadly duty, the saloon-doctor-gang boss would only trust his men to get the job done quickly and cleanly. well, as clean as teaching a lesson can get. he’s got to have a word with beverly and eddie soon.

“what--” mike straightens himself and eyes the door just in case. “what is it that you needed again, sir .”

bill snickers. he places his hat on his chest, giving a teasing bow. “why, only a safe place of lodging. for a night or two.” he shrugs. “here and there.” his gaze is deadly. “whenever i call.”

tension swelled during the staredown, and there was quick motion on the cowboy's part, pulling the pistol from his hip. he pressed it firmly under mike's chin and tilted his head up to lock eyes with bill. "you wouldn't want your daddy knowing what you do after hours, would ya?"

mike's sweating, he knows it’s a dangerous gamble. housing a highly sought out criminal like that? the effects of denying this man though could end in many ways. could easily end with a shootout that attracts attention, grabbing the sheriff. and losing that potential sweet reward of his head. but there is also the pickling situation of being outed, locked up, and worked to the bone on the railway.

or killed. any situation besides obliging him could easily end up with a hole in his head, still with a gun pressed under his head. not an option.

there’s not much a man can do in this situation. and it’s with that that mike hangs his head with his a release of held breath. he takes his hand off the shotgun and reaches for the good whiskey on the shelf behind him.

“you should know coming to me is the equivalent of a business partnership,” mike explains sternly as he pours not one but two crystal glasses. “my facilities, your services. we only stand to mutually benefit from an agreement.”

“i couldn’t think of a better way to come together, mr. hanlon.”

amber liquid sloshes as their glasses clink. as they down their burning pledges to one another.

the west becomes so much more dangerous in that moment.

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