#ao3 might be fucked
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With Thunder Comes Lightning
Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.
art by @gryphll
Chapter 4 - Appointment
Doctor appointments weren't MJ's favourite thing. She had a phobia of needles and other medical garbage. The smell of sterile stuff made her ill.
Of course, Peter has to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. For her safety, MJ had their new buddy.
"It's just a checkup. Everything's going to be fine," MJ told herself, biting her lower lip. "I don't feel fine. Ok. Can I have some encouragement?"
"I've never been to a hospital, so I can't accurately assure your safety," Miguel stated, the coldness of it concerning her. "I'll kill whoever comes too close. Does that help?"
"You're trying. That's helpful enough, tough guy."
"I suspect you're infantilising me."
"I have a baby growing in me. Everyone is an infant to me now. And you're, y'know, a decade younger than me."
His little grumble was cute.
MJ might not know how to make a portal watch or swing webs, but she could see when someone was hurt.
The entire situation hurt her best friend; Peter was a good man with a titanic heart, and it weighed heavily on him. She wanted to hug and tell him it was ok, but she couldn't lie to his face. She didn't know how this would turn out.
He cried himself to sleep last night. He was grieving the loss of his friends alone. He tended to put himself on an island when in pain, not wanting to put the burden on others. It was a selfless part of him she used to love, but now she worried.
Her best friend was in pain, as was her new friend.
"Is there anything that they can do here to help you?" MJ asked, her blue eyes wandering up to meet those dark sunglasses.
"There's nothing to help in my universe. I doubt it'll be any different here."
"You never know. They might have something for those allergies and the light thing."
"No."
"Hmm, that sounds like self-harm."
"It's not undeserved."
"What is it with Spidermen and being all self-sacrificing?"
"We have the power to do something. We can do enough to make a significant change. By sacrificing ourselves, the people we protect can rest in peace. That's what it means to be Spiderman."
"Almost sounds like a quote."
"It was. From the Spiderman of my universe before me."
He was from the future, but MJ didn't even consider there might have been a previous Spiderman. Was it like Peter and Miles?
It's exciting learning about other universes.
"What was he like? The one before you?"
"I never met him. He died long, long before I came to be. When Klyntarus ruled our universe, there weren't any heroes or anybody with the power to do something - I'm... still alone on that front. But he was a good man from what I understand."
At least Peter had co-workers, allies and friends.
She was sad knowing that Peter had died there. All of the other heroes, too. It wouldn't be surprising if Klyntarus had something to do with that.
It's sweet that he was inspired by the original Spiderman, though.
He's right, though. If you can make a change for the better, you should.
The creed of Spiderman is to put others before yourself; it's a heavy burden but an honourable one. She respected it.
"I'm glad that he inspired you."
"Gracias."
MJ didn't like the smell of the hospital entrance. It was messy, sterile and also tainted with puke. Thankfully, she wasn't alone in her disgust.
"Oh, mierda. Huele como una morgue horneada," he hissed, cringing.
"No idea what you said, tough guy, but agreed."
She didn't enjoy having to sign in. The receptionists weren't interested in being helpful, mostly ignoring MJ. They only started to pay attention when Miguel growled; it reminded MJ of a pissed-off cane corso.
Having a giant buff Latino vampire proved helpful. He's like a bodyguard, scaring people into listening to her. She used to do that for Peter when people ignored him for being a nerd.
She loves nerds. They've got so many interests and know many intriguing things. They can never bore you.
With the giant having kidnapped their attention, MJ was finally able to get things moving. All they had to do now was linger in the cesspool of stench until her doctor could be assed.
MJ's not happy about sitting on a warm chair surrounded by sick people, all looking as pleased as her.
She hates hospitals.
"How's your first hospital visit?"
"Mierda."
"Agreed."
Although MJ didn't have spidey sense, she had bullshit sense, courtesy of being a little redhead spitfire. She could detect something akin to one of those space wizards in those movies that Peter enjoyed.
There is a foulness in the force.
With some scouring, MJ spotted the source of the foulness. It was a woman glowering at her and her friend, paler than carved marble; she must be anaemic.
MJ's been around long enough to see one of those people.
She's not standing for it. She might be eight months pregnant and a shorty, but MJ had a spider's spirit.
Hopefully, she could distract him from that witch.
"If it's not rude for me to ask, is Nueva a Spanish version of new york?"
"No. It was destroyed in the calamity of 2038 and was rebuilt by Hector Nueva, soon named after him. I'm just Mexican. A little Irish, too."
"You're a damn big leprechaun."
"Very funny. I'm more like a Chupacabra, anyway."
"And here I thought you didn't like vampires."
"I don't. Vampires suck. Chupacabras are cool."
"They do suck."
"You're worse than Parker."
"I take that as a compliment, thank you."
Peter will feel much better knowing that she's not alone. She's got a buddy guard to protect her from any ominous sludge.
All Miguel has to do is sit in the corner and be spooky.
She was due measurements, weighing, blood pressure, a quick ultrasound, and possibly a pelvic exam - she hated those. It's so awkward and invasive.
While MJ should want nobody else in the room, she doesn't get a pervy vibe from Miguel. He didn't react when she came out of the shower, not bothered or even interested. He didn't have a single care about that sort of thing.
Her bullshit sense often intertwines with her gaydar. He's not straight; she knew that much. If she were a gambler, MJ would put her money on asexual.
Does he know what that is? She might ask later.
"MJ."
"Yeah?"
"We need to leave."
"Wait, is it him? Is he coming?" MJ questioned.
She was scared of being too close to that monster. It's hurt her friends so much, and she hasn't even seen it.
MJ didn't get to ask more as a roar echoed from outside.
Before she knew what was happening, she was facing the pale ceiling, bright orange webbing keeping her there. Several other people were up as well, but not her surprise roommate.
A suited Miguel was beneath her in the waiting room, his hands gripping the thick horn of nonother than Aleksei Sytsevich, also known as the Rhino.
Something was wrong, though. His thick hide was burned and scorched, ooze dripping and refusing to mix with his blood.
His face, usually mixed with rage and bloodlust, was full of fear and anguish. Most of his face was gone, reduced to burned bone. He only had a single eye, but she doubted he could see from it.
"Помогите мне кто-нибудь!" Rhino roared, his voice bloodcurdling and terrified. "Обжигает! Обжигает!"
MJ didn't understand Russian, but she knew he was in agony.
A black sludge ripped from his spine, red eyes scowling at Miguel.
"2099! What a coincidence! Such a little universe, hmm?" Klyntarus cackled, forcing Rhino to push forward. "Such weak little bodies. Can you imagine how it feels to be a flame sailing a sea of kerosene?"
"Eres toda mía, perra mocosa!"
"I look forward to you trying."
She winced as Rhino cried again, begging for help that couldn't come.
Klyntarus rammed into Miguel again, pushing him through the empty reception desk. People were running in panic, terrified.
MJ scrambled for her phone, texting Peter as quickly as she could. As soon as he realised she was there, it would go to ultimate shit.
Pick up your damn phone, Parker!
Peter hopped past Morbius' claws, finding them far less impressive than Miguel's. Honestly, the vamp had nothing on Peter's roommate.
He didn't have Miguel's power or claws; even Miguel's fangs were much more intimidating. The red of his eyes had much more potency than Morbius'.
"You are depriving some village of their idiot!" Morbius sneered, trying to pierce Peter.
"And Twilight is missing one of its vamps!"
Peter jumped on the ledge of a balcony, cracking his aching back.
He wasn't sure how to feel about Morbius now. He was somewhat interested at the beginning. After ten years, though? it got old.
At this point, Morbius was the villain of the week.
Weirdly, he felt like a knockoff compared to his fellow spider. He didn't have the same energy or vibe.
He can't put it into words exactly, but compared to Miguel, Morbius is nothing.
"That movie is an insult to what makes vampires so-"
"-Lame?" Peter finished, uninterested. "Are you going to sparkle now?"
"Insolent brat!"
"I'm almost forty, dude."
"You're younger than me, so you're a brat!"
Man, so this is how Miguel felt.
He's still going to annoy him over being younger. What friend would Peter be if he didn't?
When Morbius pounced, Peter jumped onto a nearby roof, feeling his cracked phone buzz. He should ignore it, given he's fighting a "mighty" foe, but his senses demand otherwise.
Peter looked at his phone, seeing a missed call from MJ. Was she done with her appointment already? That was quick!
The text, however, told him otherwise.
Fuck Peter with a salty menorah. He's there.
"I've got a thing. Debate movies with you later, Mikey!"
"Darn you, Spiderman!"
"Whatever!"
He wasted no chance racing towards the hospital, and police were already surrounding the chaos. He landed upon a police car, fear dancing in his bones.
Peter's spidey senses were screaming to run away, but he couldn't. His friends and baby were in there.
As expected, Jameson was still kicking, talking to news cameras, no doubt blaming Peter for this, somehow. He's glad he quit working for that asshole; it was such a toxic environment.
Whatever, he's too old to care about what Jameson's whining about.
Peter swung inside, smelling the rot already. He's here alright. It disgusted him that Klyntarus was attacking a hospital, but he was already vile; Peter shouldn't be shocked at his evil.
There were glowing, orange webs on the ceiling where MJ's text said she'd been. He couldn't see her anywhere, so he would have to go looking. The trail of bloody melted viscera and rot was a good indicator.
The hospital looked like something out of a horror movie; it was decayed, in ruin. It's been infected by Klyntarus.
He was scared that he would find her and hurt them. He was terrified of being a father but even more afraid of losing his child.
Fuck, how can Miguel cope with losing his daughter? Peter hadn't even met his kid and was scared for them.
Peter crept through the ruins, cautiously stepping over suspicious mounds that stank of death. He relied on his spidey senses, but they were overwhelmed by that monster's presence.
Something big had barrelled through the hospital, almost like a torpedo or tank. It would take ages to fix this place up if that were even possible.
Klyntarus destroyed everything around him. It's likely that wherever he goes, it's inhospitable.
He saw some glowing web, a sign of his teammate. He followed it, finding a deep hole that ran so far down that Peter couldn't see the bottom. It appeared to reach the under levels of the hospital; there should only be a basement, though.
Another buzz from his damaged phone - a text!
Peter stared at it, analysing the three dancing dots that eventually became a message. His heart was tachycardic with worry and fear.
The older Spiderman ran, looking at the fading numbers on the doors he passed. He paused at 16B, the one that MJ's number indicated. Despite knowing it could be a trap, Peter broke the door open, scouring the room.
MJ was sitting beside a gurney. She was in shock, afraid and alone.
A recently deceased young man lay not far from her. He was horrifically burned, and most of his left leg was reduced to sludge. He died slowly; Peter knew that as soon as he spotted him.
He quickly came to his best friend's side, checking her for injuries.
"He had Rhino's body," MJ whimpered, shaking from the ordeal. "He was crying for help, Peter. Rhino. He was in agony."
That explained why the hospital had a giant hole in it.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Peter said, bridal carrying his close friend. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No. No, Miguel distracted him so we could run out. Something went wrong, though. The bodies didn't stay -"
"Parker!"
Peter twisted to the deceased man, who was now sitting up, black fluid running from his orifices. His eyes were empty, devoid of life, but something was in there, puppeteering him.
He was close to tightening his grip but knew it'd hurt MJ. He wouldn't do that to her.
She clung to his body, hiding her face in his chest.
"He will reign long, and your friend will be far too gone!" the corpse cackled, rotting at an astonishing rate. He melted to bones before Peter's eyes. Not even his clothes survived the rot.
As cryptic as that was, Peter knew what it was implying.
Peter had to get MJ outside first, however.
He made his way out of the hospital, feeling that fear fade with each step. The further from Klyntarus he was, the more confident he felt.
Did Klyntarus' very presence rot your soul? It seemed so.
"Keep her safe," Peter ordered a surprised and confused police officer, turning back towards the building. "And don't let anybody else inside. I mean it."
"It's the same thing that killed those heroes, isn't it?" the officer said, removing her jacket to cover MJ. "Don't die in there, Spiderman."
"I don't plan on it."
He couldn't make any promises.
So, fear growing in his chest, Peter returned to the leftover Walking Dead set. He wouldn't be shocked to find Rick Grimes' room where he was somehow untouched in a coma for a year.
That entire show was a fever dream; he was sure of it. After Glenn died, the only fun left was, ironically, Negan. He'll have to make Miguel watch that.
When he arrived at the suspicious hole, Peter jumped. His knees complained when he landed, cracking in all the wrong and unsatisfying ways.
The fear of Klyntarus was far more potent than before, suffocating Peter in an aura of fear and death.
He's not looking for that thing, though.
Peter quickly spotted the entrance to a tunnel that shouldn't exist.
Rhino's body lay mangled and twisted at the entrance like a macabre decoration. Instead of being melted, it looked like a savage beast and tore the poor bastard apart. He didn't want to be on the backside of whatever caused that.
He walked down the tunnels, listening out for his friend.
His senses went off, sending a tingle down his spine. He turned around, annoyed to see Morbius had followed him.
"Not the time, Count Lame-ula. Ugh, that sounded better in my head. Whatever, could you go and haunt some little kid's birthday party? I'm in the middle of something."
"What horrors could have created such strife?" Morbius asked, both in awe and horrified by the situation.
"An extradimensional genocidal evil Symbiote that decays whatever he touches. You should go before you eats you, too."
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care."
"You're trying to deceive me!"
"Not everything is about you!"
"Fool! I am the reincarnation of the great Count Dracula!"
"Sure, and I'm the reincarnation of Link - see my little fairy, Navi? We're on our way to rescue Zelda," Peter sighed, rolling his eyes behind his mask. "Just go bother someone else, alright?"
Vampires suck.
Peter paused, feeling something else was down here. It wasn't Klyntarus, but it felt similar and yet distinct. He could feel it was nearby and dangerous, but not the precise position.
That "something" was coming and fast.
Of course, Morbius acted like a child and attempted to attack Peter while distracted. He wouldn't get the chance to get close, however.
A blur of red and dark pounced upon Morbius before he could reach Peter, his senses screaming at him to run. He couldn't see what it was but could hear the rabid rage and terrified cries.
Peter webbed the mysterious form and pulled it away from Michael, hearing a dog-like grunt of annoyance and frustration.
A pair of deep, red eyes stared back at Peter. They were similar to Klyntarus'; they had his unique shade, but Klyntarus didn't have pupils or irises. The eye shape was far too human to be Klyntarus, even if he tried to make a human body.
The eyes were what Peter was focused on at first, but then he saw what the rest of the red was.
A suit.
"Miguel?" Peter questioned, realising what, or rather who, he was looking at.
His pupils were so thin they were almost non-existent. He was shaking, breathing heavily and hunched over, foamy drool dripping onto the ground.
While Miguel didn't exist to Peter's spidey sense, this did. It wasn't the same as Klyntarus, but it was similar enough.
Miguel was swallowing air. It's like he was in a scary trance, trapped far away.
His claws were out, ready to scratch something that wasn't there. His fingers were shaking so much.
Peter felt like he was looking at a werewolf, pure instinct and consciousness battling for control, and the former was dominant.
Morbius shifted into shadows, reforming behind "Miguel". It was a stupid idea, for Miguel turned and bit Morbius' arm.
Having seen what it could do to Klyntarus, Peter grabbed his friend. The stupid villain was clawing at Miguel's face, trying to make him let go. Glowing blue was dripping from Morbius' arm - the venom was already being delivered.
"Get it off me!" Morbius yelled, turning his vampiric claws to Miguel's neck. He wouldn't let go, eyes staring at something that wasn't there.
It was clear Miguel wasn't there. He couldn't hear Peter, stuck in this bizarre and scary trance.
An idea came to Peter.
He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it directly into Miguel's eyes.
The trance version of his friend yowled, letting go to cover his eyes. While Morbius had left deep scratches on his face, the photophobia forced him to let go.
Morbius stumbled back, his arm shaking horribly.
Ignoring the vampire, Peter grabbed Miguel's shoulders, trying to figure out what was happening.
His "buddy" dropped his arms loosely, glowering towards Peter, but it didn't seem directed at him.
"It's me. It's Peter, alright?" Peter said, trying to get through to him. "How about we sit down? Does that sound good?"
He knew Miguel was much more powerful than him, but Peter's faster. If he needed to, Peter could stick to the walls or ceiling.
Encouraging his distant friend to sit down, Peter watched him, paying attention to his eyes.
Without any stimulation, he watched the redness in his eyes fade. When the red left, some awareness returned, replaced by confusion.
"What happened?" Peter asked, glancing at the groaning Morbius still clutching his arm.
"Había mucho ruido," Miguel muttered, rubbing his eyes. "He tried to take me. Estúpido bastardo."
The corpse's warning.
Did Klyntarus trigger a flight or fight response, only instead of Miles' invisibility, Miguel went rabid? It could've been a PTSD thing, too.
"Where's MJ?"
"She's safe," Peter said, feeling Klyntarus' presence growing. "We need to go."
Peter grabbed the taller man's side, feeling his broken ribs. That never seemed to stop him.
"I can move."
"I don't doubt that, but you still seem out of it."
The possession attempt had an impact, as he was still spaced out. It was like he was stoned or drunk.
"Happens sometimes," his friend grunted, a noise that did things Peter wished it didn't. "I didn't hurt you?"
"No. All I'm hurting from is arthritis."
"I always hurt someone..."
He didn't like hearing the sadness and regret there. And Peter couldn't say that he hadn't. He attacked Morbius and must've killed Rhino, though that seemed to be a mercy.
"Indeed."
Peter scowled at Morbius' body, watching "his" head tilt. While Peter was focused on Miguel, he didn't even realise Morbius got snatched.
He didn't like the guy, but Morbius didn't deserve that fate.
The kidnapped body was already starting to decay.
"I'm going to take everything from you, Peter. I'll break you in ways you didn't think could be broken. And I'll have him, too," Klyntarus vowed, tilting Morbius' head too far to the right. "I'll let you play with my toy for now. It'll make it all the easier to break him after I've shredded your soul."
"What's to stop me from walking over there and ripping you out of there?"
"Because you're like all the other Parkers I've eaten. You don't kill, even when you want to. You won't kill me while I'm in someone's body. It's cowardice I thankfully bred out of my true body." His friend hissed, but it only made Klyntarus smile. "You've come so far from the fragile ball of flesh I ripped from that whore wetback."
Peter can't kill. It's his greatest strength and his weakness. How is he meant to beat something that'll only stop if it's destroyed?
He needed to get Miguel out of here and look after MJ. He had to find somewhere safe for her to stay.
Regardless of how his friend felt, they needed help. They were going to get the X-Men for backup.
"Until I find a more suitable temporary vessel, Parker. Farewell."
Peter shot a web at Morbius' possessed body, but he vanished into shadow.
Another day where he could've done something but didn't have the balls. That was a theme he was getting angry at.
"Maldito cobarde."
"Yeah, to whatever you said, pal."
Xavier's going to have a field day over this.
Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!
#ao3 refugee#ao3 might be fucked#ao3fic#peter b parker#miguel o'hara#peter b parker x miguel o'hara#spiderdads#klyntarus#symbiotes#mj watson#bestie goals mj#across the spider verse#spiderman atsv#attempted spanish#plague of the spiderverse series#with thunder comes lightning
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taking a break from the 3.06 euphoria to be fucking devastated about jamie tartt?? not remembering losing his virginity because it was such a traumatizing experience??? People keep saying they want jamie’s dad to show up again so we can get some closure on that front but honestly I hope he never comes back and I hope it’s because sometime between seasons 2 and 3 james tartt sr. was taken out back and shot
#if there aren’t 200 fics about this on ao3 by Saturday I might have to take matters into my own fucking hands#ted lasso#ted lasso spoilers#like actually though how much of Jamie’s childhood does he not even remember bc it’s just trauma after trauma#jason sudeikis im outside your house#posts by sj
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"Do you think Philza's okay?"
Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.
"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?
Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"
"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."
"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"
"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."
"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."
It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.
"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."
"Yes."
"Why?"
Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.
"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."
"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"
"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"
"The codes?"
"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."
"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."
"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.
Mostly.
"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"
"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."
Pac nods, and Fit types.
You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.
Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate
Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?
You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there
That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.
"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."
Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.
"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.
They warp together, and at the same time.
---
Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"
Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.
"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."
"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.
"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."
"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"
"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."
Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.
Philza sighs, and caves.
"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."
Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.
They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.
"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.
Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."
"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."
Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.
It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.
"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.
When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.
"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."
Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.
He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.
"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"
"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."
They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.
It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.
"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"
"You needed a guard," Philza says.
"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."
It's true, and they both know it.
Philza, however, doesn't speak.
At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.
"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"
"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."
"Promise?"
Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.
Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.
"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."
Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.
"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."
"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."
Fit squeezes his shoulder again.
"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."
Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.
#qsmp fanfic#qsmp philza#qsmp fit#qsmp pac#this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard#coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself#none of them are okay and they all need a hug#they got one in canon!#this is some more#and now my hands are completely dead#fuck three minifics in a day ow#brain really is just on nyoom today#it will not shut up#ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints#i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse#else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings
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The Boys S01E05: Good for the Soul
#hughie campbell#jack quaid#homelander#anthony starr#the boys#cara gifs#also the way homelander throws hughie down is just#oh it's very good#it feels so violent#ALSO#homelander's grip on his wrist in that last one??#how careful he's being not to push his hand right through hughie's back during that pat tbh#(but still i bet hughie has bruises in the shape of homelander's hands for WEEKS after)#you know i had to include hughie panicking underwater#this whole scene is just so fucking good#THIS EPISODE AS A WHOLE TBH#i'll just be over here#checking ao3 for homelander/hughie fics#of the badwrong variety thanks#yes I do think hughie is the only one homelander might actually get to top thanks for asking
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Burgers are How You Summon the Almighty Ghost King
EDIT: MASTERLIST
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Look. Bernard didn’t think it would actually work.
But, there he was. The Ghost King! In all his.... teenager glory...
“You are the Ghost King... right?” Bernard asked, handing the teen a ham sandwich he just put together.
“Oh, thanks,” said the teen, accepting the sandwich. “And, yeah. But I haven’t had my coronation yet, so a friend of mine is overlooking some things until I’m ready.”
“Cool,” said Bernard. Then, he gave the teen an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for summoning you, dude. When I read in the pamphlet that you needed ketchup and mustard drawn in the constellation of Corona Borealis, I really didn’t think it would work because it involved condiments and not... you know... blood sacrifices?”
The teen nodded. And after swallowing, he said, “It’s cool. I’m just surprised that the summoning requirements changed that fast across realms after a few jokes I made. It seems some ghosts just don’t leave things be. They probably worked this fast to tick me off...” The teen snorted at what he said, before continuing with a casual wave of his sandwich, “I should change the requirements again, into something more complicated maybe.”
“I could give you some ideas!” Bernard said. Then he gasped. “My boyfriend is REALLY good at contingencies and plans! He could give you some ideas, too!”
The teen frowned worriedly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked.
Bernard nodded, a bit enthusiastically because his bangs were hitting his eyes. “He’s amazing like that! And this isn’t just bias talking! He’s really good at almost everything, it’s insane! He’s a dork, but-”
“Okay! Okay,” the teen laughed. “I get it, he’s amazing.”
“Hell yeah, he is!!” Bernard said, hoping his smile isn’t too dopey.
O_O_O_O
Tim blinked. He blinked at the evidence of the summoning. He grimaced at the black ants that’s marching towards the mess.
Then he blinked at the white-haired teen in some kind of hazmat suit that blinked at him with eyes that reminded him too much of Jason. But Danny’s face looks kinda... familiar...?? Nah, no it doesn’t. But the green eyes does make Tim internally theorize that neon green is associated with death.
Then, he blinked at Bernard’s excited smile.
“Okay, first off, this summoning ritual is insulting,” Tim said, gesturing to it. “There’s barely any drama.”
The white haired teen ducked his head in embarrassment. “I was joking with some of the ghosts in charge of changing the summoning rituals... I don’t exactly understand why it’s important to have something that can summon me when the Ghost Realm and the Living Realm should be kept separate but... well... they insisted. And I was annoyed. And hungry. So, I said the next best thing that came to mind.”
Tim nodded. If he were less tired, he would be snorting in amusement and making some kind of joke Kon would be proud of. But right now? Tim had been awake for the last 71 hours and 45 minutes, a quarter of an hour before the hallucinations sets in, and the only thing keeping him going is coffee and Bernard’s promise for a sandwich. And Bernard, bless his boyfriend, is REALLY GOOD at making sandwiches.
“Okay,” he said, sitting down at the table and taking a bite out of his sandwich. “What if the ritual involved making sandwiches?”
Bernard frowned at his boyfriend. He rubbed Tim’s back, which was heavenly because Bernard’s hands were pleasantly warm. “Are you okay, Babe?”
“I’ll be fine,” he said. “But like you said, we’re just putting together ideas, so I’m also just spouting everything that comes out of my head.”
The teen nodded in understanding. “Right? Food’s just that powerful!” Then, his face turned serious. “I want it to involve making a burger. Not bought, but made from scratch from the summoner.”
Tim nodded, bringing out a notepad and wrote down what the teen said in the most illegible scribble Bernard’s ever seen. Hmmm, maybe Tim needs some rest.
“What should be the ingredients?” Tim asked, not looking up from his notepad while twirling his pen.
“We need to find the best burger there is in this world,” the teen said. “And then, we write down the ingredients for it, the step-by-step process of how it should be prepared, and what kind of soda it should be paired with.”
Tim nodded, jotting down what Danny said.
Bernard was honestly amused and worried. “Are you sure this is the kind of summoning that you want?”
The teen nodded. “It shouldn’t just be a burger bought from some fast-food burger joint. It has to be a Burger that I would be HAPPY to eat when I get summoned and have to listen to some creepy person’s plan for world domination!”
“Not everyone who will summon you will want to dominate the world,” Tim said.
The teen crossed his arms. “Then they should have no problem inviting me to a meal over a talk about how to save the world or whatnot.”
Tim circled some... scribbles and then closed his notepad with a snap, clicking his pen with finality and nodding towards the teen.
“By the way, what should we call you?” he asked the teen, who blinked at him. “I get the ‘names hold power’ thing, but I thought that only applies to the fae?” Tim asked, looking to Bernard for confirmation. And when Tim has to look to Bernard for confirmation, you KNOW that the young man is that badly sleep-deprived.
The teen laughed. “Don’t worry! You guys can know my name,” he said. Then, with a grin, a silver light circled around him and transformed him into a regular looking teen with black hair and blue eyes while wearing a Nasa shirt and a pair of jeans. He then held a hand out, and introduced himself, “I’m Danny.”
Tim blinked. Danny looked... a lot like Damian. Which should be concerning because his skin was just as dark as Damian’s a while ago... maybe Tim was too focused on the glowing green eyes? Damian also has green eyes... Huh. Does being a ghost make other people unable to recognize you when you’re being one?
Tim looked to his watch. It’s also 4 am. Oh...
Then, Tim looked to Bernard. “The hallucinations has set in.”
“Dammit, Babe!” Bernard screeched before catching his idiot boyfriend.
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*loud cackling* I’ve been drowning in Danny Phantom and Batman crossovers for days!!!! It was only time until I contributed something to the fandom! XD
Unfortunately, I’m not that good with multi-chapter fics, so I’m going to share the ideas I have for this AU!!
So:
- It’s a Danny and Damian are twins AU! Danny was an unnamed baby. He was weak and he was close to dying. Ra’s wanted him dead. Talia faked the baby’s death and tasked a loyal subordinate on his way to another mission in another state to drop the baby off somewhere safe. If the child were going to die, he should die in a place where he’ll feel love and care as a final gift from his mother.
- That love and care comes in the form of a two year old red head named Jazz who was out on a stroll with her giant father. It was sisterly-love at first sight on the baby left on the doorsteps of some old man that hated kids. Jazz wanted to keep the baby. And Jack, unable to say no to his princess, picks up the baby with such care, it was fatherly-love at first sight for Jack as well. Once the baby was brought home, cleaned and put into the yellow onesies Jazz once owned, Maddie had arrived home from shopping for some parts. One look at the baby, and it was motherly-love at first sight, too. When things start going wrong at their home, and the children are left to their own devices, Jazz would always care for her brother first.
- (I really didn’t think much about how they separate because I didn’t focus on that)
- Now, other than the explanation Danny gave, the importance of having a summoning ritual for the ghost king in this AU is in case the world truly is in danger and requires the ghost king’s help. Of course, while Pariah Dark was king, the summoning rituals were made difficult for the very reason that Pariah was an evil tyrant and shouldn’t be summoned because he will destroy the world rather than save it.
- Now that Danny is King, the ghosts know that the kid won’t be abusing his powers, not even in the human world. So, even if it were a joke, it was really alright for his summoning ritual to be easy. Plus, they really did want to tick him off and make him learn the hard way that he should take what they’re trying to advise him seriously. Clockwork even told them it was okay!
- Thankfully, it wasn’t the Guys in White or, Ancients forbid, his parents that summon him! It was someone who’s like Wes, but chiller. Danny Really Does need to make it more complicated.
- But having his summoning ritual involve Making Burgers?? That’s the only easy part. Danny wants to also put in them being able to imitate the Mona Lisa Portrait, the Chicken Dance - SCRATCH THAT! MAKE THEM DO THE COFFIN DANCE!, and---
- Tim is looking at him with JUDGMENT. And Danny is offended because it was Tim that suggested Sandwich-making in the first place! And then, Tim AGREED to the burger making!!
- Tucker thought it was a great idea when he returned to attend school! Sam doesn’t really care as long as the Burger doesn’t involve killing a cow by their hands and instead involves ground beef processed in the market.
- Tim tells him that they can make it complicated, but they are REMOVING THE MONA LISA AND COFFIN DANCE IDEA, and, like, Fine! Maybe having art and dance skills shouldn’t be a requirement!
- Tim then suggests that maybe the summoner should know the true value of ghosts, or, have knowledge that ghosts are sentient beings.
- Because Danny gives them a whole run-down on the laws involving ghosts that’s kept hush-hush by the government but is really there and hasn’t been changed. Tim wonders if Jason is really a zombie like he claims to be, or is actually half-ghost like Danny. But pushes it aside, because right now, researching on the internet on different burger recipes is confusing the fuck out of Bruce and Tim is thriving on it.
- But, to test Tim’s theory, Tim invites Jason to help them cook the different burger recipes. He advises Danny to be invisible while Jason does it, and he agrees. So, he transforms and turns invisible. But the moment Jason is there, Danny drops his invisibility, walks up to Jason, who’s in a daze, and cries while hugging the man.
- The Ghost King has many powers. And seeing how a ghost had died is one of them. (A headcanon for this au, because why not? I think it’s pretty angsty and cool! But also, it’s like after defeating the previous Ghost King, the powers associated with being Ghost King is also passed on? For now, Danny is still training on how to get a hold of these powers. But in the future, he’ll be able to control his powers, so he won’t be seeing the past of every ghost he meets without their consent. Consent is sexy, guys.)
- While Danny is hugging Jason, the corrupted ectoplasmic energy was getting purified. But Danny can only do the purification in small doses. And, well, he doesn’t need to hug Jason to purify him, but Danny doesn’t want to tell Jason that because the big guy looks deprived of hugs. So a daily dose of purification hugs is recommended for our resident undead.
- Jason grumbles, but assents to it because he hasn’t felt this light in years. He also helps them make the burgers.
- “We should just say ‘Get Jason Todd to cook your burgers, buy some root beer, and draw the constellation with melted chocolate’” Danny says, enjoying the burgers.
- Bernard nods, licking a finger clean of ketchup and mustard. “You gotta teach me how to make burgers like this, man,” he says to Jason. “The only burger patties I cook are the ones already packaged.”
- Jason smirked. “I’m still a student,” he said. Bernard and Danny were in disbelief. But Tim only nodded. “Alfred is the real master. He’s British, but the only food he messes up are the waffles and mashed potatoes. Everything else, he’s excels.”
- “But... anyone can make mashed potatoes???????”
- “We have a bet going on that he messes them up on purpose because Bruce likes them that way.”
- It’s when Danny de-transforms that Jason blinks and goes, “Whoa, you look like the Demon Brat!”
- Which then just proves Tim’s theory that maybe being a ghost has something to do with people recognizing them as humans. Maybe there’s an instant glamour when you’re a ghost for strangers to be unable to recognize you? Maybe when the ghost allows it, you’d be able to recognize them even as they appear or transform in front of you? Do all ghosts have the ability to appear human? Or is it just Danny? Can Jason transform?? But is Jason even half-ghost???
- (In this au, I’m having the glamour only working on halfas., but only because they assume two identities. When you’re a full ghost, you don’t have a different identity just your ghost one. Jason is not a ghost, he’s mostly human, not fully, because even as a human there is ectoplasmic energy running in his veins. Jason’s eyes will be glowing when he’s experiencing strong negative emotions, but these negative emotions are now more manageable. So, Jason is a human with ectoplasmic energy running in his veins. He doesn’t have two identities to switch with. No glamour for him, but being purified does make him a little bit stronger. Not superman strong, but the kind when you’re on an adrenaline high.)
- But also, yep, Tim wasn’t imagining it. Danny did look like Damian.
- It was then Bernard takes out his board full of red string and shares his theory on why Danny could be Damian’s long lost twin brother. Tim was probably asleep when he put this board together.
- “Assassins? Really?” Danny asked, amused. “I mean, I know I’m adopted, but why would I be associated with assassins? Wouldn’t the assassins be watching over me and keeping a closer eye on me in case my twin can’t take over as heir and they’d need a placeholder??”
- And so Bernard goes on, on how Danny was the weaker one of the twins. And maybe the boss wanted only the strong one, and maybe his mother had some ounce of motherly sympathy for him to be brought into a loving family before he eventually died. And there wasn’t any assassin assigned to him because they were so sure he’d die. Danny did explain to them that he got sick easily when he was younger. But after the accident that killed him, he didn’t get sick anymore. (Danny didn’t tell them that he’s still alive, though. He just told them he died, while he’s in the ghost world, he defeated the previous ghost king, and now he’s the ghost king).
- Cue Tim and Jason sweating in the background. Bernard could be right, because he mostly was right about Damian being associated with Assassins. But Danny doesn’t look convinced, just indulging, so thank goodness for that!
- So, it goes to a question on whether he wanted to meet Damian. But Danny tells them that he’ll think about it.
- So, they get on with choosing which burger “felt right”, but Danny decides to bring a burger he loves. From Nasty Burger. And asks Jason to try and make a better version.
- “Timmy, look for the recipe, will ya?”
- Danny is amused at the illegal hacking that was going on, but even if the recipe for Nasty Burgers might be a well-kept secret of the burger joint, he has no doubt these nerds will be able to find it.
- Tim downloads the recipe, Danny brings over the Nasty Burgers, they taste it and comments that it goes on par with Bat Burgers, to which Bernard arrives with his own batch for Danny to try.
- And, they were right. They are on par with each other. They both have their own distinct flavors for their patties, it’s unreal!
- Danny then decides to let both be a requirement for the ritual. A better version for both Bat Burger and Nasty Burger as improved by Jason Todd.
- After a full week of trying to make the perfect nasty burger and bat burger, Danny has to include all the other requirements for the ritual (like the root beer and how the constellation will be drawn, and that one requirement Tim suggested of the human having to have understanding of ghosts being more than just ghosts... Does Jason make a poem for Danny about it? Yes, he does. But nobody but Danny knows about this.)
-Finalized, The summoner has to read the poem out loud, draw the constellation with barbeque sauce, and place the ready-made burger by the summoner in the middle.
- Once Danny has put everything together, and tells the ghosts to update the summoning ritual, he asks Bernard to test it out (Jason ended up taking Bernard as a student in cooking).
- Danny appears in all his Ghost King glory, complete with a Nasty Burger Crown and Blanket Cape, with some cool neon green light show and some cool fog.
- It was a success! And they eat pizza as a celebration because they were sick of burgers already.
- They say good-bye to Danny. Danny tells them that he’ll still be visiting for Jason’s daily purification hugs, and they make plans for meeting up together.
....
- One day, Damian as Robin catches Jason in his safe-house watching a movie with Timothy, Bernard, and... a clone of himself? But that’s a story for another day.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny fenton#bernard dowd#timothy drake#tim drake#jason todd#timbern#goddamn this is long what the fuck#do i know anything about these two franchises other than what i read on tumblr and ao3?? NOPE!#i haven't revisited danny phantom nor read the dc comics and it shows#might post later on ao3
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Hi! Imma do something rare and actually make content, but its 11 at night and i just had a brain worm
for those of you that don’t know, i work at an accounting office. we do taxes. it is tax season. and now im thinking abt how AGSZC does taxes and what their papers are like and im inflicting it on the rest of you even if its gibberish
Angeal: A godsend. Keeps his forms in order and filed properly, calculates everything else himself like a good man. Papers honestly aren’t too bad, maybe 10-12 just because of his career/insurance plus his doubtless donations to charity, but aside from that. straightforward and done at his kitchen table
Genesis: A fucking NIGHTMARE. no doubt pays someone else to do it. and for fucks sake, i know he invests. constantly and consistently and probably in anything he thinks stands the slightest chance against shinra on the market. his 1099-B is a mess and definitely Not Totaled, so his is the bullshit you have to insert one. investment. at. a time. He’s the type that keeps fucking calling too, I can just tell. but, aside from the 1099-B, he’s probably got simple stuff as well. probably several 1099-INTs from several different bank accounts, maybe a couple 1098s floating around from vacation houses or some shit.
Sephiroth: Does his own. In ridiculously early. Makes almost no personal purchases so hardly has anything to pay. I can’t imagine not having a last name or not knowing his birthday doesn’t end up a legal problem somehow, so he likely has to walk directly into a damn tax office to say hey this is me and this is my shit no, someone isn’t stealing my identity. has one singular document and it’s his W-2. Which is. Fucking astronomical. Like, the number doesn’t even look right. His paycheck as a SOLDIER isn’t taxed, so he doesn’t really get much back on his refund. The only first without a healthcare /insurance form because why tf would Sephiroth have healthcare? What’s he gonna do, get sick?
not getting into how doing his own taxes was definitely a fight between him and Hojo at some point and ended up getting hashed out in a board room. Hojo didn’t like him having the autonomy of filing for himself instead of being claimed ad Hojo’s ‘dependent’. Sephiroth deadass threatened to go to court abt it. The President told Hojo to suck it up so they didn’t have to deal with scandal, Hojo wouldn’t tell Seph his birthday to be difficult, and here we are
Zack: Panicking. Late. Doesn’t know if his forms came in the mail, doesn’t know where he put them most of the time. Scrambles around for a fuck ton of receipts, ultimately has to request Shinra send him his shit again. DEFINITELY pays someone else to do it. W-2, 1095-A, 1099-C(s)(he has several debts i can feel it i love him but he screams bad financial decisions), probably some shit for his bike too. He customs it so I can see him listing some parts he buys for it as work expenses. Jokingly puts some money he gave aerith for flowers and what he spent to make her wagon as donations to charity and it actually goes through because the church is still considered a legal entity. Definitely has to pay late fees.
Cloud: Pays Tifa to do it. Filing for both of them is a nightmare cause all their shit burnt in Nibelheim, so once Edge gets right with the WRO they have to do all their paperwork from scratch and get reassigned SSNs. He genuinely has a fuckton of paperwork from doing the Strife Delivery Service. Luckily, only ‘employee’ he has is Tifa, and even then she doesn’t do things regularly aside from pick up the phone. Doesn’t make his business an LLC until he’s literally forced to due to his number of clients and someone trying to sue him for damages. 1099-NEC for TIfa for sure, then once he’s an LLC, some yearly maintenance to keep legal. Mileage and gas expenses go CRAZY on his self employment form, I fucking bet. I bet Cloud’s handwriting is shit tho. Tifa’s at her desk counting up his gains and losses for fucking ages because his fives look too similar to sixes. Eventually she wrangles him into installing some shit on his phone that counts it up, if only to cure her headache. Funnily enough, he does get veteran benefits from what’s left of Shinra’s shit, reparations of sorts, but he doesn’t keep it. All goes to charity, so that ends up in the books too.
alright, that was unnecessarily in depth and way longer than i planned. good night LMAO
#ff7#final fantasy 7#ffvii#sephiroth#cloud strife#final fantasy vii#ff7 cloud#zack fair#genesis rhapsodos#angeal hewley#ao3#agszc#sephiroth ff7#ff7 zack#cloud ffvii#ffvii genesis#ffvii sephiroth#fucking taxes bro#tax season#honestly this is just off the top of my head might add some shit later#shitpost (tentative)
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my dear,
my perfect darling
my love, my one and only
my yellow tulip.
i have picked up a small case, watson.
what is it?
i’m buying you some
diphylleia.
something trivial,
nothing to interest you.
i’ll be going out
to look at some flowers.
what for, holmes?
i hold you in my deepest
mauve carnations.
i believe i will
find some clues
there.
why haven’t i heard of this case?
it doesn’t exist
i am lying
i am making you a
a mulberry
i didn’t think it would
interest you, watson.
hmm. well, you must tell me about it later.
i cannot
you would hate me
i cannot bear that
a daffodil.
of course.
what particularly about flowers?
shit shit shit shit
a purple hyacinth.
flower language.
hmm.
he knows he knows he
cannot know how would he
clovenlip toadflax.
mm. i will see you.
don’t be late for dinner.
#johnlock#holmeswatson#h/w#john watson#sherlock holmes#poetry#storytelling#flower language#unrequited love#possibly unrequited love#acd johnlock#victorian johnlock#why am i tagging this like it's ao3#i might post it there actually#if you want to know the flower meanings they're on wikipedia#yellow tulip#diphylleia#mauve carnations#mulberry#daffodil#purple hyacinth#clovenlip toadflax#<- all of the flowers mentioned#have fun <3#vanny writes poetry and songs for her own enjoyment#TUMBLR STOP FUCKING UP MY POEM FORMAT CHALLENGE
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Take it... I was feeling sappy :")
"Do you believe in soulmates?"
Three tired cadets groaned at the question asked into the dark room. They should be sleeping, not listening to silly questions whispered into their safe space.
"Go to sleep." Is the immediate response from the second youngest, who's scowl is thankfully hidden. The first voice pipes up again with a whine.
"M'not tired yet! Please, just answer this one question and I'll sleep!"
"You said that five questions ago, Wrecker."
The oldest sighed. "Answer the question, guys. Wrecker promises to sleep after, don't you?"
"I do!" Wrecker insisted with a muffled laugh that decidedly informs them of his fib. "Promise! Please?"
The second youngest groaned again. "Fine." He grumbled, turning over to face the room. "I don't. Goodnight."
"D'aw, why not?" Wrecker probed. "Everyone's gotta have someone out there!"
"I'm with Wrecker," Hunter, the oldest, admitted into the quiet before Crosshair could snap. "It's a kinda nice thought. To be destined to have someone to call yours."
"It's stupid." Crosshair grumbled. A fourth voice spoke up, soft with sleep as he was pulled from slumber.
"I am in agreement with Crosshair," The youngest slurred, rubbing his eyes. "That would imply there is an even and definite number of people in the galaxy, which there is not."
"You don't have to be born at the same time!" Wrecker protested. "Maybe they're older. Or younger!"
"That does not erase the fact that it is illogical." Tech huffs. "We are not pairs meant to be joined. We are individuals with our own personal definition. To tether us to another would..." He trailed off for a moment. "It is not logical."
Hunter sighed, and tapped Wrecker's bunk. "There's your answer, big guy. Now sleep, all of you. We're up early."
"We're always up early, Hunter." Crosshair grouched. "We know."
The four boys settled for sleep, and just as he felt himself fall under, Hunter heard the barely audible whisper from Wrecker to Tech.
"Wrecker?"
"Hmm?"
"...despite the lack of any tangible means of your theory, and while I do not believe it for a second. I–" A breath of hesitation. "I enjoy the thought of it."
Hunter fell asleep with a smile.
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Years later, when they were older, tired but happier than they had ever been. They were on the Marauder, tired but unable to sleep.
Wrecker brightened, after so long of not seeing his siblings, when he could finally turn to face the ship. Face the bunks that had been empty for so long.
He itched to speak. To reconnect, to catch up with his siblings he had missed so fiercely, yet he hesitated. They must be tired, they must be utterly shattered from the last few days, it would be selfish of him to—
"Wrecker?"
—to see out his siblings who were clearly still awake? The brawler jumped. "What's up, Techie?" Wrecker's response was eager, shifting closer to catch the shadow of his youngest brother as he moved slowly.
There was a pause, a pained breath as Tech readjused on his bunk. Wrecker heard Hunter and Crosshair shifting up in unison to help him. "Do you remember when we were small?" Tech started softly, voice tight with the agony of effort.
Wrecker hummed, listening intently for any more signs of discomfort. "When you had asked us about our stance on the existence of soulmates?"
There was a long pause. "Sure I do," Wrecker said, half truthful. "Why?"
"I was giving it some thought." Tech admitted with a sense of sheepishness. "While I was undergoing... extraneous experimentation."
Wrecker couldn't see it, but he could feel the anger that coursed through the room at the mention. "And I've found–" Tech paused again, but this time, Wrecker could pinpoint a small amount of nervousness in Tech's confession.
"–I've found I think I do believe."
Wrecker huffed a laugh. "S'been a long time since I've thought about that," He admitted. "I kinda stopped believing it."
"I do not believe it in a romantic sense." Tech continued. "Not- entirely."
Wrecker thought of Phee, of the private moment he was not meant to see between the two, and kept his mouth shut. "Mhmm." He said slowly.
"Although- the theory behind a 'soulmate' is an unbreakable connection- one that allows the individuals to meet and find each other regardless of the situation."
Wrecker heard Hunter hum in agreement, and Crosshair's quiet, "Get on with it, what's the point?" As he listened intently.
Tech's voice was quiet, but the affection was undeniable. "I believe that, in a sense, that is how I would describe us. The six of us, against all odds, managed to find each other again."
The room went silent, as if Tech had stolen the air from the room.
"If there was ever a chance of other universes," Tech waved a hand. "If such a concept exists, I would very much hope we are together in all of them."
Wrecker swore he heard a sniff. "We-" He hesitated, tears filling his own eyes. "–I'd say we are, Techie. Like any force could drive us apart."
Tech smiled at him through the dark. "I'm glad to know that." He said softly. "It is a nice theory.. one I hope holds weight."
Wrecker slipped off the bunk, joining his brother before gently, oh so softly, hugged him. Leaned back against the wall just like they used to, where the scariest thing to exist was the thunderstorms on Kamino.
There was no more Kamino, there was no more simple fears that were easily chased away.
They were still there, though. That was enough.
In his arms, Wrecker held a piece of his whole galaxy to his chest, sniffling as the rest of his purpose floated into orbit, easing into the single bunk.
Echo had grumbled a complaint of space as he finally was risen to join them. Omega never minded their squished cuddle piles, opting to hold Crosshair around the chest as she slept.
Hunter, ever the eldest, was near enough to all of them, just within reach. Wrecker smiled softly as he felt Tech drifting back off in his arms.
Yes, maybe soulmates did exist. In any form but the traditional, sure, but when had they ever been conventional?
#uh anyways im such a fucking sap#they make me openly weep im PRAYING for a happy ending.#if they dont get it i swear to god.#sw the bad batch#tbb tech#tbb wrecker#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb echo#tbb omega#phee genoa#techs a huge SAP#might post this on ao3.... who knows
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so if I put Free Palestine in the title of my fic will OTW censor that too?
Where do they draw the line? Or does the line only exist when it comes to BIPOC?
#frankly i dont think i will be deleting any fics as of right now but i am thinking about crossposting elsewhere just in case#this is mostly to see if anything happens and my fic gets deleted#but also because this is so fucked up and well might as well i guess#definitely recommend anyone who donates to them to stop right away and let them know exactly why#ao3#archive of our own#otw#organization for transformative works#free palestine#gaza#ceasefire now
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People on ao3 AND tumblr stop tagging Noir when he has nothing to do with your work/post challenge
#this still happens#on ao3 it suggests the fucking tags#peter b. parker isnt that hard to find you fucking halfwits#and im pretty sure the tumblr version of it might be against tos because its spam maybe idk#into the spider verse#spider-man noir#spiderverse#spider man noir#spider noir#spiderman noir#spidernoir#marvel noir#spider-noir#atsv#across the spiderverse#people will straight faced tag noir and say oops sorry those of you who just want to find decenct not smut not x reader fics of this rather#sexualised character. i lied! its actually peter b#miss me with that peter b tag is hard to find#it makes it very clear who's who. noir's tag literally shouts at you that it is for Spider-Man Noir#peter b. parkers is how it's shown in the movie#with a dot#because the middle name is shortened to an initial#you stupid fucks
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The plot thickens???
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With Thunder Comes Lightning
Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.
art by @Aba_zakyX
Chapter 2 - Never Left Behind
Peter crouched on the rooftop, scowling at the location where his friends and co-workers were killed.
The police were gone, finally.
He swung down, landing outside of the police tape barrier. Even in the dark, Peter could see the damage. The road, pavement, and even the walls of buildings were horrifically corroded.
Anybody that lived nearby was evacuated, and the smell alone was telling. Toxic fumes that would kill a regular person hung like menacing mistletoe.
Peter can see the outlines of what used to be his comrades.
"Was there anything I could've done for them?" Peter asked, knowing his new buddy was standing behind him.
"No. They died quicker than most, so that's a small mercy."
It didn't feel like it.
Miguel stalked past Peter, making no sound despite his size. He wandered around the crime scene, examining the spots where Peter's comrades used to be.
He saw the eye markings narrow intently, analysing everything. He watched Miguel pause at a single spot, prodding something.
Hopping over the tape, Peter joined his side, finding charred bone sticking from the concrete. It made him feel sick.
It was a femur, and the size betrayed that it was Luke Cage's bone.
Peter had to lift his mask, emptying his stomach. Seeing his friend reduced to that made him ill. Regret, grief and guilt swarmed Peter like locusts to an open field. Ten plagues danced throughout his soul, and come to the final wrath, was no lamb's blood on his door to save him from the inner pain.
Pain fused and interwoven with anger.
That fucking thing killed his friends, stripped them to the bone and ate them. It was Peter's fault, of course. If he just listened, he would've been irritating Murdock about something dumb and boring.
He won't get those fun team-ups anymore.
"You were close," Miguel stated, though no emotion was in his voice.
"Yeah, we were," Peter answered, feeling a hollowness start to claw in his chest. "He helped MJ and me move into our new place. Cage was a good man. All he did was help people; he didn't deserve to go like this."
"The greatest stars shine the brightest but are snuffed the fastest. It's a saying in Nueva York. The good fall and become the stairs for the wicked to climb higher."
"How can somebody be reduced to nothing but a step?"
"By something that never valued life in the first place. Life tends to be most valuable when it's already gone."
"What book did you get that from? Because damn."
"My mother."
"Must be a smart lady."
"She was. Better than I could ever be."
"I feel the same about Aunt May and Uncle Ben. It's hard comparing yourself to great people when you're a major fuckup."
He heard a gruff of agreement.
Aunt May was a pillar of Peter's life, his mother figure, a great woman he aspired to be like. While Uncle Ben gave him the "With great power, comes great responsibility", May was the one who taught him what that meant.
It would be helpful if she were here. She always knew what to do, but Peter was a bumbling mess.
How could he be a father when he causes the death of his friends?
"Parker!"
Peter swivelled to his teammate, watching as Miguel stalked towards an alleyway.
"You find something?"
"A trail. He might still be nearby."
Peter could avenge them. He could do something right.
That bastard was going to pay for what he did.
He stuck close to Miguel's side, trying to see what he did. The other Spider behaved like a hunter, tracking his prey, slowly reaching a warehouse.
It's surprising how many of those there are in New York.
"Do you smell that?" Miguel asked, lowering himself cautiously. "Unnatural decay is always a sign."
He nodded to rot in the concrete walls that shouldn't be there.
Klyntarus sucked life from everything, even if it were inanimate.
The duo snuck towards a window, peeking into the darkness within. It looked abandoned and derelict, but there was far too much inside for that to be. There are expensive crates of valuables.
Although the date stated it arrived only a few days ago, the wood of the crates looked like they were left to the elements for years.
Unnatural rot, a tell-tell trait of Klyntarus' presence.
Miguel held a finger to the window, a claw popping out of the finger pad. He jostled the lock and pushed the window up slowly.
"How do I get some of that in my suit?"
"They're not part of the suit."
"So, you've got actual claws?"
"You stick to walls; I get claws."
"You can't stick to walls? Dude, seriously?"
"Not the time, Parker."
"What else have you got? Or don't have?"
"Silencio!" Miguel hissed, "We don't want him to know we're here."
That made sense.
Peter was still curious, though. He recalled how Noir had more endurance, that Penni was quick, and Porker had "Hammerspace". Then there was Gwen, who had far more agility than the others and Miles could go invisible.
Do all Spider-people have something unique to them?
It felt like Peter only had extra weight. That sucked.
The warehouse stank of decay. There's a scorched trail on the floor and suspicious mounds of former people. The gang must've been trying to protect them.
Out of curiosity, Peter looked in one of the crates, finding several packaged gadgets. There are all kinds of Apple devices, some Windows, Samsung, Sony and more. It must be a warehouse for a supermarket or a store, maybe even a shopping mall.
He came here to fix that sphere thing, didn't he? Eat the people inside and use the technology to repair himself.
Peter started to shake, his Spider senses going haywire. He webbed to the ceiling, attaching to it, unable to stop the shivering. He couldn't turn his head when Miguel joined him, his claws deep into the wall.
Fear sang throughout his bones, a NASCAR race of terror screeching in his very atoms.
The image of his friends melting into ash clouded his vision, a fog that was so thick it clung to the back of his throat. The weight of guilt caused his grip to loosen, but Miguel caught him.
Feeling someone touch him managed to snap Peter out of being frozen, Miguel's arm tight around his waist.
His fellow Spider released his grip, landing on a high support beam. He attached to it instantly, his fingers gripping the metal so tight that it dented.
A door opened, giving Peter something to distract himself with. He watched as Black Cat stumbled into the warehouse, but his senses warned that it wasn't her.
Miguel gripped Peter's shoulder, keeping him from going to her.
"Lo siento..."
He didn't understand what that meant. He would find out, though.
Black Cat shivered, gripping her arms as slime leaked from her face. He could smell the burning flesh already.
The skin went first, then the fat, the fascia and the muscle; it melted away until there was only blackened bone. That, too, was destroyed, reduced to mere ash.
Fuck, not Felicia. She was finally getting her life together with her new wife.
The offending sludge that took his friend twisted and coiled, creating a humanoid-like body. The "scars", as Miguel called them, pulsed akin to a heartbeat; those red eyes locked onto an office room.
"I'll distract him. Destroy the stabiliser."
"And leave you to fight him alone? Daredevil, Cage, Jones, She-Hulk and Iron Fist didn't do squat together."
"You burn, I don't. Simple as that. Move fast and get this over with, Parker."
Before Peter could argue, Miguel jumped to the ground, alerting Klyntarus.
"Ahh, 2099, you still live," Klyntarus chuckled almost gleefully. "I'll admit, you hurt me badly. I'm proud."
Safe to say that Klyntarus is distracted.
Peter crawled on the ceiling, making his way towards the office. It looked rotten, more than the rest of the building, so he must be hunkered in there. As soon as Peter destroys that damn thing, they can burn the bastard.
"Shove it. You know what I'm here for."
"You don't have a Venom Burst, so that'll be mighty tough. And your fancy trinket is broken, so negative on the backup, not even that sassy little assistant. You're all alone, 2099. Just the way I like you."
Even in his injured state, he was taunting and acting like he wasn't in danger. Hopefully, he was so up his ass - or the Symbiote equivalent - he won't realise that Miguel's distracting him.
Peter's senses were on the fritz, panicking like a bucking rodeo horse. He had to focus, though. The sooner they break this bastard, the fewer people will die.
Klyntarus wandered away from the office-like part, the tail-like appendage dragging on the floor. He was giggling, fixated on Miguel.
"Just like Alchemex Tower; cuando huiste como el maldito cobarde que eres."
Peter lowered himself to the floor as carefully as possible, using all two decades of experience. When his feet touched the ground, he crept towards the office, the pungent smell staining his suit.
Thankfully, Klyntarus was too focused on Miguel to notice him. Occasionally, narcissists were much easier to fight than competent people.
The door was melted like ice cream on a hot day, nothing more than squishy splinters.
On a desk that was soon to crumble was the damned sphere he should've stamped on before.
"Ahhhh, memories. That was a grand day. For me, of course. How is my old stomping ground? Been a while since I last visited."
That's right, big guy. Keep him distracted.
"Nueva was never yours. Nothing of my or any other dimension is."
Peter cracked his knuckles, uncertain how he was going to destroy it. It's already damaged; the parts strewn about were signs of an attempted repair.
All Peter had to do was undo the repairs. That should be simple enough. Right?
He picked up a crowbar lodged in the wall, potentially from a worker fighting for their life.
"It's cute that you believe that. It was always mine and always will be, just like you. You belong to me, 2099. You'll realise that soon enough."
What did Klyntarus mean by that? His damned curiosity was starting to interfere with the objective.
"I promised to kill you. I don't break promises."
"Aww, but you do, don't you? You broke the one to your whore mother and mistake of a daughter - I know you'll taste even sweeter than she did!"
Oh, fuck.
Miguel had a kid. He was a dad like Peter would be, and Klyntarus took that from him.
That's what he meant - isn't it? When he said that Klyntarus made him Spiderman. He took Miguel's family.
"Estás muerto!"
"Only on the inside, little Border Rat! And like little Gabrielle," he taunted, cackling like the lunatic he was.
So not only is he a genocidal dimension eater but racist, too. Great. A cherry on top of the corrupted cupcake.
Peter struck the sphere with the crowbar, hitting it as hard as possible.
He heard a demonic, distorted screech of surprise and rage. The ground under him started to rumble violently. He saw a black and red mass racing towards the office through the window, barrelling like a bat out of hell.
Glowing orange webs wrapped around the parasite, pulling him back.
With each strike, Peter could feel the integrity weaken, and sparks started to fly. His spidey senses were on fire, writhing with panic and terror.
His tingles screamed, forcing him to jump and stick to the ceiling. A spear-like tendril shot through the window, glass falling like spilt glitter. It reared back and went for Peter, trying to impale him.
He hadn't let go of the stupid sphere, digging his fingers so hard into it that they were beginning to bleed through his suit.
Peter pounced out of the doorway, swinging to the rafters. A thick tendril went after him but couldn't even graze his suit.
The spikes on Miguel's forearms had fused into blades, slicing through like a hot knife to butter.
"I will kill everything you hold dear!" Klyntarus vowed, chasing after Peter with astonishing speed.
Miguel leapt onto Klyntarus' "face", starting to sink instantly. He clawed at Klyntarus' eyes, following them whenever they moved to escape his onslaught.
"Go, now!" Miguel yelled, his mask disappearing. "¡Rápido, rápido!" his eyes were almost glowing as red as Klyntarus'.
Peter kicked a skylight open and started running.
Get somewhere high and far, beat this blasted thing and save the day. And don't you dare die, big guy.
As much as Peter wanted to go somewhere and focus only on destroying the sphere, he couldn't leave his comrade behind. It wasn't right.
It wasn't right when Peter left Miles behind. He should've treated the kid better. He can't change that, but he can do better now.
Klyntarus wanted Miguel alone. Unfortunately for him, Peter wasn't going to allow that.
Peter hopped to a rooftop, looking for somewhere to hide the sphere. He didn't know if it had an actual name; it didn't matter.
He found an old pigeon hutch-house thingy, and although it's about as flimsy as wet paper, it's still better than nothing. He carefully placed the ominous orb inside, hoping he wouldn't be the only Spiderman again.
It's nice to have someone like you around, even if they're a little prickly.
Great. It's somewhere safe.
Roughly.
Peter hurried back, worried at what that crazy thing could've done by now. He felt terrible leaving his houseguest alone, especially with how twisted Klyntarus was.
The skies began to open, rain falling with haste.
He was worried about MJ. He learned how vindictive Klyntarus was; it put her in grave danger. Their unborn child was at risk.
He didn't listen and was paying the price for it. He still wasn't.
Miguel told him to go, and here he was, running straight back to a fight he couldn't win. It would be wrong to leave someone behind to a monster like that. How could Peter ever live with himself knowing he let somebody die?
It's painful enough with his friends, his old captain, his uncle, his aunt - his entire family except for his best friend and soon-to-be child. Not even Felicia was around anymore.
He missed the other spiders - Noir, Peni, Porker, Gwen, Miles; they showed him he wasn't alone.
They taught him that he could be a better man.
That kid saved Peter's life in more ways than one. He gave Peter hope for the future again. He got Peter to face his fear of parenthood and wanted Miles to be the baby's middle name - that kid was an inspiration.
What would Miles think if Peter was told to run and didn't go back to help somebody? The hypothetical disappointment was terrifying.
He had somebody else to add to the list of fellow spiders.
In a way, spider people are a unique species, close but different to humanity. It's so weird - since he got bitten, he felt like he was the last of his kind, only to find others.
Peter crouched atop the warehouse roof, hearing the wrathful shrieking of Klyntarus inside. His spidey senses were terrified, demanding that he flee and never return as Miguel ordered.
Narrowing his eyes, Peter looked through the broken window, searching for any dark blue.
"Where is it, you revolting abomination?!" Klyntarus roared, smashing everything inside the warehouse. "Where!?"
Finally, Peter spotted his teammate.
Klyntarus had him pinned to the wall, writhing darkness constricting around him.
"Debajo del sofá!"
"Oh, you think you're being cute!?" Klyntarus seethed, tightening his hold.
"Soy tan mono!"
Peter needed to learn Spanish immediately.
In a rage, Klyntarus threw Miguel into the other wall, then slammed him into the floor with a tendril. With the velocity, Peter knew that it hurt, but even so, the other Spider was making fun of the parasite.
Yep, he's a spider.
He waited with his web-shooter at the ready. As expected, Klyntarus threw the other Spider again, and Peter fired.
The web attached to Miguel's back, and Peter pulled, his spider senses panicking as Klyntarus shrieked again.
"I told you to run," Miguel hissed as Peter aimed for the nearest building. "Why'd you come back?"
"Never leave a spider behind, twinkle toes!" Peter stated, feeling the roof under them start to shake. "That's not good."
A black tendril shot from behind Peter, wrapping around his arm and pulling him down. Although Miguel went to grab him, he only succeeded in scratching Peter's hand.
Those claws hurt!
"You!" Klyntarus roared, engulfing much of Peter's body with his mass. It burned, regardless of his superhuman endurance. "I will make you watch as I destroy everything you love, Parker!"
"I think you're mad at me," Peter snarked, despite the intense weight starting to crush his body.
"I h-AHH!" Klyntarus yelped, those horrid eyes twisting to... Why is Miguel biting his body!? "How dare-no, fuck, no!"
Light blue was growing through the red scars, burning the blackness around them. It quickly reached the part holding Peter, loosening the ironclad grip.
Klyntarus had no choice but to break away from the afflicted part, dropping Peter. The hot ash clung to Peter's suit, quickly hardening in the cold rain falling on them.
He felt hands pulling him as a distorted roar echoed in Peter's ears and the sound of crumbling.
Though his spidey senses were in a panic, Peter struggled to move.
Everything went dark for what felt like a few seconds.
When consciousness returned, he wasn't in a warehouse anymore - or he was, and lay in what remained. He tried to move, but having several tonnes of concrete on you sucks.
Peter's chest hurt, his hand burned like fire, and everything was too dark. His head was thundering.
Peter grumbled, feeling that his leg was stuck. He can move a little, meaning he isn't fully submerged; that's nice.
His eyes blinked, adapting to the lack of light. He saw red eyes, bright and vibrant, but his spidey sense wasn't reacting.
Even so, Peter hit the light.
"¡Ay, coño!"
Oh, shit!
"Miguel?" Peter panted, realising the spooky scars weren't around.
"Hijo de puta, who else?" Miguel hissed, "Try not hitting me while I keep us from being crushed. ¿Te parece bien?"
Everything hurts, but they're still alive.
"The hell happened, man?"
"Caused the building to collapse. You were stuck to the floor, so... I improvised."
When Peter's eyes were fully adapted, he saw what Miguel meant. The man was singlehandedly keeping the building from turning Peter into a paste.
He had it all pushing on his back, but he remained unwavering.
"You could've run," Peter said, unsure why he said it.
"Never leave a spider behind. That's what you said, araña testaruda."
He did. It felt good having that stupidity repaid.
By working together, they managed to push the concrete away, revealing the frigid rain.
Peter's entire body hurt, and he expected his comrade to feel the same.
He wanted a warm bath, hot cocoa, and to listen to MJ's dumb puns. Instead of dad jokes, they had mom jokes.
"Buddy, you allergic to hot cocoa?"
"¿Qué? What, is that a fruit?"
"We've got a lot of things to cross off a list, my guy."
A hot bath was more than warranted.
"My everything aches," Peter sighed, glancing at MJ as she brushed her teeth. "We made progress, at least."
"You two were pretty battered," MJ said, spitting minty spit foam into the sink. "Did you make progress against the evil goop or with Miguel?"
"Both."
"Hmm, there's a "but" in there."
"Miguel had a daughter. Klyntarus killed her. He taunted him about it." His best friend turned, sympathy and fear growing on her graceful features. "And he threatened us. I'm worried he'll come after you and our yet-to-be roommate."
It's an understandable fear, especially given what Klyntarus was.
He couldn't begin to know how Miguel felt. No wonder he was so furious with Peter.
Peter didn't even know the baby in MJ's organic oven, but he would die for them. He couldn't bare having that baby, and some sinister snot comes and takes them away forever.
"Do you think we should leave him alone for a bit?" she asked, wanting to be as accommodating as possible.
Her heart was even more gigantic than all forty-nine states combined.
On a side note, good for Hawaii for their independence.
"No," Peter answered, though he wasn't sure. "I think Klyntarus has kept him alone for long enough."
"I understand the holo-suit a lot more now. You don't need so much detergent to clean it. Also, I think he's allergic to that, too."
"We're gonna need a list."
"A lengthy one." Peter got up, cracking the aching bones in his back. With a sigh, MJ threw a towel into Peter's face. "I don't need to see your little Pete, and I doubt our guest does either."
"For the love of all that is holy, never call it that again."
"No promises."
Peter wrapped the towel around his waist, eager for some pop tarts.
MJ waved as Peter went to the kitchen, spotting their temporary housemate in the living room.
Although he'd like a nice snack, he wanted to see how his new buddy was doing.
He walked into the living room, amused that Miguel still had the sunglasses on.
"Concussion still there?"
"Photophobia," Miguel corrected, sounding tired. "Downside to perfect night vision."
"Do your eyes reflect?"
"Yeah. It's not great."
"And you've got fangs."
"I hate them."
"I think it's cool. You've got some venom that hurts him, too. Oh! Is that what a "Venom Burst" is? A bomb with your venom? That's cool."
Miguel grumbled, hiding his face in a pillow.
It's cool, though.
Where could Peter get fangs?
"Look, big guy, our door's open. We don't have a lock, but you get what I mean - I hope? If not, we're open to talk."
"About what?"
"How that motherfucker... I can only assume it's rough with MJ being pregnant."
"It was two years ago. That she..." he couldn't finish the sentence, but Peter knew what he meant.
Timewise, that would've made Miguel around twenty-five or twenty-four when she died.
"How old was she? If it's alright to ask."
"Eight."
"You were around seventeen or sixteen when you became a dad, huh?"
"How do you know that?"
"I have a thing with guessing people's ages. You look my age, but you're not."
"Well, fuck you too."
"I didn't mean it like that, big guy!" Peter said, quickly backtracking. "You've experienced a lot. That's what I meant."
"You could certainly say that. Is there a point to the inquiry? I'm tired. I don't want to talk about my dead family."
"Alright, let's have pop tarts and then sleep, possibly cry ourselves to sleep. Sound good?"
"Sure thing, little Pete."
That motherfucker has super hearing!?
While Peter should be mad, it's a little funny.
"Only if I get to call you little Miguel."
"Bite me."
"Is that an invitation or an insult?"
"Por el amor de Dios. I'll have something with cheese."
"Great, a toastie it is. I'll turn the lights down for you, big guy."
"Gracias."
He liked having Miguel here. The rapport was fun.
Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!
#ao3 refugee#ao3fic#ao3 might be fucked#ao3#atsv#across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#oscar isaac is miguel o'hara#peter b parker x miguel o'hara#spiderdads#peter b parker#mj watson#bestie goals mj#plague of the spiderverse series#with thunder comes lightning
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I don't know which miserable, anti-AO3 dickhead needs to hear this, but nobody is obligated to donate to you, especially when you're being an entitled cunt about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#ao3 discourse#every time ao3 does a donation drive we get like hundreds of posts about how#people who donate to ao3 should donate that money to people essentially panhandling online#not realising that 1: people can donate to more than one thing if they want#there's not like a donation quota that says each person can only donate to one thing per month or whatever#and 2: we actually know exactly where the money is going when we give it to ao3#that random internet panhandler could be a fucking scam for all I know and I don't really have a way of figuring out whether or not it is#this happens a *lot* more than I think people realise#so when my funds are low#but I still wanna donate#yeah I'm gonna donate to something that I 100% know where the money is going#and not some random person online who could be scamming me out of my money for all I know#you do not get to tell me how to spend my money#and being an entitled little shit about it is not going to get people to donate to you or anyone else who might need it
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hello @soryasongsaa my beloved, I was your secret santa <3 (ty @song-tam). I have tried. very earnestly. to write a tamarelliana fic worthy of your prompt, so I hope you enjoy what I've come up with. because MAN did I not know what I was doing
summary: Tam, Biana, and Marella each have their own demons to face, but fortunately they have each other to lean on--or at least they would, if they stopped pushing each other away. And if they stopped listening to the dark and mysterious forces calling to them.
warnings: mild arguing and panic/breakdowns
word count: 18.4k
#kotlc#kotlc fic#quil's quill#tamarelliana#kotlc secret santa 2023#i'm not sure tumblr will let me post it here the formatting might be off (it's giving me an error message)#so for now! just on ao3 but i'll see if i can change that#anyway. new fic posted y'all and I sure fucking hope I know what I'm doing!
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Masterlist of Transmasc Furina Fanworks
Last Updated: March 4th 2024
Fanfiction
Dancin’ Closer To The Edge by sillylittlebard [Furina x Neuvillette, explicit sexual content]
The Truth, and Nothing But by ThatWindingPath [gen]
"Untold Hidden Depths: A Behind-the-Scenes Look at Fontaine's Archon" by neeku [Furina x Neuvillette]
The Power of Water by neeku [Furina x Neuvillette, explicit sexual content]
Tea, Water, and Cakes by neeku [Wriothesley x Furina x Neuvillette]
Your Scent, Like Water, Envigorates by Neeku [Furina x Neuvillette, explicit sexual content]
Water Comes in Many Forms by Neeku [Furina x Neuvillette, explicit sexual content]
Maybe a support system isn’t bad after all by ARandomScorpio [gen feat. Furina x Navia, Furina x Lyney]
Fresh New Start by ARandomScorpio [Furina x Neuvillette x Murata]
gender is but a performance by greenwithirony [Furina x Neuvillette, Part 1 in a series]
My dear Neuvillette by greenwithirony [Furina x Neuvillette, Part 2 in a series]
lunch and revelations by greenwithirony [Furina x Neuvillette, Part 3 in a series]
give an interview by chirpy [Childe x Althaitham, explicit sexual content, featuring trans Furina]
algolagnia by chance2pounce [Furina x Neuvillette, explicit sexual content]
this won't wash off by chirpy [Furina x Arlecchino, Furina x Neuvillette]
a vacation for two by greenwithirony [Furina x Neuvillette]
Pebble in the Water by neeku [Furina x Arlecchino, Furina x Neuvillette]
Chanson de la forêt by LydsTherinNotaMon [Furina x Collei]
A Lesson for the Dragon Sovereign of Water by neeku [Furina x Neuvillette x Focalors] 【NEW】
accidents happen by satansgay [Furina x Diluc] 【NEW】
in the in-betweens by greenwithirony [Furina x Neuvillette] 【NEW】
Stage Kissing by greenwithirony [Furina x Neuvillette] 【NEW】
Fanart
Furina x Childe by cosmic_chemist [explicit sexual content]
Furina x Neuvillette by cosmic_chemist [explicit sexual content]
Furina x Scaramouche by cosmic_chemist [explicit sexual content]
Furina doodles by cosmic_chemist
Transfem Neuvillette feat. Transmasc Furina by veev_314
Transmasc Furina feat. Furina x Neuvillette by Chiro69Neko
Furina "Guilty Challenge" by Chiro69Neko
Furina and Aether by Chiro69Neko
Transmasc Furina feat. Neuvillette by Anya_artnerd
Transmasc Furina by y4ntaoist
old men yaoi by @catboydiiluc [Furina x Neuvillette, please like and reblog the original post <3]
a dream by @mlmfocalette [Furina x Neuvillette, please like and reblog the original post <3]
nothing in life matters by @dailyneuvillette [please like and reblog the original post <3]
stepladded by dailyneuvillette [Furina x Neuvillette, please like and reblog the original post <3]
chew toy by dailyneuvillette [feat. Neuvillette, please like and reblog the original post <3]
third wheel by dailyneuvillette [Furina x Neuvillette feat Diluc, please like and reblog the original post <3]
a snack by dailyneuvillette [feat. Neuvillette, please like and reblog the original post <3]
the silly little guy ever!!! by @deranged-diluc [please like and reblog the original post <3]
Furina my transmasc king by cerealwumps
trans bfs on a date by dovelix_ [Furina x Arlecchino]
king of the itty bitty titty committee by roseofthewind
trans masc furina pookie by scaravencanon
T(ea) Party by Chiro69Neko [feat. Scaramouche and Albedo] 【NEW】
(sincere apologies to the artists above for the bland, descriptive "titles" I've given your art xD. please follow the links and support them all!)
#furina#transmasc furina#do i tag nvfr because half this stuff is nvfr do i tag do i tag fuck it im tagging#neuvifuri#focallette#IN INTEREST OF FULL DISCLOSURE NEEKU ON AO3 IS ME#i prob missed or forgot some stuff rip#there WAS a lyney x furi fic i have saved written pre 4.0 but it was deleted#might keep this updated in the future idk#if YOU know of anything i've missed please message me#genshin impact
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Beatrice and Lilith sitting at boarding school, sitting in front of a pentagram drawn in chalk with scribbled runes around it. Before the pentagram was an alter with offerings of various natures, a skull and lit up candles.
— I'm not sure we should be doing that Lilith.
— You're the one who wanted to do it in the first place! - Lilith glared at her - You want to back out now that we have all of this put together?
— I thought we were going to play with an Ouija board! - Beatrice whisper-yelled - Not have a full seance to summon Lucifer in our room, in a Catholic boarding school!
— Well you should have said that, now we gotta finish it, lets go.
Beatrice sighed, scared for what could come of what they were about to do. And concerned, if they were caught doing something like this it could result in them both being expelled.
They turned, facing each other and held hands as they had seen in the video. With their eyes closed they did a personal prayer first and then started to recite the instructed words that were written out on the book in front of them.
She felt her hands start sweating and Lilith's grip on her hand tighten when a breeze swept the room and some things flew astray. Still they kept citing the words and putting their intents towards it, regret plagued their hearts when all the candles were blown off. They jumped into each others arms, eyes wide open, hearts beating astray in their chests, hands over their mouth in pure horror.
Beatrice was the first to move, in a near sprint, she raced to turn on the lights and before she could swipe her eyes over the room she was back by Lilith's side holding onto her childhood best friend for dear life.
— Was that fun?
A giggly dulcet voice sounded somewhere in the room and they both let out loud terrified screams as they looked towards where the voice came.
There in front of them on top of Lilith's bed were two girls staring right at them. One laid on her stomach with her tilted head perched on her intertwined fingers looking at them with mischief and mirth and something else they could not place. The other was sitting up against the headboard, with her legs and arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips and a hungry look in her eyes. They were the image of sinful beauty, inside red dresses left nothing to the imagination, their feets were bare of footwear, but they had some weird looking inscriptions that seemed to crawl up their legs the more they looked at it.
— So? - the one sitting up asked ‐ Was it fun?
When neither of the girls on the floor answered, too shocked to utter any words not at all believing what they were experiencing. The girls on the bed got up on their feet and glide across the floor as if they were floating to stand in front of them.
— I'm Camila and this is Ava. - said the smirky curly haired girl - Daddy is busy, but we would love to play.
#its a fucking prompt#warrior nun#avatrice#camilith#ava silva#sister beatrice#sister camila#sister lilith#devil au#lucifer's children#the band ghost#year zero#i had something on my mind and i ran with it#it could honestly go both ways#i didn't elaborate in this bc i might write it at some point#fanfic writing#ao3#Spotify
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