#can you tell i read a REALLY GOOD fanfic this morning and it's ruined my brain for anything else for the rest of the day
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actually should be illegal that i have to go to work and mark during the winter. i should only have to read fanfic, consume excessive amounts of coffee, complete crochet projects, and stare longingly at the sunset.
#can you tell i read a REALLY GOOD fanfic this morning and it's ruined my brain for anything else for the rest of the day#i want to reread the whole thing again immediately#yes it is once more a 'salmon complains about marking' post#you should all be proud of me tho i think it's the first time i've done it since the academic year started!#i grow! i can learn!#(new workplace is... much better for work-life balance bc my timetable is noticeably lighter and we are below our 1265 directed hours max)#(and holy shit can i *feel* that difference)#(which means more marking can get during work hours#as it should and less sunday evening grumpy marking)#anyway i have managed to do three whole sets of marking *not* in a rush this year already i couldn't do all of them this way don't be absur#ok my break from adding up numbers is over gotta go back to it#thanks for listening to me complain gay people in my phone#text post#my post
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୨ MY LITTLE SISTER ୧ matt
summary: you had some plans with your boyfriend matt for the weekend, but something unexpected happens, and you have to babysit your little sister.
notes: this is my second time ever writing a fanfic (go read my first one) and english isn't my first language, it's probably not very detailed and there might be some mistakes, but I hope you enjoy it! all ears to feedbacks, l'd love to know what you think!
warnings: cussing, fluff
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I sigh “And why can’t you take her with you?” I say taking my eyes out of the screen and looking at my mom.
“How long will it take for you to understand that your dad is on a business trip and i’m going on one as well?” She answers walking from a side to another, packing some of her things. “I can’t take her with me, even if I wanted to.”
"But mom-" I start, only to be cut off.
"No buts, Y/n.” She interrupts, her tone firm. “I’m being serious." She looks straight into my eyes "It's what I'm telling you, you'll have to stay with your sister. I won't be paying for a babysitter while you're here with your ass in the couch. You are almost 18, you can very well take care of her, it’s only for the weekend.”
“But I told you I have plans with Matt!” I exclaim, leaning my head back on the headrest of the couch in annoyance.
My mom is about to reply when we hear the sound of my 3 year old little sister's footsteps coming from her room, followed by her little giggles.
We automatically get silent about this topic. I take a deep breath, reminding myself she's not the problem, she's just a child caught up in our adult issues. Bella is not the problem.
Don't get me wrong, I do love my sister, but it's a bit overwhelming to adjust having a sibling after being the only child for years. And with my mom's age, it's unexpected, to say the least.
SKIP TIME
Today is the day that my mom is going to her ‘super important business trip’, and also the day Im supposed to have a date with Matt.
After my mother left at 7am, Bella and I found ourselves up earlier than usual. We already had breakfast, so now, we don’t really have anything to do. We go to the living room, watch some TV.
Bella sits on the couch next to me and chooses the channel. After some good ten minutes, I look at my right to check on her, and she’s completely asleep, what makes me smile.
Until I realize that I didn’t canceled my dinner with Matt.
Shit, I completely forgot to talk with Matt! Fuck!
I get up and I go over to my bedroom, getting my phone and calling him. He takes some seconds to answer the call.
“Babe? Sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, hoping the answer would be ‘no’.
“No, No, No..” He says with his husky morning voice, he definitely just woke up. “But why are you calling this early? Is something wrong?” I could feel myself getting fucking soaked as he talks, sorry, but his voice in the morning? I can’t take it.
I take a deep breath, trying to think straight. "Um, yeah.. Actually, my mom went out for the weekend, and I have to babysit my sister.. I don't know if I'll be able to make it to the dinner we had planned tonight”
“Oh” A simple response, What does that even mean? He probably hates me now.
"I know you already made the reservation, and I was super excited, I swear," I start saying nothing with nothing, feeling guilty for ruining our plans. "But then my mom told me she had this thing and..."
Before I could finish apologizing, Matt cuts me, understanding. "No babe, that's fine. Don't worry. Maybe we can do something else? With your sister? I have stuff to do all day, but I’m free at night, maybe we can have a sleepover or something?”
I sigh in relief “Yeah sure, that sounds great, I will talk about It with Bella”
“Alright call me later sweetheart, love you, bye” He ends the call and I go back to the living room, getting back on my place.
Bella is still peaceful sleeping on the couch. Not wanting to disturb her, I cover her with a blanket, but my actions unfortunately wake her up, blinking her sleepy eyes open. A small yawn escapes her lips, and she looks at me with a drowsy smile.
"Hey, sleepyhead" I whisper, gently brushing a piece of hair from her face. "Did you have a nice nap?" Bella nods, rubbing her eyes with tiny hands. "Mhm" she murmurs, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
I think about a way to tell her that Matt is coming over before she could fall back asleep “So.. do you remember my boyfriend, Matt?" Bella blinks, her sleepy expression turning curious. "Mm-hmm" she mumbles again, nodding slowly.
“What if.. He came over to a super fun sleepover with us today?” I say trying to sound extra excited to convince her.
Bella's eyes light up with excitement at the mention of a sleepover. "Yeah!" She exclaims, her drowsiness quickly dissipating. "Matt is funny!" Her sentence makes me chuckle “Oh he is?” She nods giggling, It doesn't even look like she just woke up.
The rest of the day, she doesn’t stop talking about Matt.
“Then- Then will Matt play games with me?”
“And can we watch frozen? I think Matt will like it”
Over and over, she’s more excited than me. But I mean, I can’t blame her, It’s Matt over all.
Around 8pm, Matt rings on the doorbell. I go over to the front door, Bella follows me, getting behind my left leg. I open the door and I see my boyfriend with two bouquets of flowers, a big one, and a small one.
“Hey love” He leans for a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, then he hands me the bouquet “This is for you”
A smile appears across my face, I chuckle “Thank you so much.. You really didn’t had to” I say looking at my favorite flowers.
“No that’s fine, don’t worry” Matt returns the smile, his eyes lighting up as he sees Bella peeking out shyly from behind me. "Hey, Bella" he says warmly, crouching down to her level. "I also brought these for you, little princess" he says, offering her the smaller bouquet with a gentle smile.
Bella looks at me, seeing Bella's hesitation, I give her a soft nod, silently urging her to accept the flowers from Matt. With a shy smile, Bella reaches out and takes the bouquet from him, still with one hand around my leg.
“What do we say Bella?” I place my hand on the top of her head, caressing her hair.
“Thank you Matt” She says still shy.
"You're welcome, Belly" He responds getting up, his voice gentle and kind.
Some hours after playing some board games and talking, Bella decided to go get her toys.
She returns carrying a bunch of dolls and stuffed animals, then she settles onto the carpet in front of us and places everything there. “Matt come play with me!” She says excited with some barbie’s in her small hands.
He gets up from the couch, and sits down next to Bella on the floor “Alright so what doll am I?” Bella looks around “Hmmm..” She grabs a really bad looking doll, marker-covered, and hands it to Matt. I automatically start laughing uncontrollably, Matt matches the energy.
I am just watching as they play, Bella makes Matt use a girly voice, what just makes everything ten times better for my entertainment.
After Bella got tired of playing with her toys, she made us watch frozen, it’s her favorite movie, this is probably her fifth time watching it. I sit on the left side of the couch, Matt on the middle and my sister next to him. Some 30 minutes after the movie started, Bella is already with her head on Matt’s lap, sleeping like a little angel, as Matt gently strokes her hair and she snuggles closer to him.
His eyes meet mine, seeing me watching him, he smiles “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” With a soft smile, I rest my head on Matt's shoulder “You just look so cute taking care of kids” He chuckles and leaves a kiss on the top of my head.
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this actually sucked, i’m so bad at doing cute scenes, this def wasn’t what I had in mind lol, maybe i will delete it later.
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1. Fortnight - functioning alcoholic 🥲 YOUR QUIET TREASON. All my mornings are Monday stuck in an endless February. POSTIC GENIUS. Magical move on drug YIKES. I love you you tis ruining my life. I touched you for only a fortnight but I touched you. “My husband is cheating I want to kill him.” MOOD. I love you it’s ruining my life. I’m calling ya but you won’t pick up. Went to Florida?!?! 🫡🫡🫡 thank you post Malone for your service.
2. The tortured poets department: “I’ve seen this episode but still loved the show.” Aka I THINK IVE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE AND I DIDNT LIKE THE ENDING. “Who’s gonna love you if not me.” Lol “We’re modern idiots!!!!” JUSTICE FOR CHARLIE PUTH!!!! “A tattooed golden retriever” made me laugh out loud. “I chose this cyclone with you.” Is so Jily plz. “You’re not Dillion Thomas and I’m not patting smith.” Okay Tay. NO FUCKING BODY: 👍🏼 “Sometimes I wonder if you’ll screw this up with me.” Spoiler ‼️ he did. “Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be.” I didn’t thanks. “Because we’re crazy.” Okay mood. HE PUT THE RING IN HER RING FINGER?!?! “CLOSEST IVE COME TO MY HEART EXPLODING?!?!” PLEASE?!?! “You left your typewriter at my apartment straight from the tortured poets department.” Five stars!!
3. My boy only breaks his favorite toys: ‘I’m queen of sandcastles he destroys.’ Jumps out at me. “Cause I knew too much.” WHAT DO YIU KNOW TAYLOR. “Should have known it was a matter of time.” Taylor is the queen of ignoring red flags. 🚩 This is a fun beat though besties. “Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me.” YEAH. TELL EM BESTIE. “Stole my tortured heart and left all these broken parts. Told me I’m better off.” Sorry Taylor you were better off babes.
4. Down bad: NICER BEAT OKAY. “Dawn bad crying at the gym.” Mood. “Fuck it if I can’t have him I might just die.” No why is this so FUNNY. Like this is Matty we’re talking about for sure. “Everything forms out teenage petulance.” I mean yeah cause you were still developing a prefrontal cortex when you met him. “So fuck you if I can’t have us.” HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS PART. Honestly I feel you Taylor, I’ve been dumb for a dumb boy before too. It’s okay.
5. So long London: EXCISE ME OPENING WITH A CHORAl. THESE KYRICS WHATLFHAKRHS FUCKKKKK. How much sad did you think I had??? Oh the tragedy?! So long London, you’ll find some one???? “You left me at the house by the heath.” “I stopped CPR”?!?! 😿😿 “YOU LET Me give all that you for free?!?!” SHE GAVE YOU A FUCKING GRAMMY YOGURT BOY AND YOU DIDNT EVEN WANT IT. “too graves, one gun?!” Good for you baby girl. “I’ll find someone” SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m gonna throw up. Fuck fuck fuck. Taylor 😿😿😿😿 “I DIED ON THE ALTER” ALDBSKAHDBSJSKS NOOOOO. I’m crying. My Shakespeare queen. You’ll find someone RIPS at my heart.
6. But daddy I love him: “bedroom eyes like a remedy.” Fuck how many matty songs are we getting. This reminds me so much of a faith hill song. No I will not elaborate right now. Very country narrative. This one will be fun to scream in concert just for the “I’m having his baby…no I’m not!!!” Very chaotic. 4/5 stars.
7. Fresh out of the slammer: daily disappearing just to see him smile?!?! Girlie pop you really do lie to yourself don’t you??? “He was with her in dreams” I mean it’s really joeover. This song is fun, I like it, very chaotic as well. 5/5 stars.
8. Florida!!!: Florence my queen you make this song beautiful, I need more listens to deconstruct it though:
9. Guilty as skin: girl just write self insert fanfic if you want to fuck someone this badly (can’t wait to write and read fics based off this one hahahaha) 5/5 stars 🌟
10. Who’s afraid of little old me?: shit I’m crying. Fuck fuck fuck. She truly hates most of the new fans huh. Lmaooo SHE SINGS THIS IN ALL HER REGISTERS OMGGGG. It’s all her past selves screaming at us!!! Aldhaksjdka she’s so fucking clever
11. I can fix him no really I can: AHAHA THE ENDING KF THE SONG ALDBSKAHDKAJDHAKDHW SHE REALLY SAID “OH SHIT DAMN I FUCKED UP DIDNT I” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
12. Loml: Joe Alwyn you need witness protection
13. I can do it with a broken heart: oh god this was hurts me more than so long London because it hits home for every damn time I had to preform on stage and then go cry in the shower between shows 🥲
14. The smallest man who ever lived: 🚨🚨🚨 found at the scene of the crime: Joe Alwyn's Small Dick
15. The alchemy: AHHHHHHH!!! HOLY FUCK WE GOT A TRAVIS SONG ALDBSLAHDBSKSJDBWKEHDBAKWJD HE GOT A SONG FUCK YESSSSS
16. CLARA BOW: the outro. The OUTRO. THE FUCKING OUTRO. I’m dead. 😵
Overall: I love it. I love it. I love it SO DAMN MICH. you can tell how much time and effort she put into production and story telling. FUCK. I love this album as much as I loved Folklore the first time I heard it!!
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The Refugee: Chapter 48 and Epilogue
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A/N: Oh lordy, folks! This is the end of my very first ever and unexpectedly massive fanfic. I truly thank each and every one of you reading and following and encouraging and discussing with me through all of this. It's been a labor of love (and mild obsession) and now that I'm hooked I'm sure I'll have other stories for you to dig into soon.
All my love and gratitude,
Peb
The Black Keep was uncharacteristically inviting on this clear crisp morning. The sun shown brightly over the glittering frost of a long winter, teasing the hope of a long delayed spring in Laufeyhavn. Past the ancient black arch and wide gates, the golden interiors of the castles glowed in sharp contrast, now festooned with banners and lanyards; peopled with crowds from all corners of the empire and beyond, here for the long day of a royal wedding and coronation.
Within her new chambers, which contained her magically replicated cabin from the Vanir kingdom, Lenora stood making final adjustments to her gown, trying to take deep breaths and ignore the rumble of hundreds of people beyond her small haven. Vlad sprawled unbothered on his favorite pillow, possibly napping, possibly plotting to gouge into Loki's forearm for his own amusement later. It was impossible to tell.
Lea didn't hear her fiancé's footsteps. She only heard his voice unfurl behind her like a silk runner.
“I'll be happy to help you out of this later, even to tear it off of you if you wish, though you look so ravishing that it would be a shame to ruin it,” he crooned as his hands wrapped around her waist from behind, nose and lips nuzzling against her neck. The shiver and tickle of his playful touch made her giggle. The pads of his fingers ran up the embroidered bodice, laced with royal purple and forest green geometric patterns. This time, her Morhari emblems were combined with his own.
“I actually quite like this one. You've always had good taste.”
He pulled his lips reluctantly from her neck to mumble his answer. “Though not always the best motives.” He looked ahead into the mirror, meeting her eyes in the reflection, saying more seriously, “but truly, I've always loved creating trinkets and clothing to adorn you. I was trying to tell you that I love you, but I wasn't sure how else to say it.”
She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck to look deeply into the cool waters of his eyes. “I knew. I kept them. I understood your language.” She tapped her finger on the golden replica of her Morhari pendant which sat delicately but proudly above her collarbone. He gave a small affectionate smile, tracing his finger lightly over chain, gently grazing her skin, then slid the back of his fingers down the valley of her breasts.
She chuckled, and gave a wry grin, saying in a low whisper, “Your Majesty, if you keep up this behavior you're going to be very late for your own wedding.”
He gave her a broad naughty grin. “And again, if you keep calling me 'Your Majesty' or 'Sire' you'll be too exhausted to walk down the aisle. And would it really count as being late if the bride is also missing?”
Lea tapped his smiling cheek gently, but then his face turned serious and solicitous as he said, “You know, you don't have to go through with this. I know it's all ceremony, all predetermined lines to be publicly spoken. I know it's not the same as the promises we make to each other privately. I wouldn't blame you if you weren't ready, or simply didn't want this for yourself, or just wanted to go and have your own life. I would help you find the most perfect and comfortable home in the universe for you to enjoy. You wouldn't even have to see me again if you didn't want to...you're free now...you can...”
“Shhhh...” She said, putting a finger to his lips. “Loki, I've made a commitment and intend to honor it. There's more at stake here than just our own happiness. And if I stay, things will change.”
“Oh?” he said in faux surprise.
“Yes. To begin with, we're going to honor our promises to the provinces. We're going to rebuild, my homeland, among others. We're going to build trust with Asgard and everyone else. We're going to make sure the Jotun have a good...”
Now it was his turn to raise a finger to her lips. “Anything you say, Empress. I will follow your lead in all of it, but this life must be your choice...not mine. Aren't you afraid? ”
“Of course I'm afraid! I'm absolutely terrified, and in over my head, and woefully unprepared, and uncertain. I couldn't feel farther from ready for this. ”
He stroked the worried crease forming over her brow. “That's how you know you have the wisdom to lead well...a wisdom I wish I had instead of my arrogance.”
She was silent for a moment, then spoke carefully. “You know I will never give you, nor do I wish to give you, an heir. Can you tolerate that?”
He nodded. “Lea, my empire was born of greed and violence. When you and I are gone, I think it's for the best that the empire goes with us and the power lands where it always should have been, in the rightful hands of the people.”
Lea cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. “Who are you? Because it sounds like we're in agreement and that can't be right.”
A bright breathy laugh escaped his lips as he kissed her, long and lingering, savoring the sweetness of their private moments before a long day of none.
He sighed and ended the kiss reluctantly. “I can't wait to take you back home later,” he growled into her ear and lightly bit her neck.
She sighed out, “you are my home, my dear scoundrel,” and his heart glowed, incandescent from her words.
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Both parties were, in fact, slightly late to their own wedding (only slightly and fashionably, of course). The day was as grueling as Lenora suspected it would be, but the soft cool touch of Loki's long hand, encircling her own eased the rising heat of her nerves. Through the swarms of people, she sought out the familiar proud faces of her allies, her friends; Beatrice and her girls, Thor (although unaccompanied by Odin), Nadia, Majbrit, and lastly Magnus, Astrid and baby Nora all smiling lovingly to the new queen and to Loki. Seeing their faces, Lea thought to herself that maybe, just maybe, she and Loki were never really as alone as they felt, that friends would be there to hold them if only they would let them sometimes.
As the crown was placed upon her head, the new empress's first thought was of its weight. The heaviness of her title and responsibilities made her breathe quicker shorter breaths. She wondered if her small body would be able to carry and fill the heavy but hollow crown after all, but as the sea of subjects genuflected before her in a great hushed wave, Loki held her hand all the more firmly and put his arm around her waist. He would help her to carry this burden. They were in this together now.
The day sprawled into a star-glittered night, as if even the heavens were celebrating with them. Lenora felt happy, satisfied in her own way, but the overwhelming press of so many people, so much noise, so much pomp and circumstance began to wear on her. She dawned a cloak, found a door to the balcony and slipped out into the chilly air, taking in great lungfuls of the night breeze. As she sat on a marble bench, Vlad seemed to materialize of out nowhere, hopping into the lap of her fine gown and demanding her attention by kneading carelessly into the rich fabric.
This creature always seemed to know when she needed him, and she smiled at the thought. As she stroked Vlad's back and ears, she fiddled with the crown on her head, eventually needing both hands to remove it and place it carefully beside her on the bench. She heard the merry hubbub from inside as the door opened and closed again. As she turned her head, She saw the horned golden helmet being placed beside her golden crown.
Loki smiled to her. “These things can certainly become heavy, can't they?” he remarked running his slender digits through his hair, releasing it slightly into those curls that charmed her so completely. He slid up next to her on the bench saying, “mind if I join you?” knowing that she wouldn't. In response she only angled his head down against her shoulder and stroked his hair. The silly picture the three made, sitting there, amused her; the empress stroking Loki's black hair with one hand and Vlad's black fur with the other.
Loki turned drowsily and whispered into the shell of her ear, “I love you, Lenora, my beautiful little empress.”
“I love you, too, scoundrel” she replied, kissing his forehead.
Epilogue
They sat contentedly like this in a restful silence for some time, watching the stars, when suddenly the blazing light of a portal attacked their eyes with a blinding glow. The two stood, on alert, summoning their weapons, as two figures stepped through the spiraling glow; a man and a woman.
“Your Highnesses, We're very sorry to interrupt...and we seem to be very very late,” said the man raising his hands in a surrendering gesture as he smiled slyly.
The lovely woman, dressed all in regal red, red hair flowing in the preternatural sway of her levitation, said, “Congratulations, Your Highness,” with a warm sincerity. Wanda had a soft spot already for Lenora after all she had learned about her; the kind of deep sympathy only one refugee can feel for another.
“I'm Dr. Stephen Strange, and this is my colleague, Wanda Maximoff.”
“I know who you are, Strange,” Loki said with a deadly glare, in a fractious, lethal voice that surprised Lenora.
Dr. Strange only chuckled. “Ah yes...Your Majesty. We've been briefly acquainted.”
“I was falling...FOR 30 MINUTES,” Loki growled out with gritted teeth, and then looked over to Lenora's wide puzzled eyes and softened. “Oh sorry, darling. I didn't mean to frighten you,” he said, holding her hand.
Lenora shook her head with a deeply baffled expression and said slowly, deliberately, in her newly practiced diplomat's voice, “I welcome you both, Dr. Strange, Miss Maximoff, but could someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!”
Wanda spoke, with a lovely unfamiliar accent which fascinated Lea. “Empress, we come from Earth...Midgard. We're here because we've been monitoring the progress of your sorcery abilities for some time, since Queen Nadia informed us of you. Our magic shares the same...family tree...if you will. Stephen and I would like to offer you the chance to hone your skills in Midgard, with a group of individuals like us. And though we hate to pressure you during this crucial time for your empire, we will need an answer soon. In a few days we must return to Earth and we'll need to either take you with us, or say our goodbyes for a time.”
“If I go to Midgard, I could still travel back and forth...between realms?”
Stephen replied, “Yes, of course. But we'd ask for your committed attention to training for several months, and then, well...we'll take things as they come. If you have to say 'no' this time, it could be quite a while before we're able to come back and try again.”
It felt strange to Lenora...the idea of a community of people like her, people who might understand and guide her after the trials of finding her own path most of her life. After a long pause during which she tried to process this information, she finally said, “I...I'm not sure what to do or say. Please don't misunderstand me, I'm incredibly grateful to both of you for this opportunity but...I think I...I need some time to make my decision...with my husband. Please, go enjoy the party. Be our guests for time you are here. We'll discuss this over the next few days of your visit. Is that agreeable to you both?”
They both nodded. Wanda spoke, “We're so grateful for your hospitality, Your Highness, and we'll leave you to speak privately.”
Stephen gave a little bow to them both and thanked them, then said, “You know, it's been awhile since I've had a drink with Thor. I think I'll go catch up.”
As the two left the balcony and closed the doors, Lea and Loki faced each other, holding hands.
Loki sighed and gave her his lopsided scoundrel's grin. “Well. So much for my plans of keeping you blissfully in bed for a few days.”
Lenora wanted to smile back but couldn't, her eyes flitted around in thought. “Hey,” said Loki. “I certainly wasn't expecting this either, but we'll figure it out. I am good at improvising.”
She looked up to him, big dark eyes questioning and uncertain, “Loki, what...what do I do? We have so much to do here for the empire.”
He stroked her face. “There'll be many transitions and changes, certainly, but it will be a time of peace. If you choose to go, I will keep you informed and we'll make decisions together. We can argue just as we always like to do, it will just be from a distance.” He winked.
He gently lifted her chin and kissed her, encircled by the velvet dome of the heavens and the green iridescent ribbons of northern lights, then said, “Whatever you decide, Lenora, I love you and I'll encourage you. The choice is yours alone. You're free.”
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Writer Asks
Tagged by @yallemagne (thank you<3) ages and ages ago... Inspired to answer because I just published a fic and feel good about it hjejejfjj
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Undisclosed amount xD I've put a bunch on anon, especially from fandoms I'm not active in anymore (lbr, mostly Endeavour). Publically, it's 26 rn.
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
212040!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Elisabeth, hopefully in the future Tanz der Vampire (I've been thinking about it for like five years), in the past Endeavour (TV).
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
They're all Endeavour because those are older and in a (slightly) bigger fandom... Unfortunately I think they're not the best ones I've written, a lot of them were when I was 18 (no offense to 18 year olds) and had just started writing fanfic ajajjjd. Which is why the top 5 are on anon except for one LOL. I really do think kudos doesn't tend to accumulate "correctly" xD People like familiar tropes and time of posting also affects it, there are many fics of mine I consider "underrated"
My top five kudosed Elisabeth fics are: black as the earth (shortened title), Flights of Angels (todolf longfic), Dominion, Midnight Man & Starwalk. tbh deserved...
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, I try to respond to every single one of them so people will hopefully comment in the future too, especially if they're kind, funny or thought-provoking!!! However, I delete them if I don't like them or they're weird, boundary-crossing or TMI ahdjfjjf (has happened a handful of times - the joys of writing explicit stuff lol. PSA: do not tell fic authors about your sexual activities in the comments, i do not consent...)
6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?
I often do bittersweet, or "sweet but also has Implications" >:] Oh and I guess there's a lot of them where Rudolf dies at the end... I think the actual angstiest might be No Forevers (Endeavour fic) even though nobody dies in that one. Though I ruined it by writing a sequel to it, after the showrunner wrote one of the characters back into the show after like 10 years xD In my defense, this wasn't my idea!!!
7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?
Beams of Morning (Endeavour). I retconned one of my own DIY bittersweet endings whoops... 🤣🤣😭 It's sappy, even, but maybe that's allowed. For elisabeth it's Flights of Angels because the happiest happy endings are ones that feel deserved.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No - I've gotten hate for my headcanons/meta and my video essays though (never to my face ;D) which can be fic adjacent. I guess it's because there's a better tagging system with fic, like, people won't be exposed to stuff they don't want to see as readily as with tumblr and youtube etc. And people also know how to leave other ppl alone!! Ajdjjfjf
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. The unpleasantly sexy kind 👀
10. Do you write crossovers?
Noooo, I don't really read them either. The kinds of crossovers I like are the ones that are crossovers "in name only"; ie. setting or tropes lifted from one work, characters/cast from another. Wildly incongruent characters showing up in each other's universes and interacting etc doesn't fit into my suspension of disbelief most of the time 😭
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Luckily no!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I once helped someone translate theirs into English, which was cool. Oh, and recently I've been asked for permission to translate at least one of my fics - I hope it happens because it's always an honor!! >:]
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I've collaborated on series, but I haven't co-written stuff on a deeper level. I think I'm too much of a control freak to get into it ajsdjjf, I can do stuff inspired by other people and am happy if my stuff inspires other people, but if I need to agree on plot/characterisation with someone consistently I don't think it'd work out, since no two people have identical takes and preferences with stories and characters.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
For around 2.5 years it's been todolf, it captures a lot of stuff I've liked in fiction for a longer time already >:D I can't really say whether it will be the Ship of a Lifetime for me... I mean it did make me move countries (as one reason of a few) but if someone asked me in the summer of 2016 I would've probably said [checks ao3 reading history] um. h*milton x j*fferson... so like. IT CHANGES A LOT OK ajajsjdj
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?
I don't want to doom any of my current wips to the graveyard!!!!!! I am having worries about the fate of my todolf swan lake modern ballet au fic though. The original draft outline is complete but it doesn't really fit my character interpretations for tod or rudolf anymore, it's from january 2022... Idk maybe I can one day rework it somehow with different characterisations ajsjdjf but yeah mostly it's interesting concepts haphazardly tied together but no coherent plot
16. What are your writing strengths?
Imagination/coming up with ideas, metaphors, descriptions (usually), grammar and syntax, writing crown prince rudolf really well (XDD), rhythm/pacing (usually), the way it Sounds (my brain sometimes fixates on phonetics randomly because after all, English is not my first language, and sometimes there'll be like, a really pleasing/satisfying combination of sounds in smth I think to write and I think I'm good at picking up on that, like how it flows and sounds. Idk if those preferences are universal though or if it's just me writing what I think sounds pleasing)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Writing varied characters, writing varied speech patterns/"character voice" also in narration, vocabulary.... I am but a humble English as a second technically third language speaker,,,, (i'm doing an english language grad school degree rn lol so i think i'm no worse than natives, not humble abt this actually, but i'm on the level of like. a not so well-read native speaker. Because most actual fiction literature I've read in my life has been in Finnish, in English I've just read academic literature, fanfic and like 10 books max! I need to read more and become a better writer ahhdhhdhf)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
No... Dialogue is a big no from me, it often feels cringe ngl ajsjdjdj. My personal philosophy is "if you need a translator's note for people to understand what's going on, don't put it in" 😅 A lot of the time different languages are also used in fic in nonsensical ways where it will look ok to a lot of people but bother the hell out of native speakers/ppl who speak the language. This is smth that can technically be done well but it's usually not aksldlldd. I think pet names and individual words can be fine but it needs to be done in moderation... I also obsess a lot over research, like, the nuances of the word need to actually mean what the author thinks it means :'D
19. First fandom you wrote for?
First published for Endeavour, first wrote for H*rry P*tter... (never-to-be-published fan comics and little stories as a young kid, like 8 years old).
20. Favorite fic you've written?
Right now it's vers l'onde souterraine... ;) I think I'm constantly improving as a writer and hopefully every fic will be better than the last!!
#asks#tag thing#you probably forgot you tagged me in this JAJSJHS it's been like 6 months probably#writing#fanfiction
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Of Cold Shoulders and Starshine
FNAF Daycare Attendant & Y/N short fic.
Enemies to ??? Y/N is mostly oblivious to the animosity. Inspired by these two posts by @madame-mongoose and @crazedauthor. No romance (but has the potential to go there if the narrative continues...)
Also posted on my new AO3. First time posting there, and the formatting is a little different than here on Tumblr (combined some paragraphs), but I think I did okay.
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Your first day was... not ideal.
Okay. You’ll admit it. It was terrible.
Breaking into retail wasn’t as easy as most people made it seem. As desperate as most places made themselves out to be, you didn’t get a single answer to your job searching for weeks. (Your savings are running low. You need to buy cat food soon. Can’t ask your parents for help again - they’re not exactly rich.)
But finally, someone replied. And remarkably enough, you got the job. They weren’t exactly clear on what, precisely, you’d be doing as Staff. But hey, the wages are promising, you have full time hours, and you’re just lucky to be here. You were sure you’d bombed your interview.
You always felt so childish, spouting off about yourself and your interests as a disinterested manager quietly judged you. But maybe that’s what helped them place you as a Daycare Assistant, as you discovered just hours ago. Spouting off about your hobbies of video games and drawing seemed to go hand in hand with that. Plus, the little plush keychains on your bag couldn’t have helped much. Probably should have taken those off...
Still, there you’d stood, eager to learn and hopeful of making a good impression. The music played, children whooped and screamed, the Daycare Attendant animatronic side-eyed you as he passed...
That was okay. He was probably... busy.
The first sign of things going downhill was the note someone had tossed at you during arts and crafts.
All the children were drawing away, and you can’t tell which one may have thrown the paper. But as you uncrumpled it, the scribbly writing was clear enough. “Get out of my daycare”, coupled with a couple crude doodles of a basic sun and moon.
You wouldn’t lie - it made your heart sink. But it was probably just a little kid upset at their routine being changed... so you fold it up and stuff it in a drawer. You need to get back to sorting through that unfiled paperwork anyway.
Sun, at least, seemed nice enough. A little short with you, but it’s so wonderful to watch him with the kids. They clearly adored him, and he reciprocated their energy flawlessly. You caught yourself wishing once or twice that you were out there among them. But lost opportunities of childhood aside, you have work to do. You can play make-believe later, when you have the time and energy to play a videogame or read a fanfic. Probably not tonight... But later. Maybe.
It was only a few hours in when you started actually getting overheated. No amount of water seemed enough, and a rising nausea wouldn’t leave you be. Perhaps you should’ve eaten more than a chocolate chip granola bar that morning. Then again, perhaps that would’ve only made things worse.
It happened when you were moving a box of supplies in. You set the box down in a rush, hurrying to the nearest trash can first and foremost. Kids jeer and whine, and you vaguely hear the disgust in the Daycare Attendant’s voice as he ushers them away. Can’t have the children getting sick.
How humiliating. And on your first day.
You spend a few minutes in the bathroom cooling down, and you almost think you’re good to go. You’re not sick - you’re pretty sure of that. You’re just way too overheated at the moment. It happens sometimes. Unfortunately, the brightness and loud volume of the Daycare ruins that thought, and you’re right back to feeling nauseous again.
You apologize profusely to the Daycare Attendant, but you really do think you have to go home. He waves you off, confident he can take care of things on his own. The box you left out is already put up. It leaves you feeling... embarrassed. Embarrassed and angry with yourself. (You need this job, you can’t afford to mess it up this early.)
Still. Tomorrow is another day. You swear you’ll do better.
You have to.
After a week, you’re starting to get into the rhythm of things. You’re far more accident prone than you realized, but things are... okay. You’ve started packing a spare uniform in your bag at least, so you don’t have to go home sticky. Fizzy Faz spills are all too common.
You’ve also met Moon, so that’s something. Even if he outright said that he doesn’t like you.
You try not to take it personal. You’re probably causing some annoying problems for everyone, after all. Being the new employee and all.
Strangely enough, the kids are the highlight of the job. You can lose yourself for ages in their little ramblings, especially when their interests just so happen to line up with your own. One of them looks forward to discussing new game announcements with you now. Another likes to watch you draw on your breaks. You started folding little bits of origami for a few. It started with a little boy who was into space ships. and expanded into flowers, cranes, and song birds. Your repertoire isn’t all that impressive, but the kids like it well enough. They color them and glue little googly eyes on during craft times. You really don’t need to bring home any more of those things anyway. You made entirely too much just through high school.
Sun doesn’t seem to like all the paper clutter it causes. He reprimanded you once for double checking the folding instructions on your phone - no personal devices allowed apparently. But that was easily remedied by printing out those same instructions and keeping them tucked under the cover of your sketchbook.
The children asked for copies of their own so they could try. Sun turned it into an origami class. Anything for the happiness of the little ones, you suppose... And you have to agree.
It’s odd. You didn’t think you particularly liked kids. Just thinking of caring for one on your own was like a nightmare. But dealing with them in small doses, watching their excitement and total admiration as they went about their blissfully innocent lives... Well. You weren’t going to be the one to ruin that for them.
Even so, it gets grating sometimes. Bright lights and constant noise were a brutal assault to the system. Thank goodness for naptime. Despite Moon’s disdain for you, it’s one of your favorite points of the shift. Everything is quiet and the dim lights make everything feel so cozy... Pair it with a cup of hot cocoa, a good book, and the sound of rain and you could probably stay here forever.
But you have a job to do, and you spend it picking up toys, cleaning food spills and paint splatters, and occasionally asking Moon if there’s anything he could use some help with.
He could be a harsh task master sometimes. You’re pretty sure you’re not qualified for dealing with whatever was in the ball pit. But you want to be helpful and avoid being fired, so you do it.
Moon meets this attitude with reluctant acceptance, always pointing out some thing or other you could have done a little better. It takes you a full two weeks for him to grudgingly tell you ‘it’s fine’ and immediately set you on another task.
You’re improving.
Three weeks in, you’re having a splendidly horrific day. Enough to even rival the mortification of the first. An angry parent, yelling and screaming, was pawned off to you almost the moment you clocked in. You listen to her criticisms, nodding along and throwing in “Yes, ma’am”s and “No, ma’am”s where appropriate. You offer to get the manager, and she’s off like Krakatoa as you scramble for the communication systems. You can hear Sun gushing over her child, making them laugh while their parent lambasts you for pricing out of your control.
The children seem especially interested in you as the day goes on, and while that isn’t a problem per se, you are desperately needing some time to wind down. Nap time can’t come soon enough.
Only when it does come and you’re finally allowed a moment of peace, you go for your bag. All you want is to grab something from a vending machine... You’re way overdue for your fifteen minute break anyway. Only when you come to your bag, one of your plush keychains is gone.
That’s when you start to really unravel.
It was your favorite one. A fluffy, squishy little critter. A moving out gift from your parents. And hard to find to boot - you always do seem to find attachment in subjects or characters with very little merch.
Panic rises in you like a silent tsunami, threatening to break over you and drown you at any moment.
Okay. Okay, stay calm. Maybe it fell off somewhere. Maybe you can still find it.
A search around the desk turns into a frantic canvas of the Daycare. That transitions into retracing your steps since clock-in time.
What if a kid picked it up? What if they took it home? What if you never saw it again?!
You don’t have time to do much else. Your ‘break’ is nearing its end, and all you’ve done is work yourself up to near tears.
Moon watches you judgmentally from the top of the play structure, but all you do is sink into your designated chair and bury your face in your hands.
It’s... okay... You can... find a new one on Ebay. Maybe. Eventually. It won’t have the same sentimental value... but...
When the kids wake later, most of them seem to be able to tell that something is up. They stay clear of you, leaving you to carry out your usual maintenance tasks in dejected silence.
But everything was fine. Everything would be okay. The world would continue to spin. Even if it didn’t feel like it at the moment... There were still things to be grateful for. You were making rent. You had fluffy little faces to return home to. You would... probably be missed if something happened...
It surprises you when Sun asks what’s wrong. And you have no one else to vent to... so you confess your loss and how sentimental the silly little toy is to you. He hums and makes some comment about the children being distraught when they happen to lose a favorite toy.
You can’t tell if he’s being sympathetic or patronizing.
By the end of your shift, you are drained and devoid of hope. Still, you check the Lost and Found and whichever employee areas you’re fairly sure you traveled through recently. Naturally, you find nothing... And that doesn’t change when you go home and check there, either.
God, you hope it wasn’t lost to the horrors of public transportation... At least if some kid at the Pizzaplex found it, it would have a home and be making someone happy.
It’s your day off tomorrow. You spend it in bed mostly, scrolling through entirely too expensive listings on Ebay and listening to Youtube videos instead of indulging in one of the things you’ve been meaning to set aside time for. It’s okay, though. It’s just... a chill day. That’s all.
A surprise is waiting for you when you return to work. Your favorite keychain plush, a little matted and covered in glitter specks, but mostly unharmed. You snatch it up the moment you see it, squeezing it close and checking it over for damage. The tag is missing, and you feel a slight loss at no longer having the fun little personality blurb, but it’s hardly important in the long run.
Someone must have found it for you. Maybe it was Sun or Moon. You’d like to think so, anyway - they seem to be watching you a bit more through the day.
You aren’t sure how much time passed after that. Several weeks... Maybe a couple months. You think you’re starting to hit your stride. Things can still get a little overwhelming, it’s true, but... you’re almost happy. Sun speaks to you a little more often. You’ve drawn him and Moon for the kids god knows how many times now. They’re funny little characters... somewhat out of place in the wider Fazbear corporate picture, but right at home here in the Daycare. Moon is showing interest in you during naptime. That’s okay - the guy probably got bored sometimes. You explain to them about some of the kids’ interests you share, and they seem intrigued to get a narrative that’s slightly less babbling and slightly more explanatory. At one point, you find yourself having brought in an old handheld and briefly showing Moon one of your games during break. He watches quietly, and doesn’t reprimand you for bringing personal electronics onto the Daycare floor.
You’ve got this now... You’re almost sure of it. You still feel a little lost at times, but you’ve got responsibility. You’re trying your best. The kids seem to tolerate you or maybe even like you. You... maybe even made a friend? It’s tiring work, but... you could get used to this...
“Why did you stay when Mr Sun hated you?”
The question hits you like a sucker punch to the gut.
Hate...? Did that kid really say hate...? Surely they must be mistaking.
But they aren’t. They’re a regular, coming to the Daycare much longer than you’ve even been employed here. They explain it to you - Sun and Moon don’t like anyone in their Daycare. None of the other Daycare assistants ever lasted long. Sun always said it was because they weren’t good at playing with kids. Moon would tell them it was because only the Daycare Attendant could do their job right. Other assistants would get mad or quit or withdraw from the kids, even if they were fun at first... But you haven’t yet. You just did your drawings and folded papers and talked to the kids about things no one else would. You were different. But Sun still didn’t like you. Why would you stay when you weren’t liked.
You didn’t know. It was the only answer you could really give. You didn’t know that... that they hated you so much...
Suddenly, a lot of things were making more and more sense.
Your manager doesn’t seem all that surprised when you request the change. It goes through quick and easy. You’re still anxious, though. You’d gotten used to how things were run in the daycare. The quiet of naptime would be missed... Maybe you’d find yourself in a more calm area. Maybe Gator Golf. Or Bonnie Bowl. God you hoped so...
But all of a sudden, it was your last day.
It’s a bittersweet feeling, watching the kids play. They demand for you to draw with them again during arts and crafts. They pull you into a couple games. You’re even roped into tucking a couple in during naptime.
Sun seems to notice your lack of pep today, but nothing is said until the lights are low and you’re sitting at your desk with Moon.
You don’t have the courage to say anything. It’s too painful... And besides. You don’t want to make the rest of the day awkward.
So you put on a smile and tell him you’re alright. Everything is alright...
The Daycare is closing, and you’re almost ready to clock out when you finally get over yourself enough to explain. It’s the least you could do - common courtesy among coworkers. Even if they were a robot.
So you finally approach Sun, hesitating as he scrubs down stray crayon marks on the play kitchen set.
“Hey... I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“Oh?” Sun looks up, the rays around his head spinning briefly.
“Well. Goodbye, then! We’ll see you tomorrow, faithful assistant.”
You smile a little at his cheery tone, but only for a moment before it slips away and you shake your head.
“No - I mean goodbye. I’m... not coming back to the Daycare.”
A heavy silence falls between you... and Sun straightens up, his body stiff and lacking its usual bounce.
“You’re not...? You didn’t get fired, did you?”
“No, no- not that...” you say, though you’re not sure if you should be apologizing or reassuring him. Maybe he would’ve preferred you getting fired.
“I’m transferring to a different section. Not sure which yet... I just... I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
“Sorry...?” Sun echoed, his baffled tone contrasting sharply with the quiet of the empty Daycare.
“What for?”
You take a deep breath, attempting to set your insecurities aside. It’s okay, really... You get it. You’re not going to win over everyone. In fact, you’re no stranger to being shunned or considered weird or just... being alone... You’ll manage.
“... For sticking around so long when you didn’t want me here. I didn’t realize... that you guys preferred running the Daycare on your own. So... I’m sorry. But... better late than never, right?”
Sun looks like he wants to say something, but a quick glance at your watch shows you really need to get a move on and clock out. Can’t have management getting angry over some unintended overtime.
“Um. I gotta go. But for what it’s worth... I just wanted to say I had a good time. Even if you did hate me. You’re great with those kids. No wonder they love you so much...”
Damn. Your throat is getting a bit tight... But you said your peace, and it’s time to leave. So you shoulder your bag and turn to leave, Sun watching you go with disbelief.
You step around decorated origami, deciding to leave the flower with the pipe cleaner stem on the desk. Maybe the kid would want it back - as a memento. If not, they could... throw it away. You’d rather not bring any painful reminders with you. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough...
The door closes with the same heavy thud, but it sounds more damning and final than ever before to Sun.
The Daycare had never been so quiet.
“... Moon...? I... I think we messed up...”
... They’re really gone... aren’t they?
“... I didn’t even tell them we’re sorry.”
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What's the fic 👀
ugh. i'm not going to namedrop the fic on anon. but i can tell you some gripes i had with it that lead to me not liking it:
the characters mention the central twist of the game in conversation, which i think is a fascinating angle to take a fic in. unfortunately they just bring it up the once and it is literally never addressed again despite this fic including character death as a major aspect of it. and i would think that knowing that none of this is real and you're dolls in a sandbox would change how you view things like death.
the characters have anal sex without lube. okay, not all that strange for a fanfic, except that immediately after the sex scene one of them mentions having lube with them. so what was the fucking point of them having sex without lube? either don't bring up the lube or edit your sex scene so they use it. that's just fucking asinine.
not sure if this kickstarted the herb bride!daniil thing or not, but considering its age it probably contributed to its popularity and there are, you know, issues with taking a sacred indigenous role and plopping it onto the (racist) white dude love interest. not to mention that's not how the role of herb bride works in canon and several people just outright get this wrong in their fics.
speaking of things breaking canon: it breaks the extremely well-established and explicitly stated canon that the polyhedron does not work on adults. which, even if i'd liked the fic, would have completely ruined it for me. i don't expect everyone to have every detail of the game memorized and there are going to be times when people forget bits and pieces of canon or ignore them because they don't like them, but the happy ending hinged on something that is, like, central to daniil's route.
there's a recap chapter.
i didn't think the characterization was all that good. it was another one of those fics where artemy just seems to kind of exist to be daniil's love interest, despite the story predominantly being (from what i can remember, and granted it has been about a year since i read it) from his perspective. this is a problem with a lot of fic, people are just sort of fascinated with daniil and seem to decide to use artemy as a lens through which to view him. but i've read fic more recently which is a, much more up front about doing this and b, still gives artemy his own characterization through which he interacts with daniil (and others). but there's a point in this fic where artemy is getting ready to destroy the entire town just to keep daniil alive. which is just such a disservice to his character, imo, especially if you're not even going to bring up the fact that artemy's ending was about saving the town. and i didn't really feel a connection or relationship between the two that the author clearly wanted us to feel.
there's also a weird thing toward the end of the fic where artemy hatemarries a character for no apparent reason and has a kid with her and he hates this kid but also this kid reminds him of daniil? it's just. bizarre.
my problem overall with this fic isn't necessarily that it's not good. i wasn't nearly as impressed with it as everyone else seems to be. some of the prose here and there was nice, but overall it was just kind of mediocre. my problem is that people treat this fic like the notre dame of the fanbase, giving it a level of reverence it doesn't deserve. and then this adoration of this fic bleeds into how people treat both source material and fanon. which is why i am just begging people to read better fanfic. like we have obt and alaiw and more recently this fic are all much better than what i just described. like i'm not going to say i 100% agree with everything every author of every fic i rec writes, but they're just. much more enjoyable imo.
anyway rant over lol. this message will self-destruct in the morning<3
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Fanfic: These Fleeting Nights (5/9)
Chapter 5 - Return to NC
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The convoy, or at least a core component of it; those handpicked for the mission ahead, had set up camp a few miles off the 101 and several miles outside of Night City. They’d set up behind a large rocky outcrop; the only discernible feature for miles. Their camp was the only sign of the civilised world which meant, they were in a good location before they made their way into Night City. Quiet. Safe.
V was sat in their tent, Judy curled up beside her with her BD Wreathe on, tinkering away on something. V spun up were holo and waited.
"V? Wow… this is a surprise. You must be pretty confident that I don’t plan on ratting you out and claiming that big ol’ bounty of yours…” Rogue drawled in her usual resting-bitch-tone.
“Nice to hear your voice too, Rogue…” V replied, rolling her eyes, “…though starting to question my decision on which fixer would be up to the task I have.”
“Let me guess, you need a way back into Night City. A way which keeps you hidden from Arasaka, Kang Tao, Militech, the NUSA Government… should I keep listing?” She asked, and V could almost hear her sly smirk.
“Yeah… lotta enemies… though I’d like to think that I’ve also got a lotta friends too…” She ventured, grasping at straws. Rogue was quiet for a while, possibly putting her on hold, but more likely weighing up her options. Eventually, she let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“Fine… I can help you. But I need you to know that if I was one for chasin’ eddies, it’d be far better for me to blow the whistle on you to all my clientele. I’m sure that speaks volumes…” Rogue lowered her voice, and V could tell it was strained when she said, “…Call it… a favour for Johnny…”
“Thanks, Rogue, love you too…” She smiled, “You uh… got any initial ideas?”
“I do as a matter of fact… Just need Nix to dig up the blueprints and I’ll arrange the transfer momentarily. I’m sure Panam will be able to come up with the rest. Be in touch, V. Oh… and do be careful, won’t you?”
‘Well fuck me!’ V thought, a genuine heartfelt moment from Rogue. She really did care!
The next morning, they’d join Panam and Mitch and were discussing their next steps. “The Maglev tunnels, huh!” Panam wondered, scratching her head. “It’s not ideal… We’d be on foot for a start…”
“Well, yeah Pan… s’not like we could just roll the entire convoy up to the front gates!” V exclaimed, “Gotta be a bit subtle about it…” They were staring at the plans Rogue sent over, which they’d displayed on a digi-table.
“We’ll need to enter from the surface… that’s gonna take a LOT of power!” Mitch pointed out, peering over the plans, “Best we find a portion of the tunnel close to the surface.”
The Maglev line was used to connect Night City to others across the continent; Washington, Atlanta, and Kansas City. The network stretched thousands of miles across the NUSA, via tunnels and on the surface. After the 4th Corporate War, the network was left in ruins and abandoned with much of the surface lines destroyed, and the entrances to the tunnels long sealed. But the tunnels still existed, in one form or another. Mitch had shared his own stories about an attack they were involved with, which ended in the sabotage of one such tunnel entrance.
“I’ve actually been in one of the tunnels…” V chimed in, recollecting her brush with Madame Brigitte and Placide, “…nearly didn’t make it out thanks to my charming new friends in the Voodoo boys…”
Panam shook her head, “V… how is your life not an action BD Series… honestly!” She laughed, along with the others. V ignored her.
“If we could find our way there, might be a potential way into Night City… If the Voodoo Boys haven’t… moved back in…” V trailed off, as images of the singed bodies of the VB runners after Alt fried them while jacked in near the Blackwall, bubbled to the surface.
“We’ll need to run some subterranean scans, and find the best place to breach through,” Mitch muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in thought. V was sure he was thinking aloud rather than to any of them.
“We got the tech to do that?” Panam asked thinking that the answer was ‘No’.
“Well… No… not exactly. The Panzer has a scanner for searching for mines, but it's forward-facing. Might be able to tweak it, re-position and crank up the voltage.” Mitch got up to leave the room.
“Uh… Mitch?” Panam put her hands up, cocking her head to him.
“What? I need to run some tests… May I please be excused?” He asked with a sly smile.
“Well of course… thanks for asking…” Panam trailed off as he left the room.
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A Lot Can Change In A Year Chapter One
A trans My Hero Academia fanfic about Bakugou’s journey to accepting herself and overcoming her past self.
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Sleep wouldn’t come though as Kacchan wittled away the hours, trying to will the rampant thoughts to stop. One in particular kept bubbling to the surface and triggering a tug-of-war between this will only make this nerd hate me even more, and there’s no way this nerd could hate me more.
In the end, the latter won out and Kacchan decided to let this thought out. It was deep into the night at this point, and Deku’s soft breathing could barely be heard.
Kacchan’s voice was barely a whisper as it rang into the room, “Hey Deku, you still awake?”
“Yeah,” came a groggy reply.
“Look I’m not good at this sappy shit or anything, but I figured I should get this off my chest. I feel like it’s gonna eat a fucking hole into me if I don’t.”
Deku gulped.
Shit, was this a mistake? What if Deku is grossed out, or has me kicked out?
After a moment though Deku said, “Um. Okay I guess.”
No turning back, even if this ruins everything and I end up back on the fucking street. After a deep, shuttering break, Kacchan spoke, “I think… I think something was wrong with me. When I was born I mean. Ever since puberty hit, it’s like I can’t feel comfortable in my own damn skin anymore. Every day it’s like my body swells a little in the wrong places and warps more and more into my own personal shitty-ass prison. It’s like I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore. When I look at the girls in our class, I’m always so goddamn jealous of them. They look so pretty, and happy, and their skirts are cute, and just once I’d like to be able to hang out with a group of girls without everyone in the class hooting like it something illicit. And the one time I said any of this stuff to my friends they looked at me like I’d grown a second fucking head. So I go online and try to read up on it, right? Because surely I can’t be the only one who feels like this, right? Well, I found a lot of stuff that made me feel like I was a fuckin’ pervert, a lot of stuff that was for perverts, and then finally some useful information. Listen Deku, if you say one goddamn thing about this to anyone we know I will explode your fucking nuts off. I think I’m transgender. I want to be a girl. I think I was always supposed to be one, I mean.”
Having finished her scattershot explanation, Kacchan sunk further under the sheets as she awaited Deku’s response. She would never admit it, even to herself, but she was genuinely afraid of what he might say. After a few seconds that felt like years Kacchan spoke up again, probably louder than she intended to, “You probably think I’m pathetic right? Someone as strong as me can’t possibly have this stupid of a fucking weakness, huh? You better not be looking down on me, you shitty goddamn bullshit fucking Deku!”
“Not at all, Kacchan, I think that’s really brave. It takes a lot of strength to admit that to yourself, and even more to talk to someone else about it. I don’t really understand a lot of this stuff, but I’m gonna do some reading on it in the morning, okay?” Deku’s voice was soft and comforting, but started to shake with the fear of a man about to step on a landmine as he continued, “Is this why your mom kicked you out?”
“Yeah,” Kacchan whispered hoarsely, “Or maybe it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. After she saw me get my ass kicked by that villain on national television, she hit me and grounded me for a week.”
Deku stared at her intently. She’d already told him and Inko about this, why did he seem so concerned?
She shrugged, “Its not that weird, jeez. She hits me for a lot of stuff. It’s supposed to straighten me out and make me tough. She used to tell me that with a scary-ass quirk like mine, I’d end up a villain otherwise.”
Deku shook his head, “That’s not…”
Kacchan continued, headless to his ongoing muttering, “And while I was stuck in my room with nothing to do, I started researching. I don’t know what it was, but after that villain nearly killed me this all felt a lot more urgent. Like, was I willing to die still feeling like this? I found out about all this trans shit and realized I’m probably a part of it. And found out a lot of people don’t fucking like it. But I thought my own damn mother wouldn’t be like that. So, I told her. Then she screamed a lot, disowned me, and threw me out onto the streets.”
“That’s so awful…”
“Yeah no fucking kidding, shitty Deku. Some mother that bitch turned out to be,” A moment of silence passed between them before she quietly added, “Between the ‘wanting to be a girl’ thing, the way I pushed you away and how my parents looked at me… I feel like I’ve always dreaded the future.”
“…Do you need a hug?” Izuku offered.
“Fuck no, I don’t need a hug! Don’t fucking look down on me for this, Deku!” Kacchan hissed.
“Okay. I just know that must hurt a lot. Well, the offer is still open. Do you want to talk to my mom about it?”
That, of all things, made Kacchan visibly tense up under the sheets, “Not yet. I know I need to talk to her about it sometime, but I don’t think I’m ready yet. As much as it fucking sucks, can you still talk to me like a guy around Aunty?”
Full version can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42990357/chapters/108016305
#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero#boku no hero fanfic#my hero academy fanfiction#fanfiction#transgender#trans bakugou#trans girl#bakugou katsuki#kacchan#midoriya izuku#deku#midoriya inko
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Can I request some Dream with y11, a8 and a10...?
Author's note- This was based on a dream I had with yandere dream, and as always, sleepy bois inc family is canon in this story, and Y/N is the second youngest, older than Tommy but younger than the twins Techno and Wilbur. Also, Mumza is in here, I don't see her in a lot of fanfics that included the SBI family dynamic.
Author's note 2- The first half of this fic is mainly SBI fluff, then the rest will be Dream x Reader
Author's note- this isn't the best but I tried, wasn't in the best mind space when I wrote this.
Warnings- Implied Abuse, Kidnapping, Gaslighting (?)
Yandere Dream x Reader
Y/N banged on Techno's door, their legs being close to giving up due to exhaustion. Techno yawned as his walked towards the door with an axe in hand, his hair covering most of his face, it was around 2 AM when Y/N knocked on his door. Techno opened the door and saw Y/N looking at him with despair, wearing nothing but a T-shirt that wasn't their's, and they had a black eye.
"Y/N?" Techno asked, since he hasn't seen his little sibling in years.
"Techno... Let me in, please..." Y/N said, barely being able to speak before they collapsed, and everything going black.
The next morning...
Y/N woke up in their old bedroom, the entire room looking like it hasn't been touched in years. Touching their face, they felt bandages covering their left eye. Tommy walked into the room holding a plate of pancakes and bacon. Looking up, Tommy almost dropped it the moment he saw Y/N.
"Y-Y/N..." Tommy said.
"Hey Tommy..." Y/N said, giving him a sad smile.
Tommy ran toward Y/N and knocked them over, hugging them as he cried.
"We thought you were dead! After you didn't show up after you went hunting, we looked every where and we couldn't find you. I thought you..."
Y/N hugged Tommy back and rubbed his back. Tommy pulled back and rubbed his tears away.
"Where were you?"
Y/N looked at the ground and shook their head, implying they didn't want to talk about it. Tommy just nodded before standing up.
"Come down stairs once your done," Tommy said, before closing the door.
Y/N picked up their plate, looking down at it, waiting for something to happen. The words that Dream said kept replaying in their head.
"Ugh, you're getting fat again, you know what, no food for the next 2 weeks, got it?"
Y/N hands shook as they backed away from the food. Y/N gripped Dream's shirt as they held back tears. Y/N just grabbed a piece of bacon and ate it with their eyes closed. When they realised how good it was, they ate more and more until their plate was clean.
Y/N got up and walked down stairs, Wilbur lying down on the couch while he listened to Tommy rant about Ranboo and Tubbo, Techno was no where to be seen, and Phil was doing the dishes in another room. Wilbur glanced at you before walking up to you and hugging you.
"I thought Techno was fucking with me when he told me you were back, but you really are!"
"Heh, yeah," Y/N said, hugging Wilbur back.
"Where's Dadza?" (They call Phil Dadza instead of dad)
"In the kitchen," Tommy said, taking Wilbur's spot on the couch.
Y/N left as Wilbur began pulling Tommy off the couch.
"HEY STOP IT MAN!"
"GET OFF THE FUCKING COUCH TOMMY!"
Y/N giggled as they entered the kitchen, chat was annoying Phil as he did the dishes. Phil saw the crows fly towards Y/N and started to fly around them. Y/N giggled as they let two crows on their shoulders.
"Hey Dadza," Y/N said, hugging Phil who hugged them back.
"My God, you look so... different, not like it's a bad thing of course but, where the hell were you, if you were going on vacation you should of told us," Phil said, rubbing Y/N's hair.
Y/N just giggled as the crows kept flying around them.
"Yeah I know. Hey, where's Mumza? If she here right now or is she working?" Y/N asked.
"Uhhhh, I think she's in the forest outside."
Y/N waved goodbye as they left, the crows flying after them.
"Finally those things leave me alone..." Phil sighed in relief.
Y/N walked in the forest while the crows flew behind them, and they stopped when they saw a familiar hat.
"Mumza?"
Kristen looked down behind her and saw a familiar figure. Shrinking down so she wasn't above the trees, she saw a familiar face.
"Y/N..." Kristen said as she walked towards them and placed a hand on their cheek as she covered her mouth, hiding her smile.
"Hey Mumza..."
Kristen began to cry tears of joy as she hugged them.
"I knew you weren't dead, when I checked the limbos and the train station you weren't in neither of them," She said, backing away.
"Oh my, what happen to your face?"
"I don't really remember," Y/N lied.
"Y/N, you know it's wrong to lie to your mother."
Y/N giggled as their mother gave them a stern look.
"I don't really want to talk about it, it's a long story."
"Ok sweetie, now stay safe, I don't want you going missing again, we were worried sick that something happened to you."
"I know, Dadza told me."
Mumza just shook her head with a smile before kissing them on the cheek, like she did when they were very young. Kristen waved goodbye before disappearing into black dust. Chat flew back to Phil's house, leaving Y/N all alone in the woods. Y/N just sat under a tree as they listen to the nature sounds. A fox walked by and slept next to them, bringing Y/N some joy.
Fast forward to night...
Tommy opened Y/N's door in at panic before closing it behind him. Y/N was on their bed reading when the teen came in.
"Tommy, what the hell are you doing here?"
"TOMMY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"I may have stolen Will's guitar..."
"That doesn't sound that bad."
"And I may have broke it..." Tommy said, revealing a broken guitar from behind his back.
Y/N burst out into laughter, holding back tears as they laughed.
"You're so fucked!"
After Y/N said that Wilbur burst through the door, knocking Tommy over.
"Shit!" Tommy said, crawling under the bed.
"Get out from their you fucking gremlin," Wilbur said, trying to get tommy.
Techno walked by and just stood at the door way watching the commotion.
"Techno! Can you help me out?"
"Eh, looks like a you problem."
Wilbur groaned as he grabbed Tommy's leg, and once he did he pulled him out from under the bed. Y/N looked at Techno and just shrugged as he showed confusion. Wilbur picked Tommy up, opened the window, and threw Tommy out from it.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Tommy yelled as he prepared himself as he fell.
But the ground never came, but instead felt himself get picked up. Looking up, he saw Kristen with a pissed off face.
"Willbur, what did I saw about throwing Tommy outside of windows!"
"Oooo, Will's getting yelled at by Mumza," Techno mocked, snickering.
"Oh shut up," Wilbur told Techno.
Kristen placed Tommy back inside of the house as she picked Wilbur up and scolded him.
"A 23 year old man getting scolded by his own mother, tsk tsk tsk," Tommy said, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.
"Now, I don't want to see anymore fighting or throwing each other out of windows or breaking each others things, am I making myself clear?"
"Yes Mumza," Wilbur and Tommy said, sighing in defeat.
Kristen nodded before Disappearing into black dust.
"Your getting me a new guitar Tommy," Wilbur said.
"Fine, asshole," Tommy said as he left.
Techno and Will left, leaving Y/N alone. Picking up their book, they noticed that, all the words on the pages were gone. Scrolling through the book, the only thing their was a smiley face. Y/N looked around confused before closing the book.
"He's gone Y/N, your free, don't let your imagination ruin it," Y/N said, putting the book in their drawers.
Later that night...
Y/N slowly opened their eyes and saw a too familiar face staring at them. Before they can screen, Dream covered their mouth and placed a finger over his mouth, silently telling them to hush up. Dream had a sinister smile on his face, he didn't have his mask on, but instead it rested on the side of his head. His green eyes glowed in the darkness as he spoke.
“Scream all you want sweetie, no one’s going to hear you. And no one ever will…”
Y/N panicked and kicked Dream who was towering over them, in the dick, making him wince over and fall onto the floor in pain. Standing up, they ran out of the room and ran downstairs, opening the door and running out of the house. Dream recovered and chased after them.
"COME BACK HERE LOVE!" Dream yelled, running after them.
"Leave me alone, Leave me alone, Leave me alone, I don't want to go back," Y/N mumbled, running faster.
Y/N felt the air get knocked out of them when they fell to the ground, Dream pinning them down as he leaned in to whisper into their.
"Your pathetic... You're the child of the Angel Of Death and the Goddess Of Death, yet you get defeated by a mortal like myself... I guess I really am a God, just trapped in a mortal's body... I told you so many times Y/N, you're weak, you're nothing without me, you'll never be anything without my protection and care, your family doesn't care about, only I will waste my fucking time with you," Dream said, before knocking Y/N out.
Dream picked Y/N up and slung them over his shoulder. As he walked through the forest, he thought about something, a little gift to leave in Y/N's room for the family to see. Sitting Y/N down, he written down on a note 'Thanks for the gift :)' before running back to the house, quietly going in Y/N room to leave it on the bed. Then he ran out and went on his merry way.
The next day...
Tommy went to wake Y/N up, but he was greeted by a messing, dishevelled room.
"What the... What the fuck happened in here?" Tommy asked, looking around.
Once he got to the bed he saw the note, when he picked it up he almost dropped it instantly. Tommy ran down stairs and waved the note in the air.
"They're gone, Y/N's gone!"
"What do you mean?" Phil asked.
"This note was on their bed, and their room was a mess."
Techno grabbed the note as he skimmed over it, his face that held confusion turned to realization and then went to anger.
"What's wrong Techno?" Kristen asked.
"I know this handwriting from anywhere... Dream has them."
"What?!" Wilbur and Tommy asked.
"H-How? Y/N's never met Dream," Tommy said.
"How can we know that for a fact? Y/N was missing for years, and now they come back mysteriously in a panicked manner and in a very unhealthy condition."
"What are you leading towards Techno?" Phil asked.
"My theory is that Y/N was with Dream the years they were missing, and it wasn't by choice. I'm not sure how they met, but they definently have some sort of relationship, and it isn't heathly."
"What does Dream look like?" Kristen asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"I can ask Drista or XD to help me, I have a feeling Dream's linked to the two in some way, and it can help me locate him with the crows help."
"No one's really seen his face," Tommy said.
"But one thing that stands out is his mask, he wears this smiley mask all the time, making it impossible to see his face."
"With that info given to Mumza, what's the plan?" Wilbur asked.
Techno let out a dark chuckle as his eyes went dark.
"Oh I have a plan... And it's not going to be easy..."
With Y/N and Dream...
Y/N looked up and their hands were above their head, cuffed to the wall with no way to escape. Their legs were tied together, and the shirt they were wearing was gone, leaving them in just their undergarments. Looking up, Dream was sitting on a chair, looking at them dead in the eyes with a pissed off expression as he sharpened his netherite sword.
"Tell me this Y/N, what made you get the confidence and ego to pull this BULLSHIT on me?!"
Dream stood up and grabbed their face
"I give you everything, anything! If you want it I get it for you. But you just had to get selfish and leave me, you're fucking disgusting."
"I'm not disgusting..." Y/N mumbled.
"What did you say whore?"
"You heard me, I'm not disgusting! You're the one that fucking kidnapped me and hid me away for years, starving me whenever I got 'too fat?' WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT?! You physically and emotionally abuse me, and you do this just because you love me? I believed you for years, but when I got to see my family again I remembered what real love was, and this, this isn't love! You need fucking help Dream, and after this I'm going to need fucking therapy due to your FUCKING BULLSHIT!"
Dream slapped Y/N hard across the face, before putting his hand around Y/N's throat.
“Your life is in my hands, don’t test me, ok?”
"I'm not testing you Dream, I'm telling you the truth. You're just too caught up in your ego to see it."
Dream began to chuckle, before going into a hysterical laughter.
"Oh~ Y/N just doesn't know when to shut up..." Dream said, before kicking them in the stomach.
"Being with your family for 1 day made you get your ego, confidence and self respect back... Now that's not good," Dream continued, stabbing his netherite sword into Y/N's hands, making them scream in pain.
Dream began to hurt punch them over and over again until he got bored.
"DREAM PLEASE STOP! I'M AT HALF A HEART!" Y/N yelled, looking up at Dream with pleading eyes.
Dream just smiled, his eyes glowing as he looked down at them.
"Oh Y/N... I could kill you right now, and no one would care! NOBODY! And if people did care, where's your family? Where's your friends? Only I care about you, only I can make you happy, only I can touch you the way I do, and only I can love you..."
Y/N's brain just completely shut down as they stared down at the floor with emotionless eyes. Y/N began to cry, tears rolling down their face as they thrashed against their restraints.
"No! You're wrong! Youre..." Y/N said, before they felt Dream grab their chin.
"Care to finish that?"
Y/N just shook their head no, being too tired to do anything, and having too many mental and physical scars to even care anymore.
"Now, who's the only one that can love you?
"You..."
"And who do you love?"
"You..."
"Good..."
Dream unlocked their cuffs and watched as they fell to Y/N's side limply. Dream placed Y/N in his lap and ran his hand through their hair.
"You're all mine... And not even you're family can change that..."
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Ch. 00 Pt. I : To-Not-Do-But-Actually-Do List | JJ Maybank × fem! reader
a/n : I wrote this between last night and this morning. It's not my first time writing fanfic but it is my first one of JJ Maybank. I always delete my works thinking they ain't good enough. Hopefully I won't delete it this time and when I get some breaks I can keep writing. Anyways to whoever stops and reads: Thank you very much and enjoy the story!
tw: underage drinking, smoking, slight mention of anxiety (it's barely there).
There's a small conversation in Spanish but I clarified what is being said.
word count: 3.0k+
You were studying for an upcoming test. It was Friday evening and you were sure nobody liked to study on Friday evenings just when the school week had come to an end. But you had nothing better to do. Well, you were invited to a kegger by your friends, which you were seriously considering going to since you already knew the material and didn’t know what to do now. But you were unsure about parties. One goes to have fun, right? But fun usually means getting drunk, high or hooking up. And you weren’t about to do any of them. But you figured it wouldn’t hurt to put in practice your socializing skills.
You told your parents you were going out for the night. They looked at you oddly, but didn’t say anything, only wishing you had a good time, telling you to be safe and to call once you got there, once you were on your way back and if something came up. Of course, they also asked who you were gonna be with, where were you gonna be, if someone was going to pick you up, who would bring you home. The whole interrogation.
After taking a shower and dressing up, you called your friends hoping someone could give you a ride. Luckily for you, your best friend hadn’t arrived yet and was close by. He was always late for everything so you kind of figured that’s how it would be.
“Hey pretty lady.” , he smirked at you as you got on the bike behind him, arms around his torso, “What made you change your mind?”
“Got bored.”, you answered simply.
“That 's weird. You're not one to get bored. But guess we’re actually having fun tonight so let ‘s go!” he answered, hyped as ever, you chuckled as he drove off to the beach.
You lost sight of him as soon as you stepped on the beach. And that's on having fun tonight together, huh. “So, now what?” You asked yourself looking around for some familiar faces. You managed to spot some of your friends among the crowd but they seemed to be having fun engaged in conversation and you didn’t want to burden them. Yeah you had just arrived and you already were starting to regret coming, and being surrounded by a squirming crowd, all dancing and moving around wasn’t helping. You made a haste turn and gasped when you felt something spill over your top.
“Oh dammit.” The boy cried over the spilled drinks. Some had gotten on his T-shirt too. “I mean shit, I’m sorry dude. It was kinda your fault too though.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile as you looked up. “Oh shit. Sorry Y/N.”
“You’re great with apologies, Maybank.” He smiled back, but he grimaced seeing your ruined shirt. You noticed and looked down, the thin fabric of your blouse letting into view your bra. You crossed your arms over your chest trying to make it better, looking up at him again and smiling awkwardly to try and hide your embarrassment. But he could make out your flushed cheeks and your discomfort. He felt his own cheeks get warmer at the fact you caught him staring and that you crossing your arms definitely didn’t help.
“I try my best. Care for a drink?” He offered you the one cup that didn’t spill over you. You scrunched your nose and nodded your head hesitantly, reaching for it. “Actually, can you wait here for a sec.?” You nodded again and there he left you, looking around awkwardly waiting for him to get back. You looked at your drink, swirling the liquid in the cup, questioning if you should drink it. You had never drinked before. And you were alone, well, JJ was with you but you didn’t know if he was actually coming back or if he had just grabbed the opportunity to spare you from your embarrassment. You took a sip, making a face - there goes the no drinking thing you were talking about- and you saw JJ approach, eyes squinted looking for someone. He spotted you and smiled as he came to a stop in front of you, holding a drink and a sweatshirt. He offered the sweatshirt to you “Here.”
“Oh, um, thanks.” He held your drink as you put his sweatshirt on. It was like two sizes bigger. You extended your arms making a silly pose and he approved, making you do a little spin.
“Never seen you around one of these before. Didn’t think it was something you liked.” He started walking, you by his side.
“I actually don’t like it. You just bumped into me right when I started to panic about being here.” You said jokingly although it was actually the truth. JJ let out a laugh. “But I thought I might do something different tonight. Get out of the comfort zone, you know?”
“And how’s that going?” He questioned, you could see a smile hidden by the rim of his cup. You smiled.
“Not bad. I’m actually talking with someone, I had my first drink…” You said, and downed the last of said drink. “Not a fan of them to be honest.” you made a face and blinked a few times, not liking the taste.
“No way.” He said incredulously. You nodded, letting out an affirmative sound. “ What would people think of me for corrupting Y/N Y/L/N?”
“So bad of you.” you played along. “Nah, it’s just one drink. As long as you drink moderately it’s fine. Also I could’ve refused, so you’re not corrupting me.” You shrugged, then widened your eyes because of all your blabbering. “I went too deep on that joke. I'm sorry.” You smiled nervously, smoothing your hair. He just laughed.
“That ‘s fine. You have no idea how much shit I can talk. My friends are shutting me up all the time. Wait- Not that you were talking shit- Oh God.” It was your turn to laugh about how conflicted he looked. He smiled and calmed down seeing that you didn’t take it wrong.
There was a beat of silence before he spoke up again, “So… You wanna go somewhere more quiet?” The question caught you off guard. He sensed your hesitation and rushed to explain. “I mean, since you don’t really like parties. Thought you might want to head over to somewhere else? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. “
You nodded, “Wait, but what about you? I don’t wanna make you leave.” you worried
He brushed it off. “There’s always more of these.”
So you both went further down the beach, the sounds from the party heard from a distance. You sat down and saw him take out something from his pockets. “Do you mind if I burn one?” You shook your head. He lighted it up and took a hit, slowly letting the smoke out after. You caught yourself staring, and he also caught you, showing you a smirk, “You probably haven’t smoked before either, right?” He said mockingly. You pushed him jokingly, then overthinking about if you weren’t getting too confident around him. You hadn’t spoken more than a couple times before.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Such a good girl.” he cooed, “I shouldn’t be the one to make you drink and smoke in the same night but, who’s better than me?” He offered you the blunt.
“Yeah right.” you answered sarcastically, and once again hesitated but took it from his hand - there goes the “no smoking”. The same night, in less than an hour. You just need to hook up with someone and you shall check out your To-Not-Do-But-Do List-. You looked at it and proceeded to put it in your mouth.
“Easy there.” He warned as you inhaled the smoke. You coughed it out, laughing as he caressed your back, trying to ease you.
“Whoah.” you blinked a few times as you tried to get used to it. And that's how you spent the rest of the night there talking and smoking. Usually you had trouble making conversation but with the help of the alcohol and weed you were more easy going tonight, mostly talking nonsense and laughing at everything, which had JJ glancing at you with an amused smile. “Yeah, she definitely had never smoked before.” He saw as you scrunched your nose, suddenly, and smelled his sweatshirt that you were wearing. “I smell like weed.” You said, disgusted. Apparently, you forgot you were smoking. “And I’m wearing a boy’s sweatshirt.” Your eyes widened as you lifted your arms and looked at the sleeves of his sweatshirt as they dangled when you moved them around. “My parents are gonna kill me. Twice!” You cackled almost hysterically, which made JJ burst in laughter too at the sight of you.
It was a little past midnight and after running out of energy, you had fallen asleep profoundly, leaning over JJ, your head resting on his shoulder. He didn't bother to wake you up at first, being very comfortable with how you two were. But then he almost fell asleep too and it was pretty late so he gently tried to shove you awake. “Y/N.” you grunted, and tried to ignore him. “Y/N we have to go. It 's late. Don’t wanna fall asleep here for some creep to come and kill us.”
“You can fight them.” you mumbled. “You look like a very brave courageous prince.”
“Do I now?” He looked at you, trying to hold back a smile. “Yeah this prince you’re talking about is lacking money. And sleep. So let 's go.” He helped you stand up. You made eye contact with him and your eyes widened. “What now?” he questioned, amused.
“Your eyes are very pretty.”
“Oh you’re gonna make me blush. C’mon, I can give you a piggyback ride until we meet with John B.” In fact, he did blush a little by the intensity of your gaze. Not that you would notice being as you were right now. You fell asleep again almost immediately once on his back, your head resting on top of his. He almost dropped you when you got too relaxed and your grip around his shoulders got a little too loose. He hoped John B hadn’t left. He didn't feel like walking all the way to the château. He figured you’ll stay with them. He didn't know where you lived and even if he did he wasn’t about to drop you off high out of your mind.
“Hey, I was looking all over for you. Kie and Pope already left.” John B started as he looked at your sleeping figure being carried by his friend, his curious eyes making the question for him already but he spoke nevertheless, “You’ve been with her all this time?”
“Yeah. She’s out like a light. And she doesn’t look like it but she’s starting to feel heavy so let’s get to the Twinkie. Also, have you seen my backpack? I thought I left it around here." He started to make his way to the van, John B keeping his pace.
“ Yeah, I grabbed it when I started looking around for you." He said before saying what he really wanted to say at that moment, "Listen, man, I know you… Are JJ, " He missed the puzzled look JJ was giving him, "Like the JJ Maybank. Big time player. But Y/N. Out of all people? How did you even get with her? We actually know her and it would suck to hurt her feelings.”John B kept going, just astounded with how far JJ could go.
“We didn’t do anything of whatever you’re imagining.” JJ squinted his eyes at him. “I bumped into her and we stayed together after that, we chatted, drinked, smoked a little…”
“You let her smoke? Since when does she smoke?”
“Since today man, I don’t know. And it’s not like I forced her to do it. She can make her own decisions. Also she was with me so it’s not like something would have happened to her.” John B raised a brow, “At least nothing that she didn't want.” He opened the sliding door of the van. “Just help me out, dude. Geez, you’re supposed to be my best friend bro. Wouldn’t hurt to show a little trust.”
“Precisely because I am your best friend is why I care about it.” He helped JJ get you inside of the van.
“If someone was looking at us they would say we’re kidnapping her.” John B stated as he made his way to the driver’s seat and started the Twinkie. JJ took a seat, while you laid there sleeping, your head resting on his lap. He made sure you wouldn’t move and smack your face with the van or fall to the floor. When they arrived at the Château, they both helped you out of the van and got you inside the house. JJ went to bother a sleeping Kie, asking her to help you get changed out of your clothes, though he thought you looked cute with his sweatshirt on.
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You woke up, slightly disoriented but well rested. The smell of food reached your senses. Stretching, you looked around and saw you were sleeping next to Kiara Carrera. How the hell did you get there?
“Goodmorning.” she said, startling you.
“Good- Morning?” You stared at her. Kie saw the confusion in your expression and smiled. Teasing a little wouldn’t hurt anyone.
“Did you enjoy last night?” Kie asked, and purposely got a bit closer, looking at your lips.
“What?”
“You don’t remember?” she clicked her tongue. “That’s a shame though.”
“What? No! No. I do remember.” Kie raised a brow, “ No, I was with JJ-” you stopped yourself, “Not! Not in a sexual way.” You rushed to explain. Sheepishly, fidgeting with your hands, you looked up at her again. “Did we really…” God,I thought I was straight. I mean, I am straight. Kie is really pretty though. God you just had sex for the first time and you don’t even remember, you shook your head to stop the nonsense that were your thoughts at the moment.
At that point, Kiara couldn’t hold it anymore and started laughing at the conflict you were having in your head, your troubled state written all over your face.
“You two! Come and get breakfast before we eat all of it. And Kie, stop messing with Y/N.” You heard John B and JJ shout from the kitchen. You were really hungry, now that they mentioned food. And it smelled really nice earlier. You both got up and went to the dinner table, where you found JJ fixing up a plate for you. He motioned for you to sit. “Goodmorning.” He said, giving you a smile. “You good?”
Nervously, you greeted him back, nodding. You probably made some trouble for them last night, especially for JJ. You all sat at the table, chatting and recalling stuff from last night. Guess you still were straight, and didn’t hook up with Kie. She was just taking advantage of you not being able to process anything too well before eleven in the morning and making fun of you. You were enjoying yourself but,
“I should be going home.” you said, excusing yourself.
“I can go with you. Also, your phone went off a few times this morning while you were sleeping.” JJ mentioned casually as he stood up after you.
“You don’t have to do that.” You told him but he brushed you off, saying it was no problem. “Oh my God, my phone! I mean, my parents! They’re totally gonna kill me!” The other two held their laughter towards your distressed face and JJ grimaced as he motioned for you to follow him and you went to the room he always stayed in. He gestured towards your clothes and your phone. He had washed your clothes earlier after he woke up. When you looked at your phone’s screen, you saw all the missed calls you had from your mom, your dad, even your brother. Your stomach dropped.
“You didn’t tell them you were going out?” JJ asked.
“I did! I just never said I was going to stay at someone else’s place!” As if on cue, your phone went off again. You both looked at each other and you answered, already grimacing at what was coming.
“Hey ma’.”
JJ frowned, your voice sounded different for a moment. Then he heard a loud voice from the other end of the call, most likely your mom’s. He couldn’t make out what she was saying because it was in Spanish? and she was talking way too fast in a hysterical tone. He looked curiously as he heard you both.
“¡No! Mami estoy bien. Es que se hizo tarde y me quedé en casa de Kiara.” You lied, saying you stayed over at Kie’s as your mom asked you who the hell was Kiara. “Una amiga, ma. Perdón que no dije nada. Ya voy para allá. Sí, sí, bye.” You sighed. “I’m grounded.” you fake smiled and looked over at JJ. He gave you an apologetic look. “Well I don’t really go out much.” You laughed nervously. “I should go. I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you guys.”
“Yeah, yeah, no I mean, not at all.” JJ answered awkwardly, a hand brushing his hair back as he smiled at you nervously.
They let you take a shower and change back to your clothes before making your way out. You thanked them, and both you and JJ made your way out of the château and back to your house. You decided to walk, since it wasn’t too far. You stopped a couple houses before yours, telling JJ that going back after staying out the night without telling anybody and coming back home with a boy was just you asking to get yourself killed. He laughed, telling you that he understood.
“I have no problem introducing myself to them. Since I am indeed very brave and courageous and all.” He teased, trying to see if you remembered what you said to him last night. You did remember, but did your best to play it off as if you didn’t, feeling kinda embarrassed. He laughed it off when you looked at him as if you didn’t know what he was talking about, a little hurt but he wouldn't make a big deal about it. You were high as a kite anyways. “Forget it.” he finished with a sigh. “See you around?” He asked, hopeful
“Sure. See ya around.” You gave him a hug, then started to make the rest of your way back to your house. You turned to look at him once more and gave him a smile and a small wave. He smiled and waved back. It would be hard to take that smile off his face for the rest of the day.
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01 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞
Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can't handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Chapters: prev// next
“is model Sato Himari dating Argentina national male volleyball team player Oikawa Tooru?” you read yet another dating rumor from your past lover
you shook your head and mumbled “he never changed” you said clucking your toungue
it’s been almost two years now since your break-up, your son and his twin brother were already ten months old, they grew up to be healthy and happy babies
Your parents helped you take care of your babies whenever you were attending school and doing your part-time jobs
You also tried to avoid some high school friends since almost all of them knew Oikawa and you didn’t think it was time for him to find out about his sons yet
His career is at its peek, he was getting a lot of endorsements inside and outside of Japan, he was always getting linked to a lot of famous people and influencers
You felt so small compared to him and quite frankly, you didn't know if you wanted that life for your sons, i mean Oikawa had paparazzi following him everywhere he's almost like a celebrity
Well with that looks of him, it wasn't a surprise
Besides, you didn't know if he still loved you, he was surrounded by a lot of rumors from celebrities to actresses to models
And you were just a fresh graduate looking for a job to sustain your kids
With all of that out of the way, you decided that you didn't want Oikawa to meet your kids
"hiii babies" you cooed at your sons when you arrived at your parent's house
They all giggled in unison reaching out their tiny hands to you, they were already in their strollers when you arrived ready to go
"hey ma, pa thank you again for today" you hugged your parents, without them, you probably wouldn't manage to pay for yours and your sons' expenses
"y/n please rest for a little bit, we already told you, me and your dad can afford to take care of yours and your sons' needs" your mother pleaded with you one more time
You looked at her with tired eyes but you were hosting a gentle smile on your lips
"mom, its really fine, you guys are already taking care of my kids I cant let you carry all the burden, besides, I already got the job from the law firm" you smiled at them lifting the takeout food they failed to notice when you entered
"I can begin work after a week"
Thus you and your sons left your parent's house a little later than usual as you ate dinner
"good morning my baby" you greeted Haruto who was always the first one to wake up, you lift him up from his crib as you sat down the rocking chair just in front of their crib feeding him with your breastmilk
"eat up before your brother wakes up" you smiled at him, his small eyes looking at you as he sips milk from your nipples, smiling while doing so
It was moments like this when you felt bad for them, how you wanted them to have a father, but you know it was far for that to happen, their father was at the other side of the world and the chances of you getting back together was next to impossible
You relish the silent peaceful morning
Until it was ruined by the loud ringing of your phone, you reached for it since it was just on top of the table beside your chair
You didn't check the caller
"hello?"
"bessssstiiieee" you moved your phone away from your ear
"Akira, its 7 in the morning here for goodness sake" you scold your bestfriend who is also in Argentina
"ohhh sorry are my godchildren still sleeping?" she asked
"I'm feeding Haruto at the moment, Hayato is still asleep" you said looking down at your son and made a funny face which made him giggle
"anyways bestfriend, i'm going home to attend the high school reunion, are you coming?" she asks
"no-"
"oh no you don't bitch, i'm coming home and WE will attend that party, last year i was alone, Himari was annoying the shit out of me with her stupidly pretty face"
"why did you even ask me in the first place?" you deadpanned
She knew you couldn't say no to her, how could you? When she was there when you were crying your eyes out after the break up, putting up with your intense cravings and rubbing your back during morning sickness heck she even hesitated on going to Argentina to get trained by the photographer she idolizes the most because you were two months away from giving birth
Even in Argentina she was constantly calling her friends if they had jobs available for you, and for that you are forever thankful for her
"But, what if he's there?" you asked, there was a reason why you didn't attend high school reunion last year, you were afraid Oikawa was there
"its not like we're going to bring the boys with us- oh wait I'm about to board my flight I'll call you when I arrive bye love you" and with that she ended the phone abruptly
You sighed and looked at Hayato shuffle awake in his bed
okay so this is my first time writing a fanfic by chapter DADYIGFBWEYB I hope y’all liked it, just tell me through dms or ask box if you want a tag on the next chapter
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Stomach Bug Ch1
Morning Sickness
idea from @beautiful-disasters-sunshine this is the first fanfic I’ve written in years. If it’s bad let me know I’m just trying my best since I like this idea. In this fic Mari and Dami are 17/18 and Hawkmoth has been defeated so there’s no fighting during this pregnancy. dialog heavy so sorry in advance.
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The rare occurrence of a quiet and peaceful morning was always nice to have in a city like Gotham where despair and misfortune seemed to thrive. Occasions like this are often cherished but everyone knows to be wary as anything could ruin the moment, such as the retching and coughing coming from the bathroom that had two very concerned women and equally concerned miniature god standing outside the door.
“Marigold, are you okay?” Ivy asked gently knocking on the door wincing as she heard another painful retch from the other side of the door, “Darling open the door please.”
“I’m-” another broken cough was heard breaking the weak voice in the bathroom, “I’m… okay just some food poisoning I think.”
“Mari sweetie you’ve been puking your guts out for a week.” Harley said leaning on the door frame, “I don’t think it’s just some food poisoning. You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re a doctor,” Marinette said, her sickness seeming to have finally come to an end as she flushed the toilet.
“I’m a psychiatrist hon there’s a big difference.” Harley said looking at Ivy concerned as the sound of running water filled the silence as Marinette brushed her teeth, “We’re taking you to see a doctor if this was just a stomach bug you’d have gotten better by now.”
“She’s right Marinette,” Tikki said, settling onto Ivy’s shoulder as they all watched the door, “It’ll make us all feel better if you just see the doctor.”
Silence filled the area as they all waited for Marinette to reply before a soft sigh was heard and the door clicked open revealing an exhausted young woman, “I don’t want to be a bother.” she mumbled averting her eyes from the two women before her.
Ivy let out a soft sigh moving forward and pulled her close to her chest gently running her fingers through her hair as Tikki floated down to press into Marinette's neck to give her some comfort, “You are and never will be a burden to us, Marigold. We care for you and want the best so please don’t think something as unavoidable as getting sick is a burden.”
“She’s right darling we love you and want you to be safe and healthy so please let us take you to a doctor that’s licensed in medicine,” Harley said, stepping over to hug her effectively squishing Marinette between Ivy and herself.
Marinette closed her eyes and just took a moment to sort through her thoughts and take in the warmth of the two women that adopted her. Her life had been just on the wrong side of crazy for so long, Hawkmoth terrorizing everyone for having emotions, her friends and family turning on her because of one liar determined to ruin her life, having to hide her relationship from not only her very perceptive mothers but her boyfriends equally perceptive and just a touch insane family. All of that and now being sick with something just to put the cherry on top of an already bad situation. “Okay,” she mumbled after a prolonged moment and turned to bury her face into Ivy’s chest and breathed deep taking in the subtle earthy and floral notes that clung to her, “I’ll see a doctor.”
“Thank you,” Ivy smiled gently, kissing the crown of her head, and looked over at Harley with a measured look, “go and get ready and we’ll head on over to the clinic,” she said as both women stepped back to allow her to head over to her room.
Once she was gone and out of earshot Harley leaned over and in a stage whisper said, “10 bucks says she’s pregnant.”
“I’d disagree if not for the fact she’s trying to hide her relationship with the Wayne brat.” Ivy chuckled, shaking her head, “Let's hope it is just a stomach bug and not a stomach bug .” she said giving Harley a look as they went to change into more civilian clothing so as not to draw attention to themselves.
The three women made their way into a small clinic and got checked in taking a seat in the corner out of the way of others. Marinette was seated between the two nervous and practically sweating bullets as she gripped her sweater while her mind raced. A soft pressing on her thigh from Tikki gave her some ease as she stared down at her trembling hands. What if she was really sick and the financial cost would put her mothers in debt? What if she wasn’t sick and this was all a waste of time? What if they already think she’s being a burden and are waiting for her to get called in so they can leave her? What if-
“Miss. Isley-Quinzel?” A nurse called cutting through Marinette's internal struggle.
“Ah here!” she said jumping up her face beat red as she quickly made her way over to the nurse with her mothers following close behind.
“I’m sorry only one of you can come back.” The nurse said looking at the two women.
“I’ll stay this article was gettin good,” Harley said flopping back down into her seat and reopened the gossip rag she was reading. Ivy shook her head smiling and placed a comforting hand on Marinette’s shoulder and walked with her into the small room.
“So Miss what are you in for today?” the nurse asked closing the door so they could all have privacy and took a seat.
“I’ve been throwing up for the past week,” Marinette said taking a seat on the paper-lined table keeping her head down.
“Any other symptoms?” the nurse asked looking over the file in her hands, “fever, headaches, muscle pain?” they asked.
“No nothing like that… I have been getting more sick after eating, maybe I have food poisoning?” Marinette asked.
“Are you sick after eating every time or only certain foods?” the nurse asked.
“I’m not sure I haven’t paid much attention to what I eat that’s causing me to be sick,” she mumbled.
The nurse nodded making some notes, “well just to rule it out I’ll need you to take a pregnancy test.” they said, grabbing a little plastic cup and handing it to Marinette, “bathroom is just to the right of this room go fill this cup and we’ll see if we can get you some answers.” they smiled and opened the door to let Marinette out.
Marinette turned scarlet and then pale as she walked out of the room and went to the bathroom. Ivy watched her leave before pulling out her phone and sent a quick text to Harley, ‘Marigold is taking a pregnancy test. She looks terrified.’
‘I really think she’s pregnant. She’s been sick and she’s been turning away from some of her favorite foods.’ Harley shot back after a few moments.
Ivy nodded putting her phone away as Marinette came back and took her seat on the table once more. She seemed to be running through the worst possible scenarios as her face slowly morphed from a sickly pale to an even sicklier green as they waited for the nurse to return with the results.
What felt like hours to Marinette was only a few minutes as a doctor came in smiling softly to Marinette and Ivy. “Hello, I’m Doctor Beau.” She smiled pulling a seat over and looked over the file given, “You came in for problems with nausea?”
“Yes, my daughter has been throwing up all week and we’re concerned,” Ivy said as it looked like Marinette wouldn’t be able to speak without being sick again.
“It is quite concerning and as you know we do have to rule out certain options before we can administer tests.” Dr. Beau nodded looking over the files once more, “The pregnancy test we had your daughter take came back positive.” she said gently trying to gauge the two women.
Marinette went stock still as tears began to well in her eyes clouding her vision as her world seemed to come crashing down around her. Ivy moved quickly to stand by Marinette wrapping her up in a hug and stroked her hair and back. “It’s okay Marigold,” she soothed, grabbing some tissues to clean her face, “It’s going to be okay just breathe.”
“I can’t tell you what to do Miss.” Dr. Beau said, gaining Marinette’s attention, “However, I can give you some pamphlets and a referral to a nice OB-GYN, they can help you make the choice best for you.” she smiled gently getting up and wrote a quick script before handing it to Ivy along with some pamphlets.
Everything after seemed to happen in a blur. Marinette didn’t fully process anything until she was being seated on a soft couch and felt two bodies pressing firmly to either side of her. “Mari, sweetie, please talk to us.” Harley’s accented voice softly sounded from her left broke the dam on her emotions as she let out a broken sob.
“I’m- I’m sorry.” she cried curling in on herself as the two women quickly wrapped her up in a firm hug as Tikki pressed into her cheek all three talking over each other trying to soothe her.
“Marigold it happens.” Ivy said gently holding her face, “We’re not mad, disappointed, or upset with you.” she said wiping her face, “We are here to help you and support you in any decision you decide to make.”
“Do ya know who the daddy is?” Harley asked gently, rubbing her back trying to get her to settle down just a bit. Marinette took a shaky breath, her face blotchy and nose stuffy as she nodded her head, “Here’s what we’re gonna do okay hon. I’m goin to go make you some calming tea and you are goin to call your boyfriend and tell him to come over here. Okay?” she asked looking in Mari’s eyes.
Marinette nodded scrubbing her face with her sleeve as Tikki pulled her phone up for her to take.
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On the other side of Gotham seated for breakfast and contemplating the benefits of mass homicide, Damian was eating his food as his family did their best to make him go off the deep end.
“I’m just saying!” Jason said munching on some bacon, “Maybe if he got laid he wouldn’t have a stick so far up his a-”
“That is enough Jason,” Bruce stated firmly as he rubbed his eyes exhaustion clearly written all over his face.
“You just don’t want to hear my reasoning,” Jason said flicking a piece of toast at him.
“No, I want to remain ignorant of my child's sex life. I already had to deal with Dick telling me everything I rather not hear your speculations.” He glared as the table fell silent for a few blissful moments as they all turned to look at a shameless Dick who just smiled and shrugged before a loud ringing cut through and all eyes turned to Damian as he pulled out his phone.
“Hello?” he asked his usual annoyance bleeding through before he seemed to pause as the other person on the line spoke, “What’s happening?” he asked as he quickly got to his feet, worry clear on his face as he rushed out of the room, “I’m coming habibti please stop crying.” was the last thing the other Wayne’s heard before the front door slammed shut.
“What...” Jason started staring wide-eyed at where Damian just vanished through
“...just happened?” Dick finished looking just as confused before everyone turned to look at Bruce for his reaction.
“Habibti means my love,” Bruce said in lieu of an answer as they all then turned to look at Tim as he tapped away on a tablet.
“Already tracking him,” Tim said as silence settled back over the room as everyone tried to process what just happened. In the opinion of everyone gathered it took much too long for Tim to tell them where Damian left in such a hurry before finally looking up at everyone and said, “He’s at Harley and Ivy’s.”
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Damian quickly knocked on the door, his clothes a little disheveled and his hair a bit messy from his mad dash across the city to the apartment housing the Isley-Quinzels. Ivy opened the door and stepped aside to allow him to enter and watched as he ran over to Marinette who was on her fourth cup of calming tea her tears now dry but her mind still frazzled.
“Habibti, are you okay?” he asked, dropping in front of her as her eyes began to well with a new wave of tears, and sobs began to wrack her small body once more. Damian quickly picked her up holding her close and rubbed her back as she choked out apologies sobbing into his shoulder. “Habibti, you're making me really worried; what happened?” he asked, trying to get her to look at him.
Marinette took a slow shaky breath before pulling back and looked at him, her bluebell eyes filled with unshed tears before she softly croaked out, “I’m... pregnant.”
Damian’s eyes widened just slightly as he took in what she said a cold chill settling over his body as he stumbled back falling into the chair Harley quickly moved behind him to catch him. Marinette let out another sob and moved to get out of his hold only for him to hold onto her tighter, “You’re pregnant?” he asked just above a whisper as he stared through her.
She nodded biting her lip hard as she waited for him to shout, shove her away, anything to show his anger. Instead, he pulled her even closer burying his face in her neck, and let out a shaky laugh, “You’re pregnant.” he muttered, “I- I’m going to be a father.” he said, pulling back to look at her.
Tension seemed to leave Marinette like snow melting at the beginning of spring as she weakly smiled at him nodding, “If...” she coughed to clear her throat and scrubbed her face with her sleeve again to look at him, “If you want to...” she mumbled.
“Of course I want to Habibti.” Damian breathed hugging her tightly before pulling back to look down at her stomach and gently ran his fingers over the covered flesh, “I can’t believe this.” he muttered looking at her with awe.
Harley and Ivy smiled watching the two have their heartfelt moment before deciding to break it, “What’s your dad gonna say?” Harley asked cutting through the tender moment with as much grace as a blunt axe.
Damian felt another cold wave wash over him at the mention of his father as his eyes widened, “My family doesn’t know about you.” he muttered looking at Marinette.
“They’re going to think I did this to trap you,” Marinette mumbled her face going to a sickly green as she shoved her way out of Damian's arm and ran into the bathroom slamming it shut as retching filled the apartment once more.
“You have to tell them.” Harley said watching Damian, “before she starts showing she’s small so it’ll be obvious soon enough.”
The apartment fell into silence with the only sound being Marinette’s morning sickness for a long while before a ringing cut through and Damian pulled out his phone. Father clear as day showing on the screen for the awaiting call. Damian stared at it until it went silent and then lit up with another incoming call from Bruce. “I have to answer don’t I?” he asked looking over at Ivy and Harley.
“Unless you want them all stormin in here then yeah,” Harley said, sipping some of the tea she made for Marinette.
Damian sighed and took a deep breath before answering the call, “Hello father.”
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¡Hola! Bonjour! Hello in Russian!
Dang, it’s been a good minute since I posted something madrigalcest related. I guess it was because of something someone said it really got to me so I stopped posting for a while. But then I realized, Hey! I don’t give a shit what other people think! Only the ones that aren’t dickheads!
Speaking of, have you guys seen the trailer for The Umbrella Academy S3?! AHHHHH Im so excited, I can’t wait! The only thing that’s ruining it for me is the Fiveya/Fiktor gc that I’m in on Instagram. God, if only you guys knew the things they said on there. They’re starting to give me a migraine.
ANYWAY, enough of that. So I come to you with another madrigalcest ship post. Guess which ship it is! Nope, I’ll just tell you.
Give it up for ISALORES Y’ALL!!!!!! *cue applause*
I was going to do a different ship at first because I already made a ship post with Isabela in it. But this one is dedicated to a new friend of mine who told me they ship Isalores. But I’m not going to tell you who it is because they’re not comfortable coming out about it yet.
So, I found some A M A Z I N G Isalores fanart on Pinterest because I can’t draw for shit. I couldn’t draw to save my own life. Unfortunately, my parents don’t have that gene so I didn’t get it either. So all I can do is find content for you. IF of course, the artists are ok with it.
Poor Mariano😂 but to be honest, I don’t ship him with Dolores anyway. I was reading this CamiMira fanfic on Ao3 and it had the Luisa x Mariano ship and I’ve been in love with it ever since. Too bad I can’t find any content on it, boo hoo😞 BUT MOVING ON….
The animators knew what they were doing. They knew what we wanted and they gave it to us! THANK YOU ANIMATORS!
Is anybody else imagining 1 of these 2 things right now? 1) Isabela seductively putting a flower in Dolores’s hair? Or 2) Dolores laying in Isabelas lap while Isabela makes her a flower crown?
Ooh modern style, nice. Personally, I don’t like mixing modern reality with whatever fandom I’m in. But I’m really loving the modern Encanto art. Not to mention, modern Isabela is HOT🔥🔥🔥
Is it too much to ask to see our favorite ships dancing together? This is with any fandom. I already got my wish with Harry Potter, somewhat TUA, and Gakuen Alice but not with any other fandom. BOOOOO! Now I’m gonna sit here and pout about it.
Or not ‘cause I gotta finish this. So NONE of these belong to me, just making that 1000% clear. I have no idea who the artists are because Pinterest is never accurate. Unless those initials at the bottom of the fourth picture mean something. If that’s the artist, then it belongs to MNM.
Y’know now that I think about it, I wish I could find more than just art. Like TikTok videos, YouTube shorts, etc. but we all know both of those platforms are pretty toxic. TikTok being the MOST toxic out of all the social media platforms.
UGH! Humans suck, am I right? Of course I am. Good thing I’m an alien from the planet Netflix. You wouldn’t know about it because it’s in the Pizza galaxy. WHY DID I EVER COME TO THIS PLANET?!
Anyway, I gotta get some sleep because I have to work in the morning😫😫😫😫 Good Night!
#madrigalcest#proship#proshipper#antis dni#no antis#isalores#isabela x dolores#I’m not going to tag TUA S3#because I don’t want to risk antis finding this#even if they’re not apart of this fandom
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Little Moth - Chapter 4 - As The Snow Fell
[Thank you so much to everyone that has read, liked and re-blogged the chapters and master list of my fanfic so far, I really appreciate all the support!]
Masterlist
Y/N Protagonist, female. Reader X Karl Heisenberg. [18+]
Summary: You’ve barely even set foot into the village and have already had a taste of the unusual residents and otherworldly beings. Is there anyone that you can trust?
Trigger Warnings: Threat, theft.
Soundscape Ambience Suggestions:
Medieval Ruins Ambience
Quiet Tavern Ambience
[Photos are my own]
You woke with a start, the white canvas of the morning sky blinding you as a crow cawed from above. You cast you gaze about bleary eyed, taking in your surroundings. You were back at your camp, but mightily dishevelled, half your clothes on, half off, and various parts exposed to the elements. The last embers of the fire burned, soft wafts of smoke dying down.
What the hell happened last night? You wondered, casting your thoughts back and rubbing your face, feeling almost as if you had a hangover. Fixing your clothes, you turned your attention to your equipment and the camp. Anything that wasn’t necessary to have on you today you bagged back up into your luggage bag and pushed into the hollow of the tree that you had camped against; mostly some clothing, sleeping bag, tarpaulin… you paused as you got to the bow that the Duke had gifted to you, eyeing it up. As much as you felt safer with it, today you would have to try to be inconspicuous, and this weapon was not going to help with that. You stuffed it hastily as far bag into the hollow as you could, hooking it on a knot on the inside of the tree so that it hung safely, completely out of view, and then threw leaves over the bag.
The distance seemed shorter this time going towards the cliff edge that overlooked the village. You took out your binoculars from a pouch on your hip and got down onto your stomach to scout the area. From where you were you could easily see the castle with its spiky turrets in the distance, slightly shrouded by a fine mist at this hour. If it weren’t for the whole situation that you were in and the very obvious unease that this place was already causing you, you’d have maybe even called this gothic monster ‘beautiful’. Leading up to it were many small houses, each made slightly differently to the next, but somehow all similar. Some with thatched roofs, some tile, some metal. You were only at the brink of this village, but you could sense poverty from here, being used to living in a modern world and never feeling like you’d had to struggle too much for food or material needs. Your eyes were drawn to a route that should give you access easily into the village by way of going behind some of the closer buildings, and with a quick sweep, checking that no one was currently about, you decided to go now.
The village had a spattering of snow, less than a foot for sure, and for the most part it had been trodden down and thinned. Coming up to the first house you crouched down behind a small brick wall, which looked as though it had started to tumble over. Again, you couldn’t see anyone here, but you could definitely hear livestock; a pig and maybe some chickens. Peering over the top of the wall towards the house you noticed a washing line, its contents bouncing slowly in the slight breeze. There were yellowed white briefs, a petty coat, bonnets, a dress made out of material that looked itchier than it looked practical, and also a hooded cloak. You pondered for a moment if taking an entire line of clothes to disguise yourself was a good idea or not and then decided against it; you whipped the cloak down, it being very dull and drab in both colour and fabric, with no distinguishing features, and threw the large hood up over your head. It was big enough even to hide your eyes, the swells of fabric wrapping around your arms and body, providing more warmth as well as what you hoped would deter anyone from making too much notice of you. Your boots and trousers were visible, from the knee down, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Nearing the centre, you started to hear the sounds you’d expect to hear in a small village like this. The day was light enough to see everything clearly; a statue of a lady holding a sword and shield. Something about it sent a shiver down your back. It wasn’t that it looked creepy, it just felt… familiar somehow. This looked as though it was perhaps the centre of the village; a woman sat on a bench knitting, a couple of children played with a stick and hoop. That felt weird too. It was the turn of the millennium, and yet here children were playing with really outdated toys. A little way up you could see a hill rising with some gravestones dotted here and there to the left of it. Already you could feel the eyes of the children staring at you and the quiet clacking of the knitting needles had stopped. Keeping your head down, you carried on walking, your feet choosing to take you up the small hill, past the gravestones. You passed a strange wooden shine on your right, not daring to turn your head to look at the details right now, for you’d hoped that they people here might assume that you were one of them thus letting you become invisible. You’d had undercover jobs before that you’d excelled at, but things felt very different here. Every step you took made the feeling of foreboding grow stronger in you. Up ahead was a door depicting two characters, one looked like a woman, the other, you weren’t too sure, but it looked sturdy and as though it might lead to the great castle, so that didn’t seem like you’d be unnoticed if you tried that door. To the right a long alley way, but it looked to lead away from the village, and to the right again the iron gates into the grounds of a small church, with a bubble of people emerging from its doors now. Yes, you had to lay low and try not to turn heads, but you also needed information, maybe if you passed through this crowd as if you were going somewhere you could eavesdrop some clues.
You made your way over and saw a man dressed like a vicar of sorts standing at the church doors while the villagers left, his hands raised in the air and a grin on his face. His eyes were eerily shadowed with darkness, but this didn’t seem to deter his congregation.
“Thank you for coming to today’s assembly to pay our respects to our beloved saviour, Mother Miranda. Volunteers and the Heretic’s Judgement are to be held tomorrow at Mother’s church.”
Just then you accidentally bumped right into someone emerging from the crowd, the impact making you both exhaled audibly, and the villager dropping their item to the ground.
“I’m so sorry, are you ok?” You asked, seeing her face as she looked up to see whom she had bumped into. You mentally kicked yourself for being automatically nicely mannered when you could have just trundled past. Instead, you stopped to pick up what you saw now to be a small bouquet of flowers, seeing her smiling at you as you handed them to her.
“Oh yes, I’m quite alright.” She said warmly. She looked to be in her forties with grey blue eyes, mousy brown hair and bangs. “Are you?”
You were taken aback for a moment; you didn’t expect anyone to ask how you were. In all honesty you’d been better. “No damage done.” You smiled, making sure to pull the cloak over any item of clothing that might give you away for being from further afield than the next village or so. The church doors had closed, and the rest of the crowd had now disbanded into the rest of the village.
“You look to me like you could do with a hot meal and a warm bath. If you beg my pardon for saying so.” She took a step back and extended her hand. “I’m Luiza by the way.”
“Y/N.” You replied, shaking it. Is this a good idea? You asked yourself, but you couldn’t help but trust the woman.
“I was just about to lay these down in the cemetery, if you’d like to join me Y/N.” Luiza offered, indicating to the small bouquet. There was a look in her eyes, like she was trying to tell you something.
“Yes of course.”
The two of you made your way a little past the church and through some more iron gates, this time into a space that was on a slight slope with a couple of crypts and tombs. Checking around her to make sure that no one else was around, Luiza turned her eyes back to you slowly.
“You’re not from here.” She stated. You swallowed.
“No, I’m from the next town over, I’m passing through to –“
“Please. You’re not from here, your accent, your boots… but your eyes, your eyes are what really gave it away. If you’d ever lived near here, you’d never have the damn nerve to even come.” She waved a hand in the air, and yet looked remorsefully subdued. You didn’t quite know what to say.
You looked down to the ground, shame seeping in as if from the snow at your feet.
“I’m searching for a friend.” You said solemnly. “He’s here somewhere, at least, I think. I think that he came here on a lead; whether he’s here to help someone or it’s to do with something that concerns us… I’m not sure. But he’s been gone a while now, and I’d like to get him back home.” Saying it made it all the more real, and you could feel your throat growing tight. The whole time that you’d been speaking Luiza had listened intently, yet her face remained soft. Something twinkled in her pale eyes, a knowing.
“Do you have a picture, of your friend?” She asked.
“Yes.” You unzipped the RPD bag hanging at your side and carefully pulled the photo from the wallet inside. “His name is Leon, Leon Kennedy.” Luiza took the photo into her own hand carefully, studying it and then handed it back.
“You should come over for some dinner tonight Y/N. See that gate over there?” She pointed back towards the church but the opposite side from which you’d entered. “Through that gate, turn left and all the way up the hill. My husband and I are having goulash tonight, if that might tempt you.”
“With dumplings?”
“I can do them if you’d like.” She smiled, turning away to face a small gravestone. “Come after nightfall but be careful on your way.”
“I will.” You started heading back towards the church and then turned to ask, “Who is it? That you’re visiting I mean.”
“My daughter.” She replied.
You left Luiza at her daughter’s grave and felt your stomach rumble. The last 24 hours had been gruelling on your body, you were cramping with no pain relief, nor for your knee, which was already aching, a reminder of the stress you’d put it through the day before fighting that… beast, and then you remembered; the dream… what had happened? That was the same beast as the one you’d slain. But what, you’d resurrected it? You wondered what it meant, and then you started to recall what had happened after. Your cheeks burned red in an instant, spreading over your neck and ears. Confusion ultimately taking over. Well at least I’m warm now, you sneered at yourself, and then felt another rumble. I need food.
Luiza seemed like she could be a good ally to have here, and something told you that she recognised that picture of Leon; even if she was the only person that would help you out you felt happy that you had at least something potentially to go on. You headed back into the centre of the village, with the intention of heading back to your camp for another preserved snack and then it hit you; the smell of eggs and bacon. It was drifting up from somewhere a little way past the statue to the left and you followed it around without a care.
“The Fat Goose” The sign read above the door. It looked to be a small inn of sorts with a few townsfolk coming in and out, and in seemingly good spirits. You made sure that your hood was pulled back up over your eyes and made your way in. It was like many other humble pubs that you’d frequented here and there, mostly when visiting back home in England. A long bar at the back of the room, a door leading somewhere at the back, and the clientele sat hunched over round tables upon stools, leaning close to the fire, or shouting above one another at the bar itself. It wasn’t the busiest, but it seemed to be where the majority of the village had decided to spend their day if they did not have work to be done. You could see a couple of the villagers did indeed have meals here of all sorts; chicken, bread, cheese, and most importantly eggs and bacon. You could feel yourself salivating.
Keeping your head low you approached the barkeep, the Lei ready in your hand, and slid it across the surface towards him. “Eggs, bacon and ale, thank you.” You pushed your coin over to him. You’d been lucky, upon meeting the Duke he’d brought up local currency and exchanged what you’d made the mistake of purchasing at the airport.
The barkeeper was quietly suspicious, evident in the way that he eyed you up, taking a moment to pause cleaning the tankard in his hands to take the money and gave a nod back.
“We’ll bring it over to yer table.” He said, turning back to what he was doing. You chanced a glance around the room and decided to take a seat at a vacant table by the window. It felt like a safe spot; you could see the door and the bar, but you were also tucked into a corner out of the way, the only light cast by the fire on the other side of the room and a couple of candles over head in brackets.
The ale was with you in no time at all. You’d never actually drank ale before and weren’t expecting it to be the tastiest of drinks, but there wasn’t much choice here. The eggs and bacon shortly followed, filling the room with a smell that made you stomach growl again.
The door flew open and you suddenly noticed the difference between the warmth of the inn with the bite of the outside air. The chill swept into the pub with the figures of two men, both tall and brawny, but one much larger than the other. They seemed to be deep in conversation but trying to keep their voices to a murmur that they could only hear between themselves.
They were dressed similarly; the taller man’s clothes had more of a darker and subdued palette. He had a head of grey hair, and a beard to match, a broad forehead, kind eyes and a nose which looked as though it had been broken at least once. The shorter of the two, but by no means lacking in height had a similar long coat but in more earthy tones. His face was hidden by a dark brown leather hat of sorts, well-worn with a mess of dark hair streaked with grey. The other patrons went quiet as the men entered and then began nodding at them, some even tilting a hat, before going back to their business.
Something began stirring in your stomach and you looked down at your food, maybe the eggs were off? You looked up again, unconscious of being unable to stop watching them, or more specifically, the man with the hat. He definitely felt your gaze right at that moment as he slowly turned his face over his right shoulder to look at you from behind dark, circular shades hiding his eyes from view. Time seemed to stop. He was really looking, and you felt as though you were tumbling backwards down through the biggest chasm carved into the stars.
“Oh boy.” You breathed as the man suddenly turned his head back to reply to something that his towering friend had said, who in turn, then noticed you, glancing over his friend’s head. The feeling in your stomach had grown so intense that it felt as though it had now pummelled its way into your chest too. This felt like danger and sickness all wrapped into one. You had half a mind to leave now, but you knew that not only would that rouse more suspicion, you just also didn’t want to.
“Urias, Karl.” The bartender came over to the two men at the bar, “What can I get you?”
Sometime later a beautiful, red haired girl came to take your plate away. Despite being so hungry when you first came into the establishment, once the men had entered, you’d felt so nauseous that you’d barely been able to manage another bite. You tried to channel your thoughts, calm the storm in your stomach and ease your breathing. You were getting there, managing to ground yourself, but every few minutes your eyes were drawn back to that man, was he Urias or was he Karl? Which name suited him most? Urias sounded strong and noble, well he certainly looked strong. He pulled out a cigar and lit it, suddenly emitting raucous laughter from something that his friend said which shocked you out of your trance; and then he fell silent, starring at the other man so intensely that it scared you.
“You’re fucking kidding me?” He asked. The pub fell silent. You were so focused on the scene, as was everyone else that you neglected to notice the way your tankard had started to slowly drift up into the air along with everyone else’s.
“I’m sorry my friend, I am not. I am going to marry her.”
“God fucking damnit Urias!” He bellowed, slamming a fist down on the bar. Everything fell with a bang, ale sloshing over the tables and with that he stormed out of the pub. Urias rubbed a giant hand over his face, the skin gathering in mounds between each finger. The bartender brought over a new tankard, about three times the size of the regular ones and let it thud down in front of Urias.
“On the house, chief.”
Urias took it in his man-paw and without hesitation turned towards you, walking over.
“Are you going to tell me who you are then, fabled traveller. I can tell you come from very far away.” He sounded like how you imagined a talking bear to sound, deep and rumbly. He had a big, square chin, his jaw jutted out slightly, strong teeth, big lips and kind eyes. He poured a little of the ale from his giant vessel into your own, indicating for you to stay put. No one else in the pub seemed to be paying attention, at least not with their eyes, this man must have some hold or power over them.
“My name is Y/N, and I am looking for my friend.” You told him truthfully, face down, but eyes looking up at him. You were scared, for sure, but you wouldn’t let it show. You were here for a reason, you’d come this far, you weren’t going to leave without Leon, and you meant it. You slid the photo across the table to him and he took it tenderly, bringing it closer to his face, all that way up to take a look. He tilted his head to the side.
“Have you spoken to anyone else?” He asked, eyes flitting between you and the photo.
“One other.” You replied, not mentioning who.
“Y/A my name is Urias, as you might have heard my friend eloquently let the world know earlier. I am the chief of this village. My brother and I-“ He paused and looked down at his hands. “My brother and I came from a mountain clan, our blood line has been chief there for generations, but we wanted to see more of the world and make our mark, learn trades and earn our keep. We came to this village when we were both merely men grown, that was a long time ago now.” He had a faraway look in his eyes, turning now to look out of the window, it was already beginning to grow dark and a drift of snow had begun to descend once more. “We climbed the ranks here, doing what we could to help protect the village and its population…” He paused again in thought. “To help, however we could. It’s just me now, but I still want that, I still want to do what’s right for my people”
He took a deep drink from the tankard, which now that you were looking at it closely, looked more like a small barrel with a makeshift handle.
“Y/N I will help you however I can, but please understand this; this is no normal village, there are things at work here even I can’t quite explain. Tensions are very high, and an outsider coming in looking for a missing friend,” He tilted his head and gave a small chuckle, “Well, that’s not going to go down so well with some of the villagers, and especially not with the higher ups.”
“You mean Mother Miranda?” You asked bluntly. He swung his head to look you dead in the eyes.
“How do you know her name?”
“I did my research before I came; I don’t know much about her Urias, but I have a bad feeling about her.” Your cheeks burned from being so forward.
He laughed again, “You’re not the only one.” He muttered, casting you a careful sideways glance, taking you in some more. He looked like he was pondering or considering something. “There are a seldom few here that you can trust, so be careful. You can find me at my house, some of the folk they call it ‘the chief’s hut’, or else I’ll likely be here, at least for now.” His mind seemed to trail off somewhere else.
Noticing that night had indeed now fallen you bid your farewell and shook the giant’s paw and made your way outside into the chill of night, thankful for the stolen cloak wrapped around your frame.
You started around the side of the pub, back towards the route that would take you directly to Luiza’s house when something wrapped around your throat and shoved you against the wall. The breath was choked out of you upon impact and your hood fell, your hair falling down in-front of your eyes as you blinked them open, trying to see what had happened. Pain started spreading in your body; the cuts on your torso, your knee blazed and the cramps starting up again like knives. The thing around your throat was a hand, larger than your own but not huge, nails digging into your flesh.
You tried to say something, a warning a threat, but whoever it was, was closing your throat.
“Don’t pretend I didn’t see you making eyes at me in there darling,” A man’s voice drooled. “We don’t see tourists all too often around here, but I’m sure an outsider like you will be carrying something of value.”
You didn’t recognise the face in front of you at all. A man in his twenties, maybe, fairly non-descript with short mousey brown hair and some stubble. He absolutely reeked of alcohol. Your right hand shot instinctively towards your knife and he twisted your wrist anti-clockwise immediately disarming you, shoving you back against the wall with the force of his body and then reaching for any other weapons. Of course, he found the pistols, kicking one aside and holding the other to your temple.
“These will bring me a pretty Lei or two, I’m sure the Duke would be happy to pay me handsomely. What other souvenirs have you got under that cloak of yours?”
You scrabbled against his hands, trying to execute the self-defence you’d been taught for situations such as these. You tried to get to his weak points; wrist, elbow, knee, balls, but he had you at his mercy. The number of tight spots and situations you’d come up against in your time and you couldn’t do a damn thing if someone had you pinned when their strength was greater than your own. Your hands gripped against his arm, legs kicking.
“Hand it over and I won’t hurt you. Much.” He pressed the cold of your pistol harshly into the skin under your chin.
“No!” You rasped, suddenly being thrown down for a second but caught by something before you hit the ground. Strong, hot arms held you up from falling.
You dared to open your eyes, looking over the arm at the man’s fate. He was sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
“Get the fuck out of here.” A voice rumbled from above you. You looked up. It was Karl. You winced again and the younger man tore off into the darkness without looking back. Your body trembled from pain, cold and something else.
You looked up again. Although you still couldn’t see his eyes you could see some sort of unearthly glow behind the glasses. His skin looked fairly tanned, smooth but worn, tired maybe, and small scars scattered here and there. You were still in his arms, entranced, and so warm.
“Thank you.” You breathed. He swallowed hard and blinked, turning his face away from you, he let his arms drop now that you were on your feet, but you were still close against his body, which now felt so tense. Was he shaking?
“Go.” He exhaled. You faltered, putting a hand to his arm, he flinched, his breathing deepened. “Please.” He shut his eyes. What was this man fighting?
You gulped, stepping back, not understanding, pulling your cloak around you, and stooping to retrieve your weapons.
“Karl, Y/N what’s going on?” Urias lurched out of the pub doors, “What was that commotion?”
A couple of moments passed where you were staring at Urias, holding your cloak to you and expecting Karl to answer, but nothing happened. You turned around to look at Karl, but he wasn’t there.
Urias offered to escort you himself to Luiza’s from there. You told him what happened and although he was furious at what had happened, swearing he’d try to find the culprit and have them punished; he did not seem surprised by Karl’s sudden disappearance. To say you were shaken up was an understatement, but you at least felt safer being with this humungous man of the mountains as you made your way through the snowy night.
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I've been rewatching all the Loki content to get ready for the new show and I have thought of A Phineas and Ferb AU™ for your viewing pleasure (and if anyone wants to turn any part of this into an actual fanfic I would owe you my life)
this post was brought to you in partnership with @dumbausfromdanville
You know how the first Thor movie ends with Loki yeeting himself off the Bifrost and falling to earth? What if, instead of going after the Tesseract, he falls straight to the Tri-State area?
Jane, Darcy, and Selvig all seemed to be on vacation, right? So Thor presumably took place during the summer — say, perhaps, ending on June 3? So he falls right onto Phineas and Ferb's rollercoaster just before it goes down that ♫ three-mile drop straight down ♪. He has no idea wtf is happening so it's not like he gets the chance to sit down and put on a seatbelt, so he's stuck holding on for dear life for the entire rollercoaster ride which Phineas and Ferb find weird but they're not really concerned bc they're chill lil dudes and tbh this isn't too far off a normal day for them.
Phineas and Loki strike up a none-too-pleasant conversation (not that Phineas notices Loki's bad mood; he's too Him to realize not everyone is rainbows and sunshine all day, every day), and our favorite lil disoriented demigod has to figure out where the fuck he is now ("You there. What realm is this?" "Danville 🙂" "Wut da fuk?") and what the fuck he's supposed to do now that he's here.
Phineas ends up inviting him to hang out for the afternoon, and Loki is about to turn him down but then he smells the pie. He's never had doonkleberry pie before so obviously he has to try it. Then, when Loki's no longer hangry, they can hold an actual conversation. It's lowkey more Loki wallowing in his own self-pity than anything else, but Ferb recognizes Asgard when Loki mentions it so he and Phineas piece together that he's a god pretty quickly.
More importantly, though, they figure out that he's completely alone, and because Loki never mentions trying to, you know, murder his brother and lowkey overthrow the monarchy, they just kinda assume Loki's family sucks (Ferb is completely prepared to start the anti-Thor club but Phineas stops him because he doesn't want his brother to get struck by lightning) and adopt him (without his consent, but it's not like he has anywhere else to be -- and he did like that pie).
Loki has no desire to build anything with the boys He thinks the idea of a backyard beach they make the next morning is stupid — even more stupid than a regular beach, and that's saying something. But over time, he gets more involved -- not just with the boys, but with the entire family. He helps the boys build their inventions. He talks about human history with Lawrence and corrects much of his knowledge on mythology. He lets Linda teach him how to bake seriously, her pies are so good. He even suffers through Candace's mall trips as long as he gets to go to that fro-yo place on the second floor (though he draws the line at any conversation involving romance).
He's still a little skeptical of the platypus (and he feels like the platypus is a little skeptical of him, too) but Phineas insists that he's "just a platypus" and he "doesn't do much." Loki doesn't realize that Perry's keeping an eye on him for OWCA, nor does he know that Monogram has absolutely no idea what to make of the dude so he hasn't actually told any of his superiors about him. As far as the government is concerned, after the fiasco in New Mexico, Loki just disappeared.
This makes it fucking hilarious when the boys accidentally steal the superheroes' powers in Mission: Marvel and the superheroes show up at the Flynn-Fletchers' front door only to see fucking Loki. Loki just shuts the door in their faces without a word because what the fuck?, but eventually Phineas and Ferb go check the door and they agree to help the heroes (much to Loki's chagrin), which, of course, isn't complete with Candace fangirling over them (also much to Loki's chagrin; she never fangirled over him). At first the Avengers are fully convinced that Loki is responsible for stealing their powers, and Loki never actually denies it because he's a little shit but Phineas, Ferb, and their friends are very insistent that Loki didn't do anything (except a little bit of manual labor putting together the satellites because they're 10 and he's a whole-ass demigod).
At some point, Thor and Loki have a very heated discussion about the events of Thor, and it's pretty much all news to the Flynn-Fletchers and their friends. They're not really sure what to make of it so they basically glue their mouths shut and watch it all play out. I'd like to think it goes something like it does in The Avengers and that a) Thor is pissed because what the fuck have you been up to Loki you fucking dumbass, b) Thor has been in mourning since Loki yeeted himself into the abyss and he wants to make sure the guy knows it, and c) Loki does not take it seriously at all he's being antagonistic the entire time because he is so sick of Mr. High-And-Mighty's shit. In the end, Loki storms out of the SHEDquarters and Phineas doesn't even think to try to stop him until he's halfway out the door and it's too late.
He shows up again when Phineas, Ferb, and the Avengers try to fight the bad guys in the mall with the wrong powers and he basically singlehandedly saves their asses until superhero Perry shows up. As everyone's favorite shapeshifter, he has absolutely no problem figuring out that this beaver duck dude is the Flynn-Fletchers' platypus. He has no idea what to do with that information, but it sure is information that he now has apparently. (At this point, poor Loki has a very warped sense of what earth is supposed to be like lmao).
Phineas tries to get Loki to come back with them after superhero Perry grabs them and carries them home. Instead, Loki cuts himself loose and falls like 30 feet straight down (and tbh after falling from the Bifrost, that's nothing to him) and peaces the fuck out.
Loki ends up accidentally bonding with Candace and Isabella over feeling useless and unwanted (and he absolutely gets his own verse in Only Trying to Help because it's what he deserves), but unlike the two girls who are hell-bent on changing that, Loki is content wallowing in his own self-pity. He's tried this whole "being important" thing before and he ended up in self-exile for it. He's not putting himself through it again because he really doesn't expect it to end well. But then the powerless heroes decide to face the villains again, and with Candace and Isabella in space and Perry nowhere to be seen, he realizes it is once again up to him to keep the tri-state area safe (which he knows is a stupid priority but he's gotten kind of attached to these stupid little humans and he wants to keep them safe).
Then the heroes get their powers back and they join Loki (and Perry and the mysterious waffle gun in the sky) and beat the shit out of the villains. Thor and Loki work together in the heat of the battle which serves as a Great Bonding Moment™, and once the villains are gone, they have a nice lil heart-to-heart where they both apologize for their past. Thor remarks that Loki seems to have grown a lot over the last couple of months and tries to bring Loki home with him, but Loki refuses. He'll never be welcome back into Asgard, no matter what Thor may say.
But he is welcome with the Flynn-Fletchers, who are completely over the fact that he tried to ruin Thor's life and take his not-so-rightful place on the throne (except Candace who's very skeptical about having him back but it's not like Linda will believe her if she tries to tell her what Thor and Loki talked about so her opinion is unfortunately as irrelevant as it usually is on the show).
And early the next morning, before anyone else is awake, Perry gets an alert that he's needed in his headquarters (presumably to talk to or about Fury). He quietly sneaks off, only to find Loki waiting at the bottom of the stairs for him. They have a very nice "conversation" (not that Perry speaks) about the superhero Ducky Momo they saw the day before, and Loki assures him that his secret is safe, thus starting a much-needed bromance between Loki and Perry because it's what my babies, goddammit!
Anyways yeah if anyone wants to write a fanfic about Loki hanging out with Phineas and Ferb during his self-exile I would give you a socially distant high-five because I want to read it but I have too many other fanfics on my plate to start this one for at least a few months. It doesn't have to follow this prompt literally at all (I swear I wasn't trying to get this in-depth with it but this is what I do apparently) or it can follow this prompt exactly idc i just want a PnF/Loki fanfic 🥺
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