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No One Walks Out Ch 5: Salty Lips

Warnings: Tarot misinformation, penetrative vaginal sex, manipulation, fluff, smut, then angsty tears. 18+ Minors DNI.

Apparently I don't know how to schedule things so I am posting earlier than expected. Please file your complaints accordingly.

Word Count: 9.4 K

Summary: Becky has settled into the rhythm of life at Graceland over the first few days there, though she still has not had a full tour. Luckily, her hosts finally get it together to show her around. She goes to visit her sister, but encounters an unexpected guest. At least for her.

I need to first thank my alpha, @whositmcwhatsit for reading the first draft and giving me feedback as she corrected my grammar. Which is generally bad. Thanks Jade, I some how fooled you into hanging out with me and I would feel guilty for asking you to read my stuff, because it takes you away from your own writing which is necessary and needed for the good of the fandom. But you always make my work better so I cannot feel guilty at all. No, I selfishly will take every glance and glint and comment you give me.

Also thanks to my fellow Elvis sister wives for all their morale support and brilliance. Just being in your orbit is a gift: @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love

If you need to catch up first:

Chapter 4: Kaleidoscope

or start from the beginning: No One Walks Out On Big Daddy Masterlist

Chapter 5: Salty Lips

11:45 a.m. Thursday, June 19, 1975

Graceland Estate, Memphis, TN

A cardinal twittered loudly, joined by a chickadee, and Becky was so ensconced in the bubble of idyllic life at Graceland that she wondered if this musical rendition wasn’t just for her benefit. Lisa gave an excited hum where she sat next to Becky on top of the picnic table by the pool and slapped down another tarot card.

“Alright, Becky, ‘Page of Swords’, what does this one mean?”

Becky looked closely at the drawing, closing one eye and squinting nearer for effect.

“Well, babt,” Becky mused, trying to stifle a grin and pronounce the girl’s fortune with complete confidence. “They all go together.” She set it next to the other cards they had drawn: Strength, The Chariot and The Moon. Becky was not sure how many cards you were supposed to put down when reading tarot, but four seemed like a good number.

”So?” Lisa slapped her hand on the table.

“Well, so, Page of Swords, as we can see here now, obviously means you are gonna live on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and you’ll have yellow tights, and a pretty pink dress, and a big ol’ sword that you’ll be very good at using,”

“I’m already pretty good with my daddy’s samurai sword, wanna see?”

“Hmmm, maybe later.”

Becky thought of her shooting lesson the other day and decided against more deadly weapons. Getting through the day without letting Lisa kill or be killed would count as a win for bonding with the kid of her new - lover? fling? friend? - whatever Elvis was to her. She decided to go with fling. A short fling. They were two grown adults having a casual, fun, very short fling. Well, one rock star and one adult.

Was she even an adult? She had spent most of the last three days playing with a seven year old until the late afternoon, and then playing with Elvis into the night. She felt like she had wandered into a strange, enchanted land where all the adults acted like children and all the children acted like adults. Water fights, target practice, ice cream for breakfast, and impulsive shopping sprees.

Not having a schedule or others depending on her had been freeing at first, but now, on day four of life at Graceland, Becky had started to feel somewhat unmoored from reality away from the structure of her daily life back home.

She looked down at the table, where Lisa was tapping on the next card, and continued her tarot reading.

“Ok, see here, Strength, that’s an angel with a lion. Of course, now, that is just symbolic. The angel is your conscience telling you the right thing to do, but you won’t have this moral confidence until you own a lion. They can be very difficult pets, I hear, I recommend getting an ice locker for all the gazelle meat you are going to need to feed it.”

“You’re silly, Becky, no one owns lions as pets.”

“No one yet, but hey baby, according to your fortune, you are gonna change all that. There’s nothing you can do. It’s in the cards. That means it has to happen.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, her lips betraying a smile. “Ok, what else?”

“Well, here, The Chariot, clearly one day you will go to Egypt and meet a prince -”

“And marry him?”

“Well, that depends. On whether you like him or wanna feed him to your lion?” Becky growled and gashed her teeth playfully as if she was going to eat Lisa’s shoulder. Just as Lisa shrieked and hit Becky, the back door slammed and they glanced over to see Elvis’ aunt Delta stagger out.

“Alright, Lisa Marie now, s’getting to be round lunch time. I just got Ma settled out in the rockin’ chair, so it’s time for you to come eat.” Delta looked Becky up and down as she spoke.

“Whatcha y’all got goin on?” she said, and Becky noticed Lisa stiffen and gather up the cards.

“We’re just playing Old Maid, Aunt Delta.”

Becky raised her eyebrow at Lisa, who just shook her head with a crafty smile. Becky turned to the older woman. Hmmm, I guess these older ladies don’t approve of mystical practices. Or maybe they only let one resident here get away doing whatever he wanted.

She thought of Elvis’ grandmother, who had turned to her after he had left the dinner table the night before, taken her arm and whispered low:

“I hope ya don’t break his heart, like all the rest. That young boy ova there has been through so much. Don’t know why he canna find a good woman. Guess they just don’t make us like they used ta.” Minnie Mae had then released Becky’s hand and spit part of her chew into the tea cup next to her dinner plate.

Becky only had a moment to feel uneasy before Elvis swooped back in and pulled her into the den and onto his lap, where he cajoled Lisa to perform “Crocodile Rock” for the group on top of the coffee table.

No, I reckon these good ole girls who sit around bemoaning the lack of any good women left would probably not go in for tarot cards, Becky thought, as she looked at Elvis’ aunt.

“How are you doing today, Ms. Presley?”

“Hmmm, it’s Biggs. And it’s Mrs. And never you mind, you can save it, I don’t care for you kissing up ta me. I know your kind.”

Becky tightened her smile at Delta’s grimace, wondering if that was the faint odor of vodka wafting off the older woman. Just then, Delta weaved towards her and gripped a nearby chair to steady herself. Her eyes narrowed at Becky in judgment.

“You are like all the others, waiting around for your payday. Out for all you can get. Bout as useful as gum on a boot heel. Humph.”

“Oh brother, here we go!” Lisa jumped up and walked past Delta. “C’mon, Becky Butt, let’s go get some chocolate cake.”

Becky smiled even wider at Delta as she followed Lisa, and watched the older woman scan the pool area, before tottering back to the house behind them.

“Chocolate cake? That doesn’t sound like a good lunch.”

“Oh, it’s the best lunch, don’t worry, I told Nancy before she left this morning, so it’s all ready.”

“They - they let you have that for lunch”

“Let me?” Lisa grinned a devious grin and her eyes sparkled. “I’m the boss round here when Daddy’s asleep. If they ever give me any guff, I just lay down tha law an let ‘em know how it is, jack.”

“Oh? And how is it?”

“Get with the program or git!” Lisa held the door to the kitchen open for Becky, and grabbed the milk out of the fridge.

Sure enough, there in the middle of the counter was a tall, chocolate cake adorned with a circle of pink frosting rosettes. Lisa poured two tall glasses of milk and carefully set out china plates with all the hospitality of a true, Southern hostess.

“Don’t worry, Becky, it’s vegetarian!” Lisa announced, grabbing the biggest knife Becky had ever seen, almost the length of the short, seven year old’s arm, as she proceeded to carve two large, unwieldy pieces from the beautiful dessert.

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Becky was certain that her chocolate cake was about to make an encore appearance as the golf cart whipped around the bend. Grabbing the top of the seat, she looked over at Lisa as the little girl pushed her foot harder on the pedal and yelped with glee while she steered them down the grass behind the carport.

“I didn’t realize golf carts could go this fast.” Becky gripped her seat tighter, her knees jostling up and down against the metal bar at the front.

“Oh yeah, these are top o’ the line, Becky. Watch, I can get it to go even fast—” Becky put her hand up in protest.

“Nope, not necessary, this - this is great. Very refreshing in the heat.”

Lisa pushed her feet down a little further and Becky held on for dear life as the air whipped through her dark curls and reminded her very much that she was alive and wanted to keep it that way.

“Ok, so this is the stable,” Lisa pointed to a large white building coming up on their left side. “It’s called House of the Rising Sun, and most people think it's after a song, but actually, it's named after Daddy’s horse, Rising Sun. Though I always say he should be named Setting Sun, on account of the fact that the sun is usually setting before Papa gets up and goes riding.” Lisa slapped her thigh, as if making a rimshot on a drum set, and Becky realized this was her cue to laugh, so she let out a chuckle and rubbed Lisa’s hair.

“Yeah, that is a much better name. Or Sleeping Bear, hmmm?” Lisa giggled.

“Or Grumpy Sleepy Bear.”

“That one sounds perfect, what do you think? We have time to paint a new sign?”

Lisa laughed as she drove them on, showing Becky the trailer where her daddy’s nurse, Tish lived, and the other where Billy, Jo and their kids lived, and they wound their way around the back of the paddock.

“That’s where Daddy likes to race his horses with the guys.”

“For special occasions? Or just for fun?”

“Oh, he does it to show off for the fans.”

Becky snorted down a laugh and and attempted to catch her hair and pulled it back up as it escaped into the wind.

“Um, ha - how do you know he does it for the fans? He tell you that?”

“No, my mama told me; he likes to race the horses round for no good reason, just to show off for the fans cuz he’s a big show off and he’ll never really be a true questrion.”

“Well, I don’t know, I mean your mom may not know —”

“Oh, she does, she knows everything. Daddy’s always saying my mama’s the biggest know-it-all you’ll ever meet. And hippo cat. Why would he call a woman a hippo and a cat?”

“Hmm.” Becky grabbed the side rail as the golf cart swerved back around towards the mansion, trying not to laugh at Lisa’s casual description of her parents. “I bet he meant something else and said it wrong, cuz you’re right, doesn’t make any sense.”

Lisa seemed to agree, nodding her head. And on to the next point of interest, her proud, confident tour guide voice explained that the house butted up to fence over there used to be her granddaddy’s.

They drove past the throng of fans at the front gate near the bottom of the hill they were coming up and Lisa asked Becky if she needed any money or a new camera. Becky wasn’t sure exactly how this related to the crowd, but she had some suspicions as she looked over her shoulder at the people mulling aroun down at the gate. So, instead, she rubbed the sweat off her forehead and complained about the heat.

Parking the golf cart back at the side of the house, Lisa led the way back inside, suggesting they cool down in the pool. Becky didn’t have a bathing suit, but jumped in wearing her tee shirt over underwear, letting her feet push off the rough, concrete bottom of the pool. She felt an almost instant sense of relief and rejuvenation as she sprung up weightlessly through the cool water and floated to the top, rubbing the chlorine out of her eyes. This was, of course, a futile exercise, as more chlorine water was in her face almost immediately, followed by the sounds of Lisa laughing from where she was splashing Becky a few feet away.

“Oh, you are gonna get it!”

Lisa’s screams ricocheted through the patio as Becky swam over, grabbed her and threw her playfully back into the water.

They raced each other like this for a bit, and then played catch in the water. Lisa particularly liked trying to aim directly in front of Becky, and shrieked with delight when Becky let the ball hit the water and then dramatically flustered about in the wake of the splash, uttering out a loud, affected:

“Now heyyyyy! That’s not fair!”

After a while, Mary brought them out some lemonade, and ham and cheese sandwiches, and they dangled their feet in the side of the pool, eating. Becky pulled the ham out of her sandwich, and Lisa opened her mouth, motioning for Becky to drop the cold cut in, chuckling.

“Hmmm, we make a good pair, huh?”

Lisa nodded, speaking with a full mouth:

“Mmmm choww nuhff.” She swallowed, and took a sip of lemonade. “How’d you get to be such a good swimmer? You don’ all kinds of fancy moves out there, I never seen anyone swim sideways like that or stay underwater so long.”

“I was on my high school swim team. Then I used to lead canoe trips down the Cahaba, that’s the big river where I’m from, over in Birmingham.” She ruffled Lisa’s hair. “And I was a camp counselor for a while in Mississippi, we spent most of our summer in the pool. I reckon I was a fish in my past life, that’s what Helga used to say.

“Your nanny?”

“MMhmm. You have a good memory, kid, I can tell. You’re whip smart.”

Lisa giggled and splashed Becky with her foot. Water was violently flying up in the air as they commenced in an epic foot splash fight when a loud, deep ‘Ahem’ made their feet still. Lisa’s lips were pursed, emitting a nervous laugh and Becky met her eyes with frightened giddy trepidation as they turned in unison to see the tall, broad silhouette of Elvis behind them. Becky coughed nervously.

His thumbs hung down from the belt at his white trousers and he tilted his sunglasses down to look over them, adjusting his stance.

“MMMM what's - a -a - ahappenin’ ova round these parts, mhmmm?” Elvis tried unsuccessfully to keep his lip from quirking into a smile as his voice boomed out comically deep.

Lisa giggled, and pointed. “Becky started it!”

Gaping, Becky pushed her into the pool with a whispered, “Thanks a lot, Lisa Marie Benedict Arnold Presley!” Then jumped up to say hi to Elvis.

His face beamed with a grin but then, as she got closer, his lip tightened and his chin tilted out as he took in her swimsuit.

“Becky, what the hell are ya wearin’, girl?”

Becky pulled her shirt down, and Elvis went to grab her hands to stop her, as it just made her nipples more pronounced through the thin, wet fabric.

“Elvis, I don’t have a bathing suit, I didn’t think it was that big of a differe—”

“Honey, I can see your hair through your panties,” he whispered gruffly, wrapping Becky in the thick, white, suede jacket he’d been wearing. As part of his outfit. Outside. In June. In Memphis. Becky rolled her shoulders, trying to shirk it off, looking into his eyes imploringly.

“Elvis, I’m all wet, it will ruin this suede and get it all dirty. It’s so humid, too, I just th—”

“Becky, don’t worry about the jacket.” He pulled her in, unable to resist flicking her over her nipple imself as he scolded her to cover up. “Anyone could see you out here.”

“Baby, no one is out here.”

“But they could be, boy, they could be.. ‘Sides, think now what if a band of drugged-out commie burglars jumped the back fence, and I, I had to send you running to safety at that motel across the street? You don’t wanna be waiting for me and the boys and the police in public like this.” He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.

“Elvis, that’s ridiculous - what is the likelihood tha—”

“Now, c’mon on, you never know, it’s getting rougher every day out there. These are the things ya gotta consider.”

Becky was about to argue with him further, that he was being paranoid, and where did he even come up with this stuff, commie drug dealer burglars? She thought of Elvis doing some of the karate moves he had taught her as a band of crazy-eyed youths scaled the back wall, and almost giggled. However, she was suddenly distracted by the fingers tracing over her hips, underneath the suede jacket, and she shivered as she felt goosebumps rise up on the back of her neck, still chilled from the water. Elvis leaned in to kiss her forehead, and she closed her eyes with a low gasp, feeling his belly press into hers.

“Good thing you got me around to think of every angle.” Elvis clicked his tongue and point to his head. ”Go on upstairs and get cleaned up, wanna give you a tour of Graceland.” He patted Becky on the butt as he turned her to the house.

Shuffling forward in the comfort of her new mobile suede sauna, Becky heard Lisa pull out of the water and ask her dad if they could have a bonfire tonight with hot dogs and baked potatoes and corn and s’mores and coconut cake and ice cream.

“Course, baby, jus let Mary and Charlie know how you want it.”

Becky opened the door at the side of the house, she looked back to see Elvis kneeling and smiling as he wrapped Lisa in a towel.

“You’re the boss, booger, I jus’ work here.”

Becky could feel the brightness radiating from Lisa’s broad smile as she went inside, and she shook her head as she mused to herself how sweet they were together. The way Elvis spoiled his daughter was charming when Becky pushed aside her own parenting philosophy, which she had always considered to be overly permissive until spending this last week at Graceland.

She frowned at the prospect of having to parent with someone like him, and felt a sharp pang of sympathy for Priscilla, a woman whom Becky had always regarded as a bit of a cold Yankee. As if you could ever know what someone is like from reading gossip magazines, silly girl.

Getting dressed, Becky chided herself for not telling Elvis about her earlier tour of the estate. It was just that he had looked so intent as he told her what they were doing, and the sound of his voice gently commanding her made her agree with whatever he said, take whatever he offered, do whatever he wanted to do.

Yeah, a long term relationship with this man is trouble. Becky reflected on how relieved she had been when Lisa didn’t wake up and come get her until 10:30 that morning, instead of 8 a.m., like she had the first day, and felt a bit disgusted with herself. Ugh, Elvis’ lifestyle is warping your judgment. Sleep all day, play all night, and now I have to go pretend that I haven’t already seen the grounds of Graceland.

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The dirt shifted under Becky’s Keds as she walked beside Elvis towards the stables, holding his hand as he squeezed it tightly and turned to look at her, eyes soft and bright as he spoke. Becky summoned a look of awe as if seeing the building for the first time.

“Right, now this is the House of the Rising Sun, on account of my horse, Rising Sun. Though I reckon I shoulda named him Setting Sun, because, ya know, that’s usually when I’m getting up.” Elvis looked at Becky expectantly, and she forced a giggle, leaning into him as they walked into the building.

The sound of horses’ snorting and whinnying greeted them, and Becky followed Elvis as he grabbed a handful of sugar cubes from the front counter and leaned against the white gate of the first stall, waggling his eyebrows at Becky as she cautiously stepped forward. He took her hand, unrolling her fingers and putting a piece of sugar in the middle, then clicking his tongue as the large palomino nuzzled into him, nickering and searching for treats.

“Now, go on, he won’t bite ya - much.” Elvis smirked, watching as Becky rolled her lips in and put out her hand, shrieking at the tickle of the horse’s chin hairs on her hand.

“Is this one yours?”

“MMhmmm, this is Rising Sun,” Elvis told her, turning to ruffle the blonde tuft of hair between the golden horse’s ears.

Becky cautiously stroked the white blaze down the middle of his face, stopping to rub his muzzle as he sniffed her hand for more sugar. She looked into Rising Sun’s large brown eyes, wondering how such a majestic creature could be tamed, and how quickly he would trample over her for more sugar.

“He’s beautiful. And terrifying.” She said, then looked up at Elvis. “Just like you, I suppose.”

Elvis’ fingers caressed over Becky’s dress, stopping at the small of her back to rub into her tenderly.

“Oh now, don’t tell me ya afraid of me, now honey. Or these horsies, are ya Becky Butt?” He moved behind her, his hand trailing slowly over her arm, down from her shoulder, until it was over the back of her palm. He slowly guided her palm up to smooth over the side of Rising Sun’s face and cheek, leaning into whisper into her neck. “See, now, now, see? He’s a good boy, gentle and well trained as can be. Ain’t got nothin ta fear from hims.”

Elvis kisses warmed her skin, and Becky shuddered as his lips crushed into her. Moaning, she dropped her hand and turned into him, biting her lip in anticipation as Elvis rolled back on his feet and then forward, pressing her into the white pole that separated the stalls. Rising Sun grunted at them and blew his nose, and Becky squealed at the feeling of his large, gummy mouth chewing at her hair. Elvis' mouth quirked into a smile, but his hand rubbed her side more intently, and a fierce, starved look animated his eyes.

“Get now, silly horse, that ain’t hay.” He gently pushed Rising Sun away, and pulled Becky into him, gripping her tightly.

A tingle burned in Becky’s belly and she breathed out in hushed desire.

“Huh. How - how does my hair look?”

“Looks a a a, a whole lot better than it's gonna once I’m through wit ya.” Elvis said softly, through a high breathy giggle. Then he looked down, bashfully, his hand rubbing Becky’s waist up and down then pinching her on both sides. Becky giggled, pulling herself into his frame, her hand working up over his chest as she kissed his jaw.

“Why, Elvis Presley, I declare, are you - are you trying to seduce me? In the barn?”

He shook his head, a goofy expression pushed his lips into a pout.

“Depends.”

Becky arched her eyebrow, her fingers toyed with the high blue collar of Elvis’ shirt. “Mmmmmm? Depends on what?”

Elvis withdrew, blushing, his jaw tightening, suddenly changing his mind from whatever he had been thinking about doing, “Neva mind, baby. Here, let me introduce ya to the other horses.”

Becky followed him, brushing her hand over the top of his belt and sweeping along his back.

“Ok darlin’, you’re the boss.” Pushing her hand around him, Becky leaned into Elvis, and he drew her tighter into his side, looking ahead to give a large, black horse a sugar cube.

“This here, now, this boy is special, this is Ebony’s Double, come from a real champion stud, Ebony Masterpiece.”

Becky put her hand up to the horse’s neck, feeling his muscles ripple under his silky black coat as she rolled her hand over him. Breathing in, her eyes locked with Elvis as she caught him looking down at her, and she thought about reaching up on her tiptoes to try and kiss him, but instead kissed his shoulder. It was easier, and she relished the way he squeezed her into him in response. His bottom lip dropped down with his chin, and his voice came out in a raspy croak.

“Hey there, lil’ girl.”

Becky nuzzled in, and shifted the rubber soles of her shoes to pivot and bring her closer into Elvis' chest.

“Hey,” she whispered into his armpit.

Elvis brought her chin up and leaned down, his hand moving to cradle her neck as she curled her fingers into his shirt. Gentle kisses became more fervent as his hands crept lower until they cupped her bottom and Elvis was holding Becky up. Notched above his tummy, Becky’s knees bumped up awkwardly against his elbows, and Elvis chuckled as he carried her towards the back of the barn, almost dropping her with a mild stumble. That would have been the end of the white suede suit. But he quickly recovered, grunting as he jostled Becky up and smiling at the sound of her breathy chuckles as she held onto his shoulders while they staggered to the back of the barn. Becky could hear the sound of horse’s hooves, grunts and neighs, but they were peripheral to the sound of the heartbeat pulsing through her ears.

Becky felt the edge of the workbench where Elvis placed her atop. They were at the back of the stables, next to a saddle presumably left for repair. Beckys legs hitched on either side of Elvis' body, and she dragged her thumb over his cheek, moaning out as his lips found that spot on her neck once more and his hands moved under her skirt, slowly, carefully, tugging on her underwear.

“Hey,” she murmured. Elvis cheeks reddened above a smirk as his dark blue eyes looked down at the ground.

“Hey,” he breathed out in a deep voice.

Becky fell back on the table, resting on her wrists.

“Hey.” she waggled her eyebrows and dangled her legs, then tightened them at his side.

He shook his head, unbuttoning his trousers and moving over her, his lips feathering above her as he whispered: “Heyyyyyyy.”

Becky gasped as she felt him thrust slowly upwards into her, moaning out into his mouth.

“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.”

She wrapped her legs around him, rocking her hips to meet him in the slow, gentle cadence of their love making. His eyes narrowed on hers as his movements became more deliberate, and his thumb found the slick over her clitoris, swirling in time to their needy rolls back and forth over the workbench. Heat coiled in her belly, and Becky leaned back as a guttural cry escaped her mouth.“Heeyyyyyy fucking ohmygod heyyyyyyYYYYYY GODDAMMMIT” as her climax overtook her.

Elvis leaned forward, peppering kisses over her collarbone and burying his head in her bosom where he continued to slow move in and out of her until he came with a vehement grunt and remained there, head in her chest, panting through the final thrusts before stilling completely.

Becky relished the weight of his body pressing down on her, insistent, immediate, she wanted it to crush her forever. His shaggy swath of black hair moved as Elvis’ chin protruded forward, and she met his blue eyes, looking up at her from his smug, boyish expression. She melted in the radiance of his smile. “Hey.” Elvis blushed, again, then grunted as he pulled himself up and grinned at Becky’s playfully shove.

“Hey is for horses, Presley,” she gasped, and he laughed as he zipped up, bending down to restore her panties to their rightful place.

She wondered if she had made the wrong first impression on the horses, as they ambled out of the stable and back toward the house.

“Hmmm, so that was the tour huh?”

“I think that’s all the tour I can manage right now, lil girl.”

“OK, well, Lisa already showed me the smokehouse, and I’m definitely not having sex in there.”

“Hmmm, well, figured you should know by now, telling me something isn’t gonna happen just about guarantees I havta try.” He slapped her bottom and she shoved him away, only to have his arm instantly around her, drawing her into the warmth of his body as he kissed her head.

“Just so you know, Becky, I did not intend to get busy back there.”

Becky nestled into his shoulder as they walked. She could still hear the sounds of twenty horses behind them if she focused, joined by the sound of crickets and cars on the far off roads buzzing into the twilight of early evening. Above it all, she could feel the grain of Elvis' voice as it rumbling into her ear, heating the side of her neck with each word.

“I, I - I just, well, suddenly couldn’t help myself. Don’t feel that way very often, honey, I think - ” He stopped talking abruptly and turned Becky in to face him.

“Honey, now stop walking already, I’m tryin’ to tell ya something.”

As he looked at her, he noticed that her hair really had come half out of the up twist she had styled it in that evening, and he paused to take out her hair pins, freeing her curls and arranging them over her shoulders.

“There, better.” He nodded with satisfaction. “What was I sayin’? Oh yeah. OK. Here it is. I think I’m starting to really fall for ya, baby. I think, well, I think you should move up here. Can’t bear ta think about taking you back to Jackson next week.”

“This week,” Becky muttered, crossing her arms. “Sunday.”

Suddenly the buzzing, post-coital glow disintegrated and she stood still trying to process what he had said.

He took her shoulders in his hands. “Think about it. Didn’t you say you have a sister here in Memphis?”

Becky nodded, her mind still swimming, wondering if there was any way in hell she could, would, should pursue this. Looking up into Elvis’ eyes was like diving into a sea of endless optimism where everything was possible.

“Hey, I got a business meeting I gotta handle tomorrow night, maybe you could go visit your sister? I was thinking you probably would want to while you're up here anyway. And you can think things over. How it would be, if I got you a place up here, come live with your lil girl in Memphis?”

Becky stood there, nodding again, looking back down at the house. Elvis started to walk.

“Don’t just stand there woman, get in here. The most handsome man in the world just asked if you’d be his baby, least you can do is give him some sugar and say thank you.”

Becky leaned back into Elvis' open arm and kissed his chest. “Hmmm, just took me by surprise is all. I, um, I need to think about it, that’s a big deal, Elvis, I , well, I feel strongly about you too.”

She tickled his side as they walked, and he jerked back with a, *Hey, now.*

“You’re right, though, I should try and see my sister. Tomorrow night, I guess.”

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6:15 p.m. Friday, June 20th 1975

Still at Graceland, for now…

It was one of the new dresses Elvis had bought her that week, a purple, jersey halter dress, that Becky pulled over her head, before asking Lisa to help clasp the simple, diamond drop necklace around the back of her neck. Lisa jumped back, and put out her wrists for a spray of perfume as Becky doused herself and twirled around.

“How do I look?” Lisa put her hand to her chin, thinking carefully.

“I think you need more eye make-up.”

“Ha, maybe, but trust me, my sister is the opposite of glamorous. She’s a judge. And I’m crashing a dinner party, so I think modest, simple, less-is-more sort of look is what I want.”

“Well,” Lisa sighed, ”you definitely nailed the less part. You’re hardly wearing any diamonds. Sure you don’t wanna borrow some of mine?”

Becky fidgeted with the ring she was wearing, the gift Elvis had given her that first night at Graceland. It was almost too large and gaudy for her style, let alone her sister Deborah’s taste. But it had come to be a comforting talisman, something she felt and twisted when she felt nervous or out of her element here with Elvis, doing whatever she thought she was doing. *Acting like an immature teenager who just discovered what sex is*, she thought to herself.

Becky also sensed Elvis would be hurt if he saw her without the ring, because he’d mentioned how nice it looked on her several times, usually taking her hand and kissing the ring there before turning her palm and kissing the center of her hand. And pulling her in for a kiss. *Ughhh, these kisses*. Even the way his dry lips bumped over hers at first touch caused a burning electricity to electrify her face and she became instantly incapable of reason.

Becky sighed, she had this impending sense of doom, her inner Cassandra, as Ida would say, always on high alert to call out trouble at the slightest provocation. Just trust him. This is fun. This feels right. Everything is ok. Wear the damn ring to Debbie’s dinner party.

Becky’s dress swished around her legs as she carefully walked down the staircase, trying not to trip in the orange platform heels Elvis had picked out at the boutique during a late night shopping spree on Wednesday. As she descended, she saw him whispering with Charlie, then the two men heard her and turned around, smiling in an eerie unison. Elvis was somewhat dressed up for his business meeting, in a dark red suit with a light blue dress shirt with a high, starched collar framing his face.

“There she is, Charlie. There’s the most beautiful gal in the world. And the smartest. And the funniest.”

Becky teetered on her platforms as she put her foot down another step.

“And the most graceful woman in the world.” He let out a low guffaw with out, and Becky narrowed her eyes at him

“Oh, keep laughing, Elvis Aaron Presley, I’mma get you for that. Buying me mile-high shoes an then laughing at how I walk in theses unnatural torture devices!”

Becky ran down the rest of the stairs and leapt onto his waist, ruffling his hair as Elvis chuckled.

“God, crazy woman, tryin’ ta kill me?” Becky kissed his forehead as he jostled her up and down, then placing her safely on the ground.

“Mhmmm. Just wanted to give you a kiss for good luck with your business dinner.”

Elvis kissed her back on the cheek as he ushered her and Charlie out of the door with a swat to the butt and a “See ya later, sweetheart.”

Charlie’s white Pontiac was waiting in front for them and they walked around, Charlie leading to open her door. Just as Becky was about to duck into the passenger seat, she saw the long, black snout of Elvis’ Stutz Blackhawk rolling up the driveway, Jerry at the steering wheel. Next to him sat the thin, blonde frame of Linda Thompson outlined against the dark, red leather interior. Jerry was a statue, stoic and serious as he pulled up and Linda burst out of the car to stride over.

“Charlie Hodge, you handsome man, where you runnin’ off to this evening? And who’s your friend?”

Charlie let out a shrill, high-pitched laugh, wondering to himself how Jerry had managed to arrive twenty minutes earlier than he had been told. Becky smiled awkwardly as she watched Linda give Charlie an air kiss on each side of his face, and then turned to Becky and her tight, wide forced cheerful smile.

Charlie stammered quickly, “Ugh, Linda, this is my cousin Becky, from Birmingham, come up to visit while her kid is at summer camp. I, ugh, well I -”

“He promised me I’d get to meet Elvis while I was here,” Becky gushed, summoning all of her energy to force her tongue to sound excited. She watched Jerry get out of the car and walk to join them. His lips were pursed, and his shoulders were stiff.

“Oh, well, it just dills my pickle to meet Charlie’s family, I feel like we’re practically family ourselves, seein’ how much time I spend with this good ole boy.”

Becky tried very hard not to tense up as Linda threw her arms around her to squeeze her tight. Linda wore a red, satin evening gown with cutouts along the side that emphasized her the curves of her sveltetorso and the wide hips below. Becky felt as though her tall, awkward fleshy figure and bust overwhelmed Linda’s body completely.

“Gosh, I just love that dress,” Linda exclaimed, adjusting the layers of Becky’s hair off her shoulder. “Though I don’t know if I could pull that color off, mhmmm, don’t know if that would be my choice, but it's so you, isn’t it?”

Becky smiled. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”

“So, Charlie, the old boy been behaving?” Linda winked at Becky, then whispered conspiratorially. “You know, Elvis is a good, Christian man, s’just that the devil is mighty powerful, hmmm, know what I mean?”

“MMMhmmmm.”

Becky nodded. It was like she was back in high school and one of the popular girls had waltzed up to her desk at the school newspaper, indirectly ordering her to do a story about the committee decorating the homecoming game bleachers. Ughhh. Becky steeled herself, falling back on the niceties that she was well versed in.

“I can’t even imagine! Gosh, it’s so exciting to meet you, I’ve seen your pictures in the paper and, of course, Charlie has told us about you. But you are just more precious in person, you really are.”

Linda gave Becky another hug. “Well bless your heart, Becky. Aren’t *you* the sweetest.”

Jerry coughed. “Hm, yeah, we better get going.”

Linda shrugged her shoulders. “Ugh, I know, we got this Police Charity Dinner to go to, I flew in from LA just for this. I guess the Lord saw fit for me to make it. And meet you! I hope I get to see you again while you are visiting, are you staying here? With Charlie?”

“Oh God no.”—“No she aint!”

Charlie and Becky both answered together. Becky smiled big again, hugging Linda one more time. From the big, wide-eyed puppy dog look on her face, Becky felt she seemed to expect it. “No, no, I’m staying with my sis - sorority sister from college, who lives here, we’re actually just heading there now, for dinner. In fact, we better scoot, eh cuz?” Becky looked at Charlie, and sat into the car.

Charlie closed the door, a big smile at Linda as Jerry led her up the steps into the house, and Linda waved goodbye. “I hope y’all have a the best night, see you again real soon!”

A tense feeling pushed up from Becky’s tummy and seized her shoulders in a tight anxious grip. It was one thing to know you were spending the week with a man who was seeing several women at once. It was another thing to come face to face with one and have to lie about who you were and what you were doing. Becky felt dirty, dirty and sick. She didn’t know how she could possibly face her perfect fucking sister, Deborah, and Debbie’s husband Steve, another lawyer, and the various lawyer professional type guests she expected to be at this dinner party. Charlie patted her thigh, seeming to intuit her thoughts, at least in part.

“Ya know, he’s not a bad guy, the boss man. He carries a heavy burden. And Linda’s moved out to LA to try and break into the movie biz. She had him buy her a home here in Memphis. It’s like they both know it’s over but neither one can bear to pull the trigger. And she knew how it was to date someone like him.”

Becky nodded, telling herself not to cry, and leaned against the window, hitting her head on the cool glass a few times as she swore under her breath at how stupid she was to be here. She muttered to herself in yiddish:

“Ugh, whenever you have choices, oy vey, my sheyna maidel, boy oh boy do you somehow always manage to pick the worst. Your picker is broken, that’s what it is. When you go home, you are turning your love life over to Ida and her yenta brigade. There is a reason they used matchmakers in the old country. People are incapable of making good choices in men when left to their own devices. Stupid, foolish, idiot girl!” She hit her head on the window one last time, and then realized they had pulled up in front of Debbie’s house.

Charlie rubbed her shoulder. “I’ll be out here waiting when you’re ready. I - he - I - he’s gonna be dropping Linda off at the other house. It was, it is, all part of the plan. You see, her brother’s in the police force here. It, ugh, it just made sense that she would be his date for this big charity ball fundraiser for the cops.”

Becky nodded, half in a daze, trying to mentally prepare for her sister, for the dinner party, and for Elvis later.

“Hmmm, yeah, no, totally makes sense, absolutely.” She breathed in, then looked over at Charlie’s apologetic face. “Wait, you’re just gonna wait here?”

“Yeah, the boss, he, well, he wanted me to look after you. On account of all the druggies running wild these days.” Becky nodded.

“Right. The drugged out commie burglars, those are clearly the biggest threat to my livelihood right now. Not Elvis Presley and his selfish manipulative ways. Not his powerful girlfriend, or her cop brother. Not my family and their judgment. No, no no, it’s the invisible commie drug criminals supposedly lurking everywhere. Well, thank god you’re here Charlie, I feel so much safer.”

She slammed the car door, knowing it was unfair to take it out on Charlie, but the look on his face when she bent to the window made her heart sink even further before she uttered one word of apology. Because his goofy, winsome smile told her she was not the first woman to yell at him like this. Not only did he seem to expect it, he had mentally braced himself for it. Becky’s face softened apologetically.

“I’m sorry, for that. I’ll try not to be more than an hour.”

“S’ok, we’re family now, cuz.”

Becky knew that Charlie’s smile was meant to be reassuring, but it made her stomach drop even more as she turned and braced herself for a night at the Hoffman - Blumfeld’s (very intentionally hyphenated modern family of the 1970s) Dinner Party.

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To say the night was uncomfortable and embarrassing would have been generous. Everyone else at the dinner party was dressed in jeans, khakis or linen pants and some sort of comfortable blouse or semi-casual shirt, and Becky felt she stood out like a Vegas showgirl at a library full of nerds. Which was probably the best way to describe Debbie, her husband Steve and their social circle. She was grateful it had been Debbie who opened the front door, so she could walk Becky into the side room and they could make their flustered hellos alone.

Debbie wore a pair of sensible khakis and a tasteful floral button up top tucked in. As predicted, Debbie wore no make-up. And all judgment, though she tried to repress and be loose and fun.

Six years older than Becky, Debbie had always been half friend/half-parent to her, and this was a characteristic she inhabited calling out “Rebecca, please come in!” when she greeted Becky at the door.

Thank god for wine, the Hoffman-Blumfeld intentionally hyphenated household had some very good bottles of wine on offer and, after sipping one glass gracefully, and the another quickly in the kitchen, Becky was able to exhale and confront the evening with a blundering fort of confidence. She decided to pretend the meeting with Linda never happened, and stumbled confidently through her description of her relationship. She was dating a man who worked in the music business, after meeting him with Danny at a radio event fundraiser for the tornado in Mississippi. Was it serious? Well, sort of, he had invited her to Memphis for the week to meet his daughter, and he was trying to persuade her to move there. But her very successful life managing Saul and Ida’s store, and all her f.’

riends, made her reluctant to leave Jackson.

“I’m just taking a day at a time.” Becky winked and sipped her wine, before taking another mouthful of salmon.

After dessert, Debbie cornered her in the kitchen and asked if they could talk somewhere. Putting up her finger while she poured another glass of wine, Becky nodded and followed Deb to a bedroom, where she sat on a tasteful quilt blanket and had a tasteful restrained conversation about the impossibility of letting her father see Ruth secretly the next time she was in Birmingham.

“She is his only grandchild, Becks.”

“Well, they should have thought about that possibility when they kicked me out. Three months pregnant. Pronounced me a shonda, and disowned me.”

“Do you really want to have Ruth grow up without her grandparents?”

“I didn’t make that decision, Debbie, they did. Maybe, maybe, maybe if Papa was willing to admit how wrong they were, and stand up to Mama, and if he had any backbone at all and publicly welcomed me home for everyone to see, for Ruth to experience a true family, maybe.”

Debbie responded with a knowing look. “Well, I told Papa I was gonna see you when he called earlier, and I promised to ask, but I don’t blame you. I wish Ruth was here now, it’s been too long. And this guy, hmmm? Sounds promising. He wants you to move here?” Becky gulped her wine down first, rubbing her sister's arm.

“Yup, yes, mhmmm. Oh yeah, finally, right? Everything’s coming up Becky. I can’t wait for you to meet him, because I’ll definitely be back up here with Ruth after she finishes camp. Ah, yes, mmhmmm.” She downed the last sip of wine, smiling so enthusiastically she almost laughed at how absurd the charade was. “I feel like, ugh, finally, right? I’m finally getting that happiness I searched for, for so long. ”

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“You are never going to find happiness.” Becky said to the fork of coconut cake as she brought it to her mouth, letting the sweet, sticky crunchy sugar do its work comforting her momentarily as she chewed it and swallowed it down with some chocolate milk. The door to the kitchen opened, and she jerked her head up to see little Lisa Marie poke her head around.

“What are you doing?”

“Umm, late night cake?” Becky answered.

“Have you been crying?” Lisa asked as she stepped closer, getting herself a plate and a piece of cake.

“No, honey, no, it’s just been a long day.”

“Is it cuz of my daddy?”

Becky shook her head, too vigorously perhaps. “Npoooo no nononoo. No. It’s just been a long day.”

“You’re a bad liar, Becky Butt,” Lisa said, taking a big bite of cake, and then rubbing Becky’s shoulder. It broke her heart to see Lisa’s genuine look of pity staring up at her as she tried to comfort Becky. “Why is he like this? Mommy says he ruins every relationship and he’ll never truly be happy.”

Becky laughed at Lisa’s matter-of-fact statement. “Oh, my dear, I think your mama is very wise, but who knows what the future will bring. I do know your daddy loves you, that’s a relationship that makes him happy. Trust me, my parents never openly showed me love the way I see him show you. He’s a good man. There are just some things I might do differently if I were him.”

Lisa looked up at her. “Like what?”

“Well, for starters, I’d carry around less guns, I guess, that's dangerous. And maybe wear less jewelry, probably out there blinding people with all those dazzling gems and diamonds all over his person.”

Lisa laughed out loud as she finished her cake, and let Becky walk her up the stairs where she tucked Lisa back into bed and then returned to the kitchen.

Becky was down on her knees, looking through the drawers under the phone when she heard the door behind her slam shut. Glancing up, she saw Elvis’ broad figure swagger slowly toward her in the dimness of the kitchen lit only by one of the lights under a cabinet. He sighed and stopped, hands bracing the front of his hips, spread out fully extending his fingers as they tapped a little ditty over the sides of his belly.

With his jacket pushed back at the hips, he looked even wider and more intimidating than usual. His lips were pursed in a frown at the sight of Becky in the jeans, converse and Destin tee shirt she had been wearing when she left Jackson the previous Sunday.

“Huh, hey.”

Becky turned back to look up at him. “Oh, hey!”

He adjusted his stance, pivoting his feet and twitching his left knee, his thumbs tapping over his belt.

“Watcha doin’?”

“You don’t know where the yellow pages are, do you? I’ve been looking for a phone book for the last fifteen minutes.”

Elvis sucked in a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. “Why, uh, why ya looking for the phone book?”

“Well, maybe you can help me.”

Becky returned her attention to the kitchen drawers in front of her, trying not to flinch as she heard the thud of Elvis boots walk closer and stop directly behind her. She chose not to twist back around and look at him, afraid she might cry or be dramatic, so she decided to speak directly into the drawers as she continued to look through them.

“You see, I’m trying to find a number for a local cab company, so I can get to the Greyhound station.”

“Mhmmm. I noticed your bag in the foyer.”

“Oh yeah, that,” Becky sighed, shutting one drawer and then opening another. “Well, you see, it just dills my pickle to be all prepared and ready to go when I call up a car to come get me. Although I had rather hoped I would have been gone before you got back, I didn’t want to bother you. But, since you’re here, maybe you can make yourself useful and help find the phone book?”

Elvis bent and leaned over the island that jutted out of the counter at the front of the kitchen.

“Honey, I have absolutely no intention a helpin’ you find a phone book.”

Becky stopped and fell back against the cupboard next to the set of drawers, her legs stretching out over the dark, burgundy carpet that covered the kitchen.She banged her hand back and closed her eyes.

“Why? Why can’t you just give me the phonebook?”

Elvis walked over and stood above Becky, his hand reaching down. “Cuz I don’t want you ta leave, honey. Not like this. C’mon, let’s talk. If you still wanna go home, why, I’ll drive you back to Jackson myself, like I promised.”

Becky glared up at his hand. “No.”

“What, you just gonna stay there on the ground?”

“Mhmmm.” She crossed her legs and her arms and tilted back into the cabinet. “Yup, yessiree. This is my home now, til I get a cab, I reckon.”

Elvis meandered over slowly and groaned as he lowered himself next to her on the floor. He moved his hand out to touch hers, only to be rebuked by their swift retreat back under her breasts in a huff of crossed arms and limbs. He rolled his neck to meet her gaze against the wooden cabinet.

“Honey, you are actin’ like a child. This is all one big misunderstanding. Now, c’mon.”

Elvis put his hand over her thigh, but Becky swatted it away, so he grabbed the foot she had criss crossed over her knee, and rolled into her shoulder as he scooted closer, squeezing her foot.

“Becky, look, you know I have other friends —”

“Girl friends, yes, I know about them, but apparently they don’t know about me. Do you have any idea how horrible that felt? Lying, looking at your beautiful beauty queen girlfriend, pretending to be Charlie’s cousin?” She pressed her face against the cupboard and let the tears come pouring out. “Ugh, I am so stupid, I know this isn’t me. I am not cut out to be the other woman.”

“Sssshhh.” Elvis put his arm around Becky’s shoulder, massaging her as he drew her body into his, bringing her head to nuzzle in his chest, where she gave up and grasped his shirt, letting the sobs come out as she cried into him. “Sshhhh. S’ok, s’ok.”

“No, s’not ok, ugh, I’m a horrible person, a traitor to my sex.” Her fist bumped tepidly into Elvis’ chest. She looked up at his chuckles. “What, why are you laughing at me?”

“Baby, you are too pretty to cry. Now, come on. Linda is not my wife, she knows it, I know it, things haven’t been going well and our relationship has been sorta peeterin’ out. But I have to do things my own way, ok? Her brother is on the police force, it made sense, right now, for me to take her as my date. But I swear, nothing happened. I’m here with you. At my house. Would I have a mistress at my house, where I lived, if I was keeping her a secret?”

Becky wiped her eyes. “You think she knows about me? She knew when she met me?”

Elvis sucked in his breath. “Honey, I don’t know, and frankly, right now I don’t care who knows. I-I, I didn’t wanna get into it tonight. But Linda knows well enough how it is with me. Look, I want to be with you, here, now. So let’s be together, and let’s go to bed.”

He said this with finality, and stood up, groaning slightly and steadying himself against the sink, and Becky followed, exhaling loudly as she pulled herself up on his outstretched hand and walked with him out of the kitchen, still sniffling and wiping her eyes into his silk dress shirt.

“Ok, but only because the floor was starting to feel uncomfortable. And I couldn’t find the phone book.”

Elvis smiled and Becky watched his cheeks twitch above the pout of his mouth, and she couldn’t help it, she led herself into his embrace.

“There now, lil girl, why you go get yourself all worked up like that?”

Becky looked down, blushing trying to just calm herself and feel good about making peace, or whatever it was she was doing. Giving in. No, you are having fun, she told herself. It’s silly to be upset over Linda, and was the use of fighting? This is a short, fun, little fling. Somehow his logic made sense at the same time that it made no sense at all. Becky’s head ached trying to sort it out, she decided that she was tired and exhausted and still a little tipsy, and needed to stop fighting and let herself fall forward into Elvis’ pliant, warm belly. He took a silk handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit and wiped her eyes, then softly pressed his lips to Becky’s mouth.

“Mmmm, baby, those are some salty lips.”

Elvis lifted his hand, thumbing over her lower lip slowly, it made Becky gasp and she watched him respond with a smirk. He leaned in slowly, and Becky shivered when he breathed on her, watching with anticipation as he licked his own lip and hesitated with a wider smirk before pressing his mouth into hers. More forcefully this time, his hands soothing up her sides.

“S’alright now, s’alright, no more cryin, ok, lil girl? Too pretty ta cry like this. Goin’ on and making my favorite lips all salty. "

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Drama CD #1-1: The Genie of Wishes in the Underground Ruins (ENG)

[DISCLAIMER: This translation was made by me! Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit the translator correctly!]

INTRO

Arle: Drama CD Puyo Puyo!

STORY

Narrator: A dark underground ruin crawling with dangerous monsters… This is the setting of a certain legend the people tell. It is said that within this ruin a being known as the “Genie of Wishes” has been sealed, and that he shall grant but a single wish of whoever comes to break this seal…

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Arle: Hah! There! One, two… Ice Storm!

SFX: *Monster dying shriek*

Arle: I did it!

SFX: *bouncing*

Carbuncle: Gugu! Gugugu!

Arle: Oh! Carby’s using that Puyo as a trampoline! That sure looks fun!

Arle: But this isn’t the time! C’mon, we gotta hurry on along!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

SFX: *their footsteps as they run further into the labyrinth*

Arle: It sure has been a while since we’ve gone on this sort of adventure, hasn’t it? Let’s make sure that the first people to break the seal on the wishin genie sealed at the center of this dungeon will be us! Okay, Carby?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu!

Arle: Yeah, you’ve right! That’s why we’ve gotta speed up! I mean, what if somebody’s already gotten in here before us?

Witch: Howdy!

Arle: WARRRGH!! …Witch? Don’t scare me like that, geez!

Witch: Oh, c’mon, gimme a smile! Say ‘Howdy!’

Arle: H-Howdy…? Wait, if you’re here, then that means… You’re after the wishing genie too, aren’t you?

Witch: Yep, guess I am.

Arle: Then you leave me no choice! Let’s battle!

Witch: Now, hold on a minute! Personally, I’ve got no intentions of scuffling with you, Arle!

Arle: Huh?

Witch: I mean, this dungeon is dangerous, like, VERY dangerous. And I’m just a frail little witchling, oh, however will I make it through here on my own? So I was thinking, Arle, how about you and I team up for this adventure?

Arle: Heh? Um, well…

Witch: Oh, please, please, pretty please? Do it for your old friend Witch~?

Carbuncle: Gugu…?

Arle: I mean, if you really wanna party up that bad… I guess…

Witch: …As if~…Ohohoho…

Witch: Gotcha guard down! Meteo!!

SFX: *attacking sound*

Arle: Heheh! Not a chance!!

SFX: *spellcasting and attacking sounds*

Witch: WHOA!!

Arle: I knew it! You were never the type to play nice. I figured you had some kind of ulterior plan, so I made sure to prepare a counter attack when you weren’t paying attention!

Witch: Urgh…This blows…

Arle: You stay here and take a little nap now.

Witch: Hmpf! This isn’t fair, you know!

Arle: Right back at you! Seriously… Anyway, Carby, let’s move on!

SFX: *footsteps*

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Witch: W-WAIIIIT!

SFX: *they keep running*

Arle: *sigh* So Witch made it here too… And if she did, then I bet-

Carbuncle: *gasp* GUGU!!

Arle: Huh? Carby?

Schezo: Hmpf… Arle. It would see you too have laid your sights upon the legendary Genie of-

Arle: YES, BINGO!! I KNEW it was gonna be Schezo next~!

Schezo: What the- S-STOP POINTING AT ME! My face is NOT your bingo sheet!

Arle: Geez, it’s just a figure of speech, calm down! By the way, what’s it you’re after today? My magic power or that of the wishing genie?

Schezo: Hmpf. I shall answer you. What I desire… is BOTH!

SFX: *sword slash*

Arle: Ack! Rushing forward and attacking is not cool!

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Schezo: It is your own fault for neglecting your guard! Finally, today will be the day that I shall make you my own! Oh, roar, my Dark Sword!

Arle: Urgh! I can’t fall behind…

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Arle: Judgement!

Schezo: That won’t suffice! I am more than ready to neutralize and counter that attack! Sting Shade!!

SFX: *blast*

Arle: Argh! Schezo is always so strong…!

Schezo: Hmpf. Are you ready to beg for your life now? …W-Wait! What is that there dangling from your hip? It is… so round!

Arle: That? Oh, that’s a good luck charm Amitie gave me a while back. It’s a little plush figure that looks like an acorn frog. I think it’s really super-

Schezo: Uhh… it’s so cuuuuute…!

Arle: Yeah, right? It’s super cute and…! Wait, huh?

Schezo: Such a lovely sight…! While the real thing is already unsurpassable in its adorableness, seeing a plush figure modeled in its image is just too…!

Arle: Um, Schezo? Anybody still home in there…?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu…

Schezo: Right now, there is nothing… NOTHING I desire more than to have YOU!!

Arle: Ah… um… You mean… the plush, right? Okay, anyway…

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Arle: Seriously, how can he leave himself wide open like that… Urgh… I can’t even feel any good about this, but… let’s just get this over with.

Arle: MIND BLAST!

SFX: *blast, cartoon birds tweeting*

Schezo: WAAAARGH!

Arle: Critical hit straight to the brain, huh? Anyway, you spend some time recovering from the mind-melt here now!

Schezo: *lisping* Uhh… uhh… Where’sh this? What wash I… doing…?

Arle: Okay, Carby. Let’s hurry on along!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

SFX: *footsteps as they leave*

Arle: We’re pretty far in now, huh?

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Arle: I’m pretty sure we’re just about due for her now…

Rulue: OH-HOHOHOHO!

Arle: *sigh* Yeah… There’s the laugh. I figured. I knew she’d show up. But, still..

Rulue: I had a feeling you would be here, Arle!

Arle: Hey there… Rulue…

Rulue: You must also be searching for the Genie of Wishes. But in the end I will be one to undo the seal! And then I shall have a GORGEOUS wedding with my darling prince, Satan!

Arle: Yeah. That stupid, bland wish sure sounds like you.

Rulue: *shrieking* What are you calling “stupid” and “bland”!? Arle! Not only must you always stand in the way of my romance with my Satan, but now you’re also being so incredibly rude to me!!

Arle: What did I even do!? It’s Satan who’s obsessed with chasing me, not the other way around!

Rulue: *shriek* You will pay for this…! I will shut you up for good with my marvelous martial arts techniques!

Arle: *sigh* Yeah, of course this is where this conversation went.

Rulue: I will NOT hold back for a second!

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Rulue: Queen’s Dance!

Arle: AAAAAAHH!!

SFX: *blast, more chaining sounds*

Arle: AHH, she sure still knows how to pack a punch! Urgh, and I’m still powered out from casting earlier. I really was hoping to avoid more battles… Looks like I’ve got only one choice!

Rulue: Come now, Arle. What’s wrong? Show me your best shot!

Arle: Hey, Rulue! Look behind you! It’s Satan!

Rulue: Such an obvious lie! That trick won’t work on me.

Arle: But Rulue, he’s waving at you~

Rulue: Ungh… As if I’d fall for this…!

Arle: Oh! And now he’s winking at you!

Rulue: …Uhhh….uhh…!

Arle: Ah! He just blew you a kiss!

Rulue: …She’s lying… I know she’s lying, but… Oh, why must you betray me, my foolish heart…!? OH, MY DARLING, SATAN~!!

Arle: Hngh! Fireball!

SFX: *chain sound, blast*

Rulue: AAAAAHHH!

Arle: Sorry for this, Rulue. But I really don’t think you should have THAT wish granted~!

Rulue: How dare you… AAAARLE!!

SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*

Rulue: COME BACK HERE, RIGHT NOW!

SFX: *still running*

Arle: *pant, pant…* …Ahh!! There it is! The final door!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

Arle: The wishing genie is sealed behind that door! And we’re first in line to unseal him!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

SFX: *gate opening*

SFX: *slow footsteps*

Satan: Truely, Arly, Carbunny! You two ARE first in line! Let me congratulate you! …Or, well, you would be first. If one were to not count me! The great monarch of the night, Satan!

Arle: Satan? You’re here too!?

Satan: I had a feeling you would not miss your chance to visit this place, so I waited here. Hah. And you have done well defeating the many opponents in your path and making it here first! I expected no less of you, Arle! You are truly worthy of being my wedded empress!

Arle: I keep telling you! I’ll NEVER be your “empress”! *sigh* How many times have I said that line now? I’ve kinda lost count.

Carbuncle: Gugu-gu…

Satan: Now, now, there’s no need to be flustered! WAHAHAHAHA!!

Arle: This is really bad… Satan may be a moron, but he’s also really super powerful…!

Satan: Now, Arly, Carbunny, time to stop playing coy! Else I’ll have to be a liiiittle forceful in escorting you out of her~!

Arle: *sigh* Overthinking this isn’t going to help… Let’s get this going, Satan!

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Arle: Hah! There! Fireball!!

Satan: Oh my, oh my… I suppose I shall accept this symbol of your burning passion!

Arle: Urgh… Ice Storm!

Satan: Ahhh~ Such a nice, little breeze~

Satan: It is about time I returned fire… Disaster!

Arle: *screaming* AAAAAH!!

Carbuncle: *screaming: GUUUU!!

Arle: Ou, ou, ou, ou, ouch…! Carby! Are you okay?

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Satan: Awww! Don’t make such a sad face my precious little Carbunny! I promise I’ll give you lots of pets after we’re done here~!

Arle: Hm… Satan!

Satan: Hm? What is it, Arle?

Arle: Um…Could you stand over there for a moment?

Satan: For what? Do you want to admire me striking battle poses for a little longer~? Hm~?

Arle: A little further right!

Satan: You mean here? How is this? Does this angle make me look especially handsome?

Arle: Yes, yes, that’s very good~! …Now, Carby!!

Carbuncle: Gu! GUGUGU!!

SFX: *Rubelcrack Beam*

Satan: W-WAAAAARGH!!! M…My eyes! MY EYES!!

Arle: Perfect teamwork, Carby! Okay, Satan, we’re gonna go now! BYE~!

Satan: U-Urgh… N-No, wait… This can’t be… ARLE, WAIIIT!!

SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*

SFX: *still running*

Arle: *panting*

SFX: *stops running*

Arle: *deep breath* Carby! We did it! We’re here!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

Arle: Now, let’s see… Where’s that Wishing Genies sealed? The only thing I can see in this room is some musty, old kind of pot…

Genie(muffled): Over here…!

Arle: Whoaaa!! The pot just talked to me!

Genie(muffled): Over here…! I am sealed within this awful thing!

Arle: Oh, so that’s how it is… Hey, so, I heard that you’ll grant one wish to the person who helps you outta there. Is that true?

Genie(muffled): Yes. No matter how greedy or preposterous your wish, it will come true just as you imagine it! Now, come on, hurry, open the lid of this jar!

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Arle: …Right, you feel it too, don’t you, Carby? I have this really bad feeling about this.

SFX: *someone comes running*

Witch: *panting* …Hold it right there!

Arle: Argh! Witch!?

Witch: *panting* …Now I’ve caught up to you!

SFX: *more people running*

Schezo&Rulue: *heavy panting*

Schezo: ARLE! YOU’LL PAY FOR EARLIER!

Rulue: ARLE! DON’T YOU THINK YOU’VE WON ALREADY!

Arle: And now Schezo and Rulue are here too!

Schezo: Now hand me that jar at once!

Rulue: Give it to me!

Witch: No, to me!

[The scene now descends into Schezo, Rulue and Witch incomprehensibly bickering over each other about who should take the pot from Arle. This keeps going as Arle starts to talk again.]

Arle: What do I do now…? Argh! I don’t have time to think this over!!

SFX: *jar being ploppen open*

Witch: EEK! Arle already opened the jar!!

Arle: Whoa…! *cough* What’s with all this smoke? What is going on!?

Rulue: Kiii! What is happening now!?

Schezo: Wait…

Rulue: Huh?

Schezo: Something is not right here…!

Arle: Huh!? The smoke is taking the shape of a person!

Genie: Wa-Ha-Ha… Hehehehehehe!! You fools! Thank you for breaking the seal on me, the Genie of Despair!!

Arle: Huh?

Schezo: The Genie of…Despair?

Rulue: But did the legend not speak of a Genie of Wishes?

Genie: Hahaha! That was a rumor I spread to lure foolish adventurers here. And it seems my plan worked perfectly!

Witch: Then… It was all a lie!?

Genie: That is precisely what it was! I mean who in their right mind would grant you lots’ wishes!? I must say, watching you all be deceived by such an obviously made up tale and quarrel so gruesomely among each other was very amusing!

The Group: *restless sounds*

Genie: Eheheheheh! My powers are returning to me quickly! Behold the great power that once spread poison miasma across the lands! A magic which’s destructive spells once drove out each and every challenger who stepped before me, and turned this area into a land of despair!

The Group: *more restless sounds*

Genie: Now, you shall fear me! Tremble in terror! In thanks of breaking my seal, you all shall be the first to taste the despair I-

The Group: SHUT THE HECK UP!! (Gu-gugu-GU!)

Genie: …Heh?

Witch: How dare you deceive me! You sure have nerve!

Rulue: I’ll teach you to play with the dreams of a maiden in love!

Schezo: I have no use for the magic of a being as repulsive as you!

Arle: You’ve REALLY gone and made us mad at you now, you know!?

Carbuncle: Gugu-gugu-GU!

[Everybody is incomprehensibly yelling at the genie without waiting their turn.]

Genie: W-Wait! Were you even listening to what I said!? *deep breath* I am an INCREDIBLY powerful Genie of Despair, who is going to-

Arle: EAT THIS CHAIN! Here I go!! Diacute!

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Witch: I’ll take over! Twinkle Dust!

Rulue: Very well! Concentration!

Schezo: Oh, dark power… Tear Apart!

Genie: *shrieking* What is this comet my eyes see before me!? W-Wait! Just a moment ago you were quarreling and snarling amongst each other! Why can you suddenly work together so perfectly!?

Arle: Take this! This is a special chain, full of all our anger! BAYO~EN!!

SFX: *BIIIG IMPACT*

Genie: WAAAAAAAHHH! *blasts off like Team Rocket*

Arle: *pants and sighs* Haaah… Now I feel a little better, I guess.

Witch: We managed to unite our powers wonderfully!

Schezo: Not by choice, of course, but I am also not surprised.

Rulue: Who would’ve thought that a party as prone to quarreling as us could work together so well?

Arle: Yeah, it’s scary how well we all synchronize when it comes down to it, huh?

SFX: *someone comes running*

Satan: Ah! Arle! What happened here? I heard a loud noise…

Arle: Oh! Satan! You only just got here? Your eyes aren’t hurting still, are they…?

Satan: Hmpf… I still find myself blinking a bit more than I should. But, much more importantly! I just saw a rather evil-looking genie come soaring my way. Before I knew it I’d caught it in my hands and sealed it away in a bottle suitable for the job, but where did it come from, I wonder?

Genie(muffled again): No! NO! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS!!

Rulue: *squee* Oh, my darling Satan! As expected of you, you saved the day!

Schezo: Just throw the bottle out with the recyclables. Nobody wants that trash.

Satan: What has gotten into you…?

Rulue: That all aside… *sigh* What a waste. I came all this way hoping for a gorgeous wedding with my Satan, and now this!

Satan: R-Rulue… I think you just gave me the chills…

Schezo: *sigh* I too came here looking to increase my power, but it seems all the walking was for naught…

Witch: It’s mortifying! I thought I’d be able to use this as a pretext to finally become a fully-fledged witch!

Arle: Yeah, same here! Just when I thought I’d be able to finally get my hands on some good curry again!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Schezo: Wait…

Schezo, Rulue & Witch: You were going to wish for CURRY!?

-END

#Neni translates #puyo pop #puyo puyo #puyopuyo #puyo #madou monogatari

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Blind Earthshaker Au

I wanna see a series rewrite where everything is the same except Percy is blind but can see better than everyone around him and has Katara's ice bending and toph beifong's Seismic Vibration Senses.

Like his dad is called the earth SHAKER so I don't think he can bend the earth too well but Percy is like feeling and making tiny vibrations/Earthquakes with his feet to see. He's super weak to air based projectiles think arrows. Or like literally anything a wind spirit picks up and throws in his general direction.

(He will tap his foot like an angry rabbit when hes stressed or caught off guard. I'm thinking wind spirits since they don't touch the ground OR have any water inside their bodies)

He can also "see" like where all the water is around him in a certain distance. Like mentally he has a 3d map of where things are. He doesn't like going places where theirs not a lot of water/or gorund. he can like tell when people are nervous by the speed of their blood flow/ the rhythm of their hearts. And is super precise with his ice bending be cuz of it.

Maybe Sally dies early or something and like we've got like 7 year old blind Percy wandering the streets but like since he can see where all the monsters are with his vibration earthy senses he can avoid them really well. Like "oh huh that guy has Hoooves? Nope. Percy outta here. Noo thanks." Since the mist is mostly sight based, and stuff, I feel like Percy would have a HUGE advantage.

In cannon it's shown that Percy is like really clairvoyant, what with all his dreams and stuff. So in my au he knows about the big three pact, and is just bullshiting people into thinking he's related to Khione goddess of snow and ice. And desperately trying not to let into the fact that he's blind.

(Luke/or/annabeth/or/Leo/or/Rachel/or Whoever he ends up being best friends with figures it out eventually be cuz theyve been friends for so long.)

At some point he runs into an 11yr old Luke pre- Luke meeting Thalia&Annabeth. And then we have them having the dynamic of Percy being a manic feral little shit and Luke trying to be responsible and protect him but ends up being the one protected all the time. I think it'd be funny.

Or maybe he runs into 7 year old annabeth and they become badass -cant be beat- besties. Percy snipe murdering every spider in a quarter mile radius, after he finds out annabeth is afraid of them.

I'm more partial to the meets Luke one cuz then when Percy and annabeth go on their first quest we'd get this fucking glorious scene:

Annabeth: no don't look Percy! You'll die!

Unhinged feral blind Percy: hahaha bitch u thought!!! *He says as he uncaps riptide witch was hidden in his hand.*

Medusa: *gurgling noise be cuz there is now a sword in her neck.*

Or in book two:

Circe standing with Percy Infront of enchanted mirror: isn't there Something u wish u could change about ur appearance? Drink this magic smoothie!

Unhinged feral blind Percy: haha bitch YOU THOUGHT.

Circe is now being held at knife point. (Or.. smootie- icicle point?)

Or if a pissed off god flashes their true form.

Hera: how... how are you alive?!

*Percy with his head tilted/angled so it looks like he's looking at them.*

Percy: *sing-songy voice* I know something yoooouuu doooonnntt! :)

Or if he gets hit by cupids arrow.

Cupid: the next person u look at with direct eye contact you will fall helplessly in love with them.

unhinged feral blind Percy: HAHAHA BITCH GUESS WHAT!

I'm sure there's more areas in the books or just Greek mythos in general where being blind is actually an advantage, but I can't think of any off the top of my head.

Or oooor -this is the one that I see being most likely to happen- hear me out: he runs into LEO. Since Hera was using the mist like crazy to hide him, but Percy is unaffected/immune to the most because He. Can't. See. It.

They steal/hijack an RV to live in. That could be cool. Leo has trama based on like burning people, right? Percy in canon Swam in LAVA, boy is fire-fucking-PROOF!! Fire and ice friends!

('oh my gods, they were roommates' perleo shipping intensifies)

Leo probably: you're nickname shall be Snowflake. Becuz ice powers.

Leo mentally: "wow! this person is really pretty, and funny and is like me, AND THEIR FUCKING FIREPROOF?"

Leo mentally: lets get fucking married.

Or maybe Sally doesn't die and Percy's blindness is known. He goes to school and guess who volunteered to help read his paperwork to him. That's right our favorite eco-rights activist: Rachel Elizabeth Dare!

Since Percy is blind he doesn't? Have dyslexia? I'm not entirely sure about how to explain this one. But like he's blind. People read things for him. (so he isnt effected by having dyslexia, becuase someone else is reading things for him.) He'd have good grades. Percy is sooo fucking smart. But like no one remembers cuz annabeth is always putting him down with all that doubt in canon. "Seaweed Brain!" I hate that nickname. Fuck canon annabeth. U don't have to put others down to have confidence in yourself omfg.

someone who isnt me write it. this is a writing prompt go! fanfic writers gooo!

#toph beifong #percy jackson #Blind Percy Jackson #Pjo #luke castellan #waterbending #bloodbending #Earthshaker Percy #Earthshaker powers #Feral Percy Jackson #Unhinged Percy jackson #Bloodbending percy #perleo #rachel elizabeth dare #leo valdez #writing prompt

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~Ice Breaker Part 3 ~

Winter king x gn!reader

Warning - candy queen shenanigans, manipulation, touching without consent, Ice Marcy, Angst, mentions of Blood/Death/Injuries, suggestive content.

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Winter's face quickly changed to look more serious, but he still had a gentle smile on his face.

"Tell me, snowflake.. what was your home like?"

He looked in your eyes, he wanted.. needed to know more, he was intrigued by you.

Your smile slowly drifted off your face. You squeezed the necklace in your hand slightly.

"M-My home?"

You asked, looking down at your plate.

"Uh.. well.. I never really had a uh home... I just kinda walked.. sometimes going to towns.. never staying too long.."

"Well, what about family or friends?"

He asked, a slightly concerned look growing on his face. You had a pained expression on. You pulled at your necklace a bit.

"Uh.. I.. I don't have any... "

You looked away; he was on a touchy subject for you, but you wanted to answer his questions; it was the least you could do. Winter felt a smile creep on his face when you looked away; this meant you wouldn't want to leave anytime soon. he quickly changed his expression back to concern, just in case you looked back at him

"You poor thing, don't worry, you can stay here as long as you'd like"

You looked back at him. You felt happy when you heard this; you weren't used to this much kindness.

"Really? Y-You want me here?"

You asked, you wanted to make sure he was serious about thism

"Of course, my little snowflake! Please tell me more about you. where did you come from? What is your life like?"

He said, leaning closer towards you, he wanted all the information you could give him. You thought about what to tell him and fiddled with your necklace nervously.

"I don't remember how I got here.. and uh.. how my life was? That's.. uh, I don't wanna bum you out or anything"

You said, your sweet smile returned to your face. He put a hand on yours; his touch was icy cold.

"I want to hear it.."

He said his tone was slightly demanding, but you took it as him being concerned about you.

"A-Alright..."

You let out a long sigh before speaking again.

"I'm an adventurer! I explored a lot! Dungeons, dangerous forests, caves... uh, sometimes I would come across towns, but I could never stay long.. for some reason, people didn't really like me... told me to leave..."

You stopped and looked at his face; he looked like he was listening closely to you.

"Well, people will like you here, I'll make sure of it"

He said, squeezing your hand slightly. You didn't necessarily know what he meant, but you were relieved that you'd be actually welcomed somewhere.

"Have you seen any magic on your adventures?"

He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Um, I've met a few people who used it.. but nothing like you.. I mean, I've never seen magic this powerful!"

You said, turning the subject on him; he didn't seem to mind; in fact, he enjoyed your praise.

"Yes, I'm wonderful aren't I?"

He chuckled slightly, and a loud explosion interrupted the conversation and a loud laugh echoed through the palace

"Not again.."

He sighed, standing up. You stood up; your body felt stronger since you ate, and you felt braver too. On instinct, you reached at your side for a sword that wasn't there.

"Right..."

You sighed; you forgot that you left your sword in the room you woke up in. Winter looked at you and smiled a bit.

"The scouts can deal with her"

"But earlier-"

A loud laugh cut you off. You quickly put your necklace back in your shirt and stood up.

"BABY! I'M BACK!"

The candy queen yelled out, you could hear ice shattering. You looked frustrated. You felt less scared than before.

"Let me protect you. It's the least I could do.. You've done so much..."

You said, looking over at Winter. He nodded and gave you an ice sword as The Candy Queen busted through the door.

"Oh, it's you! What are you doing here? Winter! Who's this?"

She ran toward you, laughing. You prepared yourself to fight and gripped the sword in your hand tightly. She looked feral, her smile was lopsided, and when she reached you, you swung your sword at her, aiming for the chest. You felt your sword cut through her, and she laughed as you cut her, which threw you off. You watched as her wound closed up.

"Oh! You're trying to stop me from getting my Winter!"

She laughed even more. You felt yourself get more frustrated, but you didn't really know why, her saying my Winter just really pissed you off.

"He's not yours.."

You said, your voice was harsh, and you swung your sword again. This time, you aimed for the neck and stopped as you touched the side of her neck.

"Leave.."

You huffed digging the sword slightly into her.

"Aw.. come on, I want my winter.. I'm not giving up that quickly"

She said, reaching into her hair, pulling out a sharp candy cain, she thrusted it towards you. You quickly moved your sword and blocked her attack. Winter was watching the fight with a smile humming.

<<< First part / << previous / next >>

#adventure time fanfic #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake #fionna and cake winter king #the winter king #winter king #winter king x reader #beginner writer #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfic #Ice Breaker

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ae-neon · 1 year

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Nessian Rant part 3

First I wanna say the looneys in this fandom make it so unbearable to be here and just have fun. I used to post whatever I wanted without a second thought but now everything has to sit in the drafts for 3 days while I stress over how people might react.

Fuck that.

I'm gonna scream about what I wanna scream about and if you take it personally that's your problem. These are just characters, clock in to reality and stop acting like they raised you.

Now...

I always see my Nessian mutuals talk about acowar Cassian and trilogy Cassian as a whole being so great but...

To be clear I don't mean Cassian as a standalone character, he's literally amazing alone but in Nessian? Be serious

He's also amazing with every other woman he comes into contact with except Nesta... 🤦🏻‍♀️ can't believe yall stan this ship, stand up rn please 😭 lolol jk. This is just a rant, ship literally whatever the fuck you want, luv u 🫶🏼

I said in a recent answer that the key to enjoying SJM's books is abiding by the Sarah Says rule.

Listen to what Sarah Says even if you read with your own eyes that in canon that "character A got shot by character B", if Sarah Says "well actually B doesn't have fingers so he couldn't pull the trigger and A actually shot himself from 3 feet away being both the victim and the gunman" then that's that.

I'm gonna refer to the facts on paper as canon and what Sarah Says as the narrative and what fans think as fanon.

The thing with a lot of (anti Feysand pro Nessian) fans is they can break the Sarah Says rule only when they want to.

They see past the narrative and fanon to look at the canon and say "I don't like that/ I don't think that's healthy/ that guy sucks/ they both suck"

But then will say acomaf and acowar Nessian was great. What was sooooo great about it? I'm not gonna act like they don't have good moments but they definitely aren't as good as fanon or the narrative makes them out to be.

Let's look at their first meeting

Narrative/ Sarah Says/ Feyre's Mind: Cassian is looking at Nesta and Nesta is ignoring Cassian. There's a little back and forth. Nesta tries to ignore him, he doesn't like that. Do you feel some tension? I feel some tension

Fanon: Cassian was the only one brave enough to call Nesta on her BS and dish it back to her/ he got under her skin/ finally someone tells her off etc you know what I'm referring to

Canon: Feyre and Elain frequently challenge Nesta and she more often than not gives in to them. The IC are in the house because Feyre wants to be there and Elain said to hear them out. In that same scene, Feyre essentially tells Nesta she's living her best life and to fuck off. And power to her. That's just their dynamic.

But Cassian? Cassian is a stranger. He's in her house. He's asking for her help. His HL is asking for her help. So why was he antagonising her?

The narrative and fanon loves to act like Cassian is at best an equal and at worst below Nesta in some way and he's just stepping up to meet her energy but ???

Nesta didn't want them in her home. She worried that just working with them would put herself and others in danger. She didn't want to become Fae. She didn't want to share her story to garner sympathy for the NC. She didn't want to kill or use swords.

But all of those things happened anyway??

She's always the one backed into a corner and then treated like she was on equal ground just cause she's still got her pride? That single sin of not breaking is always punished again and again.

Do you see how you've bought into what Sarah Says?

Hybern and the Cauldron?

Cassian was twitching trying to reach for her, this was the moment we knew for sure they were gonna be mates omg

And Nesta? She was right. Everything she feared would happen did but even worse? She and Elain have been kidnapped and she doesn't know why they're being dunked like chicken wings but the fucking pot tried to kill her. She's the one who fell for an eternity and fought her way back to life.

No offense but not the greatest moment to base your romance on since you have to swivel the camera away from a woman in a traumatizing situation to point at a man and say look how seeing her hurt hurts him 🤕

And acowar??? The supposed golden era of Nessian?? Babe, that's just spray paint

It's Nesta who stands up for Cassian at the HL Meeting. You know what she also does? Recount her trauma to strangers, she isn't feeling well, she stands up for innocent humans and fae, she commands a room full of the most powerful men on the Continent.

It's Nesta who calls for Cassian, saves his life, and covers her body with his. These are Nessian moments yes but they are Nesta's actions. It was her who made Nessian shine.

Cassian? He promised her forever and then ignored her? Pulled away, got embarrassed or something who the fuck cares.

But this is your man - look at the canon - this is your man??

And you said yes.

That's why you got ACOFAS. That's why you got your 500 year old man telling a shell shocked, dying woman that he didn't know why her sisters loved her. That's why you got a leader of legions raging like a 14 year old league player. A whole r/AITA villain

And that's why he embarrassed y'all in ACOSF. That's why you got EIGHT HUNDRED PAGES AND NOT A SINGLE I LOVE YOU because you already accepted less than the bare minimum

Because you failed to apply the rule equally for both ships.

Cassian is also in a power imbalanced relationship with Nesta, he's also 500 years older than her so why suddenly have issue with him having control over her and using it to break her and reshape her how he wants?

Again. You can ship what you want. You can indulge in fanon all you want. I support that. Just hope you know that that's what you're doing.

Mutuals don't hate me 😭

#anti nessian #acotar rant #anti acomaf #anti acowar #anti sjm #nesta archeron #cassian #nesta deserves better #pro nesta #sjm critical

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phantom-of-the-501st · 1 year

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Episode 6 Thoughts

(Spoilers for TBB Season 2)

I loved this episode!!! A nice combination of fun and action with some emotional elements as well. I had a great time with it!

So of course, here are my bullet point thoughts.

Echo being put on babysitting duty and promptly losing Omega. She wanders off so often. 🤣

Love how Tech is insulted that they don't trust his forgery skills. How dare you question his ability to do illegal activities.

When I saw those droids electrocuting Gungi I was ready to throw hands. 😤

I love Gungi's character design. He's definitely grown up a bit and I love the pauldron and the wrap as a belt.

Tech automatically assuming that the blaster fire was caused by Omega. 🤣

He wasn't wrong though!

Is this the first time we've seen both Tech and Echo piloting the Marauder this season? It feels weird that we've gone so long without seeing those two in the cockpit.

Gungi looked so sad! I can't deal with this. 😭

HUNTER CAN SPEAK WOOKIE???

I wanna give Gungi a hug so bad. 🥺

Echo actually got some dialogue this episode. Love to see it. 🥰

Kashyyyk looks awesome!

I love how they lean into the fact that Gungi was really young when he went to the Jedi temple, so he isn't familiar with his home planet. He knows that these are his people, but he's still a little unsure.

Lots of webs!

Fun fact about me, I actually hate spider webs more than I hate actual spiders, so I would not be having a fun time. 😬

Weird spider things look very similar to the ice spiders! Nice bit of convergent evolution there. 😊 (And yes, my zoologist brain thinks about these things when watching TBB apparently...)

So. Much. Gungi. Looking. Sad. 😭

OUCH 😭

When I saw the wookie pelt on that trandoshan, I got so angry. 😤

Stop burning his home, you hissy bastards!

Character designs in this episode are great! ✨️

Soundtrack is also amazing, as always.

We only see brief glimpses of them, but I love how we get an insight into the traditions and beliefs of the wookies. I love that touch.

Laser sword

Echo's face the first time he was offered the soup. 🤣

Speaking to the trees!!!

When I heard the line "we'll take all the allies we can get" in the trailer, I did not think they would be talking about trees but here we are.

Weird giant monkey things are awesome!

I don't want to think about what those spider things did to Venomor. 😖

It was probably not fun.

WRECKER SPEAKING WOOKIE

Also, Echo's little cheers with the bowl was adorable. 🥰 Character development right there! 🤣

It's interesting that they talk about the fact that neither Omega nor Gungi can ever truly be children in a world like this. Especially since last episode was a chance for Omega to actually get to act like a kid for once. Last episode was very much a look into what her life should be, while this one is more of a look into what her life really is like.

Omega joining Gungi in listening to the trees. I adore her desire to understand people and their traditions, even if it is just child-like curiosity.

And I love seeing Gungi partaking in the tribe's tradition as well. He's unsure of what he's doing but he understands that it's his culture and he wants to be a part of it. 🥺

This episode is very interesting in the fact that it shows not only the repercussions of the rise of the Empire, but also how the lives of younglings was changed when they were subscribed to the Jedi.

They never really got a chance to grow up understanding their own personal culture and heritage, and that's not necessarily something we always think about.

To summarise this slight messy bullet list, I loved this episode!

Seeing not only the effect that Order 66 had on Gungi, but also his struggle to return to a place that he doesn't truly know because all he ever really remembers is life at the Jedi Temple. Seeing him fit back into the tribe is really sweet to see.

Hunter and Echo are once again the tired parents this episode. 🤣 But it was nice to see Echo being a little more vocal again, and Hunter putting his hand on Echo's shoulder as a supportive thing was nice. They don't alway see eye to eye, but at the end of the day, they are still brothers.

Actually, everyone felt like they had a place in the episode so I'm very happy about that. It's great to have an episode that feels like it's about the Batch again.

It was a solid episode and I really enjoyed it!

Even more exciting is that we get 2 episodes next week!!! 🥳 But it also means we'll be halfway through this season already. 🥲

#the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #star wars #omega #echo #tech #wrecker #hunter #gungi

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nativeofsumeru · 1 year

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More Genshin Impact Fanfiction Ideas (Part 3)

A/N: If you know me, I've made two of these. These are ideas that I have, but that I don't feel like I have the skill or time to fully flesh out so here's a list of my thoughts and ideas.

Cyno x fem!reader -reader and Cyno are about 19-20 years of age and students at the akademiya, there is an established relationship -surprise, reader is pregnant, Cyno is worried -Cyno and reader navigate obstacles of preparing to become new parents -Cyno takes extra hard to his studies so that he can achieve success to support reader and coming child -reader faces other scholars looking down on her due to her being with child and still continuing her studies, Cyno gets low-key snubbed for getting a girl pregnant -extra ending: not long after baby is born, maybe a year or so later, Cyno beats the odds by taking and succeeding in his assessment to become General Mahamatra

Yelan x fem!reader (I wanted to make this one a whole separate post, but I'll just put it here) -inspired by the song "Supergirl", specifically the version by Anna Naklab -Yelan and reader are coworkers/friends, even with a small playful rivalry, Yelan can't help but look at her with sparkles in her eyes, Yelan has feelings for reader and a strong admiration for her and actually enjoys the back and forth banter, it's basically flirting as a fellow coworker points out -one day they get placed on a long travel involved mission together -throughout camping, traversing the wilderness of Liyue, and facing danger, reader and Yelan get closer and end up sharing a kiss one starry night that slowly begins to evolve, however reader gets scared, "This isn't right." "Oh, uh, alright." -it's a little bit awkward and reader goes out for a late night walk, in her daze she gets caught in a hilichurl camp, even though her fighting skills are exceptional, all of them together at once and the timing just overwhelms her, Yelan out of the blue comes to her aid and they slay the monsters together -afterwards, reader hugs Yelan and cries, Yelan reciprocates the hug -they discuss their feelings and reader's reasoning and story and Yelan listens and understands -they finish the mission and things seem to go back to how they were before however there seems to be more romantic tension between the two, everyone else notices it -a little bit of time passes and there's a formal work party, Yelan and reader get to talking and there's confessions and all that talk, they clink their glasses and leave the party together, headed back to Yelan's home for the night (whether it ends in NSFW or stays SFW is up to person) -"You wanna get out of here hun?" "Hell yea."

Dainsleif x reader -reader has a Cryo vision(more on this later) -reader and Dainsleif grew up together in Khaenri'ah since childhood, they were so close they even went to a formal school dance together at Dainsleif request because he was tired of people asking him out, there's unspoken feelings not wanting to ruin the friendship -they're friends even up to him becoming the Twilight Sword -then the Cataclysm happens as Dainsleif and reader are together, reader gets separated from him somehow -YEARS LATER -Reader wakes up feeling cold on the coasts of Mondstadt, a new cryo vision in hand, a new white streak in their hair, and some half melted chunks of ice surrounding them (reader's cryo vision protected them by freezing them in a block of ice, basically a Captain America preservation) -reader refamiliarizes themselves with the world and begins to share a new appreciation for the world, slowly losing hate about the Cataclysm -reader meets Traveler and Paimon, they meet Dainsleif via them -reader is unaware of the curse or Dainsleif's intentions -reader and Dainsleif now hold completely different views and feelings towards the world of Teyvat, will their love be rekindled once again even after this 500+ year gap?

Tighnari x reader -College AU! -reader and Tighnari were together since junior year of high school and are now in their freshman year of college at different schools -there's a a time zone gap, as in reader would be sleeping when it's still daytime for Tighnari -reader and Tighnari navigate this new change and keep trying to cultivate their relationship through this long distance Heizou x reader -Law and Order but there's Heizou and reader as detective partners trying to solve a large and dangerous case falling in love along the way

#genshin fanart #genshin angst #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #cyno x you #yelan x reader #yelan x you #heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou x reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x you

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uyuforu · 6 days

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Hey i am here to participate in your tarot game!

Here is my juno chart -

here is my groom chart -

here is you reading - who is your fs? when will you meet? any angel messages or advise for you, how will you meet? Their first impression on you.

Let's start -

Okay so advise angel cards-

Meditation brings answer - You should meditate, when you are feeling low and in doubt it will help you clear your mind.

Ask from help of others - do not hesitate to reach out to your loved ones, when you are in need, because they love you and you never have to be alone and feel alone.

Timing - In the near future - You will be meeting him in upcoming years.

Take action - when you are going somewhere, or in the mood for socializing and you are getting to know new places or people. when you taking action and you ready you will meet him.

okay so onto the tarot cards -

who is your future spouse - 6 of pentacles , the emperor, page of pentacles, knight of cups, queen of cups

I see you both are looking for each other like a part of you and him will be searching for each other, he is quite generous and kind, he might also have lots of admirers, but he will have eyes for you, He is like the CEO type who has leadership qualities in him, he loves to take charge, very protective in a good way, he will protect you with his all his strength, he values his family and beliefs, very dependable, focused, he will sweep you off you feet, he will be self sufficient, he can be quite chill. A very wholesome aura, like you wanna be his friends or just to be in his company, this goes well with him having admirers, he will be very quick witted, a very new person, he will always have lots of ideas on how to handle certain situation and guiding his way out, he could be a troublemaker in past, but he will be quite matured when you meet him, but with you his inner child will show, he is very charming, i keep hearing hazel eyes, might be hazel eyed or maybe he likes hazelnuts, a very good sense of humour and good personality, he have grown quite a lot, I also see him being very open minded, and he could be close to certain female members i her family, or he just respects females a lot, a very emotional mature person, i see you both in too much love, like you will know your soul will recognize its him, you and him will share very deep emotional connection as well. A very rewarding relationship. He will teach you so many things. Meditation is very imp here. He is very hardworking, he wont give up he loves to reach his goals. He will be coming very soon to you~

His first impression on you - 6 of cups, queen of swords, 8 of cups

As i said you both will just know, its like your soul will recognize them, a very pleasent and harmonious impression you will have on them. they will feel nostalgic like they have known you for quite sometime, he will think of you as someone who is kind, and know how to deal with stuff on her own, he will think of you as someone like you are a puzzle to them, he will know you yet he would want to know more about your soul. I see him making first step, like doing a ice breaker kinda thing lol, like he will come to you first.

How you will meet him? - 2 of cups, 3 of wands, 4 of wands, the fool.

I see you will meet him when you are opening a new chapter of your life. There are new beginnings for you, i see this can be a connection from your past life. When you both meet, it will be a divine timing, you might be travelling or he can be travelling when you meet him, travel will play a great role, maybe a friends marriage not where you are, but you both meet there, when you are travelling at a wedding and your eyes meet and right there you will know its him.

Thank you!

Please do give feedback if you liked it.

Thank you for participating! This reading was quite accurate for me, but the most accurate thing was def how we met because this is exactly what happened!! He was also in the country to attend a wedding lol, so yeah it def makes sense. Thank you so so much for your reading! Let's go with the exchange!

Your Exchange Reading

�� You could meet FS on a fun day, a shopping day, a day you think of yourself, take care of yourself. A wedding too, something related to romance, lot of couples, or just a very beautiful place!

✿ FS could look very handsome and very unique for sure! They could dress well but with their own style, quite different than people but def well put together.

✿ You could meet FS quite unexpectedly and it could be in a daily life. It could also be at work! Or during some health routine for example. Meeting could be quite romantic.

✿ FS could have 7H/ Libra/ 11H/ Aquarius/ 5H/ Leo/ 10H/ Capricorn/ Sagittarius/ 9H/ Aries/ 1H/ Pisces/ 12H placements.

✿ FS is veryyyyy good looking!! Very popular for their look for sure! They can dress differently everyday. Or like to change their appearance often. But they always look good whatever they pull off.

✿ FS could be a foreigner!

✿ You could also meet FS online.

✿ FS or you could meet when someone can move in another country (they come to your country or you come to their).

✿ FS is someone who loves traveling and perhaps moves often. FS could also struggle to find a proper home for themselves and this could be why.

✿ FS could be quite funny, loud, and they could also be a little dramatic. Def an empath and extrovert too. Though they can be quite sensible too. Could get their feelings hurt easily so don't tease them too much.

✿ Could love theater, movies, acting, etc.

✿ FS could have been betrayed by friends before.

✿ FS could be determined to win a lot of money and be successful in their life.

✿ FS could love pop culture, and they could also love to have fun. Their friends are very important for them.

✿ FS could have some money or be very lucky when it comes to money. They could also quite be lucky in general. They could easily manifest too.

Hope you liked your reading!

#uyuans

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venjamin-kingdomhearts · 8 months

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I was genuinely about to throw Ven/Strel at you because I saw you threw them at Blaze, but thankfully thought to look for a bingo reblog. I see nothing and I am sad.

But I have a lot of thoughts about them and was not expecting to see them mentioned in the wild

Not to worry! I've actually done a ship bingo for them here! BUT I'll use the other Ship Opinion Bingo I saw Blaze use lol

OK SO. First off my absolute favorite way to ship these two is honestly in AU formats, just because it's so so fun to imagine them in different scenarios to the canon KH ones and also because it's kinda *hard* to ship them in canon KH because. Well. Strelitzia's.... current state of being.

But at it's core Streliven is like. Equal parts tragic and funny to me. I know considering what's happened in canon it really SHOULD be more tragic but I'm all about making the stupidest ships imaginable. Obsessed with Strel and Ven meeting post kh4 and both going "ok so I know our pasts were kinda Fucked Up but damn... honestly.... you're kinda cute you wanna go out for ice cream later" and making things work out meanwhile Lauriam is in the background tearing his hair out. IDK something so funny about them going from, like, not knowing how to address their past to the two of them instantly wanting to kiss each other. Because that's totally a healthy and normal way to cope for sure, totally fine and good and dandy /sarcasm .

On a more serious note. Despite the tragedy that comes with this ship. These two would just be SO sugar sweet together, wouldn't they?? The appeal here is similar to Ven/Nami, because we know Ventus would be such a little gentleman to someone so shy and sweet as Strelitzia, but there's also the juicy backstory. I've admittedly roleplayed two separate scenarios (one shippy, one not) where post KH3 Ventus has met an amnesiac Strelitzia and it's always the sweetest thing. In the shippy scenario he took her to a fair first thing, won her some prizes and even did a cheesy pretend knight act with a plastic sword and promised to protect her. IDK, I just see Ventus as being playful enough to break Strel's shell a little.

Then ofc there's more AU scenerios. Maaan there's been a few Strel/Ven AUs I've read/written for but most of them are just. In my head. But there's always this level of like, misfortune bringing them together. I like that. For me, Streliven is a sweet ship, but it's got a layer of like, "something's not quite right" here. Forbidden love, or met through a terrible circumstance. Thennnnn there's a few more situations I've imagined for them, like the idea of them (in a post KH4 world or something) learning about their connection and being forbidden from meeting, yet kinda coming together regardless. Ventus feeling so guilty about everything that he's willing to do anything for Strelitzia/feels indebted to her, meanwhile Strelitzia just HATING that Ventus feels that responsibility (being a bit creeped out by it, too, probably) and maybe one thing leads to another and they both break down a little and that leads to the two of them having to heal with each other. They suddenly open up to each other, and because they've felt so much pressure to heal on their own, they just become a mess and have to figure things out. It's definitely not the best way to go about things, but who knows?

Maybe one day they'll feel safe enough to be friends.

#my thoughts #venlitzia #streliven #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK YIPEEEEEEE

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talesfromsiteredacted · 11 months

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SCP(L): Super Crappy Pickup Lines

Ignoring the very anomalous charges under our care, the Foundation is a lot like any other office. There's the office brown-noses, the snitches, the useless, the know-too-much types, the overachievers... and the flirts. Some of us have game, some of us couldn't find games in a toy shop. Here's some of the worst. Triggers: adult content, bad puns.

"That an anomalous sword in you hand 076-2 or are you just happy to see me?" Only Agent Dimitriov can try this and live. Anyone else is just going to become a red smudge on that sword.

"Good thing I'm certified in handling incendiary weapons, as you're smoking babe."

"Hey, sexy mama. Wanna see a naked Mole Rat?"

"Are you a memetic cognitohazard? Cause you keep running through my mind all night."

"Hey, are you a pneumohazard anomaly? I ask, because you take my breath away in that dress."

"You had me at 'cheesecake'."

"I don't know just what it is about you, 173... but I just can't take my eyes off you in that blue dress." That... was weird. Usually CLEF flirts with the Staring Statue, hearing a D-Class say that stuff was scary.

"Better get the MTF up here, that ass so fine shorty bends reality."

"I would bring you the skulls of every enemy of yours if it makes you smile, my (untranslatable)." Huh. Kinda romantic for Big Brother.

"The stars in the night are insignificant compared to those residing in your eyes, my dove." Okay... not going to lie... that was smooth as silk. No doubt about it Iris... Viktor is a keeper.

"The only thing blacker than your coffee preference is your soul. We should have dinner soon."

"I'd breach containment for you. I'd face the Hard to Destroy Reptile for you. I'd even remove a water bottle from your junk, again. I'd do anything for your love... except face the Ethics Committee again. I'm sorry, but you need to buy your own booze tonight, Ben. Bad enough they threatened me with the Red Right Hand after the last incident."

"Dyo, you may be a 'bad guy', but it doesn't make you a bad person. Thanks for telling Lenny the Letch to eat a bag of zombie dicks. Wanna grab coffee?"

"I've got the worst headache in history, 049... and I think a hug from you might be the best cure."

"Hey, can my eel slither in your pond?" That earned a slap from the Water Nymph. I'd have slapped him too.

"My anomalous ability? I made you come with just two fingers."

"I gave up a kidney for you. If that's not love, Charles, tell me what is."

An ANTI-pickup line: "Are you with the Church of the Broken God? Because you're really starting to grind my gears."

"Why yes, 999... that IS a mammoth ice cream sundae with your name on it, and everyone is ALWAYS happy to see you. Wanna play Among Us and chill?"

"Are you a Bixby? Because you're so fine it challenges my notion of reality."

"Of course she's Thaumiel, she's so fine even the Shy Guy stares as she passes by. So what? I'd still suit up to tap that heavenly fineness."

"You look cold, Dr. Iceberg. Maybe a hug would warm you up."

"Doctor, if I said you Light up my life would you be mad at me?"

"I'd gladly be your dinner if I get dessert first, Kuhmiho." Okay, D-2984 must not have been around pretty girls much.

"That a new dress, Dr. Myriad? It looks great on you, but it'd look better on my chair."

"I've got a couple bottles of your favorite wine, a few antimemetics... what say you and I get out of here and not make memories?"

"Oh, sweetie... 343 did his finest work when he made you."

"106... that a Marshall, Carter, & Dark thug? Aw, thank you, sweetheart! I got you one too. Happy Valentine's Day, Larry!"

"Hello, 049. Wanna play Doctor?"

"You're like an annoying TikTok music video, I close my eyes and I hear your voice. You, uh... doing anything tonight?"

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #we got some real freaks here #looking at you agent o'hare #dr gears #scp 076 2 #scp 105 #scp 049

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liviavanrouge · 3 months

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Aquatic Adventure: Enchanted Dance pt 2

[School Hall]

Aryan: *Sighs* I'm not gonna be late this time!

???: Ry-Ry!

Aryan: *Stops curiously* Hm?

Cater: Ry-Ry, hey!

Aryan: Hey Cay-Cay...

Cater: Why so glum, I heard you're heading home for a festival, thought you'd be happy about it

Aryan: Not really, means I gotta deal with my old man, you know...

Cater: Well...maybe I could tag along, help you out!

Aryan: *Stares at him*

Cater: Aryan?

Aryan: *Smirks* You just want some pictures of the festival, don't you Cay-Cay~

Cater: *Laughs* Oppsie! Got caught! Hedgehogs out of the bag!

Aryan: *Laughs, smiling at him*

Cater: But seriously, pleeeeasseee! I really do wanna see the festival it's a once in a hundred year chance to and you know we poor mortals don't live too long!

Aryan: *Grins in amusement* Hm~~

Cater: *Presses his palms together* Please

Aryan: *Grins at him* Hmmmm~~~~

Cater: Pretty please

Aryan: *Crosses his arms still grinning* Hmmmmmmm~~~

Cater: *Steps closer* Pretty pretty please!

Aryan: *Laughs* Alright! You can tag along, the more the merrier anyway you know!

???: I heard festival!

Ruggie: *Smiles* Mind if I tag along! Festivals means a lot of food!

Aryan: *Smirks teasingly* Glutton~

Ruggie: What can I say? I'm a foodie! So, can I go!

Aryan: Hm~~

Ruggie: *Frowns, giving him a look* I am not gonna say please to you like Cater

Aryan: *Laughs* You can come! I was just joking around!

Ruggie: Shishishi! Sweet, thanks Aryan! Looks like I'm in debt to you right now!

Aryan: *Smiles and nods* Meet in the mirror room tomorrow, make sure you're all packed!

Ruggie and Ruggie: Got it!

Aryan: *Looks down, his smile fading* Man...I really don't wanna go home...no doubt Uncle Birsha is gonna start something this time..

Aryan: Last time it was grandmother about my parents wedding, the time before that it was grandpa over the decorations, and before that it was my first cousin because I didn't know howto wield a sword

Aryan: I bet it's over something petty this time too...

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[Mirror Chamber]

Aryan: Alright, two bags of luggage, that's it....

???: Heyo!

Cater: *Walks in beaming*

Riddle: *Crosses his arms over his chest*

Ruggie: *Smiles, his hands behind his head*

Aryan: You're all here, now we just gotta wait for the person Livia wants to come with us

Cater: Huh! Livia is sending someone with us!?

Riddle: Yes, she thought it'd be good for this person

Ruggie: Maybe it's Silver, you know how close those two siblings are

???: I feel blessed that her Ladyship thought of me and sent me to tag along!

Aryan: .....god damn it, Livia....

Sebek: Be grateful! Lady Livia has sent her bodyguard along with you, endangering herself for me to have fun! No complaining!!

Cater: *Chuckles nervously* I'm kinda wishing it was Malleus now

Riddle: Or Silver

Ruggie: Or Lilia...

Aryan: Or Kuro...

Aryan and Ruggie: *Sighs* Anyone but Sebek! Come on!

???: I am tagging along as well

Aryan: AHHHHHH! SHIT!!!

Riddle: LANGUAGE!!!

Rook: *Smiles, his arms crossed* This will be a spectacular festival, I just had to come and attend!

Aryan: *Lowers his voice, cursing the gods* Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you....

Rook: Did you say something, Monsieur Beautywing?

Aryan: *Beams* Welcome aboard, Rook!

Rook: Thank you! Shall we be on our way?

Aryan: *Turns to the mirror* Mirror Mirro, take us to the Ice Hidden Kingdom!

Riddle: Huh?

Aryan: *Closes his eyes and sighs preparing himself for the drama*

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[Verglas Kingdom Entrance]

Ruggie and Cater: WOAH!!

Riddle: Look at that castle in the distance....

Aryan: This way guys...

???: IS THAT MY BABY BOY!!?

Aryan: *Flinches, looking embarrassed knowing this voice* O-Oh no!

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gentle-sparda · 4 months

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Modern au fanfic!!!

Since I posted about my oc and the hcs of the Sparada brothers I think now I wanna post about my DMC au

Think of it as a slice-of-life type fanfic, calm, fluff, something I think can be fun to read every once in a while

That being said, I guess I should make little notes about it for context, along with a short intro story, so I hope you like this, I think it's going to be fun, maybe when I figure out how polls and reblogs work I can add it into my writings

I feel like this au will lean more toward Vergil and Advent's pov/ writings but I'll make sure to give Dante equal attention

Also this fanfic isn’t proof read, only because i wanna get the boring stuff out of the way

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Au context:

It takes place in the modern era ie; 2024 and so on

Dante and Vergil are 21, advent is 20

A general summary of the stories/au:

Dante and Vergil get sucked in a portal, dropping them off in a world that looks similar to theirs, but more lively, a buzzing city filled with tourists, traffic, and a few demons.

Through their portal travels, something had taken their demon powers, leaving them with just a human body with demon parts [meaning their tails and Vergil's horns] no devil trigger, no swords, just themselves.

The Devil May Cry Shop still exists, but is run by Advent [who in this au is an artificial angel]

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Waking up on the wet pavement, Vergil felt his body ache. He lifts himself from the ground, and with wobbly legs, he sits down on a nearby bench. His eyes clear up as he looks around. The eyes of passers-by staring at him. A mix of shocked murmurs, fear, and the young kids filming him. He glares back at them. Standing up as an angry cat ready to fight, the sudden noise of a speeding train triggers his fight or flight response. He leaps away from where the sound comes from. The noises of the train, the commotion, and the pa system that felt like it was blaring, everything felt like it was talking at once. Vergil's ears couldn't take it.

He ran to the nearest exit, following the stairs upstairs and out of the subway tunnel, his eyes were hit with the sun's rays. Blinding him for just a moment, he feels himself falling to the ground. Bracing for the impact nothing came. As his eyes adjust to the bright sunlight he notices he landed on something, Scaly. His mouth curled into a frown as he noticed it was Dante. Who smiled at him. Like a puppy, he helps Vergil up to his feet.

"Verg! There you are! I was worried you didn't end up here"

Vergil pulled his hand away from Dante "How the hell do I still end up stuck with you.." he grumbled. "Where is ..here.. anyways?" His eyes darted from side to side. His shoulders tense up.

"Relax verg. I'm sure we can just ask around" Dante smiled, and he noticed a couple sitting and eating ice cream. Approaching them, he smiles widely. "Hey, strangers! Mind telling us where we are?" He waves at them trying to look as friendly as possible. The two of them glance at Dante, the woman throws her ice cream cone at Dante, screaming and running with her other half in tow. Dante froze... then licked the ice cream that was melting down his face. "Mmh. Strawberry " a slight purr in his thought seeps through.

"Is that your way of figuring things out" Vergil crossed his arms.

"Not my fault they screamed and ran. Although I wonder why.." Dante turned around, his tail dragging behind him. It knocks Vergil off his feet, landing on his butt.

"Damnitt dante! Watch that stupid tail of yours!" He hisses at him, getting back up as he brushes the dirt off his pants. Dante lifts his tail into his arms "Strange. It stopped moving. Usually it doesn't touch the floor".

Pieces start to place together in Vergil's brain. He rubs his temples and sighs. "If my theory is right. This means this place has removed any trace of our demon powers." Dante tilts his head to the side. "Meaning what?" His eyes blankly stare at his big brother. He was still working on finishing the splattered ice cream from his forehead. Vergil rolled his eyes. Not wanting to repeat himself.

"Hey, you two! Hands in the air!" A voice caught the attention of the two brothers.

Standing in a white shirt with black pants, a tail swishing side to side. Standing just below their eyesight, advent held their gun in place, pointing at both boys. Dante chuckles "Well aren't you a cutie, what's your name kiddo?" He leans into their face. "Advent." They simply replied as they sucker punch Dante right in the nose. He winces in pain, falling backward in front of Vergil's feet. "You demons are coming with me, don't try to fight" Advent reached over to grab Vergil, who gigled and gripped their wrist. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that." He forced pressure on their wrist but it didn't seem to be doing anything.

"Mmmh hmm yuh, sure. " advent simply reached over and cuffed his hand with their free hand. "Don't need to be so hissy about it" They jerked their hand away from Vergil who stood there in stunned silence. Dante held his nose as it was bleeding, watching Advent cuff him to his brother. He saw Advent kneel in front of him. Grabbing a tissue advent wiped some of the blood off his nose. Gently patting at his nose, and handing him a new tissue. "Here. Hold it so it won't bleed all over your mouth", their tone noticeably much softer. Helping Dante to his feet, they take the brothers away from the busy city.

Walking down the almost empty street, Dante notices the familiar sign on the building. “Hey, that's my office” He tries to run up to it, only to be yoinked back in place by Vergil. “It’s like having a child on a leash” He growled. “ Your office? Then I suppose you have the keys to it” Advent smiled, stepping to the side to let Dante walk up. “Duh, of course, I do!” He puffed out his chest proudly, rummaging through his coat pocket. Pulling out his keys, with a bright pink keychain attached to it. He tries jamming the key into the doorknob. But it didn’t seem to work. He awkwardly laughs. “Maybe it’s another key.” He tries it again. Nothing. Advent lets this go for about an extra minute before walking past Dante and unlocking the door. Dante stared at Advent. Vergil held back a snicker. “Ladies first” Advent showed them the open the door. Dante walks in, huffing and practically dragging vergil in. Locking the door behind themselves, advent turns on the lights. It had a subtle warm lighting to give it a homey vibe. The office display was exactly like Dante's, the only difference was the scattered paperwork Dante had on the floor, was neatly stacked in the corner of the desk. Dante flopped onto the neat couch, nuzzling into the warm, clean sofa. Vergil sat down pushing his limp tail to the side. “What's the point of all this? Who are you, and why did you bring us here?”

Advent sighed and sat down on the seat across from them. “Because you aren’t the normal demons I fight, you look more…well human.” Advent handed him a newspaper. “And because the mayor of this place would’ve wanted to get rid of you instantly. Vergil reads the title of the paper.

“ Law implements a demand for others to stay indoors for any demon attacks”

Reading through the words, it describes how the mayor paid for the building the brothers are in. How they created a new weapon to use to help combat the demons that are appearing across the town.

“You guys aren't the same as other demons right? You two are far different than those animals” Advent looked around in their pockets, grabbing the keys for the cuffs. They walked over to Vergil, gently grabbing his wrist. “And if what I'm saying is true. Then you won't blindly attack…right?” They unlock the cuffs and toss them to the side. Almost braced for an attack, but nothing came. Only the stare of Vergil’s cold eyes. With a sigh of relief, advent rubs Vergil's wrist, where the cuff had accidentally pressed on too tight. “It was only a precaution. “ Advent murmmed.

Advent explained to the brothers everything that was going on. From who they are and where they are. Dante didn’t care for much. He was too busy rubbing his face on the cough, humming, and closing his eyes. But Vergil, as tense as he is, was willing to listen.

“The place you're in is called Redgrave Central. It could be a different universe from your city. Because here, the only demon attacks happen on odd bases, although that means the city could have some hidden gate of hell. Not much can be done. And I know this place feels different for you. But if you let me, I can help you two get around this town, and help you two with your er, loss of your demon powers. Just promise not to kill me or any innocent people” Advent added with a small laugh. Vergil crossed his arms, “And how will I know that you aren’t just leading us to get killed? After all, you did punch Dante.

“It was on;y a precaution!” They butted in. Standing up they held their hand in front of Vergil. “Well like a song says, just make a deal with the devil. Let me help you, and in turn, you help me learn about you two. But if things don’t work, then you have all the right in the world to kill me. Do we have a deal?”. Vergil hesitantly grabs advent’s hand. “Deal.”

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(Finncest)

I Can’t Believe I Loved You

Chapter Two: I’m Okay

“Heh, I bet he’s looking for me this very second.” Fern wonders. “Probab-” “FERN!!! THERE YOU ARE!!! I’VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE- Oh, hey Hw.” Jake exceeds. “Hey man.” She nods.

INFO!!

Huntress Wizard!!

(HW)

??? years old

She/Her/They/Them/Saige

Finn’s GF

Rad and Straight (guys)

“Hey Jake..” Fern looks away. Jake looks at Fern.

Meanwhile,

“Hey Doc- Finn?? Why are you here??” Ice King complains. Finn stares for a moment before clearing his throat. “So what’s been bothering you?” Finn takes out. pen and clipboard. “Uh, well my back aches and everything smells like licorice- except for licorice, which tastes like-”

Finn jumps onto the hospital bed and cracks Ice King’s back. “ACK!” He yelps. “So how do you feel now?” Finn asks, standing on the bed. “I feel…GREAT!!!” Ice King floats around the room. “I FEEL 500 YEARS OLD AGAIN!!!” Finn smiles thinking he’s doing his job well.

CRASH!!

“Yikes! I’ma get outta here!” Ice King yells as he flies out excitingly. “FINN!!” Jake smashes in holding Fern. “Hey buddy, y’know what? How about you have Fern help you?” He then stumbles out. “Ah.” He smacks his lips. “How about you just sit until I need you?” Fern gets up. “Okay..”

Patient after patient, Fern just watches. Until finally, something interesting happens. “When I drop this sword: Susan’s hero reflexes will kick in! Any questions?” One doctor puts his hand up but another doctor puts it back down. “No no, I wanna see where this goes.” Finn drops the sword. Doctor Princess walks in. “Hey guys, I’m back fr- WHAT THE FLIP??” She throws her glasses, knocking the sword from hitting Susan. “FINN!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!” “I’ll tell you.” Fern volunteers from the chair in the corner. “Susan would’ve been fine. In fact, she might have even woke up.” Doctor Princess hesitates. Then exhales. “Both, out now. I’ll take care of this.” Finn returns her coat and both boys leave the Candy Kingdom hospital. They both share an awkward silence.

“Would Susan have woken up from that? I mean, yeah I guess what I did was stupid but…would it have worked?” Finn wonders. “I doubt it, I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.”

“Be NICER..”

Fern sighs. “So, how’s your day been?” Finn hesitates. “I dunno, it was alright, I guess. “Same here.” He replies. Another awkward silence formed in between them. “Should I call Jake to pick us up?”

“Make him think you CARE!! Hang out with him!!”

Fern sighs again. “How about we go somewhere?” “Really? Where?” “Hmm, I think HW wanted to see you or something?” Finn’s face reddened a bit. “Ah, okay…Let’s go then!”

Later,

“HW????” Finn screams into her house.“Shush she’s probably tryna sleep!” Fern loudly whispers. Yet Finn talks loudly again. “Trust me, she doesn’t sleep during the day.” Fern looked around concerned. “Well then what if she’s busy right n-” “Hey guys.” HW pops up behind them. They both scream but then calm down. She sways her left hand and the branched door opens. “Heh, so you weren’t home!” Fern chuckles to himself and eyes Finn. “Do you two wanna come in or?” “Oh! Yeah sure!” Finn agrees and looks at Fern with a face that would read ‘did she really ask for me?’ They both walk in and sit on the floor by a river steaming through the house. HW sits across from them as she crosses her arm.

Intimidating…

“Why did you come? Do you need something? If you need food, there’s some in the pantry.” Finn looks at Fern. “Oh uh, Finn wanted to see you?” Fern lied. Finn’s face became a little flustered but still in disbelief. HW relaxed herself and stares at Finn for a moment before chuckling to herself. “I knew you were ‘totally in love with me’.” Finn looks away a little more flustered. “Hey that reminds me,” HW’s mind starts to wonder off. “People wanted to know to know what’s going on with you, Fern. You are nothing like Finn.” She reveals. “What?! How am I nothing like him?!” Fern questions angrily. “Well you are quiet, lazy, and anybody rarely seems to see you around.” HW explains. Finn chuckles. “Wah…WHAT???” Fern’s face displays visible anger while Finn breaks out laughing. Fern covers his face. “Fern! She’s just concerned!” Finn tries to comfort his doppelgänger while still snickering. Then, a loud bang noise is heard outside and HW goes put to check what was. Meanwhile, Finn is left to try and cheer up Fern. He lifts Fern’s head up and pushes it to where Fern is laying on the ground. He pats Fern’s forehead for a bit. “Do you feel better now?” He asks in a dollish yet comforting tone. “Yeah..” HW comes back in with a dead rabbit and a dead bird. “I think the bird thought my house was a normal tree. Is Fern better now?” She asks, tossing the carcasses into the pantry area. “Fern you okay?” She asks again as she sits next to Finn, crisscrossed. “Yeah, I’m good…” Fern looks away as he speaks. HW looks outside to see that it’s already getting dark. “I think I’ll be heading to bed now,” she looks over at the boys. “Use the sleeping bags if you need to.” She mentions. Fern sits up with a thumbs up in hand. HW then softly kisses Finn and walks off to her sleeping room. (Can’t call it a bedroom if there is literally no bed.) Finn puts a hand on where she kissed and blushed a bit as he turned to watch her leave. “Lovebirds, huh?” Fern asks with a grin. Finn turns back to Fern with an annoyed face. “It’s nothing serious.”

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Thor: Final Part

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

"Heimdall! Open the Bifrost!" Thor demands. As soon as you land on the ground, Thor turns to his friends with a worried look. "He would open it if he could. I fear the worst."

"Then we're trapped here forever."

"Not necessarily," you state. You raise your right arm and a blast of blue power stems from your core and is ejected from your hand. A blue mystical cloud hovers ten feet in front of you. "A portal to Asgard. The Observatory."

"This is where we part," Thor says to Jane.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I hope so."

Thor pulls Jane closer to him and kisses her as if this is the last time he is going to see her. You give them five seconds of a moment before you pull Thor away.

"Okay, that's sweet but we need to go. You'll see her later."

You push Thor through the portal and jump through yourself, the four warriors going through after you. The portal closes once everyone comes through, and you look around the golden Observatory. Heimdall is slumped over the controls as he is wounded.

"Get him to the healing room! Leave my brother to me. Y/N, I'd like it if you came with me."

"Yeah. I have some words for your brother as well."

You and Thor take off flying toward the golden castle in a hurry, and you two bust into the infirmary where Odin lies. He isn't dead, just... sleeping? Thor seems relieved that his father isn't dead, and his mother seems very happy to see him. Loki is holding Gungnir and there are two dead Jotuns on the floor.

"Thor! I knew you'd return to us!"

Frigga hugs her eldest son but his eyes are trained on Loki's. The younger brother looks at you, and for a moment--a split second--you see a longing pain in his eyes.

"Why don't you tell her about how you sent the Destroyer to kill our friends? To kill me?"

"What?" Frigga gasps and looks at Loki.

"It must have been enforcing Father's last command."

"You're a talented liar, brother. Always have been."

"It's good to have you back," Loki smiles but turns serious. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to destroy Jotunheim."

Loki points Gungnir at Thor and fires, sending him flying out of the castle. He points Gungnir at you before doing the same. It takes you a few seconds to regain your composure before you stop yourself from falling. You fly down to Thor to make sure he's okay before helping him up.

"We have to stop him."

"Way ahead of you."

You and Thor follow Loki to the Observatory only to see the Bifrost open and pointed right at Jotunheim. Loki has used the Casket of Winters to freeze the sword in the machine so that no one can remove it. If no one can remove it, then the Bifrost will stay open and destroy Jotunheim.

"You can't stop it. The Bifrost will build until it rips Jotunheim apart."

"You wanna bet?" you ask.

The sword is encased in ice, and you control water. You begin to melt the ice so that the sword may be free but Loki isn't having any of it. He points Gungnir at you and fires, and you get blasted back several hundred yards out of the Observatory. Thor raises his hammer to try and break the ice when Loki fires upon him as well. Thor lands right next to you with a pained grunt, and he looks at his brother heartbreakingly.

"Why have you done this?"

"To prove to Father that I am the worthy son. When he wakes, I will have saved his life. I will have destroyed that race of monsters. I will be the true heir to the throne!"

"You can't kill an entire race!"

"Why not? What is this newfound love for the Frost Giants? You, who would have killed them all with your bare hands?"

You and Thor get up and face Loki.

"I've changed."

"So have I." Loki hits Thor across the face with Gungnir, leaving behind a red mark. "Fight me." Loki hits Thor again and sends him flying back even further. "I never wanted the throne. I only wanted to be your equal!"

"I will not fight you, brother!" Thor shouts and gets up.

"I am not your brother. I never was."

"Loki, this is madness."

"Is it?" Loki is shaking with rage but his eyes hold so much pain. "Is it?!" Tears form in his eyes that break your heart to see. "Is it? What happened to you on earth that turned you so soft? Don't tell me it was a woman!" Loki laughs when he realizes he is right. "It was. Perhaps when we're finished here I'll pay her a little visit myself!"

That did it. Thor uses his hammer to fly at Loki so they go crashing back into the Observatory. Loki has years of pent-up rage and jealousy with Thor having no choice but to defend himself. Loki fires Gungnir, sending Thor sliding across the floor and knocking Mjolnir from his hand. Just as Thor picks up his hammer, Loki flies at his brother and crashes through the Observatory dome. They both stumble, Loki a bit more than his brother. Loki falls over the edge and hangs on for dear life.

"Loki!" you gasp and run over to him.

"Thor! Y/N! Help me!" You and Thor look over the edge to see Loki dangling. "Brother, please." when Thor doesn't answer, he turns his gaze to you. "Y/N, please."

It's the way he is soft-spoken that is pulling at your heartstrings. You reach down to help him up when he disappears in a shimmer of green. The real Loki materializes right behind you and shoves Gungnir right through your abdomen. You gasp at the pain and look at Loki with hurtful eyes. Throw shoves his brother off you only to receive the same treatment. Loki uses his magic to create clones of himself all around you so it's hard to determine who is the right one. Thor raises his hammer and summons lighting to strike every single Loki, including the original one.

The younger brother goes flying back, losing his grip on Gungnir. Thor staggers over to Loki and places Mjolnir on his chest so that he won't be able to get up. You lift your shirt to see your wound already closed. All that's left is the blood on your skin where the wound once was. Loki yells out in anger and tries to lift Mjolnir but can't. Thor looks at the Bifrost desperately as he tries to figure out a way to close it.

He staggers closer to the Observatory but the power of the Bifrost is what's keeping him from entering. You walk over to Loki and kneel next to him so that he's forced to look at you. You reach out and touch his cheeks delicately with the back of your fingers.

"You stole my life from me." It's the only explanation as to why you're getting these memories now. It's why you didn't remember it before. "You took my memories and hid them away. Why? The man I knew is not the man I see now. Don't you remember what I told you before? 'Life isn't worth living if you're going to spend yours in jealousy for your brother. It's not good to live in resentment. You're too good for them.' Do you not remember that?"

Loki stares at you with tears in his eyes. He does remember. Your words, everything you said to him in that year, have been on a constant loop in his mind.

"I happen to think you're the better brother, anyway," you whisper. "I'm sorry I didn't come back for you."

If Loki could push you away, he would. You get up and put some distance between you and the younger brother. Without you in his face, he forces down his feelings for you so he can focus on his brother who is still trying to get into the Observatory.

"Look at you, the Mighty Thor. With all your strength, what good does it do you now? You hear me, brother?! There's nothing you can do!"

Thor knows Loki's right. He's powerless to stop what's happening. He looks down at the Bridge beneath his feet, vibrating from the force and speed of the Bifrost energy feeding into the Observatory. Thor looks at his hammer in thought. He hates it but he knows what he has to do, what he must sacrifice. Thor extends his hand towards Loki, summoning Mjolnir. The hammer goes flying into his grasp, leaving Loki confused.

With all of his strength, he slams Mjolnir right onto the rainbow bridge, cracking it immensely. Thor is going to break off the bridge and strand you here if you don't stop him.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" Loki gasps and gets to his feet.

"Thor! Stop!" you yell.

Thor lifts the hammer again and brings it down harder. The crack grows bigger and more deadly. With a couple of more hits, this bridge will crack for good.

"If you destroy the Bridge, you'll never see her again!" Loki yells.

Thor raises his hand to slam Mjolnir down again with a pained look on his face. Loki grabs Gungnir and runs toward him to stop him, but Thor delivers the final blow that shatters the bridge to pieces. Rainbow energy explodes from the impact, sending you, Thor, and Loki back several hundred yards away. A wave of destruction moves forward along the Bridge towards the Observatory, breaking it apart as it goes.

The Observatory breaks off into pieces and rips itself apart. Thor and Loki fall off the edge of the rainbow bridge while you land right in the middle of it. Before the brothers can fall to their deaths, Odin suddenly appears holding Gungnir. Thor grabs onto one end while Loki grabs onto the other. You groan and sit up only to see Odin with both his son's lives in his hands.

Loki searches his father's face for some kind of approval, some kind of redemption, but all he sees is disappointment and regret.

"I could have done it, Father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"

"No, Loki."

Loki sees this as rejection and has already decided his fate. You crawl over to the edge of the bridge in time to see Loki let go of Gungnir.

"No!!" Thor yells emotionally.

All three of you watch Loki fall into the rushing torrent of Bifrost energy. It carries him away, along with the debris of the Bridge and the Observatory, disappearing out of sight. Seeing him fall brings you back to when you saw Bucky fall. The memory of losing two men you loved is too painful to watch, so you pull away tearfully.

Asgard deals with death in a different way. Instead of mourning, they celebrate life. The royal family holds a feast in Loki's honor but you're too heartbroken to eat. Everyone is surrounding the table laughing and having a good time while you're off to the side trying not to cry. Frigga looks up when Thor passes by her, and she notices you in the corner by yourself. She grabs a snack before heading over to you.

"Fancy something to eat?" she offers the food.

"No, thank you. I am so sorry for your loss."

"I am sorry for yours."

You look into her eyes with tears in yours.

"Do you remember life after the battle? When I was here? I'm still having trouble remembering the entirety."

"Yes. After Markus had left, you were lost and broken. We all knew he would come back for you eventually, but Loki took a liking to you. I found it very difficult to break you two apart."

Two tears fall from your eyes at her words.

"Why did he take my memories?"

"That I don't know the answer to."

"I loved your son."

"I know you did. From what I saw, he loved you, too."

You lower your head and silently cry. The wound from losing Bucky has reopened, this time for Loki. Everything you felt for Bucky, you felt for Loki. Two men on different sides of the same coin. Two men who you've loved passionately and without selfishness.

"I need to get home. There must be a way off this planet without the use of the Bifrost."

"There is. Loki is always coming and going through secret entrances. I'm afraid, only he knows where they are. If you look closely, you'll be able to find them."

If Loki found a way out, then so can you. The only person who might know where those hidden spots are is Heimdall who is still posted at the end of the rainbow bridge. You leave the party and take your time walking down the long rainbow bridge. You're in deep thought that you don't hear something ringing from your pocket.

The pager you gave to Phil seems to be working because he's trying to get ahold of you now. It's one-way only so you can't talk to him. However, there is a screen where he can type a message. The message is short and simple, just enough to get the point across.

TESSERACT ON EARTH.

You're not sure what the situation is, but if they found the Tesseract then they're in big trouble. You have to get off this planet now. You jog the rest of the way to Heimdall who knows you're coming.

"Hi," you say and stand beside him. "Without the Observatory, it's pretty empty. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Loki is always coming and going from this place without the use of the Bifrost. I need to get home. Do you know where I can go?"

"There are entrances hidden all over this place. Most are hidden even from my eyes which is why Loki was able to come and go without me seeing him. However, I do know they come from the mountains. I'm afraid that's all the information I can give you."

"Okay. Thank you." You turn to leave when you pause. "One more question. Can you see Xenia?"

"Yes."

"How is it doing?"

You haven't been back home in centuries. You kind of miss home if you're being honest.

"The planet is happy. Everything is in working order. All the toxic energy has been long gone. I can safely assume you're the only survivor of that tragic time."

"So, there's no need to try and go back there?"

"There's no need to bring up the past."

"Is Markus still alive?"

If he knows about your planet, then he knows about what Markus did to you.

"There are limitations to what I can see. With the right power, people can hide from me. When I tell you I can't see him, it's either because he's dead or he's hiding from me."

At least you have somewhat of an answer. It's time to get the hell off this planet and back to Earth, your real home.

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