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medic-simp · 4 months

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Just Go To Sleep - Third Night

Rating: Gen || Chapter Word Count: 962Chapter Content Warnings: one-sided pillow fight, silco snoring, silco being a bitch, slow burn

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Summary:

Hard times fall upon you and your apartment is unlivable. You have no one to ask for help other than your boss, Silco. Luckily, he's got some space for you.

If it was a different situation, one might think to themselves, I could get used to this. Warm fluffy bed, three nights in a row? Sounds fucking amazing! You’ve never seen such hospital behavior from Silco, especially after you’ve woken up atop him, kneed him in the balls, and had to borrow his clothes. However, as you kick him for the millionth time, you would likely rather poison the man than put up with him and his infernal snoring any longer.

He stirs now at your most recent jab, starting groggily.

“What…?”

Silco shifts a hand through his bed-ridden hair, not doing much to calm the rogue strands sticking up and out from his head as he sits up. The baggy maroon t-shirt he wears is clinging to his chest with its loose material, too big for him and giving only a hint at what the lithe frame underneath may look like. It’s a sleep shirt that has been worn through many a restless night. It looks older than you.

“What did you kick me for?” The squinty glare he gives you is far from intimidating as he continues to wake up a little more, but you can certainly tell how annoyed he is. Normally, you would care, your life would be on the line putting him in a mood this sour. But he certainly deserves it.

“Because you won’t stop fucking snoring!” you hiss, leaning forward from your propped up position to give your wrists a break. Silco cuts a glare that screams, that's crazy, and suddenly, you’re tempted to grab your pillow and hit him.

“I don’t snore,” he scoffs, flopping back into the sheets and moving further away from you. You’ve just decided that previous temptation might not have been such a bad thing.

Without second thought your hands shoot behind you, take your pillow in hand, and obliterate Silco’s head with a single blow. The harsh whoomf! echoes in the quiet of the room, ringing dully with the air settling around you, and you swear you can hear the gears churning in Silco’s brain as he tries to fully process the fact that you just hit him with a pillow.

He sits up once again, not looking at you but off into the distance. The breath he takes before he actually speaks to you is one that sends anxiety surging through your bones. For all you know you’re about to get murdered by this man–but his mouth quickly closes again in a slight reconsideration of his thoughts.

“You’re having trouble in your apartment,” he starts and you cannot help the irritated roll of your eyes. You are so very unwilling to hear a lecture from him at, oh, let’s say, one o’clock in the morning.

“You cannot sleep anywhere, and of course you talk to me about it.” Silco’s volume hovers just under normal speaking levels, a low, tired roll of thunder that resonates much more gravely and indignant than usual. He sounds confused, an emotion it never occurred to you that Silco could express, him being so knowledgeable all the time.

“You refuse the offer of my office couch.”

“Because I couldn’t sleep on that brick if my life depended–!”

“You refuse the offer of my office couch.” At your interruption, Silco’s voice raises noticeably above normal speaking volume, not quite loud enough to be disruptive, but certainly enough to make you stop talking.

“And when I open up my personal space to share with you, something I have never been fond of doing with anyone–less, my damn employees–and I lend you my bloody clothes, you assault me with my own bedware in my own bed!”

Not another second passes before you give up and throw the covers off yourself, marching towards the door in your tank top and shorts.

“Where are your other pillows?”

Silco is up in half a second, rubbing his temples in agitated circles.

“You will not touch another pillow,” he hisses, “bloody weapons in your hands.”

You scoff, “I’m not going to hit you again,” but Silco does not relent.

“How am I supposed to trust you after you’ve just hit me? I should throw you back out into the office for all of thi-”

“Just give me two fucking minutes!”

Silco is stunned–you are stunned–but he acquiesces.

“They’re in that closet. Three or four more.”

He holds out a finger towards a set of paneled doors. His cheeks are red hot with anger, that fiery red eye almost searing a hole into you, but he doesn’t say another word.

Soon, you’re hauling all of the pillows you can find to Silco’s bed and pile them up on the pillow he already had, building a hefty lump that he just glares at in befuddlement. He doesn’t ask you what it’s for, but the crease in his brow is enough for you to explain.

“If you sit up while sleeping you’ll stop snoring.”

Silco is deadpan, “I’m not sleeping on that.”

“Yeah? Well I’m not sleeping period while you snore like a fucking ogre.”

Silco sneers, “Neither of us will sleep if you’re slinging pillows like a bloody troll.”

Holy shit. He just said that.

You’re speechless. No matter how badly you want to respond to Silco, to throw shit back at his face, to call him names and all other matters of foul derogatives, you’re at a loss for words. Instead, you simply climb into bed and roll away from him, hoping Silco catches the stubborn silence you’re making a point with.

Silco scoffs, and doesn’t say a word more. Soon, the light is turned out and Silco is in bed too.

As the room settles into a peaceful quiet, you can’t help but notice that Silco doesn’t toss away the pillows.

#silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco arcane #silco x reader #silco x you #slow burn #just go to sleep #JGTS #lilith writes #medic-simp #mdni

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veradragonjedi · 11 months

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I'm asking for BBB Luke lore 🤲

ABSJSGGXUZGSJHS OKAY— ARHH

I'm so eeped about this because!!! Aroorororororo omg???? AAAAA thank you, you total legend.

Here is the bit I wrote a while back about Tatooine Lore, plus how he survived with weaker skin, and here is a little about how I worked around the traditional aspect of a vampire and how their creation might carefully slot into the gffa!

I think I'd really like to freaking talk about his mental state, loneliness, longing, self-loathing etc, sooo this is slightly heavier? But you write like the most doomed-to-fail angst-ridden stories, so I think you're alright with it. (I won't go into triggering territory as that stuff is barely mentioned in the story fr, I just wanna spill somewhere yk??)

I wanna preface this by saying that I have not completely rewritten Luke's character to be apathetic or depressing, and that his soft and cheerful demeanour and sweet behaviours naturally shine through his Jedi Master veil (pun unintended). But, when you're a vampire, and when vampires are notoriously whispered about in the far corners of your galaxy to be thieves, murderers, blood-drinkers etc, it becomes very difficult to make and maintain healthy relationships with those around you. And, as we know that in the actual OT, Luke's relationship with his friends, father, Master, sister, and his trust in all of them, is what guides him and leads him to conquer the darkness in the galaxy, when Luke loses that trust, he begins to lose faith in everything else he knows.

Not only that, but that darkness begins to return. (We don't talk about that yet. 🤫)

Anyway, I think anyone who has experienced a kind of betrayal and loneliness like he has is unready to actually place themselves in a situation where they might face the same ordeal. (You read more about that betrayal, hurt and anguish in chapter 9!)

That's where Din comes in. Aaaand also why Luke is so determined to know whether Din plans to leave him or not in the future. He's been left behind numerous times in his life. If Din leaves, especially with Grogu, he won't be able to continue living knowing that he's failed.

At least Grogu will be safe, right?

This leads him down a very very dark, repetitive mindset once he begins to develop feelings for Din. This loop looks something like this. 👇

I am a Jedi -> no attachments -> I am attached to Din -> therefore Din must leave Yavin, as he is a detriment to my training -> if he leaves Yavin, I won't be able to cope alone, as he will take Grogu and my purpose will be stripped from me -> if Din leaves Yavin, I will die -> I don't want to die, as I haven't completely my training, and the Force will not accept me -> but I am a Jedi -> Jedi have no attachments -> I am attached to Din.

And so on and so forth.

As well as, I love Din -> Din could not possibly love me -> if I tell him I love him, he will leave me, because he doesn't love me -> if he leaves me, I will die -> I don't want to die -> but living with Din when he's outside my reach hurts me -> which means Din has to leave -> if he leaves I will die -> I don't want to die -> I don't want to die because I have Din -> I love Din

As you can see, it's viscious. (I'm viscious. Me. The author. I'm not always mean to Luke I swear-)

Sooo... its a bit of a predicament, as you can see, but I won't explain how I solve it, as that's for my readers to live in fear about.

I also love believing that Luke has ADHD, PTSD and other anxiety disorders, hallucinative tendencies — because, as a vampire, he is particularly intuned to the Force, and can see things that many people can not.

I'll leave it at the last idea that, when he sees things that others can't, it bothers him, because often it is an irregularity, a shift from his comfortable zone in spacetime, or the demons rapping at his door, and he can't change it because it is out of his dimension :3

Anyway! Thank you so much, Nova. I really needed this OFF my chest and AT someone. Ily, ty :3

Actually gonna add my taglist here- ♡

@airlocksandaviaries @positivityjediprince @surfing-on-a-soundwave @materassassino @vanishedangels @idkbishsss @jspookywolf @pebblish (tell me if you'd like to be added or removed!)

+ @iamscoby (cos u aren't on the chapter tagliatelle, but ik u get the emails ♡)

#ugh. Nova youre a legend for saving meeeee tysm kis kis kis #star wars #luke skywalker #dinluke #din djarin #bbb!luke #blood blindfolds and butterflies #the mandalorian #skydalorian #vee answers

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perksofbeingamaineiac · 3 months

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February 12, 2024

It was a good weekend.

Friday night we went to the gym and relaxed. We had a good workout and I am still sore.

Saturday we went to an adult indoor playground for his sister's birthday, then I came home did some laundry, and organized before the girls got here and we went to out Galentine's dinner. We came back to my house and played a murder mystery game that took us 3 hours.

Overall Galentine's was good. I did have a couple of realizations.

I really don't know what Alessia expects from men in relationships to like them. She was telling is that one of her friends is getting married, but she doesn't like the guy and she was explaining a few reasons, which I can maybe agree were reasons to be questionable about someone, but not dislike them to that amount. Maybe there's more than she told us. It just made me realize that she has a view on relationships and I don't know how realistic it is. People are going to argue and act ridiculous sometimes. That shouldn't be a defining moment. She isn't only like this with me but with all her friends and their partners. She made a comment about never finding someone last time we hung out, because of her expectations and I am seeing that be true, more and more. I hope she meets someone who will make her understand the ebb and flow of a relationship and how it can be great, but have its quirks.

The communication between the 3 of us is still selective. I asked Christina about her job situation and she said she would tell us in person, then Alessia finished her sentences and jumped to parts of the story like I knew already. Also, Christina went to the same psychic I went to and didn't tell me, but Alessia knew everything already. I didn't even get the full thing of what happened because the conversation moved on too quick. The fomo/jealousy is annoying, but it hurts less. I expect it.

Politics came up a few times and I really had to sit back and be quiet. I agree with them to certain extents, but not fully all the time. People should always be treated with respect.

I think I am still processing it all.

Yesterday was also a good day. Woke up to Braeden, I went to my facial while he went to hockey and then he met me to sell a snake and then go to my Nonnas for lunch. We came back to mine after and we planned our next week and a bit. I really want to block weekends off the calendar so we can go to the cottage more. We only have one Italy wedding and that's it. So hopefully the summer will be less busy than last. I kind of want to make a summer bucket list with him. Take a picture of each thing and make an album. I will talk to him about it.

I should set up a Sping goals check-in with Alessia soon too. I want to figure out a card or note for Braeden for Friday. I need to think of a plan to sell more snakes. I may be due to take some more pictures too.

One more thing about Galentines, Alessia asked how Braeden was. I said good and talked about his sister's birthday a little and there were no more questions asked. I tried not to talk about him much. I feel like I can say all the good things in the world, but if ever I say anything they don't agree with, all those good things won't matter. I want to refrain from having him come up all the time so they don't judge that either. It's a little sad that I have to be so calculated.

I guess two more things. Braeden slept at my house the night of Galentines, so I let them know he was coming over and that he was just going to say hi and go to bed. They said "he could play with us" and I don't know if they meant it. Braeden brought up the point, that they might judge him for not wanting to play. He was tired though, he was asleep when I went to bed. Such a double-ended sword.

Work last week was anxiety-ridden. I had a task due on Friday that I knew was impossible to complete. I did my best and told them I would continue to update, but it was a lot of work and their 2-week deadline was unrealistic due to one whole week of it I was in a studio and being pulled to prioritize other things. I mean it's hovering over me now, but I feel like as long as I can update and continue to work on it, it will be okay.

My direct boss is on vacation this week so we will see how things go.

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thatpunkmaximoff · 8 months

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Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

This book is a fast-paced, dark romance that will leave you giggling at some parts and fanning yourself at others. I loved the mystery and the reveal, even if it broke my heart a little, and was left wanting more of Wolf.

Now enjoy my rambling thoughts...

* Oh sure. Send in the awkward, anxiety-ridden girl to murder someone 😂

* Aw damn. Someone murdered her mark before her.

* Why is it so hot when a guy cages you in with his body? I know he kidnapped her, but damn..

* Well this escalated quickly 👀 Holy shit, he really spanked the fuck outta her.

* She’s dead set that her brother will protect her, but I don’t think that’s the case. I have a feeling she’s gonna get a rude reality check soon.

* I’m gonna laugh if these two are fucking related 😂 Wolf keeps mentioning a sister and Everleigh just mentioned Wolf is doing the dishes strangely similar to the way her dad used to 👀

* Ahh. The one bed trope. I love it.

* “I’ll open the door, and you can run. Then the big, bad wolf is going to chase you. This is your chance to escape, but if I catch you, you’re mine. And I will catch you.”

* She ran 🤦🏻‍♀️ and he fucking caught her within minutes 😂

* His dick is pierced. And he totally just ruined her on the forest floor 😏

* Oh so we get a POV from the brother Asher. And apparently he’s not happy his sister is missing. Sorry to break it to you, dude, but she’s getting dicked down in the woods.

* The fucking chipmunk.. oh my god 😂

* Oh fuck. He was supposed to kill her too? The Kings are double crossing each other now?!

* Oh shit. They set her up for the murder of an undercover cop.

* And now she’s missing after Wolf left her in the car to go get snacks! This bitch is dumb.

* The fucking brother. I knew it! I knew he was gonna be a piece of shit.

* Wait.. he’s not her brother..?

* I knew Wolf would save her. That’s my man.

* Goddamn. Way to go, Everleigh. I knew you had it in you.

* Dun, dun, dun. Meeting with the Kings of Blood. How will this go? Especially since they want Everleigh dead.

* Well that was easy. Wolf probably owes a lot of money, but she’s safe now so…

* Nausea that’s getting worse? She’s pregnant! Lol.

* “Baby, look. We’re having a chipmunk.” — oh my god 😭

* They fucking named their kid “chipmunk” 🤣 Not really, but close enough.

#blood #aspen campbell #dark romance #booktok book review #book review #everleigh #wolf

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dendrograna · 2 years

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Respite AU Headcanons + Little Update

Soooo I have a bunch of little ideas I wanna write some drabbles/headcanons about, but I don't think they'll be long enough to work into Respite Hereafter. So, I'll be posting a few extra bits of information soon, to hold you guys over until I can get the next part of Respite Hereafter out.

I've also decided to dub this au the "respite au," primarily because nothing comes up when i searched for it so i won't be stepping on someone else's toes. So all the posts related to this au will be tagged #respite au :]

Also, little update:

For those unaware, my house caught fire in late January and I've been living out of a hotel ever since. I originally thought I'd be home in 2-3 weeks. It's been 3 months and they haven't even started.

Good news, though: we finally know when they'll be done !! Construction will start either this week or on Monday, and it will be a 2-3 week job, so I should be home in around 4 weeks (which is better than the 5-6 I thought it would be) !! Very exciting :]

Anyway !! I wanna ramble about the lore of the respite au for a little bit, here's some additional headcanons I couldn't really work into the next part hehe

tw // cultish behavior, trauma, past abuse, implied past starvation

Like I eluded to in the latest part of Respite Hereafter, the people are terrified of the power your impostor held. They were incredibly cruel, and the people were terrified that they might just murder everyone. Your impostor regularly discussed genocide with their servants, contemplated whether Teyvat had earned the privilege of living any longer, like a veiled threat. So your people threw themselves at the impostor, desperate to earn their favor just enough to keep them from destroying everything.

People regularly sent themselves into debt and spent money they didn't have just to make sure your impostor was satisfied. They see it as an honor for their gifts to be brought to your feet, offered up in protection of their nations and their lives.

The impostor rarely even looked at the things offered to them, let alone cherished them. The maids had grown used to throwing out boxes on boxes of very expensive jewelry, art, incense, candles, anything the people could think to give up. You, on the other hand...

The first shipment they bring you is from Snezhnaya, and right on top is a black box from a particularly wealthy ginger Harbinger. Inside said black box is an ornately decorated crown, gold chains and gems hanging from the sides made to be braided into your hair, and with high-pointed spikes that resembled a halo. "As one of your radiance deserves," the attached note says.

You often get overwhelmed with all the praise and worship and your acolytes get so worried. When they bring you their offerings and they see the tears clinging to your eyelashes they feel horrible; they believe their offerings are not to your liking. They'll do better next time, please forgive them!

When you explain that you aren't upset at all and that you love and cherish all of their offerings so much it makes you emotional, they... don't know what to think. Some of them begin to doubt your abilities as their Creator, because how could someone so powerful be so kind and gentle? Surely if you had such power you would be showing it off, right?

These arguments don't often last long. You may not resort to violence as punishment for such blasphemy, but that doesn't mean your acolytes won't. They simply won't stand for someone dirtying and doubting your holy name in this way. Even if you doubt it yourself sometimes.

Your acolytes are getting over some pretty heavy trauma, but... You are too. You try your hardest not to let it show just how anxiety-ridden you are, but some of your little quirks just give it away. The maids find you attempting to save your food sometimes, claiming that even though you're hungry now, you'll be even more hungry later. You still flinch whenever someone comes at you too fast, and you don't appreciate walking in front of others or having your back turned. You often have your guards walk in front of you, even though you're more at risk of being attacked from behind that way. You know your guards are armed and they're behind you, and you can't handle the invasive thoughts that brings.

Yet even though you're struggling so much yourself, you try so hard to not show it for their sake. Your acolytes are suffering too, and they need someone strong to support them. So you put your own traumas on the backburner to help them.

You try so hard to make them feel comfortable around you. It's a very slow, very gradual process, but you regularly sneak out to roam the streets, just so your people can get used to seeing you in a casual, friendly way. You aren't there to hurt them, you don't expect to be bowed to or given gifts, you're there only to earn their trust.

On one such occasion as you walk through the streets of Mondstadt alone, finally stealing a second away from your guards, a small child you happen to recognize barrels straight into you. She gasps and topples over, and when she meets your eyes, the terrified, ashamed look on her face breaks your heart. Klee.

Jean isn't far behind her, calling for her to come back and to apologize to the person she'd just run into. When she realizes that it's you, she freezes.

Before she can even begin to apologize or plead for forgiveness, though, you kneel beside Klee, ask if she's hurt in the gentlest voice you could muster, and offer her a hand up. She's shaking and you hear a whimper escape her when you speak.

Jean kneels in a bow, apologizing on Klee's behalf for harming you. The whole debacle gains the attention of everyone else around, who upon realizing you've graced them with your presence, do the same.

You take Klee's hand and help her up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. You smile at her, ever-forgiving and kind, and explain that it's okay, she didn't mean to. You made Jean promise she wouldn't give Klee a harsher punishment for bumping into you before your guards finally caught up to you, insisting you return to the palace.

It's gonna be a long road to recovery for both you and your acolytes, but you make a promise to yourself that you'll be there for them, every step of the way.

Aaaaand that's that !! Part 4 of Respite Hereafter should be done pretty soon (?) this is just something to hold you guys (and myself lol) over until then :]

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #genshin impact x reader #genshin self aware #genshin impact #genshin x reader #respite au

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whataboringstory · 3 years

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I don’t think we talk about how much of a feral country boy Merlin was in season one (and the earlier seasons generally).

I haven’t rewatched the show since May so my memory is a little rusty but this boy shows up to Camelot- a place where he will literally be murdered if he flashes his sparkly eyes around- with so much damn confidence. It’s a little iconic and my anxiety-ridden ass is a little jealous. But like only a little because feral country boy was a bit of a mess.

He shows up to Camelot and on his first day, he tries to start a fight with a knight. A KNIGHT. Not only is he a knight but he’s also the PRINCE. It’s good and all standing up for the little guy and trying to get the knights to treat the servant better but this feral country boy straight up RIPS OFF HIS JACKET and just LAUCHES himself at a fucking KNIGHT who was THROWING KNIVES a second ago. Feral. Iconic. Lil country boy has no shame and no self-preservation.

Then the next day, feral bastard bumps into Prince Prat again and just sasses him so fucking hard. Who gave him the authority to hold that much sass in his feral body. Feral boy then gets into annother goddam fight.

Again, my memory’s shite so I’m skipping to season 1 episode 4 when Merlin accuses Bayard(?) of poisoning Arthur’s chalice. Feral boy is so confident in that scene. He STARES this KING down that he just accused being like “it’s alright, I’ll drink the poison and you’ll see that this bitch is a lying stinky bitch that just tried to poison my prince. RIP me I guess but at least I’m not a liar” and downs the glass while keeping DIRECT EYE CONTACT. Feral energy.

Skipping ahead again to season 2 episode 1 because my memory’s shite. Feral farm boy full on BODYSLAMS Cedric into the floor, wrestles with him then crawls under Arthur’s bed trying to fucking catch him while Arthur is looking on so confused about why he’s in love with this fucking idiot who is ready to throw hands 24/7.

Jump to season 2 episode 7. Guias is accused of sorcery, Uther sentenced him to death, Aridian (i cba to google how to spell his name, bitch doesnt deserve a correct spelling) goes on about purging the magic out of him with fire. Feral farm lad pops out and starts shouting about how arridian is a liar and charges towards him. He then has to be half tackled and dragged away by Arthur while looking like an angry mouse. Then once Arthur has him out of sight in the dungeons, Feral country boy tries to deck Arthur in the face. Valid reaction but fucking feral.

I know there’s gotta be countless more examples but thats all I can come up with today. I really wonder what he was like in Ealdor. He was probably bullied a lot by the other kids, because 1) he’s a little magic boy who can barely control himself at the start, so he probably acted pretty strange in order to keep the secret 2) He’s a bastard 3) He’s a sweetheart who’s so kind and lovely and that’s often seen as a weakness in men(which is total bull). So yeah, he probably didn’t have the best time. But he did have his friend Will, who was also feral and very angry and probs not the best influence, but he really needed will there.(I bet they caused so much trouble in the village and I live for that thought). I think having to deal with people picking on him growing up probably caused him to have to have that bravado and willingness to always stand up for himself/others and get into physical fights with arseholes. He holds so much confidence even though he comes from no high-valued background and has 0 power (0 non-magical power). I think his magic also made him a little cocky. He was a cocky little bitch. Love to see it.

We love feral farm boy

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dangermousie · 2 years

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CFC 192

1.Oh, thank God XQC agreed to go to the US, if for no other reason than all that anxiety is dangerous for pregnant XX. But Meatbun’s little comment that since 14 he’s never lived for himself and “it seems his fate has not changed” is killer because it indicates if left to his devises he’d have wanted to die but also because it turns this moment of life-savingness into further tragedy and how he’s never really (except sometimes with HY) got a chance to do what he wanted and to live for himself, and even after the murders are solved and what not, it’s still the same, he still does not view himself as a proper person (and is in fact worse off than usual because of his all-consuming grief and guilt. It’s like grief for his parents and guilt that his inquiries got people in that restaurant killed but combined into one, vastly more terrible, whole.)

2. Chen Man invites him to the vegetarian restaurant before XQC heads out and when XQC changes location because it’s the place he went to with HY and XQC cannot bear it - either because he’s had all the reminders he can bear or because he doesn’t want to be there with CM and CM sees XQC aged a decade oh my GOD.

This breaks my heart. It’s like something irrevocably died within him.

3. XQC telling guilt-ridden CM that it’s not your fault (true),”I killed him.” UMMMMM WHAT THE FUCK OMG. XQC asks about the stuff on the boat and thankfully CM does not tell what happened but XQC can tell.

4. When CM asks if XQC likes HY and XQC can’t answer yes because he marks that word by what HY felt for him and he thinks he falls so far short of HY’s like for him, how can he say his own feeling was like. I know you are a masochist, XQC,but please not this way, please! All his issues are boiling over.

5. The true reason for murder of QCY is tied to XQC but XQC is so broken and numb he doesn’t even feel anything - his guilt and grief bucket is so full, it can’t hold any more.

6. When XQC tells CM he’s never loved anyone in his whole life and not even HY (you did! It is heart-breaking to read his feelings of unworthiness of even allowing himself a love) but HY cannot be replaced!

The way he wants to live in eternal punishment!

It is admirable to never shirk responsibility but this is too much and what started possibly as a means of feeling control over a terrible universe (cruelty is not random,it’s my fault!) is eating him alive.

7. I am crying over XQC and the dragon figurines from the same stall HY got them from and just the sense of loss and grief and honestly out of it all, this is what got me this chapter - the palpable sense of absence XQC feels.

8. When he put the dragon figurine closest to his heart!!!!!! And then uses them to put to be buried in HY’s grave since there is nothing to put in. And at the graveside, he’s unable to cry and it’s just...I am sniffling so hard.

He can’t even tell him he liked him - he doesn’t feel worthy. But also XQC as HY’s bridge is such a wonderful concept but they are each other’s bridges and I am sniveling again.

9. Oh God, he still plans to die, once his duties are done and see if he can see HY in the afterlife FUCK

And then he carves Shelley’s tombstone inscription. OF COURSE. OF COURSE!!!!! But I am still on his stroking the tablet the way he would HY’s forehead oh my GOD. But also the fact that nobody except for XQC even thought to make a grave for HY - he really had nobody except for him, didn’t he?

10. XQC saying “Little Devil, let me hug you” and clinging to the marker, giving HY the hug he begged for and didn’t get during his life - that is not how I wanted the hug to happen! Meatbun, genius at giving us what we asked for, in the most awfully painful way!

11. And then she compares the coldness of the stone marker to how could XQC must have felt to HY when hugged - and how it’s reversed now, XQC is clinging to a non-responsive cold block and aaaaaaaa stop!

I am seriously gutted. And then he walks away from the monument as nameless as their relationship,after carefully wiping it down from the blood he got on it while chiseling and seriously can’t take it!

12. XQC lost the use of his arm and his eye and just stoppppp taking him apart!

13. And he flies to the US with HY’s glued back together dragon over his heart. Replacing that talisman that was HY’s love with his one remnant. OMG.

This chapter is BRUTAL!

#cnovel #meatbun doesn't eat meat #case file compendium

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I dont understand bionicles at all, so maybe a crash course into like. 1) what a bionicle is 2) general plot of the bionicle story? happy 5k btw <3 love ur page!

OH BOY OH BOY, this is a question I've been waiting for. Thank you so much for asking, and I’m glad you like my page!! <333

A couple of disclaimers, before I start: I'm going to focus mostly on the mainline plot, but let it be known that there WERE a bunch of serial stories and comics and games that added to the story overall. Bionicle was, I think, one of the first big instances of a plot that was consumed through a bunch of different mediums.

I'm also going to try and do a lot of streamlining - it's not that I DON'T want to talk about bionicle, but there's 10+ years of story to cover, so... yeah. :P

Also! Sorry in advance to anyone whose 'read more' function doesn't work, because this is gonna be a doozy

So, what is a bionicle? From a meta perspective, Bionicle is a Lego theme that ran from 2001-2010, and was briefly rebooted from 2015-2016. It's name is a mashup of biological chronicle, and it was hugely successful in its time, essentially helping to save the Lego company from bankruptcy. The idea is that you use finnicky technical pieces to build humanoid figures (and sometimes their vehicles!) and then. play with them

From a textual/lore perspective, I'm not sure Bionicle is an in-universe term lol. But the characters that we recognise as 'bionicles' are grouped into a bunch of different classifications - 'Toa', 'Matoran', 'Makuta', 'Glatorian', and so on. The characters are kinda like inverse cyborgs, where there's metal on the outside and flesh and muscle on the inside. They often function like robots (e.g. have removable and replaceable masks that they constantly wear over their faces) but are still essentially living creatures.

So, what's the general plot of the story?

...[inhales deeply] Okay

In the time before time, there's an island called Mata Nui that sits in the middle of the ocean. It's populated by these dinky lil' guys called 'Matoran' that live in six villages organised by elements - fire, water, ice, air, earth, and stone. They eke out a life as best they can, facing dangerous wild animals (collectively called 'Rahi') and worshipping the Great Spirit, who is confusingly also called Mata Nui. (They named the island after him.) The great spirit, they say, once watched over them all, but was long ago forced into an enchanted sleep by his evil brother.

(These are the matoran. Look at these cute little guys :3)

One day, six canisters wash ashore, on the island's golden beaches. And out of these canisters step six strange figures called Toa. Tall, strong, and heavily armed, there is one of these 'Toa' for each of the villages, and each of these guys have control over an element. They are the main 'heroes' of this story.

(These are the six Toa. Here's a fun game - spot the girl!)

Each of the six Toa are named characters - from left to right we have Onua (wise and grounded), Lewa (fun-loving and mischievous), Pohatu (friendly and confident), Tahu (hot-headed and impulsive), Kopaka (cold and quiet), and Gali (intelligent and compromising). Some of the Matoran are also named characters - there's Jaller, the captain of the guard at the fire village, Hahli, a sports player from the water village, Matoro, a translator from the ice village, and Takua, who's technically from the fire village but is also an 'outsider' who tends to wander the island. Takua is especially important because he becomes the Toa's 'chronicler', following them around on their adventures and writing everything down for posterity.

Without getting into too much detail, the Toa spend two real-life years getting into wacky highjinks. They hunt for masks (as aforementioned, the masks they wear can be removed and replaced) that grant them special powers, fight the Rahi, and also face up against a terrifying race of creatures with mind-control powers called the Bohrok that are determined to strip the island of all life. They also fight against a being called Makuta, a mysterious shadowy figure who claims to be the brother that forced Mata Nui into his slumber. When they first meet him, Makuta takes the form of a Matoran to throw them off, before turning into a nebulous black void and doing his best to murder them all to death.

(Makuta as he appears in 2001's 'Mata Nui Online Game'. As far as villain introductions go, marching out to meet all the heroes and then telling them "I bore you, for I am nothing. It is from nothing that you came, and it is into nothing you will go. The people of this world are builders, but look into their hearts, and you will find they also have the power to destroy. I am that power. I am destruction. And I will destroy you." is pretty fucking solid though I say so myself.)

There’s a lot of cool worldbuilding and mysterious details about the island. At one point, the earth Matoran note that they can only dig so far into the dirt before they come across some hard material - some type of metal - that they just can’t break through. Also, amidst the stars in the sky, there’s an ominous blood-red star that’s appropriately known as the Red Star. What’s it doing there? Nobody knows

Also at one point, the Toa also get mutated into new forms after falling into a liquid that's called 'energized protodermis' but should really be called 'McGuffin Sauce'. There's a lot of changing forms and characters being mutated in this series in general, which I'm sure has nothing to do with the fact that Lego always needed new figures to make into toys.

(This is how the Toa look after being mutated. In these forms, they're referred to as the Toa Nuva -and let me assure you that that distinction will soon become necessary. :P)

So, in 2003 in our world (I’m not sure about the timeline within the lore), Takua the chronicler finds a mysterious mask and brings it back to the Turaga, who are the wise old rulers of the Matoran (The most promiment of the Turaga is the Turaga of fire, who’s called Vakama. He’s an even-tempered and wise old man who’s not above hitting villains with his walking stick if they threaten his village.). It turns out that the mask is special - it’s the mask of Light, and it’s part of a prophecy that involves the arrival of a seventh Toa who’s destined to defeat Makuta. So Takua and Jaller go on an adventure to try and find the seventh Toa.

Meanwhile, Makuta isn’t just going to sit around and wait for the Toa who’s destined to defeat him to rock up: he unleashes his secret weapons, the Rahkshi, who are, in lore, suits of armour driven by slugs. Sounds corny - in practice, they’re hella intimidating.

(Look at these bad boys)

Some more adventures happen and, to make a long story short, the Rahkshi kill Jaller and Takua the chronicler puts the mask of light onto his own face, transforming into Takanuva, the Toa of Light. The audience surrogate and ‘weird’ character was the secret hero all along!! I love that honestly.

(Takua and Takanuva - before and after)

As someone with light powers, Takanuva is essentially the perfect counter to the big bad Makuta, who has shadow powers, so he finds Makuta’s lair intent on beating him. Makuta challenges him to a game that’s called ‘Kohlii’ but is basically this universe’s version of lacrosse - Takanuva accepts and proceeds to wipe the floor with him. During their fight, they fall into another conveniently-placed pool of energized protodermis and become merged, forming a new being called ‘Takutanuva’. Takutanuva doesn’t stick around very long, because he’s this weird contradictory being of both light and shadow, but before he fractures he opens a gate underneath Mata Nui and lets the Toa, the Turaga, and some named Matoran get through. Inside, they find a hidden city - a whole other world.

Takutanuva then manages to use his powers to hack the universe and bring Jaller back to life. Hooray! After that, he dies, and Takanuva is back. Makuta is nowhere to be found. [eyes emoji]

So now the Toa, the old Turaga, and a couple of Matoran are inside this whole new location, and they’re all wondering what the heck is going on. Well, not all of them are wondering. Vakama, the head Turaga, steps forward and admits that actually, the six (seven) Toa heros that we’ve come to know and love... aren’t actually the first Toa. Gasp!

The next two years of sets and story are essentially one giant flashback, as Vakama tells the current heroes about adventures past. It turns out that the hidden city they’ve found is called Metru Nui, and once upon a time, Vakama and the other Turaga were Toa themselves, fighting to keep the city and the matoran safe.

(New (old) Toa! The flying green one is Matau, who was a stunt-driving excitable madman, and then on the ground from left to right we have Whenua (nerdy chronicler), Nokama (schoolteacher-turned-superhero), Vakama (anxiety-ridden leader), Nuju (absent-minded stargazer), and Onewa (racist prick who needs (and gets) a character arc). To differentiate themselves from the Toa that we’ve come to know and love, these Toa are the Toa Metru)

They had a bunch of adventures of their own. They fought the Vahki (capture robots upholding an authoritarian police state) and the Morbuzakh (evil sentient vines), and they also had ‘arch enemies’ in the form of the Dark Hunters, who were mercenaries that hunted Toa.

Also, that story about Makuta putting Mata Nui to sleep? Not a story so much as a history lesson! Ultimately, the reason that the city of Metru Nui was abandoned was because Mata Nui WAS awake, watching over them all, but then Makuta forced him into slumber and essentially caused a cataclysm. The Matoran were rounded up and forced to sleep as well, and the Toa Metru had to flee the city. When they came back, it had been overrun with Visorak (basically giant spiders), and they had to fight hard to defeat the horde and its leaders and escape with all of the sleeping Matoran.

Once they left Metru Nui (and arrived on the island that would become Mata Nui), the Toa Metru sacrificed their powers to wake up all the Matoran - which is how they transformed into the wise old Turaga. Also, the Matoran woke up with no memories, which is how they’d never known about Metru Nui up until this point.

Anyways, after exploring Metru Nui and making plans to move back in, everyone does some digging around and discover something about Mata Nui: his spirit is fading. Whatever Makuta did to him, it not only put him to sleep, but it’s also slowly killing him. After presumably having an existential crisis, the gang come up with a solution: there’s another legendary mask, the Mask of Life, that should be able to resuscitate Mata Nui, or at the very least, keep him from kicking the bucket while he’s sleeping.

(The Mask of Life! If you look closely, you can see that the faceplate is shaped like a humanoid figure (because, yaknow, life) and if you think that’s not the tightest shit ever you can get out of my face)

So, the modern-day Toa (the Toa Nuva, if you guys remember the name) are like ‘okay, give us the location of the mask, we’ll go and find it’. So they get sent to another island, this one called Voya Nui, and they arrive and... get their asses handed to them? What?

A quick backtrack: a gang of thugs called the Piraka had already arrived on Voya Nui in search of the Mask of Life, wanting it so they can use its power to blackmail powerful organisations and generally get ahead in the criminal world. (From a Meta perspective, they’re,,, really interesting. Up until this point, the villains in Bionicle had either been wild animals, or villains with grand overarching plans. These guys are basically overpowered street thugs, complete with their own theme song - the ‘Piraka Rap’. Look it up on YouTube; it’s fucking hilarious, because the rest of Bionicle is generally timeless, but the Piraka Rap was basically dated as soon as it came out. I love it.)

(The Piraka themselves! Fun fact; in Bionicle lore, ‘Piraka’ is a slang term for ‘thief’ and ‘murderer’, and was also considered so vulgar that if a Matoran called another Matoran ‘Piraka’, war would be declared over it. These guys are really just going around calling themselves slurs. I have to respect that.)

So, yeah. The Piraka defeat and imprison the Toa Nuva when they get to the island. Now what?

Well, now it’s time for the Matoran to get involved! A group of named and previously-established Matoran set out to see if they can rescue the Toa. There’s Jaller, Hahli, and Matoro, who I’ve already mentioned, and then there’s Kongu, Nuparu, and Hewkii. And I need to take a break to say that all these characters have been with the story since 2001 (it’s now 2006), and they’ve all contributed to the plot before!! Kongu is a prominent Matoran from the air village who led a flight of giant bird-riders to save the day one time, and Nuparu is an engineer from the earth village who basically invented mechs to help the Matoran defend themselves against the Bohrok. These guys are BADASSES and I want to bring up how a really strong initial 3 years of storytelling laid a great foundation for so many small characters. It’s just neat! :D

Anyways, these Matoran travel to the island of Voya Nui in canisters (like how the original Toa landed on Mata Nui) and while they’re sailing the ocean blue, their canisters are struck by lighting from the mysterious Red Star. And that lighting, say it with me now, TRANSFORMS them! Specifically it transforms them into Toa. They end up calling themselves the Toa Inika, because they’re searching for the mask of life, which is also called the ‘Ignika’.

(The Toa Inika. Being transformed by a bolt of lighting means that in addition to their regular elemental powers, they also have electric/lighting abilities.)

Souped-up and ready for action, the Toa Inika manage to defeat the Piraka and rescue the Toa Nuva. However, through plot shenanagins, the Mask of Life ends up being sent to the bottom of the ocean around Voya Nui, and the Toa Inika learn that under the waves is a hidden city - Mahri Nui. As they descend, the Mask of Life does something odd; it sends out a wave of energy, transforming the Toa Inika so that they can breath underwater. So now, they’re the Toa Mahri. (Because they’re headed to Mahri Nui. You get me?)

Mahri Nui is ruled by the Barraki - ancient warlords who were imprisoned under the sea many thousands of years ago after they became powerful enough to threaten Mata Nui himself. They were put in a prison called The Pit, but during the cataclysm caused by Makuta putting Mata Nui to sleep, the city of Mahri Nui sunk into the water and slammed into the Pit. Many prisoners and Matoran died, but the Barraki were freed. Uh-oh, spaghetti-ohs.

Speaking of Makuta - guess who’s back! Thought dead after no-one could find him after Takutanuva died, it turns out that his spirit is possessing a robot body that had previously been a prison guard. He spends some time hanging out with one of the Toa Mahri, Matoro, basically playing mind games with him and trying to get him to turn to the dark side. Eventually, three different characters and factions smack the shit out of him, and he slips out of the robot body to go do... something else (watch this space).

This year of story was REALLY plot-heavy and I kinda can’t do it justice here. The important developments are that the Toa Mahri eventually manage to reclaim the Mask of Life, and Matoro yoinks it. While his teammates act as a big distraction, he swims away and puts on the mask. It basically grants him ultimate power, but it also fuckin’ kills him. His final acts are to teleport his friends to safety, and then release a massive burst of energy that burns him up and saves Mata Nui’s life. The Mask of Life, with no-one left to wear it, sinks into the ocean.

(“In his last moments, Matoro feels no fear. He know he has succeeded--the Toa Mahri are safe, able to resume their lives in Metru Nui. The Turaga and Matoran will know that they became true heroes. Matoro does not see himself as a hero. As a Matoran, a Toa Inika, and a Toa Mahri, all he ever tried to do was his duty. Now that duty has led him to his destiny.”- Bionicle Ignition 11: Death of a Hero)

[dries tears] Anyways, now that Mata Nui’s life has been saved, the only thing left to do is wake him back up. To do that, the Toa Nuva (the Toa that showed up at the very beginning of this story, if you recall) need to journey to the core of the universe, and a civilisation called Karda Nui. Three of the Toa Nuva - Lewa, Pohatu, and Kopaka - are sent to a village in the clouds, where they protect the local matoran and battle the forces of Makuta. Because, as it turns out, the big bad Makuta that we know? Makuta is actually the name of his species. The guy just wanted to feel special, apparently. The Makuta that the Toa have been fighting for over half a decade is technically called Makuta Teridax (or just Teridax), while the other Makuta have other names that I can’t remember off the top of my head.

Anyways, while those three Toa are figuring that out, the other three - Tahu, Gali, and Onua - journey to a place called the Swamp of Secrets in order to find a set of keystones that supposedly contain instructions on how to awaken Mata Nui. And it’s there that they find an unlikely ally: the Mask of Life itself.

See, the Mask of Life has always been a weird one - if you recall, it released an energy pulse for no reason that transformed the Toa Mahri and let them breath underwater. (It’s also done some other fucky stuff that I haven’t been able to mention - there’s a short story about how one time, a guy touched it, and it gave him the ability to involuntarily bring everything around him to life, which ultimately drove him mad. So. You know. That’s fun.) Well, it turns out that when the mask sank into the ocean after Matoro’s death, it ultimately ended up in the swamps of Karda Nui, and it senses the battles raging about it. More than that, but it remembers Matoro’s bravery as he donned the mask knowing it would kill him, and remembers how his final wish was to save his friends. Wanting to know what it means to be a hero, the Mask of Life creates a body for itself, and ventures out into the swamp to discover its destiny.

(The Mask of Life has a body now!! Good for him! Good for him.)

There’s some more shenanigans that I’m skipping over - at one point, Takanuva (Toa of light, remember him?) rocks up to help. Long story short, our eight heroes - Tahu, Gali, Onua, Lewa, Kopaka, Pohatu, Takanuva, and the Mask of Life - fight their way through the Makuta and into the very core of the universe - the Codrex. Inside, after yet more shenanigans, the Mask of Life figures that in order to wake Mata Nui up, it will have to sacrifice the body it’s built for itself. The moment is sad, but the mask remembers Matoro’s sacrifice, and is inspired to act. He sacrifices his dreams of becoming a hero, and in doing so, becomes a hero... ;_;

The mask flies deep into the Codrex, its body dissolving; when it reaches the bottom, it creates a massive energy storm that the other characters have to escape. (Our heroes make it out - most of the villains end up getting vaporized, big RIP.)

And just like that, the journey is over. After years of battle, the Toa Nuva have completed their purpose, and awakened the great spirit, thus bringing peace back to the land. Everyone meets back up in Metru Nui - the Toa Nuva, the Toa Mahri, the Turaga, the remaining Matoran. It’s a glorious day. And as they gather, something happens.

Deep, deep beneath the ocean, energy pulses through rock, and machines that have been dormant for millennia begin to whirr and move. The island of Mata Nui - long abandoned as the Matoran moved back down into Metru Nui - cracks open like a wallnut, each half sliding into the sea. From underneath where the island had been, a tremendous head rises out of the ocean, countless galleons of water pouring off of it. Titanic shoulders follow. Then the chest, and the limbs, and slowly, surely, Mata Nui rises.

Meta context: for years, the nature of Mata Nui has been a mystery. Is he a metaphysical being? Is he a real person? No-one was sure... but they know now. That solid material that the earth Matoran couldn’t mine through, all the way back in 2001? That was his skin. The mysterious red star that created the Toa Inika? That was a failsafe machine orbiting Mata Nui, poised to create new Toa as necessary. The island of Mata Nui was atop his head, Metru Nui was his brain, Karda Nui was deep in his guts. The Matoran were workers to keep him functioning, the Toa were basically his immune system (the canisters they arrive in are literally shaped like pills)... All this time, all these stories, all these characters, this entire world - they have all been inside a robot the size of continents.

(Fucking hell. Look at this. The clouds come up to his ankles.)

Celebrations ripple through Metru Nui as everyone realises what has happened. The great spirit is awake again! The Toa have won! But as the Turaga raise their voices to try and congratulate the Toa, a chill spreads over the spectators as the air grows cold. Everyone stops and looks around. What’s happening now? And then, from everywhere and nowhere, a voice rumbles. It’s a familiar voice. An unwelcome voice. A voice that most of the gathered heroes thought they’d never hear again.

It’s the voice of Makuta - the original Makuta. Makuta Teridax.

And what does he say?

“I AM EVERYWHERE. I AM EVERYTHING YOU SEE.”

Matoro’s sacrifice had ensured that Mata Nui’s body did not die, but before the great spirit’s consciousness could return, Makuta supplanted it with his own. After that, all he had to do was wait for the Toa Nuva to achieve their objective. And as they finished the fight and won the day, they handed victory to him on a silver platter. No longer does he need to strive to rule the universe - he is the universe.

(Meta perspective again but like: FUCK, man. I can’t emphasise enough how mind-breaking this was for the kids who were invested in the series. Think Thanos snapping his fingers in Infinity War, except probably more devastating, because there wasn’t a direct sequel lined up to give the heroes another chance, and there wasn’t a way to ‘undo’ it. This was a plot development that we all had to live with T_T)

(You can tell things are bad because his eyes changed from green to red.)

And what of Mata Nui? What about the spirit that the Toa were actually trying to wake up?

Oh, Makuta stuffed Mata Nui’s consciousness into the Mask of Life - and then blasted the Mask into space.

[inhales deeply]

man...

Okay, in all honesty, part of me wanted to end it there. But you know what? We’ve come this far. And there is more to the story. So I’m going to ignore my concern I won’t be able to do it justice and blunder on.

Bionicle’s last chapter (2009-2010) follows Mata Nui himself - no longer an abstract spiritual concept, but rather a concrete character. A god felled from his pedestal, struggling to find a way to save his people. And it’s AWESOME. Armed with only the Mask of Life and a sentient shield named Click, he wanders the shithole deserts of the planet he crash-lands on, bringing the disparate tribes together, uncovering secrets about who made him and what his ultimate purpose is, and learning what it means to be a regular person. Also, at one point, in a move very reminiscent of the god that he once was, he turns a guy into a snake. You know. As a ‘fuck you’.

(There’s something really cool to me about a main character being someone who essentially lost all the power of the cosmos. Mata Nui might just be my fave character in this whole story honestly.)

Eventually, Mata Nui discovers some crucial pieces of information. Firstly: the planet that he’s landed on, Bara Magna, is his ‘homeworld’ in that it’s where his giant god body was built. Secondly: the two moons orbiting Bara Magna (the jungle moon of Bota Magna and the ocean moon of Aqua Magna) were once part of the planet itself, and split off during a planet-destroying cataclysm, leaving behind a desert wasteland in their wake. Third: the function he was ultimately built for (his ‘destiny’) was to reunite the three celestial bodies into one planet, bringing life back to Bara Magna’s harsh desert environments. He was on his way to complete this task when Makuta crashed his systems with a computer virus - which was what forced him into the ‘slumber’ that he was in for most of the mainline story.

His fourth, and probably most important discovery, is that he’s essentially his makers’ second attempt at a world-fixing giant robot. Before creating him, his makers (the ‘Great Builders’) constructed a giant robot that malfunctioned and exploded. Long-deactivated, the pieces of it are still scattered through the deserts of Bara Magna - in fact, many of the villages on the planet are set up in or around these giant robot pieces. Mata Nui figures that if he can reconstruct this old robot, he can use it to complete his destiny, and maybe even save his people.

It isn’t easy. He has to convince the villagers he’s come to befriend (the Agori) to give up their homes and their safety, and he has to find an experimental power source that’ll actually get the giant metal body moving again. But eventually, he figures it all out. Powered by the experimental source, the Mask of Life, and probably also friendship, he inhabits this enormous form and rises once again. Without missing a beat, he reaches out and begins to pull the moons towards the main planet. As far as he’s concerned, he’s going to fix everything, or die trying.

(The power of skybeams)

However, it won’t be that simple. Makuta senses that Mata Nui’s spirit has inhabited a new form (and I don’t mean that in a metaphysical way, I mean that in a computer/technology way), and he quickly jets over to Bara Magna. Obviously, flinging the fucker into space wasn’t good enough. It’s time for him to destroy Mata Nui, mano y mano. Giant robot y giant robot.

(Makuta and Mata Nui, facing off. God I love this picture.)

It’s the final battle - for real this time. The two giant robots begin to punch each other, and Mata Nui is up against some obvious disadvantages. For one thing, he can’t risk attacking Makuta with all his might, because he doesn’t want to hurt his people, who are still inside the giant robot. (Inside, they’re fairing... poorly. It’s like facism, but if facism was being actively enforced by God.)

In the fight, a hole gets blasted in Makuta’s body, and out pour a whole LOAD of Rahkshi. (Remember those guys?) However, Tahu and Takanuva also manage to escape, and join a ground battle that’s breaking out between the Agori (and their protectors, the Glatorians), the Skrall (a tribe of warriors native to Bara Magna who are absolute dicks - I’ve had to gloss over them, unfortunately, but believe me when I say that they’ve been major antagonists for as long as the narrative has focused on Bara Magna), and a bunch of guys who are called ‘Piraka’ but aren’t the gang of thugs from Voya Nui. (I think they’re the same... species?) Long story short: large-scale shitfight is happening at the feet of the two robots that are slugging it out. Makuta, being a dick, decides to try and literally stamp on all of Mata Nui’s friends down below, and Mata Nui has to desperately hold him off.

Around this point, the Mask of Life (which is really the MVP of this whole story) uses its convenient energy bursts to imbue Tahu with a set of golden armour that allows him to release energy blasts of its own. (Why it singles out Tahu, I’m not sure, but I’m presuming it’s because Tahu was the first face of the series and it just makes thematic sense for him to be a major player in the final battle.) Tahu uses his new golden armour to disintegrate ALL of the Rahkshi - and there were a lot of them on the field of battle, let me assure you. Makuta feels the loss of so many creations at once, and falters, and Mata Nui seizes his chance. He’d done his work well before Makuta had arrived, and the jungle moon is now in low orbit above the planet. Pouring every last ounce of his strength into one more push, he surges forward and up, pushing Makuta up and making sure that his head is right in the path of the falling planet.

Crunch.

(Kudos to Makuta Teridax for being such a persistent antagonist that the only way to get rid of him for good was to drop an entire damn planet on his head.)

Mata Nui guides the falling body carefully to the ground, letting it open and freeing his people. The remaining Skrall and Piraka surrender. The Matoran and Toa meet and mingle with the Agori and Glatorian. Mata Nui raises his hands, and completes his purpose; aided one last time by the Mask of Life, as well as his body’s innate systems, he enacts a synthesis on the now-united celestial bodies. Lush forests and large bodies of water appear in the desert. Life flourishes. Birds probably start to sing. Mata Nui has completed his purpose, and vindicated all of the heroes who fought for him for so long.

He feels himself fading. He lets his spirit withdraw into the Mask of Life. A new slumber - this one, earned, and of his own volition.

Perhaps one day, he will return.

(“We will honour Mata Nui, and all those who fought for him, in our memories. But the time has come to move on. His destiny is fulfilled, and for many of us, it has yet to be written. My friends, it is time to go.”- Tahu, The Mata Nui Saga, chapter 34.)

And there we go! Very, VERY long, but that’s the general plot of bionicle. There are an absolute tone of details I’ve missed out or skipped over, and I encourage you to search them out for yourself if you’re interested. But them’s the basics! :D

#Also: love (as in romantic love) is 'not canon' in the Bionicle universe. Big win for the aromantics #(I couldn't find a place in my lore explanation to mention that but my friend Zacch insisted I mention it somewhere)#also... fuck me dead this is a long post. I spent literal hours writing all of this down. Was it worth it? probably.#not a pic #Someone asked me a thing!#Ask mood: Don't Get Me Started #bionicle #bionicle lore #bionicle story

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Chapter 29 - Moose, Squirrel and the Chocolate Factory (1/3)

[ Sarah ]

On the day Felix asks me to set up what he thinks is a clever plan to annoy his dad but is actually the perfect opportunity for Operation Bullwinkle 2.0.

Is the little one serious? I couldn’t think of a better set-up myself if I tried. And he just does it so nonchalantly, too! I can’t wait to tell the girls!

Opportunity strikes after we’ve ridden home in the car together and D goes to call her mom to talk about their Christmas plans. They’re all very excited to have the family together over Christmas - even her uptight, very conservative brother Bill is coming this year. He’s the only one of the Scully clan us girls don’t get along with, Missy and Charlie are the fun eccentric ones, Mrs. Scully the caring one and the Captain’s just… well, the Captain.

“Girls, hold on to your socks cause I’m about to knock them off! Little moose came to me at recess today, with a suggestion so brilliant I want to make him an honorary member of Operation: Bullwinkle 2.0!” Holly and Alex are on the edge of their seat, so I don’t keep them hanging for long. “He suggested, because he doesn’t want to endure his dad’s watchful eye on our field trip, that we put his dad with another grade. Fourth grade!” Holly perks up at that, clapping her hands gleefully.

“Oooh this is good! It’ll make him rethink going on a field trip ever again, the bus ride with these kids will be wild.”

“I think this is the exact outcome that Felix wants to achieve, even though he pretends otherwise. Speaking of, do you remember the one and only time the Captain ever went on a field trip with us?” Alex laughs at the memory, it was way back when we were in elementary school ourselves.

“I remember we were too scared to breathe the whole time we were in the woods with him, I thought he’d just leave us there to fend for ourselves if we misbehaved! And then we’d get eaten by a bear for sure! It was a very traumatic experience for my sensitive little heart!”

“Yeah, it was awful. But he didn’t leave us in the forest after all and he showed us pretty neat survival tricks, too!”

“We’ll need those when D gets wind of who’s accompanying her on this field trip tomorrow morning at the briefing. She’ll suspect we have something to do with it, even though this time, we’re totally innocent!”

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[ DS ]

The next day, huddling over my cup of coffee at the teacher’s lounge table, I’m barely listening to the safety briefing Skinner gives us before our field trip. It’s always the same, don’t lose any children, have them behave politely towards staff, don’t let them wander off, yada yada yada.

My ears perk up, however, when he reads out who’s chaperoning us.

“First grade: Anne’s mother, Second grade: David’s uncle, Third grade: Melanie’s mother, Fourth grade: Felix’s father.” I almost choke on my sip of coffee and shoot the girls an ugly glare.

They planned this, the little fuckers, I’m sure of it! Giving me her most innocent face, Sarah hands over the day passes for the Chocolate Factory, 25 kids, 2 adults. I want to murder them, a field day is by far the most stressful day a teacher can have and with their little scheme, they just upped the ante.

But a little - okay a big part - of me is also kind of (read: a lot) excited.

In the classroom, I give my kids a stern talking to, telling them that I expect them to be on their best behavior, just like I know they’re capable of in school. I stop short of threatening them with the wrath of hellfire if they so much as think about misbehaving.

In no time, we’re lining up to go outside, where our busses are already waiting. I give the kids one last warning stare before we head out.

My chaperone awaits next to the yellow bus that holds a number 4 sign, bundled up in a coat against the cold, his breath coming out in fogs. With a twist of my stomach I’m reminded that while we’ve been hanging out as friends the past few weeks, the feelings are still there, they’re just not riddled with anxiety anymore.

The anxiety has been replaced with a feeling of nervous, giddy excitement at the prospect of spending a whole day together.

I just hope the kids don’t embarrass me.

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[ Felix ]

Ha! My evil genius plan has worked, dad is standing in front of the fourth grader’s line with Miss Scully, who is putting the lanyard with the ticket around my dad’s neck. I roll my eyes, he’s not a child, he can put the lanyard on himself! Sure, you’re laughing and smiling now, just wait until you get on that bus, hee hee.

The kids sadly behave themselves right now, though, and with nothing else to see, I turn back to Suzie, who’s my partner in our own line-up. She’s just as excited as I am, a whole day of eating nothing but chocolate, whee!

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[ DS ]

My heart is racing a mile a minute when the kids and I reach the bus and with that, a widely grinning Mulder. “Hey, if it isn’t Willy Wonka and the Oompa-Loompas!” The kids chuckle at his joke and even I can’t hide a grin.

“Guess you won the Golden Ticket, Charlie, huh?” I put the lanyard with his real ticket to the Chocolate Factory around his neck. It’s not a gold one, and it seems like I’m the one who feels like she’s won the WillyWonka lottery.

#just a little set-up chapter #hope you still like it #I had so much fun writing the chocolate factory trip #xf #the x files #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis

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lukesperfectharmonyhair · 3 years

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im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are.

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss*

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience.

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums.

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

- julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie #flynn jatp #nick jatp #carrie wilson #renew jatp #netflix PLEASE we are begging give us a season 2

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harrysgloves · 4 years

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter xxii)

Get caught up with the Let Your Hair Down Masterlist!

word count: 2,169

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: You go home.

warnings: Language

a/n: Missing the good times already :( xx

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It had been 3 days since you got back from California and 3 days since Harry's little post orgasm confession.

You weren't exactly sure how but things had managed to go back to somewhat normal. Minus the fact you refused to talk about what he had said to you. Your mind flashing back to you in your knees on the floor looking up at the panic ridden Harry. Anxiety filling your chest at the thought of saying it back to him. Not fully ready yet to admit it out loud when you had just finally started to admit it to yourself.

"I didn't mean to tell y'like that." He said backing away from you, hands running through his hair.

And what did you do? You did what you do best. Got up and ran for the bathroom like an idiot. Standing in front of the mirror taking deep breaths. You just weren't ready to say it back, not yet. Not with all the shit going on in your life.

Luckily, Harry understood your tendency to not talk about your feelings or anything remotely important and didn't push the subject. He simply laid out one of his shirts on the bed for you to sleep in and let you calm down a bit by yourself before coming into the bedroom again.

He crawled into bed carefully like he wasn't trying to wake you, even though you weren't even close to being asleep. His arm thrown around you bringing him into his chest. Facing away from him you sighed, fingers trailing patterns across his hand that was over top of you.

"'M sorry." He said from behind you, his nose nuzzled into your hair, making you smile slightly but faltering at his words.

"Don't be sorry for how you feel." You didn't want him to feel bad for admitting his feelings. A part of you was so happy he felt the same way, giddy to be loved back by him. The other part was completely terrified.

"'M not sorry 'bout that. Sorry y'can't say it back to me yet. Know y'wanna, ya jus' too scared but 'm 'ere when y'ready." His grip around you tightened bringing you in even closer to him. Your heart swelling at the fact he genuinely understood you. You had to try with everything in you to not start crying like a baby.

But that was 3 days ago and the end of that conversation completely. He hadn't brought it up one single time since then. He woke up the next morning like nothing had happened and you did the same, pushing it to the furthest part of your mind, only thinking about it late at night when you were alone in bed.

How did he know you loved him?

How long will he actually wait for you to be ready?

Does he really love you or was it just something he said in the moment but couldn't take it back so he went with it?

Your mind running with endless questions while you stared night after night at your ceiling. Praying to anything that would listen to you to give you some sort of courage to ask him all these questions but it never happened.

Every time you saw him after that you both didn't bring it up. It didn't make things weird between you two but there was always a part of your brain nagging at you to open up and talk to him about it. To grab a hold of him tightly before he slipped through your fingers.

It was Thursday morning and as you, Thea, and Harry walked to her school your mind ran with all the things you wanted to say. Every time you glimpsed over to him holding Thea on his hip, big smile across their faces as she talked about what she wanted to do for her birthday party, it made your heart melt.

You loved him and you didn't understand why you were so scared to tell him. It was only three words but you knew they had the power to change everything in your life.

Once you both kissed and gave Thea a hug she was off to school. Waving goodbye to you and Harry before walking in the door. Harry throwing his arm around your shoulder as you took off for the store, needing to buy a few things for Thea's birthday without her seeing it.

"You know I care about you right?" You asked, finally speaking up about something on your mind. You needed him to know you cared. That you felt the same just unable to say it.

He smiled down at you, that big dimple smile that made you swoon. He pulled you into him, your head on his chest as you walked down the street together.

"I know. Been thinkin' 'bout what I said fo' 3 days, love?" You could hear the smile in his voice, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him. This asshole knew you had been having a war inside your mind for 3 days, he didn't need you to say it.

"You know, I try to be nice and you do this." Your arm wrapping around his back as he laughed that laugh from deep in his chest, gripping tighter on your shoulder.

"I jus' like givin' ya shit."

You hummed unamused by his teasing but glad he wasn't holding your inability to communicate your feelings against you. Your worries starting to leave your mind as you walked into the store, making Harry hold the basket as you walked around throwing any party decorations you saw at him to carry.

"Love, she doesn't care 'bout the decorations." He rolled his lips when you shot him a look. Trying his hardest to not smile and make you angry at him.

"Yeah but I care. She only turns 5 once." You pouted, your little baby growing up so fast. You felt like it was just the other day you were in labor for 18 hours feeling like she was actually trying to murder you.

"I know, she's gettin' so big." He started to put back all the duplicates of stuff you were throwing in the basket when you weren't paying attention. Knowing there was no reason for you to be buying 85 party hats.

"Should have been around when she was a baby. She was always so happy, big smiles, laughing all the time. Lot like she is now I guess but so tiny and cuddly. I kinda miss it." You sighed making your way to the candy aisle to get things for thank you bags.

"Y'ever want another one?" You could feel his eyes burning into your back but when you turned around to look at him his eyes darted away from yours.

"Don't know, maybe. I think Thea would like being a big sister." You threw some Hershey kisses in the basket, turning back around to walk down the next aisle. Harry contemplating what you said behind you. You could practically feel his brain on overdrive.

"You want one?" You asked, hoping to calm down his overactive mind.

"Yeh." He said a little too quickly, making you smile widely when he coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat. "I mean, uh, yeh, y'know maybe... if the time's right."

"Mhm." You hummed out. He was just so cute, especially when he was all nervous.

"Oh, look, some cheap wine we can buy this and y'can try and tempt me into bed again." He smiled walking up behind you with the bottle of wine in his hands. Wrapping his arms around you completely as your face heated in embarrassment.

"Shut it, Harold." You turned on the spot, still in his arms, smiling up to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You know, one of these days someone's going to hear you talking like that and it's gonna be trending on twitter or some shit." You rolled your eyes when he laughed but you were being completely serious, the last thing you needed right now was your entire office talking about your sex life… more than they already did.

"Wat's wrong, love? Thought you liked being dirty with me?" He mused, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

"Well, we could get drunk and have a repeat of last time. Got any more confessions about me that you need to get off your chest?" You raised your eyebrows at him, smug smile across your face.

"A few." He said, leaning down and kissing you. His lips twitching upwards the second you kissed him back. You felt like everything between you two was going to be completely fine. You'd get there eventually with your inability to admit to be open with him it would just take a while.

Just as you were about to pull back from the kiss the sound of a familiar voice saying your name interrupted you. Your eyes shooting open, body tensing the second you felt Harry pull back and glare at where the voice was coming from.

You didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Heart sinking in your chest as you swallowed thickly.

"Well, just like you to makeout with someone in the middle of a store." He scoffed, making you bite your tongue. Reminding yourself you'd just make it worse if you reacted.

"Jus' like ya t'stand there like a creep too. Right mate?" Harry snapped back, your eyes widening trying desperately to tell him to not engage with the look in your eye.

"What do you want Ryan?" You turned around finally facing him. Still standing as close as possible to Harry. Your lips rolled in your mouth trying so hard to just keep your composure.

"I wanted to get my groceries but it looks like I'm getting a show instead." He laughed, smug smile on his face as he shook his head.

"Why don't you get the fuck outta 'ere then?" You snapped your head back around to look at Harry when his angry words left him. You'd never seen him actually angry before. His jaw tense from him clenching his teeth together.

You reached out touching his hand, trying to get him to calm down before a fucking wrestling match broke out in the middle of the store.

"What's wrong Harry?" Ryan asked, moving closer to you two. You instinctively took a small step backwards further into Harry's chest. Putting yourself directly between them, wanting to be the one to stop their insane testosterone battle going down in public.

"Figuring out you can't make a whore into a housewife getting you pissed? Already tried that with her buddy, didn't work out so well for me."

You felt Harry start to move forward, his hand by his side already in a fist as you desperately tried to push him back. You really didn't need this shit.

"Y'don't ever talk about her like that." Harry said so loudly you cringed. Feeling like a kid stuck in the middle of their parents fighting. You just wanted to drag Harry out of here before all your dirty laundry was aired out in public.

Your hand around his wrist, starting to try and walk in the other direction. Just wanting to leave. Hating confrontation all the way down into your bones. Wanting to run away from the situation like you always did.

"I'll talk about her however I want. You're the one playing house with my fucking wife." The second the words left Ryan's mouth Harry jerked his arm away from you, trying to stomp over to him before you grabbed him again.

"Ex-wife." You clarified yet again to Ryan your eyes burning into his as that smug smile came on his face. You had no idea why he felt like he still had this claim over you but it was getting old.

You were so over it. Just wanting him to leave you alone.

"Come on, baby. We're going." You whispered to Harry, lacing your fingers through his. Eyes pleading up to him to just leave it alone. You could see the battle raging behind his eyes. Wanting to kick Ryan's ass but not wanting to make you upset.

He sighed, finally giving in to what you wanted and turning to walk away with you.

Your heart beat finally starting to slow down the further you got away from Ryan. Harry's hand clutched tightly in yours. Your grip like deaths. Anxiety coursing through your veins along with adrenaline. You just wanted to leave.

"Oh, Y/N?" Ryan said from behind you, smugness seeping through his words. Seemingly pleased with whatever he was about to say to you.

You gulped, already knowing what was coming. Eyes closing, already fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over. It was the last thing he had to hold over you, of course he was going to use it.

Use her.

"Make sure you have Thea ready Friday. It is my weekend after all."

#Harry Styles #Harry #Harry Styles x Reader #Harry Styles x You #harry styles x y/n #Harry Styles Fanfic #Harry Styles Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #writing #mine #LYHD

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Hey Steph! I know that I for one would love for you to post that hospital fic list! No pressure tho!

(referencing this post)

Hey Nonny!!

YAY!! Ask and ye shall receive!! <3 I have wanted to post it for awhile; I try to hold off as long as possible since every week I do get enough asks to keep me going; and when I want to post a list, I put out a *winkwinknudgenudge* and people like you indulge me hahah! <3

ANYWAY, check it out! Thank you for asking!! <3

HOSPITALS Pt. 2

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Hospital Fics

Rehab/Mental Hospital AU (Community Recs)

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

Reversed by whitchry9 (K+, 3,072 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Medical Anomolies, John Gets Shot) – The man pointed his gun at John's chest, right at his heart, and shot.' Wherein John is shot, and Sherlock is the one panicking.

As You Wish by PipMer (K, 3,311 w., 1 Ch. || Bromance/Pre-Slash/Epic Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Hospitals) – When John woke from his coma, he wasn't at all surprised to see the wrong Holmes brother sitting at his bedside. Disappointed, but not surprised.

What Did I Do Wrong? by Starlight05 (T, 7,880 w., 5 Ch. || Hurt Comfort, Angst, John Whump, Hospitalization, Worried Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil, Nightmares, Sherlock Being Dumb) - After John almost dies on a case, Sherlock disappears. So John is left to figure out what he can do to get his best friend back. Meanwhile Sherlock, guilt-ridden and willingly alone, is doing everything he can to stay away.

A Study in Linguistics by rizandace (T, 12,425 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant/S2 Divergence, Friendship, Slices of Life, Communication, Cranky Sherlock, Hospitals, Sherlock Whump, Pet Cat, Jealous John, Sherlock’s Violin, Anxious Sherlock, John Whump) – Sherlock Holmes and John Watson had their own language. It was a language of few words and minute facial expressions, and John had learned that it was nearly the only way to have an honest conversation with his eccentric flat mate.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller, Switchlock, Rimming, Emotional Lovemaking, Lots of Sex, HJ/BJ’s) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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bb-tings · 4 years

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guns and roses | part 2

So here’s part 2. It’s a lot longer but I’m really proud. My mom has started to tell my family members that I think I’m an author now lol

Warnings: Cursing, A LOT OF ANGST, a tad of fluff (if you squint hard enough)

ENJOY...

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As soon as the truck came to a halt in the drive way of Tannyhill, both Sarah and Y/n jumped out quickly. Neither wanted to be in the presence of the eldest Cameron boy, one actually having the choice to walk away while the other knew a conversation was coming.

Y/n and Rafe went to walk into the back door, but were stopped by the blonde evil stepmother.

"You father isn't gonna like you being back here," Rose yelled out towards Rafe.

"Umm, nah it's alright. He told me to come here." Rafe nodded his head to himself, still coming down from a high.

"Well he didn't tell me…"

Y/n went to walk into the house behind Rafe, being stopped by Rose.

"Rafe being kicked out means you shouldn't be here as well. That's obvious, y/n," Rose told the girl with an attitude.

The young girl, who was fed up with the 3 oldest Cameron's, flipped her middle finger out towards the woman. "Go to hell, Rose."

As soon as the girl walked through the back door, she was met with a freaking out Rafe. His room being off to the right, she could see him pacing back and forth with his hands running through his hair. She went to take a step into the room, but stopped abruptly staring at the boy. He looked just like him, but at the same time he didn’t. He looked like the Rafe she knew but skinnier and ridden of anxiety. His face was hollowed out and he had dark sinking bags under his eyes and the once vibrant blue that she associated with home and stability, she now associates with uncertainty and fear. She loved him, she loves him. But she knew that she couldn’t be with him anymore. Y/n might not know exactly who she is or what she wants to do, but she knew her morals. She knew right from wrong, she knew what was allowed and wat was totally off limits. But she was in love. How can she just throw 3 years of a loving relationship out the window. Y/n knew of all the terrible things Rafe had done over the years but he never put her in harm's way and he never put his hands on her> He wasn’t abusive, emotionally or physically. He was just Rafe Rafe Cameron needed help, he needed love. He needed someone to actually stand by his side and stay for once. She didn’t want to be another failed relationship with him, she didn’t want to be something he looked even further down on his self worth.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Rafe called out to his girlfriend. He thought the world of her, sometimes whenever he was thinking about the decisions he was making, he didn’t even think of what his dad would say, he thought about Y/n. He knew he didn't show it very well but he cared about what she thought of him. He wanted to make her proud, but sometimes the voices in his head made him think that she didn’t love him and that it wouldn’t matter to her what he did. He just wanted her to look at him and see that he was trying. He was trying his best.

Y/n finally stepped into the room. She walked towards him and sat on the edge of his bed as he stayed pacing in a line. “I don’t know, Rafe. Have you done anything out of the ordinary today??” He looked at her like a mother looks at a son who knows they have done wrong. He couldn’t stand the pressure and guilt building up so he watched the ground instead. “Maybe you forgot to put gas in the truck, or maybe you snorted a few too many lines today. Yeah, yeah…OR MAYBE YOU MURDERED SOMEONE” The taller boy flinched as she yelled at him.

Rafe looked up at her with tears in his eyes, only to find tears already tracing lines down her face. He hurt her. He hurt the love of his life and he didn’t know what to say or do to fix it. He walked over to her spot on the bed and got on his knees in front of his bed so she had to look down at him. “I know, I know. I fucked up, ok. I get it, I fucked up big time, but just tell me how to fix it. Ok, just tell me how and I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever it takes,” Rafe placed his hands on her knees slowly making their way up to her thighs and then hips. He squeezed her hips as he begged her. Rafe watched as y/n’s eyes turned into little slits and her eyebrows dipped into the skin between her eyes and above her nose.

"Fix it? Rafe. Someone is DEAD. No longer have a beating heart. Shot and Killed. Baby, as much as I would wish I knew how to fix this, there is no fixing it." The taste in her mouth didn't go unnoticed when she said those words.

Rafe stood up from the ground and walked to the other side of the room to give her space.

At least she can look at me now. She called me baby, that’s gotta mean something right, Rafe thought.

Y/n looked over at the 19-year old whose mind was racing a million thoughts a minute. She felt bad for him, she really did. She knew she was being harsh. But how else was she supposed to act? She watched as he put his hands on his desk and leant on it. She could see his back muscles tense from where she sat. Y/n stood up, walked towards him, and hesitantly put her hands on his shoulders and slowly rubbed her way down to his back dimples, that she could picture even though she couldn’t see.

As soon as Rafe felt her warmth through his shirt, he lost it. He turned around and gripped her around her shoulders until their bodies met in the middle. Rafe closed his eyes, silently waiting, begging, for her to wrap her arms around him. He just needed someone to hold him, he knew he fucked up but he just needed a second to breathe and be cradled again. He squeezed her harder as he felt her arms go to his back and her head hidden in his neck. To Y/n’s surprise, he began to bawl.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know, I know. Rafe, you’re ok. It’s not all ok and everything isn’t going to be fine, but for right now, you are ok.“ She didn’t dare say it. She didn’t dare baby him and tell that what he did was ok. He did a terrible thing, but she was still in love with him. And while they stood there, holding each other, she knew that was true and she knew there wasn’t anything that was going to change that.

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The next morning, Y/n got dressed to leave her house and meet Rafe at his. He begged her to stay the night with him, but she was hard on the point that she needed time to herself. She knew why he was scared for her to leave. He thought it was gonna be the last time. The last time he held her, kissed her, felt her, saw her. He knew that if he was right, he wasn’t gonna be ok. Ever. But she promised him the moon and the stars that she was coming back in the morning, and as much as she dreaded seeing him again, she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to keep that promise.

Driving through the town she was thinking about what to say to him and how she could convince him to turn himself in. However, she was pulled out of her thoughts when she was at the store getting gas and she saw a poster with a familiar face on it. Finished pumping the liquid, then slowly walked up to the door of the stoor. As she reached to pull the paper down, she felt her stomach drop. John B. Routledge...Murder...Islandwide manhunt…$25,000 Reward. She was gonna be sick again. $25,000 reward for something that he didn’t even fucking do.

Y/n jumped in her car and sped her way to Rafes, all while fuming. She quickly put the car in park and jumped out with the flyer in hand. She opened the front door and made her way to Rafe’s room in the back hallway.

“You say why?” Y/n heard her boyfriend’s and hid behind the wall. She didn’t want to eavesdrop but she didn’t want to walk in on an argument between the Cameron men. “They didn’t tell you?”

Who was he talking to? Y/n wondered.

“Nobody tells me anything,” Y/n felt chills run down her back as she heard the youngest Cameron’s sweet voice. She loved Wheezie to the moon and back, but she knew the girl got on Rafe’s nerves easily. She hated even thinking about it, but she wasn’t positive if Rafe could handle his anger with the state that he was in.

“Um...so John B killed Sheriff Peterkin.” Y/n let her head rest against the wall as she tried to control her breathing. She should have stayed last night. She shouldn’t have let Ward drag him into his office. She shouldn’t have let him brainwash him. Rafe would do anything to make his father happy, and if that meant agreeing with his lies, then so be it.

“Are you smilin’ right now?” Rafe questioned his little sister. “I’m not joking. Like, this isn’t a game. I don’t know why you're smiling, okay? Look at me.” Y/n jumped as she heard Rfe hit something, she didn’t know what it was but she was thankful it wasn’t Wheezie. “I saw it with my own two eyes, all right? He shot her, and then you know what he did? Tried to shoot Dad, but I stepped in, and I stopped him, right? I saved his life.”

“Why would John B want to kill Dad?” Wheezie asked her older brother.

Y/n could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to answer Wheezie without scaring her more than he already had. “Uh, because...um..he thinks Dad killed his father.”

Wheezie went quiet, gathering the information told to her, before speaking. “He wants vengeance.”

“Oh yeah,” Y/n started to snap back into her own world as she heard Rafe’s voice getting closer to her and further from the 13 year old. “I don’t know. I’m just telling you, he’s...he’s a maniac.”

Y/n took a step forward, coming into wheezie’s line of sight. The middle schooler made eye contact with the girl and gasped. “Y/n! Hey, I was starting to think Rafe had done something stupid and you left him. I’m glad you're back, though. Wanna come help me pick out a layout for my tumblr account?”

Y/n couldn’t help but give the girl a small smile. Even though she had just been told all the horrific things that were going around in her town, she was still so unbothered and innocent, well, as innocent as a Cameron can be. “Umm. maybe later munchkin, I gotta talk to Rafe about something. But I’ll come find you later, ok?”

“Yeah, sure.” The two young adults watched as the Raven haired girl skipped away, running back upstairs to her room.

“How much did you hear?”

Y/n turned to face Rafe, giving him a look that he couldn’t decipher. “What? Did you really want me to tell her that her brother killed someone?”

“You know what? After last night, I kept thinking ‘Maybe we can get through this. Maybe he can change and some miracle will happen and the charges will drop. MAYBE he’ll even come to his senses and confess.’ But looking at you right now,” she started to shake her head while looking him up and down. “I’m not sure I even want to be with you anymore. I can’t look at you and see anything else but you shooting you, but now all I'll hear is you lying to your impressionable little sister that her older sister’s boyfriend killed someone, when the truth is, it was you. I don’t know if anyone has told you this yet...but you are a fucking MURDERER, Rafe. Ok, get that through your thick fucking skull. Because sooner or later, the truth is gonna come out, and I’m not coming to see you in prison, when it does.”

Y/n then smashed the flyer into his chest, as hard as she could, and walked away. She opened the door and then turned her body towards him as he reached to pick the paper off the floor. “Oh and by the way, you need a fucking shower.” She then stepped out onto the back porch. “And brush your damn teeth while you’re at it. You smell like a damn crackhouse.”

She made sure the door slammed behind her.

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gamelpar · 4 years

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It’s All About Fakes (100 sentence prompts fanfic)

Because I suck a writing even short stories or drabbles, I write 100 sentences prompts for the Fake AH Crew instead.

Some of them are inspired by moments in Let’s Play videos, headcanons, social media posts, or just comes straight out of the blue.

Feel free to take inspiration from the prompts or use them.

Prompts are written from a non-shippy perspective, but each prompt can be intercepted in whatever way pleases.

Also my first work, so let’s see how this goes.

Hey, why don’t you read it on AO3 instead?https://archiveofourown.org/works/24787825

1. How the Fake AH Crew got this far is a hell of story, and you can bet it’s one damn worth telling. (Fake it Til’ You Make it)

2. Ray was a sniper; he could spot bullshit a mile away, so how come he ended up in the Fake AH Crew? (On the Spot)

3. Sitting by the wheel of the red minivan Geoff sighed for the 67th time that day, still disbelieving the fact that they were not on their way to carry through a well-planned heist but rather enroute to the beach for some “splashing and slacking”, as Jack had called it. (Sunday Driving - To the Beach)

4. “The Vagabond says: it’s all gonna be murder.” (What the Vagabond Says)

5. Whether it was the Golden Boy or Gavin; Mogar or Michael; they wouldn’t leave each other behind. (Bois Forever)

6. Lindsay---being an absolute goddess as always---supports Jack in her telling for Fiona, and Jack couldn’t have been more grateful. (Women’s League)

7. Matt screws something up; Trevor is there to help him fix it; then Gavin and Alfredo is there to screw it up even more. (Nice Job Breaking It)

8. It’s Bake a Cake Day (according to Gavin) and it’s Gents vs. Lads (insisted by Gavin) and it will also be known as the day when Geoff’s kitchen met its undeniable demise (because of Gavin). (Bake a Cake Day)

9. Long story short: Michael breaks into an animal adoption center for a cat because Lindsay, and Gavin and Ray tags along because why the fuck not. (No Animal Came To Any Harm Except For Gavin)

10. A heavily tattooed man walks into a bar; later, a mad man and a lady in a Hawaii-shirt joins him. (It’s Not a Joke but the Punchline is Fluff)

11. Lindsay and Jeremy have dealt with shit going sideways longer than most people so they know how to make the best of it. (Failure is an Old Friend of Mine)

12. “I hereby announce that the official Prank Wars Week is in session!” (Oh No)

13. The Vagabond might be ready to die, but Ryan knows he’s not. (Ready as I’ll Ever Be)

14. The Lads---and Geoff---gets drunk as hell one night and starts a sock company. (Socks, There’s Socks Everywhere)

15. A boring Fake AH Crew means a dangerous Fake AH Crew and the residents of Los Santos better prepare for chaos. (Boredom Can be a Health Hazard)

16. Ryan gets hiccups and Ray thinks it’s funny until he gets hiccups, too, and soon everyone is stuck with hiccups and everyone blames Ray for some reason. (The Hiccup Disease)

17. When dawn arrives the Fake AH Crew will never be the same again. (Dawn After Battle)

18. Shopping weekends was nothing Lindsay used to do regularly, until Ryan one time decided to come along; then it became a thing. (Stuff We Do Together)

19. Even after leaving the crew, Ray would still have a home to return to. (Home is Wherever You Make it Be)

20. “No---we’re not twins, we’re not brothers, we’re not related in any way, so please for god’s sake, stop asking that.” (Stop the Questions Goddamnit)

21. Jeremy tried to apply more pressure to the wound but as the time on the bomb was running out, so did the blood. (A Mistake You Won’t Live to Learn From)

22. Someone knocks---no, pounds on the door to Ryan’s apartment at 3AM in the morning and Ryan’s still not that happy to being woken up in the middle of the night even if it is Meg waiting behind the door. (Late Night Visitor or Expect the Unexpected)

23. “Hey, guys, Fiona here---you’ll never believe this---but I’m stuck in jail and I need one of you to come and bail me out.” (Let’s Bail)

24. Matt is found alone sitting on top of the roof, watching the sunset, but what Geoff finds is someone who needs to talk and so he decides to be that other someone who listens. (Everyone Needs Someone Sometimes)

25. Gavin gets into trouble, which drags Michael and Jeremy into more trouble, and Geoff just wants to have a fucking drink. (Prepare for Trouble)

26. Gavin makes a statement, and Ryan feat. Alfredo makes it a hundred times worse. (Disturbance of Your Own Making)

27. Being welcomed by the sight of a bloodied and battered Gavin through the open door eliminates any tiredness and annoyance Geoff had worked up to having been woken up by a loud pounding on the door at 2AM. (Bloody Brit)

28. That was the way of the Battle Buddies; if one went down, the other had to keep on going, no matter what. (Broken Promise)

29. Nothing lasts forever, and Ray knows that better than anyone. (Never Say Forever)

30. The remaining Gents as well the rest of the Fakes would always be missing a part of themselves from now on. (Parts & Pieces or Next Step is to Move On)

31. The alphabet wasn’t enough to cover every brilliant plan the Fake AH Crew had in store, but they never settled for a single letter anyways. (Seven Ridiculous Plans and One That Actually Made Sense)

32. To the Lads, brighter days ahead is just an illusion they can only dream of in the aftermath of a heist gone wrong which claimed the lives of the Gents. (Miserable Lads)

33. It’s a story from being refused of coffee, to wanting to commit suicide briefly, to Trevor having made room for tea-parties with Jeremy, Gavin and Lindsay in his schedule every now and then. (Shut Up and Have Some Tea)

34. Really, it all started when Ray wouldn’t leave Geoff’s house one night. (A Place for Everyone)

35. Usually things doesn’t escalate this far by playing a simple Xbox-game but having ended up in jail, Michael and Matt doesn’t have much of a say about it and Geoff’s pissed. (Hate the Players)

36. Waking up in a dark room tied to a chair with no slightest idea of what the hell’s going on tends to lead to some anxiety-ridden experiences, especially when it is Gavin who finds himself in that situation. (Blackout)

37. No one wants to be the only sober one left to take care of a drunk crew, but with Ray gone Ryan just has to accept that this is his life now. (Trust or Sober One)

38. To think it all started that day when Jack saved a drunk man from being robbed in a dark alley. (Mind Your Manners)

39. Neither Lindsay or Michael would force Gavin to put on a brave face after a nightmare; everyone had fears and it was okay to be scared sometimes. (Sharing is Caring)

40. Matt’s life was just another pile of broken pieces until he met Jeremy, and suddenly he had some glue to put the pieces back together. (Glue or Glue My Life Back Together)

41. In the temporary apartment Ray was living in at the moment there was a vase by the kitchen window, always holding five red roses. (A Vase Full of Roses)

42. Geoff’s mood could easily be improved a 100 times better with some nice and warm socks. (Can Never Have Enough of Socks)

43. The crew quickly learned that pairing up Ryan and Trevor together would leave a traumatic amount of battered bodies and large pools of blood behind. (Madness In Me)

44. Michael’s life was like a puzzle; bits and pieces all over the place, some fitting, some not, some missing or broken, some didn’t even belong---and Jack standing there in the middle of it all being the only one who seemed to sense some kind of pattern. (Puzzles)

45. The Fake AH Crew weren’t good guys---they never would be---but that didn’t mean they were incapable of doing good, and they were by far the most decent team of criminals that had ever set foot in Los Santos. (Bad Guys Do Good)

46. Tears kept falling, slowly soaking the photo Jack held in her hand of her and the crew---not wanting to forget, yet not wanting to remember. (Remember to Forget)

47. The pink sniper rifle that hung on the wall would always serve as a reminder for the members of the Fake AH Crew that they were not immortal after all. (We Could Be Immortals)

48. Ryan’s an evil mastermind and that frightens Gavin a little, but the Golden Boy reckon it’s time to beat the Vagabond at his own game. (The Reckoning)

49. Kerry Shawcross crosses paths with the infamous Fake AH Crew completely by accident, and all hell breaks loose. (Welcome to Fake Hell)

50. The blood on his hands belonged to someone he knew---someone he cared about---and Ryan had never been more afraid of himself. (There’s Someone There But it’s Not Me)

51. It’s Pride Month and Jeremy really takes it up a notch when coloring his hair this time. (Rainbows)

52. Watching them Lindsay realized that while each of them all had lost so much, they had found even more. (Less is More)

53. Trevor would be better than Geoff ever’d been at scheduling heists and leading the crew, but he still gets to handle all the complaining from the crew so he isn’t as satisfied as he would like to be. (Point of No Return)

54. When the realization strikes him that he’s the only one left remaining, Jeremy falls to his knees in defeat and can’t stop screaming. (What Remains)

55. Fiona can never seem to stop messing with Gavin in any way possible. (A Step Too Far)

56. “Yeah, they’re all idiots---but they’re my idiots, so don’t you fucking dare lay your hand on them.” (A Bunch of Savage Animal Idiots)

57. Times have never been darker for the Gents as each of them struggles to cope with the deaths of the Lads in the aftermath of an coordinated attack. (Falling Inside the Black)

58. The day he met the Wildcard, Michael’s whole world finally started to make some sense. (Wild World)

59. Geoff’s constant drinking worried Gavin sometimes. (Drunk Concern)

60. Matt didn’t believe anyone would care enough for him to consider him family, nor did he believe he would end up in becoming a part of one. (Lost and Found)

61. Alfredo always wondered who Trevor really was underneath his iron suit of armor. (Armor)

62. Even when stuck in a seemingly never-ending coma, Geoff was never alone. (Not Alone)

63. Alfredo joins the Fake AH Crew with more blood on his hands than most people---including himself---would’ve expected. (Red Sea)

64. There’s a perfectly valid reason why Lindsay, despite not being his roommate anymore, is the only one who has a key to Ryan’s apartment. (Key to the Door)

65. Four times Jeremy and Trevor talked their way out of jail and one time they didn’t. (Another Approach to the Problem)

66. Lindsay tried, and that’s why she was still alive, even though everyone else that mattered to her weren’t anymore. (The Fake Among the True)

67. Fiona was her own knight in shining armor and no tower could ever hold her captive for long. (Green Knight)

68. There were days when Jeremy saw a way out, yet the light would always fade at the end of the tunnel, leaving him in the dark. (No Way In, No Way Out)

69. The others would never come back, and Gavin, walking in the wake of that horrifying truth, felt like an empty shell with nothing left to give. (Empty)

70. Trevor would give his life for the crew just like Geoff and Lindsay had. (Third Time Counts)

71. One time for when each of the Fake AH Crew members showed strength and one time when they didn’t. (No Shame)

72. Jack and Geoff shared a special responsibility for every member of the crew, and Michael was no exception. (Nightmare Terrors)

73. ‘Who’s the creepiest motherfucker?’ is a question rather avoided and unanswered. (Creep Contest)

74. All Michael felt now was a burning anger that refused to flicker and fade, and thirst for revenge than could never be quenched. (Road Rage)

75. The last time they all saw each other the city was burning, wounds were bleeding---figuratively and literally---and they never expected to see each other again. (One Last Time)

76. Jack liked to be up in the early, quiet mornings while everyone was still asleep, but she was seriously going to tackle Ryan into bed if she found out he was still awake at 5AM again. (Go the Fuck to Sleep)

77. He’d said he was going to visit, but Ray always pushed the promise further to its limits every time. (Liar Liar)

78. Five times a heist went to hell and one time when it actually didn’t. (Heisting Hell)

79. Not every backstory of the Fake AH Crew’s members is full of shattered dreams and points of no return. (Wanted)

80. Gavin missed home sometimes, but the Golden Boy didn’t. (Two Sides of a Coin)

81. Jeremy’s admiration of monster trucks stretches way back to when he was only a child, walking past a toy store. (Monster Car)

82. “You can leave if you want”, Geoff said, “No one’s going to stop you.” (Freedom)

83. The Vagabond was almost always in control after the Fall of the Fakes, mostly because Ryan let him. (Dead by Daylight)

84. Perhaps the next mishap won’t be so embarrassing for Alfredo, but life didn’t seem to like him much at all. (It’s Life, What Can You Do About It)

85. Four times Geoff said no to either Gavin, Ryan or Lindsay bringing an animal home, and one time he actually said yes. (Animal Addition)

86. So the members of the Fake AH Crew decides to steal their boss’ yacht again and Geoff’s as usual late to the party. (Yacht Party)

87. The crew goes to get some tattoos, and Lindsay is very sure of which one she wants to get. (Tattoos)

88. When Jack falls sick and can’t make her awesome lunch for the whole crew, the crew makes one for her instead (and Jack appreciates it even if it’s a little burned). (Faking the Chef)

89. The day Fiona joined the Fake AH Crew is a day Gavin will very well remember. (Bully)

90. The B-Team is usually there to clean up the messes, except for this time. (Don’t Leave Your Messes Here)

91. The whiskey burned his throat when he guzzled it, and Geoff wished that the liquor could burn away the pain and memories the same. (Burning Bridges)

92. The Fake AH Crew may look like they’re having the time of their lives, but the outside is designed to hide the struggles and issues that lingers underneath. (Inside Out)

93. With the Gents missing, the Lads stuck in a burning building, and the B-team cornered in a firefight, things does not look good. (Already Over)

94. The Fake AH Crew never failed to be impressed by Michael’s colorful vocabulary of swear words. (Words of Color)

95. Jeremy tries to cover up some traces of his past life from the rest of the crew; it does not go the way he wants. (Known to the World)

96. The Ring had been like home, but he wasn’t earning any money being beaten up every round in familiar surroundings, so Michael left---and ended up in Los Santos. (Ring of Fire)

97. The different paths that every member of the crew took for themselves led each of them to end up somewhere they never intended to be, but somewhere they were meant to be. (Pathfinders)

98. It was safe to say that every member of the Fake AH Crew had at least one weird obsession; some had way too many, and some obsessions were just what the fuck. (Obsessions)

99. The Fake AH Crew heists in style, or they do not heist at all. (Do it with Style)

100. The Fake AH Crew is made up of a selected (un)worthy and unique individuals---each one with their own story of whens, ifs, whats, whos, and hows. (Now That We’ve Come So Far)

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The Fae | 1. Fæ

POV: Simone

“Fae. They’re sprinkled within our myths throughout history all over the world. No one past the age of 7 believes they’re real, we, as a society, beat it out of them. We beat out creativity. Fun. The love of life. Joy. We beat all of this out and then wonder why the world has such high rates of teenage, and general, suicide and mental illness.

“The only place we accept the fae existing is in stories for children, if not maybe the rare work of fiction for those of us over the age of 11. But that’s all they’re ever deemed fiction. But what happens when fiction becomes fact. What then? Just like with dragons. For centuries people believed in dragons and then we found out they were real, with the discovery of dinosaurs. Maybe not in the sense that we all think of when we hear the word ‘Dragon’ but real none-the-less.

“So I ask you to think within yourself: When does fiction and fact meet? When does fiction become fact? At what point do we stop believing in the Multiverse theory? At what point do we say that people can’t dream? I ask you: Why? Why that point you are thinking of in your head and not after? Or before? So, I leave you with this. Why can’t fairies be real if aliens fell from above onto New York? Why can’t they be real if gods are?

“Thank you,” The blonde girl says with a sigh taking her seat next to her two debating teammates waiting for the final rebuttal from the other team.

“Thank you, Ms Chan you may take the mic now,” said one of the judges. They’d made it into the regional finals for debating and the topic was fairies and they had to debate that they could exist.

I could see her mind was alight with all the swirling anxiety-ridden thoughts that one could imagine a socially anxious teenager would feel while on a stage being stared at by over 500 people after she just insisted that Fairies were real for 3 minutes with a straight face.

It’s not that she didn’t believe in fairies, she not sure about there existence as a whole, but the fact was, they were obviously given the harder side of this debate so that the trophy could stay with the judges rich, private school favourites. They were the first team from a public school to make it to regionals in 16 years and they’d been at a disadvantage from the beginning. In the first round, they’d had to debate the previous winners for 5 years in a row in each of the divisions they were in. Then they’d been given 50 minutes warning of what our topic was for the second round, ‘Why the impeachment of Ronald Reagen should have happened earlier.’, not something you can find legitimate facts for in 50 minutes. Then in the quarterfinals, they had less time than the other team to speak and prove our point. Then in the semis, they had come face to face with one of the judges daughters. Then finally they had to convince the judges of the existence of fairies and convince 5 fully grown men that they had the better argument.

Which they did, obviously, they could evoke the childhood dreams of the judges of when they dreamed anything was possible, hell they could even use the Avengers as to why they were right. Kim, Stephanie and Tegan are the best debaters at the school, they’ve beaten every team at least twice, but nobody thought they could beat any of the teams they were up against. And thus far they’d proven them wrong. And I’m hoping they can keep that streak going.

“Thank you, girls, we’ll take a break and decide the winner. Until then please can you go backstage and relax,” our physics teacher, Mr Johnson who’d stood in for one of the judges, stated looking our team straight in the eye. I mean to anyone else having their teacher as a judge would be beneficial but not when your teacher hates the guts of children born after the new millennium, even his own daughter Scarlett.

POV: Tegan

With a resigned sigh, we stood from our seats on the stage and walked towards the curtain smiling at our friends who’d stayed backstage to comfort us after what they thought would be a swift victory from the other side. But instead turned out to be a fight to the death of wits, brainpower and speech ability, which was our team’s weakness. All three of us have stage fright and I have severe social anxiety, which does not help in debate unless you want to lose.

“So you did better than anyone expected. Which means celebratory lunch at Main Street,” Mali said ver happy, still with her nose in ‘Magic: It’s Real & I Know How To Find It’, the newest book in her collection of magic hunting books.

“However fun that sounds I have to work a shift at the comic book store after this,” I state not wanting to give up on my free time with friends especially when it offered Main Street fries and dairy-free milkshakes.

“Simple, bring Simone and meet us for dinner after your shift,” Stephanie said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which I guess for some people it would be.

“OK. But my aunt Nat’s picking me up at 9 so I have to be back by then or give her a good enough lie to get her to pick me up from Main Street.”

“Tell her you’re out with friends and she’ll be proud of you and do it in a heartbeat.”

“You very clearly don’t know my aunt Nat. But I’ll try.”

As soon as I uttered those words I felt the chill that so often crept up my spine before one of my visions and vomiting attacks. So, as per usual, I rushed to the nearest bathroom and pounded on the door, hoping to be let in by whatever unfortunate soul happened to be in there at this point in time. Thankfully they got out in time for me to make it to the loo before I puked.

This time the vision came after the vomit. A vision of 4 girls faces, all of which were beautiful and one was strangely familiar. They were facing off against another 4 girls who were equally as stunning but they seemed… I don’t know a little bit, evil perhaps. To tell you the truth that’s why I had to go with my aunt Nat for the rest of the holidays before school started again. She was getting one of her friends to look at my brain and asses what kept happening to me, and Simone. But I didn’t want my friends to know that. All they had to know was I was going to New York for a week with my aunt and a friend. That is until they give it a diagnosis and I had to have more and more tests run, that’s when they can find out about what’s wrong with me. When I know too.

But until that day comes I have to pretend that this is just nerves and not what it actually is, a mystery. I was hoping that my aunt Nat had actually got someone who’d know something this time and not just another person who knew nothing about what this could be. So, once I’d composed myself and was mentally prepared to go back out there I texted Nat that she should pick me up at Main Street rather than my house and told mum where I was going after the competition was over.

I hope that my life wouldn’t get worse and that the voices in my head would stop. Because they had for a bit and then they started again and that was not fun because those voices are telling me things that no one should ever hear especially not when that person has been trying. Trying to improve. Trying not to give in. Trying not to give up. Trying to live before it’s too late to do even that.

Without life. you can’t live and living is what life is all about and I want to live my life to the fullest before it ends. However, that may happen.

POV: Maya

“I don’t get why we have to come to this hell hole of a dimension,” Marketa, one of my new roommates at Alfea asked me as we stood on the bus that was going to take us to the seaside town my best friend lived in with her mother, sister and cats. I was hoping to see her before both of our lives got to insane with our individual school lives. And before I had to make my choice. The choice that would turn my world upside down no matter which option I chose.

“We came because I have to say goodbye to my best friend and Lachie needed an escape from Magix after his very messy breakup. And you guys get to see some of the hatred towards Emma’s dad. Also, you signed up for new experiences this year and that’s what you’re gonna get with me,” I say in response to Marketa and Estelle’s comments and complaints that we were all sick of hearing at this point in our journey.

“I didn’t need to be dragged to a different dimension to meet your friend who after Tuesday your never going to be able to see again unless she somehow turns out to be magic.”

“I don’t know if she’s magic or not but she does have 3 terrifying godmothers. And a cat she calls a demon, but otherwise, she’s totally normal.”

“She sounds like Lachie’s ex,” Estelle stated, causing all of us to burst out in laughter shocking the majority of other passengers on the bus.

“If given half a chance I think she to would attempt to murder Estelle and she would definitely break your heart too. She has a saying that goes ‘emotions can’t hurt you if you don’t have them,’ so maybe she is a bit like Kacey after all,” I say in realization that my friend may be destined to become a witch if she was magical, or at least her powers would be that of a dark fairy.

So instead of answering any more of their questions, I pushed the button on the bus letting the driver know that we wanted to get off at the next stop. Once the bus had stopped I walked off of it, my feet hitting the sidewalk with a thud but not as much as the others who weren’t accustomed to as much gravity as there was on earth, used to instead only the 8.9 newtons of gravity in Magix.

“Oww!” they all screamed pretty much in sync when their feet thudded on to the pavement while Emma and I laughed at them us ourselves forgetting about the difference in gravity between the two dimensions.

That was when the difficult bit began. I knew she’d been competing in a debating competition and then had to go to work but by now I also knew her shift had ended. So where would she go? Pulling out my phone I decided to check who won the competition, knowing she’d either go home to cry or go out for victory food depending on the outcome.

Victory food it was. So I told my travel companions, “I hope you’re hungry for some human food.”

After some groans from the group, I started leading them towards Main Street, a diner I knew my best friend loved after she took me there when I last visited her.

Upon arriving at the diner I could see Tegan sitting in a corner booth surrounded by people, whom I assumed were friends. So naturally, I, her best friend, walked into the diner and attempted to sneak up on her so that I could surprise her. Though I was called out by Emma.

“Maya, they're here.”

“Maya?”

Simultaneously my two worlds came crashing down, all with four words. On one hand, I had to go and help my friends stop the crazy witches that had followed us here from Magix for Marketa’s ring. On the other, my best friend in the entire universe had just noticed me and wanted answers as to why I was here and several other questions I imagine were swirling through her mind. I had to choose, yet again, between my worlds.

POV: Emma

I muttered the words none of us wanted to say or hear in that moment in the diner on that cold day, “Maya, they’re here.”

Those words shattered her world and mine because it wasn’t who she thought but it was worse. Much worse. It may not have been the four witches that we knew from Magix but it was someone I wasn’t happy to see. My uncle and his teammates.

As they walked into the diner I attempted to hide behind Marketa who was confused as to what I was doing and just kept moving saying we should see what they want. Hiding behind Estelle & Lachie wasn’t any easier as they kept turning to look at Maya’s friend who looked incredibly fed up.

“Emma?”

“Maya?”

“Tegan?”

Our three names pierced the silent diner like a bullet and a body, each one said by a different person. Mine, my uncle. Maya’s, Tony. Tegan’s, Natasha. But of course, my friends had no idea what was going on and became even more confused than before.

“Why do they know your names?” Lachie asked looking between the two of us before making eye contact with Tegan and quickly looking away.

“Aunt Nat,” The blonde Maya had approached, so I’m guessing is Tegan, said running up to her aunt(?) and giving her a hug. Before turning to Tony, slapping him and then giving him a hug, and then giving my uncle a hug.

“Emma?” Thor questioned yet again this time with more pain in his voice, “We thought you died, you and your mother. How-How are you here?”

Then Estelle piped up, “The better question is why are we here?”

“Home.”

That was all I had to say for the three of them to seem to get it. At this point, the rest of the diner had gotten back to what they’d been doing before the Avengers showed up.

“Well, we came to pick up Tegan and Simone. We do need to go girls, and you five are welcome to join us. Also Kim, Stephanie you were wrong that doesn’t work, I tried it,” Natasha said with a smirk before grabbing one of the suitcases next to the booth while Tony grabbed the other.

“Will my father be there?” With those words, I stopped the chatter from my friends, they know I don’t talk about my father unless I absolutely have to. It’s not a topic I bring up lightly, I almost never talk about my early childhood up until me and my mother went back to her home in Magix, where I first met Estelle and Marketa.

“No, he… he died,” I could see the pain in my uncle’s eyes while he said that. He always loved my father no matter how many bad things he did my uncle would always help him if he needed it and accepted it.

“OK,” I said in a quiet voice not quite believing my father was dead not before I could say goodbye. Not after all the times he’d ‘died’ before.

As Tegan and Simone said their goodbyes to their friends promising to text them, me and my friends walked out of the diner towards the fancy van that was parked outside, led by my uncle and Tony who were discussing something to do with a person called Steve and my uncle’s hammer. Though I didn’t hear much of their conversation over the sound of my own thoughts and the constant complaints and questions from my friends.

By the time we had reached wherever we were going Estelle had fallen asleep on my lap, Marketa was asleep on my shoulder and I was playing a game called ‘Cards Against Humanity’ with the other awake teenagers while Tony sat in the front laughing at us and our weird suggestions.

The game had been going on for a while as had the staring out the window my uncle was doing. He seemed truly heartbroken by the fact my uncle had died, which to me begged the questions: How long have I been gone? Along with: How long ago did he die?

My answer was recently, recently enough for him seeing me to bring all of it back up.

POV: Estelle

A few hours earlier…

“So how do we play this game?” Lachie asked as Tegan & Simone set out the cards for the ridiculous game that the man in the weird glasses had insisted we played, most likely for his entertainment only.

After explaining the basic rule & premise of the game we began playing the game coming up with some weird answers, with Maya’s friend not understanding our humour and us hers. Then everything went black.

I don’t know if I passed out of exhaustion or if it was something else but my head was full of visions of a world at war. A war that I was not winning, either me or the side of fairies. And the guy of my dreams was dead at my feet, his cold lifeless eyes staring back at me while my friends fight villains around me. The one person I didn’t recognize was a pale blonde haired with green eyes who was fighting alongside us and attempting to communicate with Tegan in a language I didn’t understand. The whole scene was a mess. In the middle of the battlefield lay the bodies of my family. Before I could make out much more of the scene I was riped out of my dream by Emma. All she did was quietly mumble something in her sleep.

It was at this point that I looked around the rest of the car I noticed that only Tegan and Simone were awake talking to Natasha who was driving at this point. At some point, they’re going to find out about fairies and Magix because Maya will slip up and out fairies to them. Maya always slips up and it’s great.

Looking out the window I decided I’d have a look at what made Maya think this place was so great, only to see that we were not on any road but the sky over an ocean. I thought this dimension was alluded of magic? How are we flying without magic and with there increased gravity? It makes no sense.

It was at that moment, of course, Marketa’s phone started to ring. Deciding against letting it annoy everyone I picked it out of her pocket and answered it. Not surprised at all when Harry appeared on the hologram, although it did startle Tegan and Simone who before had no clue that I had awoken from my slumber. But I continued the call just staring at him until he started speaking.

“Where are you two? Your father is having a fit and is threatening your uncle to threaten other nations at war. And all I can do is sit here and watch,” Harry, Marketa’s cousin, yelled at me which got a few odd looks from the three other beings that were awake.

I sighed before I responded knowing that Harry loved it when we did something wrong because he could be the golden boy for a few moments, “Earth, Maya wanted to say goodbye to her friend before the school year and you know the thing. But we have Lachie to protect us, and Emma’s uncle,” I attempted to defend our decision to come with Maya by making my uncle and father who were most likely eavesdropping feel as though we were safe.

“It’s OK, I’ll tell them you went out shopping.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I said knowing he wouldn’t tell them that but also knowing we now had to explain why I said Earth to the people in this car. And knowing I couldn’t do that by myself I elbowed Emma & Marketa in an attempt to get some help explaining what the hell I meant. Then kicking Maya because she knew the best how to explain things to humans, well at least better than the rest of us.

“Can you please elaborate on what you said on the phone because if your alien we have to turn you in, and if it was a joke we need to know that too,” Tegan said to me causing Lachie to also wake up.

“When we land?” I asked hoping I could buy more time for my friends to gather their wits and for me to not be thrown off a moving plane.

POV: Marketa

“So let me get this right. Fairies exist and live in a parallel dimension, they can travel between the two dimensions because they have advanced technology that allows them to do so. Only women and girls are fairies, while men are only carriers but some men go to a school to become a thing called ‘Specialists’ or they can go to a different school and become warlocks but they can’t do both. There is also a school for witches and witches are fairies who’ve disowned the good side and cut off their wings. And you think the reason my goddaughter is a fairy because of her visions. You also each have one area from which all of your magic comes from. Did I miss anything?” The redhead asked. I hadn’t bothered to remember their names as I didn’t see the point when I most likely would never see them again.

“No, actually you didn’t. How did you do that?” Estelle asked.

“But why do you think that I may be a fairy?” The blonde that Maya hung out with asked.

I responded slightly annoyed that she hadn’t picked it up. “Because you remember things that no one else does about the world, facts that have been erased from history, yet you can’t remember half your own childhood.”

“Yeah but you have to remember I also had epilepsy so the memory loss thing comes from that. As for remembering facts, I have a Nat as a godmother and she knows things. Things that she should not teach her goddaughter, especially at the age she did but she’s been teaching me these facts my whole life and most of them have been erased.”

“You don’t get it the ring your wearing also shows us your a fairy, because it’s the ring of the forgotten. It matches the ring of memory which someone gave to Lachie because of some prophecy before he gave it to his psychotic ex who now wants to get her paws on both of our rings so she can rule the universe with her girlfriends. So the best thing right now is for you to believe us and come with us so we can teach you how to control your powers before you go and do what you did to Estelle’s cousin Stella and her friends again,” I almost yelled annoyed with the simplicity of human minds already.

“No.” This time it was the brunette man that spoke on behalf of the two ‘human’ girls in front of me. “They’re not going anywhere with you without us, their parents left us in charge of them. So I’ll say it again. They’re not going anywhere without us.”

“Try me, old man,” Estelle said being held back by Lachie as she attempted to intimidate the man before us.

“It’s impossible,” The other brunette man spoke up walking to the front of the room. “We’ve studied their DNA extensively and theirs no evidence of any mutation of note. Sure they both have some mutations but that’s to be expected.”

“Wasn’t their one you two weren’t sure about?” This time it was the black-haired girl who was glued to Maya’s friend’s other side.

“Yes, but it only appeared once so it wasn’t enough to form a gene so we disregarded it. But you can’t disregard anything, not in this world.”

“Well, you can come but I don’t know if you’ll get into the school grounds, only people with magic in their blood can get through them,” Emma said as she returned from talking to her uncle with a mediator who apparently knew all about this because of his wife.

“We can try and that’s what we do,” The redhead spoke up again.

“It’s your funeral.”

“OK, Marketa, Estelle, you may not like this realm but the least you can do is respect the people in it, they do their best and sure that may not be great but it’s the best they can do in their own situations and these people are just trying to protect their own and do the job they’re meant to so these two don’t get hurt. So just stop being such bitches to them,” Maya snapped at us.

#fae #faries #faerie #the fae #winx club #natasha romanoff #tony #thor #winx bloom #winx stella #winx flora #winx tecna #winx aisha #winx musa #winx trix #winx valtor #jake gylenhall #sabrina carpenter #dove cameron

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