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themusingsofacurlyhairednerd · 3 months

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Datura Pt 5

Summary: Trapped Under the Mountain you're trying you best to learn to navigate Amarantha's Court and your own, budding powers.

Content Warnings: Allusions to assault, slavery, mild cursing

Author's Note: This one hurt me to write, but my depression got the better of me and I needed to let my angst out somewhere; I'm so sorry.

Pt 1, 2, 3, 4

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It’s been three weeks since you’d been dragged under the Mountain, each day counted with a little tally scratched into the wall behind your bed post where no one can see. Two weeks without word from your uncle. Two weeks without sunlight. Sometimes you sit in the dark wondering if, when this is over and you finally get to step into the sun again, if your eyes will be able to bear it, or will they be permanently altered?

The weeks are taking a toll. The girl you see in the mirror each morning is paler and paler each passing day, the lines of your face a little thinner as hunger becomes a constant companion. Amarantha has tasked someone with feeding you, but meals are few and far between, save for the assortment of stale snack Rhys has been sneaking into your training sessions. The male has spent hours each day running you through shielding techniques, followed by sparring sessions to “keep you limber” he’d said, and has only just begun to touch the well of power that sleeps beneath your skin. He’s still tight lipped about what he suspects it was, no matter your questioning. Things are, well you wouldn’t say pleasant necessarily, sometimes he still makes you want to hurl things at his head, but there has been no more threats from Amarantha to enforce upon you and so things are fine between you. The Queen has kept to herself for the last three weeks, until the Attor came knocking on your door.

The creature has the decency to not attempt to carry you by the back of the shirt this time. Instead, it walks ahead of you, leathery wings and talons scrapping the floor, it’s every breath a horribly, squeaking, rasp through it’s crooked teeth. It’s only spoken to inform you that you’re being summoned to the Queen’s chambers and than it clamps it’s thin lips shut and shoves you into the hall.

No throne room today, for that you’re relieved, most nights you can still see the bodies pinned to the wall when you shut your eyes. Instead, the Attor leads you up and up, the climb stealing your breath as you head to what you can only assume is the Mountain’s peak. Someone has painstakingly carved steps into the rock, each stone smooth and worn down over time. The door at the top is the same carved stone as all the other doors, but this one is guarded by masked sentries, both armed to the teeth. Spears glisten in their gloved hands, and you keep your questions about how well those could be wielded in such a small space to yourself. Questioning Rhys about her operations is one thing, the Attor and the rest of her cronies is another.

The sentries knock twice before pushing the door open for you.

Unlike your room, the space of her chambers is cavernous, the walls smoothed over and held by pillars of marble and sandstone. Faelights glitter and twist around each pillar, bathing the room in an unnaturally red glow.

Red seems to be her favorite color.

Her sleeping chambers are set in the side of the space, hidden from you by a crimson curtain. The rest of the room is left open, decorated with plush couches and chairs around a roaring fireplace in the shape of a lion’s head. Beneath the worn coffee table, currently plated with tea cups and scones, is a pelt of some sort of monster, the head bearing curling horns and an open mouth of jagged teeth, the glassy eyes starring right at you as the Attor all but shoves you into the room.

There’s a heavy scent of mirthroot and incense in the room that makes your head feel fuzzy.

The Queen emerges from behind the curtain wearing little other than a silk robe, the bare expanse of her legs on full display.

You reign in the disgust you feel at seeing her, try not to picture what she was doing back there, so flippant after she’d ordered an innocent male killed simply for knowing you. She’s a monster. But she’s also the monster with the power of the High Lords and you’re not so foolish as to upset her here in the quiet of her chambers where no one will hear you scream if she decides she wants to punish you for any slight you might offer.

“Y/N,” she says with a grin that looks wrong on the sharp planes of her pale face. “Glad you could join me! Come, sit.”

The Attor watches you move towards the couch opposite her like he thinks you might pounce on her and drag your claws across her throat.

The couch sinks in when you sit, like it’s been used a lot. You try not to think about why.

“Tea?” She asks as she grabs her own cup, her red lipstick smearing across the rim as she takes a deep drink.

Your stomach rumbles, a reminder that they’d forgotten to feed you again. You pull your hands into your sleeves, trying to keep your hands from reaching out to take what’s offered on instinct. “No.” The chances of you being drugged in here are high, you’re not taking any chances. Mentally, you do a quick check of your shields, just as Rhys had shown you, to ensure the doors of your mind are shut from whatever power of his she can wield over you.

She frowns. “I can see that you’re scared of me.”

You lean back in the couch, arms across your chest.

“I wish it didn’t have to be like that,” she says as she sets her own cup down. “I’ve been training with Hybern for many years, I’ve often thought of him like a father, and so I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward when I say I hope that some day you’ll see me like a sister.”

The urge to unleash your claws and slash them across her face is overwhelming. You’re thankful you’d had the good sense to pull your hands into your sleeves, it hides the way you dig your nails into your palms to keep yourself still. “Oh?”

She clasps her hands together, the eyeball in her ring swiveling to look at you. “My relationship with my own family was… rocky, I’d like to think fate is giving me another chance with you.”

You’re not so desperate to get out that you buy it, but you know, from somewhere deep inside of you that if she’d waited a few more weeks, if the hunger and the dark were really starting to get to you that she could have been convincing. That’s what scares you the most.

“I know I come across extreme,” she continues like she hasn’t noticed your reservations. “But, girl to girl, I really want to see you thrive. Rhysand has been telling me of your progress. He says you’re a fast learner.”

He’d told you that too. “He’s a good teacher,” you say carefully. You mean it, he’s very patient with you, even if he is an ass about how he gets results, he’s never been harsh, never pushed too far--not since that first day had he come into your mind uninvited--but you can’t have her getting suspicious of why you’ve been such a dutiful student. If she suspects you’re trying to awaken your powers too soon, you’re as likely to end up chained to her as the High Lords are. Hybern needs a weapon, not a time bomb, you have to play your cards steadily to unsure you can get out of here at the end of this.

“Charmed, are we?” She asks in what feels like it’s meant to be conspiratorial girl talk, but the look in her eyes... You swear the eye on her finger widens in warning.

“I haven’t had any training before this. It is nice to have a guide for my questions.” As close to the truth as you can get.

Amarantha leans back in her seat, arms spread across the back of the couch, as she studies you. Her eyes are so dark they’re almost black, nothing but cold calculations in a gaze you know has been wielded with extreme precision on the battlefield. It’s like she’s pinpointing all your weak spots when she looks at you. You can’t look her in the eyes, not without fidgeting, you find yourself picking at the fraying edges of your shirt sleeves instead.

“You poor thing,” she coos. “You must have been so confused.”

That much is true too. You still haven’t been able to figure out why they’re doing all this. What terrible power does she think you posses that she’s so desperate she’ll invite you into her personal chambers instead of attempting some dramatic event in the throne room?

You stare at the wall. You can’t give her the satisfaction of asking her those questions. Maybe she does have the answers, but they’re from her mouth and you know better than to trust a damn think that comes out of it.

“I thought everybody was ahead of me,” you admit. “We travelled a lot so regular schooling was out of the question.”

“Oh I’m sure your uncle was a master at weaponizing your naivety. Most males are.” She brings her hand with the ring up to her chest and begins to trace a pointed nail over it, as if she’s thinking about something else.

“He’s a good male,” you blurt before you can stop yourself.

She huffs a laugh, “Good males do not steal children from their parents.”

You bite down on the inside of your cheek.

“Your parents were very powerful people once, and your uncle had always been jealous of your mother. I wish you could have seen her, Y/N, when she stepped onto a battlefield, males coward. I watched them piss themselves just at the sight of her. She was everything I hoped to be as Hybern’s general.”

You’d always imagined your love of books and ancient things had come from your mother. In your mind she’d been a soft woman who grew gardens and was always reading books under big oak trees. In your mind she was kind and gentle and had lost you tragically in some sort of accident. To hear anything else, from Amarantha of all people, made you want to throw your hands up over your ears. Your uncle had alluded to your father not being the best of people, but you had never imagined it would be this bad either.

“Your uncle couldn’t stand it,” she continues, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “I tried to warn them that he was a jealous and dangerous male, but your mother loved him too much to see it. And when he stole you out of your room that night, well, her heart couldn’t handle it. That’s our curse as women, I suppose, we care too much.”

You look into the fire. That can’t be true! You don’t want it to be true. Because, if it is, you’re not only wrong about your parents, you’re wrong about your uncle too and then you will have no family left at all.

“And look at you, following in her footsteps,” she presses. “Caring so much about him that you’ll sacrifice your own peace of mind to spare his miserable life. He’s a monster, Y/N, why are you protecting him? All he has ever done is hurt you.”

The flames dance in the fireplace, reaching towards the carved teeth of the lion’s head. You trace the ash that’s dusted up the creature’s face with your eyes, anything to avoid looking at her. Your shields might be in place, but your face will betray you all the same.

She stands and comes to sit next to you, the heavy scent of earth and incense a cloud around her. “Your powers could have driven you insane without the right teaching. He very well could have killed you. You want to protect a male like that?”

Maybe it is all true, gods above you can barely stomach the thought, but even if it is, you can’t sell him out to her. “I already told Rhys where he would be. I’m not protecting anyone.” These last few weeks, no news of him had been a relief, it meant he was safe, but as time ticked on, the doubts were starting to get to you. None of her huntsman had even heard whispers of where he’d gone. Was it possible he’d abandoned you?

She reaches out and places her nails under your chin, turning your head until you’re looking into her eyes. “You poor thing. I feel for you, I really do. I know the terrible sting of betrayal all too well.”

The eye on her ring swivels to stare at her, like it’s questioning the statement.

Maybe it really is alive; the thought makes your stomach roll.

“What do you want?” You ask.

She laughs like you’d told a joke. “As I said, I want us to be friends.”

“You killed a male to threaten me into submission and suddenly you want to be friends?”

She stiffens a little.

“This is about the twins, isn’t it?”

“Do you smoke?” She asks instead.

The shift makes you pause for a second, long enough for her to shout for someone behind the curtain leading into her sleeping quarters. A moment later, the same male from the throne room appears, shirtless, wearing nothing but his boxers and a glittering, golden collar. In his hand is a small, silver tray and as he seats himself on the arm of the couch, he holds it out to her. A rolled cluster of cigarettes sits on the tray next to a golden lighter and she grabs the nearest cigarette. Out of what can only be habit, the male sets the tray on the table and lights the cigarette for her as she brings it to her mouth. You’ve been in enough taverns to know mirthroot when you smell it, the smoke making the room hazy.

“Helps with my headaches,” she says, holding it out to you.

You glance at the male, now draped over the edge of the couch like this is normal. Like it’s normal that there are scratch marks across his chest; a collar clinging to his throat. So much had happened the last time he’d been around you hadn’t really noticed what was happening, but now…

Amarantha is speaking again but you honestly can’t hear what she’s saying.

What kind of female does this to people?

There’s something prowling beneath your skin, a caged animal pacing the bars of it’s enclosure. The first bits of your talons poke through your skin, digging into your palms to keep it at bay.

“Y/N?” She asks, and by the tone its clear this isn’t the first time she’s called you by name.

You force yourself to draw a breath, then another. You cannot fight her here like this, no matter how badly you want to. No matter how much the sight of that collar makes you want to destroy everything she’s ever touched. She has the power of the High Lords and if you fight her here in her chambers, untrained, you will loose.

You draw another breath. Rhys had said that half the battle was knowing when to throw the first punch. It isn’t time yet.

You repeat it to yourself, to the thing that slumbers in your chest until it quiets.

You know Amarantha is watching, can feel that oily gaze on you. You draw another breath and force yourself to look at her. “I’m sorry, I… I was just wondering…” You should placate her, pretend your just some untrained, naive little girl she found on Calanmai. At the start of this conversation you might have, but the shift you feel beneath your skin…

You need to get out of the room before you implode.

And you need her to know you’re not just some stupid pet.

“I was just wondering what’s so bad about the twins that’s got you rattled, Your Highness?” Maybe you can’t meet her gaze yet, maybe you can’t win a physical fight, but you’re not some helpless toy at her whims. The last couple weeks have weakened you, but they haven’t beat you.

She growls at you, eyes flashing dangerously.

The male on the end of the couch scatters out of range, ducking behind the curtain long enough for you to get a flash of the room, see another body laying in her silk sheets.

You’re going to rip this mountain apart brick by fucking brick if you have to.

“Is this what you’d rather do, little mouse?” She asks, her voice dangerously low. “Play games with me?”

It's too late to take it all back now. The words are out and despite the shiver running down your spine, you know if you back down now she will hold it over your head forever. Might as well stand your ground and see what she'll reveal to you if you keep pushing. “I’m bored in my cell,” you counter.

She takes a drag of the mirthroot. You'll ask Rhys later why she needs so much of it. Is it possible that holding all that power is effecting her physically somehow?

“How forgetful of me to not keep you entertained.”

“Isn’t that what friends do?” You over emphasize the word, put all your venom into it. You can’t spar with her physically yet, but you’ve always been quicker with your words than your fists anyway.

She flicks the cigarette away. “You should come to dinner tonight, if you’re so bored.”

You hope she can’t hear the way your heart thunders in your chest. This is dangerous, so very dangerous. You’re almost sure you can hear Rhys screaming in your head. “I’d be delighted,” you say as sweetly as you can.

Amarantha motions the Attor over, a dismissal. “I was hoping to protect you from the cruelty of this court until you were ready. My subjects aren’t always as kind as me, but since you’re so keen on getting out of your room, I suppose I can’t help you.”

She’s going to throw you to the wolves.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’ll have to get acquainted with my father’s court eventually.”

“You’ll remember this conversation after dinner,” she hisses as the Attor grabs your shoulder and lifts you off the couch.

“I’m sure it’ll be a good laugh for both of us,” you say like you don’t hear the threat.

As the door opens, you throw over your shoulder, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The powers she’s stolen rumble as the door slams shut behind you, the mountain shaking.

You tuck your trembling hands into your pockets as you walk back the way you came. At least no one is dead this time, but still you can’t shake the feeling that you’re royally fucked.

Doesn’t help matters that, as you turn the corner back towards you room, Rhysand is there, frowning as he leans against the closed door. That intense violet gaze roams over you as you approach, as if he’s cataloging every detail of you, then the Attor.

“Why is she out?” He snarls at the Attor.

“Well hi to you too,” you grumble.

You’re not entirely sure what powers come with being High Lord of the Night Court, but you’re sure he once was able to burn holes through people’s heads, judging by the intensity of the anger in his eyes. He won’t even make eye contacting with you, only the Attor, who lumbers past you, chuckling.

“Her Majesty requested an audience.”

“She’s only to leave her room with me,” Rhys snarls, pushing away from the wall so he’s standing at his full height. Wisps of darkness unfurl from his shoulders, thrashing behind him like living things.

You shiver a little. These last few weeks had made you forget the male you had seen on Calanmai--what Darkness Incarnate was capable of given the right push.

“Funny,” the Attor rasps, unbothered by the display. Maybe when you spend so much time with Amarantha, only big, powerful displays matter. “She hasn’t mentioned you all morning. Maybe she’s gotten tired of you.”

“And maybe,” Rhys prowls forward, the stars you can sometimes see glittering in his eyes winking out with each breath he takes. “I was out dragging Tamlin’s sorry ass in for you.”

The Attor pauses, wings twitching. “Spring surrendered?”

“His time is up,” Rhys snarls. “He didn’t even fight me.”

Shit shit shit. She’s actually done it. Tamlin had been the last High Lord on his throne. When Hybern came in a couple of months, there’d be no one standing in his way. Amarantha would have all the High Lords sitting and waiting for him to do whatever he wanted with them.

You look at Rhys, really look. There’s no damage on him, no cuts or bruises, not even dirt, no hint that he was lying about bringing Tamlin in. He doesn’t look at all bothered by it either, as if this is just another part of the job.

The Attor makes a hissing sound, “Guess we both didn’t get what we wanted today, lordling.”

“This will be the last time you take her anywhere,” Rhys snarls, his voice wholly taken over by a High Lord. Not the male that sits on the floor in the training room, showing you how to shield; not the male who sneaks you snacks to ensure you’re not starving to death in the dark. There is no room for argument, no room for a fight, he is High Lord and he will get his way. “And if I find out any harm came to her while she was under your watch I will take my gods-damned time flaying the skin from your measly bones.”

Measly? The Attor is twice Rhys’s size, yet you know, just by looking at him that he’d win. It’s no idle threat.

“You talk a lot of game, whore,” the Attor snarls as it backs away. It knows it’ll loose too. “But lets see you put that same energy out in front of Her Highness when she has her new pet out for dinner tonight. I’m sure with the Lord of Spring joining us, things will be interesting.”

It scurries away before Rhys can ask what that means, or before you can tear it’s ugly face off it’s bones. Yours claws are piercing into your palms, blood pooling between yours fingers. You hadn’t realized you’d done it, they’d slipped, your control waning at his words. Rhys hadn’t seemed to notice them, hadn’t reacted at all, just as he hadn’t that night in the throne room, but you can’t stand it. And you can’t even explain why.

“Are you hurt?” Rhys asks as soon as the Attor is gone. The wisps of darkness disappear in a rush, like all the energy needed to summon them had suddenly vanished.

“No, I’m fine,” you reply, but you can’t stop yourself from looking down at your hands, the indents you’d left in your palms. Little tendrils of your own darkness slip from them, like it’s leaking out of your skin.

Rhys is on you in an instant, taking your hands in his own, looking at the damage.

“Guess I was clenching my fists a little tight,” you say.

The world tilts and spins, the sound of wind rushing in your ears, and then you’re standing in another bedroom. It’s as barren as your own, lit with a dozen, half melted candles, most of the space taken up by a bed with black silk sheets. There’s some furniture covered in dust around a cold fireplace; it looks less used then your own had been when you’d arrived.

Rhys’s hand is around your wrist, pulling your towards the bathing chambers. He’s breathing hard, as if the winnowing had taken a lot out of him; his skin a little more pale, dark circles around his eyes. How much of his power does Amarantha steal on the daily?

“What did the Attor mean about tonight?” He asks as he motions you to sit on the edge of the tub. It’s bigger than your own, not by much, but there’s enough of a lip around the edge that you can sit without falling completely in. He lets the water run until it’s warm.

You pinch your eyes shut. “She gave me this whole speech about how she wants to be friends.”

He guides your hands under the water and you wince against the sting.

“I was going to wait her out, just not say anything at all, but…” but you kept seeing that male in that godsdamned collar, and the bodies pinned to the wall of the throne room, and the male who had been murdered on the floor.

You know you should be careful here too, no one has explained what his role in all of this is. Was he like Tamlin once? Dragged in when he ran out of options? Or had he come on his own? And you can’t shake the queasiness you get in the pit of your stomach when someone calls him a whore, because all you can do is wonder if Rhys has any say at all what happens to him down here?

“But?”

“But she’s a monster and the last fucking thing I want to be is her friend.”

He steps away long enough to get a towel and dab at the open wounds, still bleeding, the water red as it runs down your hands.

“So I guess I kinda goaded her into doing something with me instead of leaving me in my room all the time.”

Rhys huffs, but you can’t tell if it’s annoyance or anger. He doesn’t say anything beyond that as he shuts off the water and start rummaging through the cabinet under the sink. There’s a lot of vials and bottles and hand towels organized in the small space, the only real sign that anyone ever stays in the room at all.

“You’re lucky she didn’t tear you apart,” he growls as he comes back with a bottle of what looks like antiseptic. He dabs some on another towel and presses it to your palms, ignoring the hiss you make at the sting. “She’s ripped off people’s arms for less.”

“Yeah well one of the joys of being me is she needs me alive,” you drawl.

He tosses the used rag in the tub and then opens a small bottle of salve. It’s half empty, the contents clinging to the sides of the container. It’s applied to your hands with the care of someone who has done this over a dozen different wounds.

“How’d you find all this stuff?”

He’s got gauze too; wraps your hands carefully. “One of the joys of being me is she needs me in one piece,” he returns.

When your hands are all wrapped, he puts all the stuff back and washes his own hands.

“What…” this is dangerous ground, it sounds an awful lot like you care about him. You run a finger over the bandage, trace the sleeve of the shirt you only have because he’d given it to you. You’d still be in a shift in this frozen place if it wasn’t for him. You’d be a lot worse off, if it wasn’t for him.

“What exactly do you do for her?” Do you even want to know? Why torture yourself with the truth when you find out he’s done all of this for her because he wants to? Because he was born a monster just like she was and had only decided to latch onto you because maybe you were as much a ticket to Hybern’s graces as you were for Amarantha?

You watch the way his back shudders as he draws a shaking breath.

Something in your chest cracks and you jump off the edge of the tub.

“Whatever she wants,” he says so softly you almost can’t hear him.

You take a step closer, then another, until you’re right behind him. “And do you… want to do that?”

He turns slowly, head to his chest.

You take the final step so that you can look up into his eyes. So you can see him. There is so much there, in his eyes, in the shadows across his face that you’re pretty sure you have an answer. But you can’t be pretty sure of anything Under the Mountain. You need to hear it said.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” he whispers.

“Yes it does,” you press.

He shakes his head, onyx hair falling over his eyes. This is the most rumpled you’ve seen him, he’s always so put together. “Not with what I stand to loose.”

“What could be worth all this?” You’ve unconsciously brought your bandaged hands up on his chest, the beat of his heart quickening beneath your palms. He lets you, as if that pulse might show you that he really does have a heart that works under his shirt.

He brings a hand up slowly, gently running his fingers over the back of your knuckles. His mouth opens, and closes without an answer.

“Rhys-”

He pulls your hands away, straightening, whatever emotion had been on his face before is gone, that cold mask of indifference in it’s place once again. “I am High Lord,” he explains, “my duty is to protect my people at all costs.” Whatever he was going to say before will remain buried behind that mask. You don’t know how he does it so easily. Just when you think he might open up, might let you in, might show you that the male you had met on Calanmai was real, he shuts it out behind this mask.

“And who protects you?” You dare to ask, because even though you know you can’t get past that mask, you can’t stop yourself from trying.

“I don’t need protecting,” he says, but it’s not confidence in his voice, nor pride, it’s… broken, as if he doesn’t think he’s worth protecting. “Careful, Y/N, I might think you care about me.”

Caring in a place like this very well may get you killed. But if you stop, if you find your own mask and shut down every piece of yourself behind it, aren’t you just as bad as him?

“Would it be so bad?” You whisper. You can’t help but feel small in a place like this, would having a friend be so terrible?

“Yes!” He snarls and darkness leaks from him again. “The more people you care about in this gods forsaken mountain the harder it is to get out! You might only get one shot and if you don’t take it, you’re likely to get stuck here forever.”

Somehow this is worse than Amarantha asking to be friends, this feels an awful like some sort of rejection and that chasm you often feel after Calanmai, when you’d ignored him, cracks and splits wide open in your chest. You feel yourself tumbling down, down into the dark void.

“Why do you care so much if I get out then?”

“Because you’re-” he bites down on the rest of the sentence, shakes it off with a deep breath. “No one else will tell you the truth, so here it is: You will be the death of all of us if you stay. So yes, I want you out of here. I want you as fucking far away from here as possible!”

You can’t breathe.

The chasm swallows you, drags you under until you don’t know what way is up. You know you’re crying, but you can’t stop the tears that stream down your cheeks. Rhys doesn’t bother to try and wipe them away this time.

“Fuck you,” you whimper.

“It’s not my fault you were so damn isolated the first scrap of attention you got you confused with something else,” he replies. “I’ve kept you alive out of necessity and I will continue to do so until it is no longer required of me. And when the time comes for you to get out, you’ll take it and not look back, understand?”

The world spins again and you’re suddenly back inside your own room.

“Do you understand?” He repeats again.

“Perfectly,” you hiss.

“Good. Now let’s fucking hope I can get you out of this gods-damned dinner before your throw away your chance.”

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juceynightmare · 11 months

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dating 101 (18+) part 26 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, alcohol usage, *smash bros challenger approaching scene*

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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he had been there once before - the day that y/n moved into her dorm. in the time from move-in to now, austin could tell that the residents of the dorm building had truly made the place their new home. the lounges were bustling, full with post-it art on the windows and some even had a few friend groups mingling in there. he glanced at each whiteboard that was on each dorm door that he passed, even stopping to fill out a few polls that people had left on their boards. for a second, it made him wish he had gone to school instead of going straight to working after high school.

he thought over a poll that was on one of the whiteboards - one that was on cody and ted’s whiteboard. he only knew it was their room because of the nametags and multiple polaroids of the two men with y/n that was taped up on their door. he quickly counted the current count: 8 for ass, 12 for titties. truly a shocking turnout for austin - he assumed more people were ass guys nowadays. he giggled to himself as he wrote down a third option “personality” under the poll and added a tally mark… to the ass tallies.

he set the dry erase marker back in its spot just as the door opened, and austin was met face to face with a blonde man who looked like he was having the worse day possible. he feels bad for scaring the man, watching the way he jumped slightly at the sight of austin standing by his door. he figures this one is cody.

austin nodded in greeting, watching cody do the same before he turned on his heel and walked across the hall to y/n’s room, clutching the plastic bag in his hand. he could feel cody’s gaze on him, and he figured it was because he was wondering who he was and why he went straight across to y/n’s room. austin knocked on the door, feeling a shiver unpleasantly creep down his spine at cody’s stare.

y/n opened the door, and austin’s eyes widened at her tear-stained face. he shook off cody’s stare, taking a step in as soon as y/n stepped off to the side to let him in. “how long have you been crying?” he asked, quickly shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot as he leaned down to set the plastic bag down on the floor besides their feet. he shrugged off his backpack in the process, letting it drop to the floor with a thud.

he wrapped his arms around y/n’s frame, pulling her against him as he walked her over to the bed so he could sit her down. y/n wished she could cry - but she had already cried all the tears she had. she let austin sit her down on the bed, feeling his hands come to rest on her shoulders so that she wouldn’t be able to just lean forward and shy away from his gaze. “i don’t know. i don’t have any more tears now.” she mumbled.

austin let go of her shoulders and let her fall forward until her face was pressed against his lower stomach. he sighed softly, adjusting himself so that he was standing between her legs. austin wrapped his arms around her, keeping her pressed against him as he felt her arms wrap around his midsection.

“my little baby.” he cooed gently, gently patting down her hair as he stared down at the top of her head. austin rested his hand against the back of her neck, guiding her to pull her face away from his stomach so that she could look up at him. “i spent so many years loving you gently and making sure not a single tear would ever fall from these eyes.” he whispered, letting go of her neck so that he could cup her face in his hand. “now look at you, dove, crying over two silly little boys.”

“it’s my fault.” she replied, ignoring the way austin hushed her. “i should just have never gotten involved with anyone. cody and roman aren’t going to be friends now and it’s all because i couldn’t just go on dates with roman and not fuck cody. and if i wasn’t so one-dimensional, then maybe i’d realize that cody might end up catching feelings because he’s only human and-“

austin got her to quiet down by placing his hand over her mouth. he bent down until he was eye level with y/n, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “you’re only human, too. you’re allowed to make mistakes. you’re allowed to not be able to read another person or a situation properly. it’s not like you went into this with the goal to hurt them. you’re just a girl who is finally free from her dad’s stupid overprotective self who’s finally getting to explore herself and the outside world.” he reminded her, pulling his hand away from her mouth and resting both of his hands on her hips. austin watched as she thought over his words, eventually nodding her head in silence.

“it feels wrong, though. that everything about me is wrong. i feel like i’m so far behind everyone else. i just recently had my first kiss. i just recently lost my virginity. i still have never been in a relationship. meanwhile, everyone else is way ahead of me and it feels like i should just know exactly what i want by now but i don’t and people are getting caught in my crosshair.” she huffed out in frustration, her gaze boring into austin’s eyes. “all my friends are growing up faster than i am, and i can’t help but feel like my immaturity is hurting people because i don’t know what i’m doing”

“just because you haven’t experienced all those things up until now doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong about you, y/n.” austin mumbled, leaning forward until their foreheads were pressed together. he shut his eyes and sighed, “everyone gets hurt, dove. it’s just how life is - not because of whether or not you’re ‘grown up’ enough. you find someone, you try it out, and it either works or it doesn’t. and it doesn’t always mean officially being boyfriend-girlfriend whatever, sometimes you find someone and you’re the closest thing to dating but then it’s ripped apart.” he paused, pulling his forehead away from hers while keeping his eyes shut. it was as if austin had already known exactly how far he’d have to pull back and tilt his head up to press a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “you know that much already. it’s happened to us, hasn’t it?”

in another universe, y/n knows that the man in front of her would be her first everything. there was once a time when the two were just middle schoolers with silly little crushes on each other. everyone around them knew, especially their closest friends, but they’d never confess to each other. instead, they’d try and get the other to make the first move and confess through means of: secretly holding hands under the lunch table, austin letting y/n wear his hoodies whenever she was cold, and y/n cheering for austin at every basketball game with a large sign that she’d spend far too long making.

but this universe is cruel, and when y/n’s dad let her know that he began seeing someone else and that she had a son that was her age, y/n was ecstatic. until that faithful day that her dad invited his new girlfriend to dinner at their house and was told that her son would be joining them only to learn that her dad’s new girlfriend’s son was austin.

the two never spoke about it back then, but they knew that their crushes on each other weren’t enough for them to sabotage their parents’ relationship. from this, an odd dynamic was born between them: with austin growing ever so cocky as puberty began and y/n retracting far back into her shell. austin was the only one in their friend group to go to a different high school, simply because his mom wanted him to go to a charter school instead.

but y/n would still be the loudest person cheering for him in the bleachers. he’d still send her off to school with one of his hoodies to make sure she stayed warm. and they‘d play video games in austin’s room with their legs laid across one another. with the over-looming fact that they’d become step-siblings officially one day, austin had even taken it upon himself to joke about sleeping with y/n like those step-sibling porn videos.

but y/n wouldn’t tell him to stop and austin would only continue because he enjoyed making her flustered. but he also knew that if y/n had ever wanted to say “fuck it” and give them a shot, austin wouldn’t wait any longer.

it’d continue on until now, and although their feelings had faded away when austin began dating other girls and y/n started finding others attractive- they both knew that there’d always be something like love that’d be lying under the surface of their interactions. they didn’t need to tell each other because they already felt it long ago.

austin opened his eyes and pulled away from her completely, hearing the way her breath had hitched in her throat. “let’s drink. you’ve had a rough day.” he said, turning around and picking up the plastic bag he had dropped to the floor. he took out both bottles of hennessey and jack daniels, walking over to her desk so he could set it down. “got cups?” he asked her.

y/n pushed herself off the bed, thinking over austin’s words as she walked over to her fridge. she took out two plastic shot cups she had from the stack that sat in her basket, walking over to austin and setting the cups down on the desk.

“i feel like people are judging me because i’m a shit person for continuing on with my dance without realizing that i wouldn’t be able to not hurt one or the other.” she mumbled, feeling austin’s arm wrap around her waist so that he could pull her to his side after he had opened up the hennessey bottle.

“fuck what others think.” he hummed, pouring out the drink into the two shot cups while he rubbed circles into her side with his thumb. “they’re just as shit of a person as the next guy. no one’s perfect and as far as i’m concerned, they shouldn’t be judging you just because you’re not as experienced and you’re going into this whole thing blindly. i know you’re not the type of girl who romanticized everything and watched chick flicks so you’re actually learning from the very bottom. well, i guess besides the awkward flirting we did in middle school that sorta faded away into this whole step-sibling porn thing we got going on now.” austin pointed out, setting the bottle down and holding out a shot cup for her to take. once she grabbed it, austin grabbed his own and clanged their cups together.

“cheers.” y/n and austin mumbled before they both tossed their head backs and downed the shots.

they set down the cups fast on the table, y/n grimacing at the taste. “no chasers, baby. we’re big strong men in this household.” austin mumbled, watching in amusement as y/n’s face contorted.

“god, you’re fucking horrible. i don’t know how you expect me to take that without a chaser.” she coughed, leaning against austin as she felt his body shake with his laugh.

he pressed another kiss to the top of her head, turning so he could face her and properly pull her in for a hug. he smiled as he felt her wrap his arms around his waist and bury her face in his chest while he rested his chin atop her head. “alright, no more deep talk stuff, okay? let me get this straight to you. you started a fight between two friends who are certainly not going to be friends anymore because you lead the both of them on.“ he could feel her pull her head back to talk back at him, but he raised a hand to press against the back of her head and keep her face pressed against his chest. “but you’re only human. you make mistakes and that’s okay, you just have to learn from them. but tonight, let’s make a few more mistakes and get so drunk that you’ll have to skip classes.” he continued softly.

he didn’t get an immediate reply and austin knew that the girl was thinking over his words. he smoothed out her hair as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other to gently sway her.

“okay.” she mumbled against his chest, pushing back against his hand so that she could look up at him. “i missed you, austin.” she whispered softly, watching as a small smile crept up on austin’s face.

“i know.” he replied, unwrapping his arms from around her so that he could reach for their shot cups again. he handed y/n her cup before grabbing the open bottle, pouring another shot into both of their cups. “i missed you too, baby. now, let’s drink, turn on your laptop, and sing the entirety of the let it shine soundtrack.” he responded, watching the way y/n’s mood visibly lifted as they clanged their cups together before tossing their heads back and feeling the alcohol burn down their throats.

|| next part ||

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gaybananabread · 5 months

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hellooo! for the fruit shop could you do pear + grapes with lee!miles and ler!hobie from ATSV? the idea I had in mind was that Miles would be stressed about being spiderman, and hobie would comfort him in his own special way (which would then include tickling Miles to pieces ofc) tysm!!

Fruit(s): Pears, Grapes

These two are incredibly fun to write for I swear- Miles would absolutely be one to way stress out over life, and I can see Hobie affectionately being a dork about it. Love how your brain works, Anon! As always, thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Miles

Ler: Hobie

Summary: Miles is falling behind due to his duties as Spider-Man and majorly stressing out about it. Hobie helps him calm down, as well as adding a special twist to make sure he's all cheered up.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Miles ran through the halls of Visions High School, racing to get to class…well, less late than he would've if he wasn't running. A few papers fell out of his binder, but he didn't stop. They weren't important anyway…probably. Extra copies exist for a reason.

He had run into two villains that morning; some weird bird guy and a rhino. The fight trashed his suit, ripping it in places and leaving him bruised up. Lucky for him, a good foundation can solve any problem.

When he finally burst into the classroom, his history teacher looked less than impressed. She pointed to his seat before continuing her lecture, silently letting him know to stay after class. Wonderful.

Time seemed to crawl as he half-listened to the lecture, knee bouncing furiously beneath the desk. The bell finally rang, somehow sending both a pang of relief and dread into his chest. It had just been that kind of week. She approached his desk, sighing and leaning on it.

“Look, Miles… I know you’re a good kid. You pay attention, don’t talk unless it’s appropriate, and write me apologies when you’re late or forget an assignment. What I can’t understand is what’s distracting you so badly that you’re late every day and write the same date on your papers for a week.” Her voice wasn’t judgemental; she just sounded tired and wanted to know what was happening. He could relate to that.

“I…I just got a full plate.” It was a lame explanation, but it was the best he had. She frowned, though it was a look of mild frustration rather than disappointment or anger. “Maybe you should try to clear it a bit. At this rate, that plate’s going to get so heavy that you won’t be able to carry it anymore. I don’t want to see your plate shatter, Miles. Think about it.”

That wasn’t so bad. He felt horrible for lying, but that icky ache was growing more dull with each fib. “But. You have been late to my class four times now. You know the rules.” His heart sank; four tardies meant a write-up and a call home. Not so bad to most, though he had no good way to explain himself.

“I know there’s more to this, so I’ll be nice. You’ve got a choice. Either take the normal reprimand or write me a one thousand word report on the development of political institutions throughout American history.” Damn it…

Miles frowned down at his ever-growing to-do list, tallying up his work for the weekend. He chose the essay for his history teacher; he couldn’t get another reprimand. His body ached from the fight, his mind dragging as he tried to focus on the political article. The word “exhausted” felt like a gross understatement.

The teen was so out of it that he didn’t notice things floating around the dorm, nor did he see the lanky Brit that came out of the portal. He did, however, feel the arms that wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. “Ey, short man! What’cha mopin’ for?” The small shriek he let out shocked both of them. Hobie set the boy back down, frowning slightly. “Damn, you al’ight? You’re jumpy as hell.”

That look…he decided he hated it. The worried, slightly pitiful look made him feel crummier than he already did. But…he could actually tell Hobie what was bothering him. Hobie was like him; a part of their crazy, high-pressure world. Miles actually had someone to confide in. “Nah, not really…”

Hobie bit his lip, sighing at the simple admission. His friend looked…tired. Tired and sad. He’d have to fix that.

The punk brought Miles to his bed, laying him down and sitting beside him. Whenever his friends are upset, Hobie has a special way of cheering them up. Miles’s cheer-ups include a special step, one he never sees coming; it’s always clear he enjoys it though.

Hobie wrapped an arm around his friend, pulling him into a tight and comforting hug. “Hey, c’mon Miles. You can tell me anythin’, bruv.” Miles sighed, leaning into the hug. Finally, someone he can talk to…

“Uh…it’s just been a lot. With Spider-Man stuff, school’s been impossible, and my teachers are gettin’ closer and closer to callin’ my parents. I dunno how I’m gonna explain it if they do…” His voice trailed off at the end as he buried his face in Hobie’s shoulder.

The taller man rubbed Miles’s arm, trying to help him feel better. There wasn’t much that could be done for his situation unless he told his parents; that was only happening when he was ready. “”M sorry, Miles; that’s just rotten. If ya want, I could ‘elp with some’a those assignments. Was pre’y decent in school, long as it ain’t Maths.”

His eyes lit up at the offer; he had to bite his tongue before he sounded too desperate. “Y-yeah, that’d be awesome! Only if it’s easy for you, though; I-I don’t wanna cause problems.” Hobie huffed, deciding it was time for the special portion of his cheer up session.

A squeeze on Miles’s side cut off his half-apologies, his words ending in a squeal. “H-Hohobie? What’re you- nYAHAhahaha!” Miles shoved at the other spider’s hand as it poked and prodded at his side. Seriously, that?! He didn’t mind it, but still…

“Isn’t it obvious? ‘M cheerin’ you up, lil’ man.” Hobie smirked, moving to spider his fingers on Miles’s stomach. He squeaked, his giggles occasionally jumping up to choked laughter. “I-Ihihi dohon’t neheed chehehEERIHING UHUHUP!”

The teen squirmed and thrashed, trying to get away from his friend’s tickly touch. He was trapped; Hobie’s strong, firm grip on his shoulders was inescapable, his evil fingers going to town on Miles’s poor belly. “Course ya do, yer all mopey. Those giggles suit ya much better than a frown.”

Hobie’s wiggling fingers went exploring, landing on the younger spider’s ribcage. His arms slammed to his sides, trying to stop that hand from going any higher. “HOHOHObiehehe! Ihi’m hahappy! Y-youhu can quihIHIHIT!”

The fact that he didn’t outright say to stop only made the punk want to go on forever. It was clear he wanted a bit more; that blocked spot was quite enticing… The arm around Miles’s shoulders moving out front, gathering up his hands and holding his arms above his head. Hobie smirked, the lopsided look sending a flurry of butterflies to Miles’s stomach. “Brace ya’self, giggles~”

Not wanting to wait any longer, Hobie dug into his hollows, mining for all the laughter he could find. And laughter he got. “HOHOHOBIEHE! NAHAT THEHERE! NAHAHAHO!” Miles bucked and thrashed, almost knocking them both off his bed. Hobie got ahead of the mess, pushing him down onto the mattress so neither of them could get hurt.

Loud, boisterous, almost childish laughter rang out in the dorm, almost definitely going through the walls to his “neighbors.” He wasn’t exactly hating what was happening, but it was problematic. It was hardly the worst noise that had ever come through dorm walls, though he was sure someone would call in a noise complaint. That thought made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA CAHALL SEHEHECURITYHYHY!”

Hobie rolled his eyes, hating the logic; it was true, but he didn’t have to like it. He wasn’t ready to quit just yet. Instead of stopping completely, he moved his fluttering fingers to Miles’s neck. The boy’s raucous laughter calmed to sweet giggles, his struggling almost ending.

Anyone who personally knew Miles could tell how adorably sensitive his neck was. Even the soft, gentle tickling had him giggling like a little kid. That person could also tell that he absolutely adored any attention on that certain spot; he practically melted.

Normally, he would’ve let Hobie continue with the gentle tickling. He had a lot of work, however, and was getting more and more tired with every giggle. Miles weakly tugged at his arms, whining through the sweet sound. “C-cohohome ohon! Plehehease?”

Hobie chuckled, seeing how tired the other spider was getting. “Bah, fine. Lucky I‘m feelin’ nice today, giggles.” He dragged a claw from Miles’s pit to his belly before stopping, giving his entire midsection a parting gift before he let go. Miles shrieked, curling up into a ball the moment he was released.

The punk rubbed his back, chuckling softly. Miles flinched at first, thinking Hobie was going back for another tease. “Ey, I’m done, I’m done! Calm it down, Miles.” A small huff left his full lips as he looked over his giggly friend. “You al’ight, lil’ man? Didn’t go too far, did I?”

Miles shook his head, relaxing at the calming touch. “N-noho, you’re goohohod. Just…just tihickled.” That got a laugh out of the other hero; guess some things never change.

Once the teen had fully calmed down and regained his composure, the two got to work. Well, Hobie started on one of the essays while Miles finally got a much-needed nap and meal. After he got his rest, they both worked on assignments, music playing in the background to help them focus. Every so often, Miles would groan in frustration, earning him a quick and reassuring poke to the side. And you know what? He didn’t mind it one bit.

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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Ayooo. It sounds kinda cringe but eddie munson x vampire reader???? Or something like that. Or just x GN reader. That would be rlly swag of you :D

NO BC THIS IS PERFECT I was like "man I really wanna write a little about the Lost Boys/Stranger Things fic I'm working on, but IDK if the asker knows the Lost Boys" but you DO so sorry I am taking creative liberties w/ this imagine.

"Big Storm Coming" (Eddie Munson + LostBoys!Reader)

Your brothers were rabble-rousers. Nare-do-wells. It made settling anywhere... difficult, when the police kept getting on their tails. They set fires, caused public chaos, spray-painted walls. Hell, you spray-painted walls when you were bored enough. Eternal life was excruciatingly boring.

Like clockwork Max would chew them out, probably throwing one of them across the room in anger, and then move all of you to a new town.

Probably for the best. David brought death with him everywhere, he was messy and angry like that, and Dwayne, Marko, and Paul followed his example. Usually leaving you and Star to clean up the disaster.

So, really, moving to Hawkins felt like any other clan migration. Low population, sleepy police force, lots of bored teens "prone to going missing", as David had put it with a tight, toothy smile.

Marko had cackled when Max said he was enrolling everyone in highschool to "keep you outta trouble". He thought it was a joke.

It was not a joke. When you tried to protest Max told you to shut it or he'd lock you out on the porch come sunrise.

You all went straight from Max's van doors to the school entryway. A half-second in the sun, shielded under jacket lapels and long hair.

It was, admittedly, pretty fun, blowing open those doors on your first day. As much as you had a love-hate relationship with your blood brothers, you had to admit they turned heads. You all did. Wild rocker hair, manic self-assured grins, spike-studded boots. Rock-and-roll, baby. The sea of hallway students parted for the five of you.

Paul and Dwayne, as usual, were flirting with any girl that came within five feet of them, taking bets on who'd get a number by the end of the day. But with Star home with Laddie and David glowering at everyone like he wanted to massacre everything and then hang himself, you were pretty much on your own.

Great. School, again. A year of faking interest in American history and just waiting for a drained corpse to be found in the woods.

And then. AND THEN. Hawkins High, shithole in the middle of Indiana, gave you the gift you'd be desperately hoping for.

"Principal's office, NOW, Munson!" A teacher screamed nearby, flinging open a classroom door and shoving out a tall, wild-maned, leather-jacket clad man. The man flipped a double bird to the closed door, shoved his hands in his pockets, and turned around to start trudging down the hall.

Freezing in place when he saw you. Two individuals, nearly identical in style. Outcasts. Lost, maybe.

An incredulous grin spread across his face, dark eyebrows disappearing up into messy fringe. "...Holy shit." He said with a disbelieving laugh. "Look at you. Rock on, man."

He introduced himself as Eddie Munson, blood thumping under his ivory-pale skin and smelling like American Spirit cigarettes, and all at once you were hooked. He was clearly excited to see someone else with a patch jacket sporting bands he knew. He asked you if you wanted to smoke sometime. You blindly agreed, distracted by that warm smile.

And as he walked away down the wide hall, saying "Boo!" to a passing group of freshmen girls and making them literally jump, two things were made utterly apparent to you.

One: Eddie Munson was going to save your high school experience from being the most boring thing ever.

Two: he needed to be protected from your brothers at all costs. None of you were allowed to be happy. To make friends. They destroyed those sort of things out of envy, of jealousy. And you would not let Eddie be a tally mark in David's kill ledger.

Thank you for the prompt: if you guys like this concept, please let me know! I'm considering a longer, multi-chapter crossover fic with Eddie/reader and the Hawkins gang VS Max's boys.

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jimblejamblewritings · 1 year

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riddle means misery | part 9.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader (semi-slowburn)

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: lol, I don’t know why I assumed that a semi-slowburn wouldn’t be a longer story but here we are at part 9 and still going.

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You wrote another tally in your journal. Remus had got you one as a Christmas present. You spend a good number of hours at the dining room table tallying all the days you spent in prison— both Azkaban and St. Barney’s. You only took a short break to eat lunch and then started tallying up all the days you had been free so far. It was a habit that you weren’t convinced you’d break any time soon.

“Y/N, we’re leaving. We’ll see you next weekend, yeah?”

You nodded at the three Marauders who were going back to Hogwarts. You weren’t teaching for the rest of the year— a break all of the staff thought you should’ve had. You needed proper time in the real world before holding any sort of job. Dumbledore promised your spot would still be there when you asked about being hired for real.

Ginny surprised you with a hug before running to the fireplace. You set down your quill, having finally marked the tally that signified today. You set it in your basket and closed the lid back with a gentle pat. Charlie came bounding down the stairs with all his suitcases, Bill following right behind him.

“Ready?” Charlie asked.

“Are you okay going with them, Y/N?” Molly asked as she shoved treats into your basket until it was almost full.

“I don’t want to impose. Thank you.”

Mrs. Weasley insisted that you wouldn’t be imposing by staying with her and Arthur but she let you go anyway. Charlie and Bill shared a flat that was mainly Bill’s since Charlie was off taming dragons. It was easier rent for both of them. Since he had the bigger bedroom, Bill was perfectly content with cutting it in half. He conjured up a wall and separate door for you.

“Charlie and I are taking off three weeks, just until you’re adjusted.”

“Can we go get a blanket later?”

“We can go now if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

Charlie jumped back up to his feet. He and Bill stayed slightly behind you. Partly to give you space and partly to observe you. Aside from when you were running away from James, you were very slow. You also looked at the ground more than anything else. They couldn’t tell if it was anxiety in general or because every single witch and wizard seemed to be recognizing you— everyone throwing apologetic looks.

You waited for the wizard in front of you to walk through the Gringotts doors but he tried to usher you in. It was only when you realized that he was being genuine and not going to slam the door in your face did you actually go through it. It was almost laughable that you were a grown woman and this was the first time you had ever set foot in a bank. The goblin sitting at the desk at the very end of the reception hall looked down at you.

“Name?”

“Y/N Riddle.”

His eyes went wide. “Arm please… other one.”

You held out the arm with the Dark Mark on it. The goblin examined the mark before nodding and placing what you could only assume was the key to your vault in your hand. He jumped down from his desk chair and motioned for you and the two Weasley men to follow him. Bill looked down when you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt as the little cart started to descend underneath the first floor of the bank.

“Apologies,” the goblin said. “Ms. Riddle’s vault has been moved but she had to be here in person to retrieve the assets from the old vault. Key, please.”

He took the little key from your hand. You nodded as you saw the open vault. The measly single stack of galleons and knuts was to be expected from the Riddle fortune. You were kind of surprised there were any galleons. You had expected every bit of the money to be gone. What the hell was the Ministry even bothering with when it came to freezing the account when you were a child?

The cart ride away from your old vault and towards your new one was much more comfortable. It was one of the few vaults above ground. On the third floor of the bank, there were lots of windows and it was very bright. The Ministry had taken lots of precautions with you. If it was anyone but you it might have been overkill or pampering for no reason. But they— along with a lot of other people— didn’t feel like they could just leave you to live your life right away. They might not be able to do so for a while. The goblin asked for your same vault key once more.

“Merlin’s Beard,” you gasped.

There was more money in there than you could have imagined. Even Bill and Charlie’s mouths were open at seeing it. There was no way all of it was from your compensation. You added your little single stack from your old vault before picking up just the amount you thought you would need for the day. The goblin handed you a little pouch.

“Gringotts pouch, connected to your vault. Daily limit is set by each vault holder. Anything more must be picked up in person.”

“What do most people set?”

“Average income, twenty galleons.”

You agreed to do that as well, figuring that you would come back if you ever needed more than twenty galleons for the day. Gringotts was left to go explore the shops of Diagon Alley. You finally opened up a door to a store full of home goods. Bill and Charlie watched a shaky hand pat each blanket. Nodding to yourself, you picked up three of them. One was weighted and one stayed extra hot. It was still winter so the heated one— woven with fibers made of phoenix feathers— seemed perfect for you. Holding up your bag, you showed off your purchases to the two men with you. They tried not to laugh too hard at how proud you seemed of three blankets.

“Is there anywhere else you want to go?” Charlie asked.

You looked at Bill. “Where did you get the sweater I borrowed?”

“My mum made it.”

“Oh.” Your face fell a bit. “Can we go eat?”

The pub was nice. Anything was nice to you. Charlie and Bill were sharing stories with you about their lives in order to fill up the silence of eating. You like listening to their stories. Their family seemed so nice. You wished you were old enough to have gone to school with Molly and Arthur or young enough to go with Bill or Charlie. That wish died quickly— you probably would have been the same way so it didn’t matter. The two of them watched you stiffen up when a bunch of Aurors came in to get lunch— dressed in the Auror uniform. Your hands started to shake and then the rest of your body was trembling.

“Can we leave?”

Bill was immediately around to the other side of the table. He swung an arm over your shoulder and tried to block the view. Charlie helped by standing behind the both of you. Bill could feel you shaking like mad. Diagon Alley was quickly forgotten and you went back to the safety of the men’s flat. You might have been a third roommate but the place didn’t feel like yours at all. You didn’t want to make it feel like yours, already feeling bad that you were imposing on them. Without being asked by you, Charlie immediately opened the doors to their French balcony. Even though it wasn’t a full deck with room to walk out on, they figured you’d be content with just sitting somewhat outside.

Charlie’s guess was correct. After a very quick shower, you prepared tea in your new favorite mug, grabbed your newly bought blanket, and sat right up against the balcony. Bill and Charlie lived in the city so muggles were everywhere but the street housed almost exclusively wizards— everyone’s windows were charmed so muggles could never actually witness the magic inside even if they were just taking peeks in windows as they walked by.

You watched the muggles and wizards alike go back and forth, going to wherever they needed to go. They seemed so busy. You wondered if you would ever be that busy in your life. You very much wanted to be. The balcony doors were only closed once the sun had fully set. Bill and Charlie tried their hardest not to question you too much or make it seem like they were paying attention to the weird things you did.

The clashing of pots and pans got both men’s attention in the morning. What the hell was all that noise? They exited their bedrooms to see your back to them. You were in the kitchen, attempting cooking. You had bought a cookbook when you guys were out.

“Accio noodles.”

A small scream left you when the jar that held pasta came flying out the cabinet and almost hit you. It crashed to the floor, glass breaking. Bill and Charlie rushed over to you.

“Are you okay?”

You kept looking at the pile of glass until Charlie repaired the jar. Bill felt your hand that was still on his chest, from when he pulled you away from the glass, tapping a rather erratic pattern. He grabbed your hand and you turned from looking at the floor where the glass once was to looking at him.

“Stop,” he said. “It’s just a jar. No harm, no foul.”

“B-But, I woke you up and made a mess.”

Bill shook his head. “None of that… What were you making?”

You picked up the cookbook from where it was resting on the counter to show them a chicken and mushroom noodle soup. You had purposely picked up the book that said A Witch’s Guide to Homemaking: being a homemaker for yourself. It was for young women entering the adult world but you had been out of the real world for so long that you thought it was appropriate. All the recipes and tips involved very basic, almost baby, magic. Charlie and Bill didn’t say anything about the book or the fact that you were eating soup for breakfast. They just looked at the recipe.

“Three flicks of a wand for the broth. Charlie, you can cut the veggies right?”

“Yeah, but we’re out of mushrooms.”

“I’ll get some,” you offered before either man could say anything.

You wanted to help, wanted to be able to do something. Quickly, you ran to your room to get galleons and put on a sweater.

“We should’ve stopped so you could get a coat,” Bill muttered when you started to open the front door. “Accio coat.”

He handed his Auror coat to you. You just stared at it like it would come to life and bite you at any moment.

“It won’t hurt you. Please wear it, you’re going to get sick… Charlie, you have any coats?”

“Sorry, I’m around dragons all the time. They leave Romania when it gets cold and so do I. I only got Mum’s sweaters.”

“Y/N, please.”

You gingerly took the red coat. It was a bit different from the one that he wore at all your trials and escorting you to Diagon Alley— fur around the collar and sleeves for the winter uniform. It was very heavy when you put it on. Heavy and warm.

“Can I leave?”

“Yeah, have fun.”

Bill and Charlie laughed as you waddled out of the flat. The snow stuck to your hair as you moved through the streets. Charlie watched you from the window until you were out of sight. You stopped at Gringotts instead of just going to the store to collect some muggle money.

The goblin was kind enough to inform you that you could also pull your money out of your pouch and it would convert into muggle money if you simply thought about it. You wanted to get the mushrooms from a muggle grocery store because you wanted to get a cookbook from them, one that didn’t require magic at all.

“What took you so long?” Charlie asked when you came back. “We were starting to worry.”

They didn’t need a verbal answer when they saw you putting up the muggle cookbook on the kitchen shelf. You handed off the mushrooms and went to set the table. Breakfast went smoothly once you were out of the kitchen.

Life with Bill and Charlie was an interesting one. They went back to work after their three-week breaks. But Bill always ate breakfast and dinner with you if he wasn’t off curse-breaking— he went on to curse break for Aurors since the pay was better and he still got to do what he loved even if there was a stricter process to do so. And Charlie tried to come back every weekend. It wasn’t always possible but he still tried. If they weren’t there then you went to the Burrow. Molly was more than happy to spend time teaching you things— she saw it almost as a practice run for helping Ginny when it came time for her to start learning how to be her own witch. Sometimes you went to work with Arthur, more than happy to run investigative tasks for him in the Muggle world— you gave him a very detailed report that a rubber duck was sold in the children’s department and used to make bath time more amusing.

When it wasn’t a Weasley, you were usually around Lily and Dorcas because, like Bill, they had government jobs. But unlike him, they were almost always in the Ministry. Marlene got you a permanent pass to be allowed to sit in the stands during her quidditch practice. You hadn’t gone to one of her professional games yet but sometimes you did go to practice. And you went to Hogwarts a lot during the week. The fireplace in the Weasley flat was the only one permanently connected to the fireplace in the Great Hall.

“Right on time,” Sirius chuckled when you stepped out of the fireplace after breakfast with Bill. “What did you make today?”

“Almond and vanilla yogurt parfait. Bill said it was very good and we should make it again for Charlie.”

“Sounds delicious. Whose class am I taking you to?” Sirius tried to ask you as many questions as possible to try and help break your need to ask people about everything before you did something.

“Severus.”

“Ew. Okay, let’s go.”

Severus was always happy to see you in the Potions classroom— his students were extremely happy as well. His words were less harsh whenever you were in the room. The more you showed up at the school, the more students came up to you to ask questions. Not just in Potions but wherever. You liked the feeling of being asked things. You left Severus to go to Remus’ classroom. That was something that you guys were practicing. Everyone thought that if you could switch classrooms without asking then maybe you could do other things without asking.

“Perfect timing,” Remus said when you walked into the classroom. “Students, I bet if you beg then Professor Riddle will let you go.”

A choir of voices rang out as all of Remus’ first years begged you to take them to the Chamber of Secrets. They kept promising not to touch anything or go anywhere that you didn’t give them permission to go. Eventually, you agreed. Remus clapped his hands together.

“Class, let’s go, be on your best behavio— Y/N, where are your shoes?”

You looked down at your socks that were wiggling back at you. Remus sighed.

“Does no one notice but me? They all let you walk out without… Accio Y/N’s shoes.”

You blinked as some sherpa-lined clogs were in your hand. Remus admitted that almost everyone had shoes in their classroom for you. Lily, Dorcas, Bill, and Arthur had them in their office. Marlene had some in her locker at the quidditch pitch. Molly had a whole basket for you. As you led everyone to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, you realized how many things people did for you silently. They tried their hardest not to make you feel like a needy toddler but wouldn’t leave you to take care of yourself alone.

Myrtle swooped down from the window ledge to stand right in front of you and all the students. She rolled her eyes before looking at you.

“I saw the trial, I guess I’m sorry. Your father’s screwed us both over.”

“Thank you, Myrtle.”

“Whatever.”

She left you all with an obnoxious moan before diving into a toilet. The students gave half-hearted chuckles before focusing when you started to speak in parseltongue. Like little ducklings, they followed you down— Remus decided to be the very end of the line. One of the Ravenclaws looked around in awe.

“There’s a lot of parseltongue to get in.”

They weren’t wrong. There were multiple entrances before reaching the heart of the Chamber. Everyone froze at seeing the dead basilisk. It was just a skeleton now. Remus used his wand to set the bones back up into the proper form, making it a giant fossil. The moment you let the students know that they could anywhere, as long as they came back when Remus called, they ran. Screams and echoes were coming from all over. It was like a giant playground or maze to them.

“What are you doing?” Remus noticed you wander over to the water on the side, near the first turn off tunnel.

You were digging through the water, picking up basilisk fangs before setting some back down in the water. Remus panicked when you hissed as being cut by one until you reassured him. A master could never be hurt by their own basilisk. Since there was only ever one in the Chamber of Secrets, you were never concerned. You only set older looking fangs on the concrete behind you and dropped all the newer ones back in the water.

The children came back immediately when Remus’ loud voice echoed through the place. They followed you up, excitedly talking about the mini adventure. Gathered right in front of the sink entrance, every student gasped when you handed them a fang to commemorate the journey. Old fangs were clean of any venom deposits and with a snake that had been alive since Salazar Slytherin’s time, there were a lot of fangs around. Now that you guys were no longer in the Chamber, the students walked ahead of you and Remus as they made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. You leaned over.

“Remus… Will you help me with magic? And maybe James and Sirius?”

“Of course,” he said without hesitation.

“I won’t be good, I’m still a—”

“A squib. I remember. Don’t worry, we’ll get you back to where you used to be.”

James and Sirius were so onboard. You all grabbed lunch and moved to sit on the pier of the Black Lake. Even though it was only early spring, it was still warm enough to be outside. James and Sirius weren’t sure if they should look away after a series of failed attempts. No wingardium leviosa, expelliarmus, reparo. Nothing was working. Remus was ready to give one of the other men a chance, thinking maybe his teaching wasn’t helpful for you— not right away anyway. James jumped up.

“Try Expecto Patronum,” he said, wiping his fingers of chip crumbs on his pants.

You and Remus both looked at him like he sprouted three heads. You were a squib. You couldn’t even do stupefy. What on earth would make him believe that the patronus charm would work? Instead of being on your side, Sirius shrugged.

“It’s worth a shot. You couldn’t do Nox which is one of the easiest spells in the world but you can do Accio. Not all squibs are the same. Filch can’t do a single spell. I know a squib that can apparate and can’t do shit else. Besides, you’re scared Y/N. Not just of us or other people. Those dementors still scare you and maybe you need to overcome that for your magic to work.”

Remus gave in. “It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

You could agree with that sentiment. You adjusted the grip on your wand as instructed. Remus made you feel like one of his students as he taught you. He was patient, even praising you when a slight light came from your wand. That was the most magic you had ever seen in your entire life. It was enough to spur you to try again.

Silver slowly erupted from your wand. Your eyes lit up as a small falcon flew over your head. You were positive that it was supposed to be bigger considering it was a falcon but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You turned away from the men, watching the bird fly low over the lake. The three Marauders all tilted their heads. Sirius opened his mouth.

“Isn’t that…”

“Bill’s patronus, yeah.” James was focused on the bird. “You think it’s a coincidence?”

Remus shook his head. “For a squib? That’d be one hell of a coincidence… Has she seen his patronus before?”

“Yeah, remember we casted them on Christmas.”

“There’s not an ounce of realization on her face.”

Sirius took a sip of his drink. “Maybe she doesn’t realize her own feelings about him. Think about it, she’s still getting used to everything, learning about herself, and trying to believe we all aren’t going to turn on her again. She hasn’t really had time to focus on Bill.”

(part 10)

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thatstonedwriter · 5 months

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⋆｡˚ 「 Hidden in the Sand

Moxxie x Millie 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ A/n- for context, I set this during the events of Loo-Loo Land. Moxxie is trying hard to enjoy the park as much as Millie does

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

~We were playing in the sand~

Moxxie had made it clear that he wasn't exactly a fan of theme parks. Despite his misgivings and complaints, Moxxie was trying to have a good time with Millie. This place just made her so happy, and seeing her face light up was worth enduring the puke-inducing rollercoasters.

~And you found a little band~

Millie can't resist the urge to check out every vendor and carnival game. She doesn't get to visit Loo-Loo Land often, so she wants to enjoy every moment she gets to spend there. The bright colors, funky smells, and freaky mascots bring her back to when she was an impling, having fun with her siblings and parents. It's not often she gets to truly immerse herself in that feeling.

~You told me you fell in love with it, hadn't gone as I'd planned~

Of course, Moxxie can't deny how adorable Millie is when she's so happy. While he knew today would be a lot, Moxxie hadn't prepared to actually have a good time.

~I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too~

Seeing the park through Millie's perspective changed something in Moxxie. Sure, the mascots were still freaky beyond measure, and the rollercoasters make him never want to eat again- but winning prizes, going on the more tame rides, and Millie's positive attitude were more than enough to make this a better day than Moxxie expected. Of course, the park is eventually destroyed (courtesy of Blitzø), but nothing can take away the memories Moxxie and Millie made together.

~You told me to buy a pony, but all I wanted was you~

──˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘──

#Spotify #helluva boss #song drabble #oneshot #loo loo land #moxxie helluva boss #millie helluva boss #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #moxxie x millie #m&m helluva boss #hidden in the sand #tally hall

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sirenscriptures · 6 months

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 + 𝐛𝐲𝐟

well, hello lovely !! welcome to sirensciptures, my own personal, self-indulgent, vast library and occasionally, personal diary >3<

here’s a little about me !

(whichever you prefer using) : vlynn/vyn. she/they. 20 yrs and still yelling. i’m currently a computer science student + dental tech in progress.

i’m a writer, tarot reader, wannabe artist, animator in the making, and cryptid/creature enthusiast <3

i am working on becoming trilingual (eng, span, ger) so if you have any advice for me, or just wanna use me as practice or vice versa, please do so!! this is always very appreciated.

my big three: sagittarius sun (december baby!) virgo moon, and taurus rising. i am also an infp if you are interested in that as well lol.

LOVE ! : sweet + spicy food, tarot, spirituality, crystals, thunderstorms, dark chocolate, cold brew, platform boots, fall/winter, spooky/paranormal things, musicals, poetry, oddities.

HATE ! : humidity, wet socks, plagiarists, impatient people, sudden loud noises, bland food, yogurt covered pretzels, wasps.

MUSIC : ghost b.c., jesper kyd, mitski, thin lizzy, hozier, orville peck, mon laferte, boygenius, SZA, bathory, slipknot, iron maiden, slayer, ABBA, oingo boingo, pantera, tyler the creator, pig destroyer, ICP, tally hall, rammstein, system of a down, ari lennox, peso pluma, a$ap rocky, kali uchis, melanie martinez, $uicideboy$, tom waits, mr. bungle, and more!

FANDOM/OTHER : call of duty (mw2 and zombies), tokyo revengers, warhammer 40k, resident evil, blue lock, jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, demon slayer, darkest dungeon, one piece, attack on titan, boku no hero, jojo’s bizarre adventure, gangsta, free!, haikyuu, five nights at freddy’s, obey me, etc.

BYF / DNI :

- this is strictly an 18+ blog. please do not interact if you are under 18 years of age. you are welcome to interact with my sfw/fluff works, but not with me personally.

- i do not have a set writing schedule, so please don’t expect any kind of set consistency with how i operate.

- will write: nsfw, darker content (somnophilia, dub-con, dacryphilia, some age gap, some drug use, weapon play, bondage, etc.)

- won’t write: non-con, age regression, heavy drug use, scat/piss/vomit, snuff, incest, stepcest, larger age gaps, heavy abuse and other triggering themes.

- certain characters will be aged up if necessary, regardless of the content they are being written into. but this is usually rare since i don’t write for many characters that don’t at least have a timeskip.

- do not interact if you fit basic criteria (racist, homo/transphobic, etc.) be a respectful, decent human being is all i ask.

- do not interact if you are anti-dark content. there will be a lot of different themes here, so please be mindful.

- do not interact if you aren’t going to engage with at least a little bit of writing. a simple reblog/comment goes a long way!

- do not interact if you can’t stop yourself from causing/engaging in drama. i don’t want any discourse on here, especially not from outside sources. leave it where you found it. it is not allowed here.

if you read this far, i am giving you a big kiss on the forehead !! you are so appreciated, and i hope you enjoy it here <3

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blueanim · 10 months

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Minecraft Animation: Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall

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CHARACTER DESIGN

MAIN DESIGN: Steve

I wanted to go for a bit of a different design since basing it off of the original skin's design felt a bit too basic. So, I gave him a slightly different hairstyle, a new shirt, a full beard and a bulky backpack.

ALTERNATE DESIGN: Herobrine

I struggled with this one a bit because I wanted to make him visually distinct from Steve while not looking too different to the point where he's unrecognizable. I decided to go with desaturated skin, ripped clothes, and a few minor tweaks to hair since he's meant to be kind of a more rugged version of Steve.

ASSET MODELING

I modeled a bunch of assets to use around the mineshaft set, which turned out pretty nice in my opinion. I really enjoyed making these. I also fully rigged the minecart, so it can also be controlled and animated easily (even though I didn't use it at all in the animation....)

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myveryownfanfiction · 9 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 21

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @eroticaplush, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, Dan meets readers friends, slight time skip, mention of heart attack, mention of doctor visit

Fiddling with my keys as we rode the elevator up, Dan covered my hands with his.

“you showed them a picture of me right?” He asked. I nodded. “You told them about me. So it should be alright. It’s just them meeting me in person.” He squeezed my hand.

“I know.” I sighed as we headed out into my hall.

“(Y/N).” Bill said as he opened the door. “Oh. Are you two…staying here?” I shook my head as we walked into the apartment.

“no. Just picking some stuff up. Gonna stay at dans. Need some more stuff.” I admitted as Dan followed me into the living room. “Uh you all behave yourselves. But Dan these are my friends.” I pointed at everyone. “Bill. Kevin. Angie. And Jackie.” They each waved as Dan sat down on my couch. “And this is Dan. Yes that Dan. Behave.” I warned them as I went into my bedroom to pack another bag. I heard muttering from the living room as I tossed clothes and toiletries into the bag without rhyme or reason. I spotted some of dans clothes and grabbed another bag to pack those.

“there you are.” Bill said as I walked back into the living room with the bags. “We were just talking about ordering dinner before you two head back out.” Dan looked at me, eyes sparkling.

“I uh don’t feel like cooking.” He said as I rolled my eyes and leaned over the back of the couch.

“yeah alright. What y’all thinking?” I asked my friends. Angie smiled at me as dan leaned his head against my arm.

“pizza?” Kevin asked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh right. Sorry. Gotta be sorta healthy.” Dan grumbled as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Panera?” We all nodded. “Write down your orders people. Getting delivery.”

“Uber eats?” I asked as I picked the bags back up. Kevin nodded. “Cool. Tally up the bill and add a massive tip.” Kevin gave me a look.

“I’ll have you know I tip very well.” Kevin said.

“yeah when one of you dumbasses answer the door they need that massive tip. So whatever you tip, double it. I’ll add it to my price.” I glared at everyone before hefting the bags onto my shoulders. “I’m taking these down to the car.” I kissed dans cheek as everyone awed. “Ah shut up.” I laughed as I left to put everything in my car. Heading back up, I checked my phone to update my parents. Knocking on the door to my apartment, Dan let me back in.

“have everything you need for a few weeks at mine?” He asked as we went back into the living room, his hand on my back.

“yep. And if I need anything I can always come back or just buy it.” I shrugged. Dan nodded and we sat down on the same couch as before. “So I take it you all get along?” I looked over the group in front of me. My concern was met with smiles and jokes. Curling into dans side, I nodded happily. We left after dinner and I got set up in dans apartment. When we were settling in for bed, I finally voiced what had been bugging me all day.

“I’m glad…” I broke off and shook my head as my voice cracked. Dan held his arms open and I curled up against him. I gripped his night shirt as I started to cry. Dan kissed my head and held me equally as tightly.

“I know. Me too.” He whispered. I looked up at him, tears trailing down my cheeks. Dan pulled me up into a kiss and it took all my willpower to pull away before it got too heated. “It’s going to be a long few weeks.” He groaned. I laughed before putting my head on his chest, lulled into sleep and security by his heart beat.

The week went by fairly quickly, making dans doctor appointments and being incredibly domestic. One night, after I had gotten locked out while running an errand Dan made a decision.

“we should head out and get you a key tomorrow.” Dan said as we settled in bed. I nodded.

“Sounds like a good idea.” I said as I laid down next to him. Dan nodded and wrapped his arm around me. “First thing in the morning?” He nodded again. The next morning, we went out to get the key.

“so which one are you getting?” Dan asked as they were copying his key. I looked over the options. “And before you ask, I don’t care what you get. As long as it works and you don’t have to wait in the hallway for me to let you back in.” Chuckling, I wrapped my arm around his.

“what about the tie dye one?” I asked. Dan nodded.

“if that’s what you want.” He shrugged. “I thought you’d go for the magic kingdom one.” I laughed as I leaned my head against his arm.

“you know me well. But I like the tie dye one more.” Dan chuckled and kissed my head.

“sounds good.” He agreed before taking his key back. Dan reached over and put his hand on top of mine.

“Dan? Dan fielding?” Dan turned at the voice and his eyebrows went up. Squeezing my hand, he reached out to shake the persons hand.

“patty. Long time no see.” He said. “Uh sorry. Patty Douglas, this is (Y/N)…” Dan faltered for a second. “(Y/L/N).” I looked at him confused for a second before shaking patty’s hand. “Patty and I were uh…well…” he squeezed my hand and but his lip.

“we were engaged. I called it off.” Patty said, giving Dan a smile. “I’ve figured it out Dan. It doesn’t terrify me anymore.” Dan nodded.

“I’m glad. What did you do with all the money then?” He asked. I looked between the two of them, trying to figure out what their relationship had actually been like.

“I still have it. I just…” she shrugged. “I only use what I need.” Dan smiled at her.

“good. I’m happy for you.” He said with a nod.

“what are you doing here?” Patty asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you. I actually was trying to figure out how to contact you. I was thinking we could maybe…” Dan started to shake his head. Pattys face fell. “Try again.”

“as much as I would have loved that patty, I’m already taken. (Y/N)’s my partner.” He held up our joined hands. “And I love them very much. We’re here to get them a key to my apartment. I was actually hoping to ask them something later but uh I guess…” Dan looked over at me and patty smiled.

“I understand.” She patted his arm and Dan smiled softly at her. “Good luck Dan.” She turned to me and offered her hand. “You’ve got a great guy there. Don’t lose him.” I nodded as I shook her hand.

“thanks. I’ll try my best.” I looked up at Dan and squeezed his hand. At that moment, my key was ready.

“we’re uh…going to be on our way.” Dan smiled at me. “Nice to see you again patty. Maybe we can catch up…” patty nodded and we started towards the exit.

“so engaged.” I said. Dan nodded.

“yeah.” He sighed as we got into the car. “We knew each other for two weeks. Met during a case. No one…” Dan shook his head. “No one understood why I wanted to marry her. No one understood why I was dating her. They all told me I was a jerk. An asshole. I think one of our bailiffs called me a sleezepuppy. Whatever that is.” He chuckled. “Everyone thought I was after her money. But they didn’t spend time with her. They didn’t…get to know her.” I nodded as I played with the key in my hands.

“two weeks isn’t a long time Dan.” I pointed out. Dan nodded.

“Yeah.” He agreed. We fell into silence as I continued to play with my key.

“so what was it about her?” I asked after a minute. Dan chuckled again and looked over at me.

“lots of the same things that drew me to you.” He answered. “Unique sense of humor, beautiful eyes, puts up with and calls me out on my bullshit. Things like that.” Tentatively reaching over, he interlocked out fingers as he held my hand. I looked over at them on the center console. “She also let me take care of her. She uh she didn’t do well without money. But I liked her anyway.” I nodded.

“so why’d she break it off then? Sounds like you two had something special then.” I asked, squeezing his hand.

“her father offered me $50,000 to break off the wedding.” Dan said. “I turned him down.” I looked over at him in shock.

“you turned him down?” I asked. “The Dan fielding who, at the time, would do anything to make a quick buck turned down $50,000?” Dan chuckled as he nodded. Picking up my hand, he kissed the back of it.

“glad to know you have confidence in me.” He laughed. “But yes. I did. I actually cared for her. Very much.” I nodded. “Then he threatened to cut her off and she was hysterical over the idea. Couldn’t live without money. Told me she was once at home for a week with just canned food and couldn’t work the can opener so she nearly starved. I…well…” he shrugged. “She called it off and I actually was heartbroken. Not that I let anyone know it really. Hadn’t seen her since then. Until today.” I nodded. “(Y/N), it was a shock to see her but no one. No. One. Can compare to you. I love you and I don’t want anyone else but you.” I nodded again.

“I love you too. But Dan…” I looked over at him again. “Did you forget my name? What was that about?” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair awkwardly.

“Uh let’s chalk it up to shock.” He said, something shining in his eyes. “Please.” I nodded slowly. “I’ll explain it to you one day. I promise.”

“ok.” I agreed. I started the car and headed back to his apartment.

“(Y/N)?” Dan asked when he made sure that the key worked. “That thing I wanted to ask you?”

“Yeah?” Dan smiled at me from over by the door.

“will you stay here with me? Permanently?” He asked, playing with his fingers.

“Are you…asking me to move in with you?” I asked, fidgeting with my key ring. Dan nodded.

“will you?” He asked. Smiling to myself, i nodded.

“yes Dan. I’ll move in with you.” I agreed, looking back up at him. Dans smile grew as he raced over to me. Dipping me back, Dan kissed me passionately. I squeaked as I dropped my key ring and wrapped my arms around him, burying my hand in his hair. Dan pulled me back up as he slowly broke the kiss, continuing to peck my lips.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He whispered. Laughing, I hugged him tightly.

“I love you too Dan.” I giggled. He kissed my head and picked me up slightly as he hugged me even tighter.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He muttered. “I never thought I’d love someone enough again to want them to move in with me. To actually live with someone again.” I pulled back when he put me back down. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and I smiled when he leaned into it.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I whispered. Dan shook his head quickly and turned to kiss my palm.

“I want this.” He assured me. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.” I smiled and shook my head.

“Dan fielding. Romantic.” I teased. He chuckled before pulling me into another kiss.

#john larroquette #john larroquette fanfic #john larroquette fanfiction #john larroquette imagine #john larroquette x reader #dan fielding #dan fielding x reader #dan fielding fanfic #dan fielding fanfiction #dan fielding imagine #old enough series #old enough

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self-spaghettification · 11 months

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HELLO it is 4:15 am BUT I AM THINKING ABOUT THIS SONG AND THE DRAGON PRINCE

LOOK AT MY AARAVOS PLAYLIST WHERE IT IS AHAHHADJJD

where.

aaravos is narrating and

Juno = Ziard

sun = sol regem

shot at his wily one only friend - separating xadia and starting a new era

mechanical hands = magic (primal & dark)

bro has mastered all variations and is being set up a bit like a cosmic overlord

and aaravos is being showy/flirty. and viren is a little sad about his wife leaving him for practicing dark magic but still proud of himself. maybe a parallel to aaravos’s ex husband? (my headcanon creation lmao)

PLUS

the part where there’s a dialogue is totally aaravos talking to viren

viren is so so fishy for being like “yeah i’m a good person i wanna save humanity…” while also being kinda racist and doing some terrible things and being a bad dad and aaravos knows it

but then you’ve also got aaravos making viren confront his desire to basically rule the world to make it better and his contradictory behavior lmao which he denies but then accepts. (i love them. our little world conquerers)

viren taking the magic from zym then getting pushed off a cliff and dying L skill issue

fighting the urge to make an amv/animatic to this or something because i have neither motivation nor time but the desire is Real. so. i am instead sharing my analysis/vision of this song on tumblr.com

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#the dragon prince #tdp #tdp aavaros #tdp viren #viravos #aaravos #song analysis #self spaghettification #potential animatic #Spotify #aaravos playlist

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mr-fregoli · 1 year

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now that i’ve Gotten a pretty Decent amount of followers i Might As Well make an INTRODUCTION POST:

🥩 MiKE’S INTRODUCTION 🫀

hi! :-) i’m dorian! but i also go by a bunch of other things!!! here’s some stuff about me!!

pronouns: he/they/it/ze/gnash/rot + more

name(s): mike/fuzzy/tapeworm/vermis + more

gender: transmasc demiboy + xenogender

other identity stuff: t4t gay + greyaro & aegosexualflux

theres also a bunch more stuff about me and whatnot…!!!!! for one thing i’m otherkin & fictionkin!! feel free to ask what my kintypes are

DNI :

basic dni (racist, homo/transphobic, ableist, etc.)

proship/comship

if ur gonna bash me for my interests!!! pls Do Not

those people who yell at others for being beginner artists or people who have unique artstyles

tonetag misusers

tbh i don’t have a super strict dni i just don’t want you on my blog if ur a jerk

lord henry wotton likers (THIS IS /J IM KIDDING YOU GUYS ARE COOL)

BYF :

feel free to dm me if you want !!! but im very very awkward just letting you know ahead of time

im a minor !!! so keep this in mind when interacting with me :-)

tonetags are very helpful for me so i appreciate when they’re used !!

LiKES :

homestuck

the picture of dorian gray

omori

tally hall / miracle musical

will wood

drawing

KITTIES

music in general

DiSLiKES :

loud noises

lord henry wotton /hj

idk what else to put here

OTHER ACCOUNTS :

tiktok

instagram

twitter

@bagelhallward

@dorianisverygray

@skitterpatchmoonshine

i also have a couple more accounts scattered around here, but havent linked them either because im not done setting them up or for personal reasons!

ANYWAYS that’s basically it !!!! this is subject to change because i will be editing this whenever i feel it needs to be modified

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the-broken-truth · 2 years

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Choose Your Fate: Yandere Platonic Poison Ivy [Part 2]

Broken Truth: The results have been tallied and the winner is... Choice B - Call Batman. Let's see what the Dark Knight comes up with in order to keep you safe from your Mother. Let the worlds weave together.

- Things To Keep In Mind -

You are the Biological Child of Poison Ivy & An Unknown Father

You have power over the Green but not as much as Ivy

You are 16 years old

You work part-time in a flower shop

Your hair is black with reddish-orange tips/highlights

You have emerald green eyes - hereditary from Poison Ivy.

[Reacing into the draw before you, you withdrew the Bat Phone and opened it before dialing the number Batman gave you with shaking fingers. Once the last number was imputed, you placedthe phone on your ears and listened to it ring before the receiver on the other end picked up and a deep voice responded on the other side.]

Batman: Has she contacted you?

You (Exhale): She found out where I lived and left me a letter, demanding that I meet her in Gotham Park on Sunday at 11:00 or she was going to 'collect' me herself. I'm scared, Batman, I know what I am capable of with my control over the Green and I know that Poison Ivy is far stronger than me; I know I can't protect myself against her if she decided to come for me.

Batman: Calm down, [Name], I'm not going to let Ivy get her hands on you. The first thing I want you to do is to collect all your important things - ID, Bank book, critical information about you that Ivy can use against you. Then I want you to go to Gotham P.D. and ask for Commissioner Gordon and tell him that Batman set you, then wait for me there, I'll be there in a few minutes to collect you.

You: Okay.

Batman: Keep the phone on you, it has a tracker so if Ivy finds you before I do, I'll be able to find you and save you. Stay out of the Green and try to remain radio silent before getting to the station. Batman Out.

[Batman Hangs Up]

[You slide the phone in your pocket before going into your bedroom to get your backpack and started packing the things that Batman told you to before placing the backpack on your back and you searched for your keys before seeing them near the Ivory Plant you grew from a seed and reached for the metal pieces when one of the leaves of the ivory suddenly came alive and wrapped around your wrist, trapping you like a cuff. You fought against its hold but it wasn't letting you go when a voice tsked in your head - a female voice and then, it chuckled.]

Poison Ivy (Telepathically): Naughty, Naughty Little Flower. Telling the Big Bad Bat on your own mother when all she wants is to bring you to where you rightfully belong.

You (Breath catches in your throat as you look around then back at the plant before you): Ivy?

Poison Ivy (Telepathically): Calling your own mother by her name. Disrespectful, little flower. I'll have to punish you once I add you to my garden with your brothers and sisters.

You: What do you want from me?

Poison Ivy (Telepathically): Isn't it clear? I want what belongs to me - You. My child to join me in my garden with all your siblings, My Little Wildflower, but you want to continue living in the false garden that you have grown... That's not the fate that is meant for you.

You: Who are you to tell me what is right for me? You don't know me and I don't know you and I don't want to get to know you. All I want is for you to leave me alone so that I can live my life the way that I want to.

Poison Ivy (Telepathically):... They have tainted you, my child. You really think that you are happy when you don't know the definition of happiness for someone connected to the Green...to me. I am coming for you, my flower, and I shall destroy everything that tries to take you away from me. See you soon.

[You snatched away from the plant, having its' grip fade away and you booked it out of the door, down the hall and stairs before you ran out of the building door with a panicked look on your face as you ran down the street in the direction of Gotham Police Department. You reached into your pocket and called Batman again and told him what just happened when the ground before you began shaking and ripped apart as a large closed flower floated from the crack on a giant stem before it opened and sat there in the center of the flower...was Ivy.]

Poison Ivy (Smiling down at you with an unknown look in her eyes): Hello, My Little Seedling. Mommy has come for you.

This... This is not good...

⬇ Choice Time ⬇

[What do you do?]

A - Let Ivy Capture You

B - Fight Back Against Ivy

C - Run

#poison ivy #batman #reader

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years

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Songs That Remind Me of SWK Except I Don't Explain

"You Don't Know Me" Ben Folds and Regina Spektor

"Lonely Dance" Set It Off

"The Winner Takes It All" ABBA

"As It Was" Harry Styles

"onion boy" Isaac Dunbar

"Ruler of Everything" Tally Hall

"I Just Wanna Run" The Downtown Fiction

"brutal" Olivia Rodrigo

"It's Alright" Mother Mother

"Life Itself" Glass Animals

"World's Smallest Violin" AJR

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #sun wukong #monkie kid swk

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orion-on-the-moon · 9 months

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You have fallen into a sea of stars where I call home. I am Orion, I welcome those who miss the moon.

My preferred pronouns are Star/Star/Stars, He/Him/His, and Lun/Luna/Lunas, though my full set of pronouns can be found here.

My favorite names are Orion, Aster, and Amne.

I like Mario Party 4, Sonic Unleashed, Town of Salem, Mario Kart 7, Minecraft, Super Scribblenauts, Super Smash Flash 2, Red Dwarf, Howl's Moving Castle, Alien, Diablo 2, Baldur's Gate, and Tally Hall.

I am a relatively old alter in our system, having split around 2012, though I've just woken up from dormancy recently. I am a "retroactive introject" meaning I split before I knew of my source. Hence why I am a Freeman introject from HLVRV.

I enjoy space quite a lot if you couldn't tell. My favorite phase of the moon is Waning Crescent, my favorite constellations are Orion and Taurus, and my favorite nebula is the Cats Eye Nebula.

Find my Chronomate Saturn here. <3

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blankdblank · 2 years

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The White Dove Pt 32 - Pie of Death

Have the back end of this series planned out, still no final chapter number yet, but the fun and drama saga continues. Did seem to get a kick of interest on ao3 by adding a doomed pairing with Gwen there over just found family and sibling bond with Eddie Brock and Venom. And this is where the doomed tag kicks in so those looking for a pairing to kick in here ya go.

Always let me know if you want to be added or removed from tag lists. :)

The White Dove Masterlist

*.*.*

Grant Ward really wasn’t of any consequence at all to Hydra and where he failed as a double agent upon trying to interfere with your life ten more could easily be promoted within SHIELD to take his place.

No, what you wanted to do was stir the hornet’s nest. You knew if they found the right Siberian base the assets there would be annihilated to prevent your turning any more of them and any devices and trace of paperwork found would be an encrypted dead end to nowhere. But this was trouble, not SHIELD investigating but you interfering, and if you stirred up enough of it then they would unveil their only assumed weapon against you. They would have to do what they didn’t want to do, let him loose.

Bucky Barnes was the last and finest weapon in their arsenal but he came with a string attached, if they unleashed him you could turn him too and then where would they be? He was their finest unmatched weapon to rival Captain America to turn the tides of the world living in shadows and without him they knew against you both they were sitting ducks. So they would hold out as long as they could and keep him hidden until the moment was right to send him after you, hopefully mind wiped enough to not recall his most prized pupil. They would hold out and you would keep turning up the heat until you’d find yourself at that bridge with him on the other side of it to find out how that meeting was set to go.

“Come on Star Boy,” you muttered to yourself in the snow littered moonlit walk to the subway on your way home after closing up the book shop. Using the nickname he had chosen for you to use as a means to taunt him in training to help distinguish time with him on missions and when you were aimed against one another. Lost to trickling memories of those times in between missions where you him and Cooper were almost contently in a cordial sense of ease together as a team. All now mingled with questions of how that ease might have come from lurking memories from him on the meeting before that with Chickadee. And you simply hoped his release would be sooner rather than later, if not for your sakes than for the family awaiting news on him.

“Never strike first,” his voice echoed in your ears with wrapped fist raised blended with countless lessons to break your habit of flinching, “Watch me. Avert, then use their force against them. Do not strike first, watch always. Let them think you don’t stand a chance.”

Rapidly in a mumble beside you after slipping there between classes Peter asked, “You care to study?” For an hour now you had been thwarting questions and comments from more popular students on the evening out and when you looked at the teen now clearing his throat he clarified in the scan of his eyes over the hall, reminding you of animated men who sell wares inside of a trench coat. “Having a study, thing, at my place.” And he added, “Tonight.”

“Okay.”

To the note in his raised hand your eyes shifted in collecting it from him then up again as he released it to mumble, “Aunt’s making quesadillas,” then stepped away to flow back into the crowd.

The narrow of your eyes had a snicker sound a few feet away luring your eyes to Michelle Jones from your decathlon team who shut her locker and came closer to you, “That was smoother than how he asked me,” she pointed to the note, “His address, if you didn’t catch it. Haven’t got a tally but I can guess Flash isn’t invited.”

“I wouldn’t welcome him to my home if he called me penis either,” you said making her chuckle to the joint slip away to head to your classes.

“Is it customary to bring food to study groups where food is mentioned?” you asked Ned, who you assumed to be invited as well being Peter’s best friend.

His lips parted releasing a soft crack followed by his answer, “For Peter’s tonight?” to your nod he said, “You don’t have to. His aunt sort of takes it as a challenge and cooks more.”

“Okay, thank you,” and after a moment of awkward pause you turned to head to your next class so he could grin to himself and go share with Peter your question at their next shared class.

“Working today?” You were asked by the wide eyed Gwen on your way past the library in the shared walk to classes across one another in a distant hall. Her having popped up out of nowhere just how Peter had, and no less nervous, making you curious on what she would be expecting of you.

“Not till after sunset.”

She nodded and asked, “Coffee, again?”

“I got asked to a study group,” you answered causing her grin to flinch to a momentary pout.

“Oh.”

“I have hair and nail appointments tomorrow and I was going to drop by some shops,” sharply she gasped and you looked up at her and her spreading smile mid bounce on her feet.

“Oh that sounds like fun, and you go right after practice?”

“When I’ve dropped off my bags or I tend to bump into things, and the salons like as little clutter as possible.”

“Cool,” she said then asked, “You live close by? I mean, you go here, you must live nearby. Is it nice, your place?”

“It’s all mainly just one room but it suits my needs. Bet your place is nice.”

“Mom likes it, we have white walls,” she said with a head tilt to the side, “I’d prefer more color but she lets me tack up a few posters.”

“I have wallpaper with stick on magnet strips, almost had a row with my landlord when he first saw it but he calmed down seeing it could be removed without scarring the walls.”

“Okay, I’ll walk with you after practice, it’s a date,” she said excitedly then backtracked, “Or, not a date, but a plan, right,” and with a nod and smile she turned to walk off. All you could do was to turn down the same way to head to your close classrooms and now mentally come to terms your alone pampering time was now spoiled. But you hoped that perhaps in the means of making a new friend sacrificing one would be a tolerable exchange. However if this was going to become a pattern than things would have to be assessed to find a new time to be alone without holing up inside your apartment. Maybe like the aquarium or new astronomy tower that advertised half off days now. Surely it’d be crowded, but at least then you could vanish in numbers while enjoying yourself in discovery of new or at least interesting things.

“Then we have to head to this museum and make a report on it,” Ned said glancing your way as Harry cut in.

“You been to the new exhibit yet? We could go together, make a day of it.” Harry asked and you lowered your drink.

“Kind of a busy week,” you answered and suggested about Ned and Peter, “Maybe they might like to make a day of it. Could help you brainstorm your papers.”

Peter nodded and said, “Groups do sound more fun.” The trio came gradually to an agreement on the plan of their outing. And for the rest of your time in Midtown you kept your mind mainly locked on tasks to complete until again in the open air you were freed to return to Columbia for the tests you were due to take there.

“Seventh floor,” you sighed and took a step at a time, finding halfway Flash who was taking a break to catch his breath. “Didn’t know you were invited Franklin.”

For the fifth time this week you had called him by a name other than his chosen moniker and promptly his head turned for him to say, “Can’t have a Decathlon study group without the best on the team. Parker’s trying to best me he’ll have to work twice as hard to keep me from finding out about a party.” His eyes dropped to the pie resting on your palm, “You brought a pie?”

“Neighbor gave it to me and I’m allergic, Peter eats bananas on his way in.”

“And it’s Flash, you keep forgetting my name.” he said as you kept on moving almost unfazed by the weight of the bags you had and the pie through your toe top trot up the numerous flights of steps.

“I never forget a name,” you said making his lips part, “For some of us our name is all we have left, given of our parents.” That had his mouth close and brows furrow in thought remaining as close to your pace as possible. Right up to the proper door you led the way and knocked, hearing voices and noise on the other side of the wooden barrier. Within moments, like a young Jason Isaacs, a brown haired blue eyed man peered down at you both then smiled widely at you as you said, “You must be the husband.”

“Thank you, all the time at games it’s Death Eater this or Captain Hook that. Swear that man is not going to let me have a moment’s peace with my own face.” Gesturing at your hand he said, “You brought pie,”

“Ya, sorry, allergic and my neighbor gave it to me. But Peter eats bananas.”

“So do we, welcome and I will take your pie of death,” he jokingly said, taking hold of the desert and looked over Flash who gave him a quick grin and nod.

“Flash.”

“Ah, the penis proclaimer himself.” Ben closed the door and aimed you both in farther, “Peter’s in the living room.”

“Who brought pie?” May could be heard saying in the kitchen, having clearly taken the pie as a challenge of treats until hearing of the allergy that had you bring it here to be eaten by someone out of propriety to not be seen allowing it to go to waste.

“Hey,” Ned and Peter said excitedly upon seeing you until they noticed Flash then added, “You brought Flash.”

“He was hyperventilating on the stairs.” You said. Moving closer to take a seat on the couch Ned plopped back onto in the teen’s scoff.

“I was not hyperventilating. That’s a lot of stairs.”

“I climb three times that to get to my place.” You replied.

And MJ on the chair beside you said, “No wonder you’re in such good shape.”

Flash said, “How do neither of your buildings have elevators?”

“Dude, this place is practically a landmark, built in the 30’s.” Ned answered.

The uncle was back and said with a grin to you about the variety of drinks available on the tray in his hands, “We got a spread, none have bananas.”

“Thank you,” you said accepting the grape flavored juice you’d been meaning to try but it was a tad too expensive to justify buying the ten pack it came in.

“Ben, by the way, heard a great deal about you, young Pluto.”

“No he hasn’t,” Peter said sharply, making you smirk in the move of the tray for Flash to accept his own choice then went back to the kitchen again.

“Snacks will be out shortly.”

And Flash said as you settled the drink on top of the bag atop your lap to open the twist cap, “Your dad’s super chill. Mine hovers when I have company.”

And Peter said to Ned’s sideways glance his way, “Ben’s my uncle,”

“Oh,” Flash said, “He lives here too? My Gramps lived with us for a month and my parents just about split after the fights he stirred up for how modern Mom is.”

Peter simply explained, “My parents were found legally dead few years back, left me with my aunt and uncle when I was five after someone broke into our house.” That had Flash simply register what you meant about the name comment earlier mid glance your way that had Peter, MJ and Ned look between you both.

“Who likes finger foods?!” May asked excitedly, “I can also call out for food if any of this is dangerous for you all.” And she said to you, “Thank you for the pie.”

“You brought pie?” MJ asked a bit confused at how they seemed to be so fond of you.

“Neighbors keep bringing me food when I work long hours on long stretches. Sometimes they’re recipes I’m allergic to and I have to get creative.”

“Why?” Flash asked.

“Most likely because I’m an immigrant child who lives alone and worry about my safety even if we don’t pass on pleasantries in the halls, dropping off food and making sure I’m not alone during deliveries is the easiest way to show you care without flagrant show of attention to a comfortable stranger.”

Snacks soon shifted to conversation on trivia for various topics. A ring from MJ’s pocket triggered the wave of visitors back home again. And now at least in the night air you were able to head back home. Able to get some supper whipped up before bed to rest for the ruined pampering evening. Routines filled with reminders to not show how spoiled you felt it was to Gwen who already was frightened by the men shadowing your path the last time you went for coffee.

Mid pout the same blonde who had taken over your plans later found your path into the school the next morning. Before you could even say hello she voiced the name of her irritation. “My Mom is insisting she has to come today.”

“Well parents do tend to not trust me. I live alone.” You answered.

Causing her jaw to drop and she stammered out, “I trust you. And, I think she trusts me,” her brows furrowed in thought a moment, “I mean, I am trustable. Only almost smothered my baby brothers in a tent mishap once when I was younger.” And she shook her head, “But that tent set got recalled, so it wasn’t really my fault.” A few times she blinked looking down at you and blurted out, “I trust you. She’s, just,”

“Being a mother,” you finished her sentence for her.

“Yes,” she said with a nod and raised a hand to mess with the end of her ponytail that had fallen onto her chest. “I think I might get some blue in my hair. Technically the school dress code doesn’t say anything about hair color. Did you want some color too?”

“Um,” you said recalling the times in Hydra’s control they tried to bleach and dye your hair only for it to be black again after you lit up. “I had some bad reactions when they tried to lighten my hair in Russia, took a while to grow it back again.”

“Oh, my cousin had a stylist burn her hair off one time, just awful. Worst I had was a woman gave me a bob when I was six, hacked off all my hair my mom was furious, had been growing my hair out for years to match on family pictures for holiday cards.” With you she had turned and continued to ramble on until you had to split up for first classes.

“Hmm,” you sighed at the sight of the notice your first class at Columbia had been canceled for a family emergency. Right around you turned and instead of heading for the library you simply went to sit on a wrap around staircase to the building that held your next class to not be far away. Across a broad step notes and books were settled as you leaned sideways against your bag to recline against an arm. Lost to focus the chill of the white steps through your coat and torn jeans had all bit been forgotten.

A loud roar on your right had you glance up from said notes mid chew on an orange you had in your bag to snack on between classes. Hulk free of a conference on the other side of Manhattan in a sea of scattering students he’d bounded off a building across the street to land in the open courtyard they were crossing turned to look over his surroundings. Off of him back to your notes focus turned to complete the thought inside your head onto the page. Over your side a shadow fell and oddly for him the Hulk was drawn to the one figure who hadn’t run from his imposing self. And beyond what was assumed the gama radiated side of the brilliant Bruce Banner came to hear what you were working on. By the minute growing more interested within the animal genetic based literature you voiced to him and explained why you were reading it.

Both tone and demeanor visibly calmed the giant and for the view of the approaching SHIELD handlers come to fetch him he began to shrink. Shirtless in the chilly air the scientist with hint of the fruit flavor still on his tongue of what you had shared with the Hulk blinked while accepting the spare flannel shirt you had pulled out of your bag. “Thank you,” he said hastily tugging it on. Up at the duo on their way to speak to him he looked and then said without looking back at you. “I’ll um, wash it and send it back to you.” Onto his bare feet he rose. To hurry across the frigid stone steps and pathway to get inside the vehicle meant to take him back from where he had been scared enough by a sudden flash side effect to a project he was asked to assist on while Reed Richards and Stark were busy. Lost entirely on the odd feeling he had upon shifting back, unlike other times had the Hulk more at ease than exhausted as he was after a fight or frenzied scare luring him out again.

Twice down your apartment steps you had to fix the back of your open toed flats usually donned for pedicure days. The hair salon was first, outside of which you saw Gwen’s smile spread upon sight of you. The blonde at her side even taller than the lanky teen looked your curly haired self in a step over a seated small service dog in wait of the street light to change so they could cross with their companion. “Hello, Mrs Stacy,” you said. Breaking the silence to the maroon jumpsuit clad woman; who had tight hold of her bag either out of nerves or fear of being mugged.

“Hello Pluto. You come here often?”

“Regularly, my stylist from Russia works here.”

That had her brow arch up in confusion. “Are they famous?”

“She has done a few competitions and helped with a model agency this spring. However fame is subjective concerning the hierarchy of it.”

“I was able to have an appointment last month with Frederic Fekkai, quite elusive to catch him with an open slot.” She said and you nodded out of confusion on what to say.

“Looks good,” you said making her grin to herself. “Just getting a trim myself,” you said to break the silence of her quiet moment then took a step to the door to not be late.

“I’m still going blue,” Gwen blurted out in a verbal jut of her tongue at her mother as in a final say on an ongoing argument concerning that topic. While not exclusive the warm conversation in Russian with your stylist during the process of combing, spraying and trimming your stubborn curls had Helen Stacy questioning the bond between you. Gwen proudly came out with a few streaks of navy blue in her blonde hair now braided to accent the new change, while you exited proudly with just a couple unnoticeable inches lighter.

“My car is over here,” the vehicle being a gift from her husband at his promotion to Captain showed her reasoning behind liking the few splurges involved financially lately. Directions were given from the backseat by you to the nail salon she chose the best spot and parked enabling you all to climb out after the child locks released. Silence was a chosen way to gain confidence from parents on not being a threat to their child. Much like Hydra well behaved and not too boisterous children were often given more space than those who could cause damage or disturbances in public. She however kept looking at you sideways. Perhaps out of stories she heard from her husband you knew well as your other self upon tasks you had aided him in either willingly or by chance of a certain vigilante the public knew to be a friend of yours.

Inside the same stylist you used smiled and welcomed you back stating openly, “Ah, I see you have female company. Tell that brother of yours we have new shipment of rhinestones for his next visit.” To yourself you giggled following her to the station while two other ladies came to help Gwen and Helen to the pedicure stations beside yours. Both who eyed the green bruise on the underside of one of your feet the woman chuckled at your lack of reaction to pressing on the painful nuisance out of your trip to the past.

There to the manicure stands Gwen kept the conversation going to not let the chaperone ruin a fluid conversation with you. Sight of the first second hand shop didn’t smooth Helen’s nerves any being so out of her usual outing rounds. “I still don’t think it’s long enough.”

Topic of her youngest brother being grounded and under watch of their father had Helen in Gwen’s dart to another rack to check something she saw ask you, “Your foster family in Russia, did they ever ground you for poor test grades?”

“I failed an evaluation on diving efficiency when I was nine, they broke my femur. Told me if I failed again they would break my other leg. So no, they never grounded me.”

Wide open her jaw fell to your absent minded step aside to look at the next section of the rack your eyes had been fixed upon the whole time. “And what happened?”

“I passed.”

“To them,” she said debating if she should touch you or not now knowing why she had been sensing a withdrawn personality behind a wall with this new object of her daughter’s attentions.

“They killed themselves when I left Russia.”

“In custody?” she asked expectantly, hoping that you had received justice from such despicable treatment.

And up at her face your eyes looked to answer, “No. Very influential people. But you can’t convict dead bodies.”

Back to the rack you looked and she stepped closer to say lowly, “If, you need to talk about it, I know very reliable resources.”

“My brother got me in therapy.” Up at her you looked and asked, “Were you a hamster child or a puppy child?”

“I, what?” she stammered out making Gwen smirk in her return with a cool sweater in hand.

“Did you have a puppy or a hamster? I have a theory working on the effect of the size of pets upon certain developmental aspects of the brain in children in relation to the development of the pet’s brain in response to adult vs child caregivers.”

“She had a tank of clams actually,” Gwen said in amusement luring your eyes over to her. “Grandpa worked on boats, brought her some for a project.”

“Water filtration,” her mother clarified.

“Filter feeders are quite intriguing actually, while barnacles are quite a nuisance. Had to soak and scrape what felt like a mile off my ship I found.” Making the pair of them chuckle and Gwen warm up seeing her mom had started to try to warm up to you after just a small break apart.

Weekly games would carry out and to Harry’s delight his father actually did attend his games, or at least the back half of them and was amply pleased at the new gust of life into the scoreboard. Compared to the prior season it was minor gains. All the same they were racking in more wins to a near streak as it inched closer to October. Traces of threat for you had the daily shadowing back to weekly secretive check ins while Cooper insisted on continuing gym trips to bump into you. Though that was mainly to see how you were pushing the Osborn boy along on his path to improved physique.

So today alone without need to hurry back for Decathlon or Color Guard you intended to enjoy your time alone. At least until you saw Lt Colonel Rhodes and Nick Fury waiting for you outside your last class at Columbia.

“Pluto, sorry to drop in, busy?” Rhodey asked and into your bag you eased your now closed notebook.

Fury said, “Found some unpleasant news for you.”

“All you need is a taxi cab behind you two and this is straight out of a WW2 film of a death notice delivery.” That had their lips part and you said, “I’ve grown familiar with a look of someone telling me something revolving around death. Believe it or not it’s all in the nose.”

Fury said, “There’s a diner nearby, we’ll buy, you like milkshakes? Bit crazy about them myself.” His head ticked to the side, “Probably ‘cuz this white man back when I was a kid refused to sell me and my friends malts in his shop. Nearly beat my best friend into a coffin once, since the always jump at a chance to have a milkshake.”

The creeping grin on your face had his turn halt a moment, you said, “Had a feeling we had matching humor. You’re an odd one too.” That had him chuckle and continue turning to guide you to the nearby diner.

Orders were given and out of his pocket Rhodey pulled a folded picture of you taken not long before your escape from Russia. “One of our friends picked up a tip on Barnes, led us to a hidden bunker, where we found some of your friends.” He pointed out the girls who had been found.

“We weren’t friends,” you said parting his lips, “If we made friends they kill one us,” the words had them both let out a breath of air to keep from interrupting the stoic stare filled share of information. “More like people who share a bus stop, you memorize patterns to be able to recognize the usual herd, know who to keep near to, who to stay away from.”

You pointed at one making them lean in, “She said once she wanted to be buried at sea so she could swim with whales.” You pointed at another, “She used to always name her dance roles Ellianna, and this one always pretended she liked the grapefruit we were given but used to spread stolen packs of sour candy powder on the slices.”

Making the guys smirk at the bits of information on this group of girls no one bothered to notice was missing prior to the manhunt when they vanished the night you did. They wouldn’t be buried with names as their real birth names couldn’t be discovered and Fury refused to name them by what Hydra had marked down. But each coffin would have something of a token left based on what you shared with them for the funeral that wouldn’t be public aside from the team there to handle the job on secret military land far beyond public view. All except for the plot free grave marker for the girl whose ashes were spread at sea as per her shared wishes.

This wasn’t the last group of children found harmed by Hydra’s various dastardly deeds and they would be in good company of other children inside the plot of land designated with room to spare for more to be added later on when discovered.

“How’d you know to run?” Fury couldn’t help but asked and you simply looked up at him to answer. “Catch a feeling about someone who crossed your path? Always curious how people escape from captive situations.”

“I made them trust me. Eight years, I made myself a magnificent liar. They didn’t bother to close the door when the call came in my pretend sister and I were being moved after our next ballet rehearsal. I just walked right out the door with a small bag of my things.” And for all the truth to your words both of the men for what they assumed you could have gone through didn’t dare to dream of ever calling you a liar as what you did was to survive those years to be here in front of them. After a moment of recalling that girl who cried so hard when a surgery changed her mismatched eyes of one blue and one brown to matching blue and spent the next few years scribbling on the formerly brown eye in all her pictures you broke the silence that left them a bit uneasy.

“They really shouldn’t have picked me. Every brown eye has an under layer of blue, so with a laser you can change their eye color. There are jokes, there would be a market for parents who want purple eyed babies.” You said causing them to force their jaws to clench and prevent gaping at you, “No matter what they could have tried to hide me, there’s no mistaking my father’s eyes and hair, or my mother’s face. Her left eye used to be brown,” you said tapping the picture over your fake sister’s face. “She has an older sister she never met, Yelena.”

“Belova?” Fury asked you, blurting out the name that kicked a bell in his brain to go off.

“No, that one only has brothers. This one sounded Israeli. Used to repeat Esther Sapphire under her breath. I couldn’t take her with me, she was older, we only met at breakfast, her room was on the other side of the house.”

“We’ll keep an eye out,” Rhodey said and asked you when you pushed the picture back at him to make room for the food so he could pocket it. “How’s the ship going?”

“Thank you,” you said to the waitress reminding them to do the same and began to answer. Warming up the mood greatly by your increased smile.

Pt 33

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