#will i miss it yes obviously does that mean i owe it to stay here and whither away absolutely fucking nawttt
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"boo hoo you can't just leave your country when things get bad you have to fight to make it better" absolutely fucking not full offense but i do not care. countries and governments exist to make your life easier not the other way around. a country isn't something that feels anything or cares about you it's just arbitrary lines we made up. if it isn't benefiting me while some other place would then i'd be stupid as fuck to stay here and hope shit gets better. crabs in a bucket ass mentality
#absolutely nothing ties me here it's just ground!!!!! it's all made up!!!!!!!!!!#every guy my age I've talked to abt it so far said they wouldn't dodge the draft like#are you stupid. are you dumb♥#bruh im like one hint of things getting even slightly worse away from skedaddling#not to mention this isn't just a government problem it's a citizens problem too#the overall mentality of these bitches won't ever change and i sure as hell wont be the one to attempt to make them see reason#but like the main point is that i literally do not owe my country anything. it doesn't care. it's literally just a concept we made up#will i miss it yes obviously does that mean i owe it to stay here and whither away absolutely fucking nawttt#barking
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Chapter 27 of Gideon the Ninth
So Palamedes thinks Lyctorhood is about learning all of these theorems, but Harrow disagrees, which is interesting. Also wondering what Palamedes thinks the "mistake" is. The note that Gideon found in the Second room didn't seem terribly encouraging, come to that
It's kind of interesting that Palamedes is trying to make a deal with Harrow now, given that he explicitly rejected a similar deal from the Second, before they actually attacked him. They didn't have any keys to offer, of course, but Harrow only has one key. He does owe her one, but it still seems odd to me that he is so trustworthy of her and not of anyone else in Canaan House
So the colors of the keys seem to correspond to which House they belong to. The red key (which was found in Laboratory Two) unlocked a Second House room, and the grey key unlocks a Sixth House room, and I'm guessing the white key that was found in Laboratory Eight and involved a soul siphoning task to get unlocks an Eighth House room. Mayonnaise Uncle also has a black key, which might be for the Ninth House, and from Chapter 12, one of Palamedes' keys is golden, but I don't know what House that corresponds to (maybe Seventh?), and he has two other keys of an unknown color
So that means, if the Laboratory numbers correspond to the House numbers, that Laboratories One and Ten are the special ones that don't give keys but are instead for something else
And Ianthe doesn't have the missing eighth key, which is also interesting. I wonder which House door it opens. Palamedes must know which one it is, but I guess he isn't telling
Camilla does use another set of weapons normally, as expected. I guess the Sixth isn't real big on traditional dueling the way the Third is
Gideon, I feel like you've lost the plot, here
I think there's really only two options for who filled the lock on the Sixth door, and that's Dulcinea and Mayonnaise Uncle. If it was Dulcinea, it was probably hard to get out because she's a Lyctor, and if it was Mayonnaise Uncle, he probably used siphoning to put it in there in first place
Seriously, Gideon, why are you so eager to have Harrow siphon you? Like obviously there wasn't going to be an issue with her almost dying this time, but why?
So Dulcinea actually did not lie about asking Palamedes for help first, so this seems unlikely to have been an attempt to kill Gideon specifically. But why did she do it? Why is she collecting keys anyway, if she is already a Lyctor?
This honestly surprises me. I've always been pretty sure that Corona is going to turn out to be inconsequential and it's Ianthe they need to watch out for. I mean, it's also because Ianthe is all over tumblr and Corona isn't, to be fair. Also, Ianthe does very much say "I", quite a lot, actually, which makes me wonder if Harrow is not actually intending to refer to Ianthe instead when she says "the big one"
I mean, you know, maybe, but she's also almost certainly 100% correct that Dulcinea is bad news regardless
Also, I see that Harrow is one of Those People who quibbles about the difference between "jealous" and "envious"
Like, yes, ok, I agree with you that Gideon needs to stay the fuck away from Dulcinea, but like, she did just offer you to siphon her thalergy just so that you wouldn't look bad in front of Palamedes, I do think it is in fact still true (at least until the end of this chapter) that she would do anything for you if you just ask nicely, because honestly she is like the easiest person alive, I think this accusation is unwarranted
Also, I don't know what Harrow is referring to by "nothing you have done in the past two days" either. Is she just talking about Gideon talking to Dulcinea briefly? I can't think of any real major decisions that Gideon has made recently that weren't related to the Fourth teens either
They were almost making progress, but I think we just went right back to Chapter 2-3 again, didn't we? There's even a callback to a (not true) thing that Harrow said in Chapter 2
Also, I'm pretty sure Harrow is definitely wrong that becoming a Lyctor is not going to involve Gideon, which in turn makes me very sure that Palamedes is right about what that process is going to be. Although, the fact that she's going back to "I don't even remember about you" makes me wonder if a lot of the rest of this is also just stuff she's saying to be saying and is not stuff she actually believes
Oh, girl, what dumb thing are you about to do?
The next chapter has an eight skull on it, I guess she's going to go have tea with Mayonnaise Uncle
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well the fun just doesnt stop! the speeding ticket i got where the person in the picture is wearing a mask apparently is undeniably me and the ticket isnt dismissed so like i guess im out of fucking options and the police dont actually need evidence to give me this ticket if they want to so that means i get to spend probably around 230 on traffic school before the end of next month. and i made really great decisions this weekend which yes i take full responsibility for so im dead broke again and have my moms birthday coming up and would like to do the bare fucking minimum for her but that of course costs money and seeing her itself means im missing two days of making money and it costs a tank of gas to see her which is ridiculous. im probably going to have to ask my brother if its okay if im short on my rent giving the reasoning that i would normally ask mom for a loan and i obviously dont want to ask her that on her fucking birthday so im thinking hell understand but then i have another bill right after i would get back from my mom so if i dont make enough money before going up there im going to once again be scrambling to pay this bill while owing my brother money and then the weekend after my moms bday its one of my best friends bday the one who her birthday is sooooooooooooo fucking important to her and im just like dude i cant get you shit i cant help out with your party at all im not even sure i can sacrifice yet another two nights of not working to celebrate with you for 48 hours like i know you want. like im sure she would understand like its not within my total control here obviously i would love to have tons of money and like idk she can be upset sure but at the same time im struggling here lol. oh and to top it all off this is the first time ive hung out with my best friend alone in like 4 months and we were having such a great fun night although making really bad decisions and having great talks all fucking night and THEN GUESS WHAT he got fucking weird again and its like well great can i even spend time alone with my best fucking friend without him making me uncomfortable like do i have to question this friendship now because i guess he actually really did completely end things with his ex so what am i suddenly after all our years of friendship now for some reason on his radar??? does he just want to fool around or is he like trying shit with me? doesnt matter cause i dont fucking want any of that shit im genuinely not to be rude i see him as a family member at this point and im not in the slightest bit sexually attracted to someone i see as family like sorry. i guess it could be worse tho! i found 140 in my savings in another account so the fact that i didnt work saturday or sunday cause i was too fucking strung out was a little less severe. also technology popped off a bit with my lost card when i ordered a replacement it said that the ‘card’ on my phone will immediately update so i can access my main account without having to get a temp card so one less errand. and while i had a little bit of money the other week i did buy a little bit of groceries so i have been able to make it by not eating out since friday so woo. i went out earlier and stayed out a little later working tonight and did get a good amount of money. some gas stations are 40 cents cheaper for some reason although i didnt see those until after i filled up today so cool for tomorrow tho we know. ughhhhh im wondering if the constant stress of not having money is better than the constant stress of hating 9 hours of my day at a shitty job getting yelled at by random cunts im trying to help its really weighing on me! like i could just be making a lot of bad decisions thats probably the obvious detail here lol but damn its like it never ends. ugh lets be extra extra responsible for some time here and adjust
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In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post
An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.
On a quiet afternoon a week shy of Christmas, Dean is interrupted while poking through the news for a case. Someone is pounding on the Bunker door. After a brief huddle with Sam and Castiel, they investigate to find Charlie on the other side, a box of books at her feet. She needs to use their archive for research and a place to stay while she does it. Of course, she's always welcome at the Bunker. And when Dean discovers her trove of Dungeons & Dragons books, she offers to run a quick campaign.
But the mysteries aren’t just in Candleekeep. Charlie seems to have one of her own. Except no one can put their finger on it. The campaign unravels--along with Charlie’s secrets--as she tells the story of The Scrivener’s Tale.
Chapter 2 - Inferno Galore
Summary: The gang creates their D&D characters.
Warnings/Tags: More talking, bantering, food
Characters/Pairings: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Eileen Leahy, Jack Kline
Pop Culture Reference Count: 10
Word Count: 1765
Song: Inferno Galore - Carpenter Brut
Dean stopped at the top of the stairs to the kitchen and leaned over the threshold. “Hey, library, now.”
Castiel slumped at the kitchen table, his head hung low over a book. Sam sat opposite him, equally engrossed in a tome bigger than his gigantic head, and together they shot him an identically irritated look.
“What’s going on?” Castiel asked when Dean said nothing else. “The lasagna will be done soon—”
“Great, bring it to the library,” Dean insisted. “Got a surprise.”
“A good surprise, I’m guessing?” Sam asked as he stood.
“Yeah, c’mon.”
Sam gathered a stack of plates and utensils when Castiel darted across the kitchen to open the oven. Steaming lasagna set Dean to salivating, and his stomach rumbled. Shit. Lunch. He’d forgotten. He could hardly remember the last time he had even binged anything. But forgetting a meal? He’d never done that. Hell, the last time he'd skipped out on food, it had been intentional, and it was so Sam could eat. But to just... forget?
“Is Eileen here?” he asked, ignoring the thought. Worse, the implications. Gross.
Arms full, Sam and Castiel climbed the stairs and fell into step with Dean as he strode down the hallway. “She’s in the library,” Sam said. “What’s got you in such a good… is that a Dungeons & Dragons book?”
He showed it to them. “We’re gonna play.”
“And I’m the nerd,” Sam retorted as they strode up the stairs into the war room. “You really think we’ll—”
“You carry a bag of dice? All the time?”
Dean snapped his attention to the library where Eileen and Charlie stood. The nearest table was already littered with books, papers, pencils, and tiny, clear boxes containing dice of varying sizes, shapes, and colors. Eileen gripped a leather drawstring bag and rattled it as she signed. “Look who’s talking.”
“Yeah, but I’m a dungeon master,” Charlie said as she half signed.
“Dungeon Master,” Eileen said as she corrected Charlie’s signing. “This means something different,” she added. “Unless…”
“No, I definitely meant Dungeon Master, not…” Charlie quieted when she spotted Dean hopping up the stairs. “Looks like we’re just missing Jack?”
“Hello.”
Charlie squawked as Jack appeared on the other side of the table. After a breath, she said, “I suppose I should have expected that.”
Dean tossed a side-eyed glare at Castiel. “He gets it from his dad.”
“Which one?” Castiel retorted.
“The one that could teleport, obviously.” Dean pointed to the table. “Never mind. Just… take a seat. I think we owe ourselves a little break from the rat race.” He began handing out dishes and utensils. “Wait,” he said, pausing. “Can we… eat while we play?”
Charlie seized the plate he held and dug into the lasagna. “Hell yes.”
Sam dropped into a chair and pulled a plate towards him. “I’m giving this one shot tonight,” he said. “If I catch even a hint of elf sex, I’m out.”
“What’s wrong with elves?” Charlie asked.
This ought to be good. “Yeah, Sam?” Dean asked as he sat opposite him near the end of the table. “Do you have something against elves?”
Sam’s sharp glare stabbed straight through him. “Tell me the difference between an Eladrin, a High Elf, a Night Elf, a Wood Elf, a Lothlorian Elf, and a Mirkwood Elf.”
“I… they’re—well, wood elves live in the…” He darted a look at Charlie. “... woods.”
Charlie retrieved a tall stack of books and dropped them on the table with a resounding thud. “It’s a bullshit question!”
“Charlie!” Sam squawked.
“C’mon, Sam,” she pleaded. “At least make a character and get through the intro?”
He snatched up a blank character sheet and a pencil. “Alright, alright…” When Sam considered the form, he balked. “So how do we do this? Do we just… pick some numbers and go?”
For the first time since she had arrived, the old Charlie, the one Dean knew, appeared. Her wide smile stretched, crinkling the corners of her eyes, positively giddy.
“What?”
She shook her head and waved him off. “Nothing. I love this part.” Reverently, she pulled the Player’s Handguide to her and hefted it. “I like to think of the sort of character I’d wanna play. I’ve created stealthy thieves and charming spellcasters. I’ve played devout, holy warriors and loveable, himbo berzerkers. Once you have an idea, then you can fit that into a race and a class.”
A bipedal bull on the cover of a nearby book caught Dean’s attention. The beast howled a silent yet barbaric yawp, jaw dropped wide, and spittle flinging from its tusks as he charged a cowering group of puny humans. “So what if I wanted to play that guy? He looks badass.”
Charlie’s cackling laughter burst from her mouth. “You would want to play the minotaur.”
“C’mon, he could kick the shit out of anything,” Dean insisted. “Who wouldn’t want that?”
She waved him off and nodded through her lingering giggles. “You’re absolutely right and you can absolutely play a minotaur. But don’t forget that fighting is only a small part of D&D. There’s espionage and investigations and subterfuge. Character interactions are incredibly important. Might want to keep that in mind when you’re designing this kick-ass minotaur.”
Investigations, huh? “So he’s still gotta be smart then. Like, street smarts.”
“Sure,” she said. “There’s really no limit. You want your character to be strong, so you’d put quite a few points in Strength. But if you want him to be smart about the way he fights, you’d put some points into Wisdom, too. And if he’s going to be in the thick of things, you want him to have a lot of hit points, so you’d put a bunch of points into Constitution. Dexterity, while important, is less so for the burly fighter, so you wouldn’t invest any points there.”
Dean considered his empty character sheet, then turned to Castiel and Jack. The two argued under their breath, hissing like a pair of snakes. Castiel gesticulated insistently at the books on the table, and Jack kept shaking his head. “What are you two getting into a pissing match over?”
As though caught with his hand in the cookie jar again, Castiel froze. “It’s… we are discussing strategy.”
Strategy? Already? But their character sheets were blank. “Spill the beans.”
Castiel deferred to Jack. “I suggested that I play a cleric of sorts, someone that can heal and provide benefits during not only combat but investigations as well.” Dean caught Charlie’s inquisitive smirk and understanding nod when Jack paused. “However,” he continued, “Castiel insisted that he could manage the healing on his own if he played a paladin. That frees me up to play something else.”
“Huh,” Charlie mused, nodding in approval. “It’s a legitimate strategy.”
He should have known a game like Dungeons & Dragons would come naturally to Castiel and Jack. “The two of you know how to play then?”
“It is… a system that functions not unlike the wars I fought as an angel,” Castiel agreed. “So yes. We know how to ‘play’.”
“Figures,” Dean huffed. “Alright so if Cas is gonna play himself, then what are the rest of you thinking?”
“You know what I’ve found fun?” Charlie began. “Creating the exact character you want to play, then learning who everyone else is in the first session. Which means no more table talk.” She shot a look at Castiel and Jack, then opened the campaign book. “The only advice I’ll give you is that the beginning of this story is heavy on intrigue and non-violent intrapersonal communication. You’ll be starting at level fourteen. Don’t worry about where you are at the moment, but do come up with a background or past. I’ll work it all in.”
Sam’s crooked grin hinted at far too much while giving away too little. Beside him, Eileen had opened a book and already filled in half her character sheet. And Castiel had, indeed, put his own name in the space reserved for his character’s name, but had included an archetype: Oath of the Crown.
With that inspiration, Dean started on his own character. Strength and Wisdom, Charlie had suggested. And keep Constitution in mind. After a few questions clarified the point-buying system she had mentioned, Charlie left them to their devices, and Dean lost himself in his imagination.
Minotaur. Strong, yet tactical. Able to withstand pressure for prolonged periods. And as far as minotaurs went, he wasn’t half bad to look at, either. Respectable past, a loyal soldier, but left the ranks for adventuring. And with a bit of digging, he had spun a tale convincing enough for Charlie: Dean insisted his character knew Castiel’s paladin from their days as soldiers of the Crown. Whatever “the Crown” was.
“I’ll allow it,” Charlie had said.
At the top of the hour, Dean held in hand a full character sheet, complete with a fancy sword, a stout shield, custom-fitted mithril plate, and a sweet pair of winged boots to increase his movement speed. While he scanned the page, he caught sight of Charlie in the middle distance, out of focus and otherwise unsuspecting. Except Charlie's presence had always stood out. She never just faded into the background. And yet, she had slouched down into her chair so far she was damn near about to fall out of it.
“You okay?”
Glassy eyes widened, clarity refocusing her stare. She glanced at the others, then straightened when she turned to Dean. “Yeah, just tired. Been a long two days.”
“We can finish this tomorrow—”
“No!” she hissed a little too loud and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes swept the table, and when it was clear that no one but Dean paid her any mind, she continued. “No, I want to play. It’s a good distraction. I need it.”
“Okay.” Dean leaned across the corner of the table and reached to soothe her, rubbing her back. “You know you can ask if you need anything.”
“I do,” she sighed. “What I need most right now is this. I promise, Dean, I’m fine, don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
Charlie flattened her glare. “That look.”
“Alright, alright.” After a reassuring squeeze of her shoulder, he leaned back in his chair. One last look at his character sheet shifted his attention. “Is this it? We ready?”
Charlie scanned the table, and a small smile crooked the corner of her lips. Whatever relief she clung to ended there, her smile falling well short of her eyes again. “Yeah. Gimme a few minutes to read over your characters and I’ll be ready.”
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teeny tidbits: jungkook picks y/n up from class & all eyes are on him
➺ pairing; badboy!jungkook x y/n
➺ wordcount; 1.6k
➺ p.s. yes i’m aware this REEKS of 2012 wattpad clichés and i basically groaned and rolled my eyes the entire time i was writing this but i’m trying to redeem myself from the tragedy that was the 2018!badboykook fic and 2021!cee needed to get this out of her system!!! and sometimes cheesy things are good for the soul!! please enjoy this teeny tidbit and feel free to roll ur eyes with me
(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the maker of course :-)))
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“can’t you ask jungkook to get us in?” jimin sighs frustratedly, nudging you with his elbow before reaching over and pulling the door open for you, “come on… this is going to be the party of the semester! we can’t miss it!”
“i’m sure there’ll be a big ol’ party next semester, jimin-” you roll your eyes playfully before shaking your head, “besides, we’ve been to dozens of parties already! the world isn’t going to end if we don’t go to this one, right?”
“but kim taehyung is hosting this one!” jimin exclaims, grabbing onto your elbow before giving you a shake, “and his parties are legendary. do you know what people are going to say if they find out i wasn’t there??”
good grief
you’ve come to really like jimin in the five-ish months that you’ve gotten to know him, but if there’s one thing you could change about him it’d be his obsession with campus parties
(sometimes you think that jimin probably wouldn’t hang around you as much if you weren’t dating jungkook and his magical ability to get into pretty much any party possible... but that’s a conversation you can have with him another day.)
“you care far too much about what people think.” you frown, shaking your head in disappointment, “i promise you no one’s going to care when you tell them you weren’t at one party-”
“come on…! please??” your eyes widen when jimin stops in his tracks and stomps down on the ground like a petulant child, his plush bottom lip pushed out in a pathetic little pout, “don’t do this to me, huh? just- just bring it up to jungkook and see what he says- promise me you’ll ask jungkook- please please please-”
“okay, okay!” you turn around to face jimin before letting out a huff, “fine. if it’ll get you to stop whining, i promise you i’ll ask jungkook about getting you-”
“-us-”
“-us- getting us into this dumb party.” you smile, crossing your fingers behind your back, “happy?”
you most certainly will noT be asking jungkook about getting you guys into this party because you’re sick of going to parties!
sure, this is all part of your ~university experience~ but that doesn’t mean you have to go to a party every other weekend
you’d love to just stay in and sleep
god, you’d kill for a good, long night of sleep...
even thinking about it now is making you drowsy
“mhm!” jimin’s face immediately lights up in a delighted smile before he points over your shoulder, “you can ask him right now.”
“ask him n-” you glance over your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise to see jungkook waiting for you by the sidewalk, “-ow... uh, perfect!”
jungkook’s here!
...you… weren’t expecting him to be... here...
jungkook gives a couple of girls a polite smile and a nod of acknowledgement as they walk past him with flirty giggles
“okay, uh-” you turn back to give jimin a stiff smile before crinkling your nose and holding a finger up, “would you mind waiting here for me?”
“i'll wait as long as you want me to as long as you get us into that party-!” jimin calls out after you as you hurry down the brick steps to jungkook
“holy shit. i’d love give his motorcycle a ride-”
“mhm, any day... any day!”
you stumble over your feet a little as two girls brush past you from behind, leaving a trail of sweet-smelling perfume tickling at your nose
“hey, there you are!” a grin spreads on jungkook’s face when he sees you coming towards him, pushing himself up so he’s not leaning against his motorcycle, “i was worried i was at the wrong building.”
“uh-huh, so what are you-” you clear your throat quietly before letting out a nervous chuckle, giving your boyfriend a chummy, super casual and not at all romantic punch to the chest, “what are you, uh, doing… here?”
“picking you up from… class?” he mocks your high-pitched tone with a boyish smile before pursing his lips, “you are done for the day, right? that’s what your schedule says.”
“yeah, i’m done, i just- wait a minute-” you frown, your eyes flickering to the side as you try to recall jungkook’s schedule, “shouldn’t you be in a biology lecture right now?”
“the prof dismissed us, like, forty minutes early.” jungkook shrugs, “so i thought i’d come and pick you up so that you didn’t have to walk all the way back to your dorm to meet m-”
“-why’d you take the bandaids off your cheek?” you interrupt him suddenly as you reach up to cup his face, gently brushing your thumb over the healing cut on his cheekbone (he was half-asleep and walked directly into the frame of the bathroom door), “i told you to keep them on for another day. i was going to take them off for you tonight.”
“they made me look lame.” he scrunches his nose and you immediately frown in disapproval, “plus, showing off the cut makes me look so much cooler-”
“that’s not a legitimate excuse-”
“it so is!” jungkook turns his head before pointing at it, “look at that and tell me you don’t think i’m cool-”
it’s not that you don’t love that jungkook knows what time you finish class and where exactly to pick you up (swoon!)- the thing that’s making you nervous is the fact that people naturally seem to just... stare at him whenever he’s around
to be fair, you would stare too if you didn’t know him!
the all-black outfit, the perfectly tousled hair that never seems to be out of place, the obviously very handsome face, and the shiny shiny motorcycle that makes a very obnoxious vrOOm-vroOOom sound whenever he revs the engines
you’re not embarrassed to be seen with him because you are very!!! fond of your boyfriend but…
well, it’s just that if they’re staring at him, they’re most definitely staring at you, too
and sometimes you worry that you don’t look very compatible with jungkook... and then you worry that people are laughing at you and only you... and then you wonder what people mutter to each other whenever they walk past you two and give you that awful ‘how did someone like you land someone like him?’ stare... and then you feel like you have to prove that you’re dating jungkook but you don’t want to make a scene...
it certainly doesn’t help that there are rubber-duckies on your socks
also, it’s hitting you now that it’s pretty hypocritical to call jimin out on how intense he is about other people’s opinions of him when you’re so in your head about this
jungkook tilts his head curiously when he notices you glancing around like there’s a big target on your back and he resists the urge to snort
he knows exactly why you’re so twitchy, and as much as he wants to reassure you and tell you that literally no one is paying attention to the two of you - and even if they did, who cares? - ...well, he’s allowed to have his fun, isn’t he?
“oh, what’s the matter, sweet girl? you still embarrassed to be seen with me?” jungkook coos mockingly, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulls you in towards him with a cheeky grin, “hm? don’t want anyone to see your big, bad boyfriend?”
“jungkook-!” you grip onto his forearm in alarm when he leans in, nudging his nose under your jaw so he can give the side of your neck a teasing bite, “cut it out, you weirdo-” your face immediately goes bright pink and you reach up to flatten your palm against his chest to create some distance, “jimin’s still over there-”
“is he?” jungkook hums, giving your warm cheek a kiss before pulling away and looking up towards the staircase, “ah, yep. i see him...” he gives jimin a wave accompanied with a friendly smile and jimin takes that as a sign to come over and join you two
“oh, god. he’s coming over.” jungkook keeps the smile on his face as he looks back down at you, “please tell me he’s not about to ask me about another party. i’m starting to worry that the number of times i’ve asked to come to a party is starting to make me look desperate for socialization- hey, jimin!”
you turn around so you can face jimin and jungkook reaches down to link his fingers with yours
“hey, bro!!!!” jimin greets a little too enthusiastically as he holds up his fist for a bump, jungkook’s eyes flicking down to it before he reluctantly raises his own arm to bump his fist against jimin’s, “so, like, i’m sure y/n’s already debriefed you on kim taehyung’s party-”
“ah, yeah. taehyung’s party- you sure you wanna go to that one?” jungkook frowns as he glances back down at you, “because taehyung’s from one of the sleazier frats-”
“i heard they pop open bottles of champagne and spray them, like, all over everyone-” jimin gushes, jungkook raising a brow before chuckling lightly
“and you… want that?”
“it’ll look great on my instagram highlights.”
“that… yeah, that’s a bonus for sure.” jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and you bite back a giggle, “who cares about wasting multiple bottles of expensive champagne when they make for a great instagram highlight?”
“see? you get it!” jimin chirps before looking over at you, “he gets it, y/n.”
“mm, he certainly does.”
(jungkook likes jimin, it’s just that he thinks he’s a little too eager about his place on the social ladder sometimes…)
“oh, and don’t worry-” jimin beams, “y/n and i won’t abandon you at the party or anything because i hear their house is huge-”
“yeah, because i’m the third wheel in this trio.”
🎙️help me help you make your wishes come true (send me a request!)
✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?
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18 for Anakin and Ahsoka?
18. "Is it alright if I hug you? // (from these prompts)
She watches for a moment before she announces herself.
One of the babies, the boy — Luke if she remembers what Obi-Wan told her correctly — sleeps in the bassinet against the wall. The girl — Leia — rests on Anakin’s shoulder, a hand firmly gripping a handful of his curls. He pats Leia’s back, as he watches Luke sleep, apparently unable to lose contact with either of them.
“Knock, knock,” Ahsoka says quietly, from the doorway.
Anakin looks over with a start, then smiles widely. “You came.”
“Of course I came,” she grins, moving into the room. “The byproduct of the illustrious senator-jedi affair? Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He scoffs, shifting Leia to his other shoulder. She gurgles at the movement and he freezes, his eyes widening. When no other sound is made, he relaxes with a sigh.
“Plus, as it turns out, I happen to know the guy involved,” Ahsoka continues. “Bit of a dweeb, but...you know. I owe him at least a bit of loyalty.”
“Taught you everything I know and this is what I get.”
Ahsoka smiles and watches as Leia finds purchase in another bit of Anakin’s hair. “Looks like you’ve got a couple of new padawans to teach, now.”
“I don’t even know if they’re force-sensitive,” Anakin says quickly. “Obi-Wan says it would show up later. That their midi-chlorian count wouldn’t even be accurate right now and —”
“I meant this whole dad thing, Skyguy,” she interrupts, a small smile playing at her lips. It’s unnerving, but endearing to see him like this.
“Oh. Right. Yeah.” He blinks and looks at her. “Do you want to hold her?”
Ahsoka sobers. “I uh...I don’t think she’d be interested in me. Seems like she’s pretty attached to your hair there and I don’t...I don’t — oh.” Her ramble is cut off as Anakin drops Leia into her arms, adjusting Ahsoka’s arms so that one cradles under the infant’s head.
He smiles proudly.
“Er, how do I...what —”
“Just hold her,” he says. “She’ll be hungry in a bit but Padmé’s sleeping and I want to give her as much time as possible. Besides,” Anakin chuckles lightly, peering over at Luke, “it’s this little guy who has the internal food clock.”
“How’s she doing?” Ahsoka asks, watching Leia’s nose wriggle up and down as she sleeps. “Padmé, I mean.”
“As good as can be expected. With...with everything — she, uh, she had a difficult labour and…”
Ahsoka looks up and offers what she hopes is a look of compassion. “Obi-Wan told me.”
Anakin blanches. “He did? Oh. I...I wanted to explain it to you. To…”
“When he got back from Mustafar. When you all did...he called me and I was so confused and —”
“No,” Anakin says, shaking his head quickly. “No, no, he was right. You deserved to know. To have the blanks filled in. I mean, with you just finishing up on Mandalore and...and obviously I wasn’t...I wasn’t there for you. I wasn’t really there at all and...and — Obi-Wan was right.”
“He was really worried for you.”
Anakin releases a heavy breath and drops his head into his hands. “I almost killed him, Snips. He almost killed me. A thousand times. We — it was really bad.”
“But it wasn’t you.”
“No,” he agrees, then shakes his head, his face twisting into anguish. “And yes.”
She waits.
“Palpatine offered me a choice. I...I took it, Ahsoka. The Dark Side, it...I made that choice.”
“But why?” she can’t help but ask. “I know you, master, and you’re stronger than that. I’ve seen you win out over it so many times.”
“And you’ve seen me fall to it just as many. This time, I...it wasn’t like the other times.”
“Why?” she repeats. Because she’s heard Obi-Wan’s take and she’ll soon hear the Council’s. There’s little doubt that he’ll be tried before the Republic and even less doubt that he’ll be expelled from the Order. But she needs to hear it from him.
“Because of Padmé,” he answers honestly. “And you. And Obi-Wan. And...and Luke and Leia.” He sighs. “Because of the fears that push and pull at my mind every second of every day. The thought of losing any of you. It...it destroys me, Ahsoka. It did destroy me. To the point where I...where I…”
“Destroyed others,” she finishes mercifully. “I’m sorry you felt alone.”
“That was another trick of the Dark Side. I see that now. I see that...you and Obi-Wan and...and all of you. I was never alone.”
“But that doesn’t invalidate your feelings.”
“It doesn’t excuse my actions either.”
“No,” she says quietly. “It doesn’t.” Leia’s hand moves blindly along Ahsoka’s shoulder, seeking something to grip. She thinks of the padawan beads that used to hang there and wonders if this is another sign that maybe it’s time to restore them. It’s a thought for another time, though. Because, here and now, her own life feels insignificant in the scope of things.
And she thinks maybe that’s the true lesson of the Force.
She takes a broken breath. “The past few days have been…”
“I know.”
“I was really scared, master.”
“Me, too,” he breathes. Then, looks at her significantly. “But everything’s okay now. I’m not...we’re all gonna be okay.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” he says. And she believes it.
“Is it…” she tries, but falters — because it feels so foreign and strange. But then as she thinks harder, she wonders if she should have done this long ago. “Is it alright if I hug you?”
His eyebrows furrow in confusion, like he’s trying to decipher the meaning of her words. That hurts Ahsoka on some level, the realisation that he doubts her genuine care. But she thinks they all have things to process through and maybe this is where it starts for the two of them. So she stands and moves toward him.
Leia shifts on her shoulder and makes a soft noise, but Ahsoka stays standing, staring down at Anakin and waiting for him to get up and join her. Finally, he does, standing with rigid hesitation. She doesn’t let herself or him think about it, though.
It’s awkward and uncomfortable, with a baby in between them all the while, but when Ahsoka wraps her arms around him and immediately feels him fall into her — she knows she was right. It’s the end of something, to be certain. But it’s the beginning of something, too.
#a little rots au from the depths of my brain#idk whats really happening here but its the start of a happy ending#snips & skyguy#writing prompts
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Tangled Au
BUT LISTEN ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK…
Yes Muzan is mother gothel because his stingy ass would be trying to live forever and would want to conjure the sun out of his behind but LOOK!!!!!
It’s nezuko who is born from the flower not tanjirou so ha! Suck on that twist.
I’d like to say her hair is orange but like an orange haired nezuko wouldn’t look right ;-; so redish hair kinda like tanjirou’s
After Nezuko was kidnapped because you know WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS in this fandom without something tragic hurting us.
And look as much as I would love a ZenNezu story about zenitsu mustering up the Courage to save her. NO! This is for family feels so F the romance plot.
Tanjirou is devastated his baby sister went missing and so where his parents the king and queen. So after many talkings Tanjirou wished to go find his sister. His parents would never allow that because that’s their only child left!!!!
After Nezuko’s disappearance the king and queen decided to have no more kids as scared they would also be stolen. (Did I nerf the other siblings Bc I don’t know how else to include them? Yes I did but so did Gotouge)
Tanjirou disliked the idea of not being able to help his sister and as the stubborn person he is, he pulled a Mulan(left without word in the middle of the night) around the age of 12 to go look for his sister.
Tanjirou didn’t know how majorly he screwed up until he realized the real word hard TM but he pulls this I am the first son mantra and continues on his way like a big boy.
And because he isn’t really a big boy he is found by Urokodaki a lone traveler who brings him home and asks Tanjirou if he’s alright.
Tanjirou says no and explains his situation ans urokodaki listens saying he should go back to his family. Tanjirou disagrees because he can’t go home empty handed.
Tanjirou says he will leave the next day but Urokodaki can’t leave a child in need alone so he asks tanjirou if he can even defend himself.
And obviously baby boy can’t do Urokodaki reveals he was a former palace guard and decides to teach Tanjirou about swordsman ship.
(If you can’t get guess, yes all the pillars are royal palace guards)
As the years pass the king and queen are looking for not only mourning their daughter but looking for their son.
Muzan is none the wiser that the prince has gone missing busy making sure to raise Nezuko under him best he can. Usual parental manipulation tactics.
After tanjirou beats Urokodaki in a spar like years later he continues on his way.
This is where he meets Inosuke a thief who’s had to steal since young. Tanjirou tries to reason with him saying it’s wrong and inosuke is still feral but they both get caught and wanted posters get out up of both them.
Later along the way they encounter Zenitsu who was found crying on the side of the road for owing money to some debt collectors.
The three join forces stopping others who steal (but getting caught returning artifacts so they’re seen like thieves)
Inosuke complains Bc they should keep it and zenitsu agrees while tanjirou doesn’t.
Life goes on and
~time skip~
It is Nezuko’s 18th birthday and she wants to go see the floating lanterns. Despite asking ofc her father (Muzan) says no and she’s upset.
Muzan sings- (pfft imagine him singing) Muzan just lectures her on it saying she’s too old for nonsense and he expects better.
Nezuko agrees and asks for some v rare bread she liked. Muzan said that it’s long away travel and Nezuko does that thing 🥺
And Muzan agrees because if it’ll shut a child up and departs .
The castle scene is the three idiots trying to place the crown back when they get caught and running after their lives being chased by sanemi and giyuu. (Why this pair specifically? I ship them leave me alone.)
They’re cornered until tanjirou falls into the hidden leaves hiding the tower and drags both of them in.
They climb tower and are promptly knocked out. Cue a crow squawking at them to wake up.
And look Tanjirou doesn’t recognize her because she was baby and you might be like (why did he go search for her then!?!) well does Tanjirou look like he plans things through? He’s jump first think along the way.
Anyways, they all try to pacify her and nezuko settles down saying she’ll give them back the crown if they take her to see the lanterns. And well they agree.
After this the plot mostly follows the same 😗
The part where they escape the tavern and are bonded by her hair shocks all of them
Oh! They are found by giyuu but when Tanjirou fights him giyuu recognizes the fighting style and asks if he knows Urokodaki. Tanjirou nods and giyuu says he’ll help.
The two goons after all five of them are Douma and Enmu. (I’d never want those two to interact actually but here we are)
Some ZenNezu plot does happen with nezuko having doubts and zenitsu comforting her as they continue.
During the boat scene Giyuu stays behind while the four of them get on and enjoy some peace. With all of them saying if nezuko has finished one dream it just means it’s time for a new one.
Nezuko smiles and confesses she’s had the crown all along. They all say they don’t care and they’re happy she’s with them.
cue boat docking Nezuko wandering off to talk to Muzan and the three getting kidnapped and shipped back to the castle.
Cue realization of who nezuko is.
And cue Tanjirou confessing he’s the prince in the cells while giyuu helps with can escape plan.
Tanjirou goes to save nezuko and overhears yelling from the bottom of the tower because please.
Tanjirou yelling for nezuko more desperate than ever now knowing he’s found his sister.
Muzan killing Tanjirou but Muzan falling down and dying.
Nezuko resurrecting Tanjirou and both going home to their family safe and sound.
~THE END~
#this was so long#and for why#crack au#tangled au#tangled x kny#solely based off the movie#I haven’t finished the series#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#kny au#demon slayer au#kimetsu no yaiba au#tanjirou kamado#kamado tanjirou#agatsuma zenitsu#zenitsu agatsuma#hashibira inosuke#inosuke hashibira#kamado nezuko#nezuko kamado
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let’s talk about elucien
there are so many reasons why I love elain x lucien and why I think these two would not only be amazing together, but also why they belong together. one of those reasons is lucien’s sassy personality, which we already got a glimpse of in acotar (and that I miss terribly btw), and which is, in my opinion, exactly what elain needs in her life. we’re talking about lucien “your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold” vanserra. we know he’s got quite a big mouth, that’s how we got to know him, but we also know that mouth is exactly what’s gotten him into trouble before. case in point: the eye incident. lucien doesn’t mince his words and yes, that is one of the reasons why elain really needs to spend some more time with him.
she has been coddled by not only her father, nesta, feyre, but also the entire inner circle, which has allowed her to live her life passively. yes, she killed the king of hybern, and good for her, but she did it because nobody else could have done it at that point in time. ever since the war ended, elain has not actively contributed to any plot matters, whether by choice or because someone else took the choice from her. azriel said in acosf, “there is an innate darkness to the dread trove that elain should not be exposed to.” even amren pointed out that elain is capable of defending herself, but for some reason, nobody let her even though elain said she would try to find it: “then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” and yet, by the end of the book, elain’s been barely in it and has not contributed at all. (I know some people claim there’s certain things already happening in the background, but honestly, I’m not satisfied with that development happening off page, so I can’t wait to finally go on her journey and actually see her do stuff)
this moment is crucial:
does it look like she is happy with the way the others treat her? not really. when nesta snapped at her, elain started laughing. that signals relief to me because nesta, the one who has always tried to protect elain the most (nesta baby Ilysm), is the one who suddenly lost her patience. elain needs somebody like lucien, somebody with a big mouth and sassy attitude, who can coax her out of that paralysis she’s been stuck in, a bit like nesta in this scene. additionally, the banter would be top tier. I want another “if I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” moment, please. god please. (elain blinks. “and where would you like that kiss?” — and lucien just loses his mind.)
another thing that lives in my head rent free is the fact that lucien has travelled almost everywhere and could introduce elain, who wishes to see more of the world (see: “elain had always wanted to visit the continent to study the tulips and other famed flowers”), to the different courts and the continent. I refuse to accept that we will not get to learn more about the other courts, for my sake, but also for elain’s sake. I want her to see the spring court at least once. I want her to go and see those tulips she’s dreamt of. I want her and lucien to discover the day court as a new home, which brings me to the next point.
elain has been craving sunshine for some time now. there’s several quotes that emphasise her connection to sunshine/light, here are a few of my favourites:
I marveled at it, actually — that those years of poverty hadn‘t stripped away that light from elain.
the suite was filled with sunlight. every curtain shoved back as far as it could go, to let in as much sun as possible. as if any bit of darkness was abhorrent.
she had been always so full of light. perhaps that was why she now kept all the curtains open. to fill the void that existed where all of that light had once been. and now nothing remained.
what can I get you, elain? — sunshine.
elain doesn’t belong into the night court. feyre has found her family there, with rhys and the inner circle. nesta has found (or should I say accepted) cassian and found gwyn and emerie, her chosen sisters. but elain?
elain is somewhere in the background hiding with the twins and tending to gardens of the citizens of velaris. you can’t tell me that is satisfactory to you. she is currently ignoring her seer abilities, and the members of the inner circle are basically encouraging her to do so. the only time she’s been confronted lately was during that conversation with nesta and her reaction was not exactly what any of us readers would have expected, was it? that tells me there’s much more about her we don’t know yet, and I’m convinced we won’t know until she finally leaves and finds her own people, finds herself again and start dealing with everything that happened to her. elain must leave the night court, i.e. the darkness, behind in order to grow.
the same goes to lucien: he’s not at a place where he can just jump into a relationship or mating bond. he’s got so much stuff going on. lucien was forced to abandon his home and his abusive family, his “father” killed the fae he loved in front of his eyes, his best friend is an abusive pos who never appreciated him anyway, and neither has anyone in the night court. lucien is used because of his connections and because of the mating bond that ties him to elain, whether he wanted it or not. feyre knows he would never turn away from elain unless she explicitly wishes him to, and so she and rhys and the others use that to their advantage. it is smart, of course, but at the same time, they also keep important information about his own life from him that could change many, many things. so he’s spending his time with mortals in the human lands — a place where he as a fae really does not belong.
lucien being the heir to the day court, well, to me, it feels like sjm is practically screaming it into our face: how could he find a home in the night court, the literal opposite to the day? darkness vs. light. and what about elain “he’d never once in the two years he’d known her found elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … it sucked the life from her” archeron? just looking at the symbolism, not only do the quotes from above indicate that the night court cannot possibly be her home, but also very recent quotes from the latest book. elain is a side character in the night court. and so is lucien. they both need to leave in order to become main characters — and it doesn’t even matter that both are already crucial to the further plot of the series because how can they possibly contribute to it in a place where they are both kept down?
mor said in acofas: “stay out of it. she’s not ready, and neither is he, no matter how many presents he brings.” and “let him figure out where he wants to be. who he wants to be. the same goes with her.” mor’s power is “truth”, whatever that means. but there you have it. they’re not ready to be with each other yet, and that’s okay.
[elain and lucien are also connected not only because of the mating bond, but also because of the plot. lucien must know quite a lot about her and her sisters simply because of all the time he spent with their father. the father who made a bargain with koschei. koschei who put a spell on vassa. lucien is therefore tied to both papa archeron as well as koschei and vassa. elain, we know, is a seer, despite her not using her abilities (or is she, and we simply don’t know?). elain is (obviously) connected to her father, but also to koschei and vassa (remember those visions she had).]
now let’s get to the mating bond stuff, and I need to say this loud and clear: elain has always had and will always have one (1) true mate. there’s no such thing as “false mate” or even multiple mates. there has been no indication whatsoever. lucien is the mate the cauldron had given her when she was born. and elain is the mate the cauldron had given him when he was born. even when she was still human, they already belonged together — tied together by strings of fate. absolutely nothing will change this fact. should elain reject the bond, lucien will remain a part of her life/her soul forever. should lucien reject the bond, elain will remain a part of his life/his soul forever.
when she was still human, lucien had already felt a pull between them and tried to save and protect her from hybern. when elain was already fae, when it came to protecting her, azriel clapped cassian’s shoulder and left (is this the true mate they’re all talking about?). it’s unfair to lucien, elain, AND azriel and this comparison alone is enough to disprove this theory.
the thing is, lucien has been nothing but respectful, kind and caring towards elain. when he arrived in velaris in acowar, he could immediately sense what she needed and said, “she needs fresh air” (vs. the response “we’ll judge what she needs”) and “take her to the sea. take her to some garden. but get her out of this house for an hour or two.” (I’m gonna make another post about this because I have a few thoughts on this)
of course, she doesn’t owe him anything, but elain herself doesn’t wish to be treated like a child, she maybe she should start acting like an adult because although she doesn’t owe lucien an apology or explanation, she has to have a conversation with him, like two responsible adults. there is no way feyre or anyone in the inner circle hasn’t told her that she can reject the bond and move on with her life. but just like her powers, this is another thing she chooses to ignore. I’m not blaming her because I know she has to work through her trauma first and heal, but by the end of the series, she has to acknowledge that at least.
in acosf, elain says “I am not a child to be fought over” when they discuss the dread trove. I wonder what she would say about the fact azriel threatens to challenge lucien to the blood duel because of her? based on literally everything we know about lucien, I can say with certainty that he would not physically fight over elain. if she only had a conversation with him and told him to move on and leave her alone, lucien would do just that. he would leave her alone and try to move on as best as he could (which we know is difficult for males). but he would never act as entitled to her as to demand a blood duel and fight to death. it goes against his principles.
to finish this off, sjm summing up everything I just said:
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I have- so many feelings. I’ve been trying to write an analysis since last night but everything I wrote is incomprehensible so this is an attempt: advanced apologies. Originally I wanted to make a post about C!Quackity and C!Tommy’s relationship but then it got me thinking of talking about what makes Tommy so vulnerable to manipulation even incidentally which brought me to Wilbur and Techno. So I’ve decided to just make a mishmash comparing Tommy’s relationships to these three complicated people.
Starting with Quackity I think we can all agree, Quackity GETS Tommy. In a way others on the server(like Fundy or Foolish) just straight up don’t. Quackity treats Tommy a lot like he treats Slime, with this understanding that Tommy isn’t like everyone else and won’t respond to things like others would. Because Tommy in spite of everything really does act like a kid. He acts out because of boredom or frustration especially when he’s ignored. Often others get frustrated when dealing with Tommy, but Quackity has this odd level of patience different from say Sam, Puffy or even Foolish in that he puts himself at Tommy’s level. At the start I think this was just a genuine attempt at having fun with our chaos raccoon but at the moment it’s almost patronizing(a reoccurring theme). Quackity understands that pushing Tommy will only result in property damage, but he also knows that he can’t let him run around unsupervised(because property damage). When Quackity is unaware that Tommy is listening he sounds more than a little frustrated at his antics, but then Tommy throws on a pair of pants claiming to be called Trousers and insists that he is not in fact Tommyinnit. Quackity plays along, he doesn’t try and force Tommy to stop, he humors him. This is something Quackity does a lot with Tommy, and it’s why Tommy still seems to have positive feelings towards him. Quackity humors him the way adults will humor a child who’s insisting that they are a wizard. Through this lense(which I think Quackity is fully aware of) he’s able to get Tommy into a less aggressive state and get information out him. Like why he’s working with Wilbur, and Tommy’s feelings about it. Which also unfortunately makes him super easy to use. I think in the future as Quackity slowly succumbs to the inevitable power hungry corruption that’ll bury whatever soft spot he has for Tommy, we’ll see Quackity take advantage of Tommy’s blatant abandonment issues using the trust he’s built through these small appeasement based interactions.
Moving on; C!Wilbur Soot! This is a land mine let me tell you. Because Listen, Wilbur is obviously, severely traumatized and mentally ill. I don’t think Wilbur necessarily has any malicious intentions towards Tommy. But unfortunately this bad boy is backing a fuck load of unhealthy coping mechanisms and behaviors. Such as his possessive streak! We saw with L’manburg the whole “if I can’t have you no one can!” Mentality, which has now been transferred to Tommy. It’s a move to assert his control over a situation and unfortunately for Tommy he’s a prime vessel for this behavior because he has absolutely no concept of healthy boundaries! Since his backstory and relationships are a bit blurry we can’t make any definitive explanation for where this came from but for the sake of argument let’s say Tommy has known Wilbur since he was young, and Wilbur was always someone with a possessive personality(albeit less obvious due to the fact that he wasn’t traumatized yet). Being raised by or around someone who never sets boundaries with you can lead to a person growing up not able to do so themselves. And wouldn’t you know it Tommy has clearly never had a stable healthy relationship because all of them have been transactional or codependent. Which is, bad.(shout out to Tubbo and Ranboo though for trying to enforce healthy boundaries sadly though the timing of this separation couldn’t have been worse). Currently I think it’s safe to say Wilbur and Tommy have a codependent relationship. One with a very clear imbalance of power, comparable to a codependent parent-child relationship. In which Tommy excuses Wilbur’s bad behaviors out of a sense of responsibility, this feeling that because they’re “family” he owes it to Wilbur to stay by his side. Not to mention how Tommy obviously craves guidance and leadership from paternal/fraternal figures, which he originally found in Wilbur(later in Dream, Techno and Sam afterwards). Tommy very clearly desires a family structure in which he is loved and protected no matter what, and Wilbur fills that role easily and willingly. Wilbur wants someone who’ll be loyal to him and will never leave or betray him, and Tommy wants someone who’ll protect and care for and, say it with me boys, will never leave or betray him. There isn’t anything wrong with wanting someone to be there for you, but because of their complexes and traumas these feelings of fraternal affection are twisted into a relationship lacking boundaries and for Tommy, complete absence of autonomy. Only doing things because Wilbur wants him to me, because he wants Wilbur to be happy and Wilbur is never wrong. Not a good mindset to have when dealing with someone like Wilbur who is destructive as a means of coping.
Lastly another landmine, in the form of Technoblade! Ah yes, bedrock bros. We love them and miss them. But newsflash guys they ALSO had an unhealthy transactional relationship! But here’s the thing about unhealthy relationships, sometimes people are just not good for eachother. There’s no bad guy or good guy. No ones in the right or wrong. They just, weren’t good for eachother. Now whether this was situational or not can only be answered if they reconnect with healthier mindsets but for now we’ll say it’s situational. Obviously, Tommy was clearly in a bad place. Just barely managing to escape exile after a narrowly thwarted suicide attempt: now packing a whole slew of issues, from paranoia, depression, fear of abandonment, low self worth, and just general debilitating stress. Techno was ALSO in a bad place, he just hides it under a sense of self righteous justice: like guys, his only friend was put under house arrest because of him associating with him, and he was then executed under the threat of death of his faithful horse companion. Techno was angry and blinded by revenge. A bad mix when you toss in a traumatized codependent teenager desperately searching for someone to fill the empty void of fraternal leadership left by Wilbur’s death. Tommy really just wants someone to tell him what to do, like let’s not kid ourselves here. Techno offered Tommy protection from Dream, which yay! But also creates an unbalanced power dynamic(bringing that one back!). I genuinely believe that it wasn’t Techno’s intention, but the thing is, the relationship became transactional: a “I’ll protect you and take care of you if you do what I say and help me.” Type scenario. It was impossible for Tommy to really comfortably say no, at risk of being tossed out of straight up given to Dream to face whatever horrible consequences running away had. BESIDES that, they are just two very different people who had very different priorities. Techno wanted vengeance against L’manburg, Tommy wanted to be protected but always had the intention of returning to L’manburg one day(clearly believing getting the discs would be a catch all problem solver). These two priorities are in direct conflict with eachother; as a result they’re partnership would never have worked in the long term. Here’s the kicker to what makes this relationship so unhealthy though, because those things in isolation don’t make an unhealthy relationship but the fact that Tommy’s poor mental state fueled by Techno’s blood seeking revenge made him act in ways HE deemed wrong, makes it unhealthy. Tommy wasn’t lying, being with Techno made him become a person he didn’t want to be, and it’s NOT Techno’s fault. It was the unfortunate consequence of their opposing view points and unhealthy mental states. Perhaps in a world where the Butcher Army never existed the Bedrock Bro’s team up could have been a moment of healing for both characters; but alas that was not the world we are privy to in canon.
Yeah so that’s it for now I guess
#tommyinnit#dream smp#wilbur soot#technoblade#quackity#tw manipulation#tw unhealthy relationship#tw codependency
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Is She the Reason? - Part 3
Parts: 1, 2
Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Nestor Oceteva x Black!Reader
Summary: Angel, Nestor. Nestor, Angel. Girl....what the hell you gon’ do now?
Warning(s): Aaaangst, a fluffly bit, a confrontation, but aaaaaangst. This is the angst series :)
Word count: 2,508
AN: I uh...I did a thing. After this there is only one part of this series left. Comments, questions, and concerns are always welcomed. Okay, bye. Love y’all xo
TAGLIST: @holland23567 @trulysuccubus @pearlkitten33
You were at the salon getting yourself a downright sickening blowout. You could feel how silky the hair was and you were happy for a change. You didn’t wanna do something so drastic like chopping your hair, but you needed something new.
“You finessed the hell out of my hair. Thank you so much Shonda.” You smiled at your longtime hair stylist.
“You know I got you, girl.” Shonda smiled back, still running her fingers through the hair and slinging it over your shoulder. She noticed you looking at your phone, “You got a hot date with that fine ass Angel?”
You felt a tug on your heart at the mention of him. “Nope. We aint together anymore and no I don’t want to talk about it.” You got up out of the seat and placed the money she owed plus a tip on the vanity.
“Oh, uh okay. I’ll see you next time!” Shonda called out to you as you practically ran out of the salon to avoid any further questions about you and Angel.
You breathed a sigh of relief at being outside and away from the possible interrogation that would have happened if you stayed there longer. You were ready to casually talk about your breakup with others. You were not over it.
The familiar smell of delicious Mexican food wafted through your nostrils as you reached your lunch destination for the day. You walked in and saw who you were looking for already at a table.
“Hey Nes.” You greeted the man with a smile that turned into a giggle as he stood up from his seat and pulled you in a big hug, lifting your feet off the ground a little. “Put me down.”
“I’m just happy to see you, mi cielo.” Nestor murmured, letting your feet drop back down to the floor and leading to the table.
“Oh don’t start sweet talking me.” You laughed, taking a seat.
“Ain’t no one sweet talking you. I can if you’d like me too. I see you with the straight silky locs. You trying to impress me?” He teasingly asked as he sat across from you.
“Boy, please.” You scoffed, taking a look at the menu.
“Good. Cause I’m already impressed by you.” He replied in such an earnest tone, it caused her to stop looking at her menu to meet his eyes.
The look in his eyes made her pause. He was staring at you so intently that you were relieved when the server came to get their orders. You had no idea what to say to him. Nestor really was a nice guy. He was fine, secure, and had yet to disappoint you. You’d been relying on him a lot over these last few weeks. He’d kept you company, wiped your tears, and made you laugh. He showed up every time he said he would, but what did that mean?
It wasn’t until after you two enjoyed a hilarious and delicious lunch together that you felt ready to broach the subject. You two were standing in front of his car saying your goodbyes.
“You’re a great friend and I appreciate you so much. You know that, right Nes?” You asked him, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
“Of course, cielo.” He responded, his hands on your hips.
He pulled you in for a hug and you hugged him tight. When you two pulled back, he leaned forward as if to kiss you and you buried your face in his chest. Nestor instead held you tightly again and placed several kisses on your exposed neck. The kisses make you shiver and you pull away again to look at him.
“Nestor..” You begin but get interrupted by his phone going off.
He checked his phone and pulled further away from you. “It’s Miguel. I gotta go, but call me later okay?” He placed a kiss on your forehead and then he was hopping in his car and speeding away to meet Miguel wherever.
You just stood in the same spot he left you, staring at the tail lights of his car until you can’t see them anymore.
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The “alliance” between the Mayans and the Galindo Cartel was a precarious situation from the very beginning. Things had grown more tense with the dissolution of Y/N’s relationship with Angel and her blossoming friendship with Nestor. Meetings between the gangs had an added uneasiness with Angel glaring at Nestor and Miguel’s bodyguard not giving him any energy back.
It had been two weeks since the diner and Angel could not get those images out of his head. Angel was waiting for the right opportunity to address Nestor. Where the fuck does Nestor get off having his hands all on you? Yes, Angel knew you were mad at him, but that doesn’t mean he was ready to see you with anyone else especially someone associated with fucking Galindo. He wanted him to stay away from you.
The opportunity presented itself when Miguel left the meeting with his other guards, leaving Nestor behind to complete a different task. The Mayans had all turned to head back into the clubhouse but Angel stayed behind and walked up on Nestor.
“Aye!” Angel barked out at Nestor’s retreating form as he walked up on him. “What are you doing with Y/N? I saw y’all the other day.”
Nestor turned around and stared at him for a minute before saying, “What the fuck did you say to me?”
“You heard me. Why are you sniffing around her? She’s not gonna be with you. She still loves me.”
“Oh she told you that? Then why aren’t y’all still together huh? Cause y’all aint together right now right? Right?” Nestor asked, staring Angel down. Angelcito would be even more upset to learn Nestor just came from lunch with you, but he wasn’t about to gloat out of respect for you.
“Yeah but-”
“And whose fault is that?”
Angel was silent. He knew it was his fault. He didn’t need to be reminded by the likes of Nestor. As the man went on, Angel found himself getting angrier and angrier. His hands balling into fists.
“So let me get this straight: you fuck some random bitch so Y/N dumps you and now you in my face because you fucked up and lost her?” Nestor stared at Angel and chuckled. How pathetic could he be? The audacity of the Mayan to tell him anything was laughable. “Own your shit, homes. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”
Angel couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Nestor by the shirt and pushed him up against the car. “Stay the fuck away from her.” He barked, voice harsh and loud.
The commotion must have gotten someone’s attention because the Mayans poured out of the clubhouse, pulling Angel off Nestor who only laughed and straightened his shirt.
Bishop tried to apologize for Angel but Nestor waved him off, still laughing. “I’ll give him that one. We can chalk it up to emotional distress at his recent loss.” He goes from speaking to Bishop to looking Angel dead in the eyes. “But if you put your hands on me again I’ll blow your brains out and leave your mangled body at your pop’s front door, comprende?”
Nestor was in his car and gone without another word. Angel just watched him go, before turning to look at EZ. EZ could tell from the look on his face that he was planning something and he just hoped it did not backfire and make things even worse.
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“Open the fucking door!” You screamed, banging your fist against the locked office door. You couldn’t believe you had gotten played like this. “Whoever is on the other side: EZ, Coco, Gilly, or even Letty when I get out of here I'm gonna hurt you.” You threatened, but the door remained closed.
You had received a text from Chucky asking you to stop by the garage to look over some contracts with him. You had the day off so it was no big deal. When you walked in the office you were not greeted by Chucky but instead a pensive Angel. Obviously this had been a set up.
“It’s not getting opened until I say the magic word.” Angel explained from the chair he had yet to move from. He was completely relaxed and his sentence just confirmed what you already knew: he set this whole thing up.
“Oh so it’s you I should hurt, then?” You turned around from the door and crossed your arms as you stared at him. “Why would you do this?”
“I needed to see you.”
You scoffed. “Angel tell them to open this door right now.”
“No.”
“No?” You angrily walked to the desk and swiped a paper weight off the desk that you chucked at his chest, hitting him square on the collarbone.
“Ow! Shit.” He groaned, rubbing where the weight hit him.
“I will throw everything on this desk at you. Let me out.” You threatened once again and he stood up from the seat. He walked around the desk and every step he took, you took one backwards.
He was approaching but you wanted to keep some space between the two of you. It wasn’t until you backed into the door that you realized he was just getting you away from the potential weapons on the desk.
“Okay fine.” You threw your hands up in defeat. “Fine. Let’s talk Angel. What would you like to discuss?”
“Your hair looks nice. You’ve never worn it like that before. You look beautiful.” He complimented.
“Thanks.” You were wound up so tight as you tried to keep your emotions in check.
“I bet Nestor likes it too.”
You narrowed your eyes at the mention of Nestor. “Why are you bringing him up?”
“Just heard you two have been hanging out.” He tried to nonchalantly mention, but you saw right through that.
“I know you’re not jealous. Please fuck right off with that. If you want to talk about Nestor, this conversation ends now.” You were not about to get into a discussion about Nestor with Angel. It wasn’t his business and also you weren’t even sure what was going on. The last time you saw him was at lunch earlier in the week.
Angel was silent for a moment as he debated with himself. “Do you miss me? Cause I miss you.” He asked, staring at you.
“No.” You tried to keep a bored look on your face.
“You really don’t miss me at all, querida? You don’t miss us?” He implored, taking a step closer to you.
It was quiet as you two simply stared at each other. He was waiting for an answer and you were fighting with yourself to keep quiet.
“Of course I miss you, you selfish asshole!” You finally exploded. You missed him every damn day. The situation was hard enough but he made it worse by just not leaving you alone. “Doesn’t mean I want or need to be with you. You don’t understand that I can’t trust you Angel. I refuse to torture myself by being with you and worrying what you’re doing every second of the day.”
“I want to earn your trust back. You tell me what you want me to do and that’s what I’ll do. Starting right now. You want me on my knees? What’s that Temptations song….I aint too proud to beg right? Call me David Ruffin.” Tears filled your eyes as you listened to him. This was the Angel you fell in love with. All earnest good intentions with a side of sarcastic asshole that you found irresistible. “Give me something, Y/N. We can’t just end like this. I can’t accept this. I know it’s my fault, but I can’t let you go.”
“You have to! I just..I can’t Angel. You hurt me so fucking much. I can’t go back. I won’t let you do it again. I won’t.” You began shaking your head as the tears poured down your cheeks. He shattered your heart with his actions and selfishness. You would never put yourself in that position again. And yet, your traitorous heart still yearned for him.
Angel had tears in his eyes as he watched you break down. He took your face in his hands and wiped your tears. “Oh, querida. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He repeated apologies and sweet nothings over and over again as he held you close.
After crying for a moment, you raised your head and looked up at Angel. “Sorry just isn’t enough.”
He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to make it better. So he did the only thing he could do. The thing he’s been wanting to do for almost two months and he kissed you firmly on the lips.
You froze at first before gripping his kutte tightly as he pinned you to the door. The kiss was sloppy, passionate, and everything you missed about being with you. He kissed you like a man who knew exactly what you liked and he did. You both pushed all of your pent up feelings into that kiss.
He got your legs spread and wrapped around his waist as he pushed you even harder into the wall. You grinded against him as you two continued to explore each other’s mouths.
The pounding on the door broke you two out of the haze of emotionality and lust you’d lost your head in.
“Angel! Get out here! Now.” EZ called out through the door. There was an undercurrent to his voice that made you pause. What was going on?
Angel was content to continue kissing you, but you pushed him away and let your legs hit the floor again. You fixed your hair and wouldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Y/N…” Angel began, but you ignored him as you opened the now unlocked door.
When you stepped out Angel was right behind you and he bumped into your back as you froze, after seeing who was on the other side of the door.
EZ was the first face you saw and then you noticed Coco towards the back of the room. Behind EZ stood a strange young guy next to a familiar face you hadn’t seen in awhile.
Adelita
You hadn’t seen her since that fateful day. Your blood turned to ice as you looked at her now. Did she know Angel had a woman when they began their affair? Would it have made a difference had she known? You give her a once over, trying to figure out what made her so damn special. What was so good about her that he’d break his promises to you? What made her better than you?
It wasn’t until the other woman shifted in her stance that you noticed the hand she had placed over her stomach….over a slight bump that was only just becoming visible.
You stopped breathing.
Adelita was pregnant.
#angel reyes#nestor oceteva#black!reader#angel reyes x black!reader#nestor oceteva x black!reader#hhgbyebruh fics#Is she the reason
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Day 7: Free Day / AUs - Lies
To her left was Jade, and to her right was Crowley. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.
Awkward “family” dinner time~
jnjadaafiabasd I was not built to do timed prompts... Everything felt rushed or not fully proofread, but I tried my best with what little time I had! 🎉 This last week was a bit of a struggle, but I’m proud of myself for pulling through in the end!
A flurry of footsteps reverberated through the Crowley household. Raven hurtled down a stairwell and practically threw herself at the front door, flinging it open. Beyond the door, a masked man and his suitcases awaited.
“Uncle!! You’re back!!” she cried breathily—tired from the dash from the attic to the front porch.
“Hohoh.” Crowley lowered the golden key in his hand. “You’ve beaten me to the punch, it seems.”
“It helps when I’ve got a big window to spy from.” Raven grimaced as talons wove themselves into her hair and raked along her scalp. Her head was left a mess, hair sticking up at odd angles. “How was your trip?”
“There will be plenty of time for stories—you do so love those, don’t you? Just give me a moment to get settled back and have a bite first, little black bird.”
“Okay!” Raven chirped. She eagerly reached for a suitcase. “Here, I’ll he—”
“Please, allow me.”
Her fingers met only air, for the suitcase was snatched up before she could make contact. The other was claimed just as quickly, ending up in the hands of a slimy, smiling eel.
“... Jade Leech-kun.”
“Headmaster.” Jade lowered his head in mock deference. “It is a pleasure to have you back with us. I do hope your conference fared well.”
Crowley’s mouth tightened into a straight line. “You’ll not hear a single peep from me!”
“My, my. You’ve entrusted me with handling your home and your niece in your absence, but not with casual conversation? Truly, I am hurt.”
(Raven shot Jade a warning look, but it went ignored.)
“Leave my bags, and leave us be. Your services are no longer required,” the headmaster crowed. He dug into his pockets and produced a (wrinkled) checkbook and gold-plated fountain pen. “Name your price.”
“I believe that is a value that would be best negotiated with Azul—but worry not, I am not personally interested in your madol.”
... That’s obviously a sketchy thing to say, especially for Octavinelle. They always collect what they’re owed, Raven noted. What does he have up his sleeve now?
Jade’s shoulders suddenly sagged, and a sad smile made its way onto his face. “It is a shame, though... to be chased out before I was able to share my cooking with our esteemed headmaster. It brings a tear to my eye.”
Crowley’s ears perked up—while Raven’s stomach sank.
“Cooking, you say?”
“U-Uncle, don’t fall for it...! He’s baiting you!!” Raven hissed, tugging harshly on his cape.
“I had plans to prepare an extravagant feast, too,” Jade continued, “to welcome you home. A hearty wild game stew, garnished with garden herbs. Fresh baked bread, with a thick crust, perfect for mopping up excess stew. Braised duck in a bright citrus sauce, so succulent and tender that the meat falls off at the bone. Mint gelée on the side—”
“I’m listening...” Crowley’s beady eyes narrowed with vague suspicion. “And just how much would this hypothetical feast cost me?”
“Don’t listen to him, Uncle!!”
“Fufu. There is no need to concern yourself with such trivial matters. Consider it a gift from myself to you.”
“UNCLE!!” Raven screeched—but her frantic calls no longer reached him.
The headmaster was far gone, lured to the water’s edge by a siren’s song. Plastering a wide grin on his face, Crowley spread his arms.
“Jade Leech-kun, why don’t you join us for dinner?”
Raven slowly lowered her face into her hands.
To her left was Jade, and to her right was Crowley. Something was definitely wrong with this picture.
Raven glared into her platter of food, refusing to look at either of them. She poked at a slab of meat with her fork, watching the shine of fat dance. Did that glisten belong to a tasteless poison, or to a savory glaze?
Well, the other meals he prepared were safe. This should be fine too... right? Raven carefully inserted a corner into her mouth and tore off a chunk.
Crowley let out a delighted laugh from his seat. “Delicious! Simply delicious!! You’ve outdone yourself with this meal.”
“I am glad to hear that you enjoy it, headmaster.” Jade was handling his silverware a little too deftly for Raven’s liking, driving a knife into his steak with the skill and precision of a predator digging its teeth into vital arteries. And still, that polite smile remained.
She stared—and it did not go unnoticed.
While the headmaster continued to gush, Jade lifted his eyes to meet Raven’s. His smile turned decidedly less kind for a few moments, taunting her. How easily he had infiltrated the home and gotten her guardian wrapped around his finger. It was maddening.
“Miss Raven, you haven’t touched your food,” Jade pointed out.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I am merely advising that you look after your own health and wellbeing,” Jade insisted. “And to think you were so eager to consume my cooking when it was just the two of us...”
“Sh-Shut up...!! I... I can’t help that I’m not used to unwanted guests at the table!”
“Now, now, Raven-kun!” Crowley waved his fork at his niece. “Jade Leech-kun has provided a number of useful services during my absence. We should be more grateful to to have such a helpful young man with us!”
“Do I need to remind you that this same ‘helpful’ young man also ‘helped’ Azul enslave over 200 students?”
“That was then, this is now!”
... You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Yes, I do believe the headmaster is correct. Let us leave the past in the past.”
“As soon as you leave, I’ll gladly purge the events of last week from my mind.” Raven turned to Crowley. “Uncle! I’m no longer a child. The next time you need to leave, you needn’t call for a babysitter—I can take care of myself!”
“Hmm...” The headmaster glanced helplessly between his half-eaten dinner and his niece’s pleasing eyes. “We shall see what comes, given the circumstances.”
Raven sighed—still not fully satisfied with the answer, but unable to wean anything better out of him.
She jabbed her fork into a cherry tomato and chomped down hard on it. Her fangs pierced the red skin, sending some juice squirting onto her cheek. Raven wiped at it with a napkin, then continued to angrily munch on the tomato to vent her frustration.
The clinking of silverware filled the dining room. The air, stiff as stale bread. Crowley coughed—attempting to alleviate the tense atmosphere, but to little success.
“So,” the headmaster began, “did anything interesting happen while I was at the conference?”
“... We argued a lot,” Raven replied flatly. She tactfully left out several details, knowing that she would turn as red as the cherry tomato if she elaborated.
“I did learn quite a few interesting facts during my stay.”
Crowley glanced up from his plate, arching an eyebrow at the eel. “Such as...?”
“Oh, a great many things. For example, how a glittering object catches Miss Raven’s eye, the messiness of her quarters, her midnight musings, the odd manner in which she sleeps...”
Crowley (who had been peacefully inhaling his dinner up until that point) almost choked on a piece of bread. “E-EXCUSE ME?! I don’t recall granting you permission to enter the attic—”
“Wait, you didn’t?” Raven’s brows furrowed. “Then why...”
... Oh.
Another lie.
All along, it had been a lie.
Crowley’s panic, Raven’s confusion—neither seemed to faze Jade. He simply smiled, as collected as ever. Like he had planned this all along, she realized.
“I’m afraid that Miss Raven allowed me in of her own accord. Fufu. I am pleased that she has grown to trust my presence within her private quarters.”
“Is this true, Raven-kun?!”
“Er...” She shrunk back into her seat, wishing she could vanish into her feathered shawl. “I-It was an honest mistake... I didn’t mean to...”
“You know better than that, young lady!!” Crowley chided. “How many times must I warn you to keep shady characters out of your room?!”
“But Jade said--”
“Headmaster, you cannot blame her entirely,” the eel cut in smoothly. “Part of the fault lies with me, as well.”
He’s... confessing? That’s weird.
“I had to deliver her meal, since she refused to eat at the dining room table. Once I saw the state that the attic was in, I sought to return in the subsequent days to assist with cleaning it up. There were also times when I came to check in on Miss Raven, as she has a habit of staying up late into the night. They were all measures I took to ensure her health and comfort, at the cost of breaking a rule--and for that, I must apologize.”
“Oh?” Crowley rested his chin in a taloned hand. “Rule breaking aside, I must commend you for taking action. Putting others’ wellbeing above your own... Perhaps I initially misjudged your character, Jade Leech-kun!”
“I live to serve.”
“How very admirable of you! Yes, yes,” Crowley nodded enthusiastically, “I can rely on such a responsible youth to look after you in the future, Raven-kun!”
“H-Huh? No, no!! He’s definitely still every bit as shady as you thought he was!!” she protested, leaping to her feet and thrusting an accusing finger at Jade. “He’s just lying again...!! He always lies!!”
“Oya, Miss Raven... It’s not healthy for you to become so worked up.” Jade hid his mouth behind his hand--no doubt that his teeth would otherwise be on full display in a cruel grin. “Here, have some more mashed potatoes--I’ve infused them with garlic. This should help temper your blood pressure.”
“I don’t want your stupid mashed potatoes...!!”
Oblivious to the tension in the room, Crowley lifted his glass up and laughed. “Hohoh! It’s nice to see Raven-kun socializing with her peers.”
#twst#Dire Crowley#Jade Leech#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#disney twisted wonderland#twst oc week#Raven Crowley#my art
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Also, we talked a mill years ago about an Inuyasha AU? You wanted to make G wear the necklace etc. Which OBVIOUSLY is a fantastic idea and I really which you would, please 🤣😘💗
Okay, so this isn’t exactly the necklace bit, but it’s the most Inuyasha crossover thing I could think of at the moment! Also I’m sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for so long! <3 Oops!
Geralt turns into a human one night a month, during the new moon.
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TW: emotional Geralt whump, angst with a happy ending, pining
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“Stay in the room,” Geralt instructed, glaring Jaskier down from his place near the door. The bard nodded obediently and made a show of pulling his recently acquired book from his travel bag.
“I might go down and perform for a bit, but I promise not to bring anyone back and I promise not to start any fights.”
“I’d rather you didn’t leave the room at all,” Geralt grumbled, “But I suppose the coin wouldn’t hurt.”
“Where are you going, anyway?”
“Next town over. Nightwraith.”
“Why can’t I come with you?” the bard pouted. His lower lip stuck out slightly and his eyes crinkled so cutely that it always made the Witcher question his ‘human’ parentage; there was a siren’s power in the way he turned up his nose and fluttered his pretty lashes. “Surely I could sit incredibly high up in a very sturdy tree and watch my glorious companion in all his… glory?”
“Excellent word choice,” Geralt rolled his eyes. He hefted his swords over his shoulder and shot the bard another meaningful look. “I’ll see you in the morning. Stay. Safe.”
“Yes, Milord,” Jaskier sighed dramatically, flopping back against the pillows and opening his book. “Return to me in as few pieces as possible, dear heart.”
“Hmm.”
And with that, Geralt disappeared into the late afternoon light.
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There had been several distinctive changes to Geralt’s physical body after the second round of experimental Trials; his hair, of course, and his ghostly-pale skin were the most obvious. His greatest secret, however, and the strangest of all the Trials’ side effects, were the temporary changes he underwent on the nights of the new moon. His Witcher strength and senses abandoned him and his body returned to its pre-Trial state. He became, for all intents and purposes, a normal human man.
He hated it. He hated himself. There was no power behind his punches on his human nights and while he remained graceful and competent with his swords, he lost his speed and dexterity. It left him feeling helpless and alone, and an onslaught of emotions (which he was usually able to suppress or ignore) flooded his mind, pulling tears from his eyes and putting a ruddy redness on his cheeks and ears that he found ugly. No doubt Jaskier would find him just as hideous. And useless…
If he couldn’t protect the bard, the handsome young human who smiled at him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be friends with a Witcher, then what good was he? Keeping Jaskier safe, keeping him alive and smiling like that, was what motivated Geralt to slump his way back to their room even when he wanted nothing more than to drop to the ground and pass out from exhaustion. Making sure Jaskier was okay (and, alright, getting his wounds fawned over and his hair washed wasn’t too bad either) was what kept him alive.
I can’t believe I forgot to keep track, Geralt berated himself as he set up his small campfire just inside the mouth of a cave. I almost revealed my secret to Jaskier.
Geralt wasn’t sure which outcome he feared more: Jaskier seeing him in his less horrible state and rejecting him completely for keeping secrets/being a true monster, or Jaskier finding his human body attractive and being even more disgusted by his Witchery appearance. Geralt wouldn’t be able to stand either outcome, so he disappeared into the woods or back to the Path (if Jaskier was stuck in a town, teaching or performing) whenever the night of the new moon arrived.
He sighed and crossed his legs, resting his elbows on his bent knees and setting his chin on one upright palm. He glanced up at Roach and grumbled out an excuse: “I just don’t want to lose him.”
Roach whinnied quietly, reproachfully, and Geralt nodded.
“You’re absolutely right, I should tell Jaskier about all of this, but if I tell him now, after travelling together for so long, he’ll think I don’t trust him. And I do trust him! I trust him as much as I trust my brothers, maybe more considering their pranks… But I don’t want to scare him off, either. I’m such a fucking coward.”
As the last light of day slipped away beneath the horizon and darkness fell, Geralt felt his hair grow coarser and heavier atop his head. His eyesight dimmed and his knowledge of the landscape - every scent and sound - disappeared from his consciousness. The scars on his skin faded away into nothing as his pupils dilated into circles, the irises shifting from honey-gold to a deep, forest green.
From a nearby bush, Geralt heard a familiar voice mutter, “Holy shit.”
He leapt to his feet and backed against the cave wall, throwing his arm across his face to hide it. “Dammit, Jaskier, I told you to stay at the inn!”
The bard took a nervous step forward, away from his hiding place, and waved bashfully. “Sorry, dear heart. Are you really- is it really you in there, Geralt?”
“Yes?” the Witcher-turned-human raised an eyebrow, lowering his arm back down to his side with no small amount of shame. “Who else would it be?”
“Well,” the bard said, taking a measured step forward. “I wasn’t sure if this was, like, a reverse-werewolf type deal. I didn’t know if you’d have the same memories as before or- or if-”
“It’s still me,” Geralt blushed, actually blushed, and dipped his head down to avoid Jaskier��s curious gaze. “I’m sorry for not telling you before, but-”
“Don’t.”
Geralt glanced back up, even more confused, his emotions playing havoc with his pulse. “I- Don’t I owe you an apology?”
“No,” Jaskier said, settling down on the rocky ground across the fire and gesturing for Geralt to join him. The flames lit up his face, highlighting the roundness of his cheeks and the softness in his eyes. So youthful, yet so determined. “If you’re still Geralt in here” - he tapped the side of his head and grinned playfully - “then you’re still my best friend.”
“Hmm.”
“Oh yeah, my Witcher is definitely in there somewhere,” Jaskier laughed brightly. The sound wound down and he wiped a tear of glee from the corner of his eye. After a long, sobering pause he asked: “So is this what you looked like before… they did all that stuff to you?”
“Before the Trials? Yes. This is what I looked like fifty years or so ago, when I was young and mortal. My shoulders are wider, of course, but that’s just old age.”
Jaskier made his way slowly around the fire, inching closer to Geralt, who had finally taken a seat on his bedroll. When the bard was right next to him, close enough for Geralt to feel their combined body heat through his shirt, he took a lock of Geralt’s hair in his hand. “It’s… it’s not as soft, like this. But it has curls! And it’s almost red!”
“Hmm.”
Jaskier looked overjoyed at the change, and every one of Geralt’s fears flashed before his eyes. He was tempted to wrench away, to fling himself up into Roach’s saddle and ride hard until they both needed a rest.
But Jaskier had begun talking again, and Geralt did his best to pay attention. “It’s different, but not bad. I think you’re only slightly more handsome when you’re a Witcher, but your eyes are a lovely shade of green and I’d love to do up your hair someday… if you’d like that. If you’d let me.”
Geralt made a startled noise and turned his head sharply, his eyes boring into Jaskier’s very soul. “Do you mean it?”
“Of course!”
“You don’t- you aren’t mad? Or scared? You don’t think I’m more approachable like this? You wouldn’t prefer me to be like this - like a human - all the time?”
Jaskier shook his head, a sadness Geralt often noticed but didn’t understand falling over his face. “Oh Geralt, you silly, silly, wonderful man. I don’t lo-” - he paused, took a deep breath, and continued - “I love you, okay? As a Witcher. Like this. I have always loved you and I will always love you, regardless of what you look like, but I fell in love with the White Wolf. The man whose reputation needed mending and whose heart… whose heart is so incredibly large despite how often the world tries to harden it.”
“Jaskier,” Geralt gasped. He clutched at his chest, the ache he felt there intensifying a hundredfold under Jaskier’s steady gaze. “I love you, too. I never thought-”
“You often don’t,” the bard teased, closing the space between them with careful, intentional slowness. “Now, keep up the good work and stop thinking entirely. Just kiss me, Geralt. Please?”
“Would you like it if I kissed you?” the Witcher asked, incredulous. Jaskier lifted one delicate hand and slid a lock of Geralt’s curly hair back behind his ear. He pressed a soft kiss to Geralt’s cheek and smiled.
“Very much, darling.”
“Alright,” Geralt breathed, closing the space between them. It felt so much more intense like this, with his heart beating as quickly as Jaskier’s, threatening to burst from his chest because it was overflowing with happiness. His hand, smooth and unblemished in its current state, cupped the peach-soft skin of the bard’s cheek. He ran his thumb over the hinge of Jaskier’s jaw, feeling the bone and joint working as their mouths moved together. When they finally pulled apart they were both beaming broadly, “Was it okay?”
“You’re very soft like this,” Jaskier noted. “But I miss your eyes and your hair… when will my Geralt return?”
“I’m still yours, Jaskier. Even when I look like this,” Geralt frowned. Jaskier took one of the Witcher’s hands in both of his and held it flat over his heart.
“I know, my dear. And I’m always yours, of course. It’s just… odd. I’ll get used to it the more often I see it, I’m sure. How long does it usually last?”
“I’ll be back to normal when the sun rises.”
“Until then?”
“Come here,” Geralt held up the corner of his blanket. Jaskier shifted so that they were cuddled together, side-by-side. “Better?”
“Now that I’m with you? Of course.”
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Spider-Man: No Way Home leaked trailer transcription
Note: The trailer is in terrible, terrible quality, in both image and audio, is a phone recording a phone, recording a phone, some scenes seem strangely cut, and most of the action scenes are unfinished, whithout CGI and with the green screen. So, bare with me, is likely I´m wrong in various things, but is the very best I could do. Also, it obviously was spoilers from the trailer.
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*Peter and Mj laying down on a roof. MJ is reading a newspaper to Peter*
MJ: Oh, this is a good one. “Some suggest that Parker´s powers include the male's spiders ability to hypnotize females”
Peter: Stop, come on…
MJ (making a voice): Yes, my spider-lord
Peter: Can we just like stay here all day, it is so crazy down there
*Footage of what looks like the post-credit scene from Spider-Man: Far from Home or a new scene taking place right after, where we see Peter holding MJ while they swing through the city using Spider-Man´s webs*
J Jonah Jameson: … that Spider-Man is in fact Peter Parker
*Scene of Peter in some sort of interrogation room, police station, or office of some kind, being questioned by a man*
Peter: Lisen to me, I did not kill Mysterio, the drones did
Man interrogating him: The drones that are yours?
(This part is very difficult to understand, I did my best, but is likely that MJ´s dialogue is wrong in this part)
MJ: … a part of you that isn't totally into battle lose?
Peter: What do you mean?
*Footage of Peter MJ and possibly Ned, walking into a place (maybe school) surrounded by people staring (and perhaps shouting to them, is unclear) and what seems to be MJ taking Peter´s hand out of fear*
MJ: Now that everybody knows, you don't really have to hide or lie to people
Peter: For the record, I never wanted to lie to you. How do you tell someone that you are Spider-Man?
*Scene of Peter in his room, I believe in a video call with MJ, and that's where the previous dialogue comes from. Next, very bad image, but it seems to be Spider-Man with someone in a black suit, on top of a building*
Peter: Now everybody knows…
*Peter walking in what now looks more clearly to be the school hallway and people staring, he seems to be alone this time*
Peter: And this isn't about me, this is hurting a lot of people
*Separated scenes of Ned and Aunt May inside of what looks like an interrogation room. Next, we see Peter alone in what is allegedly a classroom, he looks at the ceiling, where there are what seems to be Halloween decorations*
Peter: I´ve just been thinking about how to fix all of this…
*Marvel Logo on the screen. Next, we have images of the Sanctum Santorum and Peter entering it. The inside of the Sanctum is apparently covered in snow. Doctor Strange appears on screen, he is wearing his cape and what looks like winter clothing *
Doctor Strange: So Peter, what do I owe the pleasure?
Peter: I'm sorry to bother you, sir…
Doctor Strange: Please, we saved half the universe together, I think it would be odd if you call me sir
Peter: Ok, Steven…
*Awkward silence*
Doctor Strange: That feels weird but I´ll allow it
*Very bad image again, but it looks like Peter running from something or someone, in what could be his school´s cafeteria*
Peter: … Mysterio revealed my identity, an entire flight of guys suited up (terrible audio again, I did my best but is likely this dialogue is also wrong)
*Images of Peter in the Spider-Man suit, again being surrounded by people shouting, this time they look angrier, in one part it looks like he is with MJ*
Peter (to Doctor Strange): I don't know, maybe you could make sure that he never did?
*Doctor Strange sitting, apparently doing some magic, and Wong shows up*
Wong: Strange, don't cast that spell, it's too dangerous
Doctor Strange: Fine, I won't…
*Wong leaves and Doctor Strange looks at Peter, or smiles, or winks at him, is unclear. Next, we see him taking Peter to a darker place, maybe at the basement of the sanctum, and to start casting a spell*
Doctor Strange: Our world is about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-Man…
Peter: Wait, everyone?
*Doctor Strange continues to do the spell, he seems to be drawing several rings in the air around them with magic*
Peter: Can some people still know?
Doctor Strange: That´s not how the spell works…
Peter: What if I start to forget everything I've ever went through?
Doctor Strange: Stop staggering with the spell…
Peter: Oh my god, Ned. He is my best friend… No, my Aunt May should really know…
Doctor Strange: Stop talking!
*Doctor Strange starts to scream, looks like he can't hold the spell, and the rings of magic around them get out of control and seem to transport them somewhere. The scene reminds the Doctor Strange's movie, when The Ancient One shows Strange the infinite dimensions, with colors flashing. The magic suddenly stops, as if they had been transported somewhere or the magic just stopped*
Peter: What just happened?
*Some purple letters appear on screen, is very hard to see what they say, even less in what language it is*
Doctor Strange: We tempt only on this space-time, multiverse is a concept of which we know everything we will… (This is a difficult one too, the first part of the dialogue is confusing, and the part after concept seems to be cut, like part of the footage between “concept” and “of which” is missing)
*We see Peter jumping from a building, in a scene, it looks like he is on the mirror dimension of Doctor Strange, or it could be just the camera angle. Peter starts falling from the sky and goes through a cloud, landing in a place where there is yellow and orange smoke or clouds or some sort of explosion. It is also possible that when he goes through the cloud he actually crosses a portal because we hear a little blop when he does goes through it*
*Next we see someone, very likely Doctor Strange, trapping Spider-Man with some kind of metal bars*
Doctor Strange: The problem is you, turning into two different lives…
*A scene of Doctor Strange hitting Peter in the chest and sending him to an astral projection like we have seen The Ancient One do to Strange and Hulk in previous movies. Next, we see a scene of Spider-Man in the Iron-Spider suit, in front of a bay*
Doctor Strange: The longer you do it the more dangerous it becomes…
*Footage of what looks like a window maybe (?, the room illuminated by an orange light. Next, we see a man in the front seat of a car, behind him we can see the same orange light. A scene of what looks like a flash of lightning striking somewhere. Next, what I think is a bridge with cars, or just a driveway, and what looks like a portal opening from above the cars. The same location is shown from other angles, and we see an explosion happens on the place*
Someone: Be careful what you wish for, Parker… (some people think it sounds like Doctor Strange, and some say it sounds like Willem Dafoe/Green Goblin. I really can't tell, it could be Doctor Strange, but it does sound raspier than his usual voice)
*Scene of Peter next to a car, with his suit on, looking at something, MJ seems to be inside the car. A metal tentacle comes out of what I think is water. Finally, Doctor Octopus, played by Alfred Molina, appears on screen*
Doctor Octopus: Hello, Peter…
*We close with a take of Peter, in the Spider-Man suit, reacting while he is on top of a car. Spider-Man: No Way Home logo appears, and the video cuts*
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stay tonight — bang chan.
↪ why, you must be in love, then. oh trust me, i know.
— new years’ with Chan is spent confessing known feelings to each other and getting back at him for what he did to you on your first date.
pairing: chan x (gn) reader [while this was written with a fem reader in mind, i do think this can be read with a gender neutral perspective]
genre: fluff.
⇥ warnings: nothing at all! a little bit of kissing here and there, but this is completely sfw.
word count: 2.6 K
type: drabble.
⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not represent the activities of the real Bang Chan, nor is associated with JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡
song: this was inspired by Stay Tonight by Chungha! Highly recommend listening to it when reading this fic <3
↯ note: This is actually shit™ because I was very writers blocky with this fic and had to rewrite it many times to develop a decent plot </3 still, hope you have a lovely Christmas! 🥰 Happy reading <3 this isn’t very well edited so please excuse any errors <//3 ⇥ dawn.☀️
“You know you’re not supposed to be sitting there, right?”
You straighten up and turn around at the familiar sound that rings through your ears, content when it’s exactly who you wish to see standing there. The smile exchanged between the both of you is simple, sweet and relaxing as you get off where you’re seated on the compound of the building. Walking towards him, your hands go around his waist and he chuckles in response. “Hey.”
“Hey.” You revert back. “I was just about to call you.”
Chan quirks a brow at you, silently grabbing your hand and leading you to the two random chairs placed at a convenient angle — one where you can both bask in each other’s presence and do some stargazing at the same time.
“Why? Did you miss me that much?” His tone is very cocky at the moment, and it makes you want to kiss that stupid grin off his lips. Sadly, he knows you well enough to know that such comments only fluster you when spoken — and that’s exactly what happens — you feel yourself go warm from the inside, a dizzy expression taking over your face as you sit next to him.
Love. The first time you’d encountered the term was in first grade — yet you’re almost certain it’s nothing like what you feel when he’s around you. This kind of love is different — it’s special. It’s the kind of love that causes a fiery sensation to bubble through you when you spare as much as a glance at him, yet it’s also the kind that keeps you calm and running like the waves washing against the shore of a golden beach.
You can’t put words to explain what love means after you met Bang Chan. It’s more than just a feeling or sensation — it’s like the warmth that flows through your insides when you sip on hot chocolate during cold winters, it’s when your whole life turns into shy smiles, delicate giggles and nervous glances exchanged towards each other. That could perhaps, only outline what you felt around him.
A small tug on your lips and flutter of your eyelashes is all it takes before Chan places his warm hand over your own, lacing fingers together as his thumb runs over the soft skin of your hand. There’s no need for words right now — just soft gazes lingering on each other and the chill air that clouds itself around you, making you yearn for the warmth that you know only Chan can provide.
You take a brief moment to let your eyes quickly run over Chan’s features — his black hair falling over his temples, his eyes peering into your own, his lips slightly parted open. He hasn’t taken the face chain off, yet. He looks like he’s taking you in too, and you want this moment to freeze right here. Because the way Chan’s looking at you right now almost sweeps you off your feet.
But of course, there’s your goofy side coming out when the feeling gets to the point where all you wanna do is just lean in and close the gap between the both of you.
“Close your mouth, mister.” You give him the most obscene-looking pout ever. “I know I’m too pretty to resist.” That (very cringy statement), paired with a wink thrown with each eye causes Chan to break eye contact from you and start laughing, hysterically.
“Y/N.” You can’t even see his eyes because of the tiny™ crescents that have taken their place. “What, in the name of lord, was that?” Chan clutches his stomach, his loud giggles very prominent in the quiet surroundings around you.
“Oh, come on, it’s the end of year. There should be harmony—” The last word is in a singsong voice, spreading your arms out to enhance the dramatic tone. “— everywhere possible. You just can’t appreciate my comedy.”
Chan only coos at you, leaning in to kiss your cheek ever-so-lightly before giving you the most beaming smile you’ve ever seen. He pinches where your cheeks feel hot. “Yes my little comedic genius, you’re adorable.”
“You love it.”
You pout at him, and Chan immediately leans in, cupping your cheeks and squishing them together before kissing the pout right off your face. He pecks lightly once, twice, thrice before pulling away, eyes glittering under the stars — you could see a whole universe in his orbs, and they seemed to be dragging you in.
You’d met — no, you’d properly seen Bang Chan for the first time when you passed by him in the MNET Countdown for their Miroh comeback. You’re forgetful enough to not remember what song you were promoting at that time, but you do remember bowing down at all the members of Stray Kids multiple times as you exited the stage. It was also the time you felt that tug on your heart’s strings, all because Chan’s lips pulled into a smile when his eyes fixated on yours.
You’re again, forgetful enough to not remember anything about your surroundings, but you do remember staring off into his brown eyes, even if it were for a mere second — yet it felt like you were swept off your feet. You do also remember when Chan reached out for your shoulder, and you froze. You weren’t capable of words as Chan brushed off a piece of tinsel off your top; throwing you a beaming smile.
“T-thank y-you,” You remember saying, stuttering, rather. You could feel his radiance clouding your brain as you scrambled along your route, trying to calm yourself down of that unfelt rush of emotion you’d just felt. The loud applause and the bustling crowd, the members singing their parts of the song, the other groups making their exit — you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything except that smile. Those eyes that crinkled into the finest of crescents, that flash of his dimples that softened your heart and then that final brush of his fingers against your shoulder, enough to take your breath away.
Call you lovestruck, but Bang Chan had you in his grasp the moment he laid his eyes on you.
The second time you met Bang Chan was again, at a show, but this time. You were an MC instead of a performer. You don’t need to dwell on the lot of details again, but you can still feel that shock wave that ripped through your fingers when Chan borrowed the mic from you. Your fingers only barely touched, yet you could feel all the blood rush to your face in that very moment, biting your lip slightly as you allowed him to do the talking.
You did pray and hope that he, or anybody else for that matter, didn’t notice how red you were, because hell that was embarrassing.
“You look at him like he’s an anime character come to life.” Ah, typical friends. Using your love for anime boys to tease the way you kept blushing every time Chan even so happened to walk past you.
Of course, by the third week of this happening, you were almost certain you’d fallen head over heels for the man — that man who you’d never talked to before, if you didn’t count the awkward hellos and bows you’d shared. You didn’t understand why or when or how he managed to catch your attention so much — all you knew was that you were hurled headfirst into the vortex of love, and you were only plunging deeper and deeper in, with no way out.
But did you want a way out?
“I can feel you staring.”
Oh shit. You awkwardly straighten yourself before shifting your gaze two degrees to the side. Chan’s dorm (he’d made sure all the boys were out) was a less-than-ideal-location for a first date, but being an idol has its own repercussions, you like to believe.
“Y/N!” He exclaims, giggling at you as he shakes your arm, like he’s trying to pull you out of a trance or something. It only makes you very obviously shy of the fact that he’s caught you red-handed.
“I have something for you…” He drags, his eyes looking curiously into yours, scanning for a response. Your own widen and a smile takes over your lips — you don’t care about the gift in all honesty, just the fact that he thought of getting you something for something like a first date warmed you up.
“What could that be, hm?”
“Wait here.”
He runs into his (shared) room and you hear sounds of him rummaging through something, and he returns with a small object in his hand. You try to get a glance at it but his hand is covering it up majorly, and he cheekily smiles as he sits in front of you.
“Close your eyes.” He says in that adorable, pouty voice that can have you do almost anything for him. Sure, this is your first date, but it took you two weeks after the confession to clear up your schedules and set a timing and place for you to meet up.
“Channn, just show it already!” You counter, groaning at his secretiveness.
“Nope, you’ll have to close your eyes.”
If he wasn’t so freaking adorable, you’d have snatched that thing from his hand, owing to the amount of curiosity you had.
“Ugh, okay fine.” You squeeze your eyes shut, sighing when you feel Chan’s soft hand engulf your own before placing something cold and… is that plastic?
You open your eyes to look at the small, rectangular object in your hand.
“A cassette tape?” You raise an eyebrow — not mockingly, but rather in a questioning way. As far as you remember, cassettes weren’t something used regularly to play music.
“Mhm, we had a lot of time before our first date, you know? So I thought I’d try to make it special.”
“Awh, how are we gonna play this?”
“Behind you.”
You frown, turning behind you to look at the massive, ancient cassette-player sitting on a table.
“How did I just notice that now?” Chan shrugs.
“Let’s l-listen to it then.” A small smile graces your lips.
And of course, you were crying by the end of the tape.
You do remember the contents of the tape. It had four songs — all of which were supposedly written for you — you didn’t bother to ask, but the mere thought of him going through all that to record and immortalize them into a tape had you touched.
The thought invokes a heavy feeling of nostalgia — suddenly you wanna go back in time, one year ago on your first date, just to relive the experience. Looking at Chan has always made you want to give everything you could to the man — yes, he was handsome, he was pretty, but moreover you could never, ever get over how much of a kind hearted and empathetic man he was. He’d pulled you out of your most vulnerable state and shown you how the true world was really like — filled with love, joy and exhilaration.
“Hey.” You hear the whisper and shake yourself out of your thoughts. “It’s thirty seconds to midnight. They’re gonna release the fireworks.”
A nod, and the both of you rush to move to the edge of the compound and gaze at the night sky.
“Don’t you think they’ll be looking for us below?”
“Nah, I told Hyunjin and Jisung where I’m going, they’ll take care of it.” Like usual, he intertwines your fingers together once again, looking up at the sky and then at his watch. You only giggle at his words, nodding before leaning to rest your head against his shoulder.
“Twenty seconds.”
This was it. In twenty seconds, the year would come to an end — while all the memories you’d made with Chan, and everyone for that matter, would remain, a small part of you would miss this year and all it’s days. Yet, you could be either excited for the year that was to come, or be sad that an amazing one was going to end — and you were leaning towards the former.
“You know,” You feel a sudden burst of emotion cutting through you — almost like you’re starting to tear up.
“Yeah?”
“I’m-I’m really glad I met you.”
The bustling of the city grows louder, and you can hear the collective chats echoing throughout the space.
Chan isn’t amused, but you can tell he’s taken aback by the sudden vocalization of your thoughts, especially when you tend to keep yourself on the more silent side.
“O-Oh…”
You smile, still holding his hand when you turn to face him and he does the same, eyes filled with curiosity, a hint of confusion, but he nonetheless let’s you speak.
“I don’t know, every time I look at you, I just think about — how grateful I am to have you standing next to me like this. And I might sound a little cheesy or dramatic here, but I’m really, so happy when I’m with you — you really make me smile without doing anything, you make me feel safe and it’s just… you’re so special to me.”
Perhaps it’s just the sudden surge of emotion you feel when you look into Chan’s eyes, but you can’t seem to stop yourself from saying anything. The words just spill out and string themselves into a confession that leaves Chan breathless.
A soft sniffle leaves your lips and Chan’s eyes gloss over too, he silently brushes his thumb under your eyes to collect the tears that fall out.
The loud sound of ringing resounds throughout, signifying that there’s only ten seconds left. The chants pour in, one by one. Ten, nine, eight, seven…
Chan really doesn’t know why he’s gotten emotional over a small confession, but to him it feels like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Not that he had any doubt in the first place, but the reassurance you give him is more satisfactory than anything he’s ever felt. While Chan knows you’re happy being with him (and vice versa), moments like these are what make your relationship lively and exciting, joyous.
Six, five, four.
“Why, you must be in love, then, Y/N.” He feels himself say. You look up to him and your eyes meet and it feels like a world’s united together. You love him, he loves you, and tonight, that is all that matters.
Three, two…
“Oh trust me.” You say, and at that moment, you hear nothing, except for the thudding of your quickened heartbeat and Chan’s voice catching in his throat. “I know.”
One.
You barely notice the luminescent firecrackers that start bursting behind and all around you high up in the sky when Chan’s gentle grip on your cheeks tightens and he pulls you in, chest crushing against yours as his lips engulf your own in one of the warmest, softest kisses you think you’ve ever received.
Because in the end, this is where you like being the most — in his arms, feeling his presence beside you building your confidence. You think it’s destiny, it’s fate how the both of you seem to click so much and fit with each other so well — indeed, you’re in love with Bang Chan. Because with the start of the new year, you can feel yourself forgetting about everything negative, everything except the light of your life, him. Your thoughts are fuzzy but still coherent, and you want to drown yourself in everything Chan, Chan, Chan.
When you pull away and rest foreheads against each other, finally, it all seems peaceful. There’s the distant chattering from below, but you and Chan are trapped in your own world to notice that.
“Happy New Year…” It’s a tiny whisper, yet you catch it quite easily.
“Happy New year,” you say, smiling at him lovingly before pecking his lips, leaning into his chest and humming when his hands wrap around your shoulders, engulfing you in warmth. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
You smile to yourself. In your head, you know what you’re gonna do is half to revive past memories and half because you want to get back at Chan for almost making you cry on that first date with his dimpled smile and his thoughtful gift.
“I have something for you.” You playfully word, feeling that wave of nostalgia hit you when Chan raises an eyebrow.
“I thought we didn’t get each other gifts for new years.”
“Yeah, but this is special. Close your eyes.” Chan does as you say, though reluctantly, holding himself back from tangling his fingers with yours again. You snicker at how he bites his lips and stiffens his fingers, leaning to press a soft kiss into his palm before placing the gift.
Chan frowns and opens his eyes to peer into your own, fiddling with the cassette tape in his hand.
“A cassette tape?” he probably doesn’t remember in explicit detail, but you try not to laugh at how he mimics the exact same way you acted on the first date.
“Yeah, it’s something I made for you.”
“Oh,” He looks at you sweetly, making your heart swell as you nod in agreement. “I’ll listen to it when I get home, we have the cassette player there.”
You shake your head. “Mhm, nope! Lucky for you, I contacted the right people so you could listen to it.”
Chan raises both his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling to himself as he turns in the direction you point.
“Behind you.”
And just like the old times, that cassette player was still there. It had taken you a whole two trips to McDonald’s to convince Minho to help you sneak it in, but if it all worked out, everything was set.
“How did I just notice that now?” Chan seems amused at the level you’ve gone to present your gift, and a tiny bit mellow at your actions.
And this time, you were the one who had him tearing up by the end of the night.
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for the longest time my brain just did not want to write. but then two scenes came to mind and bam, chapter!
and as always
@petrichormeraki
Wilbur showed up like he was arriving at a party. In a sense he was since Dream was taken down and he was going to see Tommy again. Dream may have revived him, but even that wasn’t going to convince Wil to help the tyrant. When he reached Philza and Techno, he was surprised to see no sign of Tommy. “So, where is he?”
“Tommy? He’s showing off his base to Tubbo.” Grian spoke up, making Wilbur notice him. His parrot wings were folded tightly so they couldn’t be seen, which was perfect for him. "Hey, you got something in your hair.”
Wilbur patted his head. “What, my hat?”
Grian shook his head and put a blue feather there. “It’s right there.”
“I can feel you put something there.” Wilbur pulled the feather out. “Don’t need you-” He stopped talking once he actually looked at the feather.
“Hey look, I’ve got one too.” Techno said pointing at the yellow feather placed behind his ear.
“No.” Wilbur sounded dumbfounded and looked back at Grian, who now had a red feather stuck in his own hair.
“Alright, let’s go see Tommy.” Grian spoke nonchalantly before Wilbur grabbed him.
“Oh no you don’t! You don’t just get to drop that bombshell on us and walk away!”
Grian laughed. “What, missed me?”
“Yes! Where the fuck were you?”
“Oh, here and there. How are you doing being alive again.”
“Less violent than I was before dying I suppose.”
“Good! But I’m still not letting you near Tommy.” When Wilbur tried to say something, Grian stopped him. “Nope, you can’t argue. I’m oldest now.”
“What the fuck to you mean, I’m a minute older than you bird boy.”
“Not anymore, I’m now in my thirties.”
“Wh- How?!”
Philza put a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder. “We can talk more when we meet back up with Tommy.”
“Yeah, we can visit his base hermit cribs style. I’ll grab my backup elytra and some rockets!” Grian ducked into a shop to use their ender chest. “Oh yeah, are you guys okay with rockets? Because Tommy told me Tubbo doesn’t like them. They won’t explode or anything, they’re just to help you with flying. Obviously dad and I won’t need them, but uh, you guys don’t have wings.”
“I’ll take them.” Wilbur said. Techno was less eager, but did also accept the elytra.
As Grian was about to take off with his family, Scar cleared his throat to get their attention. “Now Grian, while I am glad that you have found the family you lost, I am still very serious about that paperwork. I have different forms for if they’re planning to stay permanently or if they’re just going to visit often. I can send the paperwork to your mansion if you want though if you just want to come to town hall right now, we can do it there.”
“Scar, right now I want to talk with my family and figure out what we’re doing. We can’t really sign paperwork if we don’t know which paperwork to sign, right?”
Scar nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll send it to the mansion then. Also about the other people visiting.”
Grian flapped his wings to quickly get into the air. “Sorry Scar too far away can’t hear you byeeeee!”
On the ground, Phil sighed, though he was smiling. “I guess this means we better start flying. Let’s get up higher for an easier take off.”
Though it took an attempt or two, the avian lineage seemed to help Techno and Wilbur get the hang of using elytra extremely fast. Though in the air, Grian hadn’t flown too far and the others easily caught up with him. He guided them to the south west towards where Tommy’s base was.
As it came into view, Grian couldn’t help but laugh as he heard a gasp from behind. They landed in front of the arch acting as a doorway on the ground floor to find Tommy leaning against it. “Took long enough dickheads.”
Grian was about to jokingly scold Tommy when Wilbur went to hug and or lovingly bully his younger brother. Tommy waved his arms in an attempt to get Wil to stop, but he kept running towards Tommy. Just before he could reach the blond, he was tackled to the ground from the side by Grian.
“Grian! I was joking! It was going to be fine!” Tommy complained, helping to pull the avian off Wilbur. “You don’t have to keep mothering me! Stress does that plenty!”
“It’s not my fault I wore the chicken mask that long.”
“That is entirely your fault! And wearing a mask that long doesn’t change anything.”
Tommy and Grian continued to playfully argue until Philza caught their attention. “Oh right, forgot we had meetings to get to. Hey Tommy, which floor do you think is best for talking about all this.”
Tommy put a hand on his chin. “Hmmm, how about the sixth floor? I mean, that one is based on the smp.”
“Sounds great!” Grian said before flying up there, leaving the others behind.
“Hey! No fair!” Tommy shouted up. “Some of us have to use rockets to fly! Ugh fine we’re taking the bubble stream.”
Entering the tower, the first floor was just completely made of cobble. It was his favorite block and all, so if he was going to mainly use the first floor, that was the design he wanted. There were also a number of chests placed around to the point that it had become a bit of a chest monster. Wilbur couldn’t help but be curious and opened one chest, eyes widening at the contents. “This is filled with diamond tools and armor! You’re just leaving it here?”
Tommy looked over to what Wil was referring to. “What? Oh, that’s from endbusting. It’s all cursed gear. You should have seen the time I caught Joe afk and gave him a set of binding diamond armor. I’m not sure how he didn’t notice right away, but the moment I mentioned I liked his armor, he jumped in the nearest lava pool.”
“Really? Other than the curses, this seems like it’s pretty good?”
“Not really. No one is really stealing from each other so everyone’s got great gear. Besides, part of the prank was giving Joe diamond gear. He apparently said he wasn’t going to use diamonds this world and burns them when he gets them.”
“He just burns diamonds?!”
“Yeah.” Tommy shrugged, then walked over to one of many bubble columns. “Here, this one goes to the sixth floor. You guys go first. I want to make sure you go in it and not the others. I’ll show off my shit hermitcribs style later.”
When they got off the bubble elevator, it was something that was recognized immediately. The floor was made of grass and one wall was missing and looking right at the now setting sun. In the middle of the room was a simple bench and a jukebox.
“Your bench.” Wilbur spoke up, making Tommy nod.
“Yeah. There’s also one in the shopping district. That’s for more public stuff. I’ll just be hanging on the bench and other hermits can show up to talk about shit. This one’s for more private stuff like this.”
“Or for letting me cuddle with you.” Grian poked his head up from the other side of the bench.
Tommy’s face turned a shade of red. “We do not cuddle!”
“Then what do you call what we do when you’ve had a long day and need me to come over so you can use my wings as a blanket.”
“Hanging out. Cuddling makes it sound weird.” Tommy crossed his arms.
Grian just tackled Tommy and wrapped him in his wings. “You’re not allowed out until you admit it!”
“Never bird bitch!”
He rubbed the feathers against Tommy’s face. “Say iiit!” Tommy just plucked a feather out making Grian pull back. “Ow! You didn’t have to do that!”
“I thought you wanted us to talk as a family or some shit.”
Grian rolled his eyes, but did nod. “Yeah, you’re right.” And then he sat down on the ground across from the bench. The others found their own places to sit and just sat there in silence for a few moments before Wilbur started the conversation.
“So, you changed your name then huh? Everyone’s calling you Grian.”
Grian nodded. “Yeah, I started using it back when I was in the orphanage and legally changed it when I was eighteen. Though it took a while with the criminal record.”
“I’m sorry, your what?” Philza asked sternly, but Grian just shrugged.
“Yeah I sort of murdered some people. I probably could have found a way around it, but at the time, it was the best answer I had. And I didn’t really have a good support system. I mean, I had friends, but how are you supposed to tell them you have voices in your head telling you what to do when they’re already not the best people themselves.”
Philza rubbed his forehead. “How bad?”
“Well…”
“No, nevermind. I don’t want to know.”
“So, you’re a Watcher?” Techno spoke up in a monotone voice.
Grian used enough of his power to make a third eye appear for a second before making it disappear again. “Yeah, whatever took me from you guys happened again and dropped me off in a world that was like, so many years in the past. I actually got dropped there with a lot of people and the Watchers sort of played around with us. Nothing as bad as what Dream seemed to be doing, just puzzles and cryptic clues and portals everywhere to push us forward in time when they saw fit. Eventually they convinced me to join them.”
“Just like that?” Techno raised an eyebrow.
“Nah, I was a real pain in their side for loads of time before they finally asked me to join. I’m pretty sure it was because it was because that was the one way to get me to stop messing around.” Grian laughed at his own joke before looking sadly at the floor. “First thing I did was start looking for you guys. I assumed you would still be in the castle or somewhere nearby, but the place was abandoned. And it’s harder to find someone when you don’t know what world they’re in.”
Philza started to reach for Grian, but the younger avian’s wings started to puff up in agitation. “You know, I don’t know if I should be happy that I found you or upset. I could have never figured out where you guys were unless I got lucky peering into worlds. Only reason I found out was because Tommy came here. And he only came here because he ended up in a dangerous world with no family helping him. And you nearly took him back there.”
Tommy put a hand on one of Grian’s wings, making him puff up even more. “Hey, calm down Big G. You made sure they couldn’t do that. And if they do try, just knock some sense into them.”
Grian calmed down, though there was still tension in the room and no one spoke. The first thing that broke the silence was a yell from above them. “Tommy! How do you get down? I don’t have a water bucket on me!”
Tommy jumped up from where he was sitting. “Oh shit! I’ll be right there Tubbo!” And Tommy jumped out the window. Grian waited a moment before asking the others to look behind them, which they did just in time for all of them to see Tommy making a face at them all as he went up the bubble stream. A few moments later, Tubbo was going down a different bubble elevator and then Tommy glided in through the window. “Sorry, I keep the down one closed off so the bees don’t wander their way into it on a suicide mission. Tubbo couldn’t find it and obviously he’s not flying around.”
“Can you actually ask him to come up here? I want to say something that involves him.”
“Got it.” Tommy leaned out the window. “Hey Tubbo! Come back up here! Use the one with green glass!”
A moment later, Tubbo exited onto the floor. Tommy pushed Wilbur off the bench to make room for Tubbo to sit. “Hey! How are you so strong!”
Tommy gestured at the room around them. “I mean, I got help from some of the hermits for the interior, but the exterior was all me. I mined tons of shit looking for diamonds and I used it for here. I mean, I also got some help with the flag on top, but otherwise, all seventeen floors were built by me.”
“Seventeen floors?!”
“I know, they’re all as tall as this one so it’s small as fuck. Only big one is the top since I didn't waste an extra ceiling with the roof there.”
“You should do what Tango did last season and add a dragon or two.”
“Nah, might just start making a castle to pair up with it.”
“Tommy! What the fuck!” Tubbo said suddenly. “How did you get so good?!”
“It’s just sort of how we do stuff here on Hermitcraft.” Grian answered. “You were at Iskall’s tree right? That’s his base. He got us to help collect the leaves, but he’s been placing it all.” Tubbo just looked like his head was about to explode. “Anyway, I wanted Tommy to call you here because I didn’t get the chance to tell you. You’re the admin of the smp now.”
“I’m what?!”
“I figured after all I’ve heard about you from Tommy, you would be safe to turn into the admin. Obviously it can be moved to someone else, but you were the first choice.”
“I can’t be the admin! What if I end up like Dream?! I already wasn’t the best at being president! What if I screw up and they put me in pandora’s vault too!”
Tommy hugged Tubbo. “You were a great president, you just had to deal with bad people. And they’re not going to put you in some stupid fucking vault for a mistake.”
“And if they do, we call in Mumbo. Speaking of him, I should call him over.” Grian pulled out his communicator and hit the call button for Mumbo, putting it on speaker for the fun of it. When the redstoner answered, Grian spoke in a dramatic and joking tone into the microphone. “Mumbo. Babe. Light of my life. Father of our children.-”
Though Grian sounded like he was going to continue, a tired sounding Mumbo came through to stop him. “What do you need Grian?”
“We’re at Tommy’s base. Can you come over and meet everyone?”
“I was already planning on finding you. I’m of course on Grian watching duty after that stunt you pulled. I would have already shown up but the redstone blocks finally needed replacing.”
“Remember to bring scaffolding. You know water and redstone don’t mix.”
“I’m well aware. Bye Grian.” And Mumbo hung up.
Grian and Tommy explained more of everything on Hermitcraft and answered more questions while they all waited for Mumbo. Finally there was the distinct noise of scaffolding being placed and they saw a tower appear in front of the window and then keep going up. From below, they could hear Mumbo talking to someone else he had brought along. “You don’t need that much. Grian said they’re only on the sixth floor.”
“But I want to see Tubbee! Tubbee Tubbee Tubbee!”
“You can see Tubbee later. C’mon, let’s see Grian first.”
After the talking stopped, up the scaffolding came what looked to be a small child. Behind them was someone a bit taller, but obviously still young, and last was a man in a black suit and a mustache.
“Dad!” The smallest one ran over and jumped at Grian. Wilbur looked between Grian and the kid.
“Wait, so that wasn’t a joke. You actually have kids?”
“Well you have Fundy. I have these two. Meet Grumbot and Jrumbot.”
Wilbur opened his mouth again with a sly smirk. “Is he any good?” and then added in a wink.
When he realized what was being implied, Mumbo’s face turned a bright red and he tried talking but it was all flustered stuttering. Grian has a similar though not as pronounced reaction to the question. Jrumbot looked between his dads confused while Grumbot looked at Wilbur. “My brother and I were merely built and are powered by redstone. We have no organic parts. Our dads are not together and thus have not had se-”
“GRUMBOT!”
#hermit!tommy au#hermit!tommy#tommyinnit#grian#grian xelqua#wilbur soot#philza#technoblade#tubbo#tubbee#mumbo jumbo#grumbot#jrumbot
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With Great Power
FINAL CHAPTER!! 🥳'With great power comes saving the world'
Summary: Endgame, but with a lil' Peter-weilding-mjollnir twist :)
Read on Ao3 HERE
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Peter is back.
Peter is alive.
Tony looks at him in detached amazement. Because it’s really him, enthusiastic and animated as the day he had lost him.
“Do you remember when we were in space...”
His kid. Peter. Everything is a blur.
“...and then he started doing that yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time-”
Unable to prevent it another second, he pulls Peter into a hug, pressing his cheek into the kid’s hair. Peter stills under his touch, his light breaths filling Tony’s ears. It feels like a miracle.
“What are you doing?”
His throat is too tight to respond.
“Oh. This is nice.” Peter returns the hug, completing the orbit. And just like that it’s all worth it. Every damn sacrifice.
Everything clicks into place.
“God kiddo. I sure missed you,” he croaks. Peter curls his fingers into Tony’s back.
The battle rages on around them. Destruction, fear. It’s not over. They’re a spark in a dark room, a single seed of victory.
“I missed you too.”
They separate and a physical pain rips through Tony’s chest. The world around him is blurry and he works quickly to blink the moisture out of his eyes.
“Thanos can’t win,” Peter says.
“He’s strong.”
“We’re stronger. Together.”
Struggling to swallow his emotion, Tony places his hands on either side of Peter’s face and wipes his thumbs across his cheekbones. Not dust. Solid. Real. “What’s your plan kiddo?”
Because now, more than ever, Tony has something to fight for.
-----
Tony tries hard to stay with Peter, but they're too outnumbered, too outgunned. He loses him to the chaos not even fifteen minutes after their reunion and tries to ignore the building panic in his chest.
“FRI. Keep me updated on the kid.”
“Yes sir.”
He fights alongside his family and prays that Peter is right- that they can win. That soon, it will all be over.
Across the field, through dozens of falling alien soldiers, he sees Peter and his heart catches in his throat.
Because he’s carrying the gauntlet. It’s in his arms, and Tony can’t breathe. He turns to blast to the boy’s aid and is intercepted by half a dozen opponents.
Peter is on his own.
-----
Peter can count on one hand how many times he’s been more afraid than the moment he’s living right now. Sprinting with all his might with all infinity stones tucked against his chest.
The stones that had stolen five years from his life.
The stones that he doesn’t fully comprehend the consequences of yet.
Holding the gauntlet makes him a priority target. He flips and dodges and shoots webs, but he still gets hit.
Hard.
One particularly rough attack has him slammed into the earth, creating a crater with the sheer force of his body. Karen lights up his screen in ugly alerts about his health as he blinks stars out of his eyes. The alien that had landed him there appears above him, snarling and raising the hand to finish him off.
Peter closes his eyes.
The blow never comes.
Slowly, with every muscle in his body shaking, he opens his eyes. A woman stands above him, practically glowing with strength. Captain Marvel.
“Hi,” he wheezes. “I’m- I’m Peter Parker.”
“Hey Peter Parker. You got something for me?”
Though his body begs him to stay down, Peter forces his limbs into cooperation until he’s on his feet, grunting when it makes him dizzy. “I don’t know how you’re going to get it through all that.”
But the smile on Captain Marvel’s face gives him renowned confidence. He hands over his burden and sags when its weight leaves his hands.
-----
FRIDAY pushes Peter’s vitals in front of Tony’s eyes and he curses, feeling acid crawl up his throat. “Connect me to his com.”
There’s an explosion somewhere to his right. He hits the tail end of the blast and rolls across the rock, the breath knocked out of his chest. An alien falls out of the sky towards him and he shoots it away before it can hit him.
“Mr. Stark?” Peter gasps through the line. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You on the other hand- what were you thinking? Grabbing the gauntlet like that-”
“I had to! There was no other choice!”
“There’s always a choice, Pete. And you always choose the dangerous one.”
Peter’s laugh fills his ears and it’s almost enough to ebb away the biting edges of his anxiety. But then it tapers away into a shout, followed closely by webbing and clanging metal.
“Kid?” Tony prompts urgently. “You okay? Where are you?”
“F-fine. Ow. I’m fine Mr. Stark. I got him.”
“Where’s the gauntlet?”
“Captain Marvel.”
Tony dips in relief, trying to navigate the kid’s location. “Good, that’s good. Try and find somewhere safe, okay?”
“What? No! I- I have to help.”
“Kid, tap out. You have fifteen broken bones!”
“But Mr. Stark- that means I still have 191 working ones!”
Tony gapes, lost for words as he dodges another attack. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”
If Peter responds, it’s lost to his ears. Something hits him hard in his side, so hard that for a moment it whites out his vision. He lands ungracefully, skidding and moaning. Peter’s voice is distant static in his ears and he tries desperately to hang onto it.
When he opens his eyes, Thanos stands above him.
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“Mr. Stark? Oh man. Can you hear me?”
Peter’s pulse is threatening to shoot straight through his skin. Tony’s ragged breaths fill his ears, sending shivers down his back. “Mr. Stark! Crap- Karen. Plot me a route to Mr. Stark’s location.”
The LED display maps out the route and Peter wastes no time. He slips through the battle like an arrow through water, his worry dulling every other instinct. When he crests a hill he sees his mentor pressed into the ground, Thanos’s boot grinding down on his chest.
“MR. STARK!”
Peter swings faster than he ever has in his life, heartbeat in his ears and his adrenaline giving him the strength he doesn’t have. With another violent scream he swings straight into Thanos’s side, kicking him in the head and effectively knocking him away from Tony’s writhing body. Thanos hits the ground hard, scrambling for purchase before rising to his feet. He stares at Peter with a sadistic sense of admiration.
Trying to block out Tony’s fight for air, Peter stands in front of him, arms splayed out wide. “Don’t touch him.”
“A fighter. I can respect that.” Thanos takes a step forward and Peter tenses. Behind him, he sees Captain America and Thor fighting a ten-foot tall giant. He thinks he sees Thor catch his eye. “But I am afraid your efforts are useless.”
“I won’t stop. I’m not afraid of you.”
But he is. Terrified.
“You would give your life for that man?” Thanos drawls, eyes darkening. From behind Peter, he hears Tony trying to get up and failing.
“Yes.”
“P-Peter. Go-”
But Peter doesn’t move. He blocks Thanos’s first punch and spins away from the second. The third he isn’t so lucky. It hits him hard in the chest and he flies back, skidding towards where Thor and Steve are fighting. Tony cries out. It’s the only thing keeping him conscious.
Thanos looms over Tony’s body, a look of victory on his face. “This man is the reason for this fight. He deserves to die.”
Peter can’t breathe. Thanos picks up a broken spear off the ground.
He raises it above Tony’s head.
“I am inevitable.”
A tug in Peter’s gut gives him what he needs to do next. In a blur of emotion and panic, he shoots to his feet and instead of looking at Tony, he turns to look at Thor. Surprisingly, the man’s eyes are locked onto his own. A millisecond of silent communication is all they need.
Thor throws his hammer. Peter reaches out his hand.
He catches it, the weapon feather-light in his hand. Before he can process the success he leaps forward with all his strength, swinging mjollnir as if it were destined, in this very moment, to be wielded by his hand.
Thanos’s eyes light in surprise. He shifts the spear towards Peter in futile defense, something like real fear in his eyes. Mjollnir, sparking with lightning, cracks hard against his head and he falls to the earth as if in slow motion. Peter stands above his body, limbs numb, chest heaving, and mjollnir curled tightly in his hand. Thanos doesn’t get up.
“P-Peter-”
Spinning around, Peter finds Tony fighting for air against a slab of jagged rock, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He moves his eyes from Peter’s face to the hammer in his hand, looking just as disbelieving as Peter feels.
“Mr. Stark!” he drops to his knees beside his fallen mentor, hands shaking as they reach out to assess the damage. “Are you- oh god- are you okay?”
But Tony merely blinks, his eyes still trained on the hammer.
“Mr. Stark?”
The shock on Tony’s face morphs into a smile. It makes a split on his lip bleed. “I always knew you’d be worthy,” he says softly.
And then he passes out.
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Peter defends Tony with the rest of his energy, Thor and Steve by his side. They fight until the army dissolves.
“Someone snapped,” Steve says, looking in awe over the battlefield. “It’s over.”
Over.
Peter falls back to the ground by Tony and shakes his shoulders. “Wake up Mr. Stark. We won.”
We won.
After more prompting, Tony groans and opens his eyes into slits. They widen after connecting with Peter. “Kid?” he whispers.
“We won Tony,” he says.
Tony chokes on a sob. Though obviously painful, he sits up and pulls Peter into a hug, and Peter returns the gesture with equal force. The dying embers of the battle fall around them, cries of victory still ringing out over the field.
“You called me Tony.”
Peter laughs, though it ends in a relieved sob. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Nope,” Tony interjects. To Peter’s surprise, he presses his lips into his hair. “You broke the seal. It’s Tony now, kiddo.”
Peter relaxes more fully against Tony’s hold, his adrenaline fading, the aches and pains of the battle starting to hit him like a freight train. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he says quietly, so only he can hear.
“Oh kiddo-”
They hug with the intent of never letting go.
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Later that night, safely back on earth, Tony finds Peter in medbay. Though bandaged head to toe himself, he’s running around busily by Bruce’s side, helping treat the rest of the team. Tony stands by the door, crossing his arms and admiring the sight with a warmth in his chest.
Thor comes to stand by his side. “Your son saved the world today.”
Your son. Tony doesn’t bother correcting him. “He did.”
“And by lifting Mjollner. That is no small feat.”
Tony smiles. He can’t help it. “I know.”
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When the chaos dies down, Tony tracks Peter to a vacant couch in the lab. He’s sprawled out on his back half asleep.
“Pete? What are you doing down here?”
Blinking sleepy at him, Peter shrugs. “S’quiet down here. Familiar. I missed it.”
His eyes sting again. God, Stark. Pull it together. “Mind if I sit?” he asks.
Peter shakes his head, moving to accommodate Tony with a smile. “I talked to May,” he tells him. “She’s safe. I’ll be able to see her tomorrow once the roads open back up.”
“That’s great news.”
“Yeah. Ned and MJ too. Everyone- everyone is safe.”
Tony smiles. It really is over. “I did it all for you, you know.”
A short silence. Peter shuffles to sit up further, his hair disheveled. “What did you say?”
“I did it all for you,” Tony repeats, looking stubbornly at the wall. “Time travel, I mean. I invented time travel to get you back.”
Peter chokes. Doesn’t speak.
“I wasn’t going to do it at first,” Tony continues, “when they first asked me. But then I saw this old picture of us and- and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live another day without at least trying.”
“Tony-”
“Five years was too long. I should have done it sooner and I’m sorry.”
“Tony!”
Finally, he looks. The kid’s eyes are glistening, his cheeks flushed red. Then, he smiles. “I can’t- I don’t- I don’t know what to say.”
Lips quirking, Tony pulls Peter into his side and ruffles his hair. “You don’t have to say anything, kiddo. You saved my bacon today more than once. By wielding a magic hammer, for the record.”
Peter makes a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. “That was pretty cool, wasn’t it?”
A phrase pops into his head, something that Peter had told him years ago. “With great power comes great responsibility,” he says. “Your Uncle would’ve been proud.”
Peter moves to look at him, brown eyes impossibly wide. “You remember.”
“Of course I do. Don’t insult my memory. I know it’s been five years but I’m not that much older-”
Peter chuckles. For a moment, they sit in perfect silence. Tony could live in it for a hundred lifetimes.
“Thanks for bringing me back,” Peter whispers, eyelids drooping.
“You’re family Pete. Family stays together.” He pauses, smiles. “Speaking of which… you have a little sister.”
“What?!”
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