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harrystylesleftkneecap · 4 years

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Mint and chapstick

Warnings : Slight smut, spanking, poly (sorta) cussing, nudity.

(JJ maybank x reader x John b)

A/N: Uh so this is something I’ve literally been looking for but couldn’t find it anywhere so I just wrote it myself. It’s bad, it’s kinda nasty, and there are mistakes everywhere. I have another imagine written that’s more soft JJ and includes slight (breastfeeding sorta kinda). So let me know if you want to see it. But just enjoy ig lmao. GIF isn’t mine but the writing and ideas are.

“Come here...now y/n” JJ spoke, patting his knees.

You stared at him in disbelief, he wouldn’t. Not here. Not now.

“JJ i-“ you started, but jj quickly cut you off.

“That’s not my name” he corrected, a smirk forming across his face.

You glanced at John B who was sitting across from JJ. He looked fine, not confused one bit.

“He knows you’ve been a bad girl y/n, you haven’t been behaving and this may be the only way to get you to.” JJ said. He was enjoying this way too much.

Shakily letting out a breath, you looked down at your feet that slowly began making their way towards JJ.

“How many John b, 10,20?” He asked his friend.

John b finally spoke up, “20 sounds good to me.”

You gasped slightly and turned towards your friend, your body burning in embarrassment.

“What is 20 not enough for you?” John b started “you have been kinda bratty lately.” He finished with a smirk.

“N-no, 20 is fine.” You breathed, turning back to your boyfriend.

Arousal began pooling between your legs. This was so wrong, wasn’t it? John b shouldn’t be involved in you and JJ’s sex life. But for some reason, you began getting excited for the events to come.

“Come on, be a good girl for daddy.” JJ spoke, patting his legs once more.

You sat on his lap, not facing either of the boys. You intended to keep it that way, until JJs rough hands gripped your chin and pulled you to face him.

“Don’t be shy now baby, you’ve been talking about John B an awful lot now haven’t you?” He questioned, tracing your lips with his ring clad thumb.

He lightly shook you, “answer me pumpkin.”

“Y-yes daddy.” You mewled.

You had been thinking about this since JJ brought it up. But you didn’t think he would do it so suddenly. Maybe a casual ‘hey I think we’re gonna try this now’ would have helped calm your nerves.

“That’s right, now shirt or no shirt?” He sent a questioning glance to his friend manspreading in the chair across the room.

“Hmm, no shirt.” He responded

“Great idea, you heard him honey.” He told you, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

You slowly stood to remove your cami, facing John b as he smiled.

JJs hands found your hips as your shirt lifted, your tan skin and perky breasts finally being freed from the fabric. He rubbed small circles in your hips and turned you toward him.

His blown out pupils and messy hair didn’t help the wetness quickly pooling in your shorts.

Reluctantly, you crawled into his lap. Pressing your chest into his legs and resting your palms on the floor.

“That’s my good girl.” Jj cooed, sliding his hands into the pale pink pajama shorts you were wearing. He squeezed your ass lightly, almost reassuring you.

You had talked about this before, JJ thought it would be a nice change. You were reluctant at first, but couldn’t get the idea of someone watching you out of your head. Either way, this is just like you had talked about.

As he slid your shorts down to your ankles John B spoke again, “no underwear, I think that calls for an extra 5.”

JJ let’s out a light chuckle,” I think it does too, you know better pumpkin.” He continues by running his hands over the smooth skin of your ass, moving to the pool of arousal in between your legs.

“Why are you acting so shy? The pool in between your legs is telling me you’re enjoying this much more than you’re letting on.” He says, the smirk playing on his face has yet to dissipate.

John B let’s out a light laugh as your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“It’s okay y/n, no need to hold back because of me.” John b speaks, placing his arms behind his head simply admiring the sinful view situated before him.

JJ moves his hands from between your legs and rests them on your lower back. “You know how this goes y/n, count each of them. Afterwords you apologize, and if you do well you’ll get a kiss... from both of us.”

You turn to look at your boyfriend, surprised That he’s letting John B get in on more action than you had previously thought.

“O-okay.” You shakily let out.

“Alight pumpkin, you ready?” JJ asks.

“Yes daddy.” You reply, your words coming out stronger than before from anticipation.

You close your eyes anticipating the first blow, and when JJs hand connects with your ass you let out a quiet moan as fire burns through you.

“One.” You began.

The second blow was harder than the first, but that doesn’t mean you liked it any less.

“Two.”

The third comes down, and his force isn’t helping your arousal one bit.

You let a louder moan slip as you count the third. And JJ smirks at you.

“Sometimes I think you’re bratty just so I’ll spank you. You enjoy this too much, maybe I’ll have to find another way to punish you.”

As you reach the 20th blow, your ass is burning. and tears began to form in your eyes. The pressure building in your stomach becomes harder and harder to control. And you begin to think that you may fall apart without any other stimulation.

“John B, you wanna get the last 5?” JJ suddenly asks.

You open your eyes and look at the other boy, who nods his head and rises from his spot in the chair.

“Okay, you be a good girl for John B.” JJ says, helping you stand from your spot on his lap.

Standing completely bare in front of the two very attractive boys had you squirming, reaching to cover your breasts as John B walks over.

Before you could, he reaches and grabs your arms. “None of that now, we all know you aren’t shy.” He speaks lowering down to your eye level.

JJ sits back on the chair John B was previously in. Watching in awe as his beautiful girl lays over his best friends lap. This was all he could have ever asked for.

He helps you situate over his cargo shorts, staring at the red marks JJ had left previously.

“Jesus man, these rings gotta hurt.”

“She likes them” JJ replies, making you let out a soft laugh as your boyfriend shoots you a wink.

“You ready?” John B asks, as he brings his hands over the reddened skin.

“Yes-“ you began, turning to look at JJ asking how to adress his best friend.

“Sir, yes sir.” JJ says.

Taking a breath you speak,” yes sir, I’m ready.”

John B was playing it cool, just like JJ had told him. JJ said that you likes being controlled, and he had to act cool if it was really going to get you going.

John Bs first blow wasn’t very hard, and you didn’t expect it to be. You hadn’t thought he had ever done anything like this before.

“Y-you can go harder.” You told him, making JJ stifle a laugh.

“I told you bro, she likes it.”

John B chuckles as he lands his second blow, causing a sinful whine to fall past your lips.

“Twenty two.”

As John B lands his last one, tears have spilled over, running down your cheeks.

JJ rises and sits down on the couch beside you two, pulling you to stand in front of them.

“I think you owe us an apology now.” He says, that sinful smirk still playing on both of their faces.

Still completely bare, you took a shaky breath and wiped your tears.

“I’m sorry I was a brat, it won’t happen again.”

JJ hums, “oh yes it will, but I think that was a great apology.” He turns to John B.

“Yeah, perfect.” John B smiles.

You smile at the two boys like a child. More than Happy with the events that had just occurred.

“Cmere baby.” JJ laughs and pulls you into a sweet embrace, pulling away to kiss you softly. He sits you on his lap and he pulls away, pushing your hair behind your ears and wiping the remaining tears.

“Now I think you owe John B something.”

You turn to John b and he places his hands on your face to pull you in for a kiss.

His lips were softer than you had imagined. He didn’t taste like JJ. JJ tastes like smoke and sweet liquor. John B tastes more like mint and and, was that your chapstick?

“Have you been using my chapstick?” You asked as you pulled away.

John b let out a laugh, “maybe!” He smirked.

You all fell into a fit of giggles, and JJ threw your shirt and shorts back at you.

“Get dressed, and put on some underwear princess. You know the rules.” JJ said, falling back onto the couch.

“Damn, her ass is tore up.” John B spoke in disbelief as you pulled your cami over your head.

“Honestly it’s not the worst it’s ever been, like that one time-“ you began, but JJ quickly cut you off.

“Dont even fucking mention that, God I was so mad.” He sighed, covering his face with his hands.

You laughed and wiggled into your shorts before falling back in between the two boys.

You fell into a peaceful silence before the front door swung open and kie ran in pulling pipe behind her.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” She asked, throwing her bag onto the floor and walking into the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing much,” John B groaned, standing from the couch and following her into the kitchen.

JJ pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. “Did you enjoy that?” He whispered

You nodded.

“Wanna do it again?”

You nodded again.

“Sounds good pumpkin.” He smiled, standing to shake hands with pope.

“Y/n where’s your chapstick?” Kie suddenly asked, coming back into the living room with John b behind her.

“Oh it’s in my purse, hang on.” You told her, rising from you spot on the couch and bending over to reach for your purse on the floor.

“HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ASS.” Kie screams, running up to you to get a better look.

Dumbfounded you tried to come up with a reply.

“You and JJ need to chill out, and John B I’m surprised you let this happen under your roof!” She scoffed, causing the three boys to burst into laughter.

“I cannot believe you guys! After all I’ve done for you! And you come into my humble abode and do sinful things! Unbelievable!” John B scoffs, falling back onto the couch.

“Here’s your fucking chapstick.” You mumbled, handing Kie your cherry lip balm.

“Thanks.”

You look over to the two smirking friends on the couch, only hoping for something similar to happen again.

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank smut #john b imagines #jj imagine #jj x reader #outer banks smut #daddy #jjpope #jj maybank imagine #rudy pankow #chase stokes

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aomine-ryo · 4 years

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Headcanons: GOM + Kagami with their S/O who wants to learn to play basketball

Kuroko

He’s surprised at first but he gets really happy when you tell him that you want to learn

“I probably can’t teach you much practically, but I’m here to support you every step of the way.”

He’s a very patient teacher so you never felt any pressure when you messed up a shot, though he did reward you with a quick peck on the lips every now and then whenever you succeeded

The two of you got to spend more time together practicing which made Kuroko extremely happy

He’d often ask Aida, Aomine and a few other people for some tips on helping you get better and he often went out of his way to get permission for the two of you to practice in the school gym together

When you told him after his practice that you got into the school’s basketball team, Kuroko is over the moon, glad that his shared love of basketball with his s/o managed to produce results as he enveloped you in a tight hug followed by several kisses

He didn’t even care that the rest of his team was watching, he was just so proud of you, and he made sure to tell you over a celebratory dinner date

Kagami

“Are you serious?” he asks you when you tell him, unable to believe that you, someone who had never shown interest in sports before, were telling him that you wanted to play basketball

After watching a bunch of Kagami’s matches, you felt the urge to play as well

Hearing this, Kagami immediately got fired up and decided to help teach you

He didn’t know how to explain things well, so the two of you played lots of one-on-ones and he would stop and correct you whenever you did something wrong

“Y/N, do a dunk!”

“Kagami, I’m 5’3.”

Nevertheless, he insisted that you tried it, and of course, you only just grazed the bottom of the net

Kagami was always smiling during practice

Izuki told him that teaching you was the perfect time to make some moves on you, and it took him a while to finally muster the courage to do something like that

He tried to wrap his arms around you and teach you to shoot, but you ended up hitting his face with the ball accidentally

You made sure to shower him with hugs and kisses as a thank you for his teaching, which made him even happier to be sharing his passion with someone he loved

Kise

Kise was so excited that you wanted to learn basketball that he was practically skipping around the court when you told him after his practice

“My Y/N-cchi is gonna be the bestest basketball player there is!”

“I don’t think ‘bestest’ is a word—”

Unlike Kagami, Kise was very smooth when he wanted to make a move on you

He’d often give you small kisses on your neck whenever he was behind you to correct your shooting or defensive form

Kise was always full of energy and made sure to motivate you every time

When you tried out for the team and got accepted, Kise practically burst with joy

He did make sure to gloat about it though, to the point where everyone that Kise was close to would hear about you being on the team at least five times

“When you make it to the NBA, remember to tell the interviewers that I taught you to play, okay Y/N-cchi?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s adorable confidence, and you didn’t want his efforts to go to waste so you did your best

Kise would watch all your games, even the practice ones, and he’d be cheering so loudly that he’d get told off at almost every game

He couldn’t help it, he was just proud of you

Midorima

Midorima wasn’t very expressive in terms of emotions like excitement, so you telling him that you wanted him to teach you basketball didn’t exactly gain a big reaction from him

“Oh really? Sure, sounds good.” Pure monotone

However, the second he got home, he came up with an entire training regimen for you, which took him hours, though he wouldn’t admit it

Midorima wasn’t one to make sly moves on you during practices, even though Takao kept telling him to do so

So you often took initiative through random hugs and kisses on his cheek while he explained something to you

No matter how many times you do it, he’d always be flustered and begin to stutter

He would lecture you about it though, even though he liked it

“Y/N, I’m trying to teach you, have some control.”

“Sorry, Coach.” (He insisted you call him coach)

His training was pretty tough to be honest, but you expected nothing less from someone who pours his heart into everything he does

It was no surprise that you got into the team after his intense training

However, when you told him he gave you the biggest hug followed by kisses all over your face

“I knew you could do it,” he smiled.

“Thank you, Shintaro.”

Aomine

Aomine thought you were joking when you told him that you wanted to learn basketball

But when he realised you were serious, he immediately got fired up

He definitely wasn’t going to take it easy on you while he taught you though

He’d tease you from time to time when you’d mess something up, but that was often followed by him going all soft and correcting you with no regard for personal space

There were many times where this would lead to a mini-makeout session because he just couldn’t help it

Once you were familiar with the basics, he would almost only play one-on-ones with you, which was awfully frustrating because he’d beat you every time

Whenever he’d notice you getting frustrated, he’d stop the game and begin explaining what you’re doing wrong

Every once in a while you’d break through his defense and score, which would make you so happy that it made Aomine want to let you score all the time

But he didn’t, because he knew that you’d notice immediately and get mad

You were a quick learner, and you were a bit athletic too, so it was no surprise that practicing with Aomine incredibly increased your skill

You were not only put on the basketball team, but you were also on the starting lineup

When you told Aomine, he pulled you into a hug with a large smile spread across his otherwise grumpy face

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you as well

“That’s my Y/N!” He grinned triumphantly.

“It’s all thanks to you, Daiki.”

“Well, duh, I’m an amazing teacher.”

Murasakibara

“But why would you want to do that? It’s so tiring.”

“I thought it would be nice to learn, considering that it’s all you do,” you told him.

After some convincing, he agreed to teaching you to play

He was a pretty laid back teacher, though his explanations weren’t exactly the best

“Shooting is easy, see,”

He would proceed to do a dunk like it was nothing

“Atsushi, I’m a beginner and you’re also twice my height, I can’t just do that.”

He’d eventually teach you how to shoot though, and he’d wrap his long arms around you

Whenever he’d do that, he’d get distracted and just begin to hug you

“This is tiring, can’t we just cuddle all day?” He mumbled

His teaching was very slow paced because he’d constantly be distracted

One of his exercises was for you to steal the ball from him, where he just teased you by holding the ball high up where you couldn’t reach

He did end up having a lot of fun with you, even though he didn’t admit it

So when you told him that he didn’t have to teach you anymore because you got into the team, he got clingy and sad

“No I want to play with you more, Y/N-chin.”

“Weren’t you always complaining how it was tiring?”

“Yeah, but I still liked being with you,” he pouted as he wrapped his arms around you

So he continued to play with you every now and then when you didn’t have practice

He’d always go to your games, without fail, and he’d even bring your favourite snacks with him, which he’d give you afterwords

He’d even skip practice if the times of your games overlapped with it

He’s your #1 supporter no matter what

Akashi

He would be over the moon when you tell him that you want him to teach you

He’d get the keys to the gym so that the two of you can play together after his practice

An extremely good and efficient teacher, so it was easy for you to get a hang of things quickly

Akashi is incredibly smooth when he wants to make a move on you

He didn’t do it too often, because he didn’t want to distract you too much

But when he’d be correcting your form from behind you, he’d get really close to you and whisper in your ear, “like this”

You’d feel tingles down your spine, and he’d kiss your neck

And he’d just go back to explaining as if nothing even happened

It was no surprise that you made the team after Akashi teaching you

He still became really happy when you told him that he immediately pulled you in close and kissed you

You could feel his smile against your lips and it was adorable

“I’m proud of you, Y/N,” he said softly as he pulled away

He took you out for a nice dinner to celebrate

The two of you would often stay back at school for a bit longer to practice together even after you got on the team because you still wanted him to teach you more

You also enjoyed spending so much time with him, and there was no doubt he felt the same

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #kuroko tetsuya #aomine daiki #kise ryota #midorima shintarou #midorima shintaro #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijirou #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki x reader #kise ryota x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kagami taiga #generation of miracles #kagami taiga x reader #murasakibara atsushi x reader #kuroko no basket x reader

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roughentumble · 3 years

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I'm almost afraid to ask...

What are your werewolf au ideas?

GSHBDKSND oh its not horny or anything its just like. kind of angsty, but like, in that way where sometimes angsty daydreams are fun, you know?? like

ok its like a geraskier thing cuz im a one trick pony, but basically geralt gets cursed, three nights a month he goes all wolfy. he's an intelligent werewolf with pretty great self control, BUT he's like, ridiculously worried that he's gonna snap and hurt people. (he's not, but, you know, he's had to put down werewolves for that before, and he's not a man with a lot of faith in himself, So.)

uhhhh i cant remember how jaskier finds out tbqh, but after traveling together a while, it comes to light, and jaskier is of course very "its just you, im not scared, and im not judging you." they hang out, they figure things out, and geralt starts to relax.

so all the time he's been cursed, he hasnt gone back to kaer morhen-- its only been a year or two, but still. he feels like they'd know right away, he's worried they'd just put him down, he doesnt think they should get used to "monsters in the keep", he just feels Real Bad about it, but jaskier convinces him that this is his family, they'd understand, and they must miss him.

geralt agrees, eventually, goes up to kaer morhen with jaskier in tow.

but once they get there, he just... totally refuses to explain anything. none of the other witchers have sussed out that something's wrong(other than jaskier's hushed whispering about how geralt should "just tell them, they'd understand")

geralt's genius solution is, he'll just sleep outside three nights a month, he'll bring blankets and his fur will protect him. jaskier doesnt like it, but he's not about to tell geralt's secret, and he cant bodily drag a werewolf inside, so. his only condition is that he gets to sit outside with geralt for a bit, cuddle with him n' such. their excuse is that theyre gross love birds who are going out for moonlight picnics. everyone buys this, partially because its sort of true, partially cuz no one wants to walk in(or out) on them fucking.

it actually works the first trio of nights, to jaskier's surprise, but the 4th night they try they arent so lucky-- they forget something inside(a bottle of wine, a blanket, who knows) and eskel is like "i'll fall on my sword, be the one to bring it out to the happy couple". he steps outside, and what does he see?

a gigantic werewolf pinning jaskier to the ground.

bit of a frenzy after that, eskel attacking and shouting for backup, trying to keep the werewolf in sight while also looking for geralt, getting between the monster and jaskier while jaskier shouts-- eventually jaskier gets through to him though. thats geralt, dont hurt him, its geralt.

geralt isnt saying anything though(despite the fact he's perfectly capable of it, even transformed), and eskel sortve misunderstands. doesnt really get that this has been a long-term affliction, and assumes this is the first transformation. so with geralt not responding, eskel says "not right now it isnt," and gets his hands on one of the training blades they keep in the courtyard.

more chaos-- everyone's outside now, jaskier is absolutely not having any of it but also three grown witchers versus one bard isnt much of a fight, no one's listening to him, and geralt's just pinning himself against the wall like a prey animal and not saying anything.

jaskier proves just enough of a distraction that geralt manages to hop a wall, takes off into the woods. jaskier is calling after him, while the three remaining witchers each make a gameplan(STILL not listening to jask). after a moment, jaskier darts and weaves and makes it just out of their grasp, so they've got a werewolf AND a bard loose in the woods in the dead of both night and winter, which. Bad.

eskel goes after geralt, vesemir stays behind because they need someone in the keep, and lambert's on bard wrangling duty. lambert doesnt have much trouble finding jaskier, but he does have trouble keeping a hold on him, because he's worried about breaking his tiny human limbs(and also he's wearing a lot of thick layers, which he has no compunctions about ripping to shreds to get out of lambert's grip.) he loses a boot and a sleeve to the ongoing tussle, as he keeps slipping out and darting away. lambert even tries axii, but the biggest trick to getting out of axii is just training a lot to resist it, so geralt and him'd run through that a long time ago, so his response is to go fake-limp, then kick lambert in the dick and run off into the night with one shoe.

lambert is extremely annoyed. its not jaskier's best plan.

he finds the cave that geralt had backed himself into by some miracle, and also because eskel'd made no efforts to hide his tracks and there are currently shouts coming from the cave. jaskier gets himself inbetween the two of them and refuses to budge. geralt's still pulling the silent routine, ears pinned back, looking like a kicked dog, and eskel's trying to coax jaskier away from the "monster".

lambert comes bursting in as well, pissed and sore, but stays near the entrance, the four of them locked in a sort of stalemate. the three of them argue about what to do, but jaskier is shivering because of his wrecked coat. eventually geralt breaks his silence to rumble out a worried "yourrr fingerrrs..."

(werewolves roll their 'r's in tw3. dont ask me why, just go with it.)

eskel and lambert are stunned into silence, and jaskier is immediately turning towards geralt, letting him fret and dote on him. slips his arm inside his jacket so his fingers dont fall off-- lets geralt wrap a giant, warm paw around his foot to get some heat back into it.

lambert's like "wait, so you CAN fucking talk?????"

it all got escalated way out of hand, partially because of eskel's reaction, but also because geralt was too ashamed to stand up for himself-- thought maybe they were a little bit right. was basically just going to curl up and let it happen, which he admits with some gentle prodding, and leaves eskel looking sick.

jaskier, though, is absolutely nuclear levels of pissed, because he was explaining everything, even how he'd known for months, and that geralt was perfectly safe to be around, but all the non werewolf witchers were just tuning him out. and geralt nearly died because of it. so he's, like-- he's unspeakably angry at all three of them.

eventually, they do all four make their way back to the keep(geralt carrying jaskier cuz he's still missing a boot), and explain everything one more time for vesemir. everyone looks pretty ragged, because it was a lot of drama very suddenly late at night.

geralt still hesitates in the doorway of the main hall, says he'll make the keep smell like monsters, that it's dangerous, but jaskier just gently encourages him inside and they curl up together in front of the hearth, nice and warm.

from there its little bits and pieces of geralt showing his werewolfy-er side, like dragging in a deer one night to devour raw by the fire. (he looks bashful about it, but jaskier insists its a part of their routine on the road, helps geralt clean his muzzle afterword.) and jaskier slowly encouraging geralt to relax, come deeper into the keep, curl up in a real bed.

jaskier gets less mad, but never quite gets over the fact that geralt's family proved his fears right. geralt gets less ashamed, but never fully sheds his anxieties about being allowed inside. everyone else gets less tense, but never quite sheds the shame of nearly killing their brother in arms while he was fully cognizant-- or quite comfortable with a "monster in the keep". it's still their first winter, tho, so with any luck things will someday get smoothed out.

[the porny ending is that geralt knots all three of them and this wildly smooths over any remaining tensions, but thats just a little fun off-shoot, not the Official Daydream Ending]

#witcher tag #ogc tag #ummmmm im trying to think of further details but these are the broad strokes #its self indulgent a little overly angsty and has some back-and-forth issues #but /i/ enjoy it a lot i can like. visualize it in my brain very clearly #mmmm i think i couldve worded this better because usually my daydream starts at them at kaer morhen #and then goes on to have jaskier reveal the backstory #in a way i think is slightly better than ive worded it here #but ive spent long enough on this reply that i dont want to entirley rewrite it #EDIT:: added a new sentence that was meant to be there but i straight up forgot to type it out last night. whoops #highlighted in blue. if it looks/reads worse with the new shit hmu and i'll toss it. couldnt decide if i liked the idea of changing it sooo #cut removed & post reblogged cuz fuck it i make long posts sometimes and also u asked so now u have to look at my angsty werewolf daydream!#XP

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years

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Wildfire

(( Hia! So here’s a little Lukanette fic I wrote because I get inspired way too easy and it happened. Enjoy because it’ll be back to Daminette right after this! ))

It hadn’t been intentional. At least not at first. All Marinette had wanted was a way to express herself a way to let out the emotions that threatened to pull her under, drown her, destroy her. She was Ladybug and if she let that negativity eat her up alive she would not have the luxury of getting akumatized having a tantrum then being saved. That wasn't how this worked. Luka was the one who saved her he saw the dark water filling her lungs and when she felt ready to take her last breath he extended his hand. And she had taken it unaware that the water would turn to gasoline or that Luka would help strike the match that would light her on fire and turn her into a star for the whole world to see.

It had started with music lessons. A guitar being slid into her waiting hands and a patient teacher. Luka had seen her spark fading bright eyes dimming Juleka who had always spoken kindly of Marinette began to hesitate and change Luka watched as she let her purple fade from her hair and changed clothes when he tried to ask her why shed mention a new girl Lila how Lila said this or that picking at anything and everything Luka tried to tell his sweet baby sister that she didn't need to change for anyone but she was scared to lose everyone but especially Rose. It has been only a week after that event when suddenly Luka was told he was being kicked out of Kitty Section. When he looked for an answer it was the name Lila Rossi that came back.

Eventually he set out to find Marinette hoping she would have answers to his questions, but what he found was hardly the girl he knew more like a scared husk the song in her heart was a nightmarish harmony. Fearing she’d be akumatized before his very eyes he took a seat behind her slid his guitar in her hands and helped her work her emotions out. The melody she created was heartbreaking the tears she cried were worse. After that Luka made it his goal to seek Marinette out and help her work out the emotions. She started picking it up and they started regular lessons. Her parents were left speechless when Marinette asked for a guitar instead of a mannequin or fabric for her birthday.

The day Marinette first sang Luka was left speechless. They had been playing together for months, in that time Luka learned just who Lila Rossi was. A liar a manipulator a bully. She had the school running like her personal kingdom and after stripping Marinette of everything, her reputation, her friends, her position as class president, she started targeting other students. It was not as head on as it had been with Marinette but rather subtle manipulation she made Juleka change herself to fit in, she broke up Kitty Section, she ruined relationships, and kept Adrien as a pet. But even still Marinette loved him until one day Lila decided that even the feeling love was too good for Marinette. Luka had still never found out what Lila or Adrien or both had done but that day Marinette played her new pink guitar like it was the only thing keeping her a float but then she started singing her gorgeous voice carrying lyrics of pain, anger, and betrayal.

When she was done she all but collapsed. Luka felt as though he'd seen her soul and what he noticed was that the spark in Marinette wasn't dead yet just waiting to be fanned into a fire. And Luka, well all he wanted was to see her light up the world like she was always meant to do. Luka knew someway somehow he needed to get Marinette up on a stage. She was a born star and Luka would do anything to see her shine.

Jagged Stone had been not only eager but insistent on hearing her sing and play. Marinette stared down at her pink guitar she had no one to blame but herself. After all she had been the one to introduce Luka and Jagged and they’d hit it off so when Luka told Jagged that his honorary niece was a star in the making what was she really expecting. But Marinette was terrified she wasn't meant to be on stage but behind it yet here she was guitar in hand with Jagged and Penny looking at her expectantly. She wanted to cry and puke and hide she had no control of her body when it ran from the room. Luka was quick to catch up, finding her hyperventilating in the hallway.

“I-I cant! I cant Luka! I’m not made to stand on a s-stage! I can't do this! N-not alone!” She tried to control her sobs but tears kept falling and her body was shaking. Luka knelt by her side and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders offering the support she so needed.

“Who said anything about you doing this alone?” He saw the way her eyes widened as she looked at him. Truthfully he had not pictured himself next to her on that stage but he suddenly understood that if she was to shine for the whole world to see then she needed him by her side and really how could Luka ask for more?

They returned to Jagged’s room and with Luka at her side Marinette played and sang. When the duo finished Jagged and Penny erupted into applause and by 7pm that evening Marinette found themselves agreeing to be trained by Jagged Stone and all his many connections. That night Luka laid on his bed exhausted when he heard a knock at his window when he opened it Ladybug slid in. Seeing her up close Luka could see how tired she looked. He had noticed Chat’s many absences and how much harder Ladybug had been working as a result clearly it was taking its toll on the superheroin. Wordlessly she held out the snake miraculous and Luka took it with great confusion. The news playing in the other room gave no indication of an akuma attack and Ladybug herself did not seem in a rush. Just as he was about to open his mouth Ladybug spoke.

“You were right… who said ANYTHING about me doing this alone.” Luka’s eyes widened and he tightened his hold on the miraculous. Just how long? How long had Marinette been facing the world alone? Well no more! Putting a comforting hand on her shoulder he smiled and nodded understanding flashed between them and she burst into tears before hugging him closely and de-transforming. The next morning when Luka and Marinette left the boathouse together hand in hand with pink cheeks and shy smiles only Juleka was surprised, later when she asked her brother about the incident he answered honestly that Marinette had cried herself to sleep in his arms and he hadn't had the heart to wake her.

Having someone by her side in and out of the mask who liked her as she was changed the music in her heart. Luka would not lie, being a hero was tiring but akuma were back to being defeated in record time. Opinion of Ladybug skyrocketed back up and soon Viperion merchandise started selling better than Chat Noir. Every news outlet was all over the Ladybug and Viperion development theories of all kinds sprang up that Chat Noir wasn't helping because he was jealous or that he and Ladybug had broken up, that Viperion and Ladybug were in love. People got pictures of the pair holding hands on a late night patrol and it was all anyone could talk about. Luka could not help but be pleased when Marinette relayed the news that Lila Rossi was furious at not being the center of news at school for a few days. But what made him happiest was the confidence and strength he saw regrowing in Marinette.

A few weeks later, Marinette had introduced Kagami and Chloe to Luka. It had been awkward with all the different personalities but Marinette gave them balance, she was growing with each rehearsal with every song and practice she got brighter. Chloe who had never known real friendship where she wasn't in control and now was just as alone as Marinette in school seemed bothered and annoyed at first but Luka could tell her melody was softer then she showed and was eager to preen under Marinettes genuine encouragement and praise. Kagami who had met Marinette through an old mutual crush was cold and harsh but melted easier than expected when treated with the friendship she truly desired. They made an odd group and Luka was honestly confused but happy that the old Marinette was coming back stronger than ever and was eager to find honest people in the world.

The first time Kagami and Chloe were invited to rehearsal they ended up holding hands as they listened to Marinettes newest song a duet with Luka about growing love in unexpected places. And if Luka and Marinette could hardly make eye contact afterwords no one said anything about it in between teasing Chloe and Kagami. When both girls asked to join everyone was shocked. But Chloe was quick to scoff.

“Jeez, Marinette! Did you really think two rich girls from influential families wouldn't know how to play an instrument? Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe refused to admit she’d learned the piano in hopes of playing with Adrien and Kagami knew multiple instruments and shyly admitted to having self taught how to DJ in hopes of being able to throw her own party.

Of course Marinette was over the moon to have them join the duo. But now they needed to name themselves, they argued about it over pizza in Jagged Stone’s suite while Penny and the aforementioned star listened in and laughed. In these moments away from those who hurt her Marinette was filled with light and fire her hand racing as she sketched all manor of designs. Luka who could not help but look at her in awe suddenly felt a name bubble to the surface.

“Wildfire.” They all paused to look at Luka a heavy silence falling over the room giving Fang the opportunity he needed to drag away half of Chloe’s unattended pizza. Feeling his cheeks flush Luka scrambled to try and find the words he needed to explain but Marinette spoke before he got the chance.

“Its perfect.” She grinned a wild look filling her eyes. “Our music its wild its raw! No one would expect it from any of us! But thats what we are! Were wildfire! And we are going to light Paris on FIRE!” The room erupted into cheers and Jagged Stone screamed out his signature Rock n Roll! Luka didnt cheer he just let Marinettes words vibrate inside of him as he watched the fire in her eyes blaze.

A day later when two new heroes joined Viperion and Ladybug, Luka wasn't surprised at all he felt Chloe made an excellent ‘Wasp’ and Kagami was definitely a perfect fit for the dragon miraculous. But whether they were in or out of costume the group worked like a well oiled machine. They spoke without speaking backed each other up without question and the double dates were not only fun but were impossible to ruin akuma attack or not. But maybe even better was that with the final pieces in place ‘Wildfire’ was finally able to put finishing touches on songs and begin releasing them. Jagged insisted that the music be released without revealing who any of them were just yet his arguments were pretty solid, all of them needed to be coached on how to deal with the stress of stardom but apparently more importantly Jagged stressed there was NOTHING Rock n Roll about just revealing who they were without an epic concert of some kind.

When Wildfire hit the number one spot in fan popularity Marinette felt grateful for heading her honorary Uncle's advice. The secrecy surrounding the band had fans running wild, theories from the realistic to the alien were circulating. They continued writing and releasing songs all the while being trained for everything from live performances to dealing with the press. Marinette felt like maybe dealing with the press would be easy after she let her parents know about Wildfire in their eagerness to show support while still being secretive they played all of Wildfire’s song on repeat in the bakery and regularly sent her to band practice with macaroons. Marinette blossomed under all the fresh positivity in her life Tikki and Master Fu were practically glowing with pride at the young chosen. Luka felt like he might go blind from how brilliantly she burned his heart that he felt could never hold more love for her filled even more and he knew he'd do anything to keep her happy.

The day she arrived at practice bruised and bloody broken guitar in hand Luka would have given Hawkmoth anything for revenge until Marinette collapsed into his arms and asked to play guitar with him the same as when he’d first started teaching her. Chloe had left school early to catch Kagami’s tournament, Marinette had wanted to go but had been late so many times to school that week that the teacher threatened to give her detention if she missed one more class. So Marinette had waved Chloe off telling her to cheer twice as loud so that it was like she was there also. The rest of the school day had been mostly uneventful, with Luka and her friends help Marinette’s confidence had returned so even with the whole class sneering at her day in and day out she no longer backed down. But it seemed like Lila had not been happy about that and had only been biding her time. Now with Chloe gone she struck.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS MARINETTE!” Marinette who was pulling her guitar from her locker froze and looked at Alya with confusion. The girl was absolutely furious.

“And what, may I ask is Lila accusing me of this time?” The whole class was glaring at her and Marinette felt herself grip her guitar tighter.

“UGH! I can't BELIEVE I use to be friends with someone like YOU! But I’m sure you’ll just keep playing dumb! So il jog your memory! You DESTROYED Lila’s dress! That was a gift from her late grandmother! Oh but I guess you can't stand the idea of anyone else dressing up for Adrien!” Marinette mentally sighed she hadn't so much as spoken to Adrien in months. Hearing the pitiful fake sobs Marinette glanced over Alya’s shoulder sure enough there was Lila sobbing into Adrien’s shirt vague stain covering the clearly cheap dress. The blonde was glaring at her but Marinette felt nothing. Finally Marinette sighed.

“Listen, if I say im sorry and vow never to speak to Adrien again can I go? I have somewhere else to be.” Alya narrowed her eyes and Marinette knew that would not be the end of it. She began looking around for an escape route but quickly noticed she was surrounded. Alya smiled a ugly horrible smile and Marinette felt her stomach twist.

“Oh your not going ANYWHERE Marinette.” Marinette saw the girls eyes fall on her beloved pink guitar, the one her parents had struggled to buy her, the one that held so many precious memories. She felt Kim grip her arms tightly and she screamed as she was lifted into the air kicking wildly. “Oh calm down Marinette, this is just justice. An eye for an eye right?”

Alya had all but ripped the guitar out of Marinette hands before slamming it against the ground over and over. Marinette had wanted to close her eyes but she kept them open and watched. Watched as her old best friend grinned like a madwoman as she slammed the precious instrument into the ground. Watched as Lila Rossi held Adrien close and smirked. Watched as Adrien did nothing but pout like an inconvenienced child at Marinette for crying as her guitar broke. Watched as they all bore witness to it, all except Juleka who closed her eyes tightly and looked pained and ashamed while holding Rose tightly. At least some felt guilt but Marinette was too devastated to care. When Kim let her go Marinette rushed to the remains of her guitar sobbing but the tears blurring her vision kept her from noticing Alya’s well placed foot she landed hard face first in the remains of her guitar, the wood cutting into her skin. But she didn't care all she could do was gather the remains of her precious instrument before she ran out. Not stopping till she was safe in Luka’s arms.

Now they sat as they once had when it had all started. Her back in his chest his arms wrapped around her guiding her small fingers over the guitar strings but it was different this time. In the past he had helped her play out her feelings but this time they played out their feelings together. His anger deep resounding, her sadness echoing soft, his concern questioning gentle, her relief delicate easy. Luka removed his hands from overtop hers to wrap his arms around her waist protectively letting his head fall into her shoulder. Marinette continued to play letting her feelings out as she did so, comfortable in the knowledge that that only Luka could understand what she was truly saying. The melody was confused at first trying to find itself Luka smiled to himself thinking how it was just like Marinette to struggle for words. Marinette soon found her music soft gentle there was an underlying sadness but that was to be expected, she found a rhythm and Luka hummed along he was still angry but he knew Marinette did not want revenge she wanted only for the truth. The music grew slowly it was warm and loving his heart melted and his grip tightened but Marinette played unbothered pouring her love and care into each note. She loved him and he loved her and in that moment even with all the horrible things that had happened and had still yet to come they were content.

An hour or so later when Kagami and Chloe arrived the store was retold and new anger sparked Chloe fumed and yelled while the ever calm Kagami sat like stone eyes staring into the remains of Marinette's most precious guitar as if trying to comprehend the senseless act of cruelty. But there was nothing to understand, only cold cruel reality.

“We can’t just let this go! They’ve gone too far!” Chloe despite all the advancements she’d made stamped down her foot angrily. It made Marinette who was burrowed comfortably in Luka’s arms snort in amusement. She shifted turning in Luka’s lap to better address her friends.

“We won’t. But were not stooping to their level either. I want the truth and I want to live my life free of lies and guilt and shame! They may have made me feel useless took me lower than ever before but Im not ever letting anyone do that to me again!” Marinettes words were so firm so full of fire that no one questioned her. There was a moment of silence before Chloe grinned.

“Alright. What do you need?” Marinette returned the grin her eyes darting around before she spotted her sketchpad. She had a song to write.

Months passed by and Wildfire announced that they were ready to be seen for the first time by the world in their first ever concert and a few days after that mysterious envelopes appeared on the desks of almost every student in a certain class at College Francoise Dupont. Almost because one Chloe Bourgeois and Marinette Dupain-Cheng had not received any such mystery envelope though they didn't seem bothered by that at all. As the class filtered in no one paid attention to the two girls sitting in the back together chatting amicably and sharing macaroons. Instead everyone was busy looking curiously at the unmarked delivery on their desks though none dared open it without Lila. Finally the class queen arrived followed by her ever loyal reporter they took their seats and sure enough Alya with permission opened the envelope, the following scream of joy was almost enough to shatter glass.

“Oh my GOD! Lila girl! You are to good to us! Front row seats to the first ever Wildfire concert hosted by THE Jagged Stone! Pinch me I’m totally dreaming!” Everyone now eager to see if what Alya said was true ripped open their envelopes and gasped. Lila knew she had not bought tickets she knew she wasn't responsible but her sheep were well trained so anything good was obviously her doing and she was quick to lie.

“Well of course! Didn’t I tell you guys I had a surprise in store! And Jagged was so insistent on me being there but I totally refused to go unless all of YOU could come!” The class erupted into compliments showering the girl in praise for her selflessness.

“I just hope you didn’t extend your generosity too far SOME people really don’t deserve it!” Alya shot a look at Marinette and Chloe. Lila was pleased to note that neither girl had an envelope it was almost too easy.

“Oh Alya you know I would have invited them but everyone in Wildfire and me are actually good friends of mine and they refused to let me invite my bullies! But I really wish it could have been the whole class.” She wiped a fake tear from her face and practically threw herself at Adrien demanding comfort from the boy.

Chloe and Marinette however said nothing only watched the charade with growing amusement. Marinette caught Juleka looking at her and an invisible message passed between the two before Marinette smiled warmly. Juleka had finally had a long talk with her brother and Marinette and had finally redone her purple streaks there was no more tension between them and if anything Juleka was excited to see Lila’s empire fall. For the rest of the day all anyone could talk about was the concert and Lila eager to keep eyes on her kept piling on lie after lie.

“I'm sorry I didn’t get us backstage passes but you know how celebrities are! Oh but don’t worry Alya i'm SURE I could get you an interview! I mean were just that close!” Lie after lie the bubble grew larger and Chloe could not wait to watch it pop.

On the night of the concert weeks later the one who might have felt the bubble pop hardest was Alya. With their tickets in hand the class had been treated wonderfully they got in easily had the best seats and compliments rained down on Lila for everything. Jagged Stone had played some music to keep the crowd entertained but then finally the time came for Wildfire. The lights dimmed and Alya felt her heart pounding in her chest this was it! The music that started was unfamiliar and Alya heard Nino and Adrien excitedly whisper about how they must be starting with a totally new song! The music got louder instruments being added Alya felt shivers run over her body the dark stage not betraying a thing until all at once the music hit a peek the lights flared and there they were Wildfire for the first time in the flesh.

Alya was dizzy with excitement her eyes darting around trying to take everything in she was obviously recording everything on her phone that dizzying excitement at the thought of her next scoop is why she remained blind to what was truly in front of her. The lead singer had her eyes closed letting herself soak in the music as she played with her band Alya felt she was so familiar but it wasn't until her eyes slowly opened as she sang the first words that it dawned on everyone. Those bluebell eyes were unmistakable.

“MARINETTE?” It was Adrien who shouted it first he sounded horrified. Alya wanted to say he was wrong but despite how different the bluenette looked from earlier that day it was her. The blue flames that danced in her eyes the confident and almost wicked smirk as she sang her voice so different but now familiar like a siren drawing in the crowd.

“Its… not just Marinette.” Alya could barely hear Nino from the roar of the crowd and fire filled song on Marinette’s lips. But he was right slowly the class looked from person to person. Luka was possibly the easiest to recognize having changed his style the least. Chloe was next her hair and makeup altered but her unmistakable yellow theme showing through. The other girl was harder to pinpoint but finally Alya brain supplied a name ‘Kagami’ she remembered seeing Marinette climb into the girls car with Chloe for a shopping trip.

The memory made her jaw clench. Why had she not been invited? Why had she not been told? Marinette was lead singer for THE most popular band is paris and yet Alya her best friend knew NOTHING. ‘But are you really her friend?’ Alya felt her grip on her precious phone tighten until her knuckles were white. Of course they were friends! They had to be… Alya felt her shoulders sag as she listened to Marinette’s song. It was raw, anger, betrayal, fire, and Alya couldn't help but feel the lyrics were aimed at them. Her eyes looked over the pink guitar in Marinette's hands the one she played so expertly now and Alya bit her lip remembering the precious guitar she’d ripped out of Marinette’s hands and destroyed. The lyrics and tone of the music changed it was still heavy still the rock and roll Alya never would expect from Marinette. She tried to focus on what she was singing but it was painful to hear, moving on, getting stronger, burning those who wronged her into the ashes of the past. It got louder and louder and the concert Alya should have been loving felt like torture Marinette and her band all of Wildfire was practically screaming now it was passionate it was raw, it was a slap in the face.

When the song finally ended there was silence then a roar of applause the crowd loved it. But near the front the group save Juleka who was overjoyed and yelling wildly sat numb the lyrics coupled with realization of what was done and said leaving them feeling exposed. Lila however felt nervous her gut churning her mind racing, before the concert was over she needed to find a lie to cover for everything or her kingdom would crumble. When the applause died down the music began anew each song was different and unique each conveying emotions wild and unchecked and in Paris a land where emotions were kept so lidded due to Hawkmoth it was like a breath of fresh air. Then the music slowed the love duet that had helped skyrocket the band into popularity in the first place. Marinette who for the most part stood apart and in front stepped back to be near Luka the two looked at each other as they sang their eyes never parting as they sang together then back and forth the soft loving smiles they had was enough to fill Lila with jealousy, the liar had thought she'd taken away the love of Marinette’s life but here on stage for all to see the two were practically declaring their undying love for all too see. And one glance at Adrien Agreste showed how unhappy how clearly jealous he was.

Finally what felt like an eternity later and 2 encores later the concert came to a close. Marinette grinned as she took the microphone into her hand waving enthusiastically to the crowd. “Thank you each and every one of you for coming out to Wildfire’s first ever concert! We cannot wait to perform and sing more for all of you another day!” The crowd cried out praises as the group disappeared behind stage. Soon people began to file out but the class stayed where they were struggling to process all that they had just heard and witnessed. Finally it was Rose who broke the silence.

“Lila you…You! Lied! To us!” The small girl was trembling huge tears threatening to fall from her large eyes. Juleka placed a supportive hand around her to keep her steady. Alya reflexitively went to defend Lila only to bite her tongue. Lila had said she was best friends with Wildfire, she claimed the tickets were her doing, she’d been saying for months all Marinette wanted was Adrien and she’d bully anyone for him but she sang of Luka and smiled for him. Just how many lies had Lila told?

“R-Rose how c-c-could you! I would never lie! Right Alya!?” Lila sobbed out. “I-I’m so hurt you would say s-such an AWFUL thing!” Lila threw herself into Adrien’s arms crying into his chest.the class exchanged a look they were confused. It was Nino who came to Rose’s defense first.

“You said you were Wildfire’s friend but Marinette like hates you dude.” The class murmured in agreement which gave Nino the encouragement to continue. “Also I just don’t believe Marinette would sing like that about Luka if she was really after Adrien you know?”

“SHE- SHE’S JUST USING THAT LUKA GUY!” Lila’s facade was cracking the panic she felt bubbling into her desperate words. The class was muttering now, were the tickets really her? What about saying she was Prince Ali’s secret lover? Or saving Jagged Stone’s cat? Had he had a cat?

“There’s an easy way to solve this you know.” The class looked at Juleka stunned waiting for her to continue. “We just ask Marinette.” She pointed to Penny Rolling who stood at the entrance to the backstage checking her clipboard. Lila was quick to try and cut in but Alya gripped her tightly and dragged her towards the backstage the class in tow none noticing the amused smile on Juleka’s lips.

Getting back stage was surprisingly easy Alya had all but demanded to see Marinette and Penny would normally refuse but when she saw Juleka in the group she gave a forced polite smile and guided them. When they entered the room where Wildfire was relaxing Alya felt the air and whatever she had planned to say leave her body along with her soul. Marinette sat her back to Luka’s chest the boy holding her tenderly a soft smile on his face as he watched his beloved Marinette negotiate with a CROCODILE ‘Fang’ Alya’s mind supplied about how no the scaly creature did not NEED another slice of pizza and no puppy eyes would change that. Chloe meanwhile had her head in Kagami’s lap while she redid her nail polish. Kagami was lovingly stroking the blondes hair while arguing with Jagged about which pizza toppings should be illegal. The whole scene was too much and Alya felt her brain short circuit and rage build it should have been HER she was Marinette’s best friend!

“Well, well, look what the alley cat dragged in~” Chloe had been the first to notice vengeful wicked smile plastered on her face as she sat up and wrapped herself in Kagami’s arms. “I hope you all LOVED the show!” Alya felt her rage build until she felt she’d pop.

“HOW COULD YOU MARINETTE! I thought I was your BEST FRIEND! Why didn’t you tell me!” Fang who’d previously been relaxed turned and growled at Alya causing the girl to shrink back.

“Oh please Alya.” Marinette’s voice was cool, the blue flames dancing in her eyes. “You? My best friend? I think that would require us to talk. And your daily insults hardly count.” Alya felt a pang in her chest guilt eating at her shame staining her cheeks.

“Tch. I know Ive certainly never heard of any friends who break each other guitars on purpose.” Kagami’s voice was like ice piercing the classes hearts shame and guilt wracking them.

“So… Lila really was lying then?” Alya shot a glare at Nino causing the boy to wither under his demanding girlfriend gaze. It was Chloe who burst into laughter first high and mocking followed by Marinette. Alya bristled not understanding what was so funny. When Marinette was done laughing she stood Luka easily letting her go his loving eyes watching his now confident sweet girlfriend.

“Lila is a liar.” It was a fact nothing more but it bit like teeth. Marinette began slowly walking back and forth in front of the class “She’s lied to all of you. About everything, she isn’t Prince Ali’s secret lover, she isnt Wildfire’s good friend, Ladybug’s got no clue who she is, no she didn’t buy you the tickets tonight, I’ve been dating Luka for months, I don't care enough to bully her, and for the last time Jagged Stone never owned a cat.” To that Jagged cheered and threw his beloved Fang another slice of pizza.

Lila burst once more into sobs and clung onto Adrien as she whined about how cruel Marinette was. “Oh those are the fakest tears I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe any of you fell for it! Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous!” The class looked if possible even more ashamed. Finally Adrien who’d been silent broke.

“I can’t believe you Marinette! I thought we’d agreed but no you had to pull this ACT all because I didn’t love you.” Marinette simply scoffed letting herself fall back on to the couch and into Luka’s waiting arms.

“Oh please Agreste. I never agreed to anything. And in case you didn’t notice. I don’t need or want YOUR love.” Luka who had seemed previously content to sit by pulled Marinette close to himself protectively she giggled at the rare show of jealousy. Nino’s eyes widened as he stared at Adrien.

“You knew?” The class paused finally realizing. “Adrien, bro answer me! DID YOU KNOW!” Adrien stiffened and nodded. That was it the class erupted accusations firing in every direction Lila sobbing trying desperately to get pity. The noise was silenced when Kagami loudly whistled. But it was Chloe who spoke.

“Listen. As fun as it is to watch you idiots realize just how stupid you’ve all been its been a long night for us~ So I think its time for dear Uncle Jagged and auntie Penny to give you your farewell gifts. What do you think Marinette?” The bluenette was comfortably nestled in Luka’s arms gently caressing her boyfriends cheek with a small hand but she gave an absent nod to go ahead. With the signal to go ahead Penny handed out large stacks of paper to Lila and Alya respectively.

Alya felt the numbness return to her body. Adrien had known, shed destroyed Marinette’s guitar and trust, Lila had lied potentially as Mari had said about EVERYTHING, how could things be worse. At Lila’s screech of horror Alya finally looked down at the papers. “Your… Suing us?” Her tongue felt like led.

“Oh not us.” It was finally Luka who spoke the usually calm boy clearly containing some hidden rage he felt toward the class though it seemed Marinette’s touches helped him remain composed. “Just some celebrities including Jagged are. After all you wrote a LOT of stories about them.” The boy looked pleased.

Beside her Lila kept sputtering angrily but Alya was completely frozen this had to be some mistake! Marinette! Marinette would help her. “Mari gurl! Your joking right?” Alya grinned wildly looking much like a crazed animal “I mean you won't let anyone sue me! You’ll help me right? You know I'm sorry about the guitar thing!” Marinette’s eyes grew uncertain the fire in them dimming Alya felt her heart leap in hope until Luka took her gently by the chin and they looked each other he silently shook his head no and just like that the wildfire in her eyes returned. The bluenette looked at her old friend and Alya felt like her skin was on fire.

“I think its about time you all went home.” Alya screeched trying to protest Adrien and Lila joining in. Juleka left the rest of her stunned classmates to sit with Luka absently petting Fang as the chaotic confused student body was pushed out by security. Luka smiled proudly at HIS wildfire his beautiful brave Marinette the spark in her was brighter than he'd ever thought it could be she was a beautiful star one he felt undeserving to be loved by. As if reading his thoughts she smiled and kissed him sweetly.

All of this, none of it had been intentional. Not falling in love with both music and Luka. Not exposing or getting her class sued. No all Marinette had ever wanted was to express herself proudly to feel each emotion good and bad. But as a member of Wildfire Marinette had gotten everything she’s wanted and more. As she curled into Luka ever warm and comforting arms she felt herself relax in a way she’d never thought possible. Yes nothing had been intentional but it didn’t need to be.

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And I totally see 190 with mari and dick. But I've put in a lot of requests and i know each one takes a lot of your time and effort, so feel free to ignore me

This is my first attempt at Dickinette finished at like 2am. I hope I have served you all well.

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Dick was extremely worried about the petite young lady at the end of the bar.

The dark haired girl had been drinking by herself for about an hour, and the longer she sat there, the sadder she appeared. Her eyes were dim, focused on the drink in front of her. Her skin was flushed, most likely from the alcohol. She was wearing a pink babydoll dress that accented her delicate curves. She had white stockings and black ballet flats. Her hair was loose, cascading past her shoulders.

She looked so sad.

Dick sighed deeply side eyeing Wally and Roy. The two red-heads were laughing and downing their own drinks. It looked like those two were already well on their way to being wasted. Dick was a little irritated as it had been his best friends’ idea to take him out drinking. It was supposed to help him get over Starfire…

The Tameranean had broke up with Dick a few months ago. The man was mostly over it, but it still stung. They’d been dating since they were teenagers. They used to get along almost perfectly, but things had changed as they grew up. Dick was no longer Robin. Dick was Nightwing now, and with the new mantle came new problems.

Starfire herself was dealing with her own developing issues as a member of the Tamaranean royal family. Kor’i refused to abandon her responsibilities, and Dick could respect that. She knew Dick wouldn’t abandon his responsibilities either, so that spelt the end for their relationship. Kor’i told him she would always treasure their time together, and that he would always be one of her best friends.

She’d left for Tameran shortly afterword.

Wally and Roy had gotten tired of Dick’s moping, so they had dedicated the last few weeks to pulling him out of his funk. This was the fifth bar this week, and Dick was getting exasperated. He had let himself be sad, and now he was accepting what was and began to move on. He appreciated his friends for wanting to cheer him up, but Dick did need some alone time.

Which brought him back to the little lady at the end of the bar.

She was all alone and appeared to be intoxicated. She was vulnerable and attracting attention. A few men had bought her drinks, though she hadn’t touched them, ordering her own instead. Dick was relieved to see she still had that much sense, but the more she drank, the more men that gathered around her. It made Dick’s instincts scream at him to do something, anything, to help her.

Dick decided to go over and invite her to sit with them. If she turned that down, Dick would volunteer to order her an Uber to take her home. He just couldn’t leave her sitting at the end of the bar by herself with the wolves waiting to devour her. Dick noted that neither Roy nor Wally noticed him slipping away, so he grabbed his jacket and walked over to her.

“Hi,” he said, giving her a small smile. “...are you doing okay?”

The woman turned, and Dick felt his breath catch in his throat. Her eyes were a gorgeous slate grey filled with unshed tears. She had a cute button nose with a splattering of light freckles across the bridge. She was frowning, petal pink lips drawn thin as if she were trying not to burst out crying. He saw the tears begin to build up as she looked at him once before biting, “Do people go to a bar if they’re okay?”

Dick winced, but tried not to take it personally. She was clearly upset about something, and he was certain all the extra male attention wasn’t making her mood any better. She probably just wanted to be left alone to drown her sorrows in peace. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t how Gotham worked. A pretty lady like her drinking alone could only spell disaster.

“Well, my two buddies are here, and their lives are most certainly fine,” he said, pointing a finger to the two intoxicated red-heads. “They dragged me here because they think I’m miserable.”

“Why would they think that?” she said, her accent coming out.

Huh, so she was French? That would explain why she didn’t seem to realize how dangerous Gotham was.

“My girlfriend and I broke up. We’d been dating since we were around fourteen,” Dick answered honestly. “Kor’i had family problems, and I had my own responsibilities. In the end, it just didn’t work out. I was sad for a little bit, but she was right. We couldn’t compromise...I just miss her. She’d been a constant presence in my life for the better part of seven years, after all.”

That seemed to reach the woman, who had now put her glass of wine down. She was no longer looking at him with hostility, but something else. It wasn’t a look of pity. Dick knew the difference between looks of pity and genuine empathy. The dark haired woman rubbed her arms before gesturing to the open seat next to her. She then smiled bitterly at him before sighing, “Love sucks, doesn’t it? My boyfriend never loved me for me. He cheated on me.”

Dick looked apologetic as he sat down next to her. He held out his hand and said, “Richard, it’s nice to meet you. My friends call me Dick.”

Her delicate hand reached out to grab his. Dick marveled at how small her fingers were in comparison to his. They were soft, but definitely did not lack strength. Her handshake was surprisingly firm for such a small woman.“Marinette,” she said. “I don’t have any friends.”

“I doubt that,” Dick replied. “Everyone has friends.”

“Not me.”

Dick lifted his hand to get the bartender’s attention. He ordered a glass of semi-dry red wine and took a sip.

“Like I said already, my buddies brought me here. The red-head who looks like he could toss a man is Roy. His adopted father and my adopted father are business rivals, so we hung out a lot growing up. The other red-head who’s giggling like a nut is Wally. He’s a real jokester, but he’s one of the most reliable friends I have,” he said. “I’m currently working at Wayne Enterprises, but I’m trying to get a different job.”

“Don’t like it there?” Marinette asked softly.

“...I had a fight with my adopted father,” he admitted with a shrug. “It’s his company…”

“So you don’t want to work there any more,” she said with a firm nod. “That’s understandable. I left Paris to get away.”

“Away from what?”

Marinette seemed to glance anxiously at him before tossing her wine glass back and chugging the contents. Once she was done, she began to tell him about her life in Paris. She started with explaining that her parents, while loving and supportive individuals, had given her freedom to the point of neglect as a child. She told him that she still loved her parents and knew they loved her, but that was the reason she’d had such a hard time asking them for help with things.

Marinette moved on to discuss how she’d had a few friends growing up as a child. She told him that she realized that she’d had fewer friends than she thought when a girl named Lila Rossi came to her lycee. The young woman went on to discuss how things had gotten terrible. Most of her friends had turned their back on her the second this Lila girl began spreading her lies. There had been only a handful of people who knew the girl was lying.

That had caused so much on strain on many of her relationships in which was only made worse by how much work Marinette was doing. Marinette had been her class’s president which was a lot of work. Her one friend had quit as her deputy after being pulled in by this Lila girl’s lies. This had left Marinette alone to do all of the work for her class.

“Not to mention all my commissions, things were goddamn nightmare,” Marinette said, quietly thanking the bartender for her new glass of wine. “Commissions? Are you an artist?” Dick asked.

Marinette seemed to light up at that.

“I’m actually a budding fashion designer!” she said brightly. “I’ve been doing it since I was young. I actually made the dress I’m wearing right now.”

Dick’s eyes scanned her dress more closely this time.

“That’s really impressive,” Dick said. “That looks like hand stitching! The embroidery on the neckline is gorgeous. Did you really sew this all by hand?”

Marinette nodded excitedly, telling Dick it had taken her only a few days to make. She went on to discuss how she’d been trying to establish her brand in the United States for a few months, but progress had been slow.

“I love designing and creating things,” Marinette said sweetly.

“Really? I’d love to see some more of your designs! Do you just design women’s dresses or do you make more?” he asked.

Marinette suddenly went very quiet. Her grip on her drink tightened before her eyes welled up with tears once again. The tears began to drip down her cheeks as her body began to tremble. She sniffed a few times before chugging the rest of her wine. It took everything in her not to slam the glass down on the counter as all the emotions she’d tried to suppress came rushing to the surface.

“...what did I do wrong?”

Dick felt himself start to panic as he saw the woman’s reaction. He hadn’t meant to make her cry! He was supposed to be making her feel better! He rushed to try and think of a way to change the subject when she asked her question. He watched in horror as she began to dissolve into tears, reaching out gently to touch her arm.

“...what did I do wrong? I did everything he’d asked of me. I was honest. I never cheated. I never—” she cried. “Why couldn’t he love me for me?”

The dark haired man gently scooched his chair closer to Marinette. He then wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a show of support. He listened to her cry, feeling his own anger stirring. He was enraged to think that her model would date her just because he figured out she was someone he looked up to! If he didn’t love Marinette as herself, why would he want to date her after learning she was a famous designer?

“Honestly, sounds like you didn’t do anything wrong,” Dick said quietly. “To me it simply sounds like this guy was a complete idiot who wouldn’t know a good, talented woman if one bit him in the ass.”

Marinette’s grey eyes darted to him, searching for any dishonesty. When she found none, she smiled weakly and thanked him for trying to make her feel better. Wiping her eyes, she told Dick that she was going to go home and sleep the alcohol off. As she moved to get up, Marinette wobbled unsteadily and had to grasp Dick for support.

“I think I may be slightly more drunk than I thought,” she whispered, her cheeks turning bright red.

Dick simply smiled at her before draping his coat over Marinette. He stood up and gently guided her away from the bar and out into the cool Gotham air. He noted how she shivered, pulling closer to him before mumbling, “Don’t like the cold.”

“C’mon Nettie, I’ll get you a ride home—”

“Don’t wanna go back.”

“Nettie—”

“He’s there.”

This made the man stop. The guy she was avoiding was at her place of residence? Did they live together? What was she going to do now? Marinette was clearly drunk and vulnerable. What would happen if she went back home and this douchebag was still there? It made Dick’s skin crawl, so he decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

He fished out his phone and dialed a number he was secretly hoping he’d never have to call again. Dick nearly breathed out a sigh of relief when a welcomingly familiar voice answered the phone.

“...hey Alfred...it’s Dick. Is Bruce out?”

“Why yes, Master Dick. He took Jason out this evening.”

“...could you come pick us up? I ran into an old friend, and she got pretty drunk. I’m afraid to send her home by herself.”

“Of course, Master Dick. Shall I set up a room for you as well?”

Dick could hear the hopefulness in Alfred’s voice as he added that Jason would probably like to see him as well. Dick gritted his teeth but wasn’t able to answer before Marinette’s sweet voice asked him who Jason was. One he’d told her who Jason was, Marinette got a very firm look on her face.

“You should stay. This Bruce might be a big idiot, but the little boy has nothing to do with it. Are you really going to be mean to the little boy who looks up to you because you’re mad at someone else? Because that doesn’t seem right at all. What did little Jason ever do to you?”

He would have laughed if he hadn’t been so shocked. Marinette had been an inconsolable sobbing mess only moments before. Now she was spitting out wisdom like she was freaking Buddah. He had to admit she had a point though. His problem was solely with Bruce, and Jason didn’t have anything to do with it. Jason hadn’t done anything to warrant the kind of treatment Dick had been giving him.

“...I’ll stay, Alfred. Only for Jason. I refuse to talk to Bruce.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Master Dick. Jason could use the help of someone experienced in dealing with Master Bruce,” the relief was clear in his voice. “I’ll come get you, and then set up your rooms.”

“You’re experienced there too, you know?”

“Yes, Master Dick… but I’m not a young man, and I’m not Master Bruce’s son like you are. I firmly believe he’ll relate to you better.”

Dick mentally agreed, but thanked Alfred and hung up the phone. He turned his attention back to Marinette, whose grey eyes were watching him closely. She looked almost lost as if she didn’t know what to do now. He could see the anxiety coming back to her expression and quickly asked her what was wrong.

“Should I really come over if you’re having issues with him? I don’t want to make things worse—”

“Nettie, you’re fine. Just stick close, and I’ll keep you warm and safe until Alfred gets here. Then you can go to sleep in a safe place,” Dick said firmly. “I’ll work things out with Jason. Bruce is just being stubborn and refusing to admit he’s wrong. It’s enough to drive anyone crazy.”

Marinette’s drunken mind seemed to crash.

She could vaguely remember him using the nickname before, but it hadn’t hit her until just then. Dick was calling her Nettie. Dick had given her a nickname. Dick was offering her a safe place to stay. Dick was standing here, making sure she was safe and warm while his friends were still drinking inside. Dick had left his friends to see if she was okay…

Her face, already slightly flushed from the alcohol, got redder as she locked eyes with the enchanting man next to her. She’d made a mental note of him before, dark hair and blue eyes, but now she was looking at him closely. He had beautiful cheekbones and eyes that carried a mischievousness to them. A smile always seemed to be tugging at the corner of his mouth, and he was stronger than Marinette originally thought

He was muscular, but not in the way one who lifts a lot of weights would be. He had muscles more like… a dancer.

Marinette got so tangled up in her thoughts she didn’t notice the limo pull up beside them. It wasn’t until Dick began gently guiding her to the door that Marinette even realized the car was there. Time blurred for her after that as she let Dick take care of her. The last thing she’d be able to recall the next day was an elderly man showing her a room, and plopping herself onto the bed.

Dick had come to wake her up the next morning with some ibuprofen and water.

He’d smiled at her the same way he had when he greeted her at the bar. It still made her feel weak and brought a small smile of her own to her face. Dick had then talked to her about the previous night’s events, and what had happened. He told her not to worry about crashing at the manor as he himself hadn’t felt comfortable sending her back home. He then offered his assistance in either kicking her boyfriend out of her home or helping her relocate.

“Why would you do that?” she asked quietly. “Why do you even care?”

“Because I’m your friend, Nettie.”

“Why?”

“...because right now, we could both use a good friend,” Dick said softly. “One that listens to me instead of dragging me out to bars. One that tells me to shut up and man up when I’m wrong. You may not remember it, but you set me straight last night. I’m going to talk to Jason. Fighting with Bruce or not, he still adopted Jason which makes him my little brother. I shouldn’t take my anger out on him.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as she set the glass of water down beside her.

“I did that?” she murmured.

“Yeah, you did. You could also use someone who isn’t going to use you for money or fame. You seemed really nice, and it sounds like a lot of people took that for granted or abused it. That’s not fair to you,” he added. “So what do you say? Are we at least friends?”

As Dick held his hand out to Marinette, her face began to heat up. She managed to keep herself together long enough to shake his hand, a shy smile appearing on her face. She felt her heart thud in her chest as the man with sky-blue eyes smiled the most perfect smile at her.

Sure...they could be friends for now.

#dickinette #maribat #kan writes some things #kan answers an ask #mlb/dc crossover #don't like don't read #our girl is aged up to be the same age as him #so everyone cool your damn jets

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The One With Silver Scars || 4 || The Moments Between

Summary: Adelais Benoit knew that she wasn't normal. Her upbringing, her sanity, her reaction be being abducted by the monochrome man; it set her apart from what the world would consider normal. However, her abnormalities may finally play in her favour for once in her life. Blackmailed into her cousin's birthday party, she will soon realize her differences.

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Warnings: Swearing, violence, descriptions of abuse.

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Adelais stood in front of the mirror of the small bathroom they had been provided. A tiny shower sat off to the left, a sink and mirror in the center, and a toilet to the right. It was a tiny bathroom, and there was no lock on the door to provide any kind of haven. However, Adelais needed to get away from Claire and Marcia for a few minutes before she lost the last of her patience and sanity.

Taking a calming breathe, the blonde leaned her hands on the edge of the sink as she looked down into the pristine, shining porcelain. Everything was so meticulously cleaned and tended to, decorated with a single flower to match the one on the pillows of each cot. Tracing her thumb along the surface of the sink, a faint squeezing sound was created. The bathtub had been messed by Marcia when she cleaned her tights in the tub, but everything else was still mostly untouched.

Raising her attention back to her reflection, Adelais almost flinched at her unkempt appearance. Her mother would be livid when she saw her; hair messed up, makeup either gone or smudged, and her shoulders hunching forward in emotional exhaustion. A disgusting disappointment to look at.

An embarrassment.

Pulling her hair away from her face and holding it with one hand, she used the other to turn on the cold water and leant low over the sink. The first handful of water against her eyes was frighteningly cold, but refreshing all the same. Wiping at the remaining makeup around her eyes, she continued splashing water against her skin to remove anything that had survived until that point.

It almost felt liberating, like shedding armor after a war.

The makeup her mother forced her to wear had served its purpose around the teenagers of Claire’s party, but it was useless here. This was not the place that appearances would save you.

Releasing her hair, Adelais gave no care as it fell into the stream of water and soaked the tips. She continued splashing her face with cupped hands, rubbing at her skin to make sure none of the irritating cover-up remained. Only when her cheeks began to prickle uncomfortably from the chill did she finally turn off the tap and straighten up.

Water dripped from her chin and nose, landing on her shirt and leaving dark spots across the fabric, but she ignored the sight in favour of meeting her eyes in the mirror. Skin slightly reddened from the cold and scrubbing, areas of her hair wet and stringy around her face, Adelais felt clean. The cold had helped to wake her slightly, as well as bring down the hot anger that had been settling under her skin from sitting and listening to Claire.

Wiping her hands back over her hair, she slicked it back with the water that remained on her palms.

The shadows beneath her eyes from lack of sleep were now visible, as well as the few little freckles she had inherited from her mother. The rest of her skin was as pale as ivory, having been cast out of the sun for so many years. Tracing a cold fingertip beneath her eye, the skin frail and thin, Adelais wondered if her sleep would be better or worse while in the clutches of this strange man.

The man who sought contact. Affection.

The soft knock on the bathroom door caused her shoulders to tense abruptly before she forced them to lower and turned toward the door. Claire was standing on the other side, looking frazzled and high-strung. “What?” Adelais asked tiredly, ignoring the cold water that remained clinging to her skin and dripping from the tips of her hair.

“We’re trying to come up with a plan,” Claire explained, motioning for the older woman to come forward. Adelais heaved another sigh before shaking her head.

“You’re idiots,” she muttered, turning away a second time and closing the door. “Leave me alone,” she added on, knowing that if they wanted to come in they could. She wished there was something she could push against the door to keep it shut.

“Adelais!” Claire whisper-yelled through the door, turning the handle to open it.

“Let me go pee,” she hissed back, knowing that Claire would be too embarrassed and shy to burst in when someone might be on the toilet. Thankfully, she was right and the door handle turned back into place as it was released from her cousin’s grasp.

Deciding to use the brief time she had to herself to actually tend to her needs, Adelais went to the washroom and took her time washing her hands afterword. She refused to look up into the mirror again, knowing that her present state would just bring back the haunting shriek of her mother, scolding her and belittling her.

When she emerged from the bathroom a second time, Claire gave her a heated look similar to a glare. It was easy to ignore her. Moving to the cot that Casey was sitting on, Adelais took up the free space behind the brunette—closer to the pillow and back corner—before she looked to Claire. “You could help us, you know,” Claire snapped, finally, as she marched slightly toward the oldest of the group.

“With what?”

“You’re the oldest one here! Take some responsibility!”

Adelais nearly scoffed. “Just because I’m older than you doesn’t mean I will take credit for whatever stupid decisions you make. I’m not an expert in abductions, I don’t have some secret knowledge to offer that will save any of us. Aside from…don’t piss of the guy that can kill you. I thought we’d already established this?”

Claire bared her teeth, fighting the urge to yell, and made a motion with her hands like she wanted to wrap them around Adelais’s neck. Casey watched the exchange from the corner of her eye, wondering how Adelais seemed so calm over the entire thing. Had this happened to her before? Was that the secret that Casey could see hidden in her actions?

No, that was something different.

The way Adelais acted didn’t match up to a controlling male figure.

So, a controlling female figure.

A mother.

It made sense when one thought on it—Adelais was entirely uncomfortable in the heels she was wearing, and her meticulously put-together appearance was the kind that would please a woman, someone who held appearances in high-regard. She’d washed off the makeup, revealing a natural beauty that Casey fully believed deserved to be seen on its own, rather than hindered with eye-makeup or cover-up.

“We can’t just sit in here and wait for him to come back—which could be at any second. The only chance all four of us stand a chance against him is if we work together. Okay, I took six months of kempo karate class and you distract the assailant with pain-”

This time, Adelais did scoff. It cut off Claire, who looked both started and enraged. “That man is pure muscle, and I’m going to guess he knows how to use it. Hitting him, even in a soft spot, would be like punching that wall,” Adelais explained, jerked her head toward the back wall composed entirely of stones. “He’d put you down in a heartbeat and you wouldn’t even see it coming.”

“She’s right,” Casey agreed calmly. “You guys keep thinking that everything is so easy. You do one thing and can predict the next thing,” she elaborated. “That’s not how it’s going to be in this situation.”

Marcia stood up this time, rushing over to the cot that Casey and Adelais sat on, crouching between the two. “Please, we need you two to work with us. Claire is smart, let’s listen to her-”

“Claire was just trying to push responsibility onto me because I’m a few years older. Her idea of a plan is to blindly rush at a man who successfully took down your father and us. All in broad daylight. All by himself. Does this room, this set up, look like he’s someone who’s new to this?” The other three turned to look at her with a sudden realization. “You really think this is a first? That we’re something new and unique that he had to have? This was planned. Very carefully. But there’re only two beds—he wanted only you two, Casey and I weren’t a part of that plan. But here we are; because he knows how to adapt when things go wrong.”

Marcia finally shook her head. “What other option do we have? To wait to die? Or be raped?”

Adelais shook her head tiredly. “If he wanted to rape one of you, he’d have done it while you were unconscious on the bed.”

Marcia grabbed at her hair in frustration. “We could win, Adelais, if we just tried! We could get out of here!” Realizing that the older blonde wasn’t going to help, Marcia turned to look at Casey. “Please, Casey, we could win-”

“He’ll hurt us,” Casey countered, stopping Marcia from continuing. Her tone had taken on a sharp edge. “No.” Shaking her head, she turned to look between Claire and Marcia. “Shut up. Both of you.”

Adelais glanced at the back of Casey’s head, sitting behind her as she was, and relaxed slightly knowing that she wasn’t going to agree to help the other two with some foolish plan. She’d been concerned that Casey was susceptible to manipulation from others, but she appeared to have a bit more backbone than that.

“You’re going to pick your miserable-self up, and help us get out of here,” Claire ordered in a low, calm voice. She was trying so desperately to take control of the entire situation, she was becoming increasingly agitated with Casey and Adelais refusing her at every turn. In her mind, she was on the right track—the two silent survivors in her midst knew otherwise.

Casey just shook her head again. “Blow me.” Adelais raised an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, calmly stated but just as powerful. “And your six months of karate at the King of Prussia Mall can blow me, too.” She had wanted to say something similar to her mother many times, she wished she had worked up the nerve. However, it was still entertaining to hear Casey say it to her spoiled cousin.

“No, no, no, you-you can’t do this today,” Claire snapped. “You can’t do this right now. Why do you do this? Why do you act like this? Why do you act like you’re not one of us?”

“One of you?” Adelais repeated in a slow drawn, sounding agitated but bored. “The stuck-up princess, who considers someone like Casey to be a mercy-invite? One of those?” Claire’s face reddened in embarrassment at her cousin’s words, forgetting that she had been there for that conversation with her father. “People like you, Claire; the ones who step into the real world and realize it’s not all makeup and selfies. What, all the friends or popularity in high school will elevate your social standing in the real world? Is that what you think?”

Casey glanced at the enraged blonde over her shoulder, registering the slight raise in Adelais’s voice the more she spoke.

“You’re a pathetic little girl who’s never had to work for anything in her life. This is the real world, Claire, where the actions you take can and will get you killed. Now, would you kindly climb down from your imaginary pedestal and shut the fuck up?”

Claire and Marcia could do no more than stare in horrified shock as the reserved, quiet cousin they had been exposed to all through the party completely crumbled away. They couldn’t look or listen past the words being said, disregarding all else as they were distracted by the insults being thrown at them by the older woman.

Casey, on the other hand, was focused on the sudden change in tone. Adelais’s voice had dropped, deepening slightly, and taken on a slower and more controlled gate. Blinking in shock as she concentrated on the different nuances of the blonde’s tone, Casey began focusing on Adelais for a new reason.

Her posture had changed, less reserved and drawn in as she had been up until that point. It was more…defiant, like she had gone on the offensive. The look in her eyes were a challenge, sharp green glaring at the teens across from them like she was daring them to speak; daring them to accept the masked challenge in her words and actions.

Knowing Claire, she would be stupid enough to accept without knowing the challenge had even been issued.

“I’ll let you know when I hear something that makes sense,” Casey spoke up, drawing Claire’s attention back to her. She did not like Claire, but something about Adelais—the abrupt shift in behaviour—suddenly made her feel like a wild card. “We don’t even know what this is yet.”

Claire’s attention shifted between Casey and Adelais, the older blonde appearing to calm as she leaned back into the corner with her eyes directed to the stone wall. It was similar to how she had stared at it before the man had come back in and snatched her up. Focus solely on the wall, as though it held secrets that she was able to decipher from between the brick and mortar.

Gradually, Adelais’s posture reverted back to how it had been—she wrapped her arms around her torso and lifted one shoulder as though to defend her neck from exposure to the rest of the room, her hair was pulled over the other shoulder as a sort of cover to replace her missing scarf, and her legs tucked in close to her body. Silence fell over the room as the other three wisely remained quiet about what had taken place.

As the other two turned in toward one another and started whispering in low levels, Casey situated her back against the wall to watch Adelais a bit more discretely while resting her cheek on one of her bent knees. Soft and quiet—easily blending into the background, submissive—turned to low and strong—wrought with challenge and domination.

It was like she had become a completely different person.

She didn’t remember saying it. It was the one word she had never said to her mother or father before, not since she was too young to know the consequences or it.

No.

When the word had slipped passed her lips, she wasn’t sure. But she knew that her mother had been ordering her to start on dinner—a dinner she would not be allowed to eat—and then she was suddenly on the floor with the agony of her mother’s slap burning the tender skin of her cheek. Thin as she was, the strike had caused her mother’s ring to split the skin over her cheekbone when there was nothing to cushion the blow.

“Don’t you ever say no to me again, you useless brat. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without question and without comment. Am I understood?”

Unsure of what had just transpired, since Adelais knew better than to ever tell either of her parents no, the young adolescent could do no more than nod dumbly as she placed a hand over her bleeding cheek. The only thing she could do to make the situation worse would be to bleed on the floors, or the clothing her mother had provided her with.

Trying so desperately to remember when the word could have slipped out, Adelais could come up with nothing as she scrambled into the kitchen to begin on her parents’ dinner.

Unfortunately, it was not the only or last time she lost control of herself and was left with no memory of the event. When being around her mother—and it usually was her mother, though sometimes her father as well—became too much and she could feel the cold, silent rage beginning to boil over, everything just disappeared. It was similar to a blink, one that seemed to carry her from one moment to the next with no recollection of the in-between.

Then, after she had woken to enough bloody wounds or bruised limbs, the opposite occurred. When she felt on the cusp of losing control of her anger, or was witness to her mother’s mood spiralling downward to end in a devastating climax for Adelais, she was suddenly waking in her bed. Not a single mark or bruise marring her body as she stared up at her ceiling in confused awe.

Sometimes, it wasn’t enough. Sometimes, nothing could save her from the wrath that festered within her mother. However, the bruises and scars had lessened over the years thanks to the odd moments of waking-sleep. That is how she began to think of it—her body was awake and some part of her consciousness remained alongside it, but she—Adelais—slept.

“We’re here! We’re in here!”

Adelais jolted awake at the sudden shouting, her eyes snapping open dazedly as she was left to stare across at the wall with the other cot in front of it. After falling asleep in the corner, she had eventually laid down in her sleep and curled tightly in on herself near the pillow. It left room for Casey, but not much.

Lifting her head to look toward the door, craning her neck uncomfortably in the process, Adelais watched as the three teenagers rapidly stepped away from where the door was being unlocked.

Propping her body up on one arm, Adelais didn’t even have time to swing her legs off the cot before the door opened with a quiet shriek of old hinges.

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Winter Showers Bring...Tacos and Mike Wheeler?

hey guys! Finally sat down a shat out a 2k fic even though I have 80+ wips to finish...anyways...hope you enjoy! fun fact I coincidentally had tacos the night after I wrote this...

pairing: ryers

summary: Richie and Will share a shower together and Mike finds out, but he’s cool with it. It’s a little awkward, some shenanigans ensue and there’s a lot of talking about relationships (between richie and will and about mike and el)

warnings: swearing, lots of mentions of sex but no actual sex, showering if you consider that a warning?

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“Is this warm enough for you, baby?”

Richie reached his hand behind the shower curtain and felt the stream of water for himself, making sure it wasn’t scalding hot as Will usually enjoyed. “It’s good. I’ll just never understand why you want to feel like you’re burning in hell when you shower,” He paused, “You can’t blame me for not wanting to walk out of here looking like a hot cheeto.”

“You know I hate being cold,” Will reminded him, pulling off his sweater and shirt. They fell onto the floor in a wrinkled pile, followed by his pants, socks, and underwear.

Richie followed in suit, setting his glasses on the sink counter before stripping naked. “I know, I know, princess can’t have the room temperature below seventy…” He watched as Will rolled his eyes and stepped into the shower with him.

Will squirted shampoo into his palm, as Richie soaked his hair under the water, before beginning to scrub his boyfriend’s hair.

“You wanna get tacos after this, baby?” Richie asked, placing his hands in the familiar position of around Will’s waist, massaging his wet skin with his thumbs.

Nodding, Will replied, “Yeah, okay. Then we’ll watch that movie, right? And actually watch it this time?” He raised an eyebrow, expecting the smile that appeared on Richie’s face. It seems like every time they tried to relax together and watch a movie, they get distracted and end up fucking or just fooling around in some way or another.

“Tonight yes, because Mike and El are going to grace us with their wonderful presence, but next time...we’ll hopefully have to save the food for later…” Richie reached and grabbed the shampoo bottle off the shelf and squeezed some directly onto Will’s head. Every time they fought, which was very rare, or especially had sex, Richie always ordered some type of food to eat. Pizza or fast food, never anything healthy. “Well, unless you wanna get back at them, give them a taste of their own med-”

Will furiously shook his head as Richie rubbed into his scalp. Mike having El over all the time was no problem, he could care less, but hearing Mike’s bed begin to creak along with loud grunts and girly moans coming through the wall happened one too many times, and there was no way Will wanted them hearing him and Richie. They’d only recently told their inner circle about them being in a relationship, even though they’ve been together over a year, and Will would rather die than have anybody listen to him having sex.

“I was joking!” Richie laughed, “I know you’re no exhibitionist. Fuck, I mean you’re so shy you have trouble asking for a handjob, such a shy little baby...trying to hide your face from me when you cum even though you look so cute-”

Reaching behind him, Will stared into Richie’s eyes with a squint and his cheeks tinted pink, and turned the shower handle to the right, watching as his boyfriend writhed with pain as the sudden hot water hit his body.

“Ow! Ow! Fuck! Okay, I’m sorry, just-” He yelped, cutting himself off as the water temperature turned back to normal. “You can be a real asshole sometimes, under all those layers of whatever innocence you have left.”

“Well, I wonder who I got it from?” Will scratched his wet hair, pretending to think.

Richie playfully gasped as he reached for the blue loofah and soap. “That’s not very nice. Ouchie, you hurt my heart…my feelings are so hurt, scrub me squeaky clean or I won’t buy you tacos.”

“You-”

Bang bang bang bang!

“Will? Hello?”

It was Mike, banging on the door with an urgent tone in his booming voice.

Will’s eyes went wide as both he and Richie froze. He blinked a few times before licking his lips and shouting back, “I’m in the shower! What do you want?”

“Okay, stay in there!” Mike told him as the bathroom door swung open. Will flailed his arms around in a panic, dropping the loofah and slapping a hand over Richie’s mouth to prevent him from giving himself away. “Sorry, I really really gotta piss, fuck !” Continued Mike once he was inside, an audible unzipping sound coming afterword, followed by him pissing into the toilet and sighing with relief.

Richie began licking into Will’s palm, for the sole purpose of just being a little shit. Will pointed a warning finger at him with a serious expression on his face. Richie responded by smirking into his hand and raising a challenging eyebrow at him, before letting out a loud and long fart. Putting his face into his hand, Will began to regret life and at the same time contemplate murdering Richie. He knew Mike heard it, and he knew Mike would think it was him since he didn’t know Richie was in the shower with him. Will’s cheeks burned with embarrassment with every silent second that passed and it felt like Mike was taking an eternity to piss.

Almost tripping over all the clothes, Mike turned the sink on, trying to hold back his laughter. If that was him in there, he would have waited until he was alone and then let it rip, but he guessed that Will was just super comfortable around him. But the silence between them was only making it worse.

As he soaped up his hands, Mike noticed the familiar pair of glasses sitting on the counter. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Those were definitely Richie’s, but why would they be here instead of on his face? He was essentially blind without them. Mike’s eyes trailed to the scattered clothes across the floor, which he now realized was a lot for one person. Well, he also now figured out that it wasn’t just Will in the shower because one, there were two towels also on the counter, and two, a Hawaiin printed shirt would never belong to Will, and neither would those pizza socks or PlayStation printed boxers.

“Hi, Richie,” Mike announced.

Richie shoved Will’s hand off of his face. “Hi, Mikey! Wanna join us?”

“I didn’t fart, that wasn’t me I swear , it was Richie!” Will pleaded aloud.

Mike burst into laughter. “Yeah, I was like, shit Will, you couldn’t wait until I left?” He paused, catching his breath and regaining his composure. “Anyway, sorry I had to intrude like that. I, uh, didn’t know you guys were at this stage yet…” It was a little shocking for Mike if he had to be honest. Sure, they only recently told him that they were together, but Mike really hadn’t thought much about what they were doing before they told people. It was a jump, for sure, to see Will doing relationship stuff after all these years of...not.

“Well, it would be nice if we didn’t know what stage you and your missus were at, but we do,” Richie fired back, earning himself a light smack on the chest.

“I--uh--well--sorry--I--we--” Mike stammered, face heating up with embarrassment. Will does such a good job at keeping Richie moderately quiet that he and El just assume nobody is home. Which will always be the wrong move. Richie and Will always make sure to check the entire apartment, sometimes even the cabinets just to be safe, before they get down and dirty.

Reaching down and grabbing the fallen loofah, Will waved his hand to dismiss Mike even though he couldn’t see him. “This totally isn’t awkward at all, but let’s drop it.”

“Right,” Mike replied. “I just came in here to piss, enjoy your shower,” He hurriedly finished before walking out and shutting the bathroom door.

Richie and Will each let out a long breath. At least Mike was cool with it, as he should be because it’s not like he’s had to suffer through hearing them fucking.

As Will began to wash Richie’s body, he said, “Well that was certainly something.”

“I kinda wanted him to come in here. I mean, you would have to leave since there’s barely enough room for two people as it is, but I bet Mike would let me wash his balls.”

Will visibly cringed at what came out of Richie’s mouth. It was like his ears were being poisoned. “I hate that...so much. Never say any of it ever again. And enough about the ball washing thing, you’re so gross!”

Richie raised his arms a little in defence whilst Will ran the soap over his upper thighs. “I’m just saying it would bond us more!”

“Okay, maybe it would, but I’m still not in favour of it. It’s embarrassing, it’s kinda weird, I wouldn’t wanna look at you, and you’d probably scrub too hard on purpose. End of conversation, I’m not letting you wash my balls.” He continued to wash Richie as he turned around to show his backside, before speaking up again, “You know, I’m surprised you’ve stayed soft for this long. You’re usually a huge perv when I shower with you.”

Richie laughed. “Thank you for the compliment, dear, but you’ve forgotten I haven’t washed you yet.” He batted his eyelashes and poked Will’s nose. “Don’t act like you don’t like the attention, shy boy. Or like you haven’t gotten hard from me washing you.”

“That was one fucking time! Fuck, always about sex with you. You’re nasty. It’s so hard to put up with you just so you can pay for my $5.99 taco box, it really is.”

Leaning in close to his face, Richie mocked, “Aw, it’s so horrible isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Will replied, licking his lips and putting his arms loosely around Richie’s neck as he got closer. “You’re a real piece of work. I don’t usually do this stuff for free, but you’re hot and have a big dick, so...”

Richie’s face faltered a little at that. “I feel bad, I’ve corrupted your brain so much since we met, but then again you’re so hot when you say stuff like that…” Will only saw Richie smile for a second before his waist was pulled closer and he pressed his lips against his. Will immediately opened his mouth to let Richie’s tongue inside, letting out a little sigh after he groaned into his mouth. Kissing down his neck and beginning to suck a red mark onto Will’s neck, Richie’s hands roamed his back before sliding down and giving his ass a squeeze.

Bang bang bang!

“You’re going to use up all the hot water, assholes!” Mike yelled from behind the door.

Shit, how long have they been in there?

“Yeah, and I have to pee…” El chimed in.

Will immediately reached behind him and turned the water off. Richie pulled back the curtain and they both quickly stepped out, wrapping a towel around their waist. Grabbing his glasses and putting them on his face, Richie followed Will out the door, neither of them bothering to pick up any of their clothes.

“Sorry,” Will mumbled to El as they passed by her on the way to his room.

“Did you enjoy your shampoo? Because that’s as far as I got with you…” Richie said once they were both standing in Will’s room.

Will giggled, “Shit, you’re right. It was basically your shower and I was just...there.” He dug through his dresser and slipped on a fresh pair of boxers.

Richie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bed before he sat down. “How about I just Uber Eats the food? Do you wanna pick up where we left off?”

“Mike and El are home…did you already forget that?”

“You and that dirty mind of yours, I swear, Will, all you think about is sex,” Richie playfully huffed. “Such a bad influence. I just meant kisses. Can’t a man just kiss his boyfriend around here?”

Will rolled his eyes with a small smile and pushed Richie back on his bed before climbing on top of him and connecting their lips.

“Are you guys gonna get your clothes?” El shouted.

Richie let out an exasperated sigh as Will stood up. “We really need our own place. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Will whipped his head around to look back at him and flushed. “You really mean it?”

Giving him a small shove with his foot, Richie grinned, “Go get our clothes, buttercup, we can leave the talking for later when we finally get those tacos.”

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itsnothingofinterest · 4 years

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PLF Advisor Headcanons (’cause why not)

So I’ve been thinking a lot about the PLF advisors, probably more than I should be about characters we barely have faces of. All of this stuff’s probably gonna get flushed down the drain sooner rather than later, and I have been meaning to start actually posting stuff on this site. Might as well share, am I right?

I’m sure I shouldn’t need to tell anyone this at present, but just to be safe, or in case of future readers: the latest chapter was 276 & we know next to nothing about any of these guys except Slidin’ Go, so most of is baseless conjecture. Most of it mine, but I’ll source where I’ve borrowed some ideas. The closest thing to a basis for any of these is “this is probably the kind of quirk I could see someone in this position having” & “these motives and backgrounds sound like what Horikoshi would give to a long-term ally of Shigaraki”. We clear? Everybody got their proper expectations in place? Cool, now let’s get to the fun bits.

Black (Tactics)

Twice Advisor #3 (PLF Granny)

I won’t lie, I’m organizing this list this way to talk about her first.

Contrary to her appearance, PLF Granny actually used to be a super dangerous criminal and wanted hero killer, before disappearing off the face of the country (see Spinner Advisor #3 for more on that).

Now she’s the PLF’s resident mother/grandmother figure (depending on how old you are).

(She’s secretly not that old though.)

Always willing to help a fellow PLF soldier out of a problem no matter how minor, but would also lecture them for the smallest misbehavior.

Greatly appreciated because not a lot of high ranking PLF members have the greatest motherly figures in their lives rn.

Her quirk is something like Overhaul’s, but a bit weaker and a bit more gruesome. She can fully manipulate any human body she’s touching besides her own; allowing her to close up wounds, lock up muscles, contort limbs, or even just blow you up.

Illegally experimenting with her quirk caused her to accidentally kill someone in her youth, and she’s been on the run ever since.

She’s working with the PLF to improve quirk counseling, believing a society more accepting of quirks would allow kids with dangerous quirks to understand them better & know how to use them safely, so none of them will end up like herself.

Twice Advisor # 2 (Scary Canadian)

“Scary Canadian” really sums up his personality. He’s actually quite nice and polite to hid friends & allies, or otherwise in his downtime. But also you really don’t want to mess with him. Or else.

Needless to say, he and Twice got a long real quick once the underlying tension of their 2 groups going to war had (mostly) passed.

His quirk (along with a funky entire-upper-torso) allows him to energize himself with stored up energy, making him a bit strong, faster, and tougher.

He can also use a lot of energy at once for laser eyes. A useful skill, but it usually puts him out of the fight afterwords.

The energy stores up during sleep, which means he sleeps for an extra few hours each night and leaves him uncharacteristically grumpy in the morning.

He can also build up energy while awake, but it leaves him lethargic so he doesn’t do it while he has paper work to do.

He never wanted to be a hero as a kid, but as he grew older he found that meant people didn't like him using his quirk so much.

He joined the MLA for the simple reason of his experiences making him feel quirks should just be treated as a normal part of a person, instead of an aspect only heroes should be allowed to use/acknowledge.

Twice Advisor # 1 (King Bradly looking guy)

You remember in chapter 258, they mentioned a guy named Sanctum; oldest member in the MLA and believing all the League members are just in puppet positions? This is him.

He doesn’t really mean to come across as that unapproachable & rude, but he finds making sure everyone takes their jobs seriously is more important than being friendly.

As a result, while he & Twice come at odds quite often, they actually work quite well together. He keeps Twice on track and Twice appreciates that.

Much like Yotsubashi, his family has been in the Liberation Army for generations. Their cause is all he’s even known, but he has no regrets, especially now that Shigaraki’s livened the cause up.

I used to headcanon this guy’s quirk as making portals, but that might be someone else’s quirk no so...Earthbending, his quirk is earthbending.

He’s pretty good with it to, what with training with it since he was a little kid. The amount he can move is between that of Pixie-Bob & Gigantomachia, but he outshines them both in control.

He could make a perfectly square, finely-detailed hall a foot underground and no one above it would even feel the earth shifting.

Violet (Guerrilla Warfare)

Dabi Advisor # 3 (Ana)

So most of this is borrowed from @possessedfuzzybear

To catch everyone up: he’s named Ana (which means ‘hole’), he’s Dabi’s emo friend, and his hair is neon green.

See their blog for more info, but be warned: Fuzzy is horny AF. 18+ only, understand children?

His quirk has already been shown: It’s either making holes in stuff, or possibly making portals.

Needless to say, he and Dabi combo well together.

When he was a kid, one of his parents were arrested by heroes and he ended up running away from home before he got put in the system. He ended up meeting PLF Granny and some other runaways, and when she joined the MLA, he followed along.

He wasn’t originally a very active member, but when he saw the perks PLF Granny was getting for her hard work, and more importantly that she was spending those perks on himself and the other runaways; he started going above and beyond to earn his room & board.

Dabi Advisor # 2 (Tube Face)

Another emo of the PLF, which is probably why he’s with Dabi. That said, he’s less close to Dabi because he’s the exact same kind of loner as Dabi was before he got put in charge of stuff. So they resonate with each other, but they don’t exactly talk.

This guy’s quirk is that he has a snake for a tongue; full-sized and it talks in place of his normal mouth.

That’s actually what the tube is for, it’s snake armor.

(2nd guess, and this probably more likely if I’m honest, is some kind of gas quirk. if that’s true though, he’s related to Mustard.)

His story is a typical one; ostracized for having a particularly freaky mutant quirk that, while impressive, went unappreciated outside of heroics. Perhaps he even tried to become a hero, but dropped out, and the Japanese school system is yet another harsh mistress of society.

Either way, he then joined the biggest game in town that’s trying to make quirks more accepted, so he and kids like him can be appreciated instead of ridiculed.

Dabi Advisor # 1 (Happy with his piercings)

This guy’s something like Muscular without quite so many murders; generally just happy to be here doing whatever we’re doing as long as he gets to use his quirk to do it.

Dabi puts on airs of hating him, but really he...mostly doesn’t.

His quirk is actually super speed, which he combos with his impressive muscles to be quite the lightning bruiser.

That said, he’s not that fast. Like, he is to the flash, what Sato Rikido is to All Might. Probably somewhere between Iida before and after Recipro Burst.

His motivations are, as stated, pretty similar to why Muscular joined the League, except this guy looked into a slightly more legitimate organization because we was looking to legalize the freedom he was after, rather than simply ignoring legality in general.

He’s not exactly opposed to Shigaraki’s methods though.

Geten Advisor #3 (Pointy Head)

My first though looking at this guy is “His color is Blue”.

Generally, the suit and mouth armor make me think he either has or had ties to big business or heroics. Let’s go with the latter.

He was a humble but fairly accomplished hero, or maybe even just a sidekick, when he took down some socially powerful villain the HC didn't exactly want him taking down.

He and his entire Agency were indirectly ruined, and so joined the MLA in hopes of continuing to help people in their own way. Happily for him, that turned out to be fighting against the HC.

His quirk is a simple one: enhanced sight, hearing, and basically all his senses, as well as the ability to process it all very quickly.

To combos this with his swordsmanship to deadly effect.

Having the title of “advisor”, he tends to give lots of advise to Geten (regardless of if it’s wanted), looks out for him, and generally ignores that fact that Geten is his superior, not subordinate.

Geten Advisor # 2 (Sweater Lady)

The PLF Wine Aunt. And she introduces herself like that to people too.

She’s brash but wise, tends to look out for everyone in the PLF when she can, but also shares just a few of Geten’s more worrying views on quirks.

So guys like Dabi & Spinner think there might be hope for her if they can get her to knock that prejudice stuff out, and actually have good reason to think they can, but generally steer clear of her when possible.

Her quirk is something powerful, but disfiguring to her face. My current favorite idea being breathing out a gaseous neurotoxin or something to that effect that makes her mouth look weird.

Her sweater actually hides a series of soft but sturdy tubes that expel the neurotoxin from her arms, because she can aim her arms better than her head.

Her reasons for being in the MLA are basically that with a lack of social changes in the advent of quirks, standards of beauty are as BS as ever for women, even as women like her get weird mutations to their bodies, and especially to the head.

She believes a society more accepting of quirks would be more willing to accept mutations as beautiful, although this has eventually developed into a complex about powerful quirks being beautiful in order to convince herself of her own worth.

Hence everyone’s belief that maybe they can fix that complex of hers once they build a more accepting society. (That and, y’know, they have to work with her anyway.)

Geten Advisor # 1 (Stressed Baldy)

Probably one of the most welcoming advisors to the League because due to this quirk, this man generally ties to say cheerful at all times.

You see: his quirk is tied to his emotions. All of his emotions. Only by not feeling anything in particular, like in the picture above, does it not activate.

That’s actually why he’s in the PLF, he finds in unreasonable that those with hair trigger quirks like himself be forced to not use those quirks in public or face criminal charges.

Well actually, he’s also from an MLA family like Yotsubashi, but his ancestor joined for the same reason; so he’s probably the person born into the MLA with the best reason for still being there.

Ah, but I didn’t explain the quirk itself, what he does depends on what emotions he’s currently feeling.

When Happy, or otherwise feeling positively towards himself: a barrier forms around him right above his skin & clothing. While in this barrier, hits to him are diminished, and his own hits hit harder.

When sad, fearful, or other such emotions: that barrier disappears from around him and instead forms around his allies.

When angry, or otherwise directing negative emotions outward: the barriers appear around his enemies, and then lock in place so they cannot move. They also can’t be hurt in this state, but he can work around that.

Carmine (Intelligence)

Toga Advisor # 3 (Muscular tank top guy)

The reason he’s in the Intelligence regiment has little to do with his quirk, and a lot to do with his charismatic and friendly personalty. He get’s a lot done just going out and talking to people, and he teaches his subordinates how to do the same.

His quirk is simple x-ray vision. Nothing all that special, but he has learned to use it well in a fight, seeing how the opponent moves like a certain Jojo stand from part 6.

He was also a part of PLF Granny’s group of runaways who joined the MLA when she did. No particularly dramatic reason why, he was just broke & unlucky and she was just nice.

Before they joined the MLA, he did stuff like convince bakeries to give their left over product to the kids at the end of the day.

They ended up joining shortly before the MLA really started making it’s resurgence, so he made a name for himself helping out the new guys. And since everyone was already looking up to him, the higher-ups gave him a good position to keep doing that.

That’s his job with Toga too, introducing her to the ins and outs of the PLF. They also tend to talk romance and cute things (like I said above, he’s good at talking to people), so they get along pretty well despite underlying tension.

He finds her crushes on multiple enemies worrisome though, for multiple reasons, and is trying to build up the nerve to talk to her about that.

Toga Advisor # 2 (R2D2 Expy)

Little can we tell from the above picture, that’s just his head (and extremely long neck). He has a torso and such below.

His quirk is actually being a cyborg, and most of his body is augmentable.

He has multiple weapons he can attach and detach from himself and automatically control like any other limb.

It wares on him to attach to much to himself though, so he won’t be augmenting himself with any large equipment.

The R2D2 head is a disguise he wears to PLF meetings, and he intends for it to be his official villain outfit once he hits the field.

It’s not his only look though. He has numerous faces and various identities to go with them. It’s how he joined the Intelligence division.

He’s a Star Was fan (obvs).

Toga doesn’t talk to him much, what with him not being very cute. He mostly takes care of managerial tasks with his underlings, and organizes reports for her.

He also works at Feel Good Inc., & only really joined the MLA because he was invited by his boss, Skeptic. He got a promotion out of it and still feels like he’s on the winning side though, so he’s not complaining.

Toga Advisor # 1 (Beautiful Woman)

The advisor Toga most depends on, this woman tends to do all the work Toga’s less than qualified to handle as a 17-year old.

Frankly, Toga kind of looks up to her as a powerful feminine figure in her life, especially since she’s largely not quirkiest (like Sweater Lady), and her past is pretty similar to Toga’s but she managed to bounce back into a powerful position.

Her quirk is the ability to read minds in short snippets by making eye contact with people, usually whatever they’re thinking of in that moment..

It’s not perfect because people can sort of feel ‘something’ when she reads their minds, so people who know what she’s doing can just look away. It’s pretty easy to not look someone in the eye.

Giran caught on pretty quick when he was being held hostage.

She pretended to be quirkless to her friends and repressed it well into adulthood, until her quirk was discovered. At that point, not only did people stop trusting her, she was accused of illegal quirk usage and pursued by the police. This was when she found and joined the MLA.

Skeptic Advisor # 3 (Toad Man)

This guy radiates the best and worst of redneck culture, kinda gross, more than a bit judgy; but also inventive, Integrous, and always willing to throw down with corrupt authority figures.

(That said, he’s toned down the prejudice stuff working with so many different people and also Toga threatening him with knives.)

He’s also good at talking to the marginalized and those out in the boonies, which essentially means he’s got an underworld information network all his own, which is half of how he got his position in the Intelligence regiment. In fact, for better or worse, he’s the one who found Giran.

The other half is his quirk; which is, along with general toad-like characteristics, the ability to temporarily eat anything he can fit in that big ol’ gullet of his and analyze it down the the barest physical detail. (”physical” meaning he could find a finger print on a gun and draw it out, but couldn’t read the data on a memory stick.)

His reasons for being in the PLF are simple: like I said, he’s just always willing to throw down with authority figures. He doesn’t care that his quirk isn’t for fighting, he’ll just punch every HC member in the face.

Actually, he’s even more invested now that Shigaraki’s in charge. He wasn’t really feeling the MLA before, but now he’s gung ho about the cause like few others.

Skeptic Advisor # 2 (Ugh...Slidin’ Go)

Being a well known character, there’s not that much to say.

Hmm...

His reasoning for joining the MLA is surprisingly simple: he feels society’s view on quirks is too simple; praising flashy quirks while also forbidding non-heroes from using them where possible, all for the convenience of heroes and the hero industry.

Being so attached to his quirk, he entered into heroics in order to get a quirk licence, but still felt this thought process was backwards and joined the MLA to turn it around.

He’s responsible for a lot of the heroes in the MLA, having found a lot of like minded people in his industry and got them into the Army. A lot of them were actually old classmates of his.

Skeptic Advisor # 1 (Beautiful Man)

The half-brother of Beautiful Woman, he joined because she invited him and he wanted to help her. Not only because she was family, but because he was responsible for her quirk being discovered & he feels he needs to make up for accidentally making her a wanted woman.

He’s not a wanted criminal, so he got a job at Feel Good Inc. and works closely with Skeptic as a sort of secretary that reminds him of his personal affairs.

(In reality though, he manages contact with the MLA/PLF while Skeptic is running his company.)

He gets along with Skeptic as well as anyone can with that personality. Way better than Slidin’ Go anyway.

This quirk is a form of telepathy like Mandalay. There are 3 differences though. 1) he or a part of him must be touching the person to communicate, which he gets around by making bracelets & other accessories with strands of his hair that can be pressed against the wearer’s skin. On the other hand, 2) it’s got no range limit and 3) allows for 2 way communication.

And on one last note: he can always tell who he’s talking too, as well as who might be trying (& failing) to listen in.

Essentially, he’s a hack-proof human communications network, able to pass along information from key PLF members to each other and Skeptic, who can relay the information to other members through more mundane means.

It’s a good back-up for if heroes try jamming or otherwise interfering with those mundane communication methods.

Brown (Support)

Mr. Compress Advisor # 3 (Compress Cosplayer)

The mask is actually new, and actually kind of is Compress cosplay. when he met Compress they just kind of resonated with each other, and Compress decided to make him his apprentice.

It’s only been a few months, but he took to showmanship quite well. And now everyone else around him hates him. Dude just can’t win.

His quirk is basically being living hammer space; he can store things in his body like Momo in reverse & pull them out like Momo in forward.

The catch is that his whole body looks something like an astral CGI monstrosity; his skin is this gelatinous looking goop patterned like space that caused him to be bullied growing up.

Though his past is similar to Sweater lady, his motives are actually more like Spinner’s: living a lonely life, he kind of just joined the first cause that resonated with him in the hope of finding meaning.

He has yet to really find that yet, but at least he found a hobby & a good number of good friends.

Mr. Compress Advisor # 2 (Natsuo’s happier doppelganger)

A popular base commander, this guy has made a name for himself in the PLF for his managerial skills. He takes care of his people, completes his jobs promptly, and is generally pretty intelligent when it comes to resource management.

His job as an advisor is less stellar though. Except for reports, he tends to leave Compress to himself and/or his other advisors. Compress has tried to talk to him but he made fun of the magician act once and now they keep their distance.

He probably has one of the peatiest reasons for being in the PLF among the advisors & lieutenants.

You see, his quirk is that he’s able to make or dismiss a kind of wooden golem to do what he wants, and he often had it do menial labor for him.

That said, while it’s legal for him to do that in private settings, it’s actually illegal in public, and people have gotten on his case about that since he was a kid. What’s more, the reprimands got worse & worse the older he got, so eventually he got sick of it and joined the MLA.

Yeah, he’s part of a terrorist group because it’s illegal to use his quirk to carry his groceries for him.

Mr. Compress Advisor # 1 (Electric Scar Face)

Another descendant of a mainstay family in the MLA, he was actually a friend of Yotsubashi growing up. They’ve drifted a bit in adulthood since he isn’t exactly the business type, but they still work closely enough and keep in touch.

That’s actually most of the reason he’s not exactly on board with Shigaraki being in charge now. He only really heard 2nd hand about what happened in Daika, and he’s pretty biased in favor of the old boss.

All that said, he & Compress probably have one of the most stable lieutenant/advisor relationships; agreeable enough, healthy but minimal disagreements, actually pretty similar humor & they’ve both got good heads on their shoulders with just more than a hint of eccentricity.

We already know his quirk, absorbing and discharging Electricity.

Spinner Advisor # 3 (Cementos’ long lost cousin)

While not actually related to Cementos (probably), I’ve actually grown attached to the idea that he went to UA himself, so here’ the continuation of PLF Granny’s story I promised.

So one day, while working on his internship, he ended up pursuing a wanted hero killer, who he found out was just an old lady who lost control of her quirk and has been panicking ever since. He realized she needed help, but for her crimes she’d surely be sent to Tartarus for life (which is a redundant statement), so he decided to leave professional heroism behind to help her disappear, as well as help her in general.

In the process, they came across a good number of other runaways, and when the MLA agreed to shelter them in exchange for labor and generally joining the cause, they agreed.

As an advisor, he has a good professional relationship with Spinner, and they often discuss what they believe heroes should really be like and the failings of their current iterations. As such, he’s ended up growing to the idea of Shigaraki as presented to him by Spinner.

His quirk is the ability to turn into a large whale like creature that’s able to move large numbers of forces in it’s mouth through the water. I think it’d be cool if it could move through the ground too, but that might overlap with Machia.

He’s also able to produce and shoot spikes from his skin in either form to defend himself.

He’d probably get along with/relate to Kurogiri if he’s ended up getting some of Shirakumo’s memories by the time he escapes.

Spinner Advisor # 2 (Edgy Spider Guy)

(Just a reminder for those who only remember this guy from the above picture, he was shown to have spider legs in a later chapter.)

Spinner’s gamer buddy among the advisors, as well as the main supporter for his crusade of eliminating mutation prejudice.

Having a spider quirk, no surprise he was bullied in school only to be harassed and marginalized in adulthood. He eventually got a job at Detnarat, and was personally invited into the MLA by Yotsubashi himself.

Along with the extra spider limbs, he can also produce especially strong spider silk, which he can then telekinetically control while close to it. He does’t produce it at a very quick rate, but he’s been able to sew it into his cloak to move it, letting him increase his speed and pull off a few other neat tricks.

The main downside though is a particularly freaky face, which he’s developed a complex about. Thus why he hides his face. He’s got friends working with him about it though.

That said, he’ll probably still keep the cloak after he overcomes this complex because it’s cool.

Spinner Advisor # 1 (Cute Bug Girl)

The last of PLF Granny’s old runaway gang among the advisors.

(there are still others, but they have much smaller rolls, if any.)

She joined after losing her parents to an altercation with the CRC. (Y’know, the Klan looking freaks.)

Her personality is something like a transitioning point between a high school alpha bitch and a wine aunt. Mainly because she looks to sweater lady from Geten’s group as something of a roll model (unfortunately).

Her relationship with her boss, Spinner, is rather tense as a result. She looks down on him for his quirk (though she’s tactful enough to not mention this), but relates to his hardships as a Mutant. As a result, she looks out for him more than she looks down on him, but she’s still kind of waiting for him to prove himself.

Her quirk is the ability to create & control tiny insects about the size of fairy flies (<3mm in length) in vast swarms.

These bugs move pretty silently, so they can act as a fog, fly into people’s mouths and attack them there, or fly into wounds to either stitch them closed or make them worse.

While she doesn’t have an actual PHD, she was trained by several doctors hired by the MLA for many years to make the best of her quirk, and is now the director of the PLF’s medical units, except for small, personal medial units in the other regiments.

General stuff

Just to be clear, though I describe most of these guys & gals relatively nicely, most all of these guys probably have more confirmed kills under their belt than Twice.

(Granted, that’s partially because Twice doesn’t really confirm his kills. We only know of 2, including the guy he murdered after he was himself murdered. But that still means everyone here has killed several people.)

Each of these guys have their own base to watch over, you’ll remember, and part of their responsibilities is either recruiting or eliminating people who learn too much.

Each of them has the job of easing their subordinates into going along with the new leadership, especially the people who weren’t there for Daika. This is kind of tricky because they were also not there for Daika, so they’ve been required to talk with the League members a lot.

It’s helped encourage them to get to know the new management relatively well.

Side note: I’m also willing to bet Trumpet & Redestro have their own regiment; probably an undercover or public relations regiment, and probably have 6 advisors for themselves too. I’m excited to meet them.

And despite how much work I put into all this, I’m also excited to see just how much of it is wrong as we meet these guys for real.

#bnha #league of villains #lov #PLF #paranormal liberation front #twice #dabi #geten #toga himiko #bnha skeptic #spinner #mr. compress #headcanons #I apologize if I come across as overly defensive #my only other experience talking in social media is YouTube comments #still #be gentle I'm new to actually posting stuff

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January 9, 2021: 2:04 pm:

Local Update:

A walk out to the road was revealing today.

I took a short walk, it's a nice and sunny day out there, but is very cold despite the sunshine.

Conditions at Monroe's are strange in non-descript ways.

At Chartrand's, a large moving truck was parked at the roadside, not in the yard. The truck had graphics that say:

"Bekins Cross Town Movers

Eugene

Coos Bay

Medford"

with a phone number.

The driver and passenger both wore all black. The driver was about 350 pounds, dark hair and beard, passenger was 190 pounds, dark hair, goat beard, both in their late 30's and about 5' 11".

They parked there, made a lot noise, there was booms. and bangs, and thuds... then, some human body sized items were carried from the property and put into the Bekins Cross Town Moving truck.

Myers white Cross Over vehicle came down the road went to 560.

(airplane flying low and slow buzzed my house just now at 2:15pm)

The mail carrier for this route pulled into the Chartrand property at 376 parked and turned on his head lights.

I walked toward Chartrand's wondering why the mail carrier is at Chartrand’s when bodies are being moved around.

The mail carrier was at the Chartrand’s as the Sparacino's were approaching, the sound of a female voice like that of Deb Monroe was clearly heard, but there was no female anywhere around there. The mail carrier driving a red Ford Taurus Wagon, right hand drive, with a white paint stain on the right side front door pulled out of Chartrand's at the time he saw me approach and he drove past me towards the mailboxes, and that is when Sparacino's came down the road to chase me away, I did not go away. The Sparacino's have yet another brand new stolen Cross Over style vehicle, a black one, I was not able to see what kind because that is when Wesely Crowel came down the road and swerved to run me over as I was walking home, he was driving a black Mustang Convertible, tried to run me over, so I took cover near some railing where the creek culvert is at in front of Monroe's.

I walked to the mailbox, the mail carrier was there putting mail into the boxes. He spoke to me, said he was going to back up just at the time I was going to reach for my mail. Then he took a selfie photo of himself, and put the red Ford into reverse to place something into Clyde Baum's 333 mail box.

I thanked the mail carrier for warning me about backing up, and asked if he saw Wesely Crowel try to run me over. He replied "no, I'm a mailman, I don't see anything." He then asked if it was a mail carrier that tried to run me over, I said “no, it was Wesely Crowel in that black Mustang that just drove past you".

Meanwhile, the Sparacino's moved innocently and timidly on their way up to where they live at 545. I was the only one of the group on Jackpine who checked mail, that is unusual, they always try to block me from getting my mail. Today, it was the mailcarrier playing the turn-a-round who blocked me momentarily.

The theme was "Black"

The mail carrier was not participating in the theme part, unless the theme was "Red & Black", which I suspect is the case. Air Support Terror Air Force Colors are Red & Black, and the Air Support Terror Air Force is the US Postal Service, aerial division of "The Stork" terror cell that is USPS in Grants Pass, and nation wide.

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2:54 pm:

On second consideration, the theme was:

“Black Label Society w/Red Cross-Over”, by Zack Wylde’s roadies.

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2:39 pm:

I was able to see that Wesley Crowel appears to be alive, is not a taxidermy as he seems to have been the last few times I have seen him on the road, he clearly moved his head and hands this time as he drove by about one foot away from where I took cover at the creek guard rail, and was also wearing black, as was Nicole Sparacino who was driving that new stolen cross over style car, black. There was a passenger in the Sparacino car, I was not able to see who, because that was when Wesley Crowel was coming down the road to run me over.

All of that stuff happened within about ten minutes, from the time I heard loud booming and thud noises while I was on my driveway, to the time I walked out to the road to see the Bekins Cross Town Moving, to the time I saw the mail carrier take a selfie photo of himself and then I got my mail to return to my house, and began to write this immediately.

There was nothing in the mailbox, just air.

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5:43 pm:

The mail carrier today is not the regular usual Asian lady who drives the black Nissan Quest van with Rocker Panel Graphics that say: “Black Jelly Bean“ on it. Today’s mail carrier did not even look like the substitute mail carrier, but was driving the same Ford Taurus Wagon, or one that looks the same as the one the substitute mail carrier drives. The substitute mail carrier looks exactly like the YouTube personality who goes by the name “PewdyPie”. Knowing what I know about the presence of Google operative terror soldiers around here, I am convinced the usual substitute mail carrier actually is the YouTube personality who goes by the name “PewdiePie”, but, that was not him today. Todays mail carrier looked similar, but was not the usual substitute mail carrier. Best description I can give is that of PewdiePie with darker colored hair and shorter beard. Otherwise the fake substitute mail carrier was similar looking to the real one, PewdiePie, who is only the substitute mail carrier for when the Asian lady who drives the “Black Jelly Bean Nissan Quest, is not on the route that day.

The USPS facility on Washington ave in Grants Pass is occupied and is run by Canadian terror soldiers and has a large presence of Famous Rock Star Music Groups who frequent that facility, where they are provided with young girls and boys for whatever they use them for... kidnapped children are collected by the mail carrier terror cell, taken to that facility, some of them are snatched up by actors, musicians, clowns, and magicians, as disposable sex slaves, and are used as target practice at the shooting range that’s across the freeway from the north Valley High School, not far from Flemming Middle School, and Manzanita Elementary School, where many of the victim children used to be kidnapped from, at a time when there were still some US Citizen Children left alive to kidnap from the schools, a long time ago. The US Children are all gone now, all were killed, taken as slaves, and many were trained as terror soldiers. The ones that were taken as soldiers and slaves would be in their 30′s now, or older, since the terror take over happened in around 1998 - 2004 or so,

The baby is on fire, there is no one watching the baby. The baby has been smouldering there, just slowly roasting away, is about done now, all cooked and ready to serve like those rotisserie chickens at the supermarket... except these ones are human, have names, like Sarah, Billy, Jason, Emily, Maria, and Jesus (Hey Zeus) are US Citizen babies that no one will save from the Actors, musicians, clowns, and magicians... the same ones we all love to watch on TV, and listen to on the radio. Those are the people who are cooking the babies.

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Here is the link to the command orders to do whatever that activity was. I suspect that the person who was wearing the KKK robe last night was killed, could have ignited and launched away due to nitrous ignition, and that all of the Christian terror soldiers have bombs up their asses, that turns them into rocket ships when the gas ignites by the small flame of my Bic Lighter.

http://view.email.americanmusical.com/?qs=fbf219ca30ae02b782312bdbcbb2568285052f4da39c2e27b469927d68ddecee0dfa66e7f805f67b3752e0a106ccbac3c88142bcd7a921f3a345cab8c0d6dab9646bfbd2328e7f86e55e4e1e33445b7e

Also. I did not explain all of what happened at the Fred Meyer gas station the other day, or at the Walgreen’s afterwords.

It’s important that I go ahead and say some of what I left out from the Fred Meyer and Walgreen’s errand run in Dystopia on the 6th of January.

At the Fred Myer gas station, there were a lot of Buses of differing variety. One of them was the Salem Oregon Government style that I included an example photo of on that days Tumblr Post Entry.

When I pulled in for getting some fuel, that white Salem style bus was there at the gas pump next to the pump I usually use. The attendant there was Mark Kiesel of Kiesel Guitars disguised as Fred Meyer gas station attendant. He was doing a “Plug In“ service, where special assassins assume the role of others on the fly to make the hit, a “plug-in”, such as Mark Kiesel playing role of gas station attendant.

They knew I needed fuel before I knew I needed fuel, and were waiting there in the Salem Gov Bus when I arrived there.

So, as I pulled in, I recognized Mark Kiesel, I know who he is, he has been trying to kill me since 1993. Kiesel likes to use explosive guitars for his brand of murder and I have been given more than one Kiesel Guitar in my lifetime, all of them have exploded and killed other people. So, I recognized him, and said so, even with the Corona Mask on. He had some thugs in the Bus with him. One of the thugs had ignited, and burst into bits at the gas station on Wednesday, he ran to the bus and got inside before disintegrating. Then, one of the other thugs got out of the bus, came to where I was standing, to tell me that I had lit his friend’s nitrous tank, and was upset about that. So, I did not want to fuck around, I just ended the argument with my trusty fingernail clipper, and gave the young thug a manicure at neck level, stuck in the throat like a dry graham cracker. That one ran into the Bus with the others, someone mentioned that there was a lot of guitars inside the Bus, and then someone else shouted: “no! don’t open that!”. By that time, all of the occupants of the Salem Bus at the Fred Meyer had been ignited when the first one went in there with a lit tank... the Salem bus drove away quickly. everyone inside was screaming and choking either having been ignited, or stuck in the throat.

(5:24 pm: I think some federal fool may have been there, did not read this account about the dangers that exist here in Grants Pass, and was going to open a guitar bomb, thinking they were stolen guitars in the Salem Bus, when the guy that had the guitar bombs in the Bus is the owner of the company that makes them in CA. Federal fools are still thinking in terms of small potatoes, like petty theft or a single murder or rape, when the theft is that of the whole nation, and the murders are counted by the ten’s of millions with rough estimation, and that rape is the sons and daughters, wives and sisters of the federal fools as they are fucking off looking at petty theft. It seems as though the statement “no! Don’t open that! was the terror bastards from Hollywood terror hit command HQ telling the federal fool not to open the Kiesel Brand Guitar Bomb)

The Salem Bus exploded somewhere out of view, the explosion was the same quality of sound characteristics as the explosions that were happening around my house on new years eve and on new years day. Very tight, dense, compact sound intense explosion noise, not a “boom”, more of a “Pow” w/snap characteristic. Short, loud, intense explosion.

So, I defended at the Fred Meyer, then went to Walgreen‘s with my car all behaving the way i enplaned, all of the electronics were going hey wire, and the fuel injection was not working as it should, then it all started to work normally after a couple of miles towards the Walgreen’s.

There, I am pretty sure it was Paul Reed Smith who I saw there, he was looking quite old though, and not in the best physical shape I have seen Mr. Smith in before. I thought he was dead from a fight at the Josephine County Jail when he and Zakk Wylde, Lars Ulrich, John Mayer, and Berus Sparacino attacked me inside the jail on June 16, 2020. I also saw my former spouse inside of the jail, but she was on the Sheriff Jailer side of the jail, while I was actually inside of the jail containment area when those people all attacked me there. So, I thought Paul Reed Smith had been killed, but, I saw him at the Walgreen‘s after the Kiesel Salem Bus exploded, so he must have been treated for his injuries, and healed since that time back in June.

The others that attacked at the jail, I still say are dead.

There was talk of “The Bus exploded!” while I was at the Walgreen‘s, and I had to fight one female terror soldier and one male terror soldier, who had a sword at the front checkout that day.

More stuff happened. After today’s Black Label Society Event on Jackpine, I am concerned about one other fellow I will be needing to face here pretty soon, about 5′10″, 40 y/o, blonde hair, long blonde goat beard, w/attractive curvy female mating pair accompaniment person spouse, well built, brick shithouse variety. Those two were at the Walgreen’s and were all upset about the events that took place at the Fred Meyer.

So, that Jackpine Black Parade was about the Salem Bus, and Kiesel of Keisel Guitars in Southern California.

Be advised that these particular terror cell members have access to C-4 explosives, so, that means Micheal Moore of Super Size Me fame, is where the C-4 comes from.

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6:27 pm:

After consideration of the events on Jackpine, I have come to conclusion that the fake mail carrier was trained as part of the Myers terror cell of 560 Jackpine. When he said “I don‘t see anything” I recognize the significance, Is the same as “I don‘t cross anything” and is a Mters specific use of a way to frame someone is not religious, is not Christian. They used to do the statement but with “I don‘t cross anything”, today he said “I don‘t see anything”, where “See” is the Vatican reference. The idea is to make the victim who is not religious appear as someone who is hateful towards the religious people to the extent that they portray the intended victim as someone who refuses to cross their letter “T” or cross their legs when sitting down, because some how that is supposed to help with the frame for a crime if Myers can convince federal officers that the person in question is so hateful that they won’t even cross a T, their arms when standing, or legs when sitting.

Myers, 560 Jackpine is where that fake mail carrier was trained, so, that means Grants Pass Community Church is where the fake mail carrier is a member of the terror cell there, as are many of the hard core “Ye Old English 800″, larger terror cell are also trained. They are the ones who build and operate the killing contraptions I explain here. The Myers and all of the other people around here have access to the people who could send some help, but I am not able to because the bastards control the phones and internet and USPS too. All of the communication is hijacked exactly for when someone tries to contact helpful people.

They used to say: “I don‘t cross anything”. Today it was: “I don‘t See anything”.

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The command order came in early today, they had some time to prepare for a chance to have Wesley Crowel run me over, and all of that other bullshit that also happened. I suspect the crew on the road was thinking that I had been injured last night by the one wearing the KKK robe, it’s actually supposed to be a Grim Reaper terror attack disguise, comes w/sickle, and is usually worn by the terror Air Force General, Janice “Jay-Bob” Freeberg, as “The Grimm Freeberg”.

Don‘t ask...

It used to be a Ted Nugent song. I like that “Box Canyon Spaghetti Western“ bass sound they have going on here:

youtube

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4:07 pm:

There is a very high likelihood that those “Boomm, bang... thud, thud...” sounds I heard coming from Monroe’s front driveway was the sound of not one, but two African Lions inside of another truck or van at the Monroe terror cell while the “Bekins Cross Town Movers” was a distraction service done by Safari terror cell. There is likely to have been Federal Fools there on steak out, who insist on being fooled all of the time by the local authorities.

“Bekins Cross Town Movers” = “Beacon Ave Department of Motor Vehicles”

Trust me, that’s what it means. They are the Safari terror cell along with the courts, sheriff, state police, all of the top level government in Oregon is the Safari terror cell... think of it as “One Hour Martinizing”.... delivered with Kings.

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4:21 pm:

Other sounds, noise, ground shaking that happened today is worth a mention:

At about 11:00 am -12:01 pm or so... a loud boooom was heard coming from the direction of Strong’s and Chapman terror cells on Russell Road. The sound was accompanied by the ground, or house shaking, My interpretation was that of either a small airplane crashed nearby, maybe near the train tracks to the west, or, a car hit a tree. It was not an explosive sound, it was more of the sound of impact, and was substantial, shook the house.

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4:31 pm:

A Butterfly flaps it’s wings in China, makes a hurricane in Texas.

I have a memory of something about the symbolism of Toyota Prius’ for terror considerations:

A place called Sun Valley Studios is somehow associated with Power, and the Prius.

Twenty years ago or more my family went rafting on the Rogue River as we did daily sometimes in the summertime, back when there still was some remnants of freedom in Oregon. On this one particular river raft trip, there was a man on a catamaran style raft, had been doing some drinking while boating, was alone, and talkative and friendly as we passed by rafting on the Rogue. The man explained that he was the San Bernardino County Sheriff, and was excited about new acquisitions at the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s Office, where he said the county supplied the Sheriff with 500 Toyota Prius’ to use as patrol squad cars.

San Bernardino is the biggest county in USA, covers a lot of ground, is mostly harsh desert. I am anticipating some challenges associated with Toyota Prius squad cars in that kind of environment.

Although I don‘t have a conclusion for why that is important, I do know it is important, and I believe that man was indeed the county sheriff of San Bernardino. I don‘t know why he was so excited about it, or, why he felt he needed to explain any of that on rafting trip on the Rogue River more than a thousand miles from where he came from.

Somehow, today’s events on Jackpine remind me about that conversation so long ago, but I don‘t know why. So I wrote it down.

Also, I am reminded of the very best guitar player I ever knew, he was not famous, but was forced to be non-famous, as a slave who does backstage guitar playing while the famous guitar players fake it onstage. If I say who he is, they will kill him, and get another slave guitar player to do the live show from backstage.

youtube

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7:09 pm:

Here is example of that Norton pop-up window that shows up as I come back into my house after I take a walk. I just now went outside, walked around, the Monroe’s heard that I had gone out there with the listening devices, then turned on the whining noisy sound they play at their fresh water well, it’s speaker connected to an amplifier, is operated with Blue-tooth, to make an unpleasant noise that whines a high pitch frequency, is only done to aggravate me and spoil any existence of a peaceful moment outdoors.

Then I go back into the house and there is this pop-up, it only happens when I come back from a short walk outside.

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7:16 pm:

(Centurylink ISP is still turning off my number pad on my keyboard, when I want to use a numeral, I have to push the “Num Lk” button each time I want to use a numeral, if I don’t and use the number pad while it’s turned off, the cursor goes flying somewhere up the page, I loose my place, and all of this kind of fuckery makes it difficult to remember what the heck I wanted to say about all of this complicated kinds of terror so that I can get free of it with some help from the people who I am writing this for.)

I wanted to say about that San Bernardino Sheriff with the 500 Prius’:

My read about that includes but is not limited to the 500 Series of recording and studio effects used at professional sound studios. He was making a statement about 500 Series effects, and doing so by substitution of a electric car fleet. Maybe he was saying that he is getting an enema from the professional recording studios, so to speak, about some kind of distress he may have been in at the time.

When I lived in Riverside, I had some friends who were police. They may have come to find me, sent that guy, to say something, because I used to have some connections to music and recording studios... maybe he thought I could help him somehow, even if that help was just some sharing of terminology or standards in the recording industry. I don‘t know. It was something that I am remembering for a reason, was just a rafting trip where someone had a conversation with me as we floated by one another, of thousands of those, I remember that guy on the catamaran raft.

Go learn about 500 Series Effects, they are readily available in all configurations at Vintage King Audio in Hollywood, and in Nashville Tennessee, if you want to help figure out why 500 Toyota Prius’ are important to talk about on a river float.

The 500 Series are Rack Mount Effect Modular Components. The significance is the “Rack”. Medieval style torture rack.

There is one at 520 Jackpine at least some of the time.

It stretches people to 9 feet in length, not counting arm length, is very unpleasant, that is what it’s for, to get people to say personal and sensitive security information.

The ones who are on the Rack, are presented as they are tortured, to others among the group the victim belongs to, so, those other people are given the Spanish Inquisition, to say important information, if it’s not satisfactory to Myers of 560, then they crank the handle where the loved one is being stretched out. All of the people who are captured are injected with heroin, and exposed to nitrous gas. The captors don‘t like it when the victims make noise or scream, so that is what the heroin is for, to keep all involved as comfortable as possible during the ordeal. The victim on the Rack is given a view from a mirror, so they can see what shape they are in. It’s horrible. Happens next door for the past 24 years or so.

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8:02 pm:

The American Music Supply Command Orders:

There is much to look at, some is obvious with some pre-requisite understanding, some is not so obvious. One thing I saw in there that may be easily overlooked is that the featured guitars run the spectrum of available string elevation above the guitar body. Have a look at how high the strings are elevated above the guitar bodies of the featured selections. The names are also revealing. That Zakk Wylde crimson model is the lowest string elevation I have ever seen, in comparison to that other big hollow-body, there is a lot of difference going on with string elevation and at least one of those guitars has EMG style Active Pick-Ups, are powered, so, that is the comm, that Power Lines are of importance, and that is the elevated strings, the power lines, to say “Rocky Mountain Power” terror cell. You may be able to take more from the product specifications to arrive at Safari Terror Cell, if you want to do your own research to find truth.

The “Black Label Society” is in the comm too, to me, that seems to say something along the lines (lions) of:

“Signs Hanging all over the Dark Knowledge of Social Orders” or, simply put, the terror bastards are not happy about being exposed in their ways in such great detail so often, and want remedy to return the Darkness back over those dark secrets that have so much light on them.

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8:17 pm:

Dean Zelinsky

Gibson

Eastwood

Zakk Wylde

Breedlove

All of those and more, are guitar makers who have sent people to kill me. I am beginning to see a pattern, over the past 20 years and more.

So, there is also going to be Chapman Guitars in Britain.

Most unusual, could be bait, is Crimson Guitars, look on YouTube, looks like bait Guitar maker, however, the man who owns Crimson Guitars also has his own line of stains and finishes, so, maybe not bait, maybe a hit Luthier like the others.

If it says “Crimson“ on it, on any product, it’s likely to be a Vatican terror product.

Also, consideration of Keisel Guitars business model (after Mark killed the real owner and took over Carvin Guitars in Escondido, is that the guitars are only sold direct, not available in stores. The significance is in association to UPS, USPS, and Fed Ex all having been hijacked, controlled by the Christian terror army. The “Direct Sale” business model of any and all such direct sale products opens doors to unique ways of doing Murder & Replace terror tactics. Kiesel ships an order from a customer who was shown the product line by the Guru at Guitar Center. The customer see’s that the guitars are top notch, Vatican Choir Grade instruments, for a reasonable price for what you get, and Kiesel ships out the order, which is followed to the address by Keisel terror cell murder thugs. The customer is killed. Someone else moves in to the customers home. So, find the available used Keisel Guitars that may exist on Ebay, Craigs List, or Reverb and there may be ways of tracking who bought those new, why they are for sale used, and where the shipping went to when sold as new. Other important information can be gained by finding a few used Kiesel guitars to study how it was delivered, and it’s life story. That will also work for other “Direct Sale” products, any product, not just music equipment. I think Robert Keeley is also a “Direct Sale” business model. “Direct Sale” = “Straight to Jesus” and fits the Ann Wilson style associated to “Straight on for You”.

The guy who builds Crimson Guitars does seem like bait to me... very special terror operative network there is possible, maybe all the way to the Vatican Choir Central HQ because they have fail safe systems in place, bait, in case public safety persons catch on to the guitar and it’s position at the very top of the global terror pyramid. The idea is to put out there a sacrificial lamb, such as Crimson Guitars, so that no one will notice the monsters, Gibson. Epiphone, Gretch to name three monsters. Fender is a little different somehow... not sure how, but the “Made in Mexico” is what is called a “Golden no-no” as a blanket statement about “Made in Mexico” and that is complicated beyond what I have studied, except that Eric Clapton used a Fender for the purpose that Fender would be hijacked, he gave the “Foot in the Door” when he chose a Fender back in the days of Cream. So, Crimson Guitars could very well be backed with safety measures to lure police there, so that they will no longer look for Guitar terror connections to the Amp Guru, at the top of the Pink Floyd Pyramid, where David Gilmour and Roger Waters, sit, as Amp Guru.

I used to really enjoy playing my guitars. It was not long ago really, but, five years is too long to not be allowed to play my guitar. I am upset about that. I want to play my guitars, and, I want my cookies and milk too. So, the terror bastards arranged that I cannot play my guitars, and, they poisoned the cookies and milk.

I am upset about that.

So, I say fuck ‘em. Take all of the terror musicians out, let God sort them out later on.

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9:24 pm:

They won‘t let me play my drums either, so fuck those guys too. Go to Drum Workshop in Ontario Ca, they do international terror through the Ontario International Airport, but be advised that the Ontario Airport is controlled by SAG, with protection from Gavin Newsom and the Canadian/Christian terror army, is a danger zone, code yellow, for caution is advised there. Newsom is dead now though, so no more help from there, he came to kill me, with Adam Sandler, neither of them have been seen since, except with old reruns of news real provided by the terror pansies of the news media. Sandler cried like a third grade girl when he did not get his way. They only act tough, in real life, they cannot survive.

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New Jersey.

It’s known as Oregon’s sister state. Both are the only states where self service at a gasoline pump is prohibited by law. They have it worked where the gas stations have a lot of unnoticed control over the inhabitants of the states. You are expected to remain in your car, not supposed to get out to stretch your legs. It’s not required that you stay in the car, but the inhabitants of the state all know about the medieval torture racks, so, getting out for a stretch, could lead to an extended time of it, so to speak.

There is more control associated with mandate of prohibition of self service than is apparent, it seems like a luxury, is a ball and chain. You are tethered to the inside of the car, if you get out, the gas station attendants double team you, triple team you, toss you into a waiting bus, for breaking the rules. To step out of the car is not a government mandate as is the pumping of the fuel, getting out of the car is “Forbidden“, and that is far worse a crime than just pumping your own fuel.

AMS says there is to be a “50% Off Sale” at my house tonight... God will be busy sorting out the AMS assassins by the morning.

Arrived at 3:02 pm this afternoon.

This one is a Ford Ranchero, 302 V-8. AMS is specific, there will be a cross-bow on the ranch, with some arrows, makes me a Jolly Rancher then.

Time to head ‘em up, and move ‘em out, pilgrim... we are going to Santa Monica, to see the Fuller Brush Man, Robert Fuller of Fulltone. The stuff he makes is built like a brick shit house, indestructible. Looks like I have been made.

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Vintage King Audio says they are bringing a Torture Rack, and are upset about having been burned.

Arrived at 2:54 pm this afternoon:

(you have to read the fine print to appreciate it)

Some highlights of the weeks terror titles in the email commands from On-High:

Other email account is all junk. I am seeing a pattern though, Ally Invest of Bocca Rattan only sends a statement notification when the rock stars and Luthiers come to try to kill me.

I am still trying to reach Pittsburgh... it’s 10:27 pm, still there is no response from Pittsburgh. It’s been weeks since I first tried, this go ‘round.

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10:31 pm:

If anyone happened to have been outside about a half hour ago and heard all of that horible screaming, that was Myers of 560 torturing a house cat, to punish me for writing these cries for help. They collect the house cats of the victims they kill, and when I go take a walk, the torture one or more of the house cats, some times the cats are electrocuted, sometimes they are put into a microwave oven, sometimes it’s more gruesome. They also put infant babies into the microwave to get the parents to take the child to the hospital when the child won‘t stop screaming and seems to have a high fever. The Myers are able to use the nitrous gas, and keys to any home, because the sheriff has ways of getting the keys. all they need to do is arrest someone, make it all look legit, and then they have the keys so that Myers can do the murder, or torture, or plant a listening devise later on... they don‘t want to kill you right away, they need to torture you, your baby, and your house cat first, to make you talk, to say what they need to know before they kill you. With me, they make sure I can see or hear the result of torturing animals that they catch by using the nitrous gas to catch the animals so that the can torture them, to terrify me, while I get blamed for the dead cat tomorrow.

Myers looks like an innocent old church lady. I don‘t have a chance against that kind of defense.

When the Myers used to be more in my face about the things they do, they would begin to torture the animals, while saying that the animals are different than people are, “the animals don‘t feel pain” they say, then begin to really hurt the animals real bad, and then say: “See, if the animal could feel the pain, then they would tell me, and ask me to stop doing this, so, it must be God’s will, otherwise this would not be happening right now.”

Juseph Myers has brought very small children to my front door, knocked, then when I open the door, he cuts the child’s head off. Right there on the front porch. I call the police, and they say to stop calling the police to make that stop happening.

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10:53 pm: There are no signs of helpful people anywhere to be found.

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whumping-whumpees · 4 years

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Challange mode: 🤐 + ⛓ + 🖕 But here's the kicker. It was caused by 🛡 + 🐾 and the attacker *is* the whumpee and the whumpee ain't human. Let's see if you can do this without making the whumper actually malicious.

Ok, so we got muzzled, chained, and defiant, caused by protecting someone else and animal attack. I think werewolves would fit this perfectly.

TW: chained, muzzled, animal/werewolf attack

“Reese, please. You have to trust me on this.” Oskar motioned to the pile of chains he had given to them. “You have to tie me up, when I’m a werewolf. I literally no control over what I do.” Reese shook their head.

“No, dude! You’re my friend! I can’t chain you up for three whole days! What about food, or water?” Oskar waved a hand dismissively.

“Just leave stuff by me! You can’t come close, or I’ll bite! Reese, I’ve been tied up before, it’s fine, I don’t want to hurt anyone.” Reese opened their mouth to respond. “And no, I have actually hurt people before, so don’t tell me I won’t, or I’m not really a monster.” Oskar looked at Reese, gravity in his tone. “I haven’t killed anyone, yet. Don’t make this month be the first one.” Reese still looked unsure.

“But... I don’t want to hurt you!” They looked at the chains in dismay, and their voice rose as they sorted through them. “Is that a muzzle?! Oskar! You’re not an animal! I’m not, I can’t muzzle you!” Oskar sighed.

“You have too, I’ll try to bite through the chains if you don’t. My teeth hurt like hell afterwords.” Oskar takes Reese’s hand in his own. “Listen. I care about you, and I don’t want you to be hurt by me, ok?” Oskar checks his watch. “We don’t have much time, c’mon.”

Oskar led a reluctant Reese down to his basement, and he started setting up the chains. Reese could tell he was growing a bit more animalistic as time went on, when they saw his eyes they were yellow, and his teeth more sharp.

“Ugh... I can feel it coming... hurry and tie me up.” Oskar started twitching, and growling to himself, and Reese knew the transformation was starting to begin. They quickly attached the chains to his arms and legs, but hesitated over the muzzle and neck chain. Oskar was too far gone to respond when asked if they should really put them on.

“I’m sure it’s fine if I don’t... I don’t want him to feel like an animal.” Reese checked the chains again, and they made sure they weren’t too tight, for fear of hurting him. Satisfied, they went upstairs, prepared for a long night of worry and restless sleeping. They felt guilty about leaving Oskar down there, even though he said it was for the best.

Reese settled down in a chair to watch tv, and set the muzzle and collar aside. They tried to focus on the show as they started to hear howling coming from the basement. Reese decided that tomorrow they would make a lot of good, meaty food and bring it down to Oskar, even if they couldn’t get close they would still help. With that in mind, they settled back against the chair.

Reese must have dozed off, because a loud crash jolted them awake. They blinked the sleep out of their eyes, trying to get their bearings, and they realized with a start that the sound came from the basement. They didn’t have much time to figure out what this meant, as Oskar, in full werewolf form, burst through the door. He was breathing heavily, and zeroed in on Reese, nostrils flaring and drool dripping.

“Oskar?” Reese called, guilt setting in as fear gripped their heart. They didn’t want to be scared of their friend! Reese’s heart sank as they saw no recognition in their friend’s eyes. They were frozen in place as Oskar suddenly pounced, pushing the chair back and pinning them to the floor.

Reese tried to push Oskar away, but he was too strong. Oskar was trying to snap at their face, hot breath hitting them. Reese scrambled, and grabbed at the first thing they could reach. As Oskar scratched their side, they let out a gasp of pain, then shoved the muzzle -- for that is what they grabbed -- onto Oskar’s snout. Oskar whimpered, and Reese momentarily felt bad, but the throbbing pain in their side caused them to focus.

“I’m really sorry about this, buddy!” Reese leaned forward and tightened the muzzle, pulling Oskar back. Oskar tried to claw at the muzzle to get it off, and while he was distracted Reese quickly looped the collar around his neck and yanked them back. Their heart broke at the choking sound and yelp that Oskar made. “Again, so sorry, I didn’t want to do this!”

As Oskar continued to struggle against the muzzle and collar, Reese was able to drag them back down to the basement. Dodging claw swipes, they reattached the chains he had slipped out of, this time making sure they were actually tight.

Reese didn’t escape unscathed, a few more slashes had appeared on them, and they limped out of the basement worse for wear. They paused at the steps to get one last look at Oskar. Even though they were bleeding and in pain, all they could think about was how they hoped Oskar would be ok.

#whump #my writing #inhuman whumpee #monster whumpee #chains #crow answers

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marvelousmarvelimagines · 5 years

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All I Ask of You

Pairing - Tony Stark x Reader

Summary - Based on the song “All I Ask of You” from Phantom of the Opera. Tony Stark knows he’s not good enough for you, but he’s going to hold on to you for as long as he can.

Word Count - 5,093 (This is a big one)

Warnings - Language

The feeling wasn't new. The struggle to get air in his lungs, the unsteady pounding of his heart against his chest, and the almost painful tension in his bones was almost familiar now.

The gentle hand coming to rest against his heaving chest however? He still wasn't used to that.

"What was it this time?" You asked him. Your voice was so soft, he was surprised he could hear it over his ragged breath.

"Rhodey. Again." He managed to respond.

"Change it." You replied simply.

Tony’s fingers curled the sheets into his fists as he tried to do what you requested. ”You know, I think I prefer your other therapy option.” Tony replied, still trying to even his breath.

"We've already done that a few times tonight, remember? Or is your memory finally starting to go old man?" You teased him, a soft clink sounding as your finger tapped the reactor against his chest.

"I, am not old." Tony insisted.

"Tell that to the gray hairs I found in the sink this morning."

"You're trying to distract me by making me feel old." Tony said, turning to look at you. Your hair was messy, falling around your face in a tangled heap, the dark circles under your eyes evidence of just how much his nightmares had been keeping you awake as well. No matter how long you both ended up staying awake, a word of complaint never left your lips.

"Is it working?" You asked.

"Little bit." He replied as his breath was starting to even out, and the shaking in his hands were now down to a mere tremor, "and I know you like your men with a little gray."

"You caught me there." Your hand reached out, and he sighed as it ran through his hair. Immediately, he laid back down, this time with his head in your lap. To this day, over a year into your relationship, he still didn't understand why you put up with this. Tony was under no impression that he was easy to deal with. It took a special person with endless amounts of patience to be in a relationship with him. He had given up on ever finding someone like that when you came along.

"You know, there's some new prototypes I can spend some extra time on in the lab. I think I'm going to go do that until-" Maybe this way at least both of you wouldn't be sleep deprived.

Your legs locked around the outside of his, keeping him in place. "No way. If I let you do that, you'll spend the rest of the night there tinkering and will be so sleepy, you'll probably end up hurting yourself. At least this way I can keep an eye on you."

Tony sighed, but looked up at you. "This is not your problem to deal with."

"On the contrary, handsome. You are mine to deal with, and nothing having to do with you is a problem." You told him, your hand resuming its place in his hair.

He turned his head into your stomach, pressing a small kiss there and pulling you close. "You're infuriating."

"That's why you love me. I’m almost as infuriating as you."

That wasn't the only reason, but he couldn't deny that he loved how you wouldn't take anything from him. No matter what was bothering him, Tony Stark had no doubts you were going to be there. Even when sometimes he felt you shouldn't be.

"I wish I could go into your dreams sometimes."

Those words caused him to look up at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Why would you want that?" Tony had talked about his dreams with you before. You knew how bad they could be.

"So I could kick your demons' asses and save the day. Just like you."

Silence filled the room, but it wasn't uncomfortable as Tony pondered your words. Never in his life had someone wanted to take care of him the way you had. It had always been Tony Stark's job to save the world, defend the Earth from all harm, and here you were, the woman who he couldn't even get to throw a shoe at a spider, ready to bat down his demons because of his nightmares. He didn't know how he was supposed to handle that, so he handled it like he always did. "You know there's no such thing as demons right? They're just a biblical device created-"

"Shut up, Stark." You replied, a little smirk, an exasperated, yet amused one, forming on your face as you shoved him off you.

"You know, according to you, that could be elder abuse." Tony teased, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him.

"Well, I guess you'll have to put me in handcuffs then wont you?" You asked, your fingers coaxing up his chest with a gentle touch, a playful glint in your eyes as you glanced up at him under your lashes.

Tony didn't need to be told twice. "That's a fantastic idea. The handcuffs are right over in this drawer-" He rolled you underneath him, tickling your sides with those agile fingers as he did, forcing a laugh through your lips.

Though you didn't know it, that beautiful sound did more for his anxiety than any crazy therapy could.

——-

"Have I mentioned I'm not a fan of not knowing where I'm going?"

"You have.” You replied, matter of factly.

"Whether that's walking down a New York street or into a worm hole into space."

"I can tell you I'm definitely not taking you into space."

"But we're walking down a street.'' Tony said. It was taking everything in him not to ask FRIDAY where they were headed.

"Maybe you should just look at this as facing your fears. Besides, I thought you said you trusted me?'' The pout on your shiny, pink lips was ridiculous. It also got you what you wanted every single time.

"Really? The pout?" Tony sighed dramatically yet allowed himself to continue to be dragged down the street. "You know I trust you. Against my better judgement sometimes, but I do. I just don't trust whatever unknown location you’re taking me to."

"Hey," You pulled him to a stop, your eyes finding his behind those expensive Matsuda sunglasses. "You're gonna love it." You told him, reaching up to adjust the hood he had placed over his head to hide his identity.

"And afterwords you can thank me for being so good by so much sex we wont be able to get out of bed in the morning, right?" Tony asked, pulling you even tighter against his chest.

Of all the responses Tony had expected from that statement, you bursting into laughter wasn't one of them.

He stepped back as you bent over, fighting a smile at the sound, but his brows were knit together in confusion. "Okay, I know I'm hilarious, but I don't usually miss my own punchlines..."

After a few moments of hysterical laughter you stood up, regaining your composure somewhat. "I'm sorry, it's just- you'll see."

Tony raised his eyebrows, but let your urging hand lead him the rest of the way until you both stopped in front of a gray building.

There wasn't anything special about it. It looked like any other New York cinder block building, until something in the window caught his eyes. He took off his sunglasses to make sure what he thought he was seeing was what he actually was seeing. "Is that-"

"A statue of three deers engaged in sexual intercourse? It appears so. Interesting, but not unexpected from a sex Museum." You replied without a hint of surprise. You could have been talking about the weather outside.

"A sex museum?" Tony repeated.

"You said you had never been on a normal date before, and I thought this was something you might enjoy." You reached into your pocket and pulled out two tickets.

"Oh, so this is what regular civilians do on dates then, huh?" He asked, a little smirk on his lips.

You winked. "Only the really cool ones. So what do you say? Want to look at some weird sex artifacts and rock climb some dildos with me?"

It was the most ridiculous sentence Tony had ever heard in his life. That included anything out of Good 'Ol Cap's mouth. When you had insisted on having this date, Tony had been expecting a picnic or something. Yet, once again, you had surprised him, and he was sure you would again, for the rest of your lives if he had anything to say about it. “God, I love you." He blurted out.

A soft smile, one reserved just for him graced your lips as you leaned up to kiss him, your lips gentle, but firm against his own. Tony didn't even care that he was getting lip gloss all over his lips when you kissed him that way. He loved it so much his lips even trailed yours when you pulled away. "I know." You replied, "but I'm still going to kick your ass at dildo climbing."

"Um, excuse me, but you do remember I'm Iron Man right?" He played along.

"Oh, does Iron Man have to do a lot of dick climbing? Funnily enough they never show that on the news." You teased him.

"Mostly just sucking up to a lot of them." Tony replied.

You gasped. "Anthony Stark! Did you just say you've been sucking dick as Iron Man? You know I'm really not comfortable with that when we're in a monogamous relationship- Hey!" You squealed as he lunged towards you, dodging and hurrying into the building, stopping to send him a wink before you did.

He swore you would be the death of him, but he knew one thing for sure.

He would die happy.

——-

"Have you ever been to Italy?"

Tony didn't look up from his tablet, hand never pausing in your hair as he continued to look over an email Bruce had sent him. "A few times. Food's impressive. Why?"

"That's where my family has decided to go on vacation this year. I want you to come."

Your words did make him pause this time. He had never met your parents. It was something that would seem crazy to most people considering how long the two of you had been dating, but it just had never happened. Tony hadn't worried about it before, but now that the possibility of meeting them had come about, he felt himself getting nervous.

Almost as if you could sense his unease, which you probably could, you put your book down, taking your head off his lap and sitting up so you were face to face. "Is that something you'd want to do?"

"Meet your parents? Are you sure that's a good idea?" Tony asked.

"Well, we've been dating for over a year now. I'm not planning on going anywhere. Are you?" You asked him, biting on your bottom lip.

It wasn't often that Tony saw this side of you. You were a confident woman and very sure of yourself. He could tell by the way that your body tensed and how your eyes wouldn't quite meet his that you were nervous bringing this up. It made him anxious talking about it too. "No, but you know I don't always have control over that either."

"I know that." You replied, fidgeting with your fingers. "Is it so crazy to think positive though? To think that things will calm down enough at some point that you can relax and almost have a normal life?"

Tony ran a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. "How about we see where we are closer to time?" He asked after a moment.

Your face dropped and Tony wanted to shoot himself back into space for being the cause of it. You stood up, grabbing your things, mumbling something about a meeting he was sure you didn't have. “Y/N-"

"You know Tony, one day you're going to realize by trying to protect me and keep me at arm's length, you're pushing me away." You told him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I hope that day’s soon."

He watched as you left the room, collapsing back on the couch once you were out of sight.

Tony hated that you were right.

——-

Over and over the visions flashed before Tony's eyes. The bright light along with the flaming heat, several figures diving into the water to get out of the way, and then there was the screams. Tony knew several of those people didn't make it back. Why? Because he was too late.

There was a loud crash as the metal piece Tony had been trying to mold hit the floor. His whole body tensed at the noise. That happened all the time now. Every loud noise, every sudden appearance... He shoved his tools away from him, frustrated at his body's reactions.

"I can't watch this anymore."

Tony's whole body froze at the familiar voice. When he had arrived back at his mansion, you had been waiting. For the first time since the two of you had started dating, Tony felt conflicted at seeing you. For your whole relationship, you had been his rock. His anchor back to himself and away from the nightmares he had seen. This time, Tony didn't feel as if he deserved your comfort. He had failed and should go through every bit of pain that came with it. Alone. That was why he had locked his lab's doors with FRIDAY, instructing her not to let anyone else in. "How did you-"

You ignored his question and Tony watched as before his eyes a screen appeared. It was a face that looked familiar, but he couldn't place. "Luci Fisher. Twenty-two years old. Fresh college graduate who just started her first job. You saved her life today."

Tony's eyes went to yours, uncertainty filling them. "What is this about?"

You didn't answer, just flipped to the next slide. ''Jon-Paul O’Brien. Sixty-five years old. He was visiting his granddaughter Antoinette in Sokovia. You saved him and countless others-" You continued to flip through several pictures so fast he couldn't keep track. "- from being crushed."

Tony shook his head. “Y/N, you don't understand-"

You just talked louder over him and changed to the next one. This one made him freeze because it was a face that he knew well. “Y/N Y/L/N. Thirty-five years old. A graduate from MIT who had just been fired from her first job. Her dream job. She was leaving with all her stuff when Chitauri invaded the sky." She swiped, and Tony watched in disbelief as a video clip played, footage from a street cam, of the woman before him, running away from a Chitauri soldier, when Tony flew in and blasted him away.

Tony didn't even remember that moment. "You never told me."

"I didn't want you to think I was in love with you just because you saved my life." Tony let you take the tools from him and hold his hands. "That is why I applied at Stark Tower though. Watching you and the rest of the Avengers save all those people? I wanted to be a part of it."

This was not something the two of you had ever discussed. Up until this very moment, Tony had always considered your first meeting to be during your first week of work when you had yelled at him to hold the elevator. Then proceeded to run down the stairs and yell at him again when he didn't. Of course, you hadn't known who you were yelling at, but he liked you from that moment, not afraid to call him out on being an asshole even though he was your boss. He could still recall the look on your face when moments later, he asked you for coffee.

"I know I can't possibly imagine what it feels like to not be able to save everyone. I do know it's eating you up inside.” Some of the tension in Tony's body evaporated as you rested your forehead against his, and he closed his eyes as he felt something wet drip down his face. "Something else I know? You may lose some, but the number you're constantly saving outweighs it. I don't want you to forget about them, because I'm damn sure I'm never going to forget about you, and they won't either."

Tony Stark wasn't an emotional man most of the time. At least in the presence of any one else. His upbringing had never allowed it, and he had never gotten out of the habit. At this moment, he wasn't able to hold back. He slipped his arms around you, and his head collapsed on to your shoulder, exhaustion that he hadn't allowed earlier creeping through his bones. "I'm not in the habit of admitting I've got something I don't deserve." He pressed a kiss against the skin of your neck. "You might be an exception."

Tony let out a sigh as he felt your hand stroke through his hair. "Bullshit." You whispered in his ear. "You deserve the world, Anthony Stark."

"Don't need it." Tony opened his eyes so he could look at you, the only woman he could trust to be like this with. "I've got you."

There was silence as his words sunk in before you snorted. "That was so cheesy."

"I regretted it immediately. The cheesiness, not necessarily the words." He reached up, brushing some hair behind your ears. "Should've just told you how much I love you."

"Not that I don't already know the answer to that, but it's still nice to hear." You replied, hands resting on his chest.

Tony pulled you even closer, your soft body pressed against his. "I love the hell out of you woman. Always will."

Your hands tightened into fists at his words, a smile Tony knew he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life on your face. ''I love the hell out of you too, Tony Stark." You told him.

While everything had gone to hell today, Tony had realized one thing. If he had you in his life, he would be okay. He could make it through all his mistakes, because you would be there to help him sort them out. Of course there was another thing he learned today too.

It was time he asked you to marry him.

——-

Tony ducked just in time as a missile flew overhead. A few seconds later there was a loud explosion behind him and Tony sighed. ''All right guys, as much as I love carrying the team, whose job was it to stop that from happening?" He asked into the ear sets of the other Avengers.

"That was yours, Stark." Romanoff replied.

" ... Right. I knew that." Tony took off to the sky in the direction the weapon had launched. "Just testing all of you."

"Mr. Stark, you told me to inform you when your call was being returned." FRIDAY's voice interrupted him.

"Of course it would be now." Tony grunted as he delivered a hit to a wall in his way. "Patch it through."

"What the hell, Stark? Can't this wait?" Barton hissed into his head set.

At that very moment there was another loud crash as Tony managed to make it through the final barrier and grab what they had been looking for. "No need. Got the ancient technology in serious need for an update. Let's get out of here."

Tony was the last to enter the quinjet and was not surprised to see the annoyed faces that greeted him. Rogers, Romanoff and Barton all seemed to have the same expression while Peter just looked confused.

"Can we save this powwow for later? I prefer to listen to lectures in my comfortable chair I can fall asleep in." Tony said as his suit slid back into the piece on his chest.

"Since when do we answer personal calls in missions, Tony?" Steve asked him, his voice forceful and still very much in Captain mode. Tony had the distinct feeling of being in the principal's office.

"Calm down Cap, mission was complete, I had an important phone call. Everything's peachy." Tony reassured him.

"No, Tony it's not. You could have seriously-"

"Hold that thought Capsicle," FRIDAY had just interrupted with another phone call for him where he was informed his firework order would be impossible. "What do you mean fireworks can't be that large? I've made explosions that go for hundreds of miles! Figure it out." When Tony got off the phone, he noticed all the other Avengers staring at him. "What?"

Barton was the first one to speak. "You risked our lives for some fireworks?"

"Not just any fireworks, large ones." Tony insisted, frustrated with his lack of cooperation.

"I swear Tony, if this is for some dumb Stark Expo thing-" Romanoff started to say. Tony just rolled his eyes as others started to voice their theories. Until Peter spoke up above the rest.

"Mr. Stark, are you going to ask Miss. Y/L/N to marry you?"

Tony shot the boy a pleased smile. "Yeah kid, I am." Then he frowned once he remembered his plan was now ruined. ''I had it planned. New Year's Eve, huge fireworks, but apparently that's too much to ask for."

Steve's former annoyance seemed to have vanished. He clapped Tony on the shoulder with a smile on his face. "I'm happy for you Tony, but maybe this is a blessing."

An eyebrow shot up at that. "Oh? How so, oh Captain, my Captain?"

"You can come up with something better. More like her and... less like you."

Tony opened his mouth, indignant at the suggestion, but then he thought about it. Fireworks and thousands of people? He wasn't sure that was you. Maybe Cap was right.

There was no way Tony was going to tell him that though.

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"You know, when we got off the plane, and I realized we were at the beach, I thought we would be getting our exercise in different ways." You told him as the two of you continued your walk to the restaurant Tony had booked reservations at.

His hands were shaking and his heart was thumping so loud he could swear that he heard it hitting the reactor, but you acted like everything was normal so he knew it had to be in his head.

The comforting thought didn't help.

"Hello? Earth to Anthony Stark?" You waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts, startled. The smile on your face faded at his reaction. "Hey, where did you go?" Your hand cupped his cheek, and Tony leaned into it, his hand coming to rest on top of yours.

"Just thinking about all the things I'd like to do to you in that dress." He replied, moving your palm to his lips so he could kiss it. He wasn't totally lying either. From the moment you had stepped out of the bathroom, Tony started thinking of ways to get that dress off you later. Once you had a ring on your finger.

"Well, I know how you feel about hot rod red." You teased him, your easy smile returning as you leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Wait until you see what's under it."

Tony's mouth dropped slightly at the insinuation and wasted no more time lifting you up in the air, causing you to squeal. "That's it. We're going back to the cottage." He was sure the writing was done by now anyway.

You laughed, that beautiful sound making a smile appear on Tony's face no matter how nervous he was. "But Tony, I'm hungry." You whined.

He sighed, pretending your hunger was a big inconvenience to him, "fine, but no more teasing."

"I promise on my love for Iron Man's ass there will be no more teasing." You promised him with a wink.

He let you down, a little slower than was necessary, letting your body press against his for a few moments before your feet touched the ground. "Can I just say how proud I am of the fact that you know who really has the best ass in America."

"How could I miss it?" You asked, wrapping an arm around his middle, leaning into his side.

Tony pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding in a chuckle as the two of you finally approached the suspiciously empty restaurant.

"Uh, Tony," You drew his attention to the door where a sign stating, "closed due to imminent weather" was posted.

" ... Damn it,” were the only words that Tony could think of. His plan had just been altered drastically. He had planned to use this time in the restaurant to get his head straight and make a romantic speech leading up to the words in the sand back at their cottage. Now that was all shot to hell.

"Hey, no big deal," You reassured him, sensing his anxiety. "We can just go back and order in. Sit outside and watch the storms roll in. It'll be great."

At the sound of a loud crack, both of you looked up just as the sky lit with lightening. The world had to be shitting him at this point.

"No chance that's your buddy, Thor right?" You asked. It was then that the sky chose to open up, water drenching your bodies and soaking you both to the core. "Run!" You yelled, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

Turns out running didn't help much. By the time the two of you had made it back, both of your bodies were dripping all over the hardwood floors. "I'm going to make this up to you, I swear." Tony promised. "Whatever you want. Tickets to anything, all the Chicago pizza you could eat, you can redo the bedroom like you've been wanting to-"

"Tony!" You interrupted, putting your hand over his mouth. "I just want to get out of these clothes and order some pizza."

"Deal," Tony murmured under your hand. "Take out menus are over there." He told you, nodding his head to a set of drawers by the window.

You headed to them while Tony decided this would be a perfect time to grab the ring. Before he could though, you spoke up again.

"Damn, look how high those waves are." You said, opening the door to the outside... Where Tony's question was waiting.

Panic settled in his chest as he realized what was about to happen. “Y/N, wait!" He followed you out the door to the covered balcony, stopping right behind you. "Let me-"

"Someone's written in the sand. Who could have gotten over here-?"

There was something written in the sand all right. It was the words, "ill me" the rest having been washed away. Tony just stared at it in disbelief. Never in his life had things gone so wrong so quickly. Out of all the things he had done in his life, this had been the thing he wanted to get right. Tony ran a frustrated hand through his hair and turned away, unable to look at this latest failure.

"Tony?" He stopped as he felt your gentle hand on his back. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Not particularly." Tony replied, still facing the cottage.

"Tony..." You repeated, tugging him around to face you, and pulled him close. He breathed out at the sensation of your soft body melting against his. "Tell me. Get it off that chest."

"I just wanted to do it right." One look into your concern filled eyes and Tony was spilling everything. "You've put up with so much of my shit for two years you deserved the best damn proposal this world has ever seen. Then the restaurant's closed, the water's washed the words away-"

"And I found the ring two weeks ago." You interrupted.

"Exactly! All I wanted to do was make up for some of the stuff-“ It was at that moment your words caught up with him. You had... "Wait, what?"

You slipped your arms around his neck, smiling up at him with a soft look in your eyes that fueled his growing panic. "For a genius, I thought Tony Stark would find a better place to hide an engagement ring than his underwear drawer."

It took him a moment to digest your words, but when he did, he spoke the only words he could think of. "To be fair, I thought that was the only place you'd never look."

You shrugged your shoulders. "I like to wear yours sometimes when you're on a mission."

The image of you lounged around in bed in nothing but a pair of his underwear and one of his t-shirts filled his mind, and he licked his lips. "You've never sent pictures of this?"

A laugh left you as you playfully punched his shoulder. "The answer is yes by the way."

"Yes?" Tony repeated, his mind still focused on the image you had put there.

You shook your head with a little laugh. "Yes, I'll marry you, Tony.”

Tony couldn't believe it. No matter how many people had told him you were going to say yes, he could never understand why. Now, hearing the words come from your mouth, he still couldn’t. "Are you sure? You've seen first hand how everything around me tends to go to hell. I'm sarcastic, selfish, don't play well with others, have a bad habit of putting myself in life threatening situations-"

Once again you stopped his rambling, this time with a kiss that promptly stopped his heart as well. Hot and breathy and like you wanted nothing more than to share your whole self with him. Tony parted his lips and your tongue met his, intent and firm for a brief moment before you pulled away. He didn’t want you to and held you close, feeling your warm breath caress his lips as you spoke. "You gonna keep loving me, Stark?"

"Always," he replied, never more sure of anything in his life.

"Then fuck the rest. That's all I need to know."

As Tony pulled you in for another kiss. he couldn't stop the large smile from forming on his face. Through everything he put you through, you still for some insane reason, loved him.

What more could he ask for?

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #tony stark fanfiction

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dragonkeeper19600 · 4 years

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Super Mario Bros.: Fallen Star AU (Part 2)

Part 1 is here.

Stella spent most of her childhood in that same secluded cottage where she was born.

Her mother Peach, Toadsworth, and a small number of servants lived there with them.

All the staff in the house were sworn to secrecy. If Bowser ever learned that Peach and her daughter were living in Sarasaland, it could be trouble.

The world waited anxiously to see if Bowser would expand his empire outside the Mushroom Kingdom.

But, he didn’t.

The truth was, he had come in some way to fear the Havoc Star, the very entity that had given him his victory.

He was still unwilling to give it up, but he himself had barely survived that final attack on Peach’s Castle,

And it had killed Mario, something he had never been able to do and - he realized in the few moments of complete self-honesty - had never really wanted to do.

So, he kept it under tight lock and key, using it as a deterrent more than anything else.

But, his forces were still probing the depths of space for Peach.

But, though she grew up in safety, Stella became restless.

Her mother and the other adults around her frequently told her stories of Mario, her hero father, and how he’d saved the Mushroom Kingdom time and time again.

She learned, from an early age, that she was a princess whose rightful kingdom had been stolen from her by a monster named Bowser.

Unsurprisingly, she came to think of the faraway Mushroom Kingdom, a country she had never seen, as hers.

And, she came to idolize Mario, dreaming of becoming a great hero like him.

But, these noble dreams were deeply troublesome to Luigi.

At every waking moment, he was plagued by an all-consuming fear:

What if I lose her, too?

Luigi didn’t live with Peach and Stella, but he and Daisy visited them often.

A few years after Stella was born, Luigi and Daisy were married.

At first, it was a question if they ever could be together.

After all, wasn’t Luigi supposed to be hiding?

But, Daisy ultimately decided she didn't want to wait.

Why should they have to put their lives on hold just because of Bowser?

Their wedding was simultaneously an act of love and defiance.

We won’t spend our lives hiding and cowering because of you. We’re going to carry on.

But, for all Daisy’s noble ideals, and Luigi’s ultimate acceptance, Peach was still unable to attend the wedding.

That she missed her best friend’s wedding ceremony was a source of deep regret for Peach.

Luigi and Daisy privately celebrated with Peach, Stella, and Toadsworth afterword.

Even so, Peach had lost even the most basic things she had come to take for granted.

Eventually, Daisy and Luigi started to bring their own kids around to visit Stella.

Stella loved her cousins but became increasingly aware of the huge difference between their lives and hers.

They were all royalty, but her cousins were known and loved all throughout their country, whereas Stella had to hide.

Stella longed to leave the comfort of her refuge.

She wanted adventure in the great, wide somewhere.

Toadsworth passed away while Stella was still little, and so she spent much of her childhood wracking Luigi’s poor nerves.

She played rougher than he liked, roamed farther than he liked.

Luigi was neurotic and overprotective with his own children,

But with Stella, he worried on a whole other level.

Peach and Daisy were able to eventually convince him to train her in jumping, fighting, etc.

Their reasoning is that it would be better for Stella to be prepared if anyone ever did come for her.

Luigi, however, would’ve preferred for everything he taught her to be strictly theoretical.

He would be content if she stayed home for the rest of her life

And the skills he gave her were never put to use.

It should be pointed out that at this point, Luigi had resumed his heroics in the Mushroom Kingdom.

He was tempted for a long time to retire.

After all, he had a wife and kids now.

He had done all he could, and the Mushroom Kingdom had still fallen.

The people didn’t need a failure like him.

But, no matter how much he tried to reason with himself, he couldn’t ignore the Call.

Before, when he’d stayed behind to “guard the home front,” it had been with the knowledge that Mario was out there handling it.

But now, Mario was gone.

If Luigi didn’t come, then no one would.

But, there was a problem.

Technically, Luigi was now a prince of Sarasaland.

If he began interfering with Bowser’s rule in the Mushroom Kingdom, it might mean war,

A war that no one in Sarasaland felt they could win.

So, Luigi took a cue from Daisy,

And did his heroics in a mask.

And, don’t pretend you don’t know what his alter-ego looked like.

(To clarify something, I don’t think Mr. L exists in the main continuity. I think this is something unique to the Paper Mario universe. These events would be the debut of the Mr. L costume in this universe because multiversal resonance and all that.)

Luigi, as Mr. L, would sneak into the Mushroom Kingdom and rescue the Toads still trapped there, helping them to escape Bowser’s rule and run elsewhere.

Mr. L became sort of a resistance vigilante.

That Mr. L is actually Luigi is one of those widely-kept secrets that everyone knew.

But, although Bowser suspected Mr. L was Luigi, he was never able to prove it.

Sarasaland always firmly denied that Mr. L was Luigi.

After all, Luigi was right here in the capital with his wife. Don’t be silly!

Complicating matters was that Luigi had gone prematurely gray after Mario’s death.

So, he looked just different enough for there to be doubt.

But, going solo against Bowser’s tightly regulated war machine was putting a strain on Luigi.

There were so many people living in a state of oppression under Bowser, and there was no way he could save them all.

And it didn’t improve his mood when he caught Stella following him across the border.

Stella was 16 at the time and had decided she was ready to fight alongside her uncle.

Mr. L was jumped by a few of the Koopa Troop, and he nearly had a heart attack when Stella joined the brawl.

She held her own just fine, but when the dust cleared and the enemies had fled, Stella was stunned when her uncle responded not with gratitude or praise but fury.

What did she think she was doing here? Did she think this was some kind of game?

I told you to stay with your mother!

Stella’s adrenaline-fueled excitement gave way to indignation.

She’d helped! He can’t pretend she hadn’t helped!

The Mushroom Kingdom is her country! She can’t sit by and do nothing!

She’s not a child anymore! (She was.)

Luigi grabbed her by the shoulders and exploded.

If they find out who you are, they’ll kill you!

Why don’t you understand? What’s wrong with you?

Do you want me to watch you die? DO YOU?

Stella is stunned. She’s used to Luigi worrying over her but not like this.

Luigi drops to his knees and buries his face in her stomach.

I’m begging you!

Please, don’t do this to me!

Stella feels tears on her overalls.

She hears herself agreeing.

She’s called Luigi “Zio” (the Italian word for “uncle”) her whole life.

Okay, Zio. Okay.

I’ll stay home.

I won’t leave anymore.

Please, don’t cry.

Ever since she was a child, Stella had been in awe of her uncle’s love for her.

He spoke of her father often, and his voice was always so sad.

One night, when she’d been unable to fall asleep, she’d heard someone come into her room.

She’d kept her eyes closed as that someone stroked her bangs from her forehead.

She’d known it was her uncle when she felt the whiskers on her cheek.

He’d left, closing the door behind him. She’d ducked her head beneath her sheets, her heart full to bursting.

What’s a little girl meant to do with so much love, so much sorrow?

She’d sometimes felt as though it would crush her.

It was her uncle’s love for her, his sorrow, and, ultimately, his fear of her

That made her agree.

She allowed him to escort her home.

She kept her promise for two years.

#super mario bros #fallen star au #luigi #stella #mr. l #princess peach #princess daisy #toadsworth #mario #bowser #angst #character death #havoc star #fan fic #au

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grotesquegabby · 5 years

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Queen Vs God

Part 6

I believe this is the final part. I saved this title for the final part so it must be lol.

Warning: Blood, Violence, Gore, abuse mentions, flashbacks, revenge, body horror

Also facing ones abuser

Another day had passed, Calliope was on edge. She had only ever felt this way once before and that was when she had brought Billy to her home for the first time. And now there was news of Ula having gone missing, Jelly was in a panic. Considering that Mana was gone, Calliope could only conclude that she went out to look for Lennie and Ama on her own. As much as Calliope admired her bravery, she was worried for the young one. Jelly had been looking for Ula since she found out she was gone, Davey safe with her parents. Cuckoo had gotten the help of their circus to locate Thyone and that was all. Knowing Thyone she had traps and others enslaved to take any and all intruders down. Calliope took a sip of her tea, it was made to help calm her nerves. It wasn’t doing much in this time, a few tears falling. Cuckoo insisted she stay put in her state, and to not worry them she did. She felt a helplessness she never knew before. Is this what being human was like?

The door to Calliopes home burst open, and she looked up surprised. Cuckoo stood there eyes wide and frantic, “We found her!” Calliope set her cup down so as not to drop it. “Tell me everything.”

Out on the outskirts of the city, far deep into the woods. In an old worn down building. Rain beating down upon it as thunder and lightning clashed. Lennie watched the rain hit the window, laying on the floor in pain. He felt weak though mostly healed. His mother had gotten bored of him but found a way to keep him in place. She having force fed him something keeping him in a weakened state. He could only assume it had some type of plant, she mentioned it earlier. though it was hard to catch. All she said was their kind became disoriented and weak consuming it. Lennie sure felt like shit at the moment. He could really go for a nap. His eyes starting to close, sleep overtaking him.

Amaranthus sat alone on a bed in a room. She looked around at the surroundings. one window with bars on it. She whimpered softly as the thunder crashed, she wished so much to be with her dad. The wicked witch was gone for now, but she knew it wouldn’t be long till she came back.

Billy had left the city, he left a text to Maggie to let her know he was alright. Knowing her she was worried about him. He hoped that this would be over soon. His shoes crunched along the grass, his cane doing the same. The rain poured down upon him despite everything he didn’t care. Lightning flashed and he thought he saw something brightly colored out of the corner of his eye. He turned in the direction he saw it, when lightning flashed again nothing was there. He glared knowing full well he was not alone. “Took you long enough to find me boy...” He quickly spun around to face the voice but no one was there. He hissed under his breath, “Show yourself.” A laugh sounded in the trees, and Billy looked around. She was here, but where. “Is that anyway to talk to your mother...little...boy..” a slight shiver went down his spine but he shook it off and growled, “You are no mother of mine.”

“Finally standing up for yourself, look at you my little baby” She said with a pout to her tone, “all...grown...up..I see”

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“ooh all grown up, already. Such a little thing you are, trying to act like a big man.” Thyone rolled her eyes. Billy had his little fists clenched and he was terrified, baring his teeth at the one who called herself mother. “I want to go home, I want to see my brother!” Her gaze snapped to him and it was terrifying. He shuddered underneath it, and took a step back. “You are home, and I won’t tolerate such a foul mouth...little boy.” She stood up and walked towards him, any ounce of bravery he had melted away into absolute fear.

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Billy shook his thoughts away and listened. The voice sounded like it was in front of him. He looked up to see her. “Where are they...” He demanded. Thyone looked at him blankly, “Whoever are you talking about dear?” Thunder roared as he shouted, “You know who I’m talking about?!” His teeth bared, pointed and sharp ready to attack. Thyone scoffed and rolled her eyes, “oooh, I see. You mean the...waste of space and the brat. Why didn’t you ever tell me you had a little one dearest. You know I don’t like secrets.” Thyone said ever so sweetly. A growl emenated from Billy and she sighed, “Who did you have her with. She can’t be the red heads little brat. Noo....she has a familiar smell to her though. Dare I say could it be...” “Shut up!” Billy snapped at her. Thyone smirked, “So she is then...How long’s it been. a couple hundred years. Where ever this little brat came from apparently time is slower there. You get to be a family after all~” She teased, “Does she know~” Billy ran forward to attack but when he did she was gone. He muttered under his breath and her voice called back, “Why don’t we play a game.” Billy grumbled, “Doesn’t sound like I have a choice.” He heard her chuckle but couldn’t see her. “It’s sort of like a scavenger hunt, with hide and seek. Remember...we played this game so often when you were but a tiny thing.” She stepped into view further into the trees. Billy glared, “How could I forget...you love your games after all.” She gave only a grin in reply, “Shall we begin.”

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Meanwhile with a certain brave adventurer, Mana led the way. They were in a deep evergreen forest. Ula and Mana were well on their way to finding Amaranthus and her dad. Mana barked trying to get her attention. Ula looked at him and lightning flashed in the sky. He was crouched down and whimpering, it wasn’t safe to be outside. Despite their mission, Mana wanted to keep Ula safe. At the moment she was his number one priority. He nudged her in the direction of safety and she pet his wet head gently, “alright, let’s take a moment.” He hurried her along to a large tree, quickly making work of shelter. Ula watched him curiously as he made a burrow. It didn’t take him long as he came up from the little hole to lead her into it. Once inside he curled around her to keep her safe. It was dark but in the darkness he slowly started to glow, the patterns on his head, back, and tail emenating a glow into the dark burrow.

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Cecilio watched as Calliope spoke with Cuckoo. They seemed like a good sort, a happy family with little ones on the way. To say he didn’t feel a little bit jealous would be a lie. He wanted what they had, but knew it was out of his reach. He had the boys, and even grandkids. But he was getting old, at least he thought so. He felt useless, hopeless, and alone. Before he could continue his thoughts he caught Calliope heading his way. He straightened up a bit and tried not to look dejected. She gave him a look, of course she did. She could see right through him, elders were just like that. “Cecilio, you know Thyone best. We need your help with how to detain her.” “Detain her? Why...shouldn’t we just.” Cecilio started but Calliope stopped him, “I want to take her to the Elders. She’s more trouble then anyone knows or realizes. For me this is the final straw.” Cecilio wanted to know what she could have been doing that the Elders would get involved with, but the look on her face told him he shouldn’t ask at this time. “Alright well...I’ll help in anyway I can.” Maggie perked up from her own seat on the couch, “I want to help, anyway I can please.” Calliope frowned in thought, “I suppose you can help us get Billy, knowing him he’s either found her already or is on the verge of it. I don’t want him doing anything rash. I feel you may help us reach him since his brother isn’t here with us and I am in no condition to go myself.” Maggie nodded nervously, “I will do my best.” Calliope gave a sad smile, “I believe you will do wonderfully.” Cecilio pulled out a cigar, “Do you ladies mind if I smoke, I don’t like talking about Thyone without one. Her name tastes bad on my tongue.” Calliope motioned towards the garden, “you may smoke outside.” He gave a nod and stood up, heading towards the doors. The rain was heavy as he entered the garden but stayed under the shade of the deck area. With a scrape of his gloved thumb against the stone it lit up in flame. He lit his cigar with it and shook the flame off. Calliope stood a few feet away from him watching the rain fall into the vast garden. Maggie having followed along with Cuckoo. She wanted to know more on the plan to detain Thyone. “Now Cecilio, give us all the information you have.” Cecilio chuckled darkly as he blew out some smoke, “Of course Lady Life, I’m an open book.”

Back with Billy, he was hating every moment of the dumb little game his mother wanted him to play. The things she wanted him to find were clues to find his brother and daughter, he was sure of it. She had completely vanished after telling him the details. The one thing that bothered him, was the plant. He had found a large area covered in the stuff, clearly alien and not of this planet. He was fine to step on it with his shoes but skin contact would prove bad. He’d seen it before, experienced it before. She has used it on him to keep him quiet more often than not. Small doses of the flowers nectar, not enough to kill him since it would have because he was so young.

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“It’s not enough to kill you. Just enough to keep you quiet and still” She said with an annoyed tone. A small young Billy lay feeling ill, and so very weak on a dark colored couch. “If you would just behave and stop trying to run away I wouldn’t have to do this.” She sighed running a hand through her hair. “It will wear off by tomorrow, hopefully you will think twice.”

He didn’t, he kept trying. And of course she got violent or used the poisonous nectar. It was hard to say which was worse. Either way he wouldn’t be able to move afterwords.

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Billy hissed at the memory as it only led to more. He wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t break. He would not show any signs of weakness. With a deep breath and his gloved hands he picked one of the flowers and crushed it. He knew damn well what these being here meant. Seeing a little note hidden in the flowers, he picked it up. Reading it only made him angrier, he tore it to shreds before he trekked on further into the trees. Alex’s words echoed in his mind.

‘You’re a monster, act like it.’

Still in the forest the storm had calmed down but the rain hadn’t let up. Ula had fallen asleep for just a little while, but Mana had stayed awake to keep watch. By now the two of them were dry but Mana still worried for his little one. He wanted her to rest but he knew she wanted to keep going. So begrudgingly he nudged her to rouse her from her slumber. Ula patted him gently and ended up pulling him into a hug which normally would send him into a happy frenzy, causing him to snuggle with her longer but...they had a mission to return too. He licked her face and made little chirping sounds to wake her. Eventually it did, Ula rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking around the dry burrow. “How long were we here for?” She asked but Mana only barked in reply. She peeked out and sure enough it had gotten darker out, and it was still pouring. She dusted herself off and grabbed Manas leash, “Well we should hurry, we’re close I know it.”

Back with Cecilio, he had told Calliope everything. It was decided that Maggie would into get Billy if he was there when they arrived. Cuckoo and their circus troupe would do all they could to capture Thyone along with Cecilio’s help. The plan was pretty much to overpower her. Calliope had plucked something ever so carefully from her garden, it was further in, away from everything else. “I will give you something to aid you in weakening her. It is a plant with properties to put things to sleep for a while. It will take only a moment, once it is done. I will let you know and then that’s when it will begin.” She gave them all a reassuring look before heading off to the kitchen.

Maggie sighed and fiddled with her nails nervously. Cecilio placed his hand on her shoulder, “It’ll be alright.” He sounded like he was questioning if it really would be or not but tried to keep a strong face.

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Billy knew it was late, as the cloudy sky seemed to get darker as he neared his destination. The old building was partially destroyed. Broken rotting wood, crumbled cement. But the building mostly stayed the same, besides the bits that seemed broken. Vines were overgrown and many windows were broken. Clearly it was abandoned ages ago just like the other old lab he passed by. Curious as to why these buildings were out here and scattered Billy didn’t have much time to think of it when the double doors in front of him slowly opened up to a lobby. He growled and walked in... showtime.

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Mana had led Ula to an abandoned building covered in vines, broken windows. Clearly in need of repair. “So their in there huh. Let’s go in and find them.” Mana yipped quietly and led her around the building to find a small opening. Sure enough he found a little hole in the wall, a small tunnel leading inside. Mana led the way snuffling along, Ula carefully crawling in behind him. The way was dark and having gotten so late didn’t help. Ula knew she was safe though as manas tail would always brush on her face gently every so often. It would be when he slowed down to make sure she was still there. Soon enough they had made it inside, an abandoned office room. A potted plant that lay withered and dead in the corner, a smashed in computer. The office chair was on its side, all its wheels gone. Mana was sniffing around and growled he didn’t like the place, Ula ran her hand along his back slowly to calm him. The place was cold and empty but then again it seemed the place was always that way. Files were scattered everywhere, many torn up and in the garbage. “It seemed whoever these people were, they were in a hurry to leave.” She hurried to the open doorway and peeked out. No one in sight in the halls, all empty. “Come on Mana, lead the way.” She held out a piece of fabric belonging to Lennie and Mana gave it another few sniffs before hurrying out. Ula running after him.

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Cuckoo and their crew had left with the little vials that Calliope provided for them. It was enough, she had told them, to put her to sleep. Maggie and Cecilio having gone with them, their own vials in hand. Calliope said not to drop it, as even a little bit would be enough to make one weak and tired. Maggie held the vial tightly but not so to break it, she wanted this to be over with. She wanted Ama, Lennie and Billy to be okay. And most of all she wanted Thyone to pay for everything she had done. They had made their way into the forest, following old paths. Along the way Maggie saw something catch her eye, a beautiful plant surrounded by ones similar to it blooming along the forest floor. The urge to pluck one overcame her but before she could Cecilio grabbed her hand, “Don’t...” “Why what’s wrong?” Maggie said quietly worried a certain someone was nearby. “Those’ll kill ya. Look but don’t touch.” He let her hand go and continued through the woods. Maggie stared back at the flowers and backed up.

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Billy had entered the abandoned building, a lobby which was rich with decay and overgrown nature. Taking back what was taken from it. His heels and cane clicked along the old linoleum floor as he made his way over to where he could sense his mother...and brother, and his precious baby girl. He hurried along and soon enough doors opened to reveal a large mostly empty room. What once was a cafeteria was now a battleground. The doors slammed behind him and he took a few more steps in.

“That’s close enough.”

He stopped where he stood and glared, before he could speak Thyone held up a hand, “Tut tut....not yet. We have much to discuss.” She ran one of her hands through Amaranthus’ hair gently before tugging on it hard. Amaranthus bit back a screech, holding tightly to Mune whose neck had been torn out. No longer a living doll. Her other hand was gripping tightly onto the ruffles of Lennie’s outfit choking him a bit. He was trying to move but having a hard time, his arms looked weak and he seemed to struggle a bit with his breathing. Billy’s eyes widened, “You didn’t....” Thyone grinned, “I did..He’s being so well behaved now wouldn’t you say. Now....I’m going to give you a choice William.” She stared him down.

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Maggie looked up at the abandoned building, Cuckoo and their circus had the place surrounded. Cecilio stared it down, “She’s in there....they all are. Maggie are you sure you want to go in there?” He gave her worried look. Maggie nodded, “I want to help. I’m going to get Billy out of there. And Lennie and Ama if I can. I don’t want them getting hurt more than..” She took a deep breath. Cecilio patted her back, “I know...you got this. I believe in you, now...go get em.” Maggie nodded and hurried into the building. The doors slamming open and closed loudly once she was in. Leaving everyone outside to wait for a signal.

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Thyones eyes snapped towards the doors behind Billy and rolled her eyes, “Seems we have company. I don’t want us to be interrupted....” Doors could be heard slamming through out the building, cracking glass fixed itself.

Outside of the building, crumbled stone rebuilt itself with broken glass, doors shut tight. Cecilio ran forward and tried ramming into the door, “No no no no no!” He tried again and again. He called out for the others and they tried as well. Cecilio tried getting in through teleportation but one can’t if they haven’t seen the place before. He had no clue what the inside looked like and neither did anyone.

Back inside the building, Thyone smirked, “Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You have a choice.” Billy held his ground. “It’s simple you may come and take them from me but....you have to choose who. Your lovely~ little girl....” She motioned with a tug on Amaranthus’ hair. “Or your darling~ brother.”

“That’s it?” Billy questioned.

Thyone chuckled, “oh no I almost forgot, whoever you don’t pick. You have to kill.” Billy growled, “You fucking bit...” “Ah ah ah...You have a limited amount of time dear one. If you don’t pick soon I’m going to kill both of them.” Billy froze before taking another step, “What....”

Meanwhile with Ula, Mana had come to a halt hiding behind a counter in a large room. It was a kitchen and serving station of a cafeteria. “Did you just smell the food” whispered Ula. Mana motioned with his claws towards the door leading to the larger room. Ula quietly poked her head in just a bit to see, she glared at the woman she saw. She almost gasped when she saw Ama, and Lennie in her hold. She would have walked right out to help if she hadn’t caught Billy’s stare. He made a motion with the hand holding the cane. A small gesture to wait but a moment. Normally Ula would have disregarded it but she waited.

Billy started toward his mother, he let go of his cane and it stood where he left it. His fists clenched he whispered, “You think you can just make me choose...”

He saw Lennie pleading with him, mouthing to take Amaranthus. “I’ll...b...be fine.” He said with a sad smile. Amaranthus on the verge of tears in Thyones hold. The sight of them, broke him.

“Ten seconds before I choose for you.....”

She took a step back still holding onto them tightly, counting down slowly.

“10...”

Billy took a step forward, “After everything you’ve done....”

“9....”

He bared his teeth, “everytime you struck me...”

“8....”

His gloves started to tear, black claws peering out ripping the white fabric. “All the times you p̸̮̗͔͕̋̓̄̕ö̴̡̨͇̲́͌̊̑̕i̸̟͗̅̑̕̕s̴̨̛̮̙͇̽͂͊o̴͔̒́n̵͓̆͐̑͗́e̵͍̿̂̋̚d̴̤̦̳́ me....”

“7...you better hurry up and make your decision...”

Double doors burst open and in tripped Maggie, “Billy!” She called out but he heeded no mind. He couldn’t hear her.

“6....” Thyone glared at Maggie as she stepped back more. Billy moving forward slowly...stalkingly.

“All the things you did to me... All the things you..you let ŏ̸̰̌̏͗̃ť̴̡̳̏̇ḧ̶̨̦͈̩́̈ḛ̸͑̇̕r̶̖̈́s̸̺̼̓̽̑ ̸͙͈͎̀͂d̵̢͔͒o̸̗͍̓̉̄ ̴͍͒t̶̡̬̘͔̔̊͠o̵̯̰̔͑̏̃̊ ̷̝̠̘͋̉m̷̩̏e̴̢͇̋̈́̆̔. ” His voice seemed to crack.

“...5...hurry up and make the decision before I do it for you like last time.”

“last time?” He questioned quietly. Thyone grinned, “She was in the way, she was holding you back.” Billy shook with the relization, “You....”

“4....tick tock boy...”

“You killed her....It wasn’t me...”

“3 and a half....”

Blackened eyes stared at the bee woman, and she visibly shuddered but held her ground.

“And now....” He said ever so softly, “And now....” before coming to a stop. Thyone called out quietly, “..........two......on...” A loud crash sounded as Thyone was thrown back. Lennie and Amaranthus fell to the floor. Lennie grunted in pain as Amaranthus held her head crying.

Ula took her chance and ran to the two of them with Mana following closely. Maggie looked up eyes wide, “Ula!” She hurried over to the fallen two as well. “Everyones worried about you Ula, especially Jelly.” Ula nodded in understanding, “I know, and I don’t mean to worry her but I wanted to help.” Lennie looked up at the two of them and weakly grabbed Ula’s hand, “Get...Ama..outta here. Okay.” Ula frowned, “What about you?” Lennie waved her off, “Maggie’s got me. Just...” he grimaced a bit feeling awfullly dizzy, “just...get her far from..h..here.” He took a deep breath as best he could. Ula nodded and grabbed Ama, Mana helping Ula get her off the floor. Maggie grabbed Lennie, and he winced. “Sorry” She said but Lennie shook his head not being able to respond. She picked him up carefully and looked up worried. Thyone and Billy were fighting, but she had to get Lennie and Amaranthus out of there. Along with Ula and Mana now too. “Follow me..” She said reluctantly leaving Billy behind with her. Ula and Mana followed, Amaranthus was holding onto Mana tightly as she was laying on his back. They left through the doors that Maggie came through. The Doors shut behind them and stayed in place.

Thyone growled and stood up from where she was knocked down, “You always were a stubborn thing....” She muttered under her breath. Billy growled from where he stood, “no clue as to where that comes from...” he said sarcasm dripping off his words. She gave him a glare, her own claws coming out. With one last look, claws clashed. Thyones wings buzzed and fluttered as she used them to dodge out of Billy’s way each time. Sending him flying every which way. He hissed at her and took a moment to catch his breath. “Just face it boy...you are nothing and you always will be nothing if you keep this up.” Thyone had her arms crossed “Me?....nothing...I think you should get your old eyes checked mother...” replied Billy in a condescending tone. His chin start to split open and his lower jaw ripped in half to reveal a mouth full of teeth as he roared and rammed into her, knocking her down to the ground hard. His back burst open revealing long black tendrils that grabbed and tore at her. Thyone tried to bite back a scream as her wings were ripped from her back painfully slow. Before the second could be ripped completely off she elbowed Billy in the face knocking him back. She was breathing hard and held a fierce glare, “You wretched little parasite.” It didn’t take long for Billy to recover. He lunged at her before she quickly moved out of the way. Long insect limbs bursting forth from her oown back, keeping her out of his reach. She scurried quickly up the walls. Billy paused, his eyes glowing in the darkening room.

“F̸̧̩͖̤̞̤͍͙̖͚̌̀̅̇͌̈̄͝å̶̛̝̪l̷̳͕̗̭̩̭̟̥̼̪̳̦̦͊̈́͑͂͛̄͂͘͝ͅl̶̙̭̘͈̤̏̉“

Thyone felt something come over her, her legs tripping over each other as she soon fell from the ceiling. Her long limbs curled and twitched. It wasn’t that painful of a fall but it did hurt a bit. She turned over a bit to get up but was forced back down onto the floor, “Get off me you..AHHHH!” Billy had taken one of the insect legs and ripped it from her with ease. Black blood sprayed and dripped upwards from her now exposed wound.

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Maggie hurried a little faster after hearing the screams, and she tried to think positive. Lennie was dead weight in her arms and so that made him a bit heavy despite his size. The doors that she came in were coming closer and she smiled a bit relieved. She reached out and tried to open the door, but it didn’t budge, “We’re locked in? It was unlocked when I....” Something rammed into the door. She peeked out the little window, it was Cecilio. “Cecilio!” She knocked on it hard, “We’re here! What’s happening?” Cecilio halted in his actions and looked up to see Maggie through the tiny wall of glass, “no one can get in. The windows aren’t breaking and doors are impossible to break down.” Ula tugged on Maggies dress, “I might be able to help.” Maggie looked down at her quizzically, “alright” Ula made a rabbit hole open up, “This way, we can get outside then.” Mana went in first with Ama, Ula following close behind and Maggie soon jumped in after.

A rabbit hole opened up near Cuckoo and they looked down a bit surprised till Mana came bounding out happily with his tail wagging. “Oh Mana, so good to see you and you have Ama.” He praised the little axlotl. Ula and Maggie came through next, “We have Lennie but...” “Billy’s still inside I take it...” Cecilio had hurried over when he heard barking. Maggie nodded reluctantly, “I’m sorry he was...” “He was hurt!” Cecilio panicked. Maggie shook her head quickly, “No no he was..” “He was out cold!!” Cecilio replied worried. “No Cecilio he was fighting...” She sighed, “I didn’t know how to ...and I didn’t want to risk the others as much as I wanted to stop him.” Cecilio sighed with relief, “It’s alright...Ula.” the young girl looked up at him curiously, “Do you mind sending me in there. I want to go help em out, plus I got some medicine the old insect needs to take.” He gently shook the little vial in his hand. Cuckoo looked at Cecilio concerned, “Are you sure you wish to go in by yourself. We can all follow after you, the plan was to detain her after all.” “Yeah, shes expecting a big group though, plus with Billy distracting her I think this will be a perfect chance to ambush.” Cecilio rationalized, “Plus if Billy’s not all there at the moment...it would be wise to send in someone who knows him. Lennie the poor guy isn’t up to snuff right now.” He looked at Lennie heartbroken feeling that in some way it was his fault he was suffering. Cuckoo nodded in understanding, “We will give you some time but if we deem it necessary we will follow after you.” Cecilio nodded and Ula opened up a rabbit hole for him. With a grin he took a step forward, “Show time~” and vanished.

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A scream pierced through the air like a knife, drowning out any sound from outside the walls. Screaming, cursing, as blood black as sin spilled and sprayed along the walls. An old unknown language spewed forth violently from the one causing the carnage.

Thyones ears buzzed from the pain but the pressure on her back left long ago it seemed as she crawled and struggled to get up. She could hear him talking and it was unpleasant. His voice echoing despite there not being an echo in the room when they spoke before. His words sent painful sparks through her veins as it dripped with venom. He was doing something to her and she didn’t know what. She bumped into something and slowly lifted her head, slightly trembling from the loss of blood.

“Where are you going....mother.”

She glared and fell back, “You stay back...you...you...”

“You you you..” He mocked her, his face bare of any expression, “We’re not done here” He took a step forward. She dragged herself back. From what she could tell he looked as if he was back to normal, but the aura emanating from him said otherwise. “Oh dearest mother, you wish to be a Queen so bad.” He stated slipping off his gloves, “That’s fine, be a Queen.” he threw them to the floor without a care, “Rule over others as much as you want but you will still be nothing.” There it was, she almost flinched but held her glare at him. “Hold still...” Though she tried to move she found herself unable to move, eyes widening in realization. “You may be Queen, but I’m a God. Now tell me...” He bent down in a bowing manner to look her in the eyes, his own turning black. Thyone could only shiver as she stared into them.

“W̶̨̡̮̥̙̹̙̲͔̯̝̘̬̙͖̠̤̌̄̂̓̅̈́̒́̕͜ͅh̶̡̨̨̢̼͎̼͈̗͙͐̒̀̈̕̕̚͝a̴̢̨͎̹̜͙̘̬̗͍̳̤̝͕͂̽̍͑͐̓͠t̶̢̛̛͖̱̆̒̿̈́͌́̉̒̈́̃̋̓͆̉͘͠͝s̴̡̨̡͍͙̥̬͆͗͊̅̂͘̕͜ͅ ̸̮̼̲͚̻̼̫̞̯̽͐́̏̾̓å̷̧͓͍̰̪͔̙͖̘̜̻͉̟͉͈̼̼̂̀̓́̔͘ ̷̡̢̳̱̝̰̥͍̤͍̤̻̰̗͈̖̠͙̰͙́̽̃̔́̅̾͌̾̑̈́́͒͆̾̑̎̓̓̕̕͝͝Q̴̧̧̬̙̱̲͕̻̣͊͒͂̐̌͊̌͌͐͌̏̀͂́̆͋̔̕̚͘͠͠ü̷̡̞̱͇̭͓̬̺̘̅̂̽̀̇̽͒́́͜ͅȇ̷͙̰͊̊̐e̷̡̨̤̱̝̻͎̼͍̹̩̪̹̻̗̥͉̮̩̭̐͋̄̀ͅͅǹ̴̢̗̻͙̖̱̦̻̬̰̰͔͙̣̪̹̞̭̫͓̝̲̓̿̔̅̃̍́̾̐͋̀̿̕ ̷̠̯̬͙̞̲͍͓̟̗̱̘̈́̽̏̒̀̐͜͝͠t̶̡͇̜̫̳̠̩̉̅̓͆̈́̈́͂̌͗͊͐̐̃̊̒̅͐̂͘ȏ̸̼̯̼̺̻́͗̌̉̽̈́͋́̕ ̴̦̞͈͚̬̲̪͈̩̺͇͆̆̒͗̀̉̎̈́̀͠a̴̯͒̋͆̓̑͐͐̅̿̃̏̎͘͠ ̸̨̢̠̰̮͇͉̖͉̬̮͚͋̀͋̀̈́̚ͅͅG̷̢̡͌̒͛́̾̀̂̿́͐͛͒̊̄͋ǭ̸̡̛͚̫̳̖̣͎̦̮̙̪̥̭̫͔̬̻̭̽̎͆̑̔̑̓̓̑̑̆̏̓̂̒͌͘͝d̶̨̛̫̙̭̘̘͚̣̐̂̑̈͊ͅ...”

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Cecilio quickly but quietly ran through the corridors, good thing he didn’t wear his squeaky clown shoes today he thought to himself. Otherwise he’d be dead or have to deal with a broken hand again.

He found his way into the kitchen area, feeling it was the best route to where he was headed. Sure enough...he saw them. Billy standing over what looked to be a terrified Thyone. She was doing her best to keep her composure. Cecilio kept quiet not wanting to make himself known as he wanted to get the drop on her. But he heard it.

“Back on an old planet I once ruled long ago” He stated almost sorrowfully, “ it was considered an honor....to see what I truly looked like. How fortunate for you that I let you see me as I am.” His voice echoed along the walls, a sinister tone to it. He threw his hat off to the side and it landed on his cane that still stood up perfectly straight by some windows.

Cecilio swore he could hear whispering voices all around and he turned just in time. To watch as Billy’s clownish facade burst at the seems.

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Cuckoo looked up having sensed something off, “Get down, everyone get back!” A bright light exploded from the building shattering all the glass. Stone broke and crumbled from the intense explosion.

Maggie grabbed Ula and Lennie to take shelter behind a tree. Mana following suit. Everyone had gotten out of the way just in time. The light shone blindingly and the sounds of many screams and whispers could be heard.

And it was gone, just like that. The light, the voices all of it. When Maggie peeked at the building it was demolished more so than it was before. She gently set Lennie down by the tree since it was safe and got up, “Ula stay here with Lennie and Ama. I’m going to see what happened.” she hurried tears stinging her eyes, hoping to whatever powers at be that Billy and Cecilio were safe.

She saw Cuckoo and they had the same questioning look. What happened...

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Cecilio was curled up eyes scrunched closed but the memory of what he saw was forever stained in his brain.

He heard gasping and peeked out to see Thyone fading away. Billy back to normal and staring at her emotionless. “You....” She gasped, “You’re no different...” She chuckled triumphantly, “Th-the apple doesn’t fall...far from the tree.” She laughed despite coughing up blood. her legs were gone and so was most of her torso. Blood was splattered from what was left of her. “You’re a monster just like...” before she could finish her words, Billy interupted her, “I’m not a monster like you...” She gave him a quizzical look. “I’m a different breed.” then proceeded to stomp hard onto her head, crushing her skull completely. The rest felt apart and faded away soon after.

Billy looked up, “I have something that belongs to you...” Cecilio flinched at the look he gave him and stood up, “o-oh...um...you know Calliope isn’t going to be happy about this.” “Right now I don’t care, now...do you want it or not...” Billy held out his hand a single deadlight in it. Cecilio recognized it as one of his own as it had a light green glow to it. He felt his chest aching slightly at the sight, “..yes.”

“Go on then, take it.”

Maggie had walked around the building a bit, it was almost completely demolished, most of the sides and roof now missing. She looked up seeing Billy and Cecilio standing perfectly find next to each other, but no Thyone. She ran forward, “Billy!”

Cecilio and Billy looked over to see Maggie climbing over the rubble and running over. What they weren’t expecting...

Billy was shocked when he received a hard slap across the face, Maggie quickly grabbed him into a tight hug and sniffled, “You jerk!” Billy looked down but pulled her close and held her for a bit. Cecilio watched the two of them with a content smile, “We should get going. We have to get the little one home, and your brother needs a ton of sleep.” Billy nodded and reluctantly let Maggie go, “Lets get going then, shall we.”

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Once returned to town, they brought Lennie, Ula and Mana home. Jelly was in tears when Ula and Lennie were brought home. “I was worried sick.” She pulled Ula in for a hug and stood up looking over Lennie who was in Cecilio’s arms. He gave his best reassuring smile despite feeling like shit, “I’ll be good in a week tops. Promise.” Jelly smile a little despite how she felt, “you better.” She teased and kissed his forehead.

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Cuckoo returned to Calliope with the news and she sighed a little annoyed, while taking their hand. “It’s not your fault my darling clockwork. These things happen, but the other Elders may be upset they don’t get to delve out the punishment for her. That’s a them problem though.” She pulled Cuckoo in for a gentle kiss, “I’m just happy you are back safe in my arms.”

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Billy returned home with Ama curled up tight in his arms. Cecilio and Maggie close behind him. He nuzzled into her hair and she whimpered but held onto him tightly. She was fast asleep after all that happened, it was no wonder she was exhausted.

“We’re home.

#Part 6 #abuse mention #this gets dark #dark themes #violence #blood #gore #body horror #cannibalism #death #character death #fortunately cute Mana and Ula moments #protective Mana

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Zarkie Part 2

((Recommended you read this while listening to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxvVQE1tfYk ))

Danan led Zara to a room that didn’t show the ocean outside and that the water tunnels weren’t connect to.

“You can rest here for a bit,” Danan told her gently. Zara sat on the bed towards the middle and put her face in her hands.

Danan put a hand on her shoulder for comfort, “If it helps then you should know Bunny is recovering well and can be let go in the next day.”

Zara lifts her head to give a tiny smile, “That does make me feel better.”

“I will leave you to yourself unless you wish to have someone to speak to about what happened,” Danan inquired.

Zara shook her head, “I’d rather be alone right now. Maybe...maybe later?”

Danan gave her a gentle smile, “I will be here if you ever need to talk Zara.” Danan gave her a nod and then left the room.

Immediately tears welled up in Zara’s eyes and she couldn’t hold down the sob anymore. It was painful to be attacked by someone you loved and trusted. She had loved Jackie, trusted him, had hoped he would understand where she was coming from. Turns out love wasn’t so great either.

More sobs worked their way out of Zara and she let her grief pour out. Eventually the tears stopped and Zara dug the palm of her hands into her eyes until she saw stars. She felt drained both physically and emotionally.

“A shower,” Zara decided, “a shower and then a nap.”

The shower helped loosen Zara’s muscles and she left it feeling slightly more refreshed. It was the promise of a nap that was calling Zara now and she slumped into the bed. Through the walls she began hearing singing and Zara smiled as she drifted off to Greyson’s lullaby.

Schneep was doing rounds around the base when he caught sight of Danan approaching the underwater sections used to treat creatures. “Danan!” He called out and she paused.

“Henrik,” Danan says with a slight smile. Schneep feels a giddy rush in him before Danan motions for him to come around into the flooded room she was about to enter. He rushed over only to pause when entering the room. There was Rabbit Ray, not yet fully grown, drifting through the room with burn marks down it’s side and a familiar little hop to its swimming pattern.

“Bunny?”

“Anti got her while she and her brother were protecting Zara,” Danan said from next to him, “she will live but the burns may have made her swimming more difficult.”

It did look like she was struggling to swim as easily as she did before. It was still to early to tell if it was from the burns and it would get better once they healed or not.

“Chase!” Schneep blurted out, “I must tell him!”

Danan nodded, “I know. You should go. Chase would want to be here with his daughter.”

Schneep stayed long enough to say a heartfelt thank you to Danan and he was rushing out the hatch. He knew all the fastest ways to the safe shallows with how much he did this trip. He heard the familiar roars of his kind as he passed the creepvines before he entered the safe shallows.

“Chase!” Schneep yelled, “Chase come here.” He was approaching their cave quickly when Chase’s head popped out.

“Schneep? Schneep what’s the matter?”

Schneep felt his gills working overtime to take in oxygen from the water, “It’s Bunny Chase. She got hurt by Anti and had to be taken to the base to be healed. She’s fine now but I had to tell you.”

Chase had gone paler the longer Schneep had spoken until the end where he stayed silent and pale. Schneep backed off right in time as Chase exploded in anger, “He did WHAT!?”

Schneep wasn’t given time to answer before Chase was swimming past him swiftly in the direction of the base. He would continue after Chase once he could breathe properly.

Jackie roared as drifted along the edge of the safe shallows. He was itching for a fight but there was nothing around him that wasn’t afraid of dying.

There was a blur in the distance of something approaching Jackie fast and he puffed in preparation until he made out Chase.

“Chase! Where are you going?” Jackie called out.

Chase actually bared his teeth at Jackie and for a brief second Jackie recoiled as his brother had never done that before. “Anti attacked Bunny and now she’s being looked after by white suits at the base. I’m going to be with her,” Chase growled.

“You can’t go back there,” Jackie commanded, “the white suits will just end up locking Anti up! They’re as bad as the ones down in the lava zone!”

“Maybe Anti should be locked up!” Chase shouted back.

Jackie froze.

Chase continued, “He hurt Bunny. Bunny who is basically my child. What does he care about us us at this point. That-that thing is not our brother. If things continue like this someone will get hurt worse and...and he either needs to get locked up then or put down.”

Chase had barely finished his rant before he was taking off towards the base and leaving Jackie in horrified silence.

“You do not appear to be having a good day,” Danan said from behind Jackie. He yelped and whipped around to find her sitting on the seafloor on a rock bed. She patted the ground next to her, “But then Zara also appears to be having a bad day to.”

Jackie winced and looked away but went down to lay next to Danan. They both sat in silence before Jackie hesitantly spoke up, “I did something I shouldn’t have. Something I regret. I was angry and afterwords I was angry that I got angry at her and hurt her.”

Danan stayed silent and this prompted Jackie to continue, “I-I might have taken her words wrong. I don’t know. I didn’t give her a chance to explain. I just….I just get so angry!”

Jackie wipes at his eyes as they burn, “Now I just feel guilty. I hate this.”

“How are you going to fix this,” Danan asked.

Jackie looked at her and looked away quickly, “I don’t know..she probably hates me.”

“Or she could be feeling hurt, and lonely, and worthless. Left all alone and wondering if she still has a relationship with you,” Danan replied.

“She does!” Jackie burst out, “I-I-I mean if she still wants one after what I did.”

“Why don’t you go ask her,” Danan said.

Jackie shook his head, “She won’t want to see me after what I-.”

“Go see her Jackie.”

There was something steely in Danan’s voice that had Jackie straightening out of fear. Danan made waving motions at him and hesitantly he swam towards the base. He looked back once to see Danan gone.

The entire way to the base Jackie practiced his apology in his head. He entered the hatch carefully but no one stopped him so Jackie swam through the tunnels looking for Zara. Her room was empty and she wasn’t in any of her usual spots.

“Zara?” Jackie called. He swam through a few more tunnels before an aggressive musical tone came from below him and a body knocked into his.

Greyson sang at him angrily while flaring himself up.

“Greyson I’m sorry,” Jackie started and yelped as Greyson dived at him. He couldn’t hurt Chase’s kid, this was practically his nephew.

“Greyson I’m not here to hurt Zara!” Jackie cried as Greyson went after him again. Jackie zoomed off with Greyson chased him.

Zara wasn’t in any of the rooms but he knew she was here somewhere. There was only one place she could be and that was in the rooms not connected to the tubes. Jackie shot toward a hatch and crawled out it right as Greyson came around a corner. The air hit him all at once before gravity did and dragged him down to the floor.

Laying on the ground Jackie took deep gulps of air and tried to ignore how uncomfortable it felt being out of water. Dragging himself up onto his elbows Jackie looked down the hallway where he knew there were rooms not connected to the tunnel. His tailed flopped uselessly behind him and Jackie sighed.

Using his arms he began to crawl forward down the hallway until he reached the first doorway. He peeked in but saw nothing. Jackie kept crawling until he reached the second doorway where he then heard something.

“-nd I should be finished with this beauty. It’ll be perfect for the boys in case of emergencies.”

It was Zara and Jackie happily perked up.

“Zara!” Jackie cried as he hauled himself in through the doorway.

Zara looked up in surprise, “Jackie?” Then horror overcame her features and Jackie felt his heart drop until, “Jackie what are you doing out of the water!?”

“It’s ok Zar-,” Jackie started before Zara started screaming.

“YOU ARE A FISH YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF WATER NO MATTER HOW FUNNY THAT STATEMENT IS!” Zara grabbed a device that she had been holding and began running over.

“Zara wha-”

“DON’T MOVE I’M SAVING YOUR ASS!” Zara shrieked as she skidded onto her knees next to Jackie.

“Zara I’m fin-,” Jackie tried explaining but Zara clamped the device on either side of Jackie’s neck and the next instant he was breathing better than before as water filter into his gills, “Zara?”

“It’s a aqua breather. It pumps oxygen into the water that cycles through your gills and cleans it to,” Zara happily said as she pulled up the blueprints on her PDA eager to show Jackie until she froze.

Jackie’s voice quivered as he spoke,” Zara I-”

With a huge sigh Zara put her PDA down, “I know Jackie, you get angry easy it’s ok.”

“But it’s not!” Jackie yells then flinches as he realizes he got angry again, “it’s really not Zara. I-I shouldn’t get angry at loved ones. That’s not who I want to be. So I’m going to get better.”

There’s a long silence from Zara that has Jackie slowly wilting until Zara speaks up, “So you’re going to get better.”

“I am. I’m going to get better,” Jackie declares.

Zara grins at Jackie, “You better.”

“Zara…”

Zara leans over to grab Jackie into her arms and Jackie wishes he had the ability to curl around her like he can in water but he settles for burying his face into her shoulder. They stay like that for a while until Zara mumbles and Jackie blinks the drowsiness from his eyes.

“What was that,” Jackie asks.

Zara pulls her face out of Jackie’s hair and says, “I forgive you Jackie.”

This time Jackie uses his weight to perform a somewhat tackle onto Zara who collapses onto the ground laughing. Jackie laughs to as he places his hands on her face to bring her forehead to his.

“Together,” Jackie asks.

Zara grins back at him, “For as long as we can be.”

#septnautical side story #zara caley #stalker Schneep #reaper jackie #dr. danan #rabbit ray chase #greyson and bunny #guys im sorry this took so long #i totally wasnt being lazy #nope

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Forced Betrayal Chapter 6

Well the writers block is still going strong. BUT, I’m managing to get some trickles of ideas bleeding though it. So here we go! Hopefully this is the break of the block!

It’s not pushing the story forward too much more, but this is what happened when Marvin took Jackieboy to Iplliers to get fixed up after Schneeplestein’s... attack.

This turned out much longer then I expected... woops.

Anti kidnapped and tortured Schneepelstein for 9 months. To get free he promised to make a serum for Anti that would allow him to control his brothers. The first”Test run” worked, they were under anti’s power. All except for Jackieboy and Robbie. Both suffered in the fight. But the serum didn’t last long and soon they were free of it’s influence. Jakcieboy was hurt, and while recovering discovered the deal between Anti and Henrik. After mulling it over he confronted Schneepelstein, who… unfortunately went into a rage/panic attack. As he came out of it Jackiboy was grievously hurt, and he had to send him away to Dr. Ipliers to be healed. It’s been over a week now and Jackieboy is in a medically induced coma to allow him to recover, and Schneepelstein is falling apart. What can the others do to help?

As always I do hope you enjoy!!

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Sudden Silence

Chase knocked on Marvin’s door. He felt bad, the guy had been working overtime, going back and forth between the Ipliers Manor and here, checking on Jackieboy, and trying to sort out how Anti had gotten though all the barriers and possessed Schneepelestein. Though he seemed to have some doubt in the words the Doc had told them. Chase couldn’t quite pin point why it felt off to him either, but he wanted to trust Schneep, so he would. JJ had kept himself busy with cooking comfort foods, and taking care of Robbie, as well as keeping the place in general clean. Chase was rather proud of how JJ was handling the thought of Anti having been so close. Though he’d had to help the poor mute boy though several nightmares, Jameson was recovering rather well. Chase knocked on Marvin’s door again, putting those thoughts out of his head for the moment.

“Marvin. Hey Marvin! I want you to undo the barrier to Schneeps lab. He seriously needs some TLC the dude’s out of it!” He said as Marvin, yawning a bit opened the door. He nodded slightly, though his blue eyes looked a bit glassy from having been woken from a short lived nap. He could agree with Chase though, he’d seen the Doctor’s frantic and obsessive cleaning of the lab. He’d hoped he would snap out of it on his own, but it seemed like they would need to pull him back.

“Alright, lets get him out of there. I’ll go check on Jackieboy afterwords. I think Doctor Iplier is planning to let him wake up tomorrow or even today. “ he said rubbing his eyes, after pushing his mask up walking down the hall with Chase.

Chase grinned, delighted to hear that. With how vehement Schneeplestein had been about NOT leaving his lab till Jackie was back, that should hep coax him out. Even if he had to guilt the guy with the news so he’d get some rest. They walked down the hall and Chase tiled his head surprised to see Schneeplestein wasn’t at the door where the tray of food was.

“Schneep?” he called out puzzled, why wasn’t he sitting at the door?

---One week earlier---

Marvin was pacing his room. Something was off, had been off for a while,weeks months... It came in small little flairs and bursts, but he could NOT pin it down! It frustrated him to no end. He couldn’t find any rhyme or reason for the feelings. And it was usually gone before he could even fully register the feeling of “wrong” that came with it. Was Anti trying to breach his barriers? He had multiple magic spells around the house to protect them. Over the last couple of weeks, he’d added a few new barriers, strengthened some of the older ones, and yet the feeling wouldn’t stop!

“ARGH!!” He snarled throwing his hands up in utter frustration and his magic sparked off his body in fizzling colors that were edged in white. He saw that and stopped then took slow deep breaths. He closed his eyes, focusing. He listened to the sounds of his own heart beating in his chest, the feeling of his breath coming in and out of his body. He needed to calm down. Whatever it was that kept putting him on edge was not going to sort it’s self out or be found if he kept loosing his temper like this. His shoulders slowly relaxed, his magic filling with color once more. Slowly he was regaining his proper center... He opened his eyes.

And a blood curling scream pierced though the air making him move before he even knew where he was moving. He felt his cape flying behind himself as his feet ran down the halls. He knew where he was going. Schneeplestein’s lab. That’s where it had come from. What had happened?!?! As he ran down the hall he saw a figure in the door, and he stopped short his eyes widening as his brain tried to comprehend what he saw. Schneeplestein, soaked in blood, eyes wide and terrified. Desperation filled them when he saw Marvin, and that was all it took, Marvin’s body was moving again. His feet smacked the ground as he skidded to a halt once more before the Doctor, but before he could voice his fears for the Doctor’s well being he was speaking and dragging Marvin inside. Marvin stumbled, the smell of blood was thick in the air. It clogged his nose and throat, what the hell had happened ?!?!?

“ “G.. get him out! Get Jackie out! Take him to Iplier! NOW!!’ “ The Doctor was yelling at him, shoving him towards towards. Marvin felt his breath suck in sharply as he saw Jackieboy Man laying on the ground. The source of the smell of copper that was so thick in the air now. He froze staring at him for a moment, the way his pale body was limp on the ground, the puddle of blood that was slowly expanding around him. He could see bandages hastily wrapped around some of the wounds, already being stained dark with blood as they were soaked. And yet he was still frozen. To see the Hero so frail looking, it was hardly something his brain could comprehend. Especially when he saw the scalpels sticking out of his body. Marvin turned sharply looking at Henrik

“Schneepelstein what ha–” Marvin started as Schneepelstein turned on him, Marvin was shocked at the way his eyes were almost unfocused, terror and guilt and anger warring across his face in moments.

“Go now! He needs blood! take him take him take him!” he all but snarled. Marvin grit his teeth, and admitted that.... He was right.. Marvin would get his answers later. Jackieboy was what was important right now. He brought his hands up and in a swirl of blue and green magic he transported them to the Ipliers Manor. Normally he would at least pause and give them warning, ask permission, and land outside of the Manor and enter the front door. But he didn’t have time for that. This was an emergency, so he appeared directly in Ipliers own Lab. He could apologize for the rudeness of it later.

He saw and heard the man shriek (Iplier would deny that to his dying day) and draw back, falling off his stool where he’d been working on paperwork as Marvin appeared in the shower of magic. Google Blue had been working with Iplier, helping with the paperwork and at the sudden light show, he was already shooting forward to defend the Doctor Manor from the threat.

“Jackieboy needs you right now!” Marvin hissed out as he felt the wave of vertigo nearly knock him off his feet from the use of such strong magic with out any preparation. Black spots danced infront of his eyes, as he struggled for a moment to catch his breath. Thankfully, both men, er the man and android, recovered quickly at the sight of Jackieboy’s battered body, and recognizing Marvin quickly enough to keep from accidentally harming him. A sharp curse escaped Iplier as he darted forward, already having gotten up off the floor, but dropping right back to it to start his examination of Jackeiboy’s body.. Google glared at Marvin, but made no move towards him. He’d have words for him later, but right now he was looking at Iplier formulating what would need to be done.

“What in the hell happened to him?” he hissed out seeing the slices all over the Hero’s body, the scalpel in his shoulder and side. His hands ghosted over the body feeling for broken bones, nothing shifted as he pressed on the ribs, gently the arms the shoulders. He didn’t see any swelling, plenty of bruises, plenty of cuts. And his stomach was twisting as he recognized the...precision.. of these slices. He did not like the thought that was trying to intrude upon his thoughts of who might have done this.

“I don’t know” Marvin said honestly as he fell back into a chair while Iplier and Google got to work. Google scooped the battered man off the ground and deposited him, gently Marvin was surprised at how gentle Google was treating him, onto an examination table. Iplier was already barking orders for Iv’s and blood to be brought. Google was moving swiftly and effectively to gather the ordered supplies.

Silence fell over the room as Iplier worked swiftly. He stripped Jackieboy of his “off day” Clothing, it was strange to see him in every day clothing. Iplier couldn’t recall a time he’d ever seen the Hero in anything but his trademark jumpsuit. His hands worked quickly as he got IV’s started, blood and fluids being pumped into the pale body in an effort to offset the loss he’d gone though. Google was working swiftly starting at Jackieboy’s legs bandaging the shallow wounds, to keep from getting in Iplier’s way while he worked on the worst that covered Jackieboy’s chest and arms. They were all defensive wounds, not one aggressive one was on the Hero’s body. This was only cementing the thoughts he had of whom had done this to him. He saw the older wounds, the fact that a scalpel was in a gunshot wound that went though his shoulder, one in his ribs.. those were the most worrying. Well the one in his side was, he needed an x-ray to see how close to a lung that was before he removed it. He continued to work, speaking to Googleplier as he needed help with a suture, with cleaning a wound, fetching a new bandage. He hissed out in irritation when he looked in Jackieboy’s eyes once he was stable. The amount of silver that was in there spoke volumes as to how much of his superpowers he’d used. He obviously was not letting himself heal properly. So Iplier made a decision, Henrik’s words from ages ago ghosting in his ears about the damage that Jackieboy’s magic could do to his body.

“We’re going to put him in a coma.. “ Iplier said to Google. The android nodded and started to move. But suddenly both of them found themselves at the mercy of a very angry Marvin. Magic swirled around him, Hoisting both Google and Iplier in the air,Even Googles strength was no match for the magic that bound his arms tightly to his sides, his feet inches off the foor as Marvin’s eyes burned into the both of them. Iplier was in shock as he looked at the normally calm man, and then at the magic it’s self. The colors were at the center, but around the edges of the magic, slowly pushing the other colors out white was taking over. He could feel the heat radiating from the magic, so this is what Schneeplestein had meant when he said Marvin’s magic could be taken over by white hot anger. He hadn’t realized how literal that was, though Schneeplestein had tried to explain it to him. He already felt like he was getting a mild sunburn, that prickly itchy sensation, where the magic was touching bare skin.

“You will not “ Marvin’s voice growled out. Almost sounding distorted like layers, his eyes burning brightly behind the mask. He could see the Magic Man’s chest heaving as his hands held tightly holding the two of them in his magic. Iplier spoke carefully, choosing his words to calm and explain to him why it was important. He should have thought of how sensitive and triggering those words would be around any Septic considering their Creator’s State.

“He needs it Marvin” he said slowly and gently, keeping his voice even, not allowing the fear to seep though.

“He’s used a lot of his superhero powers, far too much, and it’s done a lot of damage to his body on top of the wounds he already had. Schneeplestein and I have discussed this before. I have a recording, that he made for a situation like this. “ he said calmly. Google had wisely kept his mouth shut, though he’d sent out a signal to his brothers. He knew they would be there soon and they just needed a bit more time. Marvin’s eyes flicked between the two of them. Weighing his options and the truth behind Iplier’s words. He seemed to come to a decision.

“Play it” He hissed out as slowly he lowered Iplier to the ground, The magic never fully left his body, it swirled around him like a dangerous mist, ready to pounce once more if he moved wrong. Iplier moved carefully to his desk and after pressing some commands on his computer, a folder was brought up. He clicked on one that was labeled Marvin. After a few moments of buffering Henrik’s voice spoke into the room.

“Marvin, if you are hearing this then one of you is hurt and I am.. I am unable to help you for vateve reason. It could even be myself who is in need. Doctor Iplier and I have come to an understanding. Ve have shared information about each others respective Ego’s in case of a dire emergency. “ His voice rang in the room, clear and sounding a bit younger and much less stressed then he had since before Anti took him. Marvin’s magic was slowly gaining more color the white fading out of it. His breathing was slowly evening out from the sharp stuttered breathing it had been.

“If he has said that a coma is necessary, then it is. Trust Doctor Iplier Marvin. I trust him with your life and mine. “ His voice spoke calmly, gently. Marvi’s body was trembling slightly as he let his magic fade away. The recording ended in silence... There had been no static, no glitches. The computer didn’t twitch, the voice had never faltered. This was the same soothing voice Schneeplestein used when he helped Marvin calm down from some episodes he had. Google was put down on the ground and the last of the magic vanished from the room. Marvin drew in a sharp breath, before letting it out, the last of his knee jerk anger fading into nothing.

“I’m.. I.. “ Marvin stammered, his voice weak sounding. That had been another round of strong magic before he’d fully recovered from the first. His entire form was trembling.

“It’s fine. I should have thought of my words.” he said. Google looked over as his Brothers came into the room, shooting looks at Iplier and Google then Marvin. They were aware that Marvin was there, Google had already shared that information while they had worked on Jackieboy. Getting the distress signal though had worried them. Google motioned that things were alright as Iplier began to get around the items needed for Jackieboy.

“I’ll explain it, and why once I have him settled, but I’m going to ask you to step out now Marvin. I don’t want to..... subject you to anymore.. bursts of unnecessary Magic. “ he said firmly. Marvin opened his mouth to protest, he wouldn’t leave Jackieboys side!! However, the sharp look from Google, and the sudden touch of Google Yellow at his arm had him convinced he didn’t have a choice anymore. He understood, he’d just threatened their family. Marvin ran fingers though his hair.. and then he drew himself up and, with one last look at Jackieboy he left with the other googles. He was guided to the kitchen area and given something to drink to help him recover from his magic use.

Once Jackeiboy was fully taken care of, every wound stitched, the scalpels gone, and he was completely stable with blood and iv’s helping off set the loss. Things were explained to Marvin. How Schneeplestein and Iplier had come to terms and realized sharing the most basic information about their families was a good idea. They each had files about the Ego’s, blood types, allergies, and they were regularly updated. Each Doctor had a set of recordings that could be played to assure whomever was in need of hearing it. This was the first Marvin had ever heard of it, and he wondered how long ago Schneeplestein had come to this conclusion, and what he’d envisioned might happened. After getting to check on Jackieboy, his stomach twisting and his heart lurching at the state he was in, he went home with a swirl of magic once more. He needed answers from Schneeplestein on what had happened. And he had research to do on how this could happen under his own home!

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Chase frowned as Schneeplestein didn’t answer his call. Had he gone back to cleaning? He looked at the tray and suddenly his stomach twisted.. the cup of water was spilled... still gently rocking back and forth on the ground as the liquid spread slowly. The sandwich he’d gotten Henrik to start eating was slightly further away, dropped on the ground, coming apart. Chase could feel the panic running up his spine, the cold dread filling his stomach. Marvin looked at those items.. then at Chase, he saw the fear and worry that was blooming behind his eyes.. the barrier was dropped immediately and they both rushed in. The Lab was big, but not so big that it took more then a minuet or two for them to search it. The bathroom, storage rooms, and off set operating room were all empty. Chase and Marvin met up where Jackie’s body had been, they looked at each other. Chase’s eyes were wide with fear, Marvin’s with confusion and fear.

“He..he..he’s.. gone..” Chase said, his voice a horrified whisper, cracking on the last word. Marvin didn’t understand, how.. how could this be? How had he not felt anything?!? Schneeplestein... was no longer in his lab. And with the barrier in place, he couldn’t have gone out in to the main rooms either.

So where was he?

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticegos #JackieBoy #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #doctor iplier #googleplier #fanfiction

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