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adonis-koo · 5 years ago

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MC being a brat and overstimulating tease!Koo... I NEED IT, NOW YOU PUT IT IN MY HEAD AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOOONE 😭😭😭

Note: this is based on my series tease but can be read as a standalone! I endulge y’all waaay to much and now I’m gonna have sub tease!koo fans in my inbox

Summary: It’s 4 in the morning and you’re feeling needy. Whats a girl to do when her boyfriends asleep and a pair of handcuffs is near by?

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 2k

Tags: handjob, oral (male receiving), deepthroating, dirty talk, (consented) somnophilia, MC is supposed to be bratty but she ends up just domming, sub!koo, overstimulation, so much cum, bondage, use of safe word,

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You knew this was a bad idea. Plain and simple, waking up with sticky panties and feeling horny for no reason at four in the morning on your day off. You should just wake him, it would be easier and Jungkook wouldn’t mind, you knew he wouldn’t. But still, he had to be a smartass the whole week, not so subtly hinting at wanting to be sucked off while he was asleep, mainly because you had been complaining about how you had been woken up with him either dry humping you or already balls deep inside you.

So really, he kind of asked for this…handcuffs aside. Jungkook hardly even shifted at the feeling of your weight on top of him, his lips parted and face soft as you gathered his hands, placing them above his head before carefully putting the handcuffs on.

Admiring your work you felt a hot pang between your legs, he actually looked kind of hot tied up. Jungkook was shirtless tonight, like most nights but he usually wore at least sweatpants or joggers to bed. Instead the AC had been broke for nearly a week and with it being the summertime it was extraordinary hot, Jungkook had been complaining more then you about it but then again you just assumed his body was always elevated in temperature. Seeing him in just his boxers though? It did things to you, the Calvin Klein briefs were strapped to his hips and you were delighted to see the familiar bulge in his pants, even asleep he had a boner. You couldn’t stop the soft smile against your lips as you gently stroked his hair, his nose scrunching a little before relaxing against your touch. His hair was getting longer these days, it drove the clients crazy because he admittedly looked hot but you always thought it made him look more like a puppy.

Filled with affection you lowered yourself against him, gently peppering his toned, broad chest with little kisses, making your way down his body. Your fingers trailed along the band of his briefs, glancing up with a little uncertainty. God only knew what kind of punishment Jungkook was going to dish out later….unless he liked it. The bratty smirk coiled on your lips as you pulled his briefs down. Watching the sight of his mouth watering cock bounce and bob before laying against his chiseled abdominal that flexed at the feeling of his members against his stomach.

His cock was still hardening, not fully aroused but you could easily change that. Gently grabbing his shaft you gave him a little tug, his hips instantly shifting and his cock preening for attention in your hand.

Glancing up you noted Jungkook was still asleep, good. You took care in going nice and slow with his shaft before sliding your hand down to his thick base, watching in fascination at the way his cock continued to steadily grow to the length you were used too. Parting your lips you gave his head a little kitten a lick, a soft moan suddenly escaping Jungkook’s lips as he nudged against the pillow.

Your panties were completely drenched and sweat was beading at the back of your neck. Fuck why did the AC have to break. Pulling his shirt from over your head your nipples hardened at being exposed as you leaned back down to get to work. Taking his head into your mouth as you slowly sucked the bulbous round tip, licking up the precum that dripped on his slit as you heard another round of soft deep moans.

How could he still be asleep? You decided to not think about it as you clamped your hand back around his base, pumping him slowly as you began to take him deeper in your mouth. Jungkook’s hips were eager despite his sleeping figure to go further into your mouth, gently massaging his balls as his tip hit the back of your throat, pausing your movements made a whine emit from his lips. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full from his cock you would have laughed. Someone was obviously needy too.

You resumed stroking his base as you hollowed your cheeks, carefully taking Jungkook further down your throat before letting go of him to fully nuzzle down to his public bone. Carefully you began to bob your head, wet obscene noises escaping your mouth as you heard a loud moan from him, “Ah fuck baby.” His voice was deeper than usual, ridden with sleep as he moaned, he still looked half asleep as his hips lazily thrusted into your mouth, holding still as he fucked your throat, “Mmm fuck baby, your mouth feels so fuckin good.” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes still closed and his hips lethargic as if drawing out his orgasm to relish in the feeling.

Your panties were completely ruined, arousal making them sticky and uncomfortable as your clit throbbed for friction as he moaned softly, your hands rubbing on his thick muscular thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, was he even fully awake? You weren’t sure but it definitely excited you. You could tell he was getting close, his hips were beginning to stutter and become sloppier as his moans became breathy. Taking back control you took him back down your throat fully, letting your head bob faster as obscene noises became louder.

Jungkook was suddenly moaning a lot louder, his hips buckling into your mouth and cum squirting down your throat as he hissed, “Fuck! Oh holy fuck! Y/n what the hell! Ah! Shit! Oh my god.” He swore out left and right, as if fully awake as he tried to use his hands- most likely to grab onto your head only to find they were bound. Jungkook wasn’t able to scold you mid orgasm though as he continued to moan, letting the last few splatters of his cum paint your throat as you pulled his half hard members out.

“Babygirl what the fuc- Ah! H-hey fuck! Shit that’s sensitive,” Jungkook was fumbling over his words as you clamped your hand on his cock, curious because technically men could cum twice with a little discipline, you began to slowly pump his base as you watched him, Jungkook was like you had never seen, his hips suddenly buckling and heavy breathes leaving his lips, “F-fuck! Y/n ow! Shit my cock is s-sensitive! Mmph! Fuck!”

You never heard his voice so weak and stuttery before, licking your lips you let them curve into a bratty smile, “Yeah? You don’t care when you’re making me cum again and again. I’m just repaying the favor, don’t you wanna cum again for me Koo?” You animatedly pouted your lips before letting spit drool from your tongue to use as lubricant.

“Ah! Mmm oh fuck! You fucking brat.” Jungkook couldn’t sound angry if he even wanted too, a sudden whine escaping his lips making you rub your thighs together, his eyes were heavy and dilated as he tugged on his binds, “Mmph! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Y/n,” He couldn’t even form a proper sentence as your eyes dropped to his cock that was beginning to harden again much to your delight, “Shit! Shit! Shit! My cock! Ah Y/n! Ah sensitive! It’s so fucking sensitive!” He whined as he threw his head back against the pillow, his hips beginning to wildly buck as his legs were squirming.

“Awwwh does your cock hurt?” You mocked as forcefully straddled his thighs to keep his legs still, whines escaping his throat as his hips determinedly bucked into your hand as if finally pushing past the pain to find pleasure as he needily moaned, “I think you can cum again baby Koo, right?” You poured once more as you get his thighs trembling beneath you, whines shamelessly leaving his lips and sweat was beginning to dribble down his neck, “Cum for your baby, Koo I wanna see your pretty cock covered in your cum.”

You watched in awe at the way his voice trembled and suddenly became a pitch higher from what you had ever heard before, his hips wildly bucking as the whiney moan left his lips, his cock suddenly spurting a large shot of cum, splatting against his cock and abdominal as he whined and whimpered beneath you as you pumped every last drop of cum out of him. You had never seen him shoot a load so big, his cum leaking and spurting from his tiny slit was so hypnotic you wanted to see it just one more time.

“Such a good boy baby,” You cooed out as he whimpered, his long locks of hair cover his red cheeks and his chest heaving before suddenly whining as you continued to gently stroke his oversensitive softening cock, “I’m gonna make you cum one more time baby,” he whimpered in objection despite his cock already beginning to stir at your words, “I know you wanna cum baby boy, his poor cock always so hard for me.” You used your baby voice as you stroked his cum covered cock as something between a moan and a sob choked on his lips, “A-ah f-fuck, Y/n! Please! Please!”

God he sounded so desperate, and it was so fucking hot. Straddling one thigh you began to rub yourself against his hot skin, friction burning in your clit as you softly moaned, “Please what? I know you wanna cum, look at your needy cock honey, it’s all hard again.” True to your word it was, hypersensitive but still standing proud and heavy as you pumped him.

Jungkook cried out as his hips buckled, “F-fuck! Fuck! Y/n!” He whined out, his hips bucking shamelessly into your hand and you could even see his eyes glassy and blown out as he begged, “It’s so sensitive! Ah! Feels so fucking good! Please!” He cried out with a whimper, his hips stuttering as he whined, “I-I don’t think I can cum.”

You moaned at your clit rubbing into his thigh, arousal seeping through your panties as you tutted, “Oh yes you can baby, I know you’re a good boy,” You could tell he wanted it, his hips were so needy trying to fuck himself into your hand, leaning down you grabbed your breasts before placing his sticky cock between your mounds.

Whines leaving his lips as he desperately fucked himself between your tits, “Mmph! Please! Please! Fuuuck I need to cum so bad! Please.” His voice his scratchy and desperate as he whined.

“Cum all over my face and tits honey, I know you want too, be a good boy and cum Koo.” You coaxed as his legs squirmed beneath you and his hips erratically thrusted, he sounded like a little bunny whimpering as cum dribbled from his cock, another pump of his shaft with your breasts earned a large shot that splattered against your chest as he whined as his back arched and kicked beneath you.

“Mmph! Ah! Fuck!” Jungkook whined, his eyes closed and brows scrunched together as the last dribble of cum leaked from his tip, pumping his cock between your tits ready to see that incredible sight again Jungkook suddenly whined as he cried out, “Mm! Fuck babygirl! April a-ah! April fuck, too sensitive!”

The word suddenly dragged you out of your lust filled haze as you abruptly sat up, concern brimming in your eyes as you crawled up his chest, his body trembling beneath you as your lips tugged into an apologetic pout, “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t push you too much right?” You rubbed your nose against his that dripped with sweat as you peppered kisses against his face while undoing the handcuffs.

Jungkook breath a sigh in relief as his hands wrapped around your waist, “Jesus Christ,” he murmured, pulling you off him into a hug, his face nestling between your breasts despite them being covered in his cum, “No I’m…good…just never overstimulated before…mmm expect punishment later you brat.” Jungkook mumbled into your chest.

You knew he’d hold you to it, yet you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping you, gently threading your fingers through his hair before pressing a kiss of his head. Jungkook would never sub a day in his life but it was a bit pitiful in an arousing way, watching him whimper and beg to cum. Snorting you glanced down at his passed out figure that curled against you…he said he had never been overstimulated before, who knew, maybe he’d be into it.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x y/n #sub jungkook #tease

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blueskyscribeupdates · 5 years ago

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WHOOOO, another chapter DOOOOONE! Proud of this one, I was struggling with the first bit for so long and then it just clicked.

#Transformers #fic update #With a Side of Rust #Knock Out #TFP #fanfiction

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saiilorstars · 4 years ago

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The Beginning of Everything

Ch. 26: The Cosmic Butterfly

// Story Masterlist //

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Female OC

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Chapter summary: The truth behind the Cosmic Butterfly comes to light and reveals that it's not the only creature created!

Since everyone was set to go find the Doctor, Rose thought it was high time she did the same. She closed the laptop and got up from her chair. She made a quick call to someone on her phone then turned to Donna and her family. "Right! I'm gonna find him."

"No, we're going to find them," Donna corrected her. "I'm coming with!"

"Donna…" Rose began to shake her head but Donna grabbed onto her arm.

"I'm coming with, blondie! Those are my friends out there too!"

"Donna, you can't go out there," Sylvia got up from the couch, along with Wilf.

"I have to, Mum!"

"You go, sweetheart," Wilf told Donna, just like before when she was leaving after the Sontarans. "You go and find them."

Donna smiled softly at her grandfather. She directed her eyes to Rose, leaving no room for further discussion on the matter. The two then disappeared in a flash of blue light.

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Gabby whimpered when the TARDIS finally stopped. There would definitely be bruises around her body later on, if there even would be a 'later on'. With a groan, she used her elbows to sit up. "I'm getting really tired of landing like this."

Renata was the only one who had maintained her balance because she'd been the pilot this time. She sent an apologetic look at Gabby and the Doctor. "Sorry, I-I couldn't help myself. That was...that was Davros!"

"He's supposed to be dead…" the Doctor slowly pulled himself up to his feet, still shaken from seeing Davros again.

"I can't believe you actually tried saving him back in the war!?" Renata was still incredulous about the revelation. He actually went and tried saving Davros, of all people! She was naturally furious. "He should've died instead of everyone else! You shouldn't have ever tried to save him! That's stupid, even for you!"

The Doctor kept quiet on that bit. She had every right to be angry about that part but he was well aware that even now, seeing everything that had happened, he still didn't regret it.

Renata saw that clearly. She was not surprised. It was just so him. He was always the better one between them. "We're on Earth now, so let's just save it before Davros ruins it. Gabriella?"

"I'm up! I'm up!" the girl assured. "But please, someone, learn how to drive this box a little better!"

"C'mon!" Renata made the gesture for them to follow her, but the Doctor yanked her back by the sleeve of her blouse.

"What happened to 'check the environment'?" He threw her a look. She always reminded him of that, not that he listened to it but that was beside the point.

"Well, we're on Earth--" she pulled her arm out of his hold, "--and the Daleks have already invaded so safety is pretty much nonexistent. Now c'mon! We've got to find the others."

The trio emerged from the blue box into a solitary street. Gabby felt chills the way the street was upturned. There were cars parked haphazardly on the road, some actually overturned. Scattered rubbish filled their immediate area, but the worst part of it was the silence.

"Absolute silence," Renata whispered. She folded her arms tightly, feeling an unwavering breeze. She hated silence...it was like death.

"Sarah Jane said that they were taking the people. But what for?" The Doctor wished he could just skip the whole 'trying to figure things out' and go straight for the solution because if this is what one street looked like, he didn't want to see what the city was like right now.

"Daleks taking humans?" Renata moved around him, her hands rising as she explained what she thought was so obvious. "It's to hurt them, to kill them. Daleks don't just meddle with humans for fun. They want to kill them."

"Yes but what for?" The Doctor turned to face her. "The Daleks don't just pull planets and submerge them into darkness!"

"They're Daleks!" She exclaimed in his face. "They don't need a reason. We just need to stop them."

Neither of them noticed Gabby's terrified expression due to their thoughts. It was all so normal to them…

The Doctor could concede on Renata's point. "Well, it would be a lot easier if we had everyone with us."

Renata had lifted her shoulders to shrug when she caught something over his shoulder. She shuddered in a breath so faintly that no one caught it. "I think you've overlooked one good thing that came out of this, Doctor," her voice was unexpectedly soft that for a moment, the Doctor wondered if her health was taking a plunge again.

"Yeah, and what would that be?"

An honest, albeit small, smile came to Renata's face. "You'd get the chance to see an old friend." She raised a shaky finger to point at someone behind him.

The Doctor didn't comprehend what she meant but when he turned around to see what she was pointing at, he forgot all about it. It was Rose. Rose Tyler. She stood at the end of the street wearing the biggest smile anyone could ever have. Rose.

Donna had a good sense to move away from Rose and settle her gaze on the Time Lady pulling herself to the TARDIS instead. Donna couldn't even begin to understand how Renata must be feeling. She didn't appear mad, or even jealous, just really sad…

Rose took off, leaving a strong trail of wind behind her. Donna's hair even flipped over her shoulders! But Rose didn't care - she had the Doctor just feet away from her. The Doctor took off in the same force.

"I don't understand who's that," Gabby inched closer to Renata. She noticed the expression on Renata's face and wondered why the Time Lady was so sad.

Renata was about to shake her head and simply go back into the TARDIS, hoping that maybe being on Earth would allow them to search better, when she spotted something rolling in the street adjacent to theirs. Her blood went cold.

"Exterminate!"

"NOOO!" Renata screamed when the Dalek fired and shot the Doctor.

Rose skidded to a forced stop when the blinding blue light passed in front of her. By the time she opened her eyes, the Doctor was already on the ground. She dropped to his side and cradled his head while he convulsed in pain.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Renata's voice, though still a scream, cracked in the end with her emotions. She ran towards the Dalek, ignoring Gabby's and Donna's collective yells for her to stop. Renata couldn't hear anything but a ringing in her ears and a rush of adrenaline under her skin.

Jack appeared only a few feet from Rose and the Doctor and, taking in the situation, he prepared to fire with his own huge gun...only to see Renata halfway there. "Renata, what are you doing!?"

"Exterminate!" went the Dalek again, shooting straight for the Time Lady.

Renata's face was ferocious and perhaps the new unlocked feeling was what brought out the energy that'd been swirling inside her, bubbling like a soup that wasn't quite ready. It exploded around into a radiating light - more powerful and blinding than the Dalek's laser - and blasted the Dalek into pieces.

"Ren!" Gabby called in terrible fear. When the golden energy died, it left Renata wobbly and in a few seconds she fell to her knees. Gabby ran for her, but Donna and Jack got to Renata first.

Renata's face was pale and her cheeks seemed a bit hollow. "I-I don't know...I don't know where that came from...I dooooon…" her words slurred together until she couldn't form a proper word anymore.

"C'mon, up you go!" Jack pulled her up to her feet but had to do most of the supporting. "Don't tell me you're going to regenerate too…"

"Regen...regenerate!" Renata sniffed in and looked both ways before finding the Doctor on the ground. "N-no! Get...get hiiii...him!" She tried pushing Jack away but her arms actually felt like noodles. She'd heard Gabby use the expression once on herself after being unable to play volleyball at a space beach they visited. Noodle arms, how Renata had laughed at that.

Now she fully understood.

"Don't die. Oh my God, please don't die," Rose was teary-eyed and didn't really know what else to do except hold the Doctor.

"We need to get him to the TARDIS!" Jack called. "Now!"

Donna knew where she could better put her efforts into. She rushed to help Rose pick the Doctor up to his feet. "C'mon, spaceman, we gotta go."

"Renée" the Doctor hadn't seen much but he knew that Renata had expelled a lot of the energy they'd been watching. It was exactly what he'd been afraid of, that one day she would do something her body wasn't ready for and would pay the price with her life.

The group got back into the TARDIS and while Gabby and Jack tried to bring Renata to the Captain's chair, Renata shook her head and clung to the console instead. Her legs were buckling though and she kept breathing in as if she was holding her breath.

"Renata, are you going to regenerate?" Jack had to be straightforwards and ask her so that she wasn't so close to the Doctor who would definitely be doing the thing.

"N-noooo…" Renata lost breath in that one word. She swallowed hard and took in another deep breath. "Jusssst….just too...lots of ener…" For now, her body was just growing tired.

"Lots of energy, got it," Jack backtracked from her cautiously, though pointed Gabby to keep an eye on her. "Doc! How we doing!?"

The Doctor's answer came in a groan. He was laying on the floor, convulsing and feeling more layers of pain. He knew what was coming, but he didn't want it. He really didn't want it.

"Got it. Rose, get back!"

Rose wouldn't budge. She shook her head - how could she leave him again?

"Rose!" Jack's voice hardened with urgency. "You know what happens next! We can't be near him! Donna?"

Donna looked between Jack and Renata, the latter already teary-eyed but stuck in her spot. She sighed and looked down at the Doctor. "You got this, spaceman. Good luck." She offered him her best, encouraging smile then scrambled up to her feet to join Renata and Gabby.

"ROSE!"

Rose sniffed and briefly glanced at the frantic Jack. "But he can't... not now, I came all this way…"

The Doctor turned halfway to the side and raised his hand. It was beginning to glow orange. "It's starting…" The orange light spread to his body in a few seconds.

"Doctor, I'm so...sor...sorry," Renata tried to get close to him by using the console as a support but nearly slipped on one occasion. Despite his pain, he still found a moment to shoot her a soft smile, as if telling her that things would be okay.

She couldn't return the favor. All she knew was that he was about to die and they had resolved nothing. And what was worst, she couldn't even be near him.

"Okay, Rose, dammit!" Jack had enough and went ahead to grab Rose himself and pry her away from the Doctor. "Here we go! Good luck, Doctor!"

"Ren, c'mon," Gabby gently pulled Renata farther from the Doctor as well. Donna came to their side and keep Renata steady.

The Doctor managed to pull himself up on his own but had to use the console as support for a moment. He wanted to say something, to look at his friends, look at…

"I'm sorry, it's too late. I'm regenerating," he felt the energy take him over, forcing his head backwards and his arms to his sides. His explosion of regeneration energy blinded the entire group.

Renata could hear the stream of energy but it all seemed to fade to be replaced by a fluttering noise, like wings. In her distraction she almost missed when the Doctor suddenly redirected his regenerative energy into the jar under the console where his severed hand was. And just like that, he stumbled out of the chaos with his same face.

"Now then…" he took in a deep breath and turned to the stunned group watching his every movement. "Where were we?" his grin wasn't enough to pull the group from their trance.

"H-how…?" Renata was the first one to speak, but in doing so she reminded the Doctor that while he had moved on she was still fighting for her life.

"Renée!" His fond nickname of hers just slipped through his lips. He rushed towards her, arms enveloping around her to keep her steady. "I told you not to use that energy!"

"How the...you jusssst….you…" Renata desperately tried to gesture the fact he'd completely cheated the regeneration system. "You break...every ruuuule known to...known to ma…"

"I get the jist, now please take a seat," the Doctor brought her to the Captain's chair and was mindful of her (still) wobbly legs.

Rose watched the gentle movements between the two and couldn't, for the life of her, figure out how this version of Renata could actually travel with the Doctor. Could she truly be that kind like Donna had promised? Well she did destroy a Dalek, the Dalek that nearly killed the Doctor. That did count for something.

"What was that energy?" Jack had to ask because it definitely had not looked like regeneration energy.

Renata blinked slowly, languidly, and turned her head at Jack. "Do you...do you hear a-a flut-fluterring? I hear fluttering…"

Gabby said nothing but her eyes had darted around the room when she thought she heard a faint snippet of that fluttering. That had to be wrong.

"It's an illness and what Renata just did made it worse," the Doctor shook his head as he straightened up. "It's - well, I don't really know what type of energy it is but it's contaminating her the more she uses it. And she just blew the bloody top off a Dalek for my sake!"

"Yeah, but that Dalek nearly killed you," Rose said, speaking for the first time since their almost reunification outside. "Counts, doesn't it?"

He looked at her not with the same fondness from before, but a more earnest, unhesitating expression. "No."

She blinked in surprise. How could he say that? It was his life on the line!

"Renata could die because of this. I would rather die before she dies for me." His words continued to strike her with shock...and perhaps with a bit of a heartbreak. The way he said it, like he regarded Renata as someone important, maybe more important than a regular companion.

"How-how can we help her?" Jack quickly put himself upfront to do whatever was needed.

"You can start…" Renata began, trying to force herself to stand, "By acting…" her breathing was still short and heavy, "...like I'm stilllll...here. You--" she pointed a finger at the Doctor, "--just wasted...one whole regen...regeneration!"

The Doctor winced. "Yes, but...I have a good reason." Renata raised an eyebrow, asking what he could possibly think was a good enough reason to waste an entire life. "I…" he straightened his tie and grinned, "...quite like my face. Look at me, why would I to change?"

Renata's two hands shook as she rose them just a bit, her fingers curling to air-strangle him. "I...you...you wasted…" she took in another breath, "...whole life for...for…"

"It's best not to even bark up that tree, Ren," Donna couldn't help her smile of amusement. "He's too self-centered."

"Oi," the Doctor straightened himself. "Now you, Renée, sit down!"

"Your hand!" The Time Lady gestured at the severed hand now glowing and bubbling like crazy. "Whole life wasted!"

"But worth it," the Doctor continued to grin. "Lucky for me that my hand was here to send off all that excess energy to, huh?"

Renata's laugh was a small one, but she knew that there was no convincing him that he'd made a wrong choice. On some part, she was a bit jealous of him. He truly loved his life that much. He must be truly happy where he is. She couldn't remember ever living a previous life with that type of feeling.

"So...you're still you, then?" Rose's soft question turned the Doctor towards her. "You're not...you're not going to change?"

"Uh, no...hopefully not," the Doctor smiled at her. "I'm still me."

Rose's face broke into a smile. She hurried up to him for a big hug. He gladly accepted it and took just one brief moment to really process the fact she'd been able to come back.

"You can hug me if you want," Donna bobbed her head at Jack. Gabby's face was comical as she left to be by Renata instead. Jack just laughed, but Donna was in no joking mood. "No, really, you can hug me."

"Can I hug you?" Gabby asked Renata since that was the vibe of the room. Renata chuckled lightly. Gabby turned her head for a moment, eyes lingering on the severed hand. She watched it glow and bubble, the bubbles going big at one point and then so small in the next…

"Gabriella?" Renata noticed the girl had slipped off into a trance.

Gabby blinked away from the jar and seemed confused as she smiled. "Sorry...I thought I just heard…"

Renata watched the girl sort her thoughts with struggle. Rose overheard and when she pulled away from the Doctor, her concerned - yet fearful - expression was not missed by Renata.

"Never mind," Gabby smiled it away, waving her hands that it wasn't important.

Still, Rose didn't look so happy. Renata made her way to the blonde human, more steady now but still having to use the console for support. She ignored the Doctor's plead to get back in her seat.

"Is there...something you knoow...about this?" She asked Rose.

Rose flipped her head in Renata's direction, giving her a quick scan before shaking her head. "No."

Renata raised an eyebrow. "I know we...haven't met...but I'm not an idiot. What do you know?"

Rose kept her mouth shut but she now had the Doctor giving her more or less the same look as Renata. "I don't...why are you looking at me like that?" She frowned at him. All of sudden he was following the Time Lady?

"Because if you know something about Gabby, I'd really appreciate if you told us. I don't feel like losing anyone else."

"I don't know," huffed Rose. "I just met versions of her that...that don't end so nicely, okay? And it starts with fluttering noises." She laid eyes on Renata, almost accusing the woman of something terrible she was yet to do.

Renata knew when she was being accused - previous lifetime gifts - and sighed. "So maybe I'm going to die. That's what the Ood said."

"No, absolutely not!" The Doctor snapped. He wasn't going to let that happen no matter what creature predicted it.

Renata closed her eyes for a brief moment before sighing again. Truthfully, she was too tired right now to argue about it so she just kept going. "He also mentioned something about butterflies, apart from the contamination."

"The Cosmic Butterfly?" Rose asked in a whisper, eyes already glinting with fear.

Renata recognized the look all too well. "You knew about this?"

Rose didn't like much the tone the Doctor was using on her, as if she was at fault for whatever was happening to Renata. "In another world that I crossed! It's those cosmic butterflies!" She turned to the Doctor, almost as if Renata had ceased to exist in that moment. "If she's been contaminated then there's nothing to do. She'll become dangerous, Doctor. She could hurt you!"

"Already done that without wings, I'm afraid," Renata whispered and turned away.

"No, Renée…" the Doctor tried going after her, an action that left Rose a bit shaken, when the TARDIS' power went were left in darkness.

"What's happened?" Gabby fearfully looked around the place.

"Ah, they've got us!" the Doctor turned to the console but saw little to do when everything was out. "Power's gone... some kind of chronon loop!"

The TARDIS gave another jolt, this time pushing everyone to one side.

"Where are they taking us!?" Donna shrieked after yet another tumultuous shake.

"There's a massive Dalek ship at the center of the planets. They're calling it the Crucible. Guess that's our destination," Jack explained. He shot Renata a concerned glance. The Crucible was not the place that would help her health at the moment.

"So these Daleks are at the center of the planets?" Gabby asked slowly to make sure she understood so far. She was choosing to ignore the constant stare from Rose who couldn't look more afraid of her too. It reminded her of the way River Song would look at her in the Library. What could she possibly do to either women - who both seemed more than capable of taking care of themselves - that could earn their fear? "And you said that these planets were like an engine," she turned to the Doctor. "But what for?"

The Doctor wished he had the answer but since Rose was now there, maybe she had it. "Rose! You've been in a parallel world, that world's running ahead of this universe - you've seen the future, what was it?"

Rose went grim. "It's the darkness."

"The stars were going out," Donna added and, realizing that none of them knew about her whole parallel world trip with Rose, she explained better. "I got a parallel universe created around me by some alien fortune teller at UNIT. Remember when you left me?" The Doctor winced at her sharpness and even more so at her glare. "Rose went to that world. It was terrible. You were dead and that caused this whole reaction chain. But I remember the stars were going out."

"One by one. We looked up at the sky and they were just dying," Rose said distantly. It was such a scary thing to watch in person, feeling that with each star that disappeared they were all one star closer to death. But then she gazed at the Doctor and the feeling went away, because she was there with him and he always knew how to save things. "So basically, we've been building this um... this travel machine, this... uh... Dimension Cannon, so I could... well, so I could…so I could come back! Anyway, suddenly, it started to work. And the dimensions started to collapse."

"And did you ever think that maybe it was the that device you built?" Renata didn't mean for her question to be an accusation. She thought it was a fairly logical thought if that was the real story.

Rose felt the accusation, though, and got defensive. "I didn't mean for that to happen!"

"Of course not," Renata's honest agreement made Rose pause for a moment. She studied the Time Lady for any clue of what game she was playing. "No human could know that. Parallel worlds are supposed to be sealed because of...well, what happened to our world, but you didn't know that. But let's think about it that way and see if we can build a solution from that, shall we?"

Rose's suspicion didn't fade completely, but she would go along if it meant putting a stop to the Daleks. "Right. Well, it wasn't just in our world - not just in yours either - but the whole of reality, even the Void was dead. Something is... destroying everything."

"In that parallel world...you said something about me," Donna said as the parts of that trip came back to her for a minute.

Rose nodded. "The Dimension Cannon could measure timelines, and it's... it's weird, Donna, but they all seem to converge on you."

Donna didn't know to laugh at that due to the situation. "But why me? I mean... what have I ever done? I'm a temp from Chiswick!"

The monitor came back to life with the location of where they were arriving at. The Doctor hurried over to see it first. "The Dalek Crucible. All aboard…"

Of course, they landed with a crash.

"Doctor! You will step forth or die!" they began to hear the Daleks on the other side.

The Doctor turned to face the doors, taking a few steps towards it. "We'll... we'll have to go out," he realized. "If we don't, they'll get in."

"You told me nothing could get through those doors!" Rose accused.

"He lies," Renata said just as Gabby was about to say the same as Rose. And like Rose, Gabby seemed like she was betrayed. "Sorry ladies... that's...how he operates when he wants to keep you safe and happy." As if agreeing with her, the Doctor looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk. She did know him very well and that was something neither of them could deny.

"You've got extrapolator shielding," Jack thought a second later.

The Doctor turned around completely to give them the news of how it was, even if it was pretty grim. "Last time we fought the Daleks, they were scavengers and hybrids and mad. But this is a fully fledged Dalek Empire... at the height of its power. Experts at fighting TARDISes, they can do anything." That was enough to solidify their situation. "Right now, that wooden door...is just wood."

Donna had listened to the first part but as the Doctor had gone off, a different noise started taking over her attention. It wasn't like a flutter, no matter what Gabby and Renata said, but more like a heartbeat. She just couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

"Okay, what about your Dimension Jump?" Jack asked Rose, not quite ready to give up completely.

"It needs another twenty minutes, and anyway, I'm not leaving."

The Doctor, following Jack's footsteps in believing in one last shot, asked the immortal man, "What about your teleport?"

"Went down with the power-loss."

"Okay," Renata rubbed circles against her temples. "So we don't have much of an option then. There's no way out so we might as well go out there and see what they want, right?"

"Right," the Doctor gave a firm nod of his head, though he might have been just as scared as anyone else right now. He'd never been this outmatched and the fact he had too many people be cared about with him made it all the more worse. Dying on his own was okay but dying with his friends - their much shorter lifespans - was not what he wanted to see. "All of us together... yeah."

"What are they going to do to us?" Gabby's question was a faint whisper. Renata saw the terrified girl and moved on over to give her a side hug. Her feet seemed to have reclaimed their balance and her cheeks were halfway to looking normal again. But once Gabby felt Renata's touch, she once again knew that the warmth was back and stronger than ever.

"Donna?" the Doctor called once he noticed the ginger had been staring into space. He presumed it was the crippling fear. Like Renata had done with Gabby, the Doctor went for Donna. Soon as he touched her, she snapped out of her trance. "I'm sorry, there's nothing else we can do."

"No, I know," she gave a quick nod.

"Ren, you're really warm again," Gabby said quietly but the others still overheard.

Renata tried playing it off with a small laugh. "I just expelled unknown, possibly toxic, energy. Minor side effect but I'm fine."

The Doctor watched her carefully, knowing she was lying. She did it so easily, so casually, that he wondered when was the last time she didn't have to hide something about herself? When was the last time she had the luxury to be who she was, to always say how she felt? He never thought about that. So far he'd been very focused on his anger for what she didn't tell him. He never stopped to think about the reasons she was accustomed to being so reclusive. The Assessor blackmailing her, threatening her, to choose their family. Her own family planting values that contradicted her hearts. She grew up that way. She never had a choice.

"I'm fine, Doctor, really," Renata presumed his long, silent stare was just concern.

"There's a fluttering noise…" Gabby trailed off beside her, eyes keen on finding out where the fluttering was coming from.

"Surrender, Doctor, and face your Dalek masters!" the Daleks commanded from the other side.

"Daleks," Rose had no idea how to feel about that so she just laughed nervously. "Ha!"

Jack sucked in a breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever was coming next. "Oh, God!" The one thing they could both agree on, however, was that somehow the Doctor would pull it off. He could save them and everyone.

Their unwavered confidence in the Doctor pulled a tiny smile from him. He gazed at everyone in the room. "It's been good, though, hasn't it? All of us... all of it... everything we did…" he specifically looked at Renata for the last part. It was surprising, considering their pending fallout, but he needed her to know that no matter what he never regretted meeting her again.

"It has," she agreed after a long minute of silence. Her only regret was her past choices, but never meeting him at all. "I'm just sorry that I wasn't the best I could be."

Rose's eyes flickered between the pair with a questionable look. There was a twist in her stomach, warning her that she was missing out on something big.

The Doctor took the lead towards the door, albeit a bit slower than usual. He carefully opened the door and slid out.

"Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!" the Supreme Dalek began the chant as soon as they spotted the Doctor.

Most of the group was out to see themselves at the center of an entire Dalek emporium, all of them collectively chanting their favorite phrase. "Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks! Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!"

Renata felt like the air in her lungs had vanished. The last time she'd been surrounded by these many Daleks was the Time War, and that was too painful - too traumatizing - to bring back at a time like this. Her legs buckled again, making her bump into Jack's back. "S-sorry," she quickly said.

"What is going on with you, Ren? Apart from the obvious," Jack came to her aid and put one arm around her shoulders to help her walk. She was hot, literally. Her skin might as well be boiling.

The Doctor happened to look back and saw Renata struggling again. Plus, neither Gabby nor Donna had come out of the TARDIS yet. "Gabby? Donna?" he called to them. "It's no safer in there…"

Gabby was on her way out but she noticed Donna was staring at something, perhaps something no one else saw. "Donna? C'mon," she gently called to the woman.

Donna seemed to blink out of another trance. Like the fluttering, the heartbeats wouldn't stop. "Right…"

Gabby nodded and turned to leave, when the doors literally shut in her face. It actually hurt her nose a bit. Her brow furrowed in confusion and, frankly, a bit of anger. "HEY!" Donna rushed over to her side to bang on the door as well. They were not going to stay inside. If they were going to die then they wanted to do it with their friends.

"Doctor!" Donna roared with each bang she hit the door with.

The Doctor had already ran to the TARDIS to pry the doors open. Renata attempted to do the same but nearly fell from weakness if Jack hadn't tightened his hold around her.

"What's happened!?" Renata cried as she watched the Doctor pull the doors in vain. Gabby and Donna were collectively shouting to be freed, even accusing the Doctor of locking them away, but of course he hadn't done it.

"What did you do!?" the Doctor furiously turned to the Supreme Dalek.

"This is not of Dalek origin."

"Of course it's you!" Renata exclaimed. "Now open the doors!"

The Doctor didn't believe a word either. "Stop it! They're my friends. Now, open the door and let them out!"

"This is Time Lord treachery!" the Supreme declared, bringing the Doctor to a momentary pause.

"Me!?" he repeated, frankly incredulous. They didn't have an actual body but they had a stupid eye stalk to see. "The door just closed on its own!"

"Nevertheless: the TARDIS is a weapon and it will be destroyed." As soon as the Supreme Dalek declared it, a trapdoor opened up underneath the TARDIS and swallowed it whole.

Gabby and Donna both fell backwards on the floor with the harsh drop.

"NOOO!" Renata screamed just like before when the Doctor had been struck by a Dalek. She frantically pushed Jack away and tried running, only to fall with her wobbly legs. Golden energy sprang from her body, though, and hit the spot where the TARDIS had just been.

"Detain the Time Lady," the Supreme Dalek ordered.

"Stay back tin-boys," Jack aimed his gun at them. It might not do much but he wasn't going to let more people get taken.

"Now stop it!" the Doctor was enraged as he turned towards the nearing Daleks. He ran to Renata to help her stand but hissed when his hands touched her body. "You stay the hell away from her! And bring my friends back! Where are you taking them!?"

"The Crucible has a heart of Z-Neutrino Energy. The TARDIS will be deposited into the core."

Renata was lucid enough to understand the implication. She used the Doctor as a pillar to stand again and glared at the Supreme Dalek. "You've taken...the defeeeence...down!" She breathed hard but it would not stop her from attacking if she needed to. "You'll killll...them!"

~ 0 ~

Inside the TARDIS, Gabby and Donna cried for dear life. The fall - wherever they were heading - was picking up speed the longer they took. They each held to a rail and watched as the console lights spark and shoot fires as if they were cooking.

And maybe they were…

Gabby gripped her railing as hard as she could, bringing a white shade to her skin in the process, but if she was paying attention to her fingers she would see a light lavender glow. But she was too scared to do anything but scream and cry, and think about the fact she was going to die.

"The jar!" Donna was the first to see the jar with the Doctor's severed hand glowing like mad. It almost looked like it would finally tip over from all the shakes.

"Donna, don't!" Gabby reached for the ginger when she attempted to get to the console.

Donna had heard the heartbeat again and this time she was sure that it was coming from the console. She needed to know what it was. So, however way she could, she wobbled towards the console.

"Donna!" Gabby shrieked when one particular spark billowed a gray smoke over them. She let go of the rail and nearly fell over the other one. Her best bet was following Donna and be near the Captain's chair.

The two made it just before the TARDIS threw them flat on their stomachs.

Donna shook her head then raised it. Her eyes locked on the jar with a new sense of determination. It was calling to her, in heartbeats. She felt like she couldn't turn away anymore. It needed her.

"Am I crazy…" Gabby was squinting from the smoke, "...or do I hear fluttering -- Donna!" She'd caught Donna's arm just as the ginger had reached for the jar. As soon as Donna touched it, the regeneration energy in the jar wrapped around them until the entire jar shattered.

~ 0 ~

The TARDIS appeared on a screen for the group to see. It was being submerged into an oozy energy.

"The females and the TARDIS will perish together! Observe," the Supreme Dalek said. "The last children of Gallifrey is powerless."

Renata was destroyed - more than that but she wouldn't be able to describe it if anyone asked her - when she saw the screen. It was too much like watching her family burn all over again. She gripped the Doctor's arm around her, perhaps squeezing it too tight but he didn't notice. He couldn't feel.

He felt utterly powerless as he watched his friends practically burn to death. "Please. I'm begging you, I'll do anything! Put me in their place! You can do anything to me, I don't care, just get them out of there!"

But the Daleks said nothing.

Renata frantically looked between the screen and the empty spot behind them. That was Gabriella - Gabby - dying in there, the girl who'd been so curious about the world that she took the greatest risk of her life by coming into the TARDIS. It was Gabby, the first girl - the first human - to ever make Renata feel fondness towards them. Martha had done wonders but even after her, Renata was always weary of humans...even poor Donna got a taste of it before meeting Gabby.

Gabby had helped change Renata so much and the Time Lady had only realized it up until now. The intoxicated energy inside her was a result of her trying to keep Gabby safe. Never in her life did Renata ever dream of putting herself in danger for a human. Each person she'd met so far had slowly changed her - no one more than the Doctor - but Gabby was a really close second.

And now she was gone. Dead.

"You are connected to the TARDIS. Now, feel it die," the Supreme Dalek said to the Doctor.

~ 0 ~

The regeneration energy exploded and managed to throw Gabby across the room, her back hitting the rails. The golden energy around her had faded as a strong purple glow took over instead. Donna, however, seemed more immune to the regeneration energy. It merely left her to spread to the severed hand now twitching...spreading more...and more...until it formed the shape of a man.

And then suddenly the Doctor sprang up from the floor.

Donna gawked with a mouth fully open. "It's you!"

"Oh yes!"

Her eyes happened to lower and made her realize he wasn't wearing any clothes. "And you're naked!"

It didn't faze him whatsoever. "Oh yes!"

~ 0 ~

"Total TARDIS destruction in ten rels!" one of the Daleks announced. "Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!"

~ 0 ~

Gabby slowly blinked awake from her spot and saw the new Doctor trying to reach for something on the console. She ignored the question of how it was possible, but she knew it wasn't the Doctor they knew. "Hey - you get away from there!" She lurched towards him, with a hand forwards and accidentally fired a jet of purple butterflies.

It didn't reach the Doctor in time, for he had pressed a specific button on the console, but it did go over Donna who shrieked in horror and tried swatting them away. Gabby brought her hands to her chest, eyes widened and flickering from side to side.

Had she just done that?

~ 0 ~

"Four! Three! Two! One!" the Dalek said just as the TARDIS faded from the energy.

It struck the Doctor more than he would've thought. He felt empty and yet there was an overwhelming fury that began to spread through him.

"The TARDIS has been destroyed. Now, tell me, Doctor... what do you feel?" the Supreme Dalek asked him. "Anger? Sorrow? Despair?"

"Yeah," the Doctor answered through gritted teeth.

Renata sniffed as it truly dawned on her that Gabby and Donna were gone. She started to scream with the same fury the Doctor was keeping inside, only her fury seemed to bring something else outside. Once again, the golden energy burst from her to strike whatever was in front of her. Jack and Rose had to dive in opposite directions and the Doctor had to let go of her before he was burned. Renata's sobs were painful enough to hear, but it seemed like each time she expelled energy it physically pained her. The only difference now was that there were a few (half) formed golden butterflies in the midst of the energy blasts.

"The cosmic butterfly," Rose whispered in true horror. It was Renata. "She's here."

Jack had no idea what Rose meant but he did see more Daleks coming for them - for Renata - and decided to act. He grabbed his gun on the side and fired. "Get away!"

"Exterminate!" the Supreme Dalek directly shot Jack.

"No!" Rose watched Jack fall to the ground. She was yet to learn about his new immortal abilities - the ones she herself granted him. She rushed over to his side, hoping that they'd gotten just a bit lucky and that he would still be alive. "Jack! Oh, my God. Oh, no…"

The Doctor didn't know whether to go to Rose and keep her away from the leering Daleks or Renata who was still crying and bursting with energy. The Time Lady helplessly cried but the Doctor no longer knew if her tears were for Gabby and Donna or for herself being in physical pain.

"Detain the Time Lady in the Vault, along with the Doctor and their companion," the Supreme Dalek commanded.

Renata could see her surroundings from the corners of her eyes and it looked a lot like Daleks. She groaned and put her best effort to standing up without hurting the Doctor and Rose.

"You need to stop," the Doctor hurried to catch her before she fell forwards.

"I-I can't," she swallowed hard, clearly in pain. "It's-it's just coming ou…" Her body lurched forwards again, onto him in the process. He understood she couldn't control it and it scared him that this was her end as well. If the toxins were in too deep then regeneration wouldn't be possible.

He didn't want to lose her twice.

~ 0 ~

The new Doctor had found himself a blue suit to wear and was making mends to the TARDIS to the best of his ability under the circumstances. "All repaired! Lovely. Shh! No-one knows we're here! Gotta keep quiet. Silent running, like on submarines when they can't even drop a spanner. Don't drop a spanner. I like blue, what do you think?"

Donna was completely awed by the fact there was a literal copy of the Doctor in front of them, but Gabby was a bit more angry.

"You tell me how the hell I conjured butterflies!" She pointed at him as if he was the reason for her new ability, and in pointing at him...she released more purple butterflies that he had to swat away from his face.

"Watch where you point that thing!" he said with a scrunched face.

"How is this possible!?" Gabby stomped her foot. "How are you possible!?"

"Maybe it's what Time Lords do," Donna said after some careful thinking. "Like they lop a bit off and grow another one? You're like worms!"

"No, no, no, no, no, I'm unique!" the Doctor said, sounding incredibly offended. "Never been another like me! Because all that regeneration energy went into the hand - look at my hand, I love that hand…" he wiggled his fingers but that didn't bring any amusement from either woman. "But then you touched it -- WHAM!" he screamed so loud that both women jumped.

"Stop that!" Gabby exclaimed.

"It was an instantaneous biological metacrisis. I grew... out of you," he said to Donna, not appearing to like the reality of things. "Still, could be worse."

Gabby exchanged a look with Donna and without having to tell her to do it, Gabby raised her finger and pointed it at the Doctor. A series of purple butterflies slapped his face.

"Stop that!" He cried.

"Then watch it, spaceman!" Donna snapped. She wasn't going to let some carbon copy tell her off.

"Oi! Watch it, Earth-girl!" the Doctor ended up using the same tone, surprising himself and the others in the process. "Oh!" he was even doing the same gaping mouth expression as Donna. "I sound like you! I sound all... all sort of, rough!"

"Oi!" Donna said, not sure if that was an insult or just something Doctor-y.

"Oi!" went the Doctor in the same exact tone.

"Oi!"

"Would you stop it!?" Gabby shouted at them both. "We need to get back to the Crucible and save the others!"

But as Gabby reminded them of the pending trouble, the Doctor had come to another realization. His hand was over his chest and there was a completely terrified expression on his face. "You are kidding me, no way. One heart...I've got one heart! This body... has got only one heart!"

That definitely got both Gabby and Donna to freeze. "What?" They even said together.

Donna wanted to verify for herself so she put her hand over his chest and felt the one heartbeat underneath. "You're human!"

"Oh, that's disgusting!" cried the man.

"Would you stop that!?" Gabby once more shouted at him. She was finding it hard to believe that this was truly another Doctor when he was being so incredibly rude towards their kind.

"I'm... part Time Lord, part human…" the Doctor scowled and looked at Donna. "Well, isn't that wizard?"

"I kept hearing that noise... that heartbeat," Donna said, beginning to feel like it was all his fault.

"Oh, that was me. My single heart," he said dismissively as he went back to the console. "'Cos I'm a- complicated event in time and space, must've rippled back. Converging on you."

"But why me?"

"Because you're special."

Donna got exasperated with the stupid answer. "Oh, I keep telling you: I'm not."

"Of course you are, Donna." Even Gabby was agreeing with him which just further irritated her.

"Oh…" the Doctor realized something after really studying Donna's shifting response, "You really don't believe that, do you? I can see, Donna... what you're thinking. All that attitude, all that lip, 'cos all this time... you think you're not worth it."

"Stop it," Donna spat and turned her head away from him and Gabby.

"Shouting at the world 'cos no-one's listening. Well... why should they?"

"Do you really think that about yourself, Donna?" Gabby softly asked. Donna wouldn't look at her but she didn't shake her head to deny it either. "Why? I think you're amazing."

"Oh," Donna scoffed. "Please. You're an artist -- you've got your whole life ahead of you and what have I done with mine? Waste it."

"You haven't wasted your life, Donna. It's been a bumpy ride but there's so much you can do."

"We were always heading for this," the Doctor mumbled in thought, getting both women to gaze at him. "You came to the TARDIS on your wedding day--"

"--I was kidnapped!" Donna said, for a moment sounding like Renata that she smiled for just one second.

"And you found me again," the Doctor went on, referring to the Adipose Industries event. "Even your grandad...and your car!" he was suddenly so excited. "Donna, your car! You parked your car right where the TARDIS was gonna land, that's not a coincidence at all! We've been blind! Something's been drawing us together for such a long time!"

"Stop spinning your crazy man," Gabby physically went ahead and stopped him from endlessly turning in his spot. "And explain yourself."

"You're talking like... destiny," Donna released a breath. "But there's no such thing... is there?"

"The Cosmic Butterfly is a well known destiny," the Doctor said and looked to Gabby who just blinked response.

"Come again?"

"Well it's what I know, what I heard," he said. "Cos see, the parallel worlds' walls have been crumbling for some time and a lot of these things echo into our world, bleed through it. And since I was a complicated event in the time lines, I heard things. You, Gabby, are the Cosmic Butterfly. You are another fixed point in time. You are…" he seemed to run out of breath just thinking about whatever the Cosmic Butterfly truly was, "You are something that...requires a lot of caution."

"Doctor, you're scaring me," Gabby took a few steps back and swallowed hard. "Rose said the same thing about a butterfly…but she thought it was Renata."

"No, it's you. You're the Cosmic Butterfly. Your finger!" He reached for her hand despite having to fight with her to take it. "Your hands! You're already beginning to express those powers! My regeneration energy kickstarted them! They've been dormant up until now. Sorry about that."

Gabby's head was spinning with thousands of questions but the main thing she wanted to know concerned Renata. For whatever that was happening to herself right now, she didn't feel weak like Renata was. The energy was just coming out of her like nothing. Clearly, it wasn't the same for Renata. "What about Ren? She's worse off than me."

"Because she's not like you," the Doctor said, visibly swallowing hard. Fear had etched across his face, his eyes widening slowly. "Word will travel about her. They have in other worlds. She's...something else, something more chaotic..."

"What do you mean?" Gabby felt her chest constrict. The prediction of death, that's all that came to mind.

"They called her...the Vortex Butterfly in the other worlds."

~ 0 ~

Down in the vault there were few noises, and the few were overpowered by the constant groans and cries of Renata. The Daleks had placed her, the Doctor and Rose in three separate 'prisons' in the Vault room - a spacious room - that looked more like spotlights. The Doctor was in-between Renata and Rose, but despite where they were and what was probably coming next, most of the Doctor's attention - if not all - was on his right.

Renata was sitting over her legs, her body leaning forwards as if she were throwing up, and couldn't stop groaning. Every part of her body ached. Because every few minutes her body would expel more golden energy that inflamed her entire prison - blinding anyone around her - and would then leave her in a more weakened state. And when she wasn't groaning, she cried, because of the pain...and because her friends were dead.

"Interesting child of Time," Davros' raspy voice honestly gave Rose the shivers. Perhaps it wasn't all that bad being trapped inside the prison if it meant keeping Davros from touching her. However, he seemed more focused on the Time Lady on their far right. "I assume this is the Cosmic Butterfly Dalek Caan mentioned."

The Doctor gritted his teeth so hard he actually felt the sting of pain through his jaw. "You leave her alone," he darkly warned.

"It is time we talked, Doctor, after so very long--"

"No, no, no, no, no. We're not doing the nostalgia tour. I want to know what's happening right here, right now, 'cos the Supreme Dalek said 'vault', yeah? As in, dungeon. Cellar. Prison. You're not in charge of the Daleks, are you? They've got you locked away down here in the basement, like, what, a servant? Slave? Court jester?"

"We have... an arrangement," Davros barely finished when Renata's loud, raspy laugh cut through the conversation.

She raised her head a bit, revealing her pale cheeks. "Forrrrgive mee…" she drew in a breath, "...for laughing….ha!" She groaned and clutched her stomach.

"You're the Dalek's pet!" the Doctor spat.

Davros turned his chair towards Rose, and in doing the blonde leaned back as if he would cross the prison. "So very full of fire, is he not? And to think, you crossed entire universes, striding parallel to parallel to find him again."

"Admirable," Renata once again cut in, surprising Rose (and perhaps the Doctor for a moment). Renata wished she could stand but she honestly couldn't even feel her legs anymore. "She's...been brave enough...to do what...some of us couldn't. He had toooo leave her...but sheee...she fought to come baaack…" She tried turning her head in Rose's direction in a way that would cause her the least throbbing. "Admirable. Brave."

For a moment, Rose's face softened at the woman. "I've met a lot of versions of you...but you're the only who's ever complimented me."

Renata smiled weakly. "Yeah, well...I'm not a nice person," she sniffed. "In fact...I'm a liar."

"Enough!" Davros snapped but Renata screamed and let the energy flame from her body.

"If I'm dying then I'm gonna say what I want!"

"Renata, save your energy," the Doctor turned to her desperately. "Please, no more talking, no more moving…"

"Ah, forget it Doctor," Renata swallowed hard and turned her body to face him and Rose instead of Davros. "For once...I want to be honest. And if this is really it...I want people to know that I-I did get better. I tried to."

"Don't-don't talk," the Doctor continued to plead but she had made her choice.

"Rose, you have to understand…" Renata shuddered a breath and placed a palm against the invisible barrier. She was going to try to stand. "I-I'm not, I've never been a good person but he--" she made a small nod towards the Doctor, "--he found something good in me. He tried helping me and I repaid him by breaking his hearts."

Rose didn't know why but she was clinging to Renata's every word. She could feel the woman's pain and regret, making her appear more human than any other version she'd met before.

"I-I made...all the wrong choices," Renata scrunched her face as she struggled to stand up.

"Renée, please," the Doctor whispered for her to stop but she just wouldn't.

"And when I-I realized that I...that I made the wrong choice, I didn't do anything about it. I let time pass me by, centuries, until I felt like I was just...floating through. But you, Rose, you were the opposite. Things pulled you apart...but you wouldn't take it - you did something about it. And now here you are. That...that is admirable. I respect you. I didn't before but...well, that's another thing the Doctor and everyone else on this planet has taught me."

Rose actually felt tears in her eyes. She didn't even know Renata enough to cry over something she said about her, but Rose couldn't help it. It was as if she could feel every last bit that Renata was harboring inside her hearts. "There were rumors about the Cosmic Butterfly that didn't make sense to me," Rose almost smiled at the irony. Some would say that the Cosmic Butterfly was a dangerous creature and yet others said it was known to be emphatic and even made it a two way street. Perhaps this is what Renata was doing unknowingly.

Renata was none the wiser. She had started something and she wanted to finish it before her body prevented her from. "You know what? Right now, I'm 756 years old and I realize that I don't think I've ever truly loved my lives. I've lived, almost had a child, but I was never really happy." She paused for a moment, head hanging low before concluding what she wanted to do. She'd managed to stand up but was leaning entirely against the prison's wall. She met the Doctor's gaze with a sad smile. "I confess that I, Renata, Reneé, might just want to die."

Now it was the Doctor's turn to get ready eyed. With their proper tools Renata couldn't follow the true customs of what a Time Lord did before dying. Her confession dial was non-existent and so she would do it verbally. She would confess the last of her secrets to him, to anyone who would listen.

"Please don't do it," his beg was frail but Renata just sniffed and smiled at him, assuring him things would be okay even when she had no idea if that was true.

"I confess that I made the wrong choice centuries ago because I was scared, because I was a coward. I confess that I never truly moved on. And I confess that meeting you again scared me to the bone because I was afraid of falling again. I was afraid of hurting you again. And I did it. And I am so sorry. I confess that I do love you, that I have never stopped, and that is not a regret."

The Doctor wished he could get to her in that moment and hold her. He didn't even think about their argument, much less his anger. She truly felt like she was dying and what was worse is that she wanted to die. She didn't want to live anymore. Her life was so unbearable that she would rather it end. He pounded a fist against the wall keeping him away from her, frustrated that he couldn't do any of the things he wanted.

Renata turned her head at Davros who'd been nothing but silent for the past minutes. Her expression had gone dark, a new emotion she had yet to display. "And I confess that if I'm truly dying, I am going to take down every last Dalek on this ship. You wanted a child of Time? You got the worst one." The flames of energy danced over her body until, once again, it was released and covered her prison from top to bottom.

"Interesting energy," Davros had to confess himself. "The same energy that Dalek Caan spoke of." He pressed a button on the control panel of his chair and revealed Dalek Caan himself planted on a platform in the room.

"She is the Vortex Butterfly," Dalek Caan said in a sing-song manner. Confusion spread across the Doctor's face but a more fearsome feeling took over Rose. She spared Renata a brief glance with widened eyes.

"That's not - that's…" the Doctor did the same and stared down at Renata. She'd crumpled to the floor again, groaning as new flames of energy prepared to burst. "That's the...vortex!" the Doctor almost smacked himself for being so blind. "Of course!"

"What is he talking about?" Rose asked him, eyes flickering from Renata to Dalek Caan.

"The golden energy is the Time Vortex but I couldn't know that because the toxins have mutated it with the Osiran energy. I completely forgot that the Osiran energy's main function is to heal and that's a huge contradiction to the levels of the Vortex inside Renata, not to mention the Block Transfer energy from Zhe's gallery. It's growing volatile the more it combines."

Rose hated to admit that in times like these, she still could find a moment to appreciate his rambling of light speed.

Renata began to cry again but the burst of energy overshadowed her voice. The Doctor turned to the woman, trying to keep his eyes on her despite the blinding light from her energy. "The Time Vortex, the Block Transfer energy, the Osiran energy...they've created something new. The Vortex Butterfly. The butterflies, Renée."

"The butterflies of death," Dalek Caan giggled, causing a deepened scowl to mark the Doctor's face.

"Shut up!" He snapped.

When the cortex energy dissipated once more, Renata slightly turned her head at him. Her eyes were red and teary from fatigue. She noticed the way Rose was now staring at her. "You-you about this, don't you?"

Seeing who she was talking to, the Doctor quickly turned to Rose, desperate for any information that could help Renata. "Rose? Please?"

Rose didn't want to say anything particularly bad considering Renata had just poured her hearts and feelings out to her just minutes before. It would be wrong but... keeping quiet would also be wrong. "I thought you were the Cosmic Butterfly. The Vortex Butterfly is a far more dangerous creature when it wants to be. I've met many versions of you and...and some of them were like Gabby. These big butterfly creatures...like hybrids."

For a minute, Renata panicked at the idea that perhaps death wasn't coming for her. A space mutation was creeping over instead. "So...so what's going to happen to me?"

"So cold and dark. Fire is coming... the endless flames…" Dalek Caan answered and this time it was Rose who shot it a glare.

"Shut up! I don't understand how you know all that, but--"

"Dalek Caan flew into the Time War, unprotected," Davros explained to her. "He saw Time. Its infinite complexity and majesty raging through his mind."

"And I saw everything," Dalek Caan agreed from the platform. "The Vortex Butterfly draws from the Time Vortex itself and can kill anything in its path. The Cosmic Butterfly can follow in the same path. I saw them and I saw all three of you here, and I know that the Doctor will be here, as witness, at the end of everything. The Doctor and his precious Children of Time! And one of them will die...!"

The Doctor could barely contain his rage, but in the end what was the point of containing it? "Was it you!? kill Donna and Gabby? Why did the TARDIS door close? Tell me!"

Davros was delighted by the sight. "Oh that's it! The end, the fire, the rage of a Time Lord who butchered millions. There he is. Why so shy? Show your companions... show them your true self." The Doctor did not look anywhere but the floor, uneasy. "Dalek Caan has promised me that, too.

"I have seen it. At the time of ending, the Doctor's soul will be revealed," Dalek Caan confirmed, but the Doctor wasn't having it from a ridiculous Dalek that couldn't even move anymore.

"What does that mean?"

"We will discover it together... our final journey," Davros promised. "Because the ending approaches. The testing begins."

"Testing of what?" the Doctor called when Davros turned away from them.

"The Reality Bomb." He brought up a screen for them to see exactly what he was talking about. "Behold... the apotheosis of my genius."

Down in a chamber were dozens of humans crowded into one spot like a herd. The Doctor dreaded what they were planning on doing with the innocent humans, but all he could do was watch.

~0~

"Now you tell me what this whole butterfly thing is all about!" Gabby was rounding on the new Doctor while he madly went around the console, trying to figure out what the Daleks were up to. "Or so help me-" but before she could finish her threat, the TARDIS shuddered and rocked the trio inside.

"It's the planets. The twenty-seven planets!" the Doctor realized once he caught sight of the monitor.

~0~

Renata had raised her head the necessary amount to see what was on the screen. Each stolen planet were bathed in a white glow.

"But that's Z-Neutrino Energy," the Doctor realized first. "Flattened by the alignment of the planets into a single stream - no!" he shouted once he figured out the plan. There were too many lives at stake and they had no care about it. "Davros. Davros, you can't! You can't! NO!"

The planets glowed stronger but inside the chamber the humans were beginning to dissolve into atoms. And just like that, the glows around the planet disappeared, but so had the humans entirely.

~0~

"What...what just happened?" Rose swallowed hard. She could see the Doctor's blind panic - almost feel it herself - and the satisfaction on Davros crusty face meant true horror.

"Electrical energy, Miss Tyler," Davros answered. "Every atom in existence is bound by an electrical field. The Reality Bomb cancels it out - structure falls apart. That test was focused on the prisoners alone. Full transmission will dissolve every form of matter."

"The stars are going out…" Rose quietly realized. It was what was killing the stars, but how could they do it in every world? She turned her head in Renata's direction, tears coming to her eyes. "It was me. You-you were right." Renata met the girl's gaze and, despite bearing no accusation, she confirmed it with silence. Rose felt like her lungs had run out of air once the load truly fell on her. She hadn't created any Reality Bomb, bit her traveling through parallel worlds had cracked the already weakened walls of the world's from the Battle of Canary Wharf. Each time she crossed to a different world, she gave the Daleks access to a new world of experiments. It was HER her fault.

"You couldn't have known," Renata exhaled as if she'd been holding her breath that whole time. "And besides, THEY they-" she narrowed her eyes at Davros, "-are the ones who created this. They stole 27 planets, turning them into one vast transmitter. And they blasted that wavelength…"

"Across the entire universe," Davros finished for her, eager to actually, as if he wanted everyone to know their amazing project. "Never stopping. Never faltering. Never fading. People and planets and stars will become dust. And the dust will become atoms and the atoms will become... nothing. And the wavelength will continue, breaking through the Rift at the heart of the Medusa Cascade into every dimension, every parallel, every single corner of creation. This is my ultimate victory, Doctor! The destruction of reality itself!"

#ocappreciation #doctor who #10th doctor #10th doctor imagines #dw imagine #doctor who fics #10th doctor fics #doctor who imagines #dw fics #10th doctor imagine #oc: Renata Cartwright #fic: the beginning of everything

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headoverjojo · 6 years ago

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How about the lap dance/twerking one for Bruno’s gang as well?

After 9385839 years… it’s dooooone!!

Bruno’s gang stripping and dancing for their s/o

(As usual, everyoooone is 21+, all big adult men! So no NSFW on minors thanks! And also under the cut for NSFWish themes!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is pretty confident about his body and skills, so he’d not shy away when his s/o asks him a certain “show”. His suit is already pretty revealing, but the smirk that he gives them when they say they’d like to see all his tattoo sends shivers down their spine and to their core.

He’d not pick up some specific outfit, just his usual suit. He’s in the “Capo role”, now, and it’s evident in his behaviour and gestures. He’s not going to strip alone, oh no, he makes them get up and they have to gain their reward, slowly moving with him, losing a garment at every well done step of sensual dance. And, meanwhile, they can enjoy his body deliciously pressed on theirs without the obstacle of clothes and Bruno can see his beloved moving so gracefully… it’s a win-win for both!

Leone Abbacchio

As Bruno, Leone hasn’t problems with his body. He knows he’s pretty attractive and, when his s/o -they have to have a certain intimacy to ask for this- asks for a little show, he just smirks, slowly getting up and tying his hair in a high ponytail that always makes them go crazy.

His movements are slow, almost lazy, while he undoes the laces on his chest. He loves to see his s/o almost squirming in anticipation, to see them more and more hungry, as his garments fall on the floor. He keeps himself just out of their reach, purring a warning every time they try to touch him. So near, yet so far… then, when he sees them well worked up, he slowly comes near, letting them finally touch him. But, first, they have to undress as well, as he almost orders them, smirking when they accomplish so. He loves so much when they’re so eager… it’s the right prelude to the main course.

Guido Mista

He’d chuckle, at first, not expecting such a request. However, this also fuels him with pride: they find him attractive enough for something like this! So, he’d really put all himself in it, to make his s/o not to regret their request.

His strip would be extra and a total show that his s/o would gladly enjoy for longer time, if the gunman wasn’t so desirable to awake their primal instincts. The first thing that flies away is his sweater, as he moves around them, letting them, sometimes, touch him. He knows how to move his hips and his bottom is legendary, so he’d put both at good use, dancing and laughing when he feels their hands squeezing or slapping it. He’s so amused and happy to see and feel how much they appreciate him, it’s nice!

Narancia Ghirga

He blushes, when his s/o shyly asks him something like this. He stutters a squealing “R-really?!” before trying to recollect himself. Well, he’s good at dancing, he doesn’t have an ugly body -his s/o surely thinks it’s more than pretty-, so… why not?

However, he’d ask them to dance with him. He’d think about a whole special dance for the occasion, specific music… he tries his best! Then, he teaches them the moves and it’s the moment when the strips effectively starts. It’s a slower dance than usual, physical, sensual; for once, Narancia is totally focused and in role while he slowly removes their clothes and lets them do the same with him, peppering their face and neck with kisses, keeping them close, their hips pressed together. In the end, they’d ask him to “dance” more times!

Pannacotta Fugo

He’s taken aback, hearing such a request. He really didn’t expect it… but, all in all, he thinks it’s fair. They have done it for him various times, so it’s right to do it for them too. And he wants to make it memorable.

So, first, he’s going to wear his glasses. He knows they love it, even if he doesn’t wear it a lot; then a jacket, a tie… and the look of a professor. They’d immediately go along with the little scene, asking him if there are chances to get “better grades”, while sitting on his lap. Slowly, he’d strip them, while kissing their neck and chest, on the desk, finally taking off also his clothes, with an unbearable flirty slowness that makes them whine in anticipation. The waiting, however, is totally worth, leaving them both utterly satisfied.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno just smiles one of his unreadable smiles, when his beloved s/o asks him a little show, leaning on his shoulder. Of course he’ll accomplish… it’d be just fair to do it back. And he knows he can do something good.

So, he’d fill the room with sweet and beautiful flowers, throwing them in an almost bucolic ambient. He’d present with his Don suit on, calling them with his most suave voice. It’s impossible not to accomplish what Giorno is saying, when he uses such a voice; so they’d go to him, letting him enveloping them in a warm and intimate hug, sighing at his kisses on their neck. Just then he starts to remove his clothes, letting them drop to the floor, one after another, as theirs, finally losing themselves in each other arms.

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #neutral s/o #lap dance prompt #aged up characters #headcanons #not so sfw #dianezeppelijoestar

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ben-the-hyena · 6 years ago

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Yet another crackship won over

Sigh

I can no longer hide this

I have been struggling against my mind for one week

Because my mind suddenly thought of a crackship as a simple self suggestion I shrugged off, but sadly half of my mind kept it afterward

And worked on it

While my other half of mind was begging

On its knees

"Please stop ! We have 3 crackships in Darkwing Duck ! One in Undertale ! One in School for Vampires ! 3 in Blazing Dragons ! Too many to count in FNAF ! PLEASE DONT MAKE UP ANOTHER ONE FOR YOUR OWN SANITY"

"Please it makes no sense they are not even in the same game !"

"It could fit if we dig it well !"

"Noooo !"

"Yaaaaas !"

I tried to fight back...

But I am weak

I lost the battle

I can no longer

It won

Soon the world will laugh at me or cry in horror

Anyway...

The monsters

The abomination their SU fusion would be

*DEEP INHALE...*

THAT BASTARD

AND

THAT BITCH

WHYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEE

NOOOOO

WHAT HAVE I DOOOOONE

MY POOR HALF OF MIIIIND

I CREATED A MONSTROUS REIGN

*cough cough*

Alright so... explanations

She is neutral and not that kind, giving away a gem not as a gift but just because she didn't need it anymore. As she is on a neutral side and already a monarch she wouldn't care of anyone's alliance as long as her ice citadel's heaters work

Then there is a Ripto HC I had for 2 weeks : I, like a good amount of fans, headcanon he got bitter because he had been bullied and never taken care of. And I have a fanfiction OR collab comic (as I suck at coloring) project about his redemption, because I headcanon that with enough patience and special conditions, he would stop his hatred on dragons and stop his aim at taking lands by force (many fans like to see him reform I noticed) However not to be OOC, I see that even if reformed, he would still be egocentric, still remain that racist neighbour about dragons (scars can't heal all of sudden ; eh at least he doesnt fight them anymore and made peace !) and still would want to find political power in a way. In short, he would be neutral

But as he would no longer want to take power by force, he would need a strategy. He knows he has no chance in elections after everything he did on people, so... he could be through marriage. He just needs to find a princess or a queen and voilà, he becomes prince consort and could convince her for some laws and rules, and he would have respect !

But which female monarch... Queen Finny ? He would drown just by living with her. Princess Ami ? She hates him. The Sorceress ? She was dead (plusshealmostdestroyedbabiesthatssickeventohisownstandards) So... only one left, the Ice Princess, in an icy place but there must be heaters and fireplaces where she lives. So he would try courting her. And that would be hard as she is mostly "I admire you" "I admire myself too" "..." But surprisingly he would get attached. And she too

AND SO ON

THERE

YOU KNOW MY SHAME

PS : Also apparently The Ice Princess has a colorful language as according to Youtube comments, if you go see her before heating up her heaters, she says it's "as cold as a witch's-" and Spyro cuts her before she finishes

PPS : HC her name is Charlene

#i am scared at myself because i will probably yiff them within the next year #why is my mind such a crackshipfuck #spyro #moi #why #lol #love is here #i ship it !#ripto #the ice princess #nobody remembers her and she and Ripto don't even appear in the same game WTF

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triscribe · 6 years ago

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Dooooone-!

Robin is, was, and forever shall be my favorite, hence why I saved him for last, and possibly also why he turned out the best... xD

Anywho, there’s an excerpt under the cut from my Young Lanterns AU, posted to both ff.net and AO3 for those interested:

“Were you the one to take our memories?” The green-skinned girl suddenly inquired.

“No. That is a side effect of the plague which swept your planet. Had I not removed you from the situation when I did, it would have infiltrated your muscles and nerves, removing all autonomous functions until your bodies shut down on themselves.”

“Why did you just save us?”

“Because by the time I arrived, you seven were the only ones left to save. I sensed you within a specialized bunker, one which was able to withstand the initial release of the plague long enough to give you this chance at justice.”

They all looked at him curiously over that particular statement. “Justice?” The muscular teen asked.

“Due to his growth of power, I am unable to defeat the one who attacked your world and deliver judgement upon his head. I am, however, the assigned safekeeper of certain weapons, the combined power of which might be able to best him.” As it spoke, the figure pulled from the robe’s various sleeves seven differently colored spheres. “These are the Great Rings of Power, each of which can only be worn by a host with a strong enough particular quality of character. If you are willing to avenge your homeworld, then I will gladly gift them to you for this purpose.”

The teens all exchanged uneasy glances, communicating what they thought of the offer without exchanging any words. Then, almost as one, they looked again to the figure and nodded firmly.

“Excellent.” Lifting one hand higher than its others, the robed being held out a sphere and explained the color’s significance. “Red increases its host’s natural anger, only able to be controlled by one used to channeling rage and taking strength from it.” Once released, the ring flew up from its container, hovered for a moment, and then flew straight to the muscular teen. He cautiously held out his hand, allowing the weapon to slide onto one of his fingers. The others had to look away from the burst of red light, which transformed their companion’s plain clothes into a jumpsuit of red and black. Instead of an S in the shield symbol on his chest, there was a circular design matching the one on the ring’s surface.

“Orange,” the figure continued. “Heightens all tendencies of greed within its host, only wearable by one capable of deciding between what is needed and what is wanted.” The second ring took a minute to decide, circling the remaining teens, before going to the red haired boy. His pajamas transformed into an orange and black suit, which included a mask and goggles, as well as a different design on his chest.

“The yellow ring will only be controlled by a host who employs fear among their battle tactics, inspiring it within their enemies, yet holding back when it comes to innocents.” This time, the little piece of crystal shot straight towards the smallest teen, the first of them to have woken up. His new suit was mostly black, with yellow designs on his torso, gloves, and the interior of the cape he gained, as well as the eye holes for his mask.

“Green is the color only able to be worn by one with indomitable strength of will.” The fourth ring hovered uncertainly for a few moments, until it chose the blonde girl. Her clothes became green and black leggings, a mask similar to the redhead’s, and a shirt that left her midriff and upper arms bare. A pair of gloves stretched from her elbows to the backs of her hands, leaving the girl’s fingers unrestricted, and another unique symbol appeared a little higher up on her chest than the others.

“Blue is one of the rarest powers, going to those who inspire hope within others and heightening their own levels of optimism.” This one circled the unchosen teens, finally darting over to the white haired boy’s hand. It changed his clothing into a sleeveless shirt and long pants, revealing black tattoos wrapping down from his shoulders to his wrists.

“Whoa.” The smallest teen peered closer. “Those aren’t part of your suit, are they?”

“I do not believe so,” came the thoughtful reply, before the figure in white went on.

“Indigo, the color of compassion, will raise one’s selflessness to unprecedented levels unless worn by one who knows their own limits.” This ring didn’t bother with analyzing the two remaining girls, heading straight for the shorter of the two. It gave her a long staff to hold, in addition to clothing her in a black and purple jumpsuit patterned similarly to the first couple boys to receive their rings.

“And lastly, pink, also called the Star Sapphire, can only be worn with one who fully embraces love, seeing it as a mighty force in its own right.” The final ring immediately went to the green-skinned girl, turning her clothing into a black jumpsuit with pink designs and a large, hooded cloak.

“There!” The figure proclaimed proudly. “Great warriors, each of you, and I do not doubt the success of your new mission-”

“Uh, that’s great and all,” the blonde girl interrupted their benefactor. “But exactly how do these things work?”

#young justice #season one team #superboy #kid flash #robin #artemis #aqualad #zatanna #miss martian #young lanterns au #basically my take on the #Blackest Night comic #involves amnesia and angst #but also happy endings

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x2writersblock · 3 years ago

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I'm officially done with three of my Whumptober fics! (And I'm in the middle of another one) I'm getting shit dooooone

#whumptober #fanfiction #ao3 #ffnet #progress

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hannahazzard · 7 years ago

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Nothing Embarrassing About It (Harry x Childhoodfriend!Reader)

Prompt: a Kingsman meeting an old childhood friend on a mission or something.

Note: It’s dooooone, I made it to my deadline. And bigger than expected. It’s sadly not as good as I’d hoped, but all all I can bring up now. So, hope you can still enjoy it. Usual warning, not my first language, don’t have a beta, blah, you all know the risk of continuing.

Third and last childhood friend story :) Eggsy is here and Merlin here

Nothing Embarrassing About It

“Come on, beautiful. You know you want to.“

You barely stopped yourself from gagging, but couldn’t help the eye roll. How some people could be so stupid was beyond you. You were supposed to meet your friend here at the bar, but sadly she’d had to cancel last minute. As you’ve already been here, you’d figured a drink wouldn’t hurt. Well, mistake. Sitting alone at a bar was obviously an invitation for every idiot to come over to you.

“Look,” one last time you would try it politely. “I’m sure you are a nice guy and all, but I just want to finish my drink in peace, and then go home.”

“I could join you,” the man winked and made to reach out to you. Right, that’s it. You were about to ditch polite and tear into him, when the hand heading your way was stopped by another. A new presence came up beside you.

“I would really appreciate it if you could stop bothering my fiancé.” A cool, deep voice told your would be suitor with a no-nonsense tone.

Great, another one. Pretending to be your fiancé; well, at least he’s original. You relaxed and turned back to your drink, letting the two males fight their testosterone filled battle of wills. The winner was clear pretty fast. The man that had been annoying you pulled his wrist free quickly and backed away with a muttered, so not sincere, apology. As you expected, the newcomer didn’t leave, but sat himself boldly on the stool beside you. Well, time to break another heart tonight. You took another sip of your Martini, the last thankfully, and turned to him.

“Listen, I appreciate the safe – even though it was not necessary – but whatever it is you want, I am not interested. So thank you, but I’m heading home now.” You made to stand and grab your purse, but stopped, surprised, when the man just chuckled.

“Oh, I was not my intention to safe you. Just him from an - albeit well-deserved - bloody nose. I know how short your temper can be, Y/N.” Your eyes widened at the use of your name and you sat back down. “Also, I take offense. After all, you pledged yourself to me years ago. You could at least let me buy you another drink.”

“What the-.” Stunned by the words, you finally did the guy the courtesy of looking at him. Or rather looking him over, really. Grey, pinstripe suit that fitted him perfectly, a white shirt and dark tie. He was tall, and lean. Then you looked at his face and fuck. It’s been years and you’ve been so young, but you recognized him instantly. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand. Without thinking you propelled from your chair and into the strangers arms. No, not a stranger.

“Harry.” Your voice was trembling and his name came out in a half laugh, half sob. You would feel bad about squeezing him so tight, but he was holding you just as strong.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he spoke softly into your ear. Harry didn’t complain that he had to hold all your weight, or that a few tears leaked down his neck, where your face was pressed. You’ve had some shitty years behind you. Meeting someone positive from your past – meeting Harry – again was a beautiful blessing.

Finally you pulled back a little, wiping at your wet eyes with a bright smile. “God, Har. Look at you. Look at me! It’s been so long.” You gushed and, you couldn’t help it, cupped his face to press a kiss to his cheek. “I have really missed you.” He smiled at you. There were dimples and laugh lines now, but you could swear it was the same boyish smile.

“I have missed you, too.” Harry took your hands in his and squeezed a little. “You look stunning,” he eyed you in your favorite evening dress. “Who would have thought you’d grow into your gangly limbs.”

“Hey,” you protested with a snort and pulled one of your hands free to box him playfully. “You are just still sore that I was taller than you, for one whole year.”

“You wish, lady. Everybody who said that just didn’t want to break your heart.”

“Your ridiculously styled hair didn’t count.”

Harry opened his mouth, but closed it again with a fond shake of his head. “Let’s agree to disagree, then.”

“And look for evidence to prove our case later.” You finished for him with a grin. “You’re on, Hart. I still got pictures and everything.”

“As competitive as always,” he chuckled, then lifted your hand to kiss it. “Now, I’m here with two friends, one of them probably staring at us with open curiosity behind me.” You looked over Harry’s shoulder and sure enough there was a table with two men. One tall looking, bald gentleman, who was mostly minding his scotch in front of him, and a younger man, with brown hair, staring in your direction. You grinned and waved. He immediately waved back happily, but quickly looked away when Harry turned to look as well.

“Cute,” you chuckled.

Harry shook his head with a smile and continued. “Would you like to join us? Or are you still adamant about going home?”

“They won’t mind?” You would love to spend some time with Harry, but you really didn’t want to intrude.

“Quite the opposite, I’m sure. Especially Eggsy will be happy to interrogate you.” Harry waved away your concern. He held his arm out for you and let you to his table. Both man stood until you were seated, really not seeming to mind your presence at all.

Introductions were made quickly, and soon you were talking about your new drinks. You had to hand it to Harry, for all the trouble both of you had to find friends as children; Harry has now snatched himself two wonderful people. Both charming and polite and funny in their own respective ways. It was easy to talk to them. After about an hour, and another round of drinks, Eggsy finally exploded with something he must have been barely able to hold in, the way he was vibrating.

“So! Harry as a child. There have to be stories?” he looked at you expectantly. “To prove that he wasn’t.. born like that?” he added as if to clarify.

“Like what?” Harry asked the younger man with a raised eyebrow.

“Like a proper gentleman, sir,” Eggsy reassured hastily, making the round laugh, himself included.

“Well,” you leaned back and pretended to think, looking mischievously at your old friend. “I guess there were some occasions.” You wanted to make him squirm, sadly he just smiled softly back at you. Okay, so teasing didn’t work. “but it wouldn’t be very lady like to tattle, sorry.”

Eggsy groaned, dramatically disappointed and by the looks you shared with the other men, you agreed that the Eggsy maybe had enough to drink for tonight.

“Go ahead, dear. There is nothing about our time together that I am embarrassed about.”

Eggsy perked up immediately.

“Really?” you raised a brow and leaned forward on the table. Challenge accepted. “What about the time you caught a ball from me with your eye and then said at school that you were brawling with people twice your size?”

“Learned to duck that day.” Harry shrugged, unconcerned.

“And when you fell into our pond and had to walk home in one of my dresses?”

Eggsy snorted and even Merlin couldn’t help but grin.

Harry just waved a hand dismissively. “Please, you know I had the legs for it.”

“When you lost a bet and had to dye your hair red?”

“You can only know it’s not your color if you’ve tried it.”

It continued for a bit, Eggsy was positively beaming, Merlin looked like he was imagining everything vividly, but Harry still looked so damn content. Time to pull out your last ace.

“When your first kiss happened to be with annoying Lydia Kalof?”

Here, his face actually did a small twitch.

“She surprised me,” he defended himself with a sigh. “I admit, that was regretful. My first kiss was supposed to be with you.”

Eggsy chocked on the last dregs of his drink and then slapped the table. “Smooth, Harry.” He coughed.

You felt your cheeks heating up and you knew it had nothing to do with the alcohol. Damn, he was supposed to get embarrassed, not you.

“But I think I saved myself,” Harry said, “by asking you to marry me, not annoying Lydia.”

“Wait, what?” Eggsy asked, shocked. “I’ve heard you call her your fiancé, but I thought it was just to chase away the other guy.”

“No, it’s true. She is.”

“Harry,” your blush deepened. Double damn. “We were kids.”

“I asked, you said yes. I say it counts,” he grinned boyishly. “You finger agrees.”

Of course he had seen your finger. Blushing madly now, you forced yourself not to cover your left hand. “Yeah, well,” you cleared your throat. “It broke when I was nineteen.” You stroked your ring finger, over the tattoo you’d gotten years ago. It was a grey band with a blue butterfly at the center.

When the ring fell off of your finger, it hadn’t really been a surprise. It had been cheap material and you’d worn it for years, every day. Still, you had been devastated. It had been a reminder of your home, good times and most of all, Harry. The decision to get a tattoo hadn’t been hard.

“You made our inion more permanent.” Harry said, reached over the table and lifted your hand again to his lips.

The ‘proposal’ had been made when your parents had been waiting for you in the car, giving you a moment to say farewell to your best friend. Neither of you had been happy about you having to move away. Both of you had been crying and clinging to each other. ‘Getting engage’ had been a childish attempt to be connected forever, you guessed.

Harry and you had never been together in a romantically way, but now, all grown up, you felt your heard speed up.

“Fuck,” Eggsy defused the moment, “if that isn’t the most beautiful fairytale, chick-flick shit I’ve ever seen. I want to be best man.”

You all smiled again, and Harry let go of your hand after one last stroke over your tattoo.

“Well, it’s way past bedtimes, my friends. And I think Eggsy here is drunk enough.” Merlin smiled.

“I’m drunk on love, Merlin.”

“Sure you are.”

It didn’t take you long to sort out your things and head out of the bar. Outside, it was time to say goodbye. You lived just beside the bar and the three men wanted to share the taxi already waiting for them.

It was an extraordinary pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” Merlin said, holding on to Eggsy with one hand and the other he held out for you. “I hope we will again.”

“I’m sure we will.” You shook his hand. “It was good to meet you, t- ugh.”

Eggsy interrupted you by hugging you with enough force to make you stumble. Harry and Merlin reached out to steady you as you laughed and hugged him back.

“Of course we’ll meet again. You’re our bruv now.” Eggsy’s words warmed your heart and your squeezed him one more time, before Merlin pried him off you and went with him to wait in the taxi for Harry.

“You have found great friends, Harry.” You looked at him with a smile, unsure of how to say goodbye.

“I did. However, I hope that we could meet up alone next time. Dinner? Tomorrow, perhaps?”

“I’d love to.” You beamed, happy that he wanted to meet you again. You reached out to hug him again. “Good Night.”

“Good Night.”

Harry didn’t step into the taxi until you reached your door, so you gave him one last wave before heading inside, happier than you’ve been in a long time.

#harry hart x reader #imagine kingsman #imagine harry hart #reader insert #merlin #Eggsy

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dnshraider · 7 years ago

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Another one of Anza, my pathfinder character who has been very close to death many a time. My hand is dooooone x.x

#pathfinder #pathfinder art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #Vija art

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allbeendonebefore · 7 years ago

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tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

Tagged by @tarisians

name: Hapo star sign: taurus (I will eat ALL THE THINGS slowly and sensually) average hours of sleep: 6-12 i have no idea lucky number: 57 last thing i googled: above ground art supplies toronto favourite fictional character: don’t... do this to me this is too hard what am i wearing right now?: long blue shirt with grey neoclassical-ish swirls, purple space leggings, bluejays socks, star necklace i made in like grade 6 when did i start this blog?: 2011? do i run any more blogs?: personal blog, art blog, study blog, blog for comics about ancient civ personifications do i get a lot of asks?: not really but when i do they’re about eating hair which is weird- watch me get another one of those in the time it takes me to sit down to dinner why did i choose this url?: I started this blog with the intention of posting historical (hetalia) comics only (lol) and NOBODY KNOWS whether it references Barenaked Ladies “It’s all been done (woo woo woo) It’s all been dooooone befoooore” or Avril Lavigne “chill out whatcha yellin for lay back it’s all been done before”. I don’t even know and i made this blog, but i try to keep up with those philosophies (i.e. both the idea of history repeats itself and also NO PREPZ!!!! -er- that is to be your ‘authentic’ self as much as you can and enjoy the friendships and bonds you make etc etc)

#about hapo #I NEVER TAG ANYONE MUAHAHAHAH

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shadowlink720 · 7 years ago

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FE: Revelation Randomised Chapter 10

(aka ‘there are so many dropped items on this map holy heck’)

aiight, we’re off to Izumo let’s gooooo

also i’ve grinded kaze up a little bit, so it shouldn’t be too much longer before he should be able to promote (i’ll change his class to a monk then grand master then yis)

but I digress

i just had an image in my head of just Izana sitting there and just like ‘Experience tranquility, bitch’

oh yeah he wasn’t randomised because reasons

aaand some vanilla stuff

because he, too, is a Shitty Meme Gremlin just like me and Leo

a special case that Obro really isn’t keen on, by the looks of it-

green boi is suspicious

heeere’s OWAIN

‘trust me, my man, I know a LOT about magic’

‘surprise, bitch’ ‘it’s not a surprise if we knew-’ ‘sHOOSH’

shit man, he sure does because we definitely haven’t seen that happen in both of the other routes already

oh yeah then the entire map is filled with ice walls rrrrrrest in pieces

ah jeez, there’s so little units that you can bring to this map;;

aiight, let’s go

‘no shit, sherlo--’ ‘yOU BE QUIET’

hoo boi are u guys ready for these a m b u s h e s

also i sure as heck remember there being chests in this map

oh wait, i forgot i turned animations off when i was grinding;;

lm a o i keep getting staves and rods but i can’t do anything with them yet because I still don’t have a healer;;;;;;;;;

OH SHIT HE PROCED ASTRA AND IT WAS A CRIT;;;

also i may or may not have looked up a map and there doesn’t seem to be any chests, rather every enemy drops something lmao ... of course i’m going to get them all

hooooooo boi

yeah we’re in for the long run with this chapter, fOLKS

oh man, u d e a d s o n n y

OH BOY THIS ARMOURSLAYER it’s great-

he pROCED ASTRA AGAIN???? wow

oh nice, one of them dropped a heart seal

oh boy, 8% crit;;;

also since Kaze learned Beastbane he’s been really helpful against the cavaliers lmao;;

awwww ye

oh wait, i should charge my ds;;;

oh heck there’s a dark mage with Mjolnir-

nevermind, there isn’t

oh man, get wrecked

......... shit i just realised i missed one

hhHHHnajsfbahgfg good thing there’s no turn count ahahahah;;;;

righty hoo, that’s all of the enemies that drop things barring Zola

sorry, what? yeah that’s what I expected

aaand we can get rid of this one tooooo

...... yeah let’s do it

so you you really can’t see your odds, huh?

aaaaaand he Dead

oh yeah, it’s a seize chapter ........ i’m tempted to go around and get rid of all of the snow but i’ve been doing this chapter long enough, this is the 30th turn-

aaaaand seized!

oh yeah, he’s still alive, isn’t he?

vanillaaaaa

oh yeah, he tries to take Sakura hostage well too bad, it’s Obro now, biatch

idk man, with someone like story xander as the crown prince, i don’t really think he’s be ‘honourable’

aaaand heeeeeeere comes Berukaaaa

hiiiii Berukaaaa

so much so that xander would be willing to turn against his own able soldiers and deliberately prolong the war in conquest just so you could be victorious in the way you wanted it to I’m so salty, I’ll stop, sorry--

lmao she’s just fidgeting there

it ain’t that easy, Corrin-

oddly fitting to have the ‘That’s heartless’ voice line, hahah

aaaand Corrin STILL doesn’t mention the curse uahhdiyufgdfakhgfdgfyaj

honestly tho, you’d think that Xander and Camilla at the very least would be more inclined to believe corrin when they said something is up with Garon, because like they knew what he was like before this whole anankos shenanigans and i’m fairly certain Leo did too but hey, that’d make things too simple, right? leave too much room for a longer period of time actually in Valla? yeah

now’d be a great time to bring up that curse, Corrin

corn i swear to Nayru

gee thanks man

well that is pretty true

gee thanks but did you really have to impale the door with a tree? who am i kidding, of course you did

lmao harsh

theeeere she gooooooooes

hecking, uhhh yikes

time to untie them all i guess

aaaand there’s the REAL Izana

heck yeah he is

haha yeah..... ‘fair’ more like total badass lmao

there’s Nyx! :D

ohh my god i keep forgetting that Nyx basically squeaks sometimes-

ok this time, the face kinda would make sense because it’s like ‘say anything about it and your gonna eat those words’

that’s exactly what she had been telling you not to do, Nyx-

gdi i had to take a moment to realise that takumi in the original dialogue didn’t just refer to himself in the third person and as a separate entity ahdugasdykgad

yes, pls talk some sense into your sister, Obro

should’a mentioned the curse

nyx pls

enter izana againn

sooo.... well, I guess since he knows about the seal of flames he’d know at least something about valla too?? idk

oh wait, yeah gods and such

idk man izana seems like he’d be the kind of person to get prophecies just dumped on him lmao

tbf that is pretty understandable

lmao nyx just trust Izana trusting corn

pretty darn vanilla cutscene gooooo

shit boi, they sure did

it’s anankos, boi

oh yeah, the seal of flames

oh nooo

crYPTIC BULLSHIT- revelation is no where near as morally grey as it could have been-

oh wait, the other prophecy was what... right ok now i remember properly lol

yeah they’re probably eldritch abominations who look like they came straight outta soulsborne hahah

i can’t believe izana is mcfreaking Dead

drAYGUNS

otherwise you’d have wasted your life for nothing lol

yep, he’s dead

yeah it’d be great if you didn’t spit on his dying wish just like xander did to elise’s in birthright hAHAHAHAH

hah she’s so small

even when he’s dying, he’s a Shitty Meme Gremlin

that goes for you, too, Nyx hahah

yaaaaas thank you for not being as much of a hecking moron as story xander is;;

sILAS WHAT-

KEATON IS OBORO, WOW--

.... wait if Keaton is Oboro, that’d make Silas Hinata holy sh i t what are the odds of that eve n since Hinata was Silas in the birthright run uagdyugsdafsdytgfasdft

he’s so chipper it’sgreat

uhh hmm what a face to make lmao well at least he’s gonna cooperate;;

awwwww yeah that’s chapter 10 dooooone

let’s have a look at the new uniiiiits! :D

we’d already seen that Nyx was a Troubadour, so we fINALLY HAVE AT LEAST ONE HEALER;;;;; she has Fierce Counter, so she gets +2 damage dealt when attacked by a male enemy, niiice and since there’s a lot of male enemies in fates then that’s great (Growth rates: HP - 40, Str - 50, Mag - 40, Skill - 20, Spd - 0, Lck - 60, Def - 35, Res - 40) (Heart Seal: Sky Knight and Wyvern Rider) (..... you know exactly what I’m gonna do lmao)

now for Keaton!

ohmyfarore, he’s another Monk;; well I guess two healers are better than none?? lol idk he has Playthings as a personal, so adjacent enemies lose 5 hp at the start of the player phase, niiice he also has Seal Defence and Better Odds, nICE better odds restoring up to 40% of his hp on odd-numbered tuuuuurns (Growth rates: HP - 45, Str - 30, Mag - 40, Skill - 30 Spd - 40, Lck - 35, Def - 40, Res - 20) (Heart Seal: Cavalier and Oni Savage)

aaaand now for Silas!

he-- he’s another monk, ok;;; well i mean i wasn’t gonna keep Nyx as a troubadour anyway, sooo i guess that’s fine hahah;; oooh, he has Shuriken Mastery as a personal, so if he’s hit by one the attacker also takes the status effects and half the damage, niiiice he also has Air Superiority which is.... ok, I guess?? it’s like an even more narrowed breaker skill lol it’s not even +50% hit/avoid, just 30% hahah;; (Growth rates: HP - 15, Str - 0, Mag - 50, Skill - 20, Spd - 45, Lck - 35, Def - 15, Res - 55) (Heart Seal: Fighter and Archer)

... ok so like yeah I know exactly what I’m gonna do right here

we gon’ have ourselves another Fujin Yumi wielding Kinshi Knight, everyone >:3cccc

let’s hecking do it

geddiiiiit boiiii ... wait i should have probably waited until she had at least gotten Resistance +2 .......... OH WELL, she’ll just do without it-

aaaand I am also gonna use that arms scroll I got in that chapter to Nyx as weeeeell

aiight well i’m just gonna do a heck ton of grinding now, so next time we’re gonna be doing chapter 11! which i do not remember in the least! lmao;;

#shadow plays randomised fates #fe fates #fe: fates #fire emblem fates #fe 14 #fe revelation #fe randomised

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duhragonball · 7 years ago

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (59/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[4 August, 238 Before Age. Planet Wist.]

He had stumbled, and the results had been disastrous, but very soon he would have another chance. He would make things right, and everything would be as it should have been.

Since the destruction of Goldwall Fortress, the Shockmaster had established a new command center in an abandoned castle a thousand miles away. Wistian technology had transformed the old stone manor into a gleaming administration building, and it was quickly staffed by the highest ranking survivors of the Wistian military. These personnel reported to his new chief of staff, Tigon, formerly a lieutenant colonel in charge of public works projects.

"Rewistification has come to a standstill in the southwestern districts," she said as he stood on the roof and contemplated the view of the valley below. "The devices we used to irrigate the farmland were destroyed in the battle, and so were the supply houses where the backups were stored."

"WE’LL REPLACE THEM," he said, his voice seemingly booming from everywhere at once. "ONCE THE CAMPAIGN IS COMPLETE. WE’LL REPLACE EVERYTHING."

"My Partner," Tigon began, for that was how he wished to be addressed, "That timetable simply won’t work. It’ll take weeks to finish assembling the fleet, and weeks to deploy them to Extraliga, to say nothing of the return trip. The farmers need irrigation now, during the growing season. By the time we return, winter will have set in."

"THE CAMPAIGN IS ALL THAT MATTERS," the Shockmaster said. "EVERYTHING DEPENDS UPON IT. ALL RESOURCES MUST BE PUT TOWARDS THAT GOAL, UNTIL EXTRALIGA IS WON."

"Is this how you make our planet great?" Tigon asked. "By starving its people? By selling them into slavery to pay mercenaries to fight in your war?"

The Shockmaster crossed his arms over his massive chest. "YES," he said.

Tigon was stunned by his bluntness. She opened her mouth to speak, but then he twitched his fingers, and she was suddenly engulfed in bolts of violet lightning.

"DON’T CONFUSE ME WITH THE DEGENERATES WHO ONCE RULED THIS WORLD, TIGON," he said as she convulsed violently. She dropped to her knees and only then did he cease his attack.

"MY AUTHORITY IS ABSOLUTE. I WON’T CHANGE MY PLANS SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY ARE UNPOPULAR. I SEEK TO TRANSFORM THIS PLANET INTO A PARADISE, AND NOTHING LESS. IF THE PEOPLE MUST SUFFER HARDSHIP FOR THE GREATER GOOD, THEN SO BE IT. NOTHING WILL DISTRACT ME FROM MY OBJECTIVE. NOT LUFFA, NOT THE REBELS, NOT THE PEOPLE, AND CERTAINLY NOT YOU."

She recovered from the assault and nodded as she caught her breath. "Yes, sir," she said. Under the circumstances there was really nothing else she could say. She finished her report and left him to stare at the valley.

He didn’t expect them to understand. He had renamed the planet and its people, but none of them were true citizens of Wist. Wist was an ancient civilization to them, barely a footnote in their history. Despite all of its grand and glorious achievements, Wist had fallen, and the planet eventually gave rise to a new civilization: Goldwall. The Goldwallish were fools, possessing reasonably modern technology but preferring to live like a medieval people. They lived in stone castles and wooden houses, and they fought pointless battles over which noble family would rule which parcel of land. Their leaders had all been cruel, treacherous and venal, and they had ruled by fear and intrigue rather than any real power.

It embarrassed the Shockmaster that he had unwittingly played such a pivotal role in Goldwall’s history. For centuries, its rulers had used his legend as a sort of boogeyman to frighten their subjects into obedience. He could understand the value of intimidation, but they had no vision beyond their own appetites. Then the day finally came when he was summoned in earnest. The boogeyman proved to be real after all, and unlike the pitiful regimes who had used him as a crutch, he had a worthy vision for the future, and the strength to realize it.

At first, the people welcomed him, for he brought peace and stability simply by his very existence. None could defy the power of the Shockmaster, so the old disputes and conflicts swiftly became irrelevant. His deputies would jockey for position in the new order, but they knew better than to defy him personally. Alien interlopers had sought to oppose his rule, but they could only chip away at the edges, and he saw them as no serious threat. The Goldwallish were eager to accept anything he told them to do, but only because they believed he would deliver easy, guaranteed victories.

No one had questioned the invasion of Extraliga until it began to unravel. He had gambled much, and paid in manpower and materiel, but he had waited millennia for the chance to take that world. To him, the wormhole’s capture and Luffa’s counterattack were minor setbacks. The resentment of his subjects was little more than a minor annoyance. He had stumbled, but he had stumbled before, and as always, he would rise again and seize the final victory.

Tigon and her kind quibbled over useless details. The wormhole had been a convenience and nothing more. If he had to send a fleet across the galaxy to conquer Extraliga, he would do so. If the fleet needed six weeks to make the journey, so be it. If he had to make his subjects suffer to rebuild his military, then they would suffer. If he had to supplement that fleet with mercenaries, he would. If those mercenaries demanded Wistian slaves in lieu of payment, then it would be done. All that mattered was his goal, and he had already sacrificed far more important things in its pursuit...

*******

A thousand miles to the east of the Shockmaster, night had fallen over the ruins of Fortress Goldwall. Once, the fort would have been a bustling center of activity, lit by hundreds of lamps as officials and merchants went about their business. After the Super Saiyan's rampage, the only signs of life in this place were scavengers hoping to find something useful or valuable in the rubble, and they only came around during the day. Now, the only light was the meager starlight of the moonless sky, and a single flashlight.

The young woman who carried the flashlight moved purposely across the broken fortress. Unlike the usual scavengers, she didn't pause to search the area randomly. Instead, she went to a specific spot and began digging.

An hour passed. Then two. When a Wistian patrol vehicle flew over her position, she shut off her lamp and ducked under a leather cloak to hide, but this was the only real opposition she encountered. Finally, when she had found what she was looking for, she emerged from the hole she had dug, and leaped away from the ruins. She landed hundreds yards away, and broke into a run as soon as her boots touched the ground. Picking up speed, she continued along a road, altering her course and speed only to avoid Wistian convoys and checkpoints. Finally, she vaulted over a fence at the edge of a village and entered a bog on the other side. Wading up to her knees, she spoke a single word in a long-dead language, and vanished.

She reappeared in a room lined with peat and vegetation. There were candles, but most of the illumination was provided by what looked like bubbles that hung in the air and gave off a pale yellow glow. There, in the center, a creature sat upon a moss-covered cushion, engrossed in deep meditation. His muscular body was mostly humanoid, but his bulging yellow eyes and scaly green skin gave him a fish-like appearance. His only clothing was a vest covered in coral, and breeches made of seaweed. He glanced in her direction almost a soon as she arrived, and nodded courteously.

"Trrouuuble?" he asked in a slurred, gargling voice.

"No, I just found it a lot sooner than we expected," she said, removing her cloak to reveal her costume. In spite of the hours spent digging through debris, her blue gloves and boots were spotless, as well as the tricolor leotard she always wore, and the tricorne hat on her head. Her face and legs, however, were covered in dust and grime, a silent testament to her long night's work. "The locator spell you used managed to pinpoint it almost perfectly."

"Wellll dooooone," he said.

"I don't like all this sneaking around, Tobiko. I came to Planet Wist to fight for its freedom, not to dig up old relics from ruined fortresses."

He began to respond, then paused and made a series of esoteric gestures toward his throat. When he completed this spell, he began to speak normally, in a voice she found quite charming.

"Forgive me, Ensign Liberty. I would have searched the ruins myself, but my unsightly form would have been too conspicuous. And though it may not be to your liking, you have a talent for slipping into places unnoticed."

"I'm a revolutionary, mister," she said. "I know the importance of stealth, but I prefer to use it to make strategic gains. Intelligence gathering, sabotage, assassination, that sort of thing." She reached into a satchel hanging from her arm and withdrew a oblong, iridescent gemstone. "But this bauble you sent me to retrieve hardly seems worth the trouble."

He reached out his webbed hand to take the gem from her and examined it carefully with his bulbous eyes. "We shall soon see, M'ranga," he said. "The Crystal Chronicle contains historical records from as far back as the Golden Age of this world. Over the millennia, the knowledge of how to access those records was lost, until the Lords of Goldwall saw it as nothing more than an opulent treasure. But if I can decode its data-lattice with a Spell of Decryption, we may discover a number of gains, strategic or otherwise."

"That's all it is? A history book?" Ensign Liberty asked. When Tobiko nodded, she shook her head and threw out her hands. "What good can that possibly do us? We need to be worried about this planet's future, not its past. The Lords of Goldwall have been oppressing the people here for thousands of years, and for all the Shockmaster's promises, he's on track to finish grinding this world into dust. All he cares about is conquering a planet on the other side of the galaxy, and he's willing to use every resource on this planet to raise his army. We need to be fighting, resisting, not poring over musty old tomes."

"Be mindful, M'ranga. For all your righteous passion, I fear you are making the same mistake the Shockmaster has made."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Our enemy was sealed away thousands of years ago, and now he has awoken in a world he no longer recognizes. He seeks to restore it to the way it once was, or rather the way he wishes it had been."

"He wishes ancient Wist had never fallen," she said. "You already told me all about that. Wist was a paradise once, and he claims he can bring it all back, if only his subjects obey his every command."

"But Ancient Wist never fell," Tobiko replied. "Over the centuries, it changed and evolved into something completely different, but there was no fall, my good Ensign. That would require some singular, catastrophic event to mark the end of one era, and the beginning of the next. History is rarely so convenient, as any historian will attest."

She considered this for a moment. "You're saying the Shockmaster's strategy is flawed because it's built on a false premise. He's pinning all his hopes on this one great battle he's planning, because he thinks that's how the universe works."

"Months ago, you tried to shoot the Shockmaster in his own fortress," Tobiko said. "Your attempt failed, but even if it hadn't, did you truly believe you could liberate Planet Wist in a single stroke?"

"Of course not," she said. "Killing him would have been a big step forward, but only a step. It would have left a power vacuum, and there would have been usurpers, but each of them would be far weaker than the previous regime. The revolution would have an easier path to victory, but not a guaranteed one."

"Then you understand. The Shockmaster, I suspect, does not. If we study the past that he has overlooked, we may find the way to exploit this weakness."

She rubbed the tip of her chin, then took a seat on one of the mossy cushions in Tobiko's sanctum. "Where do we begin?" she asked earnestly.

*******

[6 April, 7491 Before Age. Wist.]

"Remarkable texture, wouldn’t you agree, Lord Beerus?"

"Mmm? Oh, yes. And the flavor is simply amazing. I think a second helping is in order."

"You’ve already had a second helping, my lord. And a third for that matter."

"No one asked you to keep count, Whis! For your information, I’m trying to make as fair an evaluation of this meal as possible."

"Oh, I see."

"It’s one thing to prepare a good meal, but a truly great chef must be able to produce consistent quality. If the second helping is as good as the third, then it demonstrates unparalleled skill."

In the great hall of the Mystic Council, the little boy watched from the doorway while his father served the meal. He was proud of his father. The Wist Hegemony was the greatest power in the universe, and the Mystic Council was wise beyond wisdom itself. That they had selected his father to run their kitchen was a tremendous honor. On days like these, his father had brought him along to watch him work, and the boy had been proud to see the Mystics lavish praise upon the food he prepared.

But this time was different. Tonight, it was not the Council he served, but a pair of visitors. He didn't know who they were or why they had come, or why the Mystics had not used their invincible magic to make them leave. Surely the power of the Ur-Ember was enough to destroy them! Instead, the Mystics spoke in hushed whispers, and they had approached his father and pleaded for him to save them all. They were afraid. Until now, the little boy did not think such a thing was possible. He didn't understand everything that was happening, but he had gathered that something very terrible would happen unless his father could please the two visitors with his cooking.

"Then have you made your determination, Lord Beerus? Or will you need another slice?"

"Don’t rush me. I’ll have to think about this... Hmm, maybe after a nap."

"It wouldn’t be fair to keep them in suspense, now would it? You did say you would spare this world if the meal appeased your anger."

"Yes, well, if they don’t like the suspense, then this planet’s rulers should have been more polite when I arrived. Why, just thinking about it makes me positively..."

He paused to make a long, loud yawn, and then he rubbed his large eyes with his paw-like hands. Then he smacked his lips and continued speaking.

"...errr, positively furious."

"So furious that you want to take a nap, Lord Beerus?" Whis asked with a wry smile.

As they bickered, the little boy watched his father, who stood nearby with a bottle of wine. His father was a consummate professional. As terrified as the Mystics had been, he had accepted his role in the crisis with dignified grace. The boy thought he could make out a bead of sweat rolling down his father's face, but there was no other outward sign of anxiety. He would discharge his duty to the very end.

"Oh, fine, I suppose it was a good enough meal, after all. Hey, you over there."

It took the boy a moment to realize that the visitors had noticed him watching from the doorway.

"Yes, you, little boy. Go and tell those 'mystics' or whatever you call them to get back in here. I’ve made up my mind."

The boy looked to his father, and when he nodded, the boy ran to the great foyer, where the Elders of the Mystic Council waited anxiously. Minutes later, they convened before Beerus, like accused prisoners in their own Great Hall of Judgement.

"You should thank your chef," Beerus said idly. "In spite of your rudeness earlier, his exquisite cooking has convinced me to spare your planet."

The Mystics looked at each other and murmured with excited relief. One of them cleared his throat to speak. "Lord Beerus," he said, "On behalf of the Wist Hegemony, I wish to thank you for your merciful--"

"Oh, enough of that," Beerus said with a wave of his hand. "I’ve had enough of your speeches for one day. Just remember that your little 'hegemony' may have a great deal of power by mortal standards, but it’s no excuse for arrogance. Whis! We’re leaving."

"Right away, my lord."

They rose from their seats, and the one called Whis held out his hand. A long staff appeared from nowhere, and he took it in his hand. Beerus placed one hand on Whis’ shoulder.

"Oh, one last thing," Beerus said before they departed. He began to pick his teeth with one of his clawed fingers. "Although I’ve decided to spare your planet from destruction, I’m afraid my generosity will not be extended to your moon. Well, so long."

Before any of them could register what he had just said, Whis tapped his staff on the floor and the pair of them were engulfed in a column of light. When it faded, there was no trace of either of them. Dumbfounded, they looked out the large window on the south wall, which offered a picturesque view of the city. The full moon, hung in the sky as it always had. The Wistians called it Nostal, and its surface features resembled the face of a smiling woman.

A few seconds later, Nostal's cheery face turned an ashen grey color, and then it exploded in a burst of purple light.

*******

[4 August, 238 Before Age. Planet Wist.]

"The Ur-Ember was the source of power that sustained Wist as a galactic power during its Golden Age. It radiated mystical energy like a star, but it was small enough that you could hold it in your hand. Of course, that would be impossible. Most beings would be utterly destroyed before they could even approach it, much less touch it. That was why it was kept on Wist’s uninhabited moon."

"But Wist has no moon, Tobiko," Ensign Liberty said.

"Indeed. According to legend, the Ancients grew too arrogant, too satisfied with their own supremacy. One day, the gods took notice of them, and paid a visit. They became offended, and destroyed the moon to teach them humility."

"But you said there was no single catastrophe that caused Wist to fall," she said. "Losing the Ur-Ember would have been bad enough, but the moon’s destruction must have wreaked havoc on this planet’s environment."

"It wasn’t as bad as you might expect," Tobiko said. "During the Golden Age, Wist had many advanced technologies and magical devices. The loss of the Ur-Ember was tragic, but not a disaster. Working together, the Ancients eventually stabilized the planet’s orbit and shielded it from whatever debris might have remained from the moon’s destruction. It was a watershed moment, to be sure, but Ancient Wist continued on for many more thousands of years. There was no single event that marked the END of Wist and the BEGINNING of Goldwall. It was a gradual transformation.

"As I was taught, Wist was dealt a serious blow by the gods, but we were determined to recover and learn from the experience. As I said, there were other resources besides the Ur-Ember, and so the Council set to work reallocating those resources to compensate. In the Golden Age there were weather control systems that kept the entire planet in an eternal summer. There were machines that ran on magic to produce food from thin air. Buildings could be transformed completely. With the Ur-Ember, all of these things and more could be used simultaneously. Without it, some of them had to be shut down. The weather system was one of the first to be deactivated. Traditional farming techniques slowly resurfaced. Much of the magic power on Wist was committed to military defense and law enforcement. Too much, I always believed..."

*******

[29 September, 7480 Before Age. Wist.]

"Your father saved us, and it seems only fitting that his son should carry on that tradition."

The ancient sorceress looked as young as himself, and when he considered this, he could only marvel at the glories of Wist. His father had been granted the honor of serving their meals, and now they were prepared to bestow an even greater honor upon him.

"Please, my lady," the young man said as he genuflected before her. "My father only did what he could. I am unworthy of this boon."

"Such humility is the provenance of your worthiness, my young champion," she said. Her voice was as gentle as it was powerful. When her slender hand touched his face, it felt softer and smoother than anything he could imagine, and yet he could somehow sense the mighty energies that surged beneath her radiant skin. It saddened him that such a wonderful person had been reduced to seeking his lowly aid.

"Wist is secure, but with the loss of our moon, we shall surely face an age of turmoil," the sorceress said. "It will take time for our weaknesses to show, and time again for our enemies to exploit these flaws, but these events shall come to pass, as surely as autumn follows summer."

"My lady, Wist has no autumn," he said. "Our climate is regulated by the Temperator, is it not?"

She made a small, sad laugh and gently tilted his head until he was looking up at her. "You are correct, my champion-to-be, but only for now. Wist has indeed known continual summer for many centuries, but the end shall come. The Temperator will go on as it has for some time, but without the Ur-Ember to sustain it, it shall eventually run down until it fails."

"But your powers, my lady!" he said anxiously. "Surely you and the other Mystics possess the means to... to..." He didn’t even know how to finish the thought. It was unthinkable that she and her peers lacked the power to solve any problem, and yet it was unpardonable folly for him to suggest that she had overlooked a possible solution.

"Powers we have," she said. "But many of the wonders that have sustained our Hegemony depended upon the augmented power of the Ur-Ember, which was destroyed with our moon. With its raw power augmenting our abilities, we could sustain a great many things. Now, we Ancients must shepherd our remaining power carefully, and use it only where it is most vital. Do you understand?"

"I... suppose," he said. "It’s difficult to imagine you having any limitations, my lady."

"You will understand better in time," she said. With a wave of her hand, a tiny spark of light floated into the atrium of the Great Hall. It moved directly above her waiting hands and then exploded with a burst of light. He shielded his eyes, and when he dared to look again, he saw her holding a massive silver helmet.

"Behold," she said. "This Helm of Power contains a portion of mystical energies from every member of the Mystic Council. Whosoever wears it shall be given strength and wisdom fitting a true champion of Wist. Indeed, the wearer shall become the living embodiment of all that is ever just and good in our culture. And we have chosen you to become that embodiment of Wist."

"Me? But... surely there are better..."

"We have searched and found none more worthy," she said. "The Council has ruled. This power, this burden, shall be yours alone."

"Burden, my lady?"

"The autumn of Wist is inevitable, my champion. And beyond that, a long winter. Without the Ur-Ember, our enemies shall gather and multiply in the shadows. It will be your task to defend Wist during that long winter, and to uphold what our society stands for. The task will be difficult, sometimes thankless, but always vital. Will you accept the power?"

He was confused. "You said the Council has already decided, my lady. What choice is there? If Wist needs my help, then I must answer the call."

She smiled proudly. "Then take your helm, champion. Become the first of a new age of heroes."

He reached out and took the helmet from her and placed it upon his head. It was completely dark inside, for even the lenses on the helmet were made of opaque silver-colored material. And yet, once the helmet was in place, he found he could see perfectly, as if there was nothing on his head at all.

Then he felt the power, like a bolt of lightning surging from his skull down to the tips of his toes. He stood up, and felt his muscles swelling, his body expanding. Electricity swirled around him, and he made an astonished cry.

The storm inside him did not subside, and he realized that it never truly would, but soon he found that his mind and body had adjusted to the power within him, and he looked down to find the ancient sorceress looking up at him with satisfaction.

"THE ENTIRE ROOM..." he said. He no longer recognized his own voice. It rumbled like distant thunder, and seemed to come from everywhere at once. "EVERYTHING IS SMALLER... NO... I’VE JUST GOTTEN BIGGER, HAVEN’T I?"

"Correct," she said. "You have been transformed into a being of power incarnate. As the Temperator allowed us to be masters of the weather, so you have become a master of the mystic energies bestowed upon the helm."

"HAVE I BECOME AN ANCIENT LIKE YOU?"

"In a sense," she admitted. "Your lifespan will be many times more than that of a normal man, and you now possess the same innate powers as I, but instead of mystic insight, your power is confined to physical might."

"YES. I CAN FEEL IT."

"Our Hegemony has suffered a tremendous blow, and there will be other shocks to our society to come. You will protect us from those disturbances, absorbing their impact and allowing our culture the chance to adapt to the coming changes. Henceforth, you will be known as the Shockmaster."

There was more for him to understand, of course, and she promised to explain it to him over the next several days. For now, he could only be amazed as he slowly realized what he had become, and the possibilities that now lay before him. As the sorceress spoke, he made many personal resolutions to himself.

The first was that he would defend Wist with all his heart and soul. The second was that he would never forget the supreme confidence she had in him, and do everything in his power to never let her down.

The third was that he would find some way to bring back Wist’s endless summer, and banish the hated autumn to the dustbin of history.

NEXT: The Tarnished Age

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