#I will fight and scream and shout and carry on until this changes

[dcxdpdabbles]

The Undead Florist

Anon said: Basically, I just wanted Danny to deliver flowers to the Justice League heroes from his fans. If you can include Everlasting Trio. U can add whatever crack you think would be best! Thank you!

Clark is in the middle of blocking a heat ray attack from a robot that copies the powers of any Justice League member when the unexpected happens. A kid, no older than fourteen, boldly walks into the battlefield carrying a lavish bouquet of red roses and trigger lilies.

He's dressed in a worker uniform: light brown khakis, a black shirt with a light-born vest, and a black baseball hat resting neatly on his head. There is a company logo on the upper right of his vest but Clark does not recognize the stylized D.

There was a still moment when Clark's super speed could see the exact second Amazo spotted the child. The boy wasn't paying attention, staring at his phone screen, which had the faint details of a map, and had two headphones in his ear.

Clark's eyes widen in horror, and he opens his mouth to try to shout a warning—though he doubts the kid could hear him over the loud music playing in his ear—but before he can, Amazo flung out an arm straight at the kid's head, still pinning Clark down with a cheap version of his own laser ray eyes.

No! No, please, he's so young! He pleads mentally, frozen in horror as the robot's hand goes right through the kid's head. It took a solid minute for Clark to realize that Amazo's hand hadn't ripped through the skull of the child but rather had passed through him as if the boy was not physically there.

From underneath a black baseball cap, brim, electric blue eyes stare at Amazo. Gesturing vaguely to the arm going through his head, the boy frowns. "Rude much?"

"Access: Black Canary," Amazo says in response, his jaw opening wider as a super-powered scream is released, pointing black at the kid's face.

The frown on the worker deepens as the boy reaches up and- slaps the android in the face? "Dude, I'm trying to work. I have like eight flower deliveries today. Also, that was a weak imitation. This is a real Ghostly Wail."

He opens his jaw, letting out a sound that wasn't as loud as Black Canary or Amazo but somehow worse.

And the sound—the unholy screech that releases from the child sends Clark to his knees, quivering in his boots as Amazo disintegrates right before his eyes. The only thing left of the android is a smothering pair of robotic legs that fall over with a loud thump.

The boy huffs, paying no mind to the fact that he took out the enemy the league had spent the last six hours fighting before Clark tried to lure it away from the city. He merely glances back at his phone, following the little moving icon on the map until he stands before the fallen hero.

"Hi! Are you Superman?" The kid asks in a polite, chipper tone. It's such a whiplash change between his normal voice and his customer service voice that it sets in. This is really just a Tuesday for him.

Clark opens and closes his mouth with a weak "Yes" and is pushed out.

The kid's smile grows as he pushes the flowers into his arms. Clark nearly drops the vase, scrambling to get a good hold of them as the kid pulls out a harmonica and plays a little jingle. It sounds like a mix between Happy Birthday and Ring Around the Roses.

Once he is done, the boy holds out his arms wide open and loudly proclaims, in a very obvious Transatlantic accent, which makes him sound... rather otherwordly: "These flowers are sent by your fan Kattie Longsmith in Metropolis, wishing to thank you for rescuing her mother and brother from a fire. She wants to remind you that she is your biggest fan and hopes you have a lovely day. Thank you for selecting the Undead Florist as your means of flora travel!"

With a theatric bow, the boy blinks out of existence.

Clark is left kneeling alone in a destroyed cornfield, beating black and blue, while holding a vase of lavished roses and lilies. He is unsure how long he will stay there, trying to process what he just saw as the Batplane flies onto the scene, Bruce jumping out of it with a cry of his name.

Batman growls upon taking in the scene before his friend rushes to his side. "What happened?"

"I ugh...I got a flower delivery." He manages to utter, eyes still trained on the spot of the strange kid.

"What?"

"Trust me, I'm as confused."

It turns out that Clark's delivery is not an isolated incident. Over the past three months, various Justice League members have reported similar interactions with the Undead Florist.

Flash got a bouquet while trying to stop Captain Cold. The kid had wandered in the middle of a fight, unfreezing the speedster to hand over yellow lilies and sunflowers from a little boy named Teddy Smith in Central City. He had melted the freeze ray that was shot at him while Barry was in the middle of a panic, thinking he would watch a child die.

One little jingle and message was delivered in a Transatlantic accent later, and the boy was gone without a trace again. Bruce had gone to the scene, trying to find anything that could give him some clue, but he disputed the clear picture of his face and the recording of his voice. Nothing about the boy came up in their systems.

Wonder Woman was next, receiving two large bouquets of roses from a fellow woman she had rescued named Trix Cooperman. Her jingle was slightly smoother jazz , and the message leaned towards romantic than gratitude from a fan, but the boy had delivered it nonetheless.

He also took out Cheetah with a well-placed punch, highly impressing Diana. He had the makings of a warrior.

Then Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Martian Man Hunter, Batman, Martian Man Hunter, Hawkgirl, Aquaman, Zatanna, and surprisingly Vigilante each got their own flower grams.

None of them were able to get any information about the child, seeing as he only appeared when the members were in the middle of a fight, which was driving Bruce mad.

Of course, they had tracked down all the clients but met a dead end when each claimed they had never placed an order with Undead Florist. Even when Diana was holding her rope, the people gave the same answer.

They had no idea why Undead Florist was delivering flowers in their name or where the message that came along with the flowers appeared from. The chilling part was that the messages did actively represent their emotions and feelings towards the heroes, but how the overpowered child knew that was left unanswered.

The other thing that bothered Bruce was that the Undead Florist only appeared when they were in battle.

"Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to find you otherwise," Nightwing suggested at the Justice League-wide meeting.

"He uses a GPS that is locked into the heroes." Batman grunts, not dismissing the suggestion but challenging it, which causes his eldest son to shrug.

"Undead could be following online tips or something. It's not like the Leauge is seen just strolling around the cities, but people tweak when they do happen to see us."

"We could test that. Have a group of heroes just relaxing at a cafe or something. See where he appears and if there is a pattern after monitoring social media." Red Robin suggests, rubbing his chin.

Batman considers it before nodding. "I shall divide the teams."

The Justice League goes out, doing as instructed, and sure enough, they find the Undead Florist appearing more and more. Red Robing happily puts together the pattern, pointing to social media generated by the younger generation's demographics.

Undead Florist is an actual teenager using DCtweets to find heroes to bring flowers to. They have enough proof of that to show he's harmless if one ignores his more than impressive battle skills.

"Now all we need to do is catch him," Clark announces. "We don't want to scare him, but the Justice League really needs to know how he's doing all of this. It could be a security risk."

Meanwhile, Danny chills in his haunt, watching Sam tend to the flowers in a large greenhouse he placed for her. Tucker is typing away on a ghost zone-powered supercomputer, looking at all the Soul orders their business is getting.

The Ghost Zone didn't have a formal currency; they had Deals instead. Even small unconscious deals—like wishing on a shooting star, throwing a coin in a fountain, or sending a prayer or two—could be turned into deals if a higher being encountered them.

Luckily for those people, Danny and his lovers are very kind higher beings and choose to complete their requests in a way that satisfies all of their obsessions without stealing souls.

Sam got to spread her greenery across worlds, Tucker got to spend time with tech from different universes and Danny was able to explore and protect the souls of humans.

That Danny could exchange these Soul orders for gold was no one business but their own.

"Ohhh, another order, Red Robin, from Universe Nine!" Tucker crows. "It's roses in the shape of a heart from Kon-el. Aw, he's in love with his best friend!"

"That's sweet." Danny smiles, leaning over his boyfriend's shoulder to read the message he must memorize when he struts into Gotham. "I know how much fun dating best friends is."

"Let's help those losers confess then!" Sam calls, raising her hands as roses of various colors burst to life around her.

[space-invading-pigeon]

Roommates au but better ✨✨✨

Steve and Eddie have a nice routine. They go to their separate rooms, Eddie to work on his latest game (Vecna's Curse; he doesn't know why Steve freaked out the first time he heard about it) and Steve to try to sleep. On a good night, that's it; on a bad night, Steve will wake up screaming and it can take anywhere from a few minutes to an hour for Eddie to calm him down.

They'll wake up sometime later, Steve will prepare for work, and Eddie to get some coffee before he starts working on his game again. Steve leaves, Eddie works and then babysits their neighbor's daughter until Steve gets home. Then, they'll play with her for a few hours, and once her dad picks her up, they'll eat dinner together. Sometimes they watch a movie, sometimes they play a game, and sometimes (if it's been stressful for either of them), they'll lay on the couch cuddling.

***

Their routine is disrupted one night by a pounding at their door. It had been a good night, one where Steve had been so relaxed that he had fallen asleep on the couch and had to be carried to bed. Eddie was angry at first: the last time they had a late night visitor, it was Mrs. Ryans trying to "catch him in the act" of vampirism.

So Eddie goes to the front door, holding Steve's favorite carving knife, and swings it open, fully prepared to tell an old lady where to shove it, but instead comes face-to-face with a teenage girl. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun, out of her face, which is set in an unimpressed glare. "Get out of my way," she snarls, shoving her way inside. Eddie is so surprised by this turn of events, he doesn't quite react until she's already storming through the apartment.

"Steve!" She shouts, and that really spurs Eddie to act.

"Shhh! He's sleeping right now, little girl, don't wake him up!" But the teen whirls on him, pointing one perfectly manicured finger at him.

"I'm not here for you, I'm here for your boyfriend. You're just a supporting character, and I will see him. Now." She says, her voice harder than before and trembling slightly.

"Erica?" Steve's voice called from the hall. "What are you doing here?"

At the sight of Steve, the teen- Erica, presumably- loses some of the tension in her posture and breezes across their living room to throw herself into a hug. Eddie feels like his face is just one big question mark.

"They said I can't go back," she huffs from where her face is buried in his shoulder. Steve seems to soften at that, and wraps her up in a hug.

"What happened, little rogue?" Eddie hears Steve ask, and with that, Erica melts, tearfully recounting the fight she'd gotten into with her parents and visiting grandparents, how she'd been all alone because it was during the semester and Lucas was in the city, and how she couldn't go to Lucas because she didn't want him in the middle of it.

After a long crying session, Steve and Erica settle on the couch while Eddie makes them hot cocoa. Steve manages to cheer her up considerably by reminding her about something that happened in their past (he says something about Starcourt, how nothing could be worse than that), and when Erica excuses herself to use the bathroom, Steve explains the situation to Eddie.

"She's one of mine," he says. "Some... Really bad stuff happened in my hometown, and her brother was a part of it. She ended up being dragged into it when she was eleven. I- I have to take care of them, they're my kids. I promise she won't be any trouble, she can take my room and I'll sleep on the couch-"

"Sweetheart, please. She can sleep in my room, I'll just share with you," Eddie decided promptly. "I like your bed better, anyway. If she's yours, she's welcome here."

Somehow, Eddie wakes up in Steve's bed with Erica cuddled up between him and Steve; she's changed out of her own clothes and into his pajama pants and one of Steve's high school shirts. He's convinced he should be annoyed, but the girl looks almost innocent when she's asleep and clinging to Steve like he's a teddy bear.

[hairmetal666]

Steddie paranormal investigator modern day au

I watched Buzzfeed Unsolved and this happened. Sorry?

Eddie's got his phone up, focused on Steve as he drives. "We should hunt ghosts, Stevie."

"What?" Steve says. He's being safe and concentrating on the traffic in front of him, not on Eddie's latest TikTok antics.

"Paranormal Investigation! It would be fun."

"Absolutely not."

"We're doing it."

"Eddie. No."

"Steeeeeeve, c'mon! It's like you've trained your whole life for this."

Steve looks at the camera then, hazel eyes serious. "Yes, and I've retired from active duty."

Eddie pouts until Steve rolls his eyes.

👻 Investigation 1 👻

Steve has one hand in his jacket pocket, the other holding his phone at it records his surroundings. "Hey, ghosts. Feel like talking?"

"Really? That's all, Harrington? You promised you'd act like you care."

"This is me caring! What else do you want, Munson?"

"Care with enthusiasm."

"Please enlighten me on how to do that." Steve keeps his voice even and deadpan, giving his head a pigeon-like tilt.

Eddie bounds forward, a bright and real smile lighting his face. "Hey, ghosts!! I'm Eddie. This is my best friend, Steve. We're here because we wanted to talk to you. Maybe you can start by introducing yourselves?"

Steve glares. "How is that different from what I did."

"How--Steve you--oh my god. You didn't even introduce yourself!"

"To the ghosts?"

"I thought you were raised to be polite."

"Yeah, to people, dude."

"Ghosts are people!"

Steve snickers, eyes glistening, and Eddie slaps at his bicep.

"Don't hit me," Steve says. He knocks Eddie away with his hip.

"Well, don't nudge me." He elbows Steve in the ribs.

There's just a flash of blinding smile from Steve before he launches himself at Eddie, full blown slap fight erupting between them. They giggle and shriek, and then Steve pins Eddie's hands together. They're breathless, panting and flushed, hair mussed.

"Is this respectful to the ghosts, Munson?"

"You started it," Eddie sicks his lower lip out. Steve tosses his head back and laughs, misses how Eddie's eyes linger, drink him in.

👻 Investigation 7 👻

Steve walks into frame, holding his phone as he records. "Hey, hi. My name's Steve, and this is my buddy, Eddie. We're here to chat, if you feel like it."

"Yeah, we just want to learn about you. See what you're doing. Did you die here?"

"Is that respectful?" Steve hisses.

"Shut-up," Eddie hisses back. They momentarily get distracted shoving one another.

"If you're around, let us know," Steve says. "There's this rocking chair here, could you maybe move it for us?"

"Yeah, and hey," Eddie fiddles with the flashlight in his hands. "I'm gonna set this flashlight right here on the ground, and if you can't move the chair, why not turn this flashlight off for us, okay?"

He leans down to put the light on the floor, his phone camera capturing a few seconds of Steve watching him, a little smile on his face. A beat passes and Eddie's movements slip Steve out of frame. There's a shrieking scream and Steve shouts, "EDDIE?" followed by the skittering clank of things being dropped onto the concrete floor.

The view changes to a static shot, from a camera set up behind them. It shows Eddie bend down, setting the flashlight in front of him, before he screams. He leaps--fully leaving the ground--into Steve's arms. Steve catches him easily, dropping his phone, so he can brace Eddie against his chest in a bridal carry. Eddie's arms wrap around Steve's neck, his face buried against the other man's collar.

Steve laughs. "You okay, Eds?"

Eddie responds, but it's not picked up by the mics. It makes Steve laugh harder. "There was a rat, huh? I think I can take a rat."

"Don't make fun of me," Eddie grumbles. He peels his head off Steve's shoulder and the camera just catches the corner of his flushed face and his bashful grin.

"I would never," Steve shakes his head. "You good to get down now?"

Their gazes meet for a few long seconds. "Definitely," but Eddie's voice shakes.

Steve puts his friend on his feet, but takes a second to push some of Eddie's hair behind his ear. "You okay?'

"Yeah, yeah, it was nothing."

"You sure?"

Eddie scowls. "I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"You're making fun of me!"

"I am not!"

They miss the chair rocking on its own behind them.

👻 Investigation 15 👻

Steve digs through a backpack before spreading a sleeping bag over the scratched wood floors. Eddie films on his phone.

"Okay, Stevie, this is the first investigation where we're staying over night. How you feeling?"

"Fine," he responds. He doesn't look away from his task.

"Fine? We're staying overnight, where there are ghosts, and you're fine!?"

"Well, sure, Eds. I've faced worse than ghosts before."

"How are you not freaking out right now?"

Steve turns to the camera, a tiny smile on his face. "Because I'm not freaked out?"

"Ugh!" Eddie flails his hands which makes the image shift and blur. "It's like you don't even believe in this shit."

"You know that I do." Steve takes a few steps forward, reaching out to grab Eddie's elbow. "It's just that. They're ghosts, you know? They can't hurt us. Not really. And you know I'll protect you."

The angle changes to a static shot from behind Steve, giving full view of the soft and adoring way Eddie watches the other man.

👻 Investigation 15 ~ 2:03-3:45am 👻

The camera shows Steve and Eddie in their respective sleeping bags, both snoring. A time lapse captures the way they shift and shuffle in their sleep, until they're curled against each other on the floor.

It also captures the distant sound of an unintelligible voice and something clank in another room. Eddie flails, twisting and turning.

"Steve?" He says. "Steve!" He pushes out of the sleeping bag. "What the fuck was that?"

Steve sits up, his hair standing on end around his head. "Eds? What's wrong?"

"You didn't hear that?" Eddie's eyes are wide and panicked.

"No. What was it?"

"I heard like, voices or some shit. Maybe something falling over?"

Steve squirms out of his sleeping bag, grabbing a flashlight and starting recording on his phone.

"What are you doing?" Eddie grabs Steve's forearm.

"Investigating?"

"Aren't you--"

Steve cups Eddies cheek. "No, babe, I'm not scared. Let's go look, yeah?"

Steve walks out of frame, and Eddie stands frozen, until he slowly lifts a hand to trace where Steve touched against face. "Babe?" he whispers

👻 Investigation 22 👻

"Well, we're staying the night again." Steve says. "How'd you feel about the last time, Eds?"

"At least we're investigating a hotel and get a bed. Last time was terrible," Eddie frowns. "You were so calm."

"So, it wasn't terrible because we spent the night on the floor in a haunted place, but because I wasn't scared?"

"Pretty much."

"Shouldn't it be a good thing that I'm brave and strong and protective?"

Eddie gags. "Gross, man."

"What? Look at these muscles--I could take a ghost out." Steve flexes.

"You're not allowed to fistfight the ghosts, we've talked about this."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't think I can take a ghost?"

"Absolutely not, Stevie. You've never won a single fight."

Steve's mouth drops. "Excuse me. I've won at least one of them"

"Not a great track record."

"This is cruel. You're being cruel to me. After I've saved you from rats and from ghosts and from--"

"Yeah, yeah, my hero. C'mon, let's get moving."

Eddie's being sarcastic, but Steve's face still flushes a bright pink.

👻 Investigation 22 ~ 1:45-2:17am 👻

They fall asleep with the EVP still between them. Like before, the distance between their bodies closes as time passes until Steve is tucked close around Eddie, his arm draped over Eddie's waist.

It's sweet, peaceful until Steve starts to twitch. The mics pick up unintelligible murmuring until it becomes something close to short yelps and bitten off screams. Steve whimpers a long, heartbreaking sound and his body starts to shake, his hands grasping at his own face.

Eddie snuffles, is quiet for a second, before he realizes something is wrong. He twists to Steve, grabbing his shoulders. "Stevie, baby, oh my god, what's wrong. Steve!"

The other man wakes with a heaving gasp, flailing and shouting Eddie's name.

"I'm here. I'm right here." Eddie rests his hands against Steve's face, but pulls back, looking at his hands with wide eyes. "Why are you bloody, sweetheart?"

"What?" Steve reaches up, gingerly touching his cheeks. "What the fuck," Steve hisses. "What the fuck."

A flashlight flicks on, illuminating the long but shallow scratches across Steve's left cheek. "Jesus, baby. What happened?"

"I--" Steve is trembling hard enough his voice shakes. "I thought I was dreaming? I heard this voice and then this shape walked towards me from the bathroom." Steve points. "He--it reached for me, and I knew I shouldn't let him touch me, so I fought, but--" He's shaking too hard to continue.

"It's okay," Eddie 's voice is soft. "It's alright, sweetheart. It's over, yeah? I won't let anything bad happen to you, promise."

"I thought--Eddie, I thought--"

"I know, I know, sweetheart. It wasn't, though. We're okay."

"I'm scared, Eds," is barely heard through the mic.

"It's okay. I got you, yeah? I'll always have you."

Eddie starts singing something, soft soft, so only the melody catches, still too faint to make out. He holds Steve tight, cards fingers through his hair until the shaking stops.

"Not so brave now, huh?" Steve asks, giving a little wet chuckle.

"Baby, you are the bravest person I know. This doesn't change that. Not for an instant."

"Liar." Steve presses his face harder against Eddie's neck.

"To you? Never."

They sit in silence a little longer before Steve moves. Eddie caresses the man's face, lets his thumbs graze over his cheekbones. He knows affection is spilling out of him, overflowing, swallowing everything, but there's nothing Eddie can do about it anymore.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

They close the lingering distance between them on some unspoken mutual agreement, lips slotting together like they'd been doing this for years and hadn't condemned themselves to a lifetime of quiet yearning.

Steve brushes his tongue against Eddie's mouth, and Eddie lets him in, their tongues meeting in a wet tangle. They kiss and kiss and kiss, lost to the moment, cameras and ghosts and the world forgotten for each other.

They part, staying close enough to share air. "Hey, Eds?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I have a huge crush on you."

Eddie's nose wrinkles before he erupts in a sweet laugh. "Well, thank god for that. I'm fucking gone on you, baby."

"Yeah?" Steve whispers now.

"You're sort of everything, Steve Harrington."

"Fuck," Steve buries his face into Eddie's neck. "Is now the time to say that I think you're it for me? Cause--"

He doesn't get the rest of the words out, the force of Eddie's kiss sending his mind to outer space.

When they pull apart again, Steve quietly says, "thank you, ghosts," and Eddie giggles.

[dishushu]

“you’re alive in my head..”

pavitr prabhakar x reader.

genre: pure angst (a little fluff if you squint) | warnings: blood, death, sad pav☹️, super sad

summary: the canon event altered his life forever. | inspo: marjorie by taylor swift.

words: 1k.

a/n: @smokeywhalee came up with this trope and we both cried mentally adding up ideas to eachother (i love her and her ideas yall FOLLOW HER or elmo will end up next to you at 3am)

and marjorie by ts changed my life forever it’s so good i’m not okay 😊💔

p.s: please have tissues next to you 🤧 (and "they" is ur variant btw!)

so sorry in advance pookies

pavitr had been your bestfriend for so long— you were by his side ever since he became spiderman, his partner in crime, and he always liked you. —

everything about you just made him fall head over heels for you, but he never had the heart to confess owing to the fact that he doesn’t want to lose you yet.

he wished he did sooner..

ever since pavitr’s dimension was falling apart, he couldn’t help but feel devastated, afraid it would happen the same to you, and he was right.

the very moment that was happening, you so happened to be running away from the commotion— your bestfriend pavitr and the other spider people fighting for their life and his dimension, you were about to escape, but unfortunately, a big chunk of debris hits you— slamming you to the ground as you groaned in pain.

you heard the screams of pavitr from afar, as he slung over to you— his friends shouting for him to come back but he couldn't care less about them now that you were hurt badly.

he lifted the debris off of you and carried you bridal style, his words muffled as you couldn't see anything— your vision blurred.

"jaanu please hang on okay? i promise ill get you the hospital as soon as i can please don't close your eyes on me." he panicked as he removed his mask to reveal his teary-eyed face as he held you close, webbing away from the commotion as he wanted to bring you to the nearest hospital.

"pav, i..." you took all your strength to get his attention as he stopped webbing and went through the empty street, your heartbeat slowly slowing down as it became harder to breathe.

he noticed immediately and laid you on the ground, his hand cupping your cheek as he kept whispering a "no no no please no." trying to stop the blood from your chest.

"pav, i.. love you." you mumbled your last words to him as you closed your eyes— your last breath, last tear and last smile to him all leaving your body as you lay lifeless on the ground, his screams were all that was audible, becoming increasingly faint until they were completely gone.

pavitr's tears were now hitting the ground as he clutched your lifeless body, holding on it for dear life as he sobbed— his heart breaking now that he lost you, his canon event.

his tears never came to an end as he couldn't believe he was processing everything, he lost his thithli.

gwen, hobie, and miles run over to him as they saw pavitr and you, your dead body but they couldn't do anything but feel heartbroken with paviitr as it was his canon event even though you were dead now, you're alive in his head.

he wished he could spend one last prominence with you, but now that you were gone, he wished you were still around.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

pavitr never moved on, never recovered from your death; if he didn't know better, he'd wish you were still alive; he wanted he could say i love you— and that remorse has filled him with guilt every single day.

hobie would always try to cheer him up and it would never work, he would still feel devastated and blame himself for your death— that he couldn't save you in time. it was never his fault.

all of this happening with his dimension falling apart and losing you hit him like a truck, he lost his spark and he'd do anything to get you back, anything — and he wished he could find one way to say i love you to you one last time.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

he’d never been to hq ever since your death, he was merely drained to continue as spiderman anymore— the fear and guilt overcoming him; scared the same would happen to other people like it happened to you.

hobie got to cheer him up somewhat and convinced him to finally go to hq but when he walked in, he bumped into a familiar face he knew oh too well.

“im so sorry i—“ pavitr turned around to apologize to who he bumped when his blood ran cold, his whole body frozen as he couldn’t believe who it was, you; but not entirely.

“it’s okay! i’m fine— and are you okay?” they said, scanning pavitr’s body for any injuries and so.

“yeah— i’m, im fine— can i talk to you for a second?” pavitr said, breaking out of his trance as he grabbed their hand and walked to an empty corner.

“woah okay—“ they followed pavitr, standing in a small corner waiting for him to talk.

“are you… [name]?” he asked, your name coming out of his mouth breaking his heart. their eyes went wide— the shock of their name coming out of his mouth indirectly.

“y-yeah i’m from earth 5100..” those words broke pavitr’s heart, a lump going down his throat as he smiled— knowing that they weren’t his.

they could see the obvious heartbreak in pavitr's eyes and its like they could feel his pain too; "i suppose you lost a variant of me in your world..?" they muttered as pavitr nodded— his tears planting his brown skin as their heart broke.

"can i..?" pavitr whispered, gesturing for a hug as they agreed with open arms— he rushed to their arms, breaking down in more tears as he felt your touch again— but not entirely yours.

"i'm so sorry.. im sure they're so proud of you for getting through this, i know you want them back but im not them."

"i know.. i just wished i could say i love you to them one last time." he muttered, his face buried in their neck as he cried harder— clutching their shirt.

he has no choice but to owe the fact that he lost you, and the person in front of him is oh so heartwarming to him, its not you and he has to accept that, but you're alive in his head.

© hearts4hobie-conitagray, all rights reserved. do not steal, translate, and rewrite without permission. love y’all mwah♥️ 💋

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

kai parker x reader

summary: he needed to get to his sister. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

tags: assault, stabbing, non-graphic violence, canon-typical violence, ambulance ride, not nice kai

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i've had this idea for a bit, but work with me on it, and let's pretend the girl in 6x10 that kai stabs in the first few seconds is nondescript!

a/n (2): aaa found this in the drafts, and since i've been MIA, have decided to post it now (even tho i'm not super proud of it, i just couldn't get it out of my head)

You tap your foot anxiously at the light, waiting for it to turn red, and for the walking signal to appear. Only one car had gone through the green, but the light hesitates before changing. Mystic Falls is pretty much deserted at this time of night. Everyone is either at home, sleeping, or out at the bars. You’re on your way to Scull Bar, and tonight, you have a date. 

The light finally blinks to yellow, and it’ll be just a moment more before you can cross. Honestly, you could probably cross now, considering how empty the streets are. The only threat would be an unmarked police car, waiting for someone to break the rules. 

You sigh, but then it turns again. Your sigh changes to one of relief, and you smile before stepping out onto the road. 

The only sounds around you are those of crickets chirping and a distant dog barking. It feels peaceful. Not lonely, but just quiet. A wave of nostalgia seems to carry in the air. 

That’s why you miss the signs. That gut instinct that tells you someone’s wrong. 

You don’t realize the crickets have silenced until his hands are already around your neck. 

Realization hits you quickly. Fear shoots down your spine and makes you gasp, but your airway is partially constricted. 

“Stop!” You try anyway. 

Your attacker ignores your plea. “Sh, sh, sh!” He’s right up in your ear, lips grazing your skin. “Don’t scream.” 

He lowers one arm to your waist, but loosens the grip on your neck. Despite the darkness, you can clearly see the reflective glare of a sharp knife. Your throat goes dry. “What are you going to do with that?”

“This? Oh, I just need to find my sister. I believe you can help me with that.”

“I have a phone. What’s her number? I can call her.”

“Yeah… that’s not exactly what I meant. See, my sister and I have a rather… complicated relationship. She doesn’t really want to see me, but I need to see her, because of something important regarding our family. But since she’s so evasive, I think catching her off guard at work is my best bet to getting to her.”

His wording scares you, but you’re desperate. “Where does she work? I can pull up directions. I can-”

“See, you’re still not understanding me. I don’t need you to call anyone. I simply need you to play your part, so I can do mine.”

“What do you need me to- arrrghhh!” You shout, cut off by a sharp pain directly to the stomach. You gasp out, feeling your legs buckle and your vision get spotty. With a small glance down, you see your attacker’s knife lodged in your midsection. Blood coats the blade, and now upon seeing it, you can feel it dripping from your new injury. 

“Sh!” He hushes you again, clamping a hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.”

As soon as he pulls the knife out, you try to defend yourself. A short glance at him reveals him to be rather scrawny, however a dark look in his eyes tells you his stature should not be underestimated; he is much more dangerous than he seems. Still, you fight. You dig your elbow into his chest, making him grunt. You step back onto his feet and both of you trip backwards. After a moment of scrambling, you release yourself from his grasp. The wound catches you off balance, though, and you stumble, giving him just enough time to grab you again. 

“No!”

“Shut up!”

He stabs you again, then removes the blade just to make a third wound right below it. You choke and collapse into his arms, unable to hold yourself up. Tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your vision is fading fast. 

Despite your body weakening quickly, you still manage to pick up the sound of sirens in the distance. To your disbelief, your attacker keeps you in his arms until they arrive, tucking his knife somewhere out of sight. 

“Ma’am, can you tell us what happened? Were you in a car accident? Was this a robbery?” EMT rushes to your side, asking a slew of questions. Upon noticing your fading consciousness, they turn their questions to the man holding you. “Sir, did you witness the incident? Do you know them? Do you know what happened here?”

Your attacker lies with ease. Not surprising, though you don’t have the energy to counter him. “I just found her here, I don’t know. She has multiple injuries, but it’s dark. I didn’t get a good look at them.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s get her on a stretcher. Is there a wallet on her? Any form of ID?”

Another EMT searches your pockets and pulls out your wallet. As they put you on the stretcher, you try to signal that you’re still in danger, but he doesn’t get the message.

“Can I come along? I want to make sure she gets there safely.”

Your eyes widen at your attacker’s request, then feel faint at his allowance to accompany you.

“She’s crashing!” Another reports, picking up on your unsteadiness. An oxygen mask is placed over your nose and mouth, while a small dose of painkiller is administered through an IV. 

“Stay with me, okay? We’re gonna get you to the hospital.”

Your attacker sits in the corner and watches the scene. It’s as if he blends into the shadows, and the respondents don’t even remember he’s there. You do, though. His black eyes seem to stare into your soul. You can still feel the knife buried beneath your skin. 

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Your attacker gets lost in the sea of paramedics as you’re wheeled into the hospital. Losing sight of him makes you panic; he could be anywhere, and you’d have no idea. Everyone’s in danger now - you, his sister, and possibly any of these employees. Anyone who gets in the way of what he wants. The thought alone is horrifying.

Within minutes, you’re brought into a room where the doctor finally sees you. She’s calm and collected, yet obviously worried about your condition. Three wounds to the stomach can be fatal, and they have no idea what they’re dealing with; no clue what happened, and with the oxygen mask still on your face, you’re completely unable to tell them. 

“What happened to you?” She asks, shining a light in your eyes. An apology shows in her eyes, but she’s just doing her job. 

Terrified, you’re about to rip off the mask and tell her the truth. You reach a hand up to take it off, but then a guttural scream leaves your lips at the sudden sight of your attacker. He’s directly behind her, covered in your blood. 

Instead of taking off your mask, you point behind her. He’s much faster, though, and stalks up quickly. With a quick glance to you, he slings an arm around her neck and produces a needle from behind his back. 

“I stabbed her,” he says calmly, injecting a sedative into her neck. 

You scream as your doctor goes limp in his arms. He smirks at you, then whisks her out of the room before you can react. Frantically, you rip off the mask and scream as loudly as you can, desperate for the attention of the nurses. It isn’t until at least a minute later that they respond, eyes wide at the sight of you. One immediately starts to put your oxygen back on, but is then interrupted by another. 

“Laughlin was here, where’d she go?”

“What?”

“She was just here, checking her pupils.”

They both look at you. You’re fading in and out of consciousness. 

“Taken,” you whisper. A heartbeat later, everything goes silent. 

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Poll Vote Enemies To Lovers

Hi lovely readers, I wish you all a great weekend <3

The Tides That Bind Us by lululawlawlu (M)

It comes to Luffy in recurring dreams—sometimes as clouded visions, sometimes clear as the tropical waters it supposedly rests in. The minute details are ever-changing as the tides, but one thing is always constant—a red string coiled around his finger. It leads him down into the depths of the ocean, pulls him toward the thrill of discovering the holy grail of sunken ships. What was once the pirate king’s is now waiting for him, so what is he waiting for?

fighting tides and chasing you by aloas (T)

Law drops his hand as he watches Luffy escaping, slipping through Law’s fingers once again. His figure grows smaller as the distance between them gets bigger, and yet Law is far from disappointed. This is only their 19th encounter, and Law knows there will always be a next time.

Through the Night by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (T)

Law saved him. Law really knew, why he saved Luffy, why he had no choice to do so. And all he wanted was to stay with him. But of course, there was no chance. Only for a few days... he tried to carry his heart.

You wreck my plan, I wreck 'you' by KalonThorn (E)

A game of cat and mouse between two outlaws, where no one knows until the end who the mouse in this is.

The Duelists by KalonThorn (E)

Luffy decides to join the dueling club, where he meets one of the biggest prodigies in Hogwarts' history - Trafalgar D. Water Law. They soon begin to butt heads with each other, trying to up one another not only in spell-casting, but also in pranks and other insane stunts. 

Solar Eclipse by quackquackcey (E)

The story of the Hero and the Villain, and the accidental meeting that changed everything.~

Enchanted Ink and Devil's Helmet by quackquackcey (E)

A normal evening during closing hours of Luffy’s tattoo parlor turns sour, and somehow, two bitter rivals-turned-enemies are roped into a supernatural rollercoaster of a night, in which an old ghost comes to haunt them once again.~

Cats and Dogs, or Rather, Ducks by quackquackcey (M)

A story of how two people, who fight like cats and dogs, realize that perhaps, opposites really do attract. Or something like that.~

I hate you, at least I think I do by Anonymous (T)

Luffy and Law can't stand eachother they never could it was like oil and water till well, things change.

Prison of Deception by Orphan_Account (NR)

Luffy, a captain in the Marines, is tasked with guarding and interrogating the pirate prisoner, Trafalgar Law.

Alice, Alice, Don't You Know? by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead (T)

“You let your secret lesser hellhound eat the hat with your secret griffin feathers inside the lining, and you let your secret fireball brother send your stupid Alice brother with the hound?” Law shouted. “What the fuck, Sabo? How am I supposed to get your feathers out of Sunny and back to you without tipping off your brother?” “I’m sure you’ll think of something. That’s why you’re the best, Law. Better think fast, because I waited until he was five minutes out to call you. Thanks, Law!” There was a beep as Sabo hung up, and Law stared at the phone for five full seconds to process and scream internally instead of externally.

Sweets by Skypiea_Lulu (G)

Law hates his neighbor, he is loud, annoying and obnoxious, the problem is that he has to start socializing with him, but not in the way he expected.

The Alpha, the Omega, and everything in between by N_Moonbreeze (E)

The World Nobles were the only Alphas. The Omegas were their appointed servants, fit only to give up their bodies. The Omegas were to be given away and the non-existent Alphas to hide away. These are the ironclad rules of their world. After meeting one Monkey D. Luffy, Alpha Law ultimately decides that he doesn't actually give a shit about said rules. Until the same man, barely coherent on his operating table, utters one word that throws his whole world out of balance. "...alpha!"

-Mod Raiya

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

My Little Shadow: Part Six (Azriel X Reader)

Warnings: Hypothermia, waking up in a strange place.

After traveling through the snowy landscape, Y/N starts to succumb to the cold. That is, until a certain Illyrian shadowsinger shows up to rescue her.

Part five Part seven

Tag list: @mis-lil-red

Cassian is in this one, and still upset about being left out last time!

We traveled like that for a couple more days.  At first I didn’t ask the shadows for assistance during the day, knowing we’d be stark against the white snow.

But by the third day, we were so cold that I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.

It still wasn’t enough.  I had started to carry Stella a few miles back, her small form shaking in my arms as we continued.

I had given her the extra set of clothes my mother had packed for me.  I was willing to die before I went back to Hewn City, but I wouldn’t let anything happen to Stella.

My limbs were so cold that I couldn’t feel them anymore, my trembling as I forced them to keep plodding through the snow.

I stumbled, falling into the snow with Stella in my arms.

She cried out my name, but my vision was going blurry.  It was so cold.

I heard her continue to shout, but I didn’t understand any of it.

My eye flutter shut, I knew this was the worst time to sleep but I couldn’t fight it.

A pair of warm hands held my shoulders, shaking me slightly.  “Hey, hey. I need you to open your eyes for me, little shadow.”

I recognise Azriel's voice, and I force myself to open my eyes.  “Azriel?”

His brow is knit together in worry, his eyes searching my face.  “What the hell happened?”

I’m unsure how to explain, not sure how much he knew, but I’m quickly distracted by my shadows, having followed Azriel back to me, wrapping around me in an attempt to warm me.

Azriel curses as my eyes start to close again, picking me up gently.

Azriel starts to talk with someone else, but I’m no longer aware of any of it, falling asleep against his warm body.

I wake up in a warm bed, and I shoot up, immediately regretting the decision as my head spins and the covers fall from me, making me feel even colder.

“Hey, be careful.”  I hear a male voice hiss, and as I lay back down I look over to see Azriel, tense in a chair beside the bed I was now resting in.

My shadows wrap around me defensively, and his eyes dart to them.  “They’ve been like that the whole time.  They only let me and Madja near.”

I cock an eyebrow at the unknown female’s name.

“She’s our healer.”  He says, grabbing a cup of tea off the bedside table, pushing it into my numb hands.  “Drink.”

I eye the cup of tea with suspicion.  “Where am I?”  I ask, turning and placing the cup back onto the table.

His eyes darkened at the discarded cup, but I didn’t reach to pick it back up.

Even if I was stuck in bed for the time being, I was sick of Males telling me what to do, and it would take a lot more than a few cranky glances to get me to change my mind.

“You’re in the night court.”  He said, crossing his arms.

I stiffen, my shadows swirled around me protectively, sensing my terror.

Stella.  My bones scream at me as I roll out of the bed, stumbling as I force myself to stand upright.

Azriel matched my defensive stance across the bed, and I growled, “What have you done with my sister?”

He blinks in surprise, the only sign that anything is wrong. “We haven’t done anything-”

I don’t wait for his response, my shadows wrapping around me until I’m completely encased in shadows, and I run through the closed door.

Hearing a startled clatter from inside, usually I’d take the time to enjoy the shock, but I didn’t have time.

I didn’t recognise these halls.  I ran through them, sending out shadow tendrils to search for Stella until-

Shoving through the door, I let my shadows go as I saw Stella playing, shocked to see the one and only Morrigan playing with her.

I ignore Morrigan, rushing to my little sister who grin at me, completely unaware as I envelope her in a tight hug.

“Are you okay?  Has anyone hurt you?”  I ask her, absorbed in examining her, looking for any injuries.

I hear Morrigan go to the door, presumably talking to Azriel, who I had felt arrive a moment earlier.

She shakes her head.  “No, I’m fine.  But look!”

She points behind her, to the window I hadn’t noticed.

I gasp as I look out the window, seeing green grass and sunlight.  I had thought he said…

“This isn’t the night court.”  I say, not letting my sister go, but craning my neck to see more.

When was the last time I had seen grass and daylight?

“Actually, it is.”  Morrigan's voice came out sounding… glittery.  That was the best way I could put it.

“I know what it feels like, having freedom after being in that place.  It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?”  She said, sitting on the floor next to me.

My chest tightened.  Freedom.  She had said freedom, because that was what I now had.

“What is this place?”  I asked, letting my sister go and walking over to the window, looking out at the street packed with happy people, not knowing how good they had it.

Azriel appeared next to me, and I didn’t flinch.

“This is Velaris, the city of starlight.”  He said, laying a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at him, and he was staring at me with a small smirk on his face.  “Now will you get back in bed, or will I have to carry you again?”

I snorted, but didn’t respond as I looked out the window again.  “I want to go outside.”  I breathed, unsure if he even heard me.

“Are you going to run off again?”  He asks, and I turn to shoot him a glare, but I see a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

I scoff, but don’t look away.  “I promise.”

He grins now.  “Great, but as soon as we get back, you’re back on bed rest.”

I roll my eyes, but turn around, my eyes drifting over to Morrigan.  She’s wearing a sweater that leaves her shoulders bare, the top of which is folded over and lacy.  Her golden hair is tied back to reveal her deep brown eyes that look at me with a touch of pity.

I can’t stand it, so I look away.

Azriel lets me take the lead, and I almost run face first into the chest of another male.  I look up and recognise him as the one Azriel had called Cass.

“Oh, hi.  I don’t think you ever got my name before you made a deal with my brother.  I’m Cassian.”  He says, and I don’t miss the hint of annoyance that still lingered at being left out.

I let out a little snort, but I extended my hand for him to shake.  “Y/N.  I didn’t know you two were brothers.”

He takes my hand with a death grip, shaking it so hard I felt as if my brain was rattling around in my skull as he amended, “Not by blood, but might as well be.  So is Rhys, even if he’s a hardass sometimes.”

I blink at the casual use of the highlord's name.  I looked around, making sure he wasn’t about to appear out of nowhere to correct Cassian.

But nothing happened.

“Rhys isn’t like other highlords, if that’s what you’re thinking.”  Cassain said, his voice a drawl as he continued to block the hallway.

All I really wanted to do was go outside.

“That’s great, but do you mind moving?”  I ask, staring into his eyes , making it clear I didn’t wish to be fucked with.

Morrigan laughed from behind me.  “You better listen to her Cass, she’s stronger than she looks.”

He chuckled, but looking at his brother, being silent as the night as he stood steadily behind me.

Whatever Cassian saw in his brother's face, he let out a dramatic sigh before moving out of our way.

I look at the front door, my lips tugging upwards despite my best efforts.

If this was where Stella and I would be staying, it would only be logical to take a look around.

And it didn’t hurt that I had Azriel by my side while I did so.

[beepersteeper]

Bedside Manner -- Astarion x Tav Fluff

Tav yells out for healing from way out of reach. She's been cornered by the enemies with only her sword and wits to keep her alive, and both were wearing very thin. She takes one more blow to her lower stomach and the edges of her vision start to fade to a deep red. She falls, dead weight onto the ground. Unable to keep any part of her crumpled body up.

“Get up!" Shadowheart screams, becoming surrounded  by the enemies that just took Tav down. “Someone get her up!"

“Dont you die on me damn you!" Astarion shouts disengaging from his fight and bolting to Tav's side. He saw her breathing shallow labored breaths holding pressure on a gaping wound on her stomach with her hands, now covered in thick blood, almost black with how deep the red is. “Let's not waste anymore blood, hm?" He tries in vain to comfort her with a joke while he opens the largest health potion he has and putting it to her lips. She grabs it and chugs the whole thing. He pushes her hand off the wound and adds a shirt from his pack to the wound applying better pressure than she was. “You need to get out of here. Now." He states without giving her an option to reject. He slaps a scroll of misty step into her hand “NOW!" he shouts.

She does and sets herself well outside of combat, watching her friends finish the fight.  Shadowheart and Karlach disappear,  Astarion misty steps himself to Tav, ignoring any possible loot there may have been. 

Tav tries to lift the makeshift bandage and before she can Astarion forces his hand onto it. “Leave it!" He scolds “you don't take off the bandage until it stops bleeding or we can get that greater restoration scroll. Just keep pressure."

He looks at his hands with her blood slipping between his hands. Where there would usually be hunger in his eyes, desperation and fear sat. No funny quips or sideways comments slip from his tongue. He gives her another bottle for her to drink and adds another shirt to the wound watching it quickly turn crimson. “Fuck” he curses under his breath “where the fuck is that cleric!"

“Must be pretty bad if you're worried about a little blood." She laughs weakly

“A little blood my arse. Have you seen yourself? Besides I thought I was the only one who is supposed to make you bloodless, hm?” He relaxes a bit, feeling better that she's alert, and joking. But mostly that he is sitting with her. Knowing that she's okay right now. "where in the nine hells is Shadowheart!?”

"Give her time,” Tav says, closing her eyes for more than a moment, " she'll get here.”

"Aht aht.” He says tapping her cheek with his hand to open her eyes. "you're going to open those pretty little eyes right now. You gotta stay with me. “ He urges. Shadowheart reappears and uses the scroll and sits back on her heels. And waits for the magic to take effect.

The magic was enough to save Tav from immediate peril but the wound still needs  stitched up, still bleeding but so much less. “The closest town is a two days walk, in peak shape. She'll bleed out by then” Shadowheart says, staring at the ground, trying not to consider Tav dying. 

"Just get me back and I'll do it myself. I've stitched bigger wounds on fellow soldiers, doing it myself can't be that much harder." She winces as Astarion changes his pressure on her stomach. 

“Rubbish." Astarion mutters “I've seen your attempt and mending clothes, you will not massacre your skin any more than it already is.” He slightly lifts the edge of her bandage to peak at the wound, still bleeding but slowed down enough to put on another rag. He tosses the soiled cloth to the side, replacing it with a clean one. "Just get us back. I'll get that closed. I've closed up my siblings' wounds before.”

With a flourish Shadowheart transports the party back to camp and Astarion carries her like the most fragile package to his tent, demanding that she lay down and  keep pressure. 

“Just… stay there. I'll be back.” He holds up his hands making the stop motion. He leaves the tent, hollering to the other party members for the things he needs “get me a bottle of something to knock her ass out without putting her to sleep. This is going to hurt, but I need her to be alert." coming back soon after with a bottle of whisky and a glass. He fills the glass and puts a length of fishing line and a needle and hands her the bottle.  “You're going to want to get real greedy with that. This isn't going to be pleasant. And I'm going to need to get you out of that” he points at her upper body. He holds her body weight as he delicately unties her broken armor and peels the soaked shirt off her frame. 

As she laid half dressed she listened, taking a large mouthful, feeling it burn down her throat. “If you wanted me out of my clothes this is a terrible time to ask" she chokes at the burn in her throat. And take another.

“Darling, I've gotten you out of your clothes several times already, this has nothing to do with that." He chuckles, letting himself breathe a little more freely calming his own nerves to steady his hans as he threads the fishing line through a thick needle. She nods at him signaling that she's ready.

He pours clean water into her wound to flush out any debris from and starts stitching her flesh. 

“fucksake" Tav winces but stays still clutching at the cloth below her. Trying to take her mind off the throbbing pain she asks “where'd you learn to do this?"

“it's a sappy story" he says “I think I can remember my mother fixing holes in the knees of my pants. When I was turned I vowed to keep some part of her alive." He shrugged “I can't even remember her face anymore, but when I sew something, or someone I suppose in this case, I feel like I almost can remember her. That and the scent of roses." He shrugs and shakes his head, continuing to focus on his patient. 

She takes another greedy mouthful, a trail of hot tears cut through the dirt and blood  on her face from the hot pain permeating from her stomach. 

“I know it's quite a sad story but I'm shocked it's brought you to tears.“ He pokes fun, still diligently tending to her open wound.

“You're stabbing me, repeatedly, asshole." She reminds "but I appreciate you sharing that with me.”

"Stabbing you” he chuckles to himself “You’ll to be fine.” He scoffs "Honestly you're the first person I've ever told, count yourself lucky.”

She tries to smile but a sharp pain rips through her mind "AHH” she hisses loudly rocketing her head back trying to keep center still, and drinks again, several throatfulls. Her mind starts to fall into a drunken haze, lessening the pain in her flesh.

“About halfway there darling." astarion whispers, not pulling his eyes from his work. “Your doing great." 

“Thanks for doing this." She says relaxing more into the whisky's embrace. “And thanks for getting me out of there. You really put your own neck on the line for me.”

“You're worth more to me alive than dead Tav." He says with a slight smile creeping at the corners of his mouth “who else would I hang out with on respite days?”

"you'd find someone to deal with you.” she laughs.

“perhaps, but they're not you.” He says trying to joke but unable to hide his sincerity. “I've grown quite fond of you, you know."

“Come off it." Tav says in disbelief “I'm not dying, you don't have to try to make me feel better like this."

“I mean it." He says tying a knot in a stitch “this" gestures to her stomach before continuing his work “just gave me the push to tell you. I forgot that you mortals are so very fragile." He stops for a moment letting his gaze meet hers. “I would be remiss if I had to watch you die and not tell you what you mean to me.”

A bashful smile becomes her lips "I'm not dying anytime soon. You're gonna have to tell me all this again when I'm not getting more drunk by the minute." She takes another drink and trails off into thought “you said I had pretty eyes." She chuckles and winces as he returns to the final stitches.

“I did.” He admits shaking his head and smiling “we’re just about done here. But you're not getting up and moving around to rip these stitches for a while. So think about what you need."

“Something to eat." She sighs “I'm starving."

“It's good that you have an appetite." He says “anything else?" He ties off the last few knots making sure it's secure. 

She lays quietly, trying to think through the waves of her intoxication. “Would it be too forward to ask for a kiss?”

"I don't think so.” He smiles, returning his needle to his sewing kit. He leaned over her and placed a quick and tender kiss on her lips tasting hints of whisky on her breath "Even better than I thought it would be” He coos. "Now just stay here, relax. I'll be right back.”

He returns with a bowl of stew in one hand, his chalice of blood in the other, a canteen around his body and  a roll of bandages in the crook of his elbow. "You think you can sit?” He asks, setting down all of the goods he's brought with him. After helping her sit he wraps the cloth around her waist several times tying it off with a knot over the wound to add pressure. He sits on a stool crossing his legs next to Tav drinking from his chalice slowly. Urging her to drink some water and eat something “Darling, you've drunk near this entire bottle” he reaches for the whisky bottle and sloshes the remaining quarter of the liquid “and you need to eat something before you pass out."

She obliges, taking small spoonfuls of her supper. “Thanks, Astarion, for everything today.” 

“Don't mention it." He waves his hand waving the notion of thanks away “you would have done the same. And who knows with the rate this group is going you very well might have to.” He laughs uncrossing his legs leaning his elbows on his knees with his hands dangling into the space between the two of them. He extends one of his hands for her to take.

She is hesitant at first but places her hand delicately in his. He puts his other hand on hers rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. 

“I'm going to be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing." He laughs

"Maybe it's okay, not to know.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly. 

“What? Are we just supposed to go about our days as if nothing has changed?”

"what's changed?” She asked with a smirk "were just a couple of friends that hold hands now. Nothings wrong with that." 

"that…  sounds good to me.“ He smiles “now you need to go lay down and get some rest. You've gotta start healing, it'll be a couple of days till you're really back on your feet." He stands up helping her to her feet. "Let's get you back to your tent.”

She wobbles on her bloodless and drunken legs And falls into him. Astarion catches her and helps her back onto the bedroll below them.

"Looks like you're not going anywhere darling. Just stay here, I'll just sleep outside tonight.”

“Nonsense. I'll just get back to my tent, you're not sleeping outside." Tav argues propping herself up on her elbows and falling back down wincing from pain. Trying in vain to be the strong leader everyone is used to seeing. “Okay, maybe you're right." 

“what do you suggest then?” He asks, crossing his arms, unimpressed by her arguing,  concerned for her pain.

“Why won't you just stay?" She says plainly, nothing lacing her meaning “besides…” she trails off, worry painting her face "what if I rip my stitches or start getting worse.” She covers her face with her hands 

"What's actually wrong?" He asks kneeling down placing his hand on her shoulder, rubbing her skin trying to comfort her. 

"I'm scared okay?” She hisses through her tears, speaking frantically. "I've never been hurt this bad. I'm always the one who comes out unscathed. I don't get hurt. And then the one time I am hurt I'm on death's door. I'm scared of when it ultimately hurts more later because I know it will hurt more than it does now, than it did earlier. What if I started bleeding again and couldn't stop it. And no one knew. And I would just…” she starts to weep

Astarion shushes her while sitting next to her leaning on her his footlocker for support and rubs comforting circles on her shoulder “I'm not going to let that happen." He whispers. “I'm not going anywhere. Now get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up.” He grabs his cup and finishes the red liquid in it. “I promise.”

Tav falls asleep pretty quickly, with her hand holding onto the edge of his shirt for comfort, knowing that he's right there. 

Astarion reaches into his footlocker and grabs a book to read while he stands vigilant making sure Tav stays well through the night.

[m00nc4kes]

MAYBELLE JUNE WATSON!!!!

she’s literally my fav ever… i tried to do something different with the shading so i hope it looks alright ^^ (she's so pretty aahhdefjkfj) And maybe one day I'll draw her with Hobie...

~Backstory + Connection to Hobie under the cut~ (TW: death, blood)

The Basics:

super sweet but has a mean uppercut (and I mean like... one hit and lights out) yet can't throw a regular punch

she was born with vitiligo and started out with small patches that grew (and continue to grow) as she got older

her demeanor changed drastically from her teen years up until the present

I say shes 19/early twenties (which I hc Hobie is pretty much the same in this universe)

She has an older brother

She used to cover her vitiligo with her hair during her early teens

Meeting Hobie + Early Life

they first met each other when they were around 14/15

Mj was on her way home from school and heard someone playing the guitar and that's when she locked eyes with Hobie

she ended up sharing her uneaten lunch

After that, Mj would stop by the alley (or some place nearby) to meet up with Hobie and eat

it wasn't the quickest friendship. there were times where Mj would go weeks without stumbling across Hobie, but it never strained their dynamic

she was very soft-spoken and shy

and he, well, wasn't.

So it worked out pretty well, until everything flipped on its head

Mj was walking outside of a store when the doors flew open and someone dashed by her. it took half a second to realize it was Hobie and the shop owner had chased him out, screaming obscenities.

there was a police officer nearby, so he decided to chase after the teen. Before she knew it, a hand was grabbing her wrist and dragging her along. Hobie had noticed her.

"Trust, you don't wanna let that wanker get a hold of ya!" he shouted.

They got away in the end, but it bit their asses in the end.

Two weeks later.

Mj was walking near the store, hoping they wouldn't come out to hunt her down. She didn't want to be a troublemaker, truly. Nothing happened when she passed the store, nor the store after that. Yet-

She was pushed into an alley, making her fall to her knees and scrape up her hands and legs. When she looked up, the officer from before was there.

"Did you really think you got away from me, little girl? You’re under arrest."

She was stunned into a silence as she attempted to back away. "I'm sorry! Please leave me alone!"

He stalked closer to her and she immediately rose to her feet. Wrong move.

He grabbed onto her arms and slammed her against the wall. Her heart was beating wildly as she tried to fight back. She couldn't think straight- she couldn't. Her brother always told her what to do with officers but in this moment, he was no longer an officer.

No.

He was a strange man trying to pin her against a dirty wall. And she could remember what she was taught to do with strange men.

With a strangled cry, she wrangled an arm free and dug into her jacket pocket, pulling out a knife. (Yes, she would get in trouble with her school if they knew she carried a weapon on her, but her brother had insisted on having her carry it)

Before she could register what she was doing, she brought her arm up, shut her eyes, and jabbed it into the officer.

There was silence.

Then a choked noise.

She opened her eyes and her knife was lodged in the officer's neck. Her blood ran cold at the sight of his own blood running down his neck. She let out a cry, not noticing how his hand reached for the gun on his belt.

He wouldn't get the chance to do it as a guitar came swinging down from behind him, crushing the back of his skull.

The officer collapsed to the ground, revealing a wide eyed Hobie as he gripped onto his blood covered guitar.

The two of them stared at each other before Mj burst into tears.

Needless to say, Maybelle and her brother moved from the city and she wouldn't see Hobie again until a fateful day, 4 years later.

[happi-tree]

head in my hands (<- she is thinking about the dreamcatcher dystopia and apocalypse trilogies)

with dystopia it's like. (scream) the world is so full of hatred and vitriol and every time i am reminded of it, it seeps further and further into my veins and i'm worried it may consume me. the witch hunts are constant and ever worsening, and all that ever comes from them is more contempt and more regret. what is this poisonous masquerade all for. does anyone else hear this, i'm calling out to you, i'm begging for relief and for catharsis. i need this to reach you, i need you to hear the cries of the people who are suffering. i'm shouting alongside them. (boca) do you speak to your mother with that mouth. would she be proud of the things that you're saying. look around you - the angels are dying and the casualties grow with every spiteful word. sometimes kindness starts with silence when all you want is to fight fire with fire. my heart is pierced for you again and again, and i don't know how much longer it can be like this. i want to help you, i want to let you breathe again and give you relief from the harsh words that have strangled your lungs. i want to make this world better, and i want it to start with us. (odd eye) the world is broken, this is not a fairytale. utopia has never existed and it never will. do not believe the sugarcoated lie of perfection because it is impossible to grasp. the world is dark and you will not find what you're looking for if eternal peace is what you seek. open your eyes to reality, and you will make it a better place - not by dreaming, but by doing what you can.

and then with apocalypse it's like. (maison) our home is dying, our planet is dying, our people are dying, but i feel so detached from it all. i need to come down to earth, i need to keep pushing for change in every way that matters. your conscience is drying faster than the droughts plaguing our land, don't you see that we need to do something about this. please someone fight for us - the task is enormous and the stakes are daunting, and i'm coming down to rescue you but i can't do it alone. you have to help save yourself. (vision) the world is a scorched-earth battlefield and we are its foot-soldiers. we must press on and fight now that we've come this far. everything is painted in shades of moral gray, but we must act decisively. i am reaching for your hand in the trenches, i am sending a message to you, i am giving you a vision. do you copy, have you clasped my soot-stained hand. the work is hard, but we must reload and keep going. join us and fight alongside us. i am not asking, i am not begging - there is no time for either. ([reason] i am with you always, in war and peace, in hatred and in love. you are why i fight. i have spent years being beaten down, and you have, too, but it is your companionship that buoys me, brightens my darkness, makes this world worth it all. you are my reason. don't let me stop fighting.) (bon voyage) we have fought the good fight together, my friend. the war wages onward, but our assignments have changed, and we must part ways. i will carry every lesson you have taught me within me. the battlefield lies fallow until the footprints recede. the flowers are starting to bloom again and the colors are coming into focus. a part of me will always be drawn to you even as i leave you, even when you are long gone. travel well, my friend. may our battles not be in vain and may we both find rest. i hope i will see your face in peacetime.

[enha-sua]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] EN-DIARY PART THREE & FOUR !

three !

after eating , they got back into the car , making their way to the final destination , the house they’d be staying at.

“it looks like a house from a k-drama.” jungwon said , they all carried the boxes into the house , looking around. “this is a nice house.”

they sat the boxes down , making their way up to the second floor. “they have a claw machine.” she made her way over. “will it be set up right?” jungwon made a attempt , but failed. “let me try.” she said.

“it probably won’t work.” she moved the claw around , eyes sharp on a particular snack. “she’s so focused and for what?” sunoo asked , she laughed. “got it.”

“how are you so good at these?” jay asked , she shrugged opening the snack. “constant good luck.”

they went around the whole house , checking out everything before heading back to the first floor. “this is like my dream home.” she sat down in the chair next to sunoo , while they tried to call the other members. “they’re not answering.”

“they’re probably sleep.” she said , she was right to , they were all knocked out in the car.

she followed behind them to the backyard. “the pool feels nice.” she leaned down feeling the water. “it will be nice to swim in.”

“noona?” she turned , the boy was pointing the water gun at her. “jungwon i will push you into this water if you do such thing.” he laughed. “really , what is i push you first?”

“you’ll be coming inside with me.”

she sat down under the umbrella , watching them play catch , taking random pictures of the scenery.

she noticed jay sneaking up behind sunoo , he put his finger to his mouth signaling her not to say anything thing , quickly pulling out her phone to record , he slowly crept up on him. “i can’t wait to swim- ah!” jay pushed him , sending him screaming into the pool.

“oh my.” she snorted , all of them rolling over , clutching their stomachs laughing , watching the boy climb out the pool. “now i want to go swimming.” she wiped the tears from her eyes.

they all put on their swim suits , waiting for the rest of the guys to show up , deciding to use the karaoke machine while they wait , she sat at the table , finishing her snack from earlier , watching.

“they’re here.” she pointed out the window , waving. “hello.” sunghoon waved back , him and jake looked around before coming into the house. “you went swimming already?” he took a chip from her bag. “not yet , they wanted to wait for you guys , we just decided to change.”

she threw the waste into the bin , tying her hair up into a bun so it wouldn’t get into her face when it got wet.

she sat down on the side , dipping her feet into the water , watching jay swim back and forth pretending to be a diver, as everyone slowly came out to the back.

“put your hands up.” jay held the water gun at her. “wait , wait let me get one.” she quickly got , but he started shooting , water hitting her. “wait!” she shrieked , trying to fill up the gun , after she was successful she aimed , shooting back , chasing him around , both taking shots at each other.

sunoo jumped in , and they all began to chase each other with the guns , until they all got tired , crashing in different spots , she sat down on the ground.

she got back up , to refill her gun – that turned out to be a bad idea , because before she could stand up , she was suddenly pushed into the pool. “ah!”

she came to the surface , facing the person who did it. “yang jungwon , i told you i was gonna kill you!” she shrieked , he laughed , taking off as she climbed out of the pool.

“slow down.” heeseung warned the girl. “so you won’t fall.” she chased after the boy until he gave up , jumping into the pool. “i’m gonna get you back , i swear.” she said sitting down on the edge.

“don’t come any closer.” she kicked the water into heeseungs face. “i won’t forgive you if - please!” he grabbed a hold of her ankle , pulling. “heeseung!” she shouted as he pulled. “don’t fight it.” he laughed , she tried so hard but in the end , she failed and he pulled her into the water.

she resurfaced , wiping the water from her face , the laughter from his mouth making it hard for her to be upset. “i’m sorry.l she splashed him. “you’re laughing as you say it though.”

they all spent the rest of the evening swimming in the water , splashing and playing around with each other.

“let’s have a breathing contest.” she got a idea , smiling to herself , waiting for them all to go under water , acting like she was going to do the same , but quickly coming back up.

“i’m just gonna go shower first.” she climbed out of the pool. “i’ll let them fight over this now and figure it out later.” she laughed running into the house.

four !

she showered , putting on new clothes , before making her way outside. “i was the first one to shower , so now i’m waiting.”

and wait she did until they all made their ways outside one by one.

they had prepared a barbecue for them ; jay cut it up , handing it to jungwon who put it on the table. “thank you for the food.” they all dug into the different dishes.

some how the topic of the past came up , sending them into a spiral of talking about their past memories. “i don’t really have any memories as a trainee , i spent the whole time alone.” she said. “but i saw you a lot.” sunoo said. “me?” she was shocked , she didn’t remember that.

“i’d see you in the hallways , you’d be walking super fast , i always wondered where you were going.” she laughed. “that is embarrassing , why didn’t you say anything?”

“because you use to walk around with the most scariest glare ever , even after debut.” heeseung spoke up. “why does everyone say that , i don’t even remember it.”

“it’s sorta like this.” jay mimicked the face she always used to to. “that’s it , that’s really it.” everyone agreed , she cringed. “you don’t do it anymore , so it’s fine.” sunghoon scoffed. “yes she does , it’s just never directed to you sunoo.”

the conversation soon shifted into their promotions , then other random things , before they made their way inside to change into their pajamas.

they sat on the couches , her legs draped across heeseungs , singing different song on the karaoke machine.

“noona , here.” jungwon handed her a mic. “you never sing when we do these.” he picked out a song for her. “do this one.” she took the mic , reading the lyrics off the screen , singing.

after many rounds of karaoke they all felt themselves get tired , each making their way up the steps to the rooms.

she sat on the bed , watching them fight mosquitos , scrolling through her phone. “why are there so many?” she grimaced. “it’s insane.”

“turn your brightness down.” heeseung climbed into the bed next to her. “i won’t be able to see.” she said. “you’ll be fine.” she scoffed , turning it down. “you should go to bed anyway.

she mocked him ,and he flicked the phone out her hand , just as sunghoon turned the light off.

“yah, i almost cursed at you.”

©ENHA-SUA

[braindead94]

Class dismiss part 2

Holy cats, sorry for the late post. Heres the second part of Class dismiss. The rest is on my AO3 under the same name.

TW: mentions of violence, unwanted touches, denying orgasm, Doc getting *very* handsy ;)

You blinked your dry eyes against the oncoming wind as you were carried by Otto and his actuators stomped across the campus, one still wrapping around Miles Warren. You watched as the passersby screamed and ran away as Doc Ock actuators stomped over the pavement. You watched on as he made his way to the clock tower and climbed up it’s rusty colored brick walls.

“Let us roost here for the time being. I have a feeling we wouldn’t get very far on foot with all the ruckus we’ve made.” Said Ock in a casual manner as one would say parking near a coffee shop. He then lifted you up to the window of the clock tower and finally let you go out of his tight hold. You stumbled onto the floor, trying to gather your spider-senses (which was still screaming at you) and you looked around as Otto came in with Dr.Warren.

In the middle of the huge room was the bronze bell that will eventually be turned off now that people would see Doc Ock have put up camp here. The room was barren aside from a few cobwebs with the decor of old wooden floors and rusty red of exposed bricks. On one wall lay a wooden door, a possible escape, something that gave you a clearer focus on the matter at hand until an actuator shot out and crunched the door handle into a ball.

‘Shit shit shit shit shit shit!’ Was all you could think as you turned to see Octavius strolling in like he owned the place while his metal arms laid the older man onto the ground. He quickly looked to the other side of the room to look at the other window, peering out. His face looked stoic while his actuator then turned their attention towards you.

You scooted back as they ascended onto you, their claw heads tilting like curious dogs and leering like hungry lions. “G-get away from me!” You yelled at them, resisting your body reaction to punch each of them away from you like many times before then just crawl back down to the ground. Fuck, this was torturing! You should have changed into Spider-Girl already! You should have been fighting against this overgrown octopus's man minutes ago! 

The man in question finally returned his attention to you, thus making his arms to perk up and almost withdrawn back to him. His ‘friendly’ smile returned to his plump cheeks; his glasses glinted in the sunrays that managed to peek into the clock window. “I apologize for them my dear, but it’s not every day that they get to kidnap a pretty young lady.” 

Your body almost crumbled after those words. Your cheeks are heated up in the color of pink. ‘Wha…’ . “Um….” “Here, let us help you up.” One arm wrapped around your torso and lifted you up then carried you closer to its creator. You could only look back into your small reflection in Otto glasses as he leaned back a bit. One arm swirled around into a makeshift chair for him, and he sat, his height still an inch taller than you from his stance.

“Now that we have some time on our hands, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” he asked as if this was an interview. You blinked your dry eyes before looking away from his attractive face and down at the ground while fiddling with your fingernails. ‘Act scared, act demeanor like a mouse or something. Need to stall him until actual help comes in.’ You kept thinking.

One of the actuators, wirrering impatient for your answer, reached down and took your lanyard again. “Hey!” You shouted but could only be dragged forward as another examined your press badge. The thick eyebrows raised up as if he was the one reading it. “Ah, you work for the Daily Bugle?” “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. Really stuttering, not fake as you would do. Gah! Is this how Superman feels as Clark Kent?!

He smirked, dropping your badge and letting it fall back to your stomach. “Ah, so you are a reporter. Excited to take this golden opportunity to ask me some personal questions?” You shook your head no, now looking at your fingers. Shoot, it's time to start clipping them again. “No, I-I’m one of their photographers.” From the corner of your eye, you spotted one of the actuator claws slithering in your view as if trying to see your face. You turned your head away from it, only to accidentally show your bandaged side.

“And what happened here?” He asked, his baritone voice pitched high with concern as a gloved hand gently gripped your chin. 

You inhale as he pulls you closer to him between his knees as he examines your cheek. Your eyes widened as you looked back at him. “A small token from one of your daily assignments? Taking pictures of Spider-Girl, are we?” Your knees nearly buckled how this was happening, your mind going in a frenzy as you tried to think up something but your mouth beat you to it. 

“Yes, that’s my job. I t-take pictures of her a lot.” He hummed as an eyebrow raised in question, though not fully believing in your sentence. “Is that all you do? It must be very hard to get a good shot at her. Heh, Lord knows how my arms have tried to grab her.” He chuckled. His thumb smoothed over the medical cover up before he turned your head to look at your other side. His smile was warm as he finally let go of your chin, but not before patting your uninjured cheek softly.

“Well, hopefully that won't leave a scar. You have such a lovely face, you know?” You blushed hard. This was soooooo different then what he normally acts around you as Spider-Girl, where he was all boastful, cruel and always pissed off at every turn you make. Threatening you and everyone near you with death or life altering disabilities. Here, he’s more polite, treating this like he did back then in the lab. Fuck, he’s even flirting. He never did that-up until that goddamn kiss.

“Y-y-you must say-say that to all-all your-your hos-hos…” Your mouth felt full of cotton as you tried to play off his flattery, but you couldn’t form the words. 

You never imagine just how vulnerable you felt without your suit until now.

He chuckled again, seemingly amused how you act but picked up what you were trying to convey. “No, not every hostage I kidnap looks just as adorable as you are.” Your blinked as your skin turned redder while one actuator reached into his pocket in his trench coat and pulled out his *very* expensive looking phone. A little connector stuck out before it plugged itself into his phone.

“So, what brings you here? To take a few photos of Miles here?” You nodded. “Yes, one of my coworkers was-was an old friend of his and-and-” You were interrupted as you felt something cold and hard rubbing against your back. Like a cat rubbing it’s head against an arm. “Don’t mind Larry, he’s very affectionate.”

You blinked at him. “Wait, they have names?” His smile then showed teeth, his body turned excited like he’s been waiting for someone to ask him about his actuators. “They do. They each have their own personalities. Like Larry behind you is very emotional. He tends to act on urges rather than, well, reason. And Harry here,” the bottom actuator on his right lifted it’s head in greeting. “He’s more stoic than the rest. More grounded, I might say.”

The top left one shoved itself to your face and you flinched away from its bright light. “Moe there are more curious of the bunch, aren't cha buddy?” It let out an odd chirp and its prongs spun around. The last actuator stayed close to the scientist's head; his phone still plugged in. “Last but not least is Flo. She is my right-hand man, so to speak. If they start to argue with each other, she puts a stop to it.”

You stare at the metal arms, how they weave in the air and clack their claws occasionally. Otto talked about them as if they were his own flesh and blood. Your mind reeled back to all the fights you’ve had, rethinking how each of his actuators acted around you. ‘Now some things are starting to make sense.’ You think, as your interest peaked up. More questions arouse in your head before you remember your situation.

Otto hummed again and shifted in his chair; his face drawn as if he was trying to remember something. “Have we met before? I think I know you, but I just can’t put my finger on it.” You froze again. ‘Crap, what do I say? Do I lie? Can I get away from lying?’ Your fingers fiddle again before reaching a conclusion. ‘It was only a school trip, what use would he have from that encounter?’ 

“Ye-yes… um, do you remember-around 5 or 6 years ago, my newspaper club visited Oscorp for the day. I kinda barged into your lab to plug in my camra-” He slapped his knee as his face lit up in recognition. “Yes that’s right! I remember now! We actually have a clipping of that article from your school in the break room, thanks to Mesha.” His smile faded a bit as he looked off of you for a second. “I wonder if it’s still up there.” 

Flo let out a mini series of chirps and brings, Octavius eyebrows lifted up a bit before he changed his sitting position into a thinking one. After an awkward minute of silence (Larry was back to rubbing against your back, fully distracting you from planning an escape) before he nodded to Flo and she lowered back to his pocket, then tilted her head and lifted it up again. 

“My apologies, I was just telling her about something.” “Wait- you can talk to them-can they speak?” He smiled, not a polite or a fake one you’ve seen him use for other encounters, but a genuine one. “You know, for a photographer, you do ask an awful lot of questions. Trying to become an interviewer instead?”

You shook your head, realizing how more at ease he was making you feel. ‘Wow, what is happening?’ “No sir-” “Please,” He grasped your hands with his gloved ones as an old friend would do. “Call me Otto. How are you really doing? I hope life has been kinder to you than to an old man like me.”

“Well…. as you can see, I work at the Daily Bugle. I take photos and…. Um…” Your mind returned back to your thoughts about your daily life as yourself and immediately felt ashamed for not having the most exciting ‘normal’ life. Flo mechanical werr turned into a questioning tone and you saw a brief flashes on the phone.

Octavius reached for it and looked at the screen. “Hold on, you took these photos? I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before but seeing these,” He held it up to your hands and you gently took it and glanced at it. It was a collection of all of the pictures you’ve taken as Spider-Girl on the Bugle website. 

“It looks incredible! How did you manage to take them? Is that what happened yesterday with that birdbrain who calls himself a genius?” “You mean Vulture? Yeah, I… got a bit too close to the action.” You didn’t lie, you were too close to Tooms. When you punched his stupid face-

His face of friendliness turned into a look of concern as he put the phone away while Larry pushed you closer until Otto placed his hands on your cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed as Moe gently took his sunglasses off. You saw his big eyes actually looked worried, darting from your eyes to your cheek again. “How are you not dead from all those encounters? Do you ever fear for your life?”

Your mouth went slack as soon as he touched your face. His hands were so gentle, cradling your head. Soooooooo vastly different from when he threw punches at you, hitting your sides with a pipe when he got a chance or something equally as damaging. ‘Why-why is he so fucking worried about me? What did I do to make him act this way?’  “We-well, yeah but somebody’s gotta do it-” “It doesn't make it right for you to put your own life at risk just for one take. How on Earth do you ever get so close to it all? Is that pest of an arachnid aware of your endeavors?”

‘Well, okay then.’ You shifted your feet only to stand still when you felt a cold actuator worm around your bare legs. ‘What do I say now?! “I-I-I can’t disclose that information.” You stutter out without thinking.

That got him to sit up straighter, his curious expression was back on again as his teeth peeked from his small smile. “Oh? Are you in contact with her?” 

‘FUCK!!’ 

You started to wiggle in their grasp.“Pl-please just l-l-let me go-go.” You whimpered while raising your hands over his huge, gloved hands to pry them away off your face. He did so, but still looked on at you with that ever-thinking look. Larry, however, did not let you go but Moe decided to hover closer to your face with a tilted claw.

“It’s…. Really embarrassing… she had saved me a bunch of times. I-I’m just good at… my job.” You explained, looking down. You try to shove or at least push the offending actuator out of your face. 

He didn’t say anything. His face became stoic as his eyes looked at your shivering form. Your gut clinched in fear as your spider-sense started to buzz a bit. In your state of mind, it dawned on you that he might already suspect you being Spider-Girl. He does have 4 other minds that could suggest that to him already. What would happen if he found out while you were stuck here?

Goddamn it, when will you learn to lie better?!

Otto finally smiled and his body relaxed a bit along with your spider-sense almost dissipated. Almost, and that still kept you on edge. “Very well, keep your secrets, my dear. I understand the importance of ones job.” Larry released your legs while Flo placed his phone into his pocket.

Your eyes darted to her as she raised up. ‘Wait, what is he planning? Why isn’t he planning an escape? Is he waiting for something? Or someone?’ “Well, what about your family? How are they?”

You blinked, now focused on your never-ending questions about this whole ordeal. “My Uncle Lenny is fine. It’s just me and him against the world.” “Oh? No parents? I’m sorry-” “Don’t be,” Taken aback how genuine sorry he sounded, you explained. “They are total assholes who didn’t want to have kids yet just… popped me out and-well, treated me like a toy or something. Like an accessory or something.” 

“That’s very disgusting and cruel of them. You must have an amazing uncle.” A real smile lighted up your face, a small one but still real as you thought about how Lenny took you in after CPS rescued you from an abandoned house at only the ripe age of 5. 

He fed you, raised you, taught you important things about life or anything related to car fixings…

You felt Otto's hand under your chin again and your mind went pack to the present. He looked pleased when you looked back at him. “There we go, you look much better when you smile.”

That almost made you smile more, but your questioning kept you at arms. ‘When will the police come?! Why hasn’t he called a ride?!’ 

“A-are you waiting for something to happen? Are we just go-going to hang out here?” ‘What if he’s really going to kidnap Dr.Warren? What if he kidnaps me?!’ “Oh, I figured we just ‘hang loose up in the bell tower’. That’s what kids these days say, right?” He joked. Harry and Larry wirred, joining in with his joke. “Ye-yeah…” You glanced at the window, now only hearing a slight commotion. Then you felt your old phone buzzing in your skirt pocket.

Before you could react to it, Harry dove in and snatched it out. “HEY!” You yelled ratcheting out as he retreated back, your fingers just touching the metal arm when Moe wrapped himself around your chest and arms down. 

“Please don’t-” You yelled before Flo clamped something soft onto your mouth. Your screams were muffled as you were slightly raised up in the air as Octavius accepted the phone. He took one look at the old, beat up flip phone before he glanced up at you with a ‘really’ look.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen this type of phone. Your boss must not be paying you enough for an upgrade, isn’t he?” His baraton filled with amusement before he casually and a bit too hard flipped the phone open and answered it.

“Hello, Dr.Octavius speaking.” His voice changed from friendly to business-no, not really business… more like he was as Doc Ock. Sinister and callus. You try to move your arms outward but are once again reminded that you are not in your suit. And how painful the actuators are when they squeeze. “Oh, no I’m afraid that Miss.L/n is tied up at the moment,” He looked at you with the corner of his eye and gave you a wink. 

You totally did not feel something in your belly. Nope.

The scientist stood up and slowly paced in the room. “Don’t worry, she’s alright as well as Miles Warren here. My demands? Well, for starters, I want a helicopter to be delivered here as our ride, along with a briefcase of a million dollars inside.” 

He then walked over to a window, and you saw in a tiny peek that there was a huge crowd of people, students, teachers, even a few news crews were standing by. “I want it to be delivered in about…. 37 minutes.” ‘37 minutes? That’s a very odd specific time… What the fuck is he planning? Does he have a secret scheme going on? What else is happening on this campus?’ You think while looking back at the old man on the floor.

 All he did was snore away. “No more, no less. I do believe there is an airport nearby that can spare one.” You heard the person on the other line arguing with him, nearly shouting at him that caused Otto to chuckle. Since you’ve gotten a bit closer, you would hear how familiar that angry voice sounded.

“Well then, perhaps you don’t need your pretty photographer.” Fear gripped your stomach when he looked back at you. His eyes were once again filled with enjoyment, but now joined in with the same look he had when he dared you to kiss him. Your spider-sense tingle again.

“Shame, I’ve seen her photos and I’ll even admit,” Moe brought you over to him, still gagged and wrapped in their metal coils. “She has a good eye for art.” He gave you a smile, more twisted than his friendly one, one where it showed teeth and his eyes glinted with a craving.

The voice on the other end let out a sigh and muttered something. That got Otto to smile wider as he raised a hand up and stroked your uninjured cheek. The spider-sense gently buzzed harder and you cursed again for not escaping to dress up as Spider-Girl when you had the chance. 

“Wonderful. I’ll be ready for your generous offer. We’ll be waiting very anxiously for it to arrive.” With a click and a hard snap of the phone, he tosses it onto the wooden floor with no hesitation. “That was your boss at the other end. He sounds absolutely delightful to work for.” You only glared at him through your tilted glasses and some fallen hair strands.

“Oh come now, don’t give me that look. Not when we were having such a lovely conversation.” He said with a mockery hurt in his voice as he straightened your glasses before Flo removed your gag. You spat out leftover saliva to your side (don’t want to upset the great and powerful calamari here) as you try to keep up with the scared act. “Gah, I-I-I would be more grateful if-if you let me down now…..please.” 

Otto hummed and eyed at the actuator who only tightened you in his grip a bit, causing you to grunt. “Sorry, it seems to me that Moe has also grown an attachment for you as well. Funny, they never liked another person this fast before.” His dark eyes glinted again at you. “You’ve really made a good impression on us.”

A shiver trickled up your spine like thousands of tiny spiders crawling up your back when he said ‘us’. You couldn't help but ask “Do you really hear their thoughts? Can they talk to you?” You remember reading about the thing that was supposed to stop that from happening… What was that called?!

“Did your accident have something to do with your… mind chip? Is that how you can hear them?” Octavius' eyebrows lifted up again, surprise and delight washed over his face. “Oh, so you’ve heard about that, huh. Well, the Neutral Inhibitor Chip is a small device that allows me to take full control over my actuators here. 

“What I didn’t take into account was that their AI would adapt over time. They are very much like children, they grow as they learn about the world around them or from me. I would allow them to look into my past if they are curious enough about a certain part of myself.” He explained as he strolled around the bronze bell. 

“Perhaps it was the electricity that changed them to be like that.” A dark look shadowed over his face as he looked on with a grim look in his eye. Not quite angry, but something else entirely wicked. “Perhaps I should thank Spider-Girl for helping create my beauties.”

Your spider-sense spiked up a bit before he turned back to you and it almost faded again, but not quite gone. 

You remembered that day, you were just patrolling when you saw an ambulance pass by. You were Spider-Girl for only a few months and you already picked up on police activities fast. You saw his fusion collider was failing and you were quicker to stop it. You remember how Otto yelled at you to stay away from it, how he had it all under control. You didn’t listen, just followed your senses and pulled the plug. 

In return, there was a spark of lighting that zapped around the room and hit the poor scientist square in the back. You looked over at him and noticed how his skin fused with his metal harness, how badly hurt he looked with the whites of his eyes nearly taking over his pupils and the lightning scars on his back.

Dr.Otto Octavius disappeared from the hospital that very same day and left a pile of doctors and nurses that were torn and split apart. Soon after, Doc Ock appeared and became a permanent super criminal on the Avengers list.

Guilt riddled your conscience. Fuck, you’ve forgotten how much he’s changed since from day you’ve first met him. ‘If only I looked for a better option, maybe I could have saved him from this life of crime. Maybe if he lets me just look at the chip, I can see how broken it really is and ask Reeds or Stark or someone smart to help fix him.’

“I’ve read about that day and… I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sure she didn’t mean for it to happen.” You said, genuinely feeling sorry for him in both ways. He only looked back at you with a small smile and a huff. “I have no doubt she didn’t mean it, my dear girl. In fact-” You stopped him by blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“Is your Inhiber chip still broken?” He blinked as all three actuators raised up to look you in the eyes while you felt Moe wrapped himself around you more. A sheet of sweat started to form on your forehead. “I-I mean, erm-if your-they are in your thoughts-not that I’m saying that’s a bad thing-but if you are just… hearing them all the time, wouldn’t it be so… annoying? Like, having four people talking in your head all the ti-time?”

Otto smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh while the actuators did a small twirl with their claws. He reached up to brush your stray hairs out of your face before landing on our cheek. “Dear Y/n, are you really worried about me? Thinking that I’m under control of MY actuators?” His tone was light but the question sounded threatening. Before you could retort, Moe lowered you on the ground and released you, but never backed off.

“Here,” He said, turning around. “Take a look and see how damaged it is.” Your heart pumped at how casual he is at turning your back. It only made you curse yourself for not changing into your spider suit and taking up this opportunity to tie him down. But this was as good as anything if it meant helping him.

You stepped up and, seeing just how fucking tall he is (again, that seemed to elude you) you raised yoursefl on your toes and craned your neck to look at his. Otto's dark brown hair mixed with red was in the way (a good thing too that it grew out into that fluffy look, that bowl haircut did NOT look good on him) so you rested your hands on his shoulder blades first to study yourself. 

He let out a soft sigh and you remembered seeing a picture of the spinel of the harness and how it connects the wearer's own spine by injecting metal needles. ‘Fuck, I can see it through the thick ass coats he’s got on, isn’t he hot? Jesus, the man must be in agony from all of this. Wait, I could have hurt him from kicking his back. This man is constantly walking in pain!’ “Am-am I hurting you, Dr- sorry, Otto?”

“No my dear, it just feels good to have my back being massaged with human handst.” Harry pushed your elbow up, signaling you to continue to look at the chip. Flo rested on your shoulder, making you jump a bit but continued. You take advantage of it and raised your fingertips to brush aside his hair and pull down the back of his coat collar and see-

Your heart stopped beating as your eyes widened.

The air around you turned thin as your skin went cold.

There on the back of his neck, lay an unbroken, slightly grimy but still clean, pristine Inhibitor Chip.

All of those times where he stole from banks… all those times he threatens lives and have taken them… everything he’s planned against all the heroes in New York and against the world, all the single cruel and villainous things he’s done-

His actuators never corrupted his mind, he did it all with a clear head.

“Does that satisfy your answer, Y/n?” He asked, turning around to look down at you. You stepped back-at least trying to step back until Moe wrapped himself around you again, this time joined by Larry around your waist. Your heartbeat was pounding against your ribcage at this point, causing your body to react as if it was in danger.

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, calm the fuck down Y/n! They can read heartbeats! If they see yours, he’ll thin-’ “Is something wrong, my dear? Your heart rate is rising faster.” You looked up at him, who only looked back with a questioning look but still looked as if he knew the answer, now with tears almost peeking out of your eyes from the revelation.

The evil scientist stood with his hands in his pockets, collected, at ease. His handsome, black eyes bore into yours, in contrast of both friendliness and something dark lurking around the shadows. Like a wolf waiting.

Your mouth felt numb as you tried to talk back. “I-I-I-I’m just,” you wiggle in the actuator's embrace before continuing. “I just want to be put down. I’m n-n-not really comfortab-le-le like th-this…” You trailed off as he brushed through your hair again. He took a moment to think as he eyed Moe and Larry, maybe talking with his metal helpers before he shook his head no. “I apologize for your discomfort, but they just really like holding onto you. A bit like… holding a teddy bear.”

“But you-you can control them, right?” Desperation riddled your voice, your eyes darting around the place to focus on, to think of a way out. “Can’t you just-” the actuators started to hum, their inner workings vibrating with a gentle warmth growing from them. Ottos smile grew a bit when the sound filled the air. “There now, doesn’t that feel better? It works wonders for my back and, heh, some other activities.” He whispered with a dark tone.

You bit your upper lip to hold in the whimpers in your voice, your brows furrowed in concentration as the warmth spread throughout your body, lulling you into feeling good. Feeling loose, feeling-

‘Oh no, please don’t….’ Your thighs rubbed together, just between your legs, you felt something slick in your underwear. ‘Shit, I canNOT be turned on, FUCK!’ Your cheeks blushed with humiliation as you turned your head away but Octavius grabbed your chin to turn it back to him. Moe and Larry brought you closer to him as an offering while he and the other two looked on like leering vultures.

That bastard looked at you now with a changed look, his huge eyes glinted in the same look he had before with a wicked smile showing teeth. Back when he kissed you as Spider-Girl

“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?” You held in a whine as sweat trickled down your neck. He continued on. “Try all your might to not answer, but my actuators can pick up heart rates and heat signatures.” His face loomed closer to yours until his lips grazed your ear. “And you, my dear, are just radiating with heat.”

You felt his other hand land on your lower back, gently rubbing it in small circles. Moe and Larry started to squeeze and unsqueeze with precise practice over your most sensitive parts that almost made you gasp for air, especially when Larry wrapped himself more around your waist and hips. Otto chuckled before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Still denying yourself to let go? Don’t be ashamed, red looks so alluring on you.” 

You blinked your eyes shut, refusing to let your panic go and use your super strength to pry yourself out of this-this weird bondage and swing away. A moan was finally let out in a soft whisper, but you felt the scientist smile against your face.

“There we go, come on darling. Don’t be shy, no one will hear you. Well, no one of importance at the moment.” His lips trailed up to your lips, and your head jerked back with remembrance from last time. “N-no! Please, Otto-sir- I don’t-” Otto didn’t let you finish before his plump lips devoured yours. You shut your eyes as pleasure grew in your core while you felt your glasses taken off from Flo. His hands held your head softly as he deepened the kiss.

This was so much different than the last time. When he let you control it and went along with it. Now, he kisses as if you were the last woman on earth. His tongue slipped between your lips and dominated yours, sucking on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

This was becoming too much, as your body began to wiggle in a frenzy, only for the actuators to tighten their hold on you. He finally broke away and looked down at you leaving you gasping for air. Your spidey-senses were now screaming, yelling with hysteria as his eyes bored into yours.

“P-P-Please stop this, Otto. Pl-please let me go.” You pleaded. Fuck trying to act brave or pretend to be scared, this was getting too real. He only shook his head no again as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks. “Oh how could I when my sweeties have grown to like you. They tell me how much they want you with us, and I’m inclined to agree with them.”

Your heart beated in terror. “Bu-but you pro-promised-” “I never specify that I’ll give up BOTH of you, did I? And besides, how could I possibly deny them what they want?” You felt the bottom actuator-Harry claw pincers tenderly scratching your scalp as hairstyles would do. It would have felt wonderful if it wasn’t done by a machine. Or up here in the bell tower. Or being held by Octavius.

One of his hands hovered over his trusty actuators and over where your front of your skirt was. Larry parted so his gloved fingers grazed over the fabric freely, right at your crotch level. You whined (for him to stop or from WANTING him to continue on, you didn’t know) “I think we have just enough time to turn this little meeting into a fun activity-” He froze, his face became blank before he turned around in the bell room. 

Flo was stretching out to peering over the window and making little or few noises. Immediately Larry and Moe released you and you plopped to the ground, but not before you were wrapped in his arms again. Your body was still in the fucking hot haze, nearly making you weak in the knees if Otto wasn’t hold you up.

The rest of the actuators raised up in a pose like a striking snake, ready for an attack as they looked on at the window Flo was at. Still feeling breathless from what Octavius was going to do, and to keep your secret identity in check, all you could so was stare haplessly in his arms wrapped around you as you try to see what the fuck was up with them.

“I’m afraid it’s no use to hide anymore, Sue. Might as well show yourself and surrender if you like.” Said Octavius, now more like Doc Ock. Your nerves nearly collapsed in relief as Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman appeared walking from the window in her shiny, blue uniform. She only stares at your captive with a hardened glare and yet mixed with sadness inside her bright blue eyes.

You looked at her with a hidden smile as you remembered meeting her for the first time as a herol, amazed at this beautiful woman with small laughing lines and gray strands that made her blond hair pop out more. She was kind and welcoming when you (accidentally) crashed your villain of the week into FF headquarters. While you didn’t show your real face to them, you did become buddy-buddy with The Human Torch.

“Otto, let's not do this. You are better than this.” Said Sue as she walked towards you two. Immediately, Larry whipped out to Dr.Warren (you cursed yourself for forgetting about him as you were too busy being manhandled by Mr.Eight arms) and widened his claws to let out a sharp knife out and posed over his sleeping, snoring body.

She stopped, eyeing at the sleeping doctor before looking at you, warmth radiating from them. “It’s going to be okay, honey. I promise you’ll go home safe tonight.” Otto chuckled with his famous dark tone in his voice as his flesh arms tighten over your waist and torso. “Ah yes, ‘promise’. How did that work out with the last one your team had? Oh, I forgot to ask, how is your husband doing? I can’t imagine the state of his mind after losing that poor girl. Tell me, did you deliver the news to her parents or did he have to?”

Sue's eyes narrowed at him as her loose, blonde hair rippled as you felt her second power becoming activated. “Let. Them. Go. Octavius. I will not repeat myself the second time.” She said with the deadliest voice you’ve ever heard her use with a sneer on her face.

Larry looped himself around your legs but never tightened, showing her what he was capable of. Your breathing becomes faster, now knowing how the hostages you’ve saved over the years felt in the arms of a villian. 

God this was humiliating!

“And what will you do, dear Stormy, if I don't comply with your request?” She just stood there but whipped out a force disk out of the window and it let out a sickening pop. He looked confused before Moe let out a squeak and he shoved you out of the way. 

You fell on the wooden floor as heat began to fill in the room. “Hey hey hey! Who ordered the pizza with extra spicy pepperoni?” Your face lit up as you heard the familiar voice behind you. You turned to see Johnny hovering near Otto and his actuators curling around him protectively. He did not look amused. “Ah, brilliant move on your part. Burn the college beloved bell tower and ruin what’s left of your ‘shiny’ image.” Was all he said with a deadpan voice.

The man on fire turned to you and gave you a wink. “Sorry I didn’t get here fast enough, but wanna go out later? I know I’m on fire, but I can still hit your hydrant.” You gaufed at his stupid pick up line (and definitely not falling for this dork). You’ll have to look up some fire related pick-up lines to get back at him later.

Doc Ock sneered at Johnny and two of his actuators lashed out at him, punching him out of the tower. You watched on when you felt something smooth and cool underneath you. Looking down you saw that Sues force-thingie had raised you up. You looked back up at her as she did the same for Miles. “It’s okay, I’m just going to lift you up into the air and back to the ground. Just close your eyes if you're afraid of heights.” She said in her famous motherly tone.

You nodded okay as you were both lifted out of the room and into the fresher air. Looking down immediately, you saw a huge crowd, looking on with widened eyes and holding up phones (that was probably live streaming everything) being blocked by the crowd blockers and other cops, while most of the said cops were standing at the base of the tower. 

There were also a few EMTs who jumped at the chance to examine any damages on you. You were about to let them until you remember your hidden cuts from Vulture was still healing (and also did NOT want them to find out how close you were to…er, ecstasy) so you deny them from their open help, directing all of their medical attention on Dr.Warren, who was just sleeping.

Cool, now to get your damn suit on!

You pushed past the cops who tried to tell you to stay put and calm down after facing a  “traumatizing experience”. Oh it was traumatizing, but probably not what they think of. Robbie called out from the crowd and to your relief when you saw him, he held your backpack with both arms.

He explained to the officers he was a friend and will take care of you, wanting to take you far away from this area as soon as possible. A slew of people ran up to you and asked you a bunch of questions, mainly what it like was being kidnapped by Doc Ock, if he revealed his plans, or if his arms were actually alive or machine. One student yelled out if he was as hot close up as he was in the pictures.

You wanted to smack him upside the face for that.

Robbie just shoved them out of the way while guiding you further away from the bell tower. You could still hear the fighting taking place behind you, growing fainter and fainter as the black reporter managed to sneak you into a building where more students came rushing out. 

There was a speaker going on, announcing a fight had begun on campus and had everyone evacuate the premises. That causes you to raise an eyebrow. ‘Why is Robbie taking me into a building? It is a shortcut to his car-wait, why do I want to go to his car when Johnny and Sue need help?’ You pondered as he stopped in the middle of a hallway.

“Okay, Y/n, I’m going to make another call to John and tell him that you're safe.” He handed you your backpack. With a wave of renewed energy of adrenaline, you grabbed the pack and was about to pull away when the middle-age man placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Looking into his soulful eyes, which was filled with concern and… also a secret knowledge about something. “Why don't you go destress in that room over there? And don't worry about your equipment, I’ve checked inside to see if your camera was safe.”

With a sharp inhale, your eyes widen as you put two and two together. All Robbie did was give you a soft smile and continued “Your camera is undamaged, but I think you need some time to ‘modify’ your outfit before going back out there. I think Spider-Girl is going to make an appearance soon.”

You couldn’t help it, but your body was shaking as a feeling of a great weight was lifted off your shoulders. As in part of you was relieved from something stressful. You nodded, trying not to cry, and also wanting to give him a great big hug as you stepped back. “And when this is all over, I’m still treating you to that shake and burgers later.” 

You laughed, it was haughty and filled with ease as you turned to dart away into the room he said (which was a closet) and quickly began to change. ‘Holy shit, holy shit-I-wow! Oh my god!’ was running through your mind as you swapped out your casual clothing and changed into your (very smelly) suit with record timing.  You praised your past self for packing extra underwear incase of periods.

Thoughts of thanking him over and over again kept your body shaking at the notion that he knew who you were. Ecstatic was the word, now grateful that at least another person in this world knows of your secret and it’s the person who you trust.

If only it was that easy to tell Uncle Lenny…..

With a exhale, you slipped on the mask and stepped out as Spider-Girl, ready to take on Doc Ock….. that you’ve kissed on the lips the last time you’ve met him as Spider-Girl-fuck.

“Spider-Girl! Thank God you’re here!” Said Robbie with the most exaggerated surprise you’ve ever heard someone say. Turning to look at him, you made a dramatic ‘hero’ pose with hands on your hips and said with a deep voice. “Yes, indeed! I am here! Now, show me where the danger is!” He almost laughed at how fucking ridiculous you sounded, just muffled it away with his hand and pointed to the door.

With a jolt of adrenaline rushing through your veins again, you stepped out to run to the door, to the outside, to where Ock was fighting and….

You paused when you rethink his whole ‘scheme’. Robbie walked up beside you with confusion on his face. “Hey, is something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head as you talked out loud. “It’s not like him, you know? To just-barge into a college where he just kidnaps Miles and a random woman and hunkers down in the bell tower. He had plenty of time to run away-fuck! He could have gotten a getaway driver ready for him!

“This isn’t like Octavius' genius level of thinking, this is just plain stupid!” You crossed your arms to think, almost started to pace. “Like-like, he did all of this and for what? All this did was having class canceled, creating damage and causing a disturbance in the whole damn place! Like a TikTok prankster who hurts people for clout!”

Something clicked. “Wait, he’s doing this for attention…” Robbie's eyes widen, nodding along with you. “But from what, exactly? What else is going on in this school?” He wondered. You looked around the empty hallway, thinking that there must be some sort of clue until you noticed a bulletin board filled with colorful pages with todoring for hires, massage from clubs and-

You looked closer at one blue paper that was nearly hidden away. “No way…” You ripped it out and looked at it closer. 

On it read,

“To all the scientists club members, please remember to wear protective gear to the next meeting. We will be dealing with a rare and *extremely* valuable project that will be part of the following classes as follow-”

You stopped reading and patted your pockets until you remembered your old flip phone was still in the bell tower.

After being thrown onto the ground.

And probably getting flamed on as well.

“Fuck-Robbie! Look up what the science club is looking into-” “I’m on it!” He said you turn to see him already typing away on his phone. “Ohhhhkay, got it! They are conducting an experiment on an old meteorite that landed years ago in 1998, called it Petes meteorite. Cute. A chunk of it was gifted to this school as is rumored to have some hidden elements of-I can’t pronounce that word, damnnit.”

Thinking back to Otto when Flo was going through his phone, it dawned on you. “He’s a distraction while he has someone stealing it for him! Tell the police!” You yelled as you sprinted off.

Only to walk back to the board and look to see if there was a map of the campus, reading it, THEN sprinting off to the club.

It only took you a minute to run around campus (and forcing yourself to ignore how much the fighting got, and along with people calling out to you) and find the building where the meteorite was. As expected, it was empty when you barged in. Looking around, you saw the room where the club held thanks to a metal sign engraved onto a wall and ran inside.

Only to see two metal men holding up a rock inside a thick dome.

“Oh hey! You’ve found my pet rock! I’m so sorry, Rocky likes to wander off sometimes.” You called out as you webbed it out of their hands and into yours. They started to yell out obscenities and pulled out guns attached to their armor but you only shot out gobs of sticky webs that will make it a NIGHTMARE to get out of their suits.

Well, maybe for the police or whoever’s in charge. You held the dome with one hand as you-damn it, you forgot about your old phone. Shit. Wait- “Hey! Do you mind if I use your phone really quickly? I have to call in a friend.” You asked, not really taking in their answer as you snatched one of their belts off and going through the pockets.

“Thank you so much. I know it’s not like me to just use someone elses phone, but I lost mine, you see and-oh damn dude, you didn’t even put in a password? If you ever get out of this whole thing, you NEED to put in a password, that shit will save your ass in the future.” You chatted, ignoring how the mans eyes glared daggers into your masked face while you dialed Johnny. 

“Wait, you memorized someone's phone number? How old are you, Spider bitch?” Asked the second man in the metal suit with way too many skulls on it. “Same age as my tongue and older than my teeth.” All that did was made him look super confused, but you paid him no mind.

You waited for a bit, silently tapping your foot to break the silence until the Human Torch answered. “Heeeeyyyy now's not a good time, dude! I’m trying to fry up some calamari but Ocks arms are surprisingly heat resistant, and are stranger than I thought it would be-” “Yeah, I know hotstuff, I told you before how strong those fuckers are. Liston, What he’s doing is fake. He’s only a distraction while he hires these-who are you guys?”

“We’re the Metal men.” You blinked at them before going back to the conversation. “He hired these dudes who ripped off DC heroes' names to steal a meteorite with hidden properties. I have it right here, so if you wanna tell him that I got Pete, he’ll know he's finished.”

“Wait, who's Pete?” 

“The rock-trust me he’ll know.” You hear Sue yelling at Johnny to stop talking on the phone but he just yelled at Doc Ock about you holding Pete. There was a brief moment of silence on everyone's part before you heard Otto yelled out something in rage before something exploded.

“What the-are you guys okay?!” You yelled, walking over to the doors (and making the ‘metal men’ straining to hear more of what’s going on). Johnny replied with a loud coughing. “We-we’re fine, but he dropped a bomb on us. A smoke bomb, like really smelly-” You hear him puking as Sue yelled out to the crowd if they saw where Doc Ock ran off too.

Somehow, no one saw him….

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Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! I LOVE getting requests. They’re always welcome and I enjoy this challenge. This one was outside my comfort zone, an angsty fic featuring Sebastian! I think it turned out well.

I’ll Never Stop Fighting For You

She’d made a mistake. That was clear now. But it was too late.

“What do you intend to do with it?” She was back under the school, looking at professor fig. Sweet professor fig, the man who’d mentored her, taken her under his wing.

“No one needs this much power. If I leave it here, how long will it be before another genocidal maniac tries to take it?”

His face fell as he absorbed the meaning of her words. “You can’t.”

“I have to!” She screamed at him. “Never again! This ends now!” The memory became flooded with red. She saw Fig’s face twist up in horror.

“NO!” She bolted upright in the bed, her whole body shaking and sweating.

“CHRIS! What’s wrong?” Sebastian bolted up beside her. She’d given up sleeping in her dorm. They’d unofficially moved into the undercroft. Ominis understood that she couldn’t sleep alone and gave them their space.

“I’m fine.” She gasped, her breathing labored.

“Chris, it’s alright, I’m here with you.”

“I SAID I’M FINE!” Sebastian saw her eyes flash red for a moment. It was happening too often.

“Ok.” He said quietly.

“I need some air.”

“Chris, it’s two AM, I don’t think-“ he stopped when he saw her hazy red glare. “Be careful.”

Christina changed out of her pajamas and grabbed her cloak and her wand. She stomped out of the undercroft and began heading for the nearest exit.

“Chris, you’ve gotta stop doing this. I can’t overlook it anymore.” She heard Leander’s voice behind her.

“Just let me go, Prewett.”

“Chris, they know I’m letting you get away with things and they’re going to take my prefects badge.”

“Really, Prewett? Really? I’m SO SORRY you’ll lose your stupid nark badge! It really is the most important thing isn’t it? Nothing else matters but your fucking badge!” She didn’t care that it was 2 AM as she shouted at him in the hallway.

“I’m worried about you, Chris! You leave at all hours of the night and come back bloody and bruised! Yes, I’m a prefect, but I’m also your friend and I won’t let you go!” His heart ached seeing his friend suffer like this. Her eyes began glowing red.

She didn’t even mean to do it. She barely twitched her finger. It didn’t matter. Leander was knocked off his feet and slammed into the wall.

“PREWETT!” She rushed towards him. “Oh my god! What did I do? I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!”

His head was bleeding, but he was conscious. And the terror in his eyes broke her heart.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial of wiggenweld she always carried. She extended it to him gently. “Please forgive me.” She sobbed and then took off at a run.

She didn’t know where she was going to go, but she had to get away from here. She couldn’t hurt anyone else. The fear in Leander’s eyes would haunt her. He’d tried to help her and she could have killed him. She ran until her lungs burned and then she ran some more.

She ended up in the middle of the forbidden forest. She thought about everything leading up to this point. Ranrok, the keepers, the trials, the death, the pain…it flashed like a slideshow in her brain until everything was tinged with red.

And then she exploded.

She let out a primal scream as waves of ancient magic pulsed through her entire body. Trees were cracking, the ground shook, lightning struck. She blacked out and woke up in a pile of destruction. And then she burst into tears.

Christina hadn’t come back last night. That wasn’t unusual lately, but it didn’t mean Sebastian liked it. He decided to go to gryffindor and see if anyone had seen her.

“Sebastian!” He heard Prewett call out to him.

“Not now, Prewett!” He turned and his jaw dropped. “Merlin’s beard! What happened to you?!” Leander’s head was bandaged and he still had dried blood caked on him.

“Last night…Chris was leaving. I tried to stop her and she got really angry with me. Her eyes turned red like they do sometimes and then she…well, she threw me into a wall.”

“Holy shit.” Christina loved Prewett (for reasons that were unclear to him) and would never hurt him.

“Then they looked normal again and she looked horrified. She gave me wiggenweld and ran off. I shouldn’t have let her, I should have tried to stop her.”

“And get yourself killed? No.” He took a deep breath. “Has anyone seen her?”

“No. And I didn’t tell anyone what happened. I was going to get Garreth, Ominis, and you to help me look.”

“Thank you. I’m going to look outside the school, you guys look here. You know her spots.”

“We’ll find her, Sebastian.” Prewett said seriously, looking him in the eyes. Sebastian nodded in response and took off.

Once he got outside the school, there was a clear trail of destruction. Broken trees, cracked pavement, burn marks on the ground…the damage grew as he entered the forest.

He followed the trail deeper into the forest until he saw her. She was on her hands and knees, sobbing.

“Chris!” He shouted and ran towards her. She looked up in shock.

“What are you doing?! You can’t be here!”

“I came to get you, it’s alright.” He reached for her and she shoved him back.

“No, it’s not alright! Look at this! Look at what I did!” She screamed. “I nearly killed one of my best friends last night! I can’t control this anymore, Sebastian! It’s too dangerous! Go away before I hurt you too!”

“We can get through this together, Chrissy. You didn’t give up on me. I’m not going to give up on you.”

“Why won’t you just listen to me?! Go!” Her eyes were starting to glow.

“I’m not leaving without you.” He said firmly.

“Yes. You. ARE!” Her eyes were glowing more intensely than he’d ever seen them. He rolled out of the way as a red blast burned past him.

“I don’t want to fight you, Christina!” He rolled out of the way of another blast. “Depulso!”

The only thing it seemed to do was piss her off more. She screamed and he saw the clouds beginning to form. He cast protego just in time as lightning bolts struck the shield, which wavered from the attack. “DEPULSO!” If he could just hit her hard enough to knock sense into her without hurting her, they’d be alright.

She screamed again and the ground beneath his feet began cracking. He sprinted out of the path as waves of red magic shined through the cracks. He watched in horror (and amazement) as Chris picked up a fallen tree with her magic and launched it at him. It was too big to dodge entirely and the branches tore through his skin. He hissed in pain but knew it was just a surface wound.

“Christina, please! I love you and I know you don’t want to do this!” He depulso’d a rock she’d flung at him. “Remember the good things, Chris! Snuggling in the undercroft, drinking butterbeers with Ominis, doing whatever the hell you do with Prewett!”

She didn’t seem to even be breaking a sweat as she summoned a barrage of lightning bolts to strike him. His protego was barely strong enough to deflect the lighting.

He had no choice. He had to stop her. “BOMBARDA MAXIMA!” The powerful explosion shot out of his wand. She’d been about to launch another boulder at him and didn’t have time to deflect it.

It struck her square in the chest.

“CHRISTINA!” He screamed and ran towards her. He saw her crumpled form on the forest floor, surrounded by smoking embers. She wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, Chris, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, please don’t leave me like this!” He was sobbing as he cradled her in his arms. “I can’t live without you!”

Her eyes fluttered open, a light blue with no trace of red magic whatsoever. She let out a soft cry of pain and he helped her sit up. Things were still coming into focus and she could see a blurry figure with her.

“Chrissy? Chrissy, can you hear me?” It sounded like Sebastian. She closed her eyes, feeling nauseated from the double vision. When she opened them again, Sebastian was sitting in front of her.

“SEBASTIAN!” She launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh my god, please tell me you aren’t hurt, your arms are bloody! Oh god I’m so sorry!” Tears were falling down her cheeks as she realized what she’d done. “Are you ok? Please tell me you’re ok!”

“I should be the one asking you that!” He brushed a spot of dirt off her cheek with his thumb.

“Why didn’t you go?! I could’ve killed you!”

“Because I needed to fight for you, Chris. I’ll never stop fighting for you. You needed me. And I need you.”

“No, if you stay you’ll only get hurt! I’d die if I hurt you, Sebastian. Please, please, just-“ her words were silenced as Sebastian’s lips crashed into hers. She collapsed into sobs and he held her against him, stroking her hair.

“You’re worth fighting for. You didn’t give up on me when I was going down the wrong path. And I won’t give up on you. We’ll fix this. I promise. I love you too much to leave you.” They stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms surrounded by the destruction she’d caused. Eventually they went back to the castle and Christina fell asleep in his arms.

-some time later-

They stood in an open field in the highlands, the wind whipping through their hair.

“Are you ready?” Sebastian asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“As much as I ever will be.”

“I’ll be here if you need me.” He kissed her tenderly and stepped back.

Christina closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She could do this. She knew how. She put her wand by her face and focused.

She’d caused so much pain. Taken so many lives. She thought of everyone that had been lost because of Ranrok’s reign and the ancient magic. Her mind was filled with a montage of memories of the ancient magic, none of them good. It had done nothing but cause pain. That ended now.

Sebastian watched the swirling ball of ancient magic growing larger. He could tell it was causing her pain, but she’d given him strict instructions to stay back.

With a primal scream, she pointed her wand straight in the air. The magic swirled in a tornado as she forced it up and away. With one last thrust of her wand, there was an explosion of red, and Sebastian shielded himself. Then there was silence.

“Chrissy?” She was on her hands and knees on the ground. “Chrissy!” He ran to her, cradling her in his arms.

“It’s gone.” She was shaking and in pain. “All of it. Even my own. Good riddance.”

“Here, love, drink this.” He gave her a vial of wiggenweld and she downed it. Some of the color returned to her face. “I’ve got you.” He held her tightly, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “It was a burden you never should have had to bear.”

She finally let herself grieve. She knew professor fig would be proud of her. She missed him so damn much. But sitting in the field with the boy she loved, she felt for the first time like things would be ok.

[kamryn1963]

So Long, London (Al & Trudy fanfic)

Summary: When his marriage with Meredith finally reaches it's end, Al goes to a place he knows he'll be welcomed without judgment.

Al had tried for years to keep his family together. Fight after fight with Meredith left him wanting to just leave. To get a divorce and his own place. He felt selfish everytime he thought that, he knew he had to be a man and stay for his family, stay for Lexi but he wondered how much he could try until he and Meredith had to admit this wasn’t working anymore.

They had both changed too much the last couple years. Had changed and grew apart too much for Al to think they could ever have a happy marriage again. Lexi was older now, seventeen, so he did think about leaving more and more. She was old enough to choose where she wanted to live and drive between places, so they wouldn’t have to figure out custody.

He had been looking at the pamphlet for the “Officer next door program” Trudy had given him. He knew that while the cut she got out of it was a bonus, it was also her way of looking out for him and for that Al appreciated the gesture more than Trudy would ever know.

Al had even started packing his stuff, but then he and Meredith talked. It was so nice and they fell into bed again and then Al was moving back into the house and the bedroom. He knew it was a bad idea, could hear Hank and Trudy telling him that in his head, but some part of him was too loyal to Meredith, to this family that he desperately wanted to be whole again.

And then Meredith was held hostage and shaken up and Al couldn’t leave. He couldn’t because it was his job that got her in danger and Meredith wanted him there so Al thought the least he could do was stay and take care of her.

But like most things in his life, it blew up and the familiar screaming fight started once again like clockwork.

“I’m done. I’m leaving, Meredith”. Al didn’t really understand what he said until Meredith’s shouting about how much he worked stopped and she looked at him.

“Alvin…” Meredith started and Alvin shook his head as he felt tears gather in his eyes and started packing his bag that had barely been unpacked.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but this, we can’t fix this Meredith. We're different people now than we were twenty years ago”. Alvin said as he finished packing his bag and headed towards the door. Before he left he embraced Meredith one last time.

They were both silent as she hugged him back and watched as he left. Al was thankful Lexi was with a friend for the weekend as he headed out to his car and began driving away. Only once he’d driven for ten minutes did he realize it was ten at night and he had nowhere to go.

A couple places came to mind but he was between two. Usually he’d head to Hank’s but knew Hank had a lot on his plate with Olive and Justin so Al headed to the next best place.

He grabbed his bag and knocked at the door realizing he’d forgotten his jacket as he started shivering violently hoping the door would be answered soon. A light flicked on inside and then footsteps and the door opened.

“What the hell…come in, Alvin”. Trudy sighed as she looked at her friend's appearance and the bag he was carrying.

“I’m sorry”. This was stupid, Al shouldn’t be burdening Trudy like this because of his fucked up life.

He should’ve stayed and tried to fix this instead of just giving up. Deep down Al knew he’d given his marriage the best he could and maybe it was better for both of them to move on.

“Alvin?” Al looked back up as Trudy rested a hand on his arm, her face worried and he realized he was now sitting on her couch.

“I left, I left Meredith”. Al stated the words making everything final.

He left and this was the end. There was no going back now and some part of Al felt relieved. That this never ending cycle of fighting and screaming and the silent treatment. would end and they could both start healing apart. Al hoped they could still be friends for Lexi’s sake but he knew he couldn’t be her husband anymore.

Trudy nodded, already having guessed that. “I’m proud of you for finally leaving”.

“I thought you liked Meredith?” Al asked as Trudy stood up to grab him a glass of water.

“Maybe at the beginning but I’d choose you and your happiness over her every time”. Trudy said truthfully as she returned sitting next to Al shoulder to shoulder.

Al was so grateful for Trudy. For the love his best friend showed him unconditionally even when Al didn’t deserve it. Even when he fucked up, when he hid injuries or illnesses or fell behind on his paperwork because everything was going wrong in his life and he couldn’t find it in him to focus even if knew he should.

Trudy was always there. Even if just silent support. She didn’t hound him for his overdo paperwork as much as everyone else and he had seen her paying Jay or Antonio to do it on more than one occasion. She reassured him he didn’t need to hide his pain and she and Hank were always there to share his burden, and he was allowed to rely on them because they were his friends and they loved him.

Sometimes Al even believed them. Right now with his marriage blowing up, he was more thankful than he ever had been for his friends.

“You're welcome to stay, Al. As long as you need to”. Trudy said a couple minutes later and Al looked up so incredibly thankful for her.

“I thought you weren’t looking for a roommate?” Al joked as he stood up and grabbed his bag, following Trudy up the stairs.

“Don’t push your luck, Olinsky”.

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babe help i cannot stop thinking about destruction and trans hob. like??? i don't think they'd necessarily stay together, olly's still serving his function at that point so he goes where he's drawn, and hob wants to stick to england and places he can travel to by non-magical means, thanks (which destruction is secretly so grateful for. it means he doesn't have to explain why he will not, under any circumstances, bring hob with him when he moves on). they don't have any kind of formal arrangement -- hob lives his life with the explicit understanding that olly is allowed and encouraged to wander in and out of it as he will.

it's going great. sometimes they spend months together, sometimes they're apart for a few decades, they very much love each other (and they fuck severely when they're together) but they have their own lives. and then destruction comes by in the 1590's. it's one of those times that it's been a few decades since they've seen each other, and hob's so excited to introduce olly to his family. eleanor's pregnant with their second child (her second child by her maid and long-time lover, technically, who's a lovely woman with a lovely cock) and she's delighted to meet hob's friend and lover who she's heard so much about. robyn adores olly instantly. olethros takes hob to bed and they have the gentlest, most loving sex they've ever had, and in the morning olly's already long gone.

hob doesn't see him again for well over a century, until the early 1700s when hob's finally getting back on his feet. they have their first real fight then -- they've argued plenty over the centuries, but they've never fought, not really. not like this. hob's very much lashing out but he's feeling hurt and betrayed and abandoned, considering that he's been left alone when he desperately needed someone to be there for him. after a lot of arguing in circles olly eventually admits that he stayed away by choice -- first because he was terrified he would bring destruction to hob's life when hob was finally, obviously happy. and then because he was convinced that he did, that one night in hob's home was enough to set off everything that went wrong, and he couldn't face hob after that.

it never occurred to hob to blame him, of course. it never does, even after olly finally fully explains the whole "personification of destruction" thing. hob absolutely refuses to blame him. (if anything, he blames himself. after all, if he'd just gotten over his discomfort with the idea and carried their second child himself, eleanor wouldn't have died so young. if he's going to blame anyone it isn't going to be olly)

god this is long and i don't even have any smut to add i'm just. i am suffering. i am, as the kids say, Going Through It.

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I’ve read this over and over and it’s just so lovely and so soft. I love these two so much, the way they compliment each other and change and grow is so beautiful. The thought of Olly deliberately staying away from Hob is so heartbreaking but honestly I can absolutely see that he would feel such guilt and responsibility for Hob’s pain. When they meet again he lets Hob shout and scream at him, absorbs all of the insults thrown at him, but it just seems to make Hob more angry because Olly isn’t responding, he’s just standing there and taking it. Hob ends up hitting him and this time Olly does react - he can’t help it, he’s still struggling against his nature. Hob ends up slammed into a wall and that’s when Olethros finally breaks down and the apologies come flooding out.

It’s the first step for Hob to finally start healing from everything he’s been through. Olly is finally holding him and loving him unconditionally, and it actually feels like Hob might be able to have a future again. Finally.