#Lethal weapon fanfiction

[totaldallystan]

I’m thinking about writing fanfics

Im thinking about writing fanfics so here’s some fandoms I’m willing (and am) going to write for:

Movies:

The Outsiders

Scream (original)

The Lost Boys

The Goonies

Lethal Weapon

Silence of the Lambs

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Ghostbusters

Television shows:

House MD

Sherlock

Ghost Adventures

Legion

Musicians/bands:

Queen

Nirvana

The Cure

Green day

The Sex Pistols

David Bowie

Other:

Sally Face

Sam and Colby (platonic only)

Creepypastas

I’m probably going to update/change my answers at a later date but this is it for now. If y’all have and ideas or AUs y’all wanna see just comment or dm me

love y’all -TY

[voldiebuns]

Always Alone by reeby10  Word Count: 100 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Lethal Weapon (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Martin Riggs Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Vomiting, Suicidal Thoughts, Loneliness, this is not quite as dark as the tags imply I think mostly it's just sad Summary: He puts on a good face at work because he doesn't want the pity.

[beemovieerotica]

people talking about the absurdity of explicit fanfiction premises have never been through the hentai trenches, like my friend and i watched an entire show about how lesbians were confined to a remote island because they were all infected with a virus so that whenever they orgasmed they turned into a lethal weapon like a gun or a sword so all the lesbians were getting off and then the top would use the bottom to fight other lesbian couples to the death on this remote island

[jumpywhumpywriter]

heyyyy, hope ur having a good dayyy. i was just curious about your favorite whump stories from OTHER creatorsss :)

Okay, this took me HOURS to find and link everything, so hope you like it! (HUGE shout out to all the wonderful whump writers out there like myself) There are so many good stories out there.

Here's are my absolute FAVORITE whump series (solo short stories are at the bottom)

The Bahkauv series by @deluxewhump (one of my top favorites)

Heroic Betrayal by @chaotic-orphan

Kane & Jim series by @whumpsday (vampire story)

Suppressing Fire by @whumperstorm (fanfiction of Kane & Jim series)

Bring by @serickswrites

Remember You by @robinrites (villain whumpee story)

Delirious Villain, Hero Caretaker by @chaotic-orphan

Into the Woods series by @knivestothroats

Blood & Tears series by @whumpisgoodwhumpislife (Another great vampire story involving a blind vampire-hybrid)

A Cure for Solitude by @jazztag

Lethal Weapon Whumpee by @serickswrites

The Rare Bookseller and the Vampire Auction series by @oliversrarebooks

Professional Victim series by @victimeyez (NSFW, read at your own risk)

The Crow and the Dove by @there-will-always-be-blood (has some NSFW chapters be warned -- not for minors)

An Apple a Day by @nami-writes

Defiant Leader Confident Villain by @chaotic-orphan

The Stranger by @chaotic-orphan

Happy by @a-whisper-in-the-forest

The Center by @whump-a-la-mode

Goldie the Vampire by @whump-only

Traitors Among Us by @dawnwriterimagines

Sidekick Whumpee x Hero Whumper by @whumpasaurus101

Fallen from Crestfallen Universe by @clickerflight

Blind Heroine by @hotchocolatewriting

Villain's Gift by @chaotic-orphan

Destroyer by @paingoes

Rehabilitation by @sowhumpshaped

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My favorite oneshot type stories/short stories that aren't part of a large series 👇

Civillian Discovers Her Husband is Supervillain by @the-modern-typewriter

Flustered Reporter vs Villain by @the-modern-typewriter

The Darkside by @sunnynwanda

Small things by @deluxewhump (injured nonhuman whumpee found and saved by a truck driver)

Ruin by @sunnynwanda (Supervillain vs rookie heroes)

Indulge me for a moment by @sunnynwanda (Hero and Civillian)

Version 2

Pet Whumpee by @mj-iza-writer

Coffee and Tips by @a-whisper-in-the-forest (Villain and Civillian)

Not realizing an injury by @chaotic-orphan (injured hero)

Dissociated Whumpee by @sowhumpshaped

Living Weapon Accidently Kills Caretaker's Friend by @jump-in-the-whump

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And finally, here's some lists from OTHER people who have listed their favorite whump stories & blogs

List by @defire

#2 List

List by @whumpwhittler

List of favorite blogs by @whump-blog

List by @whumpsday

Another Epic List

List by @paingoes

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Masterlists I like:

Random Hero x Villain masterlist I like by @creweemmaeec11

#2 Here

Another Hero & Villain masterlist by @maybeitsalivescribbles

Masterlist by @autocrats-in-love

Masterlist by @automeris-io-moth

Snippets and requests by @automeris-io-moth

Masterlist by @thepenultimateword

Hero and Villain oneshots list by @sunnynwanda

[snapmite1998]

Chapter 17: Siege of Dathomir

Amidst the chaos and destruction on Dathomir, the Sith brothers—Maul, Savage, and Feral Opress—moved like an unstoppable force, their crimson lightsabers a storm of lethal efficiency. Each slash and thrust was executed with a grim precision, reducing the Republic's brave soldiers and Jedi defenders into grievously outmatched contenders in a battle now tipped towards despair.

Clones fought valiantly with their blasters, and Jedi parried with lightsabers that hummed in protest against the Sith onslaught, but Maul and his brothers were relentless predators. Individually, they struck with the power of an avalanche; together, they were a hurricane that seemed impervious to resistance.

In the midst of the battlefield, Maul advanced upon a fallen clone commander, the commanding officer among the beleaguered troops. His silhouette, lit by the angry embers of the burning Acclamator behind him, cast a towering shadow of menace over the prone figure. The clone reached feebly for his weapon, his training imploring him to continue the fight, but found himself overpowered and immobilized by Maul's oppressive presence. Without hesitation, Maul plunged his ignited lightsaber through the clone's back, the crimson blade erupting through his chest, bringing a swift and final darkness. Savage and Feral continued their grim dance nearby, saber blades flashing in arcs as more soldiers fell to their wrath.

With a casual brutality that reflected the harshness of his being, Maul removed the clone's helmet, letting it fall to the ground beside them before activating the recording device embedded within it. His eyes, alive with a dangerous satisfaction, focused on the lens, knowing the message would reach Republic command. Gazing directly into the helmet's camera, his fierce visage filled the screen with malevolent intent. "Citizens of the Republic," Maul intoned with low, menacing clarity, allowing the words to sink into the cold depths of their doom. "Your siege of Dathomir has resulted in the slaughter of countless clone legions and the greatest the Jedi Order had to offer lie shattered before us."

The camera continued recording as fires blazed behind him, the flickering glimpses of the shattered Republic invasion force and the triumphant forces of Crimson Dawn.

"Tell your Chancellor and tell the Jedi Council," he continued, allowing each phrase to resonate with the implacable certainty of fate unfolding. "The Sith have have triumphed and will continue to do so, with power unrivaled. And soon, your galaxy will feel the wrath of the dark side."

With a flick of his wrist, Maul deactivated the recording, knowing the message would find its way to those who had dared to defy him, a herald of the fears that now gripped the galaxy with perilous consequence.

As the recording ceased, the battlefield continued its descent into chaos, the galaxy hanging on the precipice of change, where darkness sought to drown the light beneath an ever-encroaching shadow.

[tsukarysgrimoire]

A summer of Vacation

So, it seems I didn't have enough work to do with Broken and Lost but Healing, so my muse decided to give me some more with a new idea. I should never have gone through the various Bad Batch Tumblr sites! Anyway, to cut a long story short, I found this blog offering a prompt challenge and my brain immediately went into overdrive, and too bad if I'm already behind on my main fanfiction! The opportunity was too good to pass up. This is the first time I've done a challenge, and I hope I can keep up the pace.

Here's my first contribution to the challenge, and as I was already late, I killed two birds with one stone by combining the first two prompts. WEEK 1: Water Gun Fight WEEK 2: Injured

This is the first time in many weeks that the entire Batch has been together on Pabu, so they decide to take advantage of the opportunity to have a day off. Omega discovers the joys of using non-lethal weapons in a new game, which is brutally interrupted when she accidentally falls.

[bloopf1sh]

GUYS HELP I FOUND MY OLD FANFICTION FROM. 2023.

IM GONNA CRY WHY IS IT KINDA GOOD

i'll pop it under the cut (i used the names cuz. i didn't want anyone to know i was. writing countryhumans fanfic.)

It was a nice boat, a small freighter. It had room for a crew of ten, though it only took two to operate. It had a hidden gun turret, and was capable of firing torpedoes. It had been named after the USS Arizona, a warship sunk in the attack on Pearl Harbor. Though it was only a small freighter, it was oddly beautiful, decorated with a theme not unlike that of the Arizonian flag. The current crew was made up of two individuals, Russel Ivanov and Alex Sanders. Alex was of average height, at about 5’6, whereas Russel was around 6’3. If you put them next to each other, they made quite the odd pair of people. Russel was usually the one steering and plotting the course, and Alex usually did repairs (if necessary) and manned the weapons (if necessary). The USS Arizona 2 was a wandering ship, only docking now and then to stock up and refuel. Nobody really knew when or where the Arizona 2 would dock next, and whenever or wherever it showed, there were almost always news cameras there, to document the arrival.

“HEY RUSS?” Alex’s voice rings out across the ship, startling Russel from his nap at the wheel. His head jerks up, and he hits it on the back of the chair. Rubbing the back of his head, he yells back. “WHAT?” “RUSS, THERE’S SOMEONE OUT HERE, AND THEY’RE HEADING FOR US!” He jerks upright. Nobody ever finds or approaches the USS Arizona 2! Running out of the captain’s house(the house looking thing on the top with the wheel and all that in it idk what it’s called lmao), Russel grabbed the modified AK-47 standing near the door, and rushed to Alex’s side at the bow. And, there was indeed a ship emerging out of the mist, toward the USS Arizona 2. Raising the AK to his face, he looks through the long-range high-definition scope he attached, and sees that the approaching ship is heavily armed, seemingly a small warship. “Alex…” He says, lowering the scope. “Yes?” Alex says, wary. “Alex, prepare the guns and torpedoes… we have a warship on our hands,” Russel says, running to the captain’s house(thing again idk what it’s called), and hails the other ship on radio. “This is the USS Arizona 2, approaching ship please identify yourself,” Russel sends out, hoping the other ship will reply.

“USS Arizona 2, this is a restricted military area. Please prepare for boarding, we will have to compound your ship, as it is not allowed in this area.” Sitting back in his chair, Russel racks his brain, then opens up a paper map with the routes and possible danger areas. Where they are now has been documented as a public transit area, and not a restricted military area. Switching off his microphone, he yells out to Alex to fire the torpedoes, but make sure it doesn’t look like they fired them. Walking out to where Alex is, he explains the situation. Alex shakes his head, and aims the torpedoes, and with an almost silent whoosh they shoot out, and the only indication that they hit the target was a BOOM and the other warship rocking to the side. “Direct hit, nice,” Russel says, and raises his modified AK-47 to his face, firing a few shots, and hitting some of the gun barrels, exploding them. Ignoring the radio calls from the other ship, he hops down the staircase, and helps Alex load and shoot the gun.

Eventually, the warship decides to veer off, but Russel isn’t keen on letting that happen. He shoots the ship-anchored harpoon to the ship, and halts the vessel with the creaking of metal. Running out with his AK, he launches himself off of the Arizona 2, and lands on the deck of the other ship. Immediately he’s surrounded by armed, masked figures. As he suspected, it’s a pirated ship. As he was surrounded, he shifted so the small but lethal daggers he hid in his sleeves slid into his hands. When he raised his head from the crouched position, he spread his arms with one swift movement, and the daggers went flying into the necks of the pirates, cutting off their vocal cords, and killing them within seconds. Straightening up, he walked forward, ignoring the pools of blood, and stepping through them, getting blood on the edges of the long coat he wears, and on the black, clunky combat boots that cap off the outfit of the traditional russian hat, a long black coat, black leather gloves, and his modified AK-47. Walking across the mist-shrouded deck, he is joined by Alex, in a black leather jacket with gray jeans, a pilot’s hat, and two pistols. “So, why did you decide to hop on the ship and kill seven people?” Alex says casually, as if they weren’t sneaking about a pirated warship. “Ah, just tryna protect the ship,” Russel says, looking around, making sure they weren’t in danger from anyone that might try to kill them. “Not even worried about me, huh Russel. You haven’t changed a bit,” Alex said, huffing a laugh. Russel shrugs, and they carry on.

like wtf. why is it. not bad. except for me avoiding dialogue.

might remake it later feeling funky XD

also might draw brussel sprouts and alexythymia (me horribly butchering their names)

[yourfavoritebookclub]

WINGLEADER: A Xaden Riorson POV Fanfiction

CHAPTER 16

Hours later, I walk through the secret tunnel to the flight field with Garrick and Bodi. Another successful weapons drop completed. The night air is crisp, the day ending as peacefully as it began. There’s a light breeze that has me tempted to go back to Sgaeyl and lazily soar until the sun peeks out from the horizon. But I’m dead on my feet. My mind aches from the constant overexertion. 

Even my power has limits. 

A deep, guttural roar fills my mind, freezing me in place for a moment.

“XADEN MOVE, NOW!” Sgaeyl’s voice booms through my mind, and I break into a run, flying past Bodi and Garrick without explanation.

“Violet?” I ask, jaw clenched as I fly down the hall, shadows shoving me forward.

I can hear Garrick and Bodhi’s footsteps behind me as they sprint down the hall after me.

“Faster, Xaden. There are unbonded in her room.” She says it calmly, her tone going back to her usual commanding softness, but she used my first name, an immediate tell that she is far from calm.

I will my shadows to push faster, pulling more from the cracks and crevices around me, hoarding them as I prepare for whatever situation I’m about to walk into.

My stomach bottoms out. 

What will I find? 

When I enter that room, what will I find? She can’t be dead; I would know by now. 

Or…also be dead.

I push towards Violet's door, shoving shadows into it with enough force that it slams open, wood splintering as it hits the stone wall. 

I sweep into the room, and I take in the sight of Violet pressed against Oren, his knife tip poised to slit her throat. 

Before my shadows can do more than twitch, Violet is in front of me.

I blink in shock. She didn’t appear to move, and yet she went from being trapped in Oren’s hold to standing in front of me. It’s like she was dropped down without moving a muscle. 

I snap my fingers, summoning mage lights. I want them to see me clearly as I kill them. 

I examine the group of unbonded cadets. 

“You’re all fucking dead.” 

There’s something unfamiliar leaking into my veins. Every thought shoved behind an almost possessive, instinctual level of protection. Violet is mine, and I will gladly kill anyone who threatens her.

Every head in the room turns.

“Riorson!” Oren’s eyes go wide and his knife clatters to the floor. 

“You think surrendering will save you?” My rage has tempered into something calm, a smoldering fire, as my mind focuses on the shadows that are quietly winding their way around the room.

Oren puts his hands up in surrender, “But you know he never should have bonded her! You, of all people, have reason enough to want the weakling dead. We’re just correcting a mistake.”

My rage flares into something bright and lethal. “Dragons don’t make mistakes.”

 The shadows swirl on the ground, so silent that the unbonded are unaware of the death that rapidly approaches. 

 The shadows snap up so fast that no one registers what’s happened. They curl themselves around every assailant, twisting up their throats and tightening until their faces turn purple and their bodies go limp.

In unison the bodies fall to the floor with a muffled thud. 

My eyes flicker with satisfaction as their bodies fall to the floor. A punishment befitting the crime.

And I am the executioner.

Oren is the only one still standing.

I walk forward, each slow step quiet against the wood floor. My rage has turned into a living thing that’s trying to claw its way out of my chest.

There’s a palpable fear rolling off of Oren, his earlier posturing crumbling as a single tendril of shadow lifts Violet’s dagger off the floor.

“Let me explain,” he begs.

“I’ve heard everything I need to hear,” I say, my voice quiet and even. 

The dagger drops into my waiting palm. 

My fingers curl around the hilt and Oren’s breath hitches. “She should have killed you in the field, but she’s merciful. That is not a flaw I possess.” 

I flick the knife across his throat, a red line blooming in its wake before the blood begins pouring from his jugular.

He scrabbles for his throat, his hands growing slick with blood before he drops into a heap on the floor.

I can feel Garrick behind me as he slides to a stop at the door, “Damn, Xaden,” he says, looking over the carnage. “No time for questioning?” There’s a touch of confusion in his voice as his eyes scan the room, noting. 

It is atypical for me. This messy, brutal killing. Garrick knows I'm efficient, that I kill quickly, but I’m far more methodical, clean, and precise when I have to kill. 

“No need for it,” I counter quickly, turning to Bodhi as he crosses the threshold.

Violet burst into a laughter tinged with subtle hysteria and all three of us look at her like she’s completely lost it.

She’s in shock.

I curse myself for not thinking about it sooner. She needs to get out of this room, but first I need to see where she’s hurt. Make sure she hasn’t sustained any injuries too severe.

“Let me guess,” Bodhi says, rubbing the back of his neck, “we’re on cleanup?”

I nod. “Call in help if you need it.”

They both walk farther into the room, pick up a body, and silently walk out.

“I'm alive. I’m alive. I’m alive.” Violet’s voice is a panicked whisper in my mind.

“Yes. You’re alive.” I bend over, yanking one of her daggers out of a first-year’s shoulder.

“I didn’t realize I’d said that out loud.” Her voice trembles slightly on that last word, and I look over at her, not bothering to correct her. 

Violet’s face has gone a sickly shade of green; her lips pressed together in a tight line as her body begins shaking.

I quickly rummage through her drawers, snatching up a set of clean clothes before grabbing her boots and cloak from the wall hook.

“It’s the shock,” I say absentmindedly, my mind sorting through what needs to be done. “Are you hurt?”

Her breathing has turned jagged, stilted as the pain has settled, the adrenaline fading.

Now is not the time for a breakdown. “Come on, Violence.” I walk over towards her, dropping her boots on the floor and throwing her cloak on the armchair to free my hands. “Pull your shit together and tell me where you’re hurt.” She looks down at the floor pulling in shallow breaths. 

I cup her chin in my thumb and index finger, tilting her gaze up towards me. Our eyes lock and panic floods through me as I look into her eyes. 

I was so close to losing it all. 

I was so close to losing her today.

I shove the panic out of my mind, a solid wall springing up to keep it from returning.

“You’re breathing like crap, so I’m guessing it has to do with–”

“My ribs,” she says, her mouth twisting into a grimace. “The one by the bed hit the side of my ribs with the sword, but I think they’re just bruised.”

“Must have been a dull sword.” I raise an eyebrow. “Unless it has something to do with why you sleep in your leather vest.”

She hesitates and then turns, lifting her arm up to expose a hole in the bodice of her nightdress.

“It’s dragon-scale. Mira made it for me. It’s why I’ve lived this long.”

I feel a pang of annoyance at her words. Her constant downplaying of her skill sets and her inability to believe that she is fully capable will be what gets her killed more than anything.

I nod. “Ingenious, though I’d say there are multiple reasons for why you’ve made it this far.” 

I give her another once over, cataloging every injury. 

My stomach twists as I glance at the purple fingerprints sprawled across her neck, and I have to swallow the fear and anger that have started to follow me wherever I go. “I should’ve killed him slower.”

“I’m fine.” 

I raise my eyes to meet hers, glaring. “Never lie to me.” I grit my teeth. 

I am at the edge of a cliff I don’t want to be on.

“It hurts,” she admits quietly.

“Let me see.”

She opens and shuts her mouth twice. “Is that a request or a demand?”

This gods damn woman. 

“Your pick as long as I get to see if that fucker broke your ribs,” I ground out.

Conan and Eoin walk into the room, Garrick and Bodhi behind them. 

“Take these two, and we’ll get the last ones,” Garrick orders, slinging two of the limp bodies over his shoulder before they all walk out the door.

“Thank you,” I call after them. 

I shut the door with a flick of my fingers and turn to Violet. “Now, let me see your ribs. We’re wasting time.”

She swallows audibly and nods. She turns her back to me and shrugs out of her nightgown just enough to expose her back.

The dragon-scale armor is impeccably made, the strings of the corset allowing it to mold to the exact shape of Violet’s body. 

“You’ll have to–”

“I know how to handle a corset,” I cut her off. My mind has become a tangle of unrelenting thoughts as I realize that I’m about to undress this woman. 

I grit my teeth, trying to shove down the hunger that’s coursing through me at the sight of the silver strands of her hair hanging in loose waves down the middle of her back.

I keep my hands steady, slipping her hair out of the way.

I brush my fingertips over her bare shoulder, relishing in the soft warmth radiating off of her skin.

Her breath hitches at my touch, and I remind myself again that I’m the monster in her story. I am not someone capable of giving her what she deserves. And Violet’s certainly not someone who should want me the way I do her.

Even if I can sometimes see that same hunger reflected in her own eyes. 

The energy in the room has become a living thing, a flow of electricity and heat that’s sucking all of the oxygen from the air.

“How the hell do you get yourself into this thing every morning?” I ask, continuing to pull at the corset strings. My voice is low and raspy, and I swallow the lump in my throat,  in an attempt to break the tension that’s radiating between our bodies. 

“I’m freakishly flexible. It’s part of the whole bones-snapping, joint-tearing thing,” she answers over her shoulder. 

She looks up over her shoulder at me, and the sliver of space between us goes taut. 

I look away before I can do anything stupid. 

I’m checking her for injuries, not trying to fuck her.

My mind wants to wander at the thought, and I rein in my overactive imagination. 

I lower my gaze, and any sexual desire I’m feeling eddies out of my mind as I take in her ribs, a large angry bruise covering her right side. 

I glide my fingers across each bone, prodding gently as I deduce how much pain she’s in.

There are no protrusions from broken bones or an extreme level of pain response, thank the Gods. “You have one hell of a bruise, but I don’t think they’re broken.”

“That’s what I thought. Thank you for checking.” There’s genuine gratitude in her voice. I lace her corset up quickly so I’m not tempted to stroke my fingers over every inch of bare skin.

“You’ll live. Turn around.” 

Violet turns, pulling her nightdress up her shoulders.

I bend down onto my knees, and she stiffens imperceptibly. It takes every ounce of willpower not to look up at her from my position on the floor and read whatever’s on her face.

“You’re going to have to walk through the pain, and we have to do it fast.” I reach over to grab her boot, then tap on her foot. “Can you lift it up?” 

She lifts her foot for me, and I slip on her boots, lacing them up tightly.

Standing, I grab her cloak off of the armchair. “Let’s go.” I wrap the cloak around her stiff shoulders, standing in front of her to button the collar like wrapping her in this extra layer might protect her further. 

My gaze lingers on her face as I reach around to grasp the hood of her cloak, fingers brushing over her hair. There’s an almost uncontrollable need to run my hands through the silver strands. My fingers twitch imperceptibly and I blink away the impulse, tugging her hood over her head and obscuring her hair from sight. 

I grasp her hand, curling my fingers over hers, and tug her out of the room. The hallway is dead quiet.

Violet’s voice permeates the silence. “Where are we going?”

I cut my eyes at her, annoyed. “Keep talking loud enough for the others to hear, and someone will stop us before we get anywhere.”

“Can’t you just hide us in the shadows or something?”

“Sure, because a giant black cloud moving down the hallway isn't going to look more suspicious than a couple sneaking around.” The word is out of my mouth before I can realize what I’ve said.

Couple.

There’s something so normal in our easy banter, in the way we fall into step together, hands clasped between us, that made the word bubble up to my lips. Two people liking each other, both claiming the other out in the open.

A far cry from the current reality we’re in where Violet is covered in bruises, and there are bodies that haven’t even gone cold, and she hates me, and she’s my sworn enemy, and a dozen other reasons it’s not possible.

The scuff of our boots is the only sound as we round the corner of the academic wing. Violet starts to turn left, and I have to tug her arm to redirect her towards the steps leading down to storage. 

She trails behind me, keeping quiet until we reach the passageway hidden in the stone wall.

I conjure a bit of power, revealing the door with a click, and swing it open to reveal a dark tunnel 

“Holy shit,” she whispers. 

“Hope you’re not afraid of the dark,” I tease in a whisper, pulling her inside. The door closes and the space around us descends into pure darkness. 

“But just in case you are,” my voice returns to a regular volume, and with a quick snap of my fingers, mage lights pop up above our head, illuminating the tunnel. “Thanks.” Violet sighs in relief.

I drop her hand and walk deeper into the tunnel at a brisk pace. “Keep up,” I order over my shoulder.

“You could–” Violet starts before her breath hitches in obvious pain, “be a little more considerate.” 

“I’m not going to baby you like Aetos does,” I scoff, my back still to her. “That’s only going to get you killed once we get out of Basgiath.”

“He doesn’t baby me.”

“He does, and you know it. You hate it, too, if the vibe I’m picking up on is any indication.” 

I slow my pace anyway, falling back to walk by her side. “Or did I read that wrong?”

“He thinks this place is too dangerous for someone…like me, and after what just happened, I’m not sure I can really argue with him.” Violet’s voice fades for a heartbeat, lost in thought. “I don’t think I’ll bother sleeping again.” She shoots an accusatory look at me. “And if you even think about suggesting that you sleep with me for safety from now on–”

 I scoff, shutting that visual down before my imagination can start to unravel. “Hardly. I don’t fuck-first years–even when I was one–let alone…you.”

“Liar.” Sgaeyl’s voice whispers through my head. 

“Are you fucking serious right now? You’ve been quiet for the last hour, and you want to jump into the conversation now?” 

Sgaeyl,chortles.

“Who said anything about fucking?” She fires back, her face wrinkling with disgust. “I’d have to be a masochist to sleep with you, and I can assure you, I’m not.”

“Masochist, huh?” The corner of my mouth quirks into a smirk. Violet isn’t too far from being a Masochist, really. A fact I am too willing to play with.

My mind is filthy.

“You hardly give off snuggly morning-after vibes.” She smiles, and my chest expands at the realness of it. “Unless you’re worried about me killing you while we sleep. 

Violet, her body on top of mine, straddling my sleeping body, a dagger pointed at my throat pops into my mind. I’d like to pretend that the image of it doesn’t have my heart racing.

The hard on pressing against the waistband of my flight leathers begs to differ. 

“Do you need to be reminded again, my Shadow?

I blink once, turning the subject towards something other than the idea of sleeping with Violet.

“I have zero concern about that. As violent as you are and skilled with those daggers, I’m not even sure you could kill a fly. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you managed to wound three of them and never went for a kill shot.” I give her a look, my eyes narrowing in disapproval. 

She doesn’t meet my eyes, “I’ve never killed anyone.” Violet says in a breathy whisper.

“You’re going to have to get over that. All we are after graduation are weapons, and it’s best if we’re honed before leaving the gates.”

She looks up at me, eyes wide. “Is that where we’re going? Are we leaving the gates?” 

“We’re going to ask Tairn what the hell just happened.” the anger that I’d pushed down is bubbling up to the surface. “And I’m not talking about the attack. How the hell did they get past your locks?”

She gives me a halfhearted shrug, keeping her eyes ahead.

“We’d better figure it out so it doesn’t happen again. I refuse to sleep on your fucking floor like some kind of guard dog.

“Wait. This is another way to the flight field?”

“Yes. It’s not common knowledge. And I’m going to ask you to tuck this little tunnel into the file of secrets you keep on my behalf.”

She glances up, giving me a knowing look. “Let me guess, and you’ll know if I tell?”

“Yes.” I smile at the back and forth between the two of us. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her gazing up at me, but before I can turn to look at her, she’s turned her head back to face forward.

“Are you going to promise me another favor?” Her breathing grows stilted and labored as the path steadily inclines. 

“Having one of my favors is more than enough, and we’ve already reached mutually assured destruction status, Sorrengail.” Now, can you push through it, or do you need me to carry you?” I ask in mock concern as she starts to lag behind

“That sounds like an insult, not an offer.” Violet scowls up at me.

“You’re catching on.” I hit back but slow my pace until I’m walking by her side.

Her face has gone pale, and a cold sweat is starting at her temples. Her head and shoulders sway as if a gust of wind has blown past her. Her steps turn wobbly and slow.

I wrap my arm around Violet’s waist, pulling her against me. She makes no objections, allowing me to help steady her shaking body.

“What were you doing tonight anyways?”

“What makes you ask?” I counter, my voice turning into a warning.

“You made it to my room within minutes, and you’re not exactly dressed for sleeping.” She glances at the sword strapped against my back.

“Maybe I sleep in my armor, too”

“Then you should pick more trustworthy bedmates.” 

I snort, stifling a laugh. I can’t control the grin that spreads across my face at this woman in front of me. She plays with me; she takes what I throw at her and hurls it back with her full might. She irritates me, she turns me on, she–

My smile vanishes in a heartbeat. 

The unkind reality of it all is that she is Violet Sorrengail, and I am Xaden Riorson. 

She hates me, and I want to kill her.

And it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

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re: fanfic end of the year asks

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Heh probably Bells on a Hill because I'd found myself absolutely exhausted by the prospect of writing sex scenes - not just in fanfiction but I've self-pubbed some gay romance and I did a stint ghostwriting smutty romance (for very little money) so I've been a little bit burned out on the sex scenes!

But then it was like a challenge in that one to write sex scenes in a way I could find interesting again! So that was fun!

(Tbf giving Spock an alien dick can be a nice change up too)

I also had never planned to write Get Some until a couple people suggested a sequel to Drunk Dial BUT I do often think of SNW Kirk & Spock as like a Shane Black movie (he wrote Nice Guys, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Lethal Weapon) ya know buddy buddy action comedy shenanigans but gay (or gayer lol). I have a whole outline for a longer thing like that written out but Idk if I'll ever get to it. But at least I got to do it a bit with Get Some.

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🌊OF SHARP STONES🌊

SECTION ONE: OCEAN 

POV: Kimora

Chapter: Chapter One

Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Witch hunting, Witch burning, Witchcraft, Trauma and Character death.

Summary: A coven of witches living on the beach of Santa Carla have to deal with the death of their leader after a lethal witch burning that leads to the bounty hunting of both them and their romantic partners, the notorious lost boys of Santa Carla. Yet, something more terrifying lives in Santa Carla and it's the spirits of those killed by the hunting, begging for revenge.

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"Yes!"

I swing my hands in the air, stealing the water vapor from the atmosphere with little more than a thought and the pain of overexertion. A flare of white forms in the air, creating a cloud that aims itself toward the well-toned girl only a few footsteps away. Her hair, long and the deep shade of coconut is mixed with pure white highlights that shimmer and shine like the works of a very bad glamour magic attempt.

Her familiar, a chow chow lays in the sand, watching as the event unfolds between us.

A clap and a whistle from one of my biggest fans forces me to bite back a smile as I barely get away from the witch's hand. She's fast but I'm stronger and bigger and the only way that I'll win this battle is to use that to my advantage.

Eyes the color of a rare blood moon gleam at me as the cloud slices through her weapon, a wand made of pine wood and tarnishing copper. I arch back as she darts at me, her fist outstretched for my jaw but only finding my shoulder. I wobble backwards but stay afoot, moving away from her next blow.

Reaching for her wrist, I bury my nails into her skin and drag her onto the sand with a snag. The girl's eyes widen, the red glamor leaving them for her natural hazel with a blink and a yep for help.

"Conclude!" The referee, a young girl about seven years old runs to stop us, her raven black braids flying behind her. Her eyes, two large brown balls of light look between us with worry.

"Heard, Zefra." I say, offering my arm to Hannah, the sun-kissed girl who drags herself up from the earth.

"You owe me another wand." Hannah grins, dusting herself off. "You might have won the fight, but I won a new stick."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I snort as she reaches for my arm.

Before I can jerk away, my knees give away and the scorching ground burns my arms with unrelenting viciousness. Hannah says something under her breath as I lay in the sun with Zefra asking me a hundred times if I'm alright.

"I'm fine, Zefra." I huff as my skin starts to sting. "Just disappointed in myself."

"But you won." The dark-skinned girl looks at me with a soft sadness.

"I know."

"Then why are you disappointed?"

"Because I'm not perfect. One day I will be but right now, I'm gonna give myself hell until my form is undefeated."

"I thought you were great! And that cloud! You aren't even a storm witch and you did that with ease! Maybe you could teach me, Kim!" Her hand finds mine and I pull myself up to give her the illusion that her strength has grown.

"Maybe I'll be your mentor when the time comes."

Her smile grows so big that it makes my heart leap in my chest.

"Maybe you'll find your familiar too." I stand up as she says the very thing that I've been trying to forget.

Even after the horrible event of the destruction of the bluff's coven and the death of Ruth, my coven's leader, my familiar hadn't come to me. Things had gotten worse for us witches, as we had been forced to reduce our training and day-to-day lifestyle.

Even the waters had become agitated, forcing the human dominations to ban the surfers and the fishermen from taking to the waters. The spirits of the bluff's witches ran to the sea, finding comfort in the waves but even within the cobalt, their anger bubbled and raged.

Rightfully so.

"Yeah, maybe." I dust myself off with one hand and keep her hand in the other as we cross the beach towards the gathered witches.

"What do you think they'll look like?"

I shrug. I always imagined the creature would be bigger than the common snake, fox, or rabbit.

"A bloodhound."

"Why?"

"So I can hunt down those men who killed our friends. I want to hunt them like them like the animals that they are."

I don't tell her about the plans that Paul and I had conjured only a few nights after the tragic event. About the ideas that the rest of his lair mates and my coven had thrown in. It shocked me that even the vampires had felt the rage that we had, but alas, Max knew that an attack on us would mean an attack on them.

"Oh. Aren't you scared?" Her bright eyes warm my soul.

"Yeah, but we all are. We have to be to survive." I say, wishing that I could be as strong as the words coming out of my mouth, to be as sure as my steps.

The water hisses from behind me, smacking into the stone wall of earth rising above the waters. Jutting rock shelves hang like swords on a shelf, protecting the upper world from the crashing waves. The saltiness of the ocean fills my every sense, stinging my nose but reminding me of the magic that lives within it.

Zefra looks up in fear as the waves retreat without a body in tow, their hunger for revenge left unquenched.

"How can we please the spirits?" Her small voice asking such a big question catches me off guard.

I don't know.

"No one knows."

She holds my hand tighter as we walk closer to the gathered covens.

"Maybe they're hungry." She whispers.

"You think so?"

The small girl shakes her head. "I know so."

I freeze at her words but before I can clarify just what she meant, she breaks away from me and runs to her coven leader, a pale woman with a heavy amount of black eyeliner and lipstick, her eyes hard on me with something that ranges between distrust and curiosity. Then again, who could blame her?

Any good coven leader would question my motives. It was I who had found the charred remains of the witches with a vampire companion. It was also me who had been too wrecked to help place the bodies to rest before the humans could stump on our sacred lands and destroy what was left of not only our but their dignity.

I wave and dip my head low in respect.

The coven of the twilight hour.

The symbol of a half moon on the leader's arm in the form of a black tattoo clarifies that.

A pigeon pecks at her head, digging its beak in her huge bat's nest of a hairstyle but she seems not to mind it, her gaze locked on mine as she reluctantly returns the gesture.

Her cold expression fades as Zefra embraces her, replaced with a rather soft laugh. I take it as my cue to break the stare, moving off to where my coven of two stands huddled like they've seen a ghost. Even the outgoing Angel, a beam of sunshine seems to be bothered by something.

"Somebody died?" I joke.

"That's not funny." Darla steps forward, her Led Zeppelin shirt stained with its fair share of grit and sand from defeating challenge after challenge except for the last she lost to a girl as fast as lightning.

"Not that it was serious, Darla." I hold my ground as her frown grows deeper.

"Or something I want to bring up." She remains hard.

"Well, I assume that you two are gonna let me know why you're both looking like somebody kicked a puppy." I cross my arm, trying to look tough despite the sun using my head as a target practice.

Angel speaks first, her downward expression forming into one a little better but still quite worrying for her.

"They've been talking about us." Angel keeps her statement short.

"You in particular, as they have for the last weeks-." Darla raises her voice as she keeps going.

"And I should care, why."

"More like why you shouldn't care." Darla snaps. "Let's see, you were seen with a vampire."

"We all date one, keep going." Her pale eyes outlined in dark liner she took from my vanity could rip me apart.

"But you were seen with him in broad moonlight"

"-discovering bodies. If it wasn't for me following my intuition into the woods where their coven is located, who knows what those coven hunters could have done? They should remember the broadness of our situation."

"But they don't see that, Kimora." Angel's voice sounds like a plea. The wild colors of her maxi dress make it hard to focus on her dark brown eyes only a few shades darker than her complexion. "They see what they want to see."

I fight back the shutter in my stomach.

"I don't need to care what they see because I know my intentions. I know what led me there that night and if any of those twilight hour witches try to claw at my name, I'll ask the real question. Why didn't they hear anything, why did our leader have to die when they should have been the first combatants."

"Why are you so adamant?" Darla grabs my arm, the rosary around her neck worn as both a travesty and an attempt to fit in with the humans as a protection cold against my skin.

"Why are you so afraid?" I spit. "We are of the coven of sharp stones, we were never the biggest and now we're the smallest. We can't let them kill off what's left of us."

Darla is never afraid to fight but in front of the other covens would be pure stupid. I hope with the stillness and quiet anger burning in her gaze, something inside of her head is thinking about how right I am.

"Stop it." Angel forces her way between us.

Angel's name is more than fitting if you're relying on the image that comes to a human's head. She is indeed the stereotypical image of the humanoid figure of perfection and love, her beauty and kindness unmatched.

Her heavyset features only add to her goddess appearance, not a blemish on her skin as her stringent self-care routine and perfected glamour magic had paid off.

"Kiki is hungry and if I don't get home, she'll destroy the house." Angel starts, worry edging in her voice for the bobcat.

"You didn't feed her?" I ask.

"No, because if I feed her, she'll still destroy the house trying to find some more food." She lifts her finger. "And today is Laddie's birthday so I have to find him something, we all have to find him something."

Angel narrows her eyes with solemnity. She has come to love the kid almost as much as Dwayne does, if not more. I'm not quite sure who loves him more, Dwayne, Angel, Star, or Paul. Marko is much like David and Darla, silent around the boy with not much to say to him besides a simple, "Hey Kiddo."

"Of course." I nod. "How could I forget."

Only half vampire, like Star, I wonder just how long David or Max would allow Star and Laddie to stay that way.

"You never forget." She pats my hand. "But you-."

She pivots her eyes to the sulking Darla who's already leaving, her copperhead climbing out from the inside of her vest colorful with patches and iron-ons.

"Never mind her." I close my eyes against the sunlight. "Sorry about everything."

"It isn't your fault." I flick my eyes to the now empty beach, the humans only specks farther out towards the mainland closer to the boardwalk.

"There are so many eyes beating down on me, you know what I mean. I want to be perfect, I want to be that girl who holds her punches and laughs it off. The girl who participates in everything and makes everyone feel at home."

"But you aren't that girl. You're the girl who's better at defense magic than memorizing incantations and makes a mean sigil when she needs to. You're the girl who we'd send to walk through danger because your brain completely rotted in the fear department."

"I know and they fear that."

"That's what we love about you. That's what this coven needs." Her lips twitch as she tried to fight back a smile. "That's what Ruth loved, why she let you join with nothing but a stupid Crowley book, a welcome to California notebook, and some herbs which you still have in a box."

My throat trembles as I try to hold back tears and cover it up with more laughable memories.

"She set the Crowley book aflame."

Angel chuckles. "A good choice to be honest. She always knew best."

I try to keep myself as composed as Angel does.

"I miss her."

"Me too." She looks out at the ocean which rears up yet again and strikes, but this time at the humans, dragging some form too close to the warning line of red tap away.

Angel quickly points but I remain tranquil as the people scream and cry out curses to the waters, some running away while a few of the brave dart out to the water to retrieve a man long gone.

When the spirits strike, nothing is left.

Ruth's deep voice rattles through me. I feel it with every fiber of my being.

"We should go." Angel takes my hand. "We need to go."

I shake my head, happy that she said just what I was thinking. "For sure."

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Bread on Toast - A Future Man Fanfiction

Josh Futturman and his fellow coworker and best friend, Liv Branson, get roped into saving the world as time traveling saviors with, what were thought to be, video game characters, Wolf and Tiger. Not only are Liv and Josh completely incompetent, but they are also emotionally inept- will this cause the destruction of mankind? Only time will tell.

Warnings: strong language, mentions of throwing up (not in detail), fighting, mentions of violence

Chapter 4: Justice Desserts

When they finally got back to Josh’s house it was dark and his parents were definitely home. Liv’s car was still in the driveway, which probably looked super weird to his parents. It was a good idea earlier that day when they decided not to take it just in case something illegal happened while they were on their mission, but now Josh’s parents were confused as fuck. Josh had missed 8 calls from his mom and 6 from his dad and his mom had even left a voice mail that went,

“Joshy, hey sweetie, I was wondering why Liv’s car is here but neither of you are? I know you’re 23, but I was just curious. Okay, I love you! Bye!”

“Shit…my family’s home.” Josh muttered as they slowly approached his house. “We can’t just go inside.”

“Sure we can, just climb through your bedroom window like last time.” Wolf said.

“How about we just go back into your little sewer lair or whatever.” Liv suggested. While the sewers were disgusting, at least it was more discreet than planning a mission in Josh’s bedroom. Climbing into the sewer made Josh paranoid because he was worried about a couple things: 1- what if his parents saw and put him in a mental institution for looking insane, 2 - what if a giant mutant spider got him, and 3 - what if the ladder was wet and he slipped and fell and died? Thankfully, none of those things happened as they all made it down into their new designated secret lair. Maybe they really were the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

“I’ll tell you that right now, it’ll be hard to separate humans from Biotics.” Tiger said, beginning to pace around as she formulated a plan in her head.

Wolf was already starting to make it look like a lair, he’d already hung weapons on the walls and from the ceiling and was setting up some sort of torture chamber for when they caught a Biotic. “I could go Call of Zion on them. It’ll be messy, but it could work?” Wolf suggested.

“Can you two get everyone you work with in one room so we can flood it?” Tiger asked seriously.

“No, we can’t do that.” Josh said.

“Hm, can’t or won’t?” Tiger put her hands on her hips.

Josh scoffed. “I dunno, both? I thought that point was to catch a Biotic alive and get them to tell us where we can find their TTD?”

“Yeah, so we have to weed out the humans from the Biotics, humans are weaker so they die first. The Biotics will be left standing and then you can,” Wolf drew a line across his neck. “Take ‘em all out except for one. Then the torture starts.” He looked excited.

“Isn’t there a way we can do this without killing people? Like a light, non-lethal dosage of poison?” Liv suggested.

“Biotics are immune to poison,” Tiger said, thinking it through. “I mean, we could gas the vents, but I don’t know, that’s too risky.”

“Ingestibles are safer.” Wolf said. “This place is thick with sewer mushrooms,” he looked around as he pulled on a chain he’d been setting up, making sure it would hold. “A couple seconds after eating one of those and you’ll puke and shit yourself and wake up with little to no memory of what happened. Learned that the hard way twice…I think.”

Tiger grabbed a chain that was dangling from the ceiling and started to loop it around a metal chair they must have found out on the street, they looked like they were making a homemade electric chair. “I dunno, too many variables, it would work if they were all in the same place at the same time eating the same thing.”

Liv looked at Josh and shook his arm as it dawned on her. “Josh! The Kronish Ball!” She exclaimed.

Josh lit up. “Oh my God, Liv you’re a genius! Guys, our company party is this weekend. Everyone gets dressed up, there’s an open bar and tons of food and the best part is that at the end, Kronish gives this big speech and it ends with everyone eating a Kronish ball. They’re like little chocolate truffle balls.” He explained.

“And they’re delicious.” Liv added.

“That’s stupid, even for the standards of this time.” Tiger immediately shut them down.

“No, Tiger, the entire company has to be there.” Liv explained.

“Yeah, so if there are anymore Biotics hiding in the lab they’ll have to be there.” Josh said. Wolf and Tiger looked at each other. “If one of us can get the recipe for the Kronish Balls, do you think we could make a poisoned version and then swap it in?”

Wolf nodded his head. “It’s doable.”

“Wolf, you seem to know about poison, what do you know about cooking?” Josh asked.

“Remove the hair, eat the meat.” Wolf stated.

“Okay, that’s a start,” Josh looked at Liv and shrugged. “Tiger, you can go undercover as my date.” Tiger made a face. “A partner.” She blinked at him. “A mate?” She rolled her eyes.

“Fine. I’ll be your fucking date.” She grumbled. Josh looked at Liv.

“You can be Wolf’s date since you seem to be his best friend.” He said quietly to her. Liv sighed and nodded. In an ideal world, she would have the balls to have already asked Josh to the Kronish Ball, but, this wasn’t an ideal world. Every year they would go and meet up at the party, but then Josh would just wistfully stare at Jeri and talk about how he wished that he were brave enough to talk to her. This would be the first year either of them brought dates.

“If they’re gonna fit in, then we’ve got a lot of work to do.” Liv whispered to him, pointing to Tiger and Wolf subtly. Wolf had found a plunger and was making noises into it, thoroughly entertained by how it made his voice sound echoey. Tiger shot a snot rocket out of her nose, making Liv and Josh both wince.

“I gotta even it out.” She mumbled as she blew one out the other nostril. Josh scooted away from her and nodded.

“Tomorrow I’ll introduce them to my parents and come up with some kind of lie so they don’t think they’re crazy. Come over a little earlier tomorrow, ‘kay?” He said quietly to Liv. She nodded.

“What about my car, how will you explain that?” She asked.

“Uh…shit, I’ll come up with something.” Josh and Liv left Tiger and Wolf to set up their torture chamber, ordering them to stay in one spot for the night. Josh snuck Liv up his driveway and into her car. As Liv drove away unnoticed by Josh’s parents, she wondered how Josh could possibly come up with a lie believable enough that Josh’s parents wouldn’t think Tiger and Wolf were insane.

The next morning Liv knocked on the Futturman’s door. Diane Futturman opened the door and her whole face lit up. “Liv! Oh my goodness, it’s so good to see you! Did you have fun at the movie last night?” Diane asked, hugging Liv tightly.

She was caught off guard “Yes!” She answered as enthusiastically as she could, reciprocating the hug. “It was…a movie!”

“Liv!” Gabe Futturman walked into the living room. “Congratulations on deciding to get places on foot from now on! You sure are stronger than I, that’s for sure.” He greeted her.

Liv laughed awkwardly. “Thank you, Gabe?” Her car was in the driveway, she hadn’t walked there on foot…and then it hit her. That must have been the lie Josh had come up with. She should have never trusted him to come up with the lie, it should have been her.

“Joshy, Tiger, Corey, Liv’s here!” Diane called into the kitchen. “You’ve met Tiger and Corey right? How crazy is it that they were in Afghanistan?”

Before Liv could answer, Josh came around the corner. “Liv! My partner for this program!” He announced unnaturally. “Aren’t you so excited to be partners for the job training project at Kronish Labs?”

“You’re so bad at this.” Liv whispered to him as he went in for the world’s most awkward hug.

“Shut up, Liv.” Josh whispered. Wolf and Tiger sauntered around the corner.

“Liv, it’s so sweet of you to help Joshy with this program.” Diane said. “And tell me, what made you decide to start walking everywhere?”

Liv shot Josh a look as he looked down at the ground, pretending not to be paying attention. “You know, I have no idea. But I did just barely decided not to do it anymore.” She said, staring daggers into Josh the whole time.

“Well! We’d better get on our way to work!” Josh interrupted before his parents could ask more questions. “Those toilets aren’t gonna plunge themselves.”

“Well, hope you can stay longer next time, Liv!” Diane gave Liv another hug. “Bye Joshy,” Josh gave both of his parents hugs.

“Goodbye Liv, Josh.” Tiger nodded at them formally. Wolf also nodded at them. As soon as the front door closed behind them, Liv scolded Josh as they walked to her car.

“You told them I walk everywhere now?! Josh, you terrible liar, my car was in your driveway?”

“Well, you don’t anymore! I told my parents we walked to a movie theater last night, okay? They asked why and that’s what I told them.” Josh defended himself. “And by the way, Wolf and Tiger are now refugees from Afghanistan who were in the war.”

“I heard,” Liv and Josh got into her car. “So, are we just trusting Tiger and Wolf to be alone in your house with your parents?”

“I told my dad that Wolf was on the committee for making the Kronish balls and wanted to learn some things about cooking.” Josh explained as Liv pulled out of his driveway. Gabe was an amazing cook, so if anyone could teach Wolf how to cook, it was him. “And my mom is so excited to have some ‘girl time’ with Tiger.”

“Damn, I kinda wish I could be there to see that. So what’s your plan to get the Kronish ball recipe?”

“I was thinking I would go and ask Kronish.”

“Going straight to the man himself, I like it.” Liv said as she flipped on her blinker.

“Is it weird that I’m nervous to go to work?” Josh asked.

“No, because I am too, especially because anyone we work with could be a Biotic.”

Two days really wasn’t a lot of time. Josh realized that as he exited Kronish’s office, panicking. Kronish broke the news to him that the Kronish balls wouldn’t be making an appearance at the Kronish Ball due to Dr. Camillo being severely pissed off at him for giving away their research.

Meanwhile, Liv meandered past Jeri’s empty desk, hoping to snag another mini candy cane when she saw Josh leaving Kronish’s office. His face told her everything she needed to know. He had bad news.

“Hey you two!” Jeri greeted them as she came back to her desk. “I’m so glad to see you! I was worried you two had quit without notice like two people did yesterday.”

Liv and Josh exchanged glances. “Uh- uh, who quit?” Josh asked.

“Carl,”

“Oh no, not Carl!” Liv acted as though she didn’t know.

“And Janis from accounting.” A flash of Janis “Pretty Smile Girl” from accounting having her arm axed off crossed both Josh and Liv’s minds.

“Oh…I don’t think I knew her…” Josh side-eyed Liv.

“Yeah, don’t think I met her, but oh no! That’s so sad!” Liv awkwardly shuffled her feet.

“You also missed a whole day of Camillo yelling at Kronish,” Jeri said, pulling up a video on her Blapple phone. “I caught some of it on video.” She turned her phone to Josh and Liv, showing Camillo screaming his lungs out.

“STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID MAN!!!! YOU’RE SO STUPID, STUPID-“ Camillo shrieked in the video.

“Ohhhhh,” Josh shook his head as he watched. “Kronish does not deserve that…you know, what if we tried to cheer him up?” Josh suggested.

Liv looked at him with a confused look. They didn’t have time for that. Josh noticed her face.

“I heard,” he started, trying to organically explain the situation to Liv while not sounding suspicious to Jeri. “Uh, I heard the Kronish balls are being retired this year.” Jeri nodded solemnly.

“What?!” Liv gasped. “I- I mean, because they were my favorite part.” She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“I know, me too.” Josh said. “I was thinking, Jeri, could you maybe get me the Kronish ball recipe and we can surprise Dr. Kronish by making him some!”

“Wow, that’s really thoughtful for a dude.” Jeri sounded impressed. “A real renaissance janitor.” She said to Liv, making her giggle.

“I feel like you could have said man there, but okay, I’ll take it.” Josh muttered.

Jeri gave him a small charming smile. “I’ll see what I can do about that recipe.”

Josh gave her a big flustered smile back. “Thank you!”

“I’ll email it to you tomorrow, man.” She teased.

“Thanks, girl.” Josh teased back.

“Woman.” Jeri and Liv both corrected him, before turning to each other and laughing. Josh gave her an awkward thumbs up as Liv pulled him away from Jeri’s desk as he wore a flustered grin.

“Good thinking lover boy.” Liv said to him in a hushed voice as they walked down the hall.

“Shut up, Liv.” Josh rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I had a thought. What if we tried to go through Carl and that other girl’s records to see if we can find similarities between them, you know, so we can try to spot those same things in Biotics.” Liv said, pulling Josh over to a door that had an authorized personnel only sign.

“Ooh, good idea Liv!” Josh said, looking both ways to make sure no one was looking, and then scanning his badge and sneaking into the room with Liv. The room was full of shelves and cabinets that contained different files.

“Lawsuits…” Liv read as she scanned the cabinet labels. “Pending lawsuits?”

Josh walked to the end of the row of cabinets. “Aha! I found it!” He opened the cabinet and flipped through the files. “Do you remember Janis’ last name?”

“No, I didn’t even know her name this morning.” Liv said, walking over and looking over his shoulder.

“Wait, I think I found her.” He pulled out a folder with her name. He flipped through until he found Carl’s and handed it to her. “Okay, let’s see if we can spot any similarities between these two files-“

“What are you guys doing in here?” Liv and Josh gasped and spun around to see Jeri standing behind them holding a box of Christmas decorations and wearing a confused expression. Josh immediately dropped the file he was holding.

“Uh, uh, we were just talking and we both agreed that, um, we were both so sad to hear about Carl and Janis that we decided to find their addresses so we could send them a goodbye card.” Josh said nervously.

“From the Kronish Labs janitorial department.” Liv added.

“There’s only two of you.” Jeri said.

“Two people can make up a department.” Liv said, looking at Josh and laughing nervously.

“You guys really shouldn’t go through people’s files, it’s a serious invasion of privacy.” Jeri said seriously. Liv and Josh both went pale and exchanged worried glances, worried Jeri would go and tell someone.

“I’m kidding!” Jeri smiled and started laughing. “That’s really sweet you guys, can I put my name on it too?”

Josh sighed and laughed along with her. “Of course,”

“Hey, do you guys wanna take a break from work? Read some of these records?” Jeri asked, giggling. Liv glanced at Josh and saw a bit of blush covering his cheeks as he considered.

“Dr. Camillo’s emergency contact is just 911!” Josh laughed, reading through Dr. Camillo’s file. Liv, Josh, and Jeri sat on the floor each reading a file belonging to the other employees of the lab.

“Oh my God!” Liv giggled.

“Nobody loves that guy!” Jeri said in a fake sad voice but started laughing too. They’d brought snacks into the room with them, a big bag of Cheetos and even a bottle of sriracha (Josh’s request).

Jeri opened a new file. “Joshua Sasha Futturman?” She read out Josh’s full government name. Liv burst out laughing.

“Sometimes I forget that’s your full name.” She said through her giggles.

“I- it’s my grandma’s name, it’s supposed to be sentimental, just- just- give me that!” Josh tried to snatch the file away from Jeri as he blushed. Liv stopped laughing for a moment as she watched Jeri and Josh interact.

“Joshua Sasha Futturman, Joshua Sasha Futturman, Josh-“ she tried to say fast.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughed as he tried again to grab the file from her hand. She leaned away, laughing.

“Woah there buddy, back off or I’ll rub tree nuts on your face until you get golf ball sized hives and welts.” She quoted Josh’s file.

Liv bit the inside of her cheek as she slowly peeled her eyes away from watching Josh and Jeri. She should be proud of Josh, she knew she would be, he’d been scared to talk to Jeri for three years, and now they were acting like best friends. Josh was grinning from ear to ear. He was so happy. Liv wanted to curl into a ball and die. She stared down at the file she was holding, which was Jeri’s. Josh nudged her.

“Alright Liv, let me read Jeri’s file and see what she’s allergic to.” Liv handed him the file and tried to look like she didn’t want to snap her neck. She felt terrible for feeling so jealous.

“Jeri Elizabeth Lang…I guess that’s pretty normal.” Jeri smirked at Josh. “Medical issues…none, Allergies…none…”

“Are you having fun?” Jeri giggled.

“Aw, you’re lame.” Josh teased, nudging her. “What about Liv, let’s look at your file.” Josh grabbed hers next.

“Josh, you already know all that stuff in my file.” Liv said.

“I know, but I wanna read it. Let’s see, Liv Amelia Branson,” Josh pretended to look shocked. “Woah! That’s your name?”

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “You’re so dumb.”

“You’re lactose intolerant?” He kept pretending he was shocked. Jeri was laughing at what he was doing.

“Shut up, Joshua Sasha Futturman.” Liv shoved him.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed. “Who wants a sriracheeto?” Josh grabbed a Cheeto from the bag and put sriracha on it.

Jeri shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “Oh, gross…”

Liv reached over Josh and also took a Cheeto and snatched the sriracha bottle from his hand. “Oh Jeri, you’re missing out.”

“This is a Futturman family recipe.” Josh said before eating his creation.

“It’s the only good thing I’ve ever gotten out of being friends with him.” Liv joked, shooting Josh a sly smile.

“You know there’s a thing called hot cheetos right?” Jeri asked, smiling widely.

Josh immediately shook his head. “It’s not the same.”

Jeri laughed again. “Well, this was really fun you guys, thanks for letting me crash your janitorial department’s hang out.” She leaned over and bumped her shoulder against Josh’s. “I should probably get back to work.” She said, getting up.

“Yeah, us too.” Josh stood up after her as Liv followed. “We should probably clean these up Liv.”

“Yeah,” Liv shoved her hands in her pockets.

“I’ll see you guys later, bye.” Jeri smiled as she walked out of the room, grabbing the box of Christmas decorations she was holding earlier. As soon as Liv was sure Jeri was gone she punched Josh in the arm.

“Look at you go, lover boy.” She teased Josh, even though that interaction made her heart weep.

“Shut up, Liv.” Josh shoved her gently.

The next day Josh walked into work carrying a pair of headphones.

“What are those?” Liv asked. She didn’t noticed him carrying them on the drive to work.

“Oh, they’re for Jeri.” Josh said in a quiet and giddy voice. Of course. “Look, I made them say ‘Stu blockers’-“

“Is that seriously what you did last night?” Liv snapped , sounding meaner than she meant it. “I was hoping you had news about Wolf and Tiger and how they’re doing.”

Josh’s smile faded as he noticed the irritated look on her face. “Oh- oh yeah, they’re fine. Wolf finally knows how to measure ingredients now and Tiger is apparently going to learn to walk in heels today.”

Liv closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’m just really stressed about this mission, I barely slept last night.” She explained. That was half true, she’d also spent the night listening to “Hopelessly Devoted To You” by Olivia Newton-John on repeat while staring at the ceiling.

Josh quietly nodded and they got into the elevator and headed to the second floor. As they walked together down the hall, they saw Jeri looking stressed out by her desk.

“Hey Jeri, I got you something-“

“What did you guys do?” She hissed, grabbing both of their arms and pulling them into Kronish’s dark and empty office. “The police are here.”

“Why would-“

“They’re looking for Josh and Liv Pastman.” Jeri said, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at them. Liv shot Josh a dirty look, immediately recalling their little hang out at the meth lab the other day.

“Why did you use both of our real first names, stupid.” Liv swatted his arm.

“Ow! I panicked! I-“ Josh looked at Jeri, who looked slightly scared. “We’re not killers if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Liv peeked out through a crack in the door and saw an officer strutting down the hall and talking to another officer in a hushed voice. He had three scars down his cheek resembling cat whiskers. “Josh. We need to get the fuck out of here.” She whispered. Josh peeked out the crack in the door too and saw the officer walk away. Liv and Josh immediately sneakily ran out of the office, but Jeri followed them.

“Why’s a cop looking for you guys?”

“It’s complicated.” Josh said frantically as Liv pushed through some doors.

“Well can you tell me what’s going on?”

“No, we can’t.” Liv huffed.

“Josh.” Jeri grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Level with me here.” She said. Josh immediately folded.

“Look, I got mixed up in something and accidentally dragged Liv into it with me and the cops just won’t understand right now.” Josh explained, his eyes begging her to trust him. “I promise, we did nothing wrong.” Jeri looked between both of them, trying to decide if she believed Josh. “Would you please help us get out of here?”

Jeri slowly exhaled. “You better be the fun kind of fugitives.” She grabbed their hands and started to lead them down the hall when the door directly in front of them swung open. Josh and Liv dove behind the wall.

“Hello, um, Detective Skarsgaard how’s your search going?” Jeri said, trying to sound as natural as she possibly could. In front of Liv and Josh were two bins. Josh threw open one and motioned for Liv to get in. It had loads of towels stacked inside. She shoved enough aside for her to get in and quietly shut the lid, attempting to cover herself in them. It was rather cozy, the towels were even warm, they were probably fresh from the laundry. She burrowed herself further into the towels, trying to at least get comfortable.

“You failed to mention earlier that a Josh Futturman worked here.” Detective Skarsgaard said to Jeri.

“Oh….see I didn’t think of that.” Liv heard Jeri say.

“We’ve got two options for this Liv girl, Liv Branson or Olivia Turner.”

“You know, I don’t know either one of them super well.” Jeri lied.

“There was a shootout at a meth lab the other day leaving five critically wounded.” Skarsgaard’s voice sounded closer. Suddenly the lid to Liv’s hiding spot was thrown open. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that she’d covered herself well enough. She felt the bin rustle as the lid closed. Oh thank God. Liv thought to herself.

“The people I’m looking for might have something to do with it.” Skarsgaard continued to explain after shutting the lid. “They also might have something to do with the death of a cop back in 1969.” Liv furrowed her brows as she heard this, wondering what he meant. “That cop? My partner, Jorge Santiago. He left behind a widow, belly swollen with child.” Just then, Liv felt her bin rock as Skarsgaard threw open the lid of Josh’s neighboring hiding spot. She held her breath and prayed Josh’s bin wasn’t empty. She was met with silence. “What the fuck do you people do here?” Skarsgaard finally asked in a disgusted voice.

“…science.” Jeri answered.

Liv heard Skarsgaard’s footsteps walk past her hiding spot again. “I’m going to ask you again. Where is Josh Futturman and Liv Branson or Olivia Turner?”

“I don’t know.” Jeri said. “But I can tell you this, Josh and Liv couldn’t have done it, they weren’t alive in the 60s.”

“So are you saying you know it’s Liv Branson?”

“Um…no, I’m saying you asked me about someone named Liv.”

“How do you know they weren’t alive in the 60s?” Skarsgaard asked in an intimidating voice.

“I know of both of those people and they’re both in their 20s.” Jeri said, sounding as calm as she could. Liv’s heart was pounding.

“Then where is Josh Futturman?” Skarsgaard demanded.

“Again, I don’t know. But a shootout doesn’t sound like him! He’s kinda dopey…and- and charming, and harmless- but not in an unattractive way.” Jeri said, and Liv slumped down amongst the towels. Oh. Jeri liked Josh now. Great.

“I used to know a guy exactly like that. My partner, Jorge Santiago. Here’s my card. Tell your lover boy to give me a call.” Liv heard Skarsgaard’s steps get further away and then heard a door shut.

“He’s gone.” Jeri said, letting out a sigh of relief. Liv popped out of her towel bin at the same time that Josh practically erupted out of his bin all covered in possum guts, spitting and retching. Liv and Jeri both looked shocked and disgusted for a second. Josh wiped his eyes and looked at Liv.

“Yours was a TOWEL BIN?!” Josh shouted as Liv handed him a towel, only holding it by two fingers, scared she might accidentally touch his slimy possum gut hands. Josh snatched the towel away from her and wiped his face. He clambered out of the dead possum bin, still sputtering and smelling like death. “Liv, come on, let’s go.” He tried to wipe his clothes off, but just ended up smearing the guts. Jeri helped Liv and Josh sneak out of the building and into the parking lot.

“Jeri, I can’t thank you enough.” Liv said as she fumbled with her car keys.

“No problem, it’s what friends do.” Jeri said, giving Liv a small smile. Liv’s heart swelled as Jeri called her her friend. Then it sank a little, of course she was becoming friends with Josh’s little girlfriend. “Sorry you have to drive home with Mr. Dead Possum Guts over there.” Jeri whispered, watching Josh get into Liv’s car as carefully as he could and laying down some towels he’d brought with him on his seat.

“It’s okay,” Liv chuckled.

“Hey, is there, um, anything going on between you two?” Jeri asked, putting her hands in her pockets. Liv was stunned and opened her mouth to answer but couldn’t. Jeri blinked a couple times before looking at the ground as she shrugged. “I mean…like…romantically?”

“Uh, I mean, no…”

“Oh! Okay! I mean, I was just wondering because, you know, you guys seem really close,”

“Yeah, it’s…it’s platonic.” Liv said, trying to mask the sadness in her voice at the word “platonic”.

“Cool, cool. Just wondering.” Jeri said nonchalantly.

“We, uh, we should probably go, you know, since there’s…cops.” Liv said, awkwardly backing away.

“Yes! Oh yes! Go!” Jeri shooed Liv. She smiled at her again. “Bye Liv, get home safe.” Goddammit. Jeri was such a sweetheart, Liv couldn’t help but feel horrible for feeling so jealous. She never in a million years thought Josh would ever muster up the courage to ever speak to Jeri, and on top of that, she didn’t think Jeri would ever pay attention to him, he was just a janitor. Just like her. Liv got into the car and was immediately repulsed by the smell.

“Oh my fucking God.” Liv gagged.

Josh was slumped in his seat. “Shut up, Liv.” He sighed.

The drive to Josh’s was the longest drive ever because of the smell, Liv had to roll down all the windows. Neither of them spoke for a good chunk of it.

“What was Jeri saying to you?” Josh finally spoke up. Liv tensed slightly. Did she tell him? She wasn’t sure if he’d heard her get all mushy about him to Detective Skarsgaard earlier.

“Oh, she was telling me we should probably lay low for a couple of days.” Liv lied and immediately felt like a terrible friend. Josh nodded in agreement.

“Yeah…but we’re still going to the Kronish Ball tomorrow.” He said. “I doubt the cops will be there then.”

“Oh yeah, by the way, did you kill a cop in 1969?!”

“Oh for the love of God, that was Wolf!”

Liv and Josh made it back just in time for Tiger’s heel walking lessons. Josh went to take a shower after lying to his parents that Kronish let everyone off of work early as a Christmas present and he smelled like death because there was an accident at work (that part was technically true). Wolf was ecstatic that Liv was there and was so excited for her to taste his test chocolate truffle without poison.

“Oh. My. God.” Liv gasped as she bit into it. She looked at Wolf with wide eyes. “Corey, this is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

“Really?!” Wolf grinned from ear to ear. Gabe, who was standing proudly behind Wolf beaming, gave Wolf a hug. Liv was surprised to see Wolf happily accept the hug.

“Liv, would you want to come help me and Tiger?” Diane asked, standing at the top of the stairs with Tiger sulking behind her. Liv practically shot up the stairs. This was something she had to see.

Tiger walking in heels was like watching Ariel walk for the first time as a human in The Little Mermaid.

“How is something so stupid so hard?” Tiger growled through gritted teeth as she almost broke both of her ankles.

Liv stood next to Diane, who was sitting on the edge of her bed. “Weight on your toe, not your heel. And don’t look down.” Diane instructed.

Tiger angrily kicked the heels off. “Why would you wear something that would compromise your ability to move?” She grumbled.

“They tighten your tushie!” Diane said. Tiger looked at Liv with a questioning face as she plopped down on the bed in front of Diane.

“Your butt.” Liv translated.

“Everything you’ve been telling me these past two days? Paint my face, wear colorful garb, put on those tiny fucking stilts…you’ve reduced me to nothing more than a sewer clown.” Tiger glared at Diane.

Diane sighed and looked up at Liv. Liv gave Tiger a pleading look. Diane got up and went to her closet and pulled out an elegant black dress. “Tiger, when I wear something like this I feel beautiful, and confident, and comfortable. I do it for myself, I mean, sure Gabe appreciates it,” she laid the dress out on the bed. “He actually calls it the ‘sex dress’.” Liv’s eyes widened as held back a laugh and she looked at Tiger, expecting to see her have a similar reaction, but Tiger just looked pissed off and confused, so, her usual look. “It’s actually the best way I’ve found to get him away from those whale documentaries.”

“Why? Why is it so distracting?” Tiger asked.

Diane sat back down on the edge of the bed. “Well, because he’s a man, and you know how men are.” Tiger looked at her blankly. “They think with their dicks.” Diane said, laughing a little bit. Liv snorted and started laughing too. “Well, not all men, but…” Liv gave her a look that said “are you sure?” “Actually, no yeah, it is all men.”

“So, you’re saying this dress can mind control men?” Tiger asked, picking up the dress.

“I mean, yeah, and some women. That’s besides the point. Tiger, if you don’t feel comfortable in those then who cares what anyone thinks?”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Tiger snapped. “What is your fucking endgame here?”

“No, Tiger, there is no endgame. If something or someone is important to Joshy, they’re important to me, he’s family. I’m sure Liv feels the same, they’ve been best friends for years.” Diane explained.

“Yeah Tiger, we’re nice to you because we like you.” Liv said. Liv saw Tiger’s eyes soften a little before she spoke again, not wanting to let Liv know what she’d said actually meant a lot to her.

“Well, I never had a family. I had a ward leader, but he was killed trying to steal a sugar cube.” Tiger saw Liv and Diane’s eyes look sorry for her. “It was my sugar cube.”

Diane glanced at Liv and hesitated before she spoke. “Well, you’ve got family all around you here, and I am not going to let you fail!” She got up and walked around the bed, picking up the heels and turned to Tiger. “If Joshy can learn to walk in heels, then so can you.”

Liv burst out laughing. “Josh can walk in heels?” Diane gave her a huge smile as she nodded. Tiger rolled her eyes and snatched the shoes from Diane’s hands.

Somehow, later that night, Liv ended up back at Kronish Labs after hours with Josh in the passenger seat and Wolf and Tiger in the back. Josh had just told her they needed to go “check on something” without giving her any context. Probably because his parents were standing right behind them. They watched as a catering van pulled into the parking lot and two guys got out. Liv was still unsure of what they were doing.

“So why did I drive you guys here?” She asked.

“Well, we need a van to transport the balls.” Josh said.

“And we can’t just bring them in my car?”

“It’s a lot of balls, Liv.”

“We don’t need the van for the balls.”

“I want the van for the balls.” Wolf said in the backseat.

“Wolf wants the van for the balls.” Josh repeated to Liv.

“Stop saying balls.” Tiger grumbled from the backseat.

“So we’re going to steal this company’s van?” Liv asked, shocked Josh was willing to go with it.

“Wolf and Tiger promised not to kill anyone.” Josh said. Tiger huffed in annoyance.

“So let me get this straight, we’re stealing this van from this company who was kind enough to cater for our company party, we’re going to bring it back to your house and just expect your parents to not notice there’s a new car in their driveway?” Liv asked, rubbing her temples.

“We’ll just tell them that the committee let Wolf bring the van home a day early?” Josh shrugged. He saw Liv giving him a deadpan stare. “Liv! We’re trying to not drive your car around when we do illegal things, remember? The police are already looking for us, we don’t need them knowing your license plate number.”

“This is illegal, Josh!” She cried.

“They’re going inside,” Tiger said, watching the two men go inside through the delivery doors of the building. They had probably come the night before the party to start setting up. Tiger opened her door and got out of the car.

“Okay, me and Tiger will go get the van. Wolf and Liv, stay here and follow us home.” Josh said as he hurried out of the car before Liv could protest. She sat in shock as she watched Josh try to keep up with Tiger as they sprinted towards the van.

Wolf slowly leaned forward and said, “Can I sit in the front?” In Liv’s ear, startling her. She’d almost forgotten he was there.

“Jesus-“ she turned around and looked at Wolf. She heard the van start and looked over her shoulder to see Josh in the driver's seat, giving her a thumbs up as he sped away. Liv turned back to Wolf. “No.” She said and sped away after the van. Liv looked out of the rear view mirror and saw that no one came rushing out after them like she thought would happen. She still let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is something wrong?” Wolf asked from the backseat.

“I can’t believe Josh had this stupid fucking plan and brought me here to steal this fucking van because he thought it would be ‘more discreet’ or whatever the fuck. We’re going to get fucking arrested.” Liv slammed a hand on her steering wheel. There was a long pause.

“This was my idea.” Wolf said.

“What?”

“I wanted the van.” Wolf reminded her. Liv felt bad for calling Wolf’s plan stupid…but it was. And Josh was still stupid for going with it.

“Oh…well Wolf, I’m just worried that they’ll be able to find us through this company’s stolen van.” Liv said, a little more gently.

“We’ll be fine.” Wolf said.

“Wolf-“

“It’ll be fine, Liv.” Wolf grumbled. He didn’t yell at her like he would have to anyone else. “All of my plans are fucking stupid.”

“That is not true.” Liv reassured him.

“Tiger always acts like they are.” Wolf was horizontally laying in the backseat, knees pulled against his body because he was too tall to sprawl out. He was pouting.

Liv sighed. “Wolf, I’m sorry I called your plan stupid. I only said that because I thought Josh came up with it.”

Silence. She glanced in her rear view mirror to see a small smile appear on his face as he started lightly chuckling. “It would be stupid if Josh came up with it.” Liv laughed too.

When they got home, Josh got out of the car with his eyes wide. “I just stole a car.” He said to Liv, looking both surprised and proud of himself. “What an adrenaline rush!”

“Quick question, did you consider that maybe the company might come looking for their van?” Liv asked him, folding her arms. Josh’s face fell. He clearly hadn’t thought of that.

The next evening, Liv showed up at Josh’s house ready for the Kronish Ball. Considering the van was still in the driveway, it was safe to say that no one came looking for it. Gabe answered the door for Liv and broke into a giant smile upon seeing her.

“Woah! Look out, movie star coming through!” Gabe exclaimed as he let Liv into their house. “Love the dress, Liv!” She was wearing a lacy navy blue dress that she’d worn as a bridesmaid at her cousin’s wedding earlier that year. She’d curled her hair and put it in a half up half down hairstyle. She felt very pretty.

“Thank you!” She grinned.

Wolf was in the kitchen, sprinkling some sugar on the Kronish balls. He looked up and they made eye contact, immediately smiling at each other.

“Wow, Liv, that’s a fancy dress.” Wolf said with a wide smile.

“Well, thank you Wolf. That’s a fancy suit.” Liv replied.

“Thanks, it’s from Gabe.” Wolf happily rearranged some of the balls on one of the platters. Josh came down the stairs and Liv did a double take. He was wearing a suit with a black tie, something so simple but Liv thought he looked really good.

“Hey Liv! Wow!” He looked at her dress. “You look really pretty!” He said, smiling at her.

Liv could not hide the blush on her face after he’d said that. “…thanks!” She said in an abnormally high voice after realizing she was just staring at him.

“Josh, we’d better start loading up the van.” Gabe said, helping Wolf gather up some of the platters.

“Oh! Right,” Josh grabbed a platter and handed it to Liv and grabbed one himself. They made a couple trips back and forth from the house to the van. “Okay, mom! Tiger! We’d better get going or we’re gonna be late!” Josh called upstairs as he did a final sweep for anything else they needed to take with them. Diane came walking out of the bedroom holding a black shawl.

“Woah, mom, what did you do to your hair?” Josh asked. Liv walked up next to him to see Diane had dyed a streak of her hair purple just like Tiger.

“Oh, I just put a little tiger stripe in it.” She smiled. Tiger slowly walked out of the room in the elegant black dress that Diane had showed her the day before. Josh and Liv’s jaws fell on the floor. She looked sexy as fuck. “Awww, isn’t she beautiful?”

Tiger walked down the stairs slowly, scared to trip and fall in her stilettos. “Yeah, surprisingly so.” Josh said. Liv elbowed him. Diane pulled Tiger into a hug, which Tiger reluctantly accepted.

“Awww,” Liv sighed quietly while Josh impatiently tapped his foot.

“Okay, mom, we really do have to go.” Josh said. Diane let go and Tiger gave her a tight lipped smile.

“Okay, bye Joshy, bye Tiger, bye Liv- ooh Liv! I like your dress! Where’s it from?”

“Mom!”

“Oh right, sorry. Bye Corey!” Diane called outside to Wolf. The three of them loaded into the van, Josh in the driver’s seat, Liv in the passenger seat, and Wolf and Tiger left to fend for themselves in the back amongst the shelves of Kronish balls. As Josh pulled out of the driveway, Liv noticed an aux cord that had gotten left in the car. She grabbed it and connected her phone.

“Any song suggestions?” Liv asked Josh.

“Just play something.” Josh said. Liv put her “Liv&Josh” playlist on shuffle. They made the playlist when they first became friends as something they could listen to together on breaks at work. The first song that came on was “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone. “Ooh! This is a good one! Wolf you’re gonna love this one!” Josh said, cranking the volume. He pointed at Liv and sang. “Hey!”

Liv pointed back and echoed him. “Hey!”

“What’s the matter with your head, yeah!” They both sang together, dancing in their seats. Tiger watched them with a judgemental look, but Wolf was nodding his head along to the beat, copying the way Liv and Josh bounced their shoulders to the song.

“What the fuck is happening here?” Tiger asked quietly, looking confused and scared at the same time.

“COME AND GET YOUR LOVE!!!!” Liv and Josh both sang at the top of their lungs. Wolf grinned and nodded his head ecstatically to the song.

“I do like this song!” He exclaimed. Liv and Josh imitated the guitar sounds with their mouths as they sang along.

Josh and Liv sang their hearts out as Josh drove, Wolf excitedly bopped along, and Tiger had her head in hands and was massaging her temples as if she had a headache. They pulled up to the function and Wolf poked his head up to the front.

“You guys go on ahead, I’ll take care of the food.” He said.

“Aw, but Wolf, you’re my date.” Liv fake whined as she unbuckled her seat belt.

“We’ll meet up, I’ve got an idea for how to sneak these in.” He said in a low voice.

Josh gave Liv a look that said “don’t ask any further questions”. “Alright, let’s go inside.” He said, motioning for Tiger and Liv to follow him. They headed inside, keeping their heads down.

“Remember, anyone who doesn’t puke is a Biotic. When the fighting starts you’ll both want to take cover. It’s hard enough to kill a perf, let alone take one alive.” Tiger reminded them quietly as they approached the party. Josh glanced at Liv with a nervous look.

“Okay.” He said in a small voice.

“I see Kronish,” Liv said quietly. “Should we go talk to him?”

“Diane trained me in the art of small talk.” Tiger said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Josh said, waking over. “Dr. Kronish!” He greeted Kronish as they approached him and his wife.

“Oh Futturman, Branson! Good to see you two.” Kronish greeted them back.

“This is quite the party.” Liv said cheerfully.

“It’s a fucking joke.” Kronish’s wife corrected, making Liv and Josh’s smiles fade.

Kronish sighed. “Not now Marigold, please.” He muttered to her.

“Give me a drink ticket.” Marigold said softly but sternly. Kronish sighed as he handed her his drink ticket.

“Uh, Dr. Kronish, this is my date.” Josh said, gesturing to Tiger.

“Oh, hello,” Kronish held out his hand for a handshake. Tiger grabbed his hand.

“Tyra. Gerheart. Wow, what a great party. You look like you’ve lost a ton of weight.” She said in a deadpan voice, not even shaking his hand, instead she just squeezed it progressively harder.

Kronish pulled his hand away. “If that shake were any heartier, I’d have to call it a maul.” Kronish attempted to joke. Liv and Josh forced out fake laughs.

“Haha. Haha.” Tiger deadpanned, earning side eyes from Liv and Josh.

“I’ll be at the bar.” Marigold announced, walking away. Kronish sighed again.

“The wife is not happy with me about my gift I gave to the scientific community. I’ll be paying for that for, oh, ever.”

“Well, Liv and I have a surprise for you. We figured it wouldn’t be the Kronish Ball without…” Josh pulled a little box out of his suit coat pocket. “A Kronish ball!”

Kronish’s eyes lit up. “You two are so nice-“ he reached to grab it.

Tiger grabbed his hand with her crushing strength. “Can’t have that. Can’t have that right now.” Josh grabbed her hand and pulled it off of Kronish’s. Just then, Jeri walked by. It seemed like she was about to walk up to them, but saw Josh holding Tiger’s hand and decided against it. Her eyes looked sad. Josh made eye contact with Jeri and let go of Tiger’s hand and shot her a glare.

“If you follow me, I have a surprise for you.” Josh said, leading Kronish away while he rubbed his hand and gave Tiger a look. Josh gestured for Liv to stay with Tiger.

“Tiger, that is not how you do small talk.” Liv muttered as she ventured further into the party, Tiger followed.

“Who was that girl who looked at Josh?” Tiger asked, still sounding deapan.

“Jeri?” Liv pursed her lips.

“Do you hate her?”

“No, she’s my friend. She’s Josh’s friend too.” Liv said, walking over to the tables full of food.

“Then why are you making that face?” Tiger asked.

Liv realized she was pouting. “I’m not making a face.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I found you guys!” Wolf’s voice came from behind them.

“Oh thank God you’re here.” Tiger said. “Liv is getting all pouty on me.”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Liv, what’s wrong?” Wolf asked, eyes going soft.

“Nothing!” Liv whined. She paused and took in Wolf’s new server outfit. “…where did you get that?”

“I stole it off of a guy outside.” Wolf said.

“Wolf!”

“It’s okay! I hid his body in some bushes.”

“Oh my God, he’s dead?!”

“No, he’ll probably just wake up real fucking confused tomorrow.” Wolf said.

“Wolf, you had a suit. Why did you change?” Liv asked, trying to remain calm.

“To fit in with the people in the kitchen.” Wolf said, as if it were obvious. Liv’s phone buzzed. She huffed and pulled her phone out of her pocket to see a text from Josh that read “911. Come to the kitchen now.”

“Josh needs us in the kitchen.” Liv said.

“A Biotic might have caught him, we need to move.” Tiger said. They rushed to the kitchen (which Wolf had to lead them to), and saw Josh standing in the middle of a chocolatey murder scene. The Kronish balls. Wolf sank to his knees, the look of grief clear as day on his face.

“What happened?!” Liv gasped.

“What kind of a monster would do this?” Wolf was picking up the silver trays he’d laid the chocolate balls on and holding them as if they were a dead loved one.

“Dr. Camillo happened.” Josh said, looking at Liv.

“Fuck this. Back to plan A, we gas the place.” Tiger said, observing the mess.

“No, no, no, Kronish is still giving this toast. Wolf, can you please make more balls?” Josh asked, as Wolf turned his head quickly, looking up at Josh.

“You talking like a quickfire challenge?” He asked, excitement bubbling in his voice.

“The quickest and the fieriest.” Josh said. Wolf jumped up and sprinted away without saying another word.

“Tiger, I’m gonna need you to take someone out.” Josh said, turning to Tiger.

“Done.” Tiger quickly responded.

“What should I do?” Liv asked, wanting to be helpful.

“Liv…you’ve been upgraded to my date.” Josh said. “We’ll just…go out there and act normal.”

“…Cool.” Liv put her hands on her hips nonchalantly and nodded, acting cool. She really could have done a backflip.

“Tiger, I’ll go show you who you’ve got to take out, something tells me he won’t be hard to find.” Josh led them out of the kitchen and back into the party. Sure enough, Stu Camillo was sitting across the room, on the other side of the party, drunk off his ass and had chocolate mess all over his hands and suit. He was yelling into a microphone that wasn’t plugged in.

“I’m the king of the microphones!” They heard him yell.

“That drunk ass is Stu Camillo and I’m going to need you to neutralize him.” Josh said quietly to Tiger.

“Done. Commencing Operation Whale Documentary.” Tiger muttered, patting Josh on the chest as she walked towards him. Liv and Josh watched as she stood in front of him in her sexy dress, and watched Dr. Camillo drop the mic and check her out unapologetically.

Josh groaned. “Gross.”

“So, if I’m your date, what does that entail?” Liv asked, running her fingers over the tinsel Christmas decorations in front of her. “Like are we gonna go dance on the dance floor, are we…” she trailed off as she realized Josh wasn’t listening. “Josh?”

“Huh? Hold that thought Liv, sorry, I’ve just…I’ll be right back.” Josh said, walking away.

“Josh!”

“One second!” Josh pushed through the crowd and disappeared for a second, leaving Liv by herself. After a moment, she saw his target; Jeri Lang. Liv frowned and folded her arms, feeling her stomach sink to her feet. She saw Josh emerge from the crowd and follow her down the hall. Liv tucked some hair behind her ear and and sadly walked over to a bench and slumped down. She really wished Wolf were there with her, at least he wouldn’t have ditched her like that. Maybe Wolf really was her best friend. Liv sulked on her bench for a while. All the merriment around her was pissing her off. She finally got to be Josh’s date, even if he probably didn’t mean it in that way, and he ran away to go talk to Jeri. Just then, a figure coming down the stairs caught her eye. Specifically a figure with three scars down his cheek resembling cat whiskers. Skarsgaard. Liv’s muscles immediately tensed. Her brain flashed back to the day before when Josh had said that cops probably wouldn’t be at the party.

“Josh.” She whispered to herself. “Josh.” She said a little louder, jumping to her feet. She tried to walk over to the hallway that she saw Josh go down earlier as normally as she could. She watched Skarsgaard like a hawk, making sure he didn’t see her, just in case he recognized her. She walked to the hall’s entrance and stopped in her tracks. Her blood ran cold and hot at the same time. Her face flushed and her heart stopped and she forgot how to breathe. Time stopped moving. She didn’t know what to do. Josh was kissing Jeri.

Josh leaned against the wall waiting for Jeri to come out of the bathroom. He probably seemed like a real creep, but he needed to talk to her. Jeri had thought Tiger was his girlfriend.

“What?! No, she’s not my girlfriend!” Josh had said. “She’s just someone I work with!”

“Dude, I literally saw you holding her hand.” Jeri had said as she walked quickly away from him.

“No, Jeri, it’s not like that! That woman in there has used me, she’s endangered my life, and to be honest, I don’t think she likes me as a person. With any luck she’ll be gone soon, like really, really far away forever.” Josh had said as he followed her.

“Josh, I don’t really know you that well and you definitely don’t know me. Let’s just…not do this, okay?” And then she disappeared into the bathroom.

She came out a couple minutes later and her face fell upon seeing him. “Lurking outside the bathroom is not a good look for you right now, Josh.” She mumbled as she tried to avoid him.

“Wait, I do know you!” Josh walked after her and stopped her. “I- I know you always cut the plastic soda rings you have so that the fish don’t choke, that’s really sweet! And I also know that you’re really funny, you know, you’re always making those doodles of possums probing scientists.”

Jeri squinted at him and knitted her brows together. “Are you looking through my trash?”

“Yes…no…sort of. I also know you’re really caring! You write thank you notes by hand…no one does that. And you’re super, super creative! You’re really good at origami, the sandwich wrapper ones? I keep all of them, like the crane, oh! And the dragon boat? Liv thinks it’s weird but-“

“I’m gonna go ahead and stop you right there.” Jeri interrupted him. “You are walking the fine line between creepy and romantic.”

“…which way am I leaning?” Josh asked.

Jeri didn’t say anything. She studied his face for a moment, eyes dropping to his lips multiple times. Josh felt heat rush into his cheeks as he realized what was happening. Jeri leaned in and kissed him. Jeri Lang, the girl he’d had a crush on since his first day at work, was kissing him. His heart exploded with fireworks. Jeri pulled away and he looked at her with stunned eyes.

“Stop looking through my trash…?” She said, lightly gripping his suit coat.

He nodded, eyes fixated on hers. “Deal…yeah…” he replied, hesitating before both of them went in for another, much longer kiss. He gently put his hands on her back, pulling her in closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

That’s when Liv entered the scene. The second she saw them pressed against each other her brain shut down. She turned on her heel and mindlessly walked back the way she came, eyes wide and jaw on the ground. The way her stomach dropped and the way her heart jumped into her throat was painful. Josh was kissing Jeri. She felt tears start to form in her eyes and she angrily wiped them away. She shouldn’t be angry, Josh was her best friend. Emphasis on the friend. She should be excited for him, but instead she wanted to go and kick him. But she should be happy for him. She walked right into someone without thinking.

“OhmygodI’msorry-“ she looked up. It was Wolf. He turned around looking menacing and defensive, but his face fell when he saw it was Liv and the state she was In. From Wolf’s perspective, Liv’s eyes were leaking black liquid.

“Shit! Did a Biotic poison you with something?!” He grabbed her shoulders and bent down to her level, trying to study what could possibly be making her eyes leak tears of that color. Liv wiped her eyes and shook her head. “…are you…crying?” He asked, letting go and taking a step back, looking uncomfortable.

Liv wiped her face again. People were probably looking at her and feeling bad for her. She lost it. Wolf looked around uncomfortably for Josh or Tiger, someone he could sick this crying girl on. “Josh kissed her.” She sniffled.

“…huh?” Wolf looked down at her as she looked up at him with the saddest eyes he’d ever seen. Shit.

“Josh kissed Jeri.” She muttered pathetically.

“…I don’t know who the fuck that is.”

“The girl he’s been in love with for like a million years.” Liv said, wiping her tears and rolling her eyes.

“…okay…” Wolf was giving her nothing.

“Wolf, this is the part where you tell me it’s okay.” Liv sobbed softly.

“Oh…uh…” Wolf winced. “It’s okay…I think…” he didn’t understand. “Um…well…the balls are on their way out.”

Dr. Kronish began to tap his champagne glass with a fork, ready to give his toast. “If you don’t like vomit, I’d get out of here.” Wolf said to her in a hushed voice. Waiters came out carrying trays of the Kronish balls, ready to serve them.

“I didn’t think I’d be giving a speech tonight,” Kronish opened, standing on the stairs across the room. Liv saw Josh’s head appear as he came running up the stairs.

“Guess he’s done making out with Jeri.” Liv grumbled. She turned around to see Wolf had left. She let out a frustrated groan. Maybe Wolf would have ditched her earlier just like Josh did. She folded her arms and turned back to face Kronish, but instead noticed something alarming and remembered why she’d gone looking for Josh in the first place. Detective Skarsgaard had found Josh and was dragging him back down the stairs Josh had just run up. Her heart started pounding again. She pushed through the crowd towards them. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she followed them.

“I didn’t shoot any fucking meth dealers!” She faintly heard Josh say through Kronish’s speech. She pushed through a clump of people from the accounting department and stopped at the top of the stairs realizing that if Skarsgaard knew she was Liv “Pastman” she’d be dragged away too. She started to well up with tears again, but this time in panic. A server walked by her with a platter of Kronish balls. They looked delicious, Wolf had really outdone himself. Liv swiped her palms on her dress as she panicked and moved away from the stairs. She spotted Wolf looking proud as he watched people excitedly take his creations off of platters.

“Wolf, Wolf, Josh is getting arrested.” Liv said, maybe a little louder than she should have because some people gave her confused looks.

“What?” Wolf perked up, looking alert and ready to go pounce. “By Biotics?!”

“No, the police!” She started hyperventilating. “I don’t know what to do.”

“So, let us all raise a ball!” Kronish said excitedly, wrapping up his speech. “Next year Kronish Labs will go down in ‘herpstory’!” The crowd buzzed with laughter at his pun and everyone began to eat their truffles.

“Hold on Liv, things are about to get good.” Wolf readied himself, getting into a defensive stance. Tiger came sauntering up to them.

“Good news…or bad news, Camillo’s not a Biotic, I made him lick all the chocolate off his hands and he puked all over his expensive coat.” She smirked and laughed to herself.

“Tiger! Josh is getting arrested!” Liv said frantically. Everyone around them was excitedly enjoying their Kronish balls.

“By Biotics?” She asked.

“No! By the police!”

“Go give them a ball. Maybe they’ll puke and shit themselves and he’ll be able to get away.”

“I don’t know where they went!” Liv was still panicked.

A sense of uneasiness fell over the crowd as people began to keel over. Wolf was still ready to fight and Tiger grabbed a glass vase off of a table, ready to smash it over someone’s head.

“I’d get down if I were you, Liv.” Tiger said quietly, hearing the first victims begin to retch. Liv hesitated but saw someone standing straight up in the crowd of vomiting people. Sandy from the front desk. She was a Biotic. Tiger and Wolf went after her. Liv backed away quickly and spun around in circles looking for a hiding place when she saw a small decorative Christmas cottage. Bingo. She sprinted over to it and peeked in the small chimney to see that it was hollow inside. She kicked in the door and crawled in. She pulled her knees to her chest and listened as she could hear the disturbing noises outside as people were reacting to the sewer mushrooms. “Sleigh Ride” by The Ronettes played loudly over the speakers, not matching the commotion outside at all.

“Cane block!” She heard Tiger cry out as she fought off a Biotic. “Crystal antler shield!” There must have been a lot of Biotics out there because she couldn’t hear many people throwing up, but instead heard battle cries.

“Brain freeze!” Wolf shouted. “Clear!” She heard a body fall to the ground. A shadow appeared through the cracks in the small door in front of her and she screamed as it was kicked open. A Biotic found her. Instead, Josh’s head popped through the small door.

“Liv!”

“Josh?!”

“Liv, let me in!” Liv crawled over and grabbed his hands, which were handcuffed, and helped him crawl inside.

“Josh what happened?”

“I almost got arrested for the meth lab, but then Skarsgaard ate a ball and threw up and I escaped and I’m okay now.”

There was barely enough room for both of them, Josh awkwardly knelt between her legs and she was uncomfortably squeezed into a corner. Both of their heads were on a swivel, looking out the tiny windows and catching glimpses of the fight outside.

Tiger’s head went through one of the windows, making Liv scream.

“You’re doing great! Keep up the good work!” Josh panted with wide eyes.

“Fuck you!” Tiger pulled her head out and they both heard a sickening cracking sound. Josh reached over and latched the tiny window closed. Liv and Josh both screamed as a hand holding a giant cleaver knife came through the other small window. Josh immediately bit the hand owner’s wrist, both of them hearing a scream and the knife falling right in between Liv’s legs and Josh’s knees.

“Wrist bite!” Josh announced like Tiger and Wolf. Josh leaned forward to look out the small window, his face awkwardly close to Liv’s.

“Josh, what are-“

Josh shushed her as he watched Wolf stab a Biotic in the neck with a paring knife. Wolf moved and Josh got a clear shot of two legs slowly being dragged down the stairs. “They’ve got Kronish!” Josh used his foot to awkwardly open the door and crawl backwards out of the house.

“Who? Tiger and Wolf? Josh! Come back!”

“No! A Biotic!” Josh was already on the move. Liv stuck her face out of both windows to check and see if the coast was clear. She crawled out of the house and saw Tiger and a Wolf had tied a Biotic with Christmas lights, trying to keep him hostage.

“You’re coming with us.” Tiger and Wolf held his arms against his sides firmly, but he squirmed and thrashed.

“Fuck you, Resistance scum!” He yelled, throwing himself over the side of the balcony. Liv took off running after Josh, even passing him.

“How the fuck- you’re in heels?!” He panted. Liv ran to the hall she saw Josh kissing Jeri in and halted to a stop. Jeri was still in the hallway. She was the one who had Kronish’s unconscious body. She was a Biotic. Josh came running behind her.

“How are you-“ he panted, but stopped in his tracks. Jeri stopped too, looking up at them and dropping Kronish’s arms and letting him hit the ground. Liv and Josh stared at Jeri in shock, she stared back. “No…please tell me you shat your dress.” He said in a strained, weak voice.

Jeri’s eyes pleaded with them to forgive her but then they narrowed and turned aggressive. Liv followed Jeri’s gaze to see that she was looking behind them at Tiger, who had jumped down from the floor above.

“Liv get down!” Josh yelled, dropping to his knees. Liv looked to see Jeri coming at both of them, and hit the deck. Jeri lept over them and went in for the kill with Tiger. Tiger went in for a punch, but Jeri dodged it and also tried to land a punch. Tiger dodged it and tried to grab at Jeri’s throat but Jeri quickly grabbed her hands and tried pushing her down. Tiger wouldn’t budge, so Jeri tried running her into the railing of the stairs. Wolf came barreling down, but Jeri kicked him in the face, knocking him over the railing. He fell as blood spurted from his nose. Tiger seized the opportunity to backflip away from Jeri, creating space between them. If the moment weren’t so tense, Josh probably would have commented on how sick the move was.

Jeri glared at Tiger and did a one handed cartwheel towards her as she backed away, Tiger’s eyes growing wider as she realized this would be harder than she initially thought. Tiger reached into her hair, retrieving the pen-like object that held up her hair, similar to the one Wolf had used days earlier to get the bomb from the Biotics’ necks. Tiger’s hair fell around her shoulder as she ran at Jeri, yelling. Jeri’s eyes widened and she grabbed Tiger’s hand, stopping her from plunging it into her neck. Tiger and Jeri struggled with each other, before Jeri finally kicked Tiger in the stomach, knocking her off her feet. Jeri looked at her smugly as she snapped Tiger’s weapon in half. Tiger gritted her teeth and shot back up running at Jeri with full force.

Jeri and Tiger clashed again, Jeri kicked at Tiger’s stomach at the same time Tiger practically threw her against the wall. Jeri fell against a table behind her as Tiger had the wind knocked out of her. Wolf slowly gained back consciousness from his fall and tried to sit up. Jeri rolled off the table and fell to the floor. It was obvious her vision was going blurry based on how her eyes drooped. Tiger started to get up and Jeri quickly reached her thumb into her mouth, all the way to the back of her jaw and a small beep was heard.

“She’s gonna detonate!” Wolf shouted.

“No!” Tiger screamed. It was like slow motion, Tiger kicked both of her stilettos into the air, jumped up, flipped around, and caught the shoe in one swift movement. She ran at Jeri, stabbing the shoe into her neck. Josh made a strangled noise as he watched. Jeri’s eyes rolled back and she collapsed on the ground. Dead? Unconscious? Liv and Josh couldn’t tell.

“Finally I found a use for these things.” Tiger panted.

Josh slowly started making his way towards Tiger and Jeri with a shoe in her neck. His face showed a mixture of betrayal and heartbreak. Liv’s heart was heavy as she followed and ended up by his side. She felt terrible for being so upset that he’d kissed Jeri. She wanted to hug him, but felt it was probably an inappropriate time. Wolf rushed over to them, detonator scanner in hand.

“She’s alive, but we’ve got a problem.”

“What, is she gonna pop?” Tiger asked.

“No yet, there wasn’t a clean hit.” Wolf said, scanning around the shoe in her neck. “It’s been delayed, not deactivated.” He looked up at Tiger. “Cool move though.”

“How long do we have?”

“About 28 minutes.”

Josh let out a small, sad sound. Liv hesitated, but put her hand on his back, trying to comfort him. “Josh, I’m really sorry. I know you really liked her.”

Josh looked sadly at the shoe sticking out of Jeri’s neck. “I really thought she liked me.”

[kichimiangra]

Thoughts on GulusGammamon?

Absolutely love that hungry boi! I thought he was awesome from the first episode he appeared and was a tantalizing story element as he was one of the show's only mysteries, and he makes a good "Other side of the coin" to Gammamon's sweet naive innocence! On top of that I love the "Lethal Defender" trope. He had a vibe all throughout the series as "That trump card you REALLY REALLY don't want to have to use (and don't really have a choice in using)" because outside of rare occasions, if Gulus is coming out to play heads are going to roll and the protags like to avoid that when possible. Also love his not-really-but-kinda-there thing with wanting Hiro to sync with him. I dunno if that trope has a name but like "Two guys gotta work together who are hugely ideologically different. One can pilot the ultimate weapon but is bad, the other is good but has the keys to turn the weapon on" vibe. The "I am evil now make me stronger buddy, bro, broseph, Brosidon god of the Brocean?"

I also love how... weirdly chill he was about being beaten by Gammamon. Gammamon beats him with his own mentality of Eat or be Eaten, Gammamon does it, and he's just like

"..... Well fuck, that happened..." For a very casual story Gulus was a appropriately casual villain.

I think for what he is though what I love most about him was his POTENTIAL, in that he probably could have been better utilized in a more story oriented Digimon series or if Ghost Game had developed a really devout and solid fanfiction community around it to play with more of that potential Gulus has to offer. I hope this isn't truly the end of the Ghost Game universe as there feels like there's room fro a movie or OVA or a short 13-24 to tie up it's loose ends and hopefully give up more Gulusgammamon. The show ended without giving us his Mega, Arcturusmon, or the Jogress fusion between Him and Gammamon; Proximamon, as I'd love to see more interactions between Hiro, Gamma, And Gulus :P

[stoptellinglieslois]

Love fair Act 27

Vampire fanfiction Clark Kent human x Richard Grayson vampire no capes and tights but fangs and might.

Richard pov

Clark went to the chair and I beckon him to come back and let me continue the massage. He denied me again and I stayed there and watched him painfully sitting on the chair.

We are going against Thalia and he is in this much pain. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. "Clark I will leave you here for awhile and I will show you something just wait ok." He looked at me wincing and nodded his head yes.

I set out into the castle my father and I used to practice alchemy. The chambers at the very top of the castle are where I could find some solutions to the problem.

Poison dagger.

It would help us in this fight I never thought I would ever use this type of poison. Thalia is the one person that has pushed me to that point of using it.

I reached the chambers and went in I grabbed a few herbs and found the lotion that my father mixed up years ago this poison can never expire.

I found a large pouch on the table all I need is a dagger. I walk out of the room and I have never been in my mother's quarters really only in the past when I was young and still mourning her.

I walked the old hall and found her room I opened the heavy door to her room. I walk in and go through her things desperately. I remember her carrying a dagger with her a long time ago.

It is a glamorous looking thing with jewels and it would work great for this fight. I want Clark to wield the dagger I have to warn him how poisonous the lotion and the combined herbs are together and not letting it on his skin.

It's a very wicked poison and not to be taken lightly. I found the dagger in the draw it's a forgotten item like her jewels like her memory like her is all forgotten, A forgotten princess in a forgotten land I needed to stop and leave this place because now is not the time for dark thoughts.

I quickly leave the quarters and go to where Clark is. A few moments later I reached the room and found Clark sitting on the bed. "Clark I will show a spell please watch me." Clark went silent but watched me and I explained the herbs and now to explain the poison. "This poison is lethal do not put this on your skin I don't even know what to call this lotion but it is not good and we will use it on Thalia." I explained.

"God do you have a potion for my spine."

"If we have time I will be able to loosen the pain with a potion."

I started to pour the lotion on the dagger and sprinkle the herbs on the dagger, I put the dagger in its metal sheath it made a clink sound as it went into its metal keeper.

I handed it over to Clark on the bed. "Make sure the blow is fatal if anything." Clark came out of his misery of pain and is very surprised. "I'm not a warrior I was never good at fighting or anything physical in my life I could barely run." I laughed at his little episode I am a vampire trapped in a human body forgetting the trivial worries of mortal empathy when it comes to these types of evil beings they deserve no mercy if Thalia had a choice in this matter she would mount Clark's head by the front gate of the village and destroy me a long the way.

"Clark we don't have a lot of time here. Don't chicken out now take this dagger it belongs to my mother she would have loved for you to have it." I told him he took the weapon from me nervously. "I know we don't have a lot of time to waste..... do you trust your grandfather." Clark asked placing the dagger up his sleeve.

"No I don't trust my grandfather but in this situation I trust him Thalia came back for round two I wanna make sure we win this fight." I told him. He fidget around in his black slik pj's he didn't change his clothes.

"Let's get you changed."

"No I want to face her like this."

I didn't fight him I didn't want to at this point this afternoon we would face her. "I feel we need to do this soon Richard." I nodded and sat beside him on the bed. "We will meet her soon." I was a little rusty on magic but it didn't mean I never used it and the few times I used magic it gained to help me in my need.

I didn't know any prayers and if I did know it would have to do something to use against Thalia, At this point anything will do against Thalia.

A knock on the door and grandfather voice is heard from the outside of the room. "That's us." I got up Clark limped beside me I opened the door. "I need Clark to play injured." Grandfather said.

"He's already injured." I said.

"Oh well good let's go." The two guards took Clark on either side of him and we walked the long halls the main hall past the corridors that led us to a garden bolted shut because of the cold.

"You boys know that where we are going the whole court will be there." Grandfather said as poofs of cold air as he breathed in and out when talked. "It does not matter who is there. Is there an escape plan for us if anything goes south." Clark asked my grandfather who looked amused. "If you destroy the bitch you've escaped." I sighed grandfather never was an aloof fool like he really led us to believe he was.

As we got closer to Thalia I could feel something inside of me wanting to come out. Maybe the spell Thalia put on us is starting to falter I am hoping that's what's going on with me.

"Play injured keep your head down." Grandfather said as we got to the door we hadn't entered yet I could feel I was leaving and being pulled.

"Not yet." Clark said. God that was so strange he didn't sound like Clark he sounded more confident.

"Let us in your highness." Clark demanded.

Before the door opened I asked Clark. "Are you ready." I needed to make sure.

"Thalia isn't."

End of act 27 next is act 28

Thank you for reading

[beverlychills]

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A Pre-History of Fanfiction V: Fandom Drama, More Zines, and Conclusion

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Sources

Chapter 5: Other Zines 

Zines existed out of the K/S bubble, of course. Our old friend Sherlock Holmes laid claim to many staple pages often crossing over with the Doctor, Lovecraft’s monsters, and Count Dracula like in the pages of the SH-SF Fanthology edited by Ruth Berman. Zines like the Holmesian Federation edited by Signe Landon and written by Dana Martin Batory, Ruth Berman, John C. Bunnel, and Tina Rhea explored Holmes’ world in both fiction and non-fiction. When Lord of the Rings was republished in paperback in the 60s, zines like Bernie Zuber’s Mytholore explored Tolkein and other fantasy works. 

Duh duh duh DUN DA DUN DUN DA DUN. The premier of Star Wars in 1977 inspired many zines. B. Clark published the first Star Wars fanzine, Skywalker in 1978. Others included Empire Stars by JJ Adamson and the Mos Eisley Chronicle by Doborah Rubin. The first sexual SW content appeared in the pages of Guardian #3 edited by Linda Deneroff and Cynthia Levine. Han/Luke slash filled the pages of zine to the point where the director of the Official Star Wars Fan Club sent Guardian and other publications a letter that demanded that they stop publishing porn along with a series of guidelines for zines. 

Another fandom that comes up quite a lot in zine culture is Blake’s 7, a British SF tv show that shared many producers, writers, editors, and actors with Doctor Who (I guess that’s true of most British shows). The fandom was huge, especially for one that is not super active today. The creator, writers, and actors were uniquely involved in the fandom. The creator, Terry Nation, told zine editor Carl Hiles that he didn’t want Blakes 7 fanworks to appear in any zine that weren’t solely dedicated to Blakes. It wasn’t all negative, Nation also supplied a very kind introduction to a fanfiction titled Reflections in a Shattered Glass by Joe Nazzaro. Actor Gareth Thomas read a fan poem by Mary G T Weber out loud at a con, embracing her after. 

Blake’s 7 was not without its troubles though. The fandom split in the late 80s when a fan revealed to Blake actor Paul Darrow the names of three fans slash producing fans, a writer, editor, and artist, who were operating under pseudonyms. Darrow sent a letter to these fans demanding them to stop publishing anything involving ‘his character or his likeness’. This caused a rift in the fandom between those who supported Darrow and those supporting the three targeted fans. (Fanlore - The Blake’s 7 War) It is speculated that Darrow was using slash as a scapegoat to obfuscate criticism he was receiving for participating in for-profit cons. This is a common theme in fandom, the disconnect between fans and those that make the show. For example, Jensen Ackles of Supernatural fame has made it clear that he does not like to answer questions about shipping his character with Castiel. 

Slash became such a huge part of fandom that zine dedicated entirely to slash without a home fandom appeared in the 80s. One such zine was Dyad edited by Divya Blacque. Dyad used a far reaching amount of derivative works including Man from Uncle, Simon and Simon, Quantum Leap, Startsky and Hutch, Lethal Weapon 2, and China Beach. Slash developed its own genre conventions and language. In this case, not only is the author decentralized but the derivative work is as well. This marks another evolution of fandom from where organizing around a particular work or works is most important to where engaging in fannish behaviors is central. 

Conclusions and Findings 

For a time in the 80s and 90s, zines coexisted with online fan forums like alt.tv.x files.creative and The Aquiter Files for Blake’s 7. However, the ease, accessibility, and ubiquity of the internet won out and have pushed zines to the fringes of fandom. That is not to say that zines do not exist but they are most certainly not the main medium of fanfiction today. 

So much has changed since the days of Gulliver and Pamela. 

Fanfiction now exists on online archives like AO3 and fandom discourse lurks on Tumblr, available to a wider amount of people than a zine would ever be able to service. Fanfiction has increased in popularity and visibility in the past two decades. Fic has even transformed into multi-media franchises like EL James’ 50 Shades of Gray and Cassandra Clare’s The Mortal Instruments. The increasing acceptance of LQBTQ+ people has made the secrecy around slash all but obsolete. 

Though there are endless problems within fandom and fandom behavior, I want to encourage you all to keep engaging with communities you love whether that be centered around a fictional work, a hobby, or anything else that piques your fancy. Keep putting your art and your words out there, you don’t need a middleman or a gatekeeper or a publisher to give you permission. Your little tumblr blog might set a precedence if you let it. 

This is not an overarching explanation of fandom and is limited to a few works, places, and time periods. If you want to know more, I’ll link my sources in other post

I would like to give a very special thank you to Fanlore, a spectacular and far-reaching wiki with thousands of pages of amazing rabbit holes. I would also like to thank those fans that wrote their own histories like Mickela Ecks and Writer’s University, Jenna Sinclair, Alec Nevala-Lee, and Gloria Comandini. Though I used academic journals, these personal histories were the most elucidating.  

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### The Agents of Crimson Dawn: Shadows in the Galaxy

Crimson Dawn is not just a powerful syndicate; it is also a sophisticated network of agents who operate in the shadows, executing missions that serve the organization's ambitious goals. These agents vary in skill, background, and specialization, making them formidable players in the galaxy's underworld.

### Types of Crimson Dawn Agents

1. Field Operatives:

- These agents form the backbone of Crimson Dawn's operations, executing high-stakes missions that involve infiltration, intelligence gathering, sabotage, and assassination. Trained in a variety of combat skills, including both ranged and hand-to-hand techniques, field operatives are adept at blending into their surroundings and disguising their true intentions.

- Equipped with advanced technology and weapons, they often work in small, tactical teams to carry out precise objectives, whether that be taking out key political figures or sabotaging rival organizations.

2. Intelligence Analysts:

- Operating primarily behind the scenes, intelligence analysts are responsible for gathering, interpreting, and disseminating critical information. They leverage contacts within various governments, corporations, and criminal syndicates to build a comprehensive understanding of emerging threats and opportunities.

- These agents also engage in cyber operations, hacking into secure networks to extract sensitive data, thereby providing Crimson Dawn with a strategic advantage in both political and military maneuvers.

3. Infiltrators and Moles:

- Infiltrators are highly trained agents who embed themselves within other organizations, often posing as employees or allies. Their primary goal is to gather intelligence, sow discord, and manipulate decision-making from within.

- Moles are individuals who have been recruited or coerced to work for Crimson Dawn while maintaining their positions in rival organizations. They are invaluable for providing inside information about corporate strategies, political machinations, and military operations.

4. Assassins:

- Elite assassins within Crimson Dawn act as the organization's "clean-up crew," eliminating threats that could jeopardize their operations. These agents are experts in stealth, precision, and various forms of weaponry, making them lethal opponents.

- Their targets often include high-profile political figures, rival leaders, and key players in the arms trade. Assassins work independently or in small teams and are known for their signature methods, leaving little trace behind.

5. Fixers:

- Fixers are agents who possess an extensive network of contacts and resources across different sectors, including crime, business, and politics. They are skilled negotiators and problem solvers who can arrange deals, procure rare items, or eliminate obstacles that stand in the way of Crimson Dawn's goals.

- Through their vast network, fixers ensure that Crimson Dawn remains one step ahead, able to leverage influence and connections to achieve its aims.

### Training and Skills

1. Combat Training:

- All agents undergo rigorous combat training, tailored to their roles within Crimson Dawn. Field operatives and assassins receive specialized instruction in various forms of hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and the effective use of both conventional and unconventional weapons.

- Training often includes exercises in stealth, evasion, and escape techniques, ensuring that agents can operate effectively in dangerous environments.

2. Intelligence and Infiltration Techniques:

- Agents are trained in advanced methods of surveillance, disguise, and information extraction. This includes hacking systems, social engineering, and the ability to read social cues to manipulate targets effectively.

- Infiltrators receive specific training in blending in with different cultures and social settings, which helps them gather intelligence unnoticed.

3. Psychological Manipulation:

- Agents are educated in the art of persuasion and manipulation, making them adept at gaining the trust of others or bending others to their will. This skill is vital for infiltrators and fixers who need to navigate complex relationships within rival organizations.

- Understanding human psychology allows agents to find leverage points to influence decision-makers or destabilize rival factions.

### Conclusion

The agents of Crimson Dawn represent the dark underbelly of power, acting as invisible hands that shape the balance of influence throughout the galaxy. From field operatives executing missions to intelligence analysts decoding crucial information, each agent plays a vital role in supporting the organization’s ambition for supremacy.

As the galaxy becomes increasingly entwined in conflict, the actions of Crimson Dawn’s agents will be pivotal in manipulating the tide of power, weaving a complex web of influence that serves to elevate the syndicate while undermining its enemies. In the shadows, they work relentlessly, ensuring that Crimson Dawn remains a dominant force amid the chaos of the galaxy.