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hello guys, it's your boy here to say I didn't make an onyx gift because all the time online I spent today was at the storage room of my workplace which DOES have internet. I don't expect to be forgiven of course /j
#πa rambles#I'm so sad :^( I was really happy I got week out of the way to be able to do banger bday stuff#And I missed both toddy and onyx :(((((( man.#Mannnnn I hate power being cut.#I could have tried to do something on traditional but being bad at traditional depresses me LOL#ANYWAYS I typing this with data and a dream so God bless#Productive shift today I did not work and fnafhsed#Scientists wonder how I have not been fired yet
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here i come with arcane prompts bestie >:3
but this one might hurt ;-;
also SPOILERS FOR S1 IF ANYONE HASNT SEEN IT YET
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how about a reader's reaction to the council getting bombed O_O
their frantic attempts to find their lover(Viktor ofc :3), but who they find may not be the man they once knew TwT
I got a little carried away with this one bestie...
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I Thought You Were Dead: Viktor x Reader
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: Smut about halfway through. I put a *** before the smut starts in case anyone doesn't want to read that part. Reader has afab anatomy but no pronouns or feminine specific endearments are used. Also LORE SPOILERS, if you don't know what happens to Viktor in the League of Legends lore then don't read this!!
Author's Notes: This could be read as a part 2 to my other Viktor fic Nights Like This, which takes place in Act 1 whereas this takes place after season 1.
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The explosion was deafening.
You can feel your soul sink as soon as you step outside your house, watching the smoke surround the council building. Your feet start running before you’ve processed anything, pushing through the gasping crowds in the streets with their eyes glued to the same devastating spectacle.
Tears stream down your face against the dusty wind, praying to anyone who will listen that your worst fear hasn’t happened. Running as if getting there faster might change the outcome.
It can’t end like this. Not when you haven’t said everything you want to say. Not when you have so much left to do together.
Not when you haven’t said goodbye.
The truth is, you haven’t even seen your husband in several days, maybe even a whole week. He’s been distant lately, so consumed by his experiments that he rarely comes home anymore. You knew what you were getting into marrying a scientist, especially the finest scientist in Piltover, but it still hurts. It hurts to see him driving himself mad and getting sicker, refusing to let you take care of him like he used to. He doesn’t like when you come to visit him at the lab because it’s too dangerous, and he doesn’t come home because he wants to be in the lab—so you’ve stopped trying. You can’t bear to see him hardly eat or sleep for days. You know he loves you, and you still love him, but right now there’s no getting through to him, and all you can do is wait it out until he either comes to his senses or succumbs to his torturous research.
Your mind flashes back to all the fights you had, begging him to come home, begging him to let you stay by his side. You both said things you shouldn’t have, hearts torn apart in mourning of a marriage that once was so perfect. You miss the nights where you were each other's safe space, where the world didn’t feel so grand and overwhelming. You wonder when it was exactly that you stopped fighting, when you gave up on begging and simply loved him as much as you could whenever you finally saw him.
A large battalion of enforcers encircle the scene, pushing back civilians as they attempt to view what happened. The rubble has fallen into mountains, several of them on fire.
You know he was in there. He must’ve been.
“Where are the survivors?!” you demand, shoving against the enforcers.
“We have not found any yet. Please return to your home-”
You pull out the knife you keep in your pocket for emergencies, pressing it against the enforcer’s throat, “My husband was in there. I am not leaving until I find him.”
The other enforcers turn their weapons towards you, and you quickly realize you’ll never beat them with nothing but a dagger and deep rooted rage.
You drop the knife to the ground and put your hands up, awaiting your fate. Would they kill you? Send you home with a warning? Trial you?
Well, not without a council.
“Please…” the sobs return, their weapons still pointing at you. “I just want to know if he’s alive. Just let me look for his body-”
You’re cut off by hands on your wrists and mouth, handcuffing you and knocking you out.
Several months later...
You should’ve known any retaliation against an enforcer could get you thrown in here.
Back against the stone wall of your cell in Stillwater, you envision that day once again, hating yourself for being so stupid. Without the council, the enforcers have started throwing literally anyone in here. In an attempt to contain the chaos of no longer having a government, even the smallest crime or protest is equivalent to murder. All you did was threaten an officer for information on your husband, but that was enough to banish you from any possibility of ever seeing him again.
If he was alive, would he know to come find you? Or would he go back home to find you gone and assume you died? Would he throw himself back into his research regardless of the tragic accident, not even noticing you haven’t tried to visit him in months?
Most days it’s easier to just tell yourself he’s dead. The man you loved so deeply no longer exists, and you’ll never love again. This is your life now, cold and dark and hopeless.
You sink to the floor, leaning on your side in an effort to get some sleep.
Though your slumber is awakened not long after by terrifying noises down the hall.
A collection of screams, an alarm bell, and loud clanging fill your ears. You jump up, looking through the bars of your cell to get a glimpse. You see nothing, but then begin to hear stomping footsteps thundering towards your end of the hall.
You stumble back to the far wall, shaking as the footsteps get closer.
The first thing you see is a pair of glowing orange eyes staring at you through the bars, and your breath leaves your lungs.
Is this really how you’re fated to die?
With ease, the mysterious figure rips off the door with what looks like a mechanical arm. The dim light hits him, and your entire body trembles. He’s covered in metal plating and armor, his face covered with a thick mask. He doesn’t strike you as human, except for what looks like human hair falling around his head.
He walks towards you, and you cower in his shadow. What does this machine want from you? You have nothing.
He says your name, and you freeze. It’s modulated and echoed from the mask, but you are certain that’s what he said.
And you’re also certain you’ve heard that voice before.
The figure reaches his hand towards you, the cold metal of his fingers touching your face. It tingles, as if there’s energy sparking through. His other hand lifts off his mask and drops it to the floor.
“Viktor?”
Parts of his face are covered with metal plating, but it’s undoubtedly him. Same eyes, same nose, same cheekbones. His hair swooping down the sides of his forehead and the small gap between his teeth.
You throw your arms around him and kiss him, your body hitting his metal torso hard enough to leave a bruise, but you don’t care. You kiss him until there’s not a single atom of oxygen left in your lungs, and even then you risk a few seconds more, his lips worthy of causing suffocation. Your fingers slide into his hair, just as soft as your remember. He gently embraces you back, wary of hurting you with how tightly he wishes to hold you.
“Viktor—I went to find you that day—“ you pant for air. “I thought you were dead—“
“I know, darling, I know,” he kisses your forehead before fervently returning to your lips. “I thought you were dead too before I heard word of people being sent here.”
He breaks apart from you and you let out a soft whine, “Vik-”
“I have to get you out of here now, okay?”
You nod in understanding and grab onto him as he puts his mask back on. He races back down the hall, pushing any leftover guards out of his way. You cling onto him, in disbelief that he moves so fast with ease. So many questions run through your mind, but you know you’ll have to wait for answers.
He carries and holds you in silence until you both get to safety. You don’t recognize the place he’s taken you to, but it’s undoubtedly his space. The tools and gadgets all over the tables and walls, the dim light you don’t understand how anyone could work under, the journals with different equations written barely legibly. You wonder if your old home is still standing or has been taken by someone else. Either way, this is your home now.
With him.
He takes off his mask and you’re once again met with his beautiful face. Scarred and tired, but still more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him.
“I’m so sorry. For everything,” he says. “I know I will never be able to make it up to you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I am never letting you leave my sight again.”
Your bodies instinctively wrap around each-other, him picking you up and setting you down on one of his desks. The sensation is so new, since he’s never been strong enough to lift you before. Despite the novelty though, it feels as if no time has passed, as if this is a routine you’ve done every day, his hands all over you as soon as you’re alone.
You want to ignore the insanity of all this, how the love of your life has returned to you encased in metal. You want to forego all the questions, letting him continue his kisses on your neck and the wandering fingers on your thigh. You wonder what he feels like now—if it’s different—if what he can do to you now will make you forget every tear you ever shed for him.
You sigh, completely drunk on his touches.
“Viktor…” You look into his eyes, tracing your thumbs along his now metallic jaw. “I want to know what happened to you. Please.”
His caresses slow, his focus shifting to your words, “I will tell you everything, I promise,”
You grasp his hands, “Then tell me.”
He exhales, looking down at himself. He doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to acknowledge the truth. He doesn’t want to risk you thinking of him differently or not loving him the same. Without you, he’d have nothing left to stay human for.
After all, he’s more machine than man now.
“I was as good as dead,” he finally says. “My injuries should’ve killed me, but an old…” he hesitates, “...friend found me. He helped me use hextech and shimmer to fix and augment my body. I’m stronger now, I can help more people now, I can protect you now. I’ve evolved beyond my human ailments-”
“Viktor,” you interrupt him. “Who helped you?”
He falls silent, fully aware you already know the answer.
“How could you?” you scold him. “How could you go back to that horrid, vile man? Who knows what he really did to you?”
“Singed may have unethical methods, but I assure you I’d be dead right now without him. You wouldn’t understand-”
“I understand that he sees you as nothing more than an experiment! What’s going to happen when this new body starts to break down? He’ll replace you with more mechanical parts until there’s nothing left of you. He does anything to make his specimens survive, and you know that!”
“So you’d rather me be dead? You’d rather still be in Stillwater, rotting your days away in misery?”
The floodgates of your glassy eyes break, and you let out the ugliest of sobs that have been building up for too long. No, you don’t want him dead, of course you don’t.
But there are fates worse than death.
You clumsily grab for him, pulling him between your legs and surrounding him with your limbs. Your lips crash together once more, this time more carnal and aggressive. Regardless of how angry you are, you can’t deny that you need him desperately. He cradles your face, wiping your tears away as they fall.
“Just promise me…” you beg into his mouth. “Promise me you won’t go back there again. Stay with me.”
“I promise,” he hums. “But you have to promise me something too.”
“What?” your eyes are already fluttering deliriously.
“You have to promise you’ll let me apologize every day of the rest of our lives,” he brushes his lips against your ear while his hands wander up your shirt, “And I think I know how you want me to do it.”
Your eyes widen, shivers already running down your spine.
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It’s been so long, your body yearning for his as if you’ve been deprived from him for an eternity. You want to feel his new hands everywhere, his new fingers inside you…
Viktor wastes no time stripping you down, your shirt and bra flung across the room. He buries his face between your breasts for a moment before hoisting you up again, carrying you to the mattress in the corner.
“Since when do you ever have a proper place to sleep in your labs?” you laugh, sinking into the unexpected comfort.
“I didn’t get it for sleeping,” he smirks, placing kisses across your chest and shoulders, “I knew what I wanted to do as soon as I rescued you.”
“You’re telling me you got this bed just to fuck me?”
“Of course,” he shrugs, completely matter-of-factually.
You chuckle, a genuine smile stretching across your face so wide it almost hurts. You haven’t laughed or felt the pure joy and bliss of being in love in so long.
“I…” Viktor speaks again, hovering over you. “I don’t know fully what this new body can do. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” you smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “Is it...different?”
“Everything’s different,” he leans down to kiss you again. “Let’s just hope it’s in a good way.”
You nod enthusiastically, pulling him down to you. His cold metal torso presses against yours, a surprisingly pleasant sensation. You quickly acclimate to the new textures of his figure, wondering if any skin still exists.
He remembers all the places you like to be touched and kissed, and you grow more impatient by the minute. You’ve needed him—ached for him. You want him in any way he can give you.
He pulls off the rest of your clothes, teasing his mechanical fingers in circles around your clit.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Mmhmm,” you moan, slithering your own fingers into his hair.
Viktor’s always been good with his hands, being an inventor and all. He’s never once failed to satisfy you with his hands alone since you’ve been together, and he certainly wasn’t stopping now. He goes slowly, constantly needing reassurance that you’re alright. There’s nothing sharp about his fingers, a relief to both of you. They move just like his old flesh did, pulsing in and out with the finest precision. There’s moments where you feel a slight vibration, although you’re unsure if he’s doing that purposefully. Either way, he keeps you in ecstasy until you eventually come undone.
You pull his lips back up to yours immediately, craving his taste. His hands run down your body once again before returning back to the same spot.
You yelp his name as he works more fingers inside you. This is unheard of, him going back for more so soon. You had grown accustomed to his low stamina from before, and you never minded multiple rounds being a rarity. But now there’s not a single hint of exhaustion on his face, his augments freeing him from much of the pain that used to plague him. Instead there’s determination in his eyes, a drive to make love to you until you can’t take it anymore.
He builds you up to your second orgasm of the night, kissing and holding you softly as you come down from it.
“Viktor…” you sigh, completely out of breath. “I want to make you feel good too.”
He shakes his head, watching as your hands slide down his body, “Darling, I...I’m not sure if everything works the same. You don’t have to worry about me—“
“Let me try,” you plead. “Does any of this come off?”
He nods, removing the outer layers of metal with clicks and hisses. It was hard for you to tell where the armor ended and his body began, but the more he takes off, the more you recognize his familiar silhouette. There’s still patches of flesh here and there—warm skin to your fingertips, fused with the augmentations flawlessly.
And it seems the area you’ve wanted to see is one of the places untouched.
Well, not completely untouched. It’s covered in glowing purple veins, throbbing like they’ll explode any second. Viktor looks into your eyes nervously, and you reassure him with a kiss.
“It’ll be okay,” your breaths are hot, hovering over his lips. “Now tell me what you want, darling.”
“You.” he moans as your hand takes hold of his hardness.
“Everything seems to be working fine to me,” you smile, lining him up with your entrance. “I’m ready when you are.”
He’s shaking, for the first time since all his enhancements. He’s been so strong—no—indestructible, yet one look at you and the vulnerability returns in crashing waves. He’s still the same man you fell in love with, but now he could too easily hurt you.
He presses in slowly, eyes locked on your expressions for any sign of discomfort, but they never come. Instead, the noises and faces you make could be enough for him to finish right then and there if he didn’t have such control.
“Viktor…” you sigh, pulling him towards you as he bottoms out. “I’m okay. Are you okay?”
He stamps kisses on your jaw, then nuzzles his nose into your neck, “You feel even better than I remembered.”
“Do I now?” you chuckle, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes as he looks back up at you.
“Mmhmm,” he begins to thrust in and out slowly, earning more luscious sounds from your lips.
There’s so much of him that feels the same, but the sensation is so new. Is he bigger than before? Is it just the different texture from the shimmer experiments? You’re not sure, all you truly care about is that he feels divine.
You’re both getting close, whispering “I love you’s” until the long awaited release. He holds you tightly afterwards, refusing to let go until you both catch your breath.
“Viktor,” you ruffle his hair. “As amazing as that was, I don’t think I can handle a round four.”
He chuckles, “That’s alright. I’ll only go as long as you want me to. There’s always tomorrow.”
You giggle, kissing the top of his head. You push yourself up on your elbows, looking at the mess you both made, “I think we ruined your new mattress.”
He glances as well, noticing the cum stains, some of them a light purple color, a supposed side effect of the shimmer, “We’ll get a new one. For now lets get you cleaned up.”
He picks you up in one swift motion, carrying you outside. His new lab is conveniently next to the river, and far away enough from other houses to protect your decency. The water is cold, but not unbearably so. The stickiness rinses off, and you’re left to admire your lover once again in the moonlight.
He glistens under the stars, his gaze soft and sweet, just as it’s always been. His hands never leave you, caressing your wet skin gently and adoringly.
He’s still everything you’ve ever wanted. He’s still the man you’d die and kill for.
He’s still the one you’ll spend the rest of your days with, no matter what he becomes.
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So-called motorcylists love to shove their beloved bikes away whenever there's a little bit of snow on the road. That's because motorcyclists are famously concerned with their public perception. They don't want to drive around town with wood screws run through their tires, shrieking profanities at stopped traffic before ripping a perfect 12 'o' clocker and driving across the iced-over multi-use-pathway, comfortable in their knowledge that the police will not and can not follow. Or it's because they don't have heated grips, and their handsies get cold.
Heated steering wheels are the single greatest innovation in cars in the last two hundred years. Unfortunately for me, they hadn't been installed into cars of the age I own. In the late 1970s, the newest innovation in steering wheel comfort was "maybe make them a little smaller, for the ladies." Seems like I was cursed to a lifetime of wondering if my thermostat was seized, freezing to death even through many layers of mittens and work gloves while waiting for the tow truck to arrive and clean up the commuters in front of me.
Of course, Plymouth also didn't equip this car with a lot of other modern features. For instance, liquid-cooled active speed laser and radar jamming was not available. Active pursuit drones pre-programmed with a seek-and-destroy order for all speed cameras were not yet on the market, unless you worked for the CIA. And also the good people of China had not figured out how to make $35 45-millimetre ball-bearing turbochargers capable of adding nearly four hundred horsepower to any engine strong enough to keep its guts on the inside when presented with one medium-sized jet engine's worth of boost. I had to add all those things myself.
Easy, right? Run some wires to a heating element on the steering wheel. There's just one complication: steering wheels turn. If I keep spinning the car left and right, eventually the wire will get tangled up and rip itself out, causing an electrical fire. Admittedly, that will also keep my hands warm, but the walk home after is inconvenient.
The original "engineers" who took a whisky-soaked gander at this car before slapping their secretaries on the ass had a solution, though. In every steering wheel, the horn button has the same problem. Unfortunately for me, the horn hasn't worked in this car since 1983, which complicated my attempts to reuse the wiring.
Ultimately, I came up with what a rocket scientist would call "a compromise." A pair of bolt cutters and a map to the local truck-supply warehouse's storage yard soon provided me with a nifty diesel-fired interior heater, a roaring flame that consumes all and produces enough heat to make toast from three feet away. Ratchet-strapped to the place where the passenger seat used to be, it will keep my fingers warm, as well as my feet and every other part of my body. Sure, it's inconvenient having to continually refill it with stolen farm diesel, and I could have run the exhaust pipe out of the cabin a better way than through the rust hole in the floor. Once you get that heated seat feeling, though, you simply can't go back. If you'll excuse me, I need to get going: if I don't get to work in the next five minutes, my boots will melt again.
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I’ve Got My Eye on You
Spider Socorro x Human!Reader
Warnings: A lot of Fluff with just a tiny bit of Angst, Worry/Anxiety, Reader is one year older than Spider, and maybe some grammar errors. (Sorry if I forgot any)
Summary: Y/N moves to Pandora to be with her older brother Norm Spellman. The first person she met and connected with is another human kid named Spider. As time goes on Y/N’s feelings for Spider starts to grow which is why she can’t help, but keep her eyes on him whenever he’s not looking.
Inspired By: Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey
Word Count: 1,908
Author’s Note: My first Spider story is finally here!!! Sorry for the long wait! I know it’s short but I do have to say it turned out really good to me! I don’t know why but for some reason it’s so hard for me to write for Spider. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with your loved ones and I’ll talk to you all soon!
Y/N has now been on Pandora for almost five years now. She is the little sister of Norm who is a doctor and scientist who lives on Pandora to help the Na’vi and their leader Jake Sully help rebuild Pandora after the humans started to light the land on fire. The reason why Y/N got sent to Pandora is because her parents believed she would be safer there than on Earth. Y/N was excited to go to Pandora since she’s always been fascinated in the Na’vi and their culture, but she was a bit worried that she wouldn’t fit in since she is human.
However, when she got there, she met a boy named Spider who is a human and who grew up on Pandora. Y/N is one year older than Spider, but they instantly connected and that made her feel more comfortable. Y/N is also pretty close to Jake’s four kids, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk. However, the closest child she’s close to is Kiri just because they are so much alike. Y/N doesn’t go outside much just because she’s a big book worm and she also helps her brother out a lot in the lab. Spider always has to drag her out of her room to get her to hang out with him and the Sully kids.
Y/N was sitting in her room reading a book about the Na’vi language. Even though she’s been on Pandora for a while now she still doesn’t know the whole language yet but she’s starting to get the hang of it. She was laying on her bed on her stomach leaning up on her arms with the book laying in front of her. She turned the page. As she read, she felt a pair of eyes on her. She knew that it was Spider. “Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Y/N asked in a curious tone as she looked up from her book to look at Spider who was standing in the doorway of her room. “Hey, I got to keep my eye on you.” Spider told her walking into the room. Y/N giggled as she playfully rolled her eyes. “I think it’s the other way around. You’re the troublemaker.” Y/N told him. “Hey, Lo’ak is the one that gets me into trouble.” Spider told her defending himself. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.” Y/N told him with another giggle.
“It’s time for you to get up.” Spider told her taking the book she was reading. “Hey!” Y/N said as she watched him close the book. “C’mon, Norm wants you to get out and get some exercise.” Spider told her which made her let out a sigh. “Okay.” Y/N said standing up and slipping on a pair of shoes. She knew not to argue since she knows she does need to get some exercise once in a while. Spider smiled as he tossed the book down onto the bed. “Lead the way.” Y/N told him.
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After getting their oxygen masks on and made sure they were on good, Y/N and Spider made their way outside. Right away Y/N’s eyes lit up because no matter how many times she’s been out exploring, she will always be amazed by Pandora’s beauty. “Where are we going?” Y/N asked Spider as she walked alongside him. “I told Lo’ak and Kiri we would meet them at the Tree of Voices.” Spider told her. “Really? I’ve never actually been there. I mean I’ve read about it of course.” Y/N told him with excitement in her voice. “You’re going to love it. It’s more beautiful in person.” Spider told her glancing over at her with a smile which made her heart flutter.
Y/N may have a crush on her best friend. Whenever he’s not looking, she can’t help but stare at him. However, she doesn’t know that Spider also does the same thing when she’s not looking at him. The only two people that know about Y/N and Spider’s feelings for each other are Kiri and Lo’ak. When Y/N arrived at the Tree of Voices her Y/E/C eyes went wide in amazement. “Wow!” Y/N said looking around in amazement and in awe. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Kiri said walking up to her and Spider with Lo’ak by her side. “It’s gorgeous!” Y/N said in awe. “Come on, it gets even better the further you walk.” Kiri told her taking her hand. Y/N let out a giggle as she let Kiri guide her further.
As the girls walked away Lo’ak notice Spider watching Y/N. “Bro, you need to tell her how you feel.” Lo’ak told him in a stern tone. “It’s not like I haven’t tried to tell her.” Spider said with frustration. “It’s like every time I get the courage to tell her before I can get a word out, we get interrupted.” Spider explained with a heavy sigh. “Well, you better tell her soon.” Lo’ak told him with a warning look in his eyes. “What? Why?” Spider asked him in complete confusion. “Because if you keep staring at her she’s going to think that you’re a weirdo.” Lo’ak told him and walked away. Spider playfully rolled his eyes and followed him.
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Y/N and Kiri were lying next to each other on their backs looking up at the lights on the tree. “So, have you told Spider yet?” Kiri asked in a curious tone as she sat up. Y/N let out a sigh as she sat up as well. “No, I always end up chickening out.” Y/N said as she fiddled around with her fingers. “Why are you so afraid of telling him?” Kiri asked glancing at her with concern. “I’m just scared that if I tell him how I feel it will ruin our friendship.” Y/N said staring down at her hands. “Aw, Y/N.” Kiri said as she put one of her hands onto Y/N’s shoulder which made her look up from her hands. “I know it can be scary, but sometimes you just have to face your fear.” Kiri told her. “You never know unless you try.” Kiri added with a comforting smile. Y/N’s lips formed up into a smile since she knows that Kiri is right. “Yeah, you’re right.” Y/N said with a nod. “Thanks, Kiri.” Y/N added. “You’re welcome, Y/N. I’m always here for you.” Kiri added in reassurance.
“Hey, we should start heading back.” Spider said walking to the girls with Lo’ak by his side. “Yeah, there is a rainstorm heading this way.” Lo’ak added in. “Good idea. Don’t want mom and dad to get worried.” Kiri said as she stood up from the ground. Before Y/N could get up on her own Spider offered her his hand to help her up. Y/N gave him a smile as she put her hand in his hand. She let him pull her up off the ground. When her hand touched his she felt the butterflies in her stomach go into a frenzy.
Y/N and Spider said bye to Kiri and Lo’ak and walked their separate ways from the Sully siblings. As Y/N followed Spider the rain started fall pretty heavy, so it made it hard for Y/N to see through her oxygen mask. When she went to wipe the rain drops off her mask, she ended up tripping over a rock making her twist her ankle. “Ouch!” Y/N hissed in pain as she held her ankle. Spider turned around and saw her sitting on the cold and wet ground holding her ankle clearly in pain. “Y/N!” Spider said quickly running to her side. “What happened?” Spider asked her as worry quickly took over his entire body. “I was wiping off my mask and I ended up tripping over a rock which made me twist my ankle.” Y/N explained to him in pain.
“Okay, can you try to get up?” Spider asked her. Y/N tried to get up with the help of him, but she went back down to the ground due to the pain. “Okay, plan B.” Spider told her. Before Y/N could ask what plan, B was he carefully picked her up and held her bridal style. “You all good?” Spider asked looking at her. Y/N couldn’t get any words out since she’s never been this close to him before, so she answered his question with a nod.
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When Spider got Y/N back to the lab he took her straight to her brother, so he could check out her ankle. Norm first did an x-ray to make sure she didn’t break anything which she didn’t. Norm wrapped up her ankle and told her to ice in every couple of hours and try not to put a lot of pressure on it. Norm helped her back to her room and let her change into fresh and dry pair clothes. He helped her settle down in her bed and used a pillow to elevate her foot. Before he left to let her rest, she thanked her brother for helping her which he of course told her it’s no problem and that he’s always there to help take care of her.
After a couple of minutes, she decided to get back to reading her Na’vi book. After thirty minutes she felt a pair of familiar eyes on her from the doorway. “What’s the matter? Scared I’ll bite you?” Y/N said looking up at him with a teasing smile. “Ooo, that’s a good one. I’ll have to write that one down.” Spider said as he walked over to her bedside. “What did Norm say about your ankle?” Spider asked her with concern. “It’s not broken, but he said it looks sprained. He told me to ice it every two hours and keep my weight off it.” Y/N explained to him which made him sign in relief. He was scared that her ankle broke.
“Y/N, can I tell you something?” Spider asked sounding nervous which made himself cringe. Y/N was confused by his nervous tone since she’s actually never seen him nervous before. “Of course.” Y/N told him closing the book and setting it down onto her lap. She sat up and moved over a little so he could sit down on the edge of her bed. Spider took a deep breath and sat down on the bed.
“Y/N, I like you and I mean I like you as more than a friend.” Spider confessed to her which took her by surprise. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now, but before I can get the words out, I always got interrupted.” Spider explained with a sigh. “Lo’ak told me I need to tell you, so you don’t think of me as a weirdo who just likes to stare at you.” Spider said. “I mean I only stare because every time I look at you, I just get lost in a daydream.” Spider said quickly adding onto his last statement.
Before he could say anything else Y/N connected her lips with his. Spider was taken back by the kiss but kissed her back. Y/N couldn’t find the words to tell him she liked him back, so she just took a chance and kissed him. They both felt electricity go through their bodies from the kiss.
When they released from the kiss they stared deep into each other’s eyes. “I like you, too!” Y/N confessed with a big smile on her face.
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Saving Grace Chapter 21
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Aurora Stark
Summary: The hour grows late, and Bucky tries not to spiral.
Warnings: mentions of memory loss and being brainwashed
Series Masterlist
Bucky’s memories were like shards of a mirror; he would try to put them in their proper place, only for them to jut out in all the wrong directions. There was always another memory, or no memory at all—an empty fragment in the void of his brain. How could he ever be whole again without all the pieces?
He grappled with memory loss every day, ever since Wakanda. Shuri removed the code words, but they couldn’t give him back the seventy plus years under HYDRA control. No one could. Aurora’s attempts to revive the man he once was were well-meaning, but she was a bit too idealistic at times.
He couldn’t blame her; she was a young woman, prone to flights of fancy. Hell, when he was her age, he dreamt of being a scientist. World War II started, and he enlisted in the Army. The life he’d dreamt of shredded, along with his memory, every time he was put in the chair and his mind wiped. Every murder was a blemish on his soul. He was a broken man, tattered and tainted.
How could anyone love him? He was not the youthful man he’d been in the Forties. He was not the soldier off to fight someone else’s war in another country. He also wasn’t what HYDRA made him. At the same time, he was an amalgamation of it all.
He oft wondered if he could remember, would he want to? Would the happier times trigger more grief? These were the questions that kept him up at night. The ruminations of a wanderer in a cavernous expanse of darkness staring back at him when he closed his eyes.
Now, as the hours ticked by and every second counted, that expanse increased tenfold. Nagged at his conscience until he willingly opened the floodgate. It wasn’t a pleasant memory, but it reminded him why he was doing this in the first place. Because, as demons do, the temptation to leave Aurora with Baron Helmut Zemo had crossed the barren wasteland of his mind at least once during the near forty hours he’d spent searching for her.
Zemo, with all his finery, would make for a suitable partner. He could give her everything her heart desired; a private jet, lavish homes across Europe. She was a Stark. A demigoddess. What in God’s good name was she doing with a man like him?
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Six years ago
“Goddammit, Aurora!”
The woman before him jolted, and immediately, he saw the tension in her shoulders. He didn’t have it in him to feel remorse. He stared at her with a hardened expression, working his jaw as he premediated a response to yet another of her sassy remarks.
When no such retort came, Bucky dragged his hand down his face and sighed. “I’m not— I’m not the man you want me to be. I’m sorry I can’t be him.”
Instead of extinguishing her fire, which he partly expected, Aurora smiled softly up at him. “Bucky, I don’t want you to be anyone but yourself. I know I can come off as willful and naïve…”
“You don’t say?” A small smirk tugged the corners of his mouth.
“Yes, I’m an idealist, but you have to understand… My dad is a genius, the innovator of our time. Kind of impossible not to absorb some of that idealism. But,” she stated with emphasis, “I’m not trying to push my beliefs on you. Do I think it’s cool that you’re from the Forties? Yes, I do. The best of both worlds. Innovation with good, old-fashioned values.”
“You certainly have a knack for blending opposing philosophies. Get that from your ma?”
Aurora laughed. “Maybe… I mean, she’s been around for eons.”
Suddenly, realization dawned on him, and his eyes softened. “I think I understand. You see a little of you in me, don’t you?”
Humming, she walked around the hut. Bucky knew her well enough to know when she did that, she was thinking. Tony did that, too, Steve informed him. “You’re a man plucked out of time, I’m a woman who will see just as many decades or more pass before my own time ends. I think too much about the concepts of infinity, eternity, forever, but I can’t quantify them, and that scares me.”
“Ah, so I’m a science experiment,” he said, grinning.
Matching his grin, Aurora shook her head. “You’re impossible. I’m impossible. Steve is impossible. Yet, here we are. Beings of myth and legend.”
“Legacy…”
“Yes,” she snapped her fingers and pointed, “legacy. The demigoddess and the Winter Soldier.”
“Sounds like a bad porno.”
“Bucky!” she giggled.
He crossed the room in two strides, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. “I don’t wanna lose you… I don’t wanna keep pushing you away… Can you accept that I may never recover from some things? Can you accept me for who I am?”
“Of course,” Aurora murmured in earnest. “I’m sorry for overstepping. I never meant to hurt you.”
He shuddered a breath, nodding. “I wanna see what you see in me…”
He closed his eyes, as she cupped her palm around his face. “I know I get carried away with potentiality, the future, but… I see you, Bucky. I love you. Just the way you are.”
Opening his eyes again, he stared down deeply into hers and getting lost in the golden pools of light. “You’re a lot like him, you know.”
“Who?”
“Your grandfather. He was a man ahead of his time. The night before my unit shipped out, I was at Stark Expo.”
“I suppose some things truly are meant to be.”
Bucky nodded, the lyrics of Elvis’ song cementing the moment.
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As requested by @bleitod, I'm going to share my Grillster Flight Rising dragon. All 6. I have my reasons. But since there's a bunch of pics, I'm going to drop in a break.
Young Gaster - He's a fledgling alchemist right now, experimenting with combining magic with natural elements. As I'm a fan of the veteran theories, this is before the War or at the start of it.
Scientist Gaster - The War has taken its toll on Gaster. His scales have dulled from their original sheen and some of his bones have been permanently cracked, though his wings shimmer with his magical prowess. His studies into how he can use and combine magic are the environment have never ceased. If anything, they've become more important with the Underground's limited resources and space. The scarf is a gift from a friend, I'm sure you can guess who.
Void Gaster - With his endless pursuit of knowledge, this fate was practically inevitable. Now that Gaster exists outside of reality, his body has become spectral and ethereal in nature. He can peep in on different timelines, but what i most interesting is how he seems to become a bit more real in the shadows...
Spark-ling Grillby - When nature's prime elements are fed enough magic, an elemental is born. I like to think that Grillby was formed naturally rather than summoned, perhaps coming into being at an intersection of ley lines. His body is brightly colored, a young flame with such potential.
Soldier Grillby - War is not what Grillby was born for, yet he finds himself in the thick of it regardless. His flames are dulled, reflecting his displeasure at having become a source of destruction. He would much rather help than harm. He tries to tell himself that he is helping Monsterkind, but it sounds hollow as entire battalions are scorched by his fire...
Tavern Grillby - There's not much that can be said for the Underground, but it is peaceful. Grillby will likely never burn as brightly as he did as a fresh spark, haunted by memories and jaded by time, but his quiet life in Snowdin has done wonders for his color. He likes to keep a nice selection of herbal teas at the ready on the off chance an old friend might drop by. (He continues to do this even after he can't remember who that friend is out of habit. He swears his tavern is never completely empty when he closes down for the night, but he can't think of why...)
Trivia time! All three Gasters have the same colors (white, obsidian, and purple), just different genes. Meanwhile the Grillbys have the same three genes (facet, fade, and firefly), but the only consistent color are his wings (sunset).
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Stowaway Cloak (2/3)
Characters: Stephen Strange, Reader - platonic
Warning: None.
Summary: You return to visit an old friend but find that something has hidden itself in your suitcase.
Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)
The party seemed louder than any battle that you had fought and you somehow had found yourself in the circle of the Mayor who was chatting up a storm about scientific funding. You had been trained in the mystic arts and knew how to hold yourself in a situation of torture but you weren’t prepared to endure an endlessly boring conversation that was undoubtedly wasting your time.
Having been feigning interest and politeness for a good twenty-two minutes, you excused yourself and engaged in conversation with another circle of elites who talked about cellular regeneration which slightly peaked your interest – completely deafening you to the loud thump that came from the room above the party hall.
The Cloak of Levitation had promised to stay put but when a shimmering red spark turned into a portal, it peered through the hood of the suitcase and watched quietly as a pair of black-dusted boots landed on the floor with a loud bang.
The intruder treaded carefully to a corner of the room and as their back was turned to the door, the cloak silently slipped out of the case and under the thin crack.
“It’s highly theoretical at this very moment but we’re close to achieving an actual scientific break-through.” One of the scientists said back at the party and was appraised by his circle of socialites.
You nodded with the others and raised your glass of champagne. “I’ve heard of a place that’s already achieved such a feat.” You chuckled, causing the group to fall quiet in the hopes that you’d further an explanation.
Just as you realised what you had just insinuated and thought about how to fix this conversation without revealing secrets, a bright silver gleam hit your eye. Looking over to where it came from, your heart stopped when you saw the Cloak hiding behind a wall.
“You were saying Y/n…?” Another doctor wondered, forcing you to snap back to the circle of people who were still waiting for you to speak.
“Oh, I was saying that I’ve heard of a place but the reporter on the story was said to be fired the very next day due to it being false.” You covered with a shrug. “Some people will do anything for a story, right?”
The merry band of men and women raised the glasses and laughed at your comment in agreement, resuming their drinking and topics of medical breakthroughs while you set your glass down on the nearest table and excused yourself.
Making a mad, yet subtle, dash over to the Cloak, you sighed once you were out of ear-shot and sight. “I thought I told you to-”
You were unable to finish the scolding as the red fabric coiled around your wrist and pulled it up the staircase and back towards the room.
You were just a little way away from the door when the cloak stopped you in your tracks and tapped over where you had hidden your sling ring on a chain around your neck.
Putting the pieces together, you knew that something dangerous had set foot in the home and that the Cloak was attempting to protect the lives that laughed beneath them.
You slipped on the relic that allowed you to open portals and took in a deep breath. You stepped forward but instead of touching the wooden floor panels, you were lifted into the air by the Cloak as it carried you to the doorway like a magic carpet, despite being slightly crooked and unstable.
You raised your hand to the door handle and turned it as you swung the panel open and instantly summoned the mirror dimension. The decision turned out to be a wise choice as you were met with a zealot who followed in Kaecilius’ mad plans of destruction.
The zealot turned and tossed the book he held on the floor. “Where is the cloak?” He demanded.
You stepped off and brought the cloak up to be displayed. “Right here.”
The zealot took a step forward and you forced the cape behind the wall of the Mirror Dimension for its protection, sealing it out.
“Give it to me.” The zealot demanded which only made you laugh at him.
Clearly, he didn’t know what you were capable of. Taking a step forward, you ignored the banging on the invisible wall by the cloak and smiled at the enemy.
“If you so much as touch a thread – I’ll end you.”
The zealot smirked at the confidence and leapt forward, summoning a red-axe almost instantly and swinging it at your head. You anticipated the attack and created a gold shield that had started to show streams of white to keep you from being torn in half.
Once the axe hit the shield, you exerted enough energy to throw the zealot backwards into your bookshelf. Hopefully no one was missing your absence below.
Miniseries - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (final)
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Hello! Previous anon from all the recent requests, (sickness, nightmares, getting hurt). I just wanted you to know I’m having a horrible day at work and rereading all your writing on my break is the only thing keeping me going! Thank you you so much!!
Beware of sarcasm
Pairing: Poly!recoms x Human!reader
Word count: 2022
A/N: Oh no, I'm sorry you're having a bad day! Not that my day is much better since I have the flu, but it allows me to stay home haha. I wrote this one-shot especially for you in the hope that it will cheer you up a bit! Please keep sending requests, the ideas are really good! And it makes me very happy that my stories cheer you up, that makes my day better!
One thing that’s important to know is that no matter how bad the situation is, you’re gonna crack a lil jokey joke. Most of your wonderful partners find this hilarious. They find it funny that the smart, nerdy (and extremely sexy, if you say so yourself) scientist is in reality a small and arrogant trouble maker. Fike and Brown even call you a feral chiwawa behind your back, and don't worry, you'll get your revenge on them. Others find it mildly annoying and by "others" you mean Miles. Don't get it wrong, he loves you dearly, but sometimes you're a bit much to handle. Especially in the early morning, before he and the others have had their coffee.
“Due to personal reasons I'll be turning things up fuckin notch.” You announce as you stroll out of Lyle’s bedroom and into the living area. They sigh and some mumble that they haven't had their coffee yet. “What is it this time darlin?” Miles asks, as Mansk quickly makes a giant pot of coffee. "So I have a new co-worker, Mike, and he is the most stupid, annoying, arrogant man I have ever met, god, he’s so full of himself, thinking that everyone either wants to date him of be him, he’s even worse than Lyle!" you exclaim, ignoring his indignant “HEY!”
“And then it turns out he's Sarah's nephew,” you sigh and climb to sit on the kitchen counter. Walker stands between your legs and presses a long sweet kiss to your lips. “Who is Sarah again?” you hear Brown ask confused. You pull away from Walker and look at him with mild irritation. "My boss?" you say in a 'duh' tone. “And then he tells me 'don't start' and it just makes me want to start.” You drop your head against Walker's bicep and Mansk offers you a cup of coffee. “Coffee isn't enough, I need to be struck by lightning.” You sigh. “That's the only way I can get through today.”
You accept the cup of coffee anyway and pout as you look at the clock. "I have to go, I have the daily morning meeting which is completely useless." You jump off the kitchen counter and head to the science department. After you've given all your lovers a big kiss, of course.
The moment the sliding glass door opens in front of you, you're besieged by the latest wonderful addition to the science department. "Good morning, beautiful!" he says in a voice that you can only describe as trying to be 'sultry'. You scoff, ignoring him and walking to your usual spot at the table. "Hey, I was wondering are you seeing someone?" he asks as he plops down in the chair next to you and throws his feet up on the table right in front of you. “As in a hallucination, a therapist or a person, be specific.” you answer, pushing his nasty feet off the table with a pen.
“You look too good to be single.” he tries to seduce you. You grin, “Baby it's not the looks, I'm not right in the head.” You purr at him. “You better think twice before you reject me,” he warns. “I can easily convince my aunt to fire you.” he boasts. You laugh hysterically, causing your other colleagues to look at you with worried and confused eyes. “Buddy I don't even think once.” You giggle.
"Do you know who I am?!" he raises his voice slightly. "I don't think…” you trail off slightly before you gasp loudly. “WAIT A MINUTE! Michael! From high school! I haven't seen you since you pissed yourself on stage at graduation, how the hell have you been???" You say it just loud enough so that everyone in the meeting room can hear you and you see shocked and horrified looks in their eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” he growls. “Do you mean today or in general?” you wink at him and turn your attention to Sarah, who is trying to get everyone's attention so she can start the meeting. You feel more than you see that he is staring intensely at you. You meet his angry glare, blink innocently and take a loud, obnoxious sip of your coffee. And in your head you decide that Mansk really makes the best coffee.
After the meeting, walk out of the meeting room as quickly as possible to get to work. Your friend and colleague, Mary, quickly catches up with you. "What was that?" she asks, laughing. “Nothing that has a major impact on my life,” you reply. "Well, whatever it was, it was completely hilarious." she laughs.
"But seriously, you really need to tell me about your date night with your partner's last night." she grins, wiggling her eyebrows. You grin back and think back to last night. “Well first Mansk had cooked an extremely delicious dinner,” you start. “You really have to bring me leftovers from his cooking sometime,” Mary interrupts. “You always go on about how good it is, but how can I judge it if I've never tasted it!” She hooks her arm through yours and quickly pulls you into the lab and leads you to her work station. "Yeah, yeah, can I tell you more or don't you want to hear the steamy details?" you ask teasingly. Mary quickly shuts up and lets you continue.
"Anyway, after dinner we went to watch a movie, and before you ask, the title is 365 days." Mary interrupts you again. "Isn't that pretty much a porn movie?!" she exclaims. "Be quiet!" you hiss at her. "Do you want the entire department to be able to enjoy the stories about my sex life or something?" Mary shakes her head and gestures for you to continue. "And let me put it this way, we recreated a number of certain scenes from the film." You finish with a sly smile. "Oh come on! I need details!" Mary begs. You shake your head. "You clearly don't know how to speak softly and I don't want to get scolded for talking about sex while working."
Mary scoffs. "It's not like I have an interesting or even existent sex life," she sighs. "And then your partners are also ten gigantic sexy aliens." You shake your head, laughing. "Then you have to lower your standards, that'll get you laid." “Ew, no thank you.” Mary looks disgusted. "Hey, can't you lend me one of those partners?" she leans her chin on her hand and blinks innocently. You laugh, “You couldn't handle them.” "See! if I couldn't handle them it would mean wild sex!"
"Say ladies, is this a suitable conversation for the workplace?" You squeeze your eyes shut and sigh in annoyance. "What do you want, Mike." "You'll be glad I decided to give you another chance." he says with an annoying smile that you would like to slap off his face.
“I wonder if you'll look both ways before you get on my damn nerves,” you say between your clenched teeth, forcing a smile. Immediately his eyes narrow. "Didn't your father ever teach you to appreciate a man's interest? You're lucky I want you." You bare your teeth. “The one thing my dad taught me is that when the going gets tough, dip.” You get up. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do now. Mary, have a nice day. Mike, have a day." You give Mary a quick hug and mumble, "'I swear, he's the reason God created the middle finger." You pay no attention to her snort and walk to your own workstation.
Finally you can focus on your work. You are currently continuing research into the neurological connection on Pandora, the original work of Dr. Grace Augustine. As always, you don't know the time and you absentmindedly ask Mary what time it is several times. "Hey Mary, what's the time?" You ask absently. “I just told you two minutes ago.” she answers, used to your fixation on your work. "I don't control the remember." Mary doesn't answer, still typing on her computer. “But seriously, what time is it,” you ask again as you examine your monster of Pandora's nature. "It's five o'clock, I'll be finishing up work soon." You look up in surprise, "Five o'clock already?" You close your work and tidy up.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Mike approach you and before you can escape the lab, he speaks to you again. “This is getting really annoying,” he announces. "No really?!" you reply sarcastically. “You know,” you start, “I hope I frustrate you a lot and you think about me a lot, now have a good evening and please don't hesitate to contact me.” You pat him on the shoulder and quickly make your escape, shouting a goodbye to Mary.
You make your way back to your accommodation, to your partners, as quickly as possible. You burst through the door and quickly lock it behind you. "What is the matter with you?" Prager asks worriedly when he sees your irritated look. “Mike kept bugging me,” you sigh and Prager lovingly pulls you into his lap. “What did he do, should we deal with him for you?” Asks Yes. You groan and are tempted to say yes, but Mansk announces that dinner is ready. You immediately take the opportunity not to answer, because you would almost say yes and that would most likely get your partners into trouble, which of course you don't want. You miss the tense look that Ja and Prager share with your other partners. A look that promises violence. Before your partners can help themselves to their food, quickly grab a container to set aside some food for Mary so she can assess it. You quickly explain before you start eating.
You've almost finished eating when the intercom at the door announces that someone is at the door. “I'll go,” you say, jumping to the ground. You immediately regret it when you open the door. Even outside of work he can't leave you alone. "I'm transferring to another research facility, I doubt we'll meet again." he announces. You blink in disbelief. "Do you promise?" You ask hopefully. Mike gets a pained look in his eyes and nods. You almost feel sorry for him, almost. Because the next words that come out of his mouth are, "Unless you come with me, I can take care of you, then you will never have to worry about things that are way too difficult for you again." "You know Mike, someday you'll go far." You say sympathetically and pat him on the shoulder. “I hope you stay there,” you nod to yourself. You immediately see Mike getting angry again and you feel a presence behind you.
“Get out of here, you bastard.” Miles snaps, placing his hand on your hip. You've never seen any scientist run away so fast. You chuckle and look up at your partners. “My brain is tired,” you complain, eager to change the conversation so your partners don't feel like pursuing Mike is a good idea, you're really not in the mood to bail them out of the slammer.
Z-dog grabs your hand and leads you to the couch to rest for a while. She rests your head in her lap and runs a soothing hand through your hair. You relax and before you can fall asleep, you quickly say your prayer. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; and if I die before I wake, good." You faintly hear laughter around you before you fall asleep.
A little later you are woken up by Z-dog. "Come on, let's go to bed." You sit up sleepily and stumble to the bathroom. “Babe, I put the bowl of food for your friend in the refrigerator,” Mansk says and your mind immediately flashes back to your conversation this morning. “You know…” you start and you have everyone's attention. "Tomorrow isn't promised… clap my cheeks tonight, why wait." You look at your partners one by one and see ten identical smug grins looking back.
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REVOLUTION
[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]
PART TWO
RECKLESSLY I SET FIRE TO THE FUSE
Side Characters: OT7
Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.
Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst, he hates her in the beginning, slow burn.
SUMMARY: Human race has been fighting an endless war with aliens for 200 years, that made scientists and the military force create Shelters under the grounds of the deserts in hopes to save as many lives possible, althought they have tried to win this war nithjng humans tried was effective wich lead them create a new weapon. One that finally could win. But, could only be used by a hybrid, half human and half aliens the new generation of humans hybrids stronger then an average human, were the only ones that could wear the armor. They were the only ones strong enough and capable of using the armor to defeat the aliens. In the middle of this war a new fight arise when a normal woman decides to make a reckless decision, out of love she sets fire to the fuse.
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Hyejin
How could I tell him?
Know how his temper is, he will make a reckless decision. He can't know anything about my state, after all he was the one who let me go on the last mission.
If he knows anything about my health, i don't even wanna know what he would be capable of doing.
This wasn't how i wanted things to end. No one does, but we are here for the only reason of fighting, I just wished not all of us had to.
But once he came back with Namjoon, i saw the look on his face as he looked at me. Namjoon kept scolding him for not taking his treatment when he interrupted him and asked about mine.
He was so hostile they had to put him down, but no for too long. He was the strongest.
- HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!? THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! - he shouted with me, but then fell to his knees - i shouldn't have ever let you join me... this is all my fault...
- no, i wanted to be there with... - i tried to calm him - i..
- i don't want to be here without you...
And with that he left. No long after the alarm went out and everything was Red, i was so worried he would do something stupid.
I screamed and tried to figh the doctors, I tried so hard to go to him but they would not let me do i begged them to do something, to talk with him.
No one listen, no one cared.
But maybe, just maybe she could.
That was when Namjoon came, i didn't told him anything just that i needed to talk with y/n.
I saw her.
She didn't notice me, none of them did. I was awake the whole time while she was treating my injuries with the other woman, i saw when she was cleaning his injuries the way she looked at him, how gentle she was with him and she touched him the way he leaned into her hand.
She was in love him. And i would save him now even if it means using someone else's feelings to.
- hey....
Looking up i saw her. A confused look on her face as she looked at me, her feelings showing up on her face.
I had to make it work fast, before Jungkook do anything stupid. Not letting her finish her sentence i begged:
- please, help him.
- what? - confusion clear on her face.
- please save Jungkook, I beg you.
The look. She didn't have to say it. He already did it.
- Is he..? - before i could end my sentence she reply:
- no. - she pauses before sighting - not yet.
There is a minute of silence between us before she asks, what everyone might be wondering "why".
- by the way, why the hell did he do that?
- you will soon find out, everyone will.
She scoffed before taking her lab coat, throwing in the chair beside my bed she tooked only her card.
- I'll see what i can do.
With that she gave me one last look before exiting the room. Now i wasn't so sure she would help, but i was hoping her feelings for him were stronger then her anger for me.
I could only hope for now.
[...]
Y/n
I must be out of my mind. I must be completely insane. This are my only thoughts as i make my way to the Hybrids Unite, i wasn't going too but i couldn't just let him die like that.
I had to be fast, from what I heard on my way there he didn't seamed to be winning. He wouldn't be winning unless someone helps him.
And that is why i was going there, usually someone like me can't go inside the Hybrids Unite but, i didn't have to. Taehyung and Yoongi were the ones in patrolling today. They will help. I mean, they are on the same team right? They have to.
I gulped. What if they don't...?
As much as i try to stay positive, it is really difficult. Namjoon made clear no one would help, it seamed he wanted to but they didn't let him.
There is only one way.
I could already see them two from a far, they both stood in front of a big double door holding big weapons. Their uniforms were different from the usual ones they wear when they have to fight the aliens, they almost look like normal soldiers if it wasn't for the eyes.
- y/n! - taehyung shouted as he saw me.
- hey guys - i couldn't help but feel relief as soon as i got there in time.
- what is it? Do you need help? - yoongi said.
- you look like you've been looking for us - this time was Taehyung.
- I was - i said - i don't know how to say this...
- just shot - yoongi joked.
- we need to help Jungkook - i said, then added - please?
They looked at each other then yoongi left shaking his head a no, Taehyung came closer to me and looked apologetic, almost.
- listen... - he sighed before continuing - we all were ordered not to interfere until everything is calm, and to be honest, none of us wants to risk our lives for a reckless decision of Jungkook.
- if he wants to die so bad he might as well just go alone.
Yoongi a tone was harsh still not looking at me.
Anger broke down in me, I could understand but even so why.
- so just leave, we have work to do.
I gave Taehyung one last look before i urned back to where i came from. No one is going to help him, no one is going to save him even though he has saved us so many times. He has help everyone not thinking about himself the only decision he has ever make for himself everyone turns their back to him.
This is not fair. Is not fair how they treated him all his life just to leave him to himself the exact day he needs someone the most, and what i hate the most about this is how hopeless i am.
How weak.
I can't do anything to save the only person alive that i still felt something for.
I couldn't even walk anymore, the whole place was trembling. A clear sing he was still out there being beaten to death.
- what he did that!?
- I know how stupid!
Two soldiers went past me were talking about Jungkook. I could only hug myself and watch as they walk and laugh off him. How could they?
- what a waste i was hoping to see the new robot in action.
- what!? Is ready?!
- yeah, i was talking with one of the engineers and they told me it was the best one they've made.
- no way.
- i know, but they said how it was hard to find a mech for it so...
Their voices we're getting more more far from me so it was hard to listen to them, a new robot? So this is what they have been doing, a new robot and they simply wouldn't let no one help him.
How could they!?
How dare they!?
If only i could do something.
If only i...
I will save him Hyejin. But not for you.
And if I fail, i'll be too dead to care anyway.
[...]
I can't believe i'm doing this. And i can't believe how easy it is to not be noticed by anyone here as i make my way to the Red Unite.
Someone like Jungkook going unnoticed there is understandable but, someone like me? How unacceptable.
Suddenly i'm glad the ones protecting us are not entirely human.
As i'm getting closer to the elevator on the Red Unite, i see Namjoon from far away. He looks distressed, running his hand through his hair and walking side to side, back and forth.
I want to go there and tell him everything will be fine, i will do something but, i can't.
Because I can't guarantee that it will work.
How more pathetic can it get.
No one noticed when i enter the elevator, no one sees it when i get to the robots Unit. They are all watching him get beaten.
They are pathetic. And so am i.
Doing something so recklessly. See me and Jungkook already have one thing in common, we both would do reckless shit for the ones we love.
At least now, i have something to fight for.
So even if i die. I'll go happily.
The place where the robots stand is huge, i have to walk a dark path over a metal bridge that goes a long way, i have never been here obviously but, it feels ambiguous.
I don't even know where i'm going at this point, my feet keeps walking and it just feels right.
I don't feel fear, not anxious. I know i'm supposed to be here and is weird.
But i don't question it.
Seeing the robots this close could be terrible, but they just look dead. With no one inside them to control them is like a big robot graveyard.
I suddenly feel the need to stop. This one feels even more weirder. It is covers in a enormous white cloth. I reach forward to try take it and my breath gets caught up in my throat, this one it is the most beautiful one from all of the others.
It was so clear. The armor had a slim fit and delicate form, black and purple were her colors and the appearance of a cat almost. Delicate yet deadly.
So pretty.
I saw this before. What you must do to get inside the armor. I didn't know how to programe it, but I did turned on.
Quickly putting on the uniform, i felt naked at how light it was and how it sticks to the skin. Putting on the in earphones it was time to get in.
I hope my brain doesn't implode.
Such a big robot but small space to be in.
Once inside i had to figured it out how to connect the armor into mine. I cursed myself for being so stupid but all it took was my ass to sit down and it did by itself.
The feeling of it i cannot explain.
It is something between pain and pleasure but fast, so fast i felt like throwing up, it was like the whole gravity were over me giving me a big hug. The pressure was so dense i felt my brain pulse.
Oh no... i'm going to die.
[...]
3rd person on
Jungkook almost lost his breath as the alien hits the armor, its strength was abnormal. Jungkook has never won against a high level alien before and never did alone, but wining was not his objective right now. Far from wining, the pain inside his head was bigger than emu physical pain the alien could put him through.
He had done enough. He had been through enough. No once he could've rested. And now he was losing the only person he had, the only one he loved in this world.
A scream from pain left his lips, loud and as painful as it could be the pain in his heart was too intense his whole body was shaking from crying and pain.
Another loud cry left his lips as the alien cut of the left arm of the armor, he could feel all of it although his arm was still in his body.
Once in the armor they become one.
And then when it was all too much, he felt his consciousness fade slowly, the pain going with it. "Am i dying?" He wondered.
His armor fell to the ground, everyone inside the Unite went quiet. He was gone.
A dark cloud closed inside the Unite around everyone, he was dead. The reality of it really hits every single one of them. Resentment in those who were afraid to do something. Even those who hated him were not happy.
Even though Hyejin who couldn't see or know what was happening knew deep down, he was gone.
The beeping sound of the flat line was a backup sound for everyone.
But,
All it took was one swish of a blade.
Not only to take the life of the alien but, everyone else's breath away.
The sight was a surprise for so many of them.
That finally taking the TI eyes from Jungkook armor, they realized the new armor has been taken and was on the system. The impossible being possible, the system was crashing due to the inability of it not being completely stable, who ever it was inside the armor could die if this wasn't fixed, who ever was inside the armor mustn't know how to turned it on correctly.
One person can't get in the armor alone. The TI had to work fast not to lose the armor. What before has been in complete silence now was in so much commotion, everyone was running side to side, engineers rushing to the armors Unit to prevent any damage on the whole system.
The new armor was fighting the High Level Alien so gracefully no one could believe their eyes, it was like seeing a big cat fighting the alien, a perfect metamorphosis and one swish of the big blade engraved in its arms was enough to cut off the whole left the arm of the Alien. Eye for an eye the panther armor took the High level alien to his knees, the armor turned its back to the alien making her way to Jungkooks armor using her smart system to check his state inside the armor.
Namjoon was still not believing his eyes, how could someone took the new armor, how where that person so good at it? It must of have been one of the hybrids in jungkooks team, could it be... Hyejin?
He kept wondering but nothing was making any sense, it seamed everyone was thinking the same too.
After she's done with checking Jungkook, in a blink of an eye she runs towards the alien aiming for its head, the new armor has been given higher speed since its form was more light looking and delicate it was much easier for it to speed up more then the armors before, the scientists and engineers used a new material for the armor finally they made it possible to fully emerge the alien skin into the metal, the blades on both arms of the panther looking armor where sharper then any other one, and stronger then any other, strong enough to cut in a half an alien if needed, and so one blow it's all it takes.
One blow it's all it takes, to make everyone shooked and wonder: "who is that?", "why would they risk their life?", "how?", "how was it possible?".
One blow, and the alien head was falling on the ground. One blow and Jungkooks eyes finally closed.
The walk back of the hero was as dark as the night sky, what for her was a victory for others was an inconvenience. Their choices were so reckless even the Headquarters of the Unite heard about it. No one was happy for it.
Once both armors retreated and where now standing inside the Unite, everyone rushed to know who was the Hunter inside the panther armor.
A few going to retreat Jungkooks body from his armor, everyone rushed to put him on a a bed and take him to the medical Unite. The others going to the panther armor to take the body of who ever was there dead or alive.
Namjoon rushed ther to help and out of curiosity, all of them having the surprise of seeing no Hunter but a simple medical doctor from the blue Unite.
Y/n was unconscious when they took her body out of the armor, Namjoons face expression was a mixture of surprise and worry.
She could be dead or die eventually. No one could understand how a no hybrid could pulled all that off, it was impossible. She wouldn't survive the beginning of the metamorphosis of the armor. No one did. Not without the special training and tests.
No one could believe it, she was alive.
[...]
The healing processes was long, even for a Hunter. Especially for y/n. A human.
Jungkooks had too many injuries, all notably intense. Blood was everywhere and it took a long time to cleaned all.
Y/n injuries were different, they were inside her. It was hard to fix her. The side effects of her actions were also being studied by scientists who were working with Namjoon. He was the one in charge of her treatment.
Often she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and punching the air, for that reason they had to restrain her on the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself.
It took Jungkook two weeks to heal, he was still not fully healed but he had finally woken up.
His eyes opened slowly, getting used to the light the pain in his head was sharp and he groaned at that. Looking around taking notice of his surroundings realizing we're he was he sat on the bed immediately which made him instantly dizzy. His vision blurred and the pain on his head stroked harder. He groaned and looked in front of him only to see, she wasn't there.
Hyejin wasn't in medical room anymore. Which could only mean two things.
Namjoon who was making his way to the room to check on y/n saw Jungkook.
Entering the room he went over him. Jungkook immediately asked for her which Namjoon was hoping he wouldn't, know what he had done he was afraid the telling him the truth was going to make things worse and Namjoon didn't wanted to make y/n risk her life again.
But he had no choice. Namjoon though he would do anything but not this, he never thought Jungkook would just fall into his arms and cry.
He just cried, and for a long time Namjoon just stood there holding him. But he had to let go of him, he needed to treat y/n.
- sorry Jungkook - Namjoon started - I need to take care of y/n she's badly hurt.
Jungkook let go of Namjoon, then looked at him confused. Of course. He didn't know.
- that doctor, why? - he asked.
As Namjoon made his way to the bed on the other side he said the reason.
- she saved your life.
More confused now, he thought he must've had hurted her during his treatment. Never once thinking of the real reason why.
Not know what had happened until he was discharged from the medical care a week later, Taehyung was the one who told him about that night.
Baffled he had to see it for himself. He went to see her almost every day, waiting for her to wake up so he could ask.
Why
Why would she do that
Why would she risk her life for him
When no one would
When no one did
Not even his friends
Y/N
I was running. I couldn't stop running. It hurts. My legs could give out at any minute but, i didn't stop. I couldn't stop running. The fear I felt was nauseous, i felt sick. Something was fallowing me, I knew it was. But I couldn't look at it.
A hand held my arm suddenly and another one closed around my waist, the moment it did was the moment the pain was almost suffocating me.
Then a voice softly said in my ear: "it hurts doesn't it? You have to have in y/n.... You need to let go..."
No. No. No. Let me go, it hurts. I need to run. I need to go.
"Let go y/n"
No!
Please! It hurts so much i wanna die.
"Just let go... please let go"
I can't, i don't know how.
It held me tighter and whispered in my ear. A siren voice. It was like a beautiful melody.
"You know how... you've always known"
The moment i woke up felt like i could finally breathe, this whole time felt like being under water and now i was finally out from the ocean. And I screamed. Loud and roughly. The pain was too real, so suffocating.
My hand clenched over my heart as if the pain was still there, the tears fell off my eyes burned and blurred my vision.
I don't know how long has it been. I have no idea we're I was. Everything felt so unfamiliar to me, i sobbed loudly and hard i almost gagged with my own sobs.
It felt like a lived a real nightmare for years. The pain was so present every single night.
Why was this happening?
- Y/n!?
I heard a voice say my name, but I couldn't stop crying, it still felt so painful even though it didn't hurt anymore, I was so scared it would come back.
- ah! It hurts! Please!... kill me!
- y/n... look at me... you're back, you're with me.
- no! I can't let go! Please!
- y/n... - a hand held my chin making me turn away and in front of me was Namjoon - y/n you're safe.
Namjoon.
I'm safe.
Slowly i felt like my body was finally slowing down, the oxygen was finally getting inside my body. The pain wasn't there. I wasn't inside the armor... the armor.
And then all the memories came back in a flash.
Hyejin is dead.
The alien i killed.
Jungkook...
- Jungkook!... - I worried grabbed Namjoons arms.
- he's fine... - he said - you saved him. You did it.
Relief. I could finally feel it again. A sudden tiredness filled my body, I've here healing for god knows how long yet, I'm so tired. So, so tired. As if I've been running for so long.
- can i sleep a little? - i asked letting go of Namjoon - I'm a little tired...
- of course you can - he smiled softly at me - you are here to rest, so don't worry. I'll be here to take care of you.
[...]
Hungry. Is the first thing I think when I open my eyes, this time i didn't had any nightmares like the past days. It felt like I could finally rest. No more running.
I was back. But i wasn't alone. When i woke up in the medical room, Jungkook was there.
He was sitting on a chair beside my bed, he had his head between his hands and looked at the floor, this is weird. Why would he be here?
I must be dreaming. It must be another nightmare, maybe he's here to kill me in my dream.
- am i dreaming?...
My voice was almost a whisper but, it was enough to catch his attention. The way he looked at me was puzzled, a mix of different feelings. He opened and closed his mouth so many times trying to figure it out what to say he looked almost cute.
- why... do you say you're dreaming - he finally said.
- because, you're here - i simply said.
- you.. - he looked bewildered at what i said - you didn't have to save me, thank you.
- no need...
- you didn't have to, so why did you? - he asked.
- because.... - i almost said it but, should i really do it?
How could i tell him this? After what happened with Hyejin, and even before he already hated me. That won't change just because i saved him, his wonds where a lot more deeper than he shows, he has reason to hate those who made him go through all of that, i only heard about it but, the tests and training where inhumane, his feelings won't change because a reckless doctor saved him, even though I have nothing to do with what they've done to him, it won't change just because i like him.
- just give me the fucking reason! - he suddenly exclaimed.
- because… I have feelings for you?
There was a moment of silence between us, i felt my cheeks getting warmer. Then he laughed.
Now i felt embarrassed. I knew this was como but i didn't expected to feel like this.
- please, know your place doctor - he said getting up to leave - don't talk to me about this nonsense again.
And with that he left.
To be continued.
Notes: sorry for any grammatical mistakes! ☺️💖
I don’t know… is this story a bit weird?
#bts smut#bts fanfiction#bts x you#bts yoongi#bts suga#bts jimin#bts namjoon#bts jhope#bts fic#bts jin#bts au#bts jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook and reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#alien au#cyberpunk au
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So how's Cereza and the rest of the Underhero cast doing in Realmia?
Wonderful question... let's see! (Sorry this took a while! I was doing all of the art for this post... lol)
Queen Alexandria II and King Timothy still reside in the Moth Forest, which, now sits a fair ways away from the Golden Settlement in Bugaria. A fairly recent trade has been established between the Ant Kingdom and the Moth Tree, too! There have also been invitations, yet... Alexia can't go. The forest stone has become bound to her and has caused quite a few problems. As in there is a tree growing out of her back, making flying much, much more difficult. A solution is being searched for! But in the meantime, Timothy stays alongside her and they live happily.
Greg, Bella, and Handy are still on adventures! Greg also frequently checks back on the manor every now and again (he sometimes parties with the sentries and blowies). Though they'd initially loved exploring warmer climates, the frost stone had bound itself to Greg and he can no longer stand the heat (much to his dismay). However, Bella feels reassured; having seen Sheercold wandering about put her mind at ease. The group roams the frigid region they're located in rather aimlessly, but it's awfully nice to have company in one another.
El Salserissimo [WHIPCRACK] has made himself quite at home on Luncheon Isle! Plenty of ingredients to go around, and much to fool with! His passion for cooking is admired by the residents-- and his bond with the lava stone is actually quite handy when he needs to get a fire going! The Don is indeed, very content with this new life! Though, he still stays in touch with everyone else-- most especially Mr. Stitches.
Speaking of the devil himself, Mr. Stitches retired from his cartography job but decided to keep sewing, regardless. He'd made the faux pillars in his room, plenty of blankets... whatever keeps him housed, honestly. Not that his right hand would allow him to be evicted. He tends not to go outside, as someone he holds a rather strong grudge against remains a common household name.
T. Bur works as one of the royal scientists. He finds his job really fun, as he has wonderful coworkers, plenty of mysteries to solve, and no remnants of the past linger just at the edge of his sight. Bur is most fond of Alphys, as they can relate to one another's circumstances but also happen to have similar interests! Mystery solving aside, he has a fairly casual life!
and...
...well. She's not really human anymore.
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Dancing the Tandava (6/10)
[on Ao3] @today-in-fic
Geneva, Switzerland 2023
As a scientist, Scully is thrilled to see the inner workings of CERN where leading researchers from around the world are uncovering the building blocks of the universe. As a mother, she’s filled with pride that William is among the brightest minds decoding these mysteries. She didn’t expect that the first time she’d walk these hallowed halls, though, would be while trying to find her missing son.
The hallways and offices of CERN look uncharacteristically dated for such a cutting-edge facility, Most of the structures were erected in the 1950s and have an underwhelming, dull and gray aesthetic. As she follows Hannah to Dr. Bellona’s office, Scully wonders if the facilities would feel more inspiring if she wasn’t so despondent.
Alongside her, Mulder has slipped into his investigator skin, all of his senses heightened as they search for William. It’s been so long since they played these roles that she’s nervous they’ve forgotten how. She hasn’t felt this way since the days before William’s birth when it seemed as if a threat to her unborn child lurked around every corner. But after William was born—completely normal, although no less miraculous—the shadowy forces retreated.
She taught at Quantico for a few years before leaving the Bureau altogether to practice medicine full-time. Mulder refused to grovel to Kersh for his old job after getting fired, and instead became an adjunct professor of criminal psychology, a role that left him with enough time to research the occasional cryptid. Thanks to skillful diplomacy on Skinner’s behalf, the X-Files remained open with Doggett and Reyes at the helm and Mulder and Scully serving as unofficial consultants. They’ve been living a normal life for the past 22 years. Scully didn’t expect the darkness to find them once again.
She hasn’t had a chance to bring it up to Mulder yet, but she’s terrified that someone from their past has come back to target William. She’s already berating herself for letting her guard down and failing to properly warn her son.
During William’s childhood, she and Mulder tried to straddle the line between caution and paranoia. They didn’t want their son to grow up in fear and, after several years of nothing nefarious happening, it felt easier to relax. By the time he went away to college, their worries weren’t any more extreme than any other loving parents’ concerns. When he announced that he’d been accepted into CERN’s internship program, they never questioned his safety living abroad.
It helped that he’d be going with Hannah. William claims they’re only friends, but he doesn’t talk about any of his other friends as often or with as much admiration. When Hannah came to visit them over the summer, Scully noticed how she and William could communicate with just a glance or a gesture across the dinner table. It was as if an electric charge passed between the two of them and anyone who came close enough could feel the buzz. Mulder insists to her that they must be dating but if their friendship does grow into something more, Scully knows it will have to happen on its own time.
When they reach Bellona’s office, Mulder knocks on the door and starts turning the knob before hearing an answer.
Bellona, a pale man who looks like he’s in his early 60s with dark sideburns and a balding crown, rises from his desk chair as the three of them enter the room. His office is small and drab with cinderblock walls and a small window. There's a laptop on his desk alongside messy piles of papers.
“Are you Dr. Bellona?” Mulder asks.
“Yes,” he says. “Can I help you?”
“I’m Fox Mulder and this is my wife Dr. Dana Scully. Our son, William Mulder, is missing and I believe you might have something to do with that.”
Bellona tilts his head at them but his eyes don’t give anything away. “I’m sorry to hear about your son. But I can assure you I have nothing to do with whatever might have happened to him.”
“You were the last person to see him,” Hannah chimes in. “You called him in last night to assist with a collider run.”
“Oh yes, of course,” Bellona says, smiling. “I needed assistance with a project and Dr. Farber mentioned I could borrow one of his promising young interns. He helped me with calibrating a magnet on the LHC and then he left before we did the run. I assume he went back home. It was late, after all.”
“But no one saw him leave,” Hannah says firmly. “The entire facility was locked down because he was missing in the tunnel.”
“You’re one of Farber’s interns, too, right?” Bellona asks.
“Yes, I’m Hannah Schwartz.”
“I thought so,” Bellona says. “I’ve seen you around. Then you should know as well as I do that no one can go missing in that tunnel. The facilities team did a full sweep but didn’t find him so, as I said, we assumed he went home and continued with the run.”
“There are security cameras all over the place,” Mulder says, gesturing to one in the hallway right outside Bellona’s office. “And yet none of them picked up on him leaving last night and he never showed up at his apartment.”
Scully knows he’s bluffing. Without their FBI credentials it would be impossible to access the security footage, but Mulder is eager to push Bellona.
Bellona shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you. CERN has an excellent security team. I’m sure they’ll be able to assist you.”
There’s a tall, potted tree in the corner behind Bellona’s desk. Nearly reaching ceiling height, it leans toward the room’s only window. The tree has green, three-pronged leaves that look similar to the ones they found at the foot of the Shiva statue. She makes eye contact with Mulder, who’s also noticed it and he nods.
“That’s an interesting plant,” Mulder says, pointing it out. “Happen to know its name?”
“It’s a bael tree,” Bellona says. “It has spiritual significance in Hinduism. When a former colleague of mine from Kolkata, came to work at CERN, his mother smuggled some bael seeds into his luggage when she learned they didn’t grow in Switzerland. Once his research stint was over, the tree had gotten too big to bring back to India so he entrusted it to me.”
“So it’s likely the only one of its kind around here, right?” Mulder continues.
“I’d imagine there aren’t many. It’s a tree that typically prefers a more tropical climate, but this one is stubborn and seems to tolerate my space heater and the occasional sunlight that filters in.”
“That’s strange, though,” Hannah says, “because we found some very similar leaves around the Shiva statue on campus. I remember noticing them because they looked out of place. Any idea how they could have gotten there?”
Scully’s impressed by Hannah’s questioning. She’s giving enough for Bellona to know they’re on to him without showing all their cards. It’s a technique she used on cases before and it worked more than a handful of times.
But Bellona doesn’t bite. “No reason I can think of. Anything else I can help you folks with?”
Scully wishes she still had her badge and gun. As an FBI agent, she had the power to make people talk. Now she feels helpless. Glancing over at Mulder, she sees his gaze locked on Bellona. They both know this man is responsible for their son’s disappearance but they don’t have the authority to detain him. Instead, they have to accept his lies and leave his office empty-handed.
***
Without any other leads to go on, they decide to let Hannah get some rest. They walk back to the apartment with her to pick up their luggage, and then leave to go check into their hotel and try looking into Bellona’s background.
Scully finally lets herself break down when they make it to their room. Sitting at the foot of the bed, she rests her head in her hands and starts to cry.
“Oh, Scully,” Mulder says gently, coming to sit next to her and taking her into his arms. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to find him.”
“You don’t know that,” she says between sobs. “We don’t know what happened.”
Mulder rubs her back and she tucks the crown of her head under his chin. No matter what calamity they find themselves in, she always feels safe in his embrace.
“What if this is our fault?” she asks. “What if someone is trying to get to us through him?”
“Why now after so many years?”
She shrugs against his chest and he kisses the top of her head.
“We’re going to find him,” he repeats. “I promise.”
His words shouldn’t soothe her, but they do. Mulder promised she wouldn’t die of cancer and that their son would be born safe and healthy. He makes these vows based on nothing but the power of his beliefs and he hasn’t been wrong yet. This is the man who went to Antarctica to save her life. If William is out there, she trusts the two of them will do everything they can to find him.
“I did some more research on the bael tree on the ride over here,” he says. “Offering bael leaves to Shiva in worship is traditionally considered very auspicious. The three-pronged leaf represents Shiva’s three functions—creation, preservation, and destruction. So it makes sense that Bellona would be scattering them around the statue”
The leaf is still in Scully’s jacket pocket from when Hannah handed it over to her near the statue. She leans away from Mulder to retrieve it, tracing its edges with her fingers.
“But why would he lie about it?” She asks. “There’s nothing wrong with making a religious offering."
“I don’t think that’s all he’s hiding, Scully. He knows what happened last night and I have a feeling it has to do with whatever he was doing by that statue. I think William saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.”
“By that logic, wouldn’t it mean,” Scully hesitates. “That Bellona would try to get rid of William?”
“We can’t think like that. There’s no evidence he’s been hurt in any way.”
There’s no body. She knows that’s what he means. She’s thinking the same thing. The old statistics on missing persons race through her mind. The more time goes by, the less likely they are to find him alive. She leans into Mulder’s chest and lets him wrap his arms around her again.
“What’s our next move?” she asks, her words muffled against his shirt. “Should we involve local law enforcement? Even if we were still with the FBI, we’d have no jurisdiction here.”
“I want to find out more about Bellona. He’s obviously lying. But I want to know why.” She can feel his larynx moving against her forehead as he speaks, and she can hear the wheels of his mind turning.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket, startling her. Mulder lets her go so she can answer. Hannah’s name is on the screen. They’d exchanged numbers before parting ways at the apartment.
“Hannah?”
“Dana,” Hannah’s strained voice utters on the other end. Scully can tell in the short time they’ve been apart she hadn’t gotten any rest. “I think I found something.”
“What did you find?” She asks. Mulder gives her a concerned look. “Wait, Hannah, I’m putting you on speaker so William’s dad can hear you, too.”
“Okay, so,” Hannah continues, “I started Googling Bellona and apparently he had a wife, a Dr. Samita Shah, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances thirty years ago. She was a physicist, too, and she was working at a military lab in the U.S. in 1993 when she suddenly went missing.”
“Did they ever find her?” Scully asks, her voice full of desperation.
“It doesn’t look like it. It seems that she was presumed dead,” Hananh says. “Oh god, what if he did the same thing to her that he did to William?”
“Where was the lab?” Mulder asks.
“Um, it was out on Long Island. In Montauk.”
Mulder twitches with alertness, like a bloodhound who’s caught a whiff of its prey. “Camp Hero?” he asks. Scully’s never heard of the place.
“Yeah,” says Hannah. “How did you know?”
“Hannah, Scully and I are going to go back and ask Dr. Bellona some more questions. We’ll call you as soon as we’re done.”
“No,” the voice on the other end says. “I’m coming with you.”
They agree to pick her up before returning to Bellona’s office and Scully hangs up the phone. “What’s Camp Hero, Mulder?”
“Come on,” he says, standing up from the bed. “I’ll explain on the way.”
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wilson x reader fanfiction becaude im deranged
You’d been on this terrifying Island for a good year now. Something about it made you want to look, even though you’d known for a while this place didn’t have one other person on it. Every single inch more, you’d hoped that there was someone just beyond the tree line, just over that hill, through that grass, but there was never anything. It was always empty, just more landscape to cover. And yet you still walked the miles and discovered the world around you. After another unsuccessful trip, you returned to your base and sat down next to the fire pit. It was getting dark, and you were hungry. As you glumly pulled out a spare morsel and started to cook it, you heard movement nearby. Your head perked up and you grabbed a spear, hoping it was a kolefant. But as you approached, you heard something you thought you’d never hear.
Another persons voice.
“Dang brambles-! oh, this is so unsightly, i do hope nobody else sees me in such a state-“
A young man in his early thirties appeared from out of the shrubbery, at the end of your spear. He jumped back a little and held his hands up slowly, an awkward smile appearing on his face.
“Haha, seems like you’re a little…on edge?”
He gulped as you pushed the spear closer and looked him over to make sure you weren’t dreaming. He wore a red cardigan with a white collared shirt visible underneath, a set of black gloves going all the way from his shoulders to the bases of his fingers. His hair was wild and untamed, filled with leaves and sticks. He was also injured and half-starved, his gaze drifting to the fire as he drooled a little.
“Uhm…I don’t mean to interrupt, but that meat smells simply amazing…”
You shake your head and pull the spear back. You sign and ask for his name. The man looked confused so you mouthed it to him. “Oh, my name! Sorry, I didn’t realise you were mute. My name is Wilson Percival Higgusbury, Gentleman Scientist and Survivor…Well, not extraordinare, but i’d say pretty good. Now, about that meat…?” You nodded and he slowly walked to the fire, before grabbing the hot meat and biting into it like an animal. It wasn’t really any of your concern as you dumped another log onto the fire and pushed it in a little with the end of your spear. You looked at him again and asked for where he came from.
“Hm…I come from Britain, the centre of enlightenment at the moment. They’re very keen on bills, you know, and their advancements are certainly fascinating.” He said through several mouthfuls of meat. As you got up, he continued to talk at you, something about science. You didn’t really care. You found a few spare spider glands and asked him to show where he was injured. “Injured? Oh, just my arm. Don’t tell me you’re going to-“ Without any indication of being about to do so, you grabbed his arm and rolled down his gloves. Then you squeezed the glands into his cut and rubbed. Wilson yelped and covered his mouth with his hand, watching as you continued to apply more glands until his skin healed over. “Amazing! I must write this down, somewhere…” He grabbed a notebook and began to pencil in some words. Again, none of your concern, though you glimpsed the title and it made you smirk.
‘Wilson’s book of wonders’. Certainly sounded like a smash hit. You looked up at the sky whilst it slowly turned to a nice, orange colour. “How long have you been here for, erm…?” You mimed a year. “And your name?” You shrug. You tell him you don’t bother with names, since you haven’t been around people for so long. “…Right..Hey, I’m still hungry, got anymore morsels?” Hesitating for just a moment, you considered if you should lie or not. You didn’t really want this stranger to just take all your food. But checking the fridge revealed you didn’t have to and you shook your head no.
“Then…why don’t we catch some rabbits?”
You blinked. Rabbits, right. You’d forgotten that those were a viable source of food since you’d stuck to hunting or farming. You nod and Wilson excitedly took out some traps and started to run to the nearest rabbit hole, setting one up and standing back to watch. Actually, he was just watching. He stared at the hole, waiting. You were confused. Why wasn’t he just going off somewhere else? As you watched, a rabbit slowly inched closer to the trap. Wilson tensed and spring forward, grabbing the rabbit and promptly killing it. You blinked. Then you asked him why he didn’t jsut let the rabbit go in the trap.
“Because they don’t always go in! They always get tempted, though, and then if you jump and hit them they die. It’s easy once you get a hand of it.” Curious, you peered down the rabbit hole. Not too far away was a small collection of rabbit holes, so you wandered over and watched as the rabbits ran away and hid. Wilson followed and watched you. “What are you going to-“ You shoved your hands down the rabbit holes, grabbing rabbits and smacking them against the floor to make them unconscious. Some of your hand poked out the other side of their connecting tunnels, and by the end of it you’d managed to harvest 32 sets of morsels. Wilson laughed a little and made sure to collect them all
“…You said you don’t have a name, right?”
You nod.
“How about…Warren? Cuz you love to put your hands in them!”
You consider the name, and then nod, smiling slightly.
Warren it is.
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Digimon Tamers - Episode 2
Lol immediate quality drop (animation-wise), but that's to be expected from this era of anime. There was some recycled animation from episode 1 too (the scientist people). Petty stuff aside, this was more of a build up/setting the scene episode. Kind of feels like nothing happened and a lot happened at the same time.
Notes:
Who the heck designed those awful title screens? ("Graphic design is my passion!") Also, this episode probably shouldn't have been called "Terriermon appears!" because he's in it for half a second.
Guilmon and Terriermon are both baby. Their voices are honestly so cute ;w; (Terriermon has the same VA as Edward from Cowboy Bebop in Japanese, but I watched the dub of Cowboy Bebop so this is a new voice for me lol).
Takato's parents are so well written so far. Mom runs the show for sure. I like the fiery mom, submissive dad dynamic haha (like in Turning Red).
I like how Takato's dad stuck his full head into his son's room yet somehow failed to see a giant dinosaur. He did smell him tho apparently...what does a Guilmon smell like? (For a second I was like...did he poop or something?)
Ruki is so extra for no reason. She puts on sunglasses (at night) only to immediately take them off again 2 seconds later. Are they like, Google glass or are they just regular sunglasses?
Okay so...they wanted to sell the TCG. I see how it is. Makes me think back to Digital Card Battle and what option cards exist. It will be interesting to see how they're utilized. (Also, does Ruki just buy them at the toy store? lol)
Pulling the fire alarm because you see a dinosaur is a hilarious concept. I mean...makes sense?
I noted that the girls in Takato's school are wearing bloomers for gym class. These were everywhere in anime back in the day (and still today for fetish reasons probably). I did a quick google and this style of gym uniform was phased out in the 1990s, but this came out in the early 2000s, so I guess it's still period accurate? (Wonder if this is censored in the dub at all...)
Terriermon just roasts Takato the minute they meet. Savage. Takato's cry face looks more like a fever/drunk face if you ask me. They overdid the flushed-ness.
A new direction for Digimon: tamers who battle for...competition? Fun? Training? I don't really know yet, but we haven't really seen this in the previous anime. In Adventure they only fought in self defense or to save the digital/real world.
Ruki is obviously going through something and being kind of mean to Renamon in the process. Looking forward to seeing how her character develops.
Just googled what "moumontai" means and Urban Dictionary literally cites this show haha https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Moumantai
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“We find our community when our community is visible.”
There's so much more to this scene than what's going on actually. Elle visiting Lambert and meeting Naomi and Felix, I feel, also alludes to this ongoing conversation about the difference in queer visibility and acceptance in the arts and in STEM.
I FELT that scene btw, I so strongly did. Stem has been my whole life. I've only ever been surrounded by the culture in these fields. And it's rigid. It hardly leaves any room for self expression (istg u do something as low tier as cutting your hair short and suddenly you owe 10 billion people an explanation). Even full fledged scientists like Dr. Daniel Pfau, Joey Nelson, Jarrah Dale and a whole slew of others on places like 500 queer scientists, OSTEM and Queer in Stem still talk about feeling unwelcome and alienated in their own academic spaces growing up and grappling with losing a sense of community within the very thing they had so much interest in as a kid.
I've been holding onto my favorite science podcasts and films so strongly since the last few years of school when my love for science was slipping away from me at an alarming speed, because they were the whole point of continuing, everyday, to face engineering as a future— to somehow sperate it as a living breathing thing from the dead system it was taught in, to still see beauty in it despite everything. They're incredibly important to me.
Last year I went to visit a friend studying at a very similar prestigious art college and.. its just that roaming around the whole place with her was like an ache getting heavier and heavier. High ceilings and walls plastered with concept art, personalised desk spaces and boards full of self expression—like you could look at a board and clearly tell what kind of person they were, rooms full of music, shaved thermocol lining the floor like snow, open galleries where the students had sleep overs, people in the middle of easy flowing conversations about films and gender and academic approaches, art pieces and statues in every bend of the road that completely dismantled every traditional assumption about them— it was all real. And it just. felt so right. It felt like something was glowing so so beautifully and strongly in me by the end of the day that if I ever left that place itd go out of control and set everything on fire.
And I distinctly remember my friend saying, matter of fact-ly, that half the faculty was queer.
In all the spaces I've ever been, I found the people I grew and bonded and learnt about myself with in friend circles, lab partners, and group project members. And in mentors especially. It was my 6th grade eng teacher who had stopped a student mid sentence and taken 5 minutes to patiently explain to us what being gay and lesbian actually meant and what words that we could've been picking up from here and there were hurtful and weren't to be said ever. It was Mr. Ajayi and Mrs. Singh who were trying to be the mentors to Nick and Charlie that they never had. I can't help but wonder how different it could've been for me and every other queer kid in my school and college, if we'd had even a single mentor we could've confided in like that.
The roads from my home to pretty much anywhere in the area are lined with arts colleges and galleries, and each day on my way to college, I pass the workshop I took courses in in middle school and its students, knowing that it's all within arms reach and yet so far away. I've (not very kindly) felt this contrast too, but I'm still nowhere near feeling what Elle and Naomi must've felt when they said that to each other.
And it really sucks that people can't have that no matter what their academic background is. That the sciences keep pushing out people willing to learn, that minorities in these spaces have always had it much harder because the system was so rigid that it left no place for community within education. It's a serious and very widespread issue. Black, disabled and queer students and professionals keep dropping out every year because of this.
And I don't know if this was intentional or not but I love love LOVE how heartstopper touches upon this subject as well. It truly left no stone unturned.
#heartstopper#heartstopper season 2#heartstopper analysis#elle argent#elle heartstopper#yeeshh this got heavier that normal its just that this show is doing things to me ahahha#insert that meme of my outline where all this is going on in my head but what i tell her instead is hide me in ur bag lamoo#this is where i stay now 😌#queer
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A/N: For the @albetherzine! I have too much fun writing Paimon sometimes.
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In hindsight, Aether should have expected this. The realtor had been really vague when he’d asked about his roommate. The woman leaving had squeezed his shoulder in what had seemed like a reassuring manner but was now clearly pity. Even Paimon had told him the house was sketchy.
A fact she refused to let up, even now as she rattled off on the phone. “Paimon told you so! No one rents a house for that price.”
“I know, I know.” Aether sighed as he leaned against the hallway wall. “But it is a really nice house. And affordable.”
In his defense, it was an amazing place. There were three bedrooms upstairs and one in the basement, meaning the whole house was only filled with four roommates instead of the usual five to six. There were two fridges. His roommates consisted of Sucrose, a shy scientist, and Timaeus, a nerdy mechanic. When he needed to study, the house was quiet and seemingly empty.
“That’s how they trapped you.” He could almost hear Paimon roll her eyes. “You should have asked Lumine for help.”
“I didn’t want to bother her.” Aether rubbed his neck sheepishly, thinking of his twin sister. For the first time since they were born, they were in different places, in universities that were a plane’s flight away. The independence was thrilling. It was also terrifying.
“You’re just asking for help, that wouldn’t bother her! And then you wouldn’t have ended up in a place like that,” Paimon huffed. She stamped indignantly, the sound loud enough for him to hear. Sometimes he worried about her—she had never been able to control her temper and he could just picture her failing interviews because she didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. “Is he still down there?”
Aether glanced at the foreboding basement door in front of him. It hadn’t budged an inch. The white paint was cracked and peeling in places, revealing the brown wood underneath. In an otherwise modern house, it looked entirely out of place, like a horror scene in a field of flowers. “I think so.”
“You think so?” Paimon asked skeptically, tapping her foot.
As though to answer her question, a loud bang punctuated the air. Aether winced, wondering just what happened downstairs. “I know so.”
The only problem with this house was his mysterious third roommate, Albedo. Aether could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen the guy. Every time, the upper-year chemist had been wearing goggles, his blond hair flowing over the frames like a lion’s mane. Loud bangs and odd smells informed everyone else when Albedo was home.
Sucrose had said it was fine, but Aether wasn’t certain. Just how healthy could it be, locking yourself up in a basement with foul-smelling chemicals for hours on end? He couldn’t remember his science classes that well, but couldn’t Albedo accidentally make a poisonous gas? What if he was slowly killing them all?
And just what was he trying to do?
Once, just once, Aether had seen Albedo without his trademark lab coat. Aether had been studying and glanced out his window to find Albedo in the backyard. Paintbrush in hand, the senior had stared at a blank canvas, as though visualizing his painting. By the time Aether had scrambled down the stairs, Albedo was gone.
Part of him wondered if he could have seen Albedo’s eyes if he’d gotten down fast enough.
“This sounds sketchy,” Paimon grumbled. “I still think you should leave.”
“It’s—” Aether’s eyes widened as black smoke poured out the cracks around the door. “Fire!”
“Fire!” Paimon shouted. “Should I—”
He didn’t say anything before hanging up, shoving the phone in his pocket as he yanked open the door. Luckily, the doorknob wasn’t hot yet. Black smoke poured into the hallway. Albedo was still down there. Aether didn’t think twice before dashing down the stairs.
The smoke was even thicker downstairs. There was a small window, barely visible, and he ran to open it. As the smoke escaped, Aether pivoted on his heel. It was easier to see the small laboratory now. Vials lined the counters, various machines beeped as they ran automatically. Aether coughed in his sleeve as he searched for his roommate.
“Albedo?” he called out. There wasn’t a response. The silence unnerved him. He stepped forward. “Albedo?”
His foot bumped into something and he looked down to find his roommate lying face down.
“Albedo!” Before Aether could check him, he noticed a small fire on the counter. It burned on a pan, trapping it for the most part, but he wasn’t going to take any risks. He sprang forward, patting it with his hand instinctively before recoiling from the heat.
“Extinguisher, water…” He mumbled his eyes darted around the room before landing on the former. In two steps, he picked it up. In another, the fire was gone. Aether sighed, relieved. “Great.”
There was a soft moan. Aether looked down just as Albedo slowly opened his eyes. He’d almost forgotten. Quickly, Aether knelt next to him, helping the older man get up. “Are you okay?”
Albedo coughed, looking dazed. Lazily, he scanned the room, as if not certain of where he was. It couldn’t be good for him to be here. The air still smelled of smoke and burned plastic.
“Here, follow me.” Gently, Aether took Albedo’s arm and guided him up the stairs. Past the wooden door, with its flaking paint. Past the narrow hallway, covered in darkness. Past the patio doors, until they were outside in the cool, fresh breeze. “Take deep breaths.”
Albedo breathed in through his nose, shaking his head slightly as though waking himself up. His voice was smoother, deeper than Aether expected. “We’re outside.”
“Yeah.” Aether watched him worriedly, inspecting him for injuries. Fortunately, he appeared unscathed.
He looked at his hands, then the house. “Huh. Didn’t go as planned. I added too much phosphate.”
Aether frowned. “You started a fire. You could have killed us.”
“No, we would have been fine.” Albedo pulled off his goggles, yanking them past his golden hair. He rubbed the soot off with his shirt. “The fire wouldn’t have left the pan.”
He kept talking, but Aether couldn’t hear. Instead, he stared, transfixed by the tropical blue of Albedo’s eyes, the way his hair framed his face, softening his impassive expression. It had been hard to tell before but his roommate was hot.
Aether flushed. Maybe the fire had spread to him somehow. Clearing his throat, he pushed all irrelevant thoughts from his head and focused on the issue at hand. Their house could have burned down. This madman constantly did experiments, ones that probably could endanger them. Who knew what could happen next time? What if Aether hadn’t been around today?
It was time he stopped this nonsense. Squaring his shoulders, Aether interrupted, “That isn’t the point.”
“Then what is?” Albedo absentmindedly dusted off his clothes, creating small black clouds of soot. He glanced up at Aether and frowned. “You’re…?”
Aether stiffened, mildly offended. Sure, they hadn’t interacted much, but he’d expected Albedo to at least know who he was. “Your roommate. Aether. We’ve met.”
“Oh.” Albedo rubbed his chin, his brow pinched as he tried to remember. “Right.” He held out a hand. “Albedo.”
Somehow, Aether had a feeling Albedo didn’t remember. Or care. That the next time they’d met, they’d have this same question all over again. Reluctantly, he took Albedo’s hand and shook it. The senior’s fingers were calloused, as though this wasn’t the first time he’d nearly burned or hurt himself for the sake of his tests. “Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah.” Albedo extracted his hand and turned around. “I’ll see you later.”
“Wait!” Aether gripped his shoulder, forcing him to stay. “Like I was saying, the point is safety. You can’t do that again if it’s unsafe.”
Albedo scoffed, crossing his arms. If before he had appeared unfocused, now he was determined. “I have safety precautions.”
“They’re not good enough.” Aether gestured at the house, then down at the basement window at the side. Black puffs of smoke still seeped into the air. “You still ended up out here! That fire still happened!”
“Oh.” Finally taking this seriously, Albedo strolled over to the window and crouched. He swatted at the smoke once, dissipating it. Peering through the window, he studied his lab before nodding. “Fair point. I’ll be more careful next time.”
Aether rubbed his ears, not sure if he’d heard right. “Next time?”
“Experiments can’t run themselves.” Albedo stood up. He slipped his goggles over his neck like a necklace. “I’ll figure something out.”
“You almost—there was a fire and you’re thinking next time?” Aether paled. He had no idea what Sucrose and Timaeus saw in this man. They had claimed he was a genius. Maybe he was, but he certainly was a danger. Maybe he was a genius at putting them in danger.
He could almost hear Paimon now, laughing at the news. Told you the house was bad news.
Gritting his teeth, he ground his heel on the grass. There was still something he could do. This wasn’t over yet. Aether squared his shoulders and asked, no, demanded, “You’ll show me the safety measures before you start.”
Albedo stared at him. His expression was impossible to read. It was like looking at a blank slate, a white sheet, a piece of granite. Part of Aether wondered what it would take to make his roommate smile. Then, finally, after the silence was unbearable, Albedo nodded. “An assistant would make things easier.”
That wasn’t the response he’d expected. Aether blinked before pointing at himself. “An assistant? Me?”
Albedo didn’t seem to hear, already lost in thought as he mused over the new development. “A second person to run experiments with…this could work out. Should I increase the quantity of trials or scope? A live test subject would also be handy.”
“A live test subject?” Aether’s jaw dropped. Just what sort of experiments was Albedo running that needed human experimentation? At this rate, it wouldn’t just be the house that got destroyed. “Wait, I didn’t even agree to this! I just wanted to check your measures, not help you.”
It was too late. His enigmatic roommate was already heading back into the house, making his way back down to the basement. Clearly, he hadn’t learned anything from the fire.
Clearly, Aether had no choice if he wanted the house in one piece. He sighed.
“The rent is cheap. The location is good. The other roommates are nice.” Aether ticked off each point on his finger, to remind himself of just why he didn’t pack up and leave. “I can’t find another place right now. It’s quiet when I study. I already paid this month’s rent.”
Paimon had been entirely right about this place.
It had been entirely too good to be true.
“She’s never going to let this go,” Aether grumbled as he headed inside.
Still, there was something to look forward to. He’d be working with Albedo. Maybe he’d get to see those bright blue eyes again. Aether couldn’t deny the small jolt that went through him at the thought.
All he had to do was survive whatever Albedo tossed at him. That couldn’t be that hard, right?
#albether#albedo#genshin impact#aether#albedo x aether#fanfic#paimon is a lot of fun to write#even if i do not always love hearing her voice XD#but she's just so easy to shove all the normal reactions into#aether has so many nice banners and pics to chose from#so i had fun with this header
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Idea: Lawrusso butch4butch cowboy lesbians
the noise i just let out should be studied by scientists. yes ❤️ absolutely
im historically not an expert on cowboys (my friend is tho) so all my ideas and inspiration come from westerns but im thinking:
danielle larusso is new in the area. her mother brought a decrepit ranch with all of their economies and they’re now trying to give it a second life. in doing so they meet mr miyagi, an old man living not far away from the ranch but quite isolated from the others in town. he takes care of cattle and he’s very polite and very kind to danielle and lucille (who have had to deal with their share of sexist assholes since danielle’s dad died). lucille makes business with him to buy some of his cattle and they decide to actually start working together. she invites him to dinner one evening and he never really leaves. he helps her and danielle fix the ranch and also starts teaching danielle how to take care of cattle and especially horses. danielle doesn’t really have her own horse yet but she wants one very badly and so miyagi offers her a beautiful palomino mare for her birthday.
one morning, danielle goes in the barn to take care of her horse and sees another horse already there. a black american quarterhorse and behind it is hidden a bruised and bleeding johnny lawrence. johnny is an outlaw. she used to be a rich girl back in town. her mother had married the mayor of the town when she was a young girl and johnny was promised to marry one of his rich (and old) friends but she fled and instead she joined a group of outlaw who commit petty crimes to survive. she and the other cobras had just done a heist when they were separated while running away and she was shot in the back. she didn’t know where to go. she saw the barn in the horizon and decided to hide there until the police lost her tracks but with the blood loss she fell asleep and didn’t manage to leave the barn before morning.
danielle brings her back home and nurses her back to health (but at the same time she wonders if she should throw her out because johnny is 1) a criminal 2) a fugitive 3) a huge bitch). a little after johnny gets back on her feet, the cobras come and meet her and tell her that they all need to split up for a while because the sheriff is after them, johnny gets really worried because she has nowhere to go apart from going back to her house but if she goes back to laura and sid she knows she’ll be married by force. danielle, who cannot keep her nose out of other people’s business, tells johnny she can stay if she starts working on the ranch. which is how johnny ends up training horses with danielle and mr miyagi.
im also imagining slow burn love story between danielle and johnny: fishing trips that end with taking a swim naked in the lake, talks in front of the fire where danielle learns to like johnny and johnny hides how much she wants to kiss danielle, dinners with lucille and mr miyagi who can see what’s going on there, the two of them racing on their horses. just, lots of domestic shit that end abruptly because kreese, another outlaw who helped johnny escape sid, comes to collect what he believes to be johnny’s debt. he wants johnny to work for him, danielle thinks his intentions are a lot darker than that but johnny tells her that he truly helped so that she just needs to pay her debt back and he’ll leave her alone. except kreese doesn’t leave her alone and mr miyagi has to step in. (you know you gotta have a duel in a western).
johnny gets hurt in the crossfire and it makes danielle realize that she’s in love with that blonde meathead. johnny scares them all by staying unconscious a lot longer than last time. the cobras come to visit and they all wait at johnny’s bedside. when she wakes up, bobby tells her that danielle has not moved ever since she’s been hurt and that she should get her head out of her ass and tell the other woman how she feels. danielle comes to see her, johnny thanks her for taking care of her again and they both manage to say i love you at the same time. happy ending, all is well, they train horses on the ranch until they’re old and grey (but still in love).
#*asks#lawrusso#this is very long im so sorry#i just blacked out when you said butch cowboy#« you’re alright larusso! »
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