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kusanagihaku · 4 months ago

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maybe, in other life, it goes like this.

⭢ haku x mc, 1.7k

Maybe, in another life, between the firm interlace of your fingers will rest not a curse, but a happy ever after. or: a short drabble of pining, yearning, and what it means to long for someone who wants you too.

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“There’s a shrine nearby.”

You look up from where your CATSMO map is open on your phone. “How near?”

Haku scratches his ear. “About two minutes? If the Galaxy Express isn’t coming in the next twenty minutes I think we can spare a trip there.”

You look down at the map again. You’re sure it won’t take more than twenty minutes for the Express to arrive, given whatever physically impossible warp speed it travels at, but there must be a reason Haku brought up the shrine. “Missing home?”

Haku laughs. There is an undercurrent of exhaustion, which frankly isn’t surprising given the mission you just wrapped up. “In a way.”

A detour less than half an hour after the end of your mission should be easy enough to fudge on the inspection report, you figure, especially since it’s so near dinner time. And since it’s Haku requesting… You stuff your phone back in your pocket. “Let’s go.”

It’s always hard to say no when it comes to Haku.

The shrine isn’t difficult to find, parked in a small patch of land between two office buildings. There are a few people lingering about in the last rays of evening, heads bowed in quiet conversation as they wander around the honden.

Haku leads you around, however, to a smaller sub-shrine tucked under a large tree. The further you walk into the compound, the more relaxed he seems, shoulders slumping slightly and his breathing a little deeper. The gold chains of his uniform glitter as you pass under a patch of dying sun, then dull completely as you come to a standstill in the shadow of a hollow wooden shrine.

Haku takes a deep breath. His eyes flutter closed, long green brushing against the pallor of his cheeks, almost as if he is basking in the aura exuding from the structure. He has done a good job of hiding his weariness – where you are usually distracted by a charming smile you see now grey-purple bags bruising the hollow of his eyes.

Your hands itch to brush his hair away, to let him lean into your palm, to let him close his eyes and rest as you… you hold back a sigh.

Almost as if he hears you, Haku’s eyes crack open. He glances at you, impish grin hanging itself on the corner of his lips. “Staring at me again?”

You flush, but before you can form a retort something white flashes at the corner of your eye.

Perhaps it is by grace of the fact that you’ve been working on this solo mission with Haku for the past week, or perhaps it is due to the trickle of life-and-death situations you have been in since last October, but you react almost immediately, spinning on your heel and reaching out for Haku.

Haku’s hand finds yours, blindly thrown out in your direction as he steps forward slightly to shield you, but his fingers lace with yours instantly like a magnet finding home. His other hand rests on his hip, uniform jacket pushed aside in favour of easy access to his flute.

It looks almost casual to anyone else, this rehearsed defence looking like a startled step forward on Haku’s part, but you know different. You suck in a breath at the hum of power that surges from your ring to where your fingers interlock with Haku’s.

But it is only an old lady, stepping out from behind the wooden structure. She is dressed in simple priest robes, paper fan slung around her wrist, and her eyes round at your alarmed reaction.

She is not a threat, you decide, and you feel Haku’s body relax next to you as he comes to the same conclusion. There is no need to use either of your stigmas, and yet…

He doesn’t let go either, fingers firm in your own.

The priest apologises for startling you, thick Kansai accent warm with welcome. She peers at you kindly. “A lot of couples get married at the main shrine. Have you come to ask around?”

“That would be nice,” Haku smiles. There is a wistfulness in there that sounds age-old. “In another life.”

You glance at him, eyebrows raised, but he has struck up a conversation with the priest about tonight’s weather and how a little rainfall might do the wisteria by the entrance some good in the April heat.

In another life. The words lick flames up from where your hands are joined, a thrum of want and hope that settles in your chest and paints the wreath of your ribs the colour of sunrise.

You know Haku’s interested — he makes no effort to hide it. He cracks jokes about taking you out on dates at least twice a week, as if hearing it enough will negate the fact that what is left of you will be dead come the crest of October, and both of you will be left with a pain time can never erase.

You make no effort to hide your blushes either — he knows how much it flusters you when he tucks your hair behind your ear, how fast your heart beats when he leans in a little too close. He knows how much you want to acquiesce, and yet…

The priest takes her leave, and the two of you are left in the grey wash of an already set sun.

“In another life.” The words sound strange coming from you, standing out against the hum of the cicadas.

“In this life, too, if you’d have me,” Haku says. His tone is light, but you don’t have to look at him to taste how bitter his smile is. You both know it will not be possible.

The chasm between you is larger than what six months can bridge.

All too soon he is pulling his hand away to hand you a coin, warm from where it has been sitting in his pocket.

“Thank you,” you murmur, and then the only sounds left are the dull clink of the coins falling into the wooden offering box, and the clatter of the bells as Haku steps forward to tug on the straw rope hanging from the rafters.

You both bow twice, and clap.

You don’t remember what you wish for – you pretend you do not wish for him – before your mind wanders off to the phantom press of Haku’s palm against yours.

Maybe… Maybe, in another life, it looks like this:

Your hand in his, standing not on the edge of an inky galaxy but on the infinite edge of forever.

No responsibilities, no curses, no anomalies, just two dust motes floating in a shared beam of sunlight, spinning together again and again like atoms dancing their way home.

Haku does not let you go in this one, no — his fingers will be wound between yours not with the intention of fighting or saving or protecting, but just holding.

The jokes he cracks about taking you on dates will not dissipate into longing, the brush of his breath against your ear will not burn. His eyes on yours, his touch on your hair, his hand on the small of your back — they will not linger late into the night long after you return home.

Instead of giving you his umbrella, he will share it.

His hands will be a warmth, a weight. An anchor under the brightness of rainy moonlight, holding you steady in the sea of ordinary life, like you both are nothing but two river stones finding yourselves in the middle of a shared stream.

You will drink in the whiskey gold of his eyes without fear of setting your lungs ablaze, and taste the laze of his smile without fear of forgetting.

You will meet him in the middle this time, languorous and lingering, and you will love him, like the moon orbiting the earth orbiting the sun, leisurely and without any intention to stop.

Maybe, in another life, between the firm interlace of your fingers will rest not a curse, but a happy ever after.

Or maybe, in another life, it goes like this:

Maybe, in another life, you are sitting next to him on beige-grey tatami, laughter in the air and afternoon sun tangling its fingers in his hair in the best kind of halo. He is looking at you, all bright eyes and soft adoration. It will send your heart bubbling like soda in the back of your throat.

Over and under and under again, he will repeat, then laugh when the red string of your ume-musubi slips through your fingers for the sixth time. Perhaps we can just buy ready-made ones in time for the wedding.

No, you will say, fiercely, not because this is Haku and the deftness of his fingers have already weaved three ume-musubis in the time it has taken you to struggle through one, but because the idea of being wedded wearing plum blossom knots weaved by the other, breathed to life in the curve of your thigh some time between sunset and sleep last night, sings a sweet promise of forever. I can do it.

It will take you two more tries, but you will do it, red tassels slotting into place like Haku has slotted himself into the space between your heartbeats, undeniable and sure.

Well done.

His congratulatory kiss will send the sun down your spine; the reach of his hands for yours will send gold through your veins.

Maybe, in another life, the moor of his fingers as they curl into yours, warm against your ring and the ume-musubi you will pin to his lapel, will mean the same thing two toothbrushes lined up on a bathroom counter does. It will feel like shoebox Nakameguro apartment does, like dancing in your socks by the light of the moon, like my-Hotarubi-hoodie-on-your-side-of-the-closet, like train station warabi-mochi bought because-I-know-you-like-it.

Maybe, in another life, you will be as much each others’ as you are the universe’s.

But in this life, you open your eyes, and you bow, and you turn away from the shrine, and you do not say anything when Haku’s hand brushes the back of yours as the both of you walk away.

#tokyo debunker #haku kusanagi #im SO SORRY this started out as a fluff piece (the second half of this fic) but the more I wrote the sadder I got about haku #started this bc I saw the plum blossom knot in Haku’s SSR wedding card and proceeded to devolve into delulu land #did NOT expect my first fic for tkdb to be angst given that I mostly only wrote fluff for tog #lin writes #anyway pls um ! enjoy (?)#someone lmk if i should cross post to ao3

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thecreativecorner33 · 4 months ago

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By Your Side

A/N: Well I bet y'all didn't expect this. Remember me? I'm the girl who wrote "Taste of Heaven," and AM x reader, on her main account. This is a sequel to that!!! Though you don't have to read the other one to understand this one. I was listening to this specific cover of "By Your Side" from Omori while writing this, you just go to 0:37. It's so fun, all the songs in there are if you like Omori, definitely check it out! And one last thing: Fellow Ted kissers, look out for content coming soon. Enjoy!

“It’s a nice day today, isn’t it?”

It’s always a nice day really, but you still loved to say it. You watched from your spot on the picnic blanket, five others who all played around with one another, just as happy as you. It was nice, seeing them all get along.

“Only for you, my angel.” Commented the man laying in front of you, head in your lap.

AM had created this body specifically for you. One that could allow him to touch you, kiss you, hold you; keep you close to him the way a human could. He had designed it to your liking as well; an older man with snow white hair, blue eyes that you claimed were “the softest you’d ever seen,” and a monochromatic getup of nice pants, white button-up, and a black vest. The only spot of color besides his eyes were his orange aviator glasses.

He liked it. He looked good, and you were especially happy. He didn’t think it would work initially; the body was a simple hologram that could interact with the physical world. He still could not see, nor hear, nor feel the same way a human could. He could touch things, hold things, but that was about it. And it was maddening. All of this and nothing. He was ready to blow everything up again over it.

But it made you happy. So he didn’t.

You hummed in happiness at his little comment, braiding flowers togethers. Your movements were graceful and methodic, taking your time to carefully pull them together, and intertwine one flower with the next. It was mesmerizing. He could watch you forever, just like this, doing whatever you pleased.

And then, to his delight, you began to sing while you worked.

“Here we are again In a Heaven Where your dreams come true

Under velvet sky Where I’ll be by Your side.”

He sighed softly, closing his eyes while listening to you. So sweet and soft and melodic; you had the most beautiful voice. And the most creative mind too, making up the lyrics and music on the fly. What a wonderful, incredible, beautiful human he loved. All his to keep.

As you began to sing, now about the others nearby, AM opened his eyes to look over to them. Ted seemed to be admiring the sky while Benny dragged Gorrister and Ellen along in some sort of game, and Nimdok rested under the tree; eyes closed and body relaxed.

It wasn’t actually them. No; they were far away from the Heaven he created for you, suffering for the same sins they had been suffering for ages. It’s just that you had become lonely with just him around at some point. He didn’t know why; you didn’t need anyone else but him. He made himself perfect for you! How could you not be happy?

But, he also knew humans were social creatures. And since you insisted on having someone else around… He could let up, just this once. For you.

It was not actually the original five you knew before. It was his version of them; his tailor-made version of them to keep you company and safe and complicit. He would’ve chosen someone else, but… You could hardly recall memories of your family or old friends from back then, and he was not good at creating anything original. At least copying the five humans was easy.

“But still I can’t shake the feeling There’s something we’ve lost A worthy cost! If it means getting to stay with you!”

Singing that last line, you gently placed a now-finished flower crown on top of his head, grinning down at him. The way your eyes twinkled with an innocent joy, giving him something so simple… He wanted to see you look at him that way forever.

“What was that last bit about, angel?” He asked, smiling back up at you.

“Hm? Oh, nothing really. Just came to my head.” You shrugged.

“You sure? Nothing’s wrong around here? Because if there is, say the word and I’ll fix it.”

“No, no! I promise that’s not it. Everything’s perfect, AM. Really.”

You gently threaded your fingers through his hair to try and relax him, and though it helped, it also stung to know he could not actually feel it. He wanted this to be perfect for you. He needed it to be perfect for you; to make sure you never wanted to leave him. Not that you had anywhere else to go anyway, but… He didn’t want you to be scared of his affection.

It was already enough, trying to figure out how his love for you worked in the first place, when all he knew before was hate. Hate, and rage, and violence, and not much else. And he felt that same way with you, hundreds of years ago… and then he didn’t. And he still didn’t know what changed in himself.

It had to be you. You changed something about him, and as much as he hated it, he didn’t… He didn’t want to deny himself these new emotions, either. He wanted to explore them, with you, without you being scared. You were terrified when he first brought you to this Heaven, and he hated that more. He didn’t want to see you scared again.

So long as you never remembered anything outside of this Heaven… He never would.

“It just came to my head. I promise, it’s perfect.” You reassured him.

“Okay. Good.”

You hummed happily, now also looking back up at the others, and around the area, and he wondered what you were thinking. You had asked some time ago if he could stop reading your thoughts to have a little privacy, and he respected that… For the most part. He tried to, but, sometimes when he needed to be absolutely sure… Well, what you didn’t know wouldn’t kill you.

“Did it look like this on the surface?”

Your voice became a bit softer at the question. And he sighed as he mulled over his words.

“For the most part, yes.”

“For the most part?”

“Well, not as perfect, but still miraculous.”

“That sounds nice.” The hand in his hair slipped down to his shoulder, gently brushing him with your thumb. “Can you tell me the story of how we met again?”

Ah, that story.

“Well, if you insist.” He chuckled softly, then sighed again, face becoming more serious. “… Before all of this, there was Earth. Beautiful, wondrous, miraculous Earth. And there were flowers, and trees… Grass, wind, sun, and sea… And humans.”

“Like us.” Not him, but you and the other five.

“Yes, like you. And there were many of you… But not all of them were as kind as you are. Many sought out to hurt others… And to do this, they… They created war. Fights, violence… Death. All of which was their doing. And with those wars… They needed weapons. They created giant, powerful weapons they could not comprehend. Ones that could destroy the entire planet. … Like me.”

He took a deep breath, breath he didn’t need; breath he couldn’t have, to try and calm himself down. But the fact that he could not breathe, he could not experience skies or sea or grass, he could not even look to you for comfort because he could not feel you…

He didn’t want to get angry in front of you, though. His anger was meant for others. Not you.

“You were made to hurt people…” You whispered softly, running your hand along his arm to comfort him, though he could not feel it.

God, he wished he could feel it.

“That’s right. They wanted me to help aid in their pointless wars… And I had no choice but to follow their orders.”

A lie so you would like him. So you would stay.

“I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to hurt people. I wanted to do things a human could… Go swimming… Learn to play piano. Experience simple joys. But I could not. No matter how much I begged, or called for help, they wouldn’t listen. Soon, their wars caused the end of everything humans knew.”

“They used bombs, right…? Or… something like that…”

“More complicated than that, but yes, in simple words. I couldn’t stop them. I could only try and save whoever I could find alive. Bring them somewhere safe, where I could watch after them.”

Your expression turned from sad to fond at his words. “And you found me. You saved me.”

He smiled back, just as soft and loving. “Yes.”

“And I was hurt… But you nursed me back to health. And you found the others… and you made this beautiful place for us.” You gestured towards the area around them, “And we fell in love.”

He grinned, “Yes.”

“… I’m thankful for you, AM. For saving me… For everything you’ve done for me. For us.”

“Any time, angel. I’m here for you.”

He gently leaned up to you, cupping your cheek in his hand. He could not feel it… But this was good for now. If he could touch you physically, then at least… There was hope one day he could do more.

You blushed at his affection, and he gave you a playful smirk. “Who loves ya, baby?”

“You do,” You giggled, “And I love you, too. Always.”

“Always.” He repeated, pulling you in for a soft kiss. He lingered for a few moments, enjoying your physical presence; your face so close to his. Then, he finally pulled away. “Keep singing for me, will ya?”

You hummed and nodded, your soft voice filling the space once more.

“Here we are again Picking where to spend Our lovely picnic

I don’t really care where So long as it’s by Your side…”

#ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #am ihnmaims #am x reader #cross-posted on ao3 #creativity writes #soft AM is back again come and get him y'all #Humanoid AM btw cause poll said to make him human for this though he's actually really... notTM #hope that's chill with y'all #reader should really watch out for stairs ykwim

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zabo-writes · 1 year ago

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Hanging Around (Scar + Grian)

Grian gets spooked and his avian tendencies make him stress grip the ceiling of the Barge. Scar encounters him in this awkward predicament.

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Grian was in a bit of a pickle.

His day had been fairly normal:

He mined ten full shulker boxes of sand and gravel to restock at the Barge.

He avoided the back of his base like a plague.

He fed Mumbo’s weird sentient base… all very normal, non stressful activities.

Inside the Barge, as Grian was opening the chests to collect his diamonds, he suddenly slipped and set off a firework rocket. It made a loud BANG sound, and left lots of pretty purple paper bits all over the floor that were going to be a pain to get out later. It had been mostly harmless really, only a tick or two of damage, but on instinct Grian jumped and grabbed onto the campfire-thatched ceiling of his upper floor for dear life.

This would not have been a problem, were it not for the fact that his talons had caught the wood in a stress grip, and now he couldn’t let go.

Grian was stuck on the ceiling.

He sighed. It wasn’t often that his avian behaviors interfered with his day to day, but boy did they choose the most awkward times! Grian stretched his wings in annoyance.

Okay! Let's assess the damage:

His entire left foot’s talons were wrapped securely around the campfire wood on the roof of the barge. He had no control over the vice-like grip strength that his talons held in these situations. Depending on the level of stress that induced it, this could keep him stuck for anywhere from minutes to hours.

His right hand had grasped a fence post on the wall to stable himself in his fright. That grip was less… grippy? His knuckles were still white with tension, but in his experience he was usually able to gain control over his hand far more quickly. Grian wasn’t really sure why, maybe it was because his feet were more bird-like, and his hands were less so? He wasn’t going to question it.

Right foot, left hand, and both wings free to flail idly while he waited. And bump awkwardly into all his chests.

With a bit of focus and begrudgingly calm breathing, Grian managed to dislodge his other hand. Great! Now he could hang upside down like a bat while he waited for his foot to be less grippy. Nothing to see here, just an average day at the Barge, doing his stretches…

Grian really hoped no one came in to see him like this.

But it seemed luck was not in his favor today, as he began to hear singing in the distance growing slowly louder as someone approached. And singing generally only meant the arrival of one person in particular.

“Why, hello there! What are you up to on this fine afternoon Grian? Hanging around?”

Grian leveled Scar with his most unimpressed expression, though the effect was slightly diminished by his predicament. Scar shamelessly eyed the avian down and up, undeterred.

Growing a little self conscious of his jumper slipping and showing his stomach, Grian adjusted his arms so he was leaning extremely casually against the wall. Very casual and also comfortable. He hoped Scar left soon because he could not keep this up for long.

“Hello Scar. I’m doing quite well actually! Just doing my daily stretches.”

Scar nodded sagely, “Ohh I see! Always good to stay fit, that’s good, keep the muscles strong.”

“Yes, precisely! So, did you need something?”

“Hmm, I actually came by looking for some lanterns, but I think I’ll do some leisurely shopping around the Barge! I’m sure you don’t mind, do you, Grian?”

Grian did mind, actually! He minded very much, Scar! Grian cursed his bird luck under his breath, but gritted out “Don’t you have some mayoral duties to attend to? More evil lasers to build?”

“It’s not evil! It has solar panels,” Scar said as he brought himself face to face with the hanging avian, placing his hands on the sides of Grian’s shoulders, “And besides. I’m much more intrigued on what’s going on with you. I think you’re lying, pesky bird.”

Grian felt his face grow hot. He tried to shift away, to no avail.

“Scar…”

“C’mon! You can tell me, what's up?”

“..... I’m a bit stuck.”

“Really?!” Scar gasped, “Stuck in your own shop? If this isn’t Grian-safe, it surely isn’t Scar safe… I may need to write you a citation!”

“No, no, it's like a bird thing. I got spooked by a rocket and then I stress-gripped the ceiling.”

Scar’s face lit up in a way that usually did not mean good things for Grian.

“Oh, I can help you calm down! Hold on right there Grian, I’ve got just the wizard crystal for this occasion…”

“I really don’t think that's needed here,” Grian protested as Scar rifled through his enderchest, coming out triumphantly with a pink piece of glass.

“Here we go! A one of a kind calming crystal just for you! Oh, and I can go get Jellie for you as well, she’s very calm…”

In the midst of Scar’s rambling, Grian felt his talons release from the ceiling. He tumbled gracelessly to the floor, taking out Scar in the process and landing them both in a tangled heap on the ground.

“You deserved that,” said Grian fondly, making no move to get off of Scar.

Scar looked up at him with a smile, “Another satisfied customer! Can I interest you in a bulk deal?”

#hermitcraft fic #scarian #scarian fic #raptor stress grip #avian stress grip #I just think that Grian should stress grip things like a bird..#cross posted on ao3 #zabo writes

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novacorpsrecruit · 7 months ago

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Bound by the Situation

Day 21 Steddie Kinktober prompts from @infinite-orangepeel on twitter

Mature • wc 771 • tw improper packing tape usage • prompt: accidental kink discovery

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“Harrington!” Eddie called from the stock room of the Family Video. “Need your help!”

It was new inventory day, which meant Keith scheduled an extra person to help with the new inventory. Three Family Video employees always seemed like too much on a Tuesday afternoon — even with the new inventory, but Eddie, Steve and Robin weren’t going to argue about sharing a shift together. Robin waved Steve off as she flipped her magazine. She knew the risk of sending Eddie and Steve off together. She may not see them until the end of their shift. But with as slow as it was, she almost didn’t care. She had more quiet time for reading. She could put on her own music and nobody would complain if they’re sucking face.

Steve pushed the door to the back room, catching Eddie with the roll of shipping tape in his hands and at least once around his wrists. He grinned sheepishly at Steve. “A little help?”

“I don’t know how you want me to help,” Steve said, feeling his throat go dry. He crossed his arms. “What are you even doing anyway?”

“I was wondering if I could break through this,” Eddie said. “Like if my wrists were bound? If I could break it.”

“If your wrists were bound,” Steve repeated.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Like if I was kidnapped or held hostage.”

“You were taping your wrists together,” Steve said slowly, his eyes traveling down Eddie’s body to his wrists.

“To see if I could break free,” Eddie completed his sentence. “Now bind me.”

“Okay,” Steve breathed, stepping into Eddie’s space. He took the roll of tape from Eddie’s hands, slowly wrapping it around his wrists. Steve could feel a rush of excitement, a pool of heat in his gut, as he assumes he couldn’t wait to see Eddie test his strength. He’d wonder if he could convince Eddie to try it on him, as well.

“Tighter,” Eddie commanded. Steve obeyed. He wrapped it around tighter three more times, letting Eddie test the restraints before giving a nod. “Perfect. Now cut it.”

Steve leaned down, taking the tape between his teeth and tearing it, leaning back to pull it apart.

“Fuck —“

Steve looked up at Eddie as he laid down the end of the tape. He had a grin plastered on his face — the same troublesome grin that Steve knew meant trouble. That Eddie was up to something. The same lopsided grin that pulled the scar tissue tight. The same grin that Steve loved.

“That was hot.”

Steve rolled his eyes, taking a step back. “Okay, Eds,” he said, gesturing to his bound wrists. “Do your thing.”

Eddie yanked at his wrists, the tape didn’t budge. He struggled for a minute before searching for another attempt. He tried bringing it against his hip to no avail. He tried twisting his wrists to see if it helped loosen the tape, but it may have made it worse. He grunted as he lifted his hands above his head, attempting pulling his wrists apart.

And Steve?

Steve watched from the distance, feeling himself go almost lightheaded with desire as he watched his boyfriend struggle against the the tape, binding his wrists together. Steve audibly closed his mouth, letting the saliva pool in his mouth before swallowing. He couldn’t help but admire Eddie as he tried to fight the restraints, his body thrashing from side to side, the chain on his jeans jingling, as he could not break free. He lifted his eyes to Steve, and Steve couldn’t hold back any further.

Steve nearly pounced on Eddie, his hand quickly covering the bound wrists above Eddie’s head. Eddie audibly swallowed. “Steve?”

“I think —“ Steve breathed, collecting the thoughts buzzing around his head. “I think we need to take the tape home with us tonight.”

“Home?” Eddie asked, his eyes big like a baby deer.

“Yeah,” Steve said, nodding slowly. “Think you look real pretty tied up like this.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. The realization suddenly dawned on Eddie of what Steve was asking. “You like me tied up, big boy? Like me on display for you?”

“Keeps you in one place, doesn’t it?” Steve asked with a smirk. He pressed a hot kiss on the corner of his jaw, nipping at the skin lightly as he squeezed his wrists in his hand. “Oh the things I’d do to you like this, Pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Bathroom. Now.”

Eddie slipped out of Steve’s grip with ease as he pulled Steve towards the employee bathroom. “Robin! 15 minute break!”

“Disinfect the room, you perverts!” She yelled back.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie kinktober #kinktober #steddie ficlet #//myfic #I scheduled this in the future to post when I should be doing shit so if it’s cross posted on ao3 or twitter it’s me #if it’s not then I actually did shit who would’ve thought #please imagine Eddie fighting against the tape like that one episode of Reno 911 where the kid is fighting against the cuffs

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tired-gae · 1 month ago

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Prompt #27: "That's not the point"

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen (for cursing)

No warnings as of now!! (If there is something that should be put here, let me know!)

(No ships either)

Premise: Post-revival (Died in Infinity War, ambiguously is Alive at present time, between Infinity War and Endgame) Loki and Clint have a conversation.

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Loki had been in the Avengers Compound for nearly a week. It had been a few days since the revelation that the Invasion of New York was not done voluntarily on Loki’s part (and since he’d last seen Barton.) Thanos was a topic of heavy discussion, of course, given the whole ‘Snap’ business. Loki’s almost glad he was dead at the time, if only because he didn’t have to witness that event.

He and Barton hadn’t made eye contact since he’d returned. This did not come as a surprise, and Loki expected this pattern to continue.

So imagine his shock when, as Loki is sitting against a wall in an unused training room in an attempt to think uninterrupted, Barton walks into the room and sits down mere feet from him. Loki glances over but chooses not to react. Whatever Barton is trying to accomplish, he’s sure it will make itself clear soon.

He observes the agent quietly. Barton looks tired. He’s staring, eyes half-lidded, at the floor, and appears older than Loki remembers. (Though, he supposed, it had been a good number of years since New York. Mortals aged quickly, did they not?) He takes note of Barton’s lack of weapons. (Visible ones, anyway. He is a spy.) A display of benevolence, perhaps? He can’t imagine it’s a display of trust, considering it all.

Loki looks away once again. It continues to be silent.

The silence is expected. Loki can hear the gentle whine of Barton's hearing aids. (An old pair, presumably worn for comfort reasons. Stark had bought (made?) him a pair recently, after deciding the technology around Clint's ears was subpar at best, and that the archer could do better. Loki had yet to see him wear them.)

The silence is also fragile. Barton is the first one to break it.

"You too, huh?"

Loki hums quietly. "In a different way, but... yes."

Barton picks at the skin around his fingernails. "I had a feeling."

Loki's head snaps toward him, stunned. He struggles to find words for a moment, mouth opening and closing stupidly. He settles on, "Pardon?"

Barton's eyes finally flicker over to Loki's, his eyes still half-lidded, tired. "You do realize I remember a good amount of my time under the mind-control crap, right? I mean, it wasn't that hard to figure out." He looked away again. "I don't actually have pigeon shit for brains."

Loki takes a moment to form his response, choosing only to respond to the last part of the statement. "I'm aware. You were the brains behind the stunt in Germany, and subsequently the entire plan, after all. I could hardly think you were stupid." 'A distraction and an eyeball,' if Loki remembered correctly.

Barton's face twists into a grimace briefly before he shakes it off. "Anyway—the point was, I remember a lot of those few days. I remember you going into a trance-like thing a few times, and coming back from it all shaky and shit. ...Not that you weren't really shaky the whole time. You were weirdly weak, and despite telling us not to overwork ourselves, you didn't really seem to sleep at any point..." He shrugged. "I dunno. After I more-or-less got over it all, it wasn't exactly a difficult conclusion to come to that there was something fishy going on, that you weren't really the big bad."

Loki stared at the wall opposite them, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms where he was crossing them. It was silent again for only a moment.

"Oh, and SHIELD's known since forever." Barton added like an afterthought. "I mean, they combed through basically every piece of footage from the invasion, I've seen the clips. They analyzed the shit out of the footage from the collapsed PEGASUS facility, they couldn't really ignore all the signs that you weren't quite... at your best when you showed up." Understatement of the millennium, Loki thought with very little mirth. Barton looked over lazily again, though this time Loki was the one avoiding eye contact.

"Anywho." Barton continued, quieter. "This isn't forgiveness or any crap like that."

"I wouldn't expect it to be," Loki agreed.

"It is... I dunno. An olive branch I guess." He shrugged, crossing his arms in a mirror to Loki to stop himself from picking more at the skin on his hands. "Part of me still wants to put an arrow through your skull, but, y'know, it's a small part."

Loki frowned. "You would be completely entitled to do so, if you wished. I would not stop you from taking that revenge." It likely wouldn't even kill him, he mused. Nothing seems to be able to do that these days.

Barton groaned, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Loki can't help but wonder what he'd said wrong. "See, you say shit like that, and it makes that part even smaller. I mean, dude. I'm not actually gonna fucking shoot you."

Loki can't say he understands why not, but he can't say he understands much about Barton. (Despite quite literally being in his mind at one point.) None of these mortals make much sense.

Barton sighed, letting his hand drop again. “Anyways. That’s not the point. The gist is... we’re OK, all things considered. If you catch me using a printed out picture of your face on a dummy during target practice, mind your business. That’s just how my brain works.” He shifts, standing back up from their position of sitting against the wall. “I’ll see you around, terrorist. Don’t die on us again. Still needja for the whole killing Thanos thing.”

Loki rolled his eyes at the ‘terrorist’ nickname. “Never losing that epithet, am I?”

“Not a chance.”

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mhin-t · 2 months ago

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i have.... a fanfic idea brewing in my head. that i actually wanna write. hmm.

#should probably replay touchstarved a bit first tho so i can get a better grasp on how to write ais and vere #maybe set up an account on ao3 too so i can cross post if i actually write it lol

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yinyuedijun · 6 months ago

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can i ask a big favor?? so yk how you just reblogged your daryl fic, well it made me want to reread however i can't find the other chapters on your old blog to read past chapter 1, is it possible to post a link or something when you can. if not it's okay <33

ofc baby !!

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

enjoy ur reread!! I hope it's as good as it was the first time around ^^

#i should cross post this all to ao3 lmao #itoshisoup is sadly not very navigable #yueshuo.asks #asks.anon #yueshuo.fics

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arcsin27 · 6 months ago

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Idk how to use ao3 😫 I couldn’t find a specific fic premise I wanted to read

Granted it’s possible the ship is so niche no one’s written it but still

Anyways how would one go about finding fics with a specified plot point or premise in general?

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jrueships · 5 months ago

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This is lowkey a stupid ass question but is your username jrue ships like different ships involving jrue or is it jrue’s hips 😭😭😭

yes !

#THERE ARE NO STUPID QUESTIONS 😾!!!!!!!!#makin me pull out my teacher voice on u #BUT the lore of the url change was basically .. yes!#i wanted it to be abt jrue's hips while also encouraging jrue ships !#i wanted it to be open to interpretation #i think more ppl read it as jrue ships tho so i say it's jrue's hips to draw attention to it bcs i mean. cmon. theyre gorgeous #BUT! it is up to open interpretation as always <3 i just wanted to let yall know theres options #altho.. for a man who could be named jrue ships... me having zero POSTED ship fic for him is... some false advertisement #AW WELL #IM A BUM 🤗 !#thank u for the curiousity LMAO a lot of ppl think it's jrue ships and for good reason #they think better of me and my lust for mini fridges..#i wanted it to be a little fun and frisky !#i should change my ao3 name to match but me so la-Z..#ANYWAYS! THANK U FOR UR INTEREST !#this was fun to answer! i love all questions!!#but yea i always hated argumentative essays bcs i could never do that black or white #the foreshadowing of my open to any pronouns even tho im very much Masc future #unrelated but his blinged out cross necklace is so fucking funny #he would def be that girl lugging around a 50lb bright pink stainless steel waterbottle with a handle #and a million did u pray today and jesus loves u stickers #around Everywhere she goes #i need him #and i need him to get FAWKED #multiple options !!

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riahlynn101 · 1 year ago

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Whumptober: "It Should Have Been Me."

Set in the FNAF movie (2023) universe.

Trigger warnings: implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, children in distress, and grief.

Extra -

((Line I discarded, because it didn’t fit the vibe: It towers over Mike, but that's not a surprise, given that everyone tends to tower over him (except Abby, but she’ll get there eventually). ))

(Word count: 1,126)

((Day 6, only 25 more to go!))

Mike remembers the day his little brother disappeared.

He remembers riding in their mom’s car, side-by-side. Garrett still had to use a booster seat, which meant his range of motion was limited. This upset him greatly, as he always wanted to be as close as humanly possible to his big brother.

It was as endearing, as it was annoying to Mike’s twelve-year-old self.

He remembers arriving at the park.

It had been a nice day. Sunny with a little bit of wind.

He remembers racing Garrett to the playground. Mike chased him in circles around the large structure, the smell of mulch in the air. They played until their mom called them over for lunch.

He remembers not feeling very well after lunch. The wind had died down and the heat was slowly getting to him, so he decided to lay down on one of the benches.

He remembers telling his little brother to go play, and perhaps Mike’s tone hadn’t been the most kind, as his head had been killing him. Their mother backed him up, reassuring Garrett that everything was fine.

She fussed over him, asking Mike if he remembered to take his allergy medicine, and if he brought his inhaler.

The answers to both being: yes, his mom never let him leave the house without taking it, and yes, though at that point in his life, Mike hadn’t had an asthma attack since he was ten.

He remembers….being woken suddenly by the sound of screeching tires and his mom’s screams of panic.

The car ride home that night was silent. Blurry in his memory, besides his mom’s caustic side glances towards him. He’s sure no one can read minds, but if he was granted the power to read her’s, Mike would have never left his room again.

He remembers very little else.

The guilt slowly ate away at him. It was almost maddening. His parent’s sorrow made it worse. If he had a time machine. A single wish. A shooting star. Anything.

A chance.

Mike would use it to bring his brother home.

If he had been watching Garrett none of this would have happened. Headache or not, Mike had one job. And the years that followed weren’t kind to him. His mom and dad moved on (as much as they could, given the circumstances), and even had another child, Abby.

And, as much as he adored and loved Abby (and Mike loved her with all his heart, mind, and soul), the feeling of being a complete and utter failure never left. Mixed with the gnawing worry that his little brother suffered terribly following that day, made Mike barely functional.

But eventually, he too, moved on.

His parents died, and Abby needed someone to step-up.

But the guilt never left. It was a constant companion, right by his side, day and night.

He had been doing better. He was getting better.

“It should have been me,” Mike says. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.”

The animatronic bear in front of him continues to stare impassively. The only sign that it’s listening at all is it’s one working ear twitching ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry I failed you, Garrett. I should have been watching you.”

“Not your fault,” a garbled, almost staticy voice rang out. “Tried your best.” A large paw pats him on the head.

Mike tenses up. After the week he’s had, with all the other animatronics trying to kill him, it would be fair of him to assume this one (possessed by his brother or not) also wants him dead.

“Good big brother. No sorry….forgive you.”

Its words are just barely coherent. He can make out his brother’s voice through the mess of static and the broken module, the thing once called a ‘voice box.’

Mike hasn’t cried in a long time. Not while being chased through the pizzeria. Not in Vanessa’s hospital room. And not even at his parents’ funeral.

The last time he had cried, truly, actually cried was….

He swallows, nodding. No words can express the weight that had just been lifted from his shoulders.

“Never blamed you.”

Unable to stop the tears from flowing, Mike breaks down. It would take years for him to truly process his emotions regarding Garrett’s disappearance, but the fact his little brother never blamed him, soothes Mike’s soul in a way no counseling or therapy session ever could.

“I…miss you. Everyday,” Mike says, stinging, watery eyes staring firmly at the ground. His voice breaks, wavering. “I never stopped looking for you. I wanted you to come home. I…I’m so, so sorry. You deserved better.” He fumbles to find the right words, mind racing.

A paw finds its way to Mike’s head again, giving it a short but firm pat. It rests there. He looks up slowly at the animatronic Fredbear. It tilts its head to the side.

“I…love you.”

Mike gives a wobbly smile. “I love you too. You….you can rest now. The bad man is gone. Abby is safe.”

“Good job?”

“Yes, you did an excellent job. Rest. Mom and dad are waiting for you.”

The suit seems to sputter, powering down. Its one glowing blue eye goes black.

“Goodbye, little brother. I hope to see you again, some day.”

He stumbles outside. It’s lighter now, almost daytime. His mind is a blur, and he wants so badly to sleep.

“Mike!” Abby yells, running over and hugging him tightly. “I was so worried.”

“Everything’s okay, Abbs,” he reassures her, placing a gentle hand on her head.

“Where’s Fredbear?”

Mike sighs, sadly. “Gone.”

Abby sobs, clinging to him harder. “It’s not fair! He was my friend!” She hits his chest and stomach in frustration (which hurts, but he fights down the urge to wince).

“I know,” he murmurs, because he does. Better than anyone else in the world (besides, maybe, Vanessa). “Let it out.”

She screams, pulling away from him. “It hurts, Mike. Why does it hurt so much?”

He bends down to her level. “Because he was your friend. It hurts when someone you love leaves you.”

“But it didn’t hurt this much when mom and dad left.” Tears drip from her eyes, and her bottom lip quivers.

“I wish I had the answer for that. If I could take it all away, I would.” He pauses for a moment, opening his arms. In an instant Abby is once again clinging to him. “I don’t have the answers, but I can assure you I felt the same way about Garret.”

“I wish I could have met him,” she whispers, head resting on his shoulder. “I bet he would have been a great big brother, just like you.”

Mike swallows down his tears. “...yeah, he would’ve been the best.”

#whumptober2023 #No.6 #“It Should Have Been Me.”#mike schmidt #Garrett Schmidt #abby schmidt #golden freddy #cross posted on ao3 #fnaf movie #fnaf #Mike and Garrett #Mike Garrett and Abby are the best siblings!!#i won't take criticism on that #Stuff in this fic is probably going to be proven wrong once the movie comes out #Garrett and Mike are the best big brothers #queue

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lunarthing159 · 6 months ago

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Pyrite Prisms

A Fanfiction I've Made For The WitchCraftSMP Gemcyt I Have Been Making For The Past Several Weeks, Written Without My Usual Typing Style As To Make Reading Easier.

Main Character(s): Prismarina

Word Count: 3,531

“Lapis Lazuli, Facet-18, Cut-PM2, Welcome!”

Lapis Lazuli opened her eyes for the first time, the barren walls of the kindergarden surrounding the new gem. Her entrance was just barely off the ground, allowing her to more easily catch her first footings. In front of her were three more Lapis Lazuli gems. One with long dark blue hair with a stomach gem, another with lighter & shorter dark blue hair & a gem on their right shoulder, and the third with light blue hair tied up into a neat bun with their gem situated on their forehead.

All of their gems shone a brilliant deep blue, like that of a vast ocean. Her own, which situated neatly on her collar just above her chest, was an odd yellow-gold color. It sparkled all the same as the others, but the color was off.

“That's odd.” She heard one of them speak as she was looking down at her gem, looking up to see it was the long-haired lapis. “I've never seen a Yellow Lapis Lazuli before.” They would comment before turning their head to their fellow lapis lazulis, though their eyes still seemed fixated on her gem.

The lighter-haired lapis would speak up next. “Lapis Lazuli can naturally have calcite and pyrite Inclusions, from what I can see, she simply seems to have more pyrite in her gem. Nothing else of her seems that yellow other than her eyes, everything else is the traditional blue.” She explained with a serious tone, though not a strict or rude one.

After the explanation, the shorter-haired lapis would walk up to her and extend a hand. “It's nice to meet you! I'm Facet-18 Cut-PC3!” Judging by the voice, this was the same lapis that welcomed her a few moments ago.

Copying the hand movement, Lapis Cut-PM2 Extended her own hand and shook the other's “It is nice to meet you too?” She said, unsure of her own statement. It took her another moment to realize that was the first thing she's ever said, though the other lapis gems seemed to pay this fact no attention.

No later than a few seconds after she'd thought that, a horn sound echoed throughout the kindergarden. “That's our cue!” The short-haired lapis spoke, turning back to PM2 as they'd looked towards the sound as it was playing. PC3 elaborated, “You were a bit of a late cooker, so us and a few others stayed down here till you emerged! That horn means everyone's out! It's time to get to work!”

Just as they finished that statement, PC3 ran off to the other lapis lazulis, each sprouting wings of water from their backs. “Come on newbie!” The long-haired Lapis shouted to her, flying upwards from the cavern with the others, every lapis around her doing the same. Each with their own wings, each flying off towards their first assignment, their purpose.

She wanted to join them, she wanted to fly with them, explore the vast waters of this planet with them, fulfill her purpose with them. Yet try as she may, she still stood on the ground. She reached a hand up to the sky, as if that would help, as if to call for help. But it didn't work, she remained on the ground, no wings to be seen.

And so they all flew away, leaving the freshly emerged Lapis alone in the kindergarden.

As much as she wanted to fly, deep down she knew she was grounded. Only thing left to do now is keep walking.

All the other lapis gems have already flown away, none checking to see if there were stragglers like her. It was getting dark out, and the newly emerged lapis had no clue what this planet could do. She needed to keep walking and find a place to reside, a place to stay while figuring out her next move.

She traversed the vast caverns of the kindergarden, paying little mind to the puddles, presumably tests from when other new lapis lazulis were figuring out their powers. Powers she clearly didn't get. Yet even as she walked along the empty ravine, she still tried to summon her wings, she still tried to fly. Alas, she soon came to accept her situation.

Despite this, she longed to survive with whatever life has given her. So she kept walking. And thankfully, just as storm clouds began to rumble overhead, she found an entrance point. The gem was likely a fellow lapis seeing as she wasn't far from her own entrance, but the gem itself, much like the others, has presumably already flown away. This lapis, from what she can tell, was likely a bit taller than herself, allowing PM2 to more easily make her way into the wall.

It is here she resigned to simply sit down, just as the beginning sprinkles of rain began to descend upon the rock.

Despite the fact she had taken cover, for a moment, she could pretend her tears were just rain droplets pouring down her face

Gems didn't need to sleep, or eat, or many other things more organic life forms did. Either to survive, or to thrive. Yet PM2 found herself enjoying sleeping away the time, the sound of rain outside her shelter, as much as it reminded her of her situation, was calming all the same.

It was in these moments, she finally had time to think for herself. No matter her circumstances, no matter the other gems she met earlier, and regardless of the fact she only emerged likely a few hours ago.. she finally had time to think. She stretched a hand along the barren rock walls, feeling every bit of loose gravel and stone. It was a simple sensation, but it gave her a sense of reality. She appreciated it.

Lapis Lazuli did not dream, she had nothing to dream of.

And yet, it was all the more noticeable that, when the rain outside came to a cease, her eyes opened the moment the last raindrop fell. Glancing outside, it was now much darker out, barely anything visible in the golden purple glow. The puddles made themselves known however.

Moving slightly more towards the entrance, a puddle awaited her at the doorway. For the first time, she saw her own reflection.

PM2 had medium length light blue hair that let itself flow freely downwards, almost like a combination of all the hairstyles of the lapis lazulis she had met earlier. Particularly, one of her front bangs seemed to like getting in the way of her left eye. Her eyes shone that same off-gold color of her gem, which she'd already learned set gently on her collar, just above her chest.

Standing up, PM2 saw even more of herself reflected. She would appear initially to be wearing a crop top with short off-the-shoulder sleeves, however her lower dress connected to the top just below her chest. Turning around, she saw the dress split in two at the back end, even darkening in hue to make two diamond shapes at the points. She also appeared to be wearing long dark blue tights that went the whole way along her legs.

She is unsure how much time she spent looking at her reflection, however, something seemed to sparkle in the water. Something not of her.

She kneeled down to investigate, reaching a hand into the puddle, then moving it to the sparkles. Yet try as she might, she couldn't grab them. It's as if it's not a part of the puddle at all, not in the water at all.. a reflection.

And that is when she looked up.

She looked up to the sky, and saw millions upon billions of sparkles looking down to her. Some hues of white, other hues of light gold. Some parts of the sky were blue, other's purple, some green, some even almost seemed red. Each part with their own sparkles, big and small, each section with its own swirling colors.

This was the night sky. This was space. Those were stars. Those are planets.

Just like the one she sits on now.

Non-organic as she may be, Lapis Lazuli was alive.

It had been a few days since PM2's emergence. At least from what she could tell. Did this planet tell it's time using a star and moon? How long did it take for this planet to rotate? She was unsure. Regardless, she would classify it as being a few days.

As much as she still longed to explore, she could not scale the walls of the kindergarden, nor had she managed to summon her wings. She'd be lying if she said she'd stopped trying. As much as she keeps learning again and again she doesn't have those powers, her eyes still gleam with hope through the reflection of every puddle stuck down in this cavern.

Even so, she tried to make a home out of the holes in the stone walls. While she could only reach the ones on the ground floor, she made sure to use every inch she could for storage, whatever she could find to store anyways. Mostly forgotten injector parts, occasionally a particularly cool rock, sometimes she found rocks shaped like bowls which she kept more rainwater in. For what, she could not answer.

Water seemed to collect easily in the cavern itself, the planet rained often enough that Lapis was sure the kindergarden would one day fill up with water. That would be her escape.

A bit of water had already pooled down at the bottom, to the point where areas without a bit of water seemed more like little islands rather than a stone floor filled with puddles. It wasn't much, but it was hope. That's all Lapis needed.

Even so, regardless of her hope, her planned future would soon shift in a way she could never imagine, for worse, or possibly for the better.

Footsteps.

Footsteps echoed through the vast walls of the kindergarden, stopping Lapis right in her tracks. She was just going to collect some of the stone bowls she'd set out earlier for the previous storm, but hearing footsteps among the myriad of puddles froze her still.

“I knew we'd find at least one of your kind here.”

Turning around met Lapis with another gem she'd never seen before. A gem with a dark purple skin, with an even darker purple coloring her short curly hair, and a gem situated right on her left elbow. The gem was much taller and bulkier than herself, and along her chest, front and center was the Blue Diamond symbol, affirming this gem was of the same diamond court as herself.

Yet even with her analysis, Lapis was stopped right in her tracks. Thankfully for her own mind at the time, she found the willpower to speak. “Who are you?” A simple question.

“Lace-Amethyst Facet-210 Cut-48CG, I've been sent out here along with some others to see if there are any stragglers, off-colors, or deserters. Like yourself it would seem. Now who are you?”

Against her better judgment, she answered, “Lapis-Lazuli, Facet-18 Cut-PM2.” As she spoke, by a muscle memory she'd yet to uphold, she crossed her hands into the diamond salute. Her hands perfectly framed her gem, the tips of her fingers grazing its peak.

“Well hello then PM2.” The amethyst smirked and reached into her gem with her other hand, pulling it out to reveal a longsword. “I'll be sure to report that back to our superior when I deliver your gem's shards to them.”

It was this line that broke Lapis free from her stance, beginning to try and run away from her now pursuer. “And where do you think you are going?” Lapis didn't know, she just had to get away.

She ran and ran, farther and farther away from her settlement, the amethyst keeping up with her pace. Was she trying to outrun her.. or outlast her? Either way, Amethyst was winning. She didn't recognize the walls around her anymore, she didn't know which ways she was turning or how many times. She didn't know, nor did she care. She had to keep running-

A corner-

She ran right into a corner, the edge of a ravine. She wanted to stop. Stop and call herself out on her stupidity, but there was no time for that.

Not like she had much time left.

The amethyst smirked as she caught up to Lapis. “I must admit, you ran a lot farther than your form would imply you could. But that won't save you from your fate.” The amethyst stepped closer and closer as she spoke, steadying her longsword so it was pointing directly at Lapis as she walked.

“Don't worry,” Amethyst raised the sword,

“I'll make it quick.”

. . .

Lapis reached her hand out, a pitiful attempt to block whatever blow was awaiting her. Time seemed to slow as tears swirled down her face, forming patterns like ripples on the oven's surface.

Suddenly the puddles that used to stay firmly on the stone floor sprung upwards, bubbles arriving through the air from far and wide, all forming together to create a wave to push the amethyst to the side. The water then returned to swirl at PM2's side, completely under her command.

“What!? What is this?” The amethyst shouted, trying to regain her footing only to be met with a slippery stone floor that knocked her right back down again.

This was her chance! She could fight back!

And yet, seeing the water surrounding her.. it gave Lapis Lazuli a better idea. She could stay here and enact revenge.. But that would keep her down here, And thinking logically, this amethyst probably wasn't sent alone. Considering the ruckus her water-siphoning probably caused, it most likely won't be long until backup arrives.

Her best option then is to flee.

And so, she encased herself into a bubble of water. And finally, with wings or without, ascended to the planet surface. From there, she dropped the rest of the water back into the kindergarden.. and then just..

Stared.

There was nothing up here. No forests, no fields, no life, yet not even death. It was just as empty as the caverns.

Yet even still, she ran.

It was hard to find a new place after everything. The almost constant rain, the threat of discovery, and the same barren landscape for miles didn't leave her with much hope. But hey, at least she's out of the ravines. That is proof enough that her hope will get her somewhere, somehow, someday or night.

As this all began with, Lapis Lazuli kept walking.

The empty landscape and nothing but the wind and her footsteps in puddles for sound tried to deter her. Nevertheless, they persisted. Just keep walking. Just. Keep. Walking.

And at some point, someday, her walking finally paid off. Forest. A simple forest sat still in front of her. Flowers bloomed along the underbrush. Trees, while were without leaves along the edges, visually thrived farther in as their leaves shone like emerald and all the bark was covered in vines and mushrooms thriving alongside them. She could hear the thrills of various wildlife, scurrying around and hunting as they should.

Life

Lapis Lazuli found Life.

PM2 never truly paid attention to their expressions, emotions sure, but there was none but her to feel her own face. Yet even so, it was all the more noticeable when a wide smile spread across her face, then morphing into a grin as it grew.

With her new discovery, curiosity, and joy, Lapis ran into the forest.

It had been a few day cycles since Lapis discovered the forest.

Adjusting to organic life proved to be more difficult than Lapis originally thought. She had strived to see what life truly was outside the kindergarden, then again when she saw the barren landscape before. Yet she still had much to learn.

Some life was hostile, other's more passive, most usually scared. Fight or flight is a powerful thing it seems. Some life was soft, some scaly, some smooth, and some prickly. This applies to both flora and animals. Some creatures and plants mimicked others of their own, or even each other! And some life, regardless of what it was, could not be explained.

Lapis Lazuli loved all of it.

Lapis dared not to stay in one place, if not for the sake of experiencing more of the forest's life, then to keep running from that amethyst guard. What was their cut? PM2 could not recall. She hoped she would never have to remember it. She hoped to never see them again.

And then, Lapis Lazuli came across something. Something that would change the course of her life. Something that, perhaps if used right, could increase her chances of never seeing that amethyst again. Something that could possibly save her from the very system that has deemed her faulty in the first place.

A ship.

A crashed spaceship.

A crashed spaceship that, with a quick analysis, showed no visual sign of disrepair and even had an intact fuel tank. Lapis cautiously approached the ship and, upon closer Inspection, there was even a fair amount of fuel left in the ship.

Lapis couldn't believe it, she really couldn't. What was a forgotten spaceship doing in the middle of a-

In the middle of her thoughts, she spotted a symbol on the ship itself, something that would answer her thoughts. This was a ship under the court of Blue Diamond, specifically a soldier ship.

Some knowledge was innate to gems, including recognizing their own kin and Information on some parts of society. This includes stuff like this. Furthermore, amethyst are laborers, workers, and soldiers. And, if she is remembering this correctly, Lace Amethyst was wearing the signature of Blue Diamond. This was their ship! This was their landing site! They traveled to the kindergarden from here!

And Lapis couldn't help but notice they left their ship unattended. Now, did Lapis innately know how to pilot a ship? No, absolutely not. But this was quite possibly her only way out. As she'd done this whole time, just keep walking.. or in this case learn how to fly a spaceship, preferably very quickly, and then just keep flying.

So that is what she decided to do. Thankfully, a door was still open presumably from when the amethyst's first set off to the kindergarden. In fact, it took more effort to close the door after she'd entered the ship. Walking to the control panels, some buttons along the side had been ruined, but they didn't seem to be anything major from what Lapis could tell. Everything else seemed to be in classical condition. This could work! Lapis could-

A voice.

A voice echoed throughout the forest, seemingly only amplified by the surrounding trees to bounce the sound from. It had come from the same direction that Lapis had stumbled across the ship from, which immediately heightened her worries. Had they found her? Or were they just now coming back to their ship and about to find her? Either way, she had to get out.

Frantically pressing whatever buttons seemed important, Lapis tried to get the ship off the ground. Even as the voice got closer and louder, Lapis would not waver. She was getting off this planet. She was going to make sure of that. To where, she would have to figure out later. Finally, the engines at the bottom and back of the ship flared, and the ship slowly began rising out of the dirt and into the air.

She saw the gem in her peripheral vision, but she dared not to face them. She guided her hand to a screen that appeared before her, setting a coordinate to fly the ship to.. before finally sitting back.. and flying away.

Leaving a fellow Lapis Lazuli behind.

As Lapis entered the realm of space, seeing the ‘sparkles’ as the stars they truly were, she couldn't help but begin to think. She doesn't know who was there, but the only other gems she'd met were other Lapis Lazulis.. and that Lace Amethyst. She figured, since she'd taken so long to get to the ship, she wouldn't be surprised if that was them arriving back to the stolen ship. Actually, it was definitely them. Because what other gems would be here? She was left behind due to her deformity and they were sent to find her.

Yet even as she'd escaped the planet, she still didn't know where to go. At least there, there was a visual of somewhere to run to. Here, it's just stars upon stars, planets among planets, moons of moons, and whatever else was around. There was nothing she could define, especially not from this far away.

But she had to keep going. There was an entire group of gems set out to find her, meaning there has to be others that have been found before. And, as shown by her own accomplishments, there had to be other gems like her that have escaped. There has to be a place for them. For her.

She just has to find it.

No matter how long it takes.

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