#and the only fanfic i found in my own that talk about Killer's stages he was a fucking rapist

[qin-qin16]

I can't stand fanfics where Killer only thinks about sex, for the love of god I can't stand it anymore... since i read and discovered more about Killer's canon i saw how distorted he became and like, ok, you could have write/draw him less traumatic, but make him an addicted to sex??? WHY???

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I have been trying to see if any FNAF writers would do this request, since I am having trouble coming up for ideas with my own fanfic that has a similar premise (with a twist). It surprises me that nobody seems to have written this prompt yet from what I’ve seen. It seems like such an obvious idea…

Anyway, here goes nothing: Reader in one way or another ends up getting stuffed in a suit. This can be adjusted to fit almost any scenario, but for the sake of specifics lets say this reader is a FNAF1 night guard who gets got. What’s the aftermath? How does the reader react to this new body? How do the animatronics welcome the reader to their gang? Would the reader participate in scaring/killing with the others, or would they be opposed to it?

Cold.

Hollow.

Empty.

Pain.

That’s all you could feel as you opened your eyes, finding them straining to actually do so. As you rasped for air, you could sense something metal clogging your windpipe. Not crushing it, but still constricting it and causing you to generate an ugly hoarse wheezing-like sound.

You raised your hands up to scratch your throat, only to feel a bulky jaw.

Wait..

Bulky jaw?

Staring down at your hands, you found yourself looking at the paws....of Freddy Fazbear himself.

Oh..that’s right. You remembered now.

They caught you on your fifth nightshift here and shoved you into one of their spare suits...just like Phone Guy warned would happen.

You didn’t actually believe a word he said, finding such actions impossible for these old animatronics to execute without breaking themselves apart. But apparently it was possible considering you were here now, stuck in a suit.

Funny enough, you couldn’t even remember which one found you first.

Did it matter, though?

You were dead.

Hearing a creak, you turned your head to see the backroom door opening up, Bonnie stumbling in. His eyes remained black as coals as his voice glitched, head jerking on occasion--much like he did on the cameras when you were alive and watching him.

Apparently whatever “revenge” they hoped to exact by killing you failed, as they still looked miserable. If not worse than before.

You recalled some newspaper clippings about someone who lured children back here, only for them to go missing...and later on the animatronics started to reek of foul odors and mucus, behaving strangely around adults.

You wondered if that was a coincidence. It would explain their unusual actions.

Maybe they thought it was you, a guard, who did it and they hoped to put you through the same kind of suffering?

You didn’t know.

Yet Bonnie looked quite guilty, offering a hand to you.

“B..Bon--!!” For a second you were surprised at your voice, sounding similar to Freddy’s, yet still recognizable as your own.

Oh boy, this was gonna take a lot of getting used to.

You took his hand anyway as he helped you stand. Although you weren’t too keen on following your killers, what else could you do? Stay here forever and mope?

Soon you were wandering the halls of the pizzeria, leaving droplets of blood along the tiled floor until you eventually reached the dining hall where Freddy, Chica, and Foxy were off their stages and talking to one another.

You couldn’t understand them but they seemed to be arguing and...

Crying?

You knew for certain that you were the subject.

As Freddy slammed his microphone against the table, knocking off a party hat, you flinched and stumbled back into a chair, nearly falling to the floor. You attempted to swear out of reflex, but the voicebox shoved into you only resulted in a horrible robotic noise to escape instead.

Of course, you were made for children now. Gone were those days of casually cursing.

Suddenly all eyes were on you, as the room fell silent and you were just awkwardly regaining your balance, feeling one of your eyes hanging out of the suit’s sockets. 

With an apologetic smile you pushed it back into place, looking back at the animatronics. “Hi..”

“Welcome,” Foxy was the first to actually speak. “This is..erm...a bit awkward but yer part of our crew now!” He grinned, waving his hook around. 

“Guess I...have no choice..” You hoarsely chuckled, though you feel like you’ve said the wrong thing as everyone frowned again. “So..is...it all true?”

Freddy nodded, his blue eyes full of anguish. “Yes. All those rumors are true-e.” His voice glitched for a moment. “We thought for sure you were the one..th-the one who brought us so much pain.”

Tears began leaking from his sockets, as did the others. You swore you heard a child’s whisper overlaying his own voice on the last word, but maybe you were just hallucinating, still trying to come to grips with your new reality.

“You were here all five nights,” Chica spoke up next, holding her cupcake close as she sniffled. “Other guards left a-after day three, but you stayed. Since ya knew us so well, w-we were convinced you were them. And after so, so long...we really thought we could finally rest.”

"B-But we were wrong!” Bonnie sobbed. “We’re so, so sorry buddy..”

Your heart bled (figuratively speaking) for these lovable characters you promised your boss to watch over, now understanding why they hunted you down so mercilessly and chose this specific punishment.

Phone Guy’s calls and Chica’s words implied they intended to do this to every single nightguard they caught, calling it a “bug”. That’s what you thought it was and wondered why no engineers were called in to fix it.

But now you realized this wasn’t something that can be fixed by adjusting some wires.

No.

These were those missing kids, their souls somehow latching onto the gang and using them as vessels for vengeance.

Could you blame them for not knowing any better? 

Despite the immense strain speaking did to your voice, you managed to comfort them by reassuring them you’ll help find their killer. But only if they promised not to blindly stuff future guards into suits unless you knew for sure they were guilty.

Smiling, you opened your arms up to them, the blood leaking between the joints, but you ignored it. “I know I’m..messy, but...family...group hug?”

The animatronics stared at you, before they accepted your offer one by one, no longer crying as they finally settled down.

‘Huh..they truly are kids..’

In your peripheral vision, you thought you saw a yellow bear suit sitting in the corner of the area, watching you with a closed mouth. He solemnly nodded to you before fading away.

You sighed.

Time to adjust to your new life here at Freddy’s...as an extra of the mascot himself.

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Sunset Swerve - Part 3

Pairing: Luke x OC

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: none(?)

A/N: Me publishing back to back updates? More likely than you think. We’re finally through with episode 2! As always, let me know what you think and send me a message or ask if you want to be tagged in future chapters! Also, thank you to all who have left kind messages on the last few parts, I really appreciate it! Now back to your (ir)regularly scheduled fanfic. 

Part 2  Masterlist

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“Let’s go, Moss,” Luke yelled and Jordan groaned, “Rise and shine.”

For what felt like the last few hours, Jordan had been curled up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. They were all pretty certain that ghosts couldn’t sleep but Jordan felt exhausted from the day and she didn’t feel like exploring all night with the guys so she did her best to emulate the experience. At some point, she had reached a dream-like stupor, which she assumed was as close as she’d get to real sleep.

“Where exactly are we going?” She asked, rolling over to face the inside of the room and slowly opening her eyes.

She was met with the three boys much too close to comfort and staring at her. She screamed on instinct, sitting up quickly and pulling the blanket with her, holding it tightly to her chest. The guys started screaming too, the four ghosts momentarily thrown into chaos.

“You can’t do that to a girl!” Jordan admonished, standing up to slap each of their shoulders. “Give a girl some privacy!”

“You were sleeping on the couch,” Reggie pointed out and Jordan scowled.

“And you guys could’ve stood a respectful distance away!”

Reggie nodded, stepping back and raising his hands in surrender.

“C’mon, we don’t have time to keep arguing,” Luke complained, “We’re gonna be late!”

“Late for what?” Jordan asked, still having no clue what was going on.

“Julie’s gonna play for her teacher to get back into her music program!”

The guys had filled her in on the drama of Julie’s life the night before but she’d hadn’t heard anything about her playing today.

“That’s new,” she remarked and Luke grinned.

“It was my idea,” he seemed so proud of himself. “I convinced her last night.”

“So she’s going to ambush her music teacher?” Jordan asked, remembering Luke’s solution to everything when they were alive.

“The Sunset Curve way.” He grinned proudly and Jordan rolled her eyes.

“Teachers usually aren’t big fans of Ambush Mode,” she sighed but started to get ready anyway, gathering up a new outfit from the bag of her clothes she had found and making her way to the bathroom.

It was nothing too special, she was mostly just happy to be out of the clothes she had died in. The pair of high waisted mom jeans paired with her worn Rolling Stones t-shirt and her Doc Martens were much more comfortable. She kept the simple black choker she’d been wearing the day before and cuffed her jeans, deciding at the last minute to tie her hair back in a half up-do with a scrunchie. She was in and out of the bathroom in less than five minutes, though when she opened the door Luke looked like he had been about ready to start yelling for her to hurry up.

“So are we going to support Julie or what?” She asked, pulling her bag across her body while the guys just stood in place.

“Right, yeah, okay,” Alex said softly while Luke rolled his eyes, probably thinking up some snide comment about how she had been the one they were waiting on.

Surprisingly, he kept whatever he was thinking to himself as the four of them converged, all poofing out of the garage together.

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Jordan didn’t know what she expected to see when she arrived at Julie’s high school but a collection of girls in brightly colored wigs and matching outfits singing and dancing in the gym was not it.

“Man, I miss high school,” she heard Reggie sigh and rolled her eyes. Boys.

Jordan turned to Alex, hoping the boy would have a similar reaction as her but as she looked to the blond she found him mimicking the choreography.

“Oh my gosh, yes Alex!” She cheered him on and he grinned before Luke elbowed him, shaking his hand in front of his neck to say ‘cut it out.’

They turned to see Julie, looking clearly disheartened and Jordan gave her an apologetic look.

“Julie!” She gasped excitedly, finally getting a good look at the girl. “That jumpsuit is so fly!”

She knew from their introduction yesterday that the young Latina had a great sense of style and the camo jumpsuit she was wearing today only served to further prove that.

Julie gave her a confused smile, like she wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not, and Jordan furrowed her brows trying to figure out why her compliment hadn’t been properly received.

“People don’t say ‘fly’ in 2020, do they?” She asked dejectedly and Julie shook her head.

“Okay well then that jumpsuit is so cool,” she modified and Julie smiled graciously.

Their attentions were drawn back to the gym floor as the girl group finished their performance.

“Thank you, thank you,” Jordan mocked the leader’s overly preppy voice and attitude and Julie laughed.

“What’re you waiting for?” Reggie asked after Julie’s friend had walked away and two women who Jordan assumed to be the principal and music teacher began speaking to the crowd. “This is your time!”

“Yeah. I mean, you look really nervous,” Alex observed concernedly, “Like yak-in-a-bowl nervous.”

“I just don’t think I had enough time to work on the song.” Julie addressed Luke.

“I wouldn’t have given you the song if I didn’t think you were gonna rock it!” Luke reassured her enthusiastically. “Now, there’s a piano on that stage with your name on it.”

The four watched as Julie nodded before running out of the gym to get to the stage door.

“You gave her one of your songs?” Jordan asked the guitarist curiously.

“Yeah, we never got a chance to record it but it’s perfect for her voice.”

“Which song?” Jordan asked. She may have hated the band but there was no denying that their music was good and she had heard plenty of it over the years.

“Bright.”

“Oh, I love that one,” Jordan gushed before she realized what she was saying and who she was talking too. “I mean, it’s not as good as any of Apollo 81’s stuff but,” she tried to brush it off though she knew she had failed.

Thankfully, the boys decided to let it go as Julie had just stepped up to the piano.

“You got this!” Luke called out and Julie smiled, taking a breath to steel her nerves before starting the song.

“Damn, you should’ve added a piano part to this years ago,” Jordan noted quietly as they listened to Julie play. Luke nodded, watching the girl with awe.

“We should play with her,” he said turning to look excitedly at the other boys before raising a brow at Jordan, silently inviting her to join them.

“I don’t know the song.”

“Please, a talented musician like you can figure it out.” He spoke like he was teasing her however his eyes held a sincerity that had her chest swelling with pride.

She rolled her eyes but nodded, the four of them exchanging grins before poofing to the stage just in time for the chorus.

“And rise through the night, you and I. we will fight to shine together, bright forever,” A surprised grin took over Julie’s face as they materialized with their instruments, Jordan deciding on filing the rhythm guitar part. Julie jumped up from the piano, immediately taking center stage. For someone who, as far as Jordan knew, had never been in a band, the girl sure knew how to rock a stage. She had a major stage presence. “And rise, through the night, you and I. We will fight to shine together, bright forever.”

It felt so good to be back on a stage performing that it took them all a minute to realize that Julie’s classmates could see them. They all shared looks of shock, Luke instructing them to ‘just go with it’ as he jumped in for the second verse.

“In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed some help. Stuck in my head, with nothing left.” Luke turned to look at Jordan, gesturing the girl over to his mic with a head nod and Jordan grinned. Her voice joined his vocals as Julie continued to rock out with Reggie and Alex. “I feel something around me now. So unclear, lifting me out. I found the ground, I’m marching on.”

Jordan stepped back in time for Reggie to take over for the pre-chorus, grinning as she watched the two boys perform together for the first time in twenty-five years. It felt like magic to be up on that stage with them, her own styles mixing with that of Sunset Curve and Julie. Luke wasn’t kidding when he said she was a powerhouse. The two had immediate chemistry as well, Julie walking him to center stage as he started the bridge, the two rocking out together before the rest of them joined in for the chorus once more. Jordan had never been happier to sing backup, the girl’s vocals were killer.

The song was over much too soon for Jordan’s tastes. She was still buzzing with adrenaline as she slung her guitar to the side, taking a bow with the group. However, before they could finish soaking up the applause they vanished, reappearing at the side of the stage.

“Oh god, how is she gonna explain that?” Jordan groaned, looking anxiously between the three guys who looked about as clueless as she did.

“Wait, were those holograms?” A girl called out from the crowd and Julie let out the breath she was holding, quickly affirming the girl’s suspicions.

“Holograms? Like in Star Wars?” Reggie questioned, eyes wide, “Those are real now?”

“Apparently,” Luke answered, seemingly also in disbelief. “That’s wild, that they could see us when we were playing but not when the music stopped.”

“Ooh, we should double-check!” Reggie said, climbing up the stairs before wiggling his butt in front of the unfazed crowd. “Yeah, I don’t think they can see us.”

“I wish I couldn’t see you.” Alex deadpanned and Jordan snorted.

The guys were swept away with the crowd of students as they were dismissed from the gym, Reggie eagerly attempting to get one of the multi-colored girl’s number. Jordan stuck back as Julie spoke to her teacher, wanting to know if the girl got back into her program. However, she too was sidetracked as a small boy walked off the stage with a string bass, dragging it carelessly down the stairs.

“Oh, hell no.” She gasped, aggressively lecturing the boy as she followed him out of the gym despite knowing he couldn’t hear her. “That is no way to treat such a gorgeous instrument!”

She only stopped her passionate rant when she hit the hallway and noticed the guys there staring at her like she was crazy.

“You know he can’t hear you, right?” Luke asked slowly, like if he spoke too aggressively she would become more unhinged.

“You should’ve seen him drag that bass down the stairs! It was criminal,” she explained, before shouting down the hall at the boy, “Criminal!”

“O-kay,” Luke said, dramatically looking away from her and making circles with his finger near his head to signal her craziness to the guys.

“You’re a real comedian, Patterson,” she responded dryly and Luke laughed.

“Anyway, let’s go find Julie and talk about what just happened!”

They wandered around the school trying to locate their living friend. It felt weird to be back in a high school, especially one that had been so different from her own. Unlike the guys, none of Apollo 81 had dropped out of school for the band. This meant that they’d had to continuously bust their asses to get gigs and stay on top of their schoolwork; they didn’t have all afternoon to practice like Sunset Curve but Jordan always felt like they were better for it. Still, high school seemed to have changed considerably in the twenty-five years since her death. For starters, they definitely didn’t have a music program like Julie’s, sure there was band class but Jordan learned most of her musical skills outside of the school building.

“There weren’t this many people dressed like animals when we were in high school, right?” Jordan asked after accidentally walking through one of said students.

“Definitely not.” Alex answered, looking just as confused as she felt.

She knew they were dressed up like the school’s mascot, a blue bobcat, but she just couldn’t figure out why.

“Julie!” She called out once they finally located the girl, “What’s with all girls dressed like bobcats?”

Luke elbowed her in the side, stepping in front of her.

“Who cares!” He exclaimed, as if the words were bursting out of him uncontrolled, “Are we not gonna talk about what happened?!”

“Yeah, the whole school saw you. It’s kinda freaking me out,” Julie said, sounding like she still hadn’t quite come to terms with it.

“Okay good, cause it’s kinda freaking me out too,” Alex started, talking and moving with a manic energy. “Y’know, you could see us, and now people can see us whenever we play music. And my clothes are made of air, but for some reason I’m still getting a wedgie.”

Luke patted the blond on the back sympathetically while Jordan leaned passed the boy to stare at Alex concernedly.

“Dude, are you okay?”  

“Nah,” Alex said airily, but waved off her concern.

“The important thing is that we rocked that place!” Luke interjected, rerouting the conversation. “They loved you!”

“Are you kidding?” Julie said excitedly, “They loved us!”

The group all shared proud smiles.

“That was a great song, Luke. Thanks,” Julie said sincerely and Luke grinned, blushing slightly.

“Did you see the cheerleaders looking at me? I think they were looking at me!” Reggie added excitedly and Luke grinned, matching his energy as the dark haired boy grabbed his face. “Please tell me they were looking at me.”

“Bro, they were looking at you!”

“Oh, I knew it!”

“I’m so- I’m so confused, y’know?” Alex spoke, taking the conversation back to his anxieties. “The afterlife should come with instructions, or a quick-start quite or something.”

“Seriously man, are you good?” Jordan asked again and Alex shrugged.

“Well, the good news is everyone thought you were holograms and I got back into the program.”

Julie’s announcement was met with a chorus of congratulations but the girl didn’t look very excited herself.

“Why do you look so bummed?” Reggie asked.

“Yeah, dude, you’re making this face,” Luke proceeded to do a poor reenactment of Julie’s expression.

“That is not my face,” Julie said pointedly and Jordan nodded in agreement while the guys all made noises of dissent, “And things just got weird between me and Flynn. She asked about you guys and I couldn’t say.”

“Sweet, girls are already talking about us,” Reggie said lowly and Luke high fived him.

“Stop it assholes,” Jordan sighed, smacking them both on the chest from her position between them. “This is serious!’

“Thanks Jordan,” Julie smiled sadly, “I can’t tell her about you guys for the same reason I can’t tell my dad; she’ll think I’ve gone off the deep end!”

“Well this dude definitely thinks you’ve gone off the deep-end,” Reggie said, pointing to the janitor who had just walked through Jordan. She shivered, still not used to the feeling of being made of air.

“I need to get to class,” Julie finally spoke once the disgruntled janitor had walked away.

“Later Julie,” Reggie called. “Ooh, and tell those cheerleaders I’m single!”

“Oh, and that he’s dead.” Alex quipped, earning a high five from Jordan.

“Nonono, leave that part out!” Reggie panicked. “Leave that- she’s gone.”

The rest of the group merely shook their heads at the boy’s antics before they all poofed home to the garage.

Part 4

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Taglist: @oopsiedoopsie23

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

So on the Danganronpa subreddit, I usually see posts of people editing a character's sprite to mimic a different character's talent. Like, what if Ibuki was the Ultimate Gymnast, or what if Hajime was the Ultimate Detective. It got me thinking, just how much different would the games be if the talents were switched? So just for fun, I thought I'd write up some ideas on how the first game would differ in this scenario. The one rule here is that the story, twists, deaths, and character relationships remain the same, despite the talent changes. EDIT: Okay, mostly the same, obviously parts of the story have to be updated or changed in order to accommodate the talent changes.

The changes (Junko remains the Ultimate Despair though for story reasons):

Makoto Naegi is the Ultimate Affluent Progeny / Kyoko Kirigiri is the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader

Byakuya Togami is the Ultimate Soldier / Toko Fukawa is the Ultimate Lucky Student

Aoi Asahina is the Ultimate Moral Compass / Yasuhiro Hagakure is the Ultimate ??? (Detective)

Mukuro Ikusaba Junko Enoshima is the Ultimate Fanfic Creator and the Ultimate Programmer

Sakura Ogami is the Ultimate Gambler / Celestia Ludenberg is the Ultimate Pop Sensation

Hifumi Yamada is the Ultimate Clairvoyant / Kiyotaka Ishimaru is the Ultimate Fashionista

Mondo Owada is the Ultimate Baseball Star / Chihiro Fujisaki is the Ultimate Swimming Pro

Leon Kuwata is the Ultimate Martial Artist / Sayaka Maizono is the Ultimate Writing Prodigy

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Now the changes I thought of:

1) Makoto is still the wholesome, lovable boy we know him as but this time, his attitude on life has changed thanks to his wealthy lifestyle. He's "humble" for a rich man but it's clear he's not used to living among the "regular" people. Examples of this could be a scene where Makoto is surprised that the cafeteria menu isn't five-star quality, complaining that his shower only has one shower head when the Naegi mansion has five, and mentioning in passing that Komaru's favorite necklace is worth $100,000.

2) Junko says that she specifically messed with Yasuhiro's memory since he was the sole threat to her operation. In the final chapter, she mentions that she had to restart the game since Yasuhiro, with his memory as the Ultimate Detective still intact, managed to solve the mystery within the first few hours. So before she restarted the game, she screwed up Hiro's mind so that he became a bumbling idiot.

3) Kyoko's cold nature now comes from the fact that she's one of Japan's most notorious criminals. However, she secretly despises what she became as apparently, her father disowned her after he found out about her biker gang connections. She believes that her father was trying to protect his reputation as it would be a bad look on the headmaster of Hope's Peak Academy if he had a criminal daughter.

4) Sayaka's childhood relationship with Makoto is changed to that her early writing career was supported by the Naegi family. Apparently, she came to the Naegis for help in publishing her novels, which is how she met Makoto.

5) Byakuya's dickish attitude is now more of a tough drill sergeant. He sees everyone around him as "weak" and wouldn't survive a day in the battlefield. (basically, Byakuya in this version is every tough soldier guy stereotype who thinks civilians are snowflakes that need protecting)

6) I'd like to imagine that Mukuro would be somewhat of a zany fangirl. Like, she still has her fun personality, but now it's directed to talking about her favorite fandoms and the latest story she wrote. Then, when we get to the "Mukuro Ikusaba, 16th student, watch out for her" section, we learn that she was actually the Ultimate Programmer. Makoto, Kyoko, and Byakuya then hypothesize that maybe Mukuro set up Hope's Peak Academy to trap them all in. It makes sense as only a master computer programmer could maintain control over the entire academy. - side note: Alter Ego is also changed to that of a mysterious program with no face. It wants to help the students escape but won't reveal its true face since it doesn't want to expose its "creator's" identity.

7) Okay, I admit, I made Mondo the baseball star intentionally. Just...imagine chapter 2 but instead of dumbbells, he used a baseball bat. But on a serious note, in this version, I imagined that the accident that led to Daiya Owada's death was that Mondo hit a ball right into a drainage ditch during a heavy storm. In a fit of stupidity, Mondo tried to retrieve the ball (the ball could be a heirloom to the Owada family) but got caught in a sudden rush of water. Daiya managed to pull him out but at the cost of his own life.

8) Celestia's arrogant behavior now comes from her being a "celebrity". She believes the entire class loves her music and that they worship her like her legions of adoring fans. Makoto also makes a side comment where he mentions that Celestia attracts people because she has the "alternate, lolita goth" thing going for her, even though her music fits with the typical J-pop scene. When it comes to her name, "Celestia Ludenberg" is her stage name and she refuses to go by her real name as she wants to be seen only for her pop sensation persona.

9) Toko's internal hatred is made even deeper in this version as she thinks she doesn't belong with the class. It's bad enough that she already hates herself, it's made worse since she knows that she doesn't have a special talent as she was just picked on random. However, the luck side also works to her advantage as it's explained that Toko somehow managed to avoid capture from the police even though she's an active serial killer.

10) I imagine that Hina as the Ultimate Moral Compass would be more of an "etiquette cheerleader". She's still fun and bubbly, but now she'll make you laugh while also telling you to eat your vegetables and clean up your room. But she still loves donuts and she fully believes that only a person pure of heart could've came up with the idea of donuts.

11) Not much changes with Sakura's character. She's still best friends with Hina and she still loves the class, enough to commit suicide. This time, she talks about her suicide as if she was making a huge gamble. In her mind, she believes that if she goes "all in" and bets her life away, that will lead to the remaining students banding together to stop Monokuma.

12) Hifumi Yamada is still a gross pervert, but instead of making fanfic/2D art/manga/anime jokes, he now makes clairvoyant jokes. Stuff like, "I see in my future...Ms. Maizono will be my girlfriend!" or "Mr. Naegi, if you keep doing good deeds, I foresee in your future that not only will you live a long, happy life, you will also marry both Ms. Kirigiri and Ms. Asahina!"

13) Kiyotaka is still a really forceful person but now he's all about people's fashion. Stuff like, "MAKOTO NAEGI, FOR AN AFFLUENT PERSON, YOU CERTAINLY DON'T DRESS THAT WAY!" or "MONDO, YOUR ATTITUDE IS AS BAD AS YOUR AWFUL OUTFIT!". Guess you can say he's the actual fashion police. But on a serious note, his backstory is changed to that of a successful male model who has inspired legions of men to always look their best. Something about how you should look your best in order to be at your best.

14) Chihiro is still scared of everything around him but takes comfort in the idea of swimming. He explains that swimming is the one thing he isn't afraid of in life and that by focusing all of his life on swimming, he reached Olympic levels of skill.

15) Leon Kuwata isn't really changed. However, now it's revealed that he managed to block Sayaka's attacks and throw Hiro's glass ball at the incinerator with his ultimate martial arts skills.

[vagrantblvrd]

I'm a slut for anything Destiny right now, so uhhhhh maybe something involving that? (On another note, boo for pushing back BL to November, yay for having more time to work on it)

Lol, same, friend! XD

So, like. Much as I love other Destiny AUs I’ve blathered on about before, what do you say about a Battle Buddies in the Destiny universe?

Like, say.

These two idiots working for Clovis Bray during the Golden Age, right? Troubleshooters or just a pair of mercenaries that somehow ended up on the Clovis Bray payroll.

Or maybe they start off as regular security operatives who earn a reputation for being particularly clever and resourceful. Ruthless, some might say, in protecting Clovis Bray’s interests.

They catch the eye of some higher up, get reassigned to a special division in security which happen to be troubleshooters and the like?

Operatives given more leeway/authority than the usual Clovis Bray security operative and it’s actually good for a while, right?

Certainly good enough from them to to from coworkers to that guy they see almost every day and have a few things in common with to actual friends. And that, okay, in the world of fanfic is a slippery slope to Mutual Pining.

And such tropes as being snowed in at a tiny, wonderfully cozy cabin once they get a fired started and realize sharing body heat is the only solution to not freezing to death anyway?

Also sharing a bed while on a trip somewhere and a mixup/convenient other reason there would only be a room with a single bed available for them.

Not to mention the quiet revelation that the other one knows exactly how they take their coffee (whatever diet soda equivalent exists in the universe at that time for Ryan), or what their favorite food is (and second, third and so on in case substitution is necessary). Know what their favorite color is and cats vs dogs.

(A hotly debated topic between them, one that Jeremy declares could be a friendship killer because dogs, Ryan, really? With their borking and happy little faces and utter joy at seeing their human?

Pls.

Meanwhile, Ryan with this little smirk to his voice as he needles Jeremy over the little herd of stray cats he swears aren’t actually his and yet are all fixed and chipped and yowl their little heads off the moment they catch wind/sight of Jeremy and anyway, dogs are clearly better because Ryan says so, therefore it’s true, Jeremy.

(Neither of them realize if they were animals - omg, were-creatures in Destiny universe???? :O - Jeremy is obvs a bork-bork doggo and Ryan a snooty mcsnoot (sekritly soft touch because srsly) kitten-cat and just, tangent I know, but omg.)

Also, though?

Also.

It means all these little things that add up to oh, no, I’m absolutely fucked over this asshole/idiot, because they are and now that they know they can’t stop seeing it, you know?

Jeremy’s :D when he sees Ryan at work and Ryan’s own >:D when he sees Jeremy because up to no good, the both of them? And smaller, quieter things they didn’t really think about and oh man, what now???

But then, also!

The two of them with their special division in Clovis Bray’s security branch...deal...thing where they ends up working with the shadier side of things?

Mostly play security on off-world projects or labs that pop up when new discoveries are made and said discovery can’t be moved/hasn’t been moved to a more secure facility and such.

Security there just as much to protect the discovery/artifact/device than keep the scientists/staff/executives visiting the site safe and so on. (Occasional Adventures because business rivals and shady practices and Drama.)

It’s all good for a while, lets them stew in their Mutual Pining phase and just as they’re about to maybe, maaaaybe do something about it Trouble!!1! happens.

Both of them are at the “I need to talk to you about this...thing,” stage of things and thinking oh, no, he knows I have the FEELINGS for him and the :O!!1! of what could mean for their ~friendship and so on?

But then Ryan gets called to the Clovis Bray facility on Mars in Meridian Bay while Jeremy stays behind, which isn’t unheard of for them?

But it’s rare when the company separates them. know they’re far more effective as a team and so on, but the call comes from the top and they can’t just say no, so Ryan goes.

Has a Bad Feeling and Jeremy knows him well enough to pick up on it, but pretends he doesn’t, that everything’s fine even though there’s been more chatter on restricted frequencies - Clovis Bray and otherwise - for a few days now, something big going down that’s effecting everyone.

This growing concern/panic leaders are trying to keep under wraps while they figure out how to handle it and so on.

And, look, they’ve been in the business long enough to know to trust Bad Feelings and suchlike? But Jeremy’s all :D because Ryan’s so worked up and he’s trying to reassure him they’ll be fine, you know? Damn good at their jobs and nothing’s managed to kill them yet.

(Yet being the keyword there, Jeremy, as Ryan keeps telling him when Jeremy’s a few drinks in on a slow night and they’re just enjoying one another’s company and sharing stories and yeah.)

Anyway.

Ryan heads to Mars and Jeremy sticks behind and somewhere in between that the Collapse happens, because of course it does.

Just a big ol’ kaboom-level disaster in which they both end up super, duper dead?

But then they get better.

Kind of?

Because, look.

Ryan gets all kinds of fucked up during the kaboom-level disaster and he’s in a Clovis Bray facility and there’s the whole...Exo thing, right?

Hand-wavy shenanigans all over the place in which he’s Exo-fied just before everything goes to hell (really goes to hell) and he comes online or whatever they call it just in time to die again.

(Doesn’t remember the first one, because fleshy human body all fucked up and coding on the table and uh, wow, yes. Also Ryan and his Thing for androids in Sky Factory 4 and also just robots and the like in general, so yeah?)

Anyway.

Ryan dies (again) during the collapse in a shiny Exo body and no time at all to address that, which.

Perfect?

Perfect.

Years go by as the sands of Mars start to bury human cities and whatnot, and along comes a Ghost.

Ryan’s Ghost, to be matter of fact.

Little bastard’s been looking for its Guardian for a long, long time by the time it gets to Mars, seen a lot.

And for whatever reason when it’s poking about this half-buried Clovis Bray facility and stumbles on this shiny new (not so much) Exo decides ah, yes, this one is the one I’ve been looking for all this time.

Ryan gets resurrected on Mars, wakes up choking on dust and sand (or maybe it’s just his mind telling him that’s what’s happening, because Exo? who knows) and this goddamn floating ball of metal and light and sass in front of him.

The Clovis Bray facility is a disaster and the Cabal haven’t found it yet (yet) but they’re going to any day and anyway, anyway, not a good idea to stick around a dead place like that.

His Ghost brought him back a few years after the Collapse, Dark Ages days still, before things like Iron Lords or fancy classes like Titans or Warlocks or Hunters.

Is something of a cross between a Titan and a Warlock in temperament and abilities and understandably a little leery of his little Ghost buddy? Like what even is it/he?

But also, also?

Ryan remembers, okay.

For whatever reasons, he remembers.

Wakes up in a Clovis Bray facility - was there meeting with some higher-ups about concerns they had about some incoming trouble and reluctant to pull both of them from their assignment.

Figured Ryan could speak for them both, and then kaboom, the Collapse and his Exo-fication which he really, really should not remember? But hard to deny the proof and such, and maybe his Ghost is able to pull some information from the computers around them

(And the what the actual fuck and I did not agree to that when I signed my contract and what the fucking fuck and so on of dealing with that on top of everything else and it’s just. It’s a lot to process.)

He remembers his previous life, although there are some gaps and the whatnot - maybe that’s what happens when you die and some sassy floating orb resurrects you, Ryan doesn’t have a frame of reference for these things okay - and from what his Ghost is saying people shouldn’t do that?

Especially with the Exo-fication process and anyway, anyway, yes.

So he keeps quiet about it for the moment, all this oh shit, and fuck, Jeremy and that in the back of his mind and initial wariness of his Ghost and what that’s all about.

Finds a way to get them back to wherever he and Jeremy were assigned - grab a jumpship from the Clovis Bray facility and leave Mars and it’s dead cities behind headed towards Earth because where else would they go?

But also maybe there are others like Ryan and while they’re out here might as well check to see if there are? Bring any survivors and such back with them if they can.

All they find are cities in ruin and the dead, though.

Worse, places where the dead should be, but aren’t.

Because spooky.

But also Bad Things, not all of which are due to the other races the Darkness introduced to humanity, because you know, humanity at its worst and so on.

Still, it gives Ryan the chance to learn about his new body, and his Light-given abilities, to trust them, and weirdly enough bond with his Ghost.

Gives the poor thing a name like Reggie or some other terrible thing that has it sighing and all that at him as humans are just super weird about stuff like that?

But at the same time it’s a name, something more than just Ghost. Which. Not an insult? But still, a name.

When they get to where Ryan and Jeremy were stationed he’s not really expecting to find Jeremy after everything else they’ve seen along the way. Odds stacked against them from the start and all that, and he’s not surprised to find the facility torn open and broken down.

Finds bodies here and there, doesn’t want to look closer but he can’t not at the same time.

Recognizes a few of them, scientists and staff and some security operatives he and Jeremy worked with.

Reggie clearly knows Ryan’s lying about not remembering anything, but chooses not to call him on it at the time.

Not when there’s this...rawness to him as he explores the place he lived and worked in who knows how many years go. Finds the bodies and other remnants of a life (long past, ended violently in the Collapse along with those of everyone else there.

Listens to messages people left before, during, and after the Collapse.

Usual day-to-day things, work logs or personal journals that tick over into calls to supervisors over unusual readings and the like? And then towards the end and staticky and all that, warnings to whoever stumbles across the facility.

Breached containment and toxic chemical ruptures and all that that had to be locked down.

(The handful of people on the other side of it, either too slow or too goddamned brave, sacrificing themselves for the others even though they knew it wouldn’t matter much in the end, and doing it anyway)

Sightings of unknown creatures - beings? Roaming the area outside the facility while its security measures were still active, what remaining security operatives going to confront them and not returning, or dragging themselves back to safety just to die with some cryptic words on what they’d seen out there.

Final words of survivors doomed to die either by whatever was on the other side of the fences and security measures once they inevitably failed or some other cause. (Exposure to toxins/radiation or other fun things. Starvation, etc. No need to worry about old age or natural causes because yeah no, not in the cards for them.)

That cheerful kind of stuff, you know?

Ryan and his Ghost digging into the computers they could and watching footage, watching people he knew a lifetime ago dying.

Watching Jeremy taking charge of things, having to order people to their deaths in the days after the Collapse whether it be to containment breaches or enemies at their gates and so on.

A few logs and personal videos Jeremy left, ones that Ryan makes copies of for himself - Reggie makes copies of everything they find, but Jeremy’s are just for Ryan, you know?

All of what they find may be useful one day, important, but Jeremy’s are just for Ryan. (Reggie safeguards those like you wouldn’t believe because they’re obviously important to Ryan.)

One of Jeremy’s videos are of him in the cramped quarters he and Ryan had to share, half a wall missing and all that because of course.

More rubble than room at that point, and yet it’s where he decided to record that video message.

All quiet and sad and hopeless because no rescue is coming for them, and look, okay, look.

He knows Ryan has to be dead by that point, otherwise his Battle Buddy would have come for him and the others, Clovis Bray be damned.

And Jeremy’s not quite looking at the camera as he just.

Confesses?

Tells Ryan - this one video is for Ryan even though Jeremy’s certain he’d never see it now, but he can’t not and he’ll probably be dead before long anyway, so fuck it, right?

So Jeremy tells Ryan all about the Mutual Pining he was doing leading up to the Collapse, right? All the reasons he fell head over heels for his idiot Battle Buddy and fear of fucking things up between them not knowing if Ryan felt the same and just.

A lot of FEELS going on there?

And then he talks about the Bad Feeling of Ryan’s and the call for him to go to Mars while Jeremy stayed behind.

Tells him he knew something was off, wrong, that something big was coming and goddamn does he hate being right about that kind of thing?

And then, okay.

There’s this tired little laugh, and Jeremy looking right into the camera.

Looks tired, worn down. Like he hasn’t slept in days (hadn’t, most likely) and lost too much weight and right on the edge of breaking.

Tells Ryan with this tired little laugh and tired little smile that he loves him, and he’s sorry he wasn’t brave enough to tell him when he had the chance and all these other heartbreaking things before ending the video.

(Delicious Angst.)

Ryan can’t find any other videos or anything from Jeremy after that, but there are references to the last of the security operatives patrolling the facility and running into opposition. Mentions of them not returning, of the other survivors being on their own and -

Ryan and Reggie go looking, because of course they do.

Find bodies, human and otherwise, but there’s a goddamn hole blown into the side of the facility. Fucking crater that opens up into an underground cavern and no safe way down.

Which, fine.

Ryan jumps, and Reggie brings him back.

Again and again and again until they reach the bottom, and then it’s this endless network or caves and tunnels and they could spend a lifetime looking, but enemies - Fallen? - and too many for one lone Light-bearer and their Ghost and he hates it, hates it, but they can’t stay.

Get back to Earth and kick around there for some time, all the while Ryan working on a way to get back to the facility to find Jeremy and lay him to rest or whatever’s going on in his head.

Runs across this shady bastard who (of course) turns out to be the Drifter and they become...not friends so much as acquaintances and all that? Don’t really trust one another, but they’re not enemies either.

The Iron Lords happen, Ryan and Reggie keeping an eye on things because you never know, and then the thing with SIVA happens and everything after that.

Hop around the system (venture a little beyond it for a time before coming back) and are like.

Bemused at these Guardians they find running around?

Like.

Yeah, okay, interesting, but he and Reggie were there for the Iron Lords and surely it’s only a matter of time until the Guardians go the same way?

But...they don’t?

They even build themselves this City under the Traveler and seem to thrive. Guard (heh,) the remnants of humanity that take shelter in the Traveler’s presence and all that.

Watches them branch out, sees the formation of the Vanguard and the Consensus and all that.

And they don’t go unnoticed either, this weird Light-bearer Exo and his Ghost that have been around for a long, long time.

Are considered allies to the Vanguard and Tower and all that? But not to be trusted at the same time.

Not enemies, just.

Need to be taken with a grain of salt, and also for the love of all that’s holy, do not let them around baby Guardians because they’re kind of terrible?

But yes.

Ryan’s around for all the shenanigans in the first Destiny, but doesn’t get involved himself because he’s no Guardian, you see.

Does, however, do things like message the Vanguard when there’s unusual activity among the Fallen or whichever race is hellbent on wiping humanity out that time.

Tips off Ikora’s hidden that something’s going on in the Plaguelands when the Fallen get into SIVA and so on, checks in on Lord Saladin to see how he’s doing, that kind of thing.

And then the Cabal come to Earth and Ryan’s at the edge of the system at the time, but he definitely feels it when the Cabal manage to lock away the Traveler’s Light.

He and Reggie make their way back to Earth because what the hell is going on?

And they get there just in time for some asshole to kick Ghaul’s ass and the Traveler awakening and all that?

And it’s like, well, shit, because things are going to be in disarray for a while, aren’t they?

Usually that means the Vanguard reaching out to him and those like him to help where Guardians can’t.

Stealth and shady shit and other things the Vanguard seems to turn their noses up at because not exactly Noble, the things people like Ryan get up to, but still needed.

Anyway, off he goes, coordinating with Ikora’s Hidden and all that and he’s all over the place for a while.

Goes back to the Tower and happens to catch a glimpse of someone in armor and is like !!!

It’s the Tower, and all the Guardians wandering around in armor is far from unusual?

BUT.

This asshole is sporting some hideous shader that somehow manages to combine purple and orange with yellow trim and it’s this whiplash moment of !!! for Ryan because!

Or fucking course Jeremy and his bullshit color scheme back when they were working for Clovis Bray, you know?

Shit-eating grin at Ryan’s :O face the first time he realized what a monstrous human being Jeremy was and delighting in it every moment afterwards.

And Ryan, right. Far from an expert on all the shaders out there, but he’s pretty sure Eva would never dare create such a thing as it would be akin to a crime against humanity, and yet.

Ryan sneaks about following the Guardian - a goddamned Titan because of course it is - and maybe gets a little sloppy about it.

Because FEELS and also being a little out of his mind over the coincidence?

Anyway, anyway, he ends up getting cornered in a little alley somewhere down in The City. No one else around for blocks and an understandably peeved Guardian facing him down.

“Hey, pal,” he hears, seemingly friendly enough but there’s an edge to the words all the same. “There a reason you’ve been following me for the last few hours?”

The Guardian’s got their helmet on, because of course, but there’s -

Ryan knows that voice.

(Of fucking course he does.)

Stares and stares and stares because oh, okay, this has to be it, you know? He’s been alive for a few hundred years by this point, and sooner or later he’d lose it, because of course he would, right?

Exo-fied without consent and tossed into the life of a Light-bearer - again, without consent although he’s more okay with Reggie’s actions than the scientists at Clovis Bray who Exo-fied him - and made sense he’d go mad at some point.

Because no way in hell is that Jeremy he’s looking at. No damned way.

AND YET.

It totally is Jeremy, although he goes by Rimmy Tim now (lololol, I’m so, so sorry) and doesn’t remember his previous life at all and oh, God his poor Ghost is sporting a shell in the same hideous purple/orange shader and why did it have to be this way?

But also seriously, Ryan being blue screen of death over the whole Jeremy is a goddamned Guardian now???

Apparently resurrected following the Red War and new to the whole Guardian deal.

Ryan tries to stay away because he’s got all these issues to sort out and doesn’t want to scare Jeremy away/make him hate him/who even knows what he’s thinking at that point?

But it doesn’t stick because Jeremy’s alive.

Doesn’t know Ryan or the fact they were this close to figuring their shit out before the world ended around them and things got seriously fucked up.

Thinks Ryan’s some weird shady dude along the lines of the Drifter and all that? Which, to be fair, he is?

BUT.

Zavala and Ikora trust him, and Cayde did too.

Ryan keeps tabs on Jeremy the whole time because like hell is he not going to do that?

But he tries his best to keep his distance for Jeremy’s sake and all?

And then there’s a Situation the Vanguard need him to look into, and would he like help with this one?

And Ryan, okay.

Ryan.

Does his damndest to be good about this, not drag Jeremy into things, but Zavala’s a clever bastard.

Has noticed Ryan’s obvious - to Zavala and Ikora, and even Cayde’s amusement/understanding before he died - interest in Jeremy.

And weirdly, conveniently, Jeremy knocks on the door to Zavala’s office while Ryan’s in there talking to him about this Situation.

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

And Zavala gives Ryan this little smirk.

“Rimmy Tim is a promising young Titan,” he says. “Clever. Resourceful. I think he would prove to be a great asset in this endeavor.”

And Jeremy, okay.

Keen on helping the Vanguard with things like this Situation, and he’ll admit to being curious about weird, shady Ryan and how he fits into things, and anyway.

Ryan doesn’t have much choice in the matter about it all, and before you know it the two of them are out investigating weird shit together.

Ryan barely keeping his shit together the whole time because Jeremy is so fucking Jeremy even though he doesn’t remember anything about his previous life.

Reggie is like, super concerned and doesn’t sass Ryan more than a couple of times a day due to said concern.

Jeremy’s Ghost is like, dude, what the hell? While Reggie is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ because hahaha, Light-bearers are just weird as hell, right?

Their investigations take them back to Mars and the same Clovis Bray facility where Ryan was Exo-fied and it’s.

Jeremy doesn’t know what’s up with Ryan and Reggie, but once Ryan quietly mentions that oh, hey, yeah. This is where they turned me into this *gestures at himself with this weird hollow/bitter laugh because yes* and then he died, and also Reggie found him years later and so on?

And Jeremy’s like shit, dude, and also, oh, okay thinking that’s why they’re being super weird?

But then they find records and some video of human!Ryan way back before and Jeremy’s fucking riveted, okay.

Human!Ryan talking to one of his bosses about an assignment they’re going to send these Battle Buddies off on - Jeremy looking over at Ryan when he flinches or something along those lines and thinks, oh, man, poor guy, because apparently Ryan had a partner way back when?

Someone the Clovis Bray bigwig talks about with this amused/fond look on their face like the two of them were inseparable and all that? Force to be reckoned with and all that.

And!

Of course that’s when the bigwig’s office door opens to let the other half of the Battle Buddies in.

“What the fuck?”

Because, hey, wow, would you look at that? That’s fucking Jeremy sauntering on in with a little grin on his face and all that, tossing human!Ryan a look before giving the Clovis Bray bigwig a nod and no, seriously, what the fuck.

This whole Thing where Ryan stiffly (because dealing with all these EMOTIONS about Jeremy and terrified he’d - rightly so - want nothing to do with Ryan because of the everything) tells him that yeah, so.

They totally knew one another way back when? Worked together and so on and all this and just.

Yeah.

Jeremy’s Ghost manages to salvage more videos of the two of them - sparring in Clovis Bray gym facilities and the whatnot and training/demonstrating/whatever for security operatives?

Ryan leaves him to it while he and Reggie go poking about the rest of the place pretty much expecting Jeremy to tell them he wants nothing to do with them once they’re done with whatever the Vanguard has them doing?

But no, okay, no.

First of all, Jeremy’s super weirded out, but he’s not mad? OR he doesn’t think he is???

It’s complicated.

What he does know is that he and his Ghost like Ryan and Reggie, are starting to think of them as friends, even.

And then, okay, and then?

There’s also the fact that with a different perspective Jeremy can totally fucking see how fucking head over heels he and Ryan were for one another?

The way they look at one another, okay, that alone.

Can’t tell if they were an official? Thing and it feels cruel to ask Ryan, considering Jeremy doesn’t remember him? So he doesn’t.

Just.

Decides he’d like to get to know Ryan now, see what happens and all that?

Ryan’s like ??? because he was not expecting that? Is a little reluctant because what if it’s a mistake? He still loves the shit out of Jeremy, pre-Collapse and now, but maybe that’s not what’s best for Jeremy?

Tries to tell him that, but Jeremy’s not having it.

Like, will honestly leave Ryan alone if he genuinely wants him to considering their past and the emotional roller coaster Ryan’s been on since pretty much forever?

But if it’s all the same to Ryan Jeremy would like to keep working with him?

And they do, because Ryan thinks he’s too much a selfish bastard to tell Jeremy no, and Jeremy kind of feels the same?

They deal with the Situation together (Battle Buddies, fuck yeah) and when they report back to Zavala he’s all HMM at them, but doesn’t comment on things and it just.

Becomes this understood Thing that Ryan and Jeremy are a team now, going all over the place to deal with things Ikora’s Hidden sniff out or some “friend” of Ryan’s want them to look into.

Ryan quietly Suffering because Jeremy’s still so very Jeremy and yet a completely different person. Jeremy falling for Ryan because of course he does, and Ryan keenly aware of it at some point.

(Stopped lying to himself about things like that a long time ago, or maybe he’s too tired to lie to himself about them now, who knows.)

Looks at Jeremy one night, the two of them camped out in a shell of a building and just.

Sighs.

Takes out the batch of recordings and videos Jeremy left behind at the end and gives them to Jeremy because...he doesn’t know why, really.

Just thinks it’s important he sees them for himself before he says something he might regret. (Does something he might regret, idk.)

And then off Ryan goes to keep watch or patrol the area or whatever and conveniently not be there while Jeremy watches his past self confessing his love to Ryan like that was a mistake he never got to make in person or something?

It makes no goddamned sense, and Jeremy’s a bit of an emotional mess by the end of it because jfc, he past him was a complete idiot, and both Ryans are too?

Past Ryan just for being a dense idiot the same as past Jeremy, present Ryan because he’s been carrying those recordings along with him for ages, and the whole Guilt about not finding Jeremy’s body to lay him to rest way back when.

The Guilt about knowing who Jeremy was when he met him again and not telling him (that makes Jeremy a little angry because dude, seriously?), and yet again more Guilt for not telling him about the Mutual Pining?

And just.

He yells at Ryan a hell of a lot when he tracks him down, finds him on a rooftop staring up at the stars while Reggie watches over him.

Realizes Ryan’s looking towards the sector of space where he and Ryan were stationed when the Collapse happened, that the idiot probably made a habit of doing so after Jeremy died because Delicious Angst?

He yells, but there’s no real heat to it because Jeremy’s a wreck, and also he gets it?

Doesn’t know Ryan super well, just yet, but enough to see why he’d do/think some of the things he has.

Feels...not guilty, exactly, but something in that he doesn’t remember Ryan or the lives they had before all...this, but.

They’ve got a second chance, and maybe, maybe they could do something with it?

Not saying they have to, necessarily, but.

Uh.

They do make a good team, and all that, and -

Ryan’s just looking at Jeremy like he doesn’t know what to say (it’s true) and kind of like he thinks he may be dreaming this (he’s not) and Jeremy’s afraid he’s saying all the wrong things?

But then.

It’s like

That could be a thing they could do, become Battle Buddies 2.0 and let Zavala know he only has himself to blame for it, so of course they do, you know?

Go off and Adventure about, causing Zavala headache after headache and getting these little smiles out of Ikora and such.

And one day maybe they get their shit together and finally freaking do something about all the FEELINGS the have for one another.

Get it right this time, with the love confessions and smooches - or like, whatever it is Exos do in that regard?

But yes.

Also they run into the rest of the AH bunch at some point, a few of which are some of Ryan’s shady friends, because of course they are. >:D

(ALSO, omg, yessss? I was like aw, man, not again Bungie :((((((((((((((( even though I totally understand the reasons for the delay? Like. I want the shinies of new content and omg, EXO STRANGER :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD right now? But also omg, yes Bunige, please take the time you need. XD)

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8, 15, 17, 28 for the writer meme, if you didn’t already get any of those

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i just answered this, but since it’s you, i’ll go for some blake ;) hm.... 

i must say, i think i have written some pretty great dialogue for blake’s 7 in my time. here’s one of my favourite bits - 

“It’s a quality operation,” Vila said. “They wouldn’t skimp on a thing like that. You want a boyfriend, Blake – and I want to go to Del Ten. Give me your promise that we can spend a week there once we find Docholli and I’m your man.”

“Vila, once we’ve found Docholli, we will have the key to finding Star One,” Blake pointed out.

“Are there any dancing girls on Star One?”

“I very much doubt it.”

“Then I’d still rather go to Del Ten,” Vila said.

“Couldn’t you wait?” Blake suggested. “Until after we blow up Star One?”

“After you blow up the Federation’s weather control systems, you mean?” Vila said. “And throw the civilised world into chaos? Right, I’m sure that would be a lovely time to take a holiday. Got any more suggestions like that, Blake? Perhaps I should invest in the stock market at the same time.”

“Two days,” Blake said. “I could give you two days on Del Ten.”

“A week!” Vila repeated.

Blake shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He willed himself to find the strength to complete this conversation and make the right choices.

“Oh, Blake,” Vila said kindly. “You really need this, don’t you?”

Blake felt a hand rest on his shoulder and looked up into Vila’s sympathetic eyes. “Yes,” he said with relief. “I’m sorry, Vila. I don’t want to put you in this position. But I really do need this.”

“You’re going to have to give in then,” Vila told him in the same kindly tone as before. “Unless,” he said, a twinkle in his eye, “that is, you want to ask Avon to be your boyfriend...”

i could have quoted this entire scene - even this is a lot. i love writing blake and avon, i love writing avon and vila, but i really really love writing blake and vila together because there are some lovely moments in canon to draw on. they’re two characters who have very little in common except that they’re both smart. this conversation is about how blake - who almost always gets his own way - now needs something he can’t just demand that vila does, and that gives vila the upper hand repeatedly throughout this conversation. blake, even though he knows this is an awkward conversation and really should be better prepared. 

i also like the different lengths of the dialogue - it has a good patter. 

it’s also funny, and funny because it’s cruel to someone (in this case blake, not usually), which is very blake’s 7. also also - it ends with vila insinuating what is essentially the plot - i.e. that avon will have to pretend to be blake’s boyfriend by the end of the story - and this is a trick that i always enjoy for a section end. the audience is like - oh ho, wouldn’t that be simply TERRIBLE? ;) ;) 

good times.

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15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

hm - not sure. maybe right now ... ‘Hang the Moon’? it’s got a lot of good action that would translate well to film, and i have a very clear idea of how most of the scenes look.

it would be kind of weird, though, right to have a film of a ‘carry on’ fanfic before we have a ‘carry on’ film. so i’m finding it quite hard to visualise. 

i would have loved to have written some dialogue for blake’s 7 people to actually say (assuming they remembered how to do the voices properly, paul darrow). i would be so embarrassed to present paul darrow with my porn, though (although ‘An Apple Cleft in Two’ would be so great, though, as it’s practically a bodyswap - i love the idea of seeing the real stephen pacey pretending to be blake, and paul darrow just being so angry), so it would have to be some sort of gen. 

ok - i think i choose ‘Showdown’ because it basically is ‘Duel’, so I know the Beeb could have staged it. it’s got some mega emotion that gareth would have done beautifully, too - 

Blake extracted his hand slowly from Avon’s. He pressed his fingers against Avon’s wrist and waited, but there was no pulse. He let the hand drop and tried the artery in Avon’s neck, but he knew he was just prolonging the inevitable. Avon was dead.

He forced himself to look back at the man who had been his friend.

Avon looked peaceful. The blood spattered on his face was not his – it was Travis’s and had fallen from Blake’s cheeks like tears. Blake screwed his eyes shut again in an attempt to stop it, and in the darkness Sinofar’s voice said,

“So – the battle is over.”

--

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

i almost always write in order. when i think of a scene that is in the future, i will usually write some notes about it, but try not to write it because i very much build on (in my head? i dont know how much comes through in what gets written) what i wrote before in terms of how people think and feel/i do a lot of dialogue call-backs. 

there are a few occasions where i go ahead and write something that happens later, but then i feel like i really screw myself when i try and go back and write the missing piece. i have to re-write everything i wrote previously to make it make sense... ‘Greener Grass’ actually is an example where i didn’t write out of order on purpose, but i thought i’d start with simon’s section which introduces all the bodyswap stuff fine, but it was too heavy with the bodyswap plot AND the introduction of the agatha-isn’t-here/get simon’s magic back stuff. there was just too much going on.

so then i had to write an intro section for baz, which i thin is good - it frames the story as baz’s story, which i know is what rainbow would want, and gives us calm before the storm ... as well as giving me an opportunity to write the exposition i needed. 

but i had to go back an edit the next section a LOT to make room for it. which i hated. 

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

i’ll do two batches. 

blake’s 7: 

x_los is my girlfriend, but i knew her first as an amazing writer. i wouldn’t have written half the things i did for b7 if she hadn’t started writing these epic, involved political stories, and she writes great porn. i really am not interested in david copperfield/uriah heep, but she thinks baz is a cat killer who does not deserve the time of day, so there you go. we’re in different fandoms now. 

elviaprose is not only a great writer (the foot fettish fic is incredible, given that neither she nor i have a foot fettish as far as i know), she’s also really engaged with other people’s writing and i love that. it’s really good fun. 

judith proctor  - i wanted to put in a second generation fan, and i was tempted to go for willa shakespeare (so good, so plotty, so porny) or nova (such pain!), but i have to go for judith. judith taught us all how incredible blake is. her love for this character, and the way that she always writes him as smart but flawed, and attractive to avon because he is smart and principled, rather than for any other reason, is fundamental to any of us reclaiming him for the future. (it’s probably not a surprise that the authors i like really influence me as a writer, but worth calling it out - i am very much saying that as well). Touching Life! so good.

carry on:

we have some amazing writers, thank you fandom <3 three of my very very predictable favourites (the same three, i think, who wrote my favourite fics of last year) are: 

@basic-banshee - what can i say? (insert long pause while i think of what to say.) i mean, we all know Ban is a great writer. it’s a pleasure when the most popular writer in the fandom is also a genius. i love all her secondary characters and that she spends so much time with them. she writes the way i want to - lots of good tropey stuff, great fun AUs, and plotty plotty good plot stuff. also - she always writes the most perfect endings that just make you feel GOOD. 

@sharkmartini - i think we share a lot of the same ideas about what we like in fics i.e. we like the same tropes, we like that baz is a vampire, we think the same things are hot and romantic. i love the way sharkmartini plots this and she always writes great dialogue. also, i do think we owe snowbaz smut to her - maybe it wasn’t the first-first, but ‘Monster Under the Bed’ (which is SO good, honestly still one of my absolute favourite things) seems to have influenced so much of what came after it. 

@krisrix - also an amazing artist, but for me an even better writer. the smut is amazing and sexy while also at the same time being really tender. kris also writes beautiful, long amazing kisses - and again, endings that are so beautiful and tender. also - let us talk about the plotty things! i love writers who mix plot and romance (or even dare i say - smut) because i love to have all the things in one fic. What Stays and What Fades Away is so smart and interesting. and, of course, kris has written my all time most favourite trope - fake relationship.

[salmonthestoryteller]

Sharing a Drink They Call Loneliness

I’m not really sure this counts as a fix-it.  Seeing as I don’t make anyone happy in it.  But it was the ending I would have preferred to S1, so…

While Maria is in this, the only ship is Malex - her and MIchael’s interactions are not romantic.

Sharing a Drink They Call Loneliness A Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

Alex was sitting outside his airstream when he pulled his truck up.  He had said to come back last night, but he supposed he thought Alex would call or something.  He wasn’t dressed in the air force t-shirt from the previous evening, or the nondescript casual clothing he’d seen him wear around.  The leather jacket looked new, but it wasn’t a new look - not exactly.  There was a confidence to the way he was dressed and sitting that reminded Michael of a teenage boy who didn’t give a crap what the world thought.  Who refused to be anything but unapologetically himself.

His heart had been put through the ringer the past week, and he wasn’t sure he could handle this.  His words to Isobel from just a few hours before echoed back to him.

“I love him.  I probably always will.  But lately that love just hurts.”

Alex had stood, and the look on his face was concerned - not surprising considering he was sitting there in his truck just looking at him.  He probably looked like hell, to be honest.  He didn’t know why, but he found himself tucking his left hand into his pocket the moment he was out the truck door - away from where Alex could see it.  As if he could hide what Max had done, had taken, earlier.  He wasn’t ready to parse that out with Alex.  He wasn’t sure he was ready to parse anything out.

“Hey, you okay?”  Alex’s concern was obvious, and it tugged at him.

A piece of him wanted to seek comfort with him.  Another piece found it hard to look at him and not see Caulfield.  “Noah’s dead.”

Alex stared at him.  “I… what?”

“Apparently you knew about the serial killer?  Cam told you about it, before Max?  Kyle tell you it was Noah?”

“Yah, but he said he was locked down somehow.”

“He got out, and he attacked us.”  His right hand touched his neck, where traces of his own dried blood probably were if he looked.  He swore he could feel it under his fingers.  “Max took care of it.  So, problem solved.”

“Are you all okay?”

Michael gave an aborted half-laugh. He was pretty sure none of them were okay.  He wasn’t sure which of them were least okay, but not a one of them were okay.

“Let me rephrase that.”  Alex understood without him needing to explain further, because of course he did.  Michael wanted to hate him a little for understanding him so well.  “Is anyone hurt?”

“We’re all a little beat up, but nothing serious.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Apparently we were refugees.”  He wasn’t even sure why he was still talking at this point.  “That’s what Iz says Noah said.  We were refugees looking for a new place to live cuz our world’s a war torn mess.  And some asshole stowed away and crashed our spaceship.”

Alex winced.  "I know that’s not the answer you were hoping for.”

Michael ignored the statement.  “So not only did the last of the survivors besides us just get blown up, we don’t have a place to go back to.  So our console, my spaceship specs - I should just trash them, right?  Because it’s useless now?  Guess I really was wasting my life.”

“Hey, don’t.  Don’t do that.”  Alex took a step forward, but Michael backed away.

“I know I said we’d talk, but that was before… I can’t do this right now, Alex.”

“Do what?”  Instead of closing up, Alex only continued to look worried about him.  Of all the times to refuse to walk away, why did he have to choose now?

“You, me.  Whatever this is.”  He gestured between them.  “Last night… if you’d come to me like that two months ago, hell, two days ago, I would have been so ready to meet you in the middle.  But right now I feel like we’re on completely different trajectories and I can’t… I don’t see a place where they intersect anymore.”

Alex studied him for a moment, and when he stepped forward, Michael was tempted to back away again, but didn’t.  “I do.”  His voice was firm, not a shred of doubt.  When had things turned so completely around between them?  “But it’s okay if you don’t.  You’ve been through a lot.  Take time.  I’ll be here.”

“You don’t have to be.  You can-”

“I will do exactly what I want to do.  Try and stop me, Guerin.”  Alex’s lips curved into a small smile.  “If you need space, I’ll give you space. I’ll be here when you’re ready to come back down.”

Michael ignored the piece of him that wanted to lean forward and kiss the smile off his face. “Like a crash landing?”

“Well, hopefully nothing so dramatic.”

“With you it’s always a crash landing.”

Alex’s eyes went wide at the confession, and he took another step forward.  This time Michael found himself retreating again, and moving to the side to go to his trailer.  Alex didn’t try to stop him and when he closed the door behind him, he leaned against the nearest wall.  When had he become the one who walked away?

—–

Maria turned at the sound of footsteps, somehow not surprised to see Michael.  How did he get in time and again passed the locked front doors?  She wasn’t sure whether he was just that good at picking locks, or if he’d stolen a key at some point.

“Let me guess.  You’re closed?”

Maria paused.  Michael’s eyes looked bloodshot, and his aura was screaming of defeat.  Of shattered hope.  “One drink?”

“One drink.  No talking.”  Michael returned.  Her words from the night months ago when he’d comforted her.

Maria nodded, and went behind the bar to pour the promised drink.  Michael had approached the stage, and was picking up the guitar.  “Do you mind?”

Maria shook her head, setting his drink down on the bar top so she could return to her work.  The tune that played out was surprisingly good.  She remembered him jesting about wanting to be a rock star to Arizona, but she supposed she’d never considered if there’d been any truth to it. Had he played guitar when they were younger?  He’d hurt his hand right before graduation, if she remembered right.

When she glanced at the stage, it was obvious Michael was lost in his head.  She was pretty sure he’d completely forgotten her presence in the room.  As the song came to an end, his smile was a mix of relief and pain she wasn’t even sure she could begin to untangle.  He flexed his left hand from the sudden use, drawing her attention to it, and time froze.  His hand was no longer mangled as it had been the past ten years of their lives.  The bones were set right again, and the skin was unscarred.

When he set the guitar down and came to the bar top, she finally looked up at him. “Guerin…”

Michael shook his head.  “Seriously, DeLuca - no talking.”

She’d said that too him, too, if she recalled right. She nodded her understanding, pouring her own drink.  They were sharing space, but Maria was pretty sure they were a thousand miles away from each other in that moment - even as they both raised their glasses and drained them.

Fini

[snickerl]

Elixir Vitae

AU fanfic set around the time of IWTB.

A/N: A somewhat shorter chapter before we enter the final stages.

Find previous chapters here: Chapter I / Chapter II / Chapter III / Chapter IV / Chapter V / Chapter VI / Chapter VII / Chapter VIII / Chapter IX

Chapter X

I wake up in the middle of the night. The clock on the nightstand tells me it’s 4:40 a.m. Being still half asleep, I’m not sure whether what happened earlier in this bed has only been a sweet dream, but then I feel the warmth radiating from her body. My hand finds her curled under the duvet only a few inches away from me and I remember everything. Every word, every touch, every kiss, as well as the grand finale.

When we were out on the porch, relishing our afterglow, a strong certainty manifested itself that we’re going to be just fine. With Scully snuggled into my side, the starry sky above us, a peaceful satisfaction was settling itself upon me because I have all I need to be happy. After we’d talked about the stars, about how they are born and how they die, about how vast the universe is and how small we are in comparison, she fell asleep in my arms and I was allowed to carry her over the threshold and upstairs into the bedroom after all.

I roll onto my side and slide behind her, spooning her from head to toe. I put my arms around her waist and nestle her head under my chin. I inhale deeply through my nose and can’t help noticing the smell of sex on her.

We did it. We mastered yet another crisis.

How many storms have we sailed together? Our bounceback abilities are unmatched. I know we’re not through yet, that Scully is still struggling with her memory loss, and might go on struggling for quite some time, but we found ourselves again. As long as we’re together, we’re unbreakable.

I close my eyes, join in her breathing rhythm, and before I know it, I’m drifting off to sleep again.

Next time I wake up, I do so fairly aware of our nightly lovemaking, only shortly uncertain when I find the spot beside me empty and cold, but her scent is still there. It tells me that it has not been a dream. And then I hear her coming up the stairs, each wooden step creaking even under her light weight.

She walks through the doorframe with a tray in her hands.

“Good morning,” she says, obviously well rested and in high spirits. “I thought you might like some coffee.”

I prop myself up and lean my back against the headboard before I take the mug she’s offering me. “Thanks. Since when are you an early riser?” I ask her.

“Since I’ve forgotten that I’m actually a long sleeper, I guess.”

She chuckles into her coffee mug.

“Come back to bed,” I say, folding back the duvet, hoping she’ll take her robe off and slip under it again.

“I already took a shower,” she objects to my chagrin.

She ties her robe a little tighter, obviously not willing to join me in bed again. She places herself next to me on the covers though, placing herself under my arm, using my chest as her backrest. I would’ve preferred her naked under the sheets with me, but that’s not too bad either.

We sip our coffees in silence for a moment, then she disengages herself out of my embrace, sits upright, and looks at me.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says.

“About what?”

I’m not sure what to expect, that’s why my insides start tying a knot.

She hesitates as if she knew I won’t like what I’m going to hear.

“I want to read the files to our cases.”

I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face.

“No way!” I stress my rejection vehemently shaking my head.

“Please, Mulder!”

“There must be hundreds. There are far too many for you to read,” I try.

I have to talk her out of it. If there was one positive thing related to her amnesia, then it would be the chance to spare her some of the horrible details of her past.

“I don’t have to read all of them. You pick the most important ones and decide in which order and when I read them.”

“No!” I simply say, hoping it sounds like a resolute final answer.

“I know you’re only trying to protect me, but I need to know about our work,” she stubbornly insists.

“Why? There were so many ugly cases. The X-Files didn’t have so much to do with usual police work, Scully. We were confronted with the weirdest circumstances of a crime. I don’t see any good reason why you should be reading them. Anyway, the doctors are saying said your memory mustn’t be triggered, that it has to come back on its own.”

“But it’s not coming back!” She’s yelling now. “Don’t you see that I’m completely lost? The bits of information you’ve been giving me don’t make a whole picture. What you told me about our child, about us working together, about this house, and our relationship…I can’t put the pieces together. I feel like I’m doing one of those brain-teaser puzzles where there’s only one way to build a perfect cube, and I’m trying and trying and trying, but no matter how I assemble the pieces, I’m not able to solve the puzzle. And it's driving me crazy.”

“How would reading the X-Files help you?” I ask, my resistance already crumbling after this outburst of emotions.

“I have the feeling that I’ll find the answers to most of my questions in them.”

“What questions?”

“You told me that there was no other option for me than giving our son up for adoption, and I believe you. But I need to know what led me to that point in my life that I had to give my baby away.” Her voice is tear-stricken but firm. “I have this metal object in my neck and-”

I’m shocked and choke on my coffee. “Where did you get that from?”

“They made a CT scan of my head at the hospital to find out where the amnesia came from. It was clearly visible in the picture.” Her hand goes to her neck. “And I can feel it under my skin.”

“What else?” I ask through gritted teeth. I’m not sure I want to hear it, though.

“I dipped into my medical records, Mulder, and I found out I had nasopharyngeal cancer, an inoperable tumor between my cerebrum and sinus.”

I stare at her. I feel like a bucket of ice-water has been emptied over my head.

“I’m a medical doctor, Mulder. I know that the chances to survive that sort of cancer were zero. How come I’m sitting here next to you, alive and well? I’m in remission for more than ten years now, I’d call that a medical sensation!”

“Scullyyy,” I groan. I’m running out of arguments already and she’s still not done listing the question preying on her mind.

“We used to be city people, Mulder, living within commuting distance from the Hoover building. I know from old letters I found in the little drawer of the bureau in the living room. And now we live here in this unremarkable house, so remote and far away from everybody else, with a locking gate and barbed wire at the property boundary that I’m asking myself whether we’re hiding from someone.”

After catching a short breath she opens her mouth again, but this time I stop her. “Enough!”

She throws me a somewhat unfazed look, eyebrows raised, lips pursed.

“I got it,” I continue, “I got it. It’s just that I hate to see you hurting, and these files will make you, believe me. You have no idea what you’ve been through, what you and I have been through.”

“I don’t want to do this alone. I want you to guide me through this. You decide which files I read and when I read them. I need you with me in this. You’re the only one who can explain things to me. You’re the only one I trust.”

The last sentence puts the final nail in the coffin. I’m going to do it. I’m going to let her get re-acquainted with the X-Files. Goddamnit! How could I have been so naïve to believe I could keep them from her forever?

“Alright then,” I voice my inevitable concession.

She’s relieved but not triumphant that she managed to persuade me. She’s well aware that it’s not going to be an easy read.

“How about I start with our last case? I was taken by a serial killer who held me hostage for almost three months before abandoning me in a parking lot.” Before I can ask her, she explains, “I did some research, Mulder. The internet, newspaper archives, your office.”

“My office?”

“There are newspaper clippings all over the place. It was impossible to oversee the one with the headline ‘Former Female FBI Agent Reported Missing’ circled in red ink.”

“I see.”

You’re a negligent jackass, Mulder!

“Wouldn’t that be a good file to start?”

“Probably, but that particular one is not an X-File. The X-Files were closed several years ago and have never been re-opened. For the better, I guess. The serial killer is just a regular VCU case.”

I chuckle bitterly. 'Just a regular VCU’ case, as if this alone made the whole thing less ugly and cruel.

“Why were you involved in that case anyway if it wasn’t an X-File?”

“The agent in charge knew me from when I’d been a profiler with Violent Crimes before I transferred to the X-Files. They were at a dead end with the case and he asked me for help. How could I say no? Innocent women were being abducted and killed.”

“Why wasn’t I killed?” she asks oddly detached as if she wasn’t talking about herself.

Okay, Mulder, yet another story you have to tell her where being associated with you turned her into a victim. There will be the day she realizes that tarrying with you has been the biggest mistake of her life.

Her eyebrows hit the hairline while I keep her waiting for my answer. And that look she shoots me…oh, how I know that look! 'Spit it out, Mulder,’ it says. She knows that I’m hiding something from her and she won’t let me off the hook until I tell her. She never has. So I give up my resistance, not without heaving a deep sigh though.

“You weren’t his type.”

Nice try, but you don’t really believe she’ll content herself with this, do you?

“Why did he take me then?”

If the earth opened up under me and swallowed me just now, I wouldn’t mind.

“Mulder?”

“Yeah, well, you were…”

Instead of completing the sentence, I clear my throat, and, eventually, she’s run out of patience. “You don’t want to tell me that with abducting me he actually meant to affect you.”

I close my eyes and groan.

Do you have any idea how this makes me feel, Scully?

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

I open my eyes and bore them into her.

“Yesss, you are right!” I hiss, sharply emphasizing every single word. “That freak waited for you in our house, bore down upon you in the kitchen, dragged you through the living room, and took you. He held you captive for three months, did God only knows what to you to erase your memory, and left you at a deserted parking lot at a freezingly cold night to die. All of this, to punish me for having hunted him. And you know what, Scully?” I’ve talked myself into a rage that much that I just can’t stop, “it wasn’t the first time you were taken and harmed because somebody wanted to teach me a lesson. You were used as leverage on me so often that I really can’t understand why you haven’t sent me to hell ever.”

My outburst isn’t intimidating her one bit. She looks at me, all composed and calm. “I guess, I didn’t want those sons of bitches to get through with it, and…” She presses her lips together and shrugs. Turning away from me, she purrs, “I must have been madly in love with you.”

I don’t realize my jaw has dropped until she stands right in front of me again, lifts her hand to my chin, and pushes it shut.

“Madly in love, huh?” I manage to mumble.

“Nothing else would explain it,” she supplies in such a casual tone, looking me deadly serious in the face, that I have to chuckle.

“That was a masterstroke, wasn’t it?” I supply, mentally patting myself on the shoulder.

“What was?”

“That I made you fall madly in love with me.”

“Hmmm…” she purses her lips and furrows her brows in a gesture so overtly mocking me, I feel beamed back to the time when she used to comment on the wild theories I was supplying just like this.

She takes a few steps away from me, then stops in her tracks, turns around, folds her arms in front of her chest, lifts her chin, and scrutinizes me from head to toe before adding, “who says it wasn’t me who checkmated you?”

Now my eyebrows are taking a hike. I’m speechless.

“I’ve been told that first time we landed in bed was on my initiative. What if this was the final strategic stroke of a long-term plan to make you fall in love with me?…Madly.”

Jesus, how I love 'Playful Scully’!

I made acquaintance with this side of her the day after our first night of love. When I woke up, she was already gone, a note on the nightstand telling me she’d meet me at Skinner’s office at 9 a.m. for our weekly meeting with him. When I approached Skinner’s desk later that morning, my pulse hitting the ceiling, she was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk in her shortest and tightest skirt, her legs crossed for it to ride high up her thigh. She smiled innocently at me, piercing right through me with her steel-blue eyes, and asked me in the most business-like tone, 'You look a bit exhausted, Mulder. Rough night?’ And then she crossed her legs the other way to let me see the lace top of her tights. My mind was racing and my throat was so dry, I wasn’t able to answer any of Skinner’s questions for the following ten minutes.

Later on, when I asked her why she’d tortured me like that she just countered, 'if you want last night to have a sequel, you better learn to put up a poker face in front of Skinner, because today, Agent Mulder, you gave a very poor performance.’

Of course, I wanted our first time to be followed by many sequels, so I was fast in developing a technique to keep my hormones in check at work. It involved picturing her with that green beauty mask she’d put on her face during the undercover assignment that made us act as a couple. My next meeting with Skinner must’ve gone better because the topic didn’t come up again. It didn’t keep my partner-slash-lover seated across from me at our desk from undoing a button to let me get a glimpse of a red lace bra, though, or from coating her voluptuous lips with the red lipstick I adored so much and licking them while at a debriefing with our boss.

Cruel Scully. Intoxicating Scully.

My heart aches for that Scully. I miss her so very much.

to be continued

[imagineyourewiththem-blog]

Tequila Tuesday (Noah Foster x Reader)

This is my first Fanfic ever ! 

(y/n)- your name   (e/c)- eye color     Italics- Dialogue

Somehow you had survived this long. You could’ve never done it without them.

Noah and Audrey, your best friends. Not brave enough to completely join the school’s most popular pretty kids, you found Noah and Audrey to be quite similar to you giving you a feeling of belonging with the makeshift family of the Lakewood seven. You had an interest in all things pop culture which led to scary movie marathons at Noah’s and all night film-athons, where Audrey rolled the camera and all your shenanigans were immortalized onto her SD card’s memory. You helped Noah with his podcasts and the darker stuff wasn’t ignored either. You had been there for Audrey when Rachel passed, and did whatever you could for Noah after Riley. One by one your friends were slaughtered by Piper and she had finally gotten hers. Everything had calmed down. Which was both a positive and a negative. With life back to normal you had to face reality. 

The reality being that you were in love with Noah. 

Audrey knew of course. As every meetup with you guys grew more awkward because of you, she noticed the blushing and awkward body language. She didn’t want to embarrass you on a hunch so she observed further. She noticed the longing gazes in class and the change in the gleam of your eye when he told his dorky jokes. She hesitated at her locker after you both bid Noah a goodbye as he hurried to class. “Really (y/n) falling for Murder nerd here. We both know you could do better.” Your (e/c) eyes grew wide as a light blush spread throughout your cheeks. “ I-I mean what haha” you laughed nervously. “I don’t even know - ha I mean you have the-” “wrong idea?” Audrey finished your sputtering for you. “oh no” You covered your face with your hands. “Am I that obvious?” You peeked out of your hands with one eye to gauge your bestie’s response. “no,” she shrugged “I just know you” “you’re not mad or anything right” You needed Audrey’s approval. She laughed at how cute you were being. “No (y/n) we both know he’d be very lucky to have you.” You sighed. “I don’t even know why we’re talking about it though. Zoe is totally into him and she’s super smart and gorgeous and I- I could never compete with that.” Audrey looked at you disapprovingly. “Don’t say that you’re smart and funny and I like you better. We all know my vote counts most.” She winked. You laughed and hugged Audrey. “Thanks but please don’t tell him I wanna do it myself.” “As you wish m’lady.” Audrey stepped to the side and made a gesture for you to pass her towards class. You smiled as you walked side by side through the halls. 

Confessing to Audrey had you thinking about it even more now in the worst place possible, psychology class. You received last weeks quizzes back. You peeked over Zoe’s shoulder to see what she got. A higher score then you: how reassuring. Noah and Zoe took control of the floor most often in the class challenging each other practically oozing sexual tension making you want to vomit. You tried to give as much input as you could. You did however, make a fine statement which persuaded Ms. Lang to award you a compliment. Noah turned and smiled proudly at you, making your heart flutter, as you gave him a joking shrug. 

“Its gonna be super fun! Should I bring a present?” You wondered. Emma had just invited you, Audrey, and Noah to Kieran’s surprise birthday party and you were more than ready to do anything closely resembling normal teenage life. “(y/n) please. Don’t worry about it. Just bring whoever you want and I’ll see you tonight. Please remember it’s a surprise so keep it on the D.L.” You gave the survivor girl a enthusiastic thumbs up before she went to spread the word. You turned to Audrey and Noah. “You guys this is gonna be so fun” “As long as I’m not left alone on a floating dock again I’m pumped.” “Sorry about that.” You turned to him. “I know I should’ve paid closer attention” “Oh no!” Noah stuttered and scratched the back of his head. “that wasn’t- I didn’t mean…… So are you gonna ask anyone,” Noah inquired all of a sudden. “No way! all I need is my two besties by my side,” you joked, putting your arms around their shoulders. “My house at 8?” you suggested. Noah ducked under your arm and looked down. “Well uh I was actually thinking about asking Zoe so we’ll see you there?” Your smile fell from your face immediately. Audrey cut in for you, “Ha you’ll be missing out on all the fun” “Y-yeah,” you strained. Noah gave you an apologetic look and walked off. “He’s missing out (y/n) don’t worry about it,” Audrey tried her best to cheer you up. “Mm” you responded sadly. 

Fast forward hours and everything was complete chaos. Kids barfing everywhere, your friends nowhere to be found, and you worried for your own health. You’d done three shots of Jake’s gift and the effects still hadn’t taken hold of you yet meaning they’d hit you like a truck later. You tried to get tabs on everyone. Brooke and Stavo were in the bedroom, Emma and Kieran were gone, and just as you were about to locate your best friends. BOOM. right smack dab in the middle of the entry way they were all making out with each other. Zoe was spouting nonsense about energies and Audrey was asking questions and saying Rachel’s name at the end. You grabbed Audrey first finding a large bowl and a blanket. She got a spot on the couch. Zoe was next, she got a dining room chair also with the same accommodations. Finally you dragged Noah up to a bedroom and sat next to him on the bed. “Noah! Noah!” you shook him trying to force his coherence. Then all of a sudden, you felt a haziness cloud your vision as you fought to keep your eyes open. The room spinning while your hand grasped Noah. It was the only thing that confirmed to you it wasn’t real. You grabbed the bucket you had handed to Noah as you felt yourself about to violently puke. You made it into the bathroom, not wanting Noah to see, before you started to vomit nonstop. You barely had time to breath in between one fit and another. Your throat was raw and you were hallucinating all kinds of things. You had no clue how much time had passed before you were done vomiting. Just because your stomach acids were done escaping your throat didn’t mean any of the hallucinations ended. You washed your mouth, the water feeling different, before you stumbled back to the room where Noah was asleep. You tried to shake him awake. You had been through too much and seen too much too even risk any of your friends being in danger. Tears were falling down your face as you tried to wake him to no avail. You felt yourself slipping into the blackness truly fearing for your life as well as everyone’s at the party.

You woke up to Noah leaning over you calling your name. You came to and threw your arms around him. “You’re okay. Thank god,” you breathed clutching on to his scrawny warm frame. He hugged you back as you tried to recall what happened. You remembered the three way make out first. “That was a misunderstanding,” he defended himself. “You were passed out and I was afraid you weren’t gonna wake up.” He looked away. “What is it?” you asked horrified. “I think you were hallucinating because I was awake. You were just gripping onto me and rocking us back and forth saying how you never wanted to lose me and how….. and how you loved me.” “Oh,” was all you could respond. “I know we were drugged pretty bad last night but did you- did you mean any of it.” You sighed and pressed your palm to his cheek. “It’s okay I know you like Zoe.” He grabbed your wrist and guided it towards his chest. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s true Noah. I love you,” you finally confessed. “(y/n) I-” he started before you cut him off. “You don’t have to-” “let me finish,” he pleaded. You sat back silently awaiting his answer, noticing his chest rise and fall with his breaths and his hair matted and sticking up all over the place; not forgetting to see where his eyes were, which at the moment were staring into yours. “I noticed things change a between us awhile ago and I didn’t want to push you or assume so when you didn’t say anything I thought I was overthinking and convinced myself that you could never feel that way about me. I said it’d probably be better if I tried to get over you. But now that I know….. I’ve loved you for a long time (y/n). Ever since you constantly came to the rescue and comforted us I couldn’t deny anything about the chemistry we have.” He paused and smiled nervously. “You’re also kind of funny, smart, and amazing,” he quickly mumbled. “What was that?” you teased. “I said you’re f-” You didn’t let him repeat his complements as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. Your mind and body relaxing as he pulled you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heart beat fluttered and you felt him smiling against your lips. 

As you lied down with him, head now on his chest, he had something to say. “So it really took you being drugged to confess your feeling for me,” he joked. “What a tequila Tuesday,” you observed. “Yesterday was Friday,” he corrected you, knowing it would only aggravate you. You pulled him in for a rough quick kiss. “Yeah yeah.”

It was the very next day that a new killer announced himself on the school stage via Jake. With your hand tightly gripping Noah’s you shared an intense look with both your best friend’s. That look communicating a vow to each other that whoever decided to mess with your town and family would have another thing coming.