#anyway where do i sign up for someone to bring me multiple cakes please???

[lazzarella]

Birthday cake for Aou on the set of Perfect 10 Liners

And a video of Boom bringing the cake to him (the second of three—I think—he brought to Aou over two days XD)

Some other videos capturing this moment (and subsequent shenanigans):

One

Two

Three

[gayfrenchtoast]

Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

[justme92297]

HC: Kissing Under the Mistletoe (New Dateables)

I want to apologize for how long this took me, but I also want to be realistic to the people who decided to follow me. I told in my bio that I am not a consistent writer and this prompt took me a bit, because I wrote Barbatose's story 5 different times, because I would finish one section and come up with an idea I liked better and wanted to incorporate it. As you might have been able to tell, I had to quit or this would never be posted. Anyway enjoy.

TW: I still don't think so, but if any it would be kissing. Reader: Gender Neutral.

Diavolo:

Human world traditions? Sign him up. Seriously, after a day or two of Lucifer not budging on a holiday party, you knew what to do. Go to Diavolo in the middle of RAD and mention how you have been trying to convince Lucifer. He can’t say no to this man, and you will get your party. Diavolo didn’t know about the mistletoe tradition, but just thought it was cute when you explained to him why the boys hanged mistletoe everywhere.

Diavolo didn’t plan on kissing you, he knew that Barbatos and Lucifer would have some remarks about his prince image, but when the opportunity present himself, isn’t it his duty to welcome human world traditions in open arms and respect? Shouldn’t he participate to show how much he wants to unify the realms? That’s why when Diavolo stated he wanted to practice his selfie skills with you and take a picture to remember this day he didn’t see what would be wrong with perfectly placing you under the door way next to the tree. That tree that you and Levi spent decorating, and at least has 2 mistletoes around it. Right when Diavolo went to take the picture was when he stole a kiss.

His kiss was shocking to say the least, sparks felt like they were engulfing your body in the brief moment of the kiss.

~After looking back at the photo disappointment couldn’t comprehend the emotion he was feeling. He thought that he was going to have a memento of that night and participating in a human world tradition. However, when looking at the photo he couldn’t tell between the blurry shifty photo of the wall of HoL. Lucifer and Barbatos was more than pleased that the only photographic evidence of what happened was illegible.

Barbatos:

Walking down the corridors of RAD, you couldn’t help to skip a bit, with getting the green light to host the party, it is time for planning and preparation. Saying that you paid attention in class would be a lie, but at the end of the day you figured out what everyone would be tasked to do, and you put yourself on the food part to make sure that the party still maintains a human world feel. After planning the menu you still had one problem. The drinks. You want something classic to make Lucifer and some nonwild individuals comfortable but with a fun spin to still keep the others happy. You needed Barbatos’s help.

When Barbatos arrived you asked if he could taste the drink to see if you got the recipe correct. That’s when Solomon walked in. Barbatos saw the mess happen. He knew that throwing that fruit cake was not an accident, and as a way to reward the sacrifice that you made he decided to help clean up the scattered bits of cake and broken plate before Solomon could think of a way to fix his dessert. Helping out and cleaning was something that wasn’t expected but also wasn’t that surprised.

Gathering all the pieces into the trash, Barbatos came up behind you near the cauldron stove, lit with spiced devil cider, he asked if he could taste the specialty drink now. Holding your breath you tried to spot a reaction from the poised devil. Looking at the spices around the cauldron, you see that he added a bit more cinnamon, some more anise and stirred. Bringing the wooden spoon to your lips “try this now.” A harmony of the flavors couldn’t mask the feel of Barbatos against your lips. “There it should be perfect now.” With that Barbatos went back to the group seeing if Diavolo needed anything.

Barbatos’s kiss was reserved. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to show too much affection in public yet. He knows what could be, but that doesn’t always mean that this is the timeline that has his desired outcome, and he knows to respect you and your choices.

~Barbatos wouldn’t normally be someone to show so much affection in a somewhat public area, which is why Simeon and Luke needed to take a moment to actually realize what had happened. Luke was wondering if you were okay, and if you needed some mouthwash, or something stronger to get rid of a demons kiss. Simeon on the other hand was trying to stop Luke from invading in your personal time and telling him that if you really needed help there are multiple people here ready to rush to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon actually didn’t kiss you the day of the party. After seeing everyone avoiding Asmo, or trying to execute their plan to kiss you, Simeon thought it would be best if he didn’t attempt but give you a person you wouldn’t have to worry about during the party, however he wasn’t going to miss the chance if it presented itself to him again, and that is just what he planned on making sure happened.

Simeon showed up the next day to help clean up, knowing full well that most of the boys would need a morning or a day to recuperate before trying to do anything productive. So with some of Luke’s homemade cookies in hand he knocked on the HoL doors expecting only you to be awake.

During clean up Simeon and you became a pair of cleaning and straightening heroes. Placing pillows and blankets in the correct places, grabbing all the dishes into the sink to start washing them, Simeon offered to help dry and put away. Turning you head to thank him, you two started discussing how the party went and wanted to make sure that each other had fun. “I saw that a lot of people kissed you MC.” “Yeah, it’s a human world tradition, when you are under a mistletoe your are suppose to kiss.” “Aren’t we under one now?” Looking up to see that there has been a mistletoe above this sink the whole time Simmeon leans down to meet your lips.

If an angel’s food cake could be transformed into a kiss, this would be that kiss. Simeon’s kiss was light and made you want to melt against him, sadly it was quick.

~Without realizing it Simeon’s D.D.D was taking a video when he placed it by the sink. To this day. Simeon still does not know about the video.

Luke:

N/a

Solomon:

You knew Solomon was trying, you knew that he was just trying to follow human world customs and bring some food to the party. You knew Solomon just didn’t know how bad his cooking actually is. What you didn’t know was how to dispose of this multi-dimension time-shiftng poison before anyone could eat the spicy devil fruit “cake”.

Solomon wanted to walk with you into the kitchen to make sure that you have a place at the table that can fit this monstrosity, when Solomon noticed the mistletoe hanging over the door way. Twirling you around Solomon kissed you. While Solomon’s kiss was nice, you found it to be your perfect opportunity and drop the cake, purposefully face down with as much force as you could muster.

Kissing Solomon was an experience. Solomon’s lips started out hard with little movement, where he softly started to kiss you and started to slowly back away. His kiss felt like you could be here for eternity, but only think it was a second, and you are not quite sure if that is due to magic, the interesting technique he used, or a different reason.

~All of the brothers saw this happening, and you should be thankful that Barbatos took you away so you could avoid the yelling, threatening, and maniacal giggling that was happening in the next room. When Solomon got back to Purgatory Hall you made sure that his enchantments and locks were strong against his room.

[sapphic-yearning-lesbian]

This is chapter two (Chapter one)

Nurse Namaari struggles with the idea of visiting her past patient Raya, but caves.

Warnings: Brief mentions of addiction, and survivor’s guilt. 

Word Count: 2533

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Three days later

Namaari was sitting in her office writing reports when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," She said as the door slowly opened.

"Hello, It's Sisu; I'm a Psych nurse, we've seen each other multiple times around the ER, but you officially meet me while I was comforting Raya, a past patient of yours. Could I possibly speak with you?" Sisu confidently states while poking her head through the crack of the door.

Namaari raised an eyebrow, shocked to see Sisu at her door. Nevertheless, she nodded. How could she forget that day? Raya's pale body...Sisu's screams...

Snap out of it!

Because of Hippa, Namaari was not allowed to check on Raya. Once a patient leaves the ER, they are no longer her patients, and she has no say in their care, and nine times out of ten, she'll never know if they survived. "Of course. Come take a seat," She finally answers as she motions with her hands that Sisu sits across from her.

Sisu nervously walks over to the chair, sitting down. She looks at a Namaari whose eyes are locked on her purple ones. She chuckles. "This isn't me talking to a coworker, okay. This is me talking to my friend about another friend." Sisu states as she watches Namaari's eyebrows raise before she nods yes, "Raya is in the cardiovascular/pulmonary unit. She survived the emergency surgery! She's still recovering, but she has made it clear she wants the gorgeous nurse that saved her life to visit her."

Namaari was extremely relieved but also confused. "Wait, what? She isn't your girlfriend?" Namaari asked as Sisu's face turned bright red, and she burst out in laughter.

"Hahaha, no! We dated for like a week during nursing school, but we never clicked romantically; We've been best friends ever since tho." Sisu managed to say between her laughter. Once she was able to control herself, she continued talking, "Anyways, she is in the J6 unit in the room: J601," Sisu says with a smirk before standing up from the chair; walking to the door, before stopping to say, "If you visit her, don't do it as a nurse. She's not looking for another member of her health care team. She wants to get to know the YOU who isn't a nurse." With that said, Sisu walks out, closing the door behind her.

Namaari sits at her desk, even more confused. She leans into her chair, thinking for a moment. She really found this girl alluring in every sense, but how was she supposed to chase after a girl she talked to for two minutes before she practically died in her arms. Not practically! She did die!

Maybe that's the reason.

What a great love story would it be...

When Namaari finished her shift three days ago, she broke down: She hadn't cried like that in years! She does remember crying somewhat similarly when she lost her first patient five years ago, but it was a different kind of sadness.

The truth is death was something Namaari had grown accustomed to. Of course, she felt emotional distress when a patient died, but when Raya flatlined; It shattered her.

She often found herself running through the event over and over in her head, trying to pinpoint how she didn't realize the gasps for air between Raya's flirting, where she struggled to breathe.

She should have seen the signs.

She should have realized Raya's heart was straining itself to keep her alive; that's why her blood pressure and pulse skyrocketed before they plummeted.

No matter how many times she runs the scenario in her head, she always blames herself.

When in reality, Namaari is excellent at her job. She has ample experience and education.

Yes, Raya's smile ultimately left her defenseless, but Namaari stood her ground.

Yes, Namaari's heart was fluttering for her patient, but she still put those feelings aside to save her life. Maybe she should stop scolding herself and accept that life is unpredictable.

And one thing holds true: Namaari felt immense attraction for Raya, but she still acted professionally.

Namaari blinked a few times, trying to pull herself out of her thoughts before bringing her hands up to her face, gently rubbing circles into her temples. "What has she done to you?". She asked herself as she laughed and looked at the time; 4 PM, her shift will be over in three hours. After her shift finishes, she'll shower quickly in the staff showers and change into clean scrubs. She scoffs when she realizes she'll have to wear blueberry-colored scrubs; that's the only colored scrubs the hospital provides.

The hospital has their staff color-coded, adult nurses wear grey scrubs, child nurses wear pink, x-ray technicians wear black, pharmacists and phlebotomists wear light blue, nursing assistants wear burgundy, and surgical residents wear blueberry-colored scrubs. Actually, most residents wear blueberry scrubs, but most commonly, you'll see surgical residents marching around the hospital in their blueberry scrubs.

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"OWW OWW OWWW," Raya screams as a surgical resident removes the chest tube that was once allowing the excess air pooled in her chest cavity to escape her body, caused by her collapsed lung. It was no longer needed as the punched lung was fixed during her emergency surgery; they should have taken it out before but hadn't, fearing her lung could collapse again.

Raya felt utterly stupid. She was an extraordinary nurse, and she knew the signs of a collapsed lung, pneumothorax, but she ignored them.

If she thinks back to that day in the ER, she can vividly remember her chest burning in pain; shortness of breath, lightheadedness, an elevated pulse, and finally, the icing on the cake, her left shoulder hurt: All tale signs that her broken rib punctured her lung. Yet, she chose to ignore the warnings.

At least now, she can fully understand the power of adrenaline on someone's mind and body. It can genuinely make you believe that severe pain is minimal and that you'll be okay.

"Sorry, Ms.Hart. Do you want me to press on your magic pain button" The resident stated, causing Raya to stare back at them with frowning eyebrows before nodding no.

Raya was given a medicine button she can press for narcotics every so often, but she was trying not to press the button unless she really needed to. She knows firsthand how quickly people can get addicted to those meds.

The resident chuckled. "Sorry, I forgot you're a nurse, and I don't need to call it a magic button." Raya faked a smile before chuckling. She wasn't trying to be mean at all, but she hated being on the other side. Raya loved being the nurse, and suddenly she's the patient.

The resident smiled once more before excusing themselves out.

"You can stop fake smiling now," Sisu said.

She was curled up on a couch against the window. She had her eyes closed as she was sleeping. "Ughhh, I'm going to be late to my shift," She said, opening her eyes, noticing the clock on the wall before standing up from the couch, where she stretched before smiling. "Nightshift is the bestttt" She joked as she folded the sheets she was using to sleep.

"You must be exhausted! You haven't left the hospital in three days because of your back and forth from your shifts to watching me!! Go home, sleep in your own bed, and shower with shampoo that actually cleans your hair because your hair looks a mess right now." Raya sighed as she sat up in the bed, looking at Sisu with pleading eyes.

"You're my best friend, Raya!" Sisu stated as she finished folding the sheets and turned to look at Raya with tears beginning to pool in her eyes. "You dead...I watched you die." She exhaled as solo tears escaped her eyes; she quickly wiped them away with her thumbs.

Raya was looking at Sisu with sorrow and regret. She knew getting into a fight with Tong was stupid, and they didn't mean to injure each other terribly, but somehow they did. However, she knew she couldn't keep this conversation going as Sisu had 10 minutes to get to the psych department for her shift. So instead, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Note to self! Never die again." This statement caused Sisu to chuckle as she picked up her overnight bag; that holds her clean scrubs.

Sisu quickly walks over to Raya, side hugging her gently to not hurt her before pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. "I got to go. If anything happens, please call my office, okay! I MEAN IT." She stated firmly before running out the door.

Raya sighed before she burst out in tears. She had been playing strong for Sisu, but she was in shock. She was sure her best friend knew, but Raya really wasn't ready to talk about it. Raya knew deep down that she was having survives guilt, an overpowering and almost dominating emotion.

Her tears soon became sobs, and she felt her body begin to shake. She knew it was a panic attack, so she began to take deep breaths to calm herself.

Eventually, the trembling stopped while her tears persisted; her body was weakened by the energy needed to cry. She was also physically distressed now as each sob caused a painful sting to travel up her spine.

So she finally pressed her medicine button.

As time went by, her tears lessened, and her pain was managed. Soon enough, she found herself drifting off to sleep.

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"You're the girlfriend?" Some unknown voice asked.

"Yeah, sure." She heard Namaari's voice hesitantly answer. "I've been in here for an hour, and she just doesn't wake up. Is everything okay?"

The other voice hummed as the conversation amused her. "I'm looking at her patient chart, and it only says to release personal information to Sisudatu." The unknown voice said,  probably her night nurse. "HIPPA Man. I wanna help you, but--"

"Yea, I know. It was worth a try, though." Namaari answered, sighing.

"She's just tired. Look closely at her face; maybe you can figure out why she is so exhausted--ANYWAY, press on the call light if you need anything, or poke your head outside the door. Great to meet you...girlfriend Namaari." The nurse chuckled; it was clear she didn't believe that.

Raya so badly wanted to open her eyelids, but they felt so heavy. She tried to speak, but she was too tired to make words. So as she heard Namaari sit on the chair next to her bed, gently grabbing her call button (that's also a tv remote), turning it on. With the very little energy she had, she smiled as she drifted to sleep once again.

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Nammari woke up curled up in a chair. She looked to her left, seeing a snoring Raya in her patient bed. She smiled, noticing the puffy eyes were gone.

When she came in yesterday around eight pm, she found Raya passed out with red puffy eyes. Tears had stained her cheeks, and her eyebrows frowned. Namaari knew she probably cried herself to sleep before she got there; she even tried to confirm it with her night nurse but to no avail. She yawned as she brought her left hand up to her eye level to look at her watch. 7:30 AM.

She lightly rubbed her tired eyes as someone burst into the room. She removed her hands from her eyes, spotting a very tired Sisu pulling the curtain open. Once Sisu noticed her, a wide smile spread on her face; she turned and noticed Raya was sleeping, so she whispered, "Hey, Namaari. Great to see you! Did you just get here?" She said excitedly as she yawned, placing her bag on the floor; Quickly shuffling to the couch that folds out to a bed.

"I came yesterday, but she was sleeping. It looked like she shouldn't be left alone, so I kinda fell asleep here," Namaari replied as she watched Sisu unfold some sheets, probably getting ready to sleep, she presumed. "I don't work today. I can stay with her..." She began to say as Sisu's eyes shot up from the couch to meet her's with a massive grin on her face.

"Are you completely sure?" Sisu asked, raising an eyebrow. Namaari noticed the eyebags and the apparent exhaustion. She nodded yes before opening her mouth to speak but was cut off by another voice. Raya's voice.

The voice Namaari's been repeatedly hearing in her mind. Precisely when Raya called her a 'godly woman.' Thinking back to that moment made her blush.

"She's... *yawn* ...giving you... *yawn* ..an out.. *yawn* ...take it," Raya stuttered as her eyelids fluttered open. She noticed Namaari first on her right and smiled but brought her gaze back to her best friend. "Go home. It's been four days now. I'm okay."

Sisu tilted her head to the side, looking at Raya with knowing eyes. She turned to look at Namaari. "Raya had a panic attack after I left. That's why she was so exhausted; I'm assuming it's survivor's guilt, but I'm her best friend, so I'm not allowed to evaluate her." Sisu said while crossing her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows before turning her gaze to Raya. "I'm scared to leave again," She admitted as her tone became soft.

"I'm very much capable of taking care of her," Namaari stated. She knew this current situation was unusual. Truthfully a part of her wanted to leave, believing she didn't deserve even a slimmer of a chance of happiness. However, something kept her there—the desire to TRY and get to know Raya.

Namaari was very self-aware that if she let the opportunity of getting to know Raya personally slip, she would always wonder, what if . Because the truth is, if it doesn't work out, then she can at least say she tried.

Sisu uncrossed her arms and looked over at Namaari. "As a friend?" Sisu questioned Namaari, "Or as a nurse?"

Namaari chuckled. "I'm not part of her medical staff," She stated as she raised her hands in defeat. "I'm here as a friend."

"I thought you said we were girlfriends tho? Or was I dreaming?" Raya randomly blurted, both the other girls looking at her. Sisu's face showing confusion, and Namaari's embarrassment.

"OKAYYY, that's my queue to leave! Tong should be here around 2 PM so you can go home, Namaari." Sisu said, winking at Raya before grabbing her bag and walking out of the room.

Namaari's heart was beating faster, realizing she was alone with Raya. Her cheeks burning as if they were on fire. She turned to look at her and found she was already staring and smiling at her. "Was it a dream?" Raya asked again as she slowly sat up, clutching her chest.

"No, it wasn't a dream," Namaari whispered as she brought her hands down, looking at them.

Namaari was unsure how the next few hours would unveil. All she was certain of was:

She is sitting in a past patient's room.

She agreed to stay for hours.

She's highly attracted to this patient.

She thinks she's lost her dam mind.

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I’m already working on the next chapter. It should be up in the next coming days. But realistically once I finish it; I’ll post it.

[pennamesmith]

For Want of a Skeletor

Entrapta hosts a Princess Alliance meeting at the Crypto Castle and absolutely nothing goes wrong. More Skeletor stories!

*

The lights were on late in Dryl. 

Stars shone outside the windows. Entrapta sat hunched over her desk, studying datapads and readouts. A polite cough from the laboratory door caused her to look up from her work.

“Oh! I’m sorry Hordak, did I wake you?”

Her partner stepped softly into the room and shook his head. “Imp did. You know how he gets when either of us take too long to come to bed.” 

Hordak crossed the cluttered floor and joined Entrapta at the desk. He was holding Imp in his arms, and the smaller, winged clone whined plaintively when he saw her. Entrapta kept her screens on, but leaned gratefully into Hordak’s side and curled a tendril of hair around his waist. She yawned, despite herself. 

“I know. I just want to make sure I get everything right before the other princesses come over tomorrow.” She glanced back at the data, nervously tapping her fingertips together. “I’ve never hosted an Alliance meeting before! And this rescue will be our biggest mission since… well, you know. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

Hordak smiled. “Your diligence is admirable. But I also seem to recall someone telling me that imperfections are beautiful.”

Entrapta stuck out her tongue. “No fair.” 

“I’m afraid the science is sound. Come to bed, my dear.” 

The scientist scoffed, but she did not protest when Hordak gathered her up in his arms. She wrapped more of her hair around him, and Imp settled sleepily in the resulting nest. Entrapta could already feel herself drifting. 

“You will be a shining star tomorrow,” Hordak promised, as he carried his family back to rest. 

“Tomorrow,” echoed Imp.

*

The next day saw the Crypto Castle’s largest meeting room filled with princesses, dignitaries, and other honorary Alliance members. While Scorpia and Perfuma admired the tiny refreshments laid out for everyone, Mermista split her time between groaning at Sea Hawk’s boasts and trying every available chair to find the most comfortable one. Glimmer and Bow stepped uneasily around the edges of the room, watching carefully for anything that might be a trap, and Frosta followed their lead. Netossa and Spinnerella tried their best to find a chair Swift Wind could sit in. 

Adora and Catra, wearing increasingly baffled expressions, were conversing with two domestic-looking robots who sat at the head of the table next to Entrapta. One was tall and skinny, and the other wore a welded-on handlebar mustache. 

“Entrapta has parents?” Catra was asking, her face a galaxy of disbelief. 

“Adopted, technically. Or adapted,” the skinnier bot explained. “We’re Entrapta’s parental units. She built us when she was six. You must have seen the painting in the foyer.” 

“Yeah, we’ve been here pretty much the whole time,” the mustachioed model added. “You kids sure made a racket during your last few visits. What was that all about?” 

“Uh,” Adora faltered. 

To her immense relief, Hordak swept into the room at that very moment, flanked by Imp, Emily, and the reprogrammed Horde drone Entrapta had dubbed ‘Skeletor.’ 

“Welcome, everyone,” Hordak boomed, bringing the gathering to a respectful hush. 

“Witless fools! I’m in charge now! And if you know what’s good for you you’ll do as I say!” Skeletor shouted. 

Hordak scowled and shooed the fussing robot away from the table. “Pay no mind to that one,” he grumbled once he’d regained the floor. “Now then. Please allow me the honor of introducing the unparalleled mind who has made this operation possible, Princess Entrapta.” 

“Thank you all for coming!” Entrapta started, while everyone took their seats. “I know you’re all excited about what we’re planning, but there’s still a lot of preparation to do before we can take off. As the chief science officers for this mission, it’s vital that Hordak and I gather as much data on your abilities as possible! Interdimensional travel is severely unpredictable and —” 

“Hold on,” Mermista interrupted. “Exactly how high are the chances of us getting mutated by cosmic space energy or whatever? Because I only want cool mutations, not gross ones.” 

“Maybe thirty, thirty-five percent?” Entrapta guessed. She shrugged. “A lot of this is theoretical. You guys will be like my guinea pigs! By which I mean the small robotic animals in the castle I protect and care for. And experiment on, sometimes.” 

She laughed heartily. Glimmer and Bow shared a nervous glance. Perfuma turned slightly green. 

Entrapta regained her composure and pointed back to the display board. “Ahem. Anyway, the good news is we already know some things about where we’re going! Probably.” She shuffled her notes, gaining confidence as she spoke.

“Before Adora found the Sword of Protection, historians debated ancient records of She-Ra. Some claimed she was called ‘Her-Ra’ and fought for the ‘Power of Grayskull.’ But I theorize that what those archaeologists actually uncovered was evidence of —”

“I have a question!” Frosta yelled. “Will there be hunky guys in the other dimension? I’m asking for a friend.”

“It’s funny you mention that, actually,” Entrapta replied. “Listen, just let me finish and…” 

Unfortunately, anxious impatience had already gripped the assembled Alliance members. They clamored with questions, all talking at the same time. Entrapta shrank back in her seat and pulled her welding mask down, seeming to reach for something under the table. 

Hordak stood up. Just as it looked like he was about to do something violent, a loud alarm sounded and the lights in the room flashed red. 

“Uh-oh.” Entrapta glanced around at the assembled company. “Um, get ready to tuck and roll everybody!”

“Get ready to what?” Mermista cried out, but it was already too late. Multiple trap doors swung open across the meeting room floor, and with flailing limbs and startled shouts the guests were sent tumbling down chutes in every direction. In moments they had all vanished.

“I always feel so much better after doing something bad!” Skeletor cackled. “Now we begin phase two!” 

*

Adora and Catra, who had clung to each other as they fell, landed with a bump in a darkened, underground space. As soon as they arrived, bright lights flickered to life and a huge screen lit up against the wall. 

Entrapta’s face appeared on the monitor, larger than life. “Oh good! You’re alive,” she chirped when she saw the other two. 

Adora clambered to her feet. “Entrapta! What’s going on?” 

The scientist glanced away. “Well, I guess Skeletor didn’t like that we were ignoring him. So he stole my map of the castle and activated the security systems! Which means we’re all lost in the labyrinth until I can catch him. Isn’t that great?” 

“It’s something,” Catra groaned, rubbing her head. 

“Exactly! Now, without my map I can’t come find you. But if you can make it through the traps, the hallway you’re in should take you back to the meeting room. Then you’ll be safe until I can fix things!” 

The screen dimmed again before Catra or Adora could protest. Left with few other options, they turned to get a good look at whatever dangers lay ahead. 

They were standing at one end of a long corridor. Square blocks floated along its length, suspended in midair with anti-gravitational tech. An interrogative punctuation mark flashed on one, while a squat robot with painted-on angry eyebrows shambled slowly back and forth beneath it. 

Catra took it all in. “You have got to be kidding.” 

Adora had already drawn her sword and begun to venture forward. Catra was about to follow her, when something made her ears flick. A suspicious frown crossed her face.

“Hey, Adora!” Catra called. “Listen!” 

“What?” 

Catra pressed her ear to the wall. “There! Do you hear that?” 

“Obviously not,” Adora huffed. “Now stop dawdling, the first puzzle looks pretty easy.” 

Catra stayed where she was. “Hold on a second. This part of the castle feels familiar. I remember walking through here back when, uh, back when it was still Horde territory.” She coughed awkwardly, and then reached up to tilt the frame of a big-eyed kitten painting. “Look!” 

Something clicked and the wall slid open, revealing a new passageway. Distinctive laughter could be heard coming from the other end of it. A purple neon sign reading “Secret Entrance!!!” buzzed to life. 

Adora sighed and rolled her eyes. 

“One time Entrapta had me and Scorpia over for a life-size Snakemen and Ladders game that got a little out of hand,” Catra explained as they entered the tunnel. At the far end there was a brightly lit office; inside, it was filled with laboratory equipment, video monitors, and a humble but dignified desk. 

Hordak was sitting at the desk, in what appeared to be a smaller version of his old Fright Zone throne. It swiveled. Entrapta was sitting on the desk, and she waved as the other couple entered. 

“Myaah! Sleep gas and stun-rays only, my evil minions!” muttered Skeletor, who was busy working the video monitors. On closer inspection, Adora realized that each of them showed some of the other princesses as they traversed the castle labyrinth. 

“Welcome to mission control!” Entrapta sang, spreading her arms wide. “Hordak didn’t think you’d find us, but I had a hypothesis you might.” 

“It was a ruse!” Adora gasped, scandalized. “You’re not lost at all!” 

“You really need to hang out with Entrapta more if that still surprises you,” Catra observed. She looked at the monitors. “Ah, are they gonna be okay?” 

“Better than!” Entrapta sprang off the desk, hanging by her hair as she showed off multiple datapads. “Everyone was getting a little… distracted upstairs, so I just decided to speed things up a teensy bit! The princesses using their powers to escape the maze will let me get all the readings we need, and then we can have a nice little party! I had the baker make tiny cakes.” 

“I made sure Hordak’s doomberry pie was especially tasty!” Skeletor piped up. 

“And it’s all perfectly safe!” Entrapta promised. Discreetly, a ribbon of hair reached out to push a blinking button. On the monitors, Mermista and Sea Hawk were rescued from a robot shark attack by a convenient change of the currents. 

“This is hilarious,” Catra laughed, looking more closely. On one of the screens, Swift Wind was gleefully running loop-de-loops along a curving racetrack. “I think they’re actually having fun in there. Can we stay and watch?” 

“I’m afraid not,” Hordak said. She-Ra’s — and your — assessment is the most important of all. But we’d love to have you over to the castle for dinner soon. Shall we say eight o’clock next week?” 

“That sounds nice!” Adora chimed, before Catra could stop her. 

“Splendid. I’ll cook,” Hordak concluded. Then he pressed a button on his desk, and a trapdoor sent the younger women plummeting through the floor. 

Catra and Adora yelped in surprise, only for their fall to be cut short by an enormous pile of pillows on the level below. They struggled to their feet. Another corridor stretched away in front of them, filled with further challenges. Floating gold coins, each about four feet tall, indicated a pathway. 

“Try not to have too much fun,” Hordak called good-naturedly as the trapdoor slid shut. 

“Use the warp zone! It’s faster!” Entrapta added. 

“Have a nice trip down!” said Skeletor. 

*

Hordak settled back in his chair (it had soft armrests, and a cushion for lumbar support) and watched his partner at work. Entrapta flitted from screen to screen, taking notes and making adjustments. On one display, Bow and Glimmer had met up with Netossa and Spinnerella while navigating a cage minefield. On another, Frosta was making an ice bridge to help Perfuma and Scorpia cross a slow-moving spike trap. 

“I’m sorry you had to use your backup plan. They really are utter fools if they ever doubted your genius,” Hordak mused. 

“Different people have different strengths and weaknesses,” Entrapta replied, without looking up from her work. “And a good scientist collaborates whenever they can! Even if that requires a little creativity sometimes.” 

Hordak nodded. “Fair enough. Nevertheless, I would not blame you if you wished to have nothing more to do with the Princess Alliance. Even their attempts to help you can seem… insensitive. You’re not obligated to forgive that.” 

Skeletor looked up from his control panel and shook a fist. “Don’t you get awfully tired of being a hero all the time? Don’t you ever feel like doing something evil?” 

“They’re trying to be good friends,” Entrapta defended. “And so am I. And if I really did need their help, maybe things would be different. But I’ve got it all under control!” 

She vaulted across the room, flipping switches and turning dials along the way. On the monitors, Perfuma’s fall from a tall platform was gently broken by a sudden anti-gravitational field. 

“Besides, forgiveness isn’t always about the person being forgiven. It’s also about taking back potential energy that was lost.” 

“Did you learn that in my brother’s therapy group?” Hordak asked. 

Entrapta smirked. “Actually, he got it from me.” 

A pleasant ding sounded and Entrapta clapped her hair. “Hooray, everyone made it back! I’ll calculate the high scores and then we can continue the social experiment!” 

“You astonish me every day,” Hordak purred as he rose to follow her. Entrapta put out her hand, and he took it. 

“Wait for me!” Skeletor cried out. “You might get lost by yourself!” 

*

One week later, a much smaller gathering of royals met in Dryl. 

Catra and Adora sat together in one of the Crypto Castle’s least intimidating dining rooms, listening with barely-contained delight as Entrapta’s parental units thoroughly embarrassed their former boss. 

“...And so I said to him, ‘I have charging ports Hordak, can you download raw data offa me?’ Ha! Oh, you shoulda seen his face!” 

Hordak slouched in his chair. “I do not think we need to bore our guests with the details of this particular story,” he protested, feebly. 

“Oh, I’m not bored at all! I want to hear everything,” Catra said. She leaned forward, grinning. “So, was this before or after you hooked him up to the lie detector?” 

Entrapta giggled, and gave Hordak a gentle pat on the shoulder as she reached for another helping of his tiny quiche. All things considered, the night was going surprisingly well. 

It was exactly what Entrapta wanted. 

After dinner, wheeled bots carted away the leftovers and dirty dishes. Hordak poured coffee for himself and Adora, and the parental units retired to wherever it was they lived in the cavernous castle. Entrapta, lost in thought as usual, felt a familiar feline presence approach her. 

“Thank you,” Catra said, sincerely. “Not just for this. For everything. For being so nice all the time. For making this mission happen. It means a lot to me.” 

Entrapta smiled softly. “To me, too. Everyone makes mistakes. It would be a shame not to learn from them when we can.” 

“Did you say something?” Skeletor squawked, suddenly materializing in the doorway. 

Entrapta, unbothered, immediately produced a datapad. “Oh we’re just talking about the big rescue mission! Actually, you should probably take a look at my data, Skeletor. I haven’t told you much yet, and we might need you!” She held the blinking screen out happily. 

Skeletor looked at the datapad. At first he seemed confused; then he boggled as he registered the information in front of him. “Eternia?” he gasped in disbelief. “Grayskull?” 

His voice rose to a fevered pitch. “He-Man!”

For once, Skeletor had no words. He shrieked incomprehensibly instead, fists shaking. 

Hordak chuckled. “It’ll be just like the old days!” 

Skeletor screamed. 

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Virago 12. Too Good to be True

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it. 

Post Date: 08.21.20

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Based off: 02x01 “The 48″

Masterlist

100 Master List

You wake up no longer covered dirt and grime and in clean white clothes. You search your surroundings to find any indication of where you are. You can see Harper in the room across from you and Monty in the room next to her. You then drift your eyes a little further to the right and see a large sign that says “Mount Weather Quarantine Ward”.

You quickly jiggle the handle to try to open the door but find that it’s locked from the outside. You try to communicate with Monty and Harper but you can barely hear them through the thick door. You start to pace around the room and wash your face to refresh yourself. You think of how you could get out as you sit along the wall.

After a few hours, you decide to look out the glass again to see if anyone has come around. You notice someone walking into the room where Monty was. You jiggle the handle once more even though you knew it was locked. The next thing you see is glass flying outwards from the room beside yours and an arm reaches out to open the door. 

You watch as you see Clarke emerge from the room with a bloody arm. She grabs a piece of glass and approaches the person before ripping the head part of their suit off, revealing a girl around the age of you guys. Clarke backs the girl up in the room out of your view. You frantically look around the room for something to break the glass on your door. You pick up the metal rod that holds the medical bags and smash it against the window of your door. As soon as you reach to the door handle you cut yourself on the glass in the same fashion Clarke had seemed to.

As you open the door you find that Clarke and the girl had disappeared. You go down the hallway to the right and wander around the massive compound. You find an elevator and press the button. Only to find that it doesn’t open. You try once more before noticing the red light show up on the side and realize that some sort of key card is needed. Knowing that the elevator won’t open you run around to look for another way to get to a different level.

As you run around sirens and lights start to go off, you keep running but are soon stopped by a group of people that seem like guards. You head the opposite direction before being stopped once more by another group of guards. You try to slip by them but they catch you. You struggle and fight as they start to drag you off. 

You find yourself taken to some sort of med bay. As soon as they lead you in you see Clarke sitting on a bed with restraints around her wrists. The guards set you on the bed beside her and restraint your wrists as well.

“I see you got out the same way I did,” Clake whispers to you looking at the cut on your arm.

“How else would I. Do you know why we’re here or who else is here?” You ask.

“No, but we need to find out,” She responds back.

“Agreed,” You say back before hearing the door open and noticing a group of people walk in.

“Hello, Clarke and Y/N. How are your arms?” A woman with a white coat on asks. You and Clarke stay silent not wanting to talk to anyone but your friends.

“They’re not talkers, are they?” She says after a few moments of silence as the people make their way over to us.

“A skill picked up from the savages, no doubt. That’s fine. Maya has something to say first anyway.” The white-haired man says while gesturing to the girl who Clarke threatened.

“You two were the next ones to be cleared through quarantine. Another 10 minutes and you would have--” She says getting pissed before the white-haired man stops her from outbursting. “I’m not pressing charges on you, Clarke,” She says quieter.

“Thank you, Maya. You can get your treatment now. Restraints aren’t necessary,” The man says to another standing to the side.

“Yes, Mr. President,” The other man says and starts to take yours and Clarke’s restraints off.

“Dante Wallace,” The white-haired man holds his hand out to Clarke. She takes his hand and holds it to look at the smudges on his hand. “Oil paint. That’s right. You’re an artist too.” He then moves to you and holds out his hand, but you don’t move a muscle.

“Who told you that?” Clarke questions getting up from her bed.

“Your people did. They also said you two were their leaders. Looks like you two and I have a lot in common, kiddos,” The man says as you stand up next to Clarke.

“Where’s my watch?” Clarke asks.

“And where’s my necklace?” You ask concerned as well while feeling around your neck for your mom’s necklace. You forgot you had the necklace as you had never taken it off since she gave it to you. But now that its gone, your chest feels almost naked.

“I’m sorry...but we can’t let contaminated items inside Mount Weather. We couldn’t risk it. Our protocol is very strict, Clarke and Y/N. We prioritize safety over sentimentality,” Dante explains.

“So you just left the last thing I had from my parents out there?!” You say raising your voice. You feel Clarke’s hand grip your wrist knowing that she wants you to calm down.

“How many of us did you capture?” Clarke asks next.

“48, including you two. But you guys have got it all wrong. You’re not prisoners. We saved you,” Dante explains.

“Well, in that case, you won’t mind if we leave. If there are 48 of us here, we still have people out there,” You respond.

“Patrol brought in who they could find,” Dante explains.

“What about the Ark? It came down last night--” Clarke asks.

“We saw it. There were multiple crash sites over 100 square miles. If there were survivors, we will bring them in too. You have my word,” Dante explains.

“We want to see our people,” You tell him.

“Of course you do. I would too,” He responds before gesturing to a wardrobe like thing two men roll in. They open it up to display clothes and jewelry. “Change and meet me in the hall,” He tells us before walking away.

You and Clarke go up to inspect the items, clearly in awe as you two have never seen anything as pristine as the jewelry and clothes they had. You notice Clarke pick up one of the shoes and break off the heel. She hands it to you and picks up the second one to do the same. 

The two of you change into comfortable clothing, you pick out a gray tank, black jacket, and pair of grey pants. After you guys are dressed you make your way into the hall, into a very loud room.

“Sorry about the noise. Hydroelectric power from Philpott Dam. Fresh water from our own underground reservoir. Fresh food from our hydroponic farm,” Dante explains as we make our way down the hall.

“I don’t understand. You’re on the ground. You know its survivable. Why would you stay here?” Clarke asks.

“It’s not survivable for us,” Dante answers back.

“The grounders seem to have managed.” You add.

“Natural selection works. The grounders who couldn’t survive in the radiation didn’t. Those who could pass on their DNA. For better or for worse, here, we never went through that process,” Dante explains.

“Neither did we. We’ve been on the ground now for…” Clarke starts. 

“Solar radiation,” You interrupt.

“Very good. Your DNA ran the same gauntlet as the grounders. Only because radiation levels in space are even higher...your ability to metabolize that radiation is even stronger. Truth be told, our scientists were blown away by the efficiency of your systems. If not for that, your friends would still be upstairs in quarantine. Please.” Dante gestures to an elevator for you and Clarke to step in.

You and Clarke make your way into the elevator after two men walked in. The door starts to close until Dante stops it, “First, give me the heel. Both of you,” You were reluctant to do so until you noticed Clarke pull hers out of her sleeve and you soon followed and handed it to him.

“You’re not fighting for your life anymore. You’ve made it. Welcome to Mount Weather.” Dante says before the elevator door closes. The elevator moves until you arrive at level five.

“Your packet contains everything you need to know about Mount Weather. Which, I promise, is not as confusing as the map on page one makes it out to look. You came from level three, which houses our medical facility, including quarantine--” You hear a woman explain as you and Clarke make your way over to the group.

“Clarke! Y/N!” Monty says running towards the two of you. He hugs you both and the rest of the group turns towards you guys. Jasper soon follows in the hugging.

“Finn?” Clarke asks.

“And Bellamy?” You ask quickly after.

“Clarke, Y/N, they uh… they didn’t make it,” Jasper says as his voice gets lower.

“We don’t know that,” Clarke says hoping to calm Jasper and your nerves. “What about Raven?” She questions next, but Monty just looks down indicating she wasn’t here as well.

“Welcome, Clarke, and Y/N.” The woman speaking before says and hands you both an info packet. “If you have any questions, I’m Keenan,” She introduces herself.

After you guys had gone through orientation they announce that lunch is ready. You sit with Jasper and Monty as they dive into the food. You’re hesitant at first but after realizing how hungry you were, you start to eat. Monty and Jasper come back with desserts in hand. They dive in as well but you stopped after the main course. 

“Sit down and pretend you’re happy to see me,” Clarke whispers after Jasper and Monty and a little dessert standoff.

“We are happy to see you. You have to try the chocolate cake,” Monty offers as the three of them sit down. 

“Oh, it is so on,” Jasper says clearly salty that Monty offered it to Clarke and not him.

“I’m not eating their food,” Clarke states. “Look. They gave us a map with no exits. Tell me everything you’ve seen. Every room. Every hallway. Every way out.” Clarke says as she points to the map.

“‘Way out.’” Jasper repeats. “Look around, Clarke. There’s no one hunting us here. First time in our lives we’re not hungry. Why would we want to leave?” Jasper questions, clearly being happy here. 

“Because we have friends out there who need our help,” You add-in.

“They’re looking for survivors. And they’re way better equipped to find them than we are,” Monty points out.

“This place is too good to be true,” Clarke states.

“You’re bumming me out. I’m gonna get more cake,” Jasper says and gets up. You and Clarke watch as Jasper talks to Maya. Soon enough Clarke gets up from her seat and makes her way over to the two.

“So do you agree with Clarke? That this place is too good to be true?” Monty asks, getting your attention.

“Yes...Maybe,” You respond clearly not knowing where you stand. “I just think they should let us out there if we want to. I can’t stand knowing that our people are still out there.” You continue.

“You mean Bellamy?” Monty says. You sharply inhale having been caught off guard by Monty’s question.

“And Octavia. And the others,” You quickly respond.

“Oh come on. Anyone with eyes can see you two care more for each other than anyone else.” Monty states taking another bite of his cake.

“I care for our people. And Bellamy is one of them,” You say pushing off Monty’s comment. Soon after you start hearing sirens and see lights go off again. You notice Jasper and Maya run off and follow after them.

“What’s going on?” You ask the two as you all run.

“Clarke took my keycard,” Maya states. Soon enough you catch up to Clarke finding her at a big door.

“Clarke, no. If you pull that lever, these people will die. Even a little radiation could kill them,” Jasper says catching her attention.

“Don’t make me shoot you,” Maya says popping up beside you with a gun in hand.

“Wait, wait,” Jasper says stepping in front of Maya and turning to Clarke. “Don’t do this,” He says to her.

“I don’t believe them,” Clarke says upset.

“Why would they lie?” Jasper questions her. “Listen to me, We are safe here. Because of you and Y/N, we’re safe.” Jasper says looking between you and Clarke.

“Not all of us,” You add-in.

“I’m the one that fired the rockets. Should I not have done that? Clarke...when you pulled that lever, you saved lives. Don’t throw that away by pulling this one.” Jasper says as you hear his voice shake. 

Clarke lets go of the lever as a group of guards make their way in and take Clarke into custody. The other guards take you and Jasper to the room where you all were staying in. It was filled with enough beds to house all of you.

“I’m glad you’re all alright,” Monty says hugging you and Jasper.

“Better if we could leave,” You snarkily respond under your breath. 

“Well, I’m just glad we all together,” Harper says making her way to you guys.

“Not all of us. They won’t let us leave to look for our own people,” You respond getting upset. But no one responds.

“Dinner is ready. Get dressed in nice clothes” A guard at the doorway says. They escort us to the dining room after we get dressed and have us all hold hands as Dante speaks some words. 

To your surprise, you notice Clarke eat their food after you all sit down. Either she’s playing get along or they told her something to convince her you really are safe, you think to yourself. After dinner, you are escorted back to your room. You watch as everyone settles in and actually looks happy for a change. 

“A little gift from Dante?” You ask Clarke as you notice her looking at a card and object that was on a chair.

“Yeh let’s see what it is.” She says as she lifts the lid to display some art materials.

“Looks like Dante has really taken a liking to you,” You chuckle.

“Yeh,” She chuckles back. For the rest of the night you sit and chat with Monty and Jasper.

“So, we never finished the conversation about you and Bellamy,” Monty says.

“What is there to finish? As I said, he’s one of our people and we need to find them,” You state back.

“Ooo, what is this, You and Bellamy thing you guys are talking about?” Jasper butts in. 

“It’s nothing,” You respond.

“Nothing my ass. Jasper, can you agree with me that Bellamy and Y/N here clearly care for each other a lot more than anyone else?” Monty asks Jasper.

“I care for all of you, equally,” You quickly respond getting defensive.

“Well...now that I think about it...you two do seem like you’re always together,” Jasper states.

“You know what. If you two don’t believe me. Then I’m just gonna go see what’s up with Clarke,” You say getting up.

“Oh don’t be like that Y/N. We’ll let it go, never talk about it again,” Monty says throwing up his arms.

“Uh-huh,” You respond making your way to Clarke. You find her sitting on her bed, sketching something.

“So how are you liking those art supplies?” You ask her as you climb up to her bed.

“They’re great. Better than any I’ve had on the Ark,” She responds as you sit next to her. As you look over to what she was sketching. She was sketching on the map that was given to us, labeling where she believes places are that were unmarked. 

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” You smile at her, hoping that she’ll keep you in the loop. You make your way back to your bed and lay down ignoring every attempt Monty makes to try and talk to you.

A/N: So what do you think Y/N is gonna do now that she’s stuck in Mount Weather?? Also, I know I just added the necklace in randomly but I liked the idea, please lmk if you guys would like a bonus chapter of a flashback to her receiving it, id be more than happy to do that! I hope you guys enjoyed this part and are excited to see what happens next. I have lots of ideas and plans for Y/N, for Season 2!

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #365

“i’m numb to the pleasure, but still feel the pain”

Are there palm trees where you live? No. Do you own any Hello Kitty stuff? If so, what? No. What’s your favorite flavor of ice pop? Blue raspberry. Do you like animal print? What’s your favorite print? Not really. I think animal "print" only really looks nice on, well, animals. Does your dad have any facial hair? Yes. What do you think of foot tattoos? They're not my favorite, but some look nice. I myself wanna get "11121" (a Silent Hill 4 reference) "carved" onto the top of my feet. Do you like bugs or do they scare you? Some do. I've gotten more into them though as my passion for tarantulas expanded to other inverts, like mantises. Ever seen the movie Chernobyl Diaries? If so, did you like it? If not, do you want to see it? I haven't, but I'd be willing to watch it. I find the whole Chernobyl incident to be extremely fascinating, so I'd probably like it. Did your senior class in high school have a class trip? Where did you go? Bitch I wish. :/ Do you have an instagram account? What’s your username? Yeah, two: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura. Do you like Gir from Invader Zim? I think he's cute. Do you or would you ever own a gun? Why or why not? No thanks. If I'm not mistaken, I can't legally obtain one anyway because of my suicidal history. I'm fine with having like, pepper spray and a bat handy by the bed, lol. If it was offered for free by a professional, would you get your hair dyed platinum blonde? For FREE? Fuck yeah I'd try it. What do you normally order at Dunkin Donuts? A chocolate frosted donut, and sometimes a plain/cake one. Do you watch football? Favorite teams? No. What about WWE? Favorite wrestler? That's an even bigger no. Funniest thing you’ve ever heard a teacher say? Okay so this is hard to actually explain and it be funny. I had this amazing, kinda charismatically awkward history teacher in high school, and when talking about some legal stuff I can't remember, she deadass quoted "Without Me" by Eminem ("if the FCC won't let me be...") like so casually and everyone fucking died, just from knowing her and her personality. It was just very unexpected. Do you wear a lot of makeup? What do you think of girls who do? No. Girls can wear however much makeup they please. Do you have a savings account? Are you good at saving money? No. I can't really answer the second question because of me never having a steady flow of money. Would you rather have a relationship or casual flings? Relationship, 100%. I would never have a casual fling. Do you know anyone that’s part Native American? Yes. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I remember none of them. Have you ever tried to poison someone? Yikes, no. Have you ever saved anyone from a fire? No. Have you ever had a seizure? No. I've had sudden spasms, but never a full-on seizure. Have you ever had an out-of-body experience? No. Have you ever had a black eye? No. Have you ever had a tooth pulled? No. Have you ever had pneumonia? I have not. Have you ever had tubes put in your ears? Yes, as a baby. Have you ever been shot with an arrow or bullet? Thank god no. Have you ever had kidney stones? No. Have you even been bitten by an venomous animal? No. Have you ever thought about being in the military? Fuck no. I wouldn't qualify, anyway. Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yeah. Have you ever used shrooms or any other hallucinogen? No. What upcoming event are you most looking forward to? I can barely believe my tat appointment is almost here lakjsd;ajwlej;rwe What was the last song you heard? I'm currently listening to Motionless In White's synthwave edit of "Voices" they just put out. I looooove it. What time did you wake up today? Maybe like, 5:20? Is there a vase in the room you’re in? No. Have you recently been insulted? Yes. Compared to someone else of your age and gender; do you feel that you have a lot to offer someone? N O P E How many days a week do you work? I'm unemployed. Is there ONE person you feel more connected to than others? Yes. What is your worst relationship quality? I obsess over the person probably leaving, so especially at the beginning, I'm paranoid and distrustful. I want to emphasize that I'm not the asshole that snoops through her partner's phone out of distrust, but still, the fear is just there. What was your most recent serious injury? A serious one? Man idk. I've had a lot or negligible and smaller ones, but a big one... *shrug* What were you most recently happy about? I was happy to see "synthwave" in this video title, haha. Are you a fan of cake? Oh yes. What is your favorite insect? Butterflies. Is your town beautiful? Ew, no. Do you prefer the city or the country? THE COUNTRY. Have you ever witnessed an eclipse? Lots of lunar eclipses. Do you wear lipstick often? No. You’re going on a date with someone you like. What would you like to do? Considering the pandemic, probably just like... grab fast food and sit and eat at a park. That'd be cute. You’re hanging out with your best friend. What would you like to do? It'd be nice to get back to Avatar: The Last Airbender while hanging out with Doris (her beardie that I adore), too. Have you ever written or considered writing a play? No. Who is considered the “black sheep” of your family? Why? Ha, me. To begin, I like all the "dark" stuff, I'm the unreligious one, the one with political beliefs unlike most of my family, I'm not doing what I should be... Why is your favorite movie your favorite movie? It's just a masterpiece. I love love love animals, African one especially, and I find it to be an amazing story of courage and dedication to family. Plus I shamelessly love all the songs, haha. What’s an odor you hate? GASOLINE. FUCK. What’s a sound you hate? Fingernails on a chalkboard. Or screech-y noises in general. If money was no issue, what would you like to do right now? I was initially gonna say go to Yellowstone, but fuck that hot weather this time of year. So, this brings us back to Venus' terrarium; I'd want to get a new one and better materials. What’s something you’re so good at that you take pride in your skill? I wouldn't say I'm "so good" at it, but I do take pride in my writing. What’s something you’d never ever dare to ask another person? Hm. Under ANY circumstance, I guess "are you pregnant?" There's almost like... no situation where I'd be comfortable asking somebody that. What’s the worst/best thing you’ve done without your parents knowing? We're not getting into that lmao. Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? No. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never stand seeing so many hurt and dying animals and still be okay at the end of the day. Are there any opinions you used to have even a few years ago that you look back on and think, “I can’t believe I ever thought that way”? THERE ARE!!!!!!!!!!! A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The last time you cried, what was wrong? I fell and skinned my knees when stepping over this barrier Mom made to keep the damn dog out of the hallway and thus my room to fuck with the cat and eat his food. I previously twisted my ankle, fell backwards, and had one other accident with it despite moving stuff, and I didn't cry from pain, just massive frustration. I want this dog GONE. Do you like multi-choice tests or tests you have to write out? Multiple choice. Who last called you ‘beautiful’? Couldn't tell ya, bud. Have you ever caught a firefly? Yeah, I did that lots as a kid. Do you own any camouflage? No. What’s the stinkiest pet you’ve ever had? Uhhh I dunno. Have you ever been on the news? For what? No. Have you ever seen one of your friends get arrested? No. Do you put sprinkles on anything? No, I hate sprinkles. How do you like your steak? Medium well. Long hair on guys: yes or no? Yaaaaaaaas. Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No. When was the last time you started a new medication? It's been a while. What is your favourite type of nut? Cashews, I think. Where did you eat the best pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life? I'm so fuckin basic, like my genuine answer is Domino's lmaooo. Did you ever watch The Rugrats when you were a kid? Yeah, I loved that show. I even had the two video games; I was obsessed with the first one in particular. Do you know anyone who was adopted? Yes. Do your parents’ professions match their college degrees? No. Do you write shopping lists on paper or just remember it in your head? I don't do the shopping, so. But I would definitely need to write it down. Have you ever used a lawnmower? No. Have you ever consumed so much alcohol that you vomited? No. Can you tie balloons? No, actually. My hands are just too shaky. When was the last time you were at a pet store? A few weeks ago when we got rats for Venus. Ugh, it is SO overpriced; they come in a box of two, and as I feed her twice a month, it's honestly quite a bit of money. Like if I remember correctly, it's around $16. FOR TWO. SMALL. RATS. I've recommended we just buy them in bulk NOT from an overpriced chain pet store, but the problem with that is then we have *too* many, and the nutritional value of frozen rats apparently does degrade with time, so I don't want to feed my snake poor food. So it's just an annoying thing we have to do. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not like, an at-home one. I've been tested before surgery, but that was just a safety protocol. Does your ex still think about you? "The" ex, probably not. Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? My mom. What is the last state you were in besides your own? Virginia. Would you go down to see the Titanic if given the chance? Man, that's kinda tempting. Maybe. It'd be super cool. Have you ever seen the Hollywood sign in real life? No. Did you ever see a scorpion in the wild? No, they don't live here. Do you type the proper way? Have you ever typed on a manual typewriter? Yes to both. What was your maternal grandmother’s first name? Cecelia. Name a word that people use locally that outsiders probably can’t pronounce. Conetoe. You said it wrong.

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ three.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: quite a long chapter here lmao. and this is where it all begins !!! happy reading! 💓

Warnings: Swearing, some suggestive themes.

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“Don’t you think I sound like shit?” You huffed.

“No, it’s good,” Brian nodded.

“Can we try it again?” You looked over to RT.

“Sure, yeah,” RT replied, before you immediately left the room, “Sure, it’s your money.”

John, who was beside him, sighed, “Literally.”

You are mine I possess you,

I belong to you forever. . .

Ever. . .

After hearing the redone recording that part, everyone still looked quite unsure.

“Sounds a lot better,” John said.

“We need to get experimental.” Brian looked over to you.

You paced a bit before finally getting an idea, “Try bouncing us left and right for the ah-ah-ahs.”

RT puts his hand up in agreement before altering the recording.

You then faced back towards your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch, then shot him a small smile.

You are mine I possess you,

I belong to you forever. . .

Ever. . .

You then point and sway your finger around in tune with eh ah-ahs, Your three other bandmates at the edge of their seats.

Brian stood up, “Now dead center for the last.”

“And blast it!” Roger also stands up, shooting a fist in the air.

Brian nods and smiles at the result as you put your hand on his shoulder and shot him an excited grin.

After that, it just went crazy.

Swinging the loudspeaker around while Brian played,

Roger drumming on multiple kitchen pots and kettles

Pretty sure RT was tired but he still went with it.

“Do we have time to stack a few more?” You leaned over the recording panel.

“The studio opens at eight, so we got thirty more minutes.” Before RT could even finish his sentence, you all went back inside the booth.

Roger drumming with coins on top,

Putting a tambourine and a maraca inside of a piano,

Oh, it was experimental, all right.

Little did you know, while you were all busy inside the booth,

“Oi, RT, who are these kids in the box?” A man in a well-dressed suit walked inside the room.

“Uh. . . a student band doing some weird stuff.” RT replied, clearly wanting to go home.

“How about demos? You got some?” The man stared at you lot in amazement.

RT let out a sigh, “Been up all night, mate.”

You were happy to say that finally making your ever first album was satisfying, but was a bitch to record, especially with your three lads, but you still loved them.

After some time, you decided to propose the idea of a new band name. Your bandmates felt iffy about it but after some puppy-eyes and screaming, they finally gave in.

You lie down on the bed, finally finished with the new design you drew for the band’s new name.

Matthew then comes out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt, “So, the new name is Queen?”

“As in, Her Royal Highness,” You say in a ‘posh’ tone, “And because it’s outrageous, and I can’t think of anyone more outrageous than me.”

He then joins you in bed, “This is the most impractical bed,” Matthew chuckled.

You look up at the piano you placed above the mattress, reached up, and began playing a tune that’s been on your mind for a long time.

As you were playing, Matthew looked over to you and smiled, “That’s beautiful.”

After finishing the tune, you tilted your head, “Think it has potential.”

Matthew then looked over to you, and looked into your eyes.

You then leaned closer, capturing his lips in a kiss that was getting heated pretty quickly.

You then started to lean over him, before he pulled away gently.

“I’m going to be late!” He let out a soft laugh. You smirked, and got off him.

Looking over to Matthew, who was putting on the rest of his clothes in front of the mirror, you couldn’t help but wonder,

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” You pondered out loud.

Matthew then looked over to you through the mirror’s reflection and gave you one of his smiles that sends your heart beating so fast.

Then came the day of your birthday, also the first time you will meet Matthew’s mother, who was deaf and mute.

You also invited your three best friends along. Roger bringing a random girl, of course.

Currently, his mother was telling a story about when Matthew was a child, even though he was protesting against it.

Matthew then interpreted what his mother was signing, “When I was a little boy, I used to run around the house and hide and she couldn’t find me.”

Your uncle smiled at her little story before she ended it, “Clever boy.” Matthew finished.

Brian, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle at Matthew’s mother’s story.

“Please tell your mother it’s nice to meet her,” You turned to your boyfriend.

Matthew nodded, “I have.”

“Then thank her for the lovely birthday cake,” You said, before Matthew replied again, “I have.”

“Then tell her his son’s an epic shag,” You whispered, sending your boyfriend a small cheeky smile.

Matthew’s smile then disappeared at your provocative comment, “(Y/N), she can read lips.”

You paused, then looked over to his mother, who looked like she definitely knew what you said to her son.

Your aunt then decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Matthew, I can’t tell you how long I have waited for (Y/O/N) to bring home a nice lad like you.”

Matthew, along with your bandmates, looked at you in confusion in the mention of your real name.

“(Y/O/N)?” Matthew said, as confusion crossed his face.

“Did (Y/O/N) not tell you she was born in (Country)?” Your aunt asked.

Matthew then turned to you, “No, she did not.”

Your aunt sent you a disapproving gaze before she left the table to God knows where.

“I thought (Y/N) was born in London?” John asked.

“Oh, she was, at the age of eighteen.” Poppy jested, leaning over to you with a smug smile.

“Shut up,” You hit her shoulder softly.

Your aunt then came back with a huge photo album, “Here are some pictures.”

Oh shit, you know where this is going.

“Auntie...” You protested, “Auntie, Auntie, Auntie,” You stood up, trying to take the photo album away from her.

Matthew, along with your bandmates nodded in excitement, “Yes, please!”

When Matthew finally got a hold of the photo album, you sighed in defeat before your uncle started talking about how you moved to London, a story you’ve heard a million times so you just left the table and went straight for the nearby piano.

Matthew smiled at the many pictures of you when you were little.

While everyone was looking through them, Brian found a peculiar picture that sparked his interest.

It was a picture of you as a child, watching a woman perform in front of a relatively large crowd from what seemed to be backstage or the side of a stage.

Brian then showed the picture to your aunt, who was beside him, “What is this picture?”

Your aunt then turned to him, finally taking a look at the picture.

She was a bit hesitant, because this picture contained a very sensitive topic to it, especially to your family, but decided to tell Brian about it before she got interrupted by your uncle.

“That’s (Y/O/N)’s mother,” Your uncle started, the air getting a bit tense at the topic, “My sister, she died in a terrible car accident when (Y/O/N) was only eight years old.”

Brian then shook his head, feeling sorry, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Your aunt then decided to lighten the air, “She was a singer, a very good one at that! One of the best voices I’ve ever heard.”

You swore you felt your chest ache a little bit when they started to tell more about your mother to your friends.

“Happy birthday to me,” You began singing whilst playing the piano.

Happy birthday to me,

Happy birthday, Miss Mercury!

Happy Birthday to me!

Poppy then propped her elbow against the table, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Mercury?”

You then looked to the lot, “No looking back,” and back to your front, eyes coincidentally landing on a portrait of your mother, “Only forward.”

“So, now the family name’s not good enough for you?” Your uncle chastised.

Your aunt then tried to reason with him, “It’s just a stage name.”

“No, it’s not. I changed it legally, got a new passport and everything.” You disputed, in an almost monotone voice.

The air definitely became even more tense than it did before, your friends exchanging uncomfortable gazes.

To lighten the air, Matthew decided to chime in, “Poppy, how old were you here?” He pointed at a picture of you and little Poppy.

“Oh, I don’t know, it was before (Y/N) went off to boarding school,” Your cousin smiled.

“I sent (Y/O/N) away to make a proper behaved girl of her,” Your uncle began, “She was too wild and unruly, but what good did it do? Good thoughts, good words, good deeds.”

You internally rolled your eyes, and decided to sing and play more to sound him out, “I come from London town.”

Poppy then looked at her father with a frown, before running to the telephone when it started ringing.

“You can’t get anywhere pretending to be someone you’re not!” Your uncle’s voice raised.

You just continued singing until your cousin called you over, “(Y/N) Mercury. Phone call,” She gave you a smile.

You stopped playing, before walking over to the phone, “Quite like the sound of that.”

“(Y/N) tells me you’re some sort of a scientist?” Your aunt asked your curly-haired friend.

“Astrophysics, actually.” Brian said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

John then pointed over to Roger, “He’s a dentist.”

“I was never a dentist.” Roger replied.

“He’s a dentist,” John nodded to Brian.

Roger then rolled his eyes at his friend’s joke before turning to your cousin, putting at arm behind her chair.

“Poppy, what are you doing later?” Roger asked, softly.

“Homework,” Poppy answered, eyebrows furrowing at his sudden question.

Your uncle then cleared his throat, your other bandmates looking at the blond drummer in disapproval.

“I was just making conversation.”

“I see,” Hanging up the phone, you slowly walked back to the table, “I have an announcement.”

Everyone immediately stopped their own conversations and turned to look at you.

“One of the A&R men...from EMI saw us recording,” You began, “Gave our demo to John Reid.”

A smile began to appear on your lips, “He looks after Elton John.”

Your bandmates immediately became overwhelmed at the news, putting their hands to their mouths in shock.

“Mr. Reid wants to meet us, and possibly even manage us.” You grinned at your bandmates.

Everyone was having a positive reaction except for your uncle, who placed his hand on the picture Brian asked about.

Before you know it, you were walking through a building with an unusual white leather jacket that you found while shopping with Poppy.

Opening the glass doors, your eyes landed on a three familiar heads of hair, seated on a table.

As you walked over to them, Brian immediately commented, “Wow!”

“I didn’t know it was fancy dress, (Y/N)?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

You grinned and did a little twirl, “I’ve got to make an impression, darling.”

“You look like an angry lizard,” Brian jested, making your two other bandmates laugh.

“It’s your best work,” John said, as you took your seat.

“Very subtle,” Brian nodded, before John added, “You gonna fly away?”

Brian just gave you the cutest smile, chuckling at your boldness.

“Can I borrow it for Sunday church?” John joked, before a man suddenly took his seat at the other end of your table.

Realizing it was John Reid, all of you immediately adjusted your jackets, readying yourself.

He looked over to all of you, “So, this is Queen,” Then pointed a finger at you, “And you, must be (Y/N) Mercury. You’ve got a gift, you all have.”

“So, tell me, what makes Queen any different from all the other wannabe rock stars that I meet?” Mr. Reid asked.

“I’ll tell you what it is,” You began, “We’re four misfits, who don’t belong together, playing to the other misfits...”

Brian smiled and nodded at your statement before you continued, “The outcasts right at the back of the room who are pretty sure they don’t belong either.”

You then gestured your two fingers, “We belong to them.”

Reid nodded, immediately impressed.

“We’re a family,” Brian said, before Roger added, “But no two of us the same.”

Another man then put down a tea cup in front of Reid, “Paul,” He said.

“Paul Prenter, meet Queen… our new signing.” Reid gestured towards you all.

You all then looked at each other in disbelief before Reid continued, “Paul will be looking after your day-to-day.”

“Pleasure,” Paul nodded towards you all, his gaze, however stopping at you in particular.

“If I can get you on the radio, maybe, I can get you on television,” Reid said, before Roger added, “Top of the Pops?”

“Hopefully,” Reid responded before you twirled your finger, “And then?”

Reid scoffed, “And then? It’s only the biggest television program in the country, no one’s even heard of you.”

“Look, I admire your enthusiasm. If it goes well, if it happens, I’ve got a promotional tour in Japan in mind,” Reid explained.

You tilted your head, “We’ll want more.”

“Every band wants more,” Reid replied, before John decided to fire back,

“Every band’s not Queen.”

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Diablesse Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Bonus

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We’re almost done. Just one more update until the end. It’s been wonderful writing for you guys, you’re all such wonderful people! I hope you enjoy part five!

The Rumor Come Out: Does Is Adrien Agreste a Bad Friend?

Ultimately, that’s up to you, but Parisians Chloè Bourgeois and Kagami Tsurugi, both of whom are close friends of the Agreste heir, seem to think so...

“Woah woah woah, come on girls, let’s calm down for a bit here.” Chat Noir snapped out of his panic. “We’re all friends here, remember?”

Queen Bee snorted. “Wrong. You and I?” She spoke carefully, not wanting to drop anymore reveal bombs with the akuma present. “...Maybe. Me and her? We haven’t been friends in a long time. In fact, I don’t think we ever were? Do you?”

“Not really, I mean there were those three seconds before all of this where you called me important, but...”

“I said ‘quasi-important!’ Can we Not bring that up anymore?!” She was never saying anything nice about anyone ever again.

“Okay, but what happened to thinking up a plan?”

“We can’t think of one with her right here! Are you kidding me? Has everyone lost their brains today? If I was Marinette and I had to deal with all of you on a daily basis, I’d snap too! Marinette, I am honestly so sorry that everyone you call a friend has lost their shit today, maybe it’s something in the Parisian air that made them all decide to drain their brains out of their ears, or everyone poured Dumb Bitch Juice into their cereal,” Chat Noir summoned his cataclysm while both Little Devil and Hawkmoth were watching Queen Bee go off. “but you don’t deserve any of them, and I wouldn’t wish them on my worst enemy which I thought was you, but now, I’m not so sure because you haven’t pissed me off once today.” She had finally lost it. That stupid cat and his stupid words had pushed her over the edge. She thought that Adrien had more sense then this, but apparently not because Chat Noir knew that Rossi was a liar the entire time...

And Adrien did nothing.

He just let her get attacked by the class. Ladybug or not, Marinette was his friend, and he just let her drown like that...

She slowly turned to him. “You. This is all your fault.”

“Me?”

Chat asked the same time Little Devil let out a “Him?”

“You stood there and watched this all happen. You knew the entire time, but you said nothing, you did nothing!”

Chat Noir’s eyes widened as he realized what she meant. Looks like it was time to go. Queen Bee wasn’t thinking logically anymore, and he couldn’t let her say another word.

He ran over and grabbed her mid-shout with his other hand and ran past Little Devil in all of the confusion, falling over the edge of the building. “I’m sorry about this, Princess...” He dragged the hand not holding Queen Bee down the side of the building, effectively destroying it from the top down to trap Little Devil inside and buy them time, then he grabbed his baton and vaulted them out of range.

“Put me down right now! I can’t believe you would do that to her? I thought you were a better person than that, and you just let all of this happen? Multiple times? Are you even listening to me? Put me down! I don’t even want you touching me!”

When he finally put her down, Queen Bee turned to him and winded back her arm. He closed his eyes and braced himself for impact, but it never came.

Queen Bee took a deep breath and lowered her hand. “Detransform. Right now. Because what I’m about to say is for Adrien’s ears only, and I fear that if you’re still transformed, you’d blow me off.”

“How long have you known?”

“After I found out about Ladybug, I entertained the idea of Chat and Adrien fighting over her, and then it clicked. Now take the suit off.”

Chat Noir detransformed, and Adrien walked closer to Queen Bee as another kwami popped out of his ring. “Chloè listen, I can-”

“Shut up.” She turned to the kwami. “I don’t know you, so I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you were against him being quiet and letting Marinette become akumatized.”

“I’m always-”

She pinched her index finger and her thumb together. “No words. Same rules as Red,” She opened Marinette’s bag. “Don’t be seen or heard. If he needs to transform, then and only then, will I let you out because I know you think I’m being a complete bitch right now, but that’s not for you. I’m more worried about someone seeing you while I fuss your stupid chosen out. Also, I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen Red in a while, so catch up. Thank you.”

Her anger was too calm, and it was dangerous to the point where Plagg almost felt sorry for the kid, but he dug this grave, and maybe if Adrien wouldn’t listen to him, he’d listen to her. So he went into the bag.

“Adrien, I retract my earlier statement. Cesaire isn’t the worst. It’s you. You knew about Lila the entire time, and you let this happen, how could you?”

“You knew?!”

Whoops. Adrien knew this roof looked familiar. “Hey... Kagami...”

“Don’t ‘Hey’ me, Agreste. I’ve seen and heard a lot of surprising things today, but this takes the cake. Not you being Chat Noir, which makes sense if you think about it, but you being such a horrible friend. I thought you cared about Marinette...”

“I do! She’s one of my best friends!” He felt backed into a corner here.

“This is how you treat your best friends?” Queen Bee seethed. “What about when she lied to Nino about helping him? Is that also how you treat your friends? What if she had said something to me that was a lie? Would you have let me, your oldest friend, believe her? She’s a liar, Adrien, and her lies hurt other people!”

“I just thought that if I did anything, she’d get akumatized again.”

“So you’d rather let Marinette become akumatized over Lila?”

“I didn’t know she was this upset about it! Give me a break!”

“Oh no. You don’t get to be pissed right now, Agreste. You willingly let her get tossed out by her friends by herself. You did this. Not Lila, Not Hawkmoth. You did by not being there for her.”

He’d had enough. They were not about to gang up on him for sticking to his guts. “You think I wanted this to happen? I didn’t want anyone to get akumatized, least of all Marinette! You know how I feel about her!”

Queen Bee didn’t give Kagami time to be glad that she was right earlier. “Oh? So now that you know that she’s Ladybug, now you feel something for her?” She laughed an ugly laugh. “Pathetic.”

“I’m sorry, did you say that Marinette is Ladybug?”

“Yep, go ahead and tell the world about that too, Chloè because we all know you can’t keep identities secret!”

“I wouldn’t have known about this if you hadn’t have fucked up! I told one trustworthy civilian, you got Ladybug akumatized!”

Kagami placed a hand on Queen Bee’s shoulder. “I know none of this is okay, but lashing out on him right now isn’t going to save Marinette or defeat the akuma. Just calm down, and the three of us can think of something. I need you to think, okay? I don’t know much about being a superhero, and I don’t think either of us trust him right now.”

Queen Bee nodded. “You’re right. I’m the only one that can save us.”

Kagami raised her eyebrow but said nothing in regards to that. “So, what’s the plan?”

“So what if we gave Kagami the earrings so that she can help us?”

Queen Bee’s eye twitched, and Kagami wonders if this is how Chloè felt earlier today. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

“She got akumatized because she felt betrayed and replaced and demonized by her friends, and your solution is to replace her with Kagami? No offense, but Marinette doesn’t like Kagami too much...”

“None taken because she doesn’t.”

Ignoring Adrien’s look of surprise, Queen Bee spoke. “Now that all of the bad ideas are out of the way, here’s what’s going to happen: Adrien is going to fix this.”

“You have my kwami.”

“You and I both know that’s not how kwami’s work, so shut up. Also, you won’t be using Chat Noir. You’re going out there as Adrien. Because that’s who she needs to see right now.”

“How is that any better than my plan?”

“Because you’re going to beg for forgiveness. She’s a guilt demon, so you’re going to go lay your guilt at her feet and hope that she forgives you. She’s too good for you, and you don’t deserve her, so you’re lucky that in order for this plan to work, she has to love you anyways.”

“Love me?”

Queen Bee clenched her jaw. “Please stop talking. I don’t have time to deal with every one of your internal meltdowns over new information. You’re going to go out there and tell her that you messed up. You’re going to tell her exactly what you did, and you’re going to apologize to her. She doesn’t know what you did, but you’re going to tell her.”

“Wouldn’t that make her even more angry?”

“Normally it would, Tsurugi, but it’s also going to catch her off guard. And when that happens, I’ll paralyze her and rip her tail off. Then we take her somewhere private while you keep watch on the butterfly. We give her the earrings and she purifies the akuma.”

“That’s... a really good plan. Two things: what if she doesn’t fall for it, and what if she’s too confused to understand that she needs to purify the akuma?”

“Well, she doesn’t need to fall for it. Because you’re going to genuinely apologize, or I’m using the venom on you. Best case scenario, she’s no longer upset and is able to fight the akuma off on her own, worst case, I just need you to distract her long enough to hit her with my venom. Get it? Great, let’s go.”

[fortitude-sakura]

Noir [11/?]

WARNING: NSFW

AO3

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From: Takaya Ito (itotakaya@uchihaenterprises.com) To: Sakura Haruno (harunosakura@uchihaenterprises.com) Subject: Internship Program - 3rd Quarter Placements

Hi Sakura,

I hope you’re enjoying your internship thus far. You will be remaining as Director Uchiha’s  executive assistant for your 3rd and 4th quarter placements.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask.

Kind Regards,

Ito Takaya

黑

What. Both third and fourth quarters?!

It was the only thing that runs through her mind as she rereads the email over and over again.

It isn’t that she didn’t enjoy being executive assistant to the Director - far from it. She’s  privy to a lot of things that others would die to know. She gets to witness decision making at the highest level and how it creates a ripple effect throughout the entire company. She knows things weeks before her fellow interns catch wind of it. But she can’t help but feel that she’s merely a witness to these happenings. She wants to be in the thick of it, making the decisions herself and having a say on how a project is developed.

She knew she wasn’t doing poorly. Surely her performance had been good enough to-

And she suddenly remembers that careers article she read.

Don’t be so good at your job that you’re irreplaceable. You’ll lock yourself into your position and close any doors of opportunities for promotion.

Had she done her job too well? Was this the position that they had deemed to be the best fit for her? Surely not, right?

Shannaro! This isn’t what I wanted out of an internship!

But is it really that bad? She could have had it much worse. Other interns at other companies simply made photocopies, fetched coffee and  squabbled over staplers and hole punches and the lack of stationery. Sasuke is a surprisingly kind employer and it made all the easier that he was nice to look at.

Bad! No! We’re not going there again.

She decides to find Takaya-san anyway.

黑

“Hi Takaya-san, can I talk to you for a second? Are you busy?” Sakura asks, poking her head into Takaya-san’s office.

“Oh Sakura! I was just about to look for you! Have a seat.” Takaya-san gives her a warm smile. “I have some great news for you.”

What, that I’ll be the Director’s executive assistant permanently?

“A spot opened up in the Employee Housing Program. You’re still interested in the program right?”

“O-oh.” Sakura stutters, having been caught off guard. “Yes definitely.”

Takaya-san smiles once again. She puts a few papers into a thick envelope and hands it to her.

“These are the details of the apartment - it’s a one bedroom, 10 minute walk from the office. There’s a security office at the entrance. There’s also an underground carpark if you have a car. The floor plan is in the packet. It’s unoccupied at the moment so you can move in straight away.”

It means she has to move out of her apartment with Tenten.

“I currently live with a roommate. I’d like to make sure that she has someone to take over my half of the lease before I move in, if that’s okay? It might take a week or so.”

“Of course. The key is with the security office so collect it when you have a chance. The rent is deducted from your pay automatically so I’ll need you to sign this. It won’t come out of your pay until the start of next month.”

Sakura signs the papers offered by Takaya-san.  

“You wanted to ask me something as well, right?” Takaya-san asks as she files the signed document.

“Yes, it’s about my placements.”

“I had a feeling you’d ask me about that. There were multiple factors that influenced the decision. We weren’t able to find a suitable candidate for the position. Of course, you remember his opinion of Keiko and we’d like to avoid another situation like that. You don’t mind right?”

But.. you had three months to find a ‘suitable candidate’.

“The Director has been really pleased with you so far. You’ve been a great help to him and I know he appreciates your efforts. He was happy to keep you on as his executive assistant.”

She must have seen the worried look on Sakura’s face, because Takaya smiles softly like a mother would when explaining something to a child.

“It’s an excellent opportunity, Sakura. No other intern has ever had the chance to observe the Director and learn from him directly. If you’re worried that this is a permanent arrangement, I can assure you it’s not. I will make sure that it isn’t.

“You’re doing a really good job and I believe that employees should be rewarded when they do well. Both the Director and I are of the opinion that you stand to benefit much more as his executive assistant than shuffling papers in the Finance department.” Takaya-san says.

Takaya-san is genuine, Sakura knows this. Takaya-san helped develop the intern program so she had little motivation to see the interns she hired do poorly. She had spoken so earnestly at the intern orientation without bullshit embellishment. There’s no excessive praise and Sakura feels that she can trust her.

“Thank you, Takaya-san. I really appreciate your faith in me.”

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“An apartment in the city? That’s amazing! How much is the rent?”

Tenten’s reaction isn’t one that she had expected. She didn’t seem at all fazed that she’d be without her roommate - she’s just happy for her friend.

“Really low for a place in that location. Here.” Sakura says, handing Tenten the envelope that Takaya had given to her earlier. “I’ll help you look for a new roommate.”

“Thanks.” Tenten says, flipping through the papers. “Woah, there’s even a balcony! Is there a policy on visitors?”

“I don’t think so, not from what I could see. You can come up for drinks and dinner or stay over when we go out.”

“Thank fuck. I hate paying for ubers. They’re so expensive on Fridays and Saturdays. Anyway, I’m going to have dinner with Neji and Lee. How to I look?” Tenten asks, her hands smoothing over her skirt. Her red turtleneck is tucked into the black mini skirt and she has sheer black stockings underneath, modestly covering her legs.

Tenten holds out a simple pair of black suede pumps. “I was thinking of wearing these shoes.”

“They’re perfect” Sakura laughs. “Where are you going for dinner?”

“Lin Tai Fung.”

“Fancy! I hear they have black truffle xiaolongbao. Let me know if you get them!”

黑

Lee chatters away and Neji is grateful he had the sense to take his tie off and leave it in the car. There’s a palpable tension and he probably would have felt even more strangled by the tie that his work requires. He isn’t sure if it’s a fabrication of his head because Tenten looks composed and calm, listening to Lee as he chats animatedly.

Tenten had been the last to arrive and his mouth had gone so dry he had chugged down his glass of water so quickly he had almost choked.

Does she really have to provoke him like that?

He’s sure that her attire has less to do with him than it being what she just likes wearing. However it doesn’t mean that it didn’t illicit certain thoughts about her. Thoughts that he had long since given up on.

“So when I was working at Every Fitness and I met Gai-sensei again. Remember him, Neji?”

“The teacher who tortured us every week with dodgeball and pushups?”

“You make it sound like it was a bad thing.” Tenten recalls. “Gai-sensei is over the top sometimes but at least it was fun.”

“You were good at it. Every time you’d get the ball you’d get someone out.” he muses. “You were always first pick.”

“You just didn’t like playing dodgeball.”

That wasn’t true. He just didn’t like playing dodgeball when Tenten wasn’t on his team.

Lee went on to tell him about opening a gym with Gai-sensei. Not a commercial gym, a more specialised gym tucked away just outside the city which apparently is very popular with the powerlifting crowd. Lee beams when he talks about the latest powerlift meet and all the personal bests his clients have achieved and how proud he was of them. Neji chuckles inwardly, happy that his old friend never lost his extravagant enthusiasm that endeared him to many.

Before long, their dishes had arrived. He had taken the liberty on ordering on their behalf, taking care to order their favourite dishes (or at least the dishes he remembers to be their favourites). Golden Lava buns for Tenten, Drunken Chicken for Lee as well as the traditional siumai and hargao and of course a dozen of their signature Pork and Black Truffle xiaolongbao. Pumpkin cakes and mango pudding for dessert.

“Here.” he says, placing one of the pork and truffle xiaolongbao on Tenten’s porcelain spoon as Lee tucks into the chicken. “Be careful it’s hot.”

“Thanks.” she says and for a moment he feels dazzled by the smile she flashes him. Carefully, she nibbles into the side of the dumpling (and Neji has to stop thinking about the way her lips are pursed and cradling the dumpling just so). She takes a taste of the rich broth and hums in appreciation.

“Oh that’s so good.”

He takes another gulp of his water.

“Oh yes! I wanted to let you know that your suit is ready for you to try on. So is Sasuke’s. Naruto’s isn’t ready just yet, we’re almost done. Did you want to come in altogether?”

“I can come in tomorrow if that suits you.” Neji says.

“S-sure. I can make some time for you.”

“Is this for Hinata-san’s wedding?” Lee asks.

“Yes. Actually I had meant to bring this up earlier, but Hinata wants to invite the both of you to the wedding as well.”

He had mentioned to his cousin in passing over lunch earlier this week that he was seeing Lee and Tenten. Hinata had looked rather delighted, recalling the times that Lee and Tenten were over at their large house, playing.

They usually role played. Lee was a Kung Fu master, Tenten was a pretty dancer who was also an assassin and he was an army general. They spent countless afternoons, play fighting in wars against the evil Emperor. They sometimes enlisted Hinata to play the kidnapped princess.

Hinata told him to invite both Lee and Tenten and who was he to refuse the request of the bride?

They spent a good few hours sitting around and talking, reminiscing about their younger days. Lee and Tenten also filled him in on the years that he was absent for and he could only feel an odd sense of happiness, regret and guilt.

He probably should have found a way to contact them after high school. Perhaps if he had, then he would have never gone out with his ex (because Lee and Tenten would have had his back and told him not to trust the conniving, controlling, crazy bitch). Perhaps, if he hadn’t gone out with his ex, he might have been with Tenten.

A small voice in his head asks, why not now?

And he has no answer to refute.

黑

They fight over the bill when it arrives and on his insistence he pays for the meal, refusing to let either Tenten or Lee to pay for their share, shoving his credit card at the confused waitress. He knows he’s trying to make up for lost time and it’s a poor way of compensating of years of absent friendship but it’s a start. .

Both Lee and Tenten were planning on take the train out of the city but he offers to drive them both home.

“Are you sure?” Lee asks, clearly not wanting to inconvenience his friend. “I live 45 minutes away from here.”

“It would take you an hour to get home. It’s fine.”

And that was the end of that.

Tenten and Lee chat animatedly in the car and Neji participates in the conversation when either of them address him directly. There’s an ease about them that inspires jealousy - an emotion rarely felt by him. They had been playful during dinner with each other and Neji can’t help but wonder if there was something between them.

“I was thinking, we should do something else soon. We still have so many things to catch up on!” Lee says. “There’s great weather next weekend. We could go on a hike!”

“I’m not doing the Thousand Steps hike. I almost died last time.” Tenten says, irritably.

Lee laughs. “Tenten almost slipped a few times on that hike.” he explains. “Well there are other trails we can go on. Willowbark has a great view and it’s not too far.”

“Sounds good.” he says as he pulls up in front of Tenten’s apartment. “Next weekend then?”

“Yep! Thanks for the lift, Neji.” Tenten says as she gets out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

He waits until Tenten retreats into the building before setting off towards Lee’s home.

“So it must be weird seeing us again.” Lee comments. “Especially Tenten. But it feels like old times, right?”

“Yeah.” he says, pausing for a few seconds before continuing, “Listen, I’m sorry for not keeping in contact. I should have reached out to you when I came back to Konoha.”

“Don’t sweat it. It’s like fate brought us all together again, right?”

Fate. If he hadn’t come back to Konoha. If he hadn’t taken his acquaintance’s recommendation to check out Yoshikawa & Sons for suits for the wedding. If he had been able to save just one letter of hers he might have been able to write to her (unfortunately he wasn’t able to remember her address). If he had been able to read those last few letters of hers then perhaps things may have been different. Fate hadn’t been kind to him then.  

“So you and Tenten.” he says finally, the curiosity getting the better of him.

“Hmm?”

“Are you two…?”

Lee lets out a howl of laughter. “No! I love Tenten but she’s always been like a sister to me.”

“Oh.”

“I also don't bat for the same team as you.” Lee continues, in a matter of factly manner.

“Oh.”

“Besides, even if I did, I know how you felt about her.”

Feel. Feel about her, says the small voice.

When he drops Lee off, he finds that he has a lot to think about tonight.

He lies in his bed much later, unable to sleep. Lee's revelation was so casual, tossed aside by the admission of his dear friend that he knew about his feelings for Tenten. Had it been so obvious when they were children?

Sure, he had childish innocent dreams of calling Tenten his family. But he was five. He had boldly announced that he would marry her when they grew up and they'd live in a big house together and have all the pumpkin cake they wanted because they were adults. He had also said that Lee could live with them too. When they hit their teenage years, he and Lee shot up in height. Tenten would whine that the boys had eclipsed her in height but he had noticed that she did some growing of her own. Her hips and chest became fuller and he witnessed just how much the other night. He could never forget the image of Tenten in that dress.

He could only imagine how perfectly his hands would settle on her waist and he'd trace the curve of her hips before pulling her towards him and he'd feel her chest against his. All of a sudden he feels hot despite the cooling weather and the young autumn breeze fluttering in through his open window and he peels his tee off. His mind conjures up Tenten in his mind's eye, lying next to him. Her hair is down, out of her usual twin bun hairstyle and he wants to run his hands through it to massage her scalp. He imagines her hair to be soft and she'd let out a purr so soft. He strains against his sweat pants and he knows there's a part of him that is definitely not soft.

He has to push down his pants and briefs down and feels relief as his aching cock springs free of its confines. His hand reaches to grasp his cock and he lets out a sigh of relief. He imagines Tenten's soft lips on his, and she unzips that sinful dress of hers and his balls tighten at the mere thought of Tenten stripped down to nothing but her undergarments. What would she wear? Plain cotton? Lace? Satin? He doesn't care. She'd look gorgeous in all of it. He'd worship every inch of her in kisses- his lips would move across her cheeks, forehead, nose, ears, jaw and neck. He'd move down to her collarbones and kiss his way from shoulder to shoulder. He'd spend an inordinate amount of time on her breasts before kissing her stomach and down to the junction between her thighs. He'd want to make her feel so good. So good that all she can do is hold on for the ride. He wants to feel her hands in his hair and he'd suck and lick until she begs for him to stop because it's too much for her to handle.

He gripped himself harder, the strokes becoming longer and quicker. He wants to see her above him, impaled on him. His hips would drive upwards as hers would slam down and he wonders just how she'd react to it. He wants her to have her way with him in whatever way she wants until she shatters and he'd flip her over and throw her off that blissful cliff once more.

He can feel the pressure building in his balls and the image of Tenten lying beneath him, face flushed red, skin slick with sweat and her hair fanned on the pillow is too much and he explodes. He grunts her name into the darkness of his bedroom, wishing she were here.

[neo-cherryy]

“Will I Be the Lead?” (P2) || Finn Wolfhard

“Will I Be the Lead?” : Part 1

Request: many requested a part 2

Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: (Y/N) lives in Finn’s stüssy hoodie, Jake becomes Hulk, Finn believes he has wolf senses, Josh brings to light about a time travel theory and Wyatt would lose a race.

A/N: I’m feeling a part 3 is gonna be needed :’))) & thank you to @thelosversclubs for letting me use some ideas from your post // P.S. i’ve noticed some people using ideas from the ending of my Halloween imagine, like that’s cool and all but please credit and ask me first bc I worked really hard on it and I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to have ideas taken and not have a credit ygmmm <3 Also wanted to say I’m happy people backed Finn after the whole thing of people being horrible bc like people have said he owes no one anything, like also he’s 14 why verbally attack him, i cant comprehend honestly- but he did nothing wrong in my eyes and he was probably also pretty taken aback by the amount of people bc again hes 14 anyway enjoyyyyyy Xx

26th November, it’d been 2 years since Finn had left and none of the group had received any form of contact from him. The only time they’d heard about him was through his mum, letting them know he had arrived at his destinations and exactly what those destinations were. Other than that, the group had no replies, so they decided to just take the time as it came.

Josh and (Y/N) were out in the cold morning of the day, skating down their street. She had one of Finn’s expensive hoodies on, something she could only ever imagine to afford, that he’d been given from a photoshoot. She had the sleeves covering her hands, stopping them from freezing, yet her legs were bare. She had socks pulled up to a quarter of her calf, and knee length denim shorts on loosely; she had thought that seeing the sun through the window meant it was warm but as she got outside, she realised it was false but Josh didn’t let her change.

Throughout the day, the two were talking non-stop about films they’d seen, hoped to see and their own ideas for filming. They had skated to a local diner, seated across from each other in a two-people booth.

“Is everything okay?” she asked him, she could tell by the way he looked at his phone that he was mentally reacting to something. He didn’t hear her as he carried on reading on his phone. “Josh?” he quickly snapped his head up, trying not to indicate any sign of emotion. He just raised his eyebrows as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed and waved her off. “Everything’s fine, so what are you having?” he asked, putting his phone on the table. The two looked through the menus, suggesting meals to the other.

“I’m thinking about having a milkshake-“ Josh’s phone vibrated and he quickly pulled it away. He replied to whatever the message had been, and then placed it back on the table before squinting, clearly thinking to himself, and putting in his pocket. He looked back up to her, clearly suspicious but she rolled her eyes and gave up caring about it.

“Good choice,” he said as she ordered, handing the two menus to the waitress. “I have a question for you, though,” she nodded for him to proceed. “If I turned out to be an alien, like this was just my human form, what would you do? Like would you disown me as a friend?”

She shook her head, laughing, looking down then looked back up at him. “Is there something I should know?” he faked a suspicious eye look and ran out from his seat, causing everyone in the diner to look at the two, not that they took any notice, and he soon walked back. Their food had come and they spent the time in silence enjoying the food, occasionally looking up at each other to give a nod of approval.

“Happy Birthday,” he said as a slice of chocolate cake for him came, putting a candle in it and using his own lighter to light it for her. “It’s my dessert to eat but you can blow out the candles,” she flicked his forehead before blowing out the light. She sighed, thinking about how Finn had now missed yet another birthday of hers, but she was soon brought out of her thoughts by Josh. “Can I have a go on your board?” he asked her, she shrugged.

“I don’t see why not,” she smiled, halving the payment with him. “Just don’t break it.”

                                                        ***

“You fucking broke it!” she practically screamed, voice cracking as she did. “How do you fall off the board and run it right under a moving car, like, how does that just happen?” she began to pace, hands running through her hair as she began to breathe heavily.

“I fell off on purpose,” he said cautiously. “I didn’t see the car coming, though.”

She turned her head slowly towards Josh, “You have three seconds to run before I fucking kill you,” she said through gritted teeth, eyes wide and sending sharp daggers towards him.

“Look,” he said, holding in laughter, as he held his hands up in defence. “I’ll take you to get a new one, okay?” he said. “I’ll pay.”

“Yeah, you better,” she shook her head. “Like right now.”

He checked his phone. “How about in like… half an hour?” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“You better not be bullshitting me, Oval,” she referenced the shape nickname that her and Finn gave to him. “You’re so dead, otherwise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved her off as they began to walk on the pavement. “You never answered my question, by the way,” he tried changing the subject, hoping she wasn’t still mad at him.

“What question?” she asked, attempting to think back at their conversations. “Oh, the alien one,” he nodded, looking down at her. “I wouldn’t disown you as a friend, no,” she smiled. “But I’d probably blackmail you with it, you know, get all the shit I’ve ever wanted.”

“I see you’re still mad,” he laughed. She gave him a sarcastic smile and nod before flicking his forehead again.

                                                       ***

The two got to the store and both looked around, Josh allowing her to pick any board she wanted. He was on his phone frantically texting multiple times to someone whenever she had her back turned.

“How about-“ she stopped, seeing Josh quickly look up and put his hand down, which held his phone, at his side. “Are you secretly breaking up with someone because you’ve been like that with your phone the whole day,” she laughed but he just ignored her comment and nodded towards the boards hung up on the wall. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I can’t be bothered to care if you won’t tell me,” she turned round and began to scan the prices of the boards.

“Try and go with the cheapest, please,” he chuckled. “My money is tight.”

“You’re the tight one,” she scoffed jokingly. “If Finn was here, he’d be telling me to purposely pick the most expensive because you purposely broke my board,” she tapped on the price stickers to the tune of Jurassic Park, causing Josh to smile to himself. She’d had the tendency to tap on anything with the theme tune but she was completely unaware, which made the others in the group never actually mention anything.

“That sounds about right,” she quickly flicked her head round, almost hurting her neck at how fast she’d done it. She knew that wasn’t Josh and as she looked, she saw Finn stood directly in front of her holding an obviously shaped present. She flung herself towards him, after he quickly put the present down on the table and then pulled away. “Hi,” he chuckled, smiling widely at her. “Is that my hoodie?”

She looked down and pulled at it, “Yeah it is.” She said nonchalantly, shrugging and smiling.

“Oh cool, looks cute,” she smiled even more at his remark. Josh watched as the two stared at each other, almost as if they were the only ones in the room.

“Yeah, well it’s mine now,” she hugged herself, rocking her torso sideways.

He just shrugged, “Okay, it looks better on you anyway,” he tugged at the sleeves, gently brushing her fingertips accidentally. “Jesus you’re cold,” he laughed which made her place her hands on either side of his face on his cheeks. “I missed you, Dickwad,” she laughed, pulling him back into a tight hug. He held one hand on the back of his head, seeing as he’d grown taller yet again since the last time they saw each other, and held the other around her. “You absolute, arse, though, why didn’t you tell us you were here?” she asked, hitting his arm. “Wait, this is all a bit coincidental,” she turned to Josh. “Is he the one you were-“

Josh nodded. “The one I was secretly breaking up with, yes,” she laughed. “He told me to break your board, though, so don’t keep hating me. I’m also not here to buy you one,” he nodded towards the present on the desk.

“I hate you guys,” she laughed. Finn gave her the present and she bounded like a child as she took it from him. She sat on the floor and unwrapped it, giving herself multiple paper cuts from how carelessly she was doing it.

“I bet you it’s a bike,” Josh said, nodding in anticipation. It caused her to stop and look up at him, laughing along with Finn whilst Josh just stared blankly at the gift.

She finally got to the present, not surprised that it was a new skateboard. The top was a khaki colour, “Look underneath,” Finn said excited. She turned it over, seeing that it had been custom made with a graffiti cartoon of the group. Josh was drawn at the side standing up, eyes melting black, holding the top of his skateboard with it stood on the ground. Wyatt on the other side doing the same as Josh, the two with their chins up as if like tough bodyguards. Jake was drawn as the Hulk, placed between the two boys and much taller than the rest. (Y/N) was drawn crouched down on a board, with Finn doing a leapfrog over her.

“This is sick,” she said and Josh came over to look too. He laughed at his eyes and took a photo. Wyatt came running through the door with Jake, out of breathe and leaning down. “Traffic was bad, but finally got here,” he said. The two walked over to where everyone else was stood and looked at the board.

“Alright, man, I’m the Hulk,” he nodded and clapped his hands together. “What’s up with Josh’s eyes,” he laughed, holding his stomach.

“My knowledge was pouring out of me from my brain,” Josh said plainly.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Knowledge.”

                                                        ***

It was around 4 o’clock and the sun was still up, causing everyone to complain about how hot they were. Josh and (Y/N) were stood, boiling in the heat, as they tried to work out where Finn had taken them. They were stood still and Wyatt had decided to sit on the floor, whilst Jake lied down.

“Dude, we’re in the middle of a car park,” she said. “Where are we meant to actually be?” They had no signal on their phones and Finn was walking in circles. “You know he’s got us lost, right?” She laughed quietly with Josh.

“Yeah, but I mean- what is he doing?” He whispered and laughed. She turned her attention towards Finn, who had his fingers to his temples and looked around. He was biting his lip and was squinting both because of the brightness and because he was in so much fake concentration, almost looking constipated.

“My wolfie senses are tingling,” he said, walking towards the group.

“Wolfie senses?” she questioned.

“Yeah, like spidey senses but wolfie because I’m a Wolfhard,” he seemed impressed by himself. She nodded as he spoke. “Like a hard wolf,” she just raised her eyebrows and smirked. “It’s cool, okay?” he shouted, pretending to cry as he walked away.

He carried on with his actions of holding his fingers to his temples before abruptly pointing in a random direction. “I’ve forgotten where it is, let’s go eat,” he pointed and started walking fast, causing the others to quickly rail behind. All out of breathe and dragging their feet on the ground.

“Is a harrow a bird or a fish?” Wyatt asked. They’d all been talking randomly like they usually did, most likely having passer-by’s over hear them. They were sat on a patch of grass in a large open park, eating, (Y/N) and Finn sat next to each other and the other 3 sat opposite. “I think you’re thinking of a sparrow,” she said, pointing at him, almost as if she was clicking on an option given in mid-air. “Yeah and a herring,” Finn laughed, his hand on the floor behind her. She was hunched up, Starbucks hot chocolate cup in hand, her arms resting on her knees. Finn was rested back slightly, his arm behind him for support, legs out in front of him crossed and a root beerbottle in his free hand. He’d taken a swig and pointed to him with his bottled hand. “It’s a tool,” Josh said. “Kinda like you Finn,” he nodded towards him, not even a tug at his lips to indicate that he was joking. Alike to her, his sense of humour was hard to tell, which made her laugh even more at his jokes. “Fuck you, Oval,” he said, calling him by his nickname of a shape. “Wyatt’s the tool, we all know that, have you seen his photo shoots?” She took out her phone, laughing, in attempts to find the photos of Wyatt. Finn was leant close to her, pointing and telling her what to write whilst the two giggled. “Shut up,” he whined. “You guys are such arseholes, just because I know how to work a camera.” She nodded in agreement as she looked through the photos. She made “ooh” noises jokingly and was still laughing. “You know we can technically time travel?” Josh said. Everyone looked at him, giving indications of him to elaborate. “Right, so if you go on a plane to fly to a different country or wherever with a different time span or whatever it is, you’re either going back in time- reliving a day that you’ve already experienced- or going forward in time- missing a day that you haven’t lived yet.” All stared at him, thinking to themselves and then mouth’s gaped open. “Holy shit,” she said. Josh looked impressed with himself and brushed his hands against each other as if dusting off his knowledge on the floor. “I know-“ “Where did you read that?” Finn spoke up. “No way did your mind function that by itself.”

“I have a lot of these things in my brain,” he shrugged. “They just pop up whenever they feel like saying ‘hellooo’, you know?” he trailed.

“You’re something special, Oval,” Finn said.

“My mum says that too,” he nodded, seemingly proud. “How funny.”

                                                         ***

Finn and (Y/N) had gone back to her house, looking for some films to take back to his to watch. She let themselves in and the two made their way upstairs. Finn looked around as he walked, a paining feeling in his chest as he realised just how long he’d been away.

“Haven’t been in here in ages,” he smiled, wandering around her bedroom. “It’s so different- Did you take these?” he interrupted himself as he looked at her wall covered in photos. Whilst he’d been away, she found a hobby and interest in taking photographs, both digital and film. “These are insane,” he beamed as he looked in awe at all of them. His eyes were scanning each one slowly, wanting to look thoroughly and in depth.

She walked over and stood next to him, she shrugged modestly. “I don’t know,” she laughed. “I think they’re pretty average,” he shot his head towards her with a look of somewhat annoyance, thinking how can she not see it? “What?”

He shook his head, diverting his attention back to the wall. “You’re crazy talented, the fuck, man,” he chuckled. “You need to take photos of me for my Instagram, I’d get scouted as a model with your photography,” she blushed slightly, nudging his arm in embarrassment and awkwardness. She sat on her bed and he turned, leaning against her desk opposite her. “Seriously.”

They stayed in silence for a few minutes. “You’re not bullshitting me?”

He shook his head. “No, I would never bullshit you,” he said. “Ever” she smiled weakly. “How have you been, how’s your mum?”

“I’m good, like actually really good,” she spoke genuinely but avoided eye contact with Finn. He smiled, at ease to know that she was feeling better than the last time he’d seen and spoken to her. “My mum’s doing well, too, we’re a lot more open with each other now. So that’s helpful, I started to take photos because it gives me a reason to get out the house, you know?”

“You have no idea how happy I am,” he stayed looking at her, not that she knew this. She then looked up and softened his look, not as fixated on her this time. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by her catching him looking at her the way that he was.

The two had made their way back to Finn’s house and were sat downstairs watching a film whilst their parents were outside talking and socially drinking. She had her head resting on his lap, yawning every so often, and was curled up like a hedgehog. She had still got Finn’s hoodie on and had the sleeves pulled over he palms again, her hands resting underneath her head. Finn’s hands were placed on her forearms, occasionally tapping a new and made up beat.

“I feel like that’d be Wyatt,” she laughed, barely able to hear herself as she had one ear covered by the back of her hand. “Legit just trailing behind, like if we were to all race I reckon Jake would be kinda middle, Josh would be right next to Wyatt, no doubt,” she cackled. She pointed and pulled her arm back to underneath her head.

“Will I be the lead?” he joked, knowing full well she would make an excuse to make him lose, and her to win.

“No,” she sat up and looked at him, shaking her head, “I’d beat your arse,” she laughed, speaking with a confident tone.

“See,” he said, not convinced. “I think I would be, I think I’d be way in front,” she squinted at him and he copied her, mimicking, as if the two were in a western show down.

“Mum!” They both yelled in unison, eyes still focused on the other. They both ran out the room, shoving each other to get through the door first. They made their way out to the back garden where their parents were, “Who do you think-“ they, again, spoke at the same time and looked at each other.

“Who do you think would win in a race?” He asked, they all laughed.

“Don’t laugh, this a serious question,” she said impatiently, bouncing up and down.

“Okay, okay,” they waved for them to calm down.

“I think (Y/N) would win,” Finn’s brother piped up from the kitchen. “Finn would come close behind by about 3 laps,” Finn pulled a face at Nick which he gave back.

“My favourite Wolfhard,” she laughed, running in to get a fist-bump from him, causing Finn to whine.

“I would win,” he scoffed. “All of you are just jealous.”

[fountainpenguin]

Question Meme: (Ignore this if you don't want to answer all these....) 1, 2, 3, 28, 31, 33, 40 (sorry i couldn't pick one)

40 Questions For ‘Fic Writers Meme

#1 - Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Gradual character development spread across a piece with deepened, believable worldbuilding. You know, I often say I’m not into romance, but here’s the thing: A nice long, serious slow burn does a person good. I’ll happily accept romance if an author can really get me into the minds of the characters and make me want their relationship to develop as much as the characters do.

It’s shallow romance that rubs me the wrong way. Give me two characters who honestly, truly care about each other to the point where they’ll sacrifice something they love, or even be willing to let each other ago if it means the one they love will be happy. I love that. But if you’ve got one character who will pitch a fit rather than let their love be happy with someone else, you’re really working uphill with me.

Worldbuilding doesn’t have to be as deep and complex as my ‘fics tend to get, but I do love to see how different authors expand the same world in different ways. I’m not a big fan of horror and for some reason I just can’t get into sci-fi. I enjoy fantasy and biology.

Really, I love anything that doesn’t contradict canon. AUs? Eh, sometimes, but they’re not my favorite. I like behind-the-scenes, between-the-lines, believable futures, and backstory pieces with some nice worldbuilding. And some complex characters who don’t always make the best choices and then have to suffer the consequences for their actions. Yes. ‘Fics like those are very nice.

#2 - Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

A queerplatonic relationship that’s happy, healthy, and long-lasting. You would think I would let my aro/ace children be happy, but alas, ‘tis not to be! You could say I like to squash zucchinis. I am self-projecting my own insecurities. I made Bennett a horrible person to show the “worst possible relationship with an aro/ace who wants a sexless marriage” so that the hopes and dreams of the other aro/ace characters look more reasonable by comparison. I do that a lot.

Okay, I lied. I can think of six “official” queerplatonic relationships we will see in my FOP works, and one of them actually does have a happy ending. I mean, probably. I haven’t written it yet, so who knows?

Spoiler alert: Mario and Peach are the OTQP and I’m going to milk it. What can I say? I call ‘em like I see ‘em and canon literally gave us a plumber who’ll collect 120 Power Stars in return for cake, and a princess who turned down his hand in marriage after all the times he’s rescued her, but adores him anyway.

#3 - Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole?

“We pretend to hate each other but secretly we’re both in love and will one day in the heat of the moment spontaneously confess our romantic feelings and form a mutual, caring relationship without any further character development.”

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a very serious, honest, straightforward person (being INTJ and all), or if it’s because I’m asexual, or if it’s a combination of both (or neither), but I can’t stand huge plots about people refusing to admit that they like someone. Love has always been a logical thing to me. I was sixteen before I found out sexual attraction was a real thing. I don’t really understand it, but I guess it’s possible to have physical feelings for someone even if you don’t logically want to? And you can’t stop yourself or turn it off? I honestly don’t know how that works, which is why the “I wish I wasn’t physically attracted to you” trope has infuriated me since childhood. I just didn’t get it.

Even before I realized I was asexual, I would have discussions with my mom about how if I ever had a crush, I would openly admit this to my friends if they asked. I wouldn’t protest or deny, as I see so many media characters do. Then it turned out I’m incapable of feeling physical attraction and I get friendship squishes instead of romantic crushes, so that happened.

As a general rule of thumb, you should trust the characters I write if they say they aren’t attracted to someone. If they like someone, they’ll tell you so. If they don’t, they’ll tell you that too. And if they’re confused, then it will be very clear that they’re confused. No means no. I’m very strict about that. Don’t read into it looking for signs that they’re being secretive even to the reader. They are not. I emotionally cannot bring myself to do that.

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

Oooh. I’m going to say that Shaddic takes the cake on this one. If you’re a Total Drama fan, or even if you’re not, then “Daddy’s Characters” will break you deliciously like very few fanfics will. “Before and After” is just a step behind it. The emotion captured by these ‘fics is incredible, and I highly, highly recommend them if you’re into evil villains who are undeniably and yet realistically cruel. Both ‘fics revolve around Mike and his multiple personalities (“Daddy’s Characters” revolving around adult Mike and Zoey, married with a daughter and with twins on the way, coping with something horrid that lands a distraught Mike in prison, and “Before and After” being the trauma-filled childhood backstory ‘fic). 

Shaddic characterized everyone perfectly. So horribly, painfully well. Ugggh, I love it. My gallery has Identity Theft on the way, which will revolve around Foop and Hiccup and some multiple personality trauma, but it won’t be as beautiful as Shaddic’s work. They’re honestly worth a read if you ever have the time one day, even if you aren’t a Total Drama fan. You really don’t need to know the show to enjoy them. And enjoy them (and suffer) you will. In all my years, I’ve never seen an evil villain portrayed so… villainously. Love it.

I’m also a fan of SelanPike- partially for sentimental reasons, I suppose. I remember reading her Mario ‘fics over and over eight years ago, and I still read them today on a regular basis. Crazy how time flies. They’re just ones that I love going back to. As most of you know, I tend to fall in love with background characters. Fawful, Kamek, and Doopliss fit those qualifications- and coincidentally, those three are Selan’s favorites too! Technically, it’s because of her that the 130 Prompts project came to be. I always loved her 100 one-shot challenge, and that’s sort of how I eventually decided to write my own.

I really admire Selan for her characterizations. Her Kamek portrayal is my all-time favorite. So is her Fawful, her Doopliss, her Bowser, her Bowser Jr, her E. Gadd… she’s just a master of character. Even her freaking Jojora is spot-on. I mean, talk about background characters, am I right? Ha. Her writing is excellent and she has some fun plots. I always enjoyed drinking up her fanart and reading her comics on her deviantArt too. Still do. She has such a fun, bouncy art style. Her 8-page comic about Fawful attending school in the Mushroom Kingdom after Kamek hits him with the truant officer threat gets me every time.

I highly recommend “Until Tomorrow” (Her post-“Superstar Saga” ‘fic about Kamek and Fawful attempting to revive Cackletta so Kamek can kick her butt in a magic fight and Fawful can get the mother figure he refuses to call his mother figure back), and her famous ‘fic “On My Own” (about Fawful coping with Cackletta’s death and eventually working his way up the Koopa Kingdom social ladder). “Fragmented Spectrum” is a wonderful, tense, horror-ish ‘fic as well, with my absolute favorite Bowser Jr. portrayal. Plus, I love the rivalry between Kamek and Fawful seen in “F.S.” with Fawful trying to draw magic circles that he decided must be 100% perfect to count as circles, and Kamek not even knowing how to deal with him and his technology brain. Beautiful. 

Check out the rest of her gallery too. Her two FFN fandoms are Mario and Invader Zim. She isn’t active there anymore, but her ‘fics are worth the read. I will say that I’m not a fan of her ‘fic “Everything You Ever” because I feel that Cackletta was way too sweet and nice for an evil villain in that one. But then again, I haven’t read it in years, so who knows. I’m not crazy about Selan’s Peach portrayal either, but that’s where my third recommendation comes in.

GuardianM1234 is a recent discovery of mine, and she does not disappoint. I’m a big fan of her ongoing ‘fic “Smoke” (which updates twice a month right now and is nearing its climax). It’s basically the story of Peach and Bowser growing up, and the development of their relationship from being fairly friendly as children to their complex relationship as adults. I’ve never seen Peach portrayed so perfectly, and I adore her. Never thought I would, but I do. Guardian also has a very unique take on Mario that’ll really make you squirm.

I love Guardian’s writing because she pits characters in emotionally-difficult situations and lets them learn and grow. They make bad choices, but she demonizes no one. Not even Bowser. Plus, Bowser has a little sideplot with Clawdia going on (the canon mother of the Koopalings if you know your deep hidden lore, though since the Koopalings were recently ruled “not Bowser’s children” by Nintendo’s “official” canon, I don’t know if she will be their mother in “Smoke” or where Guardian is taking this ‘fic). Basically, what I’m saying is, Clawdia and Bowser roastfest. Be there. They crack me up. And Guardian’s TOADSWORTH is perfection. Please give that old boy his gossip.

Plus, Daisy takes Bowser shopping for wedding dresses once and he bribes her with a six-pack of soda. Nice, short chapters with a few pleasant hints of worldbuilding slipped in, and a LOT of character. Guardian is still somewhat new to fanfiction, but she’s very sweet and she would adore some reviews if you do read her work. If you love her stuff, give her a shout-out! She’s great.

#31 - Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I fall halfway between this one. The answer is, sort of both! For my main fandoms, I have one rule: I don’t contradict canon, unless canon contradicted itself and I was forced to pick a side. Origin gets so deep into biology and Knots into culture that they feel more like original works than fanfics sometimes, because I’ll flesh things out as much as I want to. So that’s sort of a liberty I take with canon. But I never contradict canon if I don’t have to. I always comply.

It’s a puzzle. I love connecting dots behind the scenes. I love forcing everything that’s canon to be canon, even if it looks like it contradicted itself. If I can solve a plot hole, I try to. I will make ridiculous backbends to fit colorful Anti-Fairy eyes, Crocker’s ebb and flow of wealth, Miss Idaho’s “rare genetic condition that prevents her from aging,” Mary Alice Doombringer’s random abilities, and Girlfriend the cat’s sentience into Riddleverse canon, and I’ll love every second of it. I only cut a piece of canon out if I feel like I absolutely have to. It’s fun.

I can definitely enjoy reading ‘fics that stray from canon, and might even write them on occasion. But the reason why I write fanfics is because I loved the canon and I want to see it expanded, not taken away. I’d like to publish my original works someday, so if I’m not sticking close to source material, why would I write a fanfic that I could publish as an original work instead? 

For the same reasons, I’d rather read a fanfic that expands on canon than eliminates it. When I fall in love with something, I fall in love with its world. I like ‘fics that blend worldbuilding aspects in with the plot they’re writing, even if it’s a short one-shot. I don’t love reading something that feels like its writer just inserted the names of popular characters into their otherwise original work so that people would read it. I want to have the little details and feel convinced that these are the characters (and the world) that I love. Personal preference.

In some cases, I default to realism over canon, such as by giving Cosmo the ability to recognize faces. In my psychology classes, I’ve learned that sometimes during investigations, police will show pictures to people and ask them to select the face that matches the one they were shown earlier. People pretending to be mentally handicapped in some way will often get the answers wrong on purpose in an attempt to maintain their facade, while those who are actually mentally handicapped will get them right. Just a nitpicky thing I do.

So I often favor realism over canon in certain ways, even if it possibly contradicts canon a bit. I respect canon and try to stay true to it as much as possible because I enjoy doing so, but I don’t consider myself 100% beholden to it, especially considering how many different contributors there can be to a project over the years. I do my best, but enjoying what I write comes first.

#33 - How do you feel about crack?

I can enjoy the occasional way-out-there thing, but I prefer serious stories in general.

#40 - Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Well, you didn’t give me a ‘fic you wanted to see an alternate ending to, but I do have a few short pieces I can share. You see, the “That Was Then” Prompt (the Jay Rhoswen and his studies about Anti-Fairies one) wasn’t supposed to end the way it did. Here is how it was meant to go:

Rhoswen scooted back hand over hand along the counter, his feet skittering in the vapor. What in the name of dust was he doing? He shouldn’t be looking at his wife’s counterpart more than at his wife! He shouldn’t be having these sorts of thoughts at all!

Anti-Shylinda placed her palms to his cheeks and gazed into his eyes. “No talk,” she whispered, and when she leaned forward, those burning lips closed over his.

As for whether that Seelie Courter chose to kiss the anti-fairy back once she’d started to draw away? Well… You ought to look to the term “Rhoswen syndrome” to answer that.

I didn’t like the idea of Anti-Shylinda being the one to make moves on Jay, so I scrapped it. Not only that, but the whole piece is written as snippets from Rhoswen’s journal now, so the voice here no longer fit the narrative.

At the end of the first chapter of Frayed Knots, “String Theory”, Anti-Cosmo cuts off the tips of his ears. I was originally going to expand the scene as follows:

Blood spattered the floor. With a hiss through my teeth, I withdrew the knife and dabbed the blood up with my sleeve. The stone might stain.

Recalculating, I dragged my stool over to the sink. The angle was awkward, but at least my blood would wash easily away. There, I slit off the tip of my ear, cutting carefully around my first canetis ring. Then I mirrored the action on the other side. Both rings bounced across the stone with a clink, click, clatter.

I uncurled my tongue and set the knife aside. Then I took the severed tips of my ears and held them to my head again. It took three agonizing minutes, but the smoke that filled my veins stretched out and wound around my fingers. It absorbed my ears and pressed them into place again. Full, soft, and whole. I fingered the gashes mother’s piercing clamp had left behind. Apparently, even regeneration couldn’t heal injuries left by an unenchanted tool. Useful information to know.

The canetis rings disappeared into my pocket. Then I got up and pushed open the window. I took a running start, dove out, and unfurled my wings.

However, I kind of liked leaving the chapter on the cliffhanger of “Oh my gosh, what did he just do to himself???” I also couldn’t include a sink in the castle in a time period when there is no indoor plumbing. Then I decided that I would rather give Anti-Cosmo permanent gashes in his ears he had caused himself, rather than ones caused by his mother, to always remind him (and everyone around him) of that day he stood against Anti-Fairy tradition. Kind of a shame to delete the scene since I like how it gave us information about smoke and Anti-Fairy healing right from the start. I might recycle it later.

Actually, if we’re talking about the original version of Knots, everything was supposed to be different than what it was. Here is another deleted scene that was originally planned to be the opening scene of Knots:

“Mum, I’m nine and a half minutes old. I’m not a baby anymore. Come on, please? You let Anti-Robin leave home to get his wand when he was only three!”

“You weren’t even born yet. How can you possibly know that?”

“He told me about thirty seconds ago, right before you came in here.” I grabbed my mother’s skirt in two tiny fists. “Mum, I’m going to be the only pup in the colony without a wand. What about our image?”

She wavered visibly, running her thumb along her staff. “Well…”

Father peered over his spectacles and frowned. “Now, wait just a minute here, Anti-Florensa. He’s just a pup. You can’t send him into the woods to gather the materials for his first wand all by himself.”

“But it has always been our family’s tradition,” she sniffed. “It’s not as though he’ll die. On the contrary, I’m more concerned about him killing valuable plants with his acid. Anti-Cosmo, you’re drooling again.”

I wiped my mouth. “Sorry, Mum.”

I really loved the “I’m nine and a half minutes old- I’m not a baby anymore!” idea, especially since there aren’t many times when you’ll have the chance to use it. As you can see, Frayed Knots was going to begin with baby Anti-Cosmo leaving his manor home alone to obtain his first wand. 

But overall, in the end, I decided that it was more important to show the importance of smoke in Anti-Fairy culture, and we ended up with the scene we have now. Also, I really wanted Anti-Cosmo to grow up never knowing who his father was until several years after Anti-Robin had died, which meant I had to scrap or replace this scene in some way anyway.

The “Mama’s Boy” Prompt was actually written with the manor idea in mind, and I believe Anti-Florensa even uses the word “manor” in it. I added an author’s note to that piece several months ago mentioning that “Mama’s Boy” is semi-canon for now until Frayed Knots is finalized. A lot has changed.

Some other deleted scenes from the early plans of “Anti-Cosmo lives with his family in a manor near the Castle, and they are nobles but not royalty” include:

“I got something for you, kiddo.” Anti-Robin flicked an aluminum medal across the table that read #2 Son. I grinned.

“This is for me? Thanks! I love it!”

He tilted down his glasses. “You say, ‘Thank you, Father, for this generous gift.’”

I repeated the words, and he tousled my hair. “Now, go do second son things.”

“Yes, sir! I will! Thank you, Father!” With the medal swinging from my neck, I trotted happily off.

and

I clung to the frame of his office door, beating my wings to keep myself from staggering forward. I knew better than to cross the threshold, even though there was nothing I wanted more in the universe right then than to throw my arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. The bruise Mother had left on my arm hurt even more now than it did in the kitchen, somehow. My eyes slid back and forth across his desk.

“Where are you going?”

Anti-Robin calmly placed another folded shirt inside the suitcase. “Back to Anti-Scarlett’s.”

“With your other family?” I asked. “With her kids, Anti-Xavier and Anti-Tom?”

“Yes.”

“Why can’t I come with you? I want to meet them.”

“It’s a dad thing.” He closed the suitcase with two clicks and turned around. His eyes were steely calm, his frown very firm. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

and

“ELEANOR!”

Anti-Robin and I grabbed our mouths and looked at each other, gaping with our eyes. Mother was over 150,000 years old. Her real name wasn’t supposed to be said out loud.

Father slammed a newspaper on the table, then stepped back and crossed his arms. “Might I inquire what the meaning of this is, ‘dear’?”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked, not looking up from the end of her staff. She studied its base, then ran her polish rag across it again.

“Anti-Bryndin had the green fairy locked up, and I know you’re behind it.”

So, don’t feel too sad that Anti-Cosmo grows up without a dad in my works! It wouldn’t have been the best relationship anyway. Besides that, now that I’ve had time to think about it, this Anti-Robin portrayal isn’t that far off Ambrosine, and I’d rather H.P. and Anti-Cosmo had fathers with very different personalities.

If you have a really sharp memory, you may possibly remember seeing that medal around Anti-Cosmo’s neck when I drew my late-night FOP/Moana doodle dump that one time.

I also have oodles of scenes deleted from Anti-Cosmo’s visit to Winkleglint’s estate, since originally Scarletfeather was supposed to show up and Anti-Cosmo panicked when he couldn’t stop Scarletfeather from luring Mr. Thimble away. I could have filled another entire chapter with what happened during that study abroad week, but in the end I decided they were mostly self-indulgent and not important enough in the grand scheme of things to justify leaving in.

I’m skimming through my files of deleted scenes and I forgot I had this one too. Anti-Cosmo wasn’t supposed to have his intelligence test proctored by Ambrosine originally, as I was going to send him to this mental hospital facility. I decided against it, but here is a terrifying scene that we almost got. So, it’s technically an alternative ending too:

Dr. Gabriel handed me a piece of bark marked with the word Failed. “Don’t get cocky. Everyone has their limits.”

Failed? That lout outright failed me? I dropped the bark strip and looked up as Dr. Gabriel spread his wings. With a few sharp beats, he flew out of the pit. I chased after him, searching the platform above me with my eyes. So I couldn’t fly, and I was short, but I could make that leap-

“Oof!”

Or… perhaps not. I slid back down to the floor and landed on my rump. Never one to be deterred, I leaped back to my feet. Something to boost me, something to boost me… Oh! Snatching up his forgotten broom, I backed against the opposite wall, and then ran forward. I shoved the handle of the broom into the corner offered by the platform and the floor and launched myself into the air. Yes! Yes! Ahahaha! I hurtled out of the pit and went rolling across the ground. Dr. Gabriel spun around, his mouth falling open in surprise.

“Please,” I begged him, climbing to my feet again. My broken wings batted feebly behind me. “I want to gain a Fairy education. Level with me, doctor. You don’t want Anti-Fairies filling up your precious conservative school. And I don’t want Anti-Fairies filling it up either. True, we Anti-Fairies are known for our memories, but I like to feel special, and I shouldn’t want to chance anyone stealing my thunder away from me. You let me in, and I won’t breathe a word about your biases against my people.”

Dr. Gabriel studied me with idle coldness, clutching his tablets to his chest. He drifted a few steps backwards along the corridor. “Anti-Cosmo, your genius is entirely creative. You’re severely behind in your knowledge of technical skills, and you lack basic common sense as well as a sense of self-preservation. Because of this, we can’t recommend you be placed in any advanced programs. You’ll need to stay where you’re at.”

The corners of my mouth twisted into a frown. Then a sneer. “Frankly, Dr. Gabriel, I’m not particularly fond of that option.”

With that, I yanked out the can of forget-a-cin I’d nicked from his pouch when he’d been turned the other way. Dr. Gabriel had time to look horrified before I mashed the button down. My eyes were squeezed shut, but even so, the world around me lit with white. I let the empty canister fall to the floor and opened my eyes again to find the nervous fairy glancing around in bewilderment.

“There,” I said. “I’ve just put a block over this memory of yours. I do hope no one else would care to challenge me, or I will be forced to perform the same trick on them. Now, I demand that you, good sir, will have me enrolled in all the classes of my choosing. Is that understood?”

Dr. Gabriel’s wandering eyes finally latched onto me. His shoulders shivered, although he possibly didn’t remember why. He bobbed a bit lower in the air. Then his wings fell silent altogether, and he leaned his back against the wall. He slid down to the floor. “S-security! Security?”

His voice was too weak for anyone who wasn’t an Anti-Fairy to hear. I sighed. Covering my eyes again, I made a signal with my other hand. “Oh, dear. I do apologize. I really never do this, you must understand. It’s so messy.”

If he hadn’t been so hazy from the aftereffects of the forget-a-cin, I’m sure Dr. Gabriel wouldn’t have let me get away with as much as he did. As it happened, I walked right up to him and lay my claw against the karmic pouch on the left side of his neck. He yelped, but I knocked his clumsy hands away from me without any real effort. I braced my hand against my hip.

“I really never do this. It’s vile and crude. So sorry, I really am. But then again, well, perhaps I’m really not.” And with that, I sunk my fangs into his neck. Blech. He tasted of old mutton.

Dr. Gabriel screamed. He twisted, his shoulders rapidly seizing up. I rolled my eyes and kept my fangs embedded until his coughs turned to silence and he had frozen in place, as still as a stone statue. Only then did I wrench back my head, bringing the coils of his karmic weave along with me. Most of them were blue, but here and there a pink one surfaced, or a yellow. As the colourful threads of his life whisked above us, I stood back and traced one claw beneath my eye.

“Anti-Fairy tears consist mainly of sulfuric acid, of course. And I daresay you hurt my feelings quite a bit back there, didn’t you?”

Forcing myself to cry came as naturally as forcing myself not to cry always had. I captured the burning tear on the end of my claw and, very slowly, held it out towards the paralyzed fairy sitting against the wall. For several long seconds, I let him see it glistening there. Threatening to drip down on the place where I had bitten him. Which was still bleeding.

“I never do this,” I said again, truthfully apologetic. “It’s messy and you’ll be rather cross when you wake up, assuming you wake again at all. But it is true that I am crying, and here you are, lying so very still. We’re standing rather close, aren’t we? So close that I could touch you.”

Lacking the ability to move, all Dr. Gabriel could do was sit numbly, his mouth gaping. I lowered my claw towards his neck.

“But it’s only a single tear, isn’t it? Why should a fairy care if he made an anti-fairy child cry? No, a single tear cannot hurt your conscience. A single tear may sting your skin, perhaps, but it shouldn’t cause any long-lasting problem so long as no liquid in your body is particularly warm. Oh, wait…” Here I feigned surprise, and brought my claw a mere centimetre from his karmic pouch. Green liquid trickled down his neck. I smiled. “Why, internal Fairy body temperature borders on the boiling point, does it not? Oooh, I’d hate to see what happens when that acid comes into contact with your blood. I’ve heard it’s prone to such catastrophic explosions.”

There was, of course, no reply. Sighing, I withdrew my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the tear from my claw.

“No, but I suppose I’m a gentleman, so I shan’t leave you comfortless. As I told you, I really never do this. I’m all boasts and bluster, really. That’s all I really am. Let’s get you cleaned up, lad.”

I was just wiping away the last drops of acid from his stunned face when the door opened behind me. I looked over my shoulder to find Anti-Jolene floating there with a clipboard in hand. She took in the threads of wild karma and my kerchief, and looked at me with her ears cocked forward.

“So… How is it going?”

I sighed and tucked the handkerchief away. “Dr. Gabriel and I have just finished, painfully. I say, are business deals with Fairies always so messy?”

She smiled a thin smile. “It would behoove us to find a neutral party who could settle things between our two races more easily, wouldn’t it?”

“I’ll be cleaning karma out of my fur for weeks,” I muttered, and went about gathering up his tangled threads so I could stuff them back inside his soul.

He was one messed up kid in this draft, that is for sure. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll find a place for this scene in the current version someday, if I ever need to send an older Anti-Cosmo to a mental health facility. For now, however, it’s deleted.

“This Is a Box” was actually supposed to end differently as well. And of course, so was “This Is Halloween.” Every once in awhile I’ll have a piece get away from me and end the way it wants, but most of them end the way I plan from the start.

Thanks for all your requests! I really appreciate your curiosity!

[wishingforatypewriter]

Passion Food

Summary: Hisako and Akira have fun with aphrodisiacs. 

 "So it's settled." Erina adjusted her reading glasses before scribbling her signature on the twenty ninth page of the document in front of her. In today's meeting they were going through the lucrative tasks titans of the gastronomical wanted to put before the Elite Ten Council—for a hefty price of course. "Aldini and Mito-san will fly to Milan this weekend to advise Chef Batali on his new restaurant's menu. All expenses will be covered by the chef, of course." 

Everyone knew that Tōtsuki consultations didn't come cheap. "Hmm," Ikumi said. "What should I pack? Aldini, is it cold in Italy this time of year?" 

 "Not too bad, I think," he said. "I'd still bring a jacket though." 

 "Yeah, makes sense."

 "I wonder if it's a charter plane or a commercial flight?"

 "Definitely charter," Ikumi decided, "It's chef Batali we're talking about. But what snacks should we bring?"

 "Next order of business," Erina all but growled. These meetings lasted twice as long as they did back when she was tenth seat because everyone on the council was so chummy now. Her grandfather said nothing like this has happened since Chef Saiba was a student at Tōtsuki. She shook her head vigorously. Now was not the time to think about Saiba-san.

 "A renowned se..se...what?" Erina looked up, her face flushed. "That can't be right, right? A s...se...seeeeeeee." 

 Curious, Alice snatched the paper away from her flustered cousin. It had to be something good to make Erina drop her professionalism.

 "A world renowned sexologist wants us to develop a gourmet dish using natural aphrodisiacs to recommend to her clients. Hmm." 

 Alice looked around the room. Tadokoro was about as red as Erina; they'd both be useless at something like this. Yukihira and Ryo, though both geniuses in their way, had neither the sensitivity, nor the background in herb cultivation to excel at such a task. Maybe the underclassman? No...Alice wouldn't be a cruel senpai. "Alright!" she sung. "I'm going to give this one to Hishoko and...Hayama-kun!" 

 "You don't have the authority," the pink haired chef began.

 "Oh, but I do," the Nakiri replied. "In the event that the second seat is unable to perform her duties as head of the task distribution committee, the fourth seat is in charge. You have the medical know how. You're most qualified for it."

 "Yukihira!" Hisako tried, appealing to the first seat's veto power. 

 Souma scratched the back of his head. Truthfully he hadn't been paying that much attention. "I mean, she has a point, Arato." 

 "Better get to work," the Nakiri sang. "You too Hayama-kun. As part of my faction, I expect you to excel." 

 "When did I become part of something like that?"

 "First year. When you assisted with my booth on Main Street." 

 "For the last time, it was the Shiomi Seminar's booth!"’

  "No back talk!" Alice slammed her hand against the table. "Now, shoo, the both of you."

 Once they were gone, she turned towards her fellow council members. "So who wants to make a bet?"

 "I'm listening," Ikumi said. 

 "¥70,000 says they make out by Monday." 

 "You're being cautious," Ikumi observed. Her wagers usually went into the hundred thousands. "But I'll match it," she then glanced towards the second seat, who still seemed to be in shock, and lowered her voice. "Arato-san is just like Erina-sama when it comes to that stuff." 

 Alice shook her head. "That's an act for Erina's sake." 

 "We'll see." 

 Just then, the Nakiri in question seemed to come back to life. "Anyway, where were we?" 

 Alice smirked. "Just sign your name here, Erina."

On Saturday morning, a black car arrived in front of the Shiomi seminar. "I can't believe I'm already sending you off," Jun wailed as he put the spices he would need into small plastic containers. "I mean, she seems to be a nice girl but-" 

 "It's only Elite Ten business. I'm not even particularly fond of her. Don't be so dramatic, Jun," he chided.

 "It's professor Shiomi!" she insisted. 

 "Just remember to water the plants while I'm gone. Don't forget what happened last time."

 She sighed. "Yes, Hayama-kun. Good luck!"

 "Thanks." Then, not wanting to keep the driver waiting any longer, he got into car and was chauffeured to the Arato mansion, which was about a half hour's drive from Tōtsuki's campus center.

 It was a traditional estate with a small pond and multiple gardens behind the main house. The property was larger by far than the on-campus Nakiri mansion. Two maids awaited Hayama in front of the main house. 

 "You must be Hayama-san," one, a dark haired woman, said. "I'll bring your belongings to one of the guest rooms."

 "It's alright, you don't have to-" 

 "Please," she insisted. "There are many rooms in the Arato estate, and you might not find your way back." 

 "Okay..." Somewhat reluctantly, he handed his duffel bag over and the woman disappeared into the manor. 

 "Hisako-sama is out in the herb garden," the second one explained. "I can lead you there now, unless you'd like some tea first." 

 "No, that's fine," he replied, feeling a lot like he'd just entered a world class hotel. "We should probably get straight to work."

 After a ten minute walk through the compound, they reached the herb garden. Hayama was greeted with the sight of Erina's secretary strolling barefoot with feather light steps through the different plots. With a woven straw basket in hand, she'd bend down every minute or so and add something to her collection.

 "Oh, Hayama-kun." She finally spotted him and gave a little wave. "I'm almost done here. Just give me a minute." She pulled a root of some sort out of the ground and then made her way over to her classmate. 

 "Hisako-sama." The maid gave a little bow. "Is there anything more that you require?" 

 "Has someone delivered Erina-sama's weekend schedule to the Nakiri mansion?" 

 "First thing this morning, Hisako-sama." 

 "Perfect. Thank you, Hana. That's all I required. Please spend the rest of the day as you wish." 

 After the young maid took her leave, Hisako realized that her classmate was staring at her incredulously. "What?" she asked.

 "You're a princess," he deadpanned. Almost everyone at Tōtsuki has some wealth but this...to think that someone who grew up with all this could trail behind Nakiri the way she did. 

 "Don't say that," she laughed and started walking to the kitchen. "They just act like that because I'm not home often." 

 When they reached the kitchen, Hisako placed her basket on the counter alongside other ingredients she'd set out. "Cinnamon, nutmeg, guarana, and is that...maca root?" He quickly figured out her herb and spice blend, but feigned some uncertainty for her sake. 

 "Your powers are truly frightening, Hayama-kun," she joked. 

 "So you're making a dessert then," he predicted. 

 "I thought that would be the best choice for the task at hand," she explained as she began to chop up a large block of semi-sweet dark chocolate.

 "It's going to be a molten chocolate cake topped with raspberries and powdered sugar. You have a different idea in mind, though?"

 "A curry." 

 "Why am I not surprised?" she laughed. "But will that really...um...you know?" Hisako bit her lip, looking down.

 "Will it make them want to have sex?" The spice expert smirked at her. To think she'd doubt him. "I'll let you be the judge then, Arato." 

 Under his amused stare, her face and neck flushed. Still, she forced herself to look him in the eye. "In that case, Hayama-kun, you should taste mine as well."

 "The limit is two hours." Hisako resumed her cooking. She mixed the batter and poured it into molds, and dissolved the ground maca root and guarana in spiced rum to make a decoction. Then, as she started to temper the chocolate filling—a skill she picked up during the second year of high school—it hit her. The overpowering, irresistible fragrance that always accompanied Hayama's cooking gripped at Hisako like a physical thing, heating her from the inside out. 

The seventh seat shook her head and took off her cardigan, leaving her in only a floral sun dress. She had to stay focused! Still, that spicy, umami packed aroma whispered to her, tortured her. In a moment of weakness, after she'd slid her cake into the preheated oven, Hisako turned to look at Hayama on his side of the kitchen. Surely her own dish must be having a similar effect on her opponent. But alas, the spice king appeared completely focused on his own cooking. 

Hisako rolled her eyes, less than pleased. But the day was still young, and she would make him yield to her world of cooking once and for all. Over an hour later, when she'd taken the cake out to let it cool, Hayama approached her with his dish. 

"Tell me how it measures up." 

 With one look at those smug green eyes, Hisako knew she was in trouble. But with her head held high, she ate a spoonful of the curry. Almost immediately she broke into a sweat. The heat was tantalizing, heightening her senses. The rich umami of the goat meat burst forth in her mouth. The potatoes, with their hint of sweetness caressed her palate in just the right way. It entire dish was like an attentive lover whose every move was for the sake of her pleasure. 

Despite he best effort, she released a deep moan. Her knees nearly buckled.

 "I didn't know Nakiri's secretary could make sounds like that." 

 "Y-you shut up!" She squeaked, all the while waiting for her heart rate to slow. After regaining her composure, as much as she could anyway, she topped her own creating with powdered sugar and two raspberries. "Here." 

 He tasted it and seemed to have no reaction for a while. Hisako braced herself, expecting to hear that she was useless or limited. But instead he leaned down, looked at her and said, "I was wrong. Arato Hisako, your world of cooking is boundless." 

 Those words that she'd been hungry for since the day he defeated her in the autumn elections flipped a switch in Hisako, and it might have been the curry, or the look in his gorgeous eyes, but before she knew left from right she was kissing him—long, and hard, and breathless. Then Hayama's lips were on her neck, and she threw her head back, releasing another moan. 

 Suddenly, a wild shriek sounded from one of the gardens where an onlooker gazed at the pair through binoculars. Then the two came to their senses. 

"What was that?" the spice prodigy asked. 

 "My stalker, probably," she sighed. Hisako smoothed her hands over her rumpled dress. "Okay. We are both way too good at this. It’s dangerous."

 "True," he admitted. And then a pause charged with uncertainty passed over them. "So do you want to try again?" 

 "Sure, sure. Maybe this time we can improve the fragrance if we-" but then his lips were on hers again. "The smell would be stronger...if we switch...the rum you used with...bourbon whiskey," he told her between kisses. 

 "Yes," Hisako gave a contented sigh. "Why didn't I...think of that before?" Why hadn't she thought of any of this before? Why hadn't she been kissing and caressing him since the day they met? 

 When the effects of the food wore off, they perfected their recipes and presented them to the client, who said it reminded her of her first love affair. 

 On Monday morning after Sadatsuka Nao had filled the Elite Ten's suggestion box with hate letters addressed to Hayama, Alice waved her outstretched hand at Ikumi. "I told you I had a sure way of knowing. Now pay up, Mito-san."

 Author's Notes: So, I posted this on fanfiction.net a year ago, but I thought it was applicable. Happy Hisako day, everyone!

[the-raven-sisters]

Chapter Two

Title: She’s Beauty, She’s Grace, She’ll Punch You In The Face

Theme Song: Don’t Bring That Trouble by NEEDTOBREATHE

Word Count: 4,781

Warnings: language, violence/blood, partial nudity, cliffhanger ;)

Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Maisie Raven, (OC) Piper Evans, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

POV: Third person

A/N: This was originally going to be together with chapter one, but when we realized nobody wants to stop and read a 10k fic in one sitting, we split it up. And here, you finally get your dose of the boys! Feedback, or just crazy asks, are always welcomed :P we’re still getting the kinks out of our tag list, but don’t hesitate to let us know if you want to be tagged! -Hope

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A bold, silver-lettered sign is placed above the double doors leading into the building at the address Philip gave them. Harper and Maisie both inhale sharply at the sight.

“I love Philip,” Maisie beams.

“I can't believe him,” Harper grumbles.

The sign reads, ‘Hunk-O-Mania.’

“What do you say we get our hunk on,” Maisie giggles, waggling her eyebrows, to which Harper responds by rolling her eyes.

“Three cups of coffee is not enough for this,” Harper says, turning back to the truck. “Come on, Mais, it's a strip club, we’re not going to find anything useful in there while the sun is up.”

“I guess you're right. I’m starving anyway,” Maisie concedes and starts toward the truck after Harper.

“Fries before guys?” Harper questions.

“Cakes before mates. Or in this case, bundts before hunks,” Maisie quips with a grin.

“You ruined it,” Harper returns, but she can't hide the small laugh that bubbles up.

Driving passed various dining options that caused multiple heated arguments, the girls finally opt for a new diner downtown they had yet to experience. Harper pulls the truck into the first empty parking space they spot, coming to a stop next to a sleek, classic, black Impala.

“Oooh, what a babe,” Maisie admires as they exit the truck and make their way towards the small diner. Once inside, they scan the seating to the left and right of the door, before spotting an empty booth to the right towards the back of the room and heading to claim it.

The girls sink into the seats opposite of one another, and not seeing any menus on the table, they wait for someone to make it over to them. After a good five minutes, Harper throws her hands up exasperatedly.

“I gotta pee, order me a coffee if anyone comes by today,” she says before getting up and heading to the bathroom. Just as the door swings shut behind Harper, a tall, brown shaggy-haired guy walks out of the men’s room, and after glancing around one last time to make sure no one was already headed towards their table, Maisie gets up as well and follows behind him to the front.

Coming to the front counter, Maisie overhears the shaggy-haired guy talking to a slightly shorter and stockier man leaning against the front counter.

“You pay already?” The taller one asks.

“Yup. Just waiting for my pie. Gettin’ me a fresh piece,” the shorter one says, sounding a little giddy, Maisie notes; she then sets to waiting as she realizes a waiter would be back shortly. The shaggy-haired man huffs and informs his companion he will be waiting in the car, before turning and walking out the door.

After a few seconds Maisie feels the other man’s eyes on her. She peeks out of the corner of her eye to see him roving over her form freely, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips. She shifts to face him and meets his stunning gaze, easily giving him a warm smile. She lets her own gaze travel briefly over his features, looking over his dark suit then taking in his light, honey brown hair, cut much shorter than his friend’s. He has shining emerald eyes, a spattering of freckles across his face, and a strong jaw covered by a light shadow of stubble.

“Too bad we’re not at a bar so I could buy you a drink,” he starts smoothly, making Maisie laugh softly and shrug.

“I’d be happier with pie, honestly.” At this, the man’s smirk widens to a grin; he takes a step forward, starting to offer his hand, when the waiter comes back and hands him a small to-go container, effectively interrupting their introduction.

The man looks apologetic as he turns away to take his pie, then he pulls his wallet out and grabs a few bills, sliding them towards the waiter.

“And a piece of your best pie for…” He trails off looking to Maisie expectantly.

“Maisie,” she offers.

“Awesome,” the man grins again. “For Maisie,” he finishes. The waiter just nods and accepts the money, inserting it into the cash register and returning the way he'd come.

“Hope I see you around, Maisie, enjoy the pie,” the man says, giving her a wink as he starts towards the door.

“I'll be sure to think of you as I savor it,” Maisie returns with a playful smirk. He shakes his head, then with one last smile in her direction, turns and exits the diner. Maisie watches him for a moment longer, noticing his bowlegged walk, and the phrase ‘hate to see you leave, love to watch you go’ quickly comes to her mind. She bites on her bottom lip and turns back to the counter, anticipating the return of the waiter.

She isn’t left waiting for long as the waiter returns swiftly with her pie in hand. Before he gets a chance to disappear again, Maisie orders a coffee for Harper and asks for menus to be brought along with the coffee to their table. She makes her way back to their table and slides in on her side, facing an impatient-looking Harper.

“Glad to see you're enjoying your sister’s suffering. I'm sure you're gonna love that pie,” Harper quips bitterly. Maisie quickly shakes off the small smile she hadn't realized she was sporting, before picking up her fork and taking a bite.

“Mmmm I love this pie,” Maisie brags exaggeratedly. Harper scowls in return.

“It's not my fault you had to go to the bathroom while I was ordering your coffee and flirting with Mr. Perfect face,” Maisie continues, scooping another bite of pie into her mouth. At this, Harper perks up slightly.

“Mr. Perfect face?” Harper queries and Maisie nods resolutely.

“Perfect face. Complete with freckles, a killer jawline, and these stunning eyes. God, I could stare at him for days on end,” Maisie replies dreamily. “Bought me the pie too!” She beams. However intrigued Harper usually would have been, this time her bitterness wins out; rolling her eyes, she continues to frown at Maisie.

Maisie remains unfazed, proceeding to savor her pie. Suddenly Harper's eyes light up as the waiter finally approaches their table and sets Harper’s coffee in front of her, followed by two menus.

After the waiter disappears, the girls browse the menus and Harper begins discussing the pressing situation at hand. “So, I guess we should head over to the abduction sites after eating. How does that sound?”

Maisie nods. “Yeah, it’ll help pass the time til’ we get to the juicy stuff,” Maisie waggles her eyebrows. “And maybe we can find something more to help us catch the son of a bitch,” she adds more somberly.

After a satisfactory meal at the diner, now rated four stars by Harper and Maisie, one star deducted by Harper for the poor waiting time; the sisters perform a thorough search of the abduction sites, which come up empty, then head back to Hunk-O-Mania. The sign is now lit up with neon lights, insinuating the club is open.

Maisie hops out eagerly and wastes no time making it to the building while Harper trails behind grudgingly, taking a quick stock of the building before entering behind Maisie. Once inside, they are soon greeted by a tall, lean, tan-skinned man, wearing only a pair of low hanging jeans.

“Hello, ladies, welcome to Hunk-O-Mania,” he flexes each of his pecs as he says the name, making Maisie snort and Harper scrunch her nose in distaste. “Can I show you ladies to a good time?” His winning smile never falters.

“No, you can show us to your boss. FBI,” Harper retorts, whipping out her badge for him to see, encouraging a grinning Maisie to follow suit. The man’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Uh, yes, Agents, right this way.” He turns, leading them passed tables of women laughing and taking shots, and up a flight of stairs. He knocks on an open glass door leading into a spacious room, only somewhat resembling an office, with matching glass windows lining the room, giving a view of the club downstairs.

“Hey, boss, FBI here,” the man nods towards Maisie and Harper. A neatly dressed oriental man, with highly pronounced cheekbones, looks over at them from where he stands looking out of one of the large windows.

“Thank you, Thunder D,” he nods at him, the ghost of an amused smirk touching his lips. “Please, come in, ladies,” the boss beckons them.

“Agents Finch and Fitz,” Harper says with authority, revealing their badges and letting him glance over them before the girls put them away.

“Huong Jun Seo,” he replies politely. He extends his hand; Maisie and Harper each take their turns, firmly shaking it. “How can I help you, agents?”

Harper pulls out the photo of Cannon Isaacson, the blonde-headed man from the security cameras, and hands it to Huong. “Have you seen him lately? We need to ask him a few questions.”

He glances over the photo before handing it back to Harper. “He’s missed work four nights in a row now. You won’t find him here.”

“Any clue as to where we can find him or who else we should talk to?” Maisie asks. Huong looks thoughtful for a moment before answering.

“I don’t know where you can find him, but the last week or so before he stopped coming in, there was a man that had started to become fairly regular and seemed to take a liking to him. One of the other performers can probably give you more to go on,” Huong adds.

“Okay, thank you for your time, Mr. Seo. Here's how you can reach us if you remember anything else.” Harper hands him a card with their business number. He takes it and nods in acquiescence.

“Of course, agents. I would appreciate it if you could be discreet. If it's all the same to you, ” Huong concludes. The girls agree as they make their way out of his office and head back down the stairs, looking for the next person to question.

Maisie makes eye contact with one of the hunks and starts making her way toward him with a hesitant Harper trailing behind. “Hey,” Maisie says with a suave smile. The hunk smiles back and opens his mouth to reply only to have Harper cut him off before he utters a word.

“Mind if we ask you a few questions?” Harper asks, revealing her FBI badge and giving him a forced smile. Maisie gives a small pout in Harper's direction as she follows suit.

“Uh sure, what can I help you with?” He replies, after flicking his eyes between the two of them.

“I could think of a few things…” Maisie mumbles barely under her breath, earning an elbow in her ribcage from an unimpressed Harper.

“We’re looking for this man.” Harper provides the hunk with the picture of Cannon before continuing, “Mr. Seo informed us he was seen with a man who became fairly regular, and that one of you might be able to add to that information. What can you tell us?”

“Ahh, Mean Dean Dazzle,” the hunk says with a smirk.

“Mean Dean Dazzle?” Maisie asks puzzled while Harper only stares with her eyebrows scrunched together.

“Yeah, that's his stage name. One of our best performers if you ask me. Didn't even know he was gay until Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious started showing up,” he answers with a shrug.

“So they were involved?” Harper asks.

The hunk looks slightly conspiratorial as he replies, “As much as they were always eye fucking, I'd say definitely.” Maisie tries to hide her giggle and he grins at her, before frowning slightly. “Also, I think I saw them leave together that last night before Mean Dean skipped out on us,” he adds.

Harper nods then asks, “Did you happen to get a name for this ‘mysterious’ guy?”

“I think he's just Guy.”

“Yes, we have established he's a guy; I need a name for the guy,” Harper shoots back exasperatedly.

The hunk just laughs as he responds, “Yeah, his name is Guy.”

“Oh” is all Harper can manage. Maisie just shakes her head but manages not to laugh before she bails Harper out of her awkward predicament.

“Got any security cameras around here?”

“You lookin’ for some entertainment,” the hunk raises an eyebrow at her. Maisie smirks.

“Any other time I'd say you read my mind, but unfortunately today I'm working. We need to know what Guy looks like.”

“Well, can't help you there. Down here is a little too dark for cameras,” the hunk concedes.

“Alright, thank you for your time. Maybe I'll see you around,” Maisie adds with grin.

“Anytime you want,” he quips, sending her a wink as she turns to go. Maisie can hear Harper groaning as they make their way to the exit.

“I'm sorry sis, did you want to hop on that? I'll back off, no worries,” Maisie teases patronizingly.

Harper attempts to ignore her by rushing forward, head down, but only manages to bump right into another shirtless male. She puts her hands up to push herself away but realizes her mistake when they land right on the man's bare chest, her face going red.

“Fuck me,” she mutters. The man raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth to speak, but Harper interjects, “No, not you!” She rolls her eyes and steps back, shooting a glare over her shoulder at a nearly hysterical Maisie. “Fuck off,” Harper says to her before storming out of the club and letting the door slam in Maisie’s face.

Once outside Harper takes a deep breath and goes to cross the street, but as she looks to make sure no vehicles are coming, she catches a glimpse of a gas station, right across from the side of the strip club. Maisie emerges through the club doors just as Harper changes course to head towards the gas station.

“Harp, where are you going? Wait up,” Maisie calls after her but Harper just continues in her determined strides.

“Ugh don’t be like this, Harper. I promise one day you’ll be laughing about it too,” Maisie insists, catching up with Harper and trying to match her pace.

“Look, I know that wasn’t the ideal situation for you, but you sure a gas station bathroom would be better than a strip club bathroom?” Maisie questions, hoping she can get something out of Harper to explain their intended direction. Harper just rolls her eyes and replies with a single word.

“Cameras,” she nods in the direction of the gas station. Maisie’s lips form an “O” and she nods slowly in understanding. They walk the remaining few feet in relative silence, the only sound being their feet hitting the concrete. Reaching the gas station, Maisie strides a few steps ahead to open the door and hold it for Harper.

“Suck up,” Harper chides as she passes Maisie, entering the building.

“First of all, you know that’s not true, you’ve just always been jealous that I have a naturally sweet disposition; second, why can’t I just do something considerate for my sister because I love her? Chivalry isn’t dead you know,” Maisie retorts, following Harper in and letting the door close behind her.

“Sweet is not the word I would use to describe you,” Harper shoots back with a small, sarcastic laugh. Before Maisie can respond, the clerk greets them with a resigned smile as she sets down her magazine.

“What can I help you with tonight?” Harper and Maisie pull out their badges once again as they come to the counter, and hold them up for her to see.

“Do you have security cameras that have a view of the club across the street?” Harper asks the middle aged woman, whose name tag reads ‘Sheri’. She thinks for a moment before answering.

“Yes, ma’am, I think we do have one.”

“Well, we’re going to need to take a look at some footage from it,” Harper informs her. The woman nods and shuffles over to where a keyboard and mouse rest, under a monitor set up facing partially towards her and partially towards the girls and the rest of the store.

“Have a particular date you’re looking for?” She asks.

“Five nights ago, probably pretty late, or early morning four days ago,” Harper replies. The clerk nods again and starts typing momentarily, before reaching to turn the monitor towards Maisie and Harper. The time stamp on the video reads eleven and Maisie asks Sheri to start slowly fast forwarding the footage.

After a few minutes, as the time stamp nears two in the morning, a nondescript, dark van pulls up to the side of Hunk-O-Mania. A few seconds later, what looks like their suspect exits the club through a side door and proceeds to the passenger side of the van, taking a brief look around him before he climbs inside. Right as the van starts to turn the corner and drive off, Harper directs Sheri to stop the footage.

“Bingpot!” Maisie practically shouts, making Sheri give a little yelp and even startling Harper. “Sorry… I’ll write the number down.” Maisie has the decency to look sheepish as she pulls out her notepad and diligently writes out all the letters and numbers she can make out from the van’s license plate.

“Well, thank you, Sheri. You’ve been very helpful. I hope you have a nice night,” Maisie smiles at the woman before she and Harper turn and exit the store.

“You have got to stop using that reference; there are so many more appropriate words,” Harper groans in complaint to Maisie’s outburst.

“You can pry it from my cold, dead hands,” Maisie declares.

“That can be arranged,” Harper counters.

Realizing that Philip won’t be at the police department until the morning, Harper and Maisie head home to check on Piper and get some rest. Once Harper puts the truck in park, Maisie hops out, heading inside without waiting. When Harper finally makes it into the house, Maisie is explaining to Piper the developments that had occurred in their investigation throughout the day and how much closer they are to finding Ellis.

“We’ll talk to Philip tomorrow morning and go from there, okay?” Maisie gives Piper a reassuring smile.

Harper runs a hand through her hair as she adds, “So, let's go get some sleep, and finish this tomorrow.”

Piper nods, looking defeated but hanging in there; Maisie wraps an arm around her, attempting to comfort her and leads her upstairs to bed.

Before Harper heads up to get herself to bed as well, she heads to the kitchen, whistling lightly as she checks Neptune and Gandalf's water bowls. Nodding satisfactorily, she waits until she hears the familiar tapping of the dogs paws against the smooth wood floors as they run to meet her and she heads toward the sound.

Upon seeing Neptune and Gandalf, Harper drops to one knee and smiles tiredly as they come to greet her, nuzzling against her arms.

“Hey, buddies, aren't you a sight for sore eyes,” Harper says, before dropping a quick kiss to Neptune’s head. She stands up again and heads towards the stairs, patting her thigh to signal to the dogs to follow her up.

“It's bedtime, boys,” she mumbles, trudging up the stairs. Once Harper conquers the stairs and arrives at her room, she immediately drops on top of her comforter, Neptune jumping up beside her.

She kicks off her boots and wiggles out of her jeans, plucking her phone from the pocket before they fall to the ground. As she plugs the charger into her phone for the night, Harper realizes she had better send Philip the license plate number tonight so he can get to it first thing in the morning.

As Harper unlocks her phone, she notices that she has an unread text messages from Danny. Staying true to his word, he texted her earlier in the night about their coffee date. But she was too busy working to even notice. Harper stares at the message for a moment, reading it a few times, but decides it will have to wait for now. Getting back on track, an exhausted Harper types out a quick, rather sloppy email with a picture of the license plate attached.

Philip, need run license plate. Vampy suspect, p please. Vroom vroom motherfucker. Luv, u fav sister

Looking back on this email at a later date, Harper will wonder what the fuck she was even doing. But in the end, it conveyed the message well enough; though much to the annoyance of Philip.

The next day, the three girls wait out the hours, which seem to go by agonizingly slow, until Philip comes through with the information they need to get to the vampires. The only thing remotely interesting while they waited was the momentary surprise of Arthur finally emerging from the guest room, and the girls trying to subtly cover up their eagerness for his departure by supplying him with breakfast to go. Once Arthur was packed in a cab that Maisie had called for him and sent on his way, Piper turns to Harper and Maisie looking puzzled.

“Was he here the whole time with me yesterday?” She asks. To which they shrug out a guilty apology and promise to let her watch her favorite movie to bide the time. “I think it’s about time for a Count of Monte Cristo fix,” Piper agrees, satisfied. Several classic movies and two take-out orders later, the phone call from Philip finally comes, along with the only known address attached to the owner of the van. It’s time to put down the pizza and pick up a machete.

The girls jump to their feet, grab everything they need, and are ready to jump in Harper’s truck when they notice Piper looking determined to head out that door with them. Harper and Maisie exchange looks before turning on Piper.

“Red, you have to stay put, it’ll be better for everyone if we’re not having to worry about you too,” Harper pleads using her nickname for her. Piper doesn’t budge, giving them a steely look.

“And I’ll be climbing the walls with worry if I’m stuck here.” She then focuses her stare on Maisie. “If you dare shut the door in my face, I will hotwire that damn mustang if I have to, and follow after you,” Piper threatens. Maisie’s eyes suddenly look as if they might pop out of her head.

“Okie dokie, well there’s no arguing with this one, I call shotgun,” Maisie almost shouts as she darts to the truck. Piper smirks and brushes passed a fuming Harper, who is inches away from punching something. Or someone.

Once everyone is seated in the truck, Harper peels out of the garage and towards the road without a word. Maisie quietly attempts to find a decent radio station, but just as she settles on one of her favorites, the classic rock station, Harper suddenly swats her hand away and turns the radio off.  

“Savage,” Maisie mutters under her breath as she sulkily looks outside, her arm resting on the rolled down window. She closes her eyes momentarily, the wind caressing her fingertips. But her fleeting moment of peace is interrupted when she feels the window pushing on her arm, and as her eyes snap open, she realizes Harper is rolling her window up. Quickly pulling her arm back into the cab of the truck, she side-eyes Harper with contempt while Harper continues to watch the road, looking unfazed. But Maisie could tell by her death grip on the steering wheel that Harper is still quietly seething.

After what feels like hours of a rocky silence, they can finally see their destination nearing. It was the complete opposite of anything they imagined a vampire hideout to be. There was an unlit sign, barely hanging on for dear life to the stone awning of the one-story building, that they could make out in the darkness to say, ‘Holy Cow’.

“What the fuck?” Maisie sputters, as her eyes take in the life-size metal cow, backed by a rainbow twice its’ size, sitting on the roof of the seemingly deserted, one-story building. Pulling closer, Harper shuts off the headlights and eases into park caddy-corner to the ‘Holy Cow: Casino & Brewery’.

Maisie and Piper both reach for their doors at the same time, but while Maisie hops out with no problem, Piper finds she can’t get her door to open. Before she starts to question what’s happening, Harper reaches into the back seat and snaps a pair of handcuffs on one of Piper’s wrists before fastening the other end to the hand-bar above the window. Harper pushes her door open then and turns back to see Piper’s expression go from surprise to anger.

“What the hell is this?” Piper exclaims.

“You really thought you could get away with threatening Maisie’s Sweetheart and pissing me off?” Harper retorts, glaring at her. “Maisie put the child lock on, easier to handcuff you that way. Now, stay in the fucking truck,” she adds angrily before slamming the door shut and locking the truck.

Maisie walks over to Harper, handing her a machete and brandishing her own specialized weapon of choice: a long whip of tightly packed plates of silver, with a thick strap of leather soaked in dead man’s blood wound around. And at the tip, a sharpened piece of iron is fastened on, for good measure.

The girls march toward the abandoned building, weapons in hand and ready for a fight. As they approach the front, muffled noises come from behind the closed doors, crashing and groans of pain. Harper and Maisie share a confused look before one of them signals to enter the desolate building.

Kicking the doors inwards and striding towards the chaos, the girls take a split second to take stock of their surroundings and the situation in front of them. Two machete-toting men are attempting to fight off three vampires, throwing punches and swinging wildly. Three dead bodies litter the ground with a fourth body tied up and slumped against a pillar.

Harper and Maisie jump into action after registering who the monsters are, wasting no time getting to the struggling hunters. Maisie heads for the vampire who had just thrown the shorter of the two hunters back onto a table left askew, effectively knocking his machete across the floor. Just as the vampire tries to go in for the kill, Maisie raises her arm, and with one expert flick of her wrist, her whip is wrapped around the vampire’s neck. The iron tip embedded in the vampire’s skin, Maisie yanks back hard on the whip, and with a grunt from Maisie and a brisk snap, the vampire’s head is severed.

Kicking the vampire’s useless body out of the way, Maisie steps up and extends her hand to the disarmed hunter, helping him regain his footing. Now face to face with the hunter, a grin spreads itself across Maisie’s face as she recognizes him to be the man from the diner who had bought her pie. A quiet look of awe is displayed on the man’s features, but before either of them can say anything, their attention is drawn by a cry coming from the taller hunter.

“Sam!” The hunter’s deep voice resonates across the dark space.

The second vampire is standing with its’ foot on the collapsed hunters ankle, his foot turned at a nasty angle. In the next moment, Harper rushes over from checking on the unconscious victim and delivers a swift blow across the vampire’s neck with her machete. Pushing off the lifeless body, Harper and the hunter, Sam, see each other clearly for the first time. He pushes his long brunette hair out of his face, making sure he is seeing a clear image of Harper. His hazel eyes widen in surprise and his lips part as he takes in her appearance. Stunned, she squints at him with the ghost of smile playing at the edges of her lips.

Suddenly, the crash of a heavy door echoes through the room; Harper and Maisie instinctively run toward the sound, leaving the two hunters behind to take care of themselves. Maisie pushes through the door first, Harper right on her heels. But they are seconds too late as the last vampire speeds down the street.

“Dammit.”

“Shit,” Harper and Maisie curse at the same time.

Accepting the escape of the monster, they turn and head back into the building to confront their fellow hunters. Harper tries to contain her elated emotions as they walk towards Sam and his companion. Harper catches Sam’s questioning eyes, giving him a mischievous smile before addressing him.

“Well, after all these years, I almost thought I’d never see you again, Sam Winchester.”