#fic au

[simping-for-red-flags]

Should I be working on my fic? Yes

Am I making edits based on my au instead? Also yes

[faretheeoscar]

PROMISE ME MIGUEL…

*Warnings this is long just for being an explanation to my fan art drawing for Non Violent Communication fic of @greensagephase *

Apologies for any mistakes I might have made,I wrote this on a plane hehehe

So a couple of days ago I had this dream about Peter and Miguel meeting each other, keeping the to the canon of NVC in mind that Peter is gone (my heart aches for Peter and I’m having a full brainrot rn)

I can’t remember the full details about it so I’m gonna improvise a bit, but in general this is how it went. (in general the premise was that Miguel got to talk to Peter, it was in a dream, the same dreams he has with his family when Gabriel, his mom or Gaby come to visit him in his dreams.)

Cue the dream and the brain rot!

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Miguel have been tossing around all night, he have been getting conflicted about his feelings about you, how they started to develop which each passing day, at the beginning he was reluctant to even acknowledge you as his friend cause he was afraid of loosing you, but then everything changed, it’s been 2 wonderful years of what he thinks it’s the most amazing friendship of his life, there’s no one like you, he feels comfort around you, something he had only had with his family, and nowadays it’s not an unfamiliar feeling for him to consider you as the closest person he has in his life.

The thing is that recently his thoughts have been diverted in another direction, you both have been in certain situations that made his heart beat faster than normal, he has been noticing your smile, the way your eyes sparkle every time you look up at him, the way you do a little scrunch on your nose when you think and stick out the tip of your tongue when you are concentrating, his thoughts have led him to think to you in other ways more than a friendship, made him crave to be closer to you, to be more…

But Miguel is conflicted, he doesn’t want to risk the only thing that is a constant in his life, specially not knowing if you are maybe feeling the same thing that he is feeling, he knows something in the air has changed, he can sense it, but still he doesn’t want to put anything in line, that’s why Miguel has been distancing himself from you for a little, he has stopped pairing you up with him on the team missions cause he gets nervous that he’ll screw up and say something he wouldn’t, hell today he was so nervous to be around you that he has cancelled his Saturday dinner with you, and he’s not only nervous about how you might feel about him, there’s other thing that bothers him deeply… and it’s your past, he knows you have had your own hard journey to heal, and he has helped you in what he can first, as a boss, then as a friend and now… he wants to help you with your heart, the thing is that, he has never ever wanted to insult Peter’s memory, and that’s what scares him the most about this situation, that’s why he has gotten in an anxious state when he is trying to rest, he tosses and turns on his bed, he has been like this for two weeks now, not even being able to sleep with your hoodie cause it causes him an amount of fear and guilt that he doesn’t know where it comes from, maybe it’s also the same insecurities he has regarding about thinking… no, not thinking, wanting to be in a relationship again.

Miguel is in front of his monitors this being another night when he tries to get these thoughts away from his head distracting himself with job, but tonight his head is pumping, he hears a slight beep on his ears, the sleep depravation is getting to him, he even feels that he eventually will pass out with exhaustion, a thing that doesn’t take long to happen as he suddenly feels his knees weakening, his brain quickly responds to it in a flight or fight situation and he hangs on to the closest surface attempting not to fall, but suddenly everything goes black for him.

Miguel opens his eyes and blinks but he’s not in his lab, somehow he’s now at your house, spread out on the couch, his head doesn’t still hurts and he feels heavy, there’s a soft hum on the living room, billie holiday plays in a very soft volume, the scratch of the record it’s soothing and helps him with the head ache, he feels his heart warming at the thought of being at your place again, but as he regains his senses he feels the couch, it isn’t the same couch that is now at your apartment, it’s the old one…

Miguel looks at the soft old fabric and touches it with his fingertips wondering what the old couch is doing there, he tries to sit down on the couch and he notices your apartment is also on the same configuration you used to have it, the old bookshelves are there, almost breaking by the weight of the books in them, your old pictures and not the new ones… something weird is happening, this moments are when he curses about not having a spider sense to sense, not knowing if he’s in imminent danger or to be able to read the room he’s in, all his worries get answered when a soft masculine voice comes from behind him.

“Oh hey there, you’re finally awake!” Peter says as he looks at him smiling leaning on the pilar next to the kitchen.

That’s the answer, he’s dreaming.

It’s a very vivid dream and he starts to be a bit insecure that something might happened to him just like when he saw his family, but this couldn’t be like that, cause why on earth would he be seeing Peter on his dream.

“Relax Miguel, you’re safe, you just passed from exhaustion, but you’re fine” Peter chuckles as he offers him some coffee and sits down next to him in the couch maintaining a safe distance.

“You…know me?” Miguel’s eyebrows furrows as he looks at Peter, he’s still not sure how he is in his dream or why does Peter knows him if it’s really a sort of apparition like the one he saw of his family.

“Of course I know you Miguel, you might think I don’t know you, but you’ll be surprised of how much I actually know about you” Peter chuckles and relaxes on the couch as he says that, as if he was talking to an old friend.

Miguel’s mind starts working a million miles per hour, if this is really Peter, if somehow he is really talking to him those that means that, have you really been talking about him to Peter? Of course maybe he could see you as he took care of you, just like his family did for him, just like Gabriel, his mom and Gabriela were in his dreams, perhaps he was in your dreams too. Miguel was pretty sure Peter was always looking out for you.

“Really?”

Peter nods his head and smiles softly at him.

“Yeah, you see, I look down to her, I protect her from here, take this as my own HQ and my monitors are that old tv over there” Peter jokes as he motions at the exact copy of his old apartment he shared with you.

“No, but in all seriousness, she has told me everything about you, she always talks to me when she gets the chance, when she leaves flowers at the cemetery, when she feels alone, when she dances in the living room…” Peter can’t help but chuckle as a wide and tender smile appears on his face, he of course has never stopped loving you, you were… are his everything and will always be,before he gets distracted more by the thought of you he shakes his head and continues talking to Miguel, after all he is here with him for something important.

“She always talks to me about your friendship with her, about everything you do together from the small little things like the morning coffees, to the big things like Christmas or new years celebrations, your missions, she is always so happy when she talks about you…”

Peter gives Miguel a knowing look that makes Miguel a bit uncomfortable for a second, it’s not his plan to intimidate him or anything, but he can’t help his playful nature.

“She has told me about your dinner weekly traditions, about the food you prepare for each other, the evenings talking and listening to records while enjoying cafe de olla and pan dulce”

This makes Miguel think, the fact that you talked to Peter about everything you two always do, from biggest things like the missions to the smallest things like your traditions of cafe de olla and pan de dulce shouldn’t really surprise him, cause he also tells his family all about them, when he speaks to Gabriel before going to sleep or when his mind drifts and he pictures another reality with his family there, where you are in there too, when he pictures a big family dinner and you two talking about the smallest of things as everybody gathers on the table to eat; in his fantasies he talks to Gabriela about the music and movies you show him from your universe, he talks to his mom about the recipes you share together, and lately he confides to Gabriel about his confusing feelings towards you. Miguel knows the sentiment of speaking to his loved ones about the important things in life even when they are not there anymore, so that makes him sure that you talk to Peter like he talks to his family, but the fact that you eagerly talk about him with Peter, brings a small blush to his cheeks, that he hides drinking some of the coffee Peter offered him earlier.

“I hope you don’t mind that I seem to know a lot about you” Peter smiles softly at Miguel and he shakes his head giving him a soft smile in return.

“Of course not Peter, and same goes to you, that I do hope you don’t mind I also know a lot of things about you either”

Miguel starts thinking about all the times you have shared information with him about Peter, when you have shared memories of your time with him while he was still with you.

Peter nods at him,.”It’s alright” he looks at Miguel as he sees that his mind goes somewhere else, he’s worried about being there with him alone, he knows why Miguel is here with him, he knows the purpose of his brief visit, Miguel is scared of feeling, scared of opening himself to love again, slowly lifting his walls up again, cause even though he has a lot of fears mainly about how you feel and how he doesn’t want to compete with your memory of Peter, what Miguel fears the most is that he doesn’t think he might be good enough for you, that he might be better keeping a distance between the two of you again, building up his walls regarding physical touch that he let slowly crumbled with every spark of electricity and comfort he felt when he got to touch your hand or feel the warmth of your embrace, even though you have showed him and told him that he’s everything and more you could ask to be better, to be happy, he doesn’t think he’s good enough even as a friend, specially cause of his latest actions on keeping distance from you.

“Listen, we are both here to talk about something important, I know how you feel, I know what conflicts your mind and let me tell you, despite what you think of yourself…You’re a good man Miguel”

Peter puts his hand on Miguel’s shoulder and let’s it stay there, his touch only wanting to give Miguel comfort letting him know that is was a valid thing to feel, he sometimes felt when he was alive that maybe he wasn’t enough, but that was a thing that you always reminded him an absurd concept, you always told him, that it was enough for you two to be together, that what you only needed for happiness was to see him smile, same thought that always came to him, your smile, your happiness was the most important thing in the world for him.

“I couldn’t be happier with what you have done for her, how you have help her get through, how you changed her world upside down when you let her in the Spiderverse, im happy that you care for her, that you protect her and even more happier because she’s happy when she’s with you, she’s free, she has a confident, she has a friend to rely on, Im happy Miguel by the fact that she chose you…”

Miguel looked at Peter with big wide eyes, he couldn’t believe how kind he was being with him, but he couldn’t believe either that he told him that you chose him.

“What do you mean?” Miguel asks Peter hesitantly, and it only makes Peter laugh.

“Come on man, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed that she also fell over heels for you,like you did for her”

Peter pats his palm again on Miguel’s shoulder in a friendly way, to try to ease his nerves when he sees him getting tense, letting him know with that gesture that it was totally okay with him.

“The other day… she prayed… she was so confused about everything she was feeling and she reached out to me, at first she was scared when she realised what she felt about you, she was unsure about telling me, she felt a lot of guilt, she… well she prayed for hours, prayed for my forgiveness cause her heart aches to move on, although her head keeps on telling her it’s wrong, but her heart wants to open, wants to get a second chance to love, and she wants you Miguel, she wants to love you”

That statement gives Peter a small heart ache, not by the fact that you fell for someone else, cause he never wanted that, it was the last thing he thought about when it came to you, he knew your heart, how it could love so much and how you can be passionate, caring, sincere, your love is the purest thing he has ever felt and he’s happy that Miguel is probably going to experience it if you two stop playing and let yourselves feel, and that’s what makes his heart ache, the fact that you aren’t letting yourself feel again, that you think you need to ask for his forgiveness, it’s what troubles him, and that’s why he is also with Miguel right now, cause he knows that if he pushes him into the right direction and you see the man that is in front of you and how he cares for you that you’ll understand that is okay to love again.

“All of this talk Miguel, its for me to tell you that, I trust you, I’ve seen how you’ve helped her through the good and the bad, I’ve seen your relationship mix, morph and transform, how you both changed, and how you get the best out of each other” Peter keeps smiling softly at him, getting an immense amount of proud when he thinks how you have changed with Miguel’s help.

“Miguel I want to ask you a favour… remind her? Remind her it’s okay to love, remind her how it feels, how to open her heart to love again, stop dreading what you feel for each other and try”

“I don’t want you to feel guilty about insulting my memory, or to think you’re taking my place, it’s really not the case, I have never want anything more than to see her happy, to see her smile and finally move on, I trust her heart with you, and that’s why I need you to make me the promise to try, to let her know that feeling butterflies in her stomach again is valid, to feel the illusion of love and that her heart is gonna be safe”

Miguel smiles kindly at Peter and nods his head, there’s been a weight lifted up his shoulders, he was so unsure of letting out his feelings for you because he feared to insult Peter’s memory, but now that he got his reassurance from the man himself, he could even start to feel butterflies in his stomach as Peter mentioned them, a small blush creeped towards his cheeks when he basically got Peter’s blessing to be with you.

“I promise I’ll take care of her Peter, take care of her heart”

That’s a promise that Miguel makes to Peter with all his heart, a sentence that he was afraid of saying out loud before, a statement he takes pride in now and wants to fulfil.

“I know you will…”

Peter gets interrupted by a soft voice, your voice calling for him, he can clearly hear it, as he looks around your living room.

“Seems like it’s time for me to go, cause your lady awaits” Peter smiles at the sound of your voice, a slight tone of sadness in his voice as he wishes he could go back like Miguel is going to be doing in a few moments.

“It was very nice to finally get to talk to you Miguel, I admire everything you do” Peter offers his hand to Miguel and shakes it gets up from the couch walking towards the bedroom of the apartment living Miguel alone but before he disappears he looks back at Miguel and adds something else.

“You both have a lot of things coming up in your future, I can’t wait to see you…happy. Now, go get her”

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When he opens his eyes again, he’s back in the lab, his head stopped buzzing but his eyes take time to get adjusted to the lights as he blinks.He’s on the floor and a soft warm hand is holding his face, as you cradle his head on your lap trying to wake him up, your eyebrows furrowed and a concerned look in your eyes.

“Miguel, Miguel! Are you okay?” You sigh at the sign of him waking up, your nose scrunches and you try to get his attention to you. “Hey, Miguel, look at me, everything is fine…”

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And… scene! Hahaha

In my dream I just remember him explaining to me that he passed out from exhaustion and then everything got blurry as everything led somehow to a romantic confession and me finally getting to kiss him hehehe. 🙈🙈🙈

But yeah, how does this turned into me writing almost 3k words?! idk,my mind went wild, guess this is what happens when the brainrot goes hard.

Anyways Alondra @greensagephase this is just my AU, what happened in my dream, not pressuring or anything with his sort of spin off story of mine lol, hope you enjoy what my brain cooked about Pete and Miguel, but this is all thanks to you and your writing that I got to imagine this scenario 🫶🏼

Ps. I’m including as a bonus the silly expressions I was trying to do of Peter that led me to dream about this and then fully sketch him with Miguel.

[regaliasonata]

Honestly need more monster ideas for the Hexverse, context is that it’s a PRAU with magic and supernatural creatures. Main story is SPD vs Mystic Force where they are magic teams fighting and eventually go against a common threat but there are other stories like Demon Shane/Arcanist Cam’s own thing(Shane hot here look at his hair) and Vampire King Javi and his sister Izzy who’s a hunter, but any other ideas?

So far for one shots or arcs I got Werewolf RJ, Demon Hunter Dillon/Demon Ziggy, guess any ideas from you guys. Not everyone is a monster but there is magic system etc so guess just anything that seems cool.

Suggestions, mainly cause October is coming soon so😭 @skyland2703 @mahi-wayy

[karizard-ao3]

I have no time to delve into this further, but I was talking to my friend and listen to this:

An alternate version of my neighbors au where Floch insists on opening up the marriage, Mikasa reluctantly agrees, then, the next time she's helping Eren out with a home improvement project, she mentions her and Floch's new agreement because she feels kind of weird about downloading a dating app and chatting with other guys. Eren sees his chance to finally get his girl and instantly starts flirting with her. She, of course, has been harboring and trying to ignore a crush on him up until this point, so she starts to shyly reciprocate and he ends up fucking her brains out before she goes home to make dinner. She's back the next day for more, and why shouldn't she be? Her husband opened their marriage and he refused to set any limits on their extramarital activities. If she wants Eren to pound her into next week, she's well within her rights to time travel.

I don't know how far we want to go to humble Floch here, but keep in mind that neighbors Eren never closes his curtains... 🤔

And, of course, the end result is that Mikasa dumps Floch and ends up with a devoted husband who wants to keep their marriage decidedly closed (not that there's anything wrong with genuinely consensual non-monogamy!).

[risetherivermoon]

normalize writing fic aus that are not easily simplified and written out,

fuck "cafe au" or "highschool au"

i wanna see that good shit, like "apocalyptic zombie alien space meteor parasite cyber punk 70's fungus private school au"

[akinmablog]

I'm writing my next fic for my Priest!Daniel and Demon!Armand AU and, guys, they are sharing a bath.

[away-ward]

Everyone else has cute, domestic au ideas. All I every think of is stuff like high school willemmy where during basketball practice, Will is told that Emory was rushed to the ER because she fell off the roof of the gazebo and he drops everything to get down there. And then the horsemen have to practically tear down walls to find her because they're not "family" meanwhile it's just a sprained ankle and Emmy's fine.

Banks doesn't miss the opportunity to tell them they should have Emmy's head checked because she's still in love with that dunce.

[aplacexmyhead]

taking a little break from the finale

let me share a little Haladriel Modern AU

Hal is new in the Southlands, a small town in the middle of the mountains. In the same he is in the town, he mets a mysterious girl, called Gal, who, for some reason, refuse to share much. They click, fall in love and live in the new town that is now their home. They welcome to a baby and decided to named her Nenya. But in her second birthday, their past arrive to the town in form of another visitor, Adar, who is determinated to destroy everything that Hal loves. He plant a seed of doubt in Gal's heart, and they end separated. With the time, Gal discovers why Adar came, but, she needs to admitt that he is not that bad after all, and fights with her feelings for Hal and the need to to the right thing, and listen Adar's advice. Hal, on his solitude, try to make some allies, and finds Lord C, the owner of the half town, who accepts him as worker, whi he try to find the way to recover his family and confront his past at the same time.

(lol, they way I cope the finale)

[pearlypairings]

Hi! My Best Friend’s Wedding anon here, would love to give some details 🥰 I won’t go into the whole plot of the movie, but basically it’s about a woman who realizes she’s in love with her best friend/ex boyfriend after he announces that he is getting married, and tries to ruin the wedding and get him to fall back in love with her… shenanigans ensue. I just think the characters in the movie match up really well with Jon, Nancy, and Chrissy.

Jonathan and Nancy as ex high school sweet hearts who stayed best friends after they broke up and moved to different cities for college (NYC and Boston respectively). Jonathan harboring feelings for her for years until he falls in love with Chrissy, a gorgeous and sweet young socialite. Nancy being too stubborn to realize she still loved him until it was too late, trying to break them up, becoming friends with Chrissy against her will because she is impossible to hate, eventually realizing that Jonathan and Chrissy are in love and all she wants is for Jonathan to be happy. It’s got all the drama! I hope someone out there gets the inspiration to write this someday lol

Eeep yay anon! Thank you for coming back 🥰

I am honestly SO intrigued by this plot and have to watch this movie! Life's been so whack lately and I think shenanigans and silly drama could be the cure 💖😜

Jonathan and Nance in that kindof a situation would be sooo in character! And it would be fun to play with Chrissy as this new twist to their dynamic and if she's the real deal or not!

When I do watch the movie I'll post my reaction/summary and if there's any photocheer inspo.... I'll include that too! since you're anon I hope you'll get a chance to see that haha😅

But I love all the photocheer connections and inspo, maybe if the muse is right I'll add it to my wips 💖

My inbox is always open for more photocheer hcs and inspo and same with my dms if you ever wanna gush about stuff non-anon too ~

[wordsofawanderingsoul]

Happy MerMay!! Enjoy some Leon and Emmy from my Song of the Sea wip.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Azkaban AU

Ooo this is my newest wip I think :)

As always, it started with the intention of being a depressing one shot but nope, I’m turning it into a multichap :)

Basically, it starts from Sirius’ second year in Azkaban, it’s from his point of view and really kinda shows his suffering whilst in there. It spans over the 12 years, but there are a lot of time jumps because like, twelve years is a long time to be trapped in one room.

There’s only one person he can talk to, who’s trapped on the other side of his cell with bars to divide them. They have stone walls on the other sides so it’s really just them. And that person is Barty.

Barty didn’t talk to him or even look at him for the first year, and Sirius silently started to drive himself insane with the silence. It’s not until Peter sneaks into the prison and pays Sirius on the one year anniversary of James and Lilys death that Barty starts to talk to him.

Mostly, Barty just chatters and Sirius ignores him. But it helps them both to keep their sanity. He tosses Sirius stones every so often too, when he runs out of his own, to keep track of the days spent in there on the walls.

After a while they start talking more deeply. Barty asks why Sirius always cries on the full moons and Sirius asks why Barty never even looked at him for so long. Sirius of course doesn’t say the whole truth, but Barty confesses it’s because Sirius looks too much like Regulus and it hurts to look at him.

They spend a lot of time talking about Regulus, mostly about Regulus, but as the years go by they start confessing more and more secrets. Like that Barty was in love with Regulus, and that Sirius was in love with a werewolf blah blah blah. Because they both think they’re never getting out, they’ll never talk to anyone else, why not say these things?

THIS WAS NOT THE DIRECTION I INTENDED IT TO GO IN BUT ITS GOING THIS WAY: over time the years start to blur and they get so comfortable only knowing eachother that they start confusing stability, familiarity, and companionship for love. They get so attached to eachother that they begin to fall in love. For Barty, Sirius is the Regulus he never got to have. For Sirius, Barty is the one person who didn’t believe Sirius could have turned on the Potters just because he’s a Black. They rely on eachother.

And then Sirius breaks out, because he drives himself mad just thinking about Harry. And it’s strange, not being around Barty every day, it makes him feel kind of nauseous, but he moves past it for Harry’s sake.

Once he’s laying low, back with Remus, is when he really starts to feel like a part of him is missing. He doesn’t understand why. He’s got Harry back in his life, and Remus, the man he’s supposed to love, but he misses Barty. He of course, never tells anyone this. He doesn’t even tell anyone he was Barty’s cellmate.

He ignores it, doesn’t think about it, doesn’t worry about it. He “forgets” Barty. He feels guilty about it. In Azkaban the lines are blurred, there’s no difference between the innocent and the guilty because they’re all suffering the same fate. Morals are not important when your sanity is at stake.

But out in the real world Sirius is reminded of who Barty is, and what he’s done, and who he loyally serves. He hates himself for telling Barty everything he did, he worries about it, he feels guilt for pretending Barty’s crimes didn’t matter. But he misses him, still, and that’s the worst part.

It’s not until they’re fighting, right before the veil, when Bellatrix aims her wand at Sirius with the intention to kill, that Barty of all people kills her first.

And, well, that catches a few people’s eye. Everyone’s eye, actually. Especially when Sirius and Barty just kinda stop and stare at eachother in a really weird way. Like, in the way that Sirius always used to stare at Remus.

I’m actually so excited for this fic honestly because it’s gonna really delve into Sirius’ conscience and morals. He’s gonna be questioning his every move and thought. He’s gonna go utterly insane in there. Everywhere.

Dunno exactly how it’s gonna end yet, I’m gonna go purely on vibes once I write the bulk of it and probably lean towards what the GA is rooting for, but who knows :))

[meridiageek]

Akasha and Fujin ride motorcycle

From my headcanon AU

Where Hayato with Fujin and Raijin still alive.

Akasha Original character from my main story

Hayato has entrusted Fujin with the task of protecting Akasha. They hit it off well and have a warm relationship.

In general, the dozen like to drive at high speed and feel the gusts of wind.

[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever~

So no, I haven't been tagged in this at the moment~ (unless I have and tumblr notifs are being a large pain in the butt by not informing me -- if so! My bad) In that case, I'll start the train (: Share some fun stuff, friends!

Tagging the most esteemed and unparalleled @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @rhiannon1199, @friend-of-giants, @thequeenofthewinter, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup, @archangelsunited, @tallmatcha, @airiat, @thelightofmorning, @thana-topsy and @the-storytellers-seer! Leaving some amazing TES writers for the others to tag into the game this week, or else I'd just post a huge long list of tags of people whose work I love to see. (: Maybe I ought. But for now, to the words!!

Below the cut, some of my AU one-shot in which Nyenna and her brother, Eris actually make it to Solstheim first, and miss the Helgen nonsense entirely. Oh, but have they? Have they really?

“Ah, so, that’s why Morrowind, then,” Teldryn said. She nodded. “We all have our troubles, outlander. No need to apologize.” He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. She turned her gaze on him then, all the pain she’d tried to keep inside right there in her eyes. She closed them and tilted her head back, as if to prevent the tears from falling. Ash floated lazily down, collecting in the stray strands of her hair like snow.

“Yes. For a second today, I felt free for the first time in years. Every day I’d question if it’d be our last. If we were careful enough. They were everywhere. It felt like such a weight was lifted to cross the border to somewhere safe after such struggle. You’ve no idea, and I likely couldn’t convey it if I tried,” Nyenna said with a small sigh. “And Y'ffre knows I’ve tried.”

“I know a thing or two about trying to keep a low profile,” Teldryn said with a snort. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Hence the helmet, even indoors?” Nyenna ventured. “Oh, but I’m sorry to say, it’s not very, ehm…inconspicuous, is it?” He chortled and she smiled warmly. “I noticed you right away, for the record.”

“Ah. Well. Hence the helmet, especially indoors, in that case,” Teldryn drawled. She couldn’t see it through his scarf but he was grinning. Astute, this one. She had a point about the chitin. “Can’t do with not drawing the attention of an…interesting outlander.” She laughed then, stress melting from her shoulders like so much ice.

“It’s been quite a long time since I was able to tell anyone anything of my struggles. Thank you for…well, for all of this. I’m just a stranger. You couldn’t have known how much it would mean,” Nyenna said. Her fingers brushed against his hand briefly, probably on purpose. There was another shock, gone again before he could register what the hell it could be. Magicka, maybe. Something strange. Did she even know how loud she was? The sensation wasn’t a sound, exactly, but something beyond. He glanced at her and felt his face flush. Thank Azura for the helmet, then. It was useful, after all. He cleared his throat and scratched under the edge of his scarf.

“As I said, we all have our troubles,” he said carefully. “Think nothing of it.” He shifted a little and faced her again. “Say, if you’re going to Tel Mithryn after all, I wouldn’t mind the company, by the way. I was headed out that way later this week in any case.”

“Oh, so I’m that interesting, am I?” Nyenna said with another laugh. “You would change your plans just to tag along?”

“Well, that and it’s not exactly a safe passage. Reavers and all in the crossing,” Teldryn mumbled. Normally he’d have tried to turn this into some kind of job, but he was finding, inexplicably, that he did not really want to be parted from her after all. Strange. They’d barely exchanged a handful of words.

“It wouldn’t be wise to refuse such a chivalrous offer,” Nyenna said with a small smile. “But I think Eris and I will be just fine. We probably can’t afford the fee, and I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Oh, but I wasn’t angling to be hired or anything,” Teldryn said, though he wasn’t sure why such words were falling out of his mouth at the moment. Was he ever a s'wit. He held out his palms in a gesture of peace and sighed. “It’s no imposition, outlander. Promise. What do you say?” Nyenna laughed then, which was unexpected.

“Just so you know, we don’t really need protecting. Eris might not look like much, but he’s kept us both alive so far,” she said. “He’s a good mage, actually. Better than a lot of people I’ve seen in my time.” Teldryn crossed his arms over his chest again.

“It’s a difficult trip, I think, for mages on their own. Swords still pierce wherever armor isn’t,” Teldryn observed with distaste. “What about you? Are you a mage, too?” He was grateful for the opening to talk about the Magicka observation without seeming strange or too nosy. She smiled wistfully and shook her head.

“When I was younger, I was strictly forbidden from learning anything of the sort. No fighting, no magic. I accepted it, but lately I’ve been reading over Eris’s shoulder. He pulled a spell out of nowhere this morning,” she said casually. Teldryn knit his eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” he asked before he could caution himself. So much for not seeming nosy.

[ghostingtheconflict]

Prologue:

Breaking The Bank: Part 2

(The C.C.C apoligizes for any inconviniences about glitches or misplacements you may find reading. We are working on fixing issues as we speak.)

Ah, sunny days with a nice humidity and clouds for shades in the sky.

A perfectly nice day by all means but why does it feel like something is wrong ?

Maybe Charles forgot something ?

Headset ? Check. Keys ? Check ? Personal stuff like ID and Money just in case of anything ? Check.

Huh. Weird, he actually got the pen he promised to return to Calvin too. So what could it be ? What was missing ?

Maybe he'll remember later while he checks for any new assigments or missions with the General. He usually does by that point, either that or he forgets completely about it.

Oh well no time like the present am i right ?

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Elsewhere. A man wakes up in cold sweat from a recurring nightmare. Although 'recurring' might be a exageration.

Dmitri has been having weird dreams for a while in his life. But nothing too noteworthy of anything. But today was different.

Today he saw a nightmare of his complex in absolute shambles. It was far too real for it to be paranoia or the likes.

He remembers exactly the last time he had a similar dream. One so real that it manifested in reality. One at the beginning of his time as a warden.

And at the center of it all was the same person of before.

This will not do. This will not stand. He needed precautions Now.

He gets out of his bed and starts to walk to his office. The guards already used to some of his whims pay no mind and continue their job. Good.

Grigori as well was already working (or maybe the man hadn't gone to sleep) and simply looked up from his desk as he saw his boss approaching.

"Another one ?" Grigori states.

"Not just any. Him again." He saw as his eyes morphed into shock in an instant, before quickly going back to a more neutral, albeit worried expression.

"What did you see in it Dmitri. Is it any worse ?"

"Not just worse. My life will be in ruins if we don't act." Most normal people would assume by this point that the warden wasn't someone that was. Ok. In the head. But not with Grigori. The man had witnessed and experience a lot over the years working for Dmitri. He had been there for the first incident. He wouldn't leave his post now.

"Than we will have a long talk on what we must do. If you're dream has enough details, and i know it does. Than we may be able to spot any flaws in it as well that we'll have to patch to prevent the scenario." And indeed it will. They had a long night to talk through this somewhat prophetic vision.

One thing however was clear. They would not let Henry Stickmin do his little destruction as he did before.

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Talking about the man, or rather the stick. Let's see what he is up to.

Henry had it under control a few minutes ago. Really ! He did !

So how the hell is he still exactly in the same spot and holding his arms up against the police like in the original timeline ??

This sucks. At least he got to see fun new options. Honestly he was starting to consider going back to Revenged and die before this happened. Even if he doesn't know what he or maybe the C.C.C broke to do this.

But oh well. He doesn't Need to go to prison right away after all. He coooould go back and check the other 3 fails before going foward again anyway.

He wonder what he should choose.

Breaking The Bank: Concluded

Rank: Here Again ?

Bios: 0/??

Achivements: 0/??

Try from beginning ? Next

Ċ̵̞.̷͍͊C̸͙͛.̷͇̀C̵̨͆ ̷̘̄a̵̟͝p̵̛��ǫ̴͝l̶͈̓i̸͈͠g̷̛̝ȉ̶̢ž̷̮é̶͜s̷̘̉ ̶͈͛f̷̬͋o̸̩̒r̵̂ͅ ̴̭̅a̵̘͋n̴͓͘y̷̧̿ ̵̰͌i̵͔̚n̴̳̓c̴̰̆ȍ̶̰ṋ̴̈́v̶̱͐i̷̪̍n̵͍̆ȉ̷̝ë̵̹́n̸̙͂c̸̗͠e̴͔͝ ̵̲̒y̸̭͂o̵̫̕ǘ̴͙ ̸̠̆m̷͖͌ą̷̑ŷ̶͇ ̸̥͘h̴͈̔a̸̱͂v̶̨͛ȇ̷̱ ̶̪͌w̶̺̌h̸̨͆i̴̛̙l̶̯̑e̷̻̔ ̷͓̈́ạ̶́r̵͉͋c̴̣̄h̸͖́i̶̢͝v̴̪̐î̶̜n̴̠͛g̷̤̈́ ̵͙̇y̸͇͒o̷͉̿ū̸̱'̸͎̎r̸͎̅e̸̳̍ ̶̤̄p̷̖͗r̶̝̅ǒ̴̳g̴̣̕r̴̟̆e̷̗̒s̸̙͋s̴̤͝.̴̮́ ̴͚̽W̴̪̌é̵̩ ̸̯̀a̸̘͊r̵̩͛e̴̙̊ ̶͓̓w̸̡͑ò̴̠r̶͓͂ǩ̵̳i̴̬̓n̵͓̋g̶̃ͅ ̸̠̚o̷͓͐ǹ̵̦ ̵̦̇f̷̋͜i̴̞̚x̴̝́i̶̮͂n̷͕͝ḡ̵̰ ̷̯̍ä̶͔́n̵͍͂y̷̼̌ ̶̄ͅi̶̛̼s̷̲̀ś̸̱u̷̢͛e̶̩͂s̴͕͝ ̶̮͝a̸̞͑s̵̫͊ ̷̩̀w̵̧̍ê̷̟ ̶͓̽s̸̨̃p̷̪̃e̸̯͆a̸̟̍k̴̬̓.̷̡̔

[cubitodragon-moved]

Part 1 of ????, this is a plot bunny that won’t leave me alone. Relevant content warnings to be added as parts progress. (Expected to be jossed by future canon events, but I wanna write it anyway.) AU for some thoughts on Forever, his mission, and just what sort of things might have been left behind by the Federation in the past.

QSMP Fic: Breath of Fire, 1/??

by Farli

Summary: Forever. The Nether. And unexpected discoveries.

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He really hated the Nether.

And the Nether had wasted little effort letting him know the feeling was entirely mutual.

Somewhere in the midst of a maze’s worth of thick netherbrick walls, Forever let himself slide until he was seated on a broken step. He could hear the nervous pad of Walter Bob’s paws as the former(?) Employee kept track of the monsters below them. They had, somehow, given the horde the slip between collapsing forest and abandoned fortress, and he meant to make good use of the brief time afforded them. Silently, if at all possible.

Even so, the blond was struggling to catch his breath in the frigid cold. Ashes and frost coated his hair and face, latched into his lashes, but he didn’t dare waste what reserves he had to wipe them away.

It should have been hot here. The expected rivers of lava still flowed, lighting purgatory’s depths in oranges that didn’t match the dull surroundings. Burning fires dotted the landscape — and some hadn’t even been started by him with his mines! Yet the territory they’d fled through was chilling, right down to the bone, and there wasn’t a lick of soulsand in sight. As though heat had forgotten how it was supposed to burn.

Something flickered in the corner of one eye, and Forever’s grip on his scythe tightened reflexively - until he saw the stained pages held out shakily by his companion.

[ We should go now, Mr. President. If we are quiet, the Bugs won’t notice our passage. ]

His body screamed in protest as he heaved his way back to his feet, flag adjusted where it had remained slung about one shoulder. The Brazilian would have liked nothing more than to rest a while longer, but the true rest his body craved wasn’t possible here. And he had to mind his supplies - he’d been unsparing with his mines out of the gate, but Forever had learned at a cost that he couldn’t afford to maintain that pace. Not when he was still without less for either of his objectives.

And Richas and the other egg children were far more important than the mysteries of ‘dark matter’.

YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE, MR. PRESIDENT.

Forever could feel an icy cold finger trail down his spine as he recalled the memory of the strange text…warning? threat? Whatever it was, the red text had preceded full disconnection from the Federation’s network.

And now Forever was alone.

Well, alone, save for the presence of Walter Bob, who now stared expectantly at him from beneath the shaggy remnants of the hairstyle Mike had cut for him so many months ago. Forever nodded, then gestured; let’s go, lead the way. Speech would only bring back unwanted attention from their stalkers.

They crept through the abandoned halls with care, pausing every time the hallways opened out into branching paths.

Up and out was a trap, the ghastly hum of Blazes offset by the buzz of Mosqo wings audible beyond the dark brick ceiling. So down they went instead, the worker’s jacket somehow still bright in the shadows. Forever followed close behind, pausing now and again to glance back the way they came — and walked straight into Walter Bob’s back.

Curses tripped off his tongue on instinct before Forever’s mouth snapped shut (he could have sworn he heard a distant ‘language!’ audibly object from somewhere in the back of his mind). Ingrained habit had him slipping a fresh totem from a side pouch into his offhand, before he peered past his companion.

And inhaled, as he recognised the familiar smooth pallor of white quartz that the Federation favoured so.

Ahead of them the netherbrick had slowly given way to blackstone and chiselled white, with parts of the former roofing structure collapsed or missing entirely. Warped netherwood fungus crawled across the invading nylium, the turquoise wood sprouting in places, while thick vines crept across the walls. Taking in the rest of their surroundings, the pair stepped cautiously into the abandoned space. Forever not once turning his eyes away from where white was interrupted by squares of black concrete - correction, ‘dark matter’, though Forever had yet to discern the apparent difference.

A glance his way wasn’t immediately noticed, until a paw waved his way. Then a look was shared and unspoken consensus met: Walter Bob went left and Forever went right, carefully running the edge of his scythe blade along the wall. This was a place worth exploring.

Had this been an office, or a meeting hall? Or was it all that was left of something that had been much larger, once?

The void blocks were muted, muffled, while the quartz hissed - not quite the shriek of nails on chalkboard, if only because Forever did not push harder than necessary - this was the last place they needed to attract attention to, after all. At one point the scythe even sliced into a forgotten wall poster, curled in on itself from all corners, long wiped clean of its Federation Motto by time and neglect.

Then, the scythe snagged suddenly. Forever turned, tugging, then pulling harder as he realised it was caught on — wood? He pulled again, once, twice, until the blade came free and the remnants of a door fell apart behind it, showing entry to a shallow corridor. One dotted by black squares that ran its length haphazardly, coming to a stop at an all-white wall. Tattered black banners were obscured by unfriendly foliage.

And below them, the familiar grey metal of a warp plate, the dull purple energy pulsing: an active teleport.

“Walter Bob!” The name was called in a strangled hiss, but Forever couldn’t hold back the wave of…not excitement, exactly, though relief wasn’t the word either. But there was a satisfaction of sorts to finally find something shaped like a lead, and he waved again to get the Worker’s attention.

“It was AB, right?” Spoken more to himself than his companion, Forever’s voice pitched louder than he intended. before ducking his head and pushing forwards past the broken door. He recalled the theories, that the blocks might be remnants of where their children has passed through - could that apply here, too? Callused hands pushed aside the vines with effort: they were stiff and unyielding, not unlike the former inhabitants of the abandoned building.

“Walter Bob! Here! I think we need to take this warp!” He gestured to the wall and its banners as he looked back over his shoulder, before his scythe was readied, and Forever stepped onto the plate.

Paws rushed up behind him, just fast enough to catch the last sparkles of a completed teleport, and the bear-like being heaved a sigh in his wake. He could not fault the President for his haste, but this was not a place where they could throw caution to the wind. He glanced back, perpetually worried out of habit, before he paused. A hesitation he did not full understand taking hold.

Walter Bob stopped fully, and took a moment to assessing the banners by himself.

The slanted leg of the A on the left banner wasn’t hard to identify, but the right one was choked, vines reluctant to release the fabrics. But eventually, the straight back of a familiar letter was revealed by impatient fingers. And the curved beginnings at the top and base earned a small gasp.

The A was unmistakeable. But..

If a white furred being could turn pale, Walter Bob would surely have turned transparent as the vines collapsed, unfurling the right-side banner in full.

This was not a plate that would lead to Protocol AB.

The banners fluttered, boldly proclaiming the letters: AD.

Somewhere else, Forever stepped off the warp plate.

And fell.

—= tbc =–