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genyawritesshizz · 3 years ago

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Jesus I’ve been wanting to write an x animatronic reader forever. I’m sorry if this sucks I’ve been trying to start this forever.

This is a slow burn!

Monty x animatronic reader

In this fan fiction we support Roxanne x Chica. Period.

Part 2: https://caittiebugzzz.tumblr.com/post/673503509086388225/part-two-of-my-monty-x-animatronic-reader-this

“Why on earth are we even tryna’ bring this old rust bucket back? This things been decommissioned for years!” A man winded as he struggled to lift a box full of parts off the newest shipment of Fazbear supplies.

“Because apparently corporate spent to much on building this damn place gotta cut costs somewhere.” The other man laughed, rubbing sweat off his brow. “Spend every penny they had on this place and the hunks of junk out on stage but can’t spare a couple thousand to get a new attraction.”

The largest and most anticipated item was a wooden crate currently being unloaded from the shipping truck. It stood a good five feet tall, weighed easily over a couple hundred pounds, and nailed shut at every seam. Once it was safely docked inside the two men gathered around, with a hammer in hand they began to rip up the nails from one side.

“Damn, well at least it’s in better condition then we though.” The first man reached inside and pulled out an empty head. It was in the shape of a kangaroo. Your large ears detached and somewhere in the box. Your old paint was chipped and wore from well over two years of being inside that crate. The pointed tip of your nose was also broken off. “Eh kind of, this things gunna need all new wiring, new hard drive, and..yikes, new paint talk about out of style.”

“Common we’ve got work to do.”

“A new animatronic huh?” Roxanne scoffed looking at the newest batch of posters that had recently been hung all around the plex. The posters held little to no information about who or what the newest addition to Fazbear Entertainment would be. Instead all it said was

“Come one come all welcoming to the spot light on 1/30/22 our newest band mate!” With vibrant lettering and a blacked out silhouette of someone. Only thing they would tell was they had huge ears.

“Yeah! I bet they’re awesome!” Chica said though mouthful of pizza. Chica was always the most optimistic of the group when it came to changes. Roxanne rolled her eyes.

“Not with those big ear.” Chica laughed.

“Be nice Roxy! You haven’t even met them yet!”

“I don’t need to meet them to know they’re not nearly as awesome as me!” Chica continued laughing at her jealous girlfriend. She always had to be the center of attention.

“Oh are you guys talking about the poster?” Freddy friendly voice called as he walked towards the group of girls.

“Unfortunately.”

“Yes we where! What do you think Freddy?! I’m excited” Freddy came over and took a seat beside Chica.

“I am excited as well, it has been a long town since we’ve had a new friend.” Freddy smiled down at the lovable chicken.

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything about it Freddy.” Another voice approached them, it’s heavy Cajun accent could belong to none other than Montgomery Gator himself. “Or maybe you have and you’re just hold in’ out on us.” The gator laughed and too joined the group. Freddy nervously joined his laugh and rubbed the back of his neck as a nervous habit.

“Honestly I haven’t heard anything!” True is, this bear is freaking out over not knowing. He’s supposed to know everything that goes on around here and now there’s a whole new member joining? How has nobody informed him of this! Freddy knew at least two months in advance about Monty joining the Pizza Plex but now they are less then three week from having a whole new attraction! To say the bear was freaking out would be an understatement.

“Well whatever or whoever it is better be cool I’m tired of hanging out with you losers.”

“Almost finished! Just got to see if this thing even turns on anymore.” The two men had been attempting to fix your wiring for the past week. Your bare endo skeleton laid flat on a table in the deepest maintenance tunnel within the pizza plex. The two kept their work under wraps trying to keep the other animatronics away from disturbing their hard work. The last thing they needed was Freddy’s curious self asking fifty million question, Monty breaking things, Chica getting pizza everywhere or Roxanne’s insistent whining.

The whirling of your endo skeletons fans and various parts began to fill the almost silent room. Your eyes opened.

“Hi kids! Welcome to Batys Barbecue!” You’re default factory settings kicked in. Doing your usual wave and look around. “I’m your host (y/n) the kangaroo! Todays house specials are-”

“Gotta get rid of that old chip.” Both men nodded their heads and they powered you back off. “At least it’s works. Voice box could use some tweaking but motor functions seem to be fine.”

Removing your chip meant removing you, or at least your old self. You would be starting over completely. Everything you’ve ever seen heard and felt before would be gone.

“Music man! Hello sir! I have a favor to ask of you” Freddy significantly smaller form walked into the domain of the DJ. The DJ man was of course always happy to have his fellow Animatronics visit him after hours. He loved playing different tracks for them. He placed his massive hand down near Freddy for the bear to climb up on. Once Freddy was on he lifted him up to his face. DJ smiled before raising a brow. “I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard or saw anything with the new animatronic!” DJ brought another hand up to his face and tapped it against his head as if thinking. A smaller version of the DJ man crawled up the other arm and came up. Speaking something to DJ in beats and random noises. DJ nodded to it.

“Follow them.” That is all DJ said before setting Freddy back down as the mini DJ crawled off and began running down one of the maintenance tunnels.

“Oh! Okay thank you friend!” Freddy waved at DJ before running after the little guy. DJ simple gave him a smile and nod.

The little guy lead Freddy further into the tunnels than he had ever ventured. He never cared for going down here, after all down here was the parts and service room, an animatronics worst nightmare and of course that’s exactly where the little guy lead him. He simply slipped up into a vent signaling for Freddy to wait there. The door soon opened to reveal a seemingly empty room. Freddy flipped on the light and about jumped out of his suit at the sight.

“Oh gosh!” He shouted at the endo skeleton. It’s poor body had about twenty different wires sticking out of it and into a large computer on the table. It’s mouth moved but nothing came out. “I’m sorry to pop in on you like this!” Freddy nervously looked around the room avoiding looking at the animatronic infront of him. But when he received no response he looked back at it. “Can you hear me?” He asked again receiving no response. Freddy felt horrible about seeing his new friend in this state. This was their most vulnerable state and Freddy felt out of class standing here. He quickly looked around the room and saw a small work bench in the corner. It had a variety of papers sprawled out on it and his ever curious mind compelled him to take a peek. “I hope you do not mind if I look at these.”

‘(Y/N) the Kangaroos safari adventure!’

Read the first paper that caught Freddy’s attention it appeared to be a sketch of an unreleased poster. Reading further it stated that with a purchase of a VIP ticket (y/n) would act as a tour guide for guests and have her own section in the plex. Looking over more sketches he saw that the small coffee shop that had recently been closed for renovations would now be known as (y/n)‘a rainforest cafe. The sketches of what the inside of the cafe will look like where beautiful. With painting of Trees and wild life.

Moving on from the first layer of papers Freddy reached for a sketch of what he assumed was her blueprints.

‘(Y/n) the kangaroo rework.’

There was an extensive log of what all repairs and replacements had been preformed. So she wasn’t new, just reworked. That’s okay! She’s still new to them.

Some notable new features where:

‘Large durable tail- holds up to 400 pounds.’ ‘Balancing stabilizer in tail - stabilizing body when held on tail’ ‘Special stomach pouch - hold birthday presents, maps, books ect’ ‘excellent hearing’ ‘spring action leg enhancements- high plate firm jumps’ ‘caring nature’

What really caught his attention was the sketches of what you where going to look like. Your fur would be a natural tan color with a stomach patch of light shade of tan. Freddy couldn’t help but find the pink hearts sprinkled around your design to be utterly adorable. Heck even your nose was in the shape of a heart. Your outfit was very simple with the most distinct feature being a large sun hat with a pink ribbon around it, of course it had giant ear holes to accommodate your large ears, and a faded green blouse. Smaller details in the finer notes stated that you would have three sets of hoop earring similar to what Freddy had. The standard body heaters like everyone else had (which make for amazing hugs).

Freddy was started by a sound coming from behind him.

“Processing… processing… processing” it sounds like you regained your voice box functions. Freddy felt an immense amount of guilt. You’ve been reseat…. An animatronics worst fear.

“I’m so sorry little rockstar. I hope this new start is better for you.” With that Freddy left.

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thelordofdarkreunion · 3 years ago

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The Experts

The second story of this story-line. Another caveat of the request was to have the Imperials and Dr. Strange here, so here they are. I have decided to name the planet ‘Polaris C,’ so as to give it some sort of name. Enjoy Dr. Stephen Strange, Lord Inquisitor Hector Rex, and the Grey Knights meeting the Scoundrels. As usual, I own no one here except Drake.

“It is the duty of the Sorcerer Supreme to defend Earth and humanity against all magical and extra-dimensional threats.” -Dr. Stephen Strange

“I am the hammer, the right hand of the Emperor, the instrument of His will, the gauntlet about His fist, the tip of His spear, the edge of His sword!” -Motto of the Grey Knights

When Doctor Stephen Strange had received a message from Peter Quill, he had almost laughed aloud. Quill. Peter Quill, in his opinion, was not only an idiot but a slight egotist. He had almost laughed. Almost. If the message was not a missive asking for help. His help, specifically. Strange knew that if Quill, of all people, was begging for his help, then things were very serious. So with slight misgiving (he didn’t quite know what he was getting himself into), Strange’s cloak had affixed itself to his shoulders and he had opened a portal to the bizarre planet Quill described in the message.

He almost wished he didn’t come. The planet itself was filled with strange red mist from an unknown source. Not a problem, though. His magic could easily take care of that. It was the commotion. People and aliens of all sorts, from all different places, were running about up to god only knew what. A huge, bipedal metal robot (at least he thought it was a robot) trudged around, seemingly scanning a collection of long abandoned black buildings in the distance. Soldiers of various sorts, all dressed differently, many of species he did not recognize, ran around doing things he couldn’t even guess at.

To his left, greatcoat swirling ominously in the mist, lenses of his mask blending in with the background, was Peter Quill. As soon as Quill saw the sorcerer, he ran up to him, almost hugging him before Strange stopped him.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” almost shouted Quill. “I don’t know what the hell’s happening and neither do we and neither to the GA and Cooper is trying to scan the structures to see what’s happening and he’s the only one who’s actually helping and Cain called the Imperial Inquisition who are arguing with the aliens and this reminds me way too much of when my father possessed me so can you help?” Strange’s mouth worked spasmodically for a moment at Quill’s rant. Quill almost hugged him and was now begging for his help. This was a serious situation, then. Strange held up his gloved hands.

“Calm. Down.” Quill took a few deep breaths.

“Okay. Okay. I’m calm.”

“Good. Now, take me to them,” commanded Strange. Quill gave a nod and beckoned Strange forward. The swirling mist parted to reveal a series of tents, the sort that he recognized from disasters he’d seen on the news. Cold and clinical. They ducked underneath a flap and passed swiftly through an airlock before getting into the main area of the largest tent. It was much bigger than Strange thought it would be. Various humans, all wearing whatever armor they had on at the time of the event, lay on cots lining the walls. All of them were out cold.

It was not the people on the cots, though, that caught Strange’s attention. An imposing blond haired woman stood in the middle of it, bickering with two aliens: a small, bug-like creature and an eight foot tall, four armed, blue carapaced alien. The woman wore a tight black bodysuit, and was currently glaring daggers at the black, bug-like alien. The four armed one stood behind the bug, both pairs of arms crossed in a gesture that was remarkably human.

“You can’t tell us what to do!” shouted the shorter insectoid. “We rule this galaxy, and we will do this our way.” The blond haired woman sneered at the two aliens.

“Chairwoman.” The word was imbued with so much venom that it made Strange look up sharply from where he was studying one of the unconscious forms. “You have no idea what any of this does, not to mention that-” She was cut off by the beeping of her comms device. She held a finger to her ear, and paused to listen to what was being said on the other side. “Understood,” she replied. She turned back to the chairwoman. “Well then. Do it your way. Xenos no longer has authority here. Take up the matter with Malleus.” She spun on her heel and strode out of the tent. On her way out, she almost slammed into a brown haired man wearing high boots and a leather jacket. He sharply avoided her, then gave her a glare as she walked out. Following him was an utterly massive individual in heavy green armor. Super soldier, though Strange. He’d bet his life on it.

“Well, looks like that’s all done now,” said the newcomer. He walked over to Strange and held out his hand. “Han Solo. You must be the expert that Quill called in.”

“Indeed I am,” replied Strange, still puzzled of what precisely was transpiring here.

“Master Chief John-117,” replied the green armored man with about as much emotion as a bag of rocks.

“Good to know we have a true expert on hand,” said the strange, bug-like alien as she walked over. “Hopefully you will be more agreeable. I am the Chairwoman of the Galactic Assembly,” she announced.

“Doctor Stephen Strange,” replied Strange politely. “And I am here to help.” The large, blue carpaced alien introduced herself as Sunny, chief weapons officer of the Omen. With introductions out of the way, Strange approached the cots of the unconscious humans. “Now, what precisely happened here?” he asked.

“We were inside one of the larger buildings in the middle of the abandoned city over there,” said Sunny, pointing to a direction outside the tent. “We went through it… seemed like some sort of weird laboratory. There was some sort of main central room. The room had blast doors; big ones to keep something out. They were open though. There was some sort of glowing white orb on a central pedestal. When Wilson, one of the scientists,” she pointed out Wilson, lying unconscious on another cot, “Touched it, it emitted a blast of white energy. It knocked out all of the humans. No aliens were harmed, and, oddly, the humans from one particular galaxy were not affected. They all seem to have some sort of glowing white light around their eye areas, and Adam muttered ‘Deus’ under his breath while still unconscious.” Strange didn’t know who Adam was, but this sounded… serious. And weird. Weirdly serious? No. Perhaps seriously weird? Stop getting off track, Stephen.

“Okay. It is good you called me,” said Strange. He paused for a moment, considering what he should do next. “Can you take me to the orb?” he asked. The chairwoman opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the tramping of boot soles on the tent’s artificial ground. A double file of soldiers came into the tent, along with three hooded, red robed individuals.

“Scions,” hissed Sunny. The soldiers all wore heavy black armor, and carried blocky rifles, at the moment pointed downward, but ready to fire. The red robed individuals hugged the shadows, their cowls concealing their faces. All of the newcomers had the same symbol emblazoned on their clothing: a stylized “I” with a human skull in the center. Sigil of the Imperial Inquisition.

“What is the meaning of this?” roared the chairwoman. For a bug, she had a pretty impressive voice.

“This planet is now interdicted,” replied one of the Scions. Strange glowered at him. If looks could kill, the chairwoman’s would have reduced the man to cinders at this point.

“Under whose authority?” she snapped. The arguing figures all turned around as massive footsteps sounded behind them.

“Mine.” A huge man tore his way through the airlock of the tent. Long grey hair was thrown uncaringly across his head, and a red cloak across his shoulders. Ornate power armor, fitted to his large frame, glowed a dull silver in the weak light. He was utterly massive, coming to reach the height of the Master Chief. A beautifully crafted sword rested on his hip, and a bronze breathing mask covered his lower face. However, it was not at this man that Strange’s eyes turned to. It was the group of individuals that followed him. If the man in front was a giant among men, the coterie that followed him were gods among giants. They stood eye to eye with Sunny, towing a full foot above the Chief and grey haired man. Each of the five wore silvery grey power armor, covered with strange runes, inscriptions, and seals. Huge, twin barreled cannons were attached to their left arms, and in their right they all held halberds, suitably sized for their massive frames. They stared at Strange and the group clustered around him from behind silver helmets. Vision slits, glowing white-blue, seemed to peer into their very souls.

With a start and a huge sense of foreboding, Strange realized what they were. The size of genetically engineered soldiers, the strange runes and seals on their armor, the magic resonance of the ammunition in their guns and the power whispering through their halberds, all augmented by the fact that each of the silver warriors was a sorcerer of fearsome potency spoke of one thing. These individuals were created and trained for one purpose, and one purpose only: slaying demons.

If Strange could take a human being and make them into a weapon perfect for destroying the extra-dimensional beings that some called demons, he would have a result very similar to these silent, silver soldiers. He could already feel the icy trickle of sweat as it made his way down his back. This was not good. Things had gotten a lot more serious.

“Who are you?” half-whispered the GA chairwoman. The sheer presence these newcomers had put Strange and everyone else in the room on edge.

“I am Lord Inquisitor Hector Rex of the Ordo Malleus of the Holy Ordos of His Divine Majesty’s Most Holy Inquisition,” replied the grey haired man. Well, this guy’s very dramatic and, apparently, very holy, was Strange’s first thought. “We are here to investigate the possession of these individuals,” went on Rex.

“As am I,” cut in Strange. He was the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, dammit, and he would not be intimidated by the likes of these men. He could sense the Inquisitor, too, was a sorcerer, and a damn good one at that. “Doctor Stephen Strange.” Being polite couldn’t hurt, could it? The Inquisitor gave no response as the lead silver giant stepped forward. Strange and the various aliens winced as the temperature in the room dropped noticeably. The giant warrior held out a hand and touched Strange’s forehead with his fingers; not too gentle, not too rough, it simply just was. Strage felt the man peering into his very soul, but remained silent and still. He had a feeling the giants would respect that more than any protests he could muster.

“This one is pure of soul and strong of mind,” announced the warrior. His deep bass voice rumbled and reverberated through the tent. Strange found it disquieting. The man introduced as John-117 had a flat, but normal human voice. All the super soldiers he’d met in his home galaxy all had relatively normal voices. It appeared that this one was so heavily augmented his voice was stronger and went much deeper than a usual human. How intriguing.

“Very well, then,” replied Rex. “You.” He pointed at Strange. “Come with us. Everyone else, stay here. No one leaves.” On that ominous note, Rex spun, and with a swirl of his cloak, walked out the door, followed by the giant warriors and Strange.

Elsewhere

“Ah, shit,” swore Thomas Drake. He looked around him. Groups of his armsmen, GA marines, and redshirts stood up, confused. Shepard, Kirk, and Vir brushed themselves off and stared.

“Where the hell are we?” asked Shepard. “And where the hell is everyone else?” They stood in an open, endless expanse of white. The ground was pure white, the sky… or whatever was located above them pure white. It was like being inside a sterile room. Or an insane asylum.

“Don’t know,” replied Vir. “Wilson touched that orb-thingy and now here we are.”

“Where is here, exactly?” asked Kirk.

“An excellent question,” replied another voice. The Scoundrels whirled around to face a man, ethereally floating in the non-existent air. The figure was a human man, obviously so. However, something seemed… off about him. There was, of course, the fact that he was in this strange realm, and that he was floating several feet off the ground. His face… Well, his face was the strangest part. It looked a perfect blend between every human variation: the eyes, the coloring, the hair, all of it. A perfect blend of every human to ever exist. How is that possible…?

“What are you?” asked Drake. His hand went for his sidearm, only to find it wasn’t there. The ethereal being chuckled.

“I’m known by a lot of names. You can call me Adam… Adham, and variation of the name, really. You can call me the First, or you can call me Deus. Your choice, really.”

“Deus…” muttered Vir.

“Great. Why are we here?” asked Shepard, cutting straight to the point.

“Quite simple. You are now imbued with my power. The power of what you may call a god. There are things out there that would see you corrupted, and we can’t let that happen.”

“Good luck trying to corrupt us,” said Shepard. The being frowned.

“Many more powerful than you have been. Many. It is simply a failsafe. Through this, you gain a portion of the power of the combined gods of humanity throughout our realms. While you can’t do any sort of god-like things; you’ll be the same as before except in one regard. You are all now utterly immune to any sort of corrupting influences. No one can hijack your brains.”

“Great,” said Vir bluntly. “Now what?” Deus smiled.

“Well, unfortunately, you can’t remember this conversation.”

“Why not?” snapped an indignant Drake.

“Two reasons: it’s best if you don’t, and there is a small chance that if these memories remain, you might go slightly insane. Slightly. Still don’t want to risk it. However, there is one other thing that I can do safely. I have a favor to ask you. There are artifacts hidden in several locations around my galaxy. They carry a taint. There is one on each of the places that this planet reaches out to. You can figure it out from there. I want those artifacts destroyed.”

“Okay. Can you send us back to... wherever we are supposed to be?” asked Kirk.

“Yes,” nodded Deus. He snapped his fingers.

On Polaris C

“This is the chamber,” came the reverberating voice of one of the massive, silver armored warriors. Strange had learned they were called the Grey Knights. They didn’t tell him anything else. Lord Hector strode forward to the white orb on the central pedestal.

“It doesn’t look like any… Chaotic artifact,” he murmured. “Hmmm.” At that moment, the orb, which had been glowing brightly, suddenly went dark.

“What was that?’ asked Strange.

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Drake’s head shot up so quickly it smashed into a medical orderly who had been tending to him. With a cry of pain, he went back down into the cot, only to miss with one hand, lose his balance, and fall on the floor. Over his muttered curses and the orderly’s apologies, the rest of the unconscious humans woke. Sunny rushed over to Vir’s side.

“Adam! What happened?” she asked. Vir rubbed his head.

“Don’t know,” he said. “There was the orb, then Wilson touched it, then we got knocked out.” He looked up, seeing the Scions guarding them in a strange tent. “What the hell happened?” he asked, slightly miffed. At that moment, the flap leading to the airlock parted, revealing Dr. Strange, Lord Rex, and the Grey Knights.

“That is precisely what I am wondering, Admiral,” said Rex. He came forward, and held out a hand, touching Vir’s forehead. The temperature of the room dropped, and Vir felt the uncomfortable sensation of the grey haired man staring into his soul. Rex dropped his hand and turned to the Grey Knights. The temperature returned to normal. “He appears… untainted. Normal.” A pair of inky brown eyes stared down at the waking humans. “However, we must be sure. Our testing shall be… rigorous.”

There we have it. Now, unfortunately, you ought to know that the Grey Knights have a scorched earth policy. They fight daemons, and daemons corrupt. Therefore, anyone who is near them is at risk. Also, they are a secret organization, and if anyone is left alive to know about them, Chaos could use it against them. They have been ordered to not harm the Scoundrels themselves, as they believe they are vital to some future events. They won’t harm Strange, as they see him as a protector of his realm, much like them. The GA people though... Tell me what you think should happen, and if you like this story line. If you have any comments, questions, requests, criticisms, or concerns, tell me!

#magnificent scoundrels #story #writing #my writing #crossover #warhammer 40k #empyrean iris #dr strange #humans are space orcs

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tonystarkbingo · 3 years ago

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3 Prompt Summaries

Amnesia, Gay Panic, Aliens - suggested by @polizwrites

@magicadraconia - He'd woken up in a strange place, on what they told him was a spaceship, surrounded by the weirdest looking... things he'd ever seen (and he'd seen some doozies, although he didn't know how he knew that...). He was straight, definitely straight, he knew that (a flash of red hair...) so why were his eyes constantly returning back to the one human-looking guy - the very sexy human-looking guy...?

@polizwrites - Tony had no idea why was wearing a what seemed to be a high tech suit of armor splattered with some disgusting purple goo that appeared to be coming from the figures lying at his feet. Not just his feet — there was a handsome blond hunk of a man in a red, white and blue onesie standing next to him, holding an oversized patriotic frisbee spattered with the goo as well. Said man was giving Tony a look impossible to interpret — like he was in love. But wait - Tony didn’t think he was gay, was he?

@27dragons - The aliens were, for a change, friendly. And the food they'd offered had been tested and found non-toxic for the human delegation. Unfortunately, it also seemed to cause a rather shocking case of amnesia. Now Bucky's been mentally regressed to the age of about twenty-four, long before the Winter Soldier, Hydra, or even the war -- and he's deep into the throes of panic over his re-realization that he's gay. Even more unfortunately, Tony -- with his carefully-concealed crush of several months -- is the only one around to try to talk him out of it.

@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky didn’t mind the amnesia he had from the car accident, since 96% of it involved the car crash and the ensuing hospital stay, and he wasn’t particularly interested in reliving either of those things. What he did mind was the gorgeous man who insisted that they were betrothed and he was to be king consort of Asgard. There were several things wrong with that, and aliens were rather low on that list. After everything else, aliens weren’t worth panicking over. And betrothal was simply another word for ‘engaged,” right? So perhaps he could get the marriage called off. But the thing was… Bucky was straight. He was sure of that… Except…. Thor was gorgeous. And handsome. And rich. And a really good kisser.

@lbibliophile-mcu - He's not quite sure who he is (what sort of a name is 'Bucky'?). And he's not sure where he is (although something tells him that he's a lot further from home than he'd otherwise think). But when the person (creature? being?) called Tony 'smiles' at him, he knows one thing: He is gay. Very gay. ...what's 'Gay'? (He can't wait to find out)

@huntress79 - Steve's first few weeks after the ice are a mumble-jumble of too many new faces and names, too many new things to see - simply too much of everything. And while he knew that it was, technically not really possible, he developed some kind of amnesia. The good side: he kind of forgot all the pain of losing all ties to what was his life just yesterday. The bad side: there were two absolutely gorgeous men (and hey, he wasn't really into men at all, no sir!) visiting him almost daily, and both had to introduce themselves every day again. Thor had something alien, exotic on him, something that Steve really wanted to draw at some point. And somehow, Tony reminded him of someone he had met before? But who? If only Steve could remember...

@darthbloodorange - ULTS - Captain America takes a hard hit during battle, losing all his memories. One look at Stark and Thor, and the man was suddenly sure he was gay. SHIELD panic, doing their best to keep this from the world. Captain America couldn't be gay, the world would be up in arms, not to mention the Brass and the White House. Things escalate when Thor and Stark Both decide they want Captain America as their "Beau", their arguments falling short of starting a small war. And the solution to SHIELD's problem? Aliens. Fury rubs his temples, willing away his pounding headache. (Steve regains his memories and remains very gay. And comes out to the world. Tony and Thor decide to share Steve. Happy endings and every afters)

More under the cut!

Mammoth, Baxter Building, Hairball - suggested by @magicadraconia

@somesortofitalianroast - Tony wasn’t sure why Reed Richards was calling him to the Baxter Building. But the mammoth standing in what could not possibly be a giant hairball was certainly a new one.

@polizwrites - Tony shouldn’t have been surprised that Richards was messing about in the time-space continuum again; but he didn’t expect his boyfriend to come back from the Baxter Building with a wooly mammoth (who, of course, he’d named ‘Hairball’) in tow.

@huntress79 - If Reed Richards sends out a distress call to the Avengers, it has to be something big. Like, galaxy-destroying-big. At least, that's what Tony and Steve are thinking of while they are heading to the Baxter Building. But once there, they both get a bit suspicious when they see Johnny and Susan standing outside with most of the employees, Johnny wearing a shit-eating grin while Susan is torn between joining her brother and making use of her own superpower and vanish. Nonetheless, they both went inside - only to be greeted by what looked a lot like a prehistorical mammoth, only three or four time its usual size, shedding its hair, and both Reed and Ben trying to contain the equally giant hairball.

@psychiccatpanda - If Tony never had to clean up another Reed Richards related mess it would be too soon. The wooly mammoths Richards has accidentally brought to the city instead of sending himself and the biologists back was bad enough. Today took the taco. He had demonstrated a device to harmlessly get rid of fleas - pesticide free. Bucky, being a science nerd had offered to help over Tony’s protests. (Tony was not jealous, shut up Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy.) Now Alpine was nearly the size of the Baxter Building and sounded like he was going to cough up the world’s largest hairball.” All he had to do was get Alpine back to normal size without hurting him and not expose his ginormous crush on Bucky. Easy, right? (How was this his life again?)

@27dragons - The Baxter Building was already a huge monument to Reed's dick -- and that's coming from Tony, who knows phallic monuments, thankyouverymuch -- but he's really certain that the last time he saw it, the place wasn't quite so... mammoth. Nor was the Thing covered in fur, making him look like an enormous hairball. Why did they always call Tony instead of Strange for these messes?

@lbibliophile-mcu - Tony glares down at the cat before him, thanking all the gods that the horrible sounds have finally stopped. A large wad of damp stringy something lies on the carpet between them "are you done.? that thing is massive. what were you even licking, a woolly mammoth? there's at least another whole cat's worth there. disgusting. next time Richards ropes me into cat-sitting you're staying in the Baxter Building and I'll just commute." The cat just purrs at him.

@darthbloodorange - The Avengers stare down the mammoth, completely unsure of what to do now. Sure, they have had run-ins with time-traveling villains and their brand of chaos, but never before have they been left with a creature from another time to take care of. How does one even take care of a mammoth? They quickly realize they know just who would be able to handle the creature. So they, as stealthily as one could, attempt to sneak the mammoth (named "Hairball") into the Fantastic Four's building.

soap, alarms, Dr. Doom - suggested by @psychiccatpanda

@huntress79 - Tony actually was looking forward to it - an evening just for Steve and him, relaxing in the new, big jacuzzi he had just installed the other day, testing a new bubble soap bath Steve had found on one of his shopping trips with Pepper. But he seemed to be cursed or something like that. Just as he and Steve were about to relocate to the jacuzzi room, the tower all but shook with the alarm to assemble. What on Earth was going on right now? Steve just gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispered something so dirty in his ear that even Tony had the decency to blush, and was out of their apartment. Two hours later, they all returned to the Tower, weary to the bone, but with another defeat delivered to Dr. Doom in their books.

@somesortofitalianroast - It wasn’t every day the Assemble alarm went off while Tony was in the shower, thank god. But when it did, Tony always had soap in his eyes trying to get out of the shower fast enough. Today, the alarm blaring and setting off his hangover, and soap in his eyes, Tony looked out the window and saw Doombots flooding from a whole in the sky. This was not his day.

@psychiccatpanda - Tony had yet to meet his new neighbor. He'd only heard what he hoped was the guy's TV - otherwise there was a lot more gunfire than he felt comfortable with. And the screaming... which he assumed was a cat, but had no way of proving. Tony was also slightly offended that the man seemed to keep similar hours to Tony's. Rhodey had laughed off his worries about the guy being a drug dealer or a serial killer. The fire alarm, though had everyone pouring out of their apartments and he was able to catch a glimpse of him - of them, rather. One wore green sweat pants and a hoodie so large he couldn't see the guy's face. Green Sweatpants was trying to keep a hold on a white cat that looked like it was trying to claw him to pieces. The other guy wore a black towel with a big red star in the middle, and his hair was full of shampoo. Oh, they're really cute.... Or - how Tony developed a crush on his neighbors who may or may not be serial killing drug dealers.

@darthbloodorange - Things went from bad to worse when a soap store was struck while Dr. Doom was attempting to take over the world... again. Soap, mixed with the rain from Thor's storm, flooded the streets. It was near impossible to get anywhere to do anything. The Avengers were struggling, barely able to keep themselves upright, let alone apprehend Dr. Doom. And Dr. Doom wasn't fairing any better. The world watches, amused, as their heroes slip and slide after Dr. Doom, the soap store's alarm blaring in the background (Fic Title: To slippery to nail)

parade, glitter, makeup - suggested by @phoenixmetaphor3000

@somesortofitalianroast - Not quite a year after officially coming out, Steve decided that he wanted to march in the parade. The Parade. The Pride Parade. In all the glitter that entailed. He didn’t expect to find an adorable makeup artist at one of the booths.

@polizwrites - It was one thing for Stark Industries to support Pride Month - something else entirely for Tony Stark to not only sponsor an Avenger-themed float, but to be the glittery centerpiece, wearing what looked to be nothing more than red and gold body paint and a barely-there g-string, his arc reactor cycling through the colors of the rainbow.

@huntress79 - Nobody really can recall whose idea it was to have an Avengers-themed float at the NYC Pride Parade, but here they were, all of them, dressed in Las Vegas-worthy versions of the costumes, over and over set with sequins and glitter. And if that wasn't enough, Pepper, Nat, Darcy and Maria Hill, more or less, "attacked" the guys, giving them a (slight) makeover. Sure, Tony was somewhat used to makeup, from his days as media darling, but he was in no way prepared for the effect it had on him when he first laid eyes on a Captain America with guyliner...

@darthbloodorange - There are many things to love about the 21st Century, the Pride Parade is one of Steve's favourites. Every year he sets up a small area and paints people's faces with glittery makeup. Seeing the joy and happiness on people's faces, free to live as who they are, to love who they love... that's what makes Steve happy. What makes him happier is having Sam by his side. (Sam/Steve)

@huntress79 - Sundays are, come hell or high water, reserved for family activities in the Stark-Rogers-Barnes household. FRIDAY is running interference on all channels, keeping everyone and their neighbour out (unless there's an emergency, and even then, there are new Avengers there to deal with it). Today, Morgan has requested them in her playroom, stating that her dolls and other toys were overdue for a large teaparty (two weeks are way too long for their princess!). It always amuses Tony to watch his men folding their rather large frames into the lotus seat on the floor, but they would do anything to make Morgan happy. Even letting her painting their nails and faces with glitter and makeup and whatnot, before parading over to the mirror in the hallway.

@psychiccatpanda - As a rule, Tony didn't "do" parades. He didn't emcee, he didn't ride in the convertibles waving, or any of that stuff. But this time, it was Clint asking. Natasha usually went with him, but she was out on assignment and might not be back. Steve and some of the others had promised to stop by, but right now, nobody but Clint would be at his booth for the whole time. "I'd love to!" Tony had said, trying not to feel depressed that he was the absolute last person Clint had asked. How hard could face-painting be? All Tony had to do was dust with glitter while Clint did all the work painting the designs and stuff. Wherein Tony discovers a talent he didn't know he had and Clint figures out that Natasha was right again.

Post it Notes, Werewolf, Fluff - suggested by @darthbloodorange

@darthbloodorange - It was too bad that there wasn't a hallmark card for "Sorry, we kinda turned your boyfriend into a werewolf". Tony was due to return in less than two hours, and Clint couldn't find a reasonable excuse or answer. What he did fine, however, was a huge box of post-it notes... (Clint tries to hide Werewolf Steve in post-it notes. Tony is later followed around the Tower by a fluffy monster covered in post-it notes... only to find out it's Steve.)

@somesortofitalianroast - Steve knew there was a problem with the house. For starters, it was available during the high tourist season. For another, it was cheap, which meant he could afford to extend his stay and maybe get more writing done. The first night he heard wolves in the forest, and soon he started seeing post-it notes that he hadn’t written floating around the house. Not the threatening kind, no, the weird kind. If he didn’t know that werewolves did not exist… no, there was no way that there was a friendly neighborhood werewolf who wanted to make sure Steve stayed warm and fed. And certainly there wasn’t a friendly neighborhood werewolf who wanted the intruder in his house to call him “Bucky”...

@huntress79 - Whenever Tony needed a break from being CEO, he headed out to the cabin his father had bought decades ago. It was smack in the middle of a forest, and JARVIS was set to let no one in, unless Tony said so. This time, though, something was off. Tony couldn't pinpoint it, but apparently, they had a predator in the forest, if the large scratch marks on trees around the cabin were anything to count for. That night, he even heard the howls of a wolf, but far enough away to not worry about it. When we woke up next morning, he realized he wasn't alone in his bed! Moving slowly, he saw the most gorgeous man lying next to him, apparently asleep. How on Earth did he get in without JARVIS reacting? Right that moment, the man whispered something that Tony couldn't catch, and so, he grabbed the pen and post-it-notes he always had on his bedside table and handed it to the stranger, who started to write immediately. "Sorry for breaking in, but there's a hunter on the other side of the forest, and I don't want to end up as his trophy," could be read on the first few post-its. "Hunters don't kill humans," Tony replied, but the man just held up a finger before turning the next post-it over. "I'm a werewolf, sugar." (Or how Tony protects werewolf Bucky from bad hunters and falls in love with him while doing so XD)

@jacarandabanyan - Tony, a vampire, has officially seceded and left his coven (or just ran away, depending on who you ask). Unfortunately, no other coven will take him- not with his father and uncle making it clear that there will be repercussions for any coven who does. And so he must resort to the unthinkable- shacking up with werewolves. At first, they have a simple arrangement: Tony stays in his room during the day, the two wolves he’s living with, Steve and Bucky, stay in their room at night. They communicate with each other via post-it, when absolutely necessary. But over time, the definition of ‘absolutely necessary’ starts to loosen...

@psychiccatpanda - "It'll be fine, Tony." Those had been Pepper's exact words. Now, they'd come home to find Morgan riding a shifted werewolf (probably Steve, but it could be Barnes - they were hard to tell apart in their wolf forms) around the living room of the penthouse like a pony. Hundreds of purple and lavender post-its were stuck to everything. Don't eat last Pop-tart. Leggo my Eggo. and Do NOT let Morgan make real tea. The dishes melt in the microwave. were just the first few that Tony saw. "What's going on here?" The Avengers (some of them were's some of them are not) are the best and worst babysitters.

@rebelmeg - rhodey knew his roommate was a drama queen, that was well-known by anyone who knew tony. he just hadn't expected it to be so bad during this full moon that his girlfriend had stuck a post-it note to the door, warning, "beware, super cranky moon baby beyond this point"

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nalgenewhore · 4 years ago

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With My Life - Chapter Two

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

warnings: (all graphic) violence, gun violence, blood, smut, implied PTSD

Elide slept fitfully for a couple hours more after Lorcan left. After ten minutes of hiding from the sun by burying her face in his pillow and switching positions every thirty seconds, Elide decided to accept the fact that she wouldn’t fall back to sleep and there was nothing she could do about it.

With a sigh, Elide got up and padded over to his closet, swapping his black dress shirt for a pair of sweats that practically drowned her and one of his old hoodies. She walked over to the dresser he kept, opened the top drawer that she had slowly begun to take over and grabbed her tortoise shell hair clamp to twist her short but thick hair and clip it back.

Then, she walked out of his room, out the short hallway before she got to the top of the stairs, which were located beside the windows that went from the floor to the ceiling of his second floor. Elide stepped down the stairs, her hand resting elegantly on the railing.

Elide sighed again and rubbed her eyes as she walked into his pristine, state of the art kitchen.

She looked out the wall of floor to ceiling windows, wondering where in the city Lorcan’s clients would take him today as she filled up the kettle in the sink.

After putting it on the stove and turning the burner on, Elide picked up the remote control and turned on the big, sleek flatscreen. A voice in the back of her mind reminded her the revisions for her thesis weren’t done yet. Elide scowled as she flipped through the channels and landed on a rerun of a baking show.

Reasoning with herself, she decided to take the day off. Between the extra class load undergrad psych courses she’d agreed to teach and research for her graduate degree, as well as spending more and more time with Lorcan… she deserved a break.

Taking the day off would give her time to think about them. And about dinner.

Elide thought about their relationship as she fixed herself a cup of tea. Being with Lorcan was simple. Not at all serious, just some harmless fun, but still, quite possibly her most valued relationship nonetheless.

There were times, so many gods-damned times when she wanted more. And thought that he felt that way, too.

Like when their intimate activities were done for the night, when they both passed out where they dropped onto the sheets, Lorcan would search the king-sized mattress until he could pull her close against him. In all the nights she had spent with him, Elide had not once fallen asleep without his arms around her. Or when he had had a hard day, he would call her in the middle of the night - when he knew she was still up working tirelessly on her degree - just to hear her talk and ramble about whatever she’d learned that day.

He listened to her like… he loved her, like she loved him.

He trusted her with his life and he wanted to talk to her. What else could he have to say, right?

Elide had a distinct feeling that everything as they knew it would change today.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Get in.

Get the list.

Get out.

Lorcan repeated it like a mantra as he moved through the seemingly abandoned building like a shadow. He breathed calmly, keeping his nerves in check. It’s just another work day, keeping it together, he told himself, schooling himself into detached neutrality as he continued through the house.

Methodically, he checked every room he passed, toeing the door open and stepping in, smoothly pointing his gun and checking every inch of space before moving on.

He listened intently, his ears nearly twitching with every sound besides his own breathing and steady steps.

The radio in his ear crackled to life, “Upstairs, second door on the right.” Connall and the team at headquarters had been tracking the computer - the one that held Erawan’s list of suppliers and dealers - for months and it would finally come to an end today.

The house around him remained eerily quiet, but Lorcan shook it off as his own tension as he moved up the stairs, studying them briefly and avoiding places he knew would creak too loudly.

Like the good spy, like the good little soldier he was years ago, Lorcan checked the first rooms first, then the one opposite the room the computer was in. Nobody was there.

And just when he was thinking the gods hadn’t forsaken him again, Lorcan walked into the second room on the right and bit back his low curse. It was stupid, juvenile and foolish to think that the gods had ever cared, for the man sitting behind the very laptop countless people had died for had a bullet wound in the middle of his forehead and the wall behind him was splattered with blood and the laptop had been torn apart.

“C?”

“L?”

“They got it. Laptop’s ripped open and,” he walked in further, swallowing his gag at the reek of blood, “they shot their guy. Been here… half an hour, at most.” Which meant someone was following him.

There was a pause and Lorcan heard Connall take a breath to speak but then, “Wait. Shh.”

Connall didn’t fight it, didn’t speak another word as Lorcan listened, narrowing his eyes and slowly putting his gun back in his shoulder holster. He could’ve sworn he’d heard something coming from… the hallway.

Lorcan gave the room one last glance and stepped out into the hallway, just in time to see a black clad figure sprint down the hall and jump, crashing through the window and onto the streets below them.

“What was that?” Connall asked, evidently having heard the glass smashing.

“The list,” Lorcan bit out, already moving when Connall told him Nehemia was tracking the hard drive. “I’m in pursuit.”

Lorcan ran to the end of the hall, stopping himself from crashing through the pane and searching the rooftops. Two buildings away, there was that same shrouded figure hopping along the buildings of Morath, glancing back at Lorcan every so often.

“Tell Elide I’ll be late.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Her plan for a day off hadn’t worked. Elide had tried to relax, as Lorcan told her to constantly. She snorted to herself as she highlighted a passage and switched to a blue pen, scrawling a note on the margin. It was rich coming from Lorcan. The man could barely sit still for a half hour show without fiddling with something, dropping into push-ups or another exercise.

There were a couple trays of cranberry-orange muffins sitting idly by, ones Elide had made after getting a craving from the baking shows. She plucked one up, mindlessly picking at it and thinking to herself.

Her thesis advisor and mentor, a man named Weylan Darrow, sent her an email about her next review panel and she clicked on it, reading through his notes. He was a crotchety old man, that is, to everyone except Elide. He had developed a bit of a soft spot for her over the past couple years.

He had been a huge help - a godsend, really, during the years. Being a former foster child herself, writing on how the system affected cognitive development was a personal and delicate subject for her, but Darrow, as he preferred to be called, had always respected boundaries and pushed her to take time off when she needed it.

Elide zoned out and absentmindedly munched on her muffin, only realizing she’d been sitting at the kitchen island, staring off into space for a couple minutes when the buzzer sounded.

She got up and padded over to it, furrowing her brow as she tried to recall which button it was to talk. The largest was lit up and flashing green, so she took a chance and held it down as she said, “Hello?”

“Miss Lochan?”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Salvaterre had a package delivered for you. Would you like me to bring it up?”

Elide shook her head, forgetting for a second that they couldn’t see her. “Oh, no, Malakai, I’ll be down soon.”

“Alright, Miss Lochan. See you soon.”

Elide walked back to the counter and put ten or so muffins into a container for Malakai and his husband before she slipped on her shoes and went downstairs, wondering what on earth Lorcan had sent her.

One of his neighbours was in the elevator with her and they chatted idly. The older woman was a sweetheart and Elide gave her a muffin from the container, graciously thanking her for the invitation to have tea later that day.

Elide bid the woman good-bye and smiled at Malakai, handing him the container, “Fresh from the oven.”

He smiled and put the container under the front desk, coming back up with a sleek, black and silver edged dress box, tied together with a matching silver ribbon. “For you and,” he pulled up a matching black and silver bag with silver ribbon handles, “for you. There’s a note in there, too.”

She smiled, trying to control her blush as she fit the bag’s handles in her elbow and picked up the box, ignoring Malakai’s cheeky wink. “Oh, stop it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Elide just rolled her eyes and went back upstairs, making herself wait until she returned to the penthouse to open it.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Marama, do you have eyes on Salvaterre?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lorcan hardly heard the words flying over the radio in his ear as he dodged a cheap punch, ramming his elbow up into the masked figure’s face, hearing the telltale crunch of the man’s nose and using the advantage of the man’s head snapping back to lock him in a chokehold and put pressure on his windpipe. “Where is it?”

The man spoke an ancient, dirty language - one of the man legends say tried to rip the world in two. Lorcan snarled in his ear, gripping the top of his mask, “Tell me where it is or I swear to Hellas, I’ll throw you off this gods-damned bridge. Tell me where it is.”

The man fought for breath and Lorcan let him struggle before loosening his hold, letting the man believe he had the advantage. “You will never find it.”

“I need two more minutes,” Nehemia said, her voice tinged in desperation.

During the chase across the city to the decrepit bridge they stood on now, the man had dropped the hard drive, the small black square escaping Lorcan’s attention. Nehemia had managed to track it somehow, probably from the original tracker they had planted in the computer, and was deciphering its security features.

Lorcan ripped the mask from the man, turning him and leaning him over the railing, “Tell me where it is.”

Erawan’s man’s pupils were dilated, leaving only a thin circle of watery blue around the depthless black. Most of the fanatic’s forces took a drug hybrid Erawan and his team had crafted themselves and flooded the streets of every major international city with, a drug called Wyrd. It made one feel invincible, making them believe they could withstand any physical act like torture and harm.

Really, it just severed the pain receptor connection and the majority of users ended up near dead in the hospitals.

“You cannot stop the prophecy. He will reign supreme,” the man promised, choking slightly as the blood from his broken nose slid down his throat.

Lorcan fought the urge to roll his eyes and gripped the man’s collar, twisting the material until he could barely get a breath in, “I will break your neck, tell me where it is.”

The man clamped his jaw shut, biting down so hard and fast that Lorcan saw a cracked tooth when the man attempted to spit on him and instead, drooled down his weak chin. “You… you…will never… know.”

“Are you in position,” that hissing viper voice snapped, not one part of the sentence in question.

“Yes, ma’am. Three buildings southwest, clear view of Salvaterre and target.”

Lorcan was distracted for a split second by listening to Fenrys’ location, and the man grabbed at the chance, ramming his knee up between Lorcan’s legs and pushing him off.

That quickly, Lorcan was incapacitated by the pain in his body, hardly fighting the target as he stomped on his knee, forcing it to bend in a way no knee should. He swallowed his scream of pain, his head whipping to the side when he was punched in the face, already tasting blood in his mouth and spitting it onto the ground before fighting back.

The man was relentless, with zero regard for his own protection as he rained blows down on Lorcan, lashing out with his feet and knees.

Lorcan snarled and easily sidestepped the next punch, returning one of his own to the throat and one to his solar plexus. The man stumbled back, blood and saliva leaking down his face and fighting for breath.

Panting, the man attempted to strike, a hard jab to the stomach that had Lorcan bending reflexively and giving the man just enough time to slip away and sprint towards the city.

Lorcan groaned in pain, rasping to the earpiece, “He’s running.”

“I got him,” Fenrys said and Lorcan started running, pushing his agony down down down. “I got him.”

The man’s multitude of injuries started to heed his escape as Lorcan used every lesson drilled into him to keep his mind off the white hot pain in his left knee and tackled him to the ground, quickly pressing his knees into the man’s elbows and using his weight to keep him down. “Where the fuck did you put it?”

The man pressed his lips together, pure rage and unadulterated fury in his eyes. Somehow, he slipped his arm free and slashed, slicing the knife Lorcan didn’t know he had down Lorcan’s right cheekbone. Then, the target flipped them as Lorcan felt warm blood leak down his face and pressed the tip of his knife into Lorcan’s throat. “I will never tell you. The prophecy must come true, our king will be crowned at last.”

“What’s the hold up,” Maeve snarled, wondering why he hadn’t shot yet.

Lorcan remained as still as possible, the cool metal edge of the blade cutting into his skin. He felt warm blood drip and pool in the hollow of his throat as Fenrys said he couldn’t get a clear shot.

“Take the fucking shot,” Maeve ordered and the target was distracted by something.

That quick, Lorcan shoved him off, flipping them just as he heard the distinct sound of a bullet being shot through the radio and nearly instantaneously, searing pain ripped through his left side, forcing him to take a step back.

He bumped into something cold and metal, pausing as he slowly looked down and lifted his fingers to the hole in his black tactical shirt. They came away red and as if life was in slow motion, he looked up at the target, whose own eyes were widening. Swallowing thickly, Lorcan whispered, “Agent down.”

Then, he stumbled back another step and hit the railing, tipping over it and falling to the river.

The wind whipped at his body and he was so tired, he was in so much pain.

Eventually, he hit the water below with a resounding boom, the spray nearly touching the bridge he’d fallen from. As he grasped to the tendrils of life as the current swept him under, he felt someone cup his face and opened his eyes.

Elide floated above him, a gentle, peaceful sort of smile playing at her round lips. She didn’t say a thing and Lorcan tried, tried to tell her the words that had been locked away inside his ancient, wicked heart for an eternity, but there was too much water, down his throat, down his nose, in his eyes.

Elide Lochan, I love you.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

It was a quarter to eight and Elide looked at herself in the mirror, appraising the vision. She could almost imagine how Lorcan would react.

First, his eyes would catch on her face and he’d smile - he always did and he never noticed.

Then, in afterthought, he would flick his gaze over her body and pause, his lips parting in a soft gasp as he drank in the sight of her curves. He would sear her skin with his stare as he looked at the way the black silk of the dress he’d bought her slid over her body, delicate diamond decorated straps that attached the cowl neckline to the low-cut back and left her creamy skin on almost full display.

Lorcan would walk up slowly, looking up and down her figure and then ruin the moment by doing something juvenile like grabbing her ass or saying something crass that had her laughing even though she would deny it until she was blue in the face.

Elide reached over for her earrings, single drop diamonds that had once belonged to her mother. She cast a harsh glance over her makeup, her cheeks heating at the deep maroon lip. Lorcan had a little bit of a thing for coloured lipsticks and liked to have her leave marks over his body, smeared against his across his skin.

She heard a knock on the door and her stomach clenched in anticipation. Elide breathed out slowly as she walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs, one hand holding her swishy skirt and biting back her smile as she waltzed across the front hall and put her hand on the cool silver handle.

With one last calming sigh, she opened the door, not at all prepared to see Rowan and Connall standing on the doorstep, wearing somber faces. “Oh, hi. Lorcan’s not here right now, he’s still at work, I think. We’re going out.”

They looked at each other with unease and Connall stepped forward, the moon to his brother’s sun wearing a broken expression. “Ellie…”

She curled her shaking hands into fists, determined to not let them see her breakdown over nothing. Lorcan probably had to work late, she understood. They could reschedule.

“Ellie, Lorcan’s not… he’s not…” Connall’s voice died off and he looked in desperation at Rowan, who looked seconds from tears.

Her voice was dry and cracked when she dared whisper a question for which she dreaded the answer,

“Where is he?”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

oh he fucking dead doe - that’s where he is 😳 anyways, i just wanted to let everyone know that i will not be posting as often as i did with previous wips - frankly, i can’t keep it up, i’ve been writing pretty much nonstop since april and im a lil tired. there are other contributing factors (ie, i have thirty chapters planned out + an extra scene and im writing it serially which i don’t usually do) but yeah, that’s what’s up! i am hoping to post twice a week on sundays and wednesdays (8pm pacific time babey) and that may drop to once but whatcha gonna do

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kaider-is-my-otp · 5 years ago

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Midnight Date

Cinder and Kai explore beauty of New Beijing at night.

No one knew New Beijing Palace better than Kai. After all, he grew up among those walls and lived there for whole 21 years of his life.

But, despite being the emperor, Kai didn't know his city too well. Almost every time he would go to the city center he would be surrounded with people- his security team and all the people that came to greet their emperor.

It was nice and Kai loved being in the city with general population. But he couldn't help feeling that he never fully experienced New Beijing. Not in a way common citizens did, or tourists that came to admire culture and architecture of Eastern Commonwealth's capital city. He never knew all the hidden getaways, all the places people would meet, where they served best noodles in the city...

Luckily, there was a visitor in New Beijing Palace that knew all these information.

Cinder arrived in the palace two days ago to discuss with Kai how to further develop relationship between Earth and Luna. Of course, this was only the official reason for her visit. The non-official reason was that they hadn't seen each other in four months and they just wanted to spend some time together.

They did some work as well, mostly when they had meetings with other cabinet members. When they were alone it was more kissing, less working.

Kai was quiet while he sneaked in the hallways of his own home towards the room where Cinder slept. He knocked on the door as quietly as possible as he approached them. They flew open in a second.

Cinder stood in front of him still dressed in her daily outfit even though it was almost midnight. She squinted at him. „Kai? What are you doing here this late?“

Kai ushered her inside and entered the room after her. „I'm taking you on a date.“

Cinder lifted an eyebrow and looked him up and down. He was wearing a simple black hoodie and a dark pair of jeans. „I'm guessing we're going incognito?“

„Exactly,“ Kai said and leaned down to kiss her lips. „Which is why you need to change into something more subtle and comfortable.“

„You don't have to tell me twice.“ Cinder shrugged and went to the grand walk-in closet to change.

Kai lay down on her bed, resting his head on Cinder's pillows. He felt soft scent of her vanilla shampoo and couldn't help but smile. The room she stayed in was beautiful, like all the rooms in the palace. But Kai knew Cinder didn't like too much fuss around her, so he always made sure her room was one of the simple ones- without extravagant decorations, priceless antiques or anything else that would make it feel less like a home.

Because Kai wanted her to feel like this was her home.

Minutes later Cinder walked out dressed in similar clothes as Kai, except her hoodie was light grey. „How exactly do you plan avoiding your security team to follow us once they realized we left the palace?“

„Easy,“ Kai said and got up from her comfortable bed. „They won't know we left the palace because we'll use the staff exit.“

„And if they track your ID number?“

Kai waved his hand. „It's midnight, they think I'm already asleep.“

Cinder wasn't entirely convinced in his reasoning but decided to go with it. „All right then, Your Majesty. Take me to that date already.“

Sneaking out of the palace wasn't as difficult as Kai thought it would be. I even made him question his security system for a second. He grabbed Cinder's hand as he led her through the back garden of the palace. They reached the gate that palace staff usually used in the morning when they come to palace for work. Kai waved his left hand that had his ID chip in front a machine and the doors quietly opened. The two of them lifted their hoods and left the palace ground.

New Beijing Palace sat on a cliff that overlooked the entire city of New Beijing. Kai's breath cought in his throat when he saw the beauty that spread in front of him. City was a maze of wide and narrow streets, big and small squares, glistening with lights, tall buildings raising high towards the sky, illuminated by Luna.

He loved his city.

He loved his country.

And he loved the girl that stood next to him more that those two combined.

Cinder was also in awe as her eyes roamed around. „Wow. Sometimes I forget how beautiful it is.“

Kai smiled and tugged her to follow him. „Come on, we have a long way down.“

They walked slowly, hand in hand, not worried that someone might recognize them. It was a chilly late spring night. Cinder shivered a little bit. Kai noticed and pulled her closer to him, wrapping an arm securely around her shoulders. She instantly felt warmer.

„So where exactly are we going?“ she asked as the city lights came nearer and sound of traffic became louder.

„Actually, I was hoping you could tell me.“ Kai's voice had a sheepish, innocent tone in it as he looked down at her.

Cinder raised her head from his shoulder to look at him. „You have no idea where to go, do you?“

„Not a single one.“

Cinder sighed and feigned her annoyance. Kai couldn't resist that look on her face. He bowed his head and kissed her.

„Believe it or not, you know this city better than I do. I never really had many chances to explore it freely. So I thought- If only I had someone who could be my guide.“

Cinder rolled her eyes, but a telltale smile on her lips gave her away. „Does His Majesty has a special wish of what he wants to see?“

Kai stopped to think. „I wouldn't mind eating some noodles.“

Cinder smirked. „I know just the place.“

She took the lead and pulled Kai further into the city. Hovers drove past them. People mingled around. No one noticed Emperor of Eastern Commonwealth and Queen of Luna as they walked past them, hugged tightly with hoods over their heads. They looked just like any other couple in love.

„I could get used to this,“ Kai mumbled under his breath and Cinder chuckled.

They stopped in front of a tall building in one of the largest streets. The sign said they offer noodles, sushi, cinnamon buns and many other goods 24/7, with a beautiful view of the city on their terrace at the top. Cinder pushed the doors and entered, with Kai following behind.

She dragged him to the elevator and pressed a button to the top floor. After a short ride, the elevator doors opened and revealed a large terrace with tables all around. In the far end was a self-service booth with wide variety of meals. Only few people were there as well, already eating or picking what to eat, none of them giving Cinder and Kai more than a passing glance.

Kai couldn't stop the grin that spread on his face. „Perfect.“

He took Cinder's hand and led her to the food bar. It took them longer than necessary to pick what they wanted to eat. In the end they both chose noodles that were advertised as house specialty and some dessert. Kai placed their plates on the scanner that calculated the price and paid for their food with a simple wave of his hand. He took their plates and Cinder led him towards the corner of the terrace, where few tall lonely tables stood.

They sat, their backs turned to other guests and their faces looking down at the busy streets beneath. The view was just as breathtaking as it was from the palace.

They ate, they talked, they laughed and they kissed. Completely alone in their own cocoon, anonymous to the rest of the world. Kai pulled Cinder closer and she leaned into him, taking in his scent. She felt secure in his arms, like nothing could hurt her.

„I like this,“ Kai whispered in her ear. „We should do this every time you visit.“

Cinder nodded and craned her neck to kiss his jaw. „I would like that.“

They stayed there for a long time, in each other's embrace, looking at the stars that shone above them. Other guests came and went, not paying any attention to the couple in the corner. After another half hour, Kai stood up and offered Cinder a hand.

„Come on. City is big and there is so much more to explore.“

Once they were on the streets again, Kai didn't know which way to go first. Cinder pulled him in the direction of the park. The park was huge, trees and bushed covered every available surface. There were several large statues of gods people believed in during the times before the second era. They were all a gift from United Kingdom to Eastern Commonwealth.

„These are interesting,“ Kai said, looking at the statue of Aphrodite, goddess of love.

Cinder nodded and smiled, giving Kai a mischievous smile. „They say it's a good luck to kiss under this statue.“

Kai looked at her, his eyes shining, smile wide. „Do they?“

He leaned down to press a kiss on her lips. In an instant, Cinder wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss ended too quickly. Cinder led him to another statue.

„They say the same for this one.“

Kai doubted that, but kissed her again. She led him to another one.

„This one as well.“

They went on like that for entirety of path, kissing next to every statue. Cinder ended up pressed against the statue of Eros, her fingers dug into Kai's hair. His hands found its place under her hoodie as he deepened the kiss, pressing his body against hers.

„Gross, get a room!“ yelled a group of young teenage boys that walked few feet away from them, not aware of who they were speaking to.

They broke the kiss, but stayed glued to each other, their hoods hiding they identity.

Kai laughed and pressed his forehead to hers. „If only they knew.“

Cinder smiled and took his hand. „We should go back to the palace before anyone notices we're gone.“

They slowly made their way back to the palace, holding hands and stopping to kiss in a dark alley every so often.

Stars and Luna illuminated their way.

#kaider #linh cinder #kai #EMPEROR KAI #fanfiction #tlc #the lunar chronicles #otp #i tried #i don't know #just for fun #because i love them

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universallywriting · 5 years ago

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Drive Home

Steven's breath puffed in the air as he came to sit beside her, feet crunching in the frost and pine needles. He was glad they'd planned it the way they did, just cold enough so the Rocky Mountains were dusted with snow. Specks of brown and green covered the mounds that swallowed up the horizon, towering and beautiful, almost touchably close and endlessly far at the same time. Pine trees circled close around them, boulders jutting up from the earth, and he came to sit down on one beside Connie with a smile.

It was odd up in the mountains. Occasionally hikers would pass them by, or a family of tourists, but off the more well-worn trails that was rare. It was still odd for Steven, who so rarely traveled, to see so many people pass him by that he didn’t know the names of. So often he felt like he should see Buck’s familiar deadpan face, or hear Jenny’s laugh from one of the people that passed him by.

But the only familiar face was Connie’s. The thermos of tea he had brought her was hot in the metal flask. When they drove lower, he would switch back to her favorite black teas, carefully measured with swirls of honey and just the right kind of milk to make her smile. But high up in the mountains, the water didn’t boil hot enough.

Just thinking of her face the first morning she’d tried to make them both tea at 10,000 feet was enough to make him smile. The weak brew had made her nose wrinkle up in confusion, baffled at her perfectly measured cup failing, before she burst into giggles and explained the correlation between how water boiled and the altitude.

She was so brilliant. He handed it to her, enjoying the feel of being stupidly in love and out in the world alone with her before murmuring, “How do you feel?”

"Small. But in a good way. You?" She took a deep breath of mountain air, looking over the landscape. He wondered if she felt the same as him, or if we-moved-a-lot Connie never felt that same warm loneliness.

"Same." He smiled and looked back out. Questions about wanting to see familiar faces could be saved for the road home when they were barefoot and bored. “Wish I had come to places like this more often. Oceans are beautiful but... Nothing makes you feel more like a speck than a mountain. It's comforting."

"Just another little person, running across a big marble." She nudged him softly with her free hand. "Gets a little too much when you really see the marble though. I think going out in space can make Earth feel a little too small."

Steven nodded. "Yeah. This is a good middle ground. Earth feels big. I feel small. I like it this way.”

“Why don’t we stay?” Connie asked lightly. “Drive around forever.”

“I could be happy getting lost in these woods,” he agreed, but there was no weight to it. There was no weight to her words either. They swept away in the breeze, tumbling down stone and needles and babbling brooks to the world beneath.

"Me too." Her fingers wrapped tight around the sketchbook in her lap, the cover digging into her skin just at the brink of hurting. "I'm, um... I'm done with it, by the way. With my portfolio. I’ll submit it in the morning."

"That's great!" Steven said, throwing his arm around her shoulders with an eager squeeze. His lips found her temple in a reassuring kiss, seeing the nerves in the stiff lines of her body. "I'm so proud of you. Did the landscapes turn out the way you wanted?"

She opened her sketchbook and Steven eagerly looked over her shoulder, never tiring of the contents. It started with the temple. The morning they left Steven had found her on the beach, wrapped up in a hoodie in the early dawn chill, sketching his home and occasionally sipping at a coffee that had gone cold, and though she had insisted it wasn’t important, he had happily delayed their start until she finished.

Connie flipped to fields of grain. Traveling the midwest had been much less exciting than he expected. Keystone had rolled by and their eyes had glazed over as everything seemed to be the same three trees and two rocks. They had burst into Buckeye and passed through Kansas and had mumbled incoherently about corn while the radio tried to keep them alive and driving. That night they had stared at Connie’s grain drawing with a ghostly horror, neither of them remembering when she had drawn the stuff.

She moved past a drawing of rolling grassy hills. In Nebraska, he had floated to the top of the RV with her. While she drew, he had read about the Great Plains on his phone. They had taken a moment, in warm breeze and isolation, to let tears hit their eyes and cries choke their lungs as they read about what happened to buffalo who had roamed there once. They had whispered about colonies of all kinds, and there was no one around to reassure them, so they took the time to mourn things that might have been.

They had done the same in sand dunes, or close to it. The sketch she passed held more memory than a picture, the grays of her pencil capturing more than just the desert, but him breaking down over Kindergartens sucking life from the earth. Another sketch just after, with a lovely pink flower blossoming on top of a cactus, and he could hear her voice reassuring, “Nothing’s as lifeless as you’d think.”

Connie paused on his favorite, the polar bear she had sketched from the San Diego Zoo. They had spent such a long day there, but when they got to the polar bears she had stopped and gushed about them. The Spirit Morph saga had inspired her to do research, and she rambled facts. Polar bears had terrible success rates, with only two percent of their hunts being successful, did he know?

He really liked that idea. The largest bear of all, living in such a harsh environment, failed almost all the time. It fumbled and watched as victory slipped away, but it came back to try another day. It survived.

She finished on a sweeping mountain landscape, not too different from the one they sat in now. Connie set her phone next to it, a copy of her finished project next to the rougher draft. "That's the last one," she said quietly, pointing to the screen. "I think it turned out okay."

"It makes Earth look beautiful. I’d put it in a gem brochure," he reassured. “You chose a lot of amazing stuff.”

She bit her lower lip. “I hope so. I tried to choose what a school would think is best, not just the stuff I think is great. The stuff that shows skill, you know?

He kissed her cheek this time, saying, "Any school is going to be lucky to have you. You're amazing, Connie."

"I'm okay," she said, voice very practical about her own skills. Connie looked at him with a little laugh. "I don't know what's scarier - getting rejected or getting in. Mom was mad enough about the world US road trip gap year."

"She got over it! You know, after the meltdown." Steven said, wincing a little at the memory. He had sat behind her, trying to support her as quietly as possible while Priyanka and Connie growled and snapped at one another, each insisting on how the next year should be spent. And, at the end, the tearful apologies, the confessions of fear over the future… He had to admit that it was a relatable feeling, even if no one had fought with him.

"She'll get over this too. Come on. This is what you've always wanted. You're going to be an animator, Connie,” he said, and just saying the word made her eyes go a little wide with hope.

He remembered her earliest drawings with him, rougher but already so much nicer than his own. He remembered her working through how to draw anime books, silly cat-eared characters with huge eyes. Steven remembered her fumbling beyond that, hours of Tubetube tutorials, crying at the tablet he got her for her birthday, the countless gifts of fanart for his favorite shows. He remembered trembling hands the first time she showed him a comic, with characters he had never seen, because she had snatched them from the air the way he grabbed music.

Steven knew he was tearing up again like he did every time he told her, but he could never hold it back. “It’s what you live for, Connie. It’s what makes you happy. You're going to tell stories."

Connie breathed again, taking in pine and chill and rocks older than even the Crystal Gems by orders of magnitude. The world was big and wide and old, the universe even more so, and usually that made her problems feel small. But nothing could swallow up the fear and doubt today. She took his hand tight in her own.

"This has been amazing. Driving across the country, seeing all these different parts of the world, pitstops to warps so we can see everything Earth has to offer. Steven, I..." She looked up at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "These past ten months have been the best months of my life. Everyone said we were going to get sick of each other. Your dad gave us that speech about how it was okay to bail. Everyone thought we were going to mess this up but... I'd do this for another year if it wasn't for college."

He was careful not to jostle her phone or sketchbook from her lap as he lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips. "I loved this. I love you. No expectations. No scary future. No responsibilities. Just a big journey together.”

“I’m glad you loved it as much as I did,” she said with a smile.

“More than that. I needed it.” He laughed and shook his head. “Connie, I never could have asked for anything better than this. Everything at home was a mess. I’m so tired of all the work and responsibility and wondering what I’m going to do with my life. But this past year I just got to be with you and not be afraid."

"But now we have to go home," she whispered looking at the RV parked behind them. The place where they slept and ate. The place where they made stupid jokes and listened to terrible radio and podcasts. The place where they’d cried and kissed and worked through things they never thought they’d work through. But that was over now, and it loomed like a hearse. “We have to get in there and drive all the way back to Beach City. And then I... I have to wait to see if I get accepted.”

She laughed, cold and bitter, and took a hand to wipe at her eyes. He couldn’t see any tears falling, but Connie felt them stinging. “I’ve messed up on a lot of stuff, Steven. I know I seem smart, but most of it is from studying so hard. I’m not… special. I’m not talented. The odds are good they’re not gonna want me. And if they don't, I guess I'll go be a doctor or something. And, if they do, I..."

I’m screwed either way.

Steven shook his head hard. "You'll be an animator," he insisted. He took the thermos and set it aside, untouched, just so he could take both her hands in his. "You'll do exactly what you've been doing ever since I met you - telling stories. You'll finally get to be who you've always wanted to be."

She winced. "But my mom-"

"Who cares?" Steven said, barely holding back his temper. "We spent a year, just the two of us! You don’t need her to agree."

"Ten months," she corrected softly. "But, you're right. We did."

Steven didn’t like his temper. He didn’t like how angry he got. He didn’t like how easily he could drag Connie into it, drown her in it when they fused. He felt guilty about that. He worried about that a lot, that maybe his anger meant he wasn’t as good of a person as he liked to try to be. He loved Dr. and Mr. Maheswaran, didn’t he? His anger shouldn’t be so burning and flaring when all they wanted was for Connie to be safe.

But his feelings for her parents got tangled in his own, and when he started down that path he felt that little voice hissing that they should leave them alone, and that they could do things on their own, and for once they wanted to live their own lives and forge their own paths, and was it really so much to ask for unconditional support in that?

Steven took a steady breath to calm himself. "She should be in your life. The gems should be in my life. But nobody... Nobody gets to tell you what to do with it. It took me so long to figure that out. I didn't get that making other people happy and hurting yourself to meet their expectations aren't the same thing. I spent my whole life trying to be my mom. I didn't know what to do when I wasn't."

Connie nodded weakly. "I know."

He took her face in his hands, pressing her forehead to hers. "You're not your mom. You never have been. You don’t love rules and coloring inside the lines. You sneak candy into movies and find loopholes in the law and climb giant robots and... And you love books. And comics. And television. You love survival."

Steven flipped back to the polar bear, gently tapping the page. "You drew this because of the warrior bears in the Spirit Morph Saga, because those books meant everything to you, and you want to make something like that for other people. That’s who you are. You want to inspire people like people who have inspired you."

She closed her eyes, trying not to cry. “I know. But I’m… I don’t know if I…”

“I’ve seen you capture Pearl on a page, and I can see all her determination and all her fear at the same time,” he whispered. “I’ve seen you draw your dad as a superhero, with a goofy flashlight and a big smile, because that’s who he was when you were small. You… You drew me, Connie.”

His thumbs smoothed over her cheeks as he took a shuddering breath. “You drew me the way you love me. It was just me, sleepy in our RV, and I looked peaceful and happy and I was looking outside and… and I could feel the way I love our stupid little rock. I was human and not human and I loved it, Connie. You made me feel so much.”

“I know, Steven. I know you feel the things I make but…” She whimpered, the tears he hadn’t seen before finally rolling. “What if I'm not good enough? What if I reach for Kansas and burn out halfway there?"

Steven hugged her tight, and let her bury her face in his shoulder. They were all alone up there, softly rustling trees holing them up from the terrifying landscape ahead. But there were such beautiful things below, pressed into the pages of Connie’s sketchbook, and it was time to face them all.

“I’ll pick you up.” His face buried in her hair, thoughts of their families fresh in his mind, and there was only one thing to promise, "I'll drive you home. And we'll all love you anyway."

#jamweek #steven universe #connverse #connie maheswaran #su fanfic

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thewildwaffle · 5 years ago

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Abduction - Chapter 26

We’re getting close to the end here people! It’s officially been 2 years since I started writing this and I am so close I can almost taste it! It’s officially been 2 years since I first sat down to write this story. I never would have been able to do this without all the feedback and encouragement I’ve received from posting it. Thank you for the critiques, the ideas, the advice, and the reactions. It’s kept me going!

Also, thanks for being patient while I get this written and edited.

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Thurrin wanted to pay more attention to the conversation going on in the shuttle, but she had to stay focused. Human Vern was piloting, but she had been put in charge of navigation through the warp. No small task seeing as the Burnti Command fleet had been on the move. They had exited warp and were now following slowly, very far behind the Arum Bloom. Hopefully, Mike and Wenona were still aboard. Or at least, Thurrin thought, why wouldn’t they be?

“Oh my gosh, is that it? It’s freakin’ huge!” Kylee leaned forward, marveling at the screen. It was big. Even from this far away. There was no atmosphere or obstacle of any kind to block their view of the ship. If they continued at their current pace, it would take a few solar cycles to reach the Arum Bloom, even if it was at a stand-still. Thankfully, the distance coupled with their ship’s small size would keep them “under the radar” as the humans said.

Human Vern turned and pushed Kylee back out of his space to her chair. “How can you say that’s huge after having been on the Rock Base?”

“Okay, that’s on a completely different level. That’s like comparing a mouse to a bear. The bear is huge, but I can still look at a mouse and say, ‘wow, that’s a big mouse.’”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Thurrin felt she could take her eyes off her controls long enough to look back at Kylee. “I assume those are Earth creatures?”

“Yeah, they are. Bears are the largest land predators back home. Mice are small rodents that…” She paused. A slow smile spread across her face. “Well hey, I actually think you’d be really interested in mice, Thurrin.”

Thurrin glanced again at her instruments to make sure nothing had changed. “To be honest, I’d be really interested in anything about Earth. I think I’d like to visit someday.”

“Well hey, we get out of this alive, you’re more than welcome to come to crash it at my place if you’d like.”

“If we survive… yeah.” Thurrin’s tail drooped. The humans seemed pretty nonplussed at the idea of maybe dying. She herself knew it was a possible outcome. And on top of that, even if they did survive… “I might have to visit. Might not be welcome back on Bernor after… after we get done with this.”

“Hey, guys,” Human Vern interrupted, “we can make plans later, we’ve got movement.”

“They haven’t found us out, have they? I thought Booka Vern’s signal dampener was supposed to keep us hidden!”

Thurrin checked the readout of Booka Vern’s device. “It is! It is, it’s working, or it should be. I can’t exactly go outside and check!”

“What kind of weapons does this thing have?” Kylee stood up, ready for action.

Vern checked. “Uh, I think just a few small balinton blasters.”

“That’s it?!”

“This is a shuttle, not a battlecruiser!”

“Wait, hold on,” Demfar spoke up for the first time in a while, “I don’t think they’re coming after us, look!”

All eyes locked onto the small vessel in question. Sure enough, it was headed in their direction, but it didn’t seem to be coming straight at them. No one spoke, almost as if their silence would help keep them from being detected. It was some sort of small transporter. Or perhaps a mechanic’s hopper? What was it doing out here alone?

“We should hail it,” Vern whispered, already entering the commands to the computer to hail it.

“We should wha- are you completely out of your mind?!” Kylee whispered back.

Thurrin stared at the screen in front of her. Vern was searching for a compatible frequency that would an audio message without giving away their location. She looked out towards the oncoming ship. They were really booking it out of there. What were they doing all the way out here, so far away from their ship?

“They’re obviously not coming for us.” Vern selected a frequency and was preparing the ship’s communication commands. “I want to know what they’re doing out here.”

“Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat?’” Kylee hissed quietly.

Thurrin’s ears perked. She knew what a cat was. Mike had told her about them and Wenona had drawn a few pictures of them. She had to say, they did look a lot like Booka. She didn’t understand why Kylee was bringing them up now though. “Why would you kill a cat?”

“It’s just a figure of speech,” Kylee sighed, “Meaning being curious is going to risk us all getting found out and ruining the entire mission, Vern!”

She tried grabbing at Vern’s hands to stop him, but he pushed her arms away with one hand and continued entering the commands with the other.

“Look at it. Something’s up. We need to know what’s going on before we go in,” Vern’s hands were big, but the final command needed input from the console from two separate keys at once. Thurrin looked between the console, the ship headed towards them, and Vern. He was right. That ship had no business being this far from the main fleet. Something was going on, and it was best if they knew as much as they could before continuing with the mission.

Vern was struggling to reach the final key while still holding down the other. Before Kylee could stop her, Thurrin reached over and hit it. The communication programs were set and the frequency went out.

“You two are going to get us all killed,” Kylee huffed.

“We’ll be fine,” Vern sighed. “We’re still shielded. If they mean us any ill, we just stay hidden and continue on our way. Maybe even with a bit of insight as to what to expect here on out.”

Kylee grunted and sat back down, arms folded tightly across her chest. “Maybe next time we could vote on it before you go making stupid decisions.”

“Maybe next time.”

For a while, no one spoke. No one even moved. The ship got closer After what felt like a small eternity, a voice hesitantly peeped from the speakers.

“Uh, hello?” a wheezy voice broke the silence.

“What are you doing?” Hissed another voice quietly. It sounded like the speaker was standing away from the microphone. “We are running for our lives and you answer the weird signal?

“It’s not a Burnti signal,” the first voice said back. “You’re not Burnti, are you?” A pause. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Vern looked around at the group before answering, “Hello, yes we’re here. You probably can’t see us, we’re cloaked, but we’re from the Galacti-”

“Hello? Hey, sorry,” the first voice interrupted, “I can’t hear you very well, could you speak up?”

Looking down at the console, Thurrin found a tuning dial. She carefully moved it a notch and leaned into the mic. “Yes, sorry, we can hear you just fine. We’re honing the signal, it should be better now, but there may still be interference between our operating systems. Uh… can you hear me now?”

There was a bit of inarticulate grumbling noises from the speaker for a moment. “Yes, we can hear you. Did you say ‘we’? Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“We- well, we are from the Galactic Confederation.” Which was true, even if this little trip of theirs wasn’t sanctioned by the Galactic Confederation.

“By all things bright and shining! This is Mahben Glaykur of the ESS Sicatna. My companion and I were prisoners on the Burnti ship, Arum Bloom. There was a breakout or a glitch or something in the cell doors where we were being held in and we escaped and stole this hopper.”

Everyone on both ships let out a deep sigh which turned into relieved laughter.

“We can’t tell you how happy we are to hear you!” Mahben Glaykur continued, “Where are you? Are you the scouting party? Are there more ships coming?”

Thurrin looked over to Human Vern who stared back, his mouth straightened to form a straight line.

Thurrin paused. Her stomach tied itself in knots. The Burnti had prisoners besides the humans. How did she tell them that they weren’t here for them? How did you tell someone they’d been left behind? “There aren’t any other ships coming. It’s just us. For now. A, uh, covert mission of sorts.”

Behind her, Kylee made a short exhaling sound. “A very covert mission,” she mumbled under her breath.

There was a long silence from the other ship. They were almost close enough to see the markings on the side of the vessel. It was a small cargo ship, probably one that would carry specialized equipment and electronics. She wasn’t sure if it would have a warp drive aboard or not.

Once the silence was starting to become unbearable, Thurrin activated the comm device again. “Mahben Glaykur, how many escaped with you?” There was no response. “How many from the Galactic Confederation are still aboard the Arum Bloom?” She tried again.

The speakers clicked as if the other ship had activated their comms, but it took another quarter of a moortik before they heard the Mahben finally respond. “Unknown. I’m sorry, I… I know there are others. I don’t know if they made it out. It’s… it’s just the two of us here. There was a third, but he stayed behind to find his companions, the two humans.”

Thurrin’s tail twitched. Someone else was trying to save Mike and Wenona? Her brain tried to process what she’d heard.

“Mahben Glaykur, do you know who that was? Who was it that stayed?” Thurrin felt Demfar rest a tentacle on her shoulder. She looked up at his large eyes. As a medic, he was all too well aware of those who had been lost during the Battle of the Blockade. They both turned to look eagerly at the speaker for the answer.

“He was a sefra. Jebannuck Sefra. We tried to tell him it was a suicide mission, but he said he was pack-bonded with the humans. I’m sorry, we had to leave him, there wasn’t time. I wish we could have helped him, or found others to bring with us, but we barely made just ourselves.”

Thurrin wasn’t really listening anymore. She felt her fur ripple across her body. It felt both freezing cold and blazing hot at the same time. Her mind was about in the same state. She suddenly felt exhausted and hyperactive all at once. She wanted to cry and laugh. And she did. A bit of steam actually rose from the tears that fell into her fur.

Jebannuck was alive!

Demfar sighed deeply, which turned into a chuckle and grew to a full laugh. Squifra aren’t very loud creatures in pretty much anything they do, laughter being no exception, but the broken exhales and low clacking noises were the most Thurrin thought she’d ever heard one laugh before.

It would take a while to calm down - for either of them. And they still had a mission to do. Thurrin rose to her hind feet, having to balance herself for a moment before jumping down to let Kylee take her spot. They could figure out the specifics of their next step - getting aboard the Arum Bloom.

Where Jebannuck was. Where Mike was. Where Wenona was. All safe. All still alive!

Well, she paused, her giddy high dropped like a claw to the gut, she hoped they were all still alive. The humans might be safe for now, but he certainly wasn’t. Jebannuck should have just come with these two escapees. He should have. But she understood the reason why he didn’t. It was the same reason she was here now.

She took a moment to try to calm herself. She was here, and here was a dangerous situation. Jebannuck’s presence changed things, for good or bad - well that was easy, it was good. Oh, it was so good! It was more a matter of would this make things harder or easier?

Humans Vern and Kylee were trying to get as much information from Mahben Glaykur as they could. It turned out that the other escapee aboard the ship was a relegated Burnti officer who had insights that would help them immensely. Their little hopper of a ship didn’t have a warp drive, but it did have some hyperspeed capabilities. They could probably make it out of the system alright. They could make it to secured Confederation space within half a partec if they were careful and didn’t get caught first.

It was helping with that last part that pulled Thurrin back into full-on mission-mode. The escapees had made it pretty far from the Burnti command ship, but there would be other ships scrambled to intercept them if there hadn’t been already. Stopping to talk with Thurrin and crew certainly put a damper on the lead they had going. Their hyperdrive was still coming online. They wouldn’t be able to get to hyperspeed before the Burnti arrived.

Not unless some other small, mysterious ship just happened to disengage their signal dampener, and seemingly pop into existence to provide a distraction long enough for them to get away.

Thurrin’s tail twitched back and forth nervously. Their ship only had the balinton blasters. Not enough to fight off multiple enemy ships for long. But they wouldn’t be doing that. One, that would be death. Two, Human Vern and Kylee planned on getting captured. If they surrendered after what looked like a sufficient-enough struggle, they would be delivered right to the Arum Bloom.

Thurrin didn’t really like the plan. It was crazy. It was dangerous. All of this was. But it was the humans’ plan, and from the stories she’d heard and Thurrin’s own experience, those usually seemed to be the ones that got the best results. Thurrin looked around at her group. Demfar and the humans. She could think of no better group to help her get her friends back.

#abduction #aliens #humans #thurrin #humans are weird #space #original writing #writblr

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saelwen · 5 years ago

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Thranduil

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter2

Masterlist

Summary:After Daenerys death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost with out her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races.

Warnings: None

Words:1,667

Five years have pass since I had arrived on this strange land. The old man who call himself of Gandalf The Grey have teach me everything about the story of Middle-Earth, all the tales and race that exist in this world. In exchange of this knowledge, I told all my life to him, how my mother had set free all the slaves and had broken the wheel that roll over rich and poor but after all the wars and years of caring for her people, she was betrayed by her beloved.

Gandalf have given me permission to live in his little cabin in the woods, saying that he barely lived there and was always traveling. The cabin was small but it was perfect for me and Drogon, there was a large cave beside the house that was perfect for him to hide and sleep. There aren’t any houses or people around us and the nearest village, that was called The Shire, was an hour on horse from the cabin.

Finishing harvesting all the apples from the tree, I grab the basket and walk back inside the house, to prepare an apple pie. In all my life, I've never been so in peace. Since I start living here, I could have time for myself, do stuff that I couldn’t do because it wasn’t noble for a Princess. Gandalf teach me how to bake, to how to care of a garden, speak other languages of other races. He was like a father to me, always kind and patient with me. A chuckle left from my lips as I remember the first time that I took Gandalf flying on Drogon, saying that it was very different from the giant eagles.

I start cutting the apples, humming some song that mother always sang to me. All the sudden the front door open, making me jump a little. I look back and saw Gandalf enter the room with a tired face, he took his hat off, putting on the table “Gandalf! I thought that you weren’t coming home for a while.” I said a while a preparing some tea for him “Well...that was the plan but I have received a message from a very important person. I have to help the line of Durin reclaim they home land.” as he said that, my eyes shot to him. Gandalf have told me about the fall of Erebor, as the Smaug The Terrible had taken over the lonely mountain. He told me that Drogon was a bit bigger than Smaug, making Drogon the largest dragon in all Middle-Earth.

I pour some tea on a cup and take to the table, putting in front of him “You want me to come with you, am I right?” I said with a sigh. He took a sip of tea “Yes...i know that you are tired of wars and death but with your and Drogon help, you can face Smaug.” he said quickly, giving me a pleading look “Look, Gandalf. You are right about me being tired but I would help the dwarfs reclaim they home because I know what feels like begin take away from your home....but you are asking me something that I never could do, putting Drogon in dangerous! He isn’t like Smaug....he is the only family I've got left...” I walk to the window, watching Drogon basking on rock in the middle of the garden. I feel Gandalf put his hand on my shoulder “I know Daenys...but sometimes you have to take chance.” I nod but said nothing. He sighs and walk to the table, grabbing his hat “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” with that he leaves the house.

I groan and rub the tip of my fingers on my eyes. I know he’s right but for everything I've been through, it’s hard to put in dangerous the only thing that reminds me of my home...of my mother. I went to the table, grabbing his cup but as I pick it up, a small paper grabs my attention. I pick it up and read what was in it ‘Go to the Shire. There you will find a house with this symbol. We will be waiting for you.’ I shake my head and threw the paper to the table.

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The rest of the day I spend on baking apple pie, reading but the thought of going to the Shire never left my mind. Maybe I should go, help them reclaim they home land but if they know about Drogon they will kill me or something else. I know Thorin will not be happy.Ahhh....What Gandalf was thinking? I walk outside, a smile form on my face when I see Drogon purring when he saw me walking towards him “Hey big guy! How you doing?” I pet his snout. I look to the sky, seeing the sun start hiding on the horizon “Gandalf wish that me and you go help the dwarfs reclaim Erebor...” I said to him. Drogon pushes his snout into my middle, like he was accepting to what Gandalf said, I giggle a little rubbing my hand on his warm scales “Yeah...Maybe it’s better we go help them...It was mother would do...but before that, let’s go for a ride!” I climb to his back, sitting comfortably. I lean down and grab his spikes “Valand” with that word, he jumps in the air, flapping his huge wings, making the trees shake with the strong wind that he made.

We been flying around for an hour, in the skies I feel free. Feeling the cold wind hitting my face, my silver hair flowing behind me. A memory comes to me, the time that me and mother went fly around Dragonstone, she was riding Drogon and I was on Rhaegal. A wave of rage runs through me when I remember his death, I was on the ship because he was injured on his wing, so I let him fly alone. Worst decision I ever made, if I was with him, he wasn’t killed on the air, slaughtered by Euron Greyjoy.

I shake my head, trying to think about other thing. I led Drogon back to the cabin, landing behind the house. I climb down from him and walk inside the house, to pack my thing for the journey.

After everything was pack, I went to my wardrobe and took out my outfit for the trip. It was like one of my mother riding clothes, it was like a dress but open in the middle that let me have more movement a while riding or fighting, it was all in black leather and the shoulders was shaped like it was like dragon scales, with a black cape that fall behind me. I style my hair with some Dothraki braids, looking to the mirror in front of me, I feel a tear escape from my eye. I look just like her, my hand moves to the necklace around my neck. It was a dragon tooth with a golden chain around to secure it, she gave it to me on my ninth birthday, saying that it was from my grandmother.

Taking a deep breath, I walk to a small table that was in my room. I grab my daggers, putting them behind my back. Next, I grab my sword, who name was Hellfire, and secure her on my waist. Grabbing my bag, I walk outside where my horse was waiting for me. He was a huge black mare, made for battle. His name was Onyx. I put my bag on his saddle and mount him, looking to Drogon “Fly quietly. Stay always near me but don’t let anyone see you, okay?” he nods and fly away, high in the sky. I look forward and order Onyx to start trotting, in the direction of the Shire.

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Stopping Onyx in front of a little cute Hobbit house, I dismount him and walk to the door. Looking down, I notice the symbol that was in the paper that Gandalf gave me. Voices sounded inside, cheers and singing come out from the house. I see that the dwarfs have arrive already, knocking loudly at the door, I stay there for a while. Suddenly the door open and a small Hobbit, who grumbles something under his breath about how dwarfs are barbarians “Hello! How may I help you?” he asks politely, I smile “I am here to see Gandalf. Is he here?” he low his head and sighs “Yes...come on in.” I thank him and walk inside. The first thing I notice is how the house was full of dwarfs, all gathered around the fireplace. They look at me with wide eyes “Daenys! I’m glad you could made it.” Gandalf says a while giving me a warm hug “Of course I would.” I smile to him. Suddenly a dwarf walks to us, I look down and saw that it was Thorin Oakenshield “Who is this, Gandalf? An Elf?!” he asks with a stern voice, Gandalf sighs “This a friend of mine, Daenys Targaryen. She will help you with your mission. And no, she is not an elf.” I smile and bow to him “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Thorin Oakenshield.” I say politely, he nods but stay with a frown on is face “Is she trusty?” he asks to Gandalf, who nods to him “Good! We will part at dawn.” with that he goes back to his seat. Gandalf leans down to my ear “Is he near?” he whispers to me, I nod “Yes. Why do you need a Hobbit?” I ask confused, he chuckles “Well...i need a burglar.” I smile and shake my head.

Well, this is going to be a long Journey. I hope that everyone is going to be ok.

Hey Guys!! Here Chapter 2 of The Last Dragon. I’m so happy about this series and hope you like it as much I do. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

XOXO

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montdiarts · 5 years ago

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HPHM Character Profile

Thanks for tagging me @persephone-chen @phyl-the-gryffinclaw ❤💕

-General Information:

Name: Uriel Nightclaw

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Nickname:

White dragon

Cursed child

Lady Uriel

Curse breaker

Dragon warrior

Uri

Pip

Nightclaw

Monster

Date of birth : 11th November 1972

Astrological/ Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Ethnicity: British

Nationality: British

Species: Witch, Animagi, Obscurial,legilimens

Blood Type: AB

Blood-Status: Pureblood

-Appearance:

Height: 6'1" (by the end of year 7 she is 6'3" tall)

Weight: 60 kg 90kg (this sounds more realistic)

Complexion (skin tone/ conditions): fair skin with many scars on her back and arms. She has two big ones on her abdomen

Hair Color/ Style: white and short with an undercut

Eye Color: Aqua blue with a shade of royal blue

-Familie:

Xavier Nightclaw

He is the current head of the Nightclaw family and Max, Jacob and Uriels father. Xavier is a man of few words and very serious. But he cares for his children and wife deeply. Like every Nightclaw he, too, is very loyal and Fearless and has inhuman strength. Xavier is a honest man, who takes responsibility for his actions and decisions. But he is unable to empathize with others beside his family, which could make him come over as rude and callous.

Xavier is someone, who takes traditions and rules seriously. He is proud about their history of knighthood. He was the one, who gave Uriel dragon blood to save her from a serious illness, when she was an infant. But in the process he turned her into the next dragon warrior, without knowing it. He only found it out when her hair turned white the moment she took the blood.

He taught Uriel how to wield a sword and is always the one who believes in Uriel and supports her in everything she does. Because he knows that his daughter would do the right thing.

As a wizard, he is considered as extremely strong and powerful. Xavier has a keen eye and has great analytical skills. In term of intelligence he isn't lacking either. But his look makes him appear to others as scary and constantly angry, which isn't the case.

Side fact: He's actually very affectionate and clingy. Also he has a habit of spending money on his children. Therefore, his wife is managing the money. Xavier is a legilimens.

Job: Auror/ department of mysteries

Age: 49 (born 1939)

Gender: Male

Height: 6'5"

Ethnicity: British

Nationality: British

Bloodstatus: Pureblood

House: Hogwarts / Gryffindor

Patronus: Dun Stallion

("The dun stallion Patronus relates to a serious, responsible, down-to-earth person. It symbolizes stability, structure, and support. The strength of this Patronus rests in the sense of belonging and is therefore more powerful when used in defense of loved ones than in personal defense.")

Wand wood: Acacia

Wand Core: Thunderbird tail Feather

Briar Nightclaw (née Moonfall)

She is the wife of Xavier and mother of Max, Jacob and Uriel. In terms of personality she is the complete opposite of Xavier. Briar is more outgoing and sociable than her husband. She is an understanding person and doesn't shy away in showing her love to her family. This trait is seen by outsiders sometimes as intrusive but Xavier and Uriel are thankful for her bubbly personality because they both aren't very expressive. Her body is fragile and weak, but she has great magical power, so as a witch she is considered strong. The Moonfall family is known for their eternal beauty (Briar is nearly 50 but looks like she is in her late 20s) and their ability to cast non verbal spells without effort. That's why this particular family only use Alder wood for their wands. Briar is always overprotective of Uriel, eventhough she knows that her daughter is extremely strong. She puts family over everything else and she will protect them with her live.

Side fact: She is a fan of Gilderoy Lockhart and friends with Newt Scammender's son. She's also a fencing master.

Job: Housewife

Age: 49 (born 1939)

Height: 5'7"

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: British

Nationality: British

Bloodstatus: Pureblood

House: Hogwarts/ Ravenclaw

Patronus: Black swan

("Thought to have been rarer than a unicorn when first discovered, black swans represent loyalty, monogamous love, and caring for loved ones. They may have a wild youth but remain monogamous later in life. Black swans represent the healing power of love and romance. Have you ever been on the receiving end of a protective mother swan? Dementors will be chased away by a whirling dervish!")

Wand wood: Alder

Wand Core: White river monster spine

Max Nightclaw

He is the oldest son and the brother of Jacob and Uriel. Max attended Hogwarts at the same time with James Potter and his best friend Severus Snape. Like every Nightclaw, he has the ability to cast powerful spells without effort and has inhuman strength. He also inherited his mother's ability to cast non verbal spells without practicing. He is the only one of the three siblings, that inherited the chartreuse green eyes of their father and the bubbly personality of their mother. That makes him the most expressive one out of the trio. Like it's common for fist borns he is good at leading others and takes responsibility, especially for his siblings. Like his mother he's very emotional and wants to help everyone. He cries easily and eventhough he looks like he knows everything about love, max never had a relationship before, because he always put his whole attention towards his family. Especially after Uriel became an obscurial and Jacob vanished. Even now he travels a lot in hope of finding some information about Jacob and to find a cure for Uriel. As cool headed as Max can be in a difficult situation, if someone insults his siblings or his friend, he will see red in front of his eyes and go ravage without blinking twice. No matter how good of a person he is, Max can't deny that he's also manipulative and has a slight inferior complex, always trying becoming first at everything.

Side fact: He was the chaser of the slytherin team and led a strong rivalry with the fellow chaser of the opposite team, James Potter. Like his mother his wearing his claw like an earring. Max is bisexual.

Job: Professional Photographer

Age: 28 (born 1960)

Height: 6'4"

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: British

Nationality: British

Bloodstatus: Pureblood

House: Hogwarts / Slytherin

Patronus: Dolphin

("Intelligence and sociability are among the main attributes of the dolphin. Also known for their playfulness and loyalty, dolphins live and work together in groups to aid the sick and injured and to defend each other from predators. Its incredible intelligence is put to good use in the form of solving complex problems and other such challenges. The dolphin does not enjoy dull, routine activities, so keeping busy with interesting tasks is a must!")

Wand wood: Rowan

Wand Core: Thunderbird tail Feather

(For @persephone-chen 🌼

What he smells like to others:

-Sea breeze, Lemon, Pepper mint)

Jacob Nightclaw

He's the 2nd child of the family and the one that disappeared at the end of his last year at Hogwarts. He's your typical tsundere boy. Cold to everyone at first, but as soon as he warms up to you he'll become all lovely and affectionate. When someone compliments him, he starts to blush and his confidence would shoot up. Jacob has a huge interest in fashion and flowers. He would always style up his clothes and add something self made. Compared to his siblings he didn't inherit the strength of a Nightclaw but instead he got his mother's great magical power. He's also a legilimens like his father. Out of the three he's the most intelligent one and the smallest. Well, with his 5'11" he isn't exactly small but if you look at Max, who is 6'4" tall and Uriel, who is 6'1" and is still growing, Jacob would be considered as small. He is kind and caring to animals and plants. Jacob was one of professors flitwick's most gifted students, which shows how clever and talented he is. Jacob was a quiet person, who would hide in the library to read the whole day. But he was considered as a troublemaker because he was researching the cursed vaults.

He's very caring towards Uriel. Jacob is always dotting on her because she is his only sister. In comparison to their relationship, he would always bicker with Max. But it's not like he hates him. Actually he looks up to him like a little brother would do. But with Jacob's personality he would rather die than admit it. In general Jacob has a good relationship with his whole family but he hates the relatives who wants to use Uriel to gain power and those who are out to kill her because they see her as a future danger.

Like his whole family he is also a strong wizard with massive amounts of magical power.

Side fact: He has a tendency to click his tongue when he's irritated. Jacob is gay and he's favourite book is 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them'.

Job: Florist (after Uriel has found him)

Age: 24 (born 1964)

Height: 5'11"

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: British

Nationality: British

Bloodstatus: Pureblood

House: Hogwarts / Ravenclaw

Patronus: Thestral

("Thestrals get a bad reputation as unlucky omens, probably due to their spooky appearance and association with death. The reality is that these intriguing creatures, which are only visible to people who have witnessed death and accepted its significance, are gentle and kind. Thestrals can fly at incredibly fast speeds and have a keen sense of direction. If the herd that lives in the Forbidden Forest is any indication, Thestrals can be extremely loyal to their human friends and will fiercely attack their enemies. This makes the Thestral an intimidating and powerful Patronus.")

Wand wood: Chestnut

Wand core: Phoenix Feather

-Nightclaw Family History :

The Nightclaw family, formerly Whiteclaw, is a prestigious and powerful family with an outstanding history record, which dates back to the 9th century. They are a noble family and one of the largest, oldest and wealthiest pure blooded wizarding families in Britain. Every Nightclaw served the wizardry world as knights and later as Aurors. Many wizarding families in Britain are distantly related to the Nightclaw family.

They are best known for their inhuman strength and their powerful spells. The Nightclaws were commonly described as having "the look of a warrior and the fierce eyes of an animal" and a strong, fearful presence that made everyone tremble in fear.

The traditional look for the majority of the Nightclaw family is dark hair and brightly colored eyes, though there were some exceptions: Taranis Nightclaw and his two sons, Gareth and Cáel, had blond hair. Also Ulric Xalvador Whiteclaw had white hair, because of the dragon blood he took. Which is also the reason why Uriel Nightclaw has white hair. Despite these differences, each and every member of the Nightclaw family were still noted to be a beauty in their own right, being of tall and muscular stature, with attractive features. It's common for a Nightclaw to be taller than 6'0" and have one or more piercings. Every member wears a claw on their body, be it as an earring or a necklace, to show their affiliation towards the family. The Nightclaw family, as with many other pure blood wizarding families like the Malfoys, the Blacks and the Potter family, is considered to be very wealthy. Despite this, they never acted highly or arrogant. They were and are still very modest about their status and don't like to brag or show off. Such behavior was considered to be impolite and indecent.

The Nightclaws were a rather open minded family, who valued equality and fought against discrimination. One of the reasons why they never forcefully employ house elves. They let them decide if they want to stay with them or not and that as a free house elf. This is why many creatures and servants are really devoted and loyal towards this family, because they repay them with kindness and respect.

(Of course there were some exceptions *cough* Uriel's grandparents *cough*)

There were times when they went against the king's order because of their good natured beliefs, but they were strong allies of the land so they were forgiven. One of the most known facts about the Nightclaw family is that they only mate once. The reason is unknown but every Nightclaw, be it male or female, only falls in love once. If they found a partner they will stay with them until death part them away, but even after their partner died they won't search for another lover. This also applies to the spouse of every Nightclaw. They say that there's no better lover than a Nightclaw and therefore they don't want to marry again. Thus they stay with the family. Nightclaws are known for their loyalty towards people, who earned their trust but also about their nonchalant killing of enemies. They're respected by many people but also feared and are called something like 'those born to kill' or 'the death reapers '. There was a time, when some Nightclaw members turned over to the dark side and followed Grindelwald. Eventhough it was only a small amount of people, their reputation nevertheless fell.

Some tried afterwards to restore their reputation by using Uriel Nightclaw, who is the descendant of Sir Ulric Xalvador Whiteclaw and the next Dragon warrior. Like Ulric she can control and understand the dragons and she can emit fire from her body. Because of this she was chosen as the next heiress, eventhough her brother Max should have become the next heir, if it went according birth order.

The female line had become extinct compared to the male line. For unknown reasons, it happens really rarely that a girl is born in this family. Even Uriel is the first born female member after 10 decades.

Affiliation(s)/ Organization(s):

Hogwarts school

Frog choir

Nightclaw family

Ravenclaw house

Chen family

Ministry of magic

Knighthood

Occupation(s): Cafe shop owner/ Auror (special member of the ministry of magic. She would help them from time to time, if they need her help. Also as the heiress of the Nightclaw family she has to attend meetings and discussions or go to trials as a representative. )

-Magical Characteristics:

Form of Boggart:

Voldemort (until 3rd year)

Her grandparents (until 4th year)

Dead tonks and fred blaming her for arriving late to the battle and for their death

Form of Riddikulus:

Voldemort--- clown ver. of him

Her grandparents--- she couldn't perform a successful Riddikulus on them, because she feared them too much

Tonks and Fred--- the two laughing and behaving like their usual mischievous self

Form of Patronus: dragon

("One of the most powerful and formidable creatures of the magical world, dragons are ambitious and dominant. With the ability to breathe fire, they quickly assert themselves, garnering both fear and respect from those around them. They are unafraid to take risks and prefer to live by their own set of rules. They are quick to lead and do not back down from a challenge. Dragons are strong in their convictions and will stand for what they believe is right. Those with a dragon for a Patronus are sure to be fierce fighters, and the Dementors better be ready for a challenge!")

What do they see in the mirror of Erised?:

Herself with her natural red hair and her family being happy. Deep down she thinks her life would have been better if she had not been the dragon warrior. But in year 5 she accepts herself and she moves on. After her coronation Ulric's soul vanished completely from Uriel's body and she wasn't able to see him anymore. When she looked at the mirror of erised for a last time before leaving Hogwarts, she saw Ulric standing in front of her and she understood that she longs to see him. Which isn't possible anymore.

Animagus: white tigress

Wand(s):

1st wand

-Wood: Blackthorn

-Core: Unicorn tail hair

-Length: 11"

-Flexibility: unbending and stiff

2nd wand

-Wood: Laurel

-Core: Phoenix Feather

-Length: 12"

-Flexibility: hard and solid

3rd Wand

-Wood: Elder

-Core: Phoenix Feather

-Length: 16"

-Flexibility: pliant and unbending

Amortentia:

•What She smells like to others:

- Vetiver

- Coffee

-Jasmine

•What She smell:

- Penny Haywood

- fresh Herbs

- Rose oil

-Hogwarts Information:

Worst class(es): Potion, History of magic

Best class(es): Charms, DADA, Flying

Least favorite teacher(s): Rakepick

Most favorite teacher(s): Flitwick, Snape, Mcgonagall

Quidditch: Seeker (in year 4 as a substitute and since year 5 she is the official Seeker of the Ravenclaw team)

Favorite spell(s): Avis, Expecto Patronum

Trivia (random facts about them, future job, face claim, theme song, etc.):

Uriel

Uriel is the first recorded heiress and female knight in the whole history of Nightclaws

Due to her vast amount of magical power she can cast spells without her wand, which is said to be quite difficult

Uriel can also cast non verbal spells, like her mother and Max

She is a legilimens like her father but she is not so good like Jacob

Uriel was weak and sickly as an infant. Her father gave her the dragon blood to save her otherwise she would have died

Her natural hair color is red but due to the dragon's blood it turned white. The same thing happened to Ulric. His hair is actually black. This explains why Dwyn has black hair and not white.

Uriel was abused by her grandparents, when she refused to use her magic and listen to them

She turned into an Obscurial when she was 7. Thanks to Ulric, who suppressed the obscurus in her, she didn't die at the age of 12. Uriel was officially healed, when she turned 18 years old.

Uriel is Demisexual

She has skillful hands

She's seen by others as a monster and is called like that

"The inhuman strength of the Nightclaws and the sheer magical power of the Moonfalls. It's like they created a monster in form of a girl." - Patricia Rakepick to Dumbledore

She's a fighting prodigy

Uriel once participated in a fencing lesson and won against everyone there. Even the teachers, who earned many gold medals, lost to her. Her mother was told that she learned all forms and moves just from watching her peers once.

Something similar happened when Xavier taught Uriel how to handle a sword and some family movements passed down from each generation. During a sword fight Uriel used some moves, that Xavier had still not taught her. It was like she had already fought before. Which wasn't the case. For some reasons, her body remembered these movements and her body naturally followed them.

" It's as if the skills of all her predecessors and their knowledge are flowing through her veins and integrated into her body. " - Xavier Nightclaw

There were many foiled assassination attempts on Uriel

As of 1991 Uriel is officially the Dragon warrior and heiress of the Nightclaw family. She's also declared as one of the strongest beings alive

It is only half true that Uriel is human. After taking the dragon's blood, she got some dragon traits that appeared over time, such as her slitted pupils, fang teeth or her highly resistant skin.

Uriel has PTSD

She has Hypersomnia

Uriel had Hallucinations of her grandparents until the end of year 4

Uriel can see Thestrals. She saw how an old man, she was friends with, got killed by death eaters

Uriel made a blood pact with Chen Jing

Her dragon is the same as Ulric's, Dragoon

Nightclaw family

The wand of every Nightclaw is so altered that it can transform into their swords, to make battles easier for them

The Nightclaw family was founded by putting the surnames of Ulric and Eleanor together.

There's a high possibility that the Moonfall family is related to the Nightmoon family

Every dead Nightclaw either died of a natural death, a curse or while they protected their family

915: Arciel Xavier Whiteclaw was beheaded by the enemy because he refused to reveal to them the whereabouts of his brother Ulric

930: Ulric Xalvador Whiteclaw died of a curse he got instead of his son

946: there was an assassination attempt on the 2 year old Emrys Nightclaw, which was foiled by Esmé Nightclaw, who protected his nephew with his body

1819: Bellona Nightclaw (one badass queen) chose death over betrayal and died by the hand of the White Order. She also refused to reveal to them where the family tower lies, that holds secrets and treasures

She was also the last born female Nightclaw before Uriel

Jacob is the smallest male Nightclaw with his 5'11"

Every Nightclaw mansion have some kind of creatures or animals. Uriel's family has two gigantic lions, that can speak

The house elves of the Nightclaws serve the family out of their free will

The official flower of the Nightclaw family is a blue Rose (It was the favorite flower of Arciel)

And their official color is dark blue. This could be due to their excessive use of this color in their clothes.

Dragoon should have died when Ulric was dead but because his soul was bound to this world due to the curse, Dragoon stayed alive. He fell into a deep slumber until Uriel was born.

He is more than 1000 years old

Finally done🌼 there are actually more facts but this is enough for now

I will tag @kas-voton @zuulosdovah @jadeowl19 and everyone who wants to do it 💁🏼‍♀️

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tlatollotl · 6 years ago

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Of all the places to discover a lost city, this pleasing little community seems an unlikely candidate.

There are no vine-covered temples or impenetrable jungles here — just an old-fashioned downtown, a drug store that serves up root beer floats and rambling houses along shady brick lanes.

Yet there’s always been something — something just below the surface.

Locals have long scoured fields and river banks for arrowheads and bits of pottery, amassing huge collections. Then there were those murky tales of a sprawling city on the Great Plains and a chief who drank from a goblet of gold.

A few years ago, Donald Blakeslee, an anthropologist and archaeology professor at Wichita State University, began piecing things together. And what he’s found has spurred a rethinking of traditional views on the early settlement of the Midwest, while potentially filling a major gap in American history.

Using freshly translated documents written by the Spanish conquistadors more than 400 years ago and an array of high-tech equipment, Blakeslee located what he believes to be the lost city of Etzanoa, home to perhaps 20,000 people between 1450 and 1700.

They lived in thatched, beehive-shaped houses that ran for at least five miles along the bluffs and banks of the Walnut and Arkansas rivers. Blakeslee says the site is the second-largest ancient settlement in the country after Cahokia in Illinois.

On a recent morning, Blakeslee supervised a group of Wichita State students excavating a series of rectangular pits in a local field.

Jeremiah Perkins, 21, brushed dirt from a half-buried black pot.

Others sifted soil over screened boxes, revealing arrowheads, pottery and stone scrapers used to thin buffalo hides.

Blakeslee, 75, became intrigued by Etzanoa after scholars at UC Berkeley retranslated in 2013 the often muddled Spanish accounts of their forays into what is now Kansas. The new versions were more cogent, precise and vivid.

“I thought, ‘Wow, their eyewitness descriptions are so clear it’s like you were there.’ I wanted to see if the archaeology fit their descriptions,” he said. “Every single detail matched this place.”

Kacie Larsen of Wichita State University shakes dirt through a screened box to see what artifacts may emerge. David Kelly / For The Times

Conquistadors are often associated with Mexico, but a thirst for gold drove them into the Midwest as well.

Francisco Vazquez de Coronado came to central Kansas in 1541 chasing stories of a fabulously wealthy nobleman who napped beneath trees festooned with tinkling gold bells. He found no gold, but he did find Native Americans in a collection of settlements he dubbed Quivira.

In 1601, Juan de Oñate led about 70 conquistadors from the Spanish colony of New Mexico into south-central Kansas in search of Quivira in the hopes of finding gold, winning converts for the Catholic Church and extracting tribute for the crown.

According to Spanish records, they ran into a tribe called the Escanxaques, who told of a large city nearby where a Spaniard was allegedly imprisoned. The locals called it Etzanoa.

As the Spaniards drew near, they spied numerous grass houses along the bluffs. A delegation of Etzanoans bearing round corn cakes met them on the river bank. They were described as a sturdy people with gentle dispositions and stripes tattooed from their eyes to their ears. It was a friendly encounter until the conquistadors decided to take hostages. That prompted the entire city to flee.

Oñate’s men wandered the empty settlement for two or three days, counting 2,000 houses that held eight to 10 people each. Gardens of pumpkins, corn and sunflowers lay between the homes.

The Spaniards could see more houses in the distance, but they feared an Etzanoan attack and turned back.

That’s when they were ambushed by 1,500 Escanxaques. The conquistadors battled them with guns and cannons before finally withdrawing back to New Mexico, never to return.

This bluff overlooks the spot where many believe Spanish conquistador Juan de Oñate met a delegation of Etzanoans. David Kelly / For The Times

French explorers arrived a century later but found nothing. Disease likely wiped out Etzanoa, leaving it to recede into legend.

Blakeslee enlisted the help of the National Park Service, which used a magnetometer to detect variations in the earth’s magnetic field and find features around town that looked like homes, storage pits and places where fires were started.

Then, relying on descriptions from the conquistadors, he discovered what he believes was the battle site in an upscale neighborhood of Arkansas City.

Volunteers using metal detectors found three half-inch iron balls under the field. Blakeslee said they were 17th century Spanish cartridge shot fired from a cannon. A Spanish horseshoe nail was also found.

It all lent credibility to the detailed accounts left by the conquistadors.

The battlefield sits in Warren “Hap” McLeod’s backyard.

“It’s a great story,” he said. “There was a lost city right under our noses.”

McLeod, 71, offered a quick tour of the area.

He started at Camp Quaker Haven overlooking the spot where Oñate would have encountered the Etzanoans. McLeod then drove up to the country club, the highest point in the city of roughly 12,500 people.

“Lots of artifacts have been taken from here,” McLeod said.

In 1994, thousands of relics were unearthed during road construction. In 1959, the renowned archaeologist Waldo Wedel wrote in his classic book, “An Introduction to Kansas Archeology,” that the valley floor and bluffs here “were littered with sherds, flints, and other detritus” that went on for miles.

“Now we know why,” McLeod said. “There were 20,000 people living here for over 200 years.”

Local rancher Jason Smith, 47, said he had seen collections “that would blow your mind.”

“Truckloads of stuff,” he said. “Worked stone tools, flints. One guy had 100 boxes at his house.”

Russell Bishop, 66, worked at the country club as a kid.

“My boss had an entire basement full of pottery and all kinds of artifacts,” he recalled. “We’d be out there working and he would recognize a black spot on the ground as an ancient campfire site.”

Bishop, who now lives outside Denver, has coffee cans full of arrowheads. He spread some on his counter.

“I don’t think anyone knew how big this all was,” he said. “I’m glad they’re finally getting to the bottom of it.”

Kansas State Archaeologist Robert Hoard said that based on the Spanish accounts and the evidence of a large settlement, it’s “plausible” that Blakeslee has found Etzanoa.

Still, he would like more evidence.

The early Great Plains had long been imagined as a vast empty space populated by nomadic tribes following buffalo herds. But if Blakeslee is right, at least some of the tribes were urban. They built large towns, raised crops, made fine pottery, processed bison on a massive scale and led a settled existence. There were trade connections all the way to the Aztec capital Tenochtitlan in Mexico.

"So this was not some remote place. The people traded and lived in huge communities," Blakeslee said. "Everything we thought we knew turns out to be wrong. I think this needs a place in every schoolbook."

And that may just be the beginning. Blakeslee has found archaeological evidence in Rice and McPherson counties for other large settlements extending for miles, which he believes existed around the same time as Etzanoa.

He has published his findings in the peer-reviewed journal Plains Anthropologist, and next spring he will present his evidence for Etzanoa at the annual meeting of the Society for American Archaeology. A bigger excavation is planned for next summer.

The Wichita Nation, based three hours south in Anadarko, Okla., is watching all of this carefully. Experts believe the Etzanoans were their ancestors.

“The accounts of Oñate and Coronado have been interpreted for years,” said Gary McAdams, cultural program planner and historic preservation officer for the Wichita and Affiliated Tribes, which number about 3,300. “We had a suspicion it was settled like this, but now it’s starting to be documented, which makes it feel more real.”

In the meantime, Arkansas City is trying to determine how to promote its new claim to fame. Etzanoa remains mostly underground or on private land. Yet that hasn’t deterred interest.

“We get about 10 calls a day to see the lost city,” said Pamela Crain, director of the Convention & Visitors Bureau. “The vision is to have a visitors center. The other key is to persuade landowners to allow people onto their property.”

Professor Donald Blakeslee of Wichita State University shows a black pot unearthed by student Jeremiah Perkins, behind him. David Kelly / For The Times

Russell Bishop still has the arrowheads he collected as a kid in Arkansas City. David Kelly / For The Times

Limited tours began last spring, focusing on key historical and archaeological sites. Town leaders are hoping for a UNESCO World Heritage site designation.

Back at the dig site, all eyes were on Jeremiah Perkins as he lifted the hefty black potsherd from the dirt.

Blakeslee dropped into the pit for a closer look. It was the largest artifact of the summer, perhaps 12 inches high.

“That’s a nice big cooking pot,” he exclaimed.

Yet many mysteries remain about the people of Etzanoa.

“How were they organized? How did they farm the bluffs? How did they maximize bison herds?” Blakeslee asked. “The questions go on and on and on.”

And the thought of that made him smile.

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If you lose your strength to stand (I”m gonna reach for your hand) pt. 12 “Enemies, and their Power”

Part 11

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Being American, I reserve the right to make digs at the U.S.

Pidge took a deep gulp from her caffeinated fruit-tea (God bless Hunk, honestly). The hangar where Hunk, Lotor, and Allura worked on the quintessence ships was huge and had catwalks all along the walls. Pidge had hit dead end after dead end with tracking Haggar through the clone until she was absolutely ready to scream. Once she realized she was just staring at the wall instead of working, Pidge took her equipment from the Green hangar to perch on one of the catwalks.

Allura had just walked out to go to the bridge. She passed by Pidge’s perch close enough that Pidge overheard her conversation with Lance – those comm earrings were pretty loud.

Keith was such a fucking hypocrite.

Pidge had never quite forgotten the day that, over a year ago, Keith yelled at her for trying to leave Voltron and find her family. He’d hurled accusations at her like a firing squad. He’d called her selfish. That’d hit too close to home. She remembered his voice echoing in her head alongside the voices of school kids who’d said she was cold or weird or didn’t care about anyone but her robots. She didn’t get that expectation that she had to feel for strangers; it’s not like she had the time or energy to prioritize everyone in the world.

Of course Pidge had learned a lot since then. There was such a thing as caring without that visceral wrench in her stomach. She could understand and prioritize the good for people she didn’t know and love. There was such a thing as empathy without instinct.

But it wasn’t fair that Keith thought he could run away from the war he used to dive headfirst into. He’d been all invested when Shiro had been here, when he’d had his family. He shouldn’t talk about selfish.

Pidge hoped Lance would snap him out of whatever weird-ass funk this was. If she had to work despite her grief then so did Keith.

Meanwhile, the Shiro-clone was still in stasis. Presumably, if he was being monitored, manipulated, and controlled by Haggar, it would be through the mechanical arm. It’s probably not as efficient as having it hooked up directly to the brain, but Hunk was certain that access through the shoulder into the central nervous system was sufficient. Even with the change of scenery (which often helped her think) Pidge was about ready to throw her laptop at the wall, though, because no matter what she tried the arm software was a fucking dead end.

Actually, no, never the laptop no matter how angry or frustrated she got. That computer was her baby. She’d built it back on Earth and added a ton of Altean modifications to the hardware – including some incredibly impressive RAM that allowed her to multitask like a crazy person and put the computer’s original 64 GB to shame.

Pidge pulled up the clone’s medical records. The cryo-pod did a full body scan twice a varga and she’d linked the data to continuously upload to her laptop (thank you, alien random access memory), focusing on the CNS. And –

Okay, that was different. The original clone scans showed no distinction between those of the real Shiro, allowing for expected discrepancies on the cellular and molecular levels due to time passing. One of the things the pods monitored closely was an individual’s quintessence. She was no biologist, but Pidge did grasp the basic concepts of thermodynamics and the quintessence seemed to be deteriorating. She didn’t know what it meant, though.

A hefty creaking noise distracted her. Hunk pulled his way onto the catwalk and settled in beside her. “Pidge. Can I chew your ear for a minute?”

“Aren’t you busy?”

“Lotor went to make some, uh, conference calls, I think.”

Pidge glared at the computer screen and decided to fuck it, she’s not getting anywhere with this anyway. “Yeah, why not. Shoot.”

Hunk blew out a puff of air. “We’ve made a lot of progress on the technology. Allura’s been working on adapting the ships to travel between universes and I’m really close to finding the most efficient ways to collect and contain the energy. It’s just, um…what if we aren’t doing the right thing here, Pidge?”

She eyed him. “If we can end the war without more war, I’m all for it. I know I wasn’t on board at first, and I’m no economist, but this seems like a good way to stabilize the universe.”

“I’m just thinking. Humans and galra have one big thing in common: exhausting resources. Sure, the quintessence field seems endless now, but the same can be said for every single resource humans overexploited in history. We don’t know how this could affect the universe.” He was getting worked up.

“Hunk.” Pidge placed a hand on his wrist, knowing he takes comfort from even small touches. “You’re a huge part of this project. You and Allura can find a way to make this harvesting sustainable.”

He hummed. His bushy eyebrows drew together.

Pidge continued, “Is this really the only thing bugging you?”

“I’m not…convinced doing this harvesting will lead to peace. Like, I get why Lotor thinks this will solve things,” Hunk said in a low voice. “Increase supply, satisfy demand, spare bad harvesting practices etc. But what do the galra need all this quintessence for?”

“I don’t know, space ships? Power grids? Fuel?…Weapons?”

“Exactly. These guys have been conquering for thousands of years. How can we be sure they won’t just keep conquering when we hand over the power?”

Pidge massaged her temples. “I hear you Hunk, but I’m way out of my depth here. I’d rather trust that Allura and Lotor know way more about alien politics and economics than I do, you know, being born rulers and everything.”

“Since when did you trust Lotor?”

Pidge finally tore her eyes away from the screen and leaned in close to Hunk. “I trust Allura. Do you, do you think Lotor can pull the wool over her eyes?”

“Yeah, well, the man has only been a military strategist for several millennia, I think it’s probable.”

Pidge pulled up another window. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been keeping up with the news. Lotor is on the manhunt for any and all galra factions who don’t pledge loyalty to him. And most of the ones who have are extracting their control over recently conquered sectors. It’s a start.”

“How do you completely reform a culture that’s built on war and conquest?”

“Rome and America became republics, didn’t they?”

Hunk groaned and rubbed his eyes. “It’s so complicated. I wish I could just fix up these ships and that would automatically make everything okay.”

She patted his shoulder. “I know the feeling. I’m confused here, too. Look.”

“Aren’t those scans of the fake Shiro? Why…man I can’t read these, why’s the blue glowing in the middle getting dimmer in each picture?”

“It’s his quintessence. It’s deteriorating. But look, it didn’t start until after we put him in stasis, see? The readings are exactly the same between the scan of Shiro and the very first scan of the clone.”

Understanding lit up Hunk’s face. Good, good, thermodynamics were safe, comprehensible ground. “And that’s when the energy started wasting away. Nothing’s regenerating the quintessence. Pidge, Haggar’s magic!”

She banged her fist on the catwalk. The echoing clang make Hunk flinch. “Of course! I should’ve figured that out. If it doesn’t make sense, then magic.” She huffed a sigh. “But if there’s no magic connected to the clone then that means I can’t trace it. It’s another dead end.”

Hunk was quiet for a few minutes, while Pidge stewed in her failure.

"Although," Hunk said, "Zarkon was obsessed with quintessence for his own personal use. He's gone now and if we get rid of Haggar too, then the demand should go down significantly. She's our biggest threat right now and with so much of the military devoted to Lotor he should be able to keep the rogues in check, right?"

Pidge shut her laptop. "See, you figured it out. What do you need me for."

---

“So let me get this straight.”

It was first thing in the morning, and they were in the Blade-equivalent of a conference room with Krolia and Kolivan. Lance pressed his fingertips to his temple like he was trying to organize something in his head (except in Keith’s experience, that usually happened out loud).

Lance gestured to Krolia. “You were undercover at Ranveig’s base, where he intercepted mega-powerful quintessence and accidentally used it to create a terrifying robeast but without the robot parts. Which you both then sic-ed onto a different general attacking the base so you could escape and presumably that thing is still on the planet.

“And you’ve tracked the quintessence to its source but it’s guarded by impenetrable space-time anomalies and we don’t know who was shipping it.”

Keith said, “It does fit Haggar’s M.O.”

Lance sighed. “We should call the Castle of Lions and get them in on this meeting.”

Pidge just about leapt out of her skin (and did leap out of her bed) at the loud, insistent banging on her door. She tripped over something on her floor and narrowly avoided face-planting in a pile of dirty socks.

“Pidge! Pidge, wake up!”

Vision still kinda fuzzy from sleep, she scrambled to her feet to slam her hand against the door panel. It hissed open as Hunk prepared to pound on it again. Had he been any shorter he would have punched Pidge in the head, but as it was his fist met thin air and he had to windmill his arms to not fall on her.

“Hunk! What is it? What’s happening?” Pidge demanded.

“Whoa, hey chill out. There’s no emergency.”

She glared at him. “Did you just scare me awake for shits and giggles? Do you have any idea how loud it is when you bang on a metal surface?!”

Because he was the worst, Hunk flat-out ignored her tirade. “Your brother, Lance, and Keith want everyone on a conference call. We’ve been trying to wake you up for half an hour.”

Pidge took a deep breath in through her nose. Then let it out. “If you value our continued friendship, you will get me the largest canteen you can find and fill it to the brim with the not-coffee. And it better fucking be hot.”

It was hot, and she and everyone else were soon in front of multiple huge screens showing her brother, her missing teammates, Kolivan, and another galra she didn’t recognize. The first thing that happened was Keith held up a placating hand before Allura could lay into him.

“I know what you’re going to say, and I’m sorry for leaving without telling you guys why. I got overwhelmed and needed to do something. But it won’t happen again.”

Allura drummed her fingers irritably. “It better not.”

“And by something,” Lance interjected, “Keith here means he had to have some face time with his LONG LOST MOTHER. Guys, meet Krolia, Keith’s galra mom!”

Pidge choked mid-drink and spewed liquid all over Hunk. Fucking what????

“Pidge, did you just do an actual spit take?” Lance demanded, blatantly ignoring the irritated glare Keith was shooting him.

“Did you deliberately wait until I was taking a sip to say that?”

“Depends.”

“Okay, you two can flirt later,” Matt said. Lance’s entire face and neck flushed. “We have important news.”

They proceeded to explain the quintessence the super-powerful quintessence, the spacetime equivalent of a minefield they’d tracked it to, and their suspicions that Haggar was somehow mining it to fuel her military and her magic.

Pidge downed the rest of her “caffeine” in two gulps.

“We believe the source is behind the quantum abyss, rather than the abyss itself,” Kolivan was explaining. “If we can cut Haggar off from her major quintessence supply then we stand a far greater chance at permanently vanquishing her forces.”

Krolia spoke, “The tricky part is navigating the abyss. It requires precise calculations and the consequences of being trapped inside would be dire.”

“Hunk, Pidge, think you can work through those calculations?” Keith asked.

They responded with a synchronous “probably.” Pidge thanked God she now had a new project to work on. One more day with the stupid clone arm and she was gonna lose her hair.

“I believe I know where that quintessence is coming from.” Lotor’s cool voice silenced the entire room. Pidge noticed with shock that his face had gone paper-white. He looked like the ghost of a general rather than a living emperor.

“It is a place I have not been to in some time."

Part 13

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the-zodiacs-written-in-the-stars · 5 years ago

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Chapter 14: Team Lionheart

Jessie was panting hard as she dodged Orion. A giant monster. An alien parasite that had taken over a human. And the only thought in Jessie's mind was that maybe it hadn't been the best idea. Sure, she and Jessie had spent two weeks training – both physically and with their powers – but still, learning control and being out there, fighting against actual aliens? That was... different.

“On your left, Virgo!”, called Jessie out loudly.

Lizzy rolled over rather elegantly and rammed her claws into Orion's leg, making him roar. Sadly, it also made Orion angry and the giant lashed out at Lizzy in anger. Jessie threw one of her knives, with perfect precision, to hit Orion right between the eyes. Orion wailed and went down. With wide eyes did Jessie watch how the monster shrank, as though it was melting, though goo was melting off until a normal human being was left, unconscious.

“Okay”, whispered Jessie awe-struck. “That's... disturbing.”

The goo gathered into a glass-marble, a muddy brown tone. Lizzy picked it up and rolled it around, frowning curiously at it. It wasn't unlike their own, really. Looking at Jessie, she pocketed it.

“Split up, get changed, regroup at my place”, stated Lizzy before taking off.

~*~

Lizzy giggled to herself, less because something was funny and more because it was the aftermath of the adrenaline running through her veins. She collapsed onto her couch and stretched out. This was amazing, the rush of the fight. She had never really understood it, when Ricky talked about the rush it gave him to save a life. Now? Now, Lizzy understood it, really understood.

The door opened and Jessie slipped in, a grin on her face before she joined Lizzy on the couch. Moments later and their companions appeared from the hidden jewelry. A trick that the aliens had taught them; because a loose marble was easily lost. Jessie had converted hers into a pin, the bright-red jewel of Aries in the center and four smaller ones flanking out, two on either side. Lizzy's was an ear-ring, three orange jewels on top of each other, the largest one, the one of Virgo, at the bottom.

“Okay. So, we beat the bad guys, they turn into gems?”, asked Lizzy curiously.

“Essentially, yes”, replied Virgo, purring softly and pawing at the couch.

“Why's it looking different than ours?”, inquired Jessie, touching the marble.

It was opaque glass, milky like the glass door of their shower. Unlike her Zodiac marble, which was smooth glass. Aries made a small sound and shook his head at her.

“Because it answers to a different authority”, replied Aries solemnly.

“Wha—at does that even mean?”, asked Lizzy confused.

“We are part of the so-called Zodiac Alliance. The planetary alliance of this solar system. But there are... more. More who don't belong to the alliance; free planets, if you will”, replied Aries.

“Right. If my math ain't failing me, we do not have twelve planets in our solar system... uh... right?”, asked Jessie doubtful. “Like, how can there be a Zodiac Alliance of the planets of this solar system and then there are still planets left over...?”

“Oh, that's a translation problem”, offered Virgo as the cat rolled onto her back and started pawing at the air. “Your language doesn't have a proper word for what we define as a 'planet'. Your word for it is the closest, I guess. But we don't have your silly categories of planet and... dwarf planet... like size doesn't really matter you know... and asteroids.”

“How do you not have a word for asteroids?”, inquired Lizzy doubtfully.

“Oh no, we do. But most fall into the same category as what we call a 'planet'. Basically, a celestial body that is capable of harboring life”, supplied Aries. “For example, what you call a 'planet' would not necessarily fall under what we call a 'planet' if it can't sustain life. There is a different word for it then, because what matters is whether or not they harbor life.”

Lizzy tilted her head curiously. That... made sense, she supposed. Even the best alien technology couldn't translate something when there was no word for it. And them having a word specifically for inhabited worlds compared to simply for planets... It made Lizzy wonder just how many inhabited worlds there were in their solar system, while at the same time being terrified of the answer.

“Okay, so some planets are part of this alliance, others aren't. And there's... a war. And Earth got dragged into the middle of this?”, asked Lizzy thoughtfully.

“Basically”, replied Virgo and nodded. “We were sent to clean up discreetly. It's the highest priority for the alliance to avoid humans at large to learn about the truth, because... your species is not yet ready to face it. Your infighting, not just among your countries and nations, but even the people within a country, there is... too much war in humans' hearts to tell them what's out there.”

“Fair enough”, huffed Lizzy and crossed her arms uncomfortably. “White folks have this habit of going to new places and claiming them as theirs when there are any sort of resources that might be useful for them. If there'd be gold on the moon, there'd be war over the moon.”

“That's why the Lepi keep their gold a secret”, muttered Aries beneath his breath.

Lizzy opened and closed her mouth a couple times. “First of all, are you telling me there is life on the moon. Second of all, are you telling me there is gold on the moon.”

“Your moon is one of the planets in the Zodiac Alliance”, replied Aries with a nod. “It is where we have stationed our observatory to keep an eye on Earth and track your progress.”

“What are you thinking about that, red bean?”, Lizzy, swatting at Jessie.

“I'm thinking about an old friend from Dublin. Nor would have a field day with this”, whispered Jessie. “She was all up in those conspiracy theories. This'd blow her mind.”

“Girl, it's blowing my mind and I am not into conspiracy theories”, grunted Lizzy.

~*~

“What happened?”

Lizzy startled at the concern in her fiance's voice. And then she winced as he pressed against the bruise on her upper right thigh. Right. That. Figured he'd worry about that. Damn. She hadn't considered that. Hadn't really thought about... the fact that she'd be keeping a secret from Ricky.

She furrowed her brows at that and swallowed dry. She loved him, with all her heart. In her mind, the only logical conclusion had always been for them to be a team, in all aspects of life.

“I stumbled, when I was out with Jessie earlier. Don't worry about it, babe.”

Smiling, she cupped Rick's face and kissed him softly. He didn't look entirely convinced, looked concerned as he leaned in, chasing after her for a second kiss. This man was honestly too good and too pure. With her smile growing, she leaned in to kiss him again.

“Really. I'm fine”, assured Lizzy gently. “How are you?”

Rick groaned in a drawn-out way and collapsed backward onto their bed. “Honestly, these... superheroes? They're making my job both easier and harder at the same time.”

“How so?”, inquired Lizzy with furrowed brows.

She laid down next to him, gently running her fingers through Rick's curls. “I know me and Mikey aren't equipped to handle those... meta-humans or whatever they are. But...”

“But?”, echoed Lizzy carefully, tracing Ricky's cheek. “Talk to me, love.”

“They don't have training. Not the necessary kind. Keeping civilians outta danger, how to deescalate a situation instead of charge in head-first. And the more of those heroes pop up, the wilder it gets, you know? Especially since they don't seem to... communicate. They're disorganized”, replied Rick. “It's like, yesterday, during our shift, there was an attack from a giant-ass... something. I think it was something like an elephant but not entirely and the colors were off too. Anyway, so this thing had attacked city hall. And the... the green one and the yellow one had come at it from one side, while the red one and the purple one came at it from another side but they seemed to be fighting more among themselves than actually against the thing attacking them.”

Taurus and Sagittarius were part of a team, but they did seem to edge on with Leo and Scorpio. Lizzy had seen that too. She wondered why though. Well, in a way she knew. Virgo and Aries had told them that some might side with the wrong fraction. Depending on what kind of political climate there was, what promises were made, even those from within the Zodiac Alliance could make a wrong choice, could be tempted to side with the wrong crowd.

“Things would be easier if the heroes would unite”, mused Lizzy softly.

“Probably”, agreed Rick and wrapped an arm around Lizzy's shoulder. “And now two more popped up, you know? An orange one and another red one. Well, a very bright red.”

“I... hope they won't be causing any problems for you”, offered Lizzy, feeling a bit awkward.

“So do I, mi amor”, sighed Rick, pulling Lizzy in close enough to kiss her temple. “I think it's time for sleep. It's already late and I don't see tomorrow being any less chaotic. This city is... the epicenter of something dangerous and huge. I just... I wonder why.”

“Maybe they don't like the movie industry?”, suggested Lizzy playfully.

Rick snorted amused. “I mean, Hollywood's been hit a lot. Still... I wonder...”

Lizzy paused too. That was true. Why Los Angeles? She wondered if any of the other heroes had already found out what it meant? Why did the aliens pick Los Angeles specifically?

~*~

Babs furrowed her eyebrows as she watched the newbies. Her and Jamie were in the middle of battling the Hydra – one of the big three that kept returning. Most of the minor villains were relatively easily to defeat, but they seemed more high-ranking? Hydra always gave them quite the hard time. The multiple heads didn't help either. Babs was pinned by two heads, while Jamie was battling another head, already wounded from the Hydra's claws.

So, sure, they could use the backup. But the newest of the newbies? Virgo and Aries. There was something off about them though. Something eerily familiar, Babs just couldn't put her finger on it.

“Damn it”, hissed Jamie, his breath coming out shortly.

Right, Babs had more important things on her mind than the newbies. Jamie was injured and they still had the Hydra to take care of, preferably before Hydrus came to join (those two were mostly spotted together. Babs suspected that they were partners, much like her and Jamie).

“Woah there, you shouldn't get distracted out in the field!”, declared Aries.

Babs stared at the heroine. Skin-tight, bright-red leather, utility belt in place with the sheaths of her daggers, her hazelnut brown hair flowing in familiar, broad waves. Aries turned toward Babs and Babs' eyes were drawn to Aries' very deep v-cleavage. She knew those boobs.

“Jessie”, hissed Babs, eyebrows shooting up high before her head snapped over to Virgo – the incredibly tall, dark-skinned beauty. “...Lizzy. Oh, you gotta be kidding me.”

Aries – Jessie – stumbled and stared doe-eyed up at her in utter confusion. Probably not figuring out considering Babs had made sure her superhero-persona had her secret identity better hidden. The dark-purple hair compared to her normal neon-green hair helped a lot.

“Just... meet me on the balcony after this, Jess”, hissed Babs.

Jessie frowned but she nodded before returning her attention to the fight. This was escalating. First Tanya, now Jessie and Lizzy? Something was going on and it's starting to be suspicious.

Still, the four of them managed to chase Hydra away for now. Babs went to help Jamie, supporting him as she led him toward their apartment. They entered through the balcony – which was where they usually slipped away from for missions and back in, since the balcony was only accessible from Jamie and Babs' rooms. She dumped Jamie on her own bed. She tugged open his leather hoodie, unlacing it and pushing it out of the way to take a look at the long gashes on his side. Jamie groaned, eyes squeezed shut tightly. The gash was nasty and Babs knew she could throw her bed-sheets out after this because he was bleeding all over it. Taking a deep breath, Babs closed her eyes and pressed her hands onto his side, feeling the water in his very cells and working on knitting them together again. She had practiced her healing over the past weeks and now she was glad for it.

“Will you finally accept that we need back-up?”, growled Babs frustrated.

“What? Why?”, hissed Jamie, breath ragged.

Babs heaved a sigh and left for the bathroom to wash her hands and get a wet, cold towel for Jamie. Returning to her own room, she started carefully cleaning up his chest. He looked pale.

“You're an obnoxious idiot”, sighed Babs, tracing the now new scars with the towel. “Absoluter Vollpfosten... We're only two people. There are so many monsters. We'd be far more effective if we fought alongside others instead of trying to make this a solo-gig. Duo-gig. Please be reasonable. I can't have you nearly die on me every other week.” [German trans: complete jackass]

“There's no one we can trust”, growled Jamie lowly.

He closed his eyes again and collapsed back onto the bed, struggling with his breathing. Babs ran her fingers through her hair, shaking a little. She closed her eyes, tears in the corners of them. This was... This was not what she had pictured. Sure, she should have known better. She had watched all of Sailor Moon and they literally all died within the first season. Twice, technically if you count the fact that it starts off with their rebirths. Still, she had somehow – romanticize the whole thing, she supposed. No. No, screw Jamie's fears – she loved him, she really did, and she knew exactly where his fears came from, but in this case, his fears were only making their lives harder.

Taking a deep breath, Babs rested her hands on her thighs and pushed herself off the bed. When she walked out of her bedroom, Virgo and Aries were standing outside, looking tense and confused. Heaving a sigh when looking at them, Babs closed her eyes for a moment and let her costume melt away, revealing her green-haired self, wearing her favorite striped dress and her purple leather-jacket, just as she had before they had run out into action.

“Holy shit, green-bean, you're--”, stuttered Lizzy stunned.

She and Jessie turned back to their normal selves too, looking startled and exchanging a look. In the end, Jessie was the one to step forward and pull Babs into a tight embrace.

“Oh god, I'm so relieved that you're one too”, gasped Jessie out, clinging onto her.

“How...”, whispered Babs with a confused frown.

“Andy found those two marbles and he gave them to me, since he knows I'm an Aries. And one was Virgo so I gave it to Lizzy”, replied Jessie. “But what about you?”

“Well, Leo and Scorpio crashed on our balcony four months ago”, offered Babs. “And Jamie and I have been out there for the past three of them.”

“Wait. Jamie...”, drawled Jessie, eyes wide before she gasped. “But he got hurt so badly-”

“He's fine”, assured Babs gently, grasping her shoulders. “I healed him.”

“You what now?”, asked Lizzy, pushing between them to look at Babs.

Babs grinned broadly up at them. “Been exploring your powers yet? Because mine is water and the human body is made of a lot of that. I can... with enough concentration, I can manipulate the human body on a cellular level. I've been honing my skills, there's a lot of potential in controlling water.”

“Okay, that's... cool”, whispered Jessie surprised. “I've been just... playing with fire.”

“We're also still new to our powers. Like, I got some theoretical ideas of what to do with earth-powers, but I've barely managed to manipulate it”, offered Lizzy with a frown.

“You'll get better with your powers”, assured Babs with an amused look. “Come inside. I think the four of us gotta talk about some things.”

~*~

Jamie just wanted to rest, because everything hurt. He had his eyes closed, but he still heard the steps back into the room. With a frown, he turned to look because those were more than just one person. His eyes widened when he saw Babs enter the room with Jessie and Lizzy.

“What are you doing, Babara?”, hissed Jamie.

“Well, only the full first name so he's not that bad”, muttered Babs to herself.

Jamie squinted irritated at that. “Babara Brunhilde Burkhart. Explain yourself.”

Babs wiggled her nose at that and came to stand in front of Jamie. “Boy without facial recognition, while we were fighting, I recognized Aries as your sister and Virgo as Lizzy.”

“...No, no, no”, whispered Jamie and shook his head.

His little sister shouldn't be dragged into this. He meant to protect her. Jamie tried to take a deep breath as he sat up. He winced as pain shot up his side. Okay, as much as he was fighting Babs on this, but she might be right with how much he put himself in danger.

“You're a single father”, whispered Babs gently and knelt down in front of Jamie, resting her hands on his knees. “If something happens to you, you're leaving Ally and Andy all alone.”

Great, now she was tugging on his heart-strings. He closed his eyes. Okay, sure, another good point. He loved those kids. He wanted them to be safe and the best way for that would be for him to be safe. His eyes flickered over toward Lizzy and Jessie behind him.

“Fine”, whispered Jamie. “But only because I'm not letting my sister run around out there without me there to back her up. But you two gotta listen.”

Lizzy didn't look pleased by this and opened her mouth to argue, but Babs beat her to it. “He actually knows what he's doing, Liz. I know you're the kind of person who takes charge too, but... in the past three months? He's made some amazing calls for us both.”

“Fine”, sighed Lizzy. “We can see how it's going. Try to work together.”

The three girls sat down and watched Jamie for a moment while he adjusted himself slowly. The pain was a bitch, even though it would fade soon – he had been healed by Babs often enough by now. Which, also spoke to her point about having more people on their team.

“The only real question I have now is... how?”, mused Babs with furrowed brows. “I mean, this is... beyond a coincident. How did four outta twelve Zodiacs end up in our home? That's not a rhetoric question, by the way. One of you four aliens come out and explain.”

Their gems glowed and Scorpio, Leo, Virgo and Aries appeared in the room. Jamie arched one eyebrow at them. Aries was rather obviously a ram, but the virgin maiden? An... orange cat with wings? Actually, no. Jamie was in too much pain to even find that odd right now.

“These were the coordinates we were heading to”, supplied Leo with a tilt of his head. “Our boss sent us here. The four of us landed here but were separated by the others, probably. The others must have come down in the close vicinity.”

“Why?”, asked Lizzy, her arms crossed. “I mean, why LA? What's so great about LA?”

“You gotta ask the opposition”, replied Leo with a drawl.

He was bumping his head against Virgo, the three felines cuddling together. Lizzy raised both eyebrows and turned to look first at Jessie and then at Jamie and Babs. Okay, this was an angle Jamie hadn't considered yet for some reason. Everything was happening in Los Angeles for a reason. And part of their job was to find out why exactly. What did Los Angeles have that no other place on the planet had? What drew whoever was behind it here, to then also lure the good guys here to fight them? So, on top of finding out who exactly the other Zodiacs were, where the still missing Zodiacs were, who the bad guys really were and what they actually wanted, they now also had to find out the motivation behind the why. What drew aliens to Los Angeles?

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Earth's friends: Grognak's invasion

Grognak's Invasion

Everything has lead us to this point here. The big green tentacle alien lead his army of clones to earth from Venus. After devastating the planet but not conquering, he was thirsty for blood. His large ships were the fiercest in the Universe. Their cannons capable of destroying the largest of buildings and the strongest of forts. It was time to reign supreme in the Milky Way Galaxy. Somehow the great Venusian warrior Venus Mercury managed to somehow talk Grognak into going to earth instead of conquering Venus, earth is approximately 3 light years away from Venus and Grognak's ships can travel that in about 12 earth hours.

Venus Mercury almost failed her people. Though she did manage to fend Grognak off and keep Venus safe for the fine being, she knew he'd be back eventually unless she destroyed him. Watching her people suffer was too hard for her to do nothing about earth's invasion. She looked at her companions, Clay, and Sheeta, they knew that the three of them were about to go to earth on a suicide mission. Venus' ship is the fastest in the universe. They hopped in her flying sphere and set off for earth, they will arrive in eight hours.

As they got closer to the blue and green planet she scanned the area for landing spots.

“Prepare for landing!” Sheeta said as the giant sphere came crashing down into the Mojave desert creating a rather large crater. They got out of their spacecraft in their shiny silver spacesuits the took steps into the sand. As they scanned the area Clay found something.

“It appears this planet's leader is located 2,583 miles in some place called ‘Manhattan’ if we leave now we can warn them with plenty of time before Grognak's inevitable arrival. They activated their spacesuit jetpacks and began flying to New York.

They flew faster than anything that has ever been seen on earth and because of this the F.A.A jumped onto their tails really fast.

“What should we do ma'am?” Her big green assistant asked.

“We've more important things to do than play with earth jets! Ignore them!” Venys commanded. They left the jets in their dust leaving the jet pilots confused and angered.

President Luciano was alerted of them and he assumed they were related to the resistance and Sandra's renegades.

“Dammit! Send out the robot drones to scout the area!” Vice President Jack Blade pushed a button he pulled out of his pocket which launched hundreds of tiny yet powerful drones.

When Venus and her cohorts arrived in Manhattan they scanned for the location to the Miracorps H.Q and walked on foot as their space suits changed to blend in to look like earth clothes.

The flying at super sonic speeds didn't just attract the attention of earths main government but it also caught the attention of Sandra and her renegades.

“Woah! What was that?” Blades said pointing at the sky but the aliens were gone with the blink of an eye. The entire group was stunned and luckily they were not far from Manhattan.

“Let's go there might be trouble!” Sandra said very concerned. What went through her mind was more about what Jack might have created to terrorize civilians more easily. They left and trekked as fast as they could.

When Sandra and her renegades arrived Venus and her friends were already at H.Q in what looked like a standoff with Jack and his team of villains to the left of her, NYPD to the right and President Luciano himself in front. Sandra and her renegades arrived next to Venus assuming she needed protection.

“Attention earth we request an attendance with the leader of this fine planet with an urgent announcement. “ She, Sheeta, and Clay put down their weapons.

Everyone lowered their weapons. The President, concerned, spoke aloud.

“What planet are you from exactly? I am Tony Luciano president of earth.”

“Mr. President we haven't much time an evil conqueror named Grognak is on his way as we speak to take over this planet and kill all earthlings. “ The president raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Please go on ms….”

“Mercury. Venus Mercury the great warrior princess of Venus.” She was recognized by one of his secret service members. They whispered in his ear.

“Sir, that is Jessica Stryder from our failed space program of about five years ago.”

“Didn't we abandon her?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ms. Mercury please tell us what we should do to prepare for this…”

“Grognak.”

“Right Grognak. (Call the paranormal force). Right this way please let's discuss further in my office. “ He forced a smile and let her into the massive building. Jack and Sandra looked at each other and both felt this was not the time to continue their rivalry.

It was the start of a normal school day at Stan Lee Elementary located in Queens. For Jackson, Chloe, Lacey, and Seeley they moved on into their classrooms before a melancholy announcement was heard over the p.a system.

“Attention faculty and students there is a major event going on at the Capitol building, Miracorps H.Q, please turn on your classroom projectors to watch the news. Chloe and Jackson's teacher did just that. The announcer was a young blond lady

“It appears just one hour ago there was a standoff between local and federal authorities and the terrorists known as Sandra's renegades. Witnesses are unsure why they were there but they also say there was an alien girl in the middle of it all asking for a conference with president Luciano Witnesses claim she has to warn him of a dangerous alien coming to conquer earth!” After hearing this news both Jackson and Chloe raised their hands and asked to use the bathroom. The teacher dismissed them and out in the hallway they met up with their younger siblings Lacey and Seeley and they transformed into the Siamese Ninja Heroes.

“Let's get ready for action!” Jackson yelled.

They transformed into the feline quad and teleported to where they needed to go. When they arrived they confused both Jack and Sandra.

“What the hell?” Jack yelled.

“We really need to address that teleportation after transformation thing don't we?” Skye laughed. Max scanned the feline children as did Garfield.

“It appears what we have before us are four mystical feline beings powered by the elements “ Max said giving his analysis.

“In English please! Reeze said smacking him in the back of the head.

“Four magic cats.” Max dubbed it down for him.

“First aliens now cats?” Reeze said scratching his head.

“Uh fear not citizens we are the Siamese Ninja Heroes and we are here to stop the evil aliens!” Fury said deepening his voice as he spoke.

“Did someone say aliens “ A voice from afar uttered. It was Vocatus and Adolwolf of the Paranormal Force! Jack recognized him right away and decided to go inside the building and meet up with president Luciano.

“I don't need this kind of trouble Jack Blade out!” Sandra on the other hand was a little more star struck. She had never met any of the Paranormal Force or even seen them in person. The Siamese Ninja Heroes didn't know who he was. Vocatus shot them with a beam that froze them in team.

“Are these the aliens?” Vocatus asked.

“They don't smell like aliens, sir!” Adolwolf replied sniffing them. “They smell like…children.”

“Who are you and why are you…dressed like that?” Vocatus asked as he unfrozen them.

“We're the Siamese Ninja Heroes!” Bibie blurted out.

“Run along kiddos , this is grown up work.” He turned to Sandra.

“I'm going to pretend I didn't see you as my orders are to arrest you on the spot.”

“Thanks Captain!” Sandra said as she and her cohorts fled the scene. The cats stayed.

“But we're here to help!” Fury exclaimed.

“This is no job for kids even if you are mystics.” They became annoyed but Fury was angered.

“Do you know why they call me Fury?”

“Fury don't!” Rosie said trying to hold Fury back but fire entered his eyes and a fireball in each hand.

“I'm not playing!” He said as he shoved Rosie to the side and marched toward Vocatus.

“Don't do this Fury! We don't attack other good guys!”

“Shut up Rosie!” He created a huge flamethrower around Vocatus and Adolwolf as the other Siamese Ninja Heroes ran for cover. Skye texted Super Steak for help and Rosie contacted Sheila.

Steak sat in his seventh grade classroom counting the minutes until lunch. Mrs. Tanglia taught algebra boldly but mostly she was BORING. Steak's belt vibrated and he became anxious and fidgety.

“Is there a problem Steak?”

“Yes may I please get some fresh air?”

“Yes, but please hurry back!” She was annoyed but recognized the new school policy which was to allow students to leave as necessary. He rushed out of the classroom and into a janitor’s closet he answered his beeperwear saw that it was Seeley/Skye, rolled his eyes, but transformed into Super Steak and flew to Miracorps H.Q.

Sheila's home ect class was going well she, of course, was queen of the classroom distributing work to all of her classmates. When she noticed the text from Chloe/Rosie she stopped what she was doing and forwarded the message to her secret team mates.

“Are you ok, Sheila? You look like you saw a ghost. “ Her teacher asked.

“Yes sorry I just got an important text, I need to leave and make a phone call.”

“Of course!” Sheila scurried out of the school into the courtyard where her friends meet her. Scott is in a bathing suit as he was in the middle of swim class. They look at him and laugh.

“What happened Scott?”

“I received your text during swim team!” They snickered a bit more and all transformed into their respective beast modes. Jamie into a bird.

“Come on guys let's go help our friends!” Jamie said flying away as the others ran to try and keep up.

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