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yanderecandystore · 4 years ago

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Can we get more of the teachers with their lab escapee S/O????

Well, sure! I think it's a really different headcanon, it reminds me of asmrs where the Listener can hear their thoughts. I wish I could implement more of this, but not necessarily that the darling is actually hearing the yanderes thoughts, but that the reader (you) can see what they're thinking.

TW/Tags: continuation to a previous hc about mind reading darling who is a monster with more human traits than monster ones (so there is spoilers in this post, go read the first one if this storyline interests you) // homesickness of a home you have never been in // how about we have two "endings" in this one? I'm feeling dangerous >:3 // also a lot of meta language and fourth wall breaking that just came to me?? Like- out of nowhere.

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Raining [Yandere! Teacher OCS x Mind Reading!Reader - Headcanon]:

Because of course it's raining. Especially now that you're here, in a random cold and wet alley, trying to block the noises from the thoughts that come from the citizens.

It's been four days since you were here, eating scraps you found along the way. You didn't manage to do much as their voices and thoughts were overbearing. The fact that you may be considering going back to their homes, going back into their death trap was starting to sound so much more appealing than staying here all alone, suffering and starving.

You don't want to go back, you know they could probably hurt you. And you don't want to deal with the Bright Vision Corp anymore, you have heard rumours of humans being quite unfair in these types of facilities, you're afraid you may have a gruesome punishment awaiting for your return.

All that you wanted to do was to find your family, your kind, your home! Your true home. You feel like a piece of you is missing yet you don't know why, why would you be missing something you never had?

Why would you miss the affection and comfort that you have never had? That you have never experienced?

Why do you feel so alone when you have been all by yourself all your life? There are so many questions and no answers, and it seems like your whole life is just based on this.

Questions, confusions, no answers, no resolutions.

Your head hurts from the lack of food and proper water that you have consumed these days. Maybe you should go to sleep in hopes of restoring some energy.

I'll let you choose your path now, but it's not exactly the end from here, it's just a point where the story creates two different routes. If you're wondering why, it's because I don't know what to do with this plot line lol. So I tried creating something that may or may not be cool (I just hope it's fine with you).

→ A: You finally find a clue:

Now, in this convenient dark place, the idea that you in your worst moment is going to find a beacon of hope in a pile of garbage is just as absurd and cliche as it sounds. Yet, would you really be surprised I mean, I'm personally a cliche story teller (I have to admit that), and also-

How else would you expect to find clues about other possible monsters like yourself, if not in a place like this? Where no unwanted eyes are going to find it, where only those that need to see it, will see it!

I think you're a smart person dearest, being an experiment inside a secretive facility does help you learn some form of "street smarts". Or in this case, secret passwords/codes?? My point is that you have learned at least some forms of secret codes and how to read secret messages.

Maybe you're imagining stuff, maybe you shouldn't be reading stuff that is written on abandoned alley's walls and interpreting them as some sort of hint to find your kind, even more absurdly, to find your family.

But hey, it's a desperate time- Whatever clue of a place you need to go it's already enough for you.

Who knows? Maybe luck is at your side this time around.

→ B: You go back to them:

While looking around the place you can see many types of written phrases across the walls, which you ignore thinking it was some sort of art. You heard people like to do it just for fun, so why even bother looking at them?

You just feel really, really cold and hungry. You don't have time to look at nonsense.

You wonder if the sounds are becoming more silent because of the lack of humans walking around, or because your mind is starting to go blank once again. It's both comforting and frightening, is this the end? Are you going to die?

You fall unconscious once again, but this time worrying if you'll ever wake up again.

While you're curling yourself into a ball to protect yourself from the rain, unaware of your surroundings, a familiar figure comes in.

Worried that you may be sick and lost, they take you away. Yet of course, you didn't really know what was happening, as you were too tired to move yourself and make an effort to see who it was, or to even stop them.

And like that, you're back into their arms.

🍎 Madeline Allen part:

You would probably wake up with the smell of food, it smells so tasty. You guess your unconscious self wanted to alert you of the sweet scent of a glamorous heavy meal. You don't think you ever got the chance to experience such a thing, just smelling cooked food was already way better than the scraps you ate in the alley or the food given to you by the Bright Vision Corp. Of course, everything that is good ends abruptly.

You tried to stand up as soon as you realized where you were, but of course, you couldn't, because that would be too easy. You were trapped into the couch, by…. Blankets? It isn't too tight so it doesn't hurt you, but the knots are really strong.

You look everywhere to try and find the one person that has done this to you, only to find yourself alone in the living room. You can hear something, someone in the kitchen. I guess she still hadn't finished cooking, she didn't know when you would wake up, so she tried to be patient and not wake you up herself.

You try to break free but to no avail, Madeline comes in surprised that you're finally awake. But something seems very, very different about this encounter.

"- Oh dearest, are you okay? I hope I didn't tie you up too tightly." Her expression shows you that she is waiting for a response. But you can't hear her second voice, you can't hear what she is thinking so you keep your mouth shut.

Which was really disheartening to her, she hopes you aren't mad, maybe you're cold or hungry right?

"- I'm making dinner for us. And after that you can take a bath and we can sleep to calm down and- In the morning we can talk about all of this. How does that sound?" She says, coming forward. You frantically shake like an animal trying to escape, trying to scare her until she lets you go.

"- And if you would prefer, you can sleep wherever you want! My bedroom is upstairs, and you can sleep on the couch if you want, it is a folding bed." She is trying her best to make this situation comforting to you. It would be a shame if you ran away again.

"- I don't care where I sleep, I don't want to stay here with you!" You scream as loudly as you can. I mean, hey, maybe someone is going to help you?

She is still coming towards you, her face is emotionless and you can't help but feel extremely unsafe around someone you can't read their thoughts. I mean, you still can read it, but you can't tell what she is thinking about and that is absolutely terrifying to you.

This is probably the first time you actually felt nervous around her. Her penetrating gaze mixed with affection and maybe, anger??

"- Oh dear, that's a shame-" she leans down towards you and pinches your cheek with her right hand while the left is making a "no, no" notion "- Cause I don't think you have a choice this time."

🍎 Matthew Robinson part:

You try to look around, although the whole ambience is pretty dark as almost all the lights are out and it's night time outside. You thought you were lucky to be all alone, until you saw the figure sitting next to a dim lamp, reading a book.

He was tired, you could see that in his expression. He was tapping his foot impatiently as he awaited you to wake up. He thought that food may have turned cold if you didn't wake up earlier, yet his mind prevented him from waking you up.

You can't see well, but you noticed that he wasn't wearing glasses while reading the book. He was only trying to distract his mind but he was obviously disturbed by the circumstances of these past few days.

"- Hello." He says. Tired as usual. You of course, don't answer.

"- I have made us dinner-" He continues "- And after it, I can prepare a bath for you, I think you would appreciate it after staying out in the rain." He says in his monotonous voice, as his second inner voice seems awfully quiet. You can't hear his thoughts for some odd reason.

This is probably the first time you ever felt so frightened by not being able to hear thoughts.

You tried to hold your anger, but you couldn't help but spill out venom as you turn your head towards him- "- As if I would eat anything coming from you."

You would soon start to regret those words as you see him sigh and get up from his seat. Not showing anything through his thoughts or expressions, although his tone does seem to be one of affection and- disappointment, by your current sassy attitude towards him.

"- You haven't eaten proper food in this couple of days, and when I found you, you were freezing from the cold rain-" Leaning down towards your trapped form, sounding absolutely done with this whole situation.

"- I don't think you are in position to deny my help."

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years ago

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Party? - P. Parker x O.F.C.

Was totally meant to post this on Halloween but LOL SORRY

Hope you enjoy this, my darlings! I had heaps of fun writing this and exploring the OFC! I’m always a sucker for a little (long) fluffy Petey fic.

- Caz

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

High school was an atrocity of many forms.

The cliques, the bitching, the stress, the finals. But most of all, Flash Thompson.

In a previous life, Flash would have ruled the roost as a self-righteous jock who believed all should bow to him because he could throw a ball 20 yards. In this life, Flash was a brainiac. He used intelligence as if it was his super power, earning him popularity and allowing his vindictive ego to flourish until even the popular kids believed they should bow to him.

In truth, Flash was no more intelligent than any other averagely gifted student at Midtown Science High. His intelligence quivered in the shadow of Peter Parker’s and Flash knew so; hence, sweet, lovable Peter - with his soft puppy eyes and his beautiful brown curls - became a target for Flash’s childish jokes.

The only person who would call Flash out on his bullshit was the one person he was afraid of; his twin sister, Edith.

Edith Thompson. Short, beautiful olive skin, a sarcastic smile that could make anybody flinch, kind eyes, haphazardly chopped brown hair and a bored expression that she often directed towards her brother - who was younger by 16 and a half minutes.

She had often stood up for Peter, showing him and his friends nothing but kindness. Edith was part of the popular clique, and while she enjoyed it, she hated the people. She didn’t hate her brother, but she hated the way he had grown to act in the presence of othersl. In actuality, he was a kind person, empathetic and helpful.

Edith was often known as the mean one in their family, as she rarely allowed somebody to hold something over her. That was evidenced when her uncle told her to focus less on her studies and more on learning to cook. Her uncle no longer allows himself to hold a conversation with Edith anymore, for fear of being ridiculed for his growing misogyny, historic views and all round “douche-baginess”.

But alas, Flash was a man full of secrets, and he used his popularity and viper tongue to disguise his anger and fear of those secrets being found out. As a result, Edith found herself looking out for Peter Parker and his friends.

Peter on the other hand, had no idea why Edith Thompson, one of the popular kids and sister to the head honcho, Flash Thompson, cared enough about his existence to call her brother out.

He admired the woman. He wouldn’t go as far as saying that he had a crush on her - because he knew a popular girl was far above his punching weight - but he did find her to be sweet, generous, beautiful inside and out. He was completely enamored by her.

He also couldn’t deny how his heart slightly skipped a beat when she personally invited him, Ned, Betty and Mj to the Halloween party her brother was holding.

She leaned against his locker one day after class, blocking him from opening it, sending a wolffish grin to himself and the small group of friends that were trailing beside him. As soon as he felt her gaze on him, he blushed uncontrollably.

It only made her grin widen.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite group of smart people,” she drawled. “You busy Halloween night?”

Peter gaped like a fish, confused at the question.

“Well I’m stuck being dragged by my little sister to strangers houses so she can do exactly the opposite of not taking candy from a stranger, so I’m out of whatever you’re planning.” MJ sounded bored with the idea. They got on like a house on fire, and both were happy to call the other a friend. They shared their art class, and the two would often spend the time complaining about anything they could think of.

“We’re going to a haunted house,” Ned chirped, Betty beaming from his side. The two were deeply immersed in the honeymoon stage. It was sickening but also heartwarming to see the two so enamored with one another. Edith couldn’t help but smile as she nodded at his words.

Within milliseconds her eyes were on Peter, watching him all but squirm under her gaze. She quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

None came. She sighed, “Come on Petey. I’m 0 for 3 at the moment. I need somebody to hang out with while my brother and his goons overrun the house with their lame halloween party,” she snatched his hand into hers, holding it in both of her smaller appendages and smiling brightly at him.

He brought his eyes up to hers. He didn’t want to go to the party, but he couldn’t think of any excuse to tell her otherwise. He couldn’t exactly say that he was spending the night on patrol as Spider-Man. Instead he simply said, “Uh, yeah sure. I’m free.”

She pressed a kiss to his knuckles, watching the redness spread to the tips of his ears. “That’s why you’re my favourite - sorry MJ.” She dropped his hand, pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. On it, was scribbled a number, and an address. “Text me later and i’ll tell you what time.”

She left with a wink, beaming as she walked away. She genuinely enjoyed the company of the four friends, and while she was hoping that more of them would be free to hang out with her, she couldn’t deny the butterflies that flooded her stomach at the thought of Peter coming.

Behind her, Peter watched her figure retreat into the crowd of people, faintly seeing her hand come out and smack her brother on the back of the head as she walked past him.

Ned and MJ were looking at him cautiously, the blush on his skin still not fading. He had said all of 5 words to her, and even then, that was a feat.

“Dude, if you come out of that party having not confessed your intense crush on her, I think I may die from the second hand embarrassment I feel whenever she’s around you,” MJ laughed, rolling her shoulders as if to brush the feeling off. “Honestly, I feel like I need a shower to clean all of your oozing adoration.”

Peter snapped out of his gaze, turning to glare at the woman. “What are you saying? I don’t have a crush on Edith Thompson! She’s Flash’s-“

“Oh my god, we know she is Flash’s sister, but she obviously has a thing for you! She kissed you!” Ned added.

“She kissed my hand!”

“She wanted you to go hang out with her,” Betty interjected, distracted with her phone.

“She wanted all of us to go!”

MJ sighed, “And you’re nervous about hanging out with her.”

Peter groaned loudly, attracting the attention of a few passerby’s as he pulled his locker open a bit too hard. He tried to ignore the sound of the creaking metal. He was definitely nervous. He was excited, but terrified.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I am a little nervous.” He tilted his neck back, lowering his voice as Flash walked past. “She’s Edith. Shes popular and I won’t have any back up!”

Betty looked at Peter with sympathy, feeling sorry for the man. She directed the same look at Ned. Ned’s eyes widened as he realized what exactly Betty was thinking.

With a sigh he turned to his best friend, “What if Betty and I come with you? We can go to the haunted house later.”

Peters protest was met with a flick on the forehead from MJ. “I’ll be there too. Once the demon goes to bed, I’ll escape to your rescue.”

“So you have backup for when you want some alone time with Miss Thompson,” Betty winked at him, smirking at the groan that escaped his lips and the sound of his forehead clanging against a shelf in his locker following by a grumble of pain.

~~~~~

The Thompson house was well kept. Responding in Midtown Manhattan, it was exquisite like the properties flanking it. Walking distance to Central Park, close enough to school that Flash didn’t need to drive, but instead preferred to draw attention in his fathers Audi. Both Edith and Flash had their license, their birthdays a few months before Peter’s, but the elder twin preferred to walk to school or ride her bike.

Peter had never seen the house before. He knew that some people in his class had fancy houses - Liz Allen’s house was evidence enough - but with the way Flash Thompson held himself, Peter thought their house would be a mansion.

The party had begun already. The sight of various of his classmates downing liquid from red cups, grinding against one another, dressed in both elaborate, and barely obvious Halloween costumes.

He felt as if he stuck out like a very sore thumb. He couldn’t think of a costume, so he made the bold decision of wearing his Spider-Man suit, with a basic pair of jeans on top. He forwent the mask, but deeply regretted his decision. As soon as he walked in the door, Flash saw him.

He was sitting on a large lounge, people fawning around him. He was dressed as Frankenstein’s monster.

There were cups set out on the table in front of them, people bouncing quarters off of the table as a drinking game.

Flash smirked at Peter’s arrival. “Hey Penis Parker! Did you get that suit from your Stark Internship?” He mocked. “Should have picked up a Black Widow one-“

Edith smacked him in the back of the head as she walked past the lounge. “Shut it.”

She had decided on a vampire costume, which was really a large band shirt tucked into a leather mini skirt. She had fake blood dripping from her mouth, down her neck, and completed the look with vampire fangs.

She looked divine, but Peter wouldn’t let himself admit it.

She approached him, smiling a toothy welcome, showing the false fangs in the process. “How you doing, Petey? Thanks for coming.”

He struggled to bring his eyes up from her mouth, her smile was enamoring. “No-No problem. Happy to be here.”

She nodded towards the rest of the house, signaling for him to follow. She was wearing black vans, showing her short stature.

“I like your costume. Like a laidback Spider-Man.” She surveyed him young and down, and Peter tried not to shrink under her gaze. The blush was evident. “You look hot.”

“Oh! Um, you too?” He sputtered, eyes wide, more of a question than an admission. Edith simply chuckled, sending him a wink as she led him to the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of water, preferring to stay sober to make sure Flash didn’t ruin their house. She was raised with expectations of taking care of him when he got himself into trouble, so it was the least she could do to stay on top of his nuisance behavior.

“What’s your poison tonight, peter?” She asked, sipping her own drink. “You getting onto alcohol or are you gonna take the path of the sober loner with me?”

He had always pictured Edith to be a party girl - after all, she was Flash’s sister. “I’m fine with just water, thanks. I don’t drink.”

A few of Flash’s friends made their way to the kitchen, cracking jokes among themselves and eyeing Edith and Peter. The latter did his best to ignore them, feeling more uncomfortable being there by the second, but he was surprised to see Edith looking as out of place as he did.

One of them, a tall, slightly buff man with a 5 o’clock shadow brushed up against her back as he went to get a cup. He eyed peter with a smirk, leaning down to Edith ear. He made no effort to cover his whisper, “When you get sick of this nerdy weasel, you should come find me. I’m happy to show you what a real man is when he disappoints.” The unnamed jock blew a kiss at Peter before slapping Edith harshly on the behind.

Peter stepped forward to punch the asshole, but his chance was taken when Edith grabbed his wrist and put him in a chicken wing hold. The douchebags friends gasped and jeered, watching the 5”3 girl throw their friend against the kitchen counter.

Edith flicked her hair over her shoulder and leaned down to his ear, her vampire fangs shifting her appearance to a more threatening vibe.

“Rule number one of being in my house: don’t ever fucking touch me. Rule number 2: don’t overestimate how much of a good time you can bring to the table, and rule number three,” she turned to look at peter, “A real man doesn’t put his hands on another person, and you are not even half the man Peter is. So keep your hands to yourself, baby.”

She let him go, grabbing her drink and Peter’s arm and rushing out of the kitchen.

“Edith?” He asked, his worry growing the more she pulled him along without a word. He didn’t know where they were going. “Edith, are you okay?”

She dragged him outside, to the backyard specifically. They walked until they reached an old wooden staircase. It led to a treehouse to which the years have not been kind to. Peter was skeptical and didn’t quite trust the wood to hold any weight, let alone that of two people.

She went to drag him up the stairs but he wouldn’t move, pulling her back slightly. “Edith, are you okay? What happened with that guy seemed like it was about more than his disgusting attitude.”

She couldn’t deny how innocently cute peter looked. There was faint lighting, the moon providing most of the source, and the concern in his eyes shone true. It had been the first time he spoke to her all night without hesitance its nervousness lacing his tone. Perhaps it was the first time since they started at school together.

She didn’t particularly want to open up, but out of all people, she desperately wanted to know Peter, and for him to know her. Her feelings for him were too strong.

A soft sigh left her stained lips, “Just... cmon up and I’ll tell you, okay?”

She started walking up the stairs, the creaking of the old wood familiar on her ears.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Peter frowned, brown curls falling over his forehead. “It sounds like it’s going to break any second-“

She turned back to face him, her hair, almost as short as his own, flying around her. “There is nothing wrong with this tree house. If it’s going to break then you can just use your spider detector thingy and let me know.”

“Yeah you have a good point,” he nodded, moving towards the staircase, but then realisation of her words set in. He snapped his head back up her, only to see her walking through the door of the treehouse with a smirk on her face. He took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the exhausted groans that followed each thudding footstep. “What did you just say?”

She had made herself comfortable on a bean bag that looked far more new than the surrounding wood did. Her dainty hand reached across and flicked a switch, and within seconds almost two dozen fairy lights shone in the space.

“Hey MTV, welcome to my crib,” she grinned, dorkish glee in her eyes ignoring the fear on his face. His brows were high, his face pale. “Okay, okay, fine. I notice things, and one of those things, is that you’re a badass superhero.” She was picking at her fingers, suddenly so aware that Peter may be furious at her for finding out his secret.

“What? No! I’m just Peter. I can barely walk without tripping over my own feet, how could I be Spider-Man-“

She sighed loudly, interrupting his rambling. She raised a brow, trying not to smile. “I have an internship with Stark Industries. I’m a lab assistant, getting credit and extra-curricula’s for college apps.” She shook her head. “I got curious as to why I never saw you there, and I asked Tony Stark about you. He said he had never heard of you before.”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m Spider-Man!” He was visibly nervous, shaking hands and gaping mouth. Edith found it adorable. “Tony just works a lot. I don’t work with him all of the time so he wouldn’t remember me over people that are more important-“

“Not to mention that you came to school one day with no glasses, no inhaler, you’re buff as hell, and you’re literally wearing an authentic Spider-Man suit.” She rose from the bean bag, walking close enough that she could press her hand against his chest. His heartbeat was static underneath her palm. “Unless this is like, the best replica ever made, you’re Spider-Man. I’m kind of obsessed with him - well, you.”

“You’re obsessed with me?” He whispered, the smell of her perfume filling his senses.

She lifted her hand to his chin, taking him by surprise before she turned his head slightly to the left. His eyes locked into a wall full of newspapers where the headline focused on a superhero.

“I’ve been documenting since Iron Man came onto the scene in ‘08.” He turned his head back to her, but her eyes were turned down. He could faintly see a pink tinge in the tips of her ears.

He nodded softly, breathing out a heavy inhale. He tried to force his fear to subside, “Okay. You know my secret. I’m Spider-Man.” He stepped around her, careful not to touch her. His feet carried him to the other bean bag. It was a dark blue colour, a contrast against the red one that Edith made her way to. He guessed they were for her and Flash. “So, since were opening up, what’s your secret?”

Her laugh was melodic, her eyes troublesome. “You can’t handle my secrets, Petey.”

“Try me.” He smiled back at her. Her laughter was infectious. “I want to get to know Edith Thompson as more than the girl who led me to a terrifying tree house just to spill my biggest secret to me.”

She snorted, “I’m not sure there’s much more to me than that.” Her fangs were still in, fitting perfectly against her teeth. Her smile was dazzling, and the feel of her dark eyes on his face felt like he was being watched by a thousand eyes. He was starting to like the feeling. “Alright”, she crossed her leg over the other. “Speak the questions that weigh on your mind and I shall answer.”

“That douche in the kitchen...” he trailed off, watching her carefully. She didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Ex-boyfriend. Convinced to date me by Flash, expected to use me for sex, didn’t like that I have a brain in my head, I developed feelings, he cheated on me, the rest is history,” she smiled small. There was an air of unease around her, it was full of fear. She rarely had the chance to talk to people in this way. “That the answer you were looking for?”

He huffed through a smile, leaning forward onto his elbows. Almost all of his previous nerves had dissipated. After all, Edith Thompson was now one of the few people who knew of his own biggest secret. How much worse could things get? “I don’t really know what to expect from you, Edith, so yeah, I guess it will suffice.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Her voice raided in pitch, eyes crinkling with a smile.

“I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You’re an enigma. You’re popular, you’re intelligent, kind, beautiful, you stand up for people-“

“You think I’m beautiful?” She winked at him, watching as a slight blush rose on his cheeks and he stammered through some words once again.

“I, Uh, I just don’t really get why you talk to people like me, when you have so many people clinging to any bit of attention you give them.” He wrung his hands together, nervous for the answer. The thought had been going over his mind for so long.

Edith Thompson was the most popular woman in school. She had many friends, yet she chose to talk to Peter and his band of outcasts friends. He was the butt of all jokes to her twin brother, yet she gave him the time of day.

It was hard for his brain to completely comprehend that he was sitting in an old treehouse, on the Thompson residence, with Edith Thompson.

“I’m not popular,” she laughed softly. She looked almost sad, but the micro-expresssion was quickly hidden by an empty gaze and the same smile she had plastered on her face since they sat down. “I’m surrounded by people who want to be friends with my brother. I stick around him out of obligation, not desire.” She looked out the small window that was next to them. Of all the things on the property, the treehouse was the most normal. Edith and Flash had built it with their father when they were younger, and Edith got her wish for it to be as average as possible. “I love my brother, but living in his shadow is lonely. You and your friends are the only people who actually go out of their way to talk to me about more than my brother.”

“Then why don’t you just ditch him? His friends are all assholes anyways. Come join the cool club,” the joke inflated his confidence and he found himself winking before he could stop himself.

She snorted, leaning forward slightly. There was something about peter that made her want to open up. He was kind, inside and out.

“If only it were that simple,” she replied, allowing the vague response to linger in Peter’s mind. “Besides, if I weren’t around him, then I wouldn’t be able to smack him every time he’s a dick to you.”

There was a pregnant silence. It was then that the reality of the situation set in. He was at the house of the person who bullied him constantly. The sister of his bully was sitting in front of him, knowing his biggest secret and had confessed a need to defend him whenever her brother was a dick to him. Shame visibly washed over him.

He hung his head. “Y’know, you don’t have to do that.” He focused on a splintering piece of wood on the wall. Despite the damage it still looked stable. “I can defend myself.”

Edith furrowed her brows, “I-I didn’t mean to offend you, Petey. I didn’t mean to say that I was protecting you, it’s just, I know that Eugene is my responsibility to keep in line is all.” In the middle of her sentence she had stretched her body over the gap between them to lay her hand on Peter’s arm to reassure him. “It’s not the first time he has scared somebody away from me.”

“You won’t scare me away,” he smiled at her, almost sadly. “If anything, I would scare you away. I don’t have many friends outside of my little group.”

Friend. The word stuck in her mind, taunting her. She had thought her feelings were obvious to peter. She had constantly felt the need to make sure he was okay, and she routinely protected him from her douche of a brother. She was absolutely smitten with him, and she had been for a long time.

“When Eugene and I were younger, my mother told me that I need to look out for him. He tends to get himself in to trouble out of a constant need for validation. It’s been like that when our dad moved out, but dad tends to favour Eugene because he is doing well in school and has become popular.” Peter’s eyes widened. He had no idea that the Thompson parents were separated let alone that Flash had underlying triggers for his behaviour. Edith raised hair hands, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not excusing him at all. He’s an asshole and that’s the bottom line, but... I don’t know. I just understand him.

“But, he has also shown a tendency to get jealous when a man comes into my life that he doesn’t approve of. He worries that I will leave like dad did.” It was Edith’s turn to have a sad smile. “Whenever I’ve found somebody on my own, he’s made it impossible. And now that I’ve found somebody, I’m worried that he will scare you away.”

Her eyes turned down, not meeting his. The silence was full of electric tension and she fought with her growing regret. She had wanted peter to know how she felt about him, but she hadn’t wanted to pressure him. She wanted to explain her reasons for fearing the loss of him, and why she tends to jump to his defense in the face of Flash.

Peter was quiet for only a minute, but the time it took for the realization of her words to set in felt like hours for the both of them. But when he processed her words effectively, his heart began to race.

Edith Thompson had just confessed that she had feelings for him. His mind was racing with two possibilities: 1. She had figured out that he was Spider-Man and wanted to use him to further her popularity, or 2. Edith was every bit as kind and amazing as he though her to be, and she simply had feelings for him that she wouldn’t pursue.

She watched his hands move. His deft fingers seemed to run along the black spider emblem on his chest, and she could guess where his mind was traveling.

“I’ve been worried about that for a while, Petey.” Never has he seen Edith seen so shy. “Since middle school really. Long before you were Spider-Man and I was in with the popular group.”

Her words corrected his thoughts, and his eyes widened more than they both thought possible. She had always admired his large eyes, needed to stop herself from staring into them multiple times.

She could faintly see the tips of his ears tinge pink once again in the dull light.

Peter knew his next words, but they came as a shock to Edith. “I’m not going anywhere, Edith.”

Her head shaped up, her eyes searching his face from behind her haphazardly chopped bangs.

She allowed a small smile to occupy her lips, slowly stretching larger.

“I really like you,” he whispered to her, leaning forward to grab one of her smaller hands.

Her smile enlarged, showing her teeth in a vampire fanged-grin, “I really like you too, Petey.”

“Do- um,” he looked at his hand where his fingers traced over her knuckles. “Is it alright if I kiss you?”

Her heart felt a flutter at his soft spoken question and as an answer, she leaned forward to close the gap between them, her lips caressing his with such a gentle touch.

All that could be heard between them was the mingling of their breath and the bass or the music from the house.

For the first time, Edith Thompson and Peter Parker sat together, in one another’s arms. They spoke about almost anything, enjoying the company of one another. Peter had even agreed to let Edith take him on a date. They hadn’t even noticed their friends wandering around the party in search of the two of them.

“So...” he began nearly two hours after their original conversation. She hummed in reply. “How did your brother get all of the teachers to only call him ‘Flash’ instead of Eugene?”

She barked out a laugh, not quite knowing the answer herself.

“And why the fuck did he decide to be called ‘Flash’?!”

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ofmorninglory · 5 years ago

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Space Pirates (idk like Treasure Planet maybe?) + Stony or Clintasha

An expansion piece!!! To this post right here --> that’s Halbarry Space Pirates AU and honestly one of the Best AUs, no questions asked, that the lovely @magicalzatanna and I came up with when Crossover AU hell first started. Am I also adding that Barry and Clint are twin brothers? Why yes, I certainly am, and there is absolutely nothing anyone can do to stop me! This is basically Star Trek meets Something Like Treasure Planet:

(I wanted desperately to put this under read more but it won’t LET ME so I’ll tag this as “long post” and hope you guys don’t hate me too much)

Clintasha

Does Clint absolutely hate his brother for getting him into this? He does, he most certainly would love to suffocate Barry while he was sleeping. Unlike his twin brother, Clint Allen would very much love to have his feet down on Earth. Space was unpredictable, unknown, and it gave Clint the heebie jeebies to actually think about all the things that were out there, floating in space, waiting to pounce on human idiocy. Nevertheless, he was Barry’s twin brother and they had never been more than a couple of days apart. Clint loved Barry more than anything (and how could he not? How could he not adore his twin brother, who was kind and solid ground, who taught everyone around them ASL so they could talk to Clint when he wasn’t feeling like wearing his hearing aids) and the thought of letting him go off-world without him? It was unconceiveable. Sure, he hates space, but he hates the thought of his brother out there all alone even more. (Their mother is gone, their father is in jail--Clint only has Barry and he doesn’t even want to let go)

It’s a miracle that he gets into the Academy, given his hearing issues, but he figures it has something to do with being buddies with Tony Stark (who also designed all of his hearing aids, no charge or favors owned; “only the best of the best for one of my best” Stark had said back then) and how many recommendation letters administration got from other students (all of Barry’s friends, of course) commending him on his skills (near-perfect aim, spoke 3 languages fluently, skills in combat, great strategist and tactitian, also good with tech when it came down to it). He’s afraid that they might separate him and Barry, but Bruce Wayne is Captain, and chooses him and Barry in their respective departments (he’s Safety & Security while Barry’s Reasearch & Development) for the USS Justicia. Clint actually gets along pretty well with everyone in the ship, specially with the people in Barry’s Lab who all learned basic ASL language for him. He absolutely hates space with a burning passion (and he’ll continue to hate it no matter how many fucking times Barry and Tony get excited over aliens and other equally distressful scenarios), but at least he’s with his brother and that’s about enough for him.

But then there’s a fucking pirate space ship and Clint’s life goes to hell. He thought he had something going on, he really did, but space really is unpredictable. He tried telling this to Barry and Iris about five-hundred-and-forty-six times in the past, but no one ever listens to him.

Cue in Natasha Romanoff (Natalia Romanova, Natalie Rushman, she doesn’t really know anymore) who was given a second chance at life by the Captain and the Commandos (”It’s my ship!” Hal screams everytime “We are not the Commandos!” “I’m the Captain,” Steve says back, calmly, “And we are.”) Before being found by the Highball, a hideous name if she ever heard one (she’s told Hal as much), Natasha was an asset for a well-known Space Trafficking Ring. She had been picked up as a child, and then whipped into shape by Madame B, under Thaal Sinestro’s orders. Since then, she’d been doing their bidding, hollow and more than a little lost. When Sinestro came back as a Yellow Lantern after being kicked out of the Green Lantern Corps, she was sent to eliminate Hal, of course, but the power of the ring stopped her from doing it. Hal extended her an olive branch, and asked her if this really was what she wanted to be doing. Natasha fled, at first, but the more she hid from Sinestro and Madame B, the more she thought maybe Hal had a point. She finds him, his ship and his crew, and asks to join them. She had to learn to adjust to being part of a team, and she still sometimes feels odd and out of place, but Steve and Sam help her through it. Bucky tries, sure, because he understands, but he’s never been really good. The Highball is as good as any home, she thinks, and she’s warming up to the people around her little by little.

When the Highball crashes into the USS Justicia (and Tony and Hal bond over rumoured Treasure Planet that they may have been looking for since the ship was space-borne), Clint and Natasha are forced to co-exist, just like everyone else in the ship. Reparations for the USS Justicia are slow with little to no materials to actually do it, and if Clint hated space before he outright despises it now. He takes an instant interest in Natasha, because there’s something there that Clint can’t explain himself but he wants to know. Natasha is elusive and will go to great lengths to avoid him, but he’s sneaky and very good at finding her on every single hide-out in the ship. She hates him a little bit for it, but actually respects him. She starts warming up to the idea of him little by little (and it has nothing to do with how blue his eyes are, shut up, Sam) and they become kind-of-sort-of friends. They talk about combat, martial arts, his great marksmanship, the 800 languages she knows (“They’re 10, Clint.” “I CAN BARELY SAY MY NAME IN ENGLISH, TASHA”), and how their lives turned out like this. Clint probably finds Nat mid nightmare, mid panic attack, mid-I’m-still-in-the-Red-Room spiral down that seems never ending, and he’s the only one who’ll hold her and whisper sweet words into her hair, until she’s fallen back asleep in his arms. Natasha jumps in front of danger every single time Clint is in any bad situation that’s about to get worse. They suddenly start merging into a couple and no one really knows what the fuck is going on, those are facts. Barry’s just happy his brother’s got this out of space, which he seems to hate so much.

Stony

Tony Stark is head of the R&D department and second in command in the USS Justicia. He and Bruce W had never gotten along much (not like he and Bruce B, who’s a sweetheart and owns Tony’s entire heart) but they’re effective enough together that the Federation thought it was a good idea to give them their own goddamn ship. Tony doesn’t complain. Much. There’s not much waiting for him on Earth (his father disowned him, Stark Industries fell to Obadiah Stane after his parent’s untimely death) and Bruce W is a good Captain that keeps their crew in top-shape. He’s not leading any of them into battle, like so many other Captains did nowadays, and Tony revels in the quiet existance that is flying through space in a glorified saucer. He likes his team (picked Barry himself, deeply interested in his thesis) and they discover heart-stopping, amazingly cool stuff every. Single. Day. Tony couldn’t be happier, he really couldn’t. (Some days Bruce W will go to a Federation Post somewhere for meetings and Tony will get to be Captain, that’s the only instance of all of this that made it better.)

Captain Steve Rogers, or former Captain at least, used to be the captain to an important Federation vessel, the USS Valkyrie, that doesn’t exist anymore (unless you count the heap of scrap that was left of it after it was decomissioned). He was never one to follow rules, and while the Federation had given him his dream to see the stars (something he never would have dreamed of in a million years as a sickly kid, who could never even get out of bed some days), there were still some rules and regulations he simply couldn’t agree on. After getting his rank revoked and his crew relocated (except Bucky, of course, who was with him to the end of the line; he couldn’t blame the others, either, they had families to feed) Steve and Bucky are back on Earth, feeling miserable and forlorn. That is, until the Highball docks in San Francisco (illegally, might I add) and Hal Jordan, in all his glory, offers them a spot in his crew of misfits, and the rest is pretty much history. They travel space, they help people the way they always wanted, they kick-ass, take names--Steve would have never thought, at the beginning of his career, that this is where years of training at the Academy would take him. He finds he doesn’t care very much.

Until the day the Highball hits the fucking USS Justicia. Steve wants to pull out all of his hair because of course it had to be a fucking Federation vessel. Harold steps up as the calm, collected, reasonable adult that he never is, and get everyone on board. Steve thinks “hey, it can’t get much worse!” and then Tony-fucking-Stark walks through the door and he wants to die.

Steve’s been crushing on Tony since the younger man stepped into the Academy, all those years ago, except he was never really good at expressing his feelings, and no matter how much Bucky tried to get him to ask Stark on a date, all Steve managed, every single time, was get Tony angrier at him and their relationship becoming even rockier. Tony immediately recognizes him and it’s like they’re younger now, back at the Academy, and being enemies (even when Steve wanted anything but that). Tensions are high at the Highball (hah!) and Steve, bless his heart, just wants to fix the USS Justicia as fast as is possible.

Except, you know, Clint and Natasha find a goddamn map to Treasure Planet (Steve never believed it to be a thing) and Hal and Tony can’t stop vibrating in their places, shooting off at the mouth, overexcitedly, about how many things could be in this planet!! Somehow, they all get roped into searching for this planet, and Steve really, really just wants to rest. Somewhere along the way, Tony stops being all fire and brimstone, and in turn, Steve tries to be less of an awkward idiot around him (Barry helps a lot, he really does) and the two form an unlikely friendship. Since Steve is still Captain of the Highball (Hal appointed him; there was a SIGNED CONTRACT in between; Hal could own the ship all he wanted, but he still was Captain) he feels responsible for everyone inside his ship, and the adventure they’re about to undertake is, perhaps, one of the most dangerous. Steve just hopes they’ll make it through it.

#teatitty #au;sorry i crashed your space station #IN THIS HOUSE #WE LOVE SPACE AUS!!!#ALL OF THE SPACE AUS IN THIS HOUSE!!!#;long list of aus in my head #long post

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miertje1000 · 6 years ago

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Tears of starlight

Here’s my contribution to the D. Gray-man Big Bang. My partner is @limesicle who made beautiful art for my fic. Enjoy!

I divided my fic in chapters based on the artworks

summary Lavi’s mission is simple: retrieve some books from various cities and bring them back to the agency, called the Black order. Though unneeded in his opinion, the agency decides to assign him a partner with its own mission. Bookman warns him to keep an eye on his partner, but he doesn’t see why this scrawny looking beansprout would be interesting in any way. However, everyone seems to have forgotten to tell him the most important part: Allen is a dragon. Soon his own mission seems dull compared to his partner’s and he ends up getting more involved than he would have wanted. And in the meanwhile his feelings for his partner keep growing. But between a human and a dragon, let alone one born many lightyears away, a relationship can only be doomed.

rating: T

fanfiction.net : https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13056154/1/

chapter 1

art: http://limesicle.tumblr.com/post/177734019966/illustration-1-of-4-for-dgraymanbigbang-i

Lavi looked at his watch, then folded his arms again. The pole he was leaning against was starting to draw all the warmth from his back, making the wait even more uncomfortable. He'd missed one train already, if that other guy from The Order wouldn't arrive soon he would miss the other of today too and they'd have to wait for tomorrow to leave.

If only he had just gone on his own he might already have found one of the books, but Komui, nor Bookman, would listen to him when he said he didn't need this "Allen" as a bodyguard. That he was perfectly fine on his own. He wasn't too surprised the agency valued him enough to protect him when he went out looking for information, but he had expected better from the old man. However, the only thing Bookman had said was to pay extra good attention to this Allen, because apparently he was very interesting.

Too bad he couldn't observe this guy if he never even showed up.

A high, unbearable screech announced the arrival of yet another train in the station. As its doors opened, people streamed out in an unorderly chaos. Lavi's green eye scanned the crowd, looking for the familiar black uniform with the silver cross that marked every member of The Black Order. He sighed and slumped back against the pole when it seemed it was another miss this time, but then a hand stopped the closing doors and forced them back open. The person almost fell out of the train in his hurry, then needed to take a moment to straighten his long black coat that made his icy white hair stand out even more. He sighed and looked around as if he was searching for something.

With relief Lavi finally disconnected himself from the cold pole and made his way over, maneuvering between the groups of people, all moving to their own destination.

"Hey there, I take it you're Allen?" The boy turned his head quickly in surprise, then he smiled so radiantly that even his bright hair seemed dull compared to it. "Then you're Lavi?" Despite his annoyance the redhead couldn't help but grin. "That's me."

Allen sighed again, radiating relief in such heavy waves that Lavi almost got worried. "Thank the stars. I thought I would never arrive. I took the wrong train somewhere and I got hopelessly lost. I almost didn't notice this was the right stop either."

Well, at least that explained some of the boy's tardiness.

"Good you found your way anyway. Our train is leaving in ten minutes. If we go over there now, we should still make it easily."

"Okay! I'll be following you, before I get all lost again." He laughed hesitantly as he stroked a hand through his hair, probably to tidy it, but it just got messier instead.

That seemed like a good idea. He didn't feel like spending even more time on a train station. He just wanted to get on his way so he could do useful stuff, like reading or looking for the books he had to find for The Order.

"This way then." He took the lead, noticing with satisfaction that Allen was following him, though the boy kept looking around like he'd never been on a station ever before.

No wonder he had gotten lost earlier.

As they weaved through the crowd, he finally took the time to estimate his new partner.

A nasty looking scar marred the guy's left eye, pulling deep red stripes over the surrounding skin and ending in a pentacle on his forehead… Strange shape for a scar. However, that, and the so-bright-it-hurt-the-eye white hair, seemed to be the only outstanding details. He couldn't help but frown at the thought of this boy being his body guard. Allen was so scrawny he doubted the guy could even lift a weapon and his cute face made him look like he needed protection more than anyone else.

"Lavi, is anything wrong?" Two curious silver eyes fixed on his one after they seemed to have subjected him to a comparable check.

"No, nothing's wrong." He stopped as they reached the platform their train would leave from, staring in the distance to see if it was arriving, then he turned to his partner."No, actually, there's one thing I'd like to say."

Allen nodded and seemed to pay him all his interest.

"I'm sorry if this sounds a bit crude, but I don't really need protection. I don't mind you tagging along with me, but I just wanted to let you know you don't need to worry about me. I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself." So, he'd said it.

Luckily, Allen smiled in response. "I could tell that much. Don't worry, I never thought you couldn't take care of yourself. I think you misunderstood anyway. I was never assigned to you to really protect you, we're just assigned to each other because our missions take us in the same direction and Komui would like us to keep an eye out for each other. It's safer to travel together."

"Really?" Well, that would explain a lot more.

"Yeah, that's all. But I look forward to working with you." There it was again. That smile that showed all those too-white-to-be-human teeth and melted all of his negative feelings towards the boy.

"Me too."

At that point the train pulled over next to them and opened the doors.

"Let's get inside, before you get lost again."

An embarrassed blush spread on his partner's cheeks, but he laughed. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

Being a member of The Order had its benefits. A first class compartment got prepared for them the moment they entered the train, so Allen and Lavi were the only ones in the little room. They sat on the couches opposite of each other next to the window. As Lavi dug out a book and started reading, Allen refrained himself to staring to the outside world as it passed by.

However, he soon realized he wasn't picking up much from his text. He caught himself lowering the book a tiny bit every time to steal a glance at his partner, wondering what exactly had to be so special about him that the old man had found worthy enough to mention. A few minutes went by, without anything changing at all, then he finally put the book on his lap, giving in to his curiosity.

"So, Allen, what does a beansprout like you have to do in those places the Order is sending us?" The boy lifted his head from the hand he'd been leaning on. "Beansprout?" he repeated with a frown.

"Yeah, well, you know…" Lavi clarified, "You don't look like much of a fighter. I always thought most members of The Orders were good at combat, protecting all the innocent people and all."

The frown deepened even more and the boy sounded a bit defensive as he answered: "You're mistaking. I can fight perfectly fine. I was sent on a mission to defeat enemies of The Order."

Lavi grinned. "You must be kidding. What kind of weapon do you specialize in?" "None really. I don't usually use any human weapons. And what about you?" The silver eyes narrowed a little. "You don't look much like a fighter yourself."

Ouch, he could have known he would get the sentiment returned. However, he was right. "I'm not much of a fighter indeed. My grandfather is a librarian at The Order. I help him out and at some moments that means I need to go out and look for new information. But I have a hammer in case I need to protect myself, which is at least more than a certain beansprout."

Allen didn't seem to like the joke so much. "Sounds like I must have been mistaking. If you're just a librarian Komui probably thought you could use a strong partner for protection."

This guy was taking it all way too serious. "Well, now you've done it." He grabbed the first soft thing he could feel in his bag and threw it at his partner.

The feather hit him on his pale, delicate nose and made him sneeze. "What was that for?!" Lavi grinned and leaned back in his seat. "Payback for thinking you're any better than me. How old even are you? I bet I'm older than you."

"You wish."

He hadn't really planned on starting off on the wrong foot with Allen, but the way the boy snapped at his teasing was just way too amusing. "Oh, so that's why you have the white hair."

"Oh, shut up."

With a soft swirl the feather floated through the air and almost hit Lavi's eye. He blew at it in reflex.

"You know, if you want to look old you'd better get a mustache. That might help." He let one of his hands glide in his bag. As soon as he felt what he was looking for, he started loosening the lid of the tiny bottle.

Allen had crossed his arms now and leaned his face against the window, not paying much attention to his partner anymore. "I think I've got enough whiskers as it is."

"No way. You're definitely missing something." It wasn't smart of the boy to look out of the window. Because of it he didn't see the feather approaching in time and the moment he finally pulled back in shock he already had a first black stripe above his lip.

He looked at the redhead with an incredulous expression, then felt at the line that smudged over his fingers.

Lavi grinned challengingly, swirling the feather between his fingers.

However, with his small body, the beansprout was faster than he'd expected. Suddenly the boy was right on him already, feather stolen from his hands and the tip scratching over his face. Lavi dug to the couch, rolled out from under Allen and hit the ground. As the boy tried to regain his balance he reached forward and snatched the feather out of his hands.

"You thought you could beat me to it?" He dodged another attack from his partner, dug under his arms and took that chance to draw another line on the pale face. "You'll be getting a mustache first."

"Get off me."

Suddenly a pale hand was planted in his face, making his grip on his weapon loose enough for Allen to take it back. He shook his head, trying to free himself, but his opponent took that moment to hook his legs around him, imprisoning his arms to his chest with incredible power for such a scrawny guy. He wriggled to get free, but Allen had more than enough time to fill his face with doodles.

"Hmm, I need more ink." The boy reached back to dip the point in the ink bottle.

Lavi immediately noticed his chance. With the balance of the boy shifted he used his legs to push off against the couch, shoving himself under Allen so the boy toppled over with a surprised yelp and landed on him, relaxing his legs in the process and thus unlocking Lavi's arms again. However, he didn't get much time to feel victorious, because then something wet splattered on his face and the sound of something hard hitting the ground distracted him from their little fight.

Allen scrambled up with a confused expression, feeling his head with one of his hands. Both were pitch black. Half of the usually so white strands was covered all over with the ink, making the boy look spotted like a cow. The rest of the liquid was dripping down, staining his pale face and making the scar almost invisible.

The sight was so ridiculous that Lavi burst out in laughter.

For a moment Allen looked even more surprised when he took a look at his now black hand, making all of it even more funny.

"Allen, you… you look ridiculous." He managed to force out, even if he could barely breath between the fits of laughter torturing his chest.

Finally the boy looked at him and started to smile. "Have you taken a look at yourself?" And as he stared at Lavi, Allen finally seemed to start to grasp the full hilariousness of their situation, because finally suppressed chuckles turned into a laughter synchronous to Lavi's.

"I can't believe we got ink all over each other in the first hour we've met." Allen chuckled.

"You were a worthy opponent though," Lavi answered with a grin when he finally was able to breathe again. "I'll take back my doubts of you being a good fighter."

"Are you taking back me being a beansprout too?"

"Oh no, you're still a beansprout. You can't run from your true nature, Allen."

It probably wasn't very smart to anger his opponent once again. He was in a disadvantage, still lying on the ground with Allen sitting on him.

As expected the boy was not going to accept it. He pushed a black finger against Lavi's nose. "Oh no, you're going to take it back."

The redhead turned away his face. "Never. Once a beansprout, always a beansprout." "I'm not a beansprout!" Suddenly Allen leaned forward and did the last thing Lavi had expected. He bowed his head and shook the hair, still dripping with ink, right in his opponent's face.

Lavi spluttered as the piercing taste of ink filled his mouth together with strands of hair. He could feel the skin of his face get wet of the black liquid.

Allen finally ceased his attack, leaning back with a victorious grin. "Are you admitting defeat?"

"Definitely not, my face is already dirty, there's nothing you can threaten me with anymore."

"Oh yeah?" A devilish look crossed the once so cute face as Allen snatched the forgotten feather from the ground and held it in front of his victim's face. "I can still tickle you with this."

Lavi's eye widened. "No way. You're the devil."

"Admit I'm not a beansprout."

"But I'm taught I can't lie."

"Admit it!"

The tiny ends of the feather were brushing over his nose, making him feel ready to sneeze.

"Alright, alright, I give up!" He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. "I shouldn't have called you beansprout."

Allen smiled in satisfaction and finally stood up, putting the feather next to Lavi's bag. He brushed through his sticky hair as he sent a quick glance at his reflection in the window. "We should go clean ourselves. We look horrible."

"Doesn't mean you still aren't one though," Lavi protested softly under his breath.

He earned a sharp silver look that immediately shut him up.

However, Allen let it slide. He opened the door and stepped out. Lavi followed him, but got stuck in the doorway when his companion froze.

"Something's wrong." All jokes were gone from the boy's voice. "I smell blood."

"Are you sure?" He sniffed himself, but he couldn't smell anything strange.

"This way."

Allen crept through the hallway silently, leading them to the second class cart. He pushed himself against the wall next to the door and Lavi followed his example on the other side. Together they turned and tried to peer into the hallway sided by simple chairs.

By now Lavi could smell it too. The metallic scent of blood made the hair in his neck stand up, but it didn't prepare him for the scenery they found in front of them.

A man was standing in the middle with bloodied hands. At his feet lay a person who was probably the owner of the red liquid. Most of the other people had fled, but some red smudges on the windows told him not all of them had been as lucky. With a nauseous feeling Lavi pulled his head back and pushed himself flat against the wall.

"It's an akuma," Allen whispered softly after he'd pulled back as well.

"Akuma?" He'd heard about it before, but he couldn't believe he was finding one here.

However, Allen understood the question wrongly. "Wyverns that take the form of a human and take orders from the Millennium earl. This is what I was sent out for: to defeat as many of them as I can."

"How are you so sure it's an akuma and not just a human murderer? It doesn't look like a wyvern at all." Allen wrinkled his nose. "I can smell it."

"You can smell it?"

"That's why I was assigned on this mission. Because I can take them apart in contrary to other members of The Order." He detached himself from the wall. "I'll take it out now."

Lavi stared at his scrawny partner for a moment, then pictured the bloody scene in the carriage. He had to be joking. This guy could never survive something like that.

"No, I'll take him on." He pulled his hammer from the belt around his hip.

However, Allen was not going to give in so easily. "Definitely not. This is my mission."

"It's too dangerous. What can a guy without a weapon do?"

Silver eyes narrowed, but a playful spark jumped through them. "Fine, we'll make it a challenge. The first to kill the akuma wins."

Before Lavi could even respond the boy jumped around the corner and shot inside the carriage.

"Allen!" He jumped after his partner to stop him, but he wasn't nearly as quick enough.

Allen raced through the path between the chairs with such speed that he was already there when the wyvern raised his head and noticed him. Before the akuma could do anything, the boy was already on him and forced him to the ground.

When Allen stood up again the body under him didn't move anymore.

Lavi was still standing in the doorway, feeling like he was slow as a snail.

"Are you sure it's dead?"

Allen nodded, then grabbed his victim at its collar and started pulling it over the floor with him. It was quite a large man, but the boy made it seem like it weighted nothing.

"So, what do we do now?"

"I get rid of the body while you start washing your face. There's still ink all over it," Allen stated. "The Order will take care of the expenses of cleaning up."

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Only now Lavi noticed one of the pale hands was stained with more than just ink. The blood seemed to come out of the corpse's neck.

"Did you do that with your bare hands?"

"I told you I don't use human weapons. I've got more than enough with just my own." Allen passed him. "Now go the bathroom. I'll be there soon too."

Lavi stared at the boy until he got out of sight, then sighed and shook his head. Allen was right, he had to get this ridiculous black stuff off his face.

So he followed his partner's orders and looked for a bathroom. There he washed his hair and scrubbed his face until every bit of it was gone. It wasn't easy, but he was used by ink stains by now. When they got on his hands he wouldn't even bother getting them off, but this wasn't the first time he got them on his face or hair either.

As he came out he found Allen on the other side of the door waiting for him.

One question kept bothering him: "How did you get rid of it?"

Allen looked up in surprise, then smiled a little ominously. "I ate it."

"Right, it's totally credible a cute beansprout like you eats wyverns."

He got a flick on his nose for the language. "You'd better watch out before this beansprout gets hungry and decides to eat you too." The tone of his voice matched his dangerous expression earlier. Luckily, he passed Lavi instead and disappeared into the bathroom to wash himself as well.

As Lavi waited on the other side of the door, he replayed all the minutes he'd spent with Allen in his head to try to understand more of the strange boy. Slowly he was starting to get the feeling the old man might have been right, but he couldn't quite see who Allen was yet. Maybe it would be better to ask some questions later.

"Allen, are you almost ready?" It was taking ages.

Allen sounded a little stressed as he answered through the door. "I'm sorry, I'm really trying, but I just can't seem to get the stains out of my hair."

Suddenly picturing the snow white hair Lavi sighed in understanding. He opened the door and peered inside. "Do you need any help?"

The boy was standing in front of the mirror, his dripping hair soaking his coat as he looked at the grey strands he was holding between his fingers. The expression on his face was a little desperate, so Lavi tried real hard not to laugh as he stepped in.

"Here, dip your head back in. I'll try to get it off for you. I'm used to this kind of stuff." With a defeated sigh Allen followed the order, plunging his head back under the tap.

Slowly but efficiently Lavi set himself to work. He massaged the strands with skilled hands and rubbed the ink off of them as he would do on his own. The white hair didn't want to return to its color as quickly as his, but since he was standing over it, he could easily see where it needed a little bit more persuasion.

Allen sighed under him as he worked through the strands almost mechanically, like he was enjoying the free head massage. The thought made Lavi's fingers tingle a bit, or maybe it was just the hair rubbing his skin continuously. It was kind of satisfying to see the dark shadow disappear and the more he worked on it, the more he was starting to like the soft, though wet, strands that brushed over his hands. Unexpectedly he found himself wondering what it would feel like when it was dry and he felt a strange longing to find out.

When he really didn't seem to be able to make any progress anymore he turned off the tap, helped Allen wring most of the water out of it and then stepped back to let the boy flip it back and raise his head. His partner checked the progress in the mirror, his eyebrows knitted together a little.

"You can still see it. It's not as white as the rest."

"I'm afraid the rest will have to come off on its own. But I'm sure it won't take long. Others probably won't even see it if they don't know about it." Allen's frown deepened a little. "I hope so." Then he turned around and seemed to shake off his trivial worries. "We should check the rest of the train. There might be more akuma aboard. I just want to be sure there won't be more people dying when I can prevent it."

Lavi nodded. "I can't smell them, so I'll just follow you."

They patrolled from the front, where people were working hard to satisfy the locomotive with its never ending desire for coal, all the way to the back, but no other akuma were discovered. As they finally stepped through the last door, ending up outside on a little platform with a fence and staring out on the rails disappearing from under them, Lavi felt like this was the right time.

"So, Allen, who are you really?"

His partner turned away from the passing landscape in confusion. "I told you. I'm Allen walker, member of The Order and I was sent out to fight the millennium earl and his akuma."

Lavi studied the boy's face, but he really seemed honest. "But that's not all, is it? Everyone keeps saying you're very interesting, so there must be something special about you. Something you aren't telling me."

Now Allen seemed to understand it even less. "The only thing I could think of that's special about me is that I'm the last dragon, but you already know that." Lavi froze, staring at his partner in shock. "Say what now?"

"You mean you didn't?" Silver eyes widened in surprise. "You were assigned to me, with the statement that I'm 'interesting' but they didn't think of telling you the most important part?"

"Well, it seems so." He let his eyes travel over his partners body, but couldn't find anything that seemed to prove his statement. He seemed perfectly human to him. How could such a scrawny beansprout even be such a giant reptile? It just didn't make sense. "So, how does that work, being a dragon?"

Allen shrugged his shoulders. "I usually walk around as a human because it makes my job easier and because there are still many people who would hunt me if they'd see a dragon, but when I want to I can turn back. To fight for instance, or to fly." As he mentioned the last word he dipped his head back to stare at the blue sky longingly. "Then I can feel closest to home."

It really sounded unbelievable, but his curiosity was fueled. "Would you show me?"

Allen seemed to awaken from his daydream and smiled. "Sure! But not now. This isn't really the time for a dragon to start flying around. The people in the train are scared enough already because of the akuma. I promise to show you soon."

If there was something Lavi didn't like, it was having to wait to quell his curiosity, but he knew patience was needed for that more often than not. So he held out his hand and grinned. "Deal."

Allen's silver eyes flickered like little stars as he shook it. "Deal."

Their carriage was covered in ink, to the horror of the train personnel, so they had to move rooms. The black liquid was a hell to wash off and Lavi foresaw a very disappointed Komui when he'd hear the Order would have to pay for this.

Maybe ink-fights could better be avoided in the future. Allen seemed to share that thought, because he looked hopelessly embarrassed by the whole incident.

The train still had a long way to go, so as darkness set in, the two males made themselves comfortable on the couches the best they could and closed their eyes to catch some sleep before they would arrive at their destination.

Lavi didn't sleep very well. His mind was restless and dreams woke him up every few hours. Some time before dawn he went to use the bathroom, but when he returned he realized something was off.

The other couch was empty. The used, thin blanket lying on a messy heap in one corner.

Where was Allen?

Images of the bloodbath earlier made him feel anxious, until he decided he wouldn't be able to sleep like this anyway and stepped out into the hallway.

All the carriages were quiet and peaceful. Most people were still sleeping, making the train engine sound incredibly loud.

He searched the carts one after the other, but never did he see the familiar white mob of hair. Allen would definitely stand out if he were anywhere, so that meant he was gone.

There were just two possibilities: either he had gotten off the train, or he had gone somewhere not inside of it somehow, which left the roof. It didn't seem very likely, but with the ominous feeling building up inside of him, Lavi found himself at the back of a carriage, climbing the ladder, anyway.

It was still very cold outside. His breath left his mouth in tiny white puffs, though they seemed almost grey compared to the white hair of the one he was looking for. Without the moon he might not have been able to make out where he was putting his hands, but the giant boll was floating in the sky proudly, showering the world with light as silver as Allen's eyes. It revealed the empty landscape. Mountains at one side, a huge plain reaching out to the horizon on the other. Lavi halted at the top of the ladder to admire the beautiful scenery, then turned his head and finally found the icy white figure he'd been looking for.

Allen was sitting with his legs folded under him, his eyes staring into the distance. With his pale skin lighting up under the moonlight and his eyes glittering like stars, he seemed almost unreal. More like a ghost than a human… or a dragon.

"So this is where you were."

Allen looked up in surprise as Lavi finally stepped onto the roof and crawled over to him carefully.

"What are you even doing here? It's the middle of the night. You ought to be in bed right now."

The boy revealed two rows of perfectly white teeth is response. "I could ask you the same. Aren't you sitting on a train roof right now too?"

"Because I was looking for you!" Lavi protested as he scooted over to his partner. "I noticed you were gone and I got worried you know."

Allen's cheeks flushed a little and he looked away as he apologized: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry. I just felt like getting out early."

"Early? The sun hasn't even risen yet!" As he said it he eyed the huge collection of stars scattered in the black sky.

"That's the best time." Allen put his hands behind him and tilted his head back to look at the heavenly lights as well. "I like to look at the stars. They remind me of home."

That comment raised one particular question inside Lavi. "What does the home of a dragon look like?"

Allen laughed like he hadn't ever had the question before. "Like that." He nodded upwards.

As much as he had thought this guy took things way too serious, he was starting to come back from that conclusion entirely. "I guess you have stars anywhere, but seriously, where do dragons live? Or at least used to before they almost went extinct?"

The boy tilted his head to the side, reflecting the stars directly towards Lavi with his eyes. "I don't know. I'm not like most other dragons. I wasn't born down here, but up there."

Alright then, he would play this game with him. "How do you get born in the sky?"

Allen smiled, but it wasn't an entirely happy expression. "By being a star of course."

"So why would a cute, shiny star like you be here on our puny earth?" This was almost turning into some kind of lame flirt starter now.

However, the nostalgia nestling deep into his partner's face was very real. "Because I was sent here to complete a mission. I need to find a certain man and stop him." He sighed longingly. "I miss it though. My father, Mana, is up there. I really want to see him again."

Lavi followed his gaze, but however much he stared at the stars, they just seemed like bright spots in a dark sky to him. They were just balls of fire he had read in scientific books. However, Allen seemed to really believe what he was saying. "Then why don't you go visit him for a moment?"

"Because they'll just send me back like last time." Allen pulled his knees against his chest and wrapped his arms around them like he was cold. "This mission is very important. I need to find this person before the millennium earl and his wyverns do."

So the millennium earl was looking for the same thing. "What kind of person are you looking for?"

"Someone who will take down the stars and burn the earth," was the ominous answer.

"Does someone like that really exist?"

When Allen's eyes fixed on him he could feel the full extent of the boy's believe wash over him. "Yes, Lavi, that person exists. That's why it's crucial I keep looking for him before it's too late. I'm starting to run out of time."

He nodded. He couldn't possibly argue with that.

Suddenly Allen stretched himself and yawned. "It's about time I go stretch my muscles a little."

"Didn't you just do that," Lavi teased as he looked at how his partner got on his legs.

Allen sent him an amused look. "All of my muscles. I'm going to take a little flight before the sun comes up and we get into inhabited area."

Despite his disbelief Lavi felt excitement wash over him. "So I get to see it now?"

However, his partner smiled apologetically. "Not yet, sorry. I wasn't planning on going into a full transformation. I don't want to scare any of the passengers more than needed. But I promise you it will be soon."

Lavi sunk back in disappointment. "Then how are you going to fly?"

Allen shrugged his shoulders. "By unfolding my wings, I guess."

And as he said it two white structures spread out from his back. Membranes as grey as the moonlight stretched out over bony limps, sparkling with tiny, shiny scales. Though they would seem small for a dragon, the wings looked huge on Allen's small stature. They swayed a little in the breeze of the train.

"I'll see you at dawn," Allen promised when Lavi didn't speak of surprise. Strong muscles lifted the bat-like limps, then forced them down with multiple times that force. Lavi's hair blew around his face from the pressure created. As he watched, the boy rose to the sky, turned his wings and soared away. After a few moments he disappeared out of sight behind one of the mountains.

"This is ridiculous." He was so going to yell to the old man to tell him important information like this beforehand next time.

#dgmbigbang #fanfic #Laven #hurt/comfort #fantasy #Dragon!Allen #Star!Allen

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glamoursarusrex · 7 years ago

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BAT FAM SHORTS: THE FAMILY MEETING

Hey, y’all this is my first public screenplay. I had to fix formatting to fit this platform. So that’s why this is so long. This is heavily inspired by bat family art work I’ve seen. I’ll be posting more under #Bat Fam Shorts. I hope you enjoy!

INT. Batcave Conference area - day

BATMAN (38), wearing his uniform, is at the head of a long table holding a clip board. Seated around the table are his kids in full uniform. Starting with Batman's right is BLACK BAT (13). The rest of the right side are SPOILER (15), RED ROBIN (15), SUPERBOY C.K. (Conner Kent) (15), ORACLE (21), and RED HOOD (18).

On Batman's immediate left is NIGHTWING (22). The rest of the left side are RAVEN (17), SUPERBOY J.K. (Jon Kent) (10), ROBIN (12), an empty chair, and THE SIGNAL (16). ALFRED PENNYWORTH (74) stands behind Batman and to the side. Batman flips a page on his clip board.

BATMAN: Alright, before we start this meeting. I'm gonna take roll call. Nightwing?

Nightwing waves his hand. He has a big smile.

NIGHTWING: Present!

BATMAN: Oracle?

Oracle is ferociously typing away at her laptop. She doesn't look up.

ORACLE: Here.

BATMAN: Dammit, Barbara. No coding at the table.

ORACLE: I'm not coding.

Oracle turns her laptop to show the family.

ORACLE: I found dog memes.

Nightwing, Spoiler, and The Signal coo with delight and cheer. Damian nods and politely claps.

BATMAN: Settle down.

The table is still a flurry with chatter.

BATMAN: I said quiet!

At that, everyone silences.

BATMAN: No technology at the table. And that goes for you too, Red Robin.

Red Robin looks up from his machine he's building.

RED ROBIN: But, Bruce, technology is what I'm here for!

BATMAN: Yes, for patrols, not at the table. No technology or weapons at these meetings.

He glares at Red Hood and Robin who put their swords and guns away. Superboy C.K. leans over to Red Robin.

SUPERBOY C.K.: I guess Batman really does have no chill.

BATMAN: Conner, what the hell are you doing here? You're Superman's kid.

SUPERBOY C.K.: So's Jon.

He points to Superboy J.K.

BATMAN: I promised Lois, I would babysit him while she's at work. Nevertheless, this meeting pertains to my kids, only.

SUPERBOY C.K.: Then, what's Raven doing here?

He points at Raven who is reading a book.

BATMAN: She dresses in dark clothing and is named after a bird. She is practically one of my own.

RAVEN: My mind and soul are constantly at odds with the sinful temptation of my father's tainted siren's call.

BATMAN: Yeah, good for you, dear. Let me see... Black Bat?

Black Bat signs to him.

BATMAN: Louder.

She rolls her eyes and signs with bigger gestures.

BATMAN: Thank you!

He looks to Spoiler.

BATMAN: And you are?

SPOILER: Spoiler.

Batman looks to her confused.

SPOILER: You know? I was originally your Robin...Batgirl.

BATMAN: Oh. What was your name? Sarah?

Spoiler shakes her head.

BATMAN: No? Sally? ... No. Susan!... No. No. It's Scarlet!

SPOILER: It's actually Steph-

BATMAN: Wait. I got this. It's Samantha.

Spoiler sighs in frustration.

SPOILER: Sure. Whatever.

Batman looks back to his list.

BATMAN: Signal?

THE SIGNAL: Here.

BATMAN: Robin?

ROBIN: Here, Father.

RED HOOD: You're gonna want to keep the meeting short, Bruce. Or it's gonna cut into his nap time.

ROBIN: Did you really need to stoop that low?

RED HOOD: Only to get to your eye level.

Some of the bat kids snicker at this. Robin fumes.

ROBIN: You're the burst appendix of this family, Todd!

Red Hood mockingly pats Robin on the head.

RED HOOD: Aw! Is that your first big word, little guy?

Robin fumes and pulls out his sword. He points it at Red Hood. Superboy J.K. holds him back.

ROBIN: How about I rearrange your organs, imbecile?

RED ROBIN: Guys, maybe now's not the-

RED HOOD and ROBIN: No one asked you, Drake!

Oracle turns her laptop with a youtube video towards the boys.

ORACLE: Why fight, when you can see these two puppies wrestle?

Nightwing excitedly points to Alfred. He jumps up and down in his seat.

NIGHTWING: And Alfred's making us cookies later, right?

ALFRED PENNYWORTH: I'm sorry, Master Dick. But I believe that the behavior of your brothers indicate that the bat kids do not deserve cookies.

Nightwing's lip quivers. Tears roll down his face. He flops his upper body onto the table and cries.

NIGHTWING: No cookies? What is life worth, anymore?

Without looking up from her book, Raven pats Nightwing on the head.

RAVEN: There there. Who's the big bird?

Nightwing sniffles then calms down a little.

NIGHTWING: I'm the big bird.

RAVEN: Yes, you are.

The Signal does a sharp intake.

THE SIGNAL: If you're the big bird, then Sesame Street's really gone downhill.

The other bat kids but Raven and Nightwing laugh at this. Batman bangs his fist on the table.

BATMAN: Can't we have a semblance of order at just one of these meetings?

The FLASH (35) superspeeds into the scene. He looks at Batman paniced.

FLASH: Batman, what's the emergency?

BATMAN: Flash, how good of you to finally show up. You're late for our meeting.

FLASH: What meeting?

NIGHTWING: The meeting with the bat kids.

Flash looks at the group confused.

FLASH: Whoa whoa! Bruce, I'm not one of your kids.

BATMAN: Don't be ridiculous.

FLASH: Dude, we're almost the same age.

Batman glares at Barry.

BATMAN: Bartholomew Henry Allen, do you want to be grounded?

Flash runs and sits in the seat between Robin and Signal.

FLASH: No, sir!

Batman looks wide eyed at his list. He looks around paniced.

BATMAN: We're missing Spoiler! Where is she?

Spoiler face palms and sighs in frustration. Batman hits a button on his utility belt. Red sirens pop out of the ceiling and scions ring.

BATMAN: We're missing a bat kid! Nobody panic.

He pulls out a bat shaped megaphone from behind his cape. He speaks through it.

BATMAN: I repeat, nobody panic! Oracle, track her communicator!

ORACLE: Uh, Batman-

BATMAN: Do you want your bat sibling to die?

Oracle looks to Spoiler confused.

ORACLE: I guess not...

BATMAN: Then, send the goddamn signal!

Signal gets up. Batman motions for him to sit down.

BATMAN: Not you, the other signal.

Oracle types on her laptop. A beeping comes from Spoiler. She pulls out a blinking communicator. Batman leaps onto the table and lifts her up to meet his eye level.

BATMAN: Start talking! Why do you have Spoiler's communicator, Sandra?

Spoiler struggles in his grip.

SPOILER: Because, I'm Spoiler.

BATMAN: No you're not. Stephanie is Spoiler.

SPOILER: My name is Stephanie!

Batman looks at her confused.

BATMAN: You're who?

SPOILER: Stephanie Brown.

Batman scrunches his brow.

SPOILER: I'm Spoiler! Geez, you would think the world's greatest detective would recognize his own children.

BATMAN: Hm.

Batman looks at the rest of the table.

BATMAN: Can anyone confirm?

SPOILER: Oh my God!

Evryone gives physical or verbal affirmations except Robin who gives an evil smile.

ROBIN: I've never seen that woman in my life!

Robin gets hit with a tranq and slumps on the table after after impact. Red Hood quickly puts his Tranquilizer gun and acts like nothing happened.

RED HOOD: Where did that come from? Who knows? Brucey, she's the real deal. Just smell the waffles on her breath.

The other bat kids snicker.

RED HOOD: Or checkout her unwashed and wrinkled cape.

SPOILER: Thank you, Ja-

RED HOOD: She also has her mismatched boots.

Spoiler looks down at her boots.

SPOILER: They're mismatched?

RED HOOD: Red Robin also gave her a hicky on the back of her-

SPOILER: Thank you, Jason! I think he gets it!

Red Robin clears his throat and ferociously tinkers with a computer card. He avoids eye contact. Batman puts Spoiler down.

BATMAN: I guess you are her. But why didn't you say something earlier?

Spoiler fumes. She curls her fist and moves towards Batman. Black Bat grips the back of her neck. Spoiler falls onto her snoring. Black Bat rocks her in her lap.

ALFRED PENNYWORTH: Master, I think it is quite necessary that you move on with the meeting.

THE SIGNAL: Yeah. Why are we here?

Batman hops from the table and looks back on his clipboard. He pauses.

BATMAN: Uh. I don't remember, anymore.

RED ROBIN: What do you mean, "you don't remember"?

BATMAN: I guess, I lost my train of thought. But, I think this gathering had merit. Everyone's here and we only have two unconscious heroes this time. I call it a success. You can return to your duties.

The bat kids groan. The Flash looks around confused.

FLASH: That's it? That's what your meetings are like?

NIGHTWING: Welcome to the Bat Family!

Fade to: Black

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nyahben · 8 years ago

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Tagged by @electric-bluejay (omg THANKS)

Nickname(s): Ben

Star sign: Libra

Height: 178 cm (i find centimetres more exact than feet-inches tbh)

Time right now: 9:20 AM

Last thing I googled: “star vs” (i was looking for the release date of the next episode because i hAVE NO PATIENCE)

Favorite Music Artists: imagine dragons, twenty one pilots, bastille, fall out boy, p!atd, the fold, aivi and surashu, gerard way, mcr, linkin park, a great big world, two door cinema club, natewantstobattle/nathan sharp, mother mother, adam young/owl city and red hot chilli peppers

Song stuck in my head: my mind keeps switching between songs rn it’s like a radio station tbh

Last movie I watched: .......spider-man 3 (look i loved james franco’s goblin okay?? he was like 0% accurate but he was SO COOL)

Last show I watched: star wars rebels

What I am wearing: a t-shirt and shorts rn

When I made this blog: two years ago? i think? it was like, mid-2015 i think

Kind of stuff I post: mostly fandom stuff and memes, though you get the occasional bad art piece/sketch on my art blog

Do I get regular asks: nah, i did last month but it’s been quiet for a few weeks now rip

Why did I choose my url: ben reilly’s back in the marvel u, and i thought hey - my name’s ben.... ben reilly’d be a good url...... and this happened. it’s way better than my last one but i’m thinking of changing it again tbh

Gender: male

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

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Pokémon team: team mystic!! but i don’t play much pkmn go anymore, its far too cold for me to hatch any eggs...

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Favourite Characters: are you McFreaking™ kidding me i have too many faves to list. ok i’m gonna try though: takeshi shirogane, princess allura, zane julien, jay (from the ninjago movie), miles morales, kamala khan, cindy moon, gwen poole, riri williams, wade wilson, peter parker (but not as of the post-superior asm run, he just doesn’t feel right anymore), doreen green, connie maheshwaran, garnet, peridot, lapis lazuli, lan fan, riza hawkeye, ling yao, artemis fowl, holly short, undyne, alphys, darwin watterson, ellie (tlou), luna lovegood, hermione granger, maya fey, ema skye, trucy wright, klavier gavin, nahyuta and dhurke sadmadhi, apollo justice, damian wayne, barbara gordon, bruce wayne, starfire, barry allen, oreki houtarou, satsuki kiryuin, kaladin stormblessed, raoden, kelsier, sazed, shallan davar, dalinar kholin, tadashi hamada, mabel pines, stanley pines, bill cypher, every single character from nichijou, reigen, nine and eleven from terror in resonance, every single version of link and zelda, every single character from gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun, anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, han solo, poe dameron, finn, cassian andor, chirrut and baze, rex salazar, agent six, percy jackson, leo valdez, nico di angelo, annabeth chase, luke castelan, pyrrha nikos, nora valkyrie, wirt and greg (otgw) and every single character from my hero academia - and that’s not even all of them i’ve missed a LOT (good luck figuring out what they’re all from)

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exoticarmy127 · 8 years ago

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#GetCreative project: where readers become writers.

Hey guys! 2016 has passed and it was definitely a very busy year. I finished book 3 in the Dark & Wild series, edited two books, all the while keeping up with my new day job. There was so much going on that the year passed without Switch it Up Week ever gracing this blog. I want to apologize for being unable to hold this event as promised, since this was supposed to be an annual thing. But to make up for it, there will be two Switch it Up events this year! So part 2 will happen in the second half of the year.

Switch it Up Week 2017: #LSS Edition is the same as our previous event back in 2015. This is basically a reversal of roles where for a whole week, you guys get to be the writers on this blog instead of myself. <3 It’s a great opportunity for scenario blog newbies to promote their works and for everyone to try and dip their toes into writing their own stories. You can check out some of the amazing 2015 submissions HERE.

However, this year’s prompts are not going to be random lines and quotes like that of 2015, which brings me to the sub title: #LSS Edition.

As you all know, I have a series in this blog called LSS a.k.a. Love Song Series (mobile masterlist). Similar to this story playlist, you would have to write a piece inspired by songs lyrics.

But before we get to the prompts, let’s get into the mechanics on how you can participate in this event!

Mechanics

This is a fanfiction drabble/scenario game featuring one-shots with a word limit of 4,000 words. Chaptered works or any writings that would exceed the word count would not be acknowledged or re-blogged.

Choose a member from BTS or EXO to feature. Pairings and ships are allowed. You may feature other fandoms (e.g if you want Harry Potter to make a cameo in your story, why not?) but BTS/EXO must be the main characters.

Choose only one of the prompts from the list. I will not require lyrics to appear in your stories for you can interpret the whole song (though it would be nice if you guys focus on the lyrics provided) but if you want to challenge yourselves, by all means go ahead.

Make sure to include the prompt in your post, highlight it in BOLD, and then put the word count before the story begins.

Any genre is accepted. If you will be writing smut or themes of violence, sexuality, language use/profanities, and any form of abuse, please put warnings/triggers so that readers would be informed.

To submit your works, simply make a post and tag me:(@exoticarmy127) This is IMPORTANT for I will be looking at my notifications and browsing through my username tag, so you need to tag me so I would be able to reblog your works.

Switch it Up Week is from February 01 - 10 2017. Submissions would be posted simultaneously, so in the next few days, be ready to see stories on my blog dash… written by YOU. ;)

HAVE FUN AND GET CREATIVE!!! Keep in mind: the first idea that comes to your mind once you see a certain prompt is your best idea. But think again and that just might be your greatest idea.

Lastly, read the mechanics again and make sure all rules are followed. For questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I’ll answer them as soon as I can. :)

Requirements

Stories must have titles.

Author’s name should be written at the end of the story, with a link to your personal/scenario blog (consider this a reference for readers who would want to read more of your works. If you have a masterlist page, this is the place to link it to.).

At the beginning of your story, write the word count, main characters, triggers/warnings (if any), and that this is an entry for exoticarmy127’s Switch it Up Week 2017 (This is for tagging purposes :P) and put in a link to this post so others will be informed and they may want to join too.

REBLOG THIS POST if joining (or just help me promote the event! The more the merrier, right?)

Some final notes: this is not a contest and is created for the enjoyment of readers and writers on this site. I believe each piece is a work of art and should be appreciated. If you like a story, reblog it and give the author your comments! They’re going to love that. Rest assured that all the stories I will reblog will have notes from me. I’ll be your first reader, after all. haha! Though please be patient. I can only read and reblog so much and I need to comment on each story but yes, I will read all of them.

Are you ready for the prompts? Without further ado, here’s the playlist!

*I’ve included the song titles and its artist so you guys could look it up and listen. <3

“Once I was seven years old…” (7 Years by Lucas Graham)

“I like being submerged in your contradictions…” (Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz)

“Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong.” (Beauty and the Beast from Disney)

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly.” (Blackbird by The Beatles)

“I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you.” (Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis)

“This love is another name for the devil.” (Boy Meets Evil by BTS)

“Is this the start of something wonderful or one more dream that I cannot make true?” (City of Stars from La La Land OST)

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” (Closing Time by Semisonic)

“She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there’s a time to change.” (Drops of Jupiter by Train)

“I’ll spend forever wonderin’ if you knew, I was enchanted to me you.” (Enchanted by Taylor Swift)

“All I know at the end of the day is you love who you love, there ain’t no other way. If there’s something I’ve learnt from a million mistakes, you’re the one that I want at the end of the day!” (End of the Day by One Direction)

“Even if I’m born again, I can’t be with anyone but you.” (For Life by EXO)

“Someone comes into your life, it’s like they’ve been in your life forever.” (Heart by Heart by Demi Lovato)

“You’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You’ll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You’ll think, “How’d I get here, sitting next to you?” (Heathens by 21 pilots)

“People talk about the guy who’s waiting on a girl. There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world.” (Man Who Can’t Be Moved by The Script)

“Cause I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all.” (Need You Now by Lady Antebellum)

“Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly.” (Red by Taylor Swift)

“And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart.” (Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara)

“Why can’t you hold me in the street? Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?” (Secret Love Song by Little Mix)

“Hello from the other side. I must’ve called a thousand times.” (Hello by Adele)

“He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else.” (She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5)

“If you’re gonna be somebody’s heartbreak, if you’re gonna be somebody’s mistake. If you’re gonna be somebody’s first time, somebody’s last time… baby be mine.” (Somebody’s Heartbreak by Hunter Hayes)

“We had the right love at the wrong time.” (Somewhere Down the Road by Barry Manilow)

“Summer after high school when we first met…” (The One That Got Away by Katy Perry)

“I overdosed. Should’ve known your love was a game, now I can’t get you out of my brain. Oh, it’s such a shame.” (We Don’t Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth feat. Selena Gomez)

And there you have it! Some of these songs were suggested while some I took from my personal favorites and from putting my playlists on shuffle. They’re really great songs and each line can have a million different meanings. So knock yourselves out and build stories around them!

I’ve given you guys a few days to write and prepare before I officially start re-blogigng. Yes, you can submit more than one story but please use only one prompt per submission. For questions, just drop me a message.

Thank you and have fun!

- Kaye Allen

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ethanalter · 7 years ago

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Inside 'The Perils of Punky,' the 'Punky Brewster' episode that scarred you for life

[Ed. Note: This post was originally published on Oct. 20, 2015. With Halloween approaching, we thought it was the ideal time to revisit an episode that kept you up nights as a kid.]

Hey…has this image been given you nightmares since your childhood?

How about this one?

Don’t worry; you’re not going crazy. You just had your mind warped by Punky Brewster as a child. That’s right, Punky Brewster: the otherwise adorable series chronicling the misadventures of a spunky orphan named Punky (Soliel Moon Frye), and her adopted father, Henry (George Gaynes). Exactly 30 years ago today, on Oct. 20, 1985, the beloved ‘80s series aired a two-part Season 2 episode that ventured into more horrifying territory than your average kiddie sitcom. Do a Google search for the episode’s title and you’ll find articles like “The Unexpected Horror of Punky Brewster” and “How Punky Brewster Traumatized a Nation,” not to mention Reddit threads where now-grown viewers share their memories about which scene freaked them out the most. (That first picture up top is a perennial favorite.)

“So basically, you’re saying that I scarred an entire generation?” asks Art Dielhenn, who directed “The Perils of Punky,” the terrifying episode in question. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t responsible — I was just taking orders.” Having already directed over 20 episodes of Punky Brewster prior to “Perils” (Dielhenn helmed the majority of the shows first two seasons, nearly 44 successive episodes in all), he approached it as he did any other installment. In fact, the only thing that really scared him during production was the thought of missing his deadline. “It was a challenging episode, and as the person tasked with getting it done, the size outweighed the task of making it scary,” he explains. “So it was a very different experience making it than the experience you describe having seen it.”

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Actually, the first half of “Perils” isn’t so different from standard Punky fare. While on a camping trip, the titular heroine and her pint-sized pals — including chipper Cherie (Cherie Johnson), haughty Margaux (Ami Foster) and nerdy Allen (Casey Ellison) — get separated from their adult guardians and wind up inside a dank cave. While telling spooky stories to pass the time, the spirits of a Native American tribe approach them and charge Punky with the task of defeating an evil creature that lurks deep within the cavern.

Part 2 is where things get creepy, as Punky experiences a series of bizarre encounters that grow increasingly nightmarish as she approaches the end of her mission. First, she crosses paths with a man whose body parts are strewn in pieces around the cavern, leading her to christen him as — what else? — “Mr. Pieces.” (The fact that Mr. Pieces is played by instantly recognizable character actor, Vincent Schiavelli, just ups the weird factor. Dielhenn doesn’t recall the exact circumstances of Schiavelli’s casting or what it was like to direct a scene-stealer of his copious talents. “I doubt I had to do much,” he says, matter-of-factly.)

After that, the gang is set upon by a giant spider, which wrestles Punky to the ground, while Margaux, Allen and Cherie remain stuck to its web, screaming. Fortunately, Punky regains the upper hand and she dispatches her foe to the arachnid afterlife with a well-timed tomahawk blow.

Next up, the villainous spirit tests her lingering fears of abandonment, first by spiriting away her friends — replacing them with dancing skeletons or monsters with glowing red eyes — and then showing her a manufactured vision of Henry spontaneously deciding that he’s through being a dad.

But Punky endures these various trials, and finally comes face to face with the architect of her would-be destruction, a glimmery phantom with Freddy Krueger-esque claws and a sinister voice, provided by none other than series creator David W. Duclon. Although the ghost tries to break her spirit once and for all, it winds up withering in the face of her pluck. Punky saves the day and is promptly reunited with her friends and father. It’s also revealed that her whole quest has just been part of her campfire ghost story, although a final shot adds an “Or was it…?” sting to the proceedings.

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Seen today, “The Perils of Punky” will likely inspire more laughs than screams, which is how Dielhenn characterizes the mood on set. “We always tried to make the set as fun and playful as we could for the kids. They would be going to school and then they’d come to set, and their buoyancy, kindness and desire for fun played into every scene.” One of those playful kids, Cherie Johnson, confirms his account. Now 39, the actress (and Duclon’s niece) remembers how her 9-year-old self cracked up. “I remember laughing at the spider,” she tells Yahoo TV. “I was on the spider web laughing with Amy and Soleil. We were like, ‘This is so lame.’”

The supernatural perils of “Perils” must have seemed extra-lame to Johnson considering that she and her co-stars were already seasoned horror movie fans. Every weekend, she’d have slumber parties with Moon and Foster during which they’d watch flicks like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Omen, while their parents cooked up big pots of blood-red foods like spaghetti and chili. “We would gross everybody around us out, but we were having the time of our lives,” Johnson says, laughing. “We were just different kinds of kids I guess, because we knew it wasn’t real. When we were shooting ‘Perils,’ we knew there was a props department, and we probably saw them making the spider and hoisting it up on its wires. So I don’t think the crew was worried about us being afraid. If anything, they had to be afraid of us trying to jump and play on it!”

Like Dielhenn, Johnson is surprised to hear that “Perils” left such a deep impression on viewers. “I’ve never watched it in its entirety,” she confesses, likening the experience of revisiting any Punky episode to watching home movies of herself in kindergarten. “My mother still has the molding of my head that was used for the prop with the red eyes. My brother put it on his face recently and I hadn’t seen it in thirty years, so I was like ‘What is that?!’” Johnson’s primary memories of the shoot are the days they filmed on location in the wilderness, before shifting back to the show’s soundstages on the NBC lot for the extended sequences within the cave. Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show was housed on the same lot and Johnson says that she and Frye would often run into celebrity guests at the commissary. “One time we met Cyndi Lauper, and she put us on her tour bus and dressed us up.”

Reflecting on “The Perils of Punky” thirty years later, both Johnson and Dielhenn now have the distance to recognize why it might have triggered youthful fears amongst its audience. For one thing, the episode spoke directly to one of the essential themes of the series and a primal childhood terror: the idea that your friends and family would reject and desert you. “That theme was explored in many episodes,” says Dielhenn, who went on to direct episodes of such sitcoms as Silver Spoons and Head of the Class, before seguing into his current occupation as a professional career coach. “Punky and Henry would have many conversations about wanting to be with her mother and whether Henry would accept her and does she feel safe. There was a fundamental honesty in the emotional life of the characters, and that’s what I liked about doing the show. I haven’t thought about ‘The Perils of Punky’ for thirty years, but scanning it again, I can see how it could have been impactful for kids. No question.”

“Perils” also remains a generational touchstone because there are so few episodes of children’s television that are quite like it, especially these days when so many family friendly shows got out of their way to avoid upsetting or offending young viewers and, more importantly, their parents. Johnson, who continues to act while also juggling careers as a producer and author, has a 14-month daughter and has observed first-hand how the genre has changed. “I think a lot of it is made for adults and not kids anymore. Our generation was exposed to more than this generation is; everyone is trying to shield their kids. [Children’s shows] don’t talk about serious subjects in the way that we used to. They’d probably be scared of doing something like ‘The Perils of Punky’ now because too many people would complain. But I think it’s funny that, 30 years later, this is what sticks in peoples’ minds.” Nice to know that we can all share a laugh about giant spiders, dancing skeletons, girls with glowing red eyes and boys with crooked teeth and lifeless eyes…

On second thought, no. Still freaked out.

All four seasons of Punky Brewster are available on DVD.

More Halloween stories from Yahoo Entertainment: MVPs of Horror: ‘Gerald’s Game’ star Carla Gugino on the scene making people pass out TV’s lost Halloween classics: 6 specials from beyond the grave Make a DIY ‘Spiderman: Homecoming’ suit from a few cheap items on Amazon

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miertje1000 · 6 years ago

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Tears of starlight (chapter 3)

Here’s my contribution to the D. Gray-man Big Bang. My partner is @limesicle who made beautiful art for my fic. Enjoy!

I divided my fic in chapters based on the artworks

rating: T

fanfiction.net : https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13056154/1/

chapter 3

art: http://limesicle.tumblr.com/post/177734110106/illustration-3-of-4-for-dgraymanbigbang-this-is

Allen woke up with the heavy scent of flowers in his nose. A little confused he opened his eyes. A light blue sky, framed by high stems with flowers met him. Butterflies flapped around, unaware of the suddenly awake human. Bees zipped past, almost making a race of landing on the next flower faster than their competition. Allen stretched out his hand to touch one of the purple heads above him, surprising a big fluffy bumblebee that buzzed up with deep rumbling wings.

These creatures didn't seem to care they could go so much higher with their wings. They were just happy with flying around between the pretty colors.

Allen pushed himself up, expanding his view. As high as they were he could see the forest on one side, the sea on the other. The waves made the sun's rays dance. Between them, big bodies moved as a group of whales surfaced to spray the water from their airways.

It was incredible how different the world looked under the sunlight. Stars were beautiful, but they weren't capable of bringing out the many colors that attracted the bugs around him. He shifted his eyes back to the flowers. This time more slowly, he brought his finger to one of the petals. The bumblebee that seemed to be searching for the sweet treasure inside stepped around slowly, not paying any attention to the fact that it's little black paws were finding their hold on a pale human finger. Allen smiled at the light, tickling sensation. It was incredible that a creature like this seemed so content with its world.

A soft rumble announced the bug's departure. He followed it with his eyes as it left his finger and went on to the next flower.

He dropped his hand in his lap, then let his eyes dart to the figure next to him. Lavi seemed fast asleep. He was breathing heavily. His face was completely relaxed. The red hair had gotten all messy in their flight earlier, but for some reason Allen wished it would always look like that. With the sun making it light up like flames, he couldn't resist the temptation of touching it.

However much he liked the stars, they didn't do Lavi any justice. Of course the sun was a star too, but it wasn't the same as seeing all of them in the night sky. However, right now, seeing Lavi's face lit brightly, he was kind of glad it was daytime. For the first time, the wonder of everything around him seemed to actually reach his mind completely. The brightness of the colors seemed to outshine his wish for the silver light of the moon. Lavi had been telling him how beautiful the earth was all this time, but he hadn't really paid much attention to it. He'd thought that was what humans said just to soothe themselves with the idea that they were stuck down here. But for the first time he was starting to realize his companion hadn't just been lying to himself to be positive. For the first time he was starting to see himself how pretty everything was around him and how much more there might be on the huge surface the planet had. He'd been looking upwards to the stars so much, he'd never actually taken the effort to open his eyes for what was in front of him all along.

He curled one of the red strands around his finger, inspecting it like he saw it for the first time. The complexity, the bright color of the simple hair seemed breathtaking all of a sudden. Finally he let go of it, so it fell back on the ground. His companion seemed completely unaware. The defenselessness of his partner made a protective feeling rise inside of Allen. Suddenly he wondered if he should turn back into a dragon and curl around him again.

But if he did that, he would become unable to do other things. Like that time in the lake. As a dragon he could never have shared his air. He hadn't really expected it to feel so good though. Everything in him had warmed up, like he had been preparing to breathe out a sea of flames.

Had it just been the heat of the moment? Had it been a coincidence? He'd watched a lot of humans in his long lifetime. He knew how they showed their love to each other. But he wasn't human. Was it still possible to feel things like that as a star and a dragon? He bent down, assured by the fact that the redhead was still deeply unconscious. Carefully he pressed a soft kiss on the closed eyelids of Lavi's only good eye. A new, peaceful glow of warmth started to spread in his chest. Convinced by the growing good feeling he moved downwards, brushing his lips against the other's like before. For a moment he wondered if he should go further. What Lavi would think of it. In the lake he hadn't seemed to mind.

However, his thoughts were broken apart when a set of arms wrapped around him and pulled him to the ground. Allen yelped softly as Lavi pushed him against his chest. "No, don't leave, Al."

For a moment he was sure his companion had woken up, but then he realized the words didn't make any sense. The redhead's breath returned to the same heavy rhythm as before, the arms relaxed.

He was still asleep.

Allen smiled, feeling his cheeks burn up at the thought of what the guy could possibly be dreaming of. Carefully he let his hands slide over the guy's shirt and dug his fingers deep in the folds. He pulled himself closer, burying his face in the fabric. "Don't worry, Lavi," he answered gently, hoping his words would somehow reach his companion in his dreams. "I can't." He sighed softly, caressing the warm emotions that filled his mind like warm, fluffy clouds. It was so much like what he'd felt when he was still with Mana that he felt the desire to start shining like a star. "I won't either."

They were really getting closer to their destination by now. The fuzzy cloud Lavi had been walking on for a few days was starting to dissipate from the moment Allen told him he was starting to actually feel Neah's presence. He hadn't really thought much of their mission anymore. It had seemed unimportant ever since their magical flight. Not to mention the way he had woken up with the boy in his arms the next night. He had to admit it had been kind of embarrassing, but at the same time he couldn't ignore the strong desire it had woken up inside of him. At first he had thought his companion had felt the same, but the past few days the boy had started to avoid him instead. He still wasn't sure how to tell Allen how he felt without making himself look like a fool.

And now they were almost reaching their goal. He had to move fast. No-one knew what would happen as soon as they would reach their destination after all. If Allen would be in time to defeat Neah and if so, if he would be able to return to the stars after all.

If anything, Lavi wanted to at least prevent that with the boy's own free will. He couldn't stand to be separated by such a giant, unimaginable distance.

However, as he lay there on his back next to the campfire with his companion sitting on the other side, he couldn't think of anything. He stared at the stars, hoping they would somehow offer him some answers, but instead they gazed upon him in silent white. His mind wandered in the late night. The light above them turned into people in beautiful white robes, dancing around with ribbons that floated like shining rays.

Suddenly Lavi realized where he had seen that before. He turned his head to see if his companion was still awake. He was. Allen was staring into the flames with his mind just as far, but he wasn't asleep.

"Hey, Al, I just remembered something pretty interesting."

Grey eyes blinked and turned back to bright silver. "You did?"

"Yeah," Lavi worked himself up to his elbows. "You know, I once was in this village where they had this whole religion based on the sky. Just as I got there they were organizing a whole festival and you know what the most awesome thing was? They had this huge dance, where everyone personalized a star. They danced in circles all around the square in the exact arcs the stars also describe in the night sky around that time of year. It was breathtaking."

Allen smiled excitingly. "Yeah, I've been there too! When I was really homesick I stayed there for a while and asked them to teach me." He frowned in thought. "I think I can still remember most of them."

"You mean you can dance?" Lavi pushed himself up entirely now.

Amusement slid over the boy's face. "Well, yes, I guess you could say that."

"Would you…?"

He almost didn't dare to ask further, but Allen laughed like he'd already expected the question.

"Alright then, but don't expect too much of me. It was about a century ago and it's probably much harder with gravity." He rose slowly. For a moment he tilted his head to the stars above them, then he closed his eyes, breathed deeply… and started to dance.

With slow but elegant gestures he moved over the forest floor. Though every step was different, his body shifted in a steady speed, making him circle with just the same continuity as a star. His arms swirled around his head like rays of light. His hair glowed. The moves were all pretty and bright as the fires burning above them, but never caused him to stray from his orbit.

It was exactly as Lavi remembered it. In this role it seemed perfectly clear where Allen belonged.

"You're doing Sirius!"

Allen stopped and smiled so brightly that it almost seemed like he was emitting light himself. Even the little chip in his tooth couldn't dull the perfect radiance. "I did! I didn't expect you to be able to guess it in such detail."

Lavi laughed, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well, I've read a lot of books on the stars and I remember most of the dances I saw."

A spark jumped between the silver eyes. "Then what about this one." Suddenly he went back to dancing. However, this time he wasn't as precise as before. He swirled around the clearing in little irregular loops, slowing down every time he started going upstream, and speeding up again as he finished the strange out of arc motion.

Lavi didn't have to think long about that one. "You're Mars now."

Allen laughed as he let his body come to a standstill. "Yeah, though that isn't a star strictly speaking, but it looks like one from down here."

"That was really good though. You looked just as good as the village people there. You're a natural talent."

Allen bowed deeply. "Well, thank you."

Lavi put his finger under his chin and stared at the boy thoughtfully. For a moment he wondered if he should ask it, if it wouldn't open up old wounds inside the still recovering heart. But then he decided to take the risk carefully. "So, Al, since you're a star, what does your dance look like?"

Allen's eyes widened in surprise, then he smiled a little regretfully. "I wasn't visible from here, Lavi, so they never made a dance for me."

That would explain why nobody seemed to have noticed one of the stars had suddenly disappeared when the dragon had descended.

"Then what would it look like? You should know. It's about you after all."

That sparked some thought into the boy. Silver eyes traveled back upwards to the tiny white lights in the darkness. A pale hand traveled to a white strand of hair and started curling it around a finger. Then Allen looked back at Lavi and smiled a little unsurely.

"Well, I guess it would look a bit like this." He closed his eyes, then started moving slowly. The steps were small, the movement of his arms delicate. The whole dance was much more modest than the ones he'd done before. Within the usual arc, that presented his path through the sky seen from the earth, he was describing small perfect circles, like he was going around something that was doing the actual big arc. The boy's face was relaxed and peaceful as he danced. It was clear that his body was basically moving on his own. As Lavi watched him act out the path of the star, he couldn't help but feel that Allen was completely in his element. A strong sensation of alien powers radiating from the boy caught him and suddenly he felt sure that if gravity hadn't taken such a hold on Allen, he would just have started floating right there. The pale skin glowed up and soon enough it was radiating soft silver light like the moon.

After a few circles, Allen let his dance flow to a slow stop. He opened his eyes slowly, looking like he was still waking up from a trance. When he caught sight of Lavi he smiled. Then he froze. "Oh wait, I didn't do that entirely right, I should end it like this." Suddenly he started dancing with rapid steps, flinging himself out of his arc and hurtling himself towards the redhead.

For a moment Lavi thought he would have to catch the boy before they would collide, but then Allen stopped as abruptly as he had started moving. They were so close to each other that he could feel the air of Allen's quick breath brush his skin. Allen's cheeks were flushed from the exercise. His eyes were shining brighter than usual.

"Now I'm on the earth as I'm supposed to be. Together with you."

Lavi laughed, suddenly realizing what the boy had meant to do. "Yeah, I guess that would be the most fitting dance indeed."

"So what about you, Lavi?" It seemed a little more than a joke. Allen was actually interested. "What would your dance look like if you were a star?"

That wasn't a question he had expected. Not really one that was really in his capabilities to answer either, but the boy was looking at him with such brimming expectation that he couldn't possibly deny it.

He closed his eye, thinking about what made him 'him'. What was important for him and how that would express itself in him as a star. There wasn't really much he could think of. Every time he thought of stars he would just see Allen's bright smile, with twinkling silver eyes. Maybe he should just use that.

With a grin he opened his eyes. "Maybe a bit like this." He took one step back to create some distance between him and his companion, then started stepping around randomly. He wasn't really sure how he was supposed to dance as a star, so he let his limbs choose their own path. However, as he circled around the boy, he suddenly grabbed Allen's arms and started swinging him with him.

If he wasn't a real star, he was basically leaning on Allen to be one, right? It didn't seem like an entirely stupid choice of dance to him anyhow.

Allen burst out laughing. At first Lavi tried to keep pulling him along, but he had to stop when the fit was paralyzing his companion.

"Wow, Lavi, you're almost like a twin star."

"A twin star?"

"Yeah," Allen rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, "There are pairs of stars that always circle around each other. They are super clingy, always keeping each other close. Some of them even get so close that they fuse. Almost like what you were doing just now."

Lavi grinned. Actually, that description didn't sound so bad at all, but maybe he'd better not say that. Then he thought back to the dance the boy had done just before. It had confused him a little at the time. "Wait, you were making circles too. You're a twin star!"

Allen smiled, his cheeks darkening. "Yeah, basically. I wasn't very noticeable though. Mana was really big and bright, while I'm just a little dwarf star."

For some reason it felt like Allen was sharing really intimate information. The stories about his time as a star, high up in the sky, were incredibly interesting. They were starting to make him look at Allen with different eyes.

He grinned, pulling a white strand of hair playfully. "A dwarf star, I knew it. You are a beansprout!"

Allen eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed indignantly. "Call me that again and I'll flash you."

"Flash me? That sounds like a very dangerous warning coming from such a little dwarf star."

He shouldn't have underestimated a natural ball of fire, because a second later a pale finger was flicked towards him and a white explosion of light burned straight into his retina.

He cried out and stumbled back in reflex. When he opened his eye again, there was just darkness and a mass of grey spots in his sight. His night sight was completely ruined.

"Aahh, Allen, what did you do? You just blinded me!" He made sure his voice gave away how light hearted his words were.

"That's punishment for belittling a star. I'm still way bigger and heavier and brighter than you, stupid mortal."

Lavi chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, mr. bright star."

"Alright then. I'll give you some light to make up for it." As promised the boy lit up again, glowing just enough to show their direct surroundings. It was like a second moon had appeared in the sky.

"Incredible, you can really shine like a star."

"Yeah, I don't do it very often as it can attract unwanted attention and humans tend to get freaked out by it. But even a dwarf star gives light, you know. Just not as much as Mana," he admitted shyly.

"But you still stayed close to him." It was a friendly statement.

Allen smiled brilliantly. "Yeah, it was great. We basically circled around each other. Wait, why don't we try it out together. Dance in the usual arc, then try to let me in too."

Lavi grinned, excited at the idea. He chose an arc and tried to stick close to it. He wasn't really sure about the rest of his moves, but he just decided to go with the flow. Allen didn't even seem to pay much attention to his dance moves. Instead he moved in and started circling around Lavi. Lavi moved backwards a little, offering the boy half of the arc, then mimicked the circling movement. Soon enough they were dancing in perfect arcs through the sky, but always staying close. Allen's face was glowing with happiness.

Still, Lavi couldn't help but frown a little as they kept taking steps around each other, always in the same circles, turning and swirling through the darkness. It was starting to feel all too familiar to him. This was basically the feeling he'd been having these past few days. "This seems all very nice and cozy and all, but still I would be super frustrated if I were that Mana guy."

Allen looked up from his trance in confusion. "What, why?"

Lavi smiled. "Well, if I was him I couldn't take it that you're here all the time, so close, but still out of reach. If I were him, I would do this." Clearly totally outside the expectation of the boy, he grabbed his companion and pulled him to his chest, wrapping his arms around Allen's small body. The boy was even warmer than usual. The glow wasn't just light apparently. The heat spread through the fabric of his shirt and warmed him to the core. When the boy started laughing, he could feel the muscles spasm under his skin, the voice rumble through Allen's chest.

"Lavi, you just made two stars collide. That usually causes mass destruction, you know."

He grinned, tightening his grip on his precious load. "I don't care. As long as you're so close, the whole world can fall apart around me."

Allen pushed them apart just a little. Lavi let it happen reluctantly. Silver eyes stared deep inside his. The thousands of tiny specks in the irises looked like a whole stellar system on its own. For a moment Lavi wondered if the dance they made when Allen laughed would be actable too.

Then he closed his eye, leaned in and pressed his lips on the boy's. Allen reacted by melting into his embrace. White light cut through his eyelids and the heat under his arms intensified. It was like their bodies continued where they had left off last time. Lavi felt his heart accelerate when he felt how Allen responded with the same strong desire that was filling his own mind. He let a hand travel upwards, to the boy's head, tangling his fingers in the soft hair. Their kiss got rougher. Allen's fingers were clashed in his shirt, pulling so hard it might actually rip apart.

But the magic was broken even more roughly then last time. Suddenly every muscle under Lavi's hand tensed. Allen's body froze, then, with all the strength he'd built up in the past few weeks, he pushed them apart.

Lavi opened his eye with shock to see the boy standing in front of him, his arms between them as a barricade. His head was bowed down, so his eyes were hidden behind his hair.

"We can't do this," his voice sounded stifled and he turned his face away. "However much I want this, I'm a star and a dragon. You're just a human, Lavi. This love is doomed. We can't go on with this. It will only lead to meaningless suffering."

All the heat inside him turned to a solid rock that crashed into his heart and collided it with the rest of the organs in his abdomen. "It wouldn't be meaningless." The corners of his mouth curled up desperately as he grabbed Allen's hand with his own. "Think of all the good things that can come out of this." He pulled it up and pressed his cheek against it. "Please, Al, I don't think I can stand seeing you circle around me all the time, always out of reach."

Allen jolted his hand out of his grip and backed away, clenching it with his other. "I'm sorry. I really wish we could be like that too, but I live for hundreds, thousands, maybe even billions of years, while you'll be away in the blink of an eye. As you age and wither, I'll just shine with the same light as always and when you die I'll be left alone. I can't do this. Not to you, to me, or us."

Lavi felt his hands fall next to his body. All hopes for what they had been building up together melted under the light that was starting to die out on Allen's skin. However much he wanted this, he knew the boy was right. All his life he'd spent with his nose in the books trying to find the truth about everything, but this time he wished he'd never had. Of all he'd ever learned, this was the most devastating.

"I'm sorry, Lavi," Allen whispered. A drop glittered in silver on its way down from the boy's face. "I'm really sorry." Then he sprouted two giant wings on his back and launched himself off in the air.

Lavi watched with a blurry vision as the white figure disappeared into the distance, until he seemed like he had returned between his own kind, out of reach forever, so one could only dream about ever getting that high.

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