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mrfutureboy · 3 years ago

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WIP MASTERPOST

@chickenmcfly1 wanted to hear about the rest of my wips, so i'm gonna make a big ass post about them bc i really am excited to talk about em! i'm going to put them under a read more here because there's a LOT of them.

my full wip list can be referenced here. i already talked about cute redhead, i waited up all night but i never saw the light, jukebox heroes, and who is the man i see where i'm supposed to be in this post, so feel free to check that out as well bc i had a LOT to say about some of those!

i will go down the list as it appears in the original wip post but i will not be addressing the fics i already spoke about. the link to that post is available above!

disclaimer: these are wips so any snippets featured may not be perfectly polished! dialogue may be wonky, i might not have descriptors, etc. they're wips for a reason lol.

now it's time for me to find out if tumblr posts have a word limit lol here we go!

bttf2:

this is basically just an outline of an au where jennifer actually got to be a part of the adventure! that's not the only change but i'll elaborate later. i will be honest, though, this hasn't progressed past marty (bc in this fic it's marty instead of jennifer) getting out of his future home because i dont know if i want to just follow a similar plot to the movie but with jennifer, or completely change it up. because honestly i think the almanac business could be different with her influence.

other than jennifer being a central character and marty getting trapped in his future home rather than her, i wanted to give marlene a bigger part because i absolutely adore her. it's not a HUGE part cuz she's still a side character, but it's more than what she got canonically. tho admittedly atm junior is kinda sidelined bc since doc doesnt use all his juice on jennifer, he's able to knock out jr for the full hour (or however long it is idk). so instead of marty running into his future son, he and jennifer run into their future daughter! so there's no junior in cafe 80's but later jennifer and doc get to have fun w junior figuring out "how the hell do we get him back into his house and get marty out"

i wanted to get marty in the future house bc i think theres a lot of comedic potential in his future self not recognizing himself, plus marty's fumbling over the future technology is always endearing imo. oh, and him accidentally calling lorraine and george mom and dad when he shouldnt be is a good gag.

i did actually share a bit of dialogue from this fic here back when i was randomly posting bits and pieces of wips, so i'll include it here. here's a snippet from the beginning (formatting is a bit weird cuz im pasting it directly from a word doc so the indentations are gone):

2. Jennifer, Marty, and Doc touch down in 2015

a. Setting: Alley in Hill Valley

i. Marty and Jennifer want to explore.

ii. Doc details plan to Marty and prepares him with a change of clothes.

iii. Jennifer asks how she can help; Doc doesn’t have an answer. She insists she won’t just stay in the alley while they do God knows what.

1. “You’re not just gonna leave me here in the alley, are you?”

2. “Of course we’re not gonna leave you here! Right, Doc?”

iv. Jennifer asks for a disguise, then asks about their future kids.

1. “Unfortunately, I didn’t anticipate that you would be joining us, so I don’t have an appropriate change of clothes available.”

2. “You said Marty was the spitting image of our future son, right? Or, uh, the other way around, I guess. What about our future daughter? I could disguise myself as her while Marty pretends to be our son. She probably looks just like me, doesn’t she?”

3. Doc grimaced. “She is also the spitting image of Marty, but with long, blonde hair.”

4. Jennifer blinked. “You’re joking. Neither of our kids look like me? How can you even be so sure they’re mine? Obviously they’re his. Unless they’re just clones. What’s cloning technology like in the future?”

5. “Very efficient, but I can assure you that you are indeed their biological mother. They both have your eyes.”

6. “Of course they do.”

cute redhead: SEE LINK ABOVE

i waited up all night but i never saw the light: SEE LINK ABOVE

jukebox heroes: SEE LINK ABOVE

marty jr and marlene:

oh this one...this one is based off a drawing i did (and have been meaning to redraw digitally) of junior and marlene looking up at the night sky together. this one is one i love but admittedly havent worked on in quite a long time. every time i come back to it i change things up. (I've previously referenced the fic based off it here and here) It's gotten significantly longer as well every time I work on it (not that it's very long at all atm its like 1300 words. but i'm not one for writing super long fics). At its core, it's about the bond between Marlene and Junior and i think it's really sweet. Reading back over it right now, I think it's actually almost done??? so i just need to get my ass back to work.

also i want to say that drawing marlene and junior is much easier than writing them bc i worry so much about characterization in general but also it feels harder bc there's barely anything to actually go off of. which ig means i'm free to bend them to my will but idk i'd rather draw them bc they dont have to talk lol.

it was really hard to pick a snippet to share but considering i've already shared two bits of dialogue i'm going to pick out some not-dialogue:

It was a ritual they had.

One of them would knock on the other’s door late at night with an offering—several bags of snacks, a few bottles of Pepsi Perfect or a dirty magazine, typically—and the other would lead them out of their bedroom window out onto the roof so they could talk. Tonight, Marlene had knocked on her brother’s door with a Ziploc baggie in hand, and Junior’s eyes had lit up as he opened the window for her.

[...]

The unspoken rule about their rendezvous was to never push the other into talking about whatever it was that brought them to the roof. They figured their sibling would get it off their chest when they were ready. Tonight, Junior was more than content to just sit out under the stars with his sister and enjoy her company. Maybe that’s all she wanted. He hugged his knees to his chest and watched police drones patrol the street down below.

marty jr and mjf:

this is a fic i talked about recently! just a goofy fic where marlene and junior hit up "blast from the past" antiques (per junior's request) and this week there's a shipment in of teen magazines from the 1980's, a lot of them which feature junior's celebrity crush, michael j fox! so it's just sibling shenanigans in the store, and then family shenanigans later that night during family dinner. and junior getting embarrassed by his family members the whole time.

honestly i dont remember where this silly idea came from?? if i had to guess, it has something to do with super real mahjong ova having mjf on the back of cocksucker magazine in that one scene but i cant say for sure lmaooo.

this fic is also the one that features the "ha! good luck! you'll never be 5'7"!" dialogue that is referenced in this art post

i dont have much else to say about this so. time for another height-based snippet:

“Hey!” Junior dropped to the floor to quickly pick up the fallen magazines and set them back on the counter. He briefly checked them for damages, then turned back around to glare at his sister. “Give me that!” His arm shot out to take the magazine back, but Marlene was faster than he, and she held it above her head, out of his reach.

“Maybe if you’d had that first growth spurt you wouldn’t be jumping for it!”

“Not my fault those ugly wedged sneakers give you, like, three extra inches of height!”

Marlene gasped. “They’re not ugly! Take that back!”

“No way! Not until you give me the magazine back!”

“You’ve got a whole stack of, like, ten more on the counter!”

Ms. Ovitz rushed over when she heard raised voices. “Hey! No scuffling in my store, kids!” she chastised. Both teenagers lowered their heads in shame and mumbled apologies. Junior shot a glare at Marlene. She stuck her tongue out in return.

marty nightmare no comfort:

this one is basically what's on the tin: marty has a nightmare about doc dying in 1885 and the man himself is not there to reassure marty that he's even still alive. this is post bttf3 bc doc is Not There. and its so extra sad bc marty's actually asleep at doc's when he has this nightmare. sad little marty still sneaking out to spend the night at doc's place even tho doc isn't there. poor kiddo is so disoriented when he wakes up...:'(

i actually was about to post this some months ago but then decided i didnt like my description of the nightmare (and some other things) AT ALL so it still needs to be worked on a bit.

snippet:

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Marty scrubbed his tears away and took a few moments to control his breathing. Once he had calmed down, he hopped down off the bed and slowly crept through the laboratory. He couldn’t read the faces of any of the myriad of clocks hung on the wall in the dark, but he assumed it was the middle of the night. He also assumed Doc wouldn’t mind being woken up, considering the state Marty was in. It almost felt childish, but after suffering from yet another nightmare about his best friend dying, he could use a hug.

He bumped into the table and cursed under his breath, then immediately shushed himself. He didn’t want Einstein to wake up and start barking. He was surprised his crying hadn’t woken the dog earlier. He placed his hands along the edge of the table and carefully tread past it. Doc’s bed wasn’t too much farther, now. He squinted his eyes to try and find the shape of his best friend. “Doc?” he whispered, craning his neck forward to get a better look. “Psst, hey, Doc? I, uh, well—I had a nightmare, and I could reallyuse some, ah…reassurance you’re not actually dead.”

He was at the dresser now, and he could see dim moonlight pouring through the window on the other side of the room, illuminating—

An empty bed.

marty nightmare with comfort:

you messaged me about this one in particular and i'm sorry to disappoint but at the moment this is literally all i have written:

Marty woke up with a start in an unfamiliar bed. He half-expected some incarnation of his mother to tell him he was safe and sound, back in whichever good ol’ year he’d stumbled into, but then he recognized the dozens of clocks ticking on the wall next to his head. Oh, he realized. I’m still at Doc’s.

“I would never leave you, Marty. Not intentionally, and not without giving you a head’s up, first.”

which is the very beginning, and then the end. probably not the last sentence of the whole fic or anything but something near the end. for some reason this was giving me trouble and i honestly haven't gone back to it in a long time. it will be very similar to the no comfort one in setting and the nightmare will probably be the same but obviously it will be different bc doc will actually be there.

marty sr and marlene:

i've talked about this before somewhere on my blog, and i actually had this in my drafts on ao3 and was getting close to finishing but the draft deleted b4 could get back to it and so i lost some dialogue but i think i can rewrite it. anyway, this is a bttf2 au fic where marty runs into marlene in front of the courthouse pond after the hoverboard chase with griff. cue marlene mistaking him for her brother! hilarity ensues!

but wait, sonny, didn't you say in your bttf2 au post earlier that marty (and jen) run into marlene? yes i did! because i started writing this fic first, and then was like "wait how would that go down with jennifer" and started outlining that au!

the interactions arent exactly the same which is why i think both can possibly exist at once lol. even if they were the same, they're both my fics and i can do what i please lmao. tho i will say i only started writing this one for ONE joke. which i'm not sure if i've shared before but i will share here:

“Your voice sounds deeper, Junior,” she interrupted, smiling. “How long has it been now since you started T?”

Marty narrowed his eyes. There was only one t-word he thought might possibly be the right answer. “Trank?”

This sent Marlene into a laughing fit that had her nearly bent in half. “Jesus, Junior,” she wheezed. “Is that all you can think about right now? What the hell gave you the bright idea to take such heavy stuff in the middle of the day?”

Heavy. Finally, a word he knew.

Marlene wiped the tears out of her eyes. “I am so going to hold this against you forever,” she giggled, then burst back into laughter. “God, Junior, you’re really something else. I’ll ask you later when you’re sober. You sound really good, though.”

(also i call it marty sr and marlene rather than marty and marlene so i dont get it confused w the marty jr and marlene fic. idk it doesnt make sense but it works for me)

martyjen ear piercing:

this is another one that doesn't have much written, but the basic premise is that jennifer pierces marty's ear in her bathroom with a sewing needle, an ice cube, and a potato. here's a treat:

“A potato, Jen? Really? What the hell is that for?”

“To catch the needle, Marty,” she answered matter-of-factly.

parking lot scene:

this is just the parking lot scene from the end of the movie but with more desperation and crying because i like to crank up marty's emotions :) also there is currently frantic, holy-shit-i-thought-i'd-lost-you kissing. debating on how to end it bc it was just gonna end kinda like the movie where suddenly they arent in the parking lot anymore, but i also did start writing the drive home so /shrug i dunno. i'm really unsure about the actions/dialogue in this one so i have a lot of brackets of alternate dialogue/action lol maybe someday i'll figure it out.

one version of the kiss:

Maybe he could blame it on the adrenaline rush of watching his best friend die and come back to life, but Marty suddenly lunged at Doc, threw his arms around his neck and kissed him with all the urgency he could muster. Doc didn’t return the kiss—he didn’t expect him to. Marty knew in the back of his mind that this was a very inappropriate way to celebrate Doc not dying, but dammit, he had struggled enough in 1955 to come to terms with how he truly felt about Doc; if he didn’t kiss him now, he’d never get the chance to. Before he could even think about pulling away, Doc’s hands—which had been hovering in the air—settled on his back, and he was kissing him back.

riverside drive but make it more desperate:

second verse, same as the first: once again, i like to crank up marty's emotions, so this is a rewrite of marty showing up on doc's doorstep in 1955 but with a helluva lot more crying and desperation. i cant believe marty didnt cry when he saw his best friend ALIVE. this one doesnt have any kissing but could u imagine opening your door to a stranger one night and they fucking launch themself at you to kiss you?? that'd be fucking wild

currently writing a marty pov but i also started writing a doc pov?? so if and when i post it'll probably b a 2-chapter thing including both povs.

doc pov snippet. admittedly there's not much written for this yet but i thought it'd be a bit more interesting than re-hashing what we know with the marty pov, cuz that isn't all that fleshed out either rn:

He swings the door open to reveal himself fully, and the kid doesn’t move. He stares up at Emmett like he’s seeing a ghost. Emmett quickly reaches forward to grab the kid by the shoulders and pull him inside. “Don’t say a word,” he whispers as he moves to usher him inside, but suddenly the kid is throwing himself at him, his arms wrapped uncomfortably tight around his middle.

He can hear the kid muttering against his shirt, which is slowly becoming damp where he’s pressed up against him. Emmett removes his hands from his shoulders, instead letting them hang awkwardly in the air. Why is this kid hugging him? Who is this kid hugging him? This is the strangest practical joke anyone has tried to pull on him. The kid’s muttering doesn’t stop; he seems to be rambling some sort of apology, though Emmett can only make out every few words. He takes a ragged breath and breaks out into a full sob.

Emmett doesn’t know how to react. He has never been a particularly affectionate person with people he knew well, let alone strange kids that nearly knock his door down late at night. Slowly, his hands fall to settle on the kid’s back, giving him a few, awkward pats he hopes are satisfactory in comforting him. The kid’s breath hitches and his shoulders shake with the new force of his crying. Emmett offers him more gentle pats and a soft, yet somewhat strained, “there, there”.

also i know doc does quickly become affectionate with marty even tho he doesn't know him, but i dont think he would be all that comfortable in this instance lol. maybe in a few moments he'll like...feel a strange bond with this kid and like actually give him a comforting hug. and also bring him into the fucking house shfksll. i actually drew this idea first before deciding to try and write it.

title pending 2nd pov:

this is one i like a lot yet am kinda stuck on! it's marty's pov but told in second person bc i read bright lights big city like 5 years ago and i think second person is cool lol. i love how accusatory it feels and personally i connect to it better than first person?? which is weird bc you would think reading "i did xyz" would be a better self-insert than "you did xyz". idk it's like "you did xyz" oh shit i guess i did!! lol.

this fic mostly just serves as a rambling character study of marty post-bttf3. it takes place during a family dinner and is essentially just his (your) internal monologue as he (you) sit there with his (your) new and improved family. it kinda goes through everything: the way each of the family members have changed, jennifer, and some stuff about doc (and clara).

i also think its funny i've called this "title pending" bc most of these have placeholder names anyway lol.

it was hard to choose a snippet bc frankly there are a lot of bits of this that i do really like, but ultimately i'm choosing to share this one bc i remember (part of it) being one of the first things i wrote for it back when it was just ramblings in my notes app:

Your mother asks you about your date. Date? You went to the lake with Jennifer, remember? Oh, now you remember. You remember what happened at the lake, and you remember what was supposed to happen at the lake. You lie and tell her it was fantastic, but you don’t kiss and tell. She giggles and reaches over to squeeze your shoulder and call you a good boy. The truth is, you could barely look at Jennifer. God, Jennifer. Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer. She’s just as beautiful as you remember. Except when you look too closely, she looks a bit different. Something new with her hair? No, it’s more than that. It’s her essence. Jennifer was never one to faint. She was fierce, and headstrong, and much more clever than she let on. She got almost as many tardies as you on a weekly basis, but always argued her way out of detention. She usually pulled elaborate stunts to get you out of it. She called Doc Doc, just like you do. Not Doctor Brown. She knew the difference between dreams and reality. This Jennifer isn’t your Jennifer, but your Jennifer doesn’t exist anymore, so now this is your Jennifer. Heavy.

who is the man i see where i'm supposed to be: SEE LINK ABOVE

sweet 16:

i feel like ive talked about this before but maybe i havent? anyway it's just a snapshot of the end of marlene's 16th birthday where marty reveals they got her a car. in this fic, the mcfly kids are 2 years apart cuz it'd be awful if they were twins and marlene got a car but junior didnt.

this idea is borne of this dialogue exchange:

"The end of the road's coming up, sweetheart. You gotta turn around."

"Roads? Daddy, where we're going, we don't need roads."

"Talk about deja vu."

"What's that, Daddy?"

"Nothing sweetheart. You just mind the road now and hey--ease up on the gas, Marley. The mall's not going anywhere."

i think marley as a nickname for marlene is cute ok

oh:

this is literally almost nothing, but the idea is that marty meets doc in 1955 and is like oh fuck he's so handsome and gets a little puppy crush on him. this is partially me projecting bc i think 1955 doc is so fucking handsome

pretty much everything i have written atm:

Marty was doomed as soon as the door to 1640 Riverside Drive swung open. Like a picture on the cover of a cheesy romance novel, Doc towered over Marty, his posture strong [blah blah blah]. Unlike a cheesy romance novel, Doc was wearing a weird ass fucking helmet and had a crazed look on his face, which Marty found immediate comfort in.

Had Doc always been this handsome?

Surely he would've noticed that Doc was, well, gorgeous.

i think i'm bisexual:

marty and jennifer come out to each other as bisexual. that's pretty much it.

snippet:

"I think I'm bisexual."

Jennifer smiled. "Marty, that's wonderful...I'm bisexual, too."

Marty was instantly flooded with relief and he couldn't help the wide smile that bloomed on his face. "Wow, Jen, that's...that's great! So we're both...God, that's a load off my chest!"

i fashioned you from jewels and stone:

this was mentioned in the post linked above (as companion/draft to "i waited up all night but i never saw the light") so i'm not going to rehash all that, but I will share a bit of dialogue that's specifically in this file:

"Dad? He's not the type to run in and save the day. If George McFly thought he was getting robbed, he'd gladly let them take whatever they wanted. He'd give them a damn tour of the house; make sure they don't miss anything. [If he saw me--well, if he saw me, he wouldn't think there was anything wrong, would he?"]

"What the hell makes you think Dad's such a wimp? You've seen how he's got Biff whipped into shape. Dad said Biff used to bully him in highschool, but he sure isn't taking any of his shit now."

"What?"

"You can't tell me you've never heard the story! Dad laid out Biff at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance and has had him under his thumb ever since. Hell, he's got him waxing our cars."

"No, of course I know that story." I watched it happened, he doesn't tell the other Marty. "I just...he's really not a wimp?"

"No, not at all. Why would you think that?"

hold my hand (just like you used to do):

title comes from "i'm not leaving" by keane. it's not much at the moment, but the idea is that it's about marty's struggle expressing his emotions, especially in front of doc, and letting go of his macho act that he puts on to seem like he's brave and not cowardly. so the beginning will be when marty's 14-15 and about how doc gets him to open up, and then whatever happens by the end will be 17 year old marty grabbing for doc's hand for comfort, like when he was a younger kid. so basically it's about holding hands for comfort. also it's doc's pov i dont think i made that very clear.

the actual first line of this fic is "marty mcfly was a scared little boy" so you can just imagine how marty's going to be doing emotionally in this fic lol.

snippet. again, theres not much here atm:

For a long time, Marty had trouble expressing his emotions in front of Emmett. His face would twist up as he forced himself not to cry, and he'd clench his fists tightly against his sides. Emmett could see it eating Marty up inside, every time. What made the boy think he couldn't cry in front of him? Did this happen every time he wanted to cry?

Emmett slowly reached over to lay his hand atop Marty's, attempting to comfort him. The boy started wailing at the touch. Emmett was about to pull away, startled by the sudden reaction, but Marty's slim fingers clamped tightly around his hand.

UGH I DONT KNOW:

this is something i started writing for @lonepinetimeline to go along with a drawing i gave him for christmas where marty tells doc he loves (romantically) him for the first time. however i was struggling so bad to write it cuz 1) i couldnt figure out how i wanted to start it and 2) despite anything abbey tells u, writing romance and being mushy doesnt always come very easily for me. like sometimes i just feel like it's goofy idk. hence the title bc i was getting frustrated with it. maybe one day i'll be able to finish it for theo <3

couple snippets (not sure if i want these right next to each other):

He knew those big, warm, brown eyes were staring at him, begging him to look into them, and even though Marty knew he'd only feel more overwhelmed, he lifted his gaze. Oh, Marty wanted to cry; Doc looked so earnest. His name was repeated.

"Yeah, Doc, I'm fine, I'm great. Everything's perfect."

Doc's brow furrowed. "You look like you have something on your mind. Would you feel comfortable sharing with me?"

and then the dialogue that the drawing was based off of:

Marty's blush deepened, and he stammered out, "I, uh, love you, Doc."

Doc melted into a warm smile. "Marty, I am hopelessly devoted to you. I love you."

jeez doc you're really quoting grease rn

marty develops a habit of calling doc:

what little i have written in this document pretty much says it all:

Marty develops a habit of calling Doc and leaving voice messages even though he knows he isn't there, going so far as to label and replace the casettes when he fills them up. Emotional ending where after a long time, Doc actually picks up.

"...Marty?"

"Doc? Doc! Doc, is that really you?"

i think marty would call about anything and everything, but obviously he'd tell him about the big things, like what happened after he sent in the audition tape, stuff with his relationship with jennifer (including engagement and marriage and children--yeah, i want to play the long game to make it really fucking hurt). like literally marty ends up buying the garage and paying doc's bills and stuff so he can still call him and so that doc still has somewhere to return to when he does finally decide to come back. maybe this weird obsession puts a strain on jen and marty's marriage cuz it surely has a big financial impact. u know marty literally drops whatever he's doing to go drive to the garage after doc picks up the fucking phone and there's a big heartwarming reunion hug. extra sad if marty's in like his forties so at least thirty years have fucking gone by.

"why would this happen why wouldnt doc just come back, like, the day after leaving again so it's as if no time passed??" well thats not angsty is it lol i want the angst

it's cold (when you're not home):

this, my friends, is the beginning of a sequel/follow up to deal with god! the title comes from "you're not home" by keane (noticing a fucking theme? lol) i don't have much figured out plot-wise because there are a lot of different directions i could potentially go and i'm trying to decide between them. this will ideally be multi-chapter and probably the longest thing i'll ever write, assuming i can figure out a plot and find the time/energy to finish it. in the grand scheme of things, i dont have much done cuz i keep focusing on specific scenes and details.

quick rundown (until im not sure where exactly i want it to progress): this fic begins the morning after marty's been gunned down in the parking lot, with police visiting doc's home to escort him to retrieve both the van and the delorean (which has been found in the middle of the town square with its front end smashed in. coincidentally, the front of the theater is also smashed in). this will lead to doc spending some time at the police station, explaining the situation but without mentioning the time travel aspect bc who the hell is going to believe him? he's already lucky enough he's not getting charged for marty's murder. so the police have questions. the mcflys have questions. literally everyone in hill valley is buzzing over this tragedy.

so the mcflys. theyre in horrible shape as you can imagine. worst of all is lorraine, who will "revert" back to the way she had been in the original timeline (goddamn marty had no idea there were even positive changes after all that. so sad) aka she's gonna take up drinking to try and cope with her son's death. even sober, she's going to be very angry, and she's going to take it out on doc (understandably so). honestly anytime ive thought about this fic ive been focusing on her, doc, or jennifer so i dont have much to say about the rest of the family.

doc of course cared immensely for marty so he's going to try and be there for the mcflys but its gonna cause drama bc lorraine blames him for marty's death. most people do actually bc the terrorist thing seems too far-fetched (combined w doc's reputation it's all just fishy). jennifer is one of few who actually believes doc, though she still doesn't understand what the hell happened...until he comes clean about the time machine.

in talking in the comments of deal with god with @emmaannaelisabeth, she suggested the idea that doc comes clean about time travel (publicly, rather than just to a select few) and that this propels him to becoming a respected scientist and maybe winning awards as well, so i've been thinking about that cuz oh boy, it's what marty would've wanted for him but doc isn't convinced that it was worth it. not like this. also as soon as lorraine learns about time travel she's gonna have a whale of a time...:/

anyway yeah it's gonna be a whole mess and everyone's pretty much going to be having a bad time most of the time. there are a lot of details and even basic plot points i don't quite have yet but it's called a work in progress for a reason.

here's a snippet of a part near the beginning, where doc's visited by a police officer:

"Doctor Brown!" A voiced called from the other side of the door. "It's Officer [Not Parker], here to escort you back to your vehicle!"

Emmett got up on shaky legs and unlocked the front door, opening it wide enough to get a look at the police officer on the other side. He offered a pained smile.

"Hope I didn't wake you, Doctor Brown," he apologized, removing his hat. "Thought I'd take you over before the mall opened. You're not quite parked between the lines," he chuckled.

Emmett furrowed his brow as he tried to process the officer's words. The man was awful chipper for it being fewer than twelve hours since a teenager was brutally murdered in the lot they were returning to. He realized the man was still talking. "I'm sorry, I didn't get much sleep." About two minutes of sleep, to be exact. "Could you repeat that?"

"Not a problem, sir. I said that after I escort you back to your vehicle, I'm going to need you to come down to the station. They've got a few questions about the incident; it's protocol for these kinds of situations. Also got a few questions about the modified DeLorean we found in the town square that's registered you to."

"The DeLorean was in the town square?"

"Smack dab in the middle of the street, by the theater. Which, by the way, had its front entrance completely smashed in. Not sure exactly what happened there, but given the proximity of your car, and taking into account the damage to the front fender of the vehicle, I've got a pretty good hunch."

so which side of the family is he from?:

this is the only other planned multi chapter fic (riverside drive kind of ended up being multi chapter on accident, as well as marty jr and mjf, bc i just kept writing lol. but those r only 2 chapters each (eventually) while this would be longer. ideally. hopefully) and it is a follow up to little high, little low

i really dont have a plot figured out for this yet. i cant decide if i want to just do a stuart little 1 or 2 au but marty and doc swoop in to help out, or create an original adventure that involves tannens because is it even a marty mcfly story if there isn't a tannen? lol makes me feel like im writing for the cartoon where literally every antagonist is some sort of tannen, no matter the time or place. the way little high, little low was written was purposefully vague because even then i wasnt sure how i wanted to go about it later.

i currently have things written in this document to fit either idea. also it's funny because what's here barely has stuart in it at all. there's actually a whole bit mostly written out where marty asks doc why he's so concerned about his future family, and it literally reads like it could be its own fucking fic because it definitely feels out of place in this fic when it's isolated. obviously, if i had stuff going on with stuart before and after, it could make more sense within it, but right now its kinda like "oh okay this is a really nice bit of dialogue. dont know why theyre talking about it in this fic tho"

here's part of the only thing i have written that actually has stuart in it:

"Here he comes now. Stuart, would you come out here, please?"

"Hey Mom, what's up?"

Marty still can't believe he's looking at an upright, talking mouse. He must be gaping at him, because Doc gives him a curt nudge that causes Marty to quickly fix his face.

"Who're they?" Stuart asks as Mrs. Little bends down and offers her hand. The mouse hops onto her palm.

"Stuart, this is Marty, and this is Doctor Emmett Brown. Marty's your cousin."

Stuart's eyes light up. "I have a cousin? Wow, this is amazing! It's nice to meet you, Marty! Can I shake his hand, Mom?"

"Sure, sweetheart, if that's alright with him. Is that okay with you, Marty?"

Marty blinks. He looks to Doc for help but the man is avoiding his gaze. "Sure."

Mrs. Little leans forward, stilling holding Stuart in her palm. Once he's within arm's reach, Stuart sticks out one of his tiny hands. "Put her there, cousin!" he grins, and it takes up his entire face, his eyes nearly squinted shut.

Marty cautiously reaches for the outstretched hand--paw--and shakes it gingerly between his forefinger and thumb. "Right back atcha," he replies weakly.

honestly this fic/series is where i really get to be funny (imo) so i'm gonna share this part i have written just cuz i want everyone to know that i can write humour and have good comedic timing:

"[...] We're always in Hill Valley, anyway, where some generation of Tannen is out to get my hide, and what the hell am I supposed to do about that? But this is New York: no Tannens out East, right?"

"This brings me to my next point."

Marty's face paled. "You're not about to tell me there's a Tannen here in New York City that's itching to pick a fight with me, right?"

Doc shook his head but his frown only deepened.

"Itching to pick a fight with...Stuart?"

Doc winced.

"Perfect."

FOR CRYSTAL BALL:

this was mentioned in relation to who is the man i see where i'm supposed to be in the post linked above so im not gonna talk too much about it. this file is basically stuff i might add into that fic but at the moment is separate cuz its easier to jot down shit on my phone. here's something:

Marty's head was swimming. He could feel his thoughts being read, his memories being manipulated, as if the man in the mirror were physically arranging and rearranging his consciousness.

HELLO IF YOU HAVE MADE IT TO THE END CONGRATULATIONS IM NOW IN LOVE WITH YOU! But in all seriousness, I really appreciate you taking the time to read all of this (compiling this literally took me all day haha) and I hope that you liked at least a few of the ideas in here! I know some are a bit weirder than others (yes i am looking at you stuart little x bttf crossover) and some may be a ship you dont like, but it means the world to me that you took the time to get all the way down to the bottom <3 literally if you want like a discounted commission or a kiss on the mouth i'm offering it to any of yall who made it this far, literally just message me. and tell me which wip(s) is/are your fave!

#my fic #bttf #back to the future #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAD A LOT OF FICS TO TALK ABOUT AND A LOT TO SAY #bttf posting

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Imagine (based on the incomplete fanfic Son of the Underworld) (Son of Hades! Percy AU) (5/5) or (5/10)

Hey so, this is the last part of PJO - I follow into HOO, so before you read this, check on the masterpost - and read the warnings before proceeding :)) Good reading!

Annabeth comes to him, at the end of his fifteenth birthday party, and shows her Daedalus laptop. There's a document open in it, and it's labeled Achilles' Curse.

Percy doesn't read it - he hates reading, in any way or form or language - but she does, out loud.

"I'll think about it"

They have a year. Most of them, even those who aren't year-rounders, are going back to camp, to draw battle plans and stock on the armory.

He feels kinda selfish - for a whole five seconds before he remembers he'll probably die next summer, so he just shrugs it off - Percy deserves this year.

They all leave to go back to camp. Nico seems conflicted over something - but Perseus doesn't question it, there's enough bad blood between them.

Paola is really cool - and Sally really loves her. It's kind of bizarre at first, to see his Mom dating his teacher - and of a subject he hates - but Paola is calm and well-tempered and she laughs at his stupid ass jokes.

He visits Persephone afterward - and it really feels like he has three moms to fulfill his lack of a father - well, he is absolutely grateful for the women in his life.

Percy isn't truly in good terms with his father. The man doesn't really seem to care much for him as a person - he is much more of a trophy son.

Perseus loathes being a trophy son, but at least he has someone to help with his powers - not something a lot of half-bloods can claim.

So he goes back to school with Rachel, and they pretend everything is normal. He tells her about his quests - all three of them. He thinks she understands him better now.

He opens up to her. Tells her about Annabeth - the adrenaline-fueled kiss - and Rachel stops talking with him for a week.

She apologizes when she comes back. She needed to figure some things up - firstly, the redhead tells him she is probably asexual - and maybe aromantic too, but she is not certain because the internet wasn't really clear about that.

Then Rachel confesses that she is not jealous of him in a romantic way - she is envious of his friendship with Annabeth. Percy is her first genuine friend that really appreciates her.

This is the first grudge Perseus lets go for real before it even takes place - Rachel didn't leave him because of teenage drama, she ignored him out of confusion. Everyone is allowed space - he knows this better than anyone.

They don't kiss anymore. Not because Rachel doesn't like it - no, she is all for it - but because Percy is starting to think kisses should mean something - he is saving them.

They kiss once - when Rachel father calls for the first time this year - not to ask about her, but to tell Rachel he found this amazing all-girls school. To Percy, kisses mean comfort.

They cuddle a lot, though. These past few years of fear have made Percy very touch-starved.

It's sophomore year - and Percy is in five AP classes: Macroeconomics&Microeconomics, Statistics, Calculus AB, Physics 1, and Comparative Government and Politics.

He is planning on taking both AP Computer Science classes, Psychology, Physics 2, and Calculus BC next year; leaving only Electricity&Magnetism, Mechanics, Chemistry, and World History for his senior year.

If he lives, he is working on a tight schedule here. He doesn't know what he wants yet - and if he is in constant danger, it's already pretty lucky he can do high school - but probably something with Math.

Rachel says fourteen AP courses are ambitious - that he'll burn out. But math comes to him easily enough - it's in his blood.

She is also overworking: She is taking AP Environmental Studies, Art History, Drawing, 2-D Art and Design, and English Literature and Composition.

They complete each other. Rachel is planning on taking as many Art, History, and English courses as she can - he is taking as many Physics, Math, and Science as he can handle.

(She is also going to take on Japanese studies for some reason - probably for her GPA, but Perseus just teases her that she is getting too invested in anime)

Perseus doesn't care about languages anymore - the only languages that matter to him are C++ and JavaScript now.

They study together, they take naps together, they climb to the roof together, they flee school to visit Sally together - he is the Pinky to her Brain, the Scooby to her Shaggy, the Lois Lane to her Superman, the Robin to her Batman.

They look like troublemakers - They are honor roll students, but she is always with ripped pants dirty with paint, and he is always full of flowers everywhere, even in his muddy converses - a cliche to kill all cliches.

They're both nerds - he is the classic one, all polo shirts now, the first chair for every number-related class - and she is the artsy one - there's a brush behind her ear and her hair is so messy that half the time it covers her face.

Paola gifts him a pair of cheap frames without lenses once - saying it adds to the aesthetic - he totally uses them.

Persephone just makes him flower-crowns, and giggles when he matches them with his polo shirts.

When winter comes, he goes back to his hoodies and sweaters and gloves - to find out he doesn't miss them a lot.

Rachel introduces him to polaroids - and they look eerily pretty in the winter, her hair looking like blood spilling over the snow - and he loves it.

If he survives - he can feel Rachel slapping him - when he survives, his college credits will be remarkable. The idea of doing SATs makes him want to cry - reading always does - but he'll get somewhere good - he knows it. Perhaps Stanford. Or NYU. Or the dream of his life, MIT.

He is living his life to the fullest - he starts reading comic books, he gets really (really) into Tony Stark once Iron Man 1 comes out (even if he has to kill at least three monsters just to go to the movies), he plants trees and Rachel starts teaching him how to play her ukulele - but half his mind is still on the upcoming war.

Christmas vacation comes - and he goes to visit Camp Half-Blood, before heading back to his mom. It's quite memorable, if only by the fact that Nico Di Angelo freaking betrays him.

He tells Percy to come to the Winter Solstice with him. Most of the campers are not going - the war effort is in an all-time high - but Percy has never gone before. Hades will be there - it'll be great!

Perseus should absolutely be less surprised with the outcome - seeing that Nico is inviting him in Cabin 1, post-dinner, and they don't even stop to talk to Chiron about it.

But Percy goes. Because Percy wants to make amends.

There's no time to really talk to anyone. They travel in Blackjack for the Empire State Building - and it's fine.

They go up to Olympus, Nico shows him everything in the god's land, the temples are a work of art, if not kind of old, and the meeting is kind of okay, even if the gods are squabbling children.

Then the gods leave, and Perseus thinks they're leaving too.

"My father needs a word with you"

Perseus feels the betrayal claw on him. There are no shadows in the white hall, there's no way for him to escape. Nico looks apologetic - Percy wants to clock him in the face.

"He promised to tell me more about my mother" Nico pleads "He will tell me more about where I've come from. Please, Percy."

Nico is cute. He is, for a soon-to-be fourteen-year-old. But his pretty face and exquisite white eyes don't make him any less of a freaking liar. All his handsome male straight friends betray him - it's a worrying pattern now.

He muses for a second that they also all have a crush on Annabeth - gods, the blonde attract the worst types.

It's double-crossing - Percy ends up in an all-white cell that burns his retinas without any weapons because Zeus wants praise in the middle of this freaking war - doesn't matter if a hundred demigods die, if he only has the glory.

Nico ends up with barely any information - Zeus didn't promise anything. The god of the skies is a lying-ass motherfucker - literally.

And Zeus justifies it - He says Perseus is a criminal because he awakened Typhon. So Hephaestus issues a quest so he can save a hundred demigods, he destroys a powerful titan weapon of doom, and he is the villain? Sure, Jan.

Perseus writes this grudge in his heart - that's where trust will take you. To a cell. Betrayed by a "friend". Again.

He flinches when Nico comes into his cell, pins him to the wall and promptly begins to try and strangle him. He wants to melt in the boy's shadow - to go and never give him a chance to explain - but he looks so guilty Percy waits for his repentance.

The son of Zeus saves him, but Perseus is still pissed off. The god of thunder has threatened to kill him off at least two times now, what is to say he wouldn't have killed off Percy for the sake of glory?

He half hopes Zeus had killed him off. The war is close, too close - Nico wouldn't be the Prophecy's child. There would be no child. Olympus would fall - and Percy would have seen it all from his very comfortable couch in Elysium.

He wants Kronos gone - but he kind of wants Olympus to fall with the Titan.

Nico flies him down to the Earth - the elevator is monitored. Zeus has left, like many others - not to bother with the war effort against his main enemy, but to go to the human world mess with people.

Some gods are doing something - He has heard from Annabeth that Artemis is leading the widest hunt ever, with her brother by her side; Hermes (with Hephaestus help) is delivering Celestial Bronze, other metals, old schematics and a whole lot of fuel to Camp Half-Blood every few weeks; Poseidon is fighting his own war, in the ocean; Dionysus is at Camp - and this time, he is really helpful with the battle formations; Demeter is on the Underworld - Chiron seems to think his father is preparing for war, but Percy sorely doubts it.

Percy is taking some people with him to Sally's Christmas dinner. Just Annabeth, Clarisse, Rachel, Connor, Travis, and Charles - people who don't have a present family to celebrate it with.

Grover is coordinating the dryads up in San Francisco with his second cousin, Gleeson Hedge - they are the first to fall if anything goes wrong in Mt. Othrys.

"I think you should stay." He tells Nico.

"You don't trust me anymore." It's not actually a question.

Percy doesn't trust the boy. Not at all - it's the third time he does something shady to achieve his ends based on emotional turmoil. But he is a good person - it's just his father's cursed temper and his grief.

"It's not that. You're needed for the war effort."

Both of them know it's a lie. Percy doesn't care - he deserves to be bitter a little longer.

Percy goes back home. Christmas is amazing - even if Rachel asks him where Nico is because he is talking about making amends with the boy for a while now.

He goes visit Persephone - but she is occupied, so he wanders through the Underworld after Bianca di Angelo - someone he, for some reason, never been able to reach. It's a pointless endeavor by now.

He finds her. Or else, he finds a shadow of her - she is blocked from his view. Bianca doesn't talk to him - they weren't close - but she guides him to a girl.

Her name is Hazel Levesque.

She seems lost - like most ghosts - but something in Percy calls for her. It's the color of her skin and the sparkle in her golden eyes - Hazel remembers him of himself.

He promises to visit more - even though he doesn't think she'll remember it - and leaves to go back to the surface - he will finish the sophomore year.

And Percy does. After a very distressing break, he is doing his best. His grades drop a little in English because he can barely focus - half his mind is on the war and Nico's betrayal and Hazel Levesque's golden eyes.

Miraculously, his GPA doesn't fall - he still is taking a ridiculous amount of AP classes, and barely has time to breathe - dark circles grow under his eyes, and he looks like a mess - but now he is a Junior.

That's why, as soon as the year ends, Rachel takes him on a road trip with Connor. They go all the way to Boston, then Portland, Quebec, Montreal, Ottawa, Syracuse, Baltimore, and Filadelfia, before going back to NY.

They are stopped five times by the police - because Percy is black, and it's Rachel driving the Camaro, because she has a learner's permit and Connor is, somehow, an approved license holder.

They are on a pier, enjoying the view of the beach. They did the last week alone because Connor wanted to go check on one of his cousins - at least, that's what he said, with an over-exaggerated wink that both Percy and Rachel ignored for the sake of their sanity.

She tells him about Clarion Ladies Academy - but that her father is at least mildly happy with her GPA this year, even if he disapproves of her Art focused AP classes. Percy thinks Mr. Dare would love him, with his APs on Economics and Politics, if only he was rich. And white.

This time, when Charles Beckendorf arrives in a Pegasus to tell him it's time, Rachel doesn't kiss him - she justs hugs him and makes him promise to call her.

Perseus doesn't go to the Andromeda Ship - he is needed in Camp. He is useless on the water - but they do need him to improve battle strategy.

Charles Beckendorf is dead. Thalia is the one to tell them - she was in her father's palace helping with a monster under her Lady's orders - he went on the mission alone.

Percy talks briefly with Beckendorf's ghost - is his worst developed power, and he can barely hold the "seance" for more than a few minutes. He does it with only Nico di Angelo for witness - the others are the way to close to the situation.

There's a spy passing information to Luke.

They look at him. Doesn't matter how much he does, he is always the first suspect - he is a son of Hades. He was friends with a lot of people on the other side. He was gone for a year and a half, who knows where.

Perseus wants to say that he has helped to save their asses four times now - that without him in the Labyrinth, they would all be dead right now - and that Charles was basically his older brother.

Then he points out he wasn't even here - he had no idea of any plans of anything - and he told him about the spy, so he is not the freaking spy, go point fingers at each other instead of him.

When they start yelling, he stops them - this is not the time, he was just angry at their accusations. They have to burn Charles shroud. Silena is inconsolable - Percy is not very far from it, but he is not a public crier. The last time he cried in public, Luke was dead on a cliff.

Percy speeds up the line for Elysium to Beckendorf - his brother deserves it.

They read the prophecy together - Perseus already read it last summer, he doesn't even care anymore. They look at him anxiously - no one has forgotten that he abhors most of the gods.

Clarisse and Michael Yew fight, but Lee Fletcher - with a mechanical arm built by Beckendorf himself, still re-learning how to shoot arrows and forever incapable of playing the guitar again (but the keyboard is not ruled out yet) - stops them: They can share the chariot. The war is more important - is not the time for petty fights.

Chiron shows them Typhon - and Perseus has a sliver of hope that they can destroy Kronos and be free of the gods at the same time - It's a horrible hope, because he loves Persephone and some of them are even okay sometimes, but he really wants Zeus to go to Tartarus for at least a century, so Perseus doesn't meet him again in this life.

But he also wants the gods to win, because there's a lot of dead people - innocents, people who have nothing to do with this war.

He dreams of Rachel. Rachel is painting Luke - and Percy wakes up crying, for the boy the gods took away.

Annabeth takes him aside and reminds him of Achilles' Curse. He is off to May Castellan's house - the last place Luke has been - for it's his best and only chance, its what Annie thinks. And she is scarcely wrong.

Perseus hates the gods. They wrecked a family - and for what? May Castellan - forever waiting for a son that will never come back, haunted by visions of his future, plates of burned cookies everywhere.

Perseus doesn't pity her - he rages against the gods, who brought madness upon this woman and then left her to it. Where was Apollo, the god of health? Dionysus, who is supposed to control mental health? Artemis, whose job is to protect women?

Hestia is kind - but she is still a goddess. She could've prevented this - but she hides in her hearth and abstains - and that's enabling. Hestia enables the other gods to do as they please, even when she is the oldest. She says they ignore her - oh well, she ignores them right back! He has no time for the laments of another all-powerful being.

So he goes to his mother and asks for her blessing. Then, just to be sure, he asks Persephone's too.

He thinks about his anchor - where does he want it to be in his body. He doesn't want somewhere in his back - where he can't see it - or in his gut - where anyone can stick a sword. He settles for the bottom of his back - where he can at least touch it and it's well protected by armor - and dives.

Perseus hates water - and he has an uncanny fear of drowning. He feels pain - everywhere, horrible pain.

His vision now doesn't have Annabeth's face - the blonde is his link to the demigod world, Persephone is his link to the Underworld and his mom is his link to childhood - but the person who grounds him is Rachel.

He is stronger. He feel his powers at his fingertips - Perseus feels the Underworld as a whole, and it's overwhelming.

Green flames explode from his hands. Flowers made of shadows curve around his ankles - he has been training since he was 12, but now his body can sustain all of his power. This is all his.

He goes meet with his father - Perseus manipulates him. He tells Hades he'll be the hero, but the god himself can be praised for more than being his father. That he should join the battle against Typhon - That's his chance of proving himself. Also, there's less paperwork for him if there are fewer dead people.

His father is amused with his blatant bribing, but he thinks about it, Percy can tell. In a way or another, he excuses himself and goes back to the surface where he is needed.

Persephone stalls him. She asks him to stay, just for this night. He can go back in the morning - he sleeps, and dreams of Rachel again, drawing in the sand. In greek.

He is scared for her - she is having demigod dreams, but she is mortal. Something is wrong.

Typhon is getting worse - and Kronos draws closer to NYC. It's time - he calls for Blackjack and leaves - Mrs. O'Leary, who has become more or less of a mother to his own hellhound, follows. Persephone promises to convince Hades.

They have about sixty campers able to fight heading for the Empire State Building, and five healers. The ones too young to lift a sword or string a bow stayed back at Camp with Argus - fifteen children between 5 and 9 years old.

Percy knows he looks different - he looks just like his father. He has gained a godly aura - he has no scars anymore, no imperfections. Perseus looms over all of them - he went from 5'7'' to 6'2'' - it's a weird view, from up there. It's still strange when they look at him with a mix of fear and admiration.

Perseus Jackson is officially their leader. He hates Olympus - but he will give his life to defend every single one of his demigods.

The vision Hestia shows him just makes him want to tear this throne room with his bare hands - Luke was a kid. He was a kid - and the gods corrupted him. Thalia was a kid - and the gods took her life, twice. Annabeth is still a kid - they all are - and she is here planning battle strategies.

Annabeth missed an extra year of formal education - while Percy is a Junior, Annabeth barely qualifies for a Freshman - because the gods took this from her too.

Percy rages. The ground of Olympus trembles beneath him - he wants to kill something.

Then Hermes appears - like this whole war is not his fault in the first place, the literal bastard - just to relay a message from Athena that gives them a plan that Annabeth was already putting into works and tells Percy to stay away from Annabeth.

Like she cares. Like Athena has ever, ever, done anything for Annabeth.

Perseus can't punch Athena, so he punches the messager (also, because he freaking guilt trips both of them about Luke). He has nothing to lose - he is going to die by the end of the day anyway, and they need him too much.

He has punched a god before - Ares, in a desert in the middle of Los Angeles - but this time, it's satisfactory. He feels good after it.

Hermes seems strangely resigned - He feels guilty about Luke too, but Perseus doesn't think it's enough. It'll never be enough, not while the gods leave their children to rot in a cabin of rejects and May Castellan bakes cookies for a son that will never come back.

Hermes leaves, ashamed. It's only fair, Perseus thinks. They all should be ashamed.

They see the city asleep - the prophecy is in the works.

Perseus executes their strategy - every cabin is covering a tunnel, with the exception of Dionysus, because Pollux is with the Demeter kids, and the Hecate kids stay behind to use spells to overlook the city. Lincoln Tunnel is getting covered by Ares - who, this time around, is actively participating.

The undetermined who didn't desert are with Hermes - and the minor god's children are divided by specialty - most Hypnos and Morpheus children follow him directly, but the two sons of Iris go with the Apollo Cabin.

Annabeth executes Plan 23, automatons, mounting on Mrs. O'Leary (who has strict orders to take Annabeth anywhere she wants without stopping to play around) - she doesn't need his help with this, and Percy has a tunnel to defend.

That left the rivers uncovered - until Thalia appears, with magical sand money, and made the rivers cooperate.

The hunters join the Aphrodite kids - who are half a dozen children between 11 and 19 - the oldest being Silena Beauregard, who uses a crossbow that looks exactly like her immortal half-brother's one.

His bridge is completely covered on skeletons - but no monster comes, even if he hears explosions. He leaves an English Lieutenant from the Battle of Yorktown in command of the bridge - with Tyene, the oldest daughter of Morpheus, to be in alert and don't let Clovis sleep through the battle. Because he did it before - and while it is funny, it can't happen right now.

Perseus mounts Blackjack - and go see where the noise is coming from. It's the Williamsburg Bridge - where are most of Apollo's Cabin.

They fight - and Percy almost cries when he sees Luke, who is not Luke anymore. Luke, who is a puppet controlled by Kronos.

Perseus kills the Minotaur and the weight of his stone spikes collapse the bridge - and Michael Yew dies. This time around, the bridge falls silently into shadows, and he doesn't bother about searching for the corpse - he saw the boy falling, and his screams will haunt all of them, forever.

This time around, Annabeth is not there to protect him - Ethan also doesn't try to kill him. The Son of Nemesis doesn't leave Kronos side for a second - but there's regret in his eyes.

After the bloodlust is gone, Perseus collapses - Will has to bride carry him back. Overuse of his powers - he summoned skeletons and produced shadows, melted enemy swords (with the bonus of incapacitating them without killing), and sprouted stone spikes everywhere - there's even a vine or ten that he used to hold his friends from falling.

Perseus doesn't sleep quickly enough to not hear the yell of anguish that comes from Lee Fletcher - the pain of losing a brother and not being able to fight beside him.

But he does sleep - and he dreams. He dreams of Hades killing Maria Di Angelo, not Hera, like Zeus told Nico. He dreams of Zeus cursing the Oracle - and he seethes, because he also sees what happened to May Castellan.

He keeps getting angrier and angrier at the gods - it's building inside of him. But his friends are still here, still fragile. He can't let them suffer more.

Perseus wakes up, checks on everyone - most everyone is either injured and/or exhausted, but he checks on every camper. He knows all of their names, their ages, their cabins. - and promises to sit up to talk with Thalia and Nico - war makes him prone to peace - and promptly goes back to sleep.

He dreams of Rachel. He wants to scream for her not to come: but she'll anyway.

Perseus dreams of a boy. He is his age - maybe a little younger. His hair is blonde and his skin is whiter - but Percy glances at his eyes, and there are waves in them.

There's a girl by his side - she is familiar to Percy, somehow. They're climbing a mountain.

The dream ends and Percy can't make heads or tails of it. He asks Thalia if she has a brother, but she says that she doesn't, looking wistful.

Prometheus is tempting - but he knows there's no Luke anymore, there's only Kronos. And the gods are horrible, vile and immature - but they never killed any of Percy's friends. Some of them died for the gods - but never by their hands, so for now, Perseus would toe the line.

He does want to punch Hermes again. He takes the Pythos - if everything goes wrong, he will not hesitate in going down for the sake of his friends - but there have been six deaths, and it's enough.

"Was it worth it?" He asks Ethan.

"Alabaster is alive" And it's all the answer Percy needs.

He dreams of Ethan and Alabaster. Alabaster is alive, yes, but he is missing half a leg - courtesy of Clarisse herself. Luke - Kronos - is indifferent, and Ethan curses the daughter of Ares - "The sword that took from us will take from you"

He contains Hyperion with his shadows. Then he helps Grover (who was half asleep, because of Morpheus) to make the Titan into a tree. It's a pomegranate tree - then he sets hellish fire to it and sacrifices it to Hades and Persephone.

A pig is in the sky - this time around, Annabeth and her frightening army of automatons kill it with Nico's help.

Perseus laughs - because Annabeth has about two hundred automatons under her command, Martin Luther King and Alexander Hamilton leading the charge with a giant bull being ridden by the Mad Hatter behind them.

It's weird to see historic figures Percy admires - like Jane Bolin, Sylvia Mendez, or Abraham Lincoln - fighting alongside people he downright despises - Thomas Jefferson and the goatfucker, herpes-ridden, Colombus. His Comparative Government teacher would have a field day.

Annabeth and Nico's pair up is amazing - They fight alongside like they have been doing it all life.

Nico is a force of nature, flying and commanding the winds to do his bidding - His eyes shine in the midst of the stormy clouds. His specialty is weather manipulation - he hasn't had much success with direct energy or electric discharges.

Annabeth has her mother's tenacity for war - and her clever mind for strategies. It's clear in her eyes - she is racking the weaker points of the Clazmonian Sow in her mind and destroying it. The automatons hold the pig in place - and she makes bacon of it.

Hercules couldn't do it. Nico and Annabeth can, because they have the power and the mind.

Perseus is still fighting off monsters - but they're too widespread, so they retreat to the doors of the Empire State Building.

Percy does a mental tally: of sixty-two campers, six are confirmed dead, twenty are injured and nine are out of commission on exhaustion. There should be 27 orange shirts here - but there's only twenty.

Percy wonders if the seven missing are injured, or dead, or under a pile of rubble somewhere with no one to help them. Is there someone being slowly eaten by monsters? Is there someone alone and injured and abandoned? He doesn't know.

He prays that those seven deserted them - at least that means they probably are alive and well.

Perseus looks at Phoebe's grief-stricken face, and he knows it's not probable - she had almost three dozen hunters with her, and now there's barely fifteen still fighting, Thalia nowhere to be seen.

They prepare for their last standing - Percy keeps conjuring skeletons, but they're no match for the sheer strength of the hyperborean giants. Nico is shoulder to shoulder with the Stoll brothers against a group of telkhines - Clarisse is bringing down a whole giant by herself.

After the Party Ponies save them - Chiron leads the charge against his own father, and Perseus is so proud of his mentor he can't even put in words how much - he goes to sleep. Fighting gets him tired quickly, and they'll come back.

He dreams of Dionysus. Perseus is not fond of any god who is not Persephone, but Dionysus is mostly okay sometimes. He seems to care about his children.

Perseus couldn't care less about the Western Civilization - but he'll care for Pollux. It's one of his demigods, after all, and Underworld people are possessive of theirs (i.e. Hades and Persephone).

He dreams of Thalia, in her father's palace, begging Poseidon to leave the underwater war and help with the invasion - His wife is none too happy with the presence of his immortal bastard daughter.

He wakes up to Rachel's helicopter falling - how is Rachel even awake, is a mistery.

The improbable pair Nico and Annabeth strike again: The girl knows how to fly helicopters, and the boy can fly himself. They save the redhead and the pilot - everything is fine.

"You're not the hero"

"Why did you risk yourself to tell me something I already know?"

Rachel doesn't explain - she can't. But she has a vision that says that he is not the hero. The hero of what? Perseus has no idea. But there's no way any of his cousins is dying for this stupid prophecy.

Suddenly, there's a drakon there. Rachel has another prophecy - Perseus fears she will walk the path that led May Castellan to destruction - that only a child of Ares will be able to kill it.

Bad news: All children of Ares are otherwise out of battle.

Clarisse is resting after a nasty concussion - and her brothers and Apollo's children are fighting yet again because Lee Fletcher is in no condition to stop them and Michael Yew is dead. Ares' side refuses to fight without the chariot - which Cabin 7 has hidden somewhere.

The best they can do is fend the drakon off until a miracle occurs. And it does: Clarisse, in full armor, manages to lead her brothers into battle.

Clarisse is dead. Something shatters inside of Perseus - and he leaves the drakon for the Ares' children to solve - he can't kill it anyway - and starts to vaporize the army behind it.

He is so caught up in bloodlust, that he almost misses Clarisse slaying a dragon. Clarisse, who has no armor. Clarisse, who is alive.

Ethan's curse rang true - Clarisse's weapon took something from her.

Silena is a traitor. She is also dead - which makes her a martyr, and probably going to reunite with her boyfriend in Elysium.

He remembers how easy is to fall for Luke's charm - he was - is - still in love with the guy. Percy thought the son of Hermes could do no wrong - and he wonders how much of his rage against the gods sprout from his influence.

Something evil inside of Perseus's mind tells him she deserved it. It tells Perseus that better her than Clarisse - but he shuts it down, and concentrates on his shining red friends.

He hates Ares. But he might just have an okay side if he can produce such a magnificent daughter.

Silena is the Patroclus to Clarisse's Achilles, and the Drakon is Hector - and the daughter of Ares is sure to parade its dead body.

It's the first time they feel like they are winning. It doesn't last - but as he hugs Clarisse tightly, he thinks he might cry of relief.

Clarisse looks tough - but she is a wonderful human being. She loves Silena with her whole heart - even more than she loves Chris, her best friend. Silena might've been in love with Charles - but she and Clarisse? They are soulmates.

The damned Pythos is following Perseus - and he is done with it. He knows where hope will survive best. Rachel wants him to give it to Hestia - but he owns the fire goddess nothing.

She has never interfered, not once, to help the dozens of demigods with no family that is abandoned in Cabin 11, and he won't forgive her for it.

He sacrifices hope to Persephone because that's what spring is. Spring is the hope of a new life. Maybe, Perseus thinks, it'll convince his father to come.

They go down to make their final stand against the forces of Kronos. There's not a lot of them - but they're not getting through those doors.

Well, his father doesn't come. But Poseidon does, with his whole army, Tyson and Thalia behind him, and the scales seem to turn.

And then Kronos cuts the barrier. Perseus can see his Mom (why is his Mom here with a handgun?!) and Poseidon fighting against the monsters under the eyes of extremely confused mortals.

Some are trying to break the barrier - but it's futile. Kronos has corraled them like sheep for the slaughter.

It's just him, Grover, Annabeth and Nico, fighting against Kronos vanguard - which is big, but not as strong as they are.

Kronos passes him without resistance - Ethan follows, but there's anger in his eyes - not for Percy, but for the monster he is leashed to. Alabaster is not there.

As soon as Kronos powers stop working on them, the four follow the titan - and some things never change, no matter the universe.

This time, it's Nico who falls because of Hera - it's her curse over all of her husband's bastards.

Ethan takes one look at Perseus, and they don't even need to fight. They have been friends for longer than they have been enemies - and they both loathe the gods, but Kronos is as much of an all-powerful controller being as any of the Olympians.

They battle against Kronos - Perseus has only his ax against his scyther - a true Underworld fight.

Ethan dies. And Perseus bloodlust consumes him - it clouds his eyes and he can only keep fighting.

"If... if we've had cabins... and they had thrones"

It's true, and more than ever, Perseus wishes Kronos wasn't such a bastard. He wouldn't bother killing the gods - but the titan is a way worse option.

"LUKE, PLEASE" It's Annabeth. He doesn't have her faith - she didn't saw his transformation. But he tries anyway because he loves Luke just as much as he hates Kronos.

"Luke, remember our summer" But his words are caught up in his throat when the titan throws him against the wall.

But the amalgamation of his friend and an all-powerful being looks confused, so props for his genius best friend.

Kronos shows them a rainbow message of Typhon - and that's where Perseus it's pretty sure he starts liking his father.

Because the Lord of the Dead opens up the earth and gets out in a black chariot guided by skeletal horses like a king. By his right side, is Persephone, in armor battle as a queen should be. By his left, is Demeter, who looks every single bit like the matron she is supposed to be.

Behind him, a hundred thousand dead roars. Charon is mounting Cerberus - and literal hell is unleashed upon the Father of Monsters.

The gods strike down Typhon, sending him back to be locked away - this time, in the depths of Tartarus instead of Mount Etna.

Kronos gets mad. Utterly, undoubtedly mad. He talks about burning Luke's body. Then he hurts Annabeth and breaks two promises in one fell swoop.

"Luke.... remember family" It's what Annabeth utters, but Perseus, already certain of their own demise, is crying now.

"That summer Luke, you promised to never hurt her again. You remember it? YOU PROMISED LUKE!!"

Annabeth's promise was already broken - he had hurt her, all those years ago, in Mt. Othrys. But the promise he made to Percy - that he would never hurt her again - is new and broken, in the river Styx no less.

Luke regains his own body, for a minute, and Perseus runs to him like a man in a desert with no water.

"Please, please tell me there's a way to undo this, Luke, please, please"

"There isn't one, Percy" And it's the first time he hears Luke call him Percy, Percy and not Perseus, in his own voice, in two years. Percy cries.

"We... we don't have much time, hellebore. Give me Annabeth's dagger. Before he... before he takes back"

Luke calls him hellebore and it makes him start crying all over again. He gives him the dagger - and Luke kills himself, taking Kronos out with him.

Luke doesn't need to ask if Percy has ever loved him - Percy kept loving Luke, one-sided as it was, even when Kronos was there.

He still crying over Luke's body when the gods arrive. Luke is dead. Ethan is dead. Silena is dead. Michael Yew is dead. Charles is dead.

He lost three of his best friends in two days. Ethan is dead. Luke is dead. Luke is dead.

Perseus can't stop crying. They take Luke's body away - but he can't stop. Annabeth explains what happened to the gods - most of it, anyway. Apollo says he is in shock - his father says he is a hero.

Perseus doesn't feel like a hero. Was this all worth it? Was it worth it the pain and the death and the suffering?

Persephone touches him - and he has no tears to cry anymore. She can't hug him here, but she'll do so later.

He stares at the walls, listening to his friends being awarded - compensated by their siblings and friends' deaths - with a blank stare. Perseus wants his mom.

They call for him. He raised his head but doesn't bother getting up. He just saved their asses - for the fifth time in a roll. He deserves to grieve.

They offer him immortality. A place between the gods.

He laughs. Zeus looks murderous, but he can't stop laughing.

"My apologies, but I have to refuse," he says. But in his mind, he is thinking about how could they even think he might want to sit between them and be an all-powerful being, be another god ignoring his children and messing with mortal lives while thousands die for him.

"Promise me, on the river Styx, that you'll give me the wish that I want."

They promise him, that if it's within their capabilities, they shall grant him his wish.

"I wish for every child at the age of twelve to be claimed. I wish for cabins in Camp Half-Blood, for every single minor god, and my own father. I wish for Calypso to be free, and to the demigods from the opposite side of this war to be given amnesty. It's not their fault. It's not any of our faults."

"You dare to-" Zeus begins, but Percy is really tired of Zeus.

"We fought your war, we won your battles. We, the unclaimed and rejected stowaways of Cabin 11. We, the children of minor and Underworld gods. We deserve respect. Just like my father deserves a throne, just like the minor gods deserve justice."

"Don't you fear us?" Athena asks, something weird shining in her eyes.

"I thought I would be dead today. At least if I die now, I'm dying for something I believe in."

It stays unsaid that he doesn't believe in them. The other demigods look at him worried - but he is not afraid of the gods.

They grant his wish. Some of them aren't happy with it, but they have to do it. He meets Calypso at the front gates of Olympus - and her smile can brighten the pits of Tartarus. He sees Alabaster talking with Lou Ellen - they are both crying.

He thinks it's the end - it's not. Thalia tells him Rachel left for Camp in her Pegasus - and his father has lift the curse, the Prophecy is gone, but he fears for his best friend.

Perseus is too tired for shadow travel - he does it anyway. He flickers, but anyway, he is too late.

It works. Rachel - his best friend - is the new Oracle. Someone jokes they can't be together anymore and Rachel lifts an eyebrow.

"We never were. Didn't you see the last few hours?" Well, he did out himself. Mostly - they might say it's just friendship, and he will hate the way they twist it. Luke wasn't a villain, and Perseus isn't a pure hero with a heart of gold.

Perseus is healing from lost love - and Annabeth is too. His crush on her was only a crush, he thinks - She is his best friend first and foremost. They cry together at the bonfire that burns away the shrouds of 43 demigods - from both sides - and 16 hunters of Artemis. Their souls all rest in Elysium now.

Alabaster comes back to Camp and helps his siblings to build the new Cabin for Hecate, full of spelled blocks and magic chimneys. Clovis and Tyene have their hands full with their own cabins - it doesn't help they keep getting sidetracked with naps.

Somehow, Nico, Thalia, and his bond over helping construct Cabin 13 - They are both way too invested in the goth vibe, mostly because Cabin 1 looks like a temple, and Cabin 3 looks like a beach cabin. And both of them are so over it.

Perseus doesn't want a goth cabin - he is fighting against the aesthetic for years - but sometimes, there are no arguments. His Cabin is made of black marble, and there are skulls everywhere, with torches shining with green fire. Outside, at least. Inside, it looks like Persephone's garden, with input from the queen herself. It's ready just shy of the end of summer vacation.

Rachel tells the next Great Prophecy. Perseus isn't such a positive person to think it won't affect him - he hopes at least it'll wait until he is done with High School.

That night, he dreams of the blonde boy again - it's his first night without nightmares since the battle. He has a scar in his lip, and his green eyes pierce Percy's soul. Perseus wonders if they'll ever meet, wonders if this boy is one of the Seven of the Prophecy.

But alas, Perseus lets it go. The summer is over - he is sixteen, somehow. He is alive and going to go back to his mortal life and his junior year, and grief. Not everything is fine - but eventually, it will be.

It's not the end. Not yet.

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Please... (Redfinch)

Albert has been thrown to the refuge before. It was an ugly story but at least it prepared him from what was coming when he got thrown in again. But Finch? This was his first time learning on his own how relentless Snyder is...

Word count: 3302

Part : [1 this] - (if ppl like this i’ll make more parts)

Warnings: Blood, abuse, torture, knife cuts, restraints, mentions of death, beatings, cussing (no surprise there lol), in short this is a whump fic. I probably missed some warnings and if I did please let me know!

A/N: Hello, yes, I am well aware that I’ve vanished from my fanfic writing spree. It’s gonna be more common now because school is more hectic online than irl. Anyways, i came up with this idea when I was in the middle of having writers block from writing another wip and ended up finishing this one whoops. I also like ignored the remainder of requests from my inbox not bcs i don’t want to do them but i haven’t gotten the time. Especially since this is October and my school always have special plans on October so I’m sorry. But, hey I got a fic out! ENJOY! (might make this a three part thing if you guys want idk)

[ @jaelynn-is-slightly-confused i did it.......................... ]

The first time he got sent to this hellspace was years ago, and fortunately for Albert it only lasted for four days before he was able to bust out. Odd how he thought something would be different. He expected the treatment would stay the same, no surprise there. The bounded limbs, the painful souvenirs smeared all over his body, being left to fend for your own life, none of this was new. And yet, Al thought maybe something physical about this awful settlement would be different. Maybe painting the walls a different color? Cleaning the little drops of blood on the floor?

A funny idea to be thinking about in this kind of situation. But he needed something to calm him down. Something to distract him from the pain all over his body. The bruises from punches, the strangling feeling made by a strong pair of hands ghosting his neck, the cuts from a knife marking his skin, the pain in his wrists while they’re tightly bound to each other with a rope, basically everything that’s been given to him the minute he arrived here.

An itch in his throat triggered him to go on a coughing fit. It made him feel every inch of pain all over his torso as he reached for that itch. He ends up opening his eyes after spending a long time closing them.

His senses are now hyper focused on everything around him. Albert can feel the coarse cement wall through the back of his shirt. It’s the only thing making him sit up properly while he spreads his legs out on the dirty floor, just as equally coarse as the wall. He can see streaks of lights coming from the tiny windows on the wall he’s leaning onto. The only light source provided for this basement.

There isn’t anything in here. Most of the kids held in the refuge would stay up stairs. Rooms provided with rickety bunks where at least six kids slept all at once. Big scary men put on guard on every corner with batons, ready to strike when a kid acted up. You only get sent down to the basement, or what most kids would say the ‘torture chamber’, when the ungoldy amount of scars already given to you haven’t made you obey anything they say. And Albert has been a huge pain in the ass.

The sound of the heavy metal door opening bounces on the walls, pulling Albert’s consciousness away from the distraction forming in his head as he was about to close his eyes for another rest. Slow footsteps climbing down the wooden stairs echoes throughout the room. A weak light slowly gets stronger as the footsteps get louder in Al’s ears.

The sound of the footsteps against the wooden stairs turn into strong assertive steps on the concrete floor. Al weakly darts his eyes up at the big man, bringing a candle in one hand and a lit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth.

“Good to see you again, Al!” Snyder exclaimed after huffing out a cloud of smoke, a devilish grin painting his face.

“Wish I could say the same to you” Albert voiced as best as he could, hoarse but Snyder could hear the hatred behind it.

The beaten up redhead proceeds to spit at his captor’s shoes with a glare. In return, Snyder chuckles out whilst shaking his head.

“You think that’s funny?” Snyder challenged.

“Actually, I do!”

In the matter of seconds, Snyder gets closer and viciously grabs Albert by the neck with a tight grip. He holds him up with one hand on the neck, high with his back up against the wall.

Despite his throat being seconds away from being totally crushed, he was able to hold up his glare. The pain is unimaginable, but his smile remains. Albert is not giving in to obeying this man in any way. Not even the fear he’s trying to assert on him.

“Fearless. I admire that” Snyder notes, curiously tilting his head as he examines the details of his face.

“Thanks. My parents are pretty proud of that too” Albert needed some effort to get the words out, but thought it was definitely worth the pain to see the displeased look in Snyder.

“And very stubborn...”

They lock their eyes in a glare, none of them showing any sign of turning away.

“I’ll have to fix that attitude…” Snyder exclaimed. He turns towards the stairs leading upstairs and shouts, “Bring ‘em in”

The door opened, followed by a sound of two men viciously telling someone to obey their orders. Not a moment later, a tumbling noise reveals a weak body being pushed down the stairs and onto the concrete floor with a loud thud. Their back was facing Al, so he didn’t know who that was.

But Al noticed the newsboy cap, lying on the floor not far from the figure. It was thrown away from their head when they fell down the stairs. The cap looks eerily familiar. God, did Albert hope it wasn’t who he thinks it is…

The two men from earlier came down. One uses his feet to flip over the person they’ve just thrown down here, along with the bound wrists with the same rope as Al dropping in front of their chest. With the minimal light provided by the little windows and now the presence of Snyder’s candle, Albert can tell who they’ve just thrown in.

His smirk slowly drops at the sight of the weak boy. His hazel eyes no longer glaring at his captor, but staring helplessly at the body lying on the floor. Blond hair no longer electrified as it used to. Al’s favorite face to cradle no longer looks the same as before. Eyes still clenched shut. Snyder smirks, seeing his tactic has shown some progress. And he barely did anything yet.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Snyder taunted under his breath, only Albert was able to hear it, “Should’ve brought the boy into the mix sooner…”

Snyder loosens his grip around Al’s neck, but he’s soon held up once again by two of Snyder’s henchmen. One holds down his shoulders, pinning him up against the wall, and another by the chest and stomach.

Snyder makes his way to the boy on the ground with lazy steps. Albert can see him reaching for something under his jacket. It was soon revealed to be a knife once he playfully glides it in the air while kneeling down to the boy. He throws away his burnt out cigarette and places the candle on the floor, not far from the helpless body. He grabs the boy’s chin to make him look up with his free hand, smiling like the devil when he hears the boy whimpering from his touch.

“I’m not one to like guys… but this one’s clearly a looker, don’t you think?” Snyder examines the face in his hand.

Albert’s temper was acting up, but his struggles to break free from the strong grip was instantly met with punches to the stomach. The bruises from earlier makes the pain hurt even more. With a silent raise of two fingers, Snyder made the two henchmen stop the punching. It gives Albert some time to settle in with the pain.

Another signal from Snyder, and the henchmen drops Al on the floor and leaves the basement to the three. Albert’s head was up against the concrete floor, taking in the cold and dusty texture.

He’s on the same eye level as the boy. A desperate gaze towards the innocent face now full of blood, water, dust, and dirt all smudged together on his skin. Al could see more details, maybe bruises or cuts covered up by the smudges.

“Come on now, Finch! You’re invited to the party!” Snyder said to the boy, bringing his face right to his own. It forces him to slightly sit up, whimpering along as his body is getting forced under all that pain, “The least you could do is appreciate the invitation”

It was the order to open his eyes. God knows what Snyder would do if he didn’t. The action reveals a pair of Albert’s favorite blue eyes, but fear clouds it along with the redness caused from what he assumes to be a lot of crying.

Finch never loses his composure. He’s that cool and mysterious guy everyone is intrigued by. Either have a cool smirk or a neutral quiet face at all times. He doesn’t express his feelings freely, so it keeps people guessing. But those tear streaks, shaky limbs, pressed down sobs in his throat, that wasn’t usual. Albert may have seen him vulnerable, but this wasn’t the romantic and soft side of him that he’s used to. This was genuine fear.

“I know you’re not one to follow orders from me…” Snyder started, guiding Finch to sit up properly. His unbalanced head moves along with the dazing motion in his mind. In a split second, the sound of a slap echoes through the room. Finch falling helplessly the moment his huge hand connects to his cheek. With a little yelp from the pain, he’s back on the ground, desperately holding back his sobs and scrunching his eyes shut.

“... But I’m sure we could… make some changes to that” Snyder continued, turning his head around to face Albert.

By now, Al found the little strength to prop himself up to sit up against the wall again. He snarls, pushing Snyder to smile to his own amusement.

“I see progress being made!” He exclaimed with an unsettling grin after noting his silence. He turns back to face Finch, “Let’s see how much of that we can get for today’s session…”

Snyder drags Finch by the ropes that ties his arms together up till it can reach the rusty old hook attached to the ceiling. He gasps at the pain in his wrists carrying his entire weight up on the hook, all the pain being stretched out. The tip of his toes grazed the floor and his head hung low.

The same knife from earlier makes its way to press on Finch’s chest. Albert had only realized his shirt was unbuttoned just now and takes in all the horrifying scars. It ranges from faint purples and blues and very clear red and pink lines, all of which are smeared across his body. The cold blade hasn’t cut through his skin, but it made Finch’s senses hyper focused. Lungs working at full force, loud breathing and rapid chest movements. He thought he was just playing tricks, making him think he’s seconds away from cutting some skin.

When he least expected it, the blade drew another line just below his collar bone. It causes the boy to let out a half suppressed yelp. Snyder dragged the knife so slow, Finch could feel every bit of the pain.

“Wait! Stop!” Albert could only yell from a distance.

“Thought we’ve managed to get you to shut up...” Snyder turns his head a little to see Albert behind his shoulder. He digs the blade an inch deeper into Finch’s skin, causing a little cry to finally escape his lips but soon was suppressed once again.

“He has nothin’ to do with this!”

Albert shifts a bit loudly. It instantly alerts Snyder, causing him to fully turn his head towards him with a glare.

“Try getting any closer, and I’ll slit his throat open right now!” Snyder growled, firmly holding the blade against the weak throat. It made Finch pull his head up to avoid getting cut, inevitably forcing his eyes to open to stay cautious around it.

Albert locks his eyes in Finch’s desperate gaze back at him. A silent cry for help, which only made Al furious because he can’t do anything. He wants to wipe his tears away, clean his face, and just hold him tight against his chest. Get the two back to the lodge where their friends are waiting. Everything in his power to get Finch away from any more torture.

Snyder smiled at Albert’s compliance, forcibly settling his body back on the wall.

“Atta, boy,” He said, turning his head back to face Finch. He grabs a fistful of blonde curls and whispers, “See? Told’ja he’d listen to you”

Snyder pulls the knife out of his flesh. Finch gasps at the pain, red blood dripping down his body. His breath becomes fast and uncontrollable once again. And he didn’t stop there. Punches being thrown, more knife cuts, and a hand gripping firmly around his neck while he growls words that shapes nightmares. The chest starts to add in more color to it. Streaks of blood dripped down his slightly toned body. Each of those marks burns deeply into him. With every swing from the fist, Finch uses all his energy to suppress his voice despite the unimaginable pain it emits.

Finch has been in a fight before. He knows what it feels like getting punched over and over again. But this? This is something new. He’s in a position where he can’t do anything. And god is he scared for his life. Albert won’t blame him. After a few dozen punches, his lover fell limp. Hanging helplessly on the hook and taking all the new cuts and bruises like he deserves it. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that he actually might’ve given up.

“Can’t you tell he’s had enough of it?” Albert shouted, helplessly watching his lover get tortured to near death.

Snyder continues to use Finch as a punching bag, ignoring his near silent cries and Albert’s pleas to stop.

“What does it have to do with ‘im?!”

A hook to the chin this time.

“You fucking bastard! You’ll kill him!”

Finch couldn’t hold his crying anymore, despite being told to before he got thrown in the basement. Snyder draws out the knife again upon hearing all the sobs escape his cut lips.

“Snyder, please!” Albert’s voice shakes.

He stops his arm and turns to face Albert, dropping his hand with the knife to his side. Albert can be seen on the verge of tears, and he won’t deny it to anyone. Snyder’s lips fell open with wonderment.

“I get the point already. You don’t have to keep hurting him...” Albert explained even further, desperation lacing his words. Eyes slowly welling up with water, “Please…”

Snyder scoffs, twisting his lips into the devil's satisfied smile, “Say that again”

He just wants to see Albert complying to him. Hear him beg to stop the injustice torture. Maybe as far as to hear him cry.

“Please… Let him go...” breathlessly, Albert begged. He could feel a drop of water from one of his eyes threatening to fall down his cheek.

Snyder approaches Albert, kneeling down in front of him. He uses the knife from earlier, still full of Finch’s blood dripping off the blade, to tilt Albert’s chin upwards. He glares at Snyder once their eyes meet, but it only makes the man smirk with delight.

“I see you’ve come to your senses”

Hopefully that meant he’d stop and let Finch back upstairs. But this is Snyder, he’s not going to let one of his detained kids off for free.

“But I don’t think you’re... ‘docile’ enough,” Snyder added.

He puts away the knife, letting Albert breathe for a moment. But that breath was stolen from him as Snyder proceeds to slap his cheek, so hard the noise echoes throughout the room. He falls to the ground, adding more to the pain he’s feeling. If his hands weren’t tied up, he would’ve already punched the crap out of that monster.

“You sound adorable when you beg, y’know?” Snyder said standing up to walk back to Finch.

Albert huffs out breaths full of anger, watching him approach his bloody human punching bag. He blows a strain of red locks away from his eyes to carefully watch what he’s going to do.

Snyder grabs Finch’s cheeks, forcing him to look up, “You’re definitely a keeper. Isn’t that right, Al?”

He turns to face Albert, watching as the redhead struggles to sit upright once again. He didn’t break his glare at the man while doing so, showing his own daggers through hazel eyes.

Snyder scoffs it off, focusing back to Finch. He unhooks the rope off of the ceiling, the limp body giving in to gravity and hitting the floor instantly. His breathing is slowing down, but hitched with a sob ever so often.

“So, why don’tcha have a little alone time—“ He grabs Finch by the hair. He yelped in pain before being tossed towards where Albert is sitting, his feet somehow complying to the push despite the ache he feels, “—and think about what you did”

He was lucky, Albert was able to catch him into his chest and lap. If he didn’t, Finch would’ve hit the floor and added another bruise on his face. Finch quickly scrambles himself into his embrace as best as he can with tied hands in front of him. Shaking with suppressed sobs into Al’s tattered clothes.

“You don’t wanna make him suffer for something he didn’t do, right?” Snyder taunted.

It fuels Albert’s anger to the brim. He tries his best to wrap his arms around the boy while maintaining his glare at Snyder as he makes his way up the stairs. The heavy door quickly opens and shuts not long after a dozen or so drawn out steps up the stairs. The basement is once again left with minimal lighting since the candle from previously was brought up along with him.

The moment he hears the door close, Finch lets out his sobs. Loud, fueled with ache and fear. Albert suspects he was told to stay quiet while they were doing… whatever it is they did to him to make him look like this. He had a few guesses about what it was, but Al couldn’t bear to put the image in his head.

“Oh, Finch, what did they do to you?” Albert whispered, carefully holding Finch’s cheek up to see the damage.

Finch stays silent as they view each other’s faces. Albert wipes Finch’s tears with his thumb delicately to be careful as to not harm him. He cries at the touch of his soft hand, the gentleness he’s been longing for the moment he got into this shithole of a place.

He crashes his face into the crook of Albert’s neck, sobbing a little softer than before. Al places his chin on his curls gently. He rubs Finch’s back and shushes in his hair. Albert knows it won’t calm him down, but there’s nothing wrong with trying.

“Albert… please… I wanna go home…” Finch said shakily, so soft Al nearly couldn’t hear him. About the only thing he has said since the moment the couple has reunited.

Albert hushed the boy, rubbing his cheeks against Finch’s curls, “I know. I know. Just hold on for me”

He continues to sob, a puddle slowly forming on Albert’s shirt. The dam for Albert himself finally broke, letting a drop of water fall down his cheek and a nose slowly getting stuffed. He holds him in his tight arms, as if he’d disappear the moment he lets go.

“We’re gettin’ outta here. I promise” Albert promised, a big promise to uphold too.

It would seem difficult with the position they’re in. He believes their friends are out there coming up with an escape plan or will visit them frequently to check up on them till a plan forms. Till then, he promises to do everything he can to get Finch off of Snyder’s evil hands. Anything to see his Finchy smile again. Even if it ends up being the last thing he does.

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lunarrwolf · 4 years ago

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black butterflies [colby brock]

fandom: sam and colby/traphouse

pairing: colby x self

word count: 2,209

part(s): one two three

summary: after a prank gone wrong, colby and his friends meet another youtuber during her meet and greet in hopes it will cheer her up

A/N: this is a self-insert because it’s a fic that was started for my own personal pleasure. it was supposed to be shared last year on my fan account after a poll was done but never was bc i ended up not feeling ready to do so. i figured since i‘m ready to share it now, it would be best to do it here since it’s pretty detailed

THREE

By the time the pair reached their hotel on the west coast, the sky was significantly brighter than back home. While she loved the city that she frequently visited, she had to admit when the airplane reached its destination that Boston did not compare to the view that graced her. Palm trees, beaches and sunny skies greeted the two friends as they descended toward the runway of LAX that afternoon. Even the drive to the west coast Marriott location was a sight for sore eyes as the scenery blurred by with dozens of people walking the sidewalks and hundreds of restaurants and stores lining the street. Aiden won the competition of who could connect their music to the car’s stereo the fastest, playing indie music the whole ride. When they actually checked into the building, the walk and elevator ride consisted of a playful argument about who was going to get which bed. That was figured out quickly as Kirsy set her stuff on the floor of the shared room before throwing herself on the one next to the window.

After settling and calming themselves down, the close friends talked about what they could do first. However, she wasn’t feeling up to exploring right away. They’d only landed the night before and were now three hours behind their usual time. Jet lag wasn’t really at play since the difference didn’t mean much to someone who rarely slept anyway, but exhaustion was another thing entirely. The whole early morning was spent laying underneath the sheets

“You can’t lay here all day.”

“I beg to differ.” She rolled on her stomach from facing the ceiling, coming eye to eye with the rising musician. His hands were placed on his waist as he stared you down, to which she paid no mind because that was just how their relationship worked. “I just want to lay here in a room with an air conditioner and fantasize about people who don’t know I exist.”

Knowing exactly who she meant, Aiden raised an eyebrow, shifting his weight on one leg as he raised an eyebrow at her. “Please - that’s a cliche story that isn’t going to get you out of today’s plans.” The older of the two placed himself against the bed across from her, taking his hat off of his head to chuck it at the girl’s face. She let out a whine, sending him a glare that would send a fraction of shivers going on anyone else’s spine. The bemusement on the young man’s face was clear as day; they were in a busy city with long beaches and awe-striking sights and all she wanted to do was mope around on her phone.

He was going to have none of it.

It didn’t matter that one of their companions quit on them and the channel - this trip was about moving on, starting new chapters and showing everyone that she wasn’t as devastated as she made herself look on camera the other day. While he hadn’t known her as long, they were almost inseparable, and watching her delve into the nerves of walking around without the redhead was something he never thought he’d see. His friend needed someone to slap her out of this misery and drag her back into the world she lived in now; one of adventure and expanding the lack of social horizons. “Get your ass up, we’re going out.”

“What-” She glanced over at him, exasperation in her tone. “We landed in the state twelve hours ago. What exactly do you want to do at this hour?”

“It’s what I don’t want to do, and that’s be stuck in here until we have the meet and greet. Which is in a few hours,” he reminded her. He crossed the small room to fish the room key out of the side of his bag, glancing back to find her sitting up with a neutral expression on her face. He side swept her copy of the card onto the bed he gained in the race to the shared room, “Your body knows nothing about being put to rest for more than five hours. I’m sure it doesn’t register that you’ve changed time zones, so you have enough energy to be proactive.”

Kirsy stared at her friend blankly, shoving her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. She peeked down at the white and green piece of plastic sitting on the comforter, tempting her to join in on exploring the city. Which is what she should be doing, anyway.

For years, her mind had been plagued in the best way possible with dreams and manifestations of how her life would be if she was ever able to afford residency in California. The sandy beaches, clear skies, endless list of activities and shops, and modern beauty of such a popular location always drew her in. The plan was to save up and find a place with Casey, so ensuing on a trip that her eccentric friend insisted on doubling as an apartment search was tough for her. She got over situations very quickly - the events that unfolded about one week before were already shoved in the back of her mind as unnecessary but moral filled fog. People were harder to be rid of in the recesses. If someone was dear to her, she could live on as if they weren’t, though it wouldn’t be the case on the inside. Going out and enjoying herself didn’t sit right with the part of her that was stuck with the friendship that had a questionable ending.

The young adult kept an eye on the twenty-two year old as she seemed to be contemplating what she was going to do. He was going to drag her out to the elevator and out the doors either way. Still, it would be much more enjoyable of a break from reality if she was one hundred willing to partake in the adventure.

“How long are we staying again?” She looked up, meeting his gaze.

“I think four days. Unless we find a place, then we agreed to stay longer to sort everything out.”

“Okay.” With a defeated sigh she picked up the key and turned around to grab the small backpack she was able to carry on the flight over. Making her way to where Aiden patiently stood, she placed a small hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go find you a boyfriend, then.”

He shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh that only received a grin in response before they opened the door.

“I’m pretty sure this counts as stalking.” The brunette looked over the shorter figure, giving him a look that the slightly older male dismissed with a gesture of surrender. “All I’m saying is that checking her story is a step above what a normal person would do.”

“You’re not normal.” He retorted, his previously blonde friend agreeing with no problem.

“I would hope not,” Sam exclaimed, putting his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket as he smiled at his exasperated friend, “it’s kind of my whole brand.”

Colby couldn’t come up with a clever comeback. Since seeing that the vlogger and streamer had landed, he’d been dragging his friends around the local spots of Downtown Los Angeles. The anxiety that riddled him was as much of a positive aspect as it could have been - it matched the feeling their subscribers and community members would react at their own chances of meeting the group of four boys and the girlfriends of three of them. He knew how much he was acting out of character, and yet he didn’t care. Both parties had been admiring the other for months at a time without notice. Well, he noticed hers because everything she had came from the makings of a fan account she created for him and his friends. The lack of responses and her comments and work being drowned out by the millions of other fans gave her the impression that he never saw her past being another face, even after her own social media standing took off.

Taking the past three years into consideration benefited both ends of this infatuation. After proving successful in her journey when able to attend a convention the year before, she hoped having the platform would bring more attention to her rising brand so she could get the chance to embarrass herself in person.

It was the opposite for Colby.

All he’d wanted since realizing he was starting to experience the way a lot of fans felt towards any member of the housemates was a chance to meet her face to face. Maybe the way she affected him was because her own emotions manifested onto him whenever he skimmed a caption on one of her editing account’s uploads or read some of the posts she would put up on social media about him. Surely that was the explanation for all of this.

Everyone knew he was tired of trying to find the person he was meant to be with in girls from the Bay Area. No one he’d ever been attracted to or tried to start a relationship with in his years of living here had shown potential. Los Angeles was a palace for people who did a lot of stunts and acted a certain way to get where they wanted to go in life, and that included who they would get involved with. It became too hard too quickly for him to figure out the intentions of the few he tried to get to know romantically, and so he gave up on dating in this part of the country. Part of him did anticipate that if it wasn’t going to be someone he would see on the internet or the feed of any social media accounts, it would be someone from the family they’d all built over time. It would be a girl that’s watched their videos and been with them for a while and knew the guys well enough just by observing and enjoying the content they were given. It was nerve racking to think that the person he should really be with was a fan, as they would all categorize themselves as. So since he started being the one to keep an eye out for announcements and new content when it came to Kirsy, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it - he just couldn’t.

How would this girl who proclaimed herself a fangirl half the time - a girl who photoshopped images, created videos and made storylines for everyone to read - possibly be the one who took his heart and made it beat such a way? It just didn’t make sense.

Yet here he was, blindly following her updates along with any other local subscriber of hers to see if she would be going anywhere he could bump into her, his friends following along because they knew what was going on and wanted to be there for support. Having known him since they were in their early teenage years, Sam had every inch of how his best friend reacted to liking someone planted in his brain. He mapped out the stages in his head when Colby started talking about the ‘new YouTuber that looked familiar and he could have sworn she went to their tour or passed by them at an event’. When those stages started to ring true, he filled in their other roommates who started to notice the constant mention of her name as well. They’ve all been there for him, hoping that he would just admit he fell for someone he’d never personally met or spoken to before.

One of the taller members of the foursome looked between the more sane companions, wanting to help their friend keep the confidence they all knew he had. “We should invite her and her friend to the Love For Hire party this weekend. She’s going to be here around then, right?”

Colby brought his attention to Jake, his curiosity peaking at the mention of their new boyband. They all met their girlfriends at parties, didn’t they? At least - that’s the way it was perceived in his head when the moments began to blur together. It seemed the connections for all of them were made when they all met the nights of, and that’s what he wanted. Perhaps the fact that the trio of couples all met for the first time at one of the Traphouse’s parties made him much more superstitious than he wanted or expected to be. Going to a small event meant for local fans of another content creator and using it to meet her himself right before they all invited her to their house for a party? How much of an ideal was that?

The more he thought about it as they walked down the sidewalks beside the beach, the more ridiculous he sounded. So what if this wasn’t an ideal situation? If whatever it was he felt was genuinely reciprocated, then he would approach it head on and take the risk of wooing someone from his creator community. If not, then he would have to learn to deal with that.

Although, something told him that all of this overwhelming emotion would be worth it.

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foxy-lisard · 5 years ago

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Aaaahh, I’m so sorry for the delay! But, hey, at least I managed before the deadline. Really sorry, though, life has been kicking my ass in a multitude of ways.

Anyway, here is my @bnhanewyearsfanfictionexchange gift for @jeanscigarettes ! I hope you’ll like it! I went with the Fantasy AU bc Fantasy AU is good shit.

“What do you mean ‘the dragons have returned’?” Momo finally looks up from the book she was reading to look at her conspiracy theory loving friend. “They are extinct. The last one has been killed by your-”

“By the prick, yes.” Shoto sighs, his leg bouncing. “I have seen the proof, though. The woods are more alive than ever. The dragons have returned.” He pushes his own book to her over the table. She raises her eyebrow before picking it up and reading the page it is open on.

“Shoto, I know you would love this to be true…” She puts it down again after a minute, having read it already. “But it’s such a small chance, it barely even exists. And yes, I know a small chance is still a chance,” She continues before he can jump in with his favorite retort. “but why risk your life? You’re safe here, you can practice your magic all you want, you have books and comfort.” She lists some of the positives of living in the big city.

“But what if I don’t want that?” He stands up from his chair and walks to one of the many windows in Momo’s personal library. “What if I want adventure? Excitement? And a big fat finger to that prick, for everything he did?” He turns around to show her the ice rose he made. “For Touya, Fuyumi and Natsuo.” The rose disappears in steam as he clenches his hand around it.

She bites her lip before nodding. “Alright. But I will come with you, to ensure your safety.” He softly chuckles in response, making her frown. “You know I can fight. Being with two will always be safer than just one.” She places her hand on his shoulder. “And who knows? Maybe I can find out some new things while out there.” She smiles.

“Fine. Thank you, Momo.” He returns the smile, looking out of the window again, at the forest he can just barely see over the city wall. “I was planning to leave tomorrow morning. Will that be long enough to gather everything you need?” In response she simply nods, retreating back to her chair.

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“I told you something like this would happen! Multiple times!” Momo hides behind a tree, peeking out for a second before hastily pulling her head back, an arrow sticking out from the bark where it just was. “I hope you have a plan, because I’m out of potions.”

“I do.” With a swift movement Shoto is up in the tree he was hiding behind, looking out over somehow unsuspecting assailants. With a deep breath, he spreads his hands out in front of him, and a fine mist spreads over the clearing before it suddenly freezes, a thin layer of ice over everyone but him and Momo, although he could feel the cold spreading over fingertips.

“Shoto!” She catches him as he falls out of the tree, dizzy and exhausted. “That was extremely risky and unnecessary! If you wanted to do something like that, you should’ve just done it from the ground.” She sighs, feeling his temperature. “You’re lucky I have the right herbs for this…” She mutters as she searches through her pouch. “Here.” She shoves something disgusting in his mouth and holds it closed. “Swallow.” She commands, and with a shiver he does.

Almost immediately heats spreads throughout his whole body, fighting off the dizziness, although the exhaustion remains. She helps him up and he gags. “What was that?” He croaks out, thankful for the water she offers him now. He carefully takes a few sips, sighing as it washes away the taste. “It was absolutely revolting.”

“Your own fault for doing something so reckless.” She wipes her hair out of her face. “I suppose we will need to move camp again.” She gestures to the frozen ground and ice statues that are technically people. “Well, at least this time I didn’t get stabbed.” She grabs her bag from the ground and pulls Shoto along without even waiting for any kind of reaction from him.

They walk through the forest, trying to find another clearing while animals settle down around them for the night, or wake up to hunt. No matter how far they walk, or in what direction, there is no other clearing. Momo opens her mouth but shuts it again when another voice rings out. “I’d fucking freeze if I were you.” It’s calm, but there’s a hint of danger in there, even if the obvious threat would be ignored.

Shoto clenches his fists as he reaches for his magic, warily looking around. With how dark it is by now, he can barely see anything, so he decides to do something risky. Again. He sets his hand on fire and lifts it above his head, shining its light around them. “Who goes there?” He calls out, eyes narrowed.

The fire on his hand dies out and a sudden empty feeling makes him stumble, falling to the ground when someone pushes him during that. “C-careful, Kacchan! You don’t know what they can do…” Another voice joins the first one, to the right.

“Shut up, Deku.” The first one – Kacchan? – scoffs as he places his foot on Shoto’s back, pushing him further into the dirt. “Aizawa is watching them, and I’m a fucking king, it’s not like these weaklings can do anything to me.”

Weaklings? With a quick move, Shoto has Kacchan pinned beneath him. “Not every mage relies on magic.” He lowly hisses, preventing the man beneath him from being able to breathe probably, although it doesn’t seem to bother him, if the feral grin is anything to go by.

“Not everyone who seems human is human.” Is shot back and within a second he is back on the ground again, this time on his back instead of his stomach, giving him a bit more breathing room. “So don’t you fucking underestimate me, weakling.” The feral grin is even closer now, red eyes aimed at his own.

“Bakugo.” A third voice, tired and stressed. “Don’t do this again.” The man is lifted off of him and an older man with eyebags and stubble offers a hand to Shoto, which he takes after a second. Once he stands again, he looks at Momo, who is staring wide-eyed at a person holding her wrists.

“Shoto…” She meekly begins, her eyes finding his, a childlike wonder in there. “I think you were right after all…” Before he can reply, he is pushed away from her by the scruffy man. “Don’t be reckless.” She calls as she is pushed the other way by the redhead holding her.

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Shoto doesn’t know how long he’s been in this… cave. Cell. Whatever. He gets food and water, and he’s allowed in the sun every now and then, so he should probably be thankful, but it’s just so boring. Nothing happens and he hasn’t seen Momo in… God, what is it? A couple weeks? A couple months? Time is hard when it’s dark most of the time. He just hopes she’s alright. After all… She came with him to protect him. She’s in danger because of him.

As he’s musing all of this, the rock at the entrance gets rolled to the side, and after his eyes adjust, he can see the scruffy man who helped him up back when they got captured. “Bakugo wants to see you. Get up.” Once again, he is offered a hand, which he takes. As the man leads him out of the cave and through the underground tunnels, he can see people walking around, and someone around his age playing a song for some children with a soft smile. As he looks at her a bit longer, he realizes it’s one of the most famous bards of the continent, Jiro Kyoka.

Her gaze flickers up to meet his, and she gives him a wink as she mouths something. ‘Momo… alright’ is what he can understand from it, but it’s enough to let some of the tenseness seep from his shoulder. He doesn’t know why she bothered to do that, or how she even knows about it, but that doesn’t really matter.

A few seconds later he is pushed through a door into a big room with an oval table in the middle, a lot of chairs around it, but only one occupied. Messy blond hair, magic swirling around him like he’s stronger than any mage Shoto has ever met, and still the same feral grin as when he had him pinned. “Todoroki Shoto. Son of Todo-”

“Shut. Up. About him.” Shoto narrows his eyes at the attractive annoying man. “I guess you’re Bakugo…” He trails off as his eyes wander around the room. “What is it that you want.” His voice is flat and emotionless as he looks at everything but him.

“I’m the king, yes.” He can hear the chair move and footsteps drawing closer, stopping right in front of him. “You should consider yourself lucky we didn’t kill you when we found out who you are. After what your father did to us…” A strong and warm, very warm hand grabs his chin and makes him look at Bakugo again.

“What do you mean, after what he did to you? The only time he-” Shoto cuts himself off as he finally really looks at Bakugo. Skin that’s not quite skin… Too warm… Red eyes with slitted pupils… The magic… “You’re… You’re a…” He can’t quite bring himself to say it as his eyes grow wide.

“Yes, I’m a dragon, would ya fuckin’ keep up?” Bakugo snaps as he pushes Shoto to a chair. “Sit. I just want you to answer a few questions. Like, why the hell were you in my woods? What the fuck were you planning to do? Exterminate us?”

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he manages to speak again. “What? No! Of course that wasn’t my plan! I’ve never had anything against dragons!” He crosses his arms with a scoff. “I was wandering through the woods with Momo because I wanted to find and study dragons.”

“Study our dead bodies, no doubt.” Bakugo scoffs as he sits on the table instead of a chair, his fingers restlessly drumming on the table as small sparks shoot from them. “Oh, and don’t worry about your friend. Since she’s not considered a threat to us, she’s free. Well, kept under observation and not allowed in certain areas, but really just about as free as it gets.”

He glances away, slightly guilty now for snapping. Of course they would assume that he’d try to kill them, that’s what everyone does. And still… They hadn’t killed either of them… Momo was alright and Bakugo had actually bothered with telling him so… “I’m not like my father. He only cares for fame and strength. I… I’ve always just… been intrigued by dragons and the likes.” He softly admits. “So, when I heard rumors about the dragons having returned… Well, I had to take my chance.”

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“Shoto!” Momo jumps up from the chair she was sitting in, right next to the bard, and tries to tackle Shoto in a hug, even though he easily catches her and stays standing. “I’m so happy you’re alright! Did they give you a bodyguard as well? Well, I say bodyguard… But Kyoka just makes sure I don’t try to escape or kill anyone.” She softly laughs, her black curls bouncing as she moves.

As answer he simply points to the redhead who had led him here. “Oh, Eijiro.” Momo sounds a bit surprised to see the laid-back half-dragon right behind him. “I do hope Shoto doesn’t give you too much trouble, he can be a real handful.” She gives a teasing wink as she sits down again.

“Oh, he’s no trouble at all!” Kirishima is quick to reassure her. “Really, it’s kind of like being around Izuku. Just… a bit more silent and stand-off-ish?” He shrugs. “But Katsu asked him the questions a bit ago, and Hitoshi was using his magic on him, so he has the same amount of freedom as you, now.” He smiles, one foot bouncing a bit. “Oh, Kyoka, did you know? Neito and Hitoshi are now a couple!” He starts to ramble to the bard about the two and how it was a surprise, but Shoto is quick to ignore him.

He sits down next to Momo, rubbing in his eyes and feeling the skin around his left eye pull because of it. “I’m tired.” He mumbles. “Kirishima says it was ‘a bit ago’ but it has been at least 14 hours since then, and I haven’t slept at all.” The evidence of this is how he doesn’t bother with pulling away when Momo pats his back carefully.

“You’ll probably go to a room, soon. Dinner should be ready in just a bit, and they either go back then, or they go and do something like training or reading. Their technique in fighting is really interesting to witness. One of them, Monoma Neito, can copy the magic of others, and he is really good at using it. Someone else, Shinso Hitoshi, is really good at controlling people.” She brightly smiles.

“None are as impressive as the king or Izuku, though. Izuku is kind-hearted, but incredibly dangerous. His strength…” She trails off for a bit. “And the king… He can make explosions with his palms in his human form, but in his dragon form… He is incredibly strong.” Her eyes show her wonder as she speaks. “Not even your father could bring him down, I think.”

“I sure hope not.” Shoto rolls his eyes as he sits straight again. “If he was, I would be long dead by now, with the training he put me through.” He runs a hand through his messy and now way too long hair.

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Months pass in the castle, Shoto and Momo getting more and more freedom as time goes on. Watching people grow closer and form relationships, or watching them grow apart bit by bit until they break it off. By now, both of them are just as much part of them as anyone else born into the kingdom.

“Oi, Icyhot.” Shoto rolls his eyes at the nickname Katsuki gave him after having seen his magic in action. “What do you say we go for a walk, outside? You’ve been cooped up in the library for weeks, and no fucking way is that healthy.” It’s not like he’s given much of a choice when Katsuki grabs his arms and pulls him along, forcing him to abandon his books.

“You could’ve at least let me put them back.” He mumbles as he easily keeps up with him, his eyes wandering. “Now someone else will have to do it, and I won’t remember where I left off.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine, ya fucking crybaby.” Katsuki gently slaps the back of his head. “You’re just as much of a nerd as Deku. I don’t doubt that you’ll be able to find it within a minute.” Shoto glances down when a warm hand takes his own, surprised to see Katsuki holding his hand like that, for no reason. “Anyway, I wanted to show you something.”

They walk in silence for a few minutes as Shoto just enjoys the fresh air and sun on his skin, noticing how Katsuki stares at him for a bit every so often, but not commenting. Slowly, they go higher up the mountain in which the biggest part of the castle is, until they reach a beautiful viewing point. “Is this what you wanted to show me, Katsuki?” Shoto softly asks, his eyes wide in wonder as he takes in the nature around them.

“It’s part of it.” The unusually docile blond sits down on the grass as he stares at some point in the distance. “But yes.” He doesn’t look when Shoto sits next to him, although bi-colored man could swear he saw the slightly pointy ears twitch a bit. They sit in silence for a while, enjoying the clouds and dragons above them, the sun shining on their skin and keeping them warm. “The other part…” Katsuki softly begins after a while, turning his head so he is looking at Shoto, “was this.” He leans closer, and, after peering into his eyes for a second, kisses him.

It’s just a peck, really, but it’s enough to shake Shoto’s entire world. “I- I…” He stammers as his face starts to be the same color as the left side of his hair. He tries to say something more, but all that ends up coming out is some incomprehensible words as he tries to process it. Katsuki kissed him. Katsuki kissed him. Katsuki kissed him.

Apparently satisfied with the reaction, the dragon king leans back again, focusing his gaze on the sky. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now, you know?” He admits. “The way you look when focusing on your magic… Or when you try, and fail, to kick my ass… It’s hot.” He grins as he briefly looks at Shoto again.

“I- what?” He tries to make sense of what’s happening, but he doesn’t come very far before he is kissed again, this time longer and deeper. “K-Katsuki…” He softly murmurs as they break apart. “I- what do you mean with all this?”

“Isn’t that obvious, Icyhot?” He softly laughs as he runs a hand through the bi-colored hair the other sports. “I love you. And I wanted to do better than Momo confessing to Kyoka in that stuffy library… So, I thought I’d do it here. It’s beautiful here… But of course, it’s nothing compared to you.” He grins at the splutter he gets in response.

“You… love me?” Slowly a smile starts forming on Shoto’s face as Katsuki nods, and he leans closer. “I love you too.” And then it’s his turn to kiss the other.

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ironspiidey · 4 years ago

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Superhero’s get Bullies Too Part 10

Chapter 1

Chapter 10: Harley Stark & Throat Punching a Bully

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Thats right guys finally a new update!!!!!!

friendly reminder a hoe for likes and comments. They also fuel me :)

“So you and May eh?” Peter says with a smirk as he slides into the backseat of the car.

Happy glances in the rearview mirror. “Me and your Aunt are just friends Peter.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Liar. I know my aunt well enough to know you two are more than just friends Happy.”

Happy tossed Peter his phone before turning out of the apartment parking lot and in the direction of the tower.

“Oh thanks!” Peter unlocks his phone and scrolls through his texts, seeing a bunch from his very concerned boyfriend, which made him smile. “Stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“You’re not, not ignoring me either.” Peter looked up from his phone to give the driver a pointed look in the mirror.

Happy shook his head. “Your aunt and I are friends Peter, we may have hung out once or twice.”

“Three times.” Peter says without looking up from his phone, quickly sending a message in his group chat with MJ, Gwen & Ned about how Happy’s picked him up and brought him his phone.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve hung out with her 3 different times. First time was when she went looking for me at the Tower but I was at a decathlon thing, you took her for coffee but only told Mr. Stark you were taking her home.”

“How?”

“How do I know? Well we did some major catching up during pee and snack breaks today when we were watching Greys.”

Happy nods in understanding “Ah okay, She does become easier to talk to when that TV show is involved.”

“Did you two ‘Netflix and Chill’ in my living room?”

The older man remains quite.

“Oh gross.”

Happy chuckles as he puts the partition up, clearly having enough of the redheads 21 questions.

Peter shakes his head and looks down at his phone. He starts deleting old conversations to clean up his inbox and his thumb hovers over Harley’s messages. He opens the conversation and sighs.

H: Hey Pete, not sure when youll see this but yeah. I know your upset with Stark for looking in your phone but he cares about you a lot more then he lets on which I know is hard to believe

H: my point is trust is huge with him and he’s low key freaking out that he lost you even though im saying he hasn’t bc your too stubborn to give up on his crazy ass. Just maybe cut him some slack when you get here. He means well.

H: and Im kinda getting used to having you around so yeah.

Peter bites his lip debating on digging out the messages from Flash that he archived a few months ago or deleting them. Knowing that it will send Tony even more over the edge then the superhero already is but at the same time remembering how upset he sounded when he found the one conversation. Peter sighs as he responds to Harley’s messages.

P: Don’t worry Harley, it’s going to take more than one fight to get rid of me. I know he cares and tell him to stop being a dumbass and that he hasn’t lost me.

Peter sighs again, realizing if things are truly going to work he needs to be as truthful as possible with the older man

P: and tell him I have something to show him when I get there.

H: So happys picked you up? How long till your home also will do parker

Peter knocks on the partition.

“Yes Peter?” Happy responds once he brings the glass screen down half way

“How far are we away from the Tower?” Peter asks without looking up, shooting his boyfriend a quick text about how he isn’t mad, that he still loves him and everything will be alright.

“About 20 minutes, traffic seems slow today.”

“Thanks Happy.”

Peter goes back to his conversation with Harley and tells him just that, switching to Tony’s chat as his phone vibrates.

T: my nephew ratted me out didn’t he?

P: Or I could be telepathic

T: without even being near me?

P: I always said we were meant to be :P

P: But seriously Tones, you know I love you. I’m not going to run away that easily.

T: I love you Underoos

P: Happy says I should be home in 20 minutes, should I order takeout?

The younger man’s phone buzzes, showing Tony’s caller ID

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Actually no.” Tony starts “I have something planned here and no I’m not telling you what it is.”

‘Don’t worry Parker, you’re going to love it!!!’ Peter hears Harley holler in the background

“Another dinner? You really are sucking up.” Peter says with a grin

“What? Cant a man provide a nice dinner for the ones he love.”

“You’re definitely up to something Tony.”

“Always. Harley here go put this on the table. Okay Petey I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Okay Tones, love you.”

“Ditto.”

Peter smiles to himself after disconnecting the call. Happy smirked as he glanced in the rearview mirror. Peter noticed and raised an eyebrow “What?”

“Not a thing.”

"So your Uncle let you come to school Keener?"

Harley gave him a look as he entered the building "What the fuck do you want?"

After the weekend the blonde just had. Finding out just how much of a piece of shit Flash was, Harley’s patience was nonexistent with the other teen.

"I want in."

"In on what?"

"Parker."

Harley's eyes widen "What the fuck do you mean? It’s too fucking early to deal with your dumbass"

"Don't play stupid with me. I know you’re fucking him, and maybe even your uncle is too. I want a fucking piece with or without your help."

"Is that a fucking threat?"

"It's a promise."

"You leave Parker the fuck alone or I'll fucking end you." the blonde teen growled.

"Ah ah ah, what would your uncle say if you got into another fight?"

Harley stepped up into Flash's personal space "He'd fucking congratulate me for putting an end to your disgusting, useless life."

Flash pushed him back. "Gonna kill me are you?"

"C'mon Harley, Flash isn’t worth it. Think about Peter." Harley’s friend, Tommy finally spoke up. Harley didn’t exactly tell Tommy everything but Tommy knew Flash was on some serious thin ice based on some texts between Flash and Parker. Harley had a bad temper on a good day but after whatever happened this past weekend, well Tommy was pretty sure his friend was just a ticking bomb ready to explode.

"Yeah Harley," Flash mocked. “Who would save him if you're stuck in jail being somebodies little bitch."

Harley turned to his friend and laughed manically "Ha, this guy."

"Oh no." Tommy sighed as Harley turned back to the bully and punched him in the throat. So much for a quiet Monday.

Flash fell back grasping at his throat before lunging at the blonde. "You’re going to regret that."

Harley quickly dodged him, sticking his foot out so the brute fell. He flipped him over and grabbed a hold of his collar. "You are going to regret ever fucking with Parker.” Harley spat and he hauled his arm back and started punching him repeatedly

Tommy sighed and leaned against the wall, keeping an eye out for teachers or Flash's boys. They were by the side entrance of the school that nobody uses except the kids smoking but you couldn’t be too careful. Plus the last thing they needed was Parker coming around and seeing this.

After a few punches were thrown Harley let off. He wiped the blood on his knuckles off on Flash’s shirt then got up.

"Know your fucking place Thompson. Ready to go?"

Tommy turned and nodded "Yeah let’s bounce before Parker shows up."

"This isn't fucking over!" Flash sputtered as moved to get up.

Harley turned and spit in front of the other teen. "If you know what's good for you, it'll be over."

"How long do you think we've got till he blabs to someone?"

Harley shrugs "Hopefully till lunch."

As they make their way to the front of the school Tommy’s phone starts buzzing. "What the fuck?"

Harley looked at him puzzled. “What?"

The other boy tilted his screen so that he could see "See for yourself."

"Why is Parker calling you?”

"The better question is how he got my number. Harley!"

The blonde put his hands up “Wasn't me dude. Well answer it!"

Tommy gave him a funny look before answering. "Yo."

"Hey Tommy? It’s Peter. Peter Parker. "

"Hi Parker."

"Hi! Is Harley with you?"

"Yep, wanna talk to him?" Harley held his hand out

"Um no actually I wanted to talk to you. You don't have me on speaker do you?"

Tommy shook his head at his friend, shrugging when Harley gave him a confused look. "Nope."

"Okay great. Well I just wanted to say it’s my fault he didn’t get to hang out with you this weekend."

"Your fault?" Tommy pushed Harley away when he tried to listen in.

"Yeah uh well you see." Peter coughed, clearly nervous "Harley got angry at Flash because of me and To- Mr. Stark was not impressed and basically put him on house arrest."

"House arrest?” Tommy glanced at his friend, mouthing 'He's apologizing'

"Yeah. His uncle didn't trust him."

"I don’t blame him there, Harley's a heathen." he snickered, wincing when Harley punched him in the arm.

Peter giggled "I'm not sure what he told you so I just wanted to clear things up in case he said something stupid like he had a date or something."

"That would be stupid?"

"Well duh, he's your best friend and he shouldn't lie to you. Especially not for me. Could you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is?"

"Nothing bad! I just want you to keep an eye on Harley and maybe uh make sure he stays away from Flash. I'm worried he's going to do something stupid and then To- Mr. Stark would lose it and it'll be a giant mess. So if you could do that for me that be great."

Tommy shook his head. "Yeah Parker I can do that but you owe me one alright?"

"I expect nothing less. See ya Tommy"

"What was that about?” Harley questioned him as the call ended.

“Parker is too smart for his own good. He just called me to ask me to keep an eye on you and keep you away from Flash."

"To keep an eye on me?"

"Yup."

"He's something else. Bet my uncle had something to do with it." Harley pulled out his phone as they entered the building, texting his uncle

H: did you tell Peter to call Tommy?

"Yeah that’s the other thing!"

Harley looked up from his phone “Other thing?”

“Yeah he kept starting to call your uncle by his first name than correcting himself.”

“Oh.” Harley tried to remain normal but was freaking out inside. If Tommy was to ask any questions about his uncle and Parker, well Harley wasn’t sure how he’d be able to lie to his best friend without him becoming suspicious.

“Yeah like I know he’s his intern and you two are kinda friends and hang out at your place together so I’m sure he doesn’t call him Mr. Stark. There’s no reason to cover it up.”

Harley shrugged “Yeah well maybe he’s trying to hide that we hang out?”

“Why would he call me to say he’s the reason you couldn’t hang this weekend then?”

“He did what? I thought you said he called to make sure you kept an eye on me?”

“Well he did. But first he wanted to make sure I knew that you didn’t chill this weekend because of something to do with Flash bugging him and you and Stark got into it.”

“Why would he bring that up?”

Tommy shrugged. “Somethin about worrying you’d make up some shit story about a date to cover it up. I’m your best friend and you shouldn’t lie to me especially for Parker.”

Harley gave him an unimpressed look.

“What? His words not mine.”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious! Then he asked about keeping an eye on you. So see what I mean when it makes no sense?”

Harley was about to respond when his phone buzzed

Stark: No. Did you do something that would require him to talk to Tommy?

H: Not even. So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with him getting a hold of Tommys number to call him?

Stark: You are becoming paranoid nephew .

H: That don’t answer my question uncle.

Stark: *doesn’t. Stark: Get to class I’ll see you after school.

Harley rolled his eyes as he put his phone back in his pocket. “Sorry what?”

“Were you even listening to me?”

Harley sighed. “Yes buttercup. Peter thinks you shouldn’t lie to me, wants you to keep an eye on me and hiding our friendship makes no sense considering he called you about that shit.”

“Someone is moody as fuck today.”

“Sorry man it’s just my uncle.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow “That or Flash hit a nerve.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well I mean dude you have a temper but the last time I seen you beat the shit outta somebody like that over a conversation was when my girlfriend was given a hard time. So unless someone you know is dating Parker, you’re catching feelings.”

Harley scrunched his nose up in disgust. “Fuck no. He’s just my Uncle’s intern man.”

“Since when has your uncle needed you to protect his interns?” Tommy challenged

“Since he started having a nerd the size of a beanpole for an intern.”

Tommy gave him a look as they entered first class.

“Seriously. You’ve seen how skinny he is. If Flash wanted to do some damage it wouldn’t be that hard!”

Tommy nods. Seeing Ned and Liz walk into class, he nudges Harley with his foot. Hoping he’ll get the hint to shut it.

Harley gave him a confused look before seeing Peter’s friends walk in.

“Hey Harley!” Ned stops in front of his desk.

“What’s up Leeds?”

“Was Peter with you this morning?”

“No. Didn’t he have some nerd thing with you at 8?”

Ned nods “Yeah but he didn’t show.”

Harley felt his heart drop into his throat. Peter never missed early periods. The whole point of them was so that a day or two a week he could spend the afternoon at SI. “Did you hear from him?”

Tommy glanced at Harley while trying to act indifferent. Last thing they needed was Ned snooping around if Harley did have a thing for the other teen.

Ned shook his head. “He texted me around half 7 saying he’d be there but he didn’t show.”

Harley looked confused. “Well I’m sure everything’s fine. Maybe something came up with SI.”

“I don’t think so. He’s only supposed to be an active intern outside of school hours.”

Harley shrugs “You’re just a worry wart Leeds.”

Liz nodded “See me and MJ told you everything was probably fine. Go sit down mother hen.” She pushed him in the direction of where they usually sat.

“Do us all a favor though and text your uncle. I really don’t feel like listening to Ned worry all damn day.” She whispered as she passed both boys.

After they were out of ear shot Tommy leaned forward. “Well we heard from him like 20 minutes ago so everything should be fine right?”

“Clearly Flash didn’t have anything to do with whatever’s going on.”

“You should get ahold of Stark. Leeds will probably try calling his aunt if we don’t find out what’s up.”

Harley shuddered at the thought. His uncle was scary but Peter’s aunt? She was a damn nightmare when it came to her nephew. “Shit your right. I got no interest in dealing with the wrath that is May Parker.”

Harley quickly takes his phone out and sends his uncle another text.

H: Hey is Peter with you?

He frowns when immediately his phone rings showing Tony’s contact. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath. “He’s fucking calling me.”

Tommy looked at him in alarm “Who Peter?”

“No. Stark!” He whispered harshly as he got up quickly heading outside.

“Hello?” Harley answered once he was outside of the room.

“Why are you asking about Peter?”

“Because-”

Tony cut him off “Why aren’t you in your English class?”

“Well I was in fucking English before Peter’s friends started asking me where the fuck he was!”

“Language nephew. Why are they asking you where he is?”

“Apparently I’ve become his fucking keeper or something. All I know is he didn’t show for that thing for early period and Ned is being a mother hen.”

“Clearly I need to wash your mouth out with soap. Peter didn’t show to Decathlon practice? Hmm.”

Harley could hear some rustling in the background which concerned him mildly. If he uncle didn’t know he was there how the hell was anyone else going to? “Uncle?”

“One second.”

The rustling continued for a beat before Tony spoke.

“Friday, Can you pinpoint Peter’s location?” Tony spoke before the line went silent for roughly 30 seconds.

“Thanks babygirl. Okay so everything is perfectly fine. I think he plans to reach out to his friends. He’ll be there soon.”

“Well what even happened?” Harley questioned. Then the second warning bell rang.

“Get to class.”

“But-” Harley was interrupted by a dial tone. He sighed as he pocketed his phone. Peter was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

#starker #starker fic #my fic #my work #superheros get bullied too #New Chapter #A03 #flash is a dick #tony stark x peter parker #peter is 18+#end game what end game #ironspiidey writes

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bulletproofscales · 6 years ago

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Could i get a fic where seven’s constant snacking while on the computer catches up to him? And then Yoosung finds it adorable and gives him more snacks 👍

– honestly this just makes so much sense BC LIKE HE DOESN’T LEAVE HE HOUSE, EATS SHIT ALL DAY CONSTANTLY WHY HASN’T CHERITZ MADE HIM CHUBBY. you can take this prompt out of my cold dead hands, its cannon and you can not convince me otherwise.–

When Saeyoung invited him to live with him, he couldn’t have been more excited. Not only leaving his dusty studio-apartment; but getting to live with his boyfriend was a massive bonus. The proposal came with Seven’s ascension in his job; apparently he was so good at what he did he became one of the main hackers in the company, which dismissed him from any field mission. He didn’t really knew what that meant; not at least he moved in.

Yoosung didn’t know what to do with himself, how much longer he could repress this, what he thinks Zen would describe as “the beast”; he thought was silly back then but know he really was considering going to the actor for some sort of advice on the issue, that’s how you know, the blond was desesperate. Sevens promotion meant he could stay all day inside; which given the amount of tasks that he had to do, was spent mostly in front of the computer working… and snacking.

Before, he had to keep himself slim for their field missions, and would have to do this sort of special agent training, but not anymore. He could snack all he wanted; and was unconsciously, driving Yoosung to the brink of madness. If seeing him stuffing himself crazy as he worked wasn’t enough; when the effects of his diet began to show, he was officially lost. Seeing him almost everyday, he realized his gain when the redhead was already properly, chubby; jeans snug to his pudgy thighs, button threatening to pop by the pressure of his soft expanding stomach, old red t-shirt rising over his belly button, unable to go down any further the expanse of skin, the rest of the shirt hugging every curve of his love handles and softened chest. He eventually stopped using his hoodie, the extra tightness from it becoming too much; Yoosung missed that, where he would try to wear it, and his flabby arms looked ready to burst… those were the days. When Yoosung left for class, Seven had only one bag of chips down, when he arrived four hours later, there were fifteen; the blond thought it was logically impossible but also, knew for a fact the older would not waste that big amount of chips just for a prank. So…his boyfriend was already gaining weight on his own, him contributing to it…wouldn’t do any harm, right?

And just like that Yoosung’s scheme began, he would make Saeyoung eat, if possible, even more snacks. However he had to make a drastic change of plans, the redhead would often decline, after stuffing himself with the same type of fries all day; it only made sense he didn’t want a 20th bag. It didn’t matter though, since the younger thought of an even better idea, finally all of the cooking lessons his mom gave him were useful; as he began to cook home cooked meals when he got from class, and in large amounts of it. It was just an oddity in the hacker’s routine to have something that wasn’t take out or delivery; he was unable to say no to his boyfriend’s efforts, almost always ending to too full to even stand. The blond would also make food for him to eat during the day while he was out studying, it would variete from full on meals, to desserts, to experiments he wanted him to try; and not only was he official tester of Yoosung’s masterpieces, but would also make sure to polish every single plate as if there was never food in the first place. The blond could only smirk at the man in front of him, it worked.

He heard the door click and soft footsteps, but he couldn’t turn around to greet Yoosung properly. Not only because the chair he had been using for most of his career had somehow become too tight, but he was also in the middle of what he would consider the most important of missions that would determine his company’s fate.

“Hey babe!” He said half heartedly. He noticed his boyfriend got the message as he hummed and walked over to the kitchen; most likely to prepare another delicious meal; his stomach rumbled. Ugh, he would love if he could go get a snack; or even better, not have finished all of the snacks before noon… That would’ve been nice. He took a moment to adjust himself on his chair; he had to do a lot that lately, finding himself uncomfortable in the position he was in oftentimes feeling restraining. He raised himself up with his arms, which was taking a lot more effort than usual; probably tiredness. Took his sides, which poked out of the space between the arm rests in his chair sitting back down, and got on track again.

“Seven! Dinner is ready!” Fuck, he still wasn’t finished, and this was real time urgency. He would be lying if he told Yoosung he wasn’t hungry, hell, he was starving; but he wasn’t sure what would happen to him if he failed this mission, yet he was sure he didn’t want to find out.

“I-I’m sorry, Yoosungie. I have to finish this as soon as possible!” He really was sorry, the redhead hated having to put his job before his boyfriend. Besides, he was almost finished; he just needed a little bit more time. He sighed as he heard footsteps approach him; the blond wasn’t convinced, and he knew it.

“You know I don’t like it when you skip meals Saeyoungie.” He spoke sternly, the younger man could have so much authority over him when he wanted; the nickname only making Seven want to go with him to have dinner even more. “It’s really important, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly; the older didn’t have to look to sense the disappointment in his question.

“Yes honey, I really have to finish this or else I-” His apology was interrupted by the loud rumbling of his stomach; normally he wouldn’t have minded, but he could feel Yoosung’s stare go from his belly to his face. A smirk could be heard in the way he talked.

“Wait a second.” He walked off to the kitchen and came back again to his boyfriend’s desk with a tray. “‘ll feed you.” It wasn’t a question, and something about that made Saeyoung eager to finish his work as quick as possible; not because that was Vanderwood’s orders though. With his statement said the younger brought a chair and sat besides him; and began to bring the pizza slices to the redhead’s mouth, who eagerly bit into it. He hummed happily and mindlessly munched slice after slice; heart swelling at Yoosung’s worry but the fuller he got the more he began to question his boyfriend’s attitude. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt as if the tension was rising; both of their breaths heavy, he could feel himself grow warmer, maybe because of the food, most likely because of Yoosungs piercing stare.

He sighed loudly and threw himself back at his chair and spoke out of breath “Finally.” He gave Yoosung a wide smile “You can keep going though.” His smile turned sheepish.Blushing under the younger’s smirk, look in his eyes turning slightly dark. Saeyoung squirmed; beginning to understand his boyfriend’s plan.

“Saeyoungie, you already finished the three pizzas.” Three?! The redhead choked on his own spit, his appetite really did grow with all the pampering hsi was getting“Don’t worry, I’ll get you dessert” He said as he pinched his puffy cheek quite teasingly and walked into the kitchen, Seven gulped. The younger innocently came back with the same tray; but this time with a ridiculously large chocolate cake; he knew him too well. Saeyoung’s puth agape as he stared as Yoosung sat back down, not in his chair; but in his lap. The tray in one hand and a single fork in the other. “I was planning on leaving this for tomorrow; but seeing how fast you are eating everything I make; I thought you might want it.” The older could only moan a response, the weight of the 3 pizzas beginning to hit him, the weight of his boyfriend on top of him, and the weight of the realization of what was going down without him noticing becoming too much for him to handle. Ans Yoosung began feeding getting a big chunk of the humid cake and letting his boyfriend munch on it, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned. “Yeah, you like it don’t you? Stuffing your face silly when I’m not around. Do you think you can keep all the fun to yourself huh? Not today sweetheart, today I’m in charge, and I’m going to feed you until you brust.”

He moaned loudly in between bites one hand grabbing Yoosung by the hip and pulling him closer and another holding the tray so the younger could roam his hands around the taunt expanse of skin. Saeyoung felt in heaven; massages making the pain from the stuffing fade away, the taste of the chocolate cake filling him with pleasure, and kisses from his boyfriend in between bites, chocolate sweet taste mixing in each others mouths. It all had the hacker ecstatic. This was the first time of them doing anything remotely close t feederism, hell, he didn’t even know that was what was happening until now. He never imagined it would feel this amazing, he felt like royalty. “So this was your plan all along? To fatten me up? And here I thought you actually cared for me.” He playfully said out of breath.

“As if you didn’t like it” Yoosung brought his face close grabbing the remaining of the cake with his hand and pushing it past Saeyoung’s lips humming approvingly, as he obediently swallows.Even though Seven’s work was done, the food was finished, they stayed like that for a while. Yoosung’s hands freely exploring the hard dome, easing up the pain; making the redhead relax immensely; all tension gone from his body he would kiss the blond’s forehead softly. Both of them growing sleepy. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He stood up from his lap, and Saeyoung found himself missing the other’s hands over him. “You worked all day, you need to rest.” His heart would always warm at the thought of his boyfriend worrying for him, still not used to the emotion of being taken care of. He smiled fondly at him as he got up from his chair. Or, at least, he attempted to, get you from his chair; his face grew warmer becoming the same color as his hair.

“Ummm, baby? I’m stuck.”

#ask #annon #request #mysticmessenger #msyme #yooseven #chubby seven #fat seven #feedee seven #feeder yoosung #mystic messenger chubb #mysme feederism #mysme feedee #mysme fat

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julesthxmas · 8 years ago

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i have a prompt for chetty: it's an established relationship but they haven't told anyone yet except for veronica who caught them making out behind pop's so they had to come clean. so it's vixens practive and cheryl decides to put betty on top of a pyramid bc she worked her ass off and absolutely deserves it. and it's all good betty is up there and cheryl means to say "you are doing amazing, betty" but what actually comes out is "you are doing amazing, baby". on cue the pyramid crumbles. tyvm

i have been working on this on and off since i got it and just thank u for this prompt?? i looked at it, read it and loved it so i hope you like what i put out! thank you again for the prompt!

Cheryl Blossomcan point out a few defining moments in her life without any trouble.

When she’s sixand realizes that, out of the two of them, most people including their parentswould always love her twin more. When she’s eight and her mom tries to hit heronly to have Jason take it for her only to come to the conclusion that the onlyperson to love Cheryl is her brother. When she’s eleven and she realizes that asharp tongue and cold stares would protect her better than a soft heart andkind thoughts ever could. When’s she’s sixteen and she loses her brother, herprotector, and her parents go from awful to deadly. When she’s seventeen andshe falls in love with a girl, a Cooper,of all people.

So how acheerleading practice ends up being tacked on to that list is, honestly, beyondher.

It starts thesummer before junior year–she’s not exactly sure how it starts because, foryears, it’s only ever been a very strong dislike between herself and BettyCooper. Not that she exactly blames Betty because, yeah, Cheryl’s been gunningfor the ‘biggest bitch’ award sincethey were eleven and the blonde’s taken a lot of shit from her since then.

And then, onenight after a lot of cheap booze, she ends up straddling the blonde in the backof her own old car with her shirt off and everything kind of just–shifts.

Cheryl gets awaywith fooling herself for a solid month that it’s just about sex and that warmfeeling in her chest is nothing and that when school starts, whatever is goingon between herself and Betty will cease and they’ll never speak of it again.And then she sees Betty crying one day (fucking Alice Cooper is on Cheryl’slist for the rest of miserable life) and the redhead feels her heart just plainbreak at seeing her favorite blueeyes filled with tears.

Everything justchanges, yet again, after that.

And then fourmonths into their hidden relationship, Veronica, catches them behind Pop’s withCheryl’s hand shoved up Betty’s shirt while the blonde has her own hand shoveddown Cheryl’s skirt.

It goes withsaying that Veronica is immediately sworn to secrecy by them both.

Anyways, back towhat is now known as ‘the practice’among the River Vixens (and they call Cheryl dramatic).

“Okay, ladies”Cheryl stands in front of all the girls, all of them half worn down alreadyfrom the first thirty minutes of their practice “I’m feeling generous today–” read: she and Bettyhave plans that involve the both her and the blonde still having enough energyto have fun in Cheryl’s king sized bed “We’re gonna through one more cheer andthen all of you wannabes can go shower, wash them shame off of yourselves andgo home and wonder just why you’ll never live up to anyone’s standards, gotit?” a beat because when Cheryl asks a question, she’s not actually asking fora response “Great. So we’re gonna do our usual game cheer and end in a pyramid”the girls start to move, ready to start so they can all go home when Cherylsighs “Oh yeah and there’s gonna be just a teeny tiny change–Maddy, you’re offthe top, Betty you’re in”

Betty’s eyesbulge out of her head “I–what?”

“You’re in”Cheryl cocks her head to the side “Don’t think I haven’t seen you working yourass off since last year, Cooper. I’ve noticed and now you’re being rewarded,don’t make me regret it”

Of course,Veronica is eyeing her a little suspiciously but all Cheryl can do is roll hereyes and go to stand between Tina and Ginger because Betty’s oral skills havenothing to do with her being put on top (no matter how fucking amazing they areand trust, they are amazing).

In truth, Betty has been working her ass offsince becoming a River Vixen and everyone can see it and it’s just about timethat she’s rewarded for working harder than most of the girls on the squad.

And if the factthat she’s kind of in love with (read: ass first in love with) Betty helpsCheryl make that decision, then whatever.

“Okay!” she yellsout “Impress me” as soon as she stops speaking, Ginger presses the play buttonon the old stereo they use for practice.

At first,everything goes off without a hitch–a pretty standard cheer with everyonedoing everything they should be doing. Cheryl looks a little worried as shewatches her blonde girlfriend lock her knees as she reaches the top of thepyramid, she moves from her place to walk towards the pyramid to inspect it.

And then shefucks up.

She means to yellout ‘You’re doing amazing, Betty!’ because she is, she’s not shaking, shedoesn’t look scared, her smile is still perfect and in place–so, of course,Cheryl is going to compliment her, she doles out compliments to her RiverVixens when they deserve and she feels Betty deserves it–but her brain must short circuit for a second because what comesout is “you’re doing amazing, baby!”

And, of course,the whole fucking pyramid crashes as soon as the word slips.

She sees Bettycrumble in on herself as soon as she realizes what was just happening, probablyto avoid crashing backwards onto the blue mat that are supposed to provide somekind of comfort but don’t because Riverdale High is cheap and hasn’t bought newones since the damn school opened.

After that it’s just a mess of yellow shirtsand black shorts with groans mixed in.

“Shit” she turnsaround “Fucking turn the music off!” Ginger looks in shock but quickly snaps todoing what Cheryl tells her to do, areflex if anything. The redhead walks towards the mess of people and tries tonot just scream at them while restraining herself from yelling for Bettybecause there is no need to make this whole situation worse.

“Betty!” Veronicavoices her own concern, loudly and without care being no one looks twice at abest friend being concerned for the other “Hey, you okay?” Cheryl feels herarms ache as Veronica gathers the blonde up in a tight hug, worry etched on herfeatures while fear grips Cheryl’s heart.

“Yeah, yeah–”she briefly locks eyes with Cheryl and nods, barely easing the knot in theredhead’s stomach “I’m okay”

“Are you sure?”Cheryl takes a step closer, hyperaware of how everyone is looking at herclosely “Do you want to go to the nurse's’ office?” she tries to be neutral butthe worry in her eyes is as plain as day and she knows it.

Betty shakes herhead and grips Veronica’s arm as she tries to haul herself up but stopshalfway, her face twisted together in a grimace. Veronica quickly stands up andallows the blonde to lean against her “B?”

“Sorry, I just–”Betty lets out a short breath, a defeated look on her face “I think I sprainedmy ankle”

Cheryl feels herstomach churn with guilt–maybe Betty hadn’t been as ready as she thought. Shewhirls around and faces the rest of the girls who pulled themselves up “Out! Practice is over!” she snaps, usingthe anger she has for herself and directs at the girls who dropped her girl inthe first place.

Everyone stumblesfor a second as they all snap to follow orders, crashing into each other asthey gather their bags and run out of the gym as fast as their feet can carrythem, some already tapping out a message to their friends. Ginger and Tinalinger behind for a second but with a glare from Cheryl, they follow suit andrush out of the gym.

The redheadsighs, rubs her temples feeling a headache already forming and turns back toBetty, a softer look in place “I–is it bad? And don’t lie”

“No, no, I don’tthink so” Cheryl moves over to the blonde’s side and grips Betty’s waist, asilent ‘lean on me’ “I’m good, Cher”

Veronica clearsher throat “I’ll give you two a minute” she squeezes Betty’s shoulder “I’ll beoutside if you need me, alright?” she gives Cheryl a soft smile, an encouragingone before plucking her bag off the floor and going outside.

As soon as thedoor lets out an audible ‘thunk’ asit shuts close, Cheryl lets out a cross between a huff and a groan “God, areyou–are you sure you’re okay?”

Betty nods andgestures over to the chairs that Cheryl, Tina and Ginger usually sit on whilebossing everyone else around “Just–I need to sit down for a sec”

“Yeah, yeah,c’mon” the redhead helps her injured girlfriend to one of the chairs and easesher down as gently as she can. After making sure she’s situated, Cheryl kneelsdown in front of the blonde and looks down at Betty’s ankle, her nose scrunchingtogether “I’m pretty sure you were right about the sprain” she reaches over andgrabs the other chair and yanks it over so it’s close to them both “prop it up.I’m gonna ask Veronica to grab the nurse”

Cheryl’s about torise to her feet and run over to the door when Betty’s hand shoots out andgrabs the redhead’s wrist causing Cheryl to look back, confusion etched on herface “Hey, you know, this wasn’t your fault, right?”

“I–” Cherylhuffs “I know” she doesn’t–not really because if she just would’ve kept hermouth shut, then her Betty wouldn’t be sitting in a chair with a sprainedankle. Betty tries to urge her down but Cheryl shakes her head “Let me tellVeronica to call the nurse and then you can sit me down and mother me about howit’s not my fault” the blonde chuckles and nods, letting go of Cheryl’s wrist.

The redheadquickly runs over the door, pushes it open a crack, whispers something and thenis closing the door again. She walks back over to her girlfriend with a frownin place and sighs “okay, lay it on me”

Betty grabs herhand and gently urges Cheryl back down and pushes some of her red hair awayfrom her face “don’t feel bad–” Chery opens to her mouth, to argue but Bettyshakes her head “Ah. A slip of the tongue shouldn’t have caused the whole thingto crumble. This isn’t on you”

Cheryl lets out asigh and settles on her knees, her hands placed on either of Betty’s thighs “Ishould–I should’ve been more careful” a beat “If I just would’ve watched andnot opened my damn mouth–” she closes her eyes and and rubs at her temples“god, this is my fault” guilt causesher stomach to churn, making her feel like she could throw up from being thecause of Betty’s getting hurt.

“Hey, no, it’snot” Betty cups Cheryl’s face, her thumb gently stroking her jaw “You didn’tlose balance or let go–this isn’t on you”

“Yeah, you tellkeep telling yourself that”

Betty chucklesand leans forward, placing a soft kiss on Cheryl’s forehead, while usually shewas definitely the more ‘submissive’ onein the relationship, sometimes her girl just needs to be taken care of too.

Even if Betty isthe one with sporting a sprained ankle.

“I will and Iwill keep telling you till you get so annoyed with me that you finally just letme have this one”

Cheryl cocks herhead, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth “I don’t give up easily, youknow that”

“Yeah, well,neither do I” her hands drop to Cheryl’s shoulders, rubbing them softly “Youknow that” a beat “c’mere” she tugs her girlfriend close “I need a hug”

“No you don’t.You’re just trying to con me for affection so you can lower my defenses and getme to agree”

“We both know Idon’t need to con you for anything, you’re a cuddle bug and you can’t deny it”Betty smiles as Cheryl narrows her eyes at the blonde “now c’mere” she tugsCheryl again, this time with no resistance from the redhead and wraps her armsaround Cheryl’s neck while the redhead’s go and wrap around Betty’s waist.

Betty rests herchin on her girlfriend’s head as Cheryl squeezes Betty softly “I’m sorry” shesays after a quiet moment “I never would’ve put you up there if I knew that wasgoing to happen”

“That’s what youdon’t have to be sorry, Cher” the blonde places a kiss to the crown of Cheryl’shead “You didn’t put me up there to hurt me and you didn’t let go of me–youhave nothing to be sorry for”

Cheryl tilts herhead back so she’s looking up at the blonde, her eyes so much softer thananyone has seen them, a softness they possess only when Betty’s around “still”

Betty leans downand presses a soft kiss against Cheryl’s mouth, nothing passionate and heavy.Just sweet and filled with a love that makes Cheryl’s head spin most days.Betty pulls back and presses her forehead against Cheryl’s “love you” shemumbles softly as the redhead’s heart jumps in her chest–they don’t say itoften, both just a little too out of touch with their emotions and how to dealwith them so when they do say, it still feels like the first time all overagain.

“Love you too”Cheryl surges up and presses another kiss to Betty’s mouth just as Veronicapushes the door open and grins at the scene in front of her that is CherylBlossom wrapped in her best friend’s arms–she lets the door close behind heras softly as she can get it to and decides to give them a little while longerbefore telling them the nurse is on her way.

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