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kawaiijohn · 3 years ago

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Rewind, Rinse, Repeat Chapter 1

For Invisobang Minibang 2021

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Chapters: 3 finished, 12 total Rating: T+ Warnings: Major and Minor Character Death- all temporary, Implied Child Abuse/Neglect, Strong Language, Mild Body Horror, Mild Injury. Other warnings listed by chapter Characters: Clockwork, Danny Fenton, Pariah Dark, Levi | Leviathan (OC), Mal (OC), Observants, Mentions of other characters Ships: Lost Time, Dark Ages, CW & OC child, CW & Levi | Leviathan (OC) Genre/Tropes: Human AU, Magic AU, Found Family, Character Origin, Hurt/Comfort, Original Magic System and Lore Additional Tags: Existentialism & Existential Angst, Memory Loss & Amnesia, Corruption, Clockwork Centric, They/Them Pronouns for Clockwork, The Fenton's A+ Parenting, Obersvant Bashing

Summary

“Clockwork can I ask you something? How did you become a ghost?”

The tale surrounding the mystery of Clockwork's existence; a world where magic is common and ghosts are not. A world where one lonely, average mage tries with all their might to save what means most to them. A world where things need to be remade into something better.

Shout out to my betas @bibliophilea and @moonlights-shadow-warrior for keeping me sane, @13thdoodle for letting me use their OC, Levi, @dailudannos and @sailor-toni for providing art for later chapters, and all the folks over at @invisobang for being awesome!!!!

Chapter One below the Cut. The rest is available on my Ao3 account because tumblr linking/posting is hella broken.

Chapter 1: An Inquiry

“Hey, Clockwork? Can I ask you something?”

Clockwork looks over from the mirror they were watching intently. “You already have, Daniel,” they reply, offering the other a smirk.

“Oh, ha ha. You've never said that to me before.” The reply is filled to the brim with sarcasm, as per usual. Danny rolls his eyes, but a small smile gracing his lips betrays the fact he isn't annoyed in the least. “Seriously, though. It’s something that's been on my mind like... every day for the last two weeks!!" He raises his hands towards the sky, flopping back in the air dramatically. "But... it's kinda, y'know. Personal-” Danny trails off, slightly embarrassed.

Of course. Clockwork finds themself smiling fondly- Danny thought he’d said something he shouldn't have- an inquiry that could make his guardian upset (as if it's even possible to upset Clockwork like that). A question is a question, and this is a worrying habit of his that the Time Master is trying to help break, even if it's still somewhat endearing to them.

“I uh, I mean... it’s personal about- to you, not to me. That’s what I meant!!” Danny continued.

Clockwork stares at him, unblinking. An idea (or thousands) of what he may ask flashes through their mind’s eye. With a single, calming pulse to their Core, Clockwork pushes the involuntary slideshow of timelines aside as if they're no more than curtains. They need to focus on the window in front of them; the here and now, not the temporal drapery.

It's a habit they are trying to overcome for Daniel’s sake. To ensure their ward's growth, they need to stop peering into the near future as often- not discourage his asking of questions. After all, what is a child if not but a well of endless curiosity? Cutting Danny off is also sure to disallow the development of any trust or patience Clockwork needs to build within their young ward. They wouldn’t receive either of those things if they assume what he wanted to ask.

It's common decency to not assume, lest it ‘make an ass out of you and me’, according to Daniel.

It is going to be a tough habit to break, but by the (other) Ancients, they're trying their best. Their ward deserves the infinitesimal choices all other children have when asking things of their guardians, so even if they do glimpse to the future, they will not mention it to him. Clockwork refuses and will continue to refuse to take their ward’s agency away; to not have a choice in things is a fate worse than fading.

The boy has been quiet, stuck deep within his own thoughts even after an impressive five minutes and thirty-seven and a half seconds of silence (uncharacteristic of the boy, Clockwork notes).

Now that just won't do- he must have lost his train of thought. Clockwork gestures at the ghost boy, motioning for him to continue. It works- Danny adverting his eyes and clearing his throat, "Well, it’s just like- you know so much about me- like, how I died, the whole Ghost Zone Prince business, that entire disaster doomed timeline with Dan... I just keep thinking- no- realizing, that I barely know anything about you!!” He throws his arms up in thinly veiled frustration.

Clockwork smirks. “You had another question, did you not?” They place a hand along the edge of the closest Temporal Mirror, turning to face the mirror- still halfway facing Danny. They can see his inner debate clearly written on the boy's face- the mirror reflecting as if it were an ordinary object (for now). They turn towards it fully and watch Daniel's reaction from behind them, acting as if they aren't finding joy in their ward's hesitation. It's always adorable when he tries not to offend Clockwork. "I may be able to work with time, but that doesn't mean I wish to float here waiting for an answer all day."

Danny blinks a few times, rolling his eyes again in response. Clockwork is certain that if they weren’t secured to his skull by human musculature they’d fall out and roll away. “Well, I’m sorry for trying not to be rude and like, asking outright... but since it’s you I have to always be super direct!! Jeeze you’re frustrating sometimes!” He floats towards his mentor, crossing his arms.

Danny often forgets Clockwork isn't easily upset over trivial things such as questions. Most questions are about things they already know the answers to, anyways. And the few things that they don’t know when asked, they figure out soon after. Such is the duty of the Master of Time- to be a step ahead of everyone and everything else always. Besides, in most timelines (68.3% of them, to round up) the question Daniel wishes to ask is along the lines of ‘What was your past like?’ Another small fraction (a little under 20%) the question is ‘How did you get so strong?’ . And even in the remaining timelines, the question would be along the lines of ‘How do your time powers work?’

They are each things Clockwork expects Daniel to ask them at some point or other, as it were. There isn’t really anything Daniel can ask that could be too shockin-

“Clockwork, I was wondering… how exactly did you become a ghost?”

They... did not see that coming… in any of the timelines they’d glimpsed. Clockwork stills for only a fraction of a moment, but it’s long enough for Danny to flinch, feeling as if he’s crossed a line. They hear more than see Daniel shrinking in on himself as they look off into nothing, buried memories waking slowly in their mind.

Clockwork is brought from their introspection by a mumbled curse. “Shit! I mean... uh crap??" They just stare at Danny as they are brought back to the present. "Never mind just... sorry for asking... Oh man! Did I offend you somehow? Ancients dammit, this is what I was worried about!!” They watch him curiously, soft whirring coming from their ward's anxious core. “We can just forget about it if-” Daniel’s hands wring together nervously, shoulders tense with worry and face full of guilt.

Right- facial expressions are also important for a young ghost's emotional communication and development. Sometimes the Time Master wonders if their isolation in Long Now affected their social behavior (it did). Their face is carefully blank most times, so they set to fix it- they offer a small grin, hand coming to rest on Daniel’s shoulder. “It is more than fine, Daniel. You asked if you could ask a question- which is in fact, two questions, I should note- but I gave you consent to ask it of me.” They squeeze his shoulder to placate the worry.

“It’s about time I told you this story, as it were. I just did not foresee it being told at this very moment." Clockwork floats slowly, turning away from their Mirrors. "Come along- it’s best we sit for this. I’ll have one of your friends bring us some tea.”

Danny floats after his mentor, looking around the room the two normally use to study history of the Realms. “So, uh… is it a long story or...?”

“Oh, it is very long, indeed.” They fly through an ornate door and over to their favored 'chair'- a stack of comfortable cushions in violets and blues, both impossibly cool and warm at the same time. They recall Daniel discovering the room, eyes full of wonder and posture relaxed. Clockwork chuckles- the first time their boy had wandered in here he'd decided to take a running dive into the pile, jumping up in surprise when it was cold as ice, yet warm as fresh laundry. The expression on their ward’s face is one of their fondest memories; a happy moment amongst all the tedium of watching time.

“It may take a while to tell this tale proper. But, it is a story that ought to be told.” Daniel makes himself comfortable on his chair of choice- an unholy combination of 'borrowed' pillows and what appears to be a more modern gaming chair- complete with an obnoxiously bright green-black color scheme. Clockwork has to hide another smile as Danny wiggles himself deep into the pile. “So, Daniel- what do you know of the phrase ‘Totems of Power’?”

“I thought I was getting a story, not a pop quiz! Unfair!!” His disdain for schooling makes Clockwork laugh fondly before the boy continues. “But they’re like… hmm how do I explain this? Well, there’s the universe right? Like every timeline and every result of every timeline all at the same time kind of ties into the main universe thingy- but there's still a main timeline, and that's kinda like... Main Street, and the other possible timelines are uh... like side streets with dead ends? But there's other forces that like, aren't time and… uhhh...”

He hums, crossing his arms deep in thought. Clockwork takes the time to purr-sing-hum at one of the many blobs floating in and out of their lair; Daniel had asked them to keep some around as pets and the Time Master was happy to oblige. They were unable to deny something so beneficial to the young Prince, after all. The one deemed ‘Mr. Pants’ by one of Daniel’s friends answers their call. Clockwork buzzes to it a quiet request- ‘bring Daniel's favorite tea and mugs for two, please.’ The little thing chirrups and zips off through the walls- eager to serve the Lair’s owner and be (potentially) rewarded with pats (from Daniel).

The Time Master brings their undivided attention back toward a grumbling ghost boy, lost in thought. “Daniel if you need to ask for help I’m glad to-”

Danny snaps his fingers, coming to a realization before his mentor can finish. “I got it!! The best way to explain it is ‘The Universe needs to run smoothly, so there’s certain forces- like Time or Space- that are upheld by a powerful entity, like a person or like… the avatar of that concept? Yeah, something like that, but they ensure the aspect they represent is properly cared for so the universe doesn’t completely like, die.’” Danny nods to himself. "It's why you stepped in to stop Dan, to make sure the world didn't end like that."

“That is correct- it is my job to ensure this universe of ghosts and reality doesn't crumble prematurely. Now, do you have a recollection of any other Totems you may have encountered?”

“Well, yeah! We call them ‘Ancients’, though- so like… Pandora is the one for war and history, and Nocturn is for like… dreams? The Void or something, maybe? And then there’s old man Pariah who isn’t one, but he said there’s a Leadership Ancient somewhere, and then-” Danny pauses, blinking at Clockwork in realization. “Wait, you asked that for a reason, didn’t you?”

“That I did. Becoming the Totem, or Ancient of Time is where this story starts.” Clockwork hums, seeing Mr. Pants fly back towards the two- nearly spilling scalding tea all over the ground. “Now then. We have drinks. We are sitting comfortably. I believe it’s time I spin my tale for you.” They take a sip, closing their eyes in bliss.

They open them once more and see Daniel sitting, eyes full of stars and eager- Eager to hear, eager to fire off a question a minute. It makes a chuckle bubble up in their throat, to see their favorite person so excited to learn.

“Once upon a time, there was a human; average in most ways, a simple person living a simple life. They would get up in the morning, perform their daily tasks, and go to sleep at night. Day in, and day out- a boring, but fulfilling existence.

“However, where this story differs from what we recognize as reality, is that in this realm, humans who could control magic were the norm. Think as if it were like one of those fantasy games you and Tucker play together- mages, healers… all of those and more were commonplace when I was alive. Yes, humans can wield magic now, but it is nowhere near as frequent as they could in our tale.”

They pause, seeing that Danny was about to interrupt. “Wait wait- this realm? Like- this is a completely different reality?? And people can wield magic now??? Are you messing with me? Like… I thought it was all just-” The boy stops, his train of thought drifting off the tracks as it tends to now and then.

“Yes, first, this is a completely different realm from either the Mortal Plane or the Ghost Zone. Second, Daniel- tell me... have you not noticed the magic of those you have encountered? Blood blossoms… a reality warping gauntlet? The existence that is ‘Freakshow’ in general should be a red flag, seeing as his talents were… strangely non-ghostly in origin. Not to mention objects such as the Infi-map...”

“Man, I wish I could forget about Freakshow… who mind controls ghosts??? He was the worst!” Their young ward crossed his arms and grumbles.

“If you’re done sulking about your past misadventures and former foes, I was in the middle of telling a story, if I recall correctly. One you asked I tell you…” Clockwork simply stares, unblinking as steam wafts from their slowly cooling tea.

All is well, they knew Danny would only take approximately 4.85 seconds to snap his attention back to their story. Clockwork sips their tea, waiting.

Danny snaps out of his thoughts only a millisecond off of Clockwork's prediction. “Sorry... it’s just super weird to think that magic actually… still exists? Like ghosts are real and all but magic being a thing feels a bit far fetched, don’t ya think?” He pouts, brow furrowed.

The Master of Time finally closes their eyes, removing the hood from their head. White hair floats gracefully behind them, settling just past their shoulders. Clockwork opens their eyes again- a serious, yet warm expression directed at their ward. “Magic is simply defined as reality altering acts using both energy and the willpower of a sentient being, if that helps.” Another sip. Mr. Pants made a wonderful batch of tea, as always. They smile wider when they notice Danny’s expression- the boy has never seen them without a hood, and they know doing this will (in 99.78% of all possible timelines) convince the boy to take what they said seriously. ”Just as ghosts can be defined as ‘ectoplasm given form and consciousness’, forces beyond humanity and the physical realm can be explained with scientific terminology if you know where to look.”

“So like... what all did magic have to do with this ‘simple human’ version of you? Did you ever have the power to shoot lightning?? Could I shoot lightning if I tried? Like were you some sorta time wizard? Is that why you’re all… timey-wimey and powerful?” Danny wiggles his fingers with a look of confusion on his face.

Clockwork always finds their Core warming when their boy acts his age. He's abnormally prone to shoulder the destiny of the world on himself and often forgets he's just a kid. “You could continue asking questions one at a time, or you could allow me to tell my story. The choice is yours, Daniel.” They smirk, watching as Danny purses his lips, his steady flow of questions stopping short. The best answer. “Perfect- all is as I thought it would be.”

They close their eyes and reminisce as they continue. “Now- to answer your last question… Yes. You could say magic is how I came to be the Master of Time in both the Infinite Realms and the mortal plane, but there is much more to the story than that. Other players, situations, and pure circumstances. The universe in its infinite chances and possibilities brought myself, as well as many others to the situations they face here and now.” Clockwork pauses, taking the moment to stare straight through Danny’s soul. “Even yourself.”

The boy shudders, an appropriate response. “Wait... me? Did you… do something in the past to like… a past version of someone we know?? Can that even happen???” Danny is already enraptured by the story, eyes twinkling as his mentor opens up about themself. The boy is obviously thinking about everything that has happened, everything that could possibly have happened, and everything that Clockwork could possibly drop on him.

They feel Daniel cautiously tug on loose strands of time to see if he could possibly scope out what is about to be said, quickly failing to do much else beside give himself a small headache. “Time stuff is still really confusing, Clockwork…”

“You could say that. You could even say that trying to mess with time in the inner sanctum of Long Now is the most confusing ‘time stuff’ one could do if they were not myself.” They grin- a Temporal Mirror appearing behind them with a thought.

“What’s the mirror for?” Danny catches sight of himself and looks away, embarrassed that he’s been literally glowing with power after trying to do something so simple with his developing powers. The glow is something he’s been working on suppressing recently. After all, it would be a shame if other ghosts could see the boy powering up by aura alone.

The Master of Time smirks, bringing tea to their lips again. “I thought it would be fun to attempt braiding my hair and doing my makeup for once. It has been an awfully long time since I’ve done either.”

They stare at Danny who just bursts into laughter. “Did you just use sarcasm??? Man, I didn’t know you could lighten up, Clockwork!” The boy laughs harder, sinking deeper into his nest of pillows. After a few minutes he was finally wiping tears from his eyes. “But no. Seriously… what’s the mirror for??”

“Why, what they are always for, Daniel- seeing through time and space.” Clockwork waves their hand. The mirrors show an image of a human with dark hair and burgundy eyes. They have a large, hooked nose and medium brown skin- and Danny finds himself having a hard time guessing their gender. The human sits at a desk, paused in time with the delicate gears of a clock sprawled along the desk surface, tools in hand.

Behind Clockwork, the image changes, showing the human living through an average day- images play in small spurts, never showing the whole story. “Do you understand what’s being seen?” The young boy nods, grabbing Mr. Pants out of the air as the blob drifts between the two. Good, he will probably need the companionship, especially towards the end.

This isn’t the easiest story to tell, nor is it easy to listen to, but with a sip of their tea, Clockwork continues.

#danny phantom #invisobang #invisobang 2021 #dp #phanfic #art #my fic #RRR #dantes vibe corner

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justaself-shipper · 3 years ago

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Idk Love- Marcanne

A/N: This is inspired by a lil comic thingy I did

Also spoilers for True Colours Anne wrapped an arm around Marcy’s shoulder, admiring the sunset view. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” Anne said, a soft smile on her face. Marcy glanced at Anne, her hair glowing in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and Marcy couldn’t help but feel a blush grow. “Yeah…” she mumbled quietly. Realising she’d been staring for too long, she turned away, her face turning an even darker shade of red. “I can’t believe we’re gonna go home tomorrow.” She said, returning her gaze to the setting sun. Anne hummed in response, the smile never leaving her face.

“Marcy! Hurry!” Anne screamed, standing in the portal as she waited for her friend. Marcy glanced up at her. “I just need to-“ She was cut off when she felt something stab through her chest, the pain overwhelming her for a moment as she stood in shock. Looking down, her eyes widened at the sight of a fiery sword. “Now look what you made me do.” The king muttered, withdrawing his sword. Marcy heard Anne call her name, but it sounded muffled as everything around her started to darken. “I…I’m sorry….for everything…” she mumbled, collapsing to the ground. The box broke, sending Anne and the Plantars back to earth. Everything was dark, blurry, and horrible. She could feel herself floating in a watery substance, yet she couldn’t bring herself to move. To escape. Eyes closed, she took in a deep breath through her mask, listening to the bubbles as she exhaled once again. The human could vaguely hear King Andrias talking to someone, their voice echoey and distorted. Her mind flashed to Anne, the look of utter betrayal in her eyes as Marcy desperately tried to explain her reason to dragging them all to Amphibia. She deserved it, didn’t she? This was what she deserved for bringing pain to the one she loved. “Mar-mar! No!” Anne giggled as she chased after a hyperactive Marcy. “Give me back my phone!” The frizzy-haired teen finally caught up to her, tackling her in a hug as they fell to the ground, laughing and giggling hysterically. Anne lay onto of Marcy, arms wrapped around her waist as Marcy lay on her back. Marcy caught her breath. “Okay, okay, you win.” She chuckled, handing Anne her phone. Anne took it, glancing at her with a smirk on her face. Without any warning, she leaned down and gave Marcy a peck on the lips, before she got up. Marcy’s cheeks began to glow, laying there for a moment longer before getting up. “You look so adorable like that, Mar-mar.” Anne stated, running off before Marcy could catch her. “H-hey! That’s not fair!” She cried, following Anne back inside the house. Marcy took another breath, listening to King Andrias. He was right beside her tank, talking to someone she couldn’t see. “The plan is almost finished, master. Now all we need to do is transfer your soul into the vessel.” Marcy took a moment to think. Vessel? Master? Who exactly was he talking to? The person seemed to have answered, but all Marcy could hear was an echoey hiss. Marcy awoke to someone inserting a needle into her arm. Eyes snapping open, she realised she was out of her tank, lying on a table. Arms and legs were bound down, she moved her head to find a hooded figure holding a syringe, the orange, glowing liquid still visible. Panicking, she thrashed around, breathing heavily when she felt something growing stronger in her mind, slowly taking over. Shutting her eyes tightly, she internally begged for this nightmare to end, for whatever this entity was to go away. Marcy dared open her eyes. She was no longer on the table, but in a white, empty void. Looking around, she realised there was a screen in front of her. They were tinted red, and through them she recognised the room she was in just a few minutes before. The screen began to move, turning to look at King Andrias, whom Marcy hadn’t realised was standing in the corner of the room. He stepped forward, as whatever was controlling her body sat up, now being able to move.

“Welcome back, master.” It had been several weeks since her body was taken over by the “Night”. And Marcy hated every second of it. The entity that had taken over her mind would sneer at her, call her weak and pathetic. Marcy never dared fight back, knowing this was karma for hurting Anne. Now, they were about to enter the portal back to earth. Marcy’s eyes widened in horror as the frog-bots entered first, gut wrenching as the terrified screams of the citizens filled the air on the other side. Strolling along the destroyed streets, Marcy watched as the frog-bots blasted buildings, the people inside barely making it out. All of a sudden, a blue blur attacked the bots, annihilating them in seconds. Marcy’s eyes widened as the cyan blue-haired person had her back to her, the familiar leaves floating within the fiery hair. The Night had a huge grin on his face, as a terrible plan began to form in his mind. He knew this person was important to her. When the person turned around, her eyes widened. “Marcy?” Marcy watched in horror as Anne’s smile brightened, tears of joy falling from her eyes as she began to walk toward her. “Marcy! You’re alive!” “You do realise that she’ll be in the way, don’t you Marcy?” Her eyes widened in horror, as Marcy realised what he was planning. “No…please! Don’t hurt her! Hurt me as much as you want, just don’t touch her!” She begged. The Night chuckled, watching intently as Anne stepped forward, arms outstretched. Marcy watched, helplessly, as the Night held a knife behind his back.

#idk love #marcanne #marcy x anne #marcy x reader #anne boonchuy #true colours spoilers #amphibia #freshie txt #freshie writes #true colours

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years ago

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The Cake

A/n: Sorry this took so long but I'm obsessed with how this turned out. i hope you guys like this little crack fic ahha (this is also not thoroughly edited.)

Requested: @moonlit-han-main

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter

Warnings: Cussing probably

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Being pregnant is stress enough. Having Changbin as the father while quite possibly the greatest thing that has ever happened to Y/n. It was also the most stressful thing that had every happened to Y/n. Prepping for their gender reveal party is a huge ordeal and all the boys are excited to come and help. However, sometimes there are too many cooks in the kitchen.

Genre: comedy, crack, lil romance, fluff, established relationship!au, future parent!au, Fem Reader, Ft.3RACHA

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Changbin’s POV

“Jisung, you know Y/n said no alcohol.”

I sighed seeing my friend carrying an armful of liquor bottles into the kitchen. He laughed less than gently setting them on the island counter. The apartment I shared with Y/n was rather small and the kitchen was basically open to the living room. The clinking of glass bottles had me rolling my eyes. “No. She said no alcohol for her. Duh. She’s pregnant!”

Jisung’s dark fluffy hair fell in front of his doe eyes, but did not hide the impish smile he wore. The door of the apartment swung open to reveal Chan, a square box in hand.

“Is that it?” I asked eagerly as he set the carton down in the kitchen with us. Feeling cramped in the space, Jisung squeezed past us onto the other side of the counter in the living room.

Chan nodded and flipped open the lid of the carton to reveal a bright white cake. “Just picked it up from the bakery.”

“And he didn’t tell you what color was inside?”

“Do you think I would have walked in that calmly if I knew the gender of your kid?”

I shrugged, listing my head. “Yeah, that checks out.” Swatting Jisung’s hand away I shut the lid keeping him from tasting Y/n and my gender reveal cake. We had been holding off on knowing the gender and both of us were beginning to grow restless with her due date only a few months away. “Chan can you put it on the cake thingy Y/n bought.”

“It has a name.”

“Do you know what it is?” I asked walking to the other side of the counter. Chan stood, eyes blinking at an abnormal pace. “Cake thingy it is then. Y/n will be here in three hours so we have to finish decorating.” The boys nodded and we set to work about putting up the party decorations.

An hour later the apartment was filled with colorful balloons and cheap streamers. The boys and I stood looking around at our hard work. The cake sat on the counter looking perfect as ever. The living room was bursting with color and the drinks and snacks were laid out and only partially eaten by Jisung.

“Wow. We did it.” Chan said, standing proudly with his hands on his hips surveying our hard work. It was unbelievable that we actually managed to get everything done and looking perfect with so much time to spare. “Where’s Jisung?”

I shrugged. “I think he said he was putting the broom back in the kitchen.”

“Hey guys, should we put the cake on the table?”

We turned around to see Jisung holding the beautifully frosted white cake. The cake that was going to tell us the gender of the baby. “Jisung wait-”

“Woah!”

Everything happened in slow motion. Chan and I both lunged forward. We watched in horror as Jisung disappeared below the kitchen island and the cake was thrown up into the air..The delicatable perfect pastry was turning over in the air, gravity pulling it down.

SPLAT

Chan froze behind me. My hands latched onto the edge of the island counter, anchoring them in place so as not to strangle the nearest squirrel. Jisung slowly stood up facing us, white frosting in his hair. brown hair. Slowly his eyes traveled down to the mess he created.

“WAIT! DON’T LOOK DOWN!” I screamed holding out my hands to stop him. My friend’s eyes shot up and he looked at the ceiling. “Nobody....look....at the kitchen floor.”

“Why can’t we-”

“BECAUSE, CHAN.......if the cake is on the floor....we’ll see what color the cake is.”

Hearing this Jisung covered his eyes with his hands. “Fuck. Guys. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Like I’m really sorry.”

I sighed rubbing my forehead, a headache beginning. “Jisung quit you’re blubbering. It’s not going to help.” We now had no cake; the literal centerpiece of the entire party. “Y/n will be here in two hours. We need to clean this mess up now.”

Chan ran a hand through his hair in stress. The man was going to have gray hair before he was thirty. “How are we supposed to clean if we can’t look at the floor?” My eyes fell onto the kitchen counter. A dish rag hung on the edge of the sink.

“I’ve got an idea.”

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My left hand felt blindy around for the edge of the counter. The other pushed a mop around the kitchen. The kitchen towel was itchy against my eyes, but I would rather keep my eyes in my head than have them end up in Y/n’s purse if I saw the color of the cake.

A sudden whack to my ass had me yelping and shooting up from my hunched position. “Ow- what the hell?” My ears picked up the sound of a dust pan falling to the floor.

“Sorry, I was turning around.”

“Jisung, my ass is reserved for Y/n. Hands off. Dust pans too.”

Chan chuckled not far away from me. These makeshift blindfolds really were a bitch. “That is something I never thought I would ever hear. Don’t say it again.”

After a few more minutes of sightless fumbling and cleaning, the three of us sighed. “I think we did it.” Jisung mumbled. “Can I take this off now?”

I nodded, despite my friends lack of ability to see. “Okay. Take em off.”

Pulling off the blindfolds, we were met with a horrifying sight. Every inch of my kitchen- of Y/n’s kitchen, was smeared and stained bright blue. Not only was the frosting on the floor, but it was on the cabinets, the counters, even the walls.

“It’s.......everywhere...” Chan mumbled, staring at the catastrophe. “How did it get everywhere? I thought we cleaned it!”

Jisung’s eyes widened. His hand clapped onto my shoulder. “Dude! You’re having a boy!” Both Chan and I looked over at him with a pointed stare. “What? Don’t look at me like that. What the fuck did I do?”

“You’re in deep shit.” Chris laughed looking at the cerulean stained tile.

My eyes widened, turning to my friend. “Nuh uh. We are in deep shit. Jisung is the one that dropped the cake.”

“And how is that my fault?!”

“I don’t know! You’re the smart one! Fix this!”

The leader ran his long pale hands through his hair. After pacing through the smeared frosting I was beginning to think we were indeed truly fucked. I began to lose hope until I saw an idea pass through Chan’s dark eyes. “You got an idea?” The youngest asked, swiping his finger along the counter and bringing the blue frosting up to his lips. He nodded, determination set on his face.

“Call Felix.”

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A white blonde head of hair pranced through the door seventeen minutes later carrying a bucket with bleach and two bags of groceries. “You called for a miracle?” The boys smiled and looked at the three of us covered in icing.

“Yeah, Felix, why’d you show up.” Jisung laughed only to be elbowed in the stomach by Chan.

“Felix....help,” I pleaded. The boy shoved the bucket into Jisung’s arms and peeked into the kitchen looking over the disaster we created. He whistled, brows raising in surprise. “We have an hour and a half. Can you do it?”

His head tilted and a deep chuckle bubbled up in his chest. “Of course I can.” the boys and I let out a sigh of relief. “Chan, you and father-to-be deep clean the kitchen. Jisung, you and I will take care of the cake.” We all just stared at Felix as he barked out orders. “LET’S MOVE BOYS! LET’S GO, GO, GO!”

Scrambling, the four of us raced to fix the calamity before Y/n could come home and ever find out that we not only found out the gender of our child early, but quite possibly permanently stained her nice kitchen turquoise.

The short time we had soon fizzled into nothing and the sound of keys turning in the lock of the front door had every body in the apartment rushing to cover up the last bits of our mishap.

Y/n walked in with a smile. The four of us rushed to appear as if nothing had ever happened. Chan launched himself onto the couch. Jisung admired one of our one posters that was hanging framed in the living room. Felix pretended to be inspecting our Vitamix that he gave us last Christmas as he always did when he came over to see if it had been used yet.

I greet her with a hug, kissing her cheek. “Hi, Binnie!” Pulling away she looked around the apartment at the boys who were less than nonchalant, her eyes particularly falling on Jisung. Felix waved to her from the kitchen. “Oh- Lix! I thought you weren’t coming until the party started?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d...drop...by.” He smirked and I glared at him from behind my pregnant fiancee.

“Well, you’re always welcome!” She looked around the at the decorations and we all held our breath as she entered the kitchen. Y/n’s eyes lit up as her eyes landed on the cake. It looked almost exactly like the one Jisung had dropped only hours before. “Is this the cake? It looks so good! No one peeked right?”

“No, no.”

“Not me.”

“I don’t even know what a cake is.”

“We would never.”

Giving us all weird eyes, Y/n chuckled and put a glass cover over the cake display. “The party will start soon. Thank you guys so much for helping out!” Letting loose a shaky breath I watched her wander into the bedroom to change for the soon coming party.

“I think we got away with it guys. Not a word.”

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The party was in full swing. Friends and family mingled in our apartment and gifts for the baby and us were being stacked by the door. Chan was on Jisung detail keeping him far away from Cake 2.0.

“Hey, everyone, it’s time to cut the cake!” The crowd cheered and gather around Y/n and I as we stood behind the cake Felix made with the minuscule help from Jisung. Nervously, I handed Y/n the knife and cast a wary glance towards the four other boys who were obviously sweating. The blade cut through the airy confection with ease.

“Ummm......Changbin.....”

“Yes?”

Her brows rose and she dumped the cut piece of cake on a plate. “Do you mind telling me why this cake has green filling, babe?” Y/n watched me blink, completely frozen in place. “Is there an alien or Shrek growing in my belly? Changbin what the hell?”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Felix slap Jisung upside the head. “What did you do? I gave you the food coloring!” He whispered clearing exasperated.

“I put it in the cake mix, just like you said!”

Felix groaned and held his head in his hands. “Dude! I told you to put the coloring in the whipped filling! That was yellow cake batter! You mix blue and yellow you get fucking green! You made Changbin have a Shrek baby!”

The two continued to bicker while Y/n turned to me with a furious look in her eyes. “What did you do....”

“Jisungdroppedthecakeitwasn’tmyfaultthenweallputonblindfoldssowewouldn’tseewhatcoloritwasonthefloorandthefrostinggoteverywheresowecalledFelixandhewaslikethebleachfairyandheandJisungmadeanothercakeandI’msosorrybabyIloveyou.” I sputtered at top speed.

She just blinked, trying to process my words. “I don’t even know...how to even comphrend what’s going on. Honestly at this point I’m not even sure I’m not growing a Shrek in my belly.”

I smiled leaning down and kissing Y/n’s soft lips. “No,” She looked up at me with soft eyes, anger slowly leaving. “That’s our son.”

“He still might turn out to be Shrek.”

“Shut up, Jisung.”

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sunflowerhae · 4 years ago

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Tandoori Chicken

⚠️HORROR ,, by the name you wouldn’t guess right?? Lmao keep reading! It’s not like, that bad? Still could be scary!

| 🎞📽 ▹▹Mark x reader

🎙• For the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend that college dorm rooms have normal sized beds with the phat sheets, and not the high beds where you can clearly see underneath. ALSO also, I got this from a video I saw on Instagram of a TIKTOK, explaining a story where the same thing happens, although it’s a BIT different. Lemme tell u when I wrote the climax sentence, my own stomach dropped and tears came to my eyes at the sheer fear of the situation. Lol ENJOY!

“Jesus, how late is it?” Mark mumbled as he leaned back from his hunched position over the desk to stretch, only to find the library basically empty, with only the two librarians and a student or two staggering about. You - sitting across from him - looking up at his words, and, when reaching over to your phone and turning it on, were surprised to find that is was 12:46am. You stared at Mark in disbelief, and you both were astounded at how long you two managed to study without checking the time.

“Maybe we should end it there for the night?” You questioned, and Mark nodded while beginning to pack up his stuff - you starting to do the same. Everything was going fine up until the two of you found yourself standing on the library steps; prepared to say goodbye.

“So how are you getting home?” Mark asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Um, probably walking. I live on campus, so it won’t be long. How ‘bout you?” Mark sighed at your question.

“Well, the bus doesn’t run this late, and I’m in a frat - as you know -

“-right,” you nodded.

“-so we live kind of off campus, I’m not sure. I might have to call someone. Maybe hyuck will be up?” He had started mumbling to himself a bit, and you smiled at him awkwardly, before finally suggesting what had been on your mind.

“Well, you could always just, I don’t know, psh, stay the night with me? I mean - not with me, with me, but.. I mean my roommate is at her um, b-boyfriends tonight so there’s an empty bed and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you spending the night there once I explain the situation! I mean, you don’t have to or anything I totally understand if you just wann-“

“Y/N, y/n! Chill, sure, that’d be great actually. Hyuck would kill me if I woke him up - or worse, interrupted a gaming sess.” Mark gave his signature boyish laugh, and your heart leapt.

The thing is, you really liked Mark. You had him in your Political Science class, and the two of you had never spoken up until the moment you got paired together for a project - three months ago. You had already finished the project, but the two of you genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, so you liked to study together. It wasn’t much of a friendship, but it was something. Sometimes, you both studied in a cafe, and Mark would always buy your drink,

so yeahhh, it was love.

When the two of you finally got back to your bedroom, something felt, off. It was cold, first off, which was unusual - your roommate always left the room hot. Second, it was pitch black, but you could have sworn you left a lamp on - knowing how much you hated walking all the way across the room in the dark to turn on the light. The scariest thing, however, was that your door was unlocked. Had your roommate possibly changed all of this before she left? You were scared, but felt more calm with Mark walking in right after you.

After you turned on the lamp, you turned around to Mark, who was looking at all the photos on your desk. “I’ll see if Seulgi - my, uh, roommate - has anything you can wear. Her boyfriend stays over a lot.” You went and looked in her drawers, and successfully found a pair of shorts for Mark to wear. After giving them to him and turning around so he can change, he awkwardly coughed, and you both stood in silence; until Mark broke it.

“Um, I might just sleep on the floor. I already am wearing her clothes, I don’t want to take your roommates bed too. It might be more comfortable for me.”

“You sure?” Mark nodded in affirmation, and you gave him a quick, “ok,” before taking an extra blanket you had in your closest and handing it to him, along with a pillow of yours. After he comfortably was resting on the ground, and you were snuggled into your sheets, you wordlessly turned off the lamp and gave Mark a, “night, Mark,” to which he responded,

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

2:00am.

You could hear the shuffling.

At first, you didn’t want to open your eyes - hoping you could will yourself back into your dreams - but eventually it got kind of annoying, so you turned your body to be facing outwards and opened your eyes. You could just barely make out a figure standing in the room, and in a moment of terror and surprise, you turned on your light.

Mark was standing in the middle of your dorm room, which would usually calm you down, but the look on his face just scared you more. He looked like a mix of confused, and also terrified - but it seemed like he was trying to keep that one in.

“Mark, what are you doing up?”

Mark quickly glanced at you, almost as if he didn’t know you were awake, and gave you the strangest look you’ve ever seen on someone’s face before.

“Y/n,” he suddenly says, “I’m hungry, let’s go get some tandoori chicken.” You were baffled, and sat up higher in your bed.

“Mark, no, it’s 2am. Just get something from the food cart thingy,” you said, and gestured to the food area of your dorm. Mark’s face went even more pale then it already was - you just now realized how pale it was - and before you knew it, he took two huge strides over to your spot on the bed, grabbed your forearm, and used all of his strength to pull you off the bed.

“No, we’re GETTING tandoori chicken, right now.” Once you’re successfully off the bed, he continues to pull you out of the room, not even letting you get your keys or shoes before you leave.

Once you both are successfully out of your room and a few feet down the hallway, Mark stops, and you pull your arm from his grip while you practically yell, “what the hell mark?” Mark turns around to face you, and he no longer tried to hide his blatant fear; you realized he was successfully holding back, because the look in his eyes at that moment chilled you to the bone.

“I’m not really hungry, we just needed to get out of that room. Y/n, there was someone under your bed.”

Bonus (this is a bonus bc I don’t like it lol)•

You felt like you were about to throw up, but successfully kept it down as you asked,

“What?”

“Okay, I woke up like, 4 minutes before you did with like this restless feeling that I was being watched, and no offense but I thought it was you because well, you’re the only one in the room with me, right? Well when I opened my eyes, and look up at you, you were dead asleep. I felt sick, because the feeling was still there, only heightened, like whoever was watching me knew that I knew. I just moved my line of sight to under the bed for a second, just a glance, and I saw someone staring back at me, y/n. A man, a whole ass person, just...watching me. I got up as casually as i could and started mumbling about wanting chicken just loud enough to where they could hopefully hear me, and you would hopefully wake up; thankfully you did.” You both quickly made a b-line straight for your RA’s dorm, but when the police checked your room, no one was there, but there was evidence of them being there. You guessed they left while you and Mark were out of the room, but it didn’t stop the fact that you now had a habit of checking every nook and cranny of your living space the minute you got home, and it didn’t definitely didn’t stop you and Mark from sleeping together most nights, possibly using the shared trauma to get closer.

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hyliansquish · 4 years ago

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Diakko Week Day 5

@dianakko-week

I have nothing to say about this other than, prepare yourself. I went hard.

Also read here on AO3

The air was heavy and stale as the scent of rot, decay, permeated through it. An uninviting place, a damp and dark cavern of mystery. The way forward was only illuminated by the dim glow of a flying orb. A magical construct, following two beings on their trek through the winding passages. The leader kept ever vigilant, eyes scanning their dim surroundings as they delved further and further into the cavern, which was like a labyrinth, ever winding. But from the signs available, they had to be close.

A sickening crunch echoed through the passage as the leader looked down, recoiling in horror at the skeleton which laid at her feet. The nervous breathing of her partner was loud beside her, being the only noise aside from the dull thrum of the magic orb beside them. This silence was maddening, and concerning.

“Diana.” Akko whispered beside her. “Maybe we should turn back.”

Diana looked back to the nervous wreck beside her. A state she had rarely seen Akko in. Should she turn back? “No, we’re so close, Akko. Just a bit more.”

“But, Diana, people died here.” Akko snapped, pointing down to the mess of bones before them. “Don’t you think our lives are a little more important than some magic relic thingy?”

“Says the one who risked everything for the sake of the Shiny Rod.” Diana deadpanned, turning her attention back down the passage.

“Isn’t this a little different though?”

Diana ignored her, continuing down the path on her own. The carvings on the wall were her guide, and they were almost there. So driven was she, ignoring the increasing scatterings around them.

“Diana, please.” Akko was now begging. “It’s not worth it!”

But they were right here. An ethereal golden light poured into the room, focusing on one object in particular. The ancient staff was right there, standing proud for all to see, for all to admire. Neither the sigils nor bodies surrounding the staff mattered. Not when it sang its siren song and pulled Diana toward its source. What else in this world mattered more?

Akko’s cries seemed distant as her hand reached out toward the staff. Finally. Finally.

The ground shook, knocking the girls off balance. And all at once, awareness came crashing back into Diana’s senses.

Ba dum. Ba dum.

The puddles which collected on the ground rippled.

Ba dum. Ba dum.

Something large was making its way towards them.

Ba dum.

The girls’ eyes drifted toward the large maw of the other connected chamber.

Ba dum.

Two hellish orbs stood out from the darkness. And a low and guttural growl sounded from the beast whose silhouette was becoming more and more recognizable.

Raaaaaaaaaagh!!!!

Diana and Akko covered their ears as the sound echoed around them. Deafening.

By the time they recovered it was charging toward them. A massive beast covered in patchwork fur, but mostly scars, and sickly grey skin. Its paws, hands, whatever they were were massive. Easily larger than each of their torsos. And long sharp claws made themselves known, as the creature swiped over their heads, leaving gashes in the rock wall behind them.

What had she done? What had she gotten them into? Diana should have listened to Akko sooner. Now here she was, about to be devoured by some inhuman beast.

“Hey, big boy! Over here!” Akko taunted, using her transformation magic to pull the beast away from Diana.

“Akko?” Diana scrambled to her feet, doing her best to locate the girl-turned-animal. “Akko, what are you doing?”

The beast’s full attention was on the rat running circles around it, swiping with one claw, stomping with a hoofed foot. Each close call sent Diana’s heart through her chest. She couldn’t let Akko do this alone.

“Murowa!”

The beast’s attention was now turned to her, giving Akko enough time to change tactics. The girl transformed into a bear and latched onto the beast’s back. It writhed and squirmed, doing all it could to shake the foreign body off.

Diana sent another spell the beast’s way, causing it to stumble back, and nearly lose its balance. So close, just a bit more of this.

Akko bit down on the creature’s neck, though unable to break the surface, the beast cried out in agony, backing up to the cave wall. It slammed itself back once, twice, thrice. And Akko lost her grip, falling off the creature’s back as she reverted back to a human once more.

“Akko!” Diana screamed, seeing how much pain the girl was in. Letting out a cry of anger, Diana sent one more spell slamming against the creature. This time, enough to send it flying off its feet. But it didn’t land far. One more. And again! But all this served to do was anger it more. Diana stared with wide eyes as it began to charge her, ignoring every new spell she cast.

It all happened so fast. One moment, she was face to face with death, the next, she was on the ground, watching helplessly as the one she cared most about was being flung across the chamber. No. “Akko!”

She didn’t think. She didn’t have time for that. She merely let the adrenaline rush take hold of her as she ran for Akko’s limp body. She scooped the brunette up, leaving the beast behind as she ran, ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had to get out, this wasn’t worth it. Nines, it wasn’t worth it.

How much distance had she covered? Diana looked back to see if she was followed, but all there was was darkness and silence.

She looked down to the body in her arms. The pathetic figure of a beaten and bruised Akko. Her bones felt like gravel in her grasp, and a frothy red escaped her lips. Diana lowered her to the ground, swiping a stray piece of hair from her forehead. “Akko. Akko, look at me.” She whispered.

The girl’s eyes opened only so much as she looked up to the one gently cupping her face. “D-Diana…”

“It’s going to be alright, Akko. I just need you to stay with me.” Diana reminded her, reaching to her side to look for a wand which was no longer there. No. She looked back down to the girl before her. Her eyes were so distant, and she had begun falling asleep. “Akko. Akko. Stay with me!”

“Dia…”

“Akko?” Diana repeated once more. She wasn’t responding, even as Diana shook her form.

“Akko?” Tears were cascading down her face. And now that they’d started, they wouldn’t stop. “No… No!”

“Diana? Diana, wake up!”

Akko looked on at her sleeping wife with concern as she did all she could to wake her up. “Diana, it’s just a dream.”

“Akko?”

“It’s just a dream.” She repeated, wiping a tear from her wife’s cheek.

“Akko.” Diana said, curling into Akko’s embrace. “I thought I lost you.”

“Shh.” Akko slowly stroked the back of her wife’s head before setting a hand atop Diana’s swollen belly. “It’s all over now. I’m right here. I’m right here.”

#dianakkoweek #diakko #dianakko #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #lwa #hurt/comfort #prepare yourself #my writing #fanfiction

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years ago

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Matters of the heart S3 ep1

Matters of the heart Season 3 Episode 1 Outrun the shadow {OPENING CREDITS}

Narration: As winter draws near and the green of summer fades the world enters a time of sacrifice. The leaves release their grasp on branches and flutter to the ground to feed the soil of the earth. In return, the earth produces plants to feed the animals. Everything in our world sacrifices every day. And although Humans may be at the top of nature’s chain, We are not exempt from sacrifice. {Fade down to Isaiah looking conflicted as he watches men working in Old Corona’s graveyard with Gaia next to him} Lily: Isaiah? Isaiah: Oh! Hey guys… Akina: You okay? Isaiah: what? yeah, I'm fine why? Nathaniel: not going to lie... You look like you just watched a group full of Orphans get hit by a carriage. Isaiah: that's a lovely image... but no really I'm fine it's just... a little weird to be watching people remove a tombstone from the graveyard with my name on it. Nathaniel: at least we're prepared for the real deal now! we have the stone and everything! {Akina kicks him} Nathaniel: Ow! Lily: what we’re trying to say is we're glad to have you back. Isaiah: I'm glad to have you guys back too… Akina: Awww! {lily blushes and Nathaniel gags; cut to Varian’s house where Zapada is attempting to feed her son with Verbena next to her} Zapada: Sterling, please do not fuss! Verbena: hehe! Fussy baby! Eugene: At least you know he’s truly Varian’s kid...Stubborn to the end! Varian: har har...can we get back to business? Rapunzel: Sorry Varian but he’s sooo cute! Lance: he really is! Adira can we have another baby? {Pan to Adira having her earring pulled by her 1-year-old son} Adira:....no. Varian: ….okay yes my son is incredibly cute but we have a serious issue here. Eugene: alright fine...you were saying? {Varian lays out a map on the dining room table} Varian: We know that the cult’s hideout was near the mountains in an abandoned mine. the entrance to the mine collapsed when we were leaving but I doubt that'll hold them. they could be on their way here right now we need to make a battle plan. Rapunzel: I'm not normally one to be negative but what are we going to do? I don't have my hair anymore and you told me that they basically made a corrupt version of the Moonstone using only a Shard from its remains. do we even know the full extent of their power now? Varian: that's the tricky part... we don't. my family and I hightailed it out of there before they could do anything. Lancel: What does this mean for Cassandra? {Varian bites his lip and looks at Eugene who nods} Varian: Cassandra... her mind has completely been taken over by the power she possesses...Her original conscience is gone. {Rapunzel gasps and tears up} Eugene: oh no...Sunshine c’mere… {he holds her close} Varian: i’m sorry Rapunzel… {Isaiah rushes in with the others and accidentally hits Ruddiger with the door} Isaiah: Dad! Do you Smell that!? {Varian sniffs the air and his eyes widen} Varian: sulfur... Eugene: cannons...something’s coming... {Zapada instinctively clutches Benny and Sterling; Varian and Eugene run out to the road; at the entrance, Larkspur stands with a cold staring purple-eyed Cassandra and an army of cult members behind her} Larkspur: Hi! Hope you don’t mind but I thought I’d just drop in...and take what’s mine. {Rapunzel stands in front of them} Rapunzel: You aren’t taking anything from us! Larkspur: AWWW! That’s so cute! Like you have a choice. Oh, sweet Vessel! Show them we mean business. {Cassandra steps forward} Rapunzel: Cass! Wait! It’s me! fi-AHH! {Rapunzel is pulled out of the way as Cass Forces a contorted discolored rock from the ground} Eugene: oh no… Isaiah: Dad w-what is that? {Varian’s eyes dilate in horror} Larkspur: Like I said...We’re not taking no for an answer… {She turns to her army} Larkspur: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Corona! Some of you have been here before but- {She gasps as an arrow zips past her and hits a cult member killing him; She turns around and sees Adira with her bow at the ready} Larkspur:...ya know what? Screw the speech! ATTACK! DESTROY ANYONE YOU SEE! {The army cheers and charges; People begin running screaming} Isaiah: Dad!? Nathaniel: MOM! {Everyone runs to gather their families; The cult starts throwing small orbs; once they hit the ground a gas flows out choking various people; Isaiah watches his father fight with the king and queen and out of the corner of his he sees an orb head for Nathaniel’s family} Isaiah: NATHANIEL! {He is hit directly and begins coughing and sputtering; Isaiah covers his nose and mouth and runs out to help him to his house; in the confusion they here people grunting and shouting in pain; The cult have begun targeting civilians with their swords} Rapunzel: We have to get everyone out of here! {Varian, Eugene, and Rapunzel help various villagers to run into Varian’s house and barricade the door} Varaian: Zapada Grab the kids! Lets get everyone to the escape route! Zapada: come on children! {Varian leads them to a hole in his office} Eugene: seriously? Varian: It leads to the underground tunnels of old Corona! we can escape to the forest through here! Isaiah: but we'll be leaving everything! Rapunzel: We have to… Varian: Women & Children First! {Isaiah helps Lily and the royal siblings into the hole and then helps Nathaniel} Varian: you next buddy! {Isaiah climbs down into the dark dirt tunnels; he slowly helps people into them; Once everyone is inside Varian himself climbs into the hole taking one last look at his home before the main door starts cracking open; he grabs the lid to the hole and covers it as he descends into the tunnel.} Akina: it’s really dark down here Benny: clearly you've never been to the dark Kingdom. Villagers: what do we do now? how do we get back to the surface? our home is gone! what about everybody else in the Kingdom!? Rapunzel: everyone calm down! I'm sure our Royal engineer has a plan! Right? Varian: of course I do I didn't just build this thing for kicks. the tunnel itself is about 5 miles long and at least out into the forest. the exit is in a campsite that I have spent time creating in case the should ever happen. when we get there we can set up camp as for the rest of the people in Corona... we can only pray for their safety. Perhaps at a future date we can save them. {the small crowd murmurs to each other; Varian takes out small glowing orbs and passes them around} Eugene: everyone Stay Together! Varian will lead the way. {They begin walking in the direction they’re being lead} Benny: ‘Saiah? are we going to be okay? Isaiah:.... yeah totally! there's one thing I know about my dad is he has a plan for everything. even the worst-case scenario. Akina: Mama I’m frightened… Adira: we’re alright small one Lance: yeah... the important thing is we're all here together. {As they walk small rumbles shake the tunnels but Rapunzel encourages them to keep moving; Varian looks over a map with his glowing orb before pointing down a corridor; Everyone follows; Cut to Lily’s brother Cyrus running a hand along the dirt wall} Cyrus: I'm simply amazed Mr.Varian... how did you manage to carve these? Varian: there were already tunnels here from when I was younger I just simply expanded them so that they would run into the forest. I figured it was a good idea to have an Escape Route. especially one that they wouldn't be able to find. Cyrus: still this must have taken years! Varian: I began Construction once I returned to Corona shortly before Isaiah was born. I figured if I was going to stay in Old Corona they would end up coming for me at some point. I wanted a safe way for my villagers to escape. {A thud and is heard followed by a shattering of glass and a scream; Eugene whips around to see a woman on the ground; he runs over} Eugene: what's going on!? Child: My mother! S-she fell! She isn’t saying anything! {Varian runs over and kneels next to her} Varian: ... flip her over! {They do so and reveal reddish-purple dots on her skin} Varian:...was your mother sick before!? did anything happen during The Invasion I could have injured her in any way? Child: no! She was fine! She wasn’t even injured in The Invasion! we only got hit by one of those weird ball thingies! Isaiah:... those gas bombs! If she was near one when it blew then, you don't think that maybe… Varian: those bombs must have been filled with some sort of biological compound... it's making anybody who came into contact with the gas sick. Rapunzel: a lot of people here were exposed to those. Eugene: everyone check yourselves for reddish-purple spots! {The people look at themselves and several shout in fear as they look at their spotted skin; Nathaniel looks at his wrist in fear and dots cover his arm} Rapunzel: okay calm down! if you were sick we will find a way to get you treated we just have to find out what exactly this is! Varian: Rapunzel that's easier said than done without a lab. in the time being we have to make it to the campsite we use whatever medicine we have to try and get you better until then we'll have to observe your symptoms. Villager 1: how much longer to this campsite? my wife is very sick! Varian: we just passed the north corridor so I'm guessing we should be there within the next 10 minutes. in the meantime everybody please try and stay calm. {everyone moves on} Lily: Nathaniel are you okay? {he holds up his wrist; Akina gasps} Isaiah: don't be scared, Akina... I don't think it's contagious otherwise we'd all have it by now. Lily: what about you you ran to the gas cloud that he was in! Isaiah: Nathaniel and everybody else experiencing symptoms had a direct hit or breathed in a lot of the gas. I had my mouth and nose covered when I went to go grab him. Nathaniel: Stop! let's do what they told us and stay calm. I don't know what this stuff is going to do to me but we shouldn't focus on that. we have bigger fish to fry. come on… {He walks ahead of them} Benny: Isaiah? Can I have a ride? Isaiah: you tired? Okay… {He bends down and lets her climb on his back; they keep walking to they see a light peering through the top of the tunnel} Varian: Angry? Cat? {a rope is dropped down} Varian: again Women & Children First! { everyone begins climbing up the Rope one by one; finally Varian pulls himself up} Keira: welcome to the upper world! Varian: you've been waiting for years to say that haven't you? Cat: she really has you have no idea… Keira: we did exactly as you said we saw the commotion from our treehouse and opened up the tunnel. Lance: thats my girls! Eugene: is everything secure? Cat: yeah Varian: and how is...he doing? { Cat looks distressed for a moment and kiera puts an arm around her} Kiera: he's not doing good to say the least… Cat: we have him in the camp right now resting but his wound recently got infected. The Physician helped some with the internal damage... but he said ultimately there's not much you can do. we just have to hope he makes it through this. Kiera: nevermind! we have some visitors in the camp… Varian: Visitors!? WHO!? {Cut to the camp with Varian walking in; pan to hector sitting with his daughter Juniper and son Bjørn} Varian: Uncle? Adira: Hector!? Hector: hello sister… Adira: what are you doing here? Juniper: it was so weird! dad said he had to come here! Hector: something happened... and judging from what I'm seeing something big. I felt a familiar feeling... but this time..it was evil. Adira: they took The Shard of the Moonstone and they corrupted it into a new stone. trust me I felt it too. Bjørn: What happened to all these people? Varian: we don't exactly know yet. Eugene: okay attention everyone! all those who are sick please rest until we can find a designated area for you everybody else start helping set up camp Villager 1: but what about us!? are you sure they won't find us here!? Varian: as of right now all the cult knows is that we disappeared inside my house. They have no knowledge of the underground tunnels nor do they have any knowledge of this campsite. soon strict rules are going to be enforced in order to assure everyone safety. I know the situation isn't ideal and I prayed that it would never happen. Villager 2: isn't this basically your fault!? you should have been protecting us from these people! {The crowd shouts in anger; Isaiah puts Benny down and runs over} Isaiah: knock it off! Varian: Isaiah? Isaiah: there was no way my Dad could have stopped the cult from doing this! with or without the Moonstone Shard they would have attacked eventually just as they have before. instead of blaming other people for what happened, we should focus on Surviving! Rapunzel: Isaiah is right. getting angry will solve nothing. please everyone just started helping set up camp once we get a new sense of normal it won't seem so bad I promise. {The crowd disperses} Isaiah: phew… Varian: Thats my boy! Zapada: Copilul meu, that was so brave! Isaiah: I couldn't just stand there and let them bad-mouths my family. the cult members are insane plain and simple once they have something in their head it can't be stopped. Zapada: I'm going to go help the other women set up. Isaiah, would you mind taking your brother for a bit? {she hands Sterling to Isaiah} Isaiah: what do you say little guy? you ready to spend some time with your awesome big bro? Sterling: ppthh! Lily: Ha! Isaiah: I'm choosing to take that as a compliment… {Isaiah walks around camp watching the sick be tended to and tents being set up} Isaiah: and I got so used to sleeping in a bed again as well… Benny: speak for yourself! this is my element! {They look over and see Cat walk into a ten that was already set up} Isaiah: what is she doing? Benny: ooohh spy time! Lets go.. {They sneak up to the tent and look in; Noremoth lies on a makeshift bed with bandages wrapped around his torso; Cat dips a cloth in water and puts it on his head} Noremoth: ghh...h-hey.. Cat: hi..just rest okay? Noremoth:..you got it..boss. {She chuckles} Cat: just sleep okay? {Start the song “twisting trees} {Catalina} Deep in the forest, the flowers bloom Don’t fear the dark The moon will rise soon Let the breeze caress your face And fall into the branches embrace Twisting trees keep me safe Twisting trees I fear not this place As they cast their shadows below The moon it rises ever so slow It’s face of Ivory glowing above It bathes the land its pure white love fall into the branches embrace Twisting trees keep me safe And fear not this place. Oh, fear not this place. {end song; Isaiah walks away with Benny and Sterling} Isaiah: He's not looking good… Benny: well that wasn't fun that was just straight-up depressing... {Isaiah sits up against a tree with Sterling} Akina: you okay? Isaiah: Oh...hi Akina... yeah I'm fine just... rough way to start a day. Akina: yeah... never thought I'd see Uncle Hector here. What do you think they meant by saying they sensed something? Isaiah: promote my grandpa told me your mom and…” uncle” Hector used to be part of a group called the Brotherhood. from what he told me they were loyal to the moonstone given that this new corruption is made from A Shard of the Moonstone I'm guessing they felt a disturbance or something when it was corrupted. it's the only thing I can think of. Akina: We're going to take back Corona right? I like it there! Isaiah: don't you worry we're not just going to sit back and let this happen. we're going to take back our Kingdom… Lily: good luck with that we’ll need a small army. Akina: I heard the grown-up saying that too! something about we're going to have to go around asking other kingdoms to join the fight! Isaiah: well yeah... you think they're just going to stop at our kingdom? we're going to need to ask for help from a lot of peo-... wait...I GOT IT! { everyone in the camp jumps out of surprise} Isaiah:... oops! sorry!... anyway I need a piece of paper and a quill. Lily: one second I saw some by the supplies! {She runs over and grabs the items before handing them to Isaiah; Isaiah leans against the tree and begins writing his letter} Isaiah: S.O.S...Corona compromised. please help. your former Cabin Boy Isaiah... okay it's written! but how do we send it? Lily: I... I have an idea… {Cut to Hamuel hanging upside down from a tree branch} Isaiah: you can't be serious… Lily: hey my grandfather and Dad have been exchanging letters for ages using this bird. Isaiah: this bird has to be at least 15 years old! maybe more! on top of that look at him! {Hamuel falls to the ground with a pained caw} Isaiah: HMM!? *points at him* Lily: I know it's not ideal but he's gotten the messages there every single time. Benny: I'm surprised he hasn't taken the messages to the north pole rather than the dark Kingdom. {Lily attaches the letter to Hamuel’s leg} Isaiah:... I can't believe I'm doing this I'm talking to a bird...Hamuel listen very closely to me I need you to find a ship called the SS. Salvador. Take this note to the captain. and if you fail...uh...Draki will eat you. {Draki hisses and wiggles his tail} Lily: Isaiah no! Isaiah: Isaiah yes! { He lets Hamuel go; cut to Corona Castle; Larkspur walks into the throne room} Larkspur: I can't believe I'm finally here… Vergus: yes mistress you finally made it. Corona is destroyed and at our feet. and soon we will find The Alchemist and where he is hiding. Larkspur: look at this place... such power wasted. {She goes up and sits on the throne} Larkspur: hehe!! I've waited for years to sit on this chair! I was kind of hoping that the king and queens heads would be under my feet as well but you take what you can get. Vergus: shall we start moving on to the other kingdoms as well mistress? now that we've taken down Corona we can move on to others and spread our message! Larkspur: everything is finally coming together… Vergus: Mistress? {begin song “i don’t care”} {Larkspur} You know some time ago I was just a little girl I was hopeless, aimless, nameless But then a dream had struck my mind It was brighter than any kind And now that dream is mine Just look now where I walk A hall of Kings and Queens And all it took was some blood and a bit of screams! Well, I don’t care, If it isn’t fair! This land is mine Let’s not waste our time! Let’s make them bleed! Oh let’s make them bleed! Ohhh...he chose his path and ran away Even when welcome to stay… He chose...to Betray~! But I don’t care! I’ve let down my hair! This land is mine! Oh, finally mine! Now to make them bleed Oh let’s make them (x3) Let’s make them bleed! {End song} {END CREDITS}

#tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #Rapunzel #Varian #Eugene #fanfic #TTS #RTA #tts oc #rta oc #Isaiah #catalina and keira #Noremoth

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scandalsavagefanfic · 5 years ago

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For the prompt thingy, please! JayDick is my jam but we all know Jay’s our bisexual icon so my hope is for JayKara OR JayRose, the idea being the Batfamily and the SO’s fam finds out about the relationship/RECENT MARRIAGE via a group text. ;)

HI! I bet you guys all thought I’d moved on and wasn’t going to finish!

I have not!

So welcome back to the 50 Fics/500 Folowers Celebratory Prompt-A-Thon fills!

It was very hard to choose between Rose and Kara but I have another prompt for the one so...

Pearl - Read on Ao3

Words: 1015

Rating: G

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Don't forget to take off your ring.

Seven little innocent, innocuous words.

And they’ve ruined Jason’s life.

Bruce and Clark are arguing in hushed tones off in the corner. Fingers jab in angry, red faces and they both look like they’re three seconds away from trying to take the other’s head off.

Meanwhile, Jason’s left to fend of the flock of birds and their annoying partners.

By himself.

He’s going to kill her when she finally shows her stupid, gorgeous face.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.” Dick is all but pouting.

“Of course he didn’t mention it,” Damian says like he knows everything. “Father is furious. But I’m much more interested in why she would debase herself with the likes of you, Todd.”

Jason rolls his eyes.

Tim, who has put himself bodily in Conner’s way for all the good it will do if the irate clone wants to come at Jason, just raises his eyebrows.

“What made you—“

“What was it like?” Jon interrupts Tim, vibrating like a coked up puppy. “Was it romantic? Were there candles? What did you dance to? Oh! Oh! Did she wear a white dress?! DO YOU HAVE PICTURES OF IT?”

Jason just blinks at the kid, rapid fire questions making it hard to figure out where to start.

Except that everyone is staring at him now. Even Conner’s expression has gone curious. Bruce and Clark have paused their conversation and inched closer.

Mentally, Jason cycles back through the questions, trying to find the one everyone has fixated on.

Uh oh. It’s gonna be hard to answer without getting others in trouble.

“Um... yes?” Jason responds then kicks himself. Stupid honest answers, being put on the spot like that.

“Wait a minute,” Clark says, moving back toward the group, Bruce following close. “She did? You had... like a real ceremony?”

“Just the two of you?” Bruce growls.

Christ. Jason knows he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He gulps.

“No,” Tim answers for him, eyes full of a humor no one else seems to feel. “You have to have witnesses.”

That comment prompts an outburst of indignant and offended exclamations and accusations. They’ve all turned toward each other as everyone tries to figure out who knew and didn’t snitch.

He shakes his head at them.

Then, without a hint of warning, a soft voice whispers in his ear, “What’s going on?”

The only reason Jason doesn’t jump is because he’s used to it.

Instead he huffs and refuses to look at her. “You sent that text to the group,” he explains, watching the continued chaos, waiting for them to notice the newcomer.

“Which text? I’ve sent a bunch in the last couple hours.”

Now he does give her his attention. It’s still hard to stay focused; she still takes his breath away. Damian’s words float across his mind and Jason finds it difficult to argue with his logic when he’s looking up into soft, sky blue eyes that hover above him.

Why is Kara with him? What does fucking Supergirl see in Jason Todd?

Why on Earth or Krypton did she marry him?

“The reminder to take off my ring.”

She stares at him for a second. Then snorts. “Whoops.”

Jason can’t help it. Her amusement is contagious and he finds himself grinning back.

“Hey!”

Everyone is staring at them again. They look far less amused than Jason and Kara.

“Well?” Dick asks.

Jason and Kara exchange a look.

“Well what?” She says, putting her hands on her hips.

“Who was at your wedding?” Bruce all but snarls. His tone earns him an angry look from Clark.

“And do you have pictures?” Jon adds, still overly excited and not put off by everyone else’s horror. “I want to see how beautiful you looked!”

“Oh,” Kara says, like she was expecting something harder. “Ma and Pa were there.”

Clark’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops. He looks utterly scandalized and betrayed. Jason almost laughs. But Kara chooses that moment to elbow him in the side.

“Right. Uh, Alfred was there too.”

The silence that descends is oppressive. Bruce’s face is carefully blank. Dick’s expression mirrors Clark’s. Damian looks upset and Tim has frozen.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Clark finally asks. He sounds... hurt.

Literally every single head turns toward Bruce.

The man looks at each of them. Then grunts a hrm, strides to a shelf in the corner, and returns.

“Congratulations,” he says, infuriating smirk playing on his lips as he thrusts a small box—meticulously wrapped in white and silver paper with a professional looking silver ribbon—into Jason’s arms.

Jason scowls. “I fucking told you,” he snaps at Kara.

She just smiles and shrugs. “Open it.”

Once it’s open, Jason’s throat immediately goes tight and he’s gritting his teeth to keep the water welling in his eyes from falling. He knows what it is, the significance. He doesn’t have to ask.

But Kara hears his pulse ratchet up. “Jason?”

“I... Bruce, I—“

“When I found out, I had a set made for all of you,” Bruce explains taking the paper so the others can see the pearl cufflinks flanking a platinum necklace with a single pearl.

“Bruce... are those your mother’s pearls?” Dick asks quietly, reverently.

The older man nods, eyes fixed on Jason’s. “My father gave them to my mother to celebrate their love. It’s time to let go of their dark history; to give them a chance at a second life.”

They stare at each other, the implications of Bruce’s words hanging so thick in the air there’s no way anyone missed Bruce’s unspoken meaning.

That the pearls aren’t the only thing getting a real second chance in Bruce’s book. He’s finally going to make an effort with Jason too.

An elbow digs into Jason’s side making him hiss.

“For god’s sake, hug the man,” Kara mutters, voice a little thicker than usual.

At least Jason isn’t the only one affected.

Bruce smiles at him and holds out his arms for what feels like the first time since Jason was 15.

#jason todd #kara zor el #JayKara #50 fics/500 followers #celebratory prompt a thon #fluffy

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fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry · 4 years ago

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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 10

Warning: swearing, duh, Ouija-boarding, BJ's trust issues

- Are we seriously gonna do this like we were in a goddamn Z category horror movie? - asked Ari, while she rubbed the bridge of her nose. The coffin-table in the living room was decorated with at least 10 huge white candles, and in the middle there was a grey Ouija-board with a bright pink planchette. Sof already dimmed the lights and now was sitting on the floor, legs in criss cross applesauce. Beetlejuice was floating above the coffee table, laughing his ass off at the inscription he read on the planchette: Hey there demons, it's me, ya boy.

- And it's coming from the weird sister... - commented Rei as she folded her hands before her chest. Sof let out an annoyed sigh.

- Shut up, it gives an eerie vibe to the whole thing! I've been dreaming about using this shit for years, let me live my dream guys! - Rei and Ari both looked at each other, sighed, then sit down. Beetlejuice stopped laughing, wipped his laughter-tear filled eyes and rolled over to his belly in the air, legs dangling, hands under his chin. He had a devilish smile on his face and bright, neon green hair, mixed with a couple strikes of yellow. Even though he was excited to communicate with all residents of the house, he was kinda worried the Ouija-board won't work. He's been existing for at least a couple hundred years at that point, but nobody ever tried communicating with him through one of those suckers.

As soon as the girls got comfortable, Sofía cleared her throat.

- Okay, I know Ari knows how to handle this bad boy since we bought it together and had quite a good time while we looked into the use of spirit boards, but I'd like to state some instructions and ground rules. - Ari, Rei and Beetlejuice both nodded in agreement. - Once we start the seance, non of us should lift our fingers off the planchette. If any of us do, it might cause some trouble in the ghostworld. Concentration is essential, so please focus on contacting the dead. We have to take this thing seriously and must act respectfully towards the board and the spirit we deal with, so no frivolous questions.

- PFFFFFF kay, partykiller. - said Beetlejuice as he floated closer to the board. The girls put their pointing fingers on the planchette, breathed out, and looked at each other.

Thoughts were running around in Ari's head. Was this really a good idea? I mean if we can contact our homedemon effectively, I could tell my sisters I could hear him and they won't think I'm crazy. That's why I thought of doing this. But why am I so afraid then?

- Okay so let's start the session by asking simple yes and no questions. - said Sofía, closed her eyes for a bit, then started to talk. She sounded really confident for Beetlejuice, but her sisters noticed how her voice cracked a bit. Was she only nervous, excited, or was she genuinely afraid of what she might contact? - Is anyone here with us? - the planchette didn't move. Sofi let out a huge breath and gulped. Beetlejuice put his pointing finger on the planchette and literally screamed when he realized he could actually touch it. - Channeling the dead isn't easy so it might take some minutes to...

As soon she said that, Beetlejuice moved his finger, and literally yeeted the planchette across the room.

- FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT!!! - he screamed in a rather girly manner. Rei jumped up from the coffin-table and shook her head.

- That not normal man, a ghosty ghost couldn't do that in any horror movie! - Ari got up too and went to get the planchette. Beetlejuice floated before her.

- Sorry babes, I swear I'll be more gentle next time. Even though I know you looove wild stuff. - Ari replied with an eyeroll as she bowed down for the tiny pink thing. - Holy shit sugar I could imagine several hot scenarios with you in this position.

Ari headed back to the table and put the planchette down.

- Let's continue. - Rei sit back, fixing her glasses and putting her hair up in a messy ponytail. Ari looked at the planchette as she speak the words. - Could you please confirm that you're here? - Beetlejuice, as lightly as he could, put his finger on the pink thingie and moved it to YES.

- NAH MAN THAT'S CRAZY NA-AH I'M OUT! - shouted Rei and started to stand up.

- SIT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN PUTA! - shouted Ari back at her sister. - You said amen to this shit, we're gonna go through with it now. - Beetlejuice chuckled as Rei sit back down with the most panicked look on her face that he had ever seen. He tapped the planchette slightly.

- L-E-T-S-A-L-L-G-E-T-N-A-K-E-D. - Ari let out the the biggest laugh Beetlejuice heard yet. She snapped her head back as she squeaked like a degenerated seal while snorting. - OhmygodslashSatan your bursting laugh is so weird, I love it! - said Beetlejuice with a high voice and full on glowing hair.

- You did that. - stated Sofía, looking at Ari seriously.

- No way José! - she still giggled like crazy as she looked back at her oldest sister. - Looks like our presence is just nasty! - Sofía had a very annoyed and slightly angry expression on her face.

- ANYWAY, no, we are not going to do that.

- W-O-R-T-H-A-T-R-Y. - spelled the board. Sofía threw her hands in the air, annoyed out of words to express her feelings. Rei clicked her tongue.

- What happened to the "don't let go of the planchette" rule? - she asked.

- Shut up. - explained Sofía. She put her fingers back on the pink object before she stated the next question. - Are you a spirit guide? - the planchette moved to NO. - Then are you a ghost? - the planchette moved to NO again. Sofía shook her head in a way people do when they don't understood something.

- Did you ever live on Earth as a human? - asked Rei who calmed herself down enough to ask questions.

- B-R-I-E-F-L-Y-V-E-R-Y-B-R-I-E-F-L-Y. - Sof interrupted with her next question. Something really bugged her.

- Okay then WHAT are you?!

- S-E-X-Y - the girls all threw their hands up. They shared a look, all stating "I can't even" with their eyes. Without either of them touching the planchette, it started to move again on its own. - A-L-S-O-D-I-S-L-E-X-I-C. - Rei snorted.

- This bitch is a fuckin comic. - Sof growled in annoyement.

- No I mean what's in your pants? - she asked. Now neither of them was touching the board. And after a couple of seconds, the board answered.

- M-A-G-I-K-A-N-D-M-I-S-C-H-I-F. - Ari facepalmed, Sofía huffed.

- I can't believe that this thing is fuckin with us... - Beetlejuice could literally see the veins on her neck bulging in anger as he spelled HAHAHA out on the board. She slammed her fists on the table. - NO. TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE, SMARTASS!!!

- I-M-Y-O-R-G-U-I-D-E-T-O-T-H-E-O-T-H-E-R-S-I-D-E.

- Kay that's definitely a demon. - she stated with a huge hand gesture.

- Shit we're busted babe. - said Beetlejuice, sounding a tiny bit worried. Ari gulped.

- Why would you think that? - she asked, acting all naive. Sof pointed at the planchette, which was now moving up and down in the air since Beetlejuice was playing catch with it.

- Cause demonic spirits enjoy using deception and being a dick!

- What a keen observation, Sofía! - stated Beetlejuice, talking sarcastically. - That's built into our nature, you know!

- Let's just... - Sofía sighed midsentence. - ...stop.

- No! This is fun! - proclaimed Ari with the biggest puppy eyes. Classic smallest child trick.

- We are unprepared to deal with dark and negative forces that can wreak havoc in our lives!

- Sofía, let's be frank with each other, he already causes a lot of trouble. - Sof huffed. - At least let me ask his name. - said Ari in a sweet voice with a shy smile. - That would be the polite thing to do. - her eldest sister tried to say something but Ari stifled her speech. - Just one question. Then we can stop.

- That was a son of a bitch thing to do, and you know it. Tricking your sister into letting me tell you my name... That's low babes. - said Beetlejuice while folding his hands and shaking his head, floating next to Ari. - I'm so proud.

- UGH FINE! - said Sofía, while throwing her head back. - Little Miss Pushover. - Ari flashed a toothy grin. That was her moment. She already had a plan how'd she persuade her sisters to accept his offer of helping them out a bit and to say the demon's name 3 times. She cleared her throat and breathed out before she stated her question.

- What is your name?

Beetlejuice breathed in in excitement and grabbed the planchette.

- Welp let's hope it's gonna work this way. Here goes nothing. - the planchette started to move. - B-E-E-J-F-Q-J-E-S-U-S-I-C-A-N-T-S-P-E-L-L-S-H-I-T. - Ari sighed and Rei laughed. Come on Bug, don't be an idiot now!, thought Ari. The object started to slide on the board again. - B-E-E-T-L-E-J-U-I-C-E.

- OKAY GOOD NOW WE KNOW IT'S NAME CAN WE STOP PLEASE?!?! - shouted Rei as she reached for the planchette, but Sofía grabbed her hand.

- Wait. - with her other hand, she pointed at Ari. - Ariadné Rodríguez McLoughlin, you are suspicious, girl. Why did you want to know this demon's name so badly? - Fuck., thought Ari. She didn't think this through. She couldn't answer, she opened her mouth but no voice came out. - Demon, have you communicated with anyone from this group before tonight? - Beetlejuice fumbled through his hair.

- I'm sorry babes. But you wouldn't tell them about your superpower any other way. - he said before the planchette moved to YES. Sof looked straight into Ari's eyes. She hated that cold dead stare.

- Tell me who was it!

- A-R-I. - the oldest sister slapped the desk.

- Please I can explain... - said Ari in a shy, almost inaudible voice. Gosh things were not going the way she imagined they'd go.

- BITCH, I WILL SLAP YOU! - shouted Sofía, clapping after every word.

- Excuse me but... - cut in Rei. She mimicked a closing mouth with her hand. - ...tone! Let the girl speak for herself! - she turned to her sister. - So how long have you been talking with the dead, bitch? - Ari sighed, rolled her eyes then started to talk with very heavy hand movements.

- Let me state that I can only hear him, I've never seen him but we've been talking for weeks now and he's so awesome and funny! I mean he's actually a really nice guy to talk to!

- Ohmygod he's that special someone who's been making you feel better!!! - realized Rei who just slapped her forehead. Beetlejuice was floating beside Ari, giggling to himself. The whole situation was so comical.

- Yeah, we're buddies.

- FOR LYFE YO! - screamed Beetlejuice into Ari's ear.

- Why did I teach you how to use yo, seriously, this is getting out of hand... - she asked the thin air, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She was starting to get a headache.

- Wait you can hear him now? - asked Sofía with a jaw dropped.

- I can hear him all the time when he's near me... So yeah during every minute of the day, kinda. - she stopped for a sec. - You don't think I'm crazy, right?

- I mean we all saw what happened during the seance so nah fam, you good. Weird but good. Gee my sister is a comic book character! - proclaimed Rei excitedly. She even clapped.

- And what does he want? - asked Sofía. She calmed down a bit but her eyes were full of anger.

- Right now, and I quote him singing: "🎶I'm on the bench, but coach, just put me in the game! All you gotta do is say my name. Three times in a row it must be spoken, unbroken.🎶" - she mimicked Beetlejuice as good as she could, she even tried to do his voice. She looked at Rei, who almost had questionmarks for eyes. - Yes, he sounds like that all the time. Like he swallowed a cheesegrater, I know. - Rei nodded understandingly. Sof held her head.

- So he wants to be summoned. - she looked deep into Ari's eyes. She looked so serious. - You know we're not gonna do that, right?

- Why?! He promised he'd help us then just go away! - Sof shook her head but Ari continued. She sounded kinda desperate. - Just imagine, he could actually help us get revenge on our father for being such a prick with our moms! Just let me...

- No. - she stated. - In the Council of Sisters I vote no. - she looked at Rei. - Your vote now.

- Look I... - she sighed and looked at Ari whose eyes were now getting teary. She didn't want to tell her sisters how much she wanted to summon Beetlejuice, not because of his promise, but because how much she liked his company. She didn't have a friend like him in, why would I lie, ever, and she secretly craved his presence in her life. There was finally someone who totally accepted her as how she was, and now her sisters were robbing her of the opportunity of meeting him. - There are always a million reasons not to do something. - Ari covered her mouth with her right palm.

- No, not you, I thought you...

- Girl, we've been swimming with piranhas, we don't need a shark!

Beetlejuice was silent... until this point. He knew how arguments worked. How bloodyminded people were once they decided on something. His hair slowly turned from green to a purplish redish tone. His anger was building up and now it busted.

- And I thought you were special... Not like any other breather. - he spit between his teeth. Ari looked at his direction and shushed her sisters.

- Bug, what do you...

- YOU PROMISED YOU'D SUMMON ME! - screamed Beetlejuice. - YOU PROMISED BUT YOU WON'T! AND I TRUSTED YOU! - Ari stood up and stepped in his direction. She tried to sound calm but Beetlejuice's voice was so angry and frightening...

- Beetlejuice, I will, somehow, just...

- NO YOU WON'T! YOU'RE A LYING BITCH LIKE ANY OTHER HUMAN ON THIS GODDAMN PLANET! - he started to run while cussing at Ari. The girl ran after him, followed by her sisters. As soon as he got to the attic door, which the girls were unable to pry open, he floated through the door and laid head back to it. - I HATE YOU!

- You know that you don't and that that was uncalled for. - Ari sighed while trying to get the door to open. Rei asked if she needed an axe but she refused. - Please, this is hard enough as it is!

- Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. - answered Beetlejuice in an annoyed way. - I just tend to get a little upset WHEN PEOPLE RUIN MY LIFE! - tears started to run down his cheeks. - FUCK YOU, GET LOST! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!

Beetlejuice heard that Ari stopped trying to open up the door. She sighed and put her hand on the hard wood.

- I'll talk to them. And I'll keep my promise. - her steps faded and as they did, Beetlejuice's hair turned fully dark purple as he started crying. He really trusted her... And he did get that she'd want her sisters to know that she'll summon a demon at their home but why would she betray him like that still? He sniffled to himself as he summoned a sockpuppet.

- 🎶You could use a buddy... Don't you want a pal?🎶 Yes I do! - he put his head on his knees, sniffling hard. - ...yes I do...

#alex brightman #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice oc #beetlejuice the musical #fanfiction #fanfic #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #musical!beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway

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loudlypanickinginvenezolano · 4 years ago

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[WIP] Dolled up. (I think.) Half of first chapter.

TW: Violence (They are figthing.) Dealing with injuries. Wounds. Blood. No medical experience so, all of this could be very well absolutely wrong and very worthy of cringe. Mention of death. Body horror? I think? There is a very ugly looking monster. And I wrote how I imagined them to look, so...

The blackened earth was smoking, the greyish thing going high to the darkened sky. Rubble was everywhere, disaster and chaos claiming what once seemed to be a very calm forest. Animals carcass lithered the burned ground, and Shadow worried for a while that maybe there wasn’t going to be anything growing in a very long time, and seeing how far the damage extended, it really was concerning.

Or, maybe not.

Strange things happening in Mobius was something Shadow was becoming used to. Things that should not happen were the normal here. People, Mobians and Humans for equal, had learned to stop questioning the around.

If it wasn’t something dangerous, then let it be.

He still hadn’t get the hang of it. But.

Well.

He gazed softly at the half burned bunnies and half dead squirrels (and that one bear.) praying softly in a low voice for them and the destroyed natural bunch of flowers and grass that were...well, everywhere. The smell of burning wood and fallen trees marked the path for him to walk, were the fight sounds have already subsided. Looking over himself, and deciding that he wasn’t that bad as if for not being able to continue, he quickly stood up, shaking softly as he ran to get rid of annoying dirt, fallen quills, hairs, rocks, and well, dried (And not so dried.) blood.

He just hoped he wasn’t going to find bugs crawling on him later on.

What remained of the big bio mechanical beast he and his companion had been battling was on the ground. All three of them had fallen at great heights, a stronger that he expected punch with long claws making him slip and fall before they stopped. It had hurt, a lot, more because they had been battling for quite the while, and he got the hit directly in already bruised areas. He had been dizzy, and unable to stand up or answer Sonic scream asking if he was okay.

There may be a few broken bones or strained, sprained muscles. A few burned patches, no doubt. Scratch’s, cuts, and bruises that were going to get swollen and hurt like a bitch.

He didn’t think there was internal bleeding? But maybe it was too soon to say?

Sticks broke under his skates, flowers and thick logs that have been throw around as spectators of the battle. The beast laid unmoving, debris all around. He could see a destroyed house not very far, an un-salvable fence and what could be a garden. He could hear some animals screaming near, and the desperate chirping of new baby birds whose parents had fled during the altercate.

Feeling guilty, he made a mental note to try and search for them, see who could be saved and what needed to be put out of its misery.

— Shadow! — He heard Sonic screech, and quickly wiped around, trying to find from where the blue menace was screaming. He didn`t find him, but he, however, was found indeed.

Just that not by a very tired looking blue cute hedgehog, but by a miserable looking thing that tried to call itself a cyborg. The beast, no doubt an hybrid made in an experimental laboratory seemed to have lost itself in pain, and its feral stare cut sharply to unfocused hazy red eyes.

Fuck.

He dodged the attack with a pant, his body complaining at the every move. It seemed it had finally snapped, as it didn’t mind anymore the pain it felt. It barely growled at him when with a good punch, he managed to take off one of its various mechanical arms.

There was nothing under it, and the view evidently made Shadow feel very uneasy and uncomfortable, because at least there, there should be something. Uneasy enough to make him falter just a bit, and almost get his nose bitten. He got it licked, though.

Was he being mocked?

Was he a joke to Cyborg-thingy?

Falling down hard on his already hurting tail, he barely reacted in time to block its big maw with his skates, clawed hands digging on the soil beneath him as if to not get pushed around. He flexioned, bringing his knees to his chest in the most unexpected moment, making it lose balance for a second.

The second he needed to yank and make it fall forward hard, almost flying over his head.

Shadow felt like screaming, the agony on his body and that twist he did that pulled hard on already sensitive muscles was a lot to deal with, more with his old, still healing, wounds. He lifted his head from the ground, trying to look out for Sonic, wondering where the fuck was his ally. He found him battling with those annoying smoll winged beasts a good few meters apart from where he was, smile all but gone and seriously attacking those bitches.

He made a face, because Shadow barely could fight them without getting nightmares or feeling shivers running down his spine, not that, well, anyone knew. Those things creeped him out. Like. Really. Maybe it was how crazy their eyes looked? How...red? The scars and metal plates peppered over their bodies? The scary looking stiches on mismatched skin? The dark-feeling chaos energy they had?

His stomach lurched just thinking about them.

— Disgusting. — He muttered. They really made him nervous and tense.

"When something was so annoying, it was almost pleasant seeing them disappear or die." It just...He couldn’t get that feeling completely when battling them. Even so.

Erm.

Mh, Wasn`t Sonic being a tad too much on them? He seemed almost...angry?

Maybe he should follow his example. He just needed...5 more seconds. You know. Catch his breath. Swallow back his liver. Pray it goes to where it belong.

Cry?

The usual.

A loud creaking noise made him open his eyes abruptly, and he looked back at his own beast.

Did this dude didn’t know when to give up?

Or how to die?

He rolled out of the way, avoiding a tree being send flying his way. It crashed, hard, close the chaotic house.

Shadow could barely spare it a thought, though. Not when it sprinted towards Sonic, apparently deciding that Shadow was too much of a rough cookie and needed to try his luck somewhere else.

— Nope! — He muttered, standing up as well with a big effort. — Idiot! Wa-Watch out! — He screamed to his distracted rival. Or tried to. He could barely talk. He was becoming dizzy once again.

This was. Concerning. Had he got his head--? Forget it. Of course he did.

Skating the distance between them, he outran the beast, breathing hard, and started trying to attack it, or distract it. He stabbed, punched, pulled, heck, even gave a bite, but the thing ignored him, as if Shadow were nothing but a mere bug. Sonic had long noticed them, but the flying things didn’t left him a chance to go away. They clipped his skin, and avoided his spins. Didn’t reacted to his quills, and clawed at him, don’t letting him leave.

They were so many, it almost looked like a private tornado. Every time Sonic got one down, two more would pop out of nowhere and take its place. They were flying around him, circling, going high and then diving in attack. In made it hard to see Sonic.

Clinging hard to a bit of fur, Shadow managed to climb it. It started to pay him more attention, but didn’t change his direction, adamant in attacking Sonic. Unsteadily, he made his way and managed to make a deep cut on its neck. Digging his claws, he tried to break it. Make it quickly, and stop its pain.

Just end it. Give it peace.

The beast let out a big roar, and his shaking almost threw him at the ground before honestly scared green eyes. A few flying things started to attack him, making it harder to stay put. He really didn’t know if the blood he was seeing mating the beast fur was his, its, or from them.

Because he was kicking their asses as well, yes sir.

He squeezed harder, and the beast tripped and twisted with a yowl. Shadow had to jump before he got crushed beneath it, tackling Sonic on his way, as well, getting both of them out of the way of the beast by rolling on the ground…and well… rocks and branches.

One word.

Ouch.

No good. Really.

No good.

The winged ones flew all around them, in a very messy and menacing mayhem. A lot of them were surrounding The beast, clinging and... Were they taking off with it?

Their wings were beating them, flashes of green, brown, red, metal grey and blue all around. Even the sky above was darkened because of them. They clipped Sonic hands, arms, face, Shadows ears, back. Their screeching was disorienting, painful on sensitive hedgehog hearing.

This time it was Shadow who got pushed to the ground, his whines of agony washed out for all the noise, Sonic rolling them out of the way of a big, big, Winged One. He got a nasty cut (With a sting powerful enough to steal a high yelp of pain) on his side thanks to it, and a push forceful enough to throw him off Shadow and make them roll a bit. Two of them flew way to low, making both of them duck their heads and, in consequence, leaving them unable to see the next attack before too late.

Sharp claws pierced the skin on Shadow back, making him actually scream thanks to the excruciating pain and scaring the ever loving shit out of Sonic, who immediately reached out. Shadow clung to Sonic arms when his body was lifted from the ground. Sonic yelped as well, panic flowing through his body and mind as his upper part was lifted too and couldn’t find purchase with his shoes for 2 petrifying seconds. They weren’t taking Shadow from him.

They couldn’t.

Sonic refused. ___ Hi? Im sorry if this seems like too much, but im proud of how this is coming out, so ! Yes. I just dont know if I should publish only Tumblr.

#that thing about people deciding in writing during quarantine? Yes. Basically #quarantine fic #Sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #Sonadow #Just not yet #Sonic is actually pining hard #Tropes #anger born out of worry #my writing

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papergardener · 4 years ago

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Futurama Fanfic: Paths

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family Characters: Turanga Leela, Philip J Fry, Leela’s Parents Summary: In which Leela has a vision of what if everything went wrong when she first meets her parents. Based on the episode 'Leela's Homeworld.'

“Hey, Leela?” She turned to see Fry had followed her. It was much quieter once the door shuttered behind him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Uh huh,” Fry said, nodding. “Cause of earlier? That dumb alien thing?”

Leela shrugged, and then looked more closely at Fry, and realized this was an odd hour for him to be watching underground robot fighting, even with Bender’s bad influence. There were shadows under his eyes. “Want to walk with me?”

Paths (Ao3 Link)

She still remembered the sharp recoil of the gun as it fired, could still smell the staticky ozone, and absently flexed her hand against the ship’s wheel.

It had felt so real.

How she had murdered her parents...

Apparently they had seen visions or dreams or something, all because of some weird alien drug, because of course it was some weird alien drug. When Bender had swindled some sweet-tasting gummies, they hadn’t realized it had been a hallucinogen until Fry was practically in a coma. Nor did they realize that Bender had stolen it from a powerful space cartel who had then captured their ship. They had escaped all that with only minor cuts and some slashed wiring that spat out sparks from time to time, but they’d deal with it later.

That didn’t concern Leela as much as what she’d seen.

The alien—in between yelling at them and threatening them with a flesh-eating slime (trademark pending)—had said something about the drug’s effects, how it took a moment from their past and… something or other. Her translation wasn’t the best, but she got the jist of it. Whatever it was, it wasn’t real, and that’s what mattered. Leela didn’t need to know all the details, she just needed to know how to fly the ship.

Which she was doing.

Well enough.

“I think we’ve still got an asteroid lodged under the wing-thingie,” Fry said, his face pressed against the glass on the far side.

Leela jerked the wheel sharply right, throwing the ship sideways, rocking it back and forth before she felt something shift, the wheel shuddering under her hands. She leveled out again to the sound of creaking and loud groans from everyone not belted in—everyone being Fry and Bender, which was plenty enough.

“Better?”

“Uhh…” Fry drunkenly stumbled over and smushed his face against the glass again. “Yep. All clear!”

“Good.” Leela didn’t look over as Fry slumped into the copilot’s seat beside her. “I just want to get back and pretend this never happened.” She paused. “Except on the incident report.”

“Yeah, I feel ya,” Fry said, pinching his eyes in a way that couldn’t be good for his optical nerves. “Man, I’ve got such a headache from that stupid thing. That was worse than the time I ate a tray of pot brownies in high school.”

Leela gave him a quick glance over. Fry certainly looked tired, but overall fine. Except for some scratches, that is, but he deserved at least half of them.

It wasn’t surprising he had been affected more: Fry had been under the drug’s influence for almost an hour, while she had—thankfully—only seemed to last a few minutes before fighting it off. Maybe it was her own horror that snapped her out of it, when she realized she had murdered her parents in cold blood.

“So what did you meatbags see?” Bender said, stomping over and throwing himself into a chair, not pausing as he pulled out a beer bottle from his chest cavity.

Fry pressed harder between his eyes before letting go, letting his hand drop off the edge of the seat. “Ya know… stuff,” he said, frowning at the dark expanse before them, darkness interwoven with a billion stars and planets. “Just a bunch of dumb, boring stuff.”

“Same,” Leela said. Her eye itched as if she’d been crying, which she hadn’t been. It had been an illusion, that was all.

Except it had felt real, and that was the terrifying part. A tucked-away part of her was desperate to get back and check that her mom and dad were fine. But she didn’t do more than push the old ship a little harder than usual, keeping on a steady course for home.

Even so, it was several hours before they approached the familiar blue marble, with the sun at their backs and late at night—at least according to the standardized earth clock on the ship. Leela wasn’t alone as they rounded the curvature of the earth; Fry was with her, and together they watched the sun set in a blaze of orange light casting long, long shadows over the clouds.

Soon the ship settled into it’s docking port with the usual hiss and groan, before falling quiet once more, all except for the hum of the engines and soft ticking of the navigational instruments. They didn’t talk much, and it was quiet still as they plodded out the gangway with yawns and long overhead stretches, already well past midnight. Maybe in the morning she would go check on them—she was overdue for a visit, anyway.

They were fine. Of course they were.

Her fingers twitched as she remembered the warmth of the gun in her hand.

She didn’t bother going to her own apartment, but settled into one of the spare rooms of Planet Express for just such a purpose, with little more than a bed and a hamper in the corner for anything radioactive. For hours, perhaps, she lay sprawled on top of the grubby sheets and couldn’t slpee. She stared at the dark part of the ceiling, or the bar of light from the street, or the gray pulsing inside of her eyelid. Sleep wouldn’t come. Her mind wouldn’t let up that damn vision, like an awful commercial jingle that wouldn’t shut up. It so easily could have happened, that was the worst part. The difference was only a fraction of time. If she had fired five second earlier, a couple seconds earlier… if Fry hadn’t crashed through the ceiling and distracted her…

She could still picture it, standing in that dark, foul room, both hands holding her gun steady as it clicked, clicked, clicked, charging. Her parents, hooded and bowed, standing before her, waiting for their execution at the hands of their own daughter.

I’ll kill you!

She had meant it.

That… would be best.

They had meant that, too.

Again, the gun fired. The bodies crumbled with hardly a sound, just a heavy fall against the hard floor.

This time, there was blood.

Leela jerked up, gasping and staring about the room. With a shaking hand she brushed her cheek, slightly damp. She held it to the little light coming in from the window, and it wasn’t blood.

For some moments she pressed her head tight between her hands, shutting her eye and forcing herself to breathe. But it couldn’t get rid of the afterimage burned into the back of her eyelid. She could still feel the blood as it hit her face, warm and coppery against her lips.

“Dammit,” she muttered, swinging her feet off the bed and throwing on her boots.

Sleep wasn’t happening that night.

By force of habit she slipped on the metal cuff as she headed out, and then paused. She snapped it open again, exposing her forearm, and watched the little metal bracelet shift, the same one she had worn since she was a baby, identical to her mother’s. She snapped the cuff closed again and rubbed her face, hard.

Maybe she should go check on them. Just a casual, totally normal visit at… she squinted at the bedside clock. 1:42 in the morning. Hm. Or maybe she should be rational and wait until morning. She could even bring coffee and donuts. They’d like that.

Still, she wasn’t going to sleep that night. With every intention of slipping out unnoticed, she walked into the rec room of Planet Express to see Fry and Bender shouting at the TV, which seemed to be shouting right back.

“And Slammerbot slams right onto The Underslammer, what a move! What’s this? The Underslammer saw it coming?! And he’s back on his feet—“

“You two are up late,” Leela said, making Fry shriek in surprise.

“Only for your dumb human biology,” Bender said, tossing an empty beer bottle on the floor and missing the trash by a body’s length. Leela watched it roll and tap against the table.

“I thought you’d be back at your apartment by now,” Leela said, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms and trying not to yawn.

“Eh, too far,” Fry said, tilting his head back all the way to better see her. “Surprised you’re here.” Then he looked around the little room, the bright lights the same whether day or night. “Man, what time is it?”

“Late,” Leela said simply, before her voice was drowned out by the TV crowds screaming, and Bender screaming as he jumped to his feet, swearing like he’d taken up a job as a personal manager with the most insulting, unhelpful encouragement imaginable. Fry had also jumped to his feet on impulse, but was too confused to do more than give a half-hearted yell and squint at the screen.

Leela looked between the television and the screaming idiots, and pursed her lips. A distraction might be nice, but this wasn’t it. Leaving them to it, she headed out towards the side-door, the hall light slowly flickering on around her as she made her way. Almost immediately the early thoughts and images resurfaced, leaving her cold and jittery. Maybe underground robot wrestling would be better than being alone.

“Hey, Leela?” She turned to see Fry had followed her. It was much quieter once the door shuttered behind him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Uh huh,” Fry said, nodding. “Cause of earlier? That dumb alien thing?”

The night was unremarkably nice, the streets deserted and most of the shop lights dimmed or off. Leela shoved her hands in her pockets against the chill, glad to have at least remembered her jacket. Fry kicked at bits of trash, and pointed out a scurrying rat on the opposite street. It was hard to see, but it seemed to have an extra eye and faintly glowed. Likely from the sewers

Like her parents.

Leela shrunk into her jacket collar and shoved her hands deeper, balling them into fists.

“I think I’m going to go see my parents,” she said suddenly.

“Yeah?” Fry said, and then looked up at the dark sky. “What, like now?”

“Maybe.”

Fry made a little sound like a shrug and then fell quiet, oddly so.

The late hours of night affected people differently, and it didn’t always fall to moderation. Some nights, Leela would stay up with the others, drinking and talking and laughing over the dumbest, un-funniest shit. Once they had played truth or dare like teenagers, knocking back shots and smashing beer cans, talking about sexual mishaps and drug-induced disasters. Those nights were good, and they inevitably happened in those late, late hours when they were drunk on exhaustion as much as booze.

Other nights? They might fall like this: quiet and dark, when one could speak of things they couldn’t say in daylight. A time for murmured secrets and soft-shelled vulnerability.

“I saw my parents earlier, actually,” Fry said, frowning and kicking a soda can. It clattered a few feet ahead, and he kicked it again. “Dumb alien drugs.”

Whichever way the night fell, it seemed as arbitrary as the toss of a coin.

“I don’t get exactly what happened to us, but I know what I... it was…” He made a tangled noise in his throat and shrugged, looking and sounding younger than usual. That alone shouldn’t have been so strange, since he was often childish and immature, but this was different. “I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

“I was back home,” he said, his face pinching tight. Home. To him, it meant the year 2000, in the city of Old New York before it became Old. There was something melancholy about him calling that place home. “Everything was the same but instead of staying in the lab when I realized the pizza order was a prank, I left. I went home.” He looked up, seeing the world of his future, and perhaps seeing well beyond it. “Like none of this would ever happen.”

“Oh.”

Leela considered that, following his gaze upwards, unseeing.

A flip of the coin, was that it? A glimpse down a path not taken?

“Yeah. I showed up at my house and they were all celebrating without me. Like they didn’t notice I was gone.” He pulled his chin lower to his chest, frowning. “It was like they’d already forgotten me. I guess... why wouldn’t they. I was just the screw up.”

Leela stared at him as they walked, her own chest feeling tight and strange.

Fry continued in a lower voice, talking as if it might be his only chance to say these words. Almost desperate. “You know, after I got here, I’d sometimes wonder how long it took anyone to notice that I was gone. If they ever did notice. Or, like, if they ever cared.”

“Fry…”

He gave a shaky grin at the sound of her voice, his look painfully, falsely optimistic. “Yeah, that’s dumb. I bet they missed me. I mean, I was their son. Yancy was my brother. They probably did. Eventually. But just… that dumb alien drug made me realize… I think I was alone even before I lost everyone. Now they’re gone, and they’re all dead and I’m not and it’s…” He trailed off, brows pinched. There didn’t seem to be a word for whatever he was feeling.

Leela reached over and hooked her arm around Fry’s shoulders, pulling him close and not losing step.

Fry gave a nervous laugh and tried to pull away, several times almost saying something but the words stuttered and started and lead nowhere. Then he stopped trying, his shoulders tightened and then fell and he moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and grabbing a fistful of her jacket. He bowed his head, and she kept them steady, their footsteps keeping time when nothing else seemed to.

“Your family missed you,” Leela said. “You know they did.”

“Yeah.” He leaned in closer, his fist pulling harder. His voice was almost steady. “Yeah. I know.”

Fry had always been childish, it was one of the most annoying, frustrating parts about him. This was childish too, but Leela didn’t mind it. It was a different kind than his usual idiocy. Instead, this was the thoughts and fears of a child that lingered on and on, always in the back on one’s mind, the kind that would seem to vanish with maturity and then snap up and make one feel young and stupid and desperate to be loved.

Leela had a bit of that child in her, too.

Linked tight, they walked on through the half-lit world, a wash of gray metal and concrete in patches of light and shadow. In theory, time moved forward, and the stars continued to move overhead, but it felt as much an illusion as any other, like they were the only ones alive and awake on the entire earth.

A taxi zoomed by ahead of them, breaking that thought and leaving an afterglow of headlights, but then it was gone and the silence and stillness returned. Leela thought she wouldn’t mind if time did stop, just for a little while.

They came to the edge of a park, ignoring the hooker bots and avoiding the designated drug spot, lit in ugly, flickering neon like an enticing bug zapper. There was a quiet edge along the grass with cold metal benches that they leaned against, slick from the early morning dew and a thin mist that swept past in tendrils. Once, Leela swiped her palm against her forehead, brushing back her damp bangs and imagined smearing blood. When she pulled away her hand was clean, if sweaty, and she rubbed it against the corner of her jacket.

It was an ugly reminder of her own nightmares, and a reminder that Fry had been part of them. It was his reaction that had helped break what power the drug had on her. The sight of his horrified face when he saw what she had done, how he had staggered and stuttered, knowing he was too late.

Don’t do it, Leela! You can’t… you … oh my god… Leela, what did you do?

“I never did thank you for before,” Leela said, making Fry perk up and make a little noise like a confused dog. “For what you did for me back when you stopped me from... when I almost killed my parents.”

“Oh.” He went quiet for a moment, pondering that. “Is that what you dreamed about? That dumb drug thing?”

She shrugged, rolling her ankle on the ground and not looking up. “Back then, if it hadn’t been for you…”

It damn well terrified her, how easily it could have all gone wrong.

“I don’t think you would have fired, if it helps any,” Fry said, with more confidence in her than she had herself.

It had felt so easy to pull the trigger, so Leela wasn’t too sure about that, but it was comforting regardless. Maybe he had a point. They had been unarmed. Even with how angry she was, would she really have murdered two people in cold blood?

“Maybe,” she muttered. She felt slightly drunk. Or perhaps it was merely exhaustion. She wished she was drunk, it’d at least give her an excuse.

“It’s still weird, you know? Having them,” she said, waving a hand towards nothing. “Having real, actual parents. After all my life thinking I was an orphan, or an alien, and now they’re just there.” She scraped her foot against the concrete, a flash of anger she couldn’t direct. “They’ve always been there , and it’s so—“

She stopped, overwhelmed and stupidly emotional and unsure. Night did that, sometimes. It made things go all stupid and reflective.

Before she could give voice to those thoughts, Fry knocked his shoulder into hers, almost shoving her off the slippery benchback. “Hey.” He grinned. “Whatever happened, I’m glad you found your parents.”

She closed her eye and focused on that. It sounded so nice. She had found them, and things had turned out well, hadn’t they? Amazing, actually. Her parents were alive and they loved her, and wanted her. She had found her parents.

“Yeah,” she said, her emotions tangling. “Me too.”

I’m sorry you lost yours, she thought, taking his hand. It was warm and stiff from being held in a fist, and gooey with sweat.

They were sweaty, tired, lonely messes, the both of them, on opposite ends of a shitty pendulum.

For a time after they were quiet, staring up at the dark sky, a deep black not yet tinged with the gray of pre-dawn. Then, together, they walked back to the Planet Express, stopping in the middle of the empty road at the maintenance hole just outside it, her usual entrance. Fry opened it, pulling it back before reaching out a hand with a smile. With gentlemanly grace he handed her down into the sewers.

Just before she was almost fully under, Leela paused, her hand stilling on the cold metal rung. Looking up, Fry’s orange hair was outlined by the glow of neon lights. He had saved her, and that time it had gone right. Tomorrow he’d almost certainly be back to his usual idiot self, but this had been a good night. She’d remember it.

“Thanks, Fry.”

“Good night, Leela.”

He waited, watching her until she was a good way down before closing the heavy circular lid above her. It took a moment for her eyes to settle, but it was actually easier to see underground, the toxic lake casting everything in a green, radioactive glow that made descending the metal ladder easier, and then the woven rope ladder after that.

Even though the world wasn’t tied to the rising and falling of the sun, it still had that chilled, calm air of night. Leela knocked against the rotting door jamb, and listened as the muffled voices came closer before the door creaked open a moment.

“Leela!” her mother cried, opening it wide, her father right over her shoulder. “It’s so late. What are you doing here?”

“Are you in trouble?” her father asked worriedly, stepping out and looking up and down the dark, deserted pathway.

“No, I’m fine.” Leela rubbed her arm. This was starting to seem foolish. “I, uh, just… wanted to see you. That’s all.”

“Oh.” Her mom blinked at her. “That’s… sweet of you. But you’re sure you’re okay?”

“Maybe all our clocks are just broken,” her dad said, squinting across the room. “I thought it was after 3am.”

“It is,” Leela said, rocking back on her heels a bit. The idea had been to come and talk with them, but that was seeming too much at the moment. Exhaustion was catching up quick, it was late, and her thoughts and feelings were still jumbled.

“Can I stay here for the night?”

Her parents shared a look, speaking with their eyebrows more than anything. Was it worry? Embarrassment?

“Here? Are you sure? You’d be more comfortable in your own place,” her mom said, gesturing a tentacle vaguely upwards, to the surface. Where Leela didn’t belong and yet she did now, because of her parents’ sacrifice.

“And it’d be cleaner,” her dad added.

“I don’t care,” she said in a stronger voice. “I’ll sleep on the floor if I have to.”

Luckily she didn’t have to sleep on the floor. Her parents easily conceded—it seemed there was nothing they would say no to—and set about finding extra sheets and pillows, leading her to a couch against the wall. It was new, they said, torn somewhere between pride and shame.

It was new to them, anyway. The faux leather was shiny from overuse in parts, claw marks showed the off-white insides, and it reeked of dog, but it was better than the floor.

“Are you sure you’ll be all right,” her mom asked, fussing over her and adjusting the threadbare pillow under her head, shoved up against the armrest and also reeking of dog. Leela was only half sure they didn’t actually have a dog.

“I’m fine. This is… nice.” Leela kept the old blanket tucked under her arm, gripping it in both hands, feeling slightly delirious. It was so far from nice, and a far cry from her own clean, comfortable bedroom, but the anxiety curdling in her gut had turned down to a manageable simmer. She pressed her socked foot against the far armrest, faintly testing, and then let it hang over the too-short couch and breathed in the smell of wet dog and sewage. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“If you need anything, we’ll be just in the next room. You come get us for anything,” her dad said, touching her shoulder. There was a moment’s hesitation as her mom and dad looked at each other before slowly stepping away. This was new to all of them.

“Well… good night,” her mom said, lingering as they both moved towards their own bedroom, keeping her eyes on Leela before leaving with another shared glance.

That pulled at something, and it cried out in Leela’s chest, and surged up her throat and escaped past her lips.

“Wait!” she said, sitting up.

Her parents looked back, but she couldn’t even pull forth the words. She didn’t even know what she wanted to say, or what she wanted, except that she wanted them. Her parents who gave her up for a better life, who would sacrifice everything—their own lives—for her happiness. She loved them, and yet the words stuck.

It was too much to think about, or talk about, but her parents understood anyway. Smiling, they returned.

“Good night, Leela,” her mom whispered, kissing her cheek.

“We love you,” her dad said, also bending and kissing her as well.

“I love you, too,” she said softly, like a breath held too long.

Her dad stroked her hair, and it felt oddly familiar though she couldn’t recall anyone ever doing it to her. It was nice. “You’d best get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll talk more in the morning if you like.”

“You can tell me what your favorite breakfast is,” her mom said in a throaty voice, almost in tears and covering her face with one tentacle.

Leela watched them go, the door closed but not shut, and she took comfort at that.

It was quiet and dark, all except for a glow-in-the-dark nose her mother had placed on the little table in the corner, like a nightlight.

#Futurama #Leela #Turanga Leela #Leela's Homeworld #fanfiction #my writing #I wrote this instead of working on my other WIPs #shocked I actually finished it #this was such a powerful episode #I love her relationship with her parents and how much they love her #Fry is here too #more than I expected #it was a fun change of pace from my other stuff #writing for a dead fandom #nice

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ckret2 · 5 years ago

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The 18th Most Horrible X-Mas Ever

Hey have an Invader Zim fanfic, merry Christmas.

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The warning sirens wailed first, followed shortly by the announcement broadcast to every corner of the city: “YOU BETTER WATCH OUT... YOU BETTER WATCH OUT... YOU BETTER WATCH OUT...”

Most buildings stood dark and streets lay empty. Almost everyone had already evacuated to the underground bunkers except for a few desperate last-minute holiday shoppers, packed into the few open malls and big box stores, snatching gifts off shelves in a haze of terror and frantic holiday cheer.

As the sirens cut through the store speakers’ Christmas pop songs, shoppers scrambled over each other to escape and terrified retail employees crouched behind their cash registers to avoid the customers’ wrath. The stragglers smuggled their gifts under their clothes and watched the skies fearfully as they ran to the nearest bunker entrances.

But it wasn’t until a jolly red light began flashing on the cold gray horizon that the hangars around the edge of the city began opening to unleash the mecha.

“I want you to know I hate y—mpgh!” Dib’s face got shoved into the side of the Krampus 3000 as Zim scrambled on Pak legs over him to get into the mecha’s access hatch first. Dib rubbed his jaw, then scrambled up the built-in ladder twice as fast. “I really, really hate you, Zim!”

“Yes, yes of course you do!” Zim’s voice echoed from somewhere deep inside the mecha’s head. He was probably already making his way to the gunner seat in the chest. “You only remind me EVERY YEAR.”

“And it gets MORE TRUE every year!” Dib slammed the hatch shut and dropped heavily into the pilot’s seat, flipping the switches to power up his station. By the time the hologram display popped up showing Zim in the gunner seat, he’d already removed his human disguise and was plugging himself into the heavily-customized weapon instrument panel via the cybernetic implants he’d added to his temples. Dib pointed accusatorially at hologram Zim, “We should have been booted up and ready to launch long before the sirens started! If you hadn’t delayed us because you wanted to finish whatever stupid pet project you’re working on now—!”

“The time for bickering is over, human!” Zim snapped. “Reports out of Japan said that the Santa is seventy percent larger than we anticipated this year, and he’ll have only gained mass as he swept west. We’ve got to prepare for a worst case scenario.”

Dib groaned, his forehead thunking down on the Krampus 3000′s pilot controls. “Dad promised we’d have exterminated Santa in five years. I’m almost thirty. Why am I still fighting Santa. Why is this my life.”

“Why are you asking me?!” Zim demanded. “It’s your planet’s stupid EvilSanta Loving Federation that sabotaged your paternal unit’s plan!”

“I hate the E.L.F.,” Dib mumbled into the controls. “But not as much as I hate you.”

“Head up, Dib-filth. I need you focused on not being too stupid a pilot for me to demonstrate Krampus 3000′s full potential with the weapons system.”

Dib raised his head, glowering at hologram Zim. “I’m a great pilot.”

“Hah! Sure you are.”

“I swear, Zim, if you weren’t the best gunner available...”

Smugly, Zim said, “If I wasn’t, Santa would have flattened your planet by now.”

Dib grumbled a reluctant acknowledgment.

The massive screens around Dib booted up, ran through a quick diagnostics, and then switched to showing the hangar around them and the opening doors. The red flashing on the horizon illuminated half the sky. The jingling of millions of sleigh bells crackled like thunder. Dib shivered in fear.

There was a beep as a second hologram opened up, a transmission from the ground commander to the mecha units. “All right, it’s T-minus two minutes until the vanguard of Santa’s troops is expected to hit the city. It’s gonna be bigger than we anticipated, but I’ve trained you for this. Remember your training! If any one of you acts like a newb out there and I’m forced to remotely assume control of your unit, you will be paying for your incompetence until next Christmas. Dib?!”

Dib flinched down in his seat. “Yes, commander?”

Gaz pointed directly at him. “Do. Not. Disappoint. Me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay. Remember, troops! Santa might step on you, but I can make it hurt so much more personally. Make me proud! Gingerbread cookies when you get back.”

There were weak cheers from the other pilots and gunners. As the boot up sequence completed and Dib directed the Krampus 3000 to take the first lumbering steps out of the hangar, he heard Zim mutter, “Oh, Gir loves when I bring those thingies home.”

“Now go kick his jolly red butt!” Gaz’s transmission closed.

"Okay, what's out strategy?" Dib asked.

"Same as last year! Head for Rudolph!" Its massive antlers, a twisted bramble of steel girders, were just visible over the horizon. “I still want back that big red power core the E.L.F. stole from me.”

If they brought down Rudolph, they’d be the heroes of the year—and make up for last year’s devastating blunder. Dib punched the controls forward and the Krampus 3000 charge ahead of the others, heading for the source of the ominous red glow. “Okay, fine, but this time no severing the reins connecting Rudolph to the others! You remember what happened last year?”

Zim shuddered. “Hey, cutting the power cables from Rudolph’s power core to the other eight mecha-moose was a great strategy! How was I supposed to know it would make Rudolph nine times stronger?”

“They’re robo-reindeer, Zim. Reindeer.”

“Oh, whatever!”

Rudolph apparently recognized them. As soon as his mechanical, white, dead eyes locked on the Krampus 3000, he let out a ground-shaking bellow and charged forward, dragging the other eight reindeer along with him. Dib grabbed for his antlers to keep him from snapping at their mecha’s face while Zim unloaded a barrage of plasma missiles into Rudolph’s chest.

“Get the thing!” Zim shrieked.

“The what?!” Dib leaned back in his seat as Rudolph’s titanium teeth snapped seemingly inches from his face. No doubt he was just a few feet from Krampus’s nose.

“The thing! The thing! It’s right in front of you! The glowy!”

“Rudolph’s nose?!”

“YES!”

“If I let go of his antlers he’ll eat me!”

“So?! The Gaz can take control from you!”

“Do you really want her judging your shooting while she pilots?!”

“... Ehh...”

Dib managed to twist Rudolph’s head sideways hard enough to make him stumble off balance and got him in a headlock. “HA!” He grasped with his free arm at Rudolph’s nose as the robo-reindeer flailed in his grip.

“Hey! Dib! Pay attention! Comet and Dancer coming up on our... eh...” From the corner of his eye, Dib could see Zim pulling out the analogue clock he referred to when he had to give human directions. “Ten o’clock and two o’clock!”

“So shoot them!”

“I am!” The rumbling of constant laser fire echoed from up both sides of Krampus 3000′s torso. “They’ve upgraded their armor! It’s barely scratching their paint! We need to retreat!”

“Not... until... I...” With one more wild flail, Dib got Krampus’s mitt around the tip of Rudolph’s muzzle. With a hard twist, he ripped out the power core. “YES!”

“We got it?! HA! We got it! Zim reigns triumphant over—”

“I did all the work.”

“ZIM REIGNS TRIUMPHANT!” Dancer headbutted them over. “Oh, the other mecha-moose have independent power sources this year.”

Dib desperately tried to kicked out Dancer’s knees. “You don’t say!” A spray of fireworks from one of Krampus’s arm cannons was enough to blind Comet, who tripped over Dancer as the Krampus 3000 scrambled back and got to his feet again. Dib turned the mecha’s head as he scanned the battlefield, checking on how the other mecha were faring against the reindeer—and froze, jaw dropped in horror.

Santa dominated the horizon, his massive twisted white beard like the snowy peak of a mountain. “Oh, this is—This is so much worse than Japan warned us.”

“Where did he find so much Christmas cheer?” Zim asked, voice nearly soft with horror. “The E.L.F. couldn’t have dug out this many bunkers for him!”

“Maybe they’ve started manufacturing it,” Dib said grimly. “The rumors of the stronghold they’ve built at the North Pole—”

“Of course! Rrgh! I knew we should’ve investigated it back in October! You said the idea was stupid.”

“No, I said you’d have to be stupid to think I was going to let you seize control of a stronghold like—”

Rudolph bit Krampus’s wrist. Dib screamed in shock and started punching his face. “He’s going for his nose! He’s going for his nose!”

Zim fired off a missile twice the diameter of Rudolph’s eye, exploding his entire head.

Dib stumbled back, clutching the power core close to Krampus’s chest as the robo-reindeer paused to survey their fallen ruler. “Thanks! Wow! I didn’t know we had that thing!”

“I was hoping to save it send it through Santa’s stupid gelatinous heart!” Zim said. “But I don’t think it’s going to do any good now.”

"Probably not.” Dib stared up at the mountain. “Look at him. We might just have to hold him back while the city evacuates. Even if we take out the rest of the reindeer, I don’t think we’re going to stand a chance.”

“Oh ye of little faith in Zim.”

“Oh no.” Dib glanced over at the hologram. “You have a backup plan, don’t you.”

“Remember when you were complaining about my ‘delaying’ you?” Zim said, casually pulling some sort of controller out of his Pak. “Something about my ‘stupid pet project’?”

“Please tell me you don’t have a backup plan. Tell me you didn’t.”

Zim’s smirk said he did. “Why don’t you turn around?”

Dib realized most of the other mecha had already turned back to face the city. Slowly, he joined them.

A dozen hamsters twice as tall as the city’s highest skyscrapers were dragging themselves out of the ground like zombies out of their graves. Metal reindeer antlers were jammed into their skulls, the lights on the tips flashing red and green as they received the transmissions from Zim’s controller.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Zim chuckled wickedly. “I call them Mega Ultra Peepis. Or—for this battle—Krampus’s Little Helpers.”

“Ohhh no.”

Zim lifted up his controller. “Oh, Little Helpers?” he said. “It is time for you to fulfill the glorious purpose that ZIM has given you! Come! Join the battle against the Santa!”

With murderous hisses, the hamsters charged toward the battlefield, mouths open wide and yellow teeth gleaming.

Dib really, really hoped they were going for Santa instead of the mecha.

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Fic crossposted to AO3, link to the fic in the source of this post and link to my AO3 in my blog description. If you’d like to drop me a tip, link’s also in my description. Merr crimmus.

#invader zim #christmas #zim #dib #zadf #(i mean like they hate each other but look they're a team they are clearly also friends)#fanfic #my writing #(i would like to dedicate this fic to noirandchocolate)#(for gleefully posting annual reminders of how long it's been since zim nearly depopulated earth & killed the tallest with his santa scheme)#(i haven't proofed this yet because an hour ago I didn't know I was going to write it but I desperately wanted to get it out on Christmas)

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ray-the-fanatic · 5 years ago

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Fluffvember promt hand holding.

The camping trip.

Ducktales 2017| drakepad| one shot

Yep still doing thos whole fanfic thingy hoping this one is better than my last two. Also posted to my AO3 account

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“Sure I’ll come along” Drake answered as he was removing his hat and cape after another night of patrolling the city. Looking back to back to Launchpad who was helping out by doing some maintenance on Drake’s soon to be ratcatcher.

“Really? You want to tag along on a woodchuck trip?” Launchpad asked again as he stopped and sat beside the vehicle so he could look at Drake.

"Yes LP" Drake confirmed again smiling slightly as he did “it’ll be fun and I could show those scouts what an old pro is like.” He barged as he gave an impressive flick of his hat getting it to land on top of Launchpad’s head like it was planned. The small pump of his hand gave away that it was by chance. “And you know it be nice to spend time with you as well.” He said a bit softer like he wasn’t too sure if he should have.

“Yeah?” Launchpad said as he lifted the hat up and smiled softly, “It would be fun to hang out with Drake Mallard, I hear he's a pretty cool guy.”

That prompted a slight laugh from Drake “So it's just an overnight night cookout type thing?" He asked mentally thinking about what he needed to do in preparation.

"Yeah just roasting some hotdogs and marshmallows for the night...course the kids also want to tell stories." Launchpad mentioned with less excitement

"Oh like ghost stories I remember doing that." He then looked over to Launchpad who was now tugging the hat down a bit to cover his face. Drake walked over to him bending slightly as he lifted the hat up “Hey you okay there big guy?" He asked smiling

Launchpad felt the butterflies in his stomach start to flutter. He liked when Drake called him that, cause he could count on him. Which he liked even more.

"Yeah, I'm fine DW."

"You sure there?" Drake asked not seeming to convinced "seems like something bothering you?" he added on as Launchpad tried averting his eyes.

Launchpad stood up suddenly knocking Drake over in the process. "Nope I'm fine I better head out I'll text you when I'm on my way to getcha," he said running off.

"Wait, Launchpad my hat- oh I'll just get it back later."

It didn't take long to get the camping site set up. The scouts already knew some basics as they got their tents ready Launchpad and Drake took care of getting their bonfire started, Drake being the one to start it in cause Launchpad overdid it again.

“Can’t believe I tripped over that branch” Drake complained the embarrassment not fading still

“Hey least some of the kids got a chance to earn a first aid badge too.” Launchpad reminded him as he gestures to the bandages on Drake. “so bringing you along really turned out to be a good idea. ” Drake tried to keep his annoyed expression but cracked when hearing Launchpad laugh. His bruised ego stood no chance against that.

Drake smile softened as he took a moment to just stare at his friend enjoying it as long as he could. Till he heard a slight cough come from behind him. Drake looked over to see, he wanted to say, Huey. He was still learning the kids' name.

"Uh yes?" Drake said realizing he got caught and sat up straight fast as he could quickly elbowing Launchpad for the duckling.

"Oh hey, Huey reporting in?"

“All setup, sticks are ready to cook hot dogs and our s’mores supplies are well stocked and organized. Ready for the correct assembly order.” He reported happily “Were all on schedule for the storytelling tonight as well.”

Huey seemed to pick his words with care but Launchpad still seemed to tense up a bit. Catching Drake’s attention right away. The young pilot smiled best he could muster and nodded to Huey. “Great we got the fire going so get the others.” He tried to avoid Drake’s eyes but could easily feel them on him as Huey smiled and took off.

“Yeah it will be getting dark soon that will really help set the tone for the kids,” Drake said eyeing Launchpad his suspicious growing.

“R right good um aura?” Launchpad said

“You mean atmosphere?” Drake asked, “Launchpad are yo-”

“That too! Well better gather up the campers” Launchpad said as he got up quickly catching up to Huey. He plucked him off his feet then ran off snagging each kid the same way with ease.

Leaving Drake to just stare, being the great detective he was, Drake knew something wasn’t right. Launchpad was pretty open so it was weird for him to be well pulling what Drake tended to. Drake thought as he pokes at the base of the fire thinking to himself.

The scouts had finished up eating all excited to get a chance to tell their stories and hear what the others had to share as well. Drake was walking around with Huey in tow giving each camper what they needed for their smores. Then they both took a seat by the fire as Huey got his own marshmallow going.

"Hey um, Huey" Drake said suddenly unsure what he was actually going to say. When the duckling looked up at him.

"Is something I don't know bothering Launchpad?" Drake wasn’t too sure what to ask, the kid might not even know.

"Oh well" Huey started as he looked over at Launchpad who was getting the camper's attention at the moment. Part of him wanted to keep quiet but he thought maybe it would be okay to say something. "Launchpad doesn't really handle stuff like this well."

"Stuff like this?" Drake questioned

"He likes to watch horror movies and all but he gets scared easily. I think he was close to attacking one of my brothers once after he and Mrs. Beakley took us to see a movie about mole men."

Drake looked back over to Launchpad and watched him as he fidgeted around as he spoke.

"So that's it," Drake said things started to click was that why he invited Drake along? Wait what did that mean. Did he feel safe with him around? Drake blushed a bit at the thought. He was a superhero so maybe that's why? He corrected trying not to get his hopes up.

"Alright, who's first?" Launchpad's voice cut through Drakes thoughts suddenly.

All the kids' hands shot up into the air right away after he asked after Launchpad picked one to start them off he sat back down. Drake got up and made his way over to Launchpads side as the first scout began to start his tale, Launchpad looking tenser as he sat up straight and clenched his hands up into tightly held fists, his knuckles slightly popping out as he tried pulling his fingers in more.

Launchpad just gave a forced smile when Drake sat beside him, Drake took the smile into account wondering how Launchpad would go about this if the roles were reversed. Launchpad seemed to always know how to cheer Drake up like before. Drake was less experience in well the whole people thing. He glanced down at Launchpads hand which were resting on his knees. They were slightly shaking now. Drake racked his brain for a moment and went with the only idea he had. Maybe it was stupid but it was something at least.

Launchpad was trying to keep himself still, even as the small bear kid went on to describe the monster of his story. A sludge beast with rows of razor-sharp teeth. Trying his best not to imagine it. But, that was hard with how good the kid describe it. He tightly shut his eyes hoping to block out the thought only to feel the sensation of warmth come over one of his hands. Launchpad chanced a glance down hoping it wasn't because of the sluggish monster he definitely wasn’t thinking of. Only to have the sight of Drake's hand on top of his, he looked over to Drake who seemed to purposely keep his attention ahead of him.

Launchpad was about to speak up only to stop when he felt Drake gently tap his finger against the back of his hand. Looking back down as he saw Drake use the same finger make a circle motion in the air, prompting the larger duck to turn his hand over. He looked back to Drake, who side glanced at him. He knew it was dumb but he had to try. So he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders and offered his hand uncertainly to Launchpad. Launchpad went and took hold of Drake's hand, enjoying the familiar warmth of it again. And the comfort it brought him.

Drake turned back to face the kids glad his idea seemed to work out as he rested his chin in his free hand. Launchpad grinning happily unable to fully hear anything over the sound of his heartbeat in his ear.

"Okay but what about the wailing willow ghost lady in Tad's story, she could strangle you and make you see every painful memory" Launchpad asked.

"How can a ghost touch you though?" Drake said trying to poke holes in each story.

"That's why it’s scary!" Launchpad defended but by the raised brow Drake gave he didn't seem convinced. "Well when I'm paralyzed by fear of my most painful memories you'll feel bad"

" that won't happen," Drake said causing launchpad to look slightly hurt, confused on what Drake meant.

" Because obviously I'll already there as Darkwing Duck" Drake said to answer the confusion well smiling. "I am the terror that flaps in the night after all." He stated proud then looked over to the fire realizing just how long they had stayed up. The kids had headed off hours ago and the fire was on its last embers. Drake was used to being late so he had a good guess at the time.

"So was there a reason you didn't say anything?" He asked finally. While slightly giving a squeeze to Launchpad's hand so to make his question clear.

"Its kind of dumb DW." Launchpad said as he tried not to react.

"Come on big guy what is it you always say, I can’t know unless you speak up?”

Launchpad rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand there it was again the nickname he loved so much. "I guess I was embarrassed. I know you count on me a lot when it comes to the hero thing. Guess I was worried you’d think you couldn’t cause I get the jitters from a few stories.”

"That's why you were acting weird cause of me?" Drake asked a bit concerned

"Heh yeah, I like how you see me and I didn't want that to change. That's why you call me big guy right"

"Well no, I'm not really original with nicknames...I never really been friends with anyone long enough to give one too" Drake said then quickly added on "it's okay to be scared though I'm pretty much always scared." Drake said straight-faced

"You? No way" launchpad said actually surprised

Getting Drake to laugh a bit "you know though if any of the monsters from the stories somehow turn out to be real. You could just call me. And Darkwing Duck will chase them off "

"I can?"

"Of course day or night I'll get there in a snap. Heck just set me on speed dial." Drake said then chuckled awkwardly as his cheeks gained a bit of pink to them. Mumbling why did I say that to himself.

"So I can call at any time?" was all Launchpad said, "Does it have to be only if I'm in trouble?" "Can I call for Drake Drake Mallard too?"

Drake looked at him surprised "me?"

"Yeah like can I call if I have a question, you'll know the answer too? Or can I call to see if you wanna just get some lunch together or if I just wanna" hear your voice he thought as he trailed off. Starting to lace his fingers with Drakes so he could hold his hand closer.WIshing he could say that out loud.

Drake froze for a bit taking in the feeling as he held tighter to Launchpad's hand "Well yeah any time you just want to is also an option. Darkwing or Drake either will be happy to answer.”

They both just smiled at each other quickly looking away to find something, anything else to focus on. Neither wanting to let go because they didn't want that feeling to end just yet whatever it was that seemed to hang in the air between them. Neither really sure what words to put to it just knowing they wanted to stay like this for a while longer.

"Hey, Drake?" Launchpad said breaking the silence

"Yes?"

"I still like the nickname so you know don't stop using it."

Drake laughed again, Launchpad hoping to keep being a reason for it "No worries Big guy, I won't"

#ducktales2017 #fluffvember prompts #hand holding fluff #drakepad #im still trying to write stories who knkws how long ill keep this up

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shanghai-ohmy · 5 years ago

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MaoMaoctober Day 16: Ignorance

How can you help a friend if he won’t even tell you that he’s hurt? For day 16, Mao Mao keeps his friends in the dark. Read it on AO3 or under the cut.

Mao Mao stared hard ahead, every muscle in his body tense. They were walking back to the aerocycle, having just defeated their third monster today. Badgerclops and Adorabat were laughing and making jokes. He smiled and laughed along too. They don't need to know.

"That slash was AWESOME!!" Adorabat was saying, flying in a little loop. "How did you do it, Mao Mao?!"

Mao Mao laughed. "It's all about footwork, Adorabat." He winced for a fraction of a second as his hand brushed past his sash, loosening its tight grip on the wound. But he regained his composure nearly immediately, launching into an explanation of how to position oneself during a fight. Adorabat was enraptured.

Mao Mao could tell that his breathing was tense. He tried as hard as he could to regulate it as he slipped onto the Aerocycle. A sharp, dizzying pain in his ribs protested the attempt. He grimaced, face now hidden under his helmet. That last fight hadn't been easy on his body. The monster had slammed its arm into his stomach with devastating force. The beating had reopened an old scar of his, a deep gash near his appendix. And from the feeling of his breathing, he'd broken a rib too.

"These monsters have been like, wicked easy today," Badgerclops said.

Mao Mao laughed. It was excruciating. "Yeah, real pushovers!" He realized with horror that Badgerclops was about to put his hands on his sides, holding on to him like he usually did when they rode on the aerocycle. He panicked. One, the tightness of the sash was the only thing keeping his wound from bleeding way more than it already had. Two, it was soaked with blood. If Badgerclops touched it, he’d know for sure.

“Badgerclops!” he said, slapping Badgerclops’s hands away. “I just remembered! I need you to, uhh…” He racked his pain-addled mind. “To… To hold these!” He handed Badgerclops two shuriken.

Badgerclops stared at the weapons. “So, you want me to hold your dangerous pointy thingies… instead of holding on to the bike… while we fly around at high speeds?”

Sweat poured down Mao Mao’s brow. “Uhh… yes?”

“Haha, okay!” Badgerclops said, grasping the bladed projectiles.

Phew.

“Aww, I want something cool to hold too!” Adorabat pouted. “Mao Mao, give me your sword!”

“No! Only Badgerclops gets to hold dangerous weapons instead of the aerocycle while we fly. Now let’s go!”

He revved the vehicle up into the sky, a wave of nausea passing over him as he did. He’d lost more blood than he thought. He gritted his teeth. It’s fine. You’re a hero, and heroes don’t get hurt. They won’t think of you as a hero if they find out you got hurt.

“Mao, the house!” Badgerclops shouted.

Mao Mao barely swerved in time to avoid crashing into their HQ. Oops. It was getting hard to pay attention to things. He brought the aerocycle down for a slightly bumpy landing. “Okay, great job everyone! Let’s debrief. To the office!” He dismounted from the aerocycle and felt a horrible flash of pain. Was it getting harder to breathe?

“Yo Mao Mao, what do you want with these?” Badgerclops shook the two shuriken at him.

“Uh, just… toss ‘em in the dojo! I’ll organize everything later.”

“‘Kay!” Badgerclops threw the weapons towards the dojo, lodging them squarely in the eyes of the training dummy set up there.

Mao Mao stood in front of the chalkboard in the office, Adorabat and Badgerclops taking seats facing him. They did their best to debrief after every case; it was a good way to find and address their weaknesses, plus it helped break things down for Adorabat. Mao Mao turned to the board and realized that this side was covered in notes for an ongoing investigation. He laughed. Ow. “Just a sec!”

As he stretched upward to spin the board, a blinding pain cracked through him. He screamed. “AAAHHHHh’ve got a better idea, actually!” He tried his best to play the yell off as just the start of a sentence. “Adorabat, why don’t you lead this time?” He coughed aggressively into his hand. Oh. Blood.

Huh.

Adorabat shot up out of her seat, flipping the board around and grabbing the chalk. “Okay, first, we gotta draw the monster.” She began to illustrate, chalk scraping across the board.

Mao Mao fell heavily into her now-vacant seat. The edges of his vision seemed darker than usual. Probably nothing, though. Besides, Adorabat was still talking. Mao Mao gave her a thumbs up and grinned. He wasn’t really sure what she was saying. He couldn’t pay attention; all of his energy was focused on looking normal and attentive.

“And, um, that’s what happened!” Adorabat said, finishing her debrief.

Mao Mao clapped. Each time his hands made contact, a little shock went through his stomach. “Great work, Adorabat! I’m so proud of you.” He reached out to pat her on the head, then realized that his glove still had wet blood on it. He switched hands.

“Badgerclops? Can I go play in the park now?”

Badgerclops checked the time on his arm. “Sure, but it’s going to get dark soon! Be back by five, okay?”

She nodded excitedly, then flew off towards town.

Badgerclops picked up his sketchbook and turned to Mao Mao. “So, I was thinking-”

Mao Mao’s vision blurred. The pain was too much. He couldn’t take it anymore. His body fell apart like a line of dominoes. First his breathing went ragged again. Then his perfect posture crumbled. In an instant he collapsed into the chair, wincing and clutching at his stomach. His face contorted as pain washed across him.

“Mao Mao!” Badgerclops rushed to his side, sketchbook clattering to the floor. “Jesus dude, you’re covered in blood!”

Mao Mao coughed up some more. “Badgerclops, I’m… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have-”

“Whatever you’re going to say,” Badgerclops interrupted, “don’t. Just tell me where you’re hurt. And hang on.” He lifted Mao Mao from the chair, keeping strain off of his stomach as much as possible. He stretched Mao Mao out on the coffee table.

“One of my…” Mao Mao winced. “One of my scars opened up again. I think it got a rib, too.”

“Got it.” Badgerclops’s face was grim as he began to cut Mao Mao’s bloody sash away from the wound. “I’m gonna dress it in a real bandage and then we’re going straight to the hospital.”

Mao Mao was woozy now. He nodded. The tight, even pressure of a fresh bandage would feel good. He hoped he would still be conscious when Badgerclops finished it.

Badgerclops worked quickly and methodically. The open wound was pretty sickening. But this was hardly the first time he’d played field medic for Mao Mao. Soon the torn flesh was wrapped in fresh gauze, tight pressure staunching the flow of blood. Badgerclops carefully sat Mao Mao on the aerocycle, wrapping his arms past him to the handlebars.

“A hero doesn’t…” Mao Mao said weakly as they took off, “A hero doesn’t get hurt like this…”

Badgerclops gripped the handlebars tighter. “You still need to tell me, Mao. Just… stay with me, okay? We’ll be there soon.” He gently kissed the top of Mao Mao’s head. “Stay with me.”

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