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A Hollow Promise [19] chapter iv, part iii

main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

chapter summary : astrid starts to get to work, right under shield’s watchful gaze.

recommended listening : angry woman, ashe

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The ascent was silent.

Natasha was accustomed to quiet. She had been claimed by it, shaped by it, as a stone by ocean currents. It was Clint who gravitated towards noise- circus kid, Tasha, he had shrugged once, with that glib slant of deflecting humour- and created it where he couldn't find it, chewing obnoxiously on a box of sugar-glazed cereal or rambling stream of consciousness observations about their fellow agents or surroundings. Meanwhile, Natasha found herself soaking in sound, like a velvet tapestry.

The asset seemed to be cut from the same cloth.

Over hundreds of hours, Alethia- the only name they had for her, even now, to Fury's tacit vexation- had proven to be a quiet soul. She spoke with purpose, eloquently and richly, proving equal to any of the modern cognoscenti, but refused to fill uncomfortable silences to the point of petty, adolescent obstinacy. Natasha knew that many other agents found it irksome, or unsettling, or interpreted it as an implicit insult- actually, Natasha wasn't convinced that they were wrong, on that count; the asset was as unsubtle in her general dislike and contempt for SHIELD as they were in their aversion to and mistrust of her- but personally, she found it refreshing.

And telling. It had been Natasha's first insight into her, a pinprick glimpse beyond her walls.

It had taken time, for anything else.

In the wake of the negotiations and naked threats to secure the asset, Natasha had been handed her next assignment, to run concurrent with external field missions. While unwilling to gamble SHIELD's security on uncertain odds, Director Fury had decided that it was worth trying to bring the girl in from the cold.

It was Natasha's task to acquire her.

Concealed below her surface, like a riptide, Natasha had reservations.

She wasn't naïve enough to voice her doubts. It was rarely advantageous to question or challenge Fury over clear, direct orders, at least without solid justification- Deputy Director Hill was one of the few who could afford to, given her role in the organisation- and Natasha had no reason to portray herself as anything less than competent, and unhesitatingly efficient. She had earned her place within SHIELD, and had no intention of jeopardising that stability over something trivial.

Still, the assignment was a departure from her usual body of work.

It was discussing it with her partner that had warmed her to it.

The girl was young- younger than Natasha had been, when Clint had bought her in- pretty, wickedly sharp as a good utility knife, with a temperament like high-carbon steel, and the outrageous self-assurance of someone just exceptional enough that the universe had yet to disabuse her of it. She wasn't looking for a way out; she hadn't come to them as a penitent on bruised knees, wasn't even remotely unsure about the path she walked, yet she had a quiet, righteous fire that sparked at unexpected times.

Sounds like there's enough there, Clint had observed, almost blithely. And kinda like you've made your mind up, Tash.

Natasha had been troubled to realise that he was right.

Well. In terms of practicality, she could work with virtue. It was simply a matter of redirecting it.

Natasha realised that she could mentor the girl- pull her out of the dark, give her a place and purpose, bring her to the side of angels, in the same way Clint had done for her.

Pay it forward. Balance the books. Wipe out the red.

- your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red-

It was weeks before Natasha coaxed her into something resembling a conversation. It was months before the asset initiated one. And she remained both transparent and unmalleable in her antipathy towards SHIELD, even after Natasha shared the story of her own recruitment, and of Clint's, and many of the sanitised, less ambiguous missions they had completed for SHIELD since.

Eventually, almost inevitably, relations mellowed.

Especially, Natasha acknowledged, in the wake of the paring knife incident.

The silences became more comfortable. Her laughter came a little less bitter, her moods a few shades sweeter. Alethia, previously so deliberately flat and unresponsive, had become easier to read.

Until now.

Natasha had expected silence. She had expected the asset to be angry, and for it to have burned like coals rather than wildfire and vitrified into a lethal grudge, because the asset was no fool, and from the moment that she had been sent down to the detention level she would have recognised everything that was left implied.

She's going to hate us, Natasha murmured to Clint, when they discovered the intended response to the surveillance issues around the detainment cell.

Cold necessity, Nat, he replied softly. His cadence was still a little stilted, oddly subdued despite the veneer of expressiveness, like an actor during the first table read of a new script. Look, she's seen what Loki is capable of. She won't want him getting out either.

Doesn't matter. The truth is, we don't know if she can handle it. But we're sending her in anyway. And she'll know that. Natasha dropped her head grimly. Months of progress, dead in the water.

Clint had paused. I'll call down, he said simply. To tell her. I'm a familiar voice, and I saw Loki working from up close. I know she can handle him. Let's let her hear that.

It was a thin hope, and one that Natasha would not rely on.

On being sent down to collect her, Natasha was still braced for the fallout.

She was not prepared for- whatever this was.

Instead of being primed into tension from holding against Loki, Alethia was- relaxed.

Leaning against the elevator wall, ankles and arms crossed, her head rested against the brushed steel- exposing her neck into a smooth, pronounced curve- hazel eyes eased closed. In contrast to the quiet, ravenous hunger that Natasha had identified in her from their first meeting, one that she had meant to discover the appetite behind, the asset seemed oddly- sated.

Natasha took a calculated risk, and broke the silence.

"How are you?"

The asset's head lifted- the brightness of her braided, pinned-up hair catching a ripple of light- and turned just enough to glance across at Natasha.

"Tired."

Mouth tensing, Natasha nodded carefully.

"And- are you okay?"

Her eyebrow arched.

Rather than sensing disdain, or acrimony, Natasha had the distinct feeling that the asset was laughing at her.

That, at least, was a familiar expression.

The elevator slowed, the doors opening.

The asset pushed off the wall, stepping out.

The passage beyond was broader than most aboard the Helicarrier- echoing the architecture of a modern naval vessel, the craft was structured into tightly-locked warrens of gunmetal grey, navigable only by previous knowledge or the non-intuitive section codes branded in templated, crisp yellow paint at every doorway. The lift had opened into a central thoroughfare, the passageway decanting out into the areas and access points serving as the Helicarrier's operational brainstem, a short curve from the bridge. Several paces ahead of Natasha, the asset walked swiftly past the uniformed guard and through the automated glass doors, the panels swinging aside noiselessly on their hinges.

In the days since the assault and Loki's recapture, the bridge had been restored to full functionality. The software damage had been mostly repaired, and the hardware damage had been largely cosmetic- dented metal and scorch marks, a few bullet holes and several cracked touch-displays, a handful of shattered overhead lights.

Other than these minor traces, and a few stray drops of blood yet to be caught by the cleaning crew, the command deck was once again a hive of restrained, carefully coordinated activity, like open-faced clockwork.

Beyond the gloss of the strategy table, the low halo of angled screens that served as the director's control helm stood empty. The bridge thrummed at full capacity, personnel working at their assigned terminals- either seated at the desks set into the curve of the internal wall, beneath the protrusion of the glass-faced gallery overhead, or at consoles fanning out from below the helm like benches in an amphitheatre, facing out towards the glass that plated the Helicarrier's bow. The entire command deck seemed to slope towards the observation windows, almost tipping the viewer out into the tranquil brightness of the troposphere.

Three broad aisles- one extending directly from the helm, the others curving from the steps leading down from the raised walkway- led in towards the panorama, and the raised plate at its centre.

It was there that Director Fury stood waiting, draped in his customary black leather duster coat, hands clasped at the base of his spine as he gazed out at the pearlescent ridges of the clouds, his silhouette carved like weathered, dark hardwood.

The asset approached without breaking stride, impervious to the shrewdly assessing stare from Hill as she passed her command helm. Hill glanced away from Sitwell's report, her gaze following the asset, before flicking back to Natasha.

Confirming her presence, Hill sent her a brief nod of acknowledgement, and asked Sitwell to confirm the projected timeline on Damage Control clearing the perimeter.

The asset halted just behind Fury's left shoulder, within the peripheral vision of his good eye.

"Alethia," Fury said without turning.

"Nicholas," she returned, her accent rendering the consonants classical and clear.

Coasting to a stop behind them, a few steps outside their immediate proximity, Natasha didn't particularly try to hide her amusement at the cloud of sour resignation that passed over Fury.

Clint had almost sprained his diaphragm laughing, when she had first told him that the asset addressed the director by his full, unaltered first name.

Like a disappointed mom, he had choked out through his mirth, ah- or, or like a kindergarten teacher- Ni- Nicholas, share your crayons with the other kids! Oh, man, tell me you'll get the footage of his face. Or Coulson- wait, does Coulson have it? Tasha, if you sent it to Coulson first, I'm gonna be so mad, this shit is hilarious-

Privately, Natasha was inclined to agree.

"Report." Fury commanded.

"Mission objective complete," the asset announced shortly, pivoting with a lift of her heels to face Natasha- a pre-emptive dismissal, as though she had the authority to cut the conversation short.

Irritation prickled through Fury, like a low crackle of static.

For once, however, Natasha was convinced that the asset wasn't deliberately needling him. The girl had been through enough over the past seventy-two hours; after three days, it was little wonder that the asset would want to escape any reminders of the alien prince, when even Natasha herself had been affected by him.

Natasha sent the asset a brief, sympathetic smile.

Staring out across the command centre, the asset either didn't see the gesture, or didn't care to reciprocate in front of the director.

"Then the Asgardians should be off-world within a couple of hours." Unfastening his grip, Fury stepped into a partial turn, aiming an astute stare at the back of asset's shoulders. "You talk to him much down there?"

Shifting her weight in place, torso slanting, the asset twisted to glance around at Fury, her expression faintly derisory.

If Natasha's conditioning had been anything short of brutally thorough, she might have tensed.

Between the fragmented audio, Clint's ability to read lips, and a conservative amount of educated guesswork, SHIELD had pieced together approximately two-thirds of the conversations between the asset and the captive demigod. Given her signature ability, whether or not she would answer honestly was not at issue. Rather, Fury would want to see how much detail she would offer, of her own will.

Natasha could only hope that the asset would be direct, for once.

"I was down there for three days," the asset stated dryly.

"Is that supposed to be a yes?"

"Is that supposed to be a question?"

Damn it, Alethia.

"So you talked to him?"

"Yes."

"About what?"

The asset's posture slacked, hip cocked and her smile subtly vicious.

"Nothing that you would want to hear."

Natasha didn't think that she was imagining the accusatory tint in her words.

"Try me," Fury challenged.

The asset sighed soundlessly.

"Literature." She spoke on her exhale, her intonation lilting, flicking a hand out carelessly. "Poetry. Philosophy. Ethics. World domination. Confectionary."

"Confectionary?" Fury straightened as he turned to face her, flatly incredulous. "You two were discussing dessert?"

"They don't have sugar on Asgard," she explained glibly, remaining in place, lifting one shoulder into a shrug. "No sugarcane. If they have sugar beet, they haven't discovered how to extract the sucrose yet. No cacao, either. They have honey, fruits, berries- Alfheim has an orchid similar to vanilla, and Vanaheim has cinnamon trees- Asgard cultivates some non-endemic florae in its glasshouses. Glasislund is the great glass garden of the royal palace. It's tended by Queen Frigga and her ladies. He told me that a great oak tree grows at its centre, named Glasis, whose foliage is like gold infused with forge-fire. In exchange, I told him about a few sweet dishes that we have here- semlor, payasam, mousse de maracuja, koeksister, honey-skein candy- ah, apparently Asgard has something almost identical to baklava? And- I think it's called maple taffy, in Canada. Molten maple syrup, frozen in clean snow-"

"He told you about Asgard?" Fury cut through her aimless meanderings. "About other worlds?"

"Mm, a little."

"Like what?"

"I just told you. No sugar, Glasislund, baklava-"

"Anything useful."

"Define useful."

Fury visibly tamped his exasperation down.

"What about those illusions," he redirected, "those- figures he had walking around the room today. They looked like Asgardians."

"Hm? Oh. He was playing out a few stories for me. Various misadventures from over the centuries. The kind of tales that found their way into mythology. Albeit a little- garbled."

Lashes lowering, the bloom of her wistful smile set a gentle glow filtering through her, like sunlight through silk. Set against the empyrean vault of blue skies and cirrostratus clouds, it made her beatific, as though she had stepped from the lead frame of a cathedral window.

For a rare moment, Alethia was rendered startlingly real, un-empty.

"He is- quite the storyteller. As expected."

Natasha saw the way that Fury subtly sharpened, speculation shifting into scrutiny.

"You liked talking to him?" He asked, deceptively mild.

Silently, Natasha sent a cautioning look towards the asset.

With a blink, her eyes finally met Fury.

"Yes."

блядь. Jaw working, Natasha dropped her gaze.

"When he wasn't spouting the usual limited, defeatist, nihilistic view that nothing matters, and that the universe is cruel, violent, and devoid of meaning, and that everything good is doomed to wither and die, and therefore caring is an exercise in futility and self-deception, he was an excellent conversationalist," she added lightly, brazenly unapologetic.

"Can't say I see it, myself," Fury said pithily.

"No, I'd imagine not."

Once again, Natasha could hear an implied insult.

"But he liked talking to you," he observed neutrally. "Enough to tell you stories of Asgard."

The asset smirked.

"I listened. Of course he liked talking to me."

Fury folded his arms across his chest, pensive.

"Did he tell you anything else?" He asked. "About Asgard? Or other worlds out there?"

The asset lifted her shoulders impertinently.

"Nothing about their views regarding Earth? Opinions, about what he did here?"

The asset paused at that.

"He implied that Odin would not be- excessively merciful, in his sentencing."

That caught Fury's attention, although it barely breached his surface, the lines of his face deepening almost imperceptibly.

"And what is the bar for excessive mercy on Asgard?"

"He said that Odin was unlikely to execute him," the asset said flatly. "It seems that all other options are on the table."

"And you judged Loki's word to be reliable?"

"I know when people are lying to me, Nicholas," the asset bit out, a ripple of resentment breaking in her tone even as her expression remained flat.

"And how often did Loki lie to you?"

"Scarcely. Remarkably enough. Although I suppose I should have expected it. A skilled liar knows how to make use of the truth, never mind a highly perceptive, well-read, eloquent liar."

"Perceptive. How so?"

"He took your measure within a few minutes, didn't he?"

Fury's eyes narrowed into a glare. The asset's eyes glimmered slightly with victory, turning the hazel richer.

"After a few moments of meeting me, he deduced that I do not particularly like you," she continued, "and that you do not particularly care for me. He also discerned that I am far more receptive when I am not being condescended to, underestimated, or ignored. Something tells me that he could sympathise."

The irritation in Fury's demeanour dispersed.

Natasha knew better than to regard it as a positive sign.

"You liked him," Fury restated with equanimity.

There was a dangerous weight behind the words.

"Yes," the asset admitted candidly. "I liked him."

She allowed the words to hang in the air, like the blade of a guillotine.

"I did not like his actions, though," she added blandly, breaking the tension. "I'm very fond of New York."

Natasha held back a seething exhale of frustration.

"But you understood him," Fury ventured further, casting the bait. "Even sympathised with him, in return."

The asset's smile welled like a near-transparent haze of flame, her gaze turning unseeing.

"Pleased to meet you," she sang softly, "hope you guess my name."

Natasha blinked, uncomprehending, but she saw Fury's jaw clench.

The asset laughed to herself, warming and deadly as swallowing hot coals.

"Would I sympathise with someone who wanted SHIELD to burn?" She wondered. Though almost a full head shorter than Fury, possessing barely a fraction of his bulk and precisely none of his intensive combat and espionage experience, the asset took a step forward and gazed up at him with a vicious, vengeful light. "Nicholas. This why I told you not to ask questions that you don't actually want answered."

Abruptly, Natasha remembered how Loki had pinned the asset to the glass of the cell by her throat.

She remembered how that asset hadn't flinched, even while balanced on the tips of her toes to keep herself from choking.

She remembered that the asset was not human.

The paring knife incident had arisen from a simple litmus test. It was a review, proof of progress, six months into her assignment. Natasha had laid the short blade down on the island counter, turning her back to fetch a bowl from the cupboards while feigning preoccupied chatter, waiting to see what the asset would do.

Most likely, Natasha thought, she would palm the knife and stash it. Better still if she didn't even touch it; the asset was sensible enough to see the rules for what they were, and play the game. Natasha didn't think that the asset was reckless enough to attack her with it, even with the intention to disarm rather than kill, but she was prepared to counter her if she did.

The asset had defied expectations.

Natasha hadn't expected the asset to turn the blade on her own neck.

She hadn't expected the incision to be so anatomically, improbably precise, slicing through her carotid artery.

She hadn't expected her blood to be gold.

Natasha was desensitised to blood. Butchery of the human body was as familiar as the grip of a gun in her palm, or the swipe of mascara on her lashes. But the jarring absence of red- and the shock of metallic, mythic, molten gold, spattering across the counters in the inimitable, stuttering pulse of arterial blood spray- had stalled her reflexes for a split second.

Shoving her forefingers and thumb into the narrow, alarmingly neat wound, pinching the nicked artery shut as she called for emergency medical assistance through her earpiece, the blood hadn't even smelled like blood, lacking that distinctive, clean, visceral copper-iron tang. The liquid gold slicking Natasha's hand had smelled of heat, like she had cut open the core of the sun.

SHIELD had taken samples for analysis, or tried to.

The blood evaporated like rubbing alcohol. Even a handful of hastily conducted field tests yielded inconclusive results, as though her blood wasn't blood, or even a vaguely similar biological fluid.

Ichor, one of the biomedical specialists had declared it, somewhere between mystified, delighted, and frustrated. We can't call it blood. This is not blood. We're calling it ichor. And whatever she is, she's not human.

Human enough, Natasha had wanted to say, a sunken dredge of shame hollowing in her gut, in a way that few things could.

As soon as the girl was discharged from the medical bay, healing cleanly around the stitches in her neck, Natasha had made an alteration to her schedule. Having established that the girl was a habitual early riser, Natasha collected her from her quarters each morning, and took her up to the roof of SHIELD's headquarters in New York, to watch the sun rise in the skies over Manhattan.

Fury soon discovered the unauthorised changes to the asset's access privileges.

I'm loosening her leash, Natasha had stated expressionlessly.

Sounds like you're not asking.

Her mouth tightened.

I'm not. She tried to kill herself, and she almost succeeded. That tells me we're doing something wrong.

Fury had stared at her for a long moment, before nodding.

Alright. She's your responsibility, Romanoff. You're her handler. Anything goes wrong, you're personally accountable.

Natasha had accepted the terms.

And her gamble had paid off.

At least until Fury had thrown the asset into a locked room with an alien demigod.

"I am aware that you do not agree with many of SHIELD's practices," Fury replied to the asset's taunt, voice raised clear and unruffled, striding in towards the heart of the command centre, "but the truth is that this organisation serves a crucial function. Recent events have proven the importance of what we do. There are countless threats, dangers that the world is unprepared to face, and unequipped to deal with. Until such a time that we are proven obsolete, we will persist in protecting Earth's best interests."

"Do you promise?" The asset asked, mockingly bright.

Fury ignored her. "I expect your official debrief by the end of the week. We're going to get you back to work on Project VERITAS, as soon as we can verify the status of our New York Headquarters-"

"I have a request."

Fury stilled, and Natasha glanced towards the asset with carefully veiled surprise.

"A request." Fury intoned monotonously.

"Mm-hm. You see, I do not recall there being a clause in our agreement, regarding my obligation to guard Asgardian warrior prince detainees without reinforcements," she noted coolly.

"You had backup," Fury answered. "Three rotating units just outside, twenty-four hours a-"

"And how prompt and effective their response was, when your prisoner had his hand around my throat."

Natasha did not feel guilty.

Such sentiment had been bled out of her long ago. She had assessed the situation pragmatically, as any SHIELD agent was required to, before making the decision not to intervene.

If Loki had wanted the asset dead, then it was already too late. Any rescue attempt made by the Alpha Team outside could result in Loki's escape at worst, or a dozen SHIELD agents dead at best. If the asset was killed, however, nothing would change. Loki would still be locked inside a cell designed to contain the Hulk, only with a fresh corpse for company.

It was simple arithmetic.

Natasha could, however, acknowledge that the asset's anger was justified.

"Those units were not there to protect me. They were there to protect everyone except me, in the event that I failed. And yet, despite this," the asset folded her arms, head cocking, "I am hardly asking for the keys to your dubious kingdom in return."

Fury considered the remark, before circling to face her.

"Then what are you asking for?"

The asset lifted her head.

"Give me Agent Barton."

Natasha blinked.

"Agent Barton," Fury echoed, carefully inscrutable. "Why?"

"VERITAS is almost in its beta testing phase. I want Barton as one of its primary test subjects, to confirm the biometric baseline."

"Why?"

"Why not?" The asset arched an eyebrow. "Do you need him elsewhere?"

The question was a blatant trap. Whichever way he answered, he would be offering her a point of attack, regardless of the truth.

Fury stepped around it.

"I'll take it under consideration."

"Excellent, can I go?" The asset asked in a single breath, sweeping her head aside as though prepared to ignore his answer.

Eye narrowing, Fury seemed to briefly consider correcting her show of attitude.

However, he appeared to come to the same conclusion as Natasha. Permitting her to snap and snarl like a hormonal teenager was harmless enough, especially compared to the alternative of her hoarding her resentment to herself, and allowing it to fester and spread, unseen and unmedicated.

Fury nodded slightly. "Romanoff will escort you back to your quarters."

"Romanoff will do as she pleases," the asset quipped, turning on her heel and cutting back through the bridge so swiftly that Natasha felt the whisk of disturbed air as she passed.

At a look from the director, Natasha wordlessly followed.

She caught up to the asset just as the lift doors slid closed. The asset did nothing to keep them open but, without glancing her way, stepped aside enough for Natasha to slip through.

As the elevator descended, silence fell between them once more.

This time, it was in the vein that Natasha had initially expected.

She exhaled silently, facing the elevator doors.

It was always difficult, after the asset met with Fury. She rarely returned from the encounters in a neutral or better mood than when she left, and it was usually left to Natasha to soothe the girl's ruffled feathers.

You would appear as a friend. As a balm. And I would cooperate-

Natasha shook off the involuntary recollection, packaging the smoothly parsing words and the smile like a filleting knife away in the back of her mind.

But it did make her wonder.

"You liked him," she murmured.

"Hmn."

The asset's only response was a disinterested, affirmative hum.

Natasha considered asking why- or subtly warning the girl against the seductive lure of darkness, how it would drag her in and take and grind her down and dispose of her shell when her bone marrow was hollowed out and devoured- but knowing how contrary the girl could be, and how maddeningly stubborn she apparently took pride in behaving, it wasn't worth it.

"Why did you ask for Clint?"

The question was softened in the veneer of faux vulnerability, concealing how dangerously close it cut to the truth.

Alethia would hear it. And whatever her character flaws may be, Natasha knew that she wasn't one to engage in cruelty without provocation.

She had called Natasha's partner by his full first name- Clinton- exactly once, and never again.

When she answered, her tone was neutral, and truthful.

"Because mind control is an unfamiliar concept even to SHIELD, and the entirety of its personnel will now be wary of Barton," the asset explained. "If something is amiss- something lingering in his head, or any inclinations of his own making- then I would notice."

"There's nothing to notice." Natasha said firmly. "Clint isn't a traitor, and I knocked Loki out of his head days ago-"

"You are acting as though I don't already know this."

Natasha blinked, at turned to look at her. "Then- why?"

The asset sent her a supremely disdainful look.

"Natalia, you are not this dense."

It took an embarrassingly long moment for it to click.

"It's for Clint. So that everyone else knows it too."

The asset lifted a shoulder and an eyebrow at her, as though it was obvious, before turning to face forward once more.

"Why?" Natasha asked numbly, flitting furiously through their past interactions, hunting for what she could have overlooked. A lack of cruelty was one thing. Tolerance and courtesy were another, and the asset had proven capable of offering it. But outright kindness- to the extent of spending valuable leverage over Fury- was something else.

The asset sighed, her posture dropping slightly with the rush of air that left her.

"Has it occurred to you, Natalia," she said, eyes closed, with weary, irritable, stalwart patience, "that my problem is not with you, or with Barton, or even with Fury- but with SHIELD itself?"

It hadn't. Natasha was acutely aware that the asset loathed SHIELD on an institutional level, deeply and fundamentally and with the conviction of a psychosis, but hadn't considered that the sentiments were limited, and that individual agents were intellectually divorced from the organisation somewhere in her mind.

"I have to say that you've never really given that impression," Natasha uttered dryly.

"Hm." The girl cocked her head, consideringly. "Alright. I suppose I haven't. But in my defence, if your interactions with me weren't perpetually qualified by your statuses as agents of SHIELD, I might have. Regardless, my point stands. While I may not like any of you, any personal sentiments, and my subjective taste in people, is- peripheral, to the greater issue."

Natasha was silent for a moment, attempting to settle this into the matrix of how the asset's mind worked.

"I'll admit," she ventured, "I was kind of under the impression that you hated me, for a while."

The asset gave a soft scoff.

"And how could I have hated Natasha Romanoff?" She said, almost amused. "She doesn't even exist."

Natasha tensed, in both confusion and at an odd twist of foreboding behind her abdomen.

"You think I don't exist?"

"I think," the asset stated calmly, "that Natasha Romanoff is a fiction. No more real than a reflection. A collection of behaviours, skills, and attitudes that are conducive to your survival within SHIELD, because it's easier to tell a lie if you believe it. And you feel the need to lie in part because, deep down, where you're barely capable of acknowledging it, you don't trust SHIELD as much as you want them- or yourself- to believe that you do. Because SHIELD is supposed to be your lodestar, and what does it mean if you don't trust it?"

Natasha's lungs felt tight.

The elevator halted, the doors opening.

The asset stepped directly onto threshold, and swivelled to face Natasha.

"And the other reason," she continued bloodlessly, "is because Natalia Romanova only has the barest idea of who she is. She never had the chance to learn, and decide. Between the Red Room, the KGB, SHIELD- between assassinations, and redemption-" Alethia paused, and her ruthless tranquillity subsided slightly. "When is it going to end?"

"When is what going to end?"

Natasha felt as though someone else had spoken, borrowing her mouth.

"The quest for redemption. Where does it end?"

The elevator doors started to close with a quiet clunk. Without breaking Natasha's gaze, the asset raised an open palm to shunt them back. She rested her hand against the edge of the wall as the door retreated, fingers curled loosely against the steel.

"When are you redeemed? When you're forgiven? Then who do you need to earn to the forgiveness of? There are some people who can't forgive you, some people who won't, some who shouldn't. What then? What makes you worthy of forgiveness? And can you ever be redeemed, without it? If not, how do you measure it? How do you quantify the debt, and repayment? How to you repay it, when there are things that cannot be undone, debts that there is no adequate payment for? When and where do you cross the line from bad person to good person? How do you know when it is finally enough? Who decides? Is it SHIELD? And why would they do that, when your quest for redemption serves them so well?"

"It might never be enough," Natasha said numbly, recalling something that Fury had said, when SHIELD had accepted her under a strict conditional basis.

It might never be enough, he had told her, his tone almost conversational, but with too much power to be anything but a stern warning, but you can do good here. The kind that lasts, and keeps the world from falling apart. If that's worth something to you, then I strongly suggest you take this deal. We'll put you to work. See if you can't wipe out some of that red-

"Exactly."

Natasha blinked. "What?"

"It might never be enough. Because forgiveness is a personal choice, and has nothing to do with redemption," she forged on, implacable, "and anyone who tells you the contrary believes in power, and of standing over others and using shame to control them, and of wearing morality like a sword instead of like naked skin."

She paused for the briefest heartbeat, then moved forward, taking Natasha's elbow, gazing so directly at her that Natasha wanted twist away, her throat tight.

"It's enough if you keep trying. Even if you slip, even if you make mistakes, even if you turn away, you can always turn back. That is enough. Do you understand? You don't need anything else. Not them. Not me. Just you. Understand?"

Natasha stared back, at the strangely golden tint to the asset's hazel irises, and nodded carefully.

"I understand," she said softly.

Almost instantly, the asset gave a sad, exasperated huff, and released her.

"No you don't," she said factually, brooking no counterargument. "Never mind. I didn't expect you to, really. Just think on it. And try to remember it, when things start to come apart." Her expression tensed, and she lifted her hand from the elevator doors to clamp it over her mouth, muffling a broad yawn. "Mn. I'm going to bed. Tell Fury to leave me alone."

Without another word, Alethia turned on her heel and strode away to her sleeping quarters- as though she hadn't, for a moment, hooked into Natasha's soul and dragged it out under her own paralysed gaze.

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baddieladdie · 2 years ago

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Traveling with Nick Valentine - Part V

Part IV

Part III

Part II

Part I

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- The deadly silent streets of Nahant -

Nick Valentine and the Sole Survivor leave the Sheriff's Department, retracing their steps back to the rest of the Commonwealth

“This seems pretty far off the beaten path if you ask me.” Nick observed, walking through the empty remains of the coastal town.

“And that’s why it’ll be perfect!” The joy in Nora’s voice was contagious, coaxing a small smile from his lips.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Why are you so interested in a driveway? Could just be another street.”

“But what if it’s not?” Nora skipped gleefully. “Preston mentioned there was a spectacular house in Nahant. I’ve seen a few buildings here but I haven’t seen anything ‘spectacular’. And you know I’ve been looking for a place of my own!”

“Why not Home Plate? You paid good money for that place, kid.”

“That tiny apartment? Come on, Nick! I really only got that so I could spend more time with you in Diamond City?”

“Is that so?” Nick smirked, awkwardly scratching his neck.

“Well, it’s good for trading too,” Nora blushed, changing the subject. “Getting supplies. And uh.” She paused. “There’s no heavy memories either. It’s new to me. Well, Diamond City is.”

“Yeah…I picked up on that while we were in Sanctuary Hills. Y ou seemed pretty shaken up. I don’t blame ya, not one bit. Looking at what remains of your life before any of this.” Nick exhaled the pressure from his chest. He knew that feeling himself, having woken up in that fateful dumpster so many years ago. They walked in silence for sometime, more and more trees popping up as they walked along.

“Who do you think actually won the war? Nobody, I guess.” Nora nodded solemnly in agreement. The remnants of the coastal road veered sharply to the right, up a steep hill. Nick couldn’t make out anything between the trees. Shrouded Mansion, eh? Fitting name.

“Alright, this looks like the spot. Ready for a closer look, icicle?” Nora laughed her somber aura away. It’s been a long while since Nicky called her by that nickname he gave her when they first met. He told her she was his favorite icicle, freshly thawed from cryo units of Vault 111.

Nora pants heavily, resting on the stairs of the mansion, her gun in her lap.

Nick leans against a post, screwdriver in hand already making some slight repairs

“Preston told you about this place?” Valentine frowned at the ghoul bodies that now littered the mansion's front yard. Bigger buildings usually come with some residents. In the Commonwealth, they’re typically not friendly. But there were a lot of damn ghouls… Anyone you walk away from .

“Uh-huh” Nora gasped out between labored breaths.

“Did he mention the company?” Nick gestured with his screwdriver at the pile of bodies before them.

“Uh, he might have said something about some locals, figured there were some settlers here who needed help.”

“Remember, the devil’s in the details.” He pocketed the tool, flexing the frame of his mechanical hand. “I better take a look around, make sure there aren’t any more surprises.”

Nora followed behind him, popping pieces of crispy squirrel bits every so often. “I expect tourism’s dried up substantially with those damn ferals.” Nick scanned the surroundings one more time, searching for any sign of danger. “It's hard to believe anything that was once human could be so vicious. But - it looks like we got them all.”

Wait - Where’s Nora? Nick spun around, tie swaying. She was just here!

“Nicky!” Her familiar voice called out from the rocky cliffs far from the carport he stood under. “Look at that view!” Nora gasped in delight. The sun setting below the horizon setting the sky ablaze. The dark outline of the church bell tower against the orange colored sky left him speechless. “And it’s practically a lake front property!” She leaned over the cliff’s edge to get a better view of the waves of cold, salty irradiated water splashed upon the massive rocks below. Sea foam lapping at the coast/beach/sandy front.

“Woah, now!” Valentine wrapped an arm around her waist, preventing her from leaning any further. “If you wanna go down there, I’m sure those rocks at the bottom would break your fall.”

“Nick!”

He chuckled at her reaction, smiling back at her.

“Just teasin’, love. Care to take a look inside?” Nick offered, ready to escape the stench of irradiated water.

Nora and Nick explore the remaining structure of the Mansion. Some walls intact, others not so much.

But the sheer size and remote location has Nora in a tizzy

“Quite a locale,” Nick nodded, prodding at a broken bureau. “ Gonna take a lotta elbow grease to clean this place up.”

“Get a load of THIS place!” Nora opened the double-door to the elaborate dining room with gusto. “I could never afford to live in a house this nice, but look at me now!” She shouted, whiskey bottles in hand. “I could put a kitchen here, and the dining room is right there. Ooh! And I could set up a guest room upstairs. There is so much I can do here!”

“Heh, glad to see you so happy, dove.”

Would he still see her on the regular? The mansion was a day's journey from Diamond City. Nora had spent weeks practically tied to his hip, cracking the mystery of the Institute. He had the great pleasure of helping her learn to navigate the brave new world she was thrust into. Nick had no shortage of good memories together. He couldn’t imagine a future without her there beside him.

“Everything alright, Nick?” Nora asked, pausing by the staircase.

“Oh, nothing you can’t fix.” He flirted with a wink. Nora hid her blushing rosy cheeks with the side of her hand, but it was always her emerald eyes that gave her feelings away. You could always tell how she was doing, if you knew where to look. Valentine looked into those eyes often, but more often than not, was surprised to see them brimming with joy when they met his.

“In that case, let’s see what mysteries lie below." Nora began descending the stairs, hips swaying.

T hat vault suit doesn't leave much to the imagination. He thought to himself in admiration. She wears it quite well.

"curses." Nora jiggled the door handle. "Locked. You got a bobby pin on ya, Nicky?"

"If I got it," Nick rummaged around the deep pockets of his trench coat, feeling for the familiar object. "Ah, there you go."

"Thanks. I knew I could count on you~" Nora crouched down, eye level with the lock.

"Anything you need, I'm-"

click

"Oh. You're almost too good at that. Maybe I need to upgrade the locks at the agency."

Nora pushed the door open, only to be immediately tackled to the ground by a feral ghoul

"Shit!" Nick grabbed the tattered clothing, yanking the ghoul off Nora - freeing her to escape from the teeth that came so close to her neck. She jumped to her feet, pushing rounds into her trusty Le Fusil Terribles shotgun.

The sound of Nick's pistol blasting the ghoul's head clean off echoed off the walls of the concrete basement, blood splattering the damp walls. "Keep your eyes peeled, we may not have seen the last of 'em."

"Right." Nora nodded. The light from her pip-boy reflected off the surface of the flooded basement. One, maybe two feet of water covered the cluttered concrete shelter. Whoever that feral once was, likely wasn't alone.

The sound of moaning and sloshing came from the dark shadows before them.

"You hear that?" Nick froze.

"Yeah, I don't like that sound of that. Not one bit." Nora stopped beside him, trying to spot the source of the movement in the darkness. "I can't see a thing..."

Nick leaned down slightly, whispering in Nora's ear. "Try to draw 'em out to the light. You still got a molotov on ya?"

"Yea..?" Nora silently pulled one from her bag, her heart beating out her chest.

"Burn the sucker." Nick passed her his lighter. "There's only one way out and we're blocking it. Be ready."

"Okay." Nora held the light to saturated cloth. "1...2...3!"

The flames were so viciously bright, Nora's human eyes couldn't adjust in time, blinded. She stumbled backwards against the viscous water. "Nick! I can't -" She cried out, feeling herself lose her footing on the slippery floor.

SPLASH

"Nora!" Nick shouted, splashing through the knee deep water to get between whatever was coming their way and her. He cocked his pistol, both hands firmly on the grip.

The quiet sloshing of bodies moving through water became a thunderous echo of 2 distinct inhuman screams. One feral, racing through the water on all fours, leaped for his face. Taking the opportunity, Nick fired a shot straight through the ghoul's chest. "Not exactly subtle, pal."

BAM BAM

With a mighty splash, a second ghoul body fell by Nick's side - water drenching his sleeves.

"Guess we're even."

"Not bad," Nicky offered a hand to hoist Nora back to her feet and out of the questionable basement water. "Not bad at all."

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“You alright? I think I just heard my rad counter cry for mercy.” Nick could suck down a lot of rads as a synth. Nora's more supple, pre-war body couldn't hold up long in such conditions. Standing water was almost always a hot spot for high radiation.

“Yeah. I’m fine, can’t say the same about those ghouls.” The bodies floated weightless in the knee deep water; oozing green irradiated blood. Nora grabbed an extra Radaway dosage just to be safe.

“They won't be bothering anybody now.” Nick shrugged absentmindedly, his skeletal hand lazily drifting over the clutter left on the bookshelf.

“Hey Nick,” Nora called from behind a wall.

“Yea?” He responded, flipping through a wrinkled magazine, trying to make out any of the words.

“This damn..UGH!” The frustration in her voice caught his attention; he put the magazine down. “This fuckin' terminal won’t let me in!”

“These old terminals can be real finicky. If you ask nicely, I bet I could get it to spill its guts.”

“You want me to beg?” She eyed him.

“I want you to ask me nicely.”

“Nick. Please, the terminal?”

“Try again.”

“Nicky, my Valentine, please take a look at the terminal? For me?”

“Done. All you had to do was ask”

“Ugh, you’re such a tease” Nora couldn’t hid her smile.

“Goodness. They've got this locked down tighter than a..." Nick lowered himself to the chair, focusing carefully on the fuzzy green text on the humming screen. "hmm," Nick sucked in a breath. "Maybe - Ah! There we go.” His golden yellow eyes scanned the message left on the abandoned terminal. A body floated by. A ghoul. One viciously ripped apart, one that had not turned feral.

"It ain’t good, dove. Maybe it’s best if you don’t see this.”

“What do you mean?” Nora leaned on him, reading over his shoulder. The terminal cast a subtle green light on them in the dark, musty basement.

“Oh god. Those were his family. They killed him.” Nora gasped, not daring to look at the body floating next to her.

“He’s probably the only one in the commonwealth who attempted to rehabilitate a feral ghoul.”

Nora took a deep breath, “Probably was a rough transition. Luxury to this apocalyptic hellscape. Knowing the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork won’t keep you alive.”

“Yeah. I got the cop, Nick Valentine, to thank for that. You got Military training from before the war." He gently rested a hand on her arm. "Not everyone can be so lucky."

“Let’s go, I can’t take this any more.”

The bottom of his trench coat wet from the water they waded through, it dragged behind him dripping as they left the basement in woeful silence.

*Nick standing in the ghouls way to protect Nora like*

ANyWay - This was a pleasure to write~ As always, you can view the AO3 link right here (that's where I publish first!)

ah - good stuff. There's still one more chapter I want to write and then its back to the Thane FanFic I was working on earlier this year <3

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #nick valentine x sole survivor #nick valentine #nick valentine fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #xdreamwriterx

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strawberry-s0ap · 2 years ago

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been a while since i sent in an ask but something im kinda hyperfixated on right now is a youtuber called the librarian, i know this isnt really considered a 'media' but he just has a really comforting vibe for me. ive watched him for a long time but recently due to his minecraft series with a spooky mod called from the fog, hes been getting the attention his channel deserves :}} he also does gmod videos, which is actually how i found his channel. he really focuses on the creepy and comfy, and has a variety of videos but are mostly centered around that.

but an actual media that ive really liked lately is called cry of fear, ive heard it be compared to silent hill though i havent played that or seen it yet. just in case, trigger warning for depression ;v; cry of fear is a sad game, but i really love the story and overall feeling. the main character is named simon, at the beginning of the game he sees a person on the street crawling and tries to help them but suddenly a car comes full speed ahead towards him and hits him. he wakes up on the ground, but not in the same place before. a bunch of horrifying creatures and people constantly follow him through the game, hes confused and scared and doesnt know whats going on but not everything he saw was what it seemed. he was hallucinating, his depression manifesting into these horrible worlds and figures. i dont want to talk much more about the endings in case you want to see it yourself but i really like it, definitely not a happy go lucky game but i still really love it. the music is also very good imo ^^ another good one made by the same people (except this one is more nonsensical), is called afraid of monsters. i saw that one when i was a lot younger, but i think ive bugged you enough sorry for the novel long ask ;v;;

-vulture𓅐

aaa, so nice to hear from you again! never ever apologise for a long ask!! i love hearing what all of you have to say <3

both of these sound really interesting! especially cry of fear, i’ve never actually heard it before but i really love silent hill, so if there similar i’d probably like it! i’ll try and check it out soon :)

thanks for checking in vulture! i hope you’re well <3

#asks #vulture anon #strawberry spam

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teddybeartoji · 19 days ago

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I JUST REALIZED I NEVER RESPONDED TO YOU WHOOPSIE

anyway i love all the resident evil games, i love gore in video games like it just gives me a huge rush of adrenaline idk, i like scary games overall, my sister who is 20 is the biggest tomb raider fan, her room is full of lara croft posters, her phone cover is a picture of lara croft, etc. i love until dawn too, i remember watching berleezy playing it around 2015 and got hooked straight away, when the game goes on sale im definitely buying it straight away

playing arkham knight was so fun, i love solving puzzles in games it just gets my brain working, and i love the parts with jason todd, he’s too fine he can release all his pent up frustration out on this coochie idk 🙂‍↕️ ive literally forgot everything that has happened in outlast, im waiting for my sister when she’s finally has a break from work since she won’t allow me to play it by myself…. the witcher is soooo good ! you should play it one day when you can <3

and i have heard of ghost of tsushima but i never played it 😭 i heard the next game has a female lead, you just know its about to be so good

HAII HAI HAIII!!!!!!!!!!! YESSS I REALLY LOVE RESIDENT EVIL GAMES TOO!!!!!!!!! i'm actually relatively new to horror games lmao i did think myself to be too big of a scaredy cat to play them alone buut then i watched a streamer play re2 aaand i thought it was so fucking cool that i decided to check it out myself too and i fucking loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! from there on i started realizing that i really like games like that so now i'm always on the look out for a sexy scary game:33333333333

I LOVE JASONNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he was the reason why i wanted to play the game in the first place lmao i think he is very Neat:3333333333333 that really was such a fun game the combat was so fun!!!!!!!!!! it's so crazy that this game came out almost nine years ago and it's SOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD while some recent stuff is so fucking ass lmao sorry to get into this super random thing but i've seen a few hours of the new star wars game and it's just sooo baffling how bad it is😭😭😭

OH ON THE TOPIC OF VIDEO GAME PUZZLES THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!! i've been playing hsr a lot lately right aand the area i'm at there are a looot of different kinds of small puzzles and i love them so fucking much i'm having a lot of fun with them:3333333 ANDANDDD the silent hill 2 remake came out and since i don't really have money to buy it (rip) i've been watching a gameplay of it and i am genuinely very fucking impressed by the puzzles in it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not to suck my own cock but i think i'm relatively good at different kinds of puzzles but some of those had me sitting there like O . O like they were hardd😭😭😭I LOVE IT THOUGH!!!!!!!!! PUZZLES NEED TO BE HARD!!!!!!!!

AND AND ANDDDD!!!!!!!!!!! GHOST OF TSUSHIMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHH MY GODDDD I LOVE THAT GAME SOOO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the story is fucking amazing i love the mc it's fucking beautiful it has little foxes you can pet and my favourite part is definitely the combat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i haven't seen any other game with mechanics like that it's so much fucking fun. and addicting lmao like you just want to fight all the time,, there is an option for stealth but i don't think i did anything quietly on my second playthrough just bc fighting is so much more exciting:33333333333 I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND CHECKING IT OUT WHEN AND IF YOU EVER HAVE A CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it'll change your life i can promise you that right now:33333333

AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEI'M SOOOOO GIDDY BC OF THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE SECOND GAME!!!!! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT WAS IN THE WORKS SO IT CAME AS A REALLY BIG SURPRISE the female mc seems so fucking sick i'm already obsessed with her<333333

ANYWAYYY I LOVE VIDEO GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just got my rdr2 disc back and i can't fucking wait to start replaying that hehehehe (i have over 300h on it already)(let's ignore that)(i'm normal)

#LONG LATE POST #BUT ILYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!#I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN DOING WELL I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING GAMES:3333333333333333 #SMOOCHING YOUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#friends!!

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rainofdauwuand0w0 · 2 months ago

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Its one forty six am as i start writing this out on my phone

I sometimes think about alot of things of course randomly, sometimes I ramble about them in a video format (which I will make another rain rambles video at some point) but rn is just my intrigue with seeing…idk things of mine starting to get considered…old? Or seeing the styles of certain things come back, like frutiger aero/web gloss 2.0 and all its other brothers and sisters of styles coming back into the limelight of that era cus we’ve grown up and wanna either re-get in touch with how it was and style our own things after it, or the younger of the current generation z and gen alpha taking a look at it and loving the style. Hearing songs getting bundled in “all your hits of the early 2000’s” and audibly saying “noooo not yet!” While my mom laughs and says “your turn” in a lighthearted manner. Watching things near my homes over the years shift and change, things getting added, places i wished existed when i was younger so Id have more interest to even think about staying in my home state thats been memed about to death but is so goddamn boring when you are actually here, im watching anime bars get added from tiktok, a goth themed food place called biteme i believe dealing in mainly sweets, A FUCKING NARUTO RESTURANT THAT YOU CAN CURRENTLY GET TO GO ORDERS FROM AND THEY PLAN TO EVENTUALLY OPEN THE INSIDE IF IT DOES WELL, I just…

I’m watching the world around me change while i can smell the winds of old blowing of my past at the same time, I picked team present for the splatoon 3 grand festival for another secret reason.

Because the past is hard to remember for me, due to probably a mix of trauma and being in a bad car accident when i was little, I can only emulate the limited good feelings, not to mention me being undiagnosed (still to this day, i only have vibes and peer review) so that combo just…fucks with my mind.

Then there is the future, while my current future looks bright, so many times Ive watched a future that I thought would happen and planned out in my head just crumble apart or feel so damn hard to achieve, I fall and fall into my mind at each time, and eventually I just became just…so focused on the now, so much so it feels like a haze, only recently thanks to my boyfriend of current do I feel comfy even dare looking towards the future.

…hearing splatoon 1’s sounds was both a blessing…and a bit of a curse, good to hear the fun of old songs that made me happy when times were rough…but remembering the rough times themselves almost in a fixed camera view…like silent hill or games that take inspiration from that, being the director to my own fuzzy memory, meanwhile I get nightmares again randomly, even though my brain originally stopped making them, I might’ve talked about it, but in a final nightmare for a bit…my brain zoomed in on a radio, and it said “and thats the end of our dream programming” or something along those lines….but after that, until ive been with my boyfriend a bit, I didnt have nightmares just…blank mind since middle school.

Its weird.

I feel “old” in a sense that only the internet and regular general media can make you, because “okay we kinda acknowledge ourselves as adults now, here is nostalgic vibes playlist to post to youtube and stuff” and also “2000’s hits” just… agh

#rain rambles #late night thoughts #late night rambles #late night post

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inujous · 5 months ago

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Could you explain silver nights I'm interested to hear what it's about

Ive actually made a blog dedicated to this AU !

@silvernightsau ! The plot is linked but for sake of ease for fellas here as well:

Silver Nights AU is basically a merge of TSE & Game. Mostly about Charlie surviving and mixing the Silver Eyes with what Game canon that felt right to us.

Majorly it's game but novel characters and some shenanigans occur.

Charlotte 'Charlie' Emily and her twin brother Samuel 'Sammy' Emily are close knit twins, but she's also best friends with Michael Afton (they have a mutual unspoken crush on one another). She was attacked on their shared birthday when she was locked out by obnoxious partygoers. Charlie was attacked by an unknown assailant (Which would later be known as William.) Her throat slit, several chest stab wounds. All while in the late evening of a rainy day. She survives miraculously and is then guarded via marionette near 24/7 now.

Elizabeth didn't have many friends of her own and often followed Evan around and stuck with his friends. She'd try to hang around Michael and Charlie but often found herself clinging to Sammy more, often speaking up for him due to his selective mutism as well

Evan is good friends with the Missing Children (of course before they went missing.) and later, Cassidy. He's on kind terms with Sammy and Charlie as well, but he's closer to Jeremy *called Jerry, and Fritz.

William loves his children, he'd do anything for them. He never raises a hand nor his voice at the Afton kids, he refuses to be like his father (as he claims). He's as supportive as he could be, and he does not hate Michael. Even after the bite, he'd just bury him in love even more.

Henry... oh Henry... he loved his children so much, but after Claudia passed (Mrs Emily) he found himself struggling. And he doesn't quite trust babysitters with his children - so he starts putting his kids over his work, which leads to Charlie's being attacked - unintentionally.

Mrs Afton (Maggie as I name her) is around for everything until the missing Children's incident.

The Missing Children's Incident does not happen on the same day, it is months apart.

The way i personally see SN Au for myself, is a Suburban Horror - i draw influences from games like:

Yume Nikki / Yume 2kki / .Flow, Silent Hill (all! not just a specific one), liminal spaces, The Rock-afire Explosion band / Chuck e cheese, generally a lot of dreamy deep psychological horror, a bit of Stranger Things which we knows borrows from other horror movies ofc but also as of recent Black Phone.

I was considering making a Silver Nights AU discord server to further gather info and share and so on if that interests.

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Unfortunately I never heard of gul but I checked the plot and it’s interesting! I’ll definitely check it out when I have some free time. I don’t mind listening to summaries when I do other things. I enjoy to keep me busy reading/writing most of the time. Rn I’m trying to finish fear and hunger and I get angry every time I die lol. It’s so annoying but I love the vibes of that game. It was inspired by silent hill, berserk and amnesia. Sorry I info-dump a bit too much lol.

I’m glad you had a nice day! How was shopping? I also went out. Well I go out all days but I went to my fav bookstore and fetched a new book so I’m extra happy. And I love hades, I started it some weeks ago. Mythology is such an interesting world and I’m up for it.

I like to draw in my free time but it’s exhausting to work for game class projects. I can’t wait to finish off all this and focus on other projects. Piano is just a tool for be able to write lyrics in the future, or whatever I want. I get easily distracted when I play it but I’m confident that at some point my technique will improve.

The movie came out on February, from what I saw it wasn’t really popular but 100% recommended if you like 80s vibes. It’s an absurdist gothic horror..? Somewhere in the between. Heathers it’s a chef’s kiss. Probably one of my favs too. This reminded me of Little sister (2016), I seriously need watch it. It’s been on my watchlist since forever but I keep forgetting about it. I’m so forgetful.

Also sorry if I replied just now but at the end I decided to go to sleep at 3 am, my head was hurting -🩹

gul is super cool and not a lot of people actually know about it since it was basically lost media for a long long time

i dont sither! i normally play games while i listen yo things or while im working ill turn on some video essays and just listen to that while i work when music gets to be too much ^^

ough i heard fear and hunger was hard, rn im trying to beat dead space again and its not going well for me either lol

shopping was fine me and my mom just went and got groceries and that was it ^^ id love to go to a bookstore again theyre so fun to look around in

ive got like 300 hours in hades all together atp and its been a blast i love it very much and i could never get tired of it, plus greek mythologys always been a super big interest of mine! i love all of it so much and its so fascinating to learn

i used to draw a lot when i was in school since i always sucked at education, being dyslexic and autistic and having adhd really all just pilied and piled on to it so drawing was a giod escape and made me look like i was working on whatever they gave me, and if it wasnt on paper than id just play on my phone to pass the time, i also just used to read manga durong class if i couldnt be on my phone

violin and guitar and really. any. of the instruments i know how to play were for that reason to, i wanted to be a musician for a long long time till my grandmother decided to be a dick to me and i never played anything again :(

ooo it sounds interesting, i think when i have the time to sit and watch something ill check it out :D

its okay i just woke up and its like 11am rn

#⋆ ♰.˚🩸⌗ d a r l i n g s ˎˊ˗#╰┈➤ 🩹 anon

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years ago

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Winter In The Shade IV

Part IV

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2504

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter's. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None

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As the days grew colder and a thin layer of snow covered the entirety of Hogwarts, the enthuthiasm was more than present over the students, after all, it wasn’t every year that the school hosted a small party for the students that decided to stay at Hogwart for the holidays. The cold halls were softly illuminated with the small flames from candles, the elves worked hard on the kitchens, the smell from their meals nothing but mouthwatering to anyone that walked past the great hall; stepping outside from the castle into the courtyard and the hills that rolled down to the black lake, you were met with nothing but never ending whites from the soft snow that fell from the sky at all hours. It was truly magical.

“Don’t you love it?” you said, extending your hand in the air as little snowflakes settled on your palm, the tingles rushing up your arm from the coldness making you erupt in giggles as you shook your hand. You rose your gaze to see Regulus sitting on the edge of the fountain, the water that usually flowed now frozen in eccentric shapes that you could easily think was the picture of an explosion that froze before it scattered all over the floor. And of course, Regulus was breaking the tiny pieces of the tips for his own amusement “Stop that!” you laughed, coming to sit with him as you took his hand away “You’re destroying mother nature's art.”

He chuckled lowly, taking his hand away from yours “That’s hardly art.” he argued “Besides, I can always re-shape it so it would actually be some kind of sculpture.”

“Right.” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him “What would make a good sculpture, Michelangelo?” you asked.

He playfully glared at you but then took a moment to think, both of you sitting on the edge of the fountain while facing the frozen water. People walked past the two of you, no one taking a moment to stop and wonder what Y/N and Regulus were up too, they all had stopped asking questions about what you two did with your time.

It was late during the day, one evening when the sun was setting and the stars started to appear in the sky, Professors and students alike started to follow the trail of water left in the stone floors of the castle, the worry rising as they all wondered what had gotten inside the halls of Hogwarts that left such a trail as if someone carried buckets of water only to pour them all over the floor. In the end they found you and Regulus, sitting in one of the balconies of the second floor. You were both dead silent, sitting close to each other as if you were glued; your hair was flat and sticking to your face while Regulus’ lips turned a deep shade of purple and his skin became more lighter than anyone thought possible. Both of your teeth chattered as a puddle of water formed at your feet, but you refused to move. A crowd formed before you but neither one of you said a word, eyes narrowed and empty of any emotion as you stared into the void. It wasn’t until the shock had left the Professor's bodies that they jumped into action and made you both go get changed, breaking the crowd with the help of the prefects until there was no one left but you two and the professors. You never said a word about what happened, no one ever knew what had you both in such a state; and even after the month's worth of detention you said nothing, not to a Professor or to other students.

People stopped wondering about you two after that.

“It could be a monster.” he said, pointing his finger at the tallest part of the fountain “See, that’s the head of the monster,” his finger lowered, making shapes in the air as he narrated the image in his head “This part here is the splashing water from the sea and all the thicker parts of ice are the tentacles.”

You tilted your head, side glancing between him and the frozen water. He turned his eyes to you, watching as you tried to follow his description. Your eyes widened and you sat straight, turning to him with a smile “Merlin.” you breathed out “You’ve finally lost your mind!”

He glared at you, a smirk forming quickly on his face. You were laughing loudly, holding onto your stomach as you threw your head back, when immediately you rolled back with the force of something hitting you right across the face. You fell with a squeal, the last image that Regulus saw of you being your eyes wide as you flew your arms up in the air trying to hold onto something.

“Regulus. Black.” you muttered, your head barely peeking from behind the mountain of snow you fell over “I’m going to kill you!” you yelled, sitting in the cold snow as you threw a snowball at him, one he easily dodged.

“Try actually hitting me first.” he mocked, the glint in his eyes daring as you jumped to your feet. He had run over the opposite side of the fountain, the both of you mirroring the others movements like a hunter and a prey. Which one were you? That was to be seen.

“Oh, don’t try me.” you said, trying to put on your meanest face which only made Regulus smile widen. In his eyes you were anything but menacing.

But he was too occupied watching you try to be intimidating and you knew that, he never registered the fact that your hands were moving where he could not see them, a snowball on each hand ready to attack. You threw the first one, missing him on purpose to watch him peak his head to mock you, and then, you took your chance.

“Ha!” you yelled in triumph, throwing your hands in the air as the snow stuck to his face and rolled down to his scarf. “Take that, you...NO!” you laughed, starting to run as you saw his face morph into one that let you know he was the hunter.

You ran as fast as you could, not once looking back as you knew it would only slow you down but he was faster, the feeling of his arms coming around your waist and lifting you up the ground only making you scream in delight as he spun you around. Your arms and legs fought in the air to get him to let you go but he had a strong grip on you, so you did the only thing that could save you now, become dead weight.

“What are you doing?” he asked, once you stopped fighting him “Y/N…” But he reacted too late, letting all your weight go onto him, he stumbled back, falling on his back with a thud that only worsened with your weight falling on top of him. “Merlin.” he whispered, his voice out of breath.

You quickly rolled to his side, both of you staring at the sky as you laid on the ground not once minding the snow soaking the back of your clothes, soft smiles on both of your faces as you lived inside the bubble you created. No one could bother you there.

“Want to go to the library?” you asked, turning your face to him. He turned his face to you in thought and you rolled your eyes. As if it was even a question “C’mon.” you said, getting to your feet and helping him as well.

He took hold of your hand and linked your arm with his, starting your walk to the library “Y/N.” he called.

“Yes?” you asked him, not turning to look at him but listening carefully.

“Do you want to go to the Christmas party with me?” he asked.

You turned to look at him, the smile that formed in your face reaching your eyes as you nodded “I would be delighted.” you said “Although, you know it will only fuel the rumor that we are dating, right?” you informed him, raising an eyebrow at him.

He thought about it, his lips in a line as he looked down at you “I’m fine with it if you are.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

You both nodded in confirmation, continuing your path to the library like it was any other day.

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Friday morning came around faster than you ever thought possible, the last day of classes you had to endure and then you were free for weeks. But it also saddened you to leave Regulus behind, even if it was for a couple of weeks, you were sure you would miss him, going from spending time with him everyday to not seeing or hearing anything from him was going to be hard. You could only hope that one day you could celebrate the holidays together.

You had asked your mother if he could visit and she gladly agreed, even your father was eager to know the only friend you cared to mention in your letters. You had jumped and danced when she said Regulus could go home with you, running the halls to find him and tell him the good news. Sadly, he couldn’t go back to your home with you. Walburga Black was very strict with her sons being out of home for the holidays, a celebration for the family and family alone. Regulus color drained from his face at the mere thought of not being home for Christmas, so you didn’t insist. You told your family you would be staying at Hogwarts with Regulus, even if it was a lie, you prefered to be at Hogwarts than spend the entire winter break bored inside the walls of your home.

Officially, the classes ended that day. However, the students who wished to assist to the party were allowed to stay three more days at Hogwarts, until the day the party was being celebrated.

You still had until the party to be with him before you had to go your separate ways.

“Good morning.” you greeted Regulus, going to sit across from him at the end of the Ravenclaw table “You’re up early.” you said, giving him a soft smile.

“More like you’re late.” he said, looking up at you with a knowing look “Let me guess. Five more minutes turned into half an hour?” he asked.

You groaned loudly, rolling your head “Maybe…” you mumbled, glancing between the table and his knowing look. You dropped the fork in your hand with a huff “How do you know?” you asked with a groan.

He shrugged his shoulders “Maybe we’ve developed a mental connection and I can read your mind.” he said, giving you a funny look.

You dropped everything you had in your hands and leaned down on the table, staring into his eyes as he mirrors your movements “Tell me what I’m thinking about. Go.” you said.

Regulus stared deep into your eyes, and as you tried to focus on his gaze your attention drifted, the sound of laughter and the voice that hadn’t left your mind for days making it the more difficult to stay focused. Looking over his shoulder you saw him, standing next to Peter as he wrapped his arm over his shoulder, muttering something in his direction that made all four boys erupted in laughter.

Sirius most have felt your gaze on him, looking over Peter’s shoulder he met your eyes. You felt the air get stuck in your lungs, as natural as the act of breathing, he winked in your way and directed his attention back to his friends like nothing ever happened.

Regulus' voice broke you out of your haze, taking in a deep breath that caught his attention. He stared at you and then turned to where your eyes were glued, the now empty space where not a second ago his brother and his friends stood.

“Are you in shock because I did guess what you were thinking and we did develop a mental connection or you just had a revelation?” he asked “Y/N?” he called for you again.

Wide eyed you stared at him, opening your mouth with no words coming out from it. What had just happened?

Luckily for you, the owls saved you. The sound of wings filling the Great Hall as packages and letters started to drop in front of students. You and Regulus always watched from afar as everyone got their mail, the both of you knowing it was only on Mondays when you got letters. So it came as a surprise when an owl flew over you, dropping a small package in front of you.

As you stared with confusion at the small box, Regulus followed the owl with his eyes “I know that owl.” he muttered before he turned to you once more “What is it?” he asked.

You took the box, turning it in your hands before you shook your head “No.” you said, throwing it to Regulus “You open it.”

“Why me?” he asked, sliding the package back to your side of the table “It has your name in it.” he stated.

You argued back and forth for a couple of minutes before you finally ran out of patience “Fine, I’ll open it.” you grunted, taking the box from him and slamming it on the table.

With quick movements you untied the golden bow that kept it closed, the lid loosening enough so you could take it off. Softly you took it away, staring at the inside for a second too long. A blue rose.

“I think someone is asking you to the party.” Regulus said, his eyes fixed on the Rose.

You moved to look up at him and then back at the small rose. It was beautiful and ...normal. Muggle. A smile was drawn on your face as you picked it up, being a witch you would have expected a show from a gift like that one, to find a charmed rose that flourished right before your eyes but this one was a single normal rose, the more you thought was done to it being the color. Your house color.

You let out a nervous laugh, hiding the Rose before anyone could see it. “Well, that’s too bad for them.” you said, shoving the box inside your bag “Because I already have a date.” you said, smiling tightly at him “And I wouldn’t change it for anything. We will have the best night of our lives so far, we’ll have fun and possibly embarrass ourselves.”

Regulus nodded, but gave no answer to what you had said.

“You know who this is from?” he asked you.

Your eyes snapped up at him and you shook your head “No idea.” you mumbled.

But deep down you knew, looking past Regulus and to the Gryffindor table, grey eyes already staring at you.

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burningcollectionsandwich · 3 years ago

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my top 10 favourite game characters

im not much of a gamer person as i normally watch random stuff on youtube, draw or read goosebumps books, but when i do play games, HOLY CRAP some of the game characters i encounter are flipping awesome. i wont give much information about these characters away because i dont want to give out spoilers. so i made a top 10 list of my favourite game characters (in my opinion)

(i dont own any of these gifs, characters or games)

number 10 = Lisa from PT Silent Hill

ah lisa, the first ever game character to scare the ever living hell out of me and cause major paranoia whenever i was alone. and thats what i love about her. to me, making me feel paranoia and having me look behind my back constantly, thats true horror to me and its flipping awesome. i also like her design as shes disturbing and the way she walks towards you while twitching violently as well as making noises that sounds like shes sobbing, perfect horror dude

number 9 = Nemisis from Resident Evil 3

holy crap this dude is awesome, design and power wise. first of all his appearances is awesome, just look at him, he reminds me of “the thing” from the horror movie “the thing” but as a humanoid, that and his height makes him a very intimidating character and i love it. and his power, that he literally adapts to everything makes him a very good boss to fight. awesome. i was very happy to see that he was added to dead by daylight

number 8 = Junkrat or Jamison Fawkes from Overwatch

i flipping love this idiot. i always pick junkrat whenever im playing overwatch to the point that im pretty much an expert now (im kidding, im no where near expert level). i also really like his personality as hes super smart when it comes to building stuff, yet he pretty much acts like a insane child and i love it

number 7 = The Huntress or Anna from Dead by Daylight

holy crap the huntress is awesome, hard to play against though, but still good. the huntress is a really cool character as her design is intimidating, her terror radius is her humming, which is very creepy to hear, and her ability to launch axes at you, bloody hell it is very hard to win a match against her when your a survivor. i also really like her backstory as well (i wont reveal it incase i spoil it for anyone who doesnt know)

number 6 = Sans the Skeleton from Undertale

ive liked the character of sans ever since he met frisk in the game, as he is a very interesting and mysterious character, i also like how hes very laid back but very protective over his brother papyrus. its been god know how long and i still cant beat his boss fight

number 5 = Clementine from Telltales the Walking Dead

clementine! i love clementine, we literally watched this character grow up throughout the games from season 1 when she was only 8-9 years all to season 4 when shes 17? (i think shes 17? sorry if im wrong), and throughout the seasons she just became more and more badass and awesome. (its been 6 years and i still have no idea if im spelling her name correctly or not. shes still awesome though)

number 4 = Mono from Little Nightmares 2

i love the character of mono, hes awesome, hes badass, hes adorable, literally everything about him is awesome. hes also really kind too, helping six throughout the game and saving them countless times (hell i even dressed up as him for comic con, hes really cool)

number 3 = Sal Fisher/Sally Face and Larry Johnson from Sally Face

how could i not put this gif. i actually couldnt pick between which character i liked the best between these 2 because i love them equally. sal is really kind and cool, and larry is awesome and protective, espesially over sal. theyre honestly the perfect team

number 2 = John Doe from Telltales Batman the Enemy Within

ayyy the guy that started my blog in the first place (its true, my blog was a batman telltale series blog before it became a goosebumps blog). john is my favourite character in the telltale games mainly because of how funny and awkward he is, half of the things he does and says is hilarious to me, plus when he turns into the vigilante joker, THATS when hes at his best, he tries so hard to be a hero and i love literally every scene hes in

number 1 = Yuka Mochida from Corpse Party Blood Covered

sorry i had to use a gif from the anime because i couldnt find a gif of her in any of the games. i remember watching corpse party for the first time when i was 13 years old and ever since then, yuka has been always been my favourite character. she has to be one of the kindest characters in the corpse party games, and i flipping love that, especially given the extremely dangerous situations shes in (trust me, the situations are very dangerous). also shes flipping adorable

guys i highly recommend these games, they are flipping awesome (the games are: PT Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Overwatch, Dead by Daylight, Undertale, Telltale’s the Walking Dead, Little Nightmares 2, Sally Face, Telltale’s Batman the Enemy Within, and Corpse Party Blood Covered. they are all really cool)

what are you guys’s favourite video game characters, honestly i would love to know?

(i dont own any of these gifs, characters or games)

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What kind of relationship do Boo and Husk have? Has it changed much from when they were alive to now that they're in hell? Does it change when they find out?

My thoughts are questions and "oooooh" and maybe an owo face bouncing around like a windows screensaver :V and a little half formed idea about Boo and Husk going to a cafe after they find out, trying to have a "normal" father/daughter day out (and maybe failing, though I'm imagining it in a "that's okay, our relationship can be whatever it is" way), but idk what that'd look like yet or if either of them would have any interest in attempting to have a "normal" father/daughter relationship. Maybe they can have a healthier relationship than what much of society considers normal, with Husk recognizing she's a fully grown adult and that he only rarely needs to be her dad because she's got this. Or maybe she wants him to be her dad more, maybe they want to make up for lost time, or maybe there was no time lost at all. :VVVV This is just a longer way of asking the questions I wrote at the top though, plus "maybe... cafe daddy/daughter date?? Purrhaps........"

OKAY NOW IVE THOUGHT OF AL DOING CAT PUNS CONSTANTLY TOO

Feel free to cut out any of that in your answer, this is longggg

I'm gonna legit answer this ask as an ask because I'm tired and don't wanna mess up your formatting.

BUT HOLY SHIT WHAT AN ASK.

So, when they were alive, Husk never even knew he HAD a daughter. Perhaps it was a one night stand that ended in an oopsie on her mother's part. Perhaps it was a girlfriend or even a wife that he left, or maybe she left him first for whatever reason. Either way, he never found out, and she never met him in life.

That said...my friend @hazbinbargainbin and I did delve into how they find out - but it was for our Silent Hill AU that kinda flopped? No one in my group's said anything about it for a while. I can tell you what was said though! The plan was for them to find out when one of the monsters they ended up fighting was revealed to be Husk's ex and Boo's mother at the same time. They both recognized the monster as such, and then they realized that they were indeed related.

Until that discovery was made, though, they actually got along pretty well! Boo was actually one of the people to head back to the hotel in that AU and rescue Husk. After that they were the ones to sort of make plans for scavenging and actually going out to scavenge. They were always on the same page and they'd often compliment each other and make playful jabs in each other's direction. It's a great dynamic.

Moving on from discovery though. Boo never had a true father figure in her life. Hell she barely had a mother figure, given how hers was always sick and in bed for one reason or another. She had a step-father, of course, but that Did Not Go Well. I haven't gone into detail about it yet, but as I use her more - and by God I plan to now - it'll eventually come out into the open.

So, for her to find out that Husk is her father...yes, she's an adult, but she would still want him to be a father for her. They would definitely need to make up for lost time, because they never had time to begin with!

This is a longer way of saying...yes. Café daddy/daughter date. I would 100% write that.

And Alastor would think it was the cat's pajamas.

#save.#ooc.#do // not //// reblog.

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sanchoyo · 3 years ago

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danny phantom, season 3 episodes 3-6 thoughts!

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-johnny was actually pretty civil with danny and left when he asked! thats nice. also, SKULKER?? HAD A FRAMED PICTURE OF EMBER?? oooo fuck wait had they established they were a Thing Before?? I dont think so. thats weird. its like that country boy/goth girl meme lmfao. I think i am going to choose to ignore this new info and pretend I didnt hear it. 100% unrelated to the jazz/ember fanart I already drew and posted....😳

-LADIES NIGHT EPISODE THIS IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT. wish it didnt really center around the guys or them being pissed at them, but. willing to bet this was written by men lol

-THEY ERASED ALL THE MEN??? meanwhile, jack and danny are fishing at. silent hill or something. im glad jack is trying to read a parenting book and making an Attempt. (theyre at lake erie, but, they made it actually eerie...thats fun)

-the girls alt outfits...cute. EMBER MADE A NEW SONG TOO!!! kinda. jazz being one of the backup singers and being AWFUL. NOOOO

-'how are we going to get kitty to blow a kiss?' 'she'll have to think there are still some males in town!' ...i dont know how to break it to you, but I dont know that a 100% het girl would wish for all men to Begone. I think. I mean im not a het or a girl so I dont really know for sure. she Is probably Bi tho. esp having the other ladies in town chanting NO MEN!!! excitedly............(then again, the kiss is to get Rid of men, so, she probably would have blown it at the ladies only if they were actively trying to attack/stop them, so...I MEAN. THE DRESSING LIKE DANNY BIT WAS SO EXTRA)

-I feel like an all female cast ep couldve been way way way way cooler than that was. like. why was it still somehow all about Men. ...anyway. (where was valerie...)

-next ep opens with the observants, and, way way more of them than I expected...existed? I mean I guess them being a council/jury of some kind is what I expected from their first appearance (bc at that time they were basically TELLING clockwork to kill danny, not asking,, so I figured they had SOME kind of authority) but. there were so many. anyway, here goes vlad! letting his own hubris go brrrr. releasing a weather ghost for political gain! #justvladthings

-okay say what you will about him (he IS an asshole) but having an umbrella with his own face on it and more prepared to share is SUPER FUNNY. and him being fanned by huge wads of money by his bodyguards. SO ineffective but so Dramatic. He UNDERSTANDS that if youre rich you need to be. you know. obnoxious and kinda eccentric about it! fuckign hate when rich people are boring about it. I would trust vlad with nothing except to not be a boring rich asshole who wears...fucking khaki or some shit. man knows his Presentation Skills. and that 'V' chair in his mayoral office. is that fucking embroidered?

-maddie get your MAN PLEEEEASSSE. IM SO EMBARRASSED FOR HER. the way jack stays simping for this man. in FRONT OF HIS WIFE!!!! ...my god its like a love triangle. jack clearly loves vlad, who loves maddie, who loves jack. jack fenton is at the very least bi, right................. this is an OBSESSION . 'THE V MAN COMETH'???? i...my god. (also, on a serious note, to have a friend THIS SUPPORTIVE...and still be SUCH A DICK TO HIM (TRYING TO KILL HIM AND STEAL HIS WIFE??) NOT COOL VLAD. JACK IS YOUR 1 AND /ONLY/ HYPE MAN. if someone loved and supported me THIS HARD...LIKE. CMON DUDE.

-STOMP the fucking GAS, JACK

-this would make a great shirt design, looks like a metal band design! we love The Maelstrom

-oh, so vlad did in fact get a mansion in amity park. and its purple! good color choice! not as flashy as a CASTLE or MURDER CABIN, but still pretty eccentric, which I appreciate.

-...vlad knows the difference between picasso and da vinci? in the ep last post where we were watching him fail at conquering every historical time ever he didnt seem to know history well enough to like. be effective...was vlad taking art history at college?? (was he an art MAJOR??? we never DID KNOW WHAT HE WENT TO SCHOOL FOR. I kinda assumed business because in the masters of time ep he was still rich without ghost powers so he had to have..known something about business or something, right...but also, art and or theater FITS HIS PERSONALITY. possibly also something science-y, I guess, but I always felt like he got roped into that, esp how pessimistic he was about the ghost portal in the flashbacks to college, like, i felt like he was just there for maddie and was uninterested/un-invested at the time...)

-THIS GHOST JUST ELECTROCUTED MADDIE (THE CAT) BITCH!! THATS MY FAVORITE MADDIE!!! vlad going after vortex and being ~shocked~ .....WHEN. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN. THAT YOUR ACTIONS. HAVE CONSEQUENCES!!!

-the way this random man with a camera sees the mayor laying in an alley covered in TRASH AND DECIDES TO TAKE A PICTURE HAHAH

*snap* this ones going in my cringe compilation!

-vlad 'if we're going to defeat vortex, we're going to have to do it together!' *immediately dips after dropping danny off in front of vortex* JKASDFHKJHJKN

-DANNY CAN DUPLICATE!!! ...he couldnt even attack with it, but he DID IT!!! INTO (4) OF HIMSELF!!! SO PROUD!!!!!!!!!!

-'THE ROLLER COASTER EMOTIONS OF A TEENAGER THREATEN MY PLANS!' ...0 self awareness of his own dramatic moodiness. incredible, how dumb this man is. its very close to circling around to endearing, if he was less of an asshole. at least its very very funny to see danny shooting him with tiny lightning bolts anytime he's even slightly irritated! vlad you should be nice to danny anyway. this is what you GET

-...making sandwiches and ice cream and playing video games with your nephew is a totally normal thing. WHY is vlad acting like this is the end of the world. if you were a GOOD UNCLE YOU WOULD ALREADY BE DOING THESE THINGS!!! bitch I make my nephew food all the time and dont forget what he does and doesnt like. if u didnt know danny didnt want tomatoes, thats on u. if u, a grown adult, are gonna piss of the 14 yr old by not letting him win, u deserve to have to pay for the arcade machines he ruins because he now has uncontrollable storm powers because YOU THREW HIM INTO A FIGHT WITH THE STORM GHOST. fuck u vlad. paypal me $400,000 while ur at it tho. (also, gamer vlad confirmed)

-VLAD CAN COOK THOUGH???! I assumed he had...people working for him that did that. I mean. billionaires usually dont do that. then again, we've only seen those vultures working for him (and I guess the dairy king was AT his old mansion, but it was never really clarified if he worked there...I think he probably just Hung Out and they Enjoyed Cheeses Together. thats what I think, I dont think a KING would be working for anyone and also the dairy king was nice <3) but then again he would be a private person and we cant have anyone accidentally finding Ghostly Things, so...still, that's hilarious. pour one out for that really cute banana split that got ruined 2 seconds later

-vlad just fucking picking danny up and THROWING HIM AT VORTEX TWICE WITHIN LIKE A MINUTE. JUST ABSOLUTELY LAUNCHING HIM. BITCH THATS MY SON BE CAREFUL!!! HES GOT ORGANS AND THINGS!!!!

-danny seeing those animal commercials and feeling sad is the biggest 2000s throwback so far. i legitimately had to change the channel or walk out of the room when those came on bc id CRY AND BE SAD ABOUT THEM FOR DAYS AFTER. fuck those commercials and fuck that IN THE ARMMMS OF AN ANGELLLL song 😭

-'vlads ego almost got the town destroyed!' yes danny thats the entire episode. the entire series anytime vlad shows up honestly. this episode was just him being really embarrassing the entire time, and, me laughing about it. 10/10 would laugh at him again

-NEXT EP WE HAVE A SHAPESHIFTING GHOST?? I've said it before but shapeshifting is the power I would want when asked those 'what superpower do you want' questions...its the Best power! this guy looks like a homestuck character. ive never read homestuck but thats the vibe

-I love every time we see tuckers family, they are by far the most functional family. and dash has a lil chihuahua!!! named pookie!!! i am crying (I've had 3 chihuahuas, so I am very biased, but...) AND HE WATCHES THE ROMANCE CHANNEL WITH POOKIE. POOKIE I WILL DIE FOR YOU YOU SWEET LITTLE BABY.

-danny can lift a bus! I shouldn't be surprised, but i am proud of my son. hes got lil kid fans. i am going to cry about this

-JAZZ KEEPS A SCRAPBOOK WITH DANNY'S LIL HEROICS AND NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS!!! we've actually seen it on her floor before, but I didnt realize it was a scrapbook!! thats sooo cute.

-...and danny has to stand there listening to his parents saying danny phantom sucks and is a 'filthy ghost' and calling him egotistical...i am once again stealing their kids!

-THIS GHOST RIPPING JAZZ'S SCRAPBOOK!!! ILL KILL YOU. SHE WORKED HARD ON THAT!!! BITCH

-yes, maddie, the one with red eyes is For Sure Actually Your Son. ignore the, red eyes... (CLEARLY she hasnt watched the other 2 eps where danny has been evil, she doesnt know red eyes= evil!!!)

-'billy fenton'.......................

-danny being stuck as phantom in his own house, no way out is a fucking NIGHTMARE. his parents pointing giant weapons against him and SHOOTING AT HIM. THIS IS A HORROR MOVIE.

-NINE INCH NAILS POSTER.

-this is the most screenshot of all time

-amorpho turning into mr. lancer because hes 'someone no one will want to be around' BUT HES WRONG, I WOULD BEFRIEND AND HANG OUT WITH MR LANCER SO FAST.

-tucker dressing as danny, now I have the full Tucker set of him being sam and also being danny. also saying 'the ghost...uh...RIPPED MY FACE OFF.' and then running. SMOOTH. NOT AT ALL CONCERNING TO ANY PARENTS.

-sam accepts the toast from jack. and then 2 seconds later is like 'why am i eating this.' THIS SHOWS HUMOR IS SO UNEXPECTED SOMETIMES ITS REALLY GOOD. and then the scene after, mr lancer running into his ghost doppelganger and being like 'YOURE GORGOUS' THEN FAINTING. I AM CRYING. AND DASH FAINTING TOO.

-sam disguising herself as danny again to help tucker run from the fentons. but leaving him shirtless in the streets. incredible. 'plEASE DOnt NOTice MY FACELessNESS I MUST LIVE IN EXILE' this episode is destroying me the humor in this show is exactly my brand of corny and cheesy

-the impromtu story made up by danny and amorpho to explain stuff to the fentons. my god they are both such bad liars. but amorpho is a good egg. wish danny wouldnt have said he didnt wanna see him in town again!! I want him to be reoccurring. not that thats gonna matter since I'm almost done with the series, but the idea of this being the Only Time We See him is :(

-NEXT EP SAYS STARRING MARK HAMILL??????!!! hello ! mr . joker....mr. star wars.... I feel like I should be. idk. taking off a hat im not wearing in respect. I shouldnt be surprised tho bc hes in a lot of cartoons as a very good voice actor, and dp has already had a lot of talented ones so I've been looking out for ones I might know, but....mr. hamill....

-sam has her own greenhouse, names all the plants, and says thank you to them (in the languages from where the plants are from) whenever she harvests from them. thats SO cute. and her lil gothy lunch box...

-and danny's lil red fuzzy lined jacket!!! ive said it before but every time the characters get alt outfits im like :D

-danny has ice powers now!!! THATS WHAT FROSTBITE MEANT. HE KNEW SOMEHOW WAY BACK THEN

-THIS SHOW NEVER LETS YOU FORGET VLAD IS A BILLIONAIRE, HUH.

-danny's lil 'holy hibiscus!' first off the 50s batman swearing is hilarious. 2nd. my username is from the flower sanchoyo hibiscus, so, shoutout to ME this ep. hi :)

-EURGH UNDERGROWTH MAKING EVERYONE PLANT ZOMBIES. HIVEMIND PLOTS SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME. and this dude made the city SO overtaken so quickly like how long was danny asleep?? oh god

-evil fucked up sam! now the whole trio has gone evil at some point! the voice actress did a really, really good job with making her sound like a zombie...

-frostbite's paws are so so so big compared to danny. oh my god. i want to hug the snow dog...

-the far frozen has an advanced medical stuff!!! very cool. very smart snow dogs

-im so glad danny has a friendly ghost snow dad to explain this new power and teach him!!! this is so sweet. DANNY'S GHOST SENSE WAS A PART OF HIS ICE POWER?? OOOH. COOL. we love a training montage!!!

-danny saying if he cant defeat overgrowth, that he'd want to stay with frostbite...oh my god...do you think this is the first real supportive adult figure in his life (I am NOT counting his parents because they threaten him on the daily even if they dont realize it.) I mean mr lancer is a Teacher, but he was also nice but this is different, but this is a GHOST WHO IS WILLING TO HELP HIM with his powers and also will help him when hes injured and is so so nice and comparatively so much more mature than 90% of the adults in this show!!!! god. dad frostbite is my everything.

-the framing and lighting this episode, and all the angles...they went all OUT and it looks really really good. this is my nightmare scenario, tho. like, FUCK zombies and dead city zones and hivemind shit. and using the humans as 'nutrients for the children' i am going to THROW UP.

-MALEFICENT VIBES WITH THE HORNS AND GREEN EYES! this costume kicks so much ass. sam is now mark hamills daughter, I guess.

-danny's ice powers making his eyes blue!!! thats neat. and him going for the roots underground was SO SMART. i will not stand for danny ever thinking hes stupid, hes SO smart.

almost done with the show... :"( thats a sad thought!!!

#sanchoyorambles #dp thoughts #danny phantom

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techgoddessdeluxe18 · 4 years ago

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SidGeno Parent Trap AU!

Will someone please write this i stayed up till 1 aimlessly typing this, ive already fleshed it out for you pleaseee

So Sid and Geno played together as Rookies for the Penguins in the 2005-2009 seasons, lighting up the NHL world as they had done always, slowly finding love and happiness together (after the Me 3 years Super league convo, you saw how blushy Sid was), quietly getting married in an discreet court house somewhere in Pittsburgh, having blissfully unprotected sex before and after the 2009 Stanley Cup win, just happy and in love and their life and success was just beginning to blossom.

But Sid finds out that he’s been pregnant with twins for some time now, having been nearly 12 weeks pregnant already by the time the final round was played. Geno finds out that there are some legal issues from escaping the KHL in order to play for the Penguins, and so to settle some ruffled governmental feathers, it would be best if Geno went back to Russia to fulfill those duties. Sid is extremely worried about the awful timing of the pregnancy and the sheer amount of alcohol consumed during the Cup celebrations, and Geno is worried about Russia ever letting him out of the country, or worse; finding about his relationship with Sid.

They hole up in a remote corner of Canada for the off season, just trying to soak in the time they have together before Geno goes back to Russia. Days are spent going to doctors visits, holding hands as they walk around the lake, cuddling on the couch at night, Geno’s big hands rubbing Sid’s belly, little feet kicking as hard as they can, while Sid giggles and twists round to kiss Geno.

Sid safely delivers the babies, two identical adorable boys, who have thankfully have not had birth defects as Sid was fearing, and so the rest of the off season is spent trying to decide what to do, how they could go back to their respective corners of the world and try to raise their kids. They agree to split the kids, and keep silent on where they came from.

Geno returns to Russia with a little baby boy, who will mostly be taken care of by his mother and father. Sid does the same, heading back to Cole Harbor more often than he would during the season, always glued to his phone and even taking phone calls from his mother on game days.

So then the actual story goes, 16 year old Daniel Patrick Crosby and Dimitri Evgenevich Malkin meet at Worlds to play for their respective countries, and like a random dinner clash between Russia and Canada find Daniel and Dimitri really confused because they look exactly the same; dark curly hair, strong solid bodies, angular doe eyes. Their teammates chirp them, saying they wouldn’t know who was who if they switched sweaters before the tournament.

They meet up again after Russia wins, meeting in Daniel’s hotel room while his roommate is away. They’re like

“oh when were you born? September 1st, 2009”.

“Oh shit me too”.

“ oh who’s your parents?”

“Evgeni Malkin, big KHL superstar”

“Sidney Crosby” because duh who doesn’t know the greatest player ever.

Maybe they have a ripped picture like in the movie, like with Sid and Geno holding the Stanley Cup like they did in 2017. Daniel has Sid, and Dimitri has Geno, and they’re like “ yeah Dad never talked about who Papa was, but that he loved him, but they couldn’t be together”. So they whip out the picture halves, stashed in their wallets, and tada they fit. They’re twins!

Since the tournament for them is over, Russia with the gold and Canada with silver, they have a few days to themselves to watch the rest. On a midnight run to Tim Hortons, sharing a box of Timbits, they agree to swap places to meet each other’s dad, and then switch back during the Olympics, let say it’s somewhere in America, in a few months time. Daniel and Dimitri spend the next precious days coaching each other on how to be each other. Daniel is conveniently mostly conversational in Russian and can understand better than he speaks, but Dimitri is a quiet kid so it works out. Dimitri works hard to soften his Russian accent and worm eh into his normal syntax more. They get haircuts together, the barber laughing at these rambunctious twins and their beautiful curly hair, and they laugh at the ridiculous stripes they agree to shave onto the sides of their heads.

Before they separate at the airport, they exchange necklaces, a #45 from Daniel and a cross from Dimitri.

Dimitri flies back to Cole Harbor, and finds his dad waiting for him. He looks older than the picture he has, more lines on his face, Definetly shorter and grey-er hair, and sad eyes. If Sid notices his son hugging him tightly and for longer than he normally does, he doesn’t say anything. They chat through the drive home, to the lake house that Daniel told him about. Dimitri can only stare and try and absorb who this man was, the man who birthed him. Sid asks him if he’s ok as they eat dinner on the dock, bare feet dipping into the cold water. Dimitri can only mumble “you’re the best”, as he snuggles his head into his fathers chest. Sid can’t help but think that his son’s voice sounds different; the way he pronounced best sounded just like Geno.

Daniel manages to not say too much on the flight back to Russia, desperately trying to memorize more vocab and grammar before landing and being picked up by his grandparents. The cooing and lecturing is the same in either English or Russian, so he smiles and just lets it wash over him. He tentatively asks where his Papa is, and Grandmama Malkin says he’s probably wining and dining his latest girl. They go home and Daniel is stuffed full of food, everything Grandmama could have possibly made for his arrival. Geno comes home later that night, tired but eager to congratulate his son for winning Gold for Russia. He notices that his son perhaps looks a little different, ruffling the funny haircut that he had gotten, but more at the expression of awe on his face; a similar expression Sid had on his face when he told him he usually went out last before a game, many many years ago.

So yadada ya, they’re enjoying the time that they have with their respective dads, occasionally wringing out a small story or a sad look of their faces whenever they mention anything about each other. So the Olympics are rolling around, and they’re all going to be in one place (lets just say that Sid and Geno had never attempted to make contact whenever they played against each other, afraid that they might get caught) But Daniel has frantically been calling Dimitri over Geno’s new girl and how he might propose and would ruin their plan to get their parents back together.

Shenanigans during the Olympics, one groups disappearing before the other can see them, until Geno is in the elevator shmoozing his girl until he sees THE ASS tm across the room by the front desk. Sid turns around and just smiles sadly as the elevator door closes.

Then the scene where Sid is walking down the hall and Dimitri and Daniel open the doors at the same time and suddenly Sid is confronted with what he thinks is the son he hasn’t seen in 16 years. They pull him into a room, and explain the whole swicheroo, and Sid is mad because there’s nothing they can really do, he’s prepared to let Geno move on and do what’s he needs to, but resigns himself to being alone.

Then the pool scene, where Geno and his girl are lounging with his parents, and Sid walks his fine ass down the stairs and Geno falls in, scrapes up his nose a bit, Sid bandages him up a bit. Daniel and Dimitri reveal themselves to Geno.

Some time in between tournaments, with Russia and Canada on the rise to be competing for the Gold Final, Daniel and Dimitri bully their fathers into a family dinner at a nice restaurant. They cut a handsome swath at dinner, good looking men in good looking suits. Geno instinctually files in last, whether it being his remembered deal with Sid, or merely to ogle a bit as he pushes in Sid’s seat for dinner. For fun, after dinner, they find a nearly empty outdoor rink, equipped with rental skates. Daniel and Dimitri take off, chirping each other and racing and checking each other into the low boards enough for Dimitri to flip over and out of the rink, Daniel wheezing with laughter as Dimitri hefts himself back over. Sid and Geno skate around at a sedate pace, both having played a round that day and simply watching their sons fool around. They don’t say much. They can’t really. They can only quietly enjoy each others presence, wondering where had all the time gone, all the plans they had had.

The final round for Mens Ice Hockey has arrived, Russia vs Canada for Gold, and Daniel and Dimitri can only watch and wonder to see who will come out on top, and what will happen with their parents, watching as Geno checks Sid into the boards. Sid refuses to give up, and so Canada ends up winning the Gold. Like the 2014 picture where Geno and Sid hug after the game, what the camera doesn’t see but their sons see from behind the glass is the shaking hands of Geno and the single tear from Sid.

Like in the movie, before everyone hops onto their respective planes to their respective corners of the world, Sid and Geno make sure their sons aren’t faking this time, and that they go back to who they belong to. It’s how it has to be.

Cue the rain sequence, the sad music, the umbrellas.

Sid and Daniel return to Cole Harbor, still down pouring and quiet. They don’t say anything in the car ride back to the lake house. They finally arrive at home, and take some time to unpack and get comfortable. They silently look at each other, each longing for their other halves. Daniel had become so close to Dimitri, finding out who he was and planning the whole quest to meet their fathers. Sid just missed his husband, and playing against him after fighting so hard to play with him just made him wish for retirement sooner. They hug, and with Daniel under Sids arm, quietly wander down the bank of the hill towards the dock.

Although there seem to be two people already sitting there, with their feet in the water. Geno and Dimitri turn around, identical smug looks on their faces. Dimitri says, his accent hovering somewhere between the hard Russian accent and the rounded Canadian pronunciation, “hey Dad, did you know the Penguins still have those private jets?”

“Ye-yeah, they do bud”, Sid murmurs, still looking at the tall Russian slowly making his way towards him. Daniel duck out from under his arm to sit with his twin and watch the two goofballs that are their parents figure it out.

“I made mistake of not coming for you once, Sid. I’m not do that again, no matter how brave you are.” Geno says

“And I suppose you expect me to go weak at the knees and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically and say we’ll just figure this whole thing out, a bi-continental relationship with our sons being raised here and there, and you and I just picking up where we left off, and growing old together and… And, c’mon G, what do you expect? To live happily ever after?” Sid warbles, his tired eyes welling up with long withheld tears.

“Yes—to all, except you don’t have cry hysterically.” Geno murmurs, cupping Sid’s face and wiping a lone tear as it falls.

“Oh, yes I do—” Sid is cut off as he is kissed (AKA THE BEST KISS SCENE EVER, CUE THE MUSIC)

Daniel and Dimitri can only grin and fist bump as their parents finally kiss after 16 years apart. They put and end to it when Geno starts to dip Sid into a deeper, more lurid kiss and some major groping, and they push both of them into the water.

During the epilogue with This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by Natalie Cole, scenes flash by of Geno and Sid holding hands in front of a press conference, their sons standing by their sides, as they announce their retirements from both the NHL and KHL after 20 years, and their relationship and their sons to the hockey community.

Another scene where Daniel and Dimitri attention Shattuck St. Mary’s to finish up high school before inevitable being drafted when they turn 18. It would be the first and only time they play together on the same team, Crosby-Malkin proudly spelled onto the back of their sweaters.

Another scene where they’re all playing shinny on a frozen pond somewhere, Geno getting distracted and just sweeping Sid into his arms after he scores a goal, kissing and swinging around until they both fall into a snowbank, their sons launching themselves at them at top speed.

Another scene where Daniel Crosby-Malkin from the Chicago Blackhawks and Dimitri Crosby-Malkin from the Dallas Stars face off for a Stanley Cup final

And finally, a small wedding held in Sid’s backyard in Nova Scotia, where Daniel and Dimitri stand with Flower and Tanger and Kuni and Duper and Talbo and most of Geno’s Russian buddies as their parents finally get married again, kissing happily under the sunset and the lake shining behind them.

Bonus scene: A few months after the wedding and a few days before the season starts up again, with everyone home, Sid comes down the stairs for breakfast with a strange look on his face and something in his hands. He’s a graceful 43 now, grey hairs really pushing now, so when he says “you boys up to being big brothers?” Geno spits out the tea he had been drinking and jumps up and envelops his husband.

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #pittsburgh penguins #the fetal alcohol syndrome possibility was glossed over #as was the playing at 12 weeks pregnant #and frankly with his personality he would be working till he popped #let me know what you think!#mpreg

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lonelysoul029 · 4 years ago

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His Hufflepuff Secret~ Three

<-Previous Chapter

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Year IV

Draco sees her sitting under an old oak tree. The slight winter breeze blowing her hair in her face while she reads. He stands near the bottom of the hill as he admires her. Delicate fingers turning the page of the tattered muggle book, her big Y/E/C eyes going over the words, lips slightly turning into a smile as she transports herself into the story. Draco can stare at the sight all day. In fact, he wants to, but there is an important matter that needs to be discussed, so he shakes his head and continues up the hill.

"Hey there, beautiful," Draco pops up from behind the tree, making Y/N jump and drop her book.

"Dammit Draco, you made me lose my page!" Y/N whines at him. She picks up her book and dusts off the twigs and snow, silently thanking whomever was listening that the book has a hard cover.

Draco just grins at her, "Haven't you read that silly little book, oh I don't know, a million times already? Surely you'll remember exactly where you left off."

She glares up at him, "It's not just a 'silly little book'. It just so happens to be a classic in the muggle world."

"You know, you're cute when you're mad," he crouches down so that his face is level with hers, "That's why I love winding you up."

Y/N mocks offence, "I'm cute only when I'm mad?" she puts the back of her hand on her forehead and tilts her head up and to the side, "And here I thought that I look cute all the time."

"Nah, darling," Draco takes her hand in his and kisses it, not breaking eye contact, "The rest of the time, you just look incredibly gorgeous."

She smiles at his antics. Their friendship mostly consists of a lot of teasing and flirting, so she's used to physical contact with him. They only ever go as far as a kiss on the cheek, much to her dismay. Somewhere in the two years they've been friends, Y/N developed feelings for the Slytherin. Their secret meetings by the lake before breakfast, their afternoon 'studying lessons' in the library, and the astronomy tower hangouts after dark, where they just talk about their day and watch the stars in the sky. She thinks of the way that one knowing look from him in class can make her feel better. Even little things like his hand not so accidentally brushing against hers as they pass each other in the hallways make her heart flutter and her feelings for him grow even more. She's so lost in thought that she didn't notice that Draco has moved to sit down beside her, still not letting go of her hand.

Draco just watches her, knowing she is thinking about something because of the way she is chewing at the corner of her lip. She seems to snap out of her trance when she catches him staring. "What?"

"C-can I ask you something?" Come on, Draco, pull yourself together. Whatever she says, it's not going to be the end of the world, he tries to assure himself. Ever since Draco had that nightmare last year, he's been a bit more protective over Y/N. He's always checking up on her and being with her when no one is around. He has grown to love their friendship but Draco also started to fall in love with her; the girl of his dreams. That's why he is so excited for the ball coming up. He gets a night to finally show her how he truly feels about her, and hopefully, she returns his affections.

Y/N raises her eyebrows and turns her head to look at him. Draco never stutters unless he's scared, nervous or about to break down, so she squeezes his hand to let him know that he's alright. "Sure, ask away." She notices that he seems different from when he startled her earlier. The cocky and playful expression on his face now replaced with uncertainty and nerves.

He takes a deep breath, it's now or never, Draco, "W-wouldyouliketogototheYuleballwithme?" Draco manages to mumble out.

"W-what?" It's her turn to stutter now, not actually believing her ears.

"I said," Draco's face becomes a bit more serious after he clears his throat, his voice more confident than before, "Would you be my date for the Yule Ball?"

Y/N's mouth drops. Is this actually happening? Did Draco Malfoy, my best friend, really just ask me out? "What about the other students? Won't they be talking about us when we show up at the ball together?" She avoids asking him if this date meant a date date, or just two friends going to a dance together... as friends.

"Who cares if they talk about us?" Draco defends, "I'm tired of hiding the fact that I'm friends with such an amazing girl like you. And besides," he lets go of her hand and moves his up to her face, rubbing his thumb in slow circles on her cheek, "All the boy's will be jealous that I've got the most beautiful girl on my arm." His signature smirk now making its way on his lips.

She instinctively melts into his touch and closes her eyes. His hand feels warm, a sharp contrast to the cold of the season. She has been out under the tree for a while now, getting lost once again in the world of Anne Frank, when Draco showed up. Y/N sighs, "Okay," she nods, slowly. Opening her eyes again, she sees that Draco has a huge smile on his face. She can't help but smile with him. Even though he said 'friends', she's still happy to being going to the ball with him. "Just as friends?" she whispers, without meaning to actually say it out loud.

Draco seems surprised at the question but quickly covers up his shock. He smiles once again and moves his face closer to her until his lips brushes hers, ever so lightly, their breaths mingling. "Hey sweetheart?"

"Yeah?"

"You're shaking."

Y/N pulls away and looks down at her hands. They really are shaking. "Oh."

"Come on, let's get you inside," Draco stands and takes the book from her so that she can put her hands in her pockets. They make their way back to the school. The tree is quite a long ways away because it's where the two hang out, away from other students. The journey is silent. Neither of them know what to say.

The air surrounding them has changed. There is tension that wasn't there before and they both know it. Whatever it was that happened, or rather almost happened, by the tree made it so. Inside their minds, they are both cursing themselves for not moving closer.

When they reach the courtyard, Y/N suddenly speaks up, "What should I wear?"

Draco looks at her confused. He then realises that she's asking about the ball, "Anything you wear would look good."

"Well, obviously I know that," she flips her hair back playfully, "But if we're going to go to the ball together, I think it would be nice to match with each other."

"You think too much, you know that?" He jokes, "You may as well be in Ravenclaw for that overworking brain of yours."

"Tell that to my failing Potions mark," she laughs, thinking back to the cauldron she accidentally exploded while brewing a Drowsiness Draught. "Seriously though, what should I wear?"

"A dress in my favourite colour, perhaps?" Draco answers. He has definitely NOT thought of his best friend wearing an emerald green gown and completely taking over the dance floor with her.

"Green would look terrible on me!"

"Y/N Fawley," he wraps an arm around her waist to pull her close, his free hand cups her chin and makes her look up at him, "You would look outrageously perfect in anything and everything." Draco looks deep into her eyes, telling her that he means it.

"Alright," she sighs in defeat. Y/N can't help the butterflies fluttering in her stomach at his words. She feels the blood rushing to her cheeks so she looks down to hide it. If Draco notices, she hopes he'll think she's blushing because of the cold.

"Good," Draco smiles and kisses her cheek. He lets her go then continues to walk to the castle. He turns back right before he goes through the doors. "Will I see you tonight at the tower?" He asks, knowing that she might not be able to come because she's got Hermione helping her with Potions.

"We'll see," she answers, unsure if her Gryffindor friend will let her leave her side until she's caught up with everything they've covered so far in the lessons. Draco nods understandingly and smiles at her. Y/N blows him a kiss before he goes. After the door clicks shut, she takes a deep breath. She brings a finger to her lips as she recalls her almost-kiss with Draco. Had he meant to do that? Will he try to do it again? Will I try to make a move? Her thoughts are filled with questions she's not sure she wants answered. She thinks back to last year, when she saw Cedric and Cho kissing in the common room. Y/N wanted her first kiss to be like that with Draco. She always pictured it, dreamt about it even. Sadly, her first kiss was taken by Dean Thomas, on a Thursday night game of truth or dare with the Gryffindors. Not that she didn't like the kiss. It was soft and gentle, but also awkward and weird, given that it happened in front of everyone. Still, she wishes that it was Draco's lips on hers instead. If it was the blonde haired boy she kissed, she wouldn't care if it happened in front of people.

Y/N lets out a huff, trying to shake off the million thoughts and questions racing in her head. She walks into the school, taking in the warmth of the castle, and heads to the Great Hall for dinner. She spots the Golden Trio at the Gryffindor table, waving her over. They eat and talk, Ron doing most of the talking even though his mouth is stuffed full with fried chicken. Hermione slaps him on the arm, reminding him to not eat like a pig with all the grease and chicken bits falling from his chin. While they're all laughing, Y/N's eyes land on the Slytherin table. Draco seems to be glaring at them, mainly Harry, but once he sees her looking at him, his eyes soften and he gives her a small smile.

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"Hermione no! We've been doing this for ages," Y/N whines at her best friend, slumping further into her chair, "Let's face it, if it's not ingrained into my brain after reading all these books over and over again, then it never will!"

The curly-haired brunette rolls her eyes at her, "I don't know how else to help you, Y/N. Besides, we've made some progress since we started," Hermione looks sympathetically at her defeated friend. "What's the difference between unicorn hair and billywig sting slime?"

"The slime is usually what makes any potion bubble and the unicorn hair makes it change colour," she answers almost immediately. Hermione grins at her and it takes Y/N a second before her eyes widen. "Oh my god!" She moves her hands excitedly.

"You see? You're getting better," Hermione says in an 'I told you so' tone, but looking proud at her friend. "I guess we can stop there for the night. Malfoy must be waiting for you at the tower."

"Mione!" Y/N gives her a warning look, "Speak quieter please," she looks around the Gryffindor common room to see if anyone heard anything. To her relief, a couple of boys were sat across the room from them, out of earshot. Hermione is the only person that knows about her friendship with Draco. They didn't mean for her to find out, but being the genius that she is, she figured out where Y/N slips off to every time she disappears. Both Draco and Y/N were expecting her to freak out about it, but to their surprise, Hermione was quite supportive of their relationship. Saying something about Malfoy needing a good influence like her in his life. Y/N looks at the time on her watch then looks back up at Hermione, "It's late, so he's probably back in his dorm already."

"Oh, okay. Well then you better get back to your dorm, too. You wouldn't want to get caught in the halls after curfew and get detention," Hermione replies.

"Actually, speaking of Malfoy," Y/N starts, "He's asked me to go to the Yule Ball with him."

Hermione's jaw drops, "Did he really?", she squeals, making the boys in the room turn their heads in their direction for a second. Both Hermione and Y/N mutter a 'sorry' before continuing their conversation.

"Yes, he really did," Y/N whispers in reply.

"But just as friends, right?" Hermione questions, "I mean, he can't possibly want people thinking you two are dating. No offence."

"None taken," Y/N replies, "But that's the thing! He said he doesn't care if people find out we're friends, and when I asked him if it was a date, he didn't say anything. He just..."

"He just, what?" she prompted.

"He almost kissed me."

"What? How can you only almost kiss someone?" Hermione leans against the couch and folds her arms.

Y/N shrugs, "I mean, it wasn't a kiss or a peck. Our lips just, touched. If that makes sense. Ugh I don't know!"

Hermione hums, "Well, it sounds like he might actually want this to be a real date. I wouldn't be surprised if at the ball, he'd actually kiss you right there on the dance floor," she smirks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at Y/N, making her blush.

"No way," Y/N turns her face to hide the blood rushing to her cheeks, but of course Hermione, without even having to look at her best friend, knows that she's blushing.

Giggling, Hermione stacks their books and places them in her book bag, "Listen, it's really late, you should get back to your dorm."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say Hermione Granger was kicking me out of her common room," Y/N jokes.

"Hey, I just don't want you spending a night in detention," Hermione laughs.

They say their good nights and Y/N thanks her friend for tutoring her then heads off. She gets to her dorm sees Hannah fast asleep. She quietly gets ready for bed then drifts off. Flashes of a blonde Slytherin moving with her across the dance floor in her dreams.

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Next Chapter->

#draco x reader #fan fiction #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter #hufflepuff!reader #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #gryffindor #writing #series #jkrowling #fluff #hogwarts #his hufflepuff secret #chapter three #izzy writes

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years ago

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Remember the Eduardo dorado jr x Y/N Allen x Jaime Reyes polyamory relationship you created - could I request an accompanying oneshot where they are on a mission and Reader gets possess by the Phoenix force or some mystical entity and the boys try to help her control her overwhelming new abilities. Fluff. Please Bart is less protective btw

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I based this a lot on the Dark Phoenix movie and how it happened to her in that, cause the Phoenix never interested me in the comics so I don’t know a whole lot about it. Didn’t really know how to end it, sorry it’s so short, but I really like this ship/pairing!

“Os quiero a ambos, but my arm is falling asleep.” Jaime tried to tug his arm out from underneath you and Eduardo.

“It’s too early to move.” You mumbled, eyes still shut and face still buried in Eduardo’s chest, breathing in the faint smell of his expensive cologne.

“It’s noon, hermosa.” Eduardo chuckled lightly, running a hand through your hair. “We should get up.”

“Yeah, before my arm falls off.” Jaime pushed against Eduardo’s shoulder, still trying to break free.

You groaned, not moving at all. Eduardo lifted himself up a little for Jaime to get loose, but Jaime had tugged a little harder as soon as he did, causing him to tumble out of bed.

“You good, mi hombre?” Eduardo laughed as you both sat up, looking down at Jaime sprawled out on the floor.

“Well, Scarab said I could’ve just died if I landed just right.” Jaime sighed as he picked himself off the floor. “So apparently good.”

You all groaned when the alarms rang, meaning either an intruder or an emergency mission. You quickly suited up before rushing out to the lobby, where the Outsiders were gathered.

“What’s going on?” El Dorado asked.

“Some spaceship crashed in Beverly Hills.” Wonder Girl informed. “And there’s a bank heist going on downtown.”

“Well lets go, we don’t got all day!” Static ran towards the ship deck.

“El Dorado, Blue Beetle, Cyborg, H/N, let’s go.” Beast Boy ordered. “The rest of you go deal with the heist!”

“See ya, sis!” Bart grinned and ruffled your hair. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

“Don’t get into too much trouble without me.” You pointed at him as you followed your team.

“Come on, hermosa!” Jaime grabbed your hand and tugged you along.

Once you were all on the ship, Static took off, quickly getting to the coordinates. It took you to a more rural part of Beverly Hills, somewhere in the backroads where there thankfully weren’t many people.

You peered out of the window of the ship, seeing a small spaceship crashed into pieces on the ground. There was this strange glow to it that entranced you, almost hypnotized you.

“What the hell is that?” Cyborg wondered aloud.

“What’s making it glow?” Blue Beetle asked.

“Maybe alien tech.” Beast Boy said. “Alright. Let’s go, H/N, try to get some readings on it.

You nodded and pulled up your tech as Static landed the ship on the ground, then walked out with the team. You all kept your distance as you clicked through charts, trying to figure out what it was.

“Well?” Cyborg asked you, also taking readings.

“The energy levels are off the charts.” You said, half paying attention to the actual readings and half to the strange voice pulling you towards the ship.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Eduardo asked as they watched you slowly start to approach it.

“H/N! Stay back!” Beast Boy ordered.

“It’s talking to me.” You mumbled, the charts you pulled up fading away as you lost concentration on them.

“Y/N! Stop!” Jaime ran towards you, but before he could pull you back you touched the glowing light, and power surged through you.

You screamed in pain as the energy coursed through your veins, overloading your brain and body. Everyone watched as orange light swallowed you, which resembled fire.

“Y/N!” Eduardo and Jaime yelled desperately, then they were all pushed back by another power surge.

“Cyborg! Blue Beetle! What’s happening?” Garfield shouted over the noise.

“Scarab says it’s taking over her!” Blue Beetle called over.

“What’s ‘it’?” El Dorado asked, shielding his eyes from the blinding light.

“He says it’s a Phoenix!”

“A Phoenix?” Static repeated. “But that doesn’t make any sense!”

“Does he mean the Phoenix Force?” Beast Boy asked. “I’ve heard of that! Back in the 80s!”

“How do we help her?” El Dorado asked. “Kill that thing?”

“We can’t!” Cyborg shouted. “It’s an immortal entity! There’s no such thing as destroying it!”

“We don’t need to destroy it we just need to get it out of Y/N!” Eduardo snapped.

It suddenly got quiet, and the force holding them back was lifted. They all turned back to you, seeing you lying on the ground. Jaime and Eduardo rushed to their girlfriends side, Jaime holding her to his chest as Eduardo pushed her hair out of her face.

“Is she okay?” Garfield asked as the rest of the team walked over.

“Khaji Da, vitals.” Jaime mumbled to the Scarab. “She’s...okay?”

“What?” Virgil asked. “Something just...sounds wrong, but went inside her!”

“Yeah but...she’s fine.” Jaime blinked, just as confused.

“Get her on the ship. We need to get her back to base.” Garfield instructed. “Lets go.”

Jaime picked you up and carried you back to the ship, Eduardo yelling at Virgil to fly faster and cursing at nobody in particular. You were half awake on the drive home, drifting in and out of consciousness. Jaime whispered sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you, while also trying to calm Eduardo down.

After what felt like hours, they finally got back to the base. Eduardo took you from Jaime and teleported you inside, having refined his powers enough that it didn’t hurt either one of you. He set you down carefully on a bed, waiting for somebody to show up and help you. One of the doctors checked your vitals and hooked you up to an IV and heart monitor, but that was about it.

“Seriously? That’s it?” Eduardo asked.

“I don’t know what else I can tell you. Physically, she’s fine. Perfectly healthy.” The doctor insisted.

“But-“

“Thank you.” Jaime interrupted. The doctor finally left once Eduardo wasn’t bombarding her with questions, and Jaime tugged him into the chair next to him.

“What the hell happened?!” Bart zipped into the room, instantly at his sisters side.

“Khaji Da says the Phoenix Force is taking over her.” Jaime said quietly.

“What the hell even is the Phoenix Force?” Eduardo shouted in frustration.

“How did it happen?” Bart asked.

“One at a time!” Jaime snapped, his own fear and frustration starting to boil over. “Look, I don’t know everything, okay? Figure it out yourself, Lalo! And Bart! She said it was talking to her, then it...went into her! Or something!”

Bart and Eduardo both stared wide eyed at him, not used to seeing an angry or upset Jaime. Jaime looked away from both of their gazes, taking a deep breath. They then stayed silent, listening to the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

“Why do you all look like someone killed your dog?”

They all looked up when they heard your voice, and watched as you sat up in bed.

“Y/N!” They all smiled happily, relief washing over them.

“What happened?” You asked as you rubbed your aching head, still disoriented and only barely awake.

“Uh...don’t worry about it.” Bart grinned awkwardly.

“I was so worried. Are you okay? How do you feel?” Eduardo asked as he held you in a bone crushing hug.

“Great.” You wheezed from how hard he was squeezing you.

“Lalo, ease up.” Jaime reminded his boyfriend.

“Guys! We contacted the X-Men!” Cyborg rushed into the room. “We gotta go. Now.”

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