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the-tomcat-disposable · 15 days ago

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Me & Your Ghost

Summary: Andrew is grieving :3

This happens after Into The Mind.

CW: hurt and comfort in a sense, death & grieving

Andrew gasped and coughed as he broke his way out of the well and placed the fence post back in place. He recognized the world immediately and choked back tears that kept pouring as he looked around at the several structures scattered across the superflat landscape.

"This— I know this world," he sniffled as he wiped at his swollen eyes frantically, "this was our superflat world where he tried to show me how to build better..."

His fist hit the desk as the black figure stood around the corner of a nearby build, watching. "Why?! Chris! Why did you bring me here? Why are you dragging me along?! What is happening?!"

Andrew noticed a trail of signs illuminated by torches once he looked back at his screen, which he was sure weren't there seconds ago. He groaned and forced a chuckle, "ohh this again..." he muttered as he spun around, looking for a dark figure— the Smiler or Chris, whichever one shows up here if at all— and overlooked him as he hid.

"Chris, I know you're in my game somehow. Get out here!" he yelled. He stood and watched for a few moments before crying as he approached the signs. "Chris... I'm sorry I— I'm really sorry I didn't play with you more often. Are you really gone for good?"

He muttered something through his tears as he read the first sign.

[ He will not find you here. Time is not in your favor, though. ]

"Chris... cut the cryptic messages, just tell me— was that true? The— the diagnoses, the patient file, the records. You can't...— are you dead?" Andrew pleaded for answers as he walked towards the next sign and burst into tears upon reading it.

[ Yes. I am sorry, Andrew. I miss you. ]

Andrew sobbed into his hands for minutes, "I always kind of knew... I didn't want to...— fuck. Chris... You're gone, and I'm never going to see you— the real you— again. I never even got the chance to meet you in person... I was too late."

Chris watched from afar, clutching his chest with blocky hands. He wished he was able to get closer, to do anything but stand there and reach out a hand that can't be held. He, too, wished that this wasn't how things ended for him, and constantly dreaded what would happen if Andrew let his guard down for too long at the wrong time. Andrew was strong, he knew this, but he knew how the smiler played his games.

Andrew sniffled hard with a raspy "ow" as he sluggishly approached the next sign to read. There was another well not far from here.

[ Get back up. Remember me. Remember how much fun we had together. ]

Andrew huffed, "I know, I'm trying. I remember all— well, most— of it, but what will that help? I'll never get you back."

[ I am still here with you, I will always be. Remember me. You are my best friend. ]

Andrew sniffled and blinked away tears. "Are...?You're not... you can't— you're dead! I'm talking to your ghost, not you! It's not the same."

Chris hid behind a different structure as Andrew ran around the foot of a cobblestone statue of a Steve skin built to look as though it's in ruins, punching the mossy cobblestone and peaking inside its hollow leg to find a double chest with nothing except a bone inside, taking it silently. before exiting the structure to read the next sign.

[ ... ]

"Nothing? Nothing? Seriously?! No 'everything's fine'?!" Andrew hissed, considering closing the game and crying himself to sleep in the middle of the day. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. "Alright, what do you have to say next?"

The sign was placed on a poorly built fake creeper— two blocks of lime wool and a creeper head on top— the torches were placed on the sides and resembled arms. Andrew finally smiled for the first time in a while.

[ Remember when you put these everywhere in our creative worlds? ]

Andrew laughed (a genuinely laugh, though it was very dry), "I seriously thought they'd scare you so I put them in caves before you switched to survival. We had a lot of fun building really stupid things to scare each other. Yours always were better than mine..." Andrew looked around at the builds, punching towards one in the distance that looked like a creature from hell and hoped that it wouldn't start moving.

The next sign was placed at the base of a diving board that Andrew remembered the both of them working on. Andrew had never understood why Chris was so hesitant to work on the pool, but it looked more pool-like than if Andrew had built it.

[ Water makes your clothes cling to you. It feels like a cold hug. I wish it lasted. ]

"Um..." Andrew looked at the diving board, unsure if he wanted to go underwater again, "that's... um... that's not cheering me up, man."

Chris watched him hesitate reading the sign atop the diving board, before he decided that he'd check it out and climb back down. Once he reached the top, he looked into the pool and then at the surroundings. He recognized his several practice builds and Chris's across from them, then the well.

[ Remember how we would punch each other off of this? We had fun. ]

Andrew smiled again, "for old time's sake, yeah, I'll jump!"

He fake screamed as he fell into the water with a splash, and emerged with a satisfied sigh on the other side of the pool. "I missed that... Chris, I wish you were still here. Maybe you could've punched me off just then. Or— no, don't."

Chris looked on as he watched Andrew assess the height of the pool and jump, saying "ow" out loud as he took a few hearts of fall damage. There was another sign directly in front of him, then a few more before the well.

[ Your laugh brought me joy. I'm glad that we met. ]

Andrew's words caught in his throat as his eyes began tearing up again, "I miss you, Chris."

[ I miss you, too. ]

Andrew began sniffling again, looking back at their builds as he reached the next sign. "I'll miss this place. I wish we could build more stuff on it together, but..."

[ It's not your fault that you didn't know I was gone. ]

Andrew went quiet as he stared at the sign. He began to question what happened to Chris, if his family had held a funeral or...— oh God— was his family even there for him when he passed? Why had no one ever contacted him to tell him the news? Why did he have to learn in the way that he did?

Andrew slowly approached the next sign.

[ I should have told you sooner of what troubled me. I am sorry. ]

The tears came pouring out again as Andrew approached the next sign. "I miss you, Chris. I should have found a way to figure out what happened to you a lot sooner... but—"

[ What was done has been done. Look ahead now, Andrew. ]

Andrew looked at the well silently, and turned to look behind him as he felt eyes on him. Chris stood clearly in the open for a few seconds, then walked backwards until Andrew couldn't see him anymore.

"Chris—"

#Pluto writes #no beta read we die like Chris #andrewgaming67 #minecraft #minecraft arg #Mcyt #Myctblr #ag67

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 2 months ago

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What Coach Knows

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58973134 by moonstalker24 Stiles is hanging on by a thread after being kidnapped by Gerard Argent. Luckily for him there are adults in his life that care about him. One of those adults just happens to be Bobby Finstock, lacrosse coach and economics teacher, who knows way more about all this werewolf stuff than anyone ever suspected. Wherein the author takes canon, applies her love of cryptids and world building and walks away for her own entertainment. Words: 4402, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Bobby Finstock, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Danny Māhealani, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore Additional Tags: Bigfoot - Freeform, yes - Freeform, you read that right, Not Season 2 Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Scott McCall is not a Good Guy, Derek Hale is stressed and Trying His Best, Magic Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Noah Stilinski, Less Bigoted Chris Argent, Lets Fix Canon, Remember Bigfoot People, Creature Bobby, Canon-Typical Violence, OOCness, Probably for Everyone, No Beta We Die Like Timeline Continuity, Adults Do What Adults Should, They Take Care Of It, Also Everyone Goes to Therapy, Work In Progress Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58973134

#ao3feed #fanfic #teen wolf #steter #peterstiles

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eyescllsed · 4 months ago

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to eddie, with love

THE OFFICIAL DIAZ FAMILY COOKBOOK by Christopher Diaz and Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley edited by Robert ‘Bobby’ Nash to eddie, with love, your family <3

tags: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Evan "Buck" Buckley Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)Epistolary Buckley-Diaz Family Feels (9-1-1 TV) love is stored in the kitchen etc etc eddie isn't explicitly in this but he does haunt the narrative so for that he gets a character tag! Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz it's not explicit but i just need you to know they're in love that's whats happening here re) buck & Eddie chris is just here for the good food (also he wants two dads but thats neither here nor there) (waves hand) timeline what timeline? chris is a kid thats all i know No beta we die like Shannon did rip i miss her <3 Something something that one anthony bourdain quote that is about cooking being a source of life for the people you love this is literally just recipes because i write for one (1) person and that is myself

Summary

THE OFFICIAL DIAZ FAMILY COOKBOOK

read on ao3 <3

#buddie #911 #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buck x eddie #fic recs #i have no idea if its formatted correctly but oh well

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lysol1201 · 10 months ago

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Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving: Holding Out For A Hero

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader (can be read platonically or romantically)

A second part to Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving, but can be read on its own.

Summary: You see Leon again, but you’re both on the clock.

Word Count: 1201

Genre: erm idk fluff i guess, depending on how you read it

TW: Mentions of drinking, cults, blood, erm fighting, badly written fighting, this is very poorly written imo. i’m tryna get back in the writing groove. anyway, lmk if more, not beta read we die like luis

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It had been 6 months since your 30th birthday. You had never heard from Leon since that day. Although a good time, the two of you went your separate ways (play separate ways) without any contact information. There was that mutual understanding that it was the one night you two needed. You didn’t know if you’d ever see Leon again.

Well, until you did.

“Oh, hey!” You greeted the blue eyed man who looked at you in shock and confusion. “Nice to see you again,” You smiled as he ran over to you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Leon shouted. You may have been used to it, but seeing you tied up in a sack with a bloody face and ritual paintings all over, he was very fucking confused.

You chuckled. “How else did you think you found this location?” That’s when it clicked in Leon’s head. Bait. “Oh, they’re coming. You don’t know me,” You spoke with a serious tone, and before he could respond, you began to scream. “Who are you? What are you doing? Get away from me!”

In shock, Leon looked at you as if not sure how to play along. “Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, turning around to find more fucked up people in some sort of cult. He thought he was over it, but turns out the world refused to stop being stupid.

He had his pistol in hand and prepared, raising it up to shoot those who ran at him. While he shot, ducked, and kicked, he realized the amount of those after him just kept growing and growing. He turned around to find you, but to his dismay, you were gone.

Leon wanted to shout for you, but remembered what you had said. “You don’t know me.” He groaned at the words you had told him, but obeyed. He didn’t shout for you. And before he could complain to himself even more, big stomps were heard. He turned to the side, and there he was faced, again, with some giant pain in the ass.

“God, give me a fucking break,” Leon sighed, frustrated, and annoyed by his surroundings. Fear no longer filled him, it was just irritation. “Fuck off, already!” He raised his deep voice, shooting at the large creature headed straight for him, somehow managing to successfully use whoever tried to attack him as some sort of shield for everything thrown at him.

While Leon fought, he looked down quickly at his watch. 11:58 pm. “God fucking damnit Chris, hurry your ass up.” He grumbled, regretting ever choosing to help Chris with this mission. Or, maybe he didn’t.

He saw you again.

Wait a minute. Speaking of you, where the fuck were you?

As soon as that thought popped into his head, a grenade was thrown into the crowd that went after him, blowing up a good chunk of those who were just trying to kill him. Then, right after, something was thrown right at the giant creature. It stuck.

“Leon, run!” He heard the familiar voice. Yours.

“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Leon shouted back, immediately turning around and running before the large explosive went off, tearing the creature to bits, throwing Leon across the platform from the force. The world was hazy for a moment as he tried to keep consciousness, but from the amount of times he had been thrown, he was hard headed.

Soon enough, an arm forcefully lifted him up. “No sleeping on the job, Leon.” The gruff man spoke. Leon felt his senses return, as he turned to face Chris.

“Where are they?” Were the first words Leon mumbled.

Chris furrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to respond, before he was interrupted. “Right here,” Your voice boomed through behind him.

His head quickly quipped back to view you as he called out for you, rushing to tackle you in a hug. “Where the fuck did you go?” Leon asked. His tone couldn’t show if he was worried or pissed, but you could tell it was a bit of both.

“I’ve been to this rodeo before, Leon, you just gotta trust me.”

“You know them?” Chris approached the two, confused, and almost concerned by Leon actually hugging someone.

Leon had let go of you to turn to face Chris. “You know them?” He emphasized the question, directing it back to Chris.

“They’re working on this case with us,” Chris explained, the “us” referring to the BSAA. He walked past Leon and went straight to you. “Do you have it?”

You scoffed. “Of course I do,” You proudly assured, taking a small chip out of your pocket and handing it to Chris. “Should have all the information you need on whoever the guy is you’re after, whatshisname. Josh. Let’s call him Josh.”

“No. Not Josh.”

“But-“

“Another name.”

“Fine… um… Paul.”

Chris only groaned, changing the topic. “Since this area is cleared out, let’s get back to safety. Need to get you two patched up before me and Leon enter the main building.” Chris explained.

“Wait,” Leon quickly turned to Chris. “What about them?”

“Their job is done, they can get patched up and go-“

“No,” Leon blurted out. He wasn’t entirely sure why. “I mean, I just... I…” He tried to find the words. To find the words that wouldn’t embarrass him, make him look like a pathetic fool.

I don’t want them to go. He thought.

You just smiled a bit at him, turning around to walk away. Then, he panicked. “Wait- don’t leave!” He walked over, grabbing your arm to keep you from walking away.

“Woah,” You turned to face Leon. “I’m not leaving?”

Ada. He thought to himself. I can’t let them leave… not like Ada. Not again.

“I- um-“ Suddenly, he felt embarrassed. You’re not Ada. “Nothing, I don’t-“

You could tell something was bothering him. That turmoil in his head that you had seen before in the countless random drunk conversations you two had months ago. You knew when it was time to derail the conversation. “I’ll be getting patched up, and I’m going to be looking out. I finished my job, I’m no longer bait. So, now, I’m just a backup distraction, if need be.” You explained. “So, team, are we ready to party?”

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Leon didn’t know how to feel after the mission, on the ride back to safety. He didn’t know how to feel about seeing you battered and bruised, talking to a more battered and bruised Chris. It wasn’t jealousy, no. Of course not. Unless?

“Hey, Leon?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. “When’s your birthday?”

“What?”

“Well, it’s been 6 months since mine. Yours has to be soon, right?”

You were right. His birthday was soon. He’d be 38. “Yeah.” He spoke, letting you know his birthday. Yet, he said it so solemnly.

“Hey, don’t worry. We can go drinking again if you like. And look, you’re still in your 30’s,” You smiled at him, pushing him with a playful punch.

Leon scoffed with amusement. “Yeah.”

“Thirty, flirty, and thriving, right?”

He smiled.

“Thirty, flirty, and thriving.”

Leon chose not to drink that year. That time, he had something worth remembering.

You.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil vendetta #resident evil vendetta leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil leon kennedy

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sterek-ao3feed · 5 months ago

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Bitten

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56749153

by Calyssa

When Stiles heard a deep growl, he was sure he was going to die a damn virgin in the woods like a witch’s sacrifice. Behind him stood a big wolf-like beast with glowing red eyes, looking like the personification of every nightmare Stiles ever had.

He didn’t think, just started to run in whatever direction away from this beast. He made it a total of three steps before he was thrown on the ground, face in the dirt and crawling away when he felt a debilitating pain on his right hip letting him cry out loud, tears running down his cheeks. Stiles was sure he lost consciousness, ‘cause when he opened his eyes again, he was alone, the wolf nowhere to be seen. He made the way to his jeep in record time, the pain in his side making him forget his hurt ankle. When Stiles reached the safety of Roscoe’s driver seat, he lifted his hoodie and shirt, examining the ugly gaping wound.

As it looked, he was going to die from an infection or rabies after all his trouble to survive this hell of a day.

Or, Stiles gets bitten instead of Scott, learns what it means to be a werewolf while managing high school and accidentially falls in love with Derek on the way.

Words: 5193, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Danny Māhealani, Bobby Finstock, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Victoria Argent, Alan Deaton, Peter Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: sterek, Stiles Stilinski Gets Bitten Instead of Scott McCall, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, ADHD, POV Stiles Stilinski, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood and Violence, Torture, Humor, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no beta we die like gerard argent, Protective Derek Hale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56749153

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

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oppositesattraxt · 7 months ago

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 [𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑆𝑖𝑥]

[Part One][Part Two][Part Three][Part Four][Part Five]

CW: death, blood, violence and other dark themes are spoken about so please do not read if you are not comfortable. If you have read this far and want to know how this works out, it'll be in the tags.

"Fuck," the car skids to a halt, the one behind them nearly rear-ending them but managing to swerve to the side with Chris leaning out his window swearing at the Alpha for stopping without warning.

Luna waves at her friend, trying to get him to calm down before looking over at the other wolf and notices his eyes focused on something ahead of them. She follows his line of sight and screams before covering her mouth, eyes wide with horror as she notices what it is that caused the wolf to stop. "Is that-" Growls echo within the car as the wolves leave the cars and resist the urge to shift and chase after the witches who did this.

Sitting on the ground, back propped up against a wooden pole with his arms tied behind his back is one of the men from Chris' tribe. A human. His head hangs limply and none of the wolves can find the faint sound of a heartbeat to distinguish if he is alive. There's no other sound around them, like the forest has been silenced, and as Chris steps forward - the closer he gets, the more the stench of death hits him.

"Alpha Chris..." Luna reaches for him, keeping him from moving closer. She looks over to her friend and the other wolves that came. Jongin's eyes are glowing, teeth bared while several of the betas that came with them are on edge; they all know that something is wrong, off, unnatural and the witches can feel it too.

"Who was he?" Hongjoong speaks, standing next to Chris, inspecting the man from a distance. "Why didn't you notice he was missing?"

"He's... he was new. We had recently welcomed him and his wife into the tribe. They were outcasts, thrown out by his wife's coven for tainting their bloodline." He goes to step closer, feeling the loss of one of his own before Luna moves in front of him and places both hands on his chest.

"If you step any closer, you'll die." She says quickly while the other witches move beside her and begin to chant a spell, nullifying the unseen magic. "They knew that we were going to find them eventually and used the blood of this man to keep out wolves. If you crossed the line..."

"We get the point, we could have died." The other Alpha responds and folds his arms over his chest. "Why did we bring you again?"

A deep growl comes from beside Luna, a hand resting on her shoulder as Chris comes to take care of his friend, making sure she's not harassed anymore by Hongjoong than she has been already. Before he can say anything, the witches lower their hands and announce that the spell has been removed and they can move the body out of the way. "Stay with me." Chris speaks to Luna, keeping her behind him as they move to get the man off the pole and move his body.

It doesn’t take them long, one of the betas grabbing a blanket from the back of the car to wrap the body up in but as they do, Jongin realises that something is carved into the man’s skin. Hidden under his blood soaked button down is the word traitor and Chris can only stand up, staring as Jongin covers the word up again. “How long did you say they were with you?”

“Leave him here.” Chris growls, clenching his fists as so many thoughts run through his head, “I’ll deal with it later.”

They all head back to the cars, continuing along the muddy tracks towards a scene that none of them could ever have imagined witnessing.

There's blood everywhere, bodies laying on the ground, blood tainting the air with its metallic scent and embers smouldering in the abandoned campfire. Dozens of witches, massacred, throats slit in sacrifice to whatever God they were praying to.

Luna and the other witches crumble, seeing a coven lay dead, but the wolves search for survivors. They search every inch of the make-shift camp and the cabin nearby for signs of life but they come up short, only finding scribblings of mad men and their tales about the Moon Goddess and the creation of the wolves.

Chris knows that stories always changed, the different beliefs and legends surrounding werewolves, and if what he is reading is correct... "They think that killing the Moon Goddess will end us all."

"They can't," Luna looks up at him, her eyes puffy and red and her hands bloody from the ground, "if they kill the Moon, they'll throw off the balance of the world. It's not just the wolves that need the moon but nature too, everything will be thrown into chaos."

Chris runs through the story that he remembers being told as a kid, the tale of Lycan and Luna - the wolf and the moon. He remembers how the wolves weren't created by the Moon herself but a curse, a punishment to keep the lovers apart but due to her own heartbreak, she protected the wolves and cared for them even through the ages.

"You might want to look at this," everyone's attention turns their attention to the wolf walking towards them holding a book with more writings in it. "'Take away the mother and incapacitate the father. The children are the next to go.'"

"The house."

"Quick, we need to go."

"If they hurt my fucking sister-"

Everyone runs to the car, Jongin and Chris grabbing their phones out of their pockets to try and call the others but only to realise they are out of service. "It was a fucking set up. They knew we'd come."

"Get in the cars and go." Chris shouts, everyone piling into the cars and tearing out of there as fast as they can.

They need to get back to the house. They need to get a hold of someone. They need to protect the children. This is a mess, a big fucking mess. Chris wanted to find his mother, save her and help restore balance but instead they've stumbled across a plan that none of them thought would ever happen.

The annihilation of the future generation.

"Now say thank you to Alpha Channie for playing with you and go get something to eat," Mikyoung instructs the pups, a mix from the different packs all playing together and running into the kitchen where Chan had offered to help cook dinner for everyone.

They didn't know when the others would be back, one of the groups had arrived earlier with no success, so they decided to carry on as usual until everyone returned. Mikyoung and Channie had been entertaining the pups, playing games with them to help tire them out while Chan and some of the other house keepers had been cooking dinner. It was peaceful, with so many wolves coming and going recently, this was the most peaceful the house had been.

"Go wash your hands, sweetie," Mikyoung places her hand on one of the pup's shoulders. She had been playing with play dough earlier and had some residue on her hands.

Channie walks over, smiling happily at being able to play with the pups. "Thank you for letting me help you take care of all the pups. You're really good with them! I would have gotten so stressed when those two boys kept fighting earlier." He pats one of the pups on the head as he runs past and Mikyoung picks another up who wanted cuddles as they walk towards the kitchen.

"They aren't too hard to handle once you're used to it! Thank you for your help! With so many packs, I feel like we are being overrun by children." She laughs before bowing her head at Chan. "Thank you for helping with dinner, Alpha. I know you've been busy, you really could have left it to the others."

Suddenly, the young boy squirms from her hold, wanting to be held by Chan instead while Channie's being dragged through the kitchen to sit down with some of the pups who had taken a shine to him earlier. "It's the least I could do. Extra hands make light work."

They stand there, chatting for a moment, Mikyoung giggling at something Chan had said, talking about the pups and their energy while the little boy plays with one of Chan's earrings. It's peaceful, quiet, even if they are all feeling tired, it's a change from the stress of meetings - until a scream from upstairs shatters it all.

"Somi!"

#✎ 𝐦 is typing #✎ 𝐡 is typing #✎ plot #tldr: they get there and learn chris was betrayed #witches sacrificed themselves for unknown reasons #learn that they are going after the pups

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 8 months ago

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a chance to make it right

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54516802 by Comiziale The boy must have felt the stares, because before he could get into the Sheriffs police cruiser he snapped his head and looked over to where Derek and Laura were standing. Derek quickly avoided his gaze. Stiles didn’t deserve to get pulled back into this world, where things tried to kill him every couple of days. Derek started to follow Laura when he heard it. “Sourwolf.” He stopped for a second and then shook his head and kept walking. “Sourwolf, I know you can hear me.” This time he knew it wasn’t just wishful thinking. Laura kept sending him questioning looks, but Derek just kept on walking. “Sourwolf. I swear to everything that is fucking holy in this god forsaken town. If you don’t stop ignoring me and come back here, I will shove so much fucking wolfsbane down your throat you will still taste it at Christmas.” - also known as the story "When Derek saves the child of a witch and gets the chance to save Laura and maybe even some other people" as well as "Laura really wishes she knew what the fuck was going on and since when did her little brother know how to smile and why was he smiling at this little brat" Words: 6871, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Past Chris Argent/Peter Hale, but they also get back together yay, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Laura Hale Lives, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John (Teen Wolf), Spark Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, no beta we die like allison, First Kiss, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54516802

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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theepiccharizard9 · 9 months ago

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The Mourning Never Goes

Posting after 6 months cause my brain refused to work for fics. It only wanted bots and drawing (mostly bots)

Anyways, disclaimer: MCD, No beta (or even a second glance) we die like my self-esteem in the womb, grieving, drug and alcohol use for coping, no pronouns used for the reader except you

Word Count: 621

It had been months since you’d seen Piers, it was always hard not having him around. You did anything to fill the void. Namely illicit substances and getting too drunk to see straight or even think.

This was one of those nights, drinking after taking some pills you hadn’t bothered to read the label on. “You know you shouldn’t do that,” Piers’ voice sounded so close and so far away all at once. You shake your head. “It’s the only way to have you around anymore.” Piers sighs, a frown etched onto his face. He tilts his head as his hazel eyes study you. “Even if it is, you shouldn’t ruin yourself for a glimpse.” He reaches to place his hand on your head, you can’t tell if he even made contact.

“You’re not okay.” At this point he was sounding more like your conscience than your boyfriend. You, albeit wobbly, get up and go to your bedroom to rifle through the drawers. Eventually you find what you were looking for, that same scarf Piers would always wear always wears even when off duty.

You sit on the edge of your bed, clutching the scarf close to your chest. Piers sits next to you and just watches for a moment. “That scarf was always a comfort to me on the field, you know. It became at home too before I had you.” You look at him, his hazel eyes seeming dimmer than before. “You should get water and sleep this off,” Piers urges you, “this isn’t healthy.” “I know,” you solemnly reply. “But I’m desperate. For you, and your fucking presence.” You run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated.

Getting up, Piers’ scarf is discarded on the bed. A glass of water is consumed before laying back in bed. Looking towards the doorway you see that Piers is just standing there. “You coming to bed or are you just gonna stand there watching me like a creep?” you ask in a playful voice. He lays with you but doesn’t get under the covers. A confused expression graces your features, but you let it be and just hold onto his scarf.

“I love you, pumpkin,” Piers says as he lays by your side. “I love you too.” You go to lay against him, but Piers shakes his head. “Don’t. Let’s just enjoy the moments before sleep takes you.” The two of you lay staring into each other’s eyes. You’ve missed this closeness for so long. Piers’ hand ghosts across your cheek. Were his hands always this cold? You didn’t have time to think about it before quickly drifting off to sleep.

The next morning is filled with a splitting headache from a hangover, but the bed is empty, save for you. “Piers...?” you call out. Sitting up you call for him louder but there’s still no response. You go to get up but feel the scarf fall onto your lap. Feeling it hit your lap tears start falling down your cheeks.

You stare at a grave, finally having a clear head from last night. It reads “Here lies Piers Nivans. Loyal to the bitter end.” His captain, Chris Redfield, had told you about his last moment, how Piers sacrificed himself to protect people. He'd also given you Piers’ scarf upon his request.

Collapsing next to the grave, flowers are clutched in your hands and his scarf is around your neck. Despite the mood being melancholy, the sun shines bright. You lay the flowers on his grave. Petunias representing your anger and resentment at his death, lilies of the valley representing pain and loss, and red roses to show the love you still feel for the man that always gave his all.

#piers nivans x male reader #piers nivans x reader #piers nivans x you #piers nivans #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #gn reader

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(contd) Like the twins want in on Scott's pack and Derek literally asks them if they'd be willing to die for him because to Derek anything less is just not gonna cut it.

Then the twins want to run bc of the Nogitsune and Derek has his whole speech about what an amazing leader Scott is.

Derek and Scott's heart to heart at the hospital has Derek going all "yeah you have the same place as protector of this town as my late mother and family and everybody needs you and you have taught me so much."

It always mystifies me when I read certain people's criticism of Teen Wolf: The Movie. These criticisms fall into three main categories.

Too much attention is paid to Scott and Allison's relationship.

How can you bring the nogitsune back without bringing back Stiles?

Derek's death and its aftermath was pointless and unfounded.

Rebuttals of the first two criticisms deserve their own metas, but I'll give them a brief summary. If you carefully watched the first three seasons, Scott and Allison's relationship was the foundation of the show, not in terms of consuming romance, but in terms of how it helped Scott and Allison define who they are in the face of exterior forces, which is a key part of growing up. While Stiles was the focus of the action in 3B, the story was still mostly about Scott's maturing as a leader by giving him a Kobayashi Maru: a no-win scenario pitting his desire to protect others against his love for his best friend. But it is the third criticism that I'll address in this post.

Derek's death at the end of the movie is a tragedy. This can't be stressed enough, but it is also a culmination to his entire character arc. The end of Season 3A saw him renounce the fear of loss and desire for power that almost doomed him that season, made him an antagonist in Season 1 and a villain in Season 2. His departure at the end of Lunar Ellipse (3x12) symbolizes both that renunciation but also indicates his arc for 3B: what will he become?

He starts with a journey to the past. "But that's not the only reason I left. I needed to talk to my mother." He finds Talia's claws, coerces Peter into using them, and then emerges with a new vision of himself. In Riddled (3x18), he acknowledges the passing of the alpha mantle to Scott (and I would argue begins to act as Scott's beta) with "This town needs someone to protect it, someone like you." but it's very important to note that while he is inspired by Scott, he does not emulate Scott. Following another person doesn't require the obliteration of self. Derek works with Chris Argent and he doesn't take killing Stiles off the table the way Scott does. He physically attacks him. He doesn't rush to Oak Creek, because he can be more helpful rescuing the twins from what will turn out to be Kate.

We see that in the way he talks about Scott throughout the season. It may look like he wants to join the Scott McCall Fan Club, but he rejects that, even in his big speech in The Divine Move (3x24). This is the key line: "You've had it wrong the whole time. You don't fight for a leader. You fight for a leader's cause." He's going to work with Scott, protect what Scott decides needs protection, and even be Scott's beta, but he's going to be his own person while doing so. He learned this from Scott who was willing to work with him in the first three season but who wasn't willing to simply do as he's told. He learned this, in a negative way, from Peter who manipulated him repeatedly, in Visionary's flashback (3x08), in Wolf's Bane (1x09), in Battlefield (2x11), in Alpha Pact (3x11).

Unlike Scott, who chooses to place the most value on life (but not above everything), Derek's more than willing to kill victims like Stiles in order to protect the town, as he tried in De-Void (3x22), but unlike his attempts to kill Lydia in Season 2, he's not doing it out of fear. In addition, as he says to the twins, he also believes he should be willing to die to protect what he cares about as well as kill. This manifests in his willingness to die in Season 4, and that willingness allows him to evolve. However, it's a reaction to what Kate did to him, not a decision to die in order to achieve an end. In the movie, however, it is an active choice. The nogitsune will never stop coming for his family, his alpha, his friends, and he makes the decision to sacrifice his life in order to prevent that. He doesn't do out of a reaction to the horrific memories of the Hale Fire; he's does it because he values family and pack; that's virtue. He's not doing because he's mindlessly following Scott or being manipulated by Peter, but out of own conviction that it is the right thing to do, which is strength of character. He faces fire, the same terror that destroyed his first family, without fear, which is force of will. He didn't mimic Scott's path to a new set of red eyes; he forged his own.

As tragic as it was, how could it be anything but satisfying?

#derek hale #teen wolf the movie #teen wolf meta

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Unexpected Family Revelation

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cLlxKXT by No1OSHAviolation Captain Christopher Pike and got to celebrate his 37th birthday. The night was filled with fun and laughter as he expected it would be, but one surprise he didn’t count on was admiral April showing up in his ready room, with an upset and scared 16-year-old girl. More so he didn’t expect that the 16-year-old would be his daughter. (Flashback 16 years ago when Captain Pike turns 21 during a drunken night on Risa newly promoted and maybe overly adventurous, Pike meets a woman named Evangeline and they fall in love for a short time and she ends up pregnant. Evangeline is dead now and so Saela is now in the care of Pike and the Enterprise. Chris doesn’t know how to be a dad let alone to a teenager but he has Una and the rest of the crew to help him out. Words: 2854, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Christopher Pike, Original Female Character(s), Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), Joseph M'Benga, Christine Chapel, Erica Ortegas, La'an Noonien-Singh, Nyota Uhura Relationships: Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike, Christopher Pike & Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Family Fluff, Father-Daughter Relationship, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Chris is a dad doing his best, Una is a saint, Fluff, Crew as Family, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Panic Attacks, Parent Death, Planet Risa (Star Trek), No beta we die like Saela’s mom, Offical Tag™️, I'm Bad At Tagging, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cLlxKXT

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #una x pike #unapike #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #una/pike

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Nino and the Glaring Cats

Thank you to the people in my team who beta read for me!

“Uhh… Nino? What are you doing?” Adrien asked with clear confusion.

“Feeding wild cats, dude” exclaimed Nino, wearing a feral grin.

“While we’re in New York?”

“I feed wild cats in Paris all the time, M. Rancomproix isn’t as strict on feeding cats as he is on feeding pigeons and rats. If our class is going on this weird tour of the US because Principal Damocles and the mayor wanted to stop the “Akuma Class” label, then I’m going to feed some wild cats” Nino nonchalantly replied.

Adrien was torn between being happy at learning something new about his best friend or concerned that Nino might get himself killed one day by feeding wild cats in alleyways. In his worry, he never noticed that one of the cats had a camera.

—

“Nino, are you feeding wild cats again? We’re in Gotham!” questioned a bewildered Adrien.

Nino just shrugged, “Of course I am dude, I won’t be able to fulfill my daily hobby of feeding wild cats if I didn’t.”

“I-I see….”

There was a pregnant pause between them.

“...Hand me some of the food. We still have time before we have to return to the hotel and I’m not letting my best friend die while feeding cats in Gotham by himself,” resigned Adrien.

Nino placed a hand over his heart, touched, with tears in his eyes, “Bro…”

—

The Joker was ready to take over Gotham Museum. He set up a series of bombs ready to douse the whole place with laughing gas.

As soon as he was ready to set off the explosives and make a dramatic entrance, he was suddenly surrounded by cats.

“What the-”

One of the cats glared at the Joker before letting out a loud “meow!” The cats descended upon the Joker, who could only scream. At around the same time, a visiting class from Paris left the museum, blissfully unaware of the battle that was just around the corner, with one exception. The lone member of the group only smirked and walked towards the waiting bus.

When the Bats found the rogue hours later, he was unconscious. Blood poured out of the many, many scratches on his person. His clothes were torn and covered in blood, barely covering the deep cuts along his arms and legs. One of his eyes lay torn out and on the concrete. The system of bombs was nothing more than a pile of scrap.

—

“Here we are! In the great city that is Metropolis and… you’re feeding wild cats, aren’t you Nino” Adrien sighed.

Nino gave him a cheeky grin “You know it, dude!” He held up a bag of cat food.

“Right, hand some over, let’s go find some cats,” Adrien quickly grabbed the bag out of Nino’s hands.

He didn’t see the bag full of photos at the boy’s feet.

—

Superboy was feeling restless. He just came back from visiting Robin in Gotham where he was treated to one entertaining story about cats attacking the Joker. The day was rather mundane and he was itching for some action.

He flew through the sky on his patrol, only to stop before a rooftop curiously. A lone cat was sitting on top glancing down at the roads below. One cat became two, then three. Before he knew it, there were over a dozen cats on the rooftop.

A bit unnerved, he went to take a closer look only for all the cats to suddenly flip their heads towards him and glare.

“Nope!” Superboy screamed, flying away at top speeds, not noticing the stares of someone below.

—

The class was back in Paris, and Nino was rather bored. It was then that he received a text from his oldest friend. After staring at the text for a while, Nino quickly decided to speed up some of his plans.

Taking his phone, he sent out some messages and then went to grab Chris and tell his parents that he invited some of his classmates over.

—

“Chat Noir! What up my dude!” Carapace happily greeted the feline hero.

“Hey Carapace, how do you like being a permanent hero now?” the hero teasingly asked.

“Ha… it still feels weird” Caparace shyly scratched the back of his head.

“Well, come to me if you need any pointers. You’ll find that I’m a purr-ty good teacher” smiled Chat Noir.

The turtle hero only laughed. “Sure thing, Chat Noir. By the way, I picked up some macarons from Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie before patrol, want one?”

Chat Noir happily accepted the cookies, not noticing the growing smile on Carapace’s face.

—

When Ladybug told him of a secret aid she had among civilians, he was curious. When his lady told him that he got invited to join as a superhero ambassador, he was excited. Now all he felt was shock at the five members in this group.

“Do you have it?”

“Of course we do, who do you think we are? Code, if you would,” the young girl motioned toward her partner.

“Clue and I have compiled a whole list of photographic evidence as well blueprints of the mansion with notes on an off-book construction that seemed to have taken place some time ago” the boy quipped, handing over a thick file of papers.

The other boy took the file with a nod. “Good, Crown, what about you?”

The mentioned Crown, scoffed. “Everything is ready to be uploaded when you give the green light. Let the minions take care of it first, it’ll be all the much more entertaining. Are the minions fully trained yet, Clowder?”

“Trained and ready to attack,” Clowder smirked.

Chat Noir had wide eyes, quickly darting his head around the room.

“What the…” Chat Noir whispered under his breath.

“You’ll get used to it” the last remaining member, Clock, shrugged.

—

Class was rather peaceful for once.

“And then Damian gave me this expensive bracelet��”

“Nevermind,” Marinette sighed under her breath, not in the mood to call out Lila.

She had a date with Luka later, so she decided to spend her time making plans for that instead. Not to mention, her plans with Kagami after school and the talk with Nino during lunch about Adrien’s new Metropolis boyfriend. He seemed nice, but they wanted to be absolutely sure that he wouldn't hurt their best friend.

“-nette, -ari-, Marinette!” Alix screamed.

“Ah! Sorry Alix, what is it?”

“Just wanted to return the notes you let me borrow last week and see if I could commission a banner for my next race from ya,” Alix requested with a smile, passing a notebook to the young designer.

Marinette could barely see the loose paper tucked between the pages.

“Oh, thanks Alix and of course, when is it?”

No one took notice of the small exchange. Nor did they take note of Max’s mad scribbling and Chloe’s furious typing. And no one especially heard Nino’s phone ping as soon as Chloe hit send on her text.

—

Gabriel was frustrated. No matter how many akumas he made, he kept getting foiled by the annoying bug and mangy cat. They got new allies too which only made his job harder.

“Natalie, did you make sure Adrien went to the photoshoot today”

“Of course, sir. Vincent said he’ll send over the results once he is done filtering through them, there seems to be quite a few discarded photos this time around” Natalie replied sternly, flipping through the schedule and emails on her tablet.

“Meow”

Gabriel and Natalie turned to find a cat standing in the middle of the office, completely black with piercing green eyes. The cat’s eyes narrowed at the two, not blinking, into an ominous stare.

“Natalie, why is there a cat in my office”

The woman was confused and a little scared, “I’m not sure, sir, I will have security remove it immediately.”

The cat was removed, only for another one to appear. Then another one, then another. Every time one cat was removed, another one would appear, each staring at the pair with unblinking eyes.

Gabriel soon had enough and ordered his security team fired for incompetence in allowing so many cats to enter the office. If all the fired employees soon found themselves jobs at Style Queen, no one mentioned it.

—

Adrien received some of the most shocking news of his life. “You want me to … what?!”

“In order to boost your image, I have decided it is better for you to start dating Lila Rossi. She is an upcoming model in our brand and therefore I feel that it would be beneficial to both of you.”

“But, I already am in a relationship.”

“I was not aware of such a thing. Who is it? If they are worthy I will let you continue seeing them, otherwise I expect you to break it off immediately.”

Adrien was hurt. He knew his father would immediately tell him to end the relationship if he knew who Jon was. Swallowing his dread, Adrien was ready to reply before a dozen cats fell from the ceiling, and another dozen rose up from underneath the floor that Adrien didn’t even know could move. They all started attacking his father.

Natalie and the gorilla quickly went to help his father, but Adrien could only stare frozen in shock. He recognized those cats.

The police and animal control arrived and his father was rushed to the hospital. All the cats were caught, and Adrien was afraid they would be put down, but Officer Roger assured him that the cats were going to be fine. They were just going to be monitored for a few days. That confused the boy, but he decided to accept the answer.

Another shock came when tons of documents and statements against his father for child abuse and unethical work practices were uncovered online and across multiple news sources while he was in the hospital. Then he received a message from Ladybug, saying that the civilian group had discovered some incriminating evidence towards Hawkmoth’s identity.

—

“It would seem that Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste” Code informed Chat Noir.

The superhero in question was reeling. There were photos of Hawkmoth’s lair within the Agreste mansion. His mother was there too, encased in some kind of coffin. Ladybug was tense beside him, her face pale. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Clowder clenching his fist and Crown glaring at the photos in disgust.

“How… how did you get this,” he choked out.

“Some of the cats found it while they were infiltrating the mansion. We called both you and Ladybug right afterward,” Clock solemnly stated.

Chat Noir couldn’t take it anymore and broke down.

“Chat!” Ladybug yelped in alarm.

—

It was over. With Gabriel Agreste still in the hospital for his wounds, the miraculous team had time to speak with law enforcement officials, recover the missing miraculous and arrest the man as soon as he was discharged.

Chat Noir, now Adrien turned to his friends. “So what exactly is all this?”

“Oh Adrikins, we’re Paris’s Glaring Cats. A group that takes down the lowlifes using cats. I make sure none of the little minions get put down for the stuff they do and handle all the media call outs,” Crown, aka Chloe, replied completely smug.

“Max and I are in charge of investigations and gathering evidence against our targets. Alya doesn’t realize how much information I’m actually getting while I’m out making deliveries,” Clue, Marinette, smirked, “Becoming Ladybug just happened suddenly and I wasn’t sure how Chat Noir was going to react until Nino, as Carapace, made a move.”

“Affirmative, we have all known each other since we were young and had found that we work rather well together, so we established a group centering around Nino’s remarkable ability to train cats,” Code, now known as Max firmly mentioned with a smile.

Adrien stared incredulously. “Alix?”

“Someone had to make sure these lunatics didn’t kill someone with the cats. Clock was the surveillance member who ran information around and misdirected anyone who was catching on,” explained Alix with their arms crossed.

Adrien was even more bewildered. “Nino?”

Nino laughed. “Well, dude, I, as Clowder, feed and train cats to attack people. Cats are smarter than you think dude. We even started an international branch during that trip around the US. We even got Catwoman and Green Lantern in on it.”

“That’s why we were feeding cats throughout the entire trip!”

“Yup! Now onto the more important matter, these are our next targets.”

Nino slammed down two photos. One was a picture of Lila giving Adrien a kiss on the cheek. The other photo was a picture of Jon from his last visit to Paris.

“No one harasses my best friend or bullies Nettie on my watch. And as for the farm boy, well let’s just say he needs to be properly warned about what happens if he breaks Adrien’s heart.”

The rest of the group only nodded along, already plotting. Adrien on the other hand was conflicted on whether he should be touched, embarrassed, or horrified. He decided on being all three before joining in the discussions on how to take down Lila.

@maribat-get-in

#maribat #mulberry melody #m?gi civil war 3 #oneshot #team chat noir

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