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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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The Happy Couple 3

Part 1 Part 2

I wasn’t going to do it. I wasn’t! But here we are. I make no promise and am just following a whim.

Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au)

Warnings: dark elements such a mob business and intimidation, spanking, threats. More to be added as they become relevant. You know what I write typically so you know what to expect.

Thank you all for the encouragement and I hope you enjoy.❤️

You choose a red satin halter dress and a pair of pointed Louboutins. The diamond studs gifted to you by your father on your sweet sixteen and a sparkly clutch finish the look, giving you the confidence to face Bucky. He’s always been slightly intimidating, all of your father’s men are scary given their line of work, but his charm adds another layer of fear.

Still, your father is your father. Bucky might have his blessing but he’s not familia yet. As you come down to the foyer, the click of your heels echoing in announcement of your descent, you find him admiring the portrait of you and your father propped up on a silver-trimmed table.

He shifts his feet to face you, his attention lingering on the frame for just a second. His blue eyes flit over and you see the twitch in the corners, the crow’s feet creasing handsomely. You get to the bottom and set your jaw.

“You said something about dinner.”

“Sweetheart,” he says breathlessly, “mmph, fuckin’ christ, look at you.”

“I hope you know I’m getting dessert. I always get dessert,” you lift your nose and strut past him.

“I love dessert,” he follows you, brushing by to open the door ahead of you.

A waft of his cologne tickles your nose and you don’t look at him as you continue outside without pause. You sense his pursuit and move your hand behind you, batting him away with your clutch before he can clap your ass. You shoo him with the glittering bag and click your tongue.

“Ah!” You warn and spin on your heel, “you’re a traditional man, aren’t you?”

“Hm?” A dimple deepens in his cheek as he meets your glare with a placid grin.

“You said you’re a man of tradition. If we’re going to… be married,” you find the words hard to get out as they raise goosebumps along your skin, “then you’re going to have to slow down.”

“Slow down? What do ya mean, doll?” He reaches for you, gripping your hips as he steps close.

“This,” you touch his hand, circling two his thick fingers with all of yours, “save all that for the wedding night.”

He snorts, “you’re not serious? This isn’t 1950–”

“Oh, it isn’t? Right, then whatever my father told you is null and void, right? It’s the twenty-first century, a woman can make her own decisions.”

“Now, don’t you play with me,” he wiggles his hand free of your grasp, “we both know you’re not a virgin. Not flaunting that ass like you do.”

“Excuse me,” you gasp and put your hand to your chest, “are you questioning my virtue?”

“You are ridiculous.”

“I am?” You muse, “well, I hear there are lots of other fish in the sea. Mob wives are a dime a dozen.”

“But you aren’t, sweetheart,” he grabs you by the waist, firmly, pulling you towards him. His heat encases you as you stumble in your steep heels and push your hand and clutch to his chest, “fine, let’s be old fashioned. I’ll settle for a kiss.”

“We haven’t even gone to dinner yet.”

“You know, I don’t usually ask,” his voice turns rigid.

“Alright, fine,” you flutter your lashes as your eyes roll back, “a kiss.”

You pucker your lips and lean in. He does the same and you swivel your neck suddenly so his lips catch your cheek. You giggle and nudge him away, slipping free of him. He catches your wrist and pulls you back so stagger clumsily in your heels.

“That’s not what I asked for, sweetheart.”

“A kiss. You got a kiss.”

“Don’t,” he raises a finger as he grits his teeth, “I got a feeling your daddy didn’t give you enough spankings.”

“And yours didn’t give you enough hugs, huh?”

“Don’t think I won’t bend you over right here.”

“You wouldn’t dare–” You scoff and roll your eyes again.

Suddenly you’re spun around, off-balance in your stilettos. He twists your arm up behind you and grabs your neck with his other hand. You whimper as you stand on your toes, straining as the pressure aches in your shoulder. He pushes on you as you resist, clenching your jaw as you bite down on your anger.

“What the fuck are you–”

“You keep running that mouth,” he shoves so hard you can’t resist. You bend forward so you don’t topple completely. He pinches your neck as he lets go of your arm and trails his hand down your spine. “And I’m gonna keep teaching you lessons.”

He spreads his hand across your ass and you squirm. His fingertips reach the short hem of the dress and he pulls back, a rush of air before his palm lands. The impact stings and radiates down your thighs. You whine and reach back, trying to shield his next slap. He swats you away and gropes you meanly.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

“Let me go! How dare you?! My father–”

“Daddy knows the deal he made. He doesn’t need the details but I’ll be more than happy to tell him everything.”

“Get off! Now! You fucking old–”

He raises his hand and spanks you again. You yelp and teeter in your shoes, his nails digging into the sides of your neck.

“Ow, you fucker–”

“Clean up the mouth before I do,” he snarls as he kneads your ass, “old as I am, I’ll still snap you in two, doll.”

“You’re fucked–”

“Baby, this ain’t a negotiation, let’s get that straight because there’s no way you’re winning. So here’s what happens. I’m gonna give you one last tap, as a warning, and you’re gonna stand up, give me a kiss, and we’re going to have a nice dinner. You get your dessert and I get to watch you eat it. How’s that?”

You moan as his grip on your neck sends a pang up your skull and you touch his hand lightly, “alright, you’re hurting me.”

“I told you, I don’t wanna hurt you but I never said I would,” he slaps your ass again, as promised, and lets you go.

His touch glosses down your arm as you stand and rub your neck. He pulls on your elbow until you turn to him and he presents his lips in an expectant pucker. You sigh and square your shoulders. You inch closer and bring your hands up to cradle his square jaw. You close your eyes and lean in until your mouth is on his.

He purrs as his hand settles on your hips and he kisses you back. His tongue flicks across your lips before you draw away, your cheeks hot and tingly. You arch your brow and look away, trying to appear frustrated rather than flustered.

“Can we go,” you sneer, “I’m hungry.”

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fantasblog · 2 months ago

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Chapter 4: The Arrival of Euclid and Scalene/ Into the Null Space** (Scibill au/shift falls)

As the swirling vortex of the dimensional rift stabilized, the air around the clearing grew heavy with an otherworldly energy. The team—Stanford, Stanley, Dipper, Mabel, Wendy, and Bill—stood in tense anticipation, unsure of what lay beyond the rift. Suddenly, the vortex pulsed with a bright flash of light, and two new figures emerged from the rift.

The first was a blue triangle-shaped figure, smaller than Bill, with a sharp, angular form and a small, black bow tie. His expression was one of cold calculation, his eyes gleaming with intelligence and an almost clinical detachment. This was **Euclid**, Bill Cipher’s mom.

Beside him floated a larger red triangle, a more imposing presence with a black top hat that hovered just above his head. His gaze was piercing, and his aura radiated an overwhelming sense of power and control. This was **Scalene**, Bill’s other mom.

Stanford's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the two new beings. He instinctively knew who they were—or at least, what they were. "More of them…,” he whispered, stepping back cautiously. “They’re like Bill.”

Bill Cipher’s confident demeanor faltered as he locked eyes with his parents, his usual cocky grin replaced by something that looked uncomfortably close to fear. “Mom. Other mom,” Bill said flatly, his voice betraying the tension in the air. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Euclid floated closer, her eyes narrowing at Bill. “It’s been a long time, son. You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Stirring up chaos across dimensions, escaping the fate of your home world. It seems you’ve gotten… comfortable.”

Scalene hovered beside Euclid, her voice low and commanding. “You’ve managed to survive longer than we expected, Bill. But I suppose you always were more resourceful than the others. Still, that doesn’t excuse what you’ve done—turning your back on us. Fleeing. Escaping the Euclidean Massacre.”

Stanford’s analytical mind kicked into gear as he listened. These two weren’t just more dimensional beings; they were Bill’s parents. And they were far more dangerous than he had anticipated. He glanced at Bill, then back to the new arrivals. “Who are you?” he demanded, trying to mask the fear in his voice. “What do you want with Bill?”

Euclid’s eyes flicked over to Stanford, regarding him with cold disdain. “Ah, the human. Stanford Pines, is it?” Her voice was sharp and precise. “You’ve been quite the nuisance. An interdimensional criminal, dabbling in things you don’t understand. No wonder our son took an interest in you.”

Scalene smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Bill’s muse. How quaint. You’ve caused quite the stir, Stanford. Interfering with our plans. You see, Bill may have abandoned us, but we haven’t forgotten him—or the mess he left behind.”

Stanley, ever the protector, stepped in front of Stanford, his fists clenched. “Hey! You got a problem with my brother, you’ve got a problem with me!”

Bill floated forward, his gaze darkening as he addressed his parents. “Leave them out of this. Whatever you want, you deal with me. I left for a reason. You two went insane—became chaotic, destructive. I didn’t want any part of it.”

Euclid’s expression remained cold. “Chaotic? Perhaps. But we saw the truth, Bill. We saw that order was nothing but a limitation on power. You ran because you were afraid—afraid of what you could become.”

Scalene’s voice dripped with a mixture of disappointment and condescension. “And now, look at you. Playing games with mortals. Hiding in this pitiful dimension with these weaklings.”

Bill clenched his fists, his usual smugness gone. “I’m not like you. I found my own path.”

Stanford, taking in the situation, finally stepped forward. “Whatever your reasons, you’ve come here for something. What do you want with Bill—and with this dimension?”

Scalene turned her gaze back to Stanford, her eyes narrowing. “We’ve come to reclaim what’s ours. Bill has avoided us for long enough, but his little games have finally caught up with him. And as for this dimension…” She trailed off, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “We see potential.”

Euclid nodded in agreement. “The anomalies you’ve been experiencing—those dimensional rifts—are just the beginning. The barriers between worlds are weakening. Soon, this dimension will be consumed by chaos, just as ours was.”

Mabel and Dipper exchanged worried glances, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “What do we do?” Mabel whispered to Dipper, her usual optimism replaced by fear.

Before Dipper could respond, Bill spoke up, his voice full of defiance. “You’re not taking this dimension. You’re not destroying another world.”

Euclid raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what do you plan to do to stop us?”

Bill’s eyes burned with a fierce determination. “Whatever it takes.”

Stanford, now standing side by side with Bill, nodded. “We’ll fight back. We’ve faced worse before, and we’ll face this too.”

Scalene laughed, her voice echoing through the clearing. “You think you can stop us? How adorable. But very well—let’s see how long your defiance lasts.”

With that, Euclid and Scalene floated back toward the rift, their presence still looming over the group like a dark shadow. “This isn’t over,” Euclid said coldly. “We’ll be watching.”

The rift shimmered, and with a final burst of energy, the two vanished back into the vortex, leaving the group in stunned silence.

Bill hovered in place, his expression unreadable. “They won’t give up,” he said quietly. “They’ll come back. And when they do, they’ll bring everything they’ve got.”

Stanford placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Then we’ll be ready. Whatever they have planned, we’ll face it together.”

The team gathered around, united in their resolve. Gravity Falls had faced countless threats before, but this was unlike anything they had ever encountered. The stakes were higher, the enemies more dangerous—but they weren’t backing down.

As the rift shimmered and closed behind Euclid and Scalene, the air in the clearing felt heavy. The looming threat of Bill Cipher's parents—ancient, powerful beings—cast a shadow over the group. The danger wasn’t just a personal conflict for Bill anymore. It was a battle for the survival of their entire dimension.

Stanford Pines stood alongside Bill, his mind racing. The return of Bill’s parents had complicated things immensely. If Euclid and Scalene truly intended to unleash chaos on Gravity Falls, it meant the dimensional fabric itself was in danger of collapsing.

“We need a plan,” Stanford finally said, breaking the tense silence. His voice was steady, but there was no mistaking the urgency behind it. “Those two won’t stop until they’ve torn this world apart.”

Stanley, arms crossed and still simmering with anger, spoke up. “You heard ‘em—they want to bring chaos here like they did to their own world. We need to find a way to stop them, once and for all.”

Mabel stepped forward, her eyes wide but determined. “They seemed really powerful, though. How do we fight something like that?”

Dipper, who had been staring at the now-closed rift, turned to face the group. “We need to learn more about them—what they are, what they’re capable of. If they’re like Bill, maybe there’s something in the journals or in the portal notes that can help us.”

Bill, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke. “You’re right, kid.” His voice was tense, devoid of its usual smugness. “But don’t get your hopes up. Euclid and Scalene aren’t like me—they’re far worse. They embraced the chaos of the multiverse in ways even I wouldn’t. And they’ve had centuries to grow stronger.”

Stanford frowned. “What exactly are they capable of? You need to tell us everything.”

Bill hesitated. For the first time, the trickster demon seemed genuinely unsure. “They don’t just break worlds—they twist them. Euclid’s a master of dimensional mathematics. He can calculate the structural weaknesses of a universe and tear it apart from the inside. And Scalene… she’s pure entropy. Anything she touches unravels. Order, stability—it all crumbles in her presence.”

Wendy, who had been silently absorbing the conversation, finally spoke. “Sounds like we’re going to need more than gadgets and journals to handle this.”

McGucket, who had been scribbling furiously in his notebook, suddenly looked up. “I reckon we might need to reinforce the dimensional barriers themselves! I’ve been workin’ on theories fer how to stabilize dimensional rifts—if we can reinforce Gravity Falls, maybe we can keep their influence out!”

Stanford nodded, intrigued. “That might work, but we’ll need to modify the technology we have. The portal tech I’ve built can detect dimensional weaknesses, but we need something stronger to contain or repel them.”

Bill hovered slightly above the group, arms crossed. “If you’re thinking of trying to fight them on a scientific front, you’re gonna need more than just machinery. They’re beings of pure chaos—unpredictable, uncontrollable. But… I might have something that could help. It’s risky, though.”

Dipper raised an eyebrow. “Risky? Coming from you, that sounds... concerning.”

Bill gave a half-smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, kid. It’s concerning. But desperate times, right? There’s a place in the multiverse—a kind of ‘null space’ between dimensions. It’s where I learned a lot of my tricks. There might be something there we can use to counteract Euclid and Scalene’s powers. But accessing it? Not easy.”

Stanford’s eyes lit up. “Null space… That could be a breakthrough. If we can tap into that, we might find something—some energy or force—that can oppose their chaos.”

Stanley, still wary of Bill, chimed in. “And how do we know this isn’t another one of your tricks, huh?”

Bill floated closer to Stanley, his expression serious. “Trust me, Sixer’s brother—I want them gone just as much as you do. You think I liked running from them? No. They want to tear this place apart, and I like this dimension. It’s fun. So, if you’re asking if I’m in this for myself—yeah, I am. But that also means we have a common goal.”

Stanford turned to the group. “We don’t have much time. Euclid and Scalene are preparing for their next move. If we’re going to stop them, we need to start gathering resources—both from here and from wherever this null space is.”

Mabel pumped her fist in the air. “Let’s do this! We’ve faced monsters, possessed gnomes, and time travelers. A couple of triangle demons? We’ve got this!”

Dipper, still thoughtful, nodded. “We’ll need to be smart about it. We should divide into teams—some of us should work on reinforcing the dimensional barriers here, and the rest of us will explore this null space Bill mentioned.”

Stanford smiled at Dipper’s initiative. “Good thinking, Dipper. I’ll stay here and work with McGucket on the dimensional barrier technology. Bill, you’ll lead the expedition to null space.”

Bill grinned, his confidence returning. “You got it, Sixer.”

Wendy stepped forward. “I’ll go with Bill. Someone’s got to keep an eye on him, right?”

Dipper, looking between Bill and Wendy, raised his hand. “I’ll go too. If there’s something out there that can help us stop Euclid and Scalene, I want to be part of finding it.”

Stanley clapped a hand on Mabel’s shoulder. “Looks like the rest of us will stick here and make sure Gravity Falls doesn’t fall apart while you’re gone.”

The team agreed, each taking their roles seriously. With the clock ticking, they had no choice but to trust in Bill’s knowledge and Stanford’s technology. Euclid and Scalene would return, and when they did, it would be an all-out war for the fate of the dimension.

As the group dispersed to prepare for their tasks, the sense of urgency hung thick in the air. The fate of Gravity Falls—and perhaps the multiverse itself—rested on their shoulders. The battle against chaos was just beginning.

The next morning, the team gathered outside the Mystery Shack. The sky was unusually cloudy, an eerie reflection of the looming threat. Bill, floating lazily in the air, was back to his usual smirk, though his eyes held a flicker of seriousness.

Dipper, Wendy, and Bill stood together, ready to embark on the mission into null space. Mabel, Stanley, and McGucket were already setting up the equipment to work with Stanford on the dimensional barriers, the hum of machinery filling the air.

Stanford approached Dipper and handed him a small, cylindrical device. “This is a dimensional tether. It’ll keep you anchored to our reality when you’re inside null space. Use it to find your way back. And be careful—null space is unpredictable. It doesn’t follow any of the normal laws of physics.”

Dipper nodded, slipping the device into his jacket pocket. “We’ll be careful, Grunkle Ford. Just… keep this place safe until we get back.”

Stanford patted him on the shoulder, glancing over at Bill. “You’re going to need him in there. Whatever happens, trust your instincts.”

Stanley, standing beside Mabel, raised an eyebrow at Bill. “Don’t get any ideas, Cipher. If you mess this up, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Bill’s eye rolled dramatically. “Relax, Sixer’s brother. I’m not looking to double-cross anyone. We’re all in this together now.” His expression grew a little more serious as he turned to Dipper and Wendy. “You two ready? Null space isn’t exactly a vacation spot.”

Wendy slung her axe over her shoulder and cracked her knuckles. “I’ve been ready for weirder stuff since the zombie invasion. Let’s go.”

Dipper nodded. “Let’s do this.”

With that, Bill raised his hands, summoning a shimmering blue portal in the air. The edges crackled with energy, and the vortex swirled with unnatural force. “This’ll take us straight into null space. Just stick close to me, and don’t touch anything unless I say it’s safe.”

Dipper and Wendy exchanged a glance, then followed Bill into the portal. The world warped around them, and they were pulled into the strange, chaotic realm of null space.

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**Inside Null Space**

The moment they crossed into null space, the difference was staggering. The landscape was a surreal, shifting expanse of shapes, colors, and dimensions that defied logic. Objects floated in and out of existence, and gravity seemed to bend and twist in random directions. The sky was a swirling mass of purples and reds, with flashes of green lightning arcing across the horizon.

Wendy whistled, looking around in awe. “Okay, this is definitely weirder than the time I saw a gnome spit up rainbows.”

Dipper held tightly to the dimensional tether, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of the surroundings. “This place… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. How do we even know where to go?”

Bill, floating above them, looked unusually focused. “Null space is a place between places—where the rules don’t apply. But there are *paths* here if you know how to look for them. We’re looking for a particular pocket of energy. It’s what Euclid and Scalene used to fuel their chaos back in our home dimension. If we can harness it, we can counteract their power.”

As they ventured deeper into the strange landscape, they encountered a series of floating geometric shapes—pyramids, cubes, and fractals—that shimmered and shifted as they passed. Occasionally, the ground itself would tilt, forcing them to adjust their footing or risk falling into an endless void.

Wendy glanced at Bill. “So, what’s the deal with your parents? You made it sound like they used to be normal. What happened to them?”

Bill’s eye darkened slightly as he floated along beside them. “They weren’t always like this. When I was younger, our dimension was a place of logic, structure. Euclid was obsessed with mathematics, and Scalene was focused on maintaining balance. But somewhere along the way, they became obsessed with the idea of *absolute* power. They started experimenting with chaos energy, and it changed them.”

He paused, his voice quieter. “I tried to stop them. But by then, they were too far gone. They wanted to destroy everything to remake it in their image. So I ran.”

Dipper frowned, trying to piece it together. “You didn’t destroy your own dimension, did you? Your parents did.”

Bill nodded. “They unleashed the chaos, and I barely escaped. They were too powerful to stop, so I came here. And now… well, they’ve found me. And if they have their way, this dimension will be next.”

Wendy raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been running from them all this time?”

Bill’s eye narrowed. “I wasn’t *running*. I was surviving. There’s a difference.”

Before Wendy could reply, the ground beneath them shifted again, and a towering structure appeared in the distance. It looked like an impossible construction—a series of interlocking triangles and spirals that defied geometry, suspended in mid-air.

Bill stopped, his expression turning grim. “There it is. That’s the energy source we need to tap into. But getting close to it? That’s going to be the tricky part.”

Dipper stared at the structure. “What do you mean?”

Bill pointed at the shimmering shape in the sky. “That thing’s surrounded by chaos energy. One wrong move, and it could tear you apart—literally. You’d be unmade, scattered across the multiverse.”

Wendy smirked, gripping her axe tightly. “Sounds fun. What’s the plan?”

Bill floated closer to the structure, his eye narrowing in concentration. “You two will need to distract it.”

Dipper blinked. “Distract *what*, exactly?”

Before Bill could answer, the structure began to shift, and a massive form emerged from within it. It was an enormous, glowing creature made of pure chaos energy, its body constantly changing shape—one moment it was a serpentine figure, the next it was a mass of twisting limbs and eyes. The very air around it crackled with instability.

Bill grinned, his confidence returning. “That. You two keep it busy while I extract the energy we need. Try not to get yourselves erased from existence.”

Wendy gave a confident nod, while Dipper swallowed nervously. “No pressure,” Dipper muttered.

The creature let out a roar, its voice echoing through the distorted space. Wendy raised her axe, ready for a fight, and Dipper held onto the dimensional tether tightly.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Wendy shouted, charging toward the creature.

As the battle began, Bill floated toward the structure, his hands glowing as he began the delicate process of extracting the chaotic energy they needed. The next step in their journey was underway, and the fate of Gravity Falls hung in the balance.

Back at the Mystery Shack, Stanford and Mabel worked feverishly on the dimensional barrier equipment. The machine they were assembling was a complex array of circuits and energy nodes designed to reinforce the dimensional integrity of Gravity Falls. The atmosphere was tense, with everyone focused on their respective tasks.

Stanley, ever the hands-on guy, was busy making final adjustments. “Mabel, hand me that flux regulator,” he said, pointing to a small, intricate device on the workbench.

Mabel, carefully picking up the component, noticed a peculiar-looking suit hanging nearby. It was Stanley’s old space suit, which had been modified with various gadgets over the years. “Hey, Grunkle Stan, what’s this suit for again?”

Stanley glanced over his shoulder. “That old thing? It’s mostly for dealing with environmental anomalies. Figured it’d be good to have just in case. But don’t mess with it right now, Mabel. We’re on a tight schedule.”

Mabel, her curiosity piqued, couldn’t resist. “Just taking a closer look.” As she fiddled with the suit’s controls, a series of unexpected lights began flashing, and the suit emitted a low hum.

Stanley’s eyes widened. “Wait, Mabel, don’t—”

Before anyone could react, the suit’s built-in portal device activated, creating a shimmering vortex. Mabel, still inside the suit and unaware of the danger, was pulled into the rift along with Stanford, who had been trying to reach her.

Stanley’s shouts of alarm echoed as the portal closed behind them, leaving him alone in the workshop. “No, no, no! Mabel! Ford!”

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**Inside Null Space**

Stanford and Mabel tumbled through the chaotic landscape of null space, their surroundings a dizzying blur of colors and shifting shapes. They landed with a thud on the uneven ground, disoriented but relatively unharmed.

Stanford groaned as he picked himself up. “Mabel! Are you alright?”

Mabel, dusting herself off, looked around in awe. “Whoa… where are we?”

Stanford, already adjusting his gear and scanning the area, replied, “We’re in null space. It’s an unstable, dimension-spanning void between realities. Not exactly where we intended to be.”

Mabel looked around at the swirling, ever-changing scenery. “This is incredible! But also kind of terrifying.”

Stanford nodded, his expression serious. “We need to find a way back to the Shack and fast. This place is unpredictable and dangerous. The suit’s portal must have malfunctioned and brought us here.”

As they began to move cautiously, trying to get their bearings, they noticed a distant, glowing structure in the landscape. It looked like a massive, geometric formation—a structure similar to the one Dipper, Wendy, and Bill were heading toward.

Mabel pointed to it. “That looks like it could be important. Do you think it’s related to what’s going on with Bill and the others?”

Stanford squinted at the structure, his mind racing. “It’s possible. We might be able to find some clues or even help them if we can get closer.”

They started making their way toward the structure, but the chaotic nature of null space made progress slow and treacherous. Every step seemed to alter the environment around them, causing the ground to shift and gravity to fluctuate unpredictably.

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**Meanwhile, in the Battle Against the Chaos Creature**

Bill and Wendy were locked in a fierce battle with the chaotic creature, which continued to shift and morph with each passing moment. Dipper fought alongside Wendy, using a combination of tactics and bravery to keep the creature at bay.

Bill floated above them, concentrating on extracting the chaotic energy from the massive structure. “Hang in there! I’m almost done!”

Suddenly, a rift opened nearby, and Stanford and Mabel stumbled out, landing clumsily on the chaotic ground. The sudden appearance of the newcomers caught everyone’s attention.

Bill’s eye widened in shock. “Ford! Mabel! What are you doing here?”

Stanford, dusting himself off and looking around, replied, “We were pulled into null space by a malfunctioning portal device. We need to get back, but we saw the structure and thought it might help.”

Mabel, looking at the chaotic creature, added, “This place is wild! But it looks like you guys could use some help.”

Dipper, recognizing the gravity of the situation, rushed over. “We could definitely use some extra hands. The creature’s tough, and we’re not sure how long Bill can keep it distracted.”

Stanford quickly assessed the situation. “Alright, Mabel, stay close and follow my lead. We need to help Bill finish what he started. Once we’ve dealt with this creature, we can find a way back.”

With renewed determination, the group coordinated their efforts. Mabel used her resourcefulness to create distractions and provide support, while Stanford used his knowledge of dimensional theory to help stabilize the environment around them.

Bill, concentrating on the energy extraction, glanced at Stanford with a mix of relief and frustration. “I didn’t expect you guys to show up here. But since you’re here, let’s get this done.”

As the battle continued, the combined efforts of the group began to turn the tide. The chaotic creature, overwhelmed by their coordinated attacks and Bill’s extraction efforts, started to weaken.

Finally, with one last surge of energy, Bill managed to extract the chaotic essence from the structure, causing the creature to dissipate into the void.

Bill floated down, looking exhausted but satisfied. “We did it. The energy we needed is secured. Now we just need to get back to Gravity Falls and reinforce the dimensional barriers.”

Stanford nodded, his expression focused. “We’ve still got work to do. But with this energy, we might have a chance to stop Euclid and Scalene.”

With the chaotic creature defeated and the critical energy secured, the group prepared to return to the Mystery Shack. The journey had been perilous, but they had succeeded in their first step toward confronting the looming threat.

With the chaotic creature defeated and the critical energy extracted, the group began to prepare for their return to Gravity Falls. Bill Cipher, floating nearby, was still visibly drained from the intense battle.

As everyone gathered their things and began to regroup, Bill’s eye narrowed slightly, and he suddenly seemed preoccupied. “Man, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

Dipper, wiping sweat from his brow, looked up. “Hungry? Now? We’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

Bill waved him off with a dismissive gesture. “I can’t help it. It’s been ages since I’ve had a proper meal. And this place? Well, let’s just say it’s not exactly easy to find a good snack.”

As if on cue, Bill’s gaze fell on the remains of the chaotic creature. The creature’s body had dissolved into a floating, shifting mass of chaotic energy, but a few remnants still floated around. Bill’s eye gleamed with an odd mixture of curiosity and hunger.

Without a second thought, Bill extended his mouth—an odd, distorted eye-mouth—toward the chaotic energy. He began to “consume” the energy, his mouth opening wide and swirling as he devoured the remnants of the creature. The process was unsettling to watch, as the chaos energy seemed to vanish into Bill’s form.

Stanford, observing with a mixture of horror and disbelief, stared. “Bill, what are you doing? That’s not—”

Before he could finish, Bill let out a satisfied sigh and then, quite unexpectedly, burped loudly. The burp echoed across the chaotic landscape, and a faint shimmer of leftover chaotic energy dispersed into the void.

Mabel, watching with a mix of amusement and disgust, chuckled. “Well, that’s one way to deal with leftovers.”

Bill floated back to the group, looking considerably more content. “Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. I was starving, and that chaos beast was surprisingly filling.”

Wendy, trying to suppress a laugh, shook her head. “Man, you’re something else, Bill.”

Dipper, still trying to process what he had just seen, sighed. “At least you’re not hungry anymore. Let’s just get back to the Shack and reinforce those barriers.”

Stanford, though still uneasy about Bill’s choice of “snack,” nodded in agreement. “We need to return and prepare for the next phase. Euclid and Scalene are still out there, and we have a lot of work ahead of us.”

Bill nodded, his previous hunger now sated. “Alright, let’s head back. I’ll open the portal.”

With the chaotic creature’s remnants consumed and the group’s spirits lifted by their victory (and Bill’s unexpected burp), Bill floated up and began to conjure a new portal to take them back to Gravity Falls.

As the portal shimmered into existence, the group stepped through one by one, returning to the familiar, albeit still strange, reality of the Mystery Shack.

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**Back at the Mystery Shack**

Upon their return, the group was greeted by a worried Stanley, who had been anxiously waiting for their return. His face lit up with relief when he saw them emerge from the portal.

“There you are! I was about to lose my mind,” Stanley exclaimed. “What happened? Are you alright?”

Mabel grinned, stepping forward. “We’re all good! Bill just had a rather… unconventional snack, but other than that, everything’s fine.”

Stanley raised an eyebrow, looking at Bill with a mixture of skepticism and disbelief. “I see. Well, I’m just glad you’re back.”

Stanford immediately got to work with McGucket and the team on reinforcing the dimensional barriers. The chaotic energy extracted from null space was integrated into the equipment, and the complex machinery began to hum with renewed power.

Dipper and Mabel helped out, setting up additional defenses and ensuring everything was in place for the coming confrontation with Euclid and Scalene.

As the preparations continued, the team knew they had only taken the first steps in a long and arduous battle. But with their combined efforts and newfound knowledge, they were ready to face whatever came next.

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cyrusthemagician · 6 months ago

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🔮CYRUS!🪄 TADC OC INFO/MASTERPOST☆

Name: cyrus

Age: 26 (joined at 20)

Gender: trans ftm

Pronouns: he/him ………………………………….

Likes: magic, wonder, amazement, performing, caring for and watching over the others, talking to his friends, chatting with sun and moon after adventures, writing, mermen, sparkles, going to the beach, rainy days, his MANNNNN (speedy), roses and flowers, romantic movies, sight seeing, sunsets

Dislikes: being alone, silence, thunder, his cards, accepting the future, accepting loss, Jax, mentions of the exit, abstractions, mentions of abstraction, arrogant(selfish, greedy, toxic, ect) people

Personality: Cyrus is a sweet and loving guy, he is always caring for those around him and using his magic to help anyone with their struggles. He is selfless and gentle, being patient with others needs and behaviors. He sees the good in almost anyone but this dosnt means he's oblivious to the bad in the world and its people.

Backstory: As a human he was rather well known, his names was Ciri Princin (pronounced: seer-e, Prince-In), he was a performer/magician. Often hired for birthdays or special events. One day he was reached out to by C&A. They had heard the buzz around Ciri's name and were hosting an opening event for their new headsets. C&A wanted him to test it out in front of their "guests and clients", show how it worked and introduce it to them, all of that, hype it up! after thinking it over he gladly accepted. when the night came he was buzzing, so excited and honored to be able to play such an important role, C&A promised to pay well too. When he got up onto stage and placed the headset on after a lengthy introduction to the headset and himself, it was lights out. one thing he didnt know or get to figure out for himself, was that the "audience" he was infront of, was just C&A staff to convince and trick Ciri into a false sense of security.

!Relationships chart!

!Extras!

has 6 cards (shown on ref and not including my other ocs/friends ocs as this is adjusted at times) that each have vauge almost riddle like explanations of each members futures (in the circus obvi)

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the glass of his crystal balls changes colors to compensate for the lack of expressive facial features.. or any at all:

yellow: happy red: angry orange: hatred green: nausea blue: sadness light blue: worry purple: normal pink: love/flustered/embarrassed gray: null black: depressed/disasosiating white: scared/terrified/surprised

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playlists: Cyrus Speedball (Cyrus and Speedy) Cyrus (opposite au)

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he has been in the circus for the second longest!

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his hobbies include writing, wood carving, and ofc magic

----Now cyrus has magic right? but how far can it really go?---- cyrus's magic info!

!More art!(au vers included)

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elvendria · 1 year ago

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Clean (formerly Love is a Battlefield)

AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part Three

(i was planning out the story and realised the name no longer suited, so here we are)

Summary:

You return to Hawkins after a few years in the middle of the night during the summer with your 4-year-old sister in tow, thinking the two of you could fly under the radar and settle in at Forest Hills Trailer Park. You thought you could get by without bumping into your old enemy, Eddie Munson, the town freak.

But you weren't always enemies, in fact, there was a time when you two were closer than anything.

Eddie dreams of making it big, you just dream of making it out of here alive.

\\enemies - lovers//

((Warning I'm not from the US, so bare with me when it comes to states and such))

tw: smut 18+ oral (m receiving) 18+ MINORS DNI or I will be busting kneecaps, E.D, physical abuse, child abuse, runaways, the reader Joyce's ex-step-niece, Will and Johnathan's cousin, Joyce is Queen, Wayne is King, slow burn, gambling addictions, the reader is 20 and Eddie is 21, Chrissy is the villain but we stan Grace. Reader has a small scar on her lower torso. underage drinking, allusions to smut, no details of smut for obvious reasons, eventual smut in upcoming chapters,

Word Count: 5226K

part one part two part three part four

Days turned into weeks, and soon it was the middle of July, and still even then, his touch lingered on your lips. It was as soft as you'd remembered. He still tasted like mountain dew and toothpaste, only now with the added taste of cigarettes.

It made your chest lurch at the memory.

Are you sure?

Those words echoed in your mind late at night, the way his eyes widened, red-rimmed from being told the news. The feel of his hands on yours, both of you centimetres from crossing the line of no return.

-flashback to sophomore year-

You'd just been told you were moving across the country, and your heart currently resided in your feet. You were 16 but you were convinced your life was over. Everyone you knew, everyone you loved, was here. Your home was Hawkins, and despite your wishes to leave, you never wanted to leave like this.

You wanted to leave with your best friend, the guy you'd been crushing on since you met him. Eddie Munson, your guy, is the only person who saw you for you. Who knew you better than you knw yourself. And now you were expected to leave him behind with the promise that you'd fucking write every week.

And that's how you ended up sitting on his bed and staring at his posters, your hands wringing together in your lap. He was silent on the other side of the room, processing your words..

"So this is it." You could tell he was doing his best to maintain composure and to be strong for you, which was fruitless because you were already a mess. You just needed your best friend to hold you and hug you and tell you it would be okay.

"I guess that deal we made in freshman year is null and void now." You tried to lighten the mood, but it was near impossible, because your predicament hung like a heavy cloud in the room, threatening to open and rain down on everyone beneath it.

It took him a while to remember the deal, or at least he let on that it took him a while. The truth was that it was all he ever thought about. He plagued him late at night, and whenever he saw you smile. Hell, it was on a loop in his mind whenever he saw you in general, he just didn't think it was something you'd remembered making.

It had been your first high school party, Eddie had snuck you both in the spring of your freshman year, and you'd gotten quite drunk. Jason Carver had tried to kiss you but your fist had given him the message, and so he stopped. Besides that, the party was uneventful. Eddie stayed sober to make sure you'd get home okay, but he told you it was because he didn't like any of the alcohol there.

"Promise me we'll be each other's firsts, okay?" You had murmured out, stumbling into his arms. He knew you were gonna be killed if you went home this way, he wasn't blind to your bruises.

"Firsts? First what?" He didn't register it until moments later, too focused on how pretty you looked in the moonlight. Like something, someone, from a fairy tale. You were gorgeous, effortlessly so. He didn't know why you didn't see it. "Oh... sure, I mean it's not like I'm gonna find anyone else."

You continued to mumble as he led you back to the trailer park. He so badly wanted to kiss you at this moment, the stars the only witnesses, but he wasn't a creep, and he wasn't going to try something if he felt you wouldn't remember or worse, didn't want it.

Now fast forward a year later, and he's sitting, staring at you like you'd just told him you knew about his best-kept secret. "You... You remember? You were so drunk, I thought-"

"No matter how much I drank that night, I don't think I'd ever forget asking you to... well you know." You didn't want to carry on saying it, afraid that if you do he'll laugh, tell you that you're crazy or stupid. You were so caught up in feeling this way, in being in your own head, that you didn't realise he'd moved closer to you until suddenly his hands were on yours, his body between your knees.

"What... What if it wasn't null and void. What if we still did it? Only if you want to of course..." He wanted to tell her how beautiful you were. You'd known each other since they were kids, and in his eyes, you'd only gotten more beautiful with each passing second. Every moment with you was a moment he used to study the colours in your eyes, counting the small freckles on your arms. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you were capable of, of all your potential.

He'd always known you were more than Hawkins, more than the parents that would drag you down and squash your dreams in a heartbeat. He'd always known that if your heart ever broke, he'd replace it with his own in a second. He'd always known it was yours, ever since he'd seen you that first time.

You didn't know what to say. Your eyes were trained on his, and his eyes burned with something... unrecognisable. Something that made you feel warm. All it took was a nod of your head, and slowly he moved you onto the bed, ridding you both of your clothes.

His lips ghosted over your own, taking your breath in heavy pants, his arms steady by your head

And then he spoke those words. The ones that haunted you still. Those three small words would run through your mind late at night.

"Are you sure?"

You sometimes wondered what your life would be like if you changed your mind. If you told him you weren't sure. But late at night, when your mind won't turn off, all you can picture is his alabaster skin, his hands on you, holding you, cradling you, caring for you. The feel of his lips on yours. He tasted the same, it almost made you mad. Your skin still tingled from where he touched you, just like it had before. It almost made you scream.

Almost.

All these things, the small details that should irritate you, instead warmed you. Knowing he had changed in appearance only, something about that made you feel... some way as you stocked the shelves at work. But you couldn't, he was dating that overly preppy girl who would come around all the time. He was taken, spoken for, and in love with a girl who looked nothing like you. Pushing your thoughts and feelings aside, you gathered up your things as your shift ended.

You were due to collect your car from the garage of Waynes' friend. You hadn't spoken with him, but Wayne promised he was a good guy, best in Hawkins. And you trusted Wayne. He'd told you it was just a ten-minute walk from your job, which you were grateful for. As much as you'd come to like Simon, there were only so many times you could listen to him complain about the kids who delayed him in the mornings.

Stepping off the bus, you let out a long sigh, tired from the long day. All you were looking forward to was getting home so you could curl up on the couch with Willow, watching a film you let her pick out from Family Video. The guy from behind the counter was familiar, but you just couldn't place him.

Trudging along the street, feet barely lifting off the ground, you were sure Wayne had gotten it wrong and in fact, the garage was ten miles, not ten minutes.

As you walked you made a mental note of what you had to do once you got your car back. Laundry was top of the list, the downside of getting a trailer so soon and on such short notice is that you had no washer or dryer, leaving you to rely solely on the laundromat in town.

Trekking into town had been a nuisance, especially lugging the clothes to and from the laundromat. You were thinking of investing in a washboard and going all 1800s, but you knew that you wouldn't be able to keep up with the mountain of washing, or the pain it would cause your arms. Thankfully Wayne said you could start using his after mentioning that idea to him, so you didn't have to worry about it anymore after this load.

The garage was a rusty building, looking like it would collapse with one good gust of wind. But Wayne said that the guy working on your car was the best, although when you stepped inside you began questioning his judgement for the first time in your life.

Your car sat in the middle of the room, with no mechanic in sight. Loud banging could be heard, drilling and hammering, metal clanking off metal echoed and bounced around the room. You looked around and felt slightly exposed, worried the guy servicing the car would be a creep.

Due to the heat, you had opted for an off-the-shoulders top crop top and shorts, and if Greg's comments were anything to go by, you were showing a lot of skin.

"I'm uh... I'm here to pick up my car?" Your voice was meek, tiny and quiet as you attempted to call out, although thankfully someone heard you because you could hear footsteps coming towards you.

"Yeah, no problem, which one is i- Oh, it's you." He stood there, white muscle shirt clinging to his body and suddenly you forgot how to breathe. You weren't sure how you hadn't noticed it before, but despite his slender frame, he was actually pretty buff. Combined with sweat from working in the heat all day, every crease and dip and curve became all that more defined. You felt your mouth go dry as your core goes wet.

What were you supposed to do, he was standing there looking like someone out of a Playgirl magazine. a sweaty oily rag tossed over his shoulder and a grease smudge on his cheek.

His dark hair was a mess of loose curls, only made worse by his hand running through them, fussing with it and pushing it back. The majority of it was tied back in a bun, but there were a few stray pieces that framed his face, now sticking to it.

You stared at him for a few seconds without speaking, your mind blank. You were at a loss for words, which was very rare when it came to him. Most of the time you were cursing him from a height, or calling him every name under the sun before Willow even woke up in the morning. Just as you expected though, it didn't take long for you to find it again.

"Wait, you're looking after my car?" You were slightly annoyed, you had hoped to never run into him again if possible. You were also annoyed with Wayne, knowing without a doubt he had set this up. Had Eddie asked him too? Had Eddie done something to your car so you'd have to go to him? Okay, that may have been a stretch, but it couldn't be ruled out.

He looked at the ground, shuffling his shoes on the concrete and twisting his rings. You could feel his smirk before you could see it. That same damn smirk that used to make you weak in the knees. Turns out that some things never change. He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head up to look at you like he was some kind of winner in this situation. Like he knew something you didn't. "This is the car I was assigned, why, is that a problem?" He looked down at your shoes and back up at you, eyes raking across your body and taking slightly longer to stare at your chest. Back in Nevada, you would have slapped a boy for doing that, but with Eddie, you felt... alright about it? You mimicked his stance, arms crossed under your chest, unknowingly pushing them up more.

"Shouldn't be, as long as you actually work on it and don't, you know, throw yourself at it with no warning." You glared daggers into him, letting him know exactly what you thought of his actions a few weeks ago. You would never admit you liked it. No, you would go to the grave with that secret.

You watched as his face fell, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he looked... almost ashamed. Strangely, it made your heart sink. Did he regret it? Did he hate it? Did he hate that it was you? Maybe he thought it was going to feel different, maybe it wasn't the same for him as it was for you.

You couldn't take this anymore, you could feel tears brimming your eyes for some stupid reason and just needed to leave. You shouldn't care, he clearly didn't. "Look, just tell me how much I owe you and I'll be on my way." You didn't know why you were upset, you had filled your quota of tears over him in the months that followed after your last letter.

The letter where you told him to call you. That you had something you needed to tell him and that it didn't feel right to put it in a letter.

The letter he never responded to. The letter he never heeded. The letter that was the last time you spoke to him. You were terrified, going through a truly horrific time in your life and needing the man you loved, only for him to blank you.

"You, you don't owe me anything. It's um... it's on the house." He looked down at you with soft eyes. It hurt, the way he looked at you like an injured dove, pitying you.

"No, no I'm not taking your handouts, I'm paying for the service." You fumbled for your wallet in your bookbag, searching for it and getting irritated when you couldn't find it.

"Hey no, look I'm ser-" He began to try and get you to stop, trying to get your hands from your bag.

"So am I Eddie, I'm not going to be in debt to you." You pulled out the wallet finally, pushing a few dollar bills into his chest.

"Take the money, Eddie." You slammed it into his chest again and again, positively seething at his refusal. "I'm serious take the-"

He'd had enough. Clearly, words weren't getting through to you so he did the only thing he could think of. Grabbing your hands as they connected to his chest, he held your wrists, pinning you to a wall with the hands above your head, the cash falling from your fingers.

"Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up.'' His voice was dark, his forehead creased and his brows drawn together. He looked mad, annoyed almost, but not in a way you'd seen before. And you'd seen Eddie mad before.

You wrestled against his hold, not as hard as you could have. Secretly you didn't want to leave, you didn't want him to let go.

"Nice to see you're still as feisty as ever. At least that hasn't changed." He leaned in, speaking so close to you that his breath fanned your face. "God, I want to kiss you so bad right now." His eyes were fixed on your now trembling lips.

You don't know what came over you, you felt your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat, and suddenly... you got a hand free.

You should have pushed him, you should have stood your ground. But you didn't. Instead, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours in a heated moment of passion.

A surprised noise came from him, his hands dropping your own before recognition overcame him, and he was back in the moment, drowning in you. God what a way to die. But before he moved in further, he pulled back away and looked at you, the three words hanging in the air.

Are you sure?

Your delicate fingers latched into his hair before you had a chance to register it all, a hunger burning inside of you that had lay dormant for four years. A hunger that was only satiated by his lips on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth as a soft moan left you.

"You taste better than before, how the fuck do you taste better than before?" He spoke with an almost disbelief. You weren't sure what he meant, but then again you kind of did. Eddie used to taste like toothpaste and the knockoff cola Wayne would buy from the dollar store, but now... now he tasted of weed and cigarettes. The mint and cola were still there, buried in the back, but overall it was all him, it was all. Undeniably, unbelievably him.

He hummed against your lips, swiping his tongue along your lower one. "Mm, is that chapstick? Tastes nice." He swiftly devoured you again, and before you knew it, you're hands were on his waist, tugging his white shirt out of his jeans.

"Someone's hasty, at least buy a guy dinner first." He spoke mockingly, teasingly, as his lips devoured your own.

"Now who's the one who can't shut up?" As you said that, you felt his hand sneak up to your throat, holding you back to the wall in a show of desperation, eyes boring into yours. He didn't say a word, just letting you sink into the sticky pools of his eyes, allowing you to get stuck forever.

"You better watch that fucking mouth of yours." His voice held a mocking seriousness but was dark enough to make you inhale sharply.

In this moment, right now, you weren't in a mechanics shop, hell you weren't even in Hawkins. You were somewhere else entirely, some universe where nothing had ever happened. A world where your needy kisses, your flustered movements along his body held no deeper meaning.

Dipping his head, he kissed along a piece of your neck that makes your knees buckle beneath you. His hands found your elbows, holding you up and caging you in. You could feel his teeth grazing your skin, soft sounds spilling from you, your voice full of eagerness. You were a mess, a puddle in his hands.

You couldn't take it anymore. Once you found your feet, you pulled him off of you, a look of shock and worry appearing on his face. That was quickly wiped off when you pushed him back against your car, his hands splayed behind him on the door as you dropped to your knees.

You didn't know why you hadn't stopped yet, you were like a woman possessed. You knew you shouldn't do this, that this time of your life was meant to stay in the past, and you shouldn't fall back into old routines of pining for him. And yet all you wanted was to feel him. Feel his pulsing skin in your hands, feel each tremor and twitch and curve of his body against yours.

You looked up at him with serious yet comforting eyes. "Do you want this?" All he had to do was say the word, and she'd get up and walk away.

God she really didn't want him to say the word.

"Wha- what are you talking abou-" You cut him off as you put your hand on his denim-clad thigh. You were nervous. You'd never been with anyone apart from him. Things had gotten in the way. You knew he'd been with others, hell you saw girls leave his trailer just two days ago, and you had to admit it hurt like hell to see them.

"Do. You. Want. This." You spoke matter of factly, eyes wide and stern. Your heart felt like it was beating 100 miles a minute, your palms sweaty and your stomach in knots. You wanted this so bad, but you didn't know what it would mean if you went through with it. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind, your eagerness to feel him winning you over.

"Ye-Yes... I want this... I want you..." He spoke quietly, under his breath so you wouldn't hear the last part. "I've wanted you."

You nodded your head, looking back at his jeans where you saw the fabric strain a little. Hooking your fingers into his belt loops, you popped the button before pulling them down, his boxers following suit. Before you had a chance to react, his large leaking cock made a soft thump against his stomach.

Big didn't begin to describe it. Sure you'd felt it last time, but you never really had a chance to see it, nerves overcoming the both of you to the point that you just wanted it done and over with. Now, however, you wanted to savour it, you wanted to take your time.

He was thick too, he had to have grown because there was no way that it would have fit before. You must have been staring for a while because you heard a dark chuckle come from above you, his hand coming down to stroke your cheek, gripping your chin.

"What are you looking at?" His thumb brushed your bottom lip, fiddling with it. "Go on, you can tell me. Used to be able to tell me anything."

You took a breath, reaching a tentative hand out to touch his skin. "You... I'm looking at you..." You were truly speechless, unable to say much, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Gently, you went to touch his cock. You had his permission, you knew he wanted this just as much as you did, and soon that mind-fogging monster returned to cloud your judgement.

He groaned out as you wrapped your hand around him, his tip a fiery red as it presented to you. You stroked his shaft, soft and tenderly, eyes fixed on it. You got the same feeling as when you'd run the mile in high school, desperately thirsty.

Slowly, you slide just the tip of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, so light he can barely feel it - it's mostly just the sensation of your breath. You can sense his cock twitching, and feel it pulse in your hand.

Once you reach the head, you slide your lips over it ... just the head ... sucking it in, swirling your tongue around it. you can hear his breath catch as you suck a little harder.

"Shit babygirl, fuck..." His breath was heavy, chest heaving as he looked down at you, the way you rotated your hand along his shaft, suckling away at his head. "S'good, S'so good."

You were in a haze, you don't know what came over you, but you liked seeing him this way. Wanting you, needing you, calling you that name. You moaned as you heard it, feeling the vibrations in your hand as you took him in a bit more.

You tapped his cock on your tongue a few times, before placing sloppy wet kisses along the sides of him, moving lower and lower to his base. As you got to the bottom, you looked up at him with innocent, angelic, doe eyes, and sucked his balls into your mouth as you pumped his shaft.

"Holy shit... fuck yo-you're going to kill me, gonna drain my soul right out of my fucking balls baby." He was ashamed to admit how close he was. The feel of your warm wet mouth combined with the lingering taste of you was sending him into overdrive. "Fuck... come on, be a good girl and suck my cock for me."

You said nothing, you just tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with your mouth. You looked up and saw him, the way his body was tensing, the muscles in his hips contracting slightly as he bit his bottom lip, indicating to you that he was desperate not to cum yet.

You grinned, before removing your mouth from his balls and without a second's warning, you shoved his length deep into your mouth. You had returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. You wished you could deepthroat him, but the burn in the back of your mouth where you'd managed to get him to was almost too much.

"Shit shit shit... fuck I love your mouth, never had one like it, baby." He was almost jealous. No scratch that, he was insanely jealous. There was no way you'd gotten this good at sucking someone off without any practice. No way. He pushed that image aside though, choosing to live in the moment.

As you bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks around him, you almost dared him to cum, begged even. You wanted to know how it tasted, wanted to feel that sweet nectar running down your throat. Your eyes said as much, a pleasing look as tears stung the corners of them.

"S'good for me, oh...fuck...I'm gonna come soon, gonna cum down all in your mouth aren't I?"

Your pace and intensity grew with each movement up and down his shaft, making loud slurping and sucking sounds with your mouth, and tongue running along his underside. His cock was throbbing, you could feel it shaking in your mouth. You could see it now, the white-hot cum filling up your mouth, dribbling from your lips.

No sooner had you thought that than your cheeks were filled with him, the salty taste of him enveloping your senses. As you stared up at him, his eyes full of curiosity as if pondering your next move, you swallowed it all, licking your lips to clean up any that spilt.

You could tell he wasn't expecting that, because his mouth hung open a little as he caught his breath, chest heaving up and down as he tried to recover. "Jesus Christ, I didn't think you were gonna-" He was fastening up his jeans when he heard the click-clacking of a familiar pair of heels.

You however weren't familiar with the sound, yet you threw yourself together as fast as possible. The last thing you wanted was rumours spreading and having attention drawn to you. You grabbed a piece of blue tissue paper, cleaning off your spit just in time for whoever it was to come in.

"Hiya baby!"

Baby? Who the fuck was calling him baby? Turning around to face the person, your heart stopped. Standing before you was none other than Chrissy Cunningham. She'd been a star athlete when you were in middle school and from the looks of things that hadn't changed. You shot Eddie a look of confusion as she sauntered in, jacket draped over her arm.

"Oh... Chris, I didn't think you'd show up at my job." He wished she'd get the message that a casual fuck doesn't mean they're together. She was waltzing in here and ruining his chance of happiness.

"Oh course I'd show up here, can't miss seeing my hunky man in action." She hadn't even bothered to notice the other person in the room, she was always so used to having them try to talk to her first that when no one but Eddie spoke to her, she simply assumed they didn't exist. Although that was hard to do when those idiotic nonexistent people made noises like coughing. Or breathing.

You had cleared your throat, an apparent side effect of having given a taken man a blowjob, when the redheaded devil shot you daggers. Sweet, sickly daggers that pierced your skin with smiles. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, and you are?"

It hurt almost. Almost. Chrissy had made your life hell when you were in school together, something you didn't like to talk about given that she was not one but two grades below you. You remember when you got your period, having bled through your white jeans, and she tauntingly called you Bloody Mary until you left.

That was the same day Eddie had given you his prised jacket to cover yourself till you got home. The same jacket that he never took back. The same jacket that you gave to Willow that's way too big for her.

And now here she was, calling Eddie her man and acting like she didn't remember you. It stung, it made you feel belittled, and irrelevant. You felt invalidated by her response.

"I'm just here to get my car." As you spoke, you could feel the once passionate bond between you and Eddie splinter like glass before cracking into fragments. He must have felt it too, because he turned to look at her, taking her by the elbow to guide her from the garage.

"Look Chrissy I really don't have time to feed into this right now, I have work to do." He spoke with her quietly, when they reached the entrance, and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, she kissed him.

And he kissed her back.

You felt your gut sink to the floor as you watched them exchange goodbyes as she left. You don't know why you felt this way, you knew he was sleeping around, you just didn't know he was also in a committed relationship. One thing you did know for certain, was you weren't about to be another one of his side pieces for him to call up in the middle of the night looking for a piece of ass.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting her to be here. She normally never stops by." He walked over to the table, grabbing your keys to hand them to you. "So, next time you really need to let me go do-"

"There won't be a next time." You snatched your keys, fiddling with the lock on your car. You could sense him, the way his body stiffened at your words.

"What do you mean? bunny she means nothing!" He held out his hands in defence but it was useless, you saw the way she looked at him, how in love she was. You even saw with your own two eyes. If it meant nothing, he wouldn't have kissed back.

"I mean, there won't be a next time because this was a mistake, and from now on I think we should only see each other when I'm getting Willow from Wayne in the evenings." Finally finding the key, you get the door open. You slide in and turn it on, the sweet sound of the engine filling your ears.

"And stop calling me Bunny, you lost that privilege when you never called me." Before he had a moment to register your words, you were gone, your body drained of all its energy, sucked dry from you as if he was some sort of... energy vampire or something. Overall you had to put this down as one of the worst days of your life.

And you still didn't get to do the laundry.

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desultory-novice · 9 months ago

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...UH OH...

Just kidding as this is all very good stuff, Mechalor Anon! Can't draw it, because it's a lot, but I will drop some corresponding text/lore on you, based specifically on your "The HWC misguidedly brings Zero Three back in Planet Robobot" concept (with a touch of the sword/brush thing) because it did latch onto my brain!!

(This is the LAST major event I do in this doomed timeline though)(1)

[Planet Robobot] [Apologies AU "Snowflakes" Timeline] [Secret Boss Fight - "NULL v0.3"]

:Kirby enters the room: :There is no one there: :Suddenly, the whole building shakes: :A horrific scream, overlayed atop itself, is heard:

:A door opens and Susie rushes out: :It shuts behind her, then shakes with a thud: :Eyes downcast, she murmurs to herself:

Susie: "...What is that machine thinking...? Why would the Mother Computer...ask for something that awful to be...?"

:She finally sees Kirby is here and puts her business face back on:

Susie: "Ahem! You're back! And you've found our secret lab."

Susie: "Clearly, you don't appreciate the miraculous wonders of science and technology as much as some of us..."

:The door bangs again, interrupting her: :There is another piercing dual scream: :Susie flinches at the sound and begins shaking:

Susie: "...I can't do this anymore."

Susie: "Listen, think what you like about us being here, but I just need a little more time. I can't let anyone interrupt this!"

Susie: "My original plan was to distract you with our latest in wide-area suppression, fresh off the assembly line but..."

Susie: "...I can't go back in there... We excavated this dreadful THING out of your planet, so YOU handle it...!"

:The door behind her opens as she flees the scene: :Slowly, white sludge begins to spill out from the open door: :It rises into a burbling bubble with a single slit of a closed eye:

:The bubble then cracks right down the middle where the eye sits: :The split orb unfolds into two limp halves each with a smaller, half-lidded eye: :Inside each of the sphere halves one melted-looking half of two figures, a boy and a girl: :Each vaguely familiar figure has a single wing (one dark, one light) made of grasping fingers:

[BOSS: NULL v0.3] - Pause Screen

Of all the biological data the Haltmann Works Company unearthed from this planet, the Mother Computer seemed especially interested in this. However, it found it could not fully analyze it to its satisfaction due to the "unknown bond" sustaining the creature's core. It would ultimately deem the project a failure.

[IE: Star Dream is trying to understand Zero for its own purposes but cannot and could never understand the deep "love" that ultimately brought about Zero Three; just like it could not understand Haltmann's love and would delete it]

[BOSS: NULL v0.3 EX] - Pause Screen

Though Susie always tried to follow the mother computer's directives faithfully, she deeply questioned this particular project. When the directive came to "use" the creature in spite of the unhappy children's souls inside, it strengthened her conviction that Star Dream had to be separated from her father.

[In EX form, the sibling-goo is dark matter black instead of snowflake white; Noir's wing is blood red instead of corruption purple; their eyes remain the same]

NULL v0.3 plays out as a very unusual boss fight. It is somewhat timed, because v0.3 will damage itself with its "attacks," thrashing about. And if you leave it alone for long enough, it will kill itself. Or you can defeat it with regular copy abilities. Both of these lead to the "normal" boss fight ending, where v0.3 rips itself apart, both sides screaming as the white bodies melt away into nothing.

However, like in Super Star, this boss will provide you with special, unique battle-limited Copy Abilities if you inhale the right attacks from it: "Dark Sword" and "Light Painter."

Attacking the "swordsman" side of v0.3 with the Dark Sword ability will make it attack you more aggressively. However, if you try to turn Dark Sword ability on the "painter" side, you will be met with a vicious, un-blockable counterattack from the swordsman side that will knock the ability out of you and cause it to swap sides again.

If you try to use Light Painter on the swordsman side, it will cower away in the background, ...guiltily... keeping its distance, however you can lure the painter side closer to you and reduce its aggression levels again by attacking the painter side with Light Painter.

If you succeed in the task of defeating v0.3 with proper use of the two copy abilities, you are rewarded with a different end fight cutscene, where the white body coalesces into a giant sphere once more before melting away, revealing Adeleine and Noir, looking as they did before, who then dissipate peacefully into sparkles...

...Man I want to make video games so bad...

AHEM! Here's Mechalor Anon's uncropped asks that inspired this!

Thanks for the appreciation and glad you liked what I did with Zero Three! Sorry I couldn't include Bandee in this more. I really did dig the idea of him using the paintbrush like a spear though!

PS: NO MORE HURTING THEM, OKAY? ^^ ; < message to myself

(1) I say this again to myself because after the "good" ending, someone out there is going to suggest, "Well, if they were purified they could come back in Star Allies! Maybe each of them sporting white hair! They could be a swap character, like the Mage Sisters. It would make King Dedede happy..." which... okay, sure, maybe yes!

Bu~t I have a huge backlog of stuff INCLUDING other Apologies stuff to do so I'm still declaring Snowflakes to be a "failed Noir" timeline!

#Apologies AU #cw: body horror #cw: mild horror #Kirby #Susie Haltmann #thanks as always to thecrashman for helping me finish conceptualizing this - and for the 'good end' idea #(It was also his idea to have Noir go full-murder mode if you try to attack Adeleine and that was just... :chef's kiss:)#For my part I wanted to demonstrate that Susie may be morally gray but she would draw the line at supporting this #Also show that Star Dream really doesn't give a flip about anybody or their pain it only wants to fulfill its purpose #Also also when you said 'halfway' I got the vision of the clasped hands breaking apart into wings and it was too good #And I REALLY loved the idea of Kirby being able to (safely) wield the Dark Matter Blade and having to use it against Noir #A Dededetour in this route would be infinitely worse than a Meta Knightmare but we won't put Papa Dede through that #(And I doubt Kirby or MK would let him know)#Ahhhhh Dess loves inventing fictional boss fights~#Apologies Snowflakes AU

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