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The Means to An End
First Part here, or read it on AO3
Itâs years down the line before Shuri finally cracks the code in Tonyâs game. Sheâd locked away the phone and didnât even glance at it until her children pulled it out of its hiding spot and show it to her.
âWe canât crack it,â they told her, staring. Her fingers shake, and she opens the familiar game. The Black Panther comes on screen and it meows like a kitten. Shuriâs eyes fill with tears and she sinks down, cradling the game.
Her children go to find their father.
KuKhanya, May, and Ubomi come running in with Peter. He stares at her, glances at the game and tells their children to go to their rooms. âUmama is just thinking  of someone we used to know. Go.â
âListen to your father,â Shuri chokes out, and they turn, fleeing. Peter sits next to her, doesnât glance over, and says, quietly âI still miss him.â
âI know.â
âIt feels like heâs still here.â
âYeah.â
âDid he make that?â
âI got it when I was sixteen. Heâd given it to me. Told TâChalla that I would crack it when Iâm older. When he died, IâŠâ She swallowed.
âYou stowed it away.â
âYeah.â
âYou know Karen?â
âThe first suit Tonyâd given you?â
âYeah. You know why I asked you to make me a completely new one and not upgrade my old one?â
âBecause youâre a boy.â
âExcuse you,â he shot back in a snooty white voice. âIâm a man.â
Shuri giggles.
âNo. Itâs because the suitâs the first thing Tony gave me. It⊠reminds me of him.â
The game feels cold under Shuriâs hands. âIâm suppose to crack it,â she whispers. Peter nods, and offers his own hand. âIf youâre going to try, Iâm not going to stop you,â he tells her. âBut Iâm not going to let it mess up your sleep schedule.â
Shuriâs lips curl into a smile. âYou sound like my brother,â she says.
âConsidering we havenât heard from him in a few weeks, thatâs an improvement.â
âHeâs taken a vacation.â
âYeah, from everything.â
âHe deserves it.â
âAlways.â
Shuri shrieks, throwing the game away from her. âThis is impossible!â She screams. The children are in school, and Peter sighs. âNADÄJE, monitor Shuriâs blood pressure.â
âMonitoring Creatorâs states.â
âHa, ha,â Shuri scowls. âNADÄJE, cancel order.â
âOrder canceled.â
âStill havenât figured out how to get them human-like?â
âNope.â
âYouâll figure it out.â
âDo you know?â Shuri asked, jabbing a finger at him from behind, eyes locked on the code streaming steadily from the computer screen.
âItâs Tonyâs secret.â
âHe took it to the grave,â Shuri smiles grimly. âI would have loved to know it.â
âNADÄJE, could you order some pizza?â
âFrom where, Creatorâs Second?â
âI donât know, surprise me?â
âI am not programmed for that.â
Peter sighs. Shuri bangs her fist against the computerâs desk. âHey,â Peter says grabbing it gently. âWeâre not hurting the computer; it hasnât done anything.â
âThis is one of the reasons I hate Tony. But the code is beautiful and complex, and it seems just like⊠something Iâve seen before.â
âWhy donât we try it, together?â Peter suggests.
âIâm smarter than you, Peter.â
âI know, Shuri. But maybe you need a fresh set of eyes. Youâve been working on this as a sixteen-year-old, and,â he checks his watch. âNow itâs been six days, four hours, thirteen minutes, twenty-six seconds. Twenty-seven seconds. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-oâ
âI get it!â She says yanking her hands back.
âYouâre also running on six hours of sleep, spread across those six days. An hour a day, Shuri. An hour.â
âIt isnât my fault,â she mumbles. âMy mind runs through eighty-thousand scenarios per minute.â
âYes, which is why I want to help.â Peter leans over, pressing his lips gently on Shuriâs. âLet me help you?â
She pushes him away. âFine, you puppy-dog boy.â
It takes them three months to finally crack the code, and they both are wide-eyed, slack-jawed as they stare at the hologram.
âHey, Shuri,â Tony Stark says. Heâs in his lab, eyes bright and he smiles. âThis is going to be pretty weird, huh? But, listen, do you have Peter there? You do remember Peter right?â
The two adults grip each otherâs arms. âAh, you guys are basically inseparable. Iâm even sure that you guys are going to get married, too. Maybe have a couple kids. Four, Iâd guess. This is for everyone Iâd left behind, basically. Iâm not going to lie to you guys. I donât expect to win this fight. Iâve⊠got something Thanos really wants. Something heâs been craving. But heâll have to kill me before I reveal anything to him.â
âIâm going to go with Rhodey, because heâs my best friend. Rhodeyâs been with me through thick and thin, wouldnât take my shit or my money. âCharity,â heâd called it. But⊠heâd invited me to his room, put up with DUM-E for years. I really hope his kids know what a good father heâs going to be.â
(Rhodeyâs been dead for three years.)
âPepper⊠sheâs the love of my life. She couldnât take me being a hero, and honestly? I never expected her to. Sheâs different. Doesnât take my shit, keeps my mind on track, has 12% of my company,â Tonyâs smile is thin. âSheâs the best thing anyone could ask for. Happyâs being intertwined with her because heâs the best boxing buddy-slash-driver I could ever ask for. Heâs the best person to talk to.â
(Both Pepper and Happy left the country. Last Peter and Shuri heard of them, they remet up and had been tanning by the beach together drinking and swapping stories of other places theyâd been since the kids took over the company and theyâd left.)
âThe Avengers,â here Tonyâs face darkens just slightly. âTheyâre following Rogerâs lead. I donât know what theyâre doing now. Hopefully some sense has been knocked into them. Scottâs got a daughter, and Clintâs got a whole fucking family. Theyâll grow soon.â
(Theyâre still together. The only difference is that thereâs no one to be their scapegoat anymore. Itâs rather sad.)
âThe New Avengers are the my pride and joy, honestly. Theyâre the best team anyone can ask for, and they act like a family. Theyâre teens, but their better together than apart. Iâm proud of them, and I hope they know this.â
(They do, they really do. Shuri swallows, hard, and Peterâs arm tightens.)
âPeterâs my first âmissionâ so to say. Clintâs not the only one to recruit Avengers. I know Peter, and heâs going to do things with or without someoneâs permission. I just hope he knows the sacrifices, and how hard it is. Especially if youâre dating a civilian. Pretty sure Shuriâs okay with that, though,â Tony smiled bitterly. âJust know⊠Iâm always going to be proud of you, kid. Anything you do. Except the things I did, and the things I wouldnât do.â
âShuriâŠâ Tony huffed. âYouâve either turned forty-seven, which is when the code gets easier, or youâd finally asked for help.â He raises an eyebrow. âWhat took you so long? The gameâs designed to know if youâre working with someone else, and itâs better to figure out⊠you know. A place. Howâs Vision, by the way? The Bots? FRIDAY?â
(Vision disappeared, years ago. Peter heard a rumor, once, about a man with a stone in his forehead who was helping others. When asked, heâd reply âItâs what my grandfather would want,â and turn away. They havenât heard from FRIDAY since sheâd broken the news that Tony was dead, and the bots are still shut down. Theyâre clean, spick-span even though they arenât âaliveâ anymore.)
âVisionâs gone, if Iâm really thinking ahead. Heâs⊠upset, probably. Angry, scared. Hopefully heâs going to a therapist. If FRIDAYâs shut down, you just got to rewire her to accept you as her new boss; sheâd understand. The bots are different, and you canât trick them into coming back online. The only ones who can do that is JARVIS. I didnât have enough time to implement it. Sheâs learning, and sheâll continue learning.â
âThatâs probably it. Um. Oh! Kit-Cat said you liked this one video of me dancing. Welp, hereâs a side-by-side of me as sixteen, twenty-five, thirty, and thirty-five doing it. Oh⊠tell TâChalla that it didnât matter heâd kept the Exvengers. It was better that they were in Wakanada rather than them loose on the world.â  Tony sighs. âIf I survive this, Iâm thinking maybe, maybe, Iâll consider going on that date with you.â
And Shuri understands. After Tony died, TâChalla grew distant for a time before coming back. He didnât marry, despite the councilsâ insistence that he âmust have a wife, or husband,â and TâChalla had laughed with Shuri.
âThey canât make me,â he tells her. âI canât, Shuri. For right now, I canât.â And his eyes were distant, in a place Shuri couldnât follow.
âWho broke your heart, brother?â Shuri had asked. âWho held your heart tight in their grip, and hurt it?â
âSomeone who is longer with us,â TâChalla told her. (And for all her genius, she didnât ask for help for Tonyâs game, and didnât figure out it was him that TâChalla gave his heart to.)
Shuri and Peter replay the message twenty times over. So much that KuKhanya had come downstairs, and blinked at the sight of her parents watching a strange man. âIâve seen him,â she said. âOn TV. They said he was smart.â
âNot smarter than me,â Shuri jokes.
KuKhanya shrugs. âI donât know, Umama, he seems smarter than Father.â
Peter mock-gasped and Shuri burst into a round of giggles.
The next time TâChalla visited, Shuri showed him the video. He swallowed, reached out and brushed through the hologram.
âWhy didnât you tell me, before?â
âHe mustâve made some last-minute additions to it before heâd died. See? The code of⊠dancing is decades old, but the one where heâs talking? Thatâs the day before he died. See? See the difference in color of the code?â
âYes.â
Thereâs silence, and then Shuri asks. âWhy didnât you tell me about you and him?â
TâChallaâs smile is bitter, small, and he replies with: âThere was no point, sister. Remembering and loving the dead like family is different from a loversâ death. Itâs more painful.â
âEspecially since youâre⊠the Black Panther?â
âYes, Shuri. Especially since that.â
When they turn and exit the lab, they go to the children sitting around eating dinner. Peter has a Kiss the Cook, Heâs Spider-Man apron on and is serving chicken parasame around the table. âUncle TâChalla!â They all shriek, and he smiles.
âEat,â Shuri tells them, giving them the mother-eye. KuKhanya sighs, and Shuri looks at her.
âYou are the Heir to Wakanda,â she tells her daughter. âYou have to do things you donât like, KuKhanya.â
KuKhanya pokes at her food. âI donât want it,â she mumbles. âNot if thereâs all these rules and things to go with it. Especially making a heir?â She scowls. âWhy canât Ubomi or May do it?â
âIf you donât marry, thatâs okay. But that means making a heir falls onto one of your siblingsâ shoulder. Theyâre still young, arenât they?â
âMayâs three years younger, and Ubomiâs a year younger than May.â
âDonât talk back to your mother,â Peter says from the kitchen.
âDaaaaaaaaaaaaaad,â she whines playfully.
After dinner, TâChalla asks if the children wish to hear a story. They are excited, elated, because âUncle TâChallaâs stories are the best! Better than Dadâs!â
âThere was once a boy, young and full of life. But life was cruel to the boy, and gave him a bad father and a neglectful mother. But, mercy was kind, and gave the boy a nice frien-â
âWhatâs his name?â
âHis name?â TâChalla smiles. âItâs Tony.â
No one notices a spark fizzing from the game theyâd left on. No one sees something traveling through wires and electrical places. Thereâs something in the lab, but no one sees it.
DUM-E, U, and ButterFingers come online, slowly, sensing something unfamiliar yet fatherly. FRIDAY overrides NADÄJE and with a whispery, fluttery, little-girl-meeting-her-father, whispers:
âBoss?â
#character death#tony stark#tony stark has a heart#tony stark has issues#tony stark defense squad#tony and shuri#t'challa#ironpanther#shuri x peter#ai tony stark#peter and shuri are older#and they have kids#t'challa is a good bro#t'challa is a good uncle#t'challa is in love with tony#tony dies#sad face#rainbowtransformwrites#myownlittleworld
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Close Your Eyes
Arthurâs let out of the bars three days after Merlin dies. The flower is gone, Uther took it with him and he wouldnât give it to Gaius.
âArthur,â Uther greets warmly when he comes by.
âSire,â Arthur says, eyes straightforward. His mouth tightens when Uther claps a hand onto his shoulder but he doesnât look over.
âLet us rejoice for the boy whoâd given his life to keep my son alive!â Uther says, and the crowdsâ murmurs of âwhat?â âMerlin?â âno,â made Arthurâs eyes tear.
Arthur said nothing else.
âDo you have to go?â Arthur asks, voice quiet like heâs a child again. Gaius stops packing his things, and closes his eyes - fingers gripping his satchel.
âYes, sire.â He tells Arthur. âI must inform Merlinâs mother.â
âCan I come?â
Gaius sits down next to Arthur. âI know what youâre thinking, Arthur. But you canât run from this. You are the heir to the throne. If you manage to escape - and I know you can - Uther will tear this world apart just to find you. And when he does, heâll chain you like he did the Great Dragon, and you wonât be able to leave.â
âWhy? Why did he do this, Gaius?â Unshed tears glimmered in Arthurâs eyes.
âYour father⊠is a horrible, horrible father,â Gaius tells. âHe conceived you by magic, believe he was an exempt of the Old Religionâs rules.â
âWhat?â
Gaius pats Arthurâs shoulder. âI shall explain more when I return.â
âGaius!â
Uther sits at the table, eating. âSo, Arthur, what do you think of your new servant?â He leans forward, eyes bright.
Arthur doesnât say anything.
âArthur?â Uther snaps. He narrows his eyes. âSpeak.â
Morgana sits across from Arthur, and she leans her hand over. âAre you okay, Arthur?â She asks him and he jerks his hand away quickly. Standing up, he excuses himself with forced politeness (only to the servants in that room) and exit the dining room, the sering boy following behind him like a dog with a master.
âWhat shall we do?â
âWhat are we willing to do?â
âUther did a terrible thing.â
âAnd he killed our Emrys.â
âBalance is upset.â
âNimueh did the same. She was the one who poisoned our Emrys.â
âThey both must be punished.â
âWhat shall we do?â
âWhat can we do?â
Utherâs eyes flicker toward Camelot. âWhat?â He asked, brows furrowing.
âSire, the crops have all burned. The water is gone; the Great Dragon has escaped itâs bonds; Camelot is burning.â
âWe have some crops stored up, yes?â
âSire⊠the⊠those crops have been eaten.â
â Eaten ? How?â
âWild animals. Hawks, eagles, deer, bears.â
âHow did a bear get into Camelot, and out?â
âWe know not, Sire.â
âWe cannot let them all die. The Once and Future King needs to rule Camelot - and the people.â
âThe people, the people! Pah! Theyâd allowed this!â
âThey did not. Blame them not.â
âPoor, poor Emrys.â
A hand floats over the sky, and it upturns a beautiful, magic-filled soul. The Old Religion shrieks as the hand plucks it away.
âMine, mine, mine!â The Old Religion screams, her shrieks louder than her words. Non-magic and magic users clap their hands over their ears as they listen. Only one boy - man - still stands, hands not over his ears, but listening.
âOh, quiet down. Weâre going to give him back.â
âMine, mine, mine!â She screamed again.
âQuiet her down.â
The hand holds up the Soul, and they all sigh heavily. âOur Emrys,â they sigh.
Nimueh gasped for breath. Something is choking her. She takes a tiny breath, and chants an incantation - a healing spell. Her throat grows tighter and she begins choking.
She wonders what is happening, and voice whispers, deep in the back of her mind:
âThis is how My Emrys felt.â
âSheâs dying, sheâs dying, sheâs dying,â the Old Religion cheers. The gods hush her quickly, and are trying to rock the Soul back to sleep.
âThere you go, little one,â they whisper. âBack to sleep, Emrys, back to sleep.â
The Soulâs brightness fades just slightly. âThere we go, there we go,â they whisper.
âGive him. Mine. Give him.â The Old Religion whispers. âGive him, mine.â She keeps saying.
âHush. Balance is not right.â
âBalance is wrong.â
âBalance is wrong.â
âBalance is wrong.â
âBalance is wrong.â
âYes, balance is wrong.â
Merlin opens his eyes.
#Merlin#Merlin Emrys#arthur pendragon#Morgana Le Fay#uther pendragon#old religion#rainbowtransformwrites
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Lancetober: Day 7, Water
The late start of Lacetober Prompts for myself! Thanks to @wondere11e for the actually prompts! (I donât quite like it, but Iâm posting it anyway. You can also see it on AO3 right here) Enjoy!
Water, Lance thinks.
Water is weird. Heâs staring at liquid dripping from his fingers.
Why is it called water? Lance squints at the liquid, before wiping it off onto his jeans.
It could have been called something else. Like âwetâ or âblueâ or âwooo.â
Thereâs a purring in his ears. Lance turns around, head tilted listening. Thereâs someone else in the room with him.
But itâs called water. Why?
Lance pushes himself off the wall heâd suddenly found himself against. The wall is an old friend of his, Lance remembers. Walls donât have feelings, or judgemental looks. They donât judge him on his problems, or diagnose him with anything and it just listens.
I donât know. But you can call it aqua, too.
Lance shrugs before turning around to stumble away from the wall.
Can you remember that, Lancey?
Yes, Lance thinks. He remembers to aqua means water. Should he go get aqua? He doesnât know yet.
Water is weird, Mama.
Lance turns his head slowly to the side, watching a little boy and his mother walk hand-in-hand down the street.
Yes.
They are eating ice cream cones. Lance misses ice cream; he misses burgers and pizza and everything else Earth has brought him.
I love the water.
The little boy turns to his mother, beaming a smile at her. The mother smiles right back, smile stretching, and she hugs the boy.
Youâre drawn to the water. Just like your grandfather.
Lance blinks. âJust like abuelo.â He murmurs before he continues on his way. He makes it outside, and everyone is looking at him. Lance smiles at them, tightly, and Keith rolls his eyes.
âWeâve been waiting,â Keith says. Lanceâs fingers are covered in liquid. Hunk is the first to notice.
âBuddy? Whatâs on your hands?â Hunk asks, coming closer. Lance blinks at him before looking at his hands. Theyâre red. Oh.
Red. Red it⊠bad, isnât it?
âYeah,â Hunk says, and tries to pry Lanceâs hands away from the wound. âRed is bad, Lance.â
Lance makes a distressed noise before slumping against Hunkâs shoulder. With a shout, Hunk catches him and Lance passes out.
#Lance#Pidge#Hunk#Keith#Shiro#Langst#Injury#Sadness#Cry#Hunk is worred Mom friend#Keith is just a tad annoyed#He wanted to leave very soon#HAHAHAHAH#I hate myself#Enjoy#Special thanks to @wondere11e for making the Lancetober prompts#It's Lancetober#Lancetober#rainbowtransformwrites
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Itâs Something (Chapter 2)
Read the first installment here, or go to AO3 here. Enjoy!
When Tony asked FRIDAY to take down every single video of him and Steve Rogers fighting, FRIDAY knew she'd need to do something else. So, instead, she searched for Siberia's footage.Â
(Zemo, the old bat, had the cameras running. No doubt planning to go over the footage and cackle evilly.) Scrambling YouTube's page; she searched for Peter's YouTube when he was on.Â
(She knew who Quality was. Who didn't? Oh, right. Everyone else.)
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FRIDAYLOVER345: Hello, Peter
Quality: Friday? What're you doing? What's going on?
FRIDAYLOVER345: I need you to do something for me. Post this video, Peter.
Quality: Why? Friday? Friday, answer me!
FRIDAYLOVER345: YouTube will be reassembled in a few hours. Post the video then. I'm downloading it to your computer. Please don't let me down, Peter Parker.
FRIDAY cut all ties soon after downloading the video. She kept it all on the down-low and kept Tony calm. (Until he finds the video she sent Peter. Her sources say that Peter uploaded it just a few hours ago.)
BOOTEAMCAP: Wait, what? Is that... Bucky? Steve's friend? And did Zemo kill everyone? What???????????????
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ArentWeInsane: I think the most important question is: is that Howard and Maria Stark?!
OhKillThem: Is Bucky killing Howard and Maria?!
HelloSteveRogers: I mean, Bucky was brainwashed, so it shouldn't really count as murder. Should it?
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KeepItTogether: Hell yes, it should! Even if he was brainwashed, he just killed two people.
KeepDanFit: I get what Rogers meant, but still. Yeah, Bucky was brainwashed but... like... those are the Starks. Tony was just... what? 23 or something when they died? He's still like an almost-adult.
TeamCapAllTheWay: Tony could have calmed down, man. I mean, he didn't have to actually blow Bucky's arm off. That looks like it hurts.
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Quality: Tony Stark had PTSD. See how he flinched when Barnes practically shoved his hand out to touch the arc reactor? It triggered Tony; and he blasted Barnes's arm off in self-defense.
WeGot$$$: I'D LOVE TO SEE YOUR FACE IF YOU'RE PARENTS GOT MURDERED AND THEIR MURDERER WAS BEHIND YOU! God, the way he looked at Steve.
ManThesePeepsAintGotNothingOnMe: Wait. Did... did Steve try to kill Tony?
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CoolAidBro: Yup
ImNotGay: Captain America just up and left Tony? He's practically dying! What the fuck, Rogers?!
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ImGay: Look at him. Rogers just took Bucky and left. Tony's dying! HE WAS YOUR FAMILY! WHAT THE -
DontForgetAboutMe: I don't think that he really was.
PeopleIzSpeakin: Steve knew? CAPTAIN AMERICA KNEW BUCKY BARNES AKA WINTER SOLDIER HAD KILLED THE STARKS AND HE TOLD TONY NOTHING?!
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BabyWeGotGood: Did you hear Tony's voice when he said "So was I,"? OMG, Steve needs to stop
Peter's followers really took his Support Iron Man to the next level. This morning, Peter got a message (through the grapevine) that everyone should wear red today. Peter yanked on a red Spider-Man shirt and some jeans. Pulling on his bookbag, Peter quickly tried to brush his hair down before running down the steps.
"Peter!" May called, turning around just to catch her nephew eating a forkful of pancakes. He grinned at her and May waved a spatula around. "Go, go! Take some bacon with you! And don't forget to bring some for Harry!" Peter waved back before exciting, eating the bacon quickly.
Everyone was wearing red shirts. Peter studied everyone quietly. He wonders what the ex-Avengers would say if they'd found it out. Especially Wanda Maximoff. Peter grimaced as someone walked past, sporting a Captain America T-shirt. The New Yorkers were whispering behind their hands. "He must be from out of town," they said. "Hopefully, they watch Quality's video soon." Others continued to say.
It took the media two days to get the footage; and showing it on the news. Peter had watched it by himself, and wanted to laugh as the news began their long spew of how Captain America no longer supported the country. Especially with the 117 countries.
Peter sighed. At least, New York was still with them. Peter hoped that the ex-Avengers would see this one day. Because, no matter what, New York protects its own.
#Tony stark#TONY STARK DESERVES BETTER#tony stark defense squad#tony stark protection squad#tony stark needs a hug#protect tony stark 2k17#Peter Parker#Peter's a darling#Just... Peter#IRONDAD#FUCK U AGAIN ANITS#AINT NOBODY CARE 'BOUT YOUR SHIT!#rainbowtransformwrites
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Itâs Something
Kept meaning to post this a while ago, never did. Enjoy! (PSSST: Read it on Ao3 here) Iâll post the other chapter, too!Â
It was Peter who uploaded the videos on YouTube. Heâd hacked into the airportâs security and took the grainy, sometimes-unfocused video and cleaned it up a bit. When the sound got fuzzy Peter attempted to make it sound clearer, when the camera unfocused, Peter tried to zoom and enhance it to help everyone see who really struck first. His YouTube name, Quality, exploded as more and more people watched the video. And no one knew it was tiny Peter Parker whoâd done it. Peter was okay with that.
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WestSideStory34: Wait, what? I thought theyâd resolved this before? Like, the reason Captain America left was because of the Accords, right? Because he didnât like it. And then he tried to take his friend again????? And Iron Man was trying to help????? But Cap????? Said no???????? and attacked him?????????? Â
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Twerp: Pretty much
KeepHerRunning: Sad day when superheroes turn on each other.
One@ndonly: How do we know ur not lying? U could have altered this crap.
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DontTellMe: R u dumb?
Wurrble: Itâs a valid question, but Iâm pretty sure Quality is correct. Theyâve never lied to us before.
R@andom: Wait, wait, wait! Did he⊠did falcon just swerve to move out of Visionâs hit and let it hit war machine instead?! And he let him fall?!
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#TeamIronMan: I mean, he did look back but still. They fought together and Falcon just went onto Captain Americaâs team without a second thought.
WestPhilidaplia: did you guys see how tony dove after him?? and tonyâs cry for him??? that was sad.
$Bucks$: i thought captain america was for us??? but he just⊠he just left his teammates there??? espeically iron man and war machine.
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*Force*: they ainât teammates anymore
&And&: i hope war machine makes a good recovery!
  Sixteen days passed before Peter relogged on his YouTube account with good news. He plastered it on the Comments section:
Quality: War machine = stable. The doctors say heâs going to make a speedy recovery. Thanks, everyone, for the support and stuff
And Peter logged off before anyone could reply to his comment.
It took the media three of those sixteen days to get Peterâs video on their talk. They showed it and spoke about âsome brave person, wanting to set the record straight and help us understand what really went down at the airport.â Aunt May sat and watched the whole thing; and Peter saw tears as leaked down her face as War Machine fell; and Tony zipped after him.
  He watched her suddenly rage in silence, because goddammit, they just wanted them to be accountable! He watched Tony Starkâs dementor change as Peter realized that without the Avengers Tony was free. He didnât have to act a certain way - not around Peter, Pepper, Bruce (whoâd come as soon as heâd heard about what happened), and Rhodey.
  Peter made a trend on Twitter. (As Peter Parker, of course)
SpideySpell @tonystark: tomorrow, everyone draw circles on your palms. As a tribute to Tony Stark that we
SpideySpell @tonystark: believe in him
Peter even cut two circles into his costumeâs palms (heâd regret it later). Tony called him a few hours later. âPeter,â he said quietly, warningly. Peter pretended ot be innocent. âWhat?â He asked before shrugging. âItâs okay, Mr Stark - Tony. We believe in you.â Tony sighed. âI know, kid. But take it off.â
  So Peter did.
 It didnât stop people from doing it. Peter himself walked out of the house, two large circles drawn in bolt on his palms. Before he left the house, he saw Aunt Mayâs palms when she handed him his lunchbag. A circle.
  He walked out of his home and practically everyone had drawn circles and some even took it to the next level and made phone cases. (#IronMan was the logo; there was also a We Believe in Iron Man ; Peter bought it.)
  Walking to school, Peter felt like this would help a lot of things. People were helping others. They understood the truth. And Tony Stark was okay. And Peter loved it.
#Peter Parker#spiderman homecoming#Tony Stark#Fuck you antis#Tony deserves life#and better#Peter loves Tony#Like a dad#And Tony loves Peter like a son#IRONDAD#FUCK U ANTIS#I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE#Enjoy#rainbowtransformwrites#tony stark protection squad#TONY STARK DESERVES BETTER#tony stark defense squad
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Innocent
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They find the Unsub outside a gas station. Heâs just sitting there, eating peanuts and humming quietly to himself. He stares, uninterested and detached from reality as he looks on. Morgan pulls his gun out, and the rest of the team follows.
âPut your hands up!â Morgan barks, and the Unsubâs eyes catch on Morganâs. âYou are under arrest!â The Unsub seems calm, as he gets out of the car. The packet of peanuts are still in his hands. He is quiet for a moment, before sighing.
âYouâre persistent,â he says before setting down the peanuts and putting up his hands. Emily immediately shoves him against the car and cuffs him. They lead him away, reading his rights.
Theyâre watching him as he watches the mirror. Heâs sitting on top of the table, criss-cross style. The hand that is cuffed to the table is behind him, and it has to be hurting him but heâs just sitting there. His hazel eyes are wide and patient.
Itâs Rossi who realized this Unsub will wait them out - before they can wait out him.
They decide to send JJ and Emily into the room. Them, together, seem to make him very uncomfortable. JJ watches Emily as she paces the floor next to the Unsub.
âWhyâd you do it?â Emily asks suddenly. âWhy, in the world, would you start this?â
The Unsubâs eyes narrow and his lips purse. âHenry said it was time.â He said.
âHenry?â JJ asks.
The Unsubâs eyes flick to the right, to the mirror, and then to the left, where the door is. He looks behind him, and seems to search for something.
He beckons JJ over, and leans down to whisper âHenry doesnât like it when we talk about him when heâs not here.â
âWhere is he, now?â Emily asks.
The Unsubâs eyes widen and he swallows, hard. He throws his head back, and lays down on the table. His eyes flicker to the mirror again and he swallows.
âJJ,â he says suddenly. âJJ has a son named Henry, doesnât she?â He sits upward, and stares at JJ. âDonât you?â He persists.
JJ doesnât answer. Emily slams her fist down on the table, and the Unsub jumps. He stares at Emily.
JJâs eyes widen. The unsub leans back against the table. âEmily âdie-â
Emilyâs face fell slack, and she flew out of the room. The door slammed behind her and the Unsub started. âI think I hit a nerve.â He said quietly. JJâs hand raised, and moved forward just a half-inch before she, too, walked out of the room. The unsub just tilted his head, like a puppy, before beginning to hum again.
The air smells like fish. He feels like gagging. But he doesnât. Instead, the person sitting in front of him tells him what it is. Fish hearts. Keeps out the demons.
He sees the camera sitting behind the walls and three computers behind a desk. He doesnât want to see anything. He closes his eyes, and think of different times.
âWhy does he keep looking at the mirror?â JJ asks. Hotchâs eyes narrow.
âIt seems like heâs waiting for someone - or some thing .â Rossi says. He blinks, narrowing his eyes at the Unsub.
âLetâs go, Hotch. Me and you.â
He stares at the two men who come in. Brown hair flops downward. He seems to shrink into himself.
âHe isnât comfortable around Alpha males.â Morgan notes. The others nod.
âWell, thatâs why he killed those boys, right? And those girls?â JJ says and the others look at each other.
âI mean, yeah,â Emily says. The others frown.
Hotch comes out of the room, ashen-faced and Rossi follows just a few short steps behind. âHotch-â Rossi begins and Hotch cuts him off.
âHe talked about Haley. How could he know?â
âThe internet!â
âOkay, howâd he know your wife committed suicide?â
âThe news.â
âRossi. He talked about her disease; and how did he know youâre divorce vows? I didnât even know you had divorce vows.â
Rossiâs lips pursed. âHotch, you canât let him get under your skin.â
âI want to know how he knows.â
âFine,â Rossi says. âFind Garcia.â
Morganâs eyes snap toward Hotchâs. âIf he knows all of your guysâ stories, whatâs to say he doesnât know Garciaâs? Or mine?â
âYours has been expunged. Garciaâs was never put out,â Hotch explained calmly. âIf he found anything then itâs either on paper or computer. Garcia has been keeping track of everything, quietly, and she already recalled many papers on things that youâd done.â Hotch sighs.
âLetâs get her.â Rossi rubs his eyes.
The Unsub is actually sitting in the chair now, and Garcia and Derek walk in.
âHey,â Garcia says. The unsubâs mouth turns up slightly. âWant some water?â She asks, holding out a cup. The unsub accepts it, and stares into the liquid.
He takes a tiny, tiny sip. Morgan watches him quietly. The unsub doesnât look happy with the liquid. âJust water?â He asks, then smiles again.
âIâm being demanding. Sorry.â He takes another, tiny sip. âWhat do you guys want?â He blinks his large, hazel eyes again and his hair flops in his face.
Morgan pulls out a few crime scene photos. He shows them to the unsub. He blinks, tilts his head again, and just sighs. Leaning back, he takes another sip of water before setting it down.
âItâs bloody,â he says.
âItâs your work.â
âNope.â
âArenât you proud?â
âItâs not my work.â
âLiar.â
âI donât lie.â
âYou lied to me.â
âI didnât.â
âYou just did.â
âI think you are a liar.â
âWeâre not talking about me.â
âHow far did you have to dig?â His eyes turned to Garcia and she stammered.
âWhat?â
âHow. Far. Did. You. Have. To. Dig?â He asked again, slowly.
âVery far,â she said softly.
Morgan leaned back against the chair. âHow far did you?â He questioned.
The unsub blinked, looking over. âHow far did I what?â
âDig.â
âI didnât.â
âYou mustâve.â
âMy mind supplied the answers.â
âYouâre lying.â
The unsubâs eyes blinked. âMy mind in complicated. Do you want brain scans? You can go search my apartment for them.â
âSee, weâve already done that.â Morgan leaned forward. âAnd the brain scan that youâve got? Theyâve all been forged.â
He frowned. âNo. They havenât.â
âYou know the part where the brain separates reality from fantasy? Itâs broken. Unconnected. Youâre brain is gone. Done for.â
The unsub narrows his eyes again. âMy brain is fine,â he says.
Morgan smiles. âNo. Youâre crazy.â
âIâm not.â
âYouâve gone mad.â
âI havenât!â
âJust likeâŠâ
âStop.â
âDiana Reid.â
Spencer Reidâs eyes lift and the corner of his mouth lifts up slightly before he suddenly screams, clasping his head into his hands. Garcia stumbles back, not expecting it. Morgan gets up quickly and turns to guide Garcia out.
âGarcia and Kevin, sittinâ in a tree,â Spencer sings out suddenly and Garcia stiffens. âMorgan tryinâ to fix the past.â Morganâs eye twitched.
âHotch doesnât accept; Emily doesnât trust; Rossi doesnât let go; Morganâs upset; JJ wants to go home; Will wants Henry to be happy; Henry wants JJ; Kevin wants Garcia; Garcia wants Kevin; Morgan wants the BAU; Hotch wants the BAU; Emily wants the BAU; Rossi wants the BAU; Garcia wants the BAU.â
Spencer frowned. âNone of them need or want Spencer Reid.â He says quietly.
âOh.â Spencer says.
â Oh ,â he repeats.
âWhat are we doing with him?â Morgan asks.
âSend him to the mental institution.â Hotch replies. âHeâs way tooâŠâ
âCrazy.â Emily said.
âTo be in prison.â
Spencer goes quietly. He doesnât make a scene; or scream. He just sits there and hums quietly. The BAU visits him time to time, tries to get him to speak with them. To tell them how heâd managed to kill those victims. Spencer doesnât answer, except saying: âThey donât need you in this Universe. If they donât need me, why am I here?â And heâs fiddling with a Rubix cube.
Morgan took it from him, once, and he blinked. âFour minutes, ten seconds, five point one millisecond.â
âWhat?â
âThatâs how long it took me the last time.â Spencer says and then Morgan gives it back.
They stop visiting him. They talk about it every couple of days. Why did they go? Because of Spencerâs hazel eyes? Because of his baby-like expression? Because it suddenly felt wrongwhen Spencer went away? Why? When did the kid worm his way into their hearts? And how ?
Spencer doesnât write to them - not anymore. Maybe itâs for the best.
Dear BAU Team,
This is my last letter. Donât ask. I have to go away for a while. I donât think Iâm going to come back. Iâve⊠done a lot. But Iâm going to tell you something: I didnât kill those people. I didnât. Orion Le Guiel did. But heâs gone now. Dead.
No I didnât kill him. He overdosed on drugs. Too little, too late, right? Anyway, Iâm going to stop writing now. Itâs almost time for me to go.
See you in another place,
Spencer Reid
Spencer takes one more look at the place heâd called home for so many days.
âItâs time to go now.â The Universe says.
âJust a few more minutes?â
âSpencer.â
âI know.â
Spencer places six finished Rubix cubes on the desk. Thereâs a seventh one, hidden away, not finished. If they bother searching for it, maybe theyâd finish it. Then, Spencer would know itâs time for him to go back. But right here - right now - the BAU team works well. They donât need a seventh member; and Spencerâs happy to keep going with the plans.
âCome.â The Universe beckons him, quickly, and opens a small portal. Spencer steps through, his eyes closed and fingers lax on his messenger bag. He doesnât know where heâll end up. Maybe in an universe where they actually need Spencer. He doesnât open his eyes for a long time, and when he does, heâs still falling.
They find the unfinished cube in the air ducts. Who knows how it ended up in there. But they find it, and they try to finish it. But itâs impossible. The colors change; and the Cube itself rotates by itself like itâs built for something else.
The closer they got to the finish, the more the Cube seemed to stop. But the next day, the cube would be back at its original condition. Itâs something they try to do on days off; or when there isnât any cases. Try to fix the Cube.
Then they retire.
The Cube is still there. Derek, Emily, Rossi, Hotch, Garcia, and JJ all moves on and retired. Grew old and died. But, somewhere along the line, something happened. Something wronghappened somewhere, and the âoriginalâ BAU team came back, just as they were before, only different now.
They are part of a show now. âCriminal Mindsâ is what theyâre called. They finish the cube (somehow) and, before the first episode aired, they found Matthew (or Spencer). Emily and Rossi arenât there for a while; they canât be. They havenât been hired yet. Thereâs still Gideon and Elle, and Spencer loves them because even though they havenât stayed, they canât. The Universe wonât allow it.
Spencer keeps their pictures in his wallet. He misses them sometimes. Misses Elleâs laugh and Gideonâs chess strategy. But heâs got the others now. (Though, he doesnât think the Universe will be kind and leave them be. He knows one of them will leave, and another family member will take their place.)
He doesnât tell them the truth. He canât. He wishes he could but he canât. Spencer hopes, beyond hope, heâll have good memories from this place before he leaves. He thinks he would, but good memories sometimes fade over time.
Spencer will fight for his family. He will try to protect them as much as possible. Just until he has to leave - because then heâd have done what the Universe asked of him.
#Spencer Reid#Derek Morgan#Jason Gideon#aaron hotchner#jennifer jareau#emily prentiss#David Rossi#Many many peeps#and alternate universes everywhere#it's pretty fun#so enjoy#rainbowtransformwrites
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Itâs Something (Chapter 3, Final)
Read the first and second installment, or read it on AO3. Could be read apart, I guess.Â
Peterâs there when Tony breaks. He sees it when Tonyâs hands fist in his hair and Tony looks like he wants to scream. The glowing light of the arc reactor (replaced Peter notices) makes Tony seems even more angry than heâd usually be.
Peterâs there when Tonyâs pen is crossing out the Accordâs rules, and how heâs rewriting it, over and over again.
Peterâs there when the pen is snapped, and the pencilâs are gone and Dum-E is trying to keep Tony calm.
Peterâs there when FRIDAY asks Tony if he wants another pen, or coffee.
Peterâs there when Tony just glances up, before muttering âNo. Thanks, FRI.â
Peterâs there when Tony breaks.Â
Peterâs there with his father figure. And, no matter what, Peter knows he won't leave Tony.
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Tonyâs there when Peterâs injured. Tony keeps Peter safe, and Peter, in turn, tries to help Tony with the Accords.
Peter doesnât understand some things in there, but Tony explains it with detail.
Tonyâs there when Peterâs Aunt is in an accident and isnât allowed to have Peter in the house. âUnfit Guardian,â Tony almost snorted. Mayâs a perfect guardian for Peter, but Tony takes Peter in anyway.
âWeâll fight it.â Tony tells Peter. âIâm not going to let them think Mayâs an unfit guardian just for one accident.â
So Tonyâs there for Peter. (Just like a father, Peter thinks.) (Tony hopes that he doesnât turn out like Howard.)
Loki joins them once and only as an enemy to see what had happened. When heâd realized what the ex-Avengers did to Tony, to Rhodey, and to a child. It was understanding he was angry.
(Peter asks Loki to stop using his magic so much. It scares Tony, and Peterâs worried he might relapsed into a flashback.)
(Loki stops, but he also tells Tony that if Tony wants help to get over his fear Loki will help.)
(Tony takes him up on his offer, but a little too late a week before the ex-Avengers come back.)
(Loki doesnât mind. Loki would help Tony as long as it takes little by little because Tonyâs the only one who was nice-ish to him.) (He did offer Loki a drink.)
Itâs when the ex-Avengers come back is when Peter gets really worried. Tony hasnât slept in three days since the news came back that they were pardoned. Heâs been scribbling in the Accords like mad, muttering things like âCanât do that. Thatâs a deal breaker if Cap sees it,â and even, once, âIâm so dumb. So dumb.â
He forgets that Peter has enhanced hearing. Tony forgets that Peter is in the room when heâs scribbling. Heâs always so surprised when he sees him, like heâd expected Peter to leave him.
There are empty coffee cups scattered around Tonyâs desk (and his trimmed goatee has turned into an almost-beard) his hair is wild and unruly. Peter asked FRIDAY how many cups of coffee Tonyâd drank and she replied around thirty-six.
Peter manages to coax Tony out of his office, and into the couch. Tonyâs almost drowning in papers and his eyes are red. He looks like heâs about to fall over and Peter doesnât want to make Tony worse. Tony looks just like Death himself, and Peterâs fingers twitch.
Peter saw death once in his uncle. He wasnât going to allow it to take someone else heâd gotten attached to. Peter didnât want Tonyâs body to start shutting down to rest, because Tony might not wake up again. So, he tries to coax Tony to sleep, but it doesnât work out. He ends up calling Pepper and Rhodey. Pepper got Tony into sleep clothes; and Rhodey got him to actually lay in bed.
Tony only falls asleep when Pepper assures him that she will still be here when he wakes up; and No, Tony, none of us are going anywhere, I promise.
Peter and Rhodey finishes off the Accords. Quickly and quietly while Tony sleeps (dead to the world for a full sixteen hours, no nightmares - yet). When Tony wakes up, they present it with a flourish and Tony blinks in confusion and reads it over.
He nods and smiles at them both before he turns it into Ross (who waits until an hour before the ex-Avengers arrive) to tell them the 117 countries have decided that the New Accords were okay and signed them.
The ex-Avengers and the New Avengers sit at a long table. Pepper slid the New Accords over to Team Cap and waits until Steveâs done reading.
âThey arenât perfect,â Rogers said. âAnd Iâd rather not have the government doing this. But Iâll sign.â He pulls a pen with a flourish and scribbles his signature.
Pushing it toward his teammates, they all begin to sign and Rogers smirks at Tony. âGuess weâre all good,â he says, stretching. Wanda signs last before smiling âsweetlyâ and using her magic to push it back. Peter snatches it out of air before it reaches Tony, who had stiffened.
âNo powers, witch.â Peter snaps, and Wandaâs eyes narrow. Loki appears next to Wanda and Clint jumps, snatching his bow.
âSheâs the witch?â Loki asked, eyes narrowed. He kneels down to Wandaâs eye level and hisses âYouâre the one who messed with everyoneâs head? And, yet you are a child.â
Loki tilts his head. âA child, yes, Rogers? But this child has fought with the Avengers? And this child had inflicted damage upon your teammatesâ mind. But yet this child is allowed on the team?â Loki glances up.
âI never agreed to Stark using Peter.â Lokiâs jaw clenches. âBut at least Stark told Peter to try to stay out of the way. Yet you dropped a jetway onto Peter and left him struggling with it.â
Loki purses his lips and rises up before turning to Wanda. âYou are not a innocent child. Your brother would be ashamed of you.â And Wanda jumps up, angry before Team Iron Man exits the room quickly.
There is a crowd (a huge crowd) outside the building. They are chanting âTeam Tony, Team Tony,â over and over again. There is a different crowd (a very small crowd) chanting âCaptain America, Captain America.â
The small crowd is overpowered by the larger one screaming for âTony.â Not âIron Man,â but âTony.â
Tonyâs smile seems to light up the area, even thought itâs already daytime. Peter thinks that things are going to be okay for a good portion of time.
#Tony Stark#Tony deserves better#Peter deserves better#basically everyone (except team cap) deserve#better#always bitter#never forget#never forgive#anyway#pro Tony#tony deserves all the love#and life#and I love him#so#just keep going#rainbowtransformwrites
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Lancetober: Day 9, Sharpshooter
Day Nine guys! You can read Day Seven and Day Eight. Thanks to @wondere11e for the prompts!
Lance is precise, Keith realizes one day when theyâre going to a planet taken over by the Galra years earlier.
Lance is the first person to get there, and is listening to Coran explain some things. âThey basically worshipped Voltron; not surprising. Theyâd been the first to be informed of Voltronâs birth, and the first to realize the Lions could bond together.â
Lance interjects with âWhat year was that?â
They all pause. âItâs been lost to time, Lance,â Allura says. Her eye twitches.
âWhat happened to the people?â
âThe Galra enslaved them.â
âWhy did they enslave them?â
âWhy do you keep asking questions?â
Lance blinks. âIâm inter-â
âStop,â Allura puts up a hand and Lanceâs mouth closes. âPlease, Lance. I⊠I cannot think about this too much.
Keith knows it isnât Lanceâs fault. But that doesn't mean Keith wonât be angry. Lance pries way too much.
Lance is too precise sometimes.
Lance has sharp eyes. Pidge notices this when they land on a planet. Lance is looking around, eyeing things as if they were enemies. Then he turns and grins at everyone.
âThereâs a lot of things people did here,â Coran says in Pidgeâs ear. âSwimming, hunting, fighting, sacrificing, weaving, farming-â
âWait, what?!â Hunk says. âGo back a few?â
âWeaving?â
âNo, back further.â
âSwimming?â
âUp just a little.â
âSacrificing?â
âThatâs the one.â
Pidge sees Lance stiffen, immediately, eyes scanning the horizon again. âDonât worry,â Coran says pleasantly. âThe people have long since stopped sacrificing on this planet. Why, the only people who still do it are the ones whoâve tried to rebel against the Galra!â
âArenât those the people we need to see?â Lance says, reaching for his weapon.
âNo,â Alluraâs crisp voice calls from over the coms. âWe arenât here to see them.â
Shiro relaxes just a fraction. Allura sound honest, but they canât see her face.
âLiar,â comes a whispered voice. âSheâs lying, sheâs lying!â The voice jeers. âYou shouldnât lie, Princess,â the voice croons, joined by multiplies now.
Pidge only has a split second to look around before something shoots off to her right. She hears a shriek of something dying and looks up at Lance whoâs face is unreadable. He takes her hand and yanks her upward before turning around and shooting into a shadow. Pidge hears another shriek and the other Paladins all reach for their weapons again.
Something creeps forward into the light, and Pidge very nearly screams. Itâs ears are flat against its head and itâs prowling around them.
ïżœïżœïżœSuch a good eye for a two-legger.â It growls softly. âAble to see my brethren sitting in the dark.â It sits down, and grins. âJoin us,â it says and trots off. âThe Queen should be informed he is expecting guests.â One of the things suddenly tear through the undergrowth, and Lanceâs gun stays pointed at it. It runs off in a different direction, and the Paladins begin moving forward.
Pidge notices Lanceâs fidgety movements and how his eyes dart left to right. She thinks heâs looking at the things that are walking (or running) next to them. He still hasnât lowered his rifle, though itâs now resting on his chest instead of pointed at one of the tiger-look-alikes.
His eyes keep darting, and Pidgeâs do the same. She canât see anything, though. She wonders how Lance does it.
Shiro glances upward at the things sitting next to them. It looks like a tiger, Shiro knows. Heâs seen pictures of it. The only difference is the tiger couldnât speak, nor did they have Queens that are male.
âOur Queen is most excited,â the tiger says, eyes gleaming. âSheâs been waiting for thousands of years!â Another one pipes up. âSheâs outlived all our parents!â A cub squeaks from behind Shiroâs foot and he jumps. The cub flashes out of his sight and something else dashes into the light to grab it and jerks away.
Lanceâs head is tilted, eyes closed, and heâs looks like heâs listening to something. His Bayard has already been reverted back into its original form and his eyes are still closed as he walks quietly through the dense forest.
Heâs breathing quietly and Shiro thought he was asleep for a moment. But then he opened his eyes and grinned at Shiro. Shiro smiled back just slightly before he turns around.
The tigerâs smile turns feral as he growls âThe Queen loves to entertain guests.â Shiro glances at the tiger and narrows his eyes. The tiger-look-alike laughed and said it was a joke. âThe Queen doesnât hate guests, but he doesnât love them either.â
Shiro turns around again for his team, only to count three other heads. He nods and turns around again before whirling around. Lance is missing. Lance is gone. Shiro turns around again and calls out to Hunk âWhereâs Lance?â
Hunk shrugs. âHe was like this in the Garrison, too.â Shiro turns around to the tiger-thing and it sniffs the air. âHeâs⊠mmmm⊠I canât smell him.â Shiro furrows his brows and asks âHow?â
âBecause Iâve been trained,â Lance says next to Shiro. He jumps and turns around to stare at Lance.
âHow can you be so quiet?â Shiro asks.
Lance shrugs.
Lance is a sharpshooter. He can be quiet or loud; precise or detail-free; and able to see things from far away. Heâs not the very best, but he hits his targets and he finishes his orders. (Maybe not the way Shiro or them want, but he gets his orders done.)
Lance loves his Bayard, and his rifle is always just a hairbreadth away. Lance pulls away from the tiger Queen and the Queen leans closer to Lance.
âArenât you just a pretty thing?â Queen purrs, and Lance shrugs. âI am pretty.â He says. The Queen laughs, loudly, his head thrown back and everything. Lanceâs fingers twitch and feels like heâs going to shoot the Queen in the face soon.
Just get past this. Lance thinks before placing a fake smile on his face.
As a sharpshooter, he needs to pretend.
#Voltron#Shiro#Keith#Hunk#Pidge#Lance#Lancetober#I love Lance but everything I write has angst in it#Please don't hurt me#Like#y'all#I cry every time#But whateves#continue on scrolling#freak it#rainbowtransformwrites
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Alexander Hamilton
Just a few connected story oneshots that Iâm writing. Itâs about peopleâs thoughts as they see Alexander for the first time or more. The usual things. EnjoyÂ
Tip: This story is historically inaccurate
James meets Alexander after Rachel has fallen asleep. Heâs holding him, cradling him, and Alexanderâs eyes are wide and open and full of life.
James knows Alexanderâs going to do a great thing one day. His violet eyes burn bright in the sun.
Alexanderâs one when he picks up Jamesâs quill. James takes it back with a tight-lipped smile before turning back, ready to continue writing before he feels a tug on his pants. Looking down, he sees Alexander making grabby motions.
âUp. Up.â Alexander stresses and James sighs. He picks him up, and already knows he is not going to finish his work today. Alexander pulls Jamesâs paper toward him, dips his fingers in the ink, and then begins drawing. James stiffens, and Alexander studied the paper. With a final flair, he draws something before turning away.
He jumps off of Jamesâs lap and then toddles around outside to his brother. James looks at the ruined drawing, only to discover a large number listened. It didnât seem intention but the 45 dollars written there made James swallow, hard.
Alexander is two when James tries to pay off his debt. They take his 45 dollars, but tell him that he had interest.
âJust three dollars more,â they say, polishing their nails. âOf course, itâs three more dollars each day you donât pay. New rules. Began a few days ago.â Ruthless smiles grow upon their faces as they watch Jamesâs face drain of color. âSo, three times two is six dollars. So, tomorrow, itâll be nine dollars. The next, twelve.â
James swallows and nods, drained. He gets home and Alexanderâs yelling âPapa! Papa!â Heâs sitting with James Jr on the floor and James Senior smiles. Rachel turns to look at him, before her own smile drops off. James shakes his head at her. A quick shake, but Alexanderâs watching carefully.
When they get into bed, Rachel whispers âWhatâs wrong?â
âTheyâve added interest.â
âWhat?â
âYeah.â
âWeâll pay them.â
âYeah.â
Alexander is three when James throws the money (plus interest) into the sharksâ face. They take the money, and leave James alone. James needed to watch Alexander (Rachel taking James to a doctor) and the sharks all looked unapologetic.
âPleasure doing business,â they say and walk away. Alexander is watching and asks James âDaddy, who were those people?â
James pats his head. âNo one you need to worry about.â
James takes up gambling when Alexander is four years old. Heâs already paying off old debts, and now new ones but heâs addicted. He canât stop, not even when Rachel manages to drag him home. Not when James Jr yells at him that heâs a drunk, stupid, debt-ridden fool.
Alexander stays quiet and when the shouting matches are done, he walks by James and climbs into his lap. His violet eyes burn and stare into Jamesâs soul. âPlease donât do it again.â Alexander says and James nods.
âI wonât,â he lies.
Alexander is five when James gets beaten half to death. Rachelâs crying, screaming; James Jr is quiet and withdrawn; Alexander doesnât understand what is happening and is trying to get his brother to play with him.
âI donât want to, you stupid idiot!â James Jr yells and Alexander is taken back. James Senior rises up from his half-sitting state on the couch and tries to yell something back, but he canât quite make it out.
He falls back onto their bed and lets out a quiet whimper. James Jr shuts up, runs toward his father and Alexanderâs left in the dust.
Alexanderâs six when James finally gets up the courage to tell his family that he might have to do away for a while. James Jr is nodding, because he knew all along; Rachel keeps giving little snorts and shakes of her head, and Alexanderâs eyes are brightly lit.
âAdventure?â He asks and then turns, grinning at his mother. âMom, weâre going on an adventure!â Heâs smiling and James pats his head.
âNot you, Alexander. Just me.â James states, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Alexander looks hurt before James Jr takes him away, talking his ear off about cars and things heâd build. Alexander looks back in confusion, and James sees the hurt in his eyes.
Alexanderâs seven and James has constantly been accumulating debt. Heâs fiddling with his wedding band, wondering how much itâd cost if he just sold it now. Rachel comes out, and leans against his shoulder.
âWhatâre we going to do, James?â Rachel asks, tears springing to life in her eyes. âAlexanderâs so smart already, heâs surpassed three grades. Jam has already almost finished his schooling, and Alexanderâs so close.â Rachel sighs. âWe canât put both of them through college.â
James nods. Alexander is the most likely candidate, but Jam has potential, too. âWeâll just have to choose.â James says, and Rachel blinks.
âChoose? We canât.â
âWe must.â
âWe canât. We have to give them equal opportunities in this world.â
âSend Jam. Heâs the oldest; heâll get his job done.â
âJames Hamilton!â Rachel jumps up. âHow could you even say that?! Both of them could get the job done!â
âWhat are we supposed to do, Rachel?!â James roars back. âWe canât just split up the money! Half goes to Jam, half to Alexander! Theyâd never finish school.â James points a finger at the house. âIâm trying to help my children reach a good education. If Jam is the oldest, then heâs going to college. Alexanderâs going to have to find someone else to pay for his tuition!â
Rachel is seething, pulling her lips back from her teeth. âHow dare you,â she spits. âAre you a father, or a warden? âAlexander is going to have to find someone else,ââ she sneers. âYou are not the man I married.â
She turns and walks off. James sits back down, slipping his wedding ring off and pocketing it.
âYouâve got no idea,â James mutters, thinking of people whoâd like to buy something.
Alexander sits on the window sill, staring at his father with eyes full of disappointment, and hurt. James doesnât notice.
Alexander is eight and James is selling off small things Rachel wouldnât notice to help his debt. To help their debt. James sells off his wedding ring (Rachel hasnât noticed), he sells off his engagement ring (he becomes $50 dollars richer), a couch Rachel didnât want anymore ($10), a kitchen utensil nobody uses ($5), and tons of other things.
He sells Alexanderâs old baby toys, Jamesâs old schoolwork. He erases Jamesâs answers and sells it good-as-new. Alexanderâs toys become a big hit and James steals a few of his little toys from now to help them.
He manages to even snag Rachelâs engagement ring (a whopping $75). He almost managed to steal the wedding ring, but instead he backs away just slightly. Rachel thought sheâd lost her engagement ring and cried into Jamesâs shoulder, begging for forgiveness. James strokes her hair, and tells her thereâs nothing to forgive.
Rachel cries harder.
Alexander stands in the kitchen, watching the exchange with burning eyes. James thinks he knows something.
Alexander is nine, and Rachel is angry. Very, very angry.
âYou sold our things.â She says, eyes burning.
âTo help our debt.â James tries to explain.
âOur debt?â Rachel asks, eyes staring deep into Jamesâs.
âMy debt.â James murmurs.
Rachel puts her head in her hands and slides down onto their bed. âI just donât understand.â she finally mutters.
Alexander is sitting on the edge of the bed, saying nothing, and staring at his father with burning anger in his violet eyes. James feels uncomfortable and leans closer to Alex.
âWhy donât you go play with your brother, huh?â James asks and Alexander shakes his head. âGo, Alexander.â James says, voice hardening.
âJam is in college.â Alexander says. James is taken back before he swallows. âGo read something.â He says.
âIâve read everything.â
James sighs before turning to Rachel. âIâm sorry, Rachel. But I needed to pay off the debt, somehow.â
âOh, you did pay it off,â Rachel laughs bitterly. âAnd youâve been making the debtâs depth deeper and deeper and you try to pay it off.â She begins laughing her head off.
James swallows and turns to the doorway. He turns back to Alexander, once, and his violet eyes, so full of life and emotion, hold nothing. No remorse, no sadness, no disappointment. Alexander is a blank slate, waiting for something.
James walks away.
Alexander is ten, and James leaves. He doesnât attempt to say goodbye to his family. Jam is home from college, and James is packing his things when Jam comes upon him.
Instead of saying anything, Jam helps him pack. James turns his head to notice Alexander peeking his head in the doorway before turning away quickly. James runs his fingers through his hair and Jam sighs.
âHeâs not angry or disappointed. Heâs upset.â Jam says, placing the last of Jamesâs shirts into his bag before giving it to his father. âHe wanted a good father.â Jam says and walks out the door.
James walks into the living room, and then to the front door before he hears Alexander.
âPlease, donât leave.â
âI have to go.â
âPlease.â
âAlexander.â
âWe can change.â
âNo.â
âDaddy, ple-â
âNo.â
James turns around, one final look at his youngest. Alexander has tears in his eyes; the tears making his eye color darker and James thinks he sees a simmer of anger buried deep within them before Alexanderâs tears spill over.
âWe⊠can⊠help,â Alexander hiccups.
âNo.â James says and walks out of the house without another look at Alexander.
#alexander hamilton#james a hamilton#james hamilton jr#rachel hamilton#historically inaccurate#like#nothing i write in hamilton is really accurate#its fun#thanks for reading#i wonder how lin's doing#mmmmm#rainbowtransformwrites
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What Am I?
S U F F E RÂ
(Read it on A03 here)
Logan isnât different from the other sides. Heâs Logic, and he has just as much say as Virgil, Patton, and Roman.
Right?
He might not have as many feeling as the others, but does that mean he doesnât feel? Of course not! He does!
Doesnât he?
The first hint that Logan wasnât⊠normal came from when Thomas was six. Virgil had just barely been born, he stayed in his own room half the time. Roman was everywhere, a hyperactive six-year-old, and Patton always followed his lead.
Logan⊠didnât. He was Logic, he wasnât meant to be there until later - when Thomas was eight at the very least. But Logan was always there; ever since Thomas was born. (And perhaps, that added to his downfall.)
Patton was first, the heart is always first. Logan was second, Roman third, and Virgil (though they didnât know his true name then) was the âbabyâ of the little family theyâd gathered.
Patton and Roman just ran around, playing, and begging Logan to join them.
âThis doesnât fit the function of logic. How can we have fun if weâre just sitting there?â Logan had said. Patton raised himself up, slightly, and frowned.
âItâs fun, Logan. Câmon, join us!â
Logan did.
(It wasnât as fun as Patton and Roman were having.)
When Thomas was ten, Loganâs second hint came forward. The Sides were having a movie night (Virgil had âmovedâ out when Thomas was nine. They didnât see much of him anymore.) Creativity, and the Heart, sitting side-by-side, watching a movie.
They cried. Logan didnât.
âI just donât understand. Why is it upsetting?â
âLogan, because-â
âOh, donât explain it. Heâs emotionless.â
(He wasnât.)
(Was he?)
He withdrew himself from the others. Kept himself separated, and threw himself straight into just being Logic. Not Logan, just Logic. He kept himself with hard, cold facts. Heâd throw them around his room and keep writing because if he didnâtâŠ
Heâd lose himself.
Years later, Thomas began doing the Vines. Heâd use Patton, Roman, and (sometimes) Logan in them. Thomas would dress Patton up as a teacher to make it âsillyâ and âfunâ and other times, itâd be Logan.
Logan always forgot which one was which. Patton played him perfectly. Logan laughed with everyone else, but he felt his own heart (self?) being torn to shreds and everyone else laughed. Logan just shrugged it off, withdrew himself further away, and stayed out of the way.
Perhaps heâd become too afflicted with facts. They donât seem to always work with everyone else.
When âVineâ shut down, Thomas began doing more and more on his YouTube channel. Heâd even began the âSanders Sidesâ videos and Logan had begun to love them. They were beautiful, someplace where he can stay and say his facts, and people liked him. (Even if nobody else did.)
He smiled more, helped just a bit, and thought about bonding more with Patton.
He moves toward the hallway, making room for Anxiety by the stairs. He isnât upset by it; heâs thrilled. Anxiety needs more people to see heâs not bad, that heâs a good person. (Even if it took it away from Logan.)
But then everything changed. Logan didnât mind that Anxiety got the attention - he loved it. Yet, Loganâs mind always supplied the worst possible situations.
They hate you now. Itâd laugh cruelly. Isnât this just perfect? Poor, poor Logic. Just sitting there, without anyone else to help.
Logan always helped keep Thomas in check. But⊠maybe he should leave that to Virgil for right now.
They do different things; help Virgil feel welcome; make songs. Do rap battles, help Roman. But right here - right now - this is not the place for Logan to be. He is not feelings, that is Patton. He is not a good thinker, that is Roman. He is not smart, that is Virgil. Heâs just⊠an emotionless robot.
And heâs here with Virgil. Virgilâs worried, and Loganâs heart immediately tugs to help him. Logan pushes it away, and the others pop up. Logan suggests Nostalgia and both of Patton and Virgirlâs broken âCan they?â Made Loganâs voice go softer.
He explains they can. Give facts. And pushes Patton to let them into his room. Patton doesnât push back; and Logan is worried. But heâs got sixteen other million things, including helping Thomas get over this breakup. (He doesnât blame Patton. Patton isnât to blame.)
They arrive in Pattonâs room and everything is great. The air looks alive with Christmas lights, and Roman, Patton, and Thomas are so happy.
Virgil is not.
He tries to fix his mistake. Virgilâs on the edge of a panic attack and Logan tries to fix it. But no oneâs listening, and Logan lashes out. He calls out Patton, and Patton pushes back.
âCan you stop?â He asks, voice raised slightly. âPlease?â He adds on the end, voice cracking slightly.
And Logan?
Logan is struggling not to show heâs not trying to cry.
Heâs so wrapped up in these stupid emotions - only amplified by Pattonâs room - and leaves. Forgetting Virgil in the process.
He goes back to his room, and screams. Loudly. He sinks into his bed, and he feels tears pricking at his eyes. Logan rubs them, but they just⊠keep⊠coming. Logan is tired. Heâs tired of screwing up; tired of fixing screwed up things.
Heâs tired of being emotionless.
He goes back, once, to grab Virgilâs arm and disappear. The other sides donât notice them leaving and Logan isnât going to announce his presence. They leave, and Virgil is crying. Logan hugs him, and just says quietly âLet it out, Virgil. Just⊠let it out.â
It takes a while for Virgil to calm, and when he does he sniffles and asks âWhere are we?â
âMy room.â
âWill they⊠find us?â
âNo. No, Iâve blocked them.â
âLogan?â
âYes?â
âI donât think youâre bad.â
âThank you, Virg.â
Logan and Virgil stay in Loganâs room just a bit longer before Virgil pulls away. âIâve got to go.â
âYou can stay.â
âI know. But Iâm going to go back to my room. Itâs more comfortable.â Virgil shrugs.
âBe careful,â Logan says. Virgil nods, and he leaves. Loganâs feet drift toward his own couch and slides down onto it. His eyes stare at nothing, and he feel numb.Â
(He doesnât want to get up.)
He stays that way for a long, long time.
#Logan Sanders#logic sanders#patton sanders#Morality Sanders#Roman Sanders#Creativity Sanders#virgil sanders#Anxiety Sanders#Sanders Side#rainbowtransformwrites
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Fools Rush In
Listen, okay, blame @fanfictiongreenirises okay? She asked for it.
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His name is Victor, in this life, and Yuriâs his partnerâs name. Victor loves Yuri, and Yuri loves Victor. He knows it. Yuriâs a figure skater, just like Victor.
And heâs absolutely breathtaking . When he moves, itâs like the Earth and Sky come together. And itâs absolutely perfect - if Yuri can just forget himself when he is dancing. (Victor knows he can; and he does.)
And then⊠then they get married. Victor can only live in Victorâs life for so long, and Yuri can only stay for so long. Victor promised himself, he did, that he wouldnât get too attached. Heâs already attached to his pet, and he thinks Yuri is, too.
âVictor,â Yuri murmurs. âCome to bed, please?â
âIn a minute, Yuri.â Victor replies. Yuri huffs, and leaves into their bedroom. Victor watches him go, before signing his name and the time date onto his letter.
They adopt four children. Two boys, two girls. The girls are identical twins, and the boys are cousin that were separated. Victor loses himself into fatherhood and spouse hood. He loves Yuri like he loves his mothers from past lives, perhaps more.
Victorâs little girls grow up, and marry men. His two boys grow up, one marries a man, and one doesnât marry at all. They (the parents) donât try to get him to âgo out and get a womanâ. Why should he?
If he wants a spouse, heâs capable to get his own; they arenât going to push him.
Yuri grows older, and Victor lets himself grow older, too. He has to keep up his ruse. Their children are gone, grown-up and beautiful. And their pet, his dog, his too young puppy , dies.
They get grandchildren. Plenty of them. Victor teaches them sewing; Yuri teaches them the concept of being accepting.
Victor watches as Yuri grows even older.
And he watches Yuriâs breath leave his body.
And Victor mourns.
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The next time Victor (now named Adam) saw Yuri (or Saturday) was three thousand years later. Victor saw Yuriâs hair - Victor always remembers his hair - and quickly goes up.
âAdam,â he says smoothly, trying to cover his bases and examine Yuriâs face. âSaturday.â Yuri - Saturday - says.
âThatâs a pretty name,â Victor says. Saturday doesnât look up; and Victorâs eyebrows raise. âThanks,â Saturday says, before thrusting something into Victorâs hands.
Itâs a little scrap of paper. âThatâs my boyfriendâs number,â Saturday says. âCall him if you want to fight with him over me. I donât care.â She flips her hair, and Victor watches. He reads the number off the paper, and pulls out his phone. She rolls her eyes and walks away. The phoneâs ringing and a gruff voice mail picks up. âThis is Peter Meltive. If youâre calling for my girl, you ainât getting her. Leave a time and place, and Iâll find you, little bitch .â
Victor quickly pulls the phone away and hangs up the call. He looks up at Saturday and says quietly âYou know he could kill you.â His eyes are searching Saturdayâs and she only glares.
âHe loves me. And he loves our baby.â She places a hand against her own stomach and Victorâs drawn to it. The life form growing inside Saturday - inside Yuri . Victor feels rage wash over him. Why is he feeling this way? Heâs had plenty of wives and husbands across the years.
Why now? Why at this particular moment, to Yuri is he feeling this? Heâs the only one that came back. The Voice whispers and Victor pushes it away. He watches Saturday walk away, speaking on the phone to one of her friends.
He sees it on the news. Someoneâs videotaped it. He sees Saturday screaming, being slammed into walls the floor windows. Everything. He sees her husband - boyfriend? - behind her, screaming something. Someoneâs places subtitles.
âGET RID OF IT!â
âPleaseâŠâ
âGET⊠RID⊠OF⊠IT! YOU FILTHY WHORE!â
He watches as Saturday - and his Yuri - crawls out of her home, screaming. Blood is matted into her hair; eyes are dull. Sheâs screaming and thereâs blood everywhere. Victorâs eyes begin tearing up as he watches her boyfriend following her, pulling out a gun. He shoots her. Victor watches.
The next day, Victorâs found dead in his apartment.
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He doesnât see Yuri until almost a billion years later. Heâs a boy this time, and Victorâs so glad to see him he hugs him straight away. Yuri is rigid, before he pushes Victor away, brow furrowed and angry. Victor begins babbling, and talking about how great it is that heâs here with Yuri before Yuri stops him.
He begins using American sign language. Victorâs picked up a lot of things, but why is he using sign language?
âIâm deaf. Why did you hug me?â
âIâm⊠sorry. I thought you were someone I knew.â
Victor stand aside, and watches as Yuri walks up to the airport. Victor follows (heâs heading to America to study). He overhears conversation with Yuri about different things - and learn other things. He learns that Yuriâs American in this one, and he was born deaf. He also realized that today was the day Yuriâs going home.
âI canât wait to see my mom again! She always has the best food, and sheâs not going easy. Thatâs what she said!â Yuri signs and Victor reads. Yuriâs eyes lit up as he keeps talking and Victorâs heart begins to wring itself.
âMine, mine, mine,â it whispers and Victor gently tries to guide it away. âNot now.â He murmurs quietly.
His heartâs crying, Victor can tell. But for right now, he needs to board the plane for America. He sits down, places earbuds into his ears, and he begins blasting his music. The plane begins to take off, gathering speed, and Victorâs staring out the window. Everyone else is clutching their seats because the plane is lifting off soon. Victor keeps looking at the patches of grass; and he turns his head, just slightly, to stare at Yuriâs face just inches behind him.
âLloyd!â One of Yuriâs friends scream, and Victor turns around. Lloyd? It doesnât fit, Victor knows. Nothing ever fits quite right besides âYuriâ on Victorâs tongue.
The planeâs flying over the ocean and Victor is watching the ocean below. Itâs a huge thing and Victor wonders how itâd survived all this time. But, then again, heâs sure the ocean wonders that about Victor too. Victor gently places a finger against the cold glass of the window, and the plane begins falling.
âIâm sorry, passengers, there seems to be a problem,â someoneâs saying over the intercom. Victor sighs. Is this what he gets for meeting Yuri? Theyâre killing him now?
âVictorâŠâ the Voice says warningly but Victor shrugs it off. Heâs going to die anyway, itâs okay. He turns around, and yanks Yuri - Llyod - into the biggest, sexiest kiss of his life before the plane smacks into water, and Victor watches as Yuri and his friends die from the impact. Then, Victor himself dies.
4
He meets Yuri, now called Marissa, sitting next to her friend. Sheâs laughing, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder. Victor (called Sam), is staring but Marissa just smirks at him. Sheâs the âpopularâ girl at school, and Victor - Sam - is a nerd . Itâs only natural that the nerd likes the popular girls; and the popular girls date the jocks.
Victor - Sam - tries to get Yuri - Marissa - to go out with him. Just one date. Perhaps Victor - Sam? - could get them to remember Yuriâs first life. But Marissa just shrugs him off, yanks his flowersâ petals off and laughs in Victorâs face.
And Victor still loves her.
Maybe itâs because, buried deep underneath Marissaâs âlifeâ is three other lives that Victor was there for. In this decade, Yuriâs hair is blond and his - her - eyes are this brownish-blueish color. Victor loves that color.
Marissaâs dating this one guy - heâs a jerk - but Victor knows itâs because heâs a child. Barely even past sixteen, and this is his first life. Victor isnât the kind of jealous husband - ex husband - especially since Yuriâs been âdeadâ for more than three billion years.
Victorâs hair is dyed brown; and heâs still got his blue eyes. He watches Marissa work, and he knows heâs probably going to get beat up after school. He can take them, heâs confident enough. Heâs got the brawn of âAdamâ; the skill of Victor; the moves of Allison; and the love of his husband. Heâs sitting at the library when he realizes that not one person has come by.
A party. A drunken, drunken party. Yuriâs going to be there. Yuriâs going to die. The Voice says, emotionless. Victor keeps a straight face, and nods. Heâs used to it by now. Theyâre going to say he was driving. Theyâre going to force the blame onto him. Whatâre we going to do? Nothing! The Voice cackled. Victorâs eyed the book next to him. He wonders if itâs too late to see if heâd be able to sneak in.
He grabs his keys, texts his âmotherâ, and goes into his car. He starts it up, and pulls it out smoothly - heâs had years of practice. He begins driving toward the house where the parties are usually at - Susan McBrideâs - and another car suddenly appears right in front of him. Victor tries to slam on the brakes, and the person in the other car tries, too.
Victorâs car crashes into the otherâs. The crash sound makes Victorâs head hurt and his neck snaps forward and back. Breaking and fixing it. They must be watching and laughing as Victor whimpers, bringing his hand up to his bloody head. He coughs, and the passenger car gets out and stumbles.
âWhat the fuck!?â He screams before he turns to the car. âMarissa? MARISSA?â And Victor only has a moment to process which Marissa theyâre speaking about before he blacks out.
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The last time Victor sees Yuri die comes when Yuriâs a transgender boy, and heâd just gotten divorced from his wife. They had three kids that Yuri - naturally - tried to get joint custody of, but was refused when the court learned he was transgender.
Victor has seethed, and ranted, and threw things. But nobody would change their mind and Victor canât exactly go support Yuri in court. If heâd do that, Yuri would die, and Victor would be left wondering if they would be cruel and send him back to reincarnation; or if theyâd be kind and finally place Yuriâs restless spirit to peace.
Heâs practically vibrating when Yuri comes onto the television. Yuri begins talking about how much heâd lived and how his life was dictated by him trying to be Yuri - or Luke, in this case - and how Samantha wasnât him.
And Victorâs heart, this human human heart, began hurting. Breaking. Flipping inside his chest; fighting to break out because it yearns for a boy whoâd never come back to him. Victor stares at Yuri, looking so much like his old self - the only difference is his face. His nose looks broken; eyes are too sunken; hair is limp, lanky and red.
Victor can stare at Yuri for hours - if he could. But, right now, heâs too busy trying to figure out exactly how to fix this curse. This curse for Yuri. Victorâs lived with this âcurseâ or âblessingâ depending on how youâd feel about it for decades - but he can remember. Yuri canât.
Maybe itâs something emotional? Perhaps Yuri had suffered great loss beforehand? In his second life that prevented him from remembering? Victor flips through pages and pages of the book heâd picked up long ago. The pages are yellowed, and dirty in spots where the oil on Victorâs fingers rubbed off spots. Thereâs letters, pages, and even whole texts missing from this book but the most important is the thing Victor has memorized. Pushing pages of notes out of his way, Victor begins to read it again. The words began to mix together (again) and Victor almost screamed.
âI can deal with this curse!â He screams at Them. âHe canât !â
âHe doesnât even remember. How can he deal with something he canât remember?â They ask. Victorâs eyes are hard as he threatens, begs, and even tries to bargain. They refuse.
The next day, the news says that Luke - Yuri - died in a gang beating. Theyâd ganged up on him, calling him âfaggotâ and âlittle girlâ and beat him to death.
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Yuri didnât quite remember anything before his twenty-third birthday. Heâd just walked into a bar and heâd noticed a silver-haired man who was drinking away his life.
âHey,â Yuri had said, pulling his brotherâs arm. âIs he familiar?â His brother just looks at him, laughs loudly, and claps him on the back.
âEvery silver-haired man looks familiar to you!â He yells, and the man-who-drinks turns around to stare at Yuri with utter confidence in his eyes. A soft smile pulls up the the corner of his mouth, and Yuriâs mouth pulls up in response. Â The man-who-drinks gets up, places a few bills on the bar, and walks by Yuri.
He doesnât stumble, which means heâs either not drunk enough or can hold his liquor surprising well. He walks past Yuri, and just gave him a quick glance - a once-over - and walks out the bar. Yuriâs mouth turns down his smile and - is he pouting? Yuri sighs deeply and shoves his hands into his pocket when he feels a scrap of paper. He opens it and almost blacks out.
Hi ;)
Hereâs my number. Call me if you want to hang out, or something.
-Victor
Yuri calls him straightaway. Victor sounds like heâs laughing and Yuriâs blushing but heâs not backing down.
âCome meet me at the cafe across the bar,â Victorâs voice is smooth. And like heâs trying not to cry. Itâs an odd combination - but Victorâs voice does it justice quite well.
Yuri escapes from his brotherâs side and crosses the street. Victorâs sitting at a table, drinking a cup of coffee and holding a pastry. He turns, and grins up at Yuri who smiles back.
âVictor.â
âI know. I mean - Iâm - Iâm - Iâm Yuri. I am. Me. Yuri. I.â
Victor laughs, a rich sound and Yuri wants to hear it again. He sits down next to Victor, and his eyes are bright and large. Canât Victor just laugh one more time? He keeps looking left and right; as if somethingâs going to jump out and attack them.
âVictor?â Yuri asks.
âYes?â
âAre you okay?â
âOf course,â a smile and Yuri canât help but do it either. âJust checking some things.â
âOkay.â
They smile and a waitress comes over. Yuri asks for a hot chocolate, and she smiles before going away. Thereâs a flash of movement in Yuriâs peripheral vision; itâs a flash of silver? He turns his head, and gets a face-full of gun.
âTurn over pockets,â the woman says in a thick accent. The man next to her looks proud, in a fatherly-kind-of-way.
âTurn over pockets,â she demands. Yuri shows her his wallet, and give it to her; then his watch, and that was everything that he had.
âMore,â the man demanded. Yuri flinched before trying to explain that he doesnât have anything else.
âIl nâa rien dâautre?â
âNon.â
âTirez sur lâhomme Ă cĂŽtĂ© de lui.â
The woman turns the gun on Victor, and pulls the trigger. Yuri screams, and Victorâs bleeding. Yuriâs cradling Victorâs head in his arms already (why is he doing it?) and heâs crying.
Victor grips Yuriâs hand and smiles. âItâs okay,â he whispers. âItâs okay.â
His grip goes slack and his eyes glaze over and Yuri screams.
#Yuri!!! On Ice#Yuri On Ice#rainbowtransformwrites#i blame my friend#and myself#and you know#the sadness#enjoy the story#don't blame me#i strongly believe that I'm a good person#angst comes naturally#okay?
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Snapshots
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Chat Noir begins documenting.Â
The person holding the camera is flying through the air. In front of the camera, is Ladybug. Ladybugâs yo-yo is flying through the air, gripping anything and everything.
âMy lady,â Chat Noir begins and Ladybugâs head turns, just slightly. âWhen Iâm with you, Iâm feline good.â
Ladybug stops and turns around to glare at Chat. The video ends there.
There is giggling coming from the camera, as if focuses on Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting in her room sewing something.
âThatâs Marinette,â Chat Noir whispers. âSheâs a good person. Crazy. But good. She always took my head off once.â
Marinette turns to glance out the window and pauses, seeing Chat sitting on the balcony. Her eyes narrow and Chat says âWeâre spotted. Run.â before jumping off the edge.
The camera opens to a picture of Chat and Ladybug. Chatâs tongue is out and his fingers are in a claw position. Ladybug doesnât seem to be paying attention.
The next picture shows Chatâs mischievous-filled eyes as he glances up at Ladybug. The caption reads âDare me to lick her?â
The third picture is of both of them again, Chat is just inches away from Ladybug and she still doesnât seem to notice. âReady?â The caption says.
The fourth is Chatâs tongue out again, inches away from Ladybugâs cheek. She has her head turned, and a confused look in her eyes. âSet.â
The fifth is a video of Chat licking Ladybugâs cheek. She looks furious as she scrubs it away, and Chatâs laughing before Ladybug gets up. The caption reads: âGo!â
The video it opens up to is an angry Ladybug chasing an equally-scared-slash-upset Chat Noir. âCanât we talk about this My Lady?â Chat begs.
âNo! No we canât!â Ladybug screams, her yo-yo in her hands before Chat suddenly squeaks and jumps up.
âThe people wanted it!â
âTurn the phone off!â
âNo!â
The video opens to Chat Noir falling into an alley, and Ladybug follows soon after.
âTurn off the phone, Chat.â Ladybug says. Chat shakes his head.
âThis is evidence for when you murder me!â Chat screams. âThe police shall find you!â (Unfortunately, for Chat, the police were currently laughing their butts off in their station after watching his videos.)
Green eyes fills the screen, and Chat Noir whispers âHey. Weâre here at Marinetteâs house. Hope she feeds me.â
âYouâre not a stray!â Marinetteâs voice screams from the window. Chatâs nose wrinkles up and he sighs.
âMarinette is in denial.â
âI am not!â
âShe doesnât understand that Iâm hungry!â
âGo buy some food!â
Chatâs quiet for a moment before he grins. âBut, Princess, this is a catastrophe !â
The camera turns around to face Marinette, who is pressed against her window. She mouths the words âFuck you.â to Chat before turning away.
âThat hurt, Princess.â
Marinetteâs eyes glare at Chat.
âPlease come back. I knead you.â Chat howls and Marinetteâs eyes darken before she comes closer to the window. Chatâs quiet for a moment.
Marinette opens the window and the camera turns back to Chat, eyes wide. âGotta go!â He exclaims before turning a fleeing into the night.
Marinetteâs voice follows him: âCome back here, you cat! Iâm telling Ladybug!â
Chatâs wide-eyes is more than an answer.
âNot only did you go and bother a girl, now youâve just went and became a nuisance by telling her puns! Honestly, Chat. Leave her alone.â Ladybug ranted, the camera filming her at an odd angle.
The caption reads: âThanks for a whole lotta nothinâ, Princess. Now I know who to trust.â
The camera opens to just Chat, sitting on the roof of a home in broad daylight. âIâm bored,â he states to the camera.
âParis is fun and all, but Iâm bored. And angry at Princess so I canât go to her house anymore.â
âOkay, so the reason Iâm not going to Princessâs house anymore is because a) Iâd apparently driven a bunch of fangirls to represent her? Weird. And b) she told Ladybug I used puns, and videotaped her. And, apparently, Ladybug forbade me from going to her home anymore. So, Iâm not going, and Iâm angry. Donât send her death threats.â
âBut, on the bright side, her parents sent me a message saying business is booming so thatâs good.â
Chat pulls a bakery bag out of (seemingly) nowhere and takes out a cookie. âHer parents make good cookies.â He says through a mouthful. âGo there and buy cookies.â
Chatâs face is series (though cookie crumbs litter his face and mouth) âChat Noir commands you.â
The video opens to an Akuma attacking the mayorâs home. Chat is sitting next to a gargoyle, in exactly the same pose. The caption reads: âJust hanging around,â while an explosion rocks the ground and Ladybug flies in above Chat.
Sheâs screaming, âDamn it, Chat! Fucki-â and the video cuts off.
A slightly angry and disgruntled Chat Noir is sitting in the corner, pouting. The caption on the picture reads: âJust because I didnât âgo in there before Ladybug got thereâ now Iâm grounded.â
Chat Noir stares at the camera, and his lip curls back in a tiny smirk.
âOh, fuck fuck fuck fuck!â Chat Noir chants as the camera opens. Heâs running through rooftops, girls underneath him screaming.
âSee, here are some problems with fangirls,â Chat says. âIs that they keep trying to climb up and here and can get hurt.â
The camera pans to the girls underneath him, some trying to claw their way up. The camera suddenly settles on Marinette, walking through the sidewalk. She smirks at Chat, and her smile drops.
The camera pans back to Chat whoâs head is turned away. âIâm still mad at her,â he says as a way of explaining before he turns and bounds off.
âYou shouldnât be mad at Marinette,â Ladybug says. The camera flickers to Chat who is pointedly ignoring the name.
âOh. Did she tell you that?â Chat says.
âChat,â Ladybug says.
âLadybug,â Chat mimiks.
Ladybugâs lips purse. âShe did what she thought was right.â
âShe should have asked me. I mean, if she was ready to fight me for saying a pun, youâd think she would have told me to stop. Right, Internet?â Chat asks the camera.
âChat, put down the camera,â Ladybug says. The video cuts off.
A grumpy Chat Noir is sitting on steps, shivering. His hair is plastered to his face and the rain pouring down isnât helping.
The caption reads: âFirst, I take a dive in a river. Now itâs raining. Great!â
The camera opens, shakingly, at Marinetteâs home. They can see her downstairs eating dinner with her parents. The camera turns to Chat Noir, who is sitting on her balcony, not looking down at the family. Instead, heâs looking at the sky.
âThe skyâs weird.â Chat says. âItâs so many different colors. So many different things. But itâs always there. Itâs weird. But pretty.â
The video cuts off.
The camera opens to Chat sitting in a nest of butterflies.
âItâs Papillonâs lair.â Chat says, voice tight. Thereâs something in his eyes that makes everyone watching it look to each other.
âHe uses the butterflies.â Chat says. âHa.â
Chat smiles gently at the camera.
âI think this is my last video.â Chat says. His eyes are holding secrets; deep green eyes that look far beyond their years.
âIâm not sure I can keep doing it.â Chat continues.
âEverythingâs going crazy. You know?â Chat smiles.
âI donât think Ladybugâs coming. Sheâs too caught up in her own things. Donât worry, though, Iâm going to be fine.â Chat smiles, and his smile is sweet and clear.
Itâs an: nothing-will-help-me smile.
âIâll see you guys. Maybe.â Chat says, and the video cuts off.
#miraculas ladybug#Ladybug#marinette dupan cheng#adrien agreste#Chat Noir#Open ending#angst#hurt/comfort#sadness#oh n#tears#rainbowtransformwrites
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Lancetober: Day 8, Blue
Day Eight of Lancetober! Enjoy, guys gals and non-binary pals! (Again, credit to @wondere11e for said prompts.) (You can read Day Sevenâs here.)
Thereâs something sitting at the edge of the town. Itâs huge but it doesnât hurt anyone. It just stands there, waiting for something.
The women gossip about it. âThey say it never leaves,â one of them say.
âI heard it hates having people near it.â
âIâve heard itâs been there for years.â
They are all uneasy about it, giving it a wide berth. It doesnât say anything, it doesnât do anything. It just stands there and watches the townspeople go about their work. Itâs eyes are dull, and itâs metal outer body doesnât gleam like it used to.
The government came. People in helicopters, airplanes, soldiers, SWAT, everyone. They told the townspeople that the thing was just meant for an experiment and theyâd all passed. They also told them that they shouldnât talk about this to anyone ever again.
They take away the thing, and everyone sighs a bit of relief.
It is back the next day, and everyone ignores it again. âThe government will come and take it away,â a  girl states with a smile. She wants to see them again. They looked cool.
Her little brother looks at her and then back to the thing. âThey wonât.â He says, as if his word is law.
(They donât come back.)
Itâs said that the thing was once beautiful. That it shined and itâs eyes were bright. Now it wasnât like that, and nobody knew why.
It is said that the thing once flew and could run faster than a cheetah. It just sits and lies in wait now. For what, no one knows.
They say that it once had someone with it, but he is long gone by now. They say that itâs dangerous, that it should be taken away. That it canât stay, itâll hurt the children.
A boy says that it should stay. âSheâs just lonely,â he protests.
Nobody goes near the boy anymore.
Itâs gone the next day. Just like that. And the boy whoâd protected it was gone, too.
âGood riddance,â the townspeople say.
âHe was good little bugger,â someone says, fondly.
âHe was a problem-fixer,â another says.
âHe was a good boy,â they all say.
Maybe theyâll find him someday.
There are stories about everything and everyone. But there is nothing more interesting (or mysterious) as the tale of the thing that sat outside their town, watching them, only to disappear with a child.
If they look up, some people swear they can see gleaming metal and bright eyes. They say the thing has a red thing around itâs back, and it has the color blue all over it. Others say that it looked like a lion, and yet others say it looked like a cat.
People say they can hear purring in the middle of the night. Others state they can hear a Lion roaring and a boy laughing with delight.Â
But those are just stories. They arenât real.Â
Or are they?
#Voltron#Blue Lion agst#She's waiting#But does she have him?#Maybe#Maybe not#Don't hurt her#Keep her safe#GiveBlueLionMoreLove2k17#JK#rainbowtransformwrites
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A Breath Of Life
Iâm tired. I tried. Enjoy it. Give it to Mark as a gift; or as a torture device. I donât know.Â
This is just a joke, he chanted as he ran through rooms.
âDAMIEN? CELINE?â He called as he ran through the rooms. They didnât answer. âCome now! Itâs not a game, anymore!â Heâs screaming.
Heâs searching for them. Theyâre still here! They have to be! The other one came back! That must mean that Damien and Celine are okay! Right?
The house seems to be laughing at him, but heâs still going. Theyâre okay. They are okay!
Right?
What can I go by? I cannot go by Damien. Not anymore. I am not Celine. I am not⊠them. Heâs walking, slowly. He doesnât know where exactly he is going. But heâs walking, brushing his hands on everything he can touch.
He hears William screaming. William? Curse this bodyâs desperate need to help, protect, see. No, no, he chastises himself. This bodyâs not to blame. Itâs their fault for giving them his emotions; the body simply does what it always did. It has a natural sense of curiosity, and he cracks his neck again. It will be difficult to beat into submission; but he canât always get what he wants. The house groans, and cries, as if itâs crying for something.
âDamien?â Celine calls, and he turns his eyes toward her Spirit. Itâs walking next to him. âDamine, where are they?â Â He gestures behind him, at the mirror, and Celine turns. She stares at the person, watching, waiting. Her hands cover her mouth, and her eyes burn.
âDamine, what are you doing?â She asks, annoyed. He pauses and turns to the Spirit. âI do not know.â He says, voice grave. She tries to touch him, but her hand goes through. âAre you okay? Does the body feel right?â He shrugs, and William cries again. Calling for his friends. âWilliam. Oh, William.â Celine says, and he can see tears gently pouring from her eyes.
âDamine. Do just one last favor. As old friends,â Celine asks. He doesnât say anything, but she knows heâs listening. âTake care of William, Damine - or whoever you will be going by now. He doesnât know what is happening. He doesnât understand.â Her Spiritâs eyes glow with anger.
âWe will find Mark, and make him pay for what heâs done to us!â She growls. He nods. She sighs, gently. âI⊠I cannot hold this form much longer. Iâll try to get out friend out of the mirror. Iâve given you almost all my energy. Donât disappoint us. Do whatever it takes.â
He watches her appearance begin to fade. She pauses, bites her lips, and before she leaves says âDamine? Please come visit meâŠâ
He takes Celineâs promise to heart and keep William - Wilford - with him. Wilford has come to call him âDarkâ and he does like the word. They search the world, for years, just to find the one person they needed to. The one person who needed to pay Hell.
They found him in a YouTuber; who didnât seem to know what exactly he possessed inside of him. Dark and Wilford joined, and the world flipped. This Mark was joyful; this Mark didnât know what he did. This Mark wasnât their Mark. Until Dark appeared, and his eyes just showed recognition.
âHowâd you get out?â He asks, voice trembling. Dark smiles.
âI got help⊠from an old friend.â Dark says. âAnd, this time, Mark, I donât think weâre going to play easy.â
Mark doesnât scream. He just narrows his eyes.
âBring it on,â he challenges. Dark chuckles, and Markâs Egos appear behind him.
âLetâs play,â Dark says.
He visits Celine. Sheâs long gone by now. Her Spirit energy has faded out, and now sheâs stuck in an empty abyss. Joined only by the people who died in this house; this cursed house. But he still visits her.
He walked around the edges of tables, the dust sitting around. The home is gone now, hidden from everyone except Dark and Wilford. The mirrorâs are all intact, dust on their surface and Dark pulls a finger down. He gathers the dust on his finger and examines it. The house is creaking, like it always was.
Then, he turns to the only mirror which is cracked. The person sitting in the mirror stares back at Dark with trusting eyes. Betrayed eyes. Eyes that once held the entire world. Dark sighs and sits down.
âDonât look at me like that, old friend.â He says. âIâm not hurting anyone. Just the man whoâd hurt us.â
They donât say anything. Dark cracks his neck. âYou should thank me. I kept you here, in the mirror. See, the mirror reflects your energy back to you, see? So, your Spirit is always here.â Dark can feel the questions, burrowed deep into those eyes that arenât trusting anymore.
âCeline wouldnât go. I tried. Trust me, I tried. But she wouldnât let me. Instead, sheâd rather rot in Markâs corpse.â Dark picks up his cane, and shrugs on his blazer. âIâll return at a later time, old friend. We can discuss more next time.â
The eyes are pleading. Pleading for Dark to stay; pleading to be let out. They know. How can they know? Dark doesnât care.
Dark walks out.
The eyes close.
The house, for the first time in itâs long, long lifeâŠ
Is silent.
#Darkiplier#Markiplier#who killed markiplier#I don't know anymore#emotions#i know this is old#i don't care#i'm upset#i'm sad#@markiplier#see what you do?#rainbowtransformwrites
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What Comes Next
Thomas Jefferson (Plus, mention of James Madison)
Thomas sees him, wandering aimlessly across the streets, staring up at the snow with a fascinated expression. He looks like he hasnât seen snow and Thomas almost snorts. Someone living in New York City, and not seeing snow? Impossible .
Though, perhaps, heâs visiting from someplace. Thomas doesnât think so. If heâs visiting, then how is his mother not with him? Or, better yet, why isnât he wearing shoes? Thomasâs lip curls up in disgust. He must be a street rat, Thomas decides. But heâs pretty, Thomas thinks, in a certain way.
His hair is long, floppy and in his face. But he glances toward Thomas and Thomas nearly has a heart attack. His eyes . Thomas doesnât know what else to do except just stare at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. His eyes are different from his body.
The boyâs body is thin, scrawny, weak. His hair is greasy; and his clothes are dirty and heâs shoeless. (âHe will get sick,â Thomasâs mother says later when Thomas tells her). But his eyes are different. They seem to hold fire, to hold hope. Warmth. Something Thomas misses.
The boy turns his head to the side, and then turns to look at Thomas once more. Thomas tilts his head, just slightly, curls bouncing. The boyâs mouth curves up in a small smile before he turns and disappears before Thomas can blink.
His father gets back in the carriage and throws sweets at Thomas. âGot these for you,â he says and smiles over his paper. Thomas thanks him before grabbing one of the sweets and popping them into his mouth. They start their way home, and Thomas makes a small note to ask his father if heâs going to New York any other time.
Thomas wants to see the boy again. He sees something glittering on the carriage floor and blinks, confused. He picks them up and stares at it for a solid moment before slipping one onto his wrist. The other one heâll give to Jemmy. (He hides it from his father.)
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Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy Schuyler
Eliza sees him staring at the surface of a pond she likes to go to. She doesnât want to scare him, but this is her pond. Sure, itâs in the middle of a park but itâs hers. Her sisters and her always go to that pond and itâs theirs until they die. The boyâs scrawny, big, and he looks sad and angry.
Angelica and Peggy are standing next to her and they gasp as the boy suddenly throws himself into the water. He comes up, sputtering, but grinning happily. Philip takes one look at the boy before ushering his girls away.
âDonât go there if heâs there,â Philip says and Eliza looks back. The boy is laughing, hard, and heâs doubling over in the water.
âPapa, he might drown.â Peggy points out and Philipâs lip curls.
âGood.â
Philip doesnât let them go back to the pond for a week afterwards. He doesnât want the âstreet-ratâ to contaminated Angelica, Eliza, or Peggy. Angelica raves and rages for days but Philip doesnât give in and Angelica stops.
The next time they go to the pond, the boyâs gone. A small part of Eliza hoped heâd stayed, but when she looked at the pond, she saw something glittering in the sand. She plunges her hand into it, cold sweeping up her hand and soaking her dress sleeves but she manages to yank out three chains.
They are necklaces. Eliza holds them, delicately, and shows it to her siblings. They wonder if itâs for them, and Angelica shrugs.
âWe found them.â She says, and takes one of the chains and holds it out to Eliza. âMay I?â She puts one the necklace on Eliza and one on Peggy. Eliza places the chain on Angelica and they all grin at each other.
(They hide the necklaces from their parents.)
John Laurens
John meets the kid just days after heâs gone to New York. The kidâs running around shoeless and John Laurens is the only kid who gets to do that. So, he is very interested in what the boy is doing and decides to follow him.
He gets lost, and loses his jacket in the process. The kid took so many turns and twists that John got confused before heâd stumbled back to the place where he started. The kidâs sitting on the edge of the stairs that John had been sitting on.
The kid pulls a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and John realizes that the jacket is his. The kid lights it, puffs, and blows out the smoke. He holds it out to John, a silent invitation. John sits next to him, and takes the cigarette, taking a puff. The kid pulls off Johnâs jacket and lays it down next to him.
He takes the cigarette, takes a long drag, then turns and walks away. Johnâs left alone. He chuckles, pulls another drag of the cigarette, takes the jacket, and goes inside his house.
He doesnât realize heâs got a ring in his pocket.
Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette
Lafayette is in France, thinking about America. He wants to see how America is like, what Americans do, what they want to do.
But he sees a boy, barely sixteen, picking his way past the crowds like heâs done it a million times. Lafayette watches him, slowly, eyes narrowed as the boy comes closer to him.
âEst-ce que quelque chose vous dĂ©range?â His sister asks, sitting down next to time.
âLe garçon. Il est Ă©trange, n'est-ce pas?"
âQui?â
Lafayette turns to look at her head tilted like a lost puppy.
âLe garçon? Devant nous?â
âLafayette, vous sentez-vous bien?â
Lafayette turns around to stare at the boy again - but heâs gone. He turns around to see behind him, but thereâs nothing but bricks.
âLafayette?â
âCe nâest rien. Ăa ne fait rien.â
(He finds a hair tie that isnât his in his pocket. It glimmers and is very stretchy. It also doesnât break when Lafayette pulls his hair up.)
Hercules Mulligan
Hercules is just closing up shop when a boy, age sixteen, runs in. Heâs out-of-breath, and his eyes are wide and fearful.
âUh⊠kid?â Hercules says and the boyâs eyes snap to his. âWeâre closing.â
The boy makes urgent hand motions, not speaking a word.
âI donât know what you want,â Hercules says before blinking at the boyâs tattered shirt and pants. âDo you want me to⊠fix those?â Hercules says and the boy frowns, blinks, then looks down at his shirt and pants. With shaky fingers, the boy pull the shirt off his chest.
Hercules can count the kidâs ribs. He shudders before turning to the sewing and beginning to stitch up the clothing. He doesnât talk, and the kid doesnât either. He finishes the shirt and the boyâs fingers take it back almost instantly. He quickly shoves it over his head and Hercules swallows and looks away.
He doesnât think he can stand the silence for much longer before the boy turns and darts out the door. Hercules blinks before falling onto his chair, sighing. He looks over at his supplies before blinking at the glittering sewing needle sitting innocently among Herculesâs things.
He thinks itâs a mistake but if he looks closer, he can see an âHâ and âMâ on it. He blinks in amazement but also wonderment, before packing his things up again.
(He sews with it only when heâs working on his friendsâ clothing.)
+1 Alexander Hamilton
Alexander is taking a shot when the kid walks in. He makes a beeline right to where Alex is sitting and slides next to him. Alexander doesnât look at him but asks âIs it done?â
The boy nods. Alexander smiles slightly before taking a shot. âWashington?â
âHe has his things.â The boy replies.
âMartha has hers?â
âYes.â
Alexander sighs before ruffling the boyâs hair. âYou did good, kid. Donât do that I did, alright?â
The kid grins. âYou know I wonât, Alexander.â
He disappears and Alexander is left alone.
âYeah, sure.â Alexander says, taking another shot.
âJust remember to take care, Alex.â
#alexander hamilton#peggy schuyler#eliza schuyler#Angelica Schuyler#thomas jefferson#Mention of James Madison#Mention of George & Martha Washington#marquis de Lafayette#Hercules Mulligan#John Laurens#All around good times#keep on living#THIS IS LIKE#I don't know#so#like#just#enjoy it#thanks *thumbs up*#rainbowtransformwrites
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Stories, of Long Ago
Read it on A03, if you want. THERE ARENâT ENOUGH FICS WITH CHUCK/SAM FRIENDSHIP SO I MADE MY OWN!
âDo you want to know some stories, Sam?â Chuck asks, sitting next to the half-asleep Winchester. He didnât reply and Chuck gently brushed His fingers through Samâs hair. Dean was out buying food and medication, new sigils burning into his ribs. Chuck didnât dare try it on Sam, yet.
Chuck sits down next to the younger Winchester, and begins to weave a tale.
There was once a place, up high in the clouds. It was a beautiful place, a perfect place where no one felt pain, and Angels littered it, helping people and things. But there was a tiny Angel, named Gabriel (here, Chuck paused gauging Samâs reactions, and seeing his eyebrows smooth, Chuck continued)
Gabriel was a tricky person, always causing trouble and learning it from his brother, Lucifer. (Sam whimpered, Chuck swallowed hard) His father called Gabriel âmy little Tricksterâ and the nickname stuck. Whenever his father saw Gabriel if it wasnât serious he was always greeted with âmy little Trickster.â
(There was a slight shift as Sam moved)
Gabriel was happy, just until his Father decided that the Earth must be filled with something. âMake somethingâ Gabrielâs father told each of his children and they did. Gabriel was very upset since he didnât want to disappoint his father. So, heâd stolen his brotherâs creations and placed different things on them: bunnies with five legs, horses with a horn right in the middle. âGabriel,â his father told him. âYou canât use your brotherâs creations. You must make your own.â
So, Gabriel did. It was very, very ugly. Gabriel loved it, and called it a âplatypusâ and heâd played with it. He made many other creations. Dinosaurs, dragons, many things. His father sighed and told him âNo, Gabriel. Something that my creations would love and cherish,â and sent him away. âDonât send them to Earth,â his father told him. âThey wonât like them.â
Gabriel chucked (Chuck scowled as heâd realized his joke) them to Earth anyway.
Chuck heard Samâs slow breathing and smiled, getting up and going to the kitchen. Samâs sleep wonât have nightmares tonight.
Chuck made sure of it.
#supernatural#chuck and sam frienships#chuck shurley#sam winchester#let sam rest#gabriel#dean winchester#i need more sam friendships#okay?#chuck tells a story of gabriel#to sam to make him sleep#rainbowtransformwrites#myownlittleworld
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