#stories galore

[brynthewriter]

Masterpost

Hi everyone! If you don't know me, my main blog is @op-sys-chaos and I write both original content and fanfiction. I wanted to have a blog specifically to talk about the things I'm writing, so that's this!

If you'd like to quickly recieve updates for any of my works, please subscribe to the individual post I'll be making for each of these that are incomplete! (I'll make a subscription post and a discussions post so people can have a place to follow for updates and a place to talk about it for each without spamming the subscribed people.) Updates will not be consistent for any of these.

Without further ado, here's the masterlist of everything I've created or am working on, with links attached to the titles and lists for the associated posts below:

Fics:

The Pit Made Me Do It (And I'm So Sorry)

Would you sacrifice someone’s life for the sake of your own sanity? What if it wasn’t your choice? Recovering from the Madness induced by the Pit now giving way to the second stage of revival. Pit Rage. A primal state numb to the world and driven only by the desire of one goal. Said goal once complete, would give Jason his emotions, his sanity, his life back. It should be easy, at least it would be if his goal was anything else. But the Pits cost is steep, and so is the burden of a mind set on watching the light drain from the eyes of Timothy Drake.

Chapters: 9/12

Words: 24,409

Fandom: DC

Beta reader: @batfambrainrotbeloved (they also wrote the summary for the fic!)

An AU where the Lazarus Pit effects work differently and it affects Jason Todd's journey.

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When You Break The Universe, The Universe Breaks You

Tim fractured the universe with a magical spell to swap his place with the place of Jason Todd moments before his death. What will happen?

Works Total in Series: 3

The Fragmentation (completed, chapters: 2/2, words: 2,376, written together but mostly by @brucewaynehater101)

Fragmented Universe: the Hope of a Wraith (chapters: 3/?, words: 6,246, written by me)

Fragmented Universe: It Simply Ends (completed, chapters: 1/1, words: 5,032, written by @brucewaynehater101)

Words Total: 13,654

Fandom: DC

Beta reader: @brucewaynehater101 and I are beta reading each others' fics in this series! @batfambrainrotbeloved is also helping to beta for the Hope of a Wraith.

A massive series of many AUs based off of that description! I’m writing this in collaboration with @brucewaynehater101 so go check them out!

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A Message From the Dead

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are long-lost twins. Damian thinks Danny died at 6. Danny thinks Damian is still in the League of Assassins. When a video message informing him of Danny's existence arrives in Bruce Wayne's inbox, having been auto-sent after 3 days of Danny being away from his computer, can he find his son in time?

Works Total in Series: 4

A Message From the Dead (completed, chapters: 1/1, words: 459, written by me)

A Message From the Dead: Looking for a Ghost (chapters: 2/?, words: 1,759, written by me)

A Message From the Dead: Biggest Regret (chapters: 1/?, words: 1,877, written by @rin-may-1103)

A Message From the Dead: A Sister's Love (chapters: 1/?, words: 686, written by me)

Words Total: 4,781

Fandom: DC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Based off a prompt I posted on my main blog, @op-sys-chaos, I decided to write this out as a full fic. Other people also wrote their own versions, so I offered for them to join me in posting them together on AO3! So far, @thevoidstaredback and @rin-may-1103 are the only two people involved in the series, but if anyone else wants to be involved, let me know!

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Not So Artificial Intelligence

Technus traps Danny in the Batcomputer. For his own safety, he pretends to be a new AI system on their computer. This has consequences.

Chapters: 3/?

Words: 3,077

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

DPxDC fic based on this prompt by @corkinavoid!!

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Weirdly Competent

Danny Fenton studied medicine under Frostbite. Because of this, he has a lot of medical expertise when it comes to working with a lot of different species, including Kryptonians and Martians. The doctors on the Watchtower who hired him did not know that he had experience and thought he was just talking back, so they fired him on day one. A few days later they tried one of his suggestions. To their surprise, it worked. The Justice League now has questions about Danny, starting with "Why the hell did you fire him??"

Chapters: 5/?

Words: 3,017

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: @soupteeth

DPxDC Doctor!Danny fic based on this prompt by @bet-on-me-13!!

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A King, a Demon, and a Cult Walk Into a Summoning Circle

Danny is sacrificed by a cult to a demon as the batfamily rushes to save him. The terrifying demon demands that they put him back where they found him immediately.

Chapters: 2/?

Words: 2,030

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Danny being a casual badass without lifting a finger, based on this prompt I wrote!

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Twins, or What It Takes to be Resurrected

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne were twins, separated at 7 years old when Talia saw Danny's hesitation to kill and let him choose a normal life. Now, Damian Wayne has found his brother, and has come to him for help. Because Damian is dead, and his long lost twin is his only hope for resurrection. All Danny has to do to bring Damian back is to convincingly pretend to be his brother, who he hasn't seen for the better part of a decade, at a fancy gala. Can he do it, or will the twins be caught?

Chapters: 7/10

Words: 12,329

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

A demon twins au based on this prompt I wrote where Damian is dead and Danny has to pretend to be his long lost brother in order to bring him back.

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In Another Life

Danny Fenton died young. Wanting another chance at life, he reincarnated as Dick Grayson, not realizing that he would keep his powers when he did so. How does this affect the timeline? You'll see :)

Chapters: 13/22

Words: 25,919

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Based on this prompt by by @indingojazz, @stealingyourbones, and me! Danny Fenton dies at 16 and, after dying so young, decides he wants another chance at life. So he reincarnates, becoming a young boy named Dick Grayson. Surely, his past won't ever become relevant. ...Right?

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Goodbye. Love, Tim

If you want pure angst, only read chapter one. The first line of this summary is for you. If you're like me and you want angst to have a happy ending, read the whole thing! The whole summary is for you. Tim's had enough. Enough of the murder attempts. Enough of his siblings doubting him. So he calls them to say he's leaving. Or, at least, that's what Dick hears Tim say over the phone. But is that really what he feels?

Chapters: 5/5

Words: 3,986

Fandom: DC

Beta reader: no beta reader, though I did give two people a sneak peek before posting it!

Obligatory "Tim's had enough and leaves the batfamily fic" but with a twist. If you just want the angst of him leaving, read chapter 1. But if you want the twist and the happy ending, read the whole thing! I promise it gets better. I also tried to use only canon content for this rather than making the batfamily treat Tim worse like most of these fics do.

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Watching Waynes

Dick Grayson has a great idea. Bruce has been acting like an idiot in public for a long time, and no one takes him seriously enough to think he's Batman. So what if the whole family did that? And what better way to do it than together? Taking inspiration from Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Dick convinces his family to create a reality TV show with him, centered around their lives. One which they would use to show the public that they're just too ridiculous to ever be superheroes. This story will follow a different format from the rest of my fics, since I'm actually describing the episodes. I'll mention things like camera angles and cuts between camera shots in the story. It may be a bit of a weird format to read it in, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! I'll also include people reflecting on the episodes at the end, whether it's the Waynes looking at what they've done or their superhero friends laughing at their nonsense. I hope you all enjoy!!

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 6,274

Fandom: DC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Based on this prompt by @fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow, the Waynes create a reality show called Watching Waynes. It's based on the concept of Keeping Up with the Kardashians, where a film crew follows these celebrities around and films all of their nonsense.

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What Did He Do to Save Me?

Danny Fenton was reincarnated as Bruce Wayne's oldest biological child. This wouldn't be an issue for anyone, except Damian was born with a hole in his heart that could only be fixed by Danny splitting his core in half. Now, Danny is perpetually exhausted and barely able to move. But despite all of that, he still loves his siblings. And he's about to find out how much they love him back, when Damian finds out the lengths Danny went to to save him as a baby and decides to return the favor.

Chapters: 3/?

Words: 7,114

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Based on this prompt by @hyperfixationherewecome and me! Danny Fenton as Danny Wayne sickfic, where the very person he became sick saving fights to save him in return!

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To Be a Parent

(title is a work in progress, I'd love suggestions!)

Jazz and Jason’s one night stand was just that, as far as Jason knew: a one night stand. They hadn’t exchanged numbers or last names, so he never expected to see her again. But to his surprise, he ran into her nearly six years later with a five year old girl named Ellie who, judging by the timing, is almost certainly his. Jason is a father. And he’s not sure he’s ready for it. Now, Jason is involved in Jazz’s life, trying to help raise his daughter and bonding with the woman he once fell for. But will it become something more? Or will Jason’s life as the Red Hood drag everything down? Jazz’s little sister Ellie, Danny’s clone, was dying. The only way to save her was to de-age her and put her core into the body of an unborn baby, allowing her to be born and live her life again. Jazz always wanted a kid anyway, so she volunteered to be the one to have the kid and raise Ellie. For the next five years, she raised her daughter as a single mother in college,. But now, the man she hooked up with is back in her life, and Jazz can’t say she’s upset about it. But can he handle her family’s weirdness? Or will he run before Jazz can get to know him better?

Chapters: 4/?

Words: 4,151 (910 written by @sistertotheknowitall)

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Based on this prompt by @sistertotheknowitall, Jazz and Jason raise their daughter, a reborn Ellie. I'm also going to make this be an eventual Jazz/Jason/Roy fic because why not. I'm starting out with just Jazz/Jason though.

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Clones and Their Consequences

Danny Fenton is Bruce Wayne's clone, and the people who cloned him activated and then brainwashed Zur En Arrh to be a killer. Specifically, to kill Batman. Danny managed to regain control of his body and get away, being adopted by the Fentons. But while taking down a GIW base with Dani, he finds his creators, who activate Zur En Arrh once more. Will Danny ever be free of Zur En Arrh? Can Dani save her clone template's clone template from her clone template? ...And how on earth are they going to figure out that complicated dynamic? Will Batman learn about his clone? How will he react?

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 1,053

Fandom: DPxDC

Beta reader: n/a, message me if you want to!

Danny is a clone of Bruce Wayne, whose Zur En Arrh alternate personality was brainwashed to kill Bruce. He spent a lone time free. But when he gets rebrainwashed, Dani must free him before Danny can kill Bruce. And after that, they must find a way to get rid of Zur En Arrh.

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Original Works:

(I've posted all of these on StoryForge, so the links all redirect there. If you don't have an account, you should make one; it's free, and the platform is helping small writers get published!)

Aegis

When one of the leaders of the world's top hero team crashes back to the ground after a fight, everyone assumes he's dead. There was no way he survived at the speed he was falling. Except he did. And he woke up in a crater, no memory of his past and one of the leaders of the world's most infamous villain team standing over him, reaching out a hand. What happens when an amnesiac hero whose friends think he's dead is found by a group of supervillains? Especially when those supervillains have more to their story than meets the eye...

Chapters: Prologue only, on hiatus

Words: 657

Beta read by people in the discord server for it, message me if you want the link!

(I'm writing out character backstories in full before I write out any more of Aegis, so the novel itself is on hiatus. Please note, I will likely be making an audiobook version of it myself once it’s done and posting it on like YouTube or something. But you’re still welcome to do your own version of it if you want! Ik some people love making podfics and some people read exclusively audio content so I wanted to clarify.)

Feather: Hero of Old

Feather was a well-known hero 60 years ago. So how did they end up on a modern-day superhero team? This is Feather's journey that led up to them joining the Order of Aegis.

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 3,758

Beta read by people in the discord server for it, message me if you want the link!

Backstory for Aegis character Feather

Aberration and Maximum Security... House Arrest?

Before he joined the Order of Aegis, Aberration had a... complicated past. Although, after living for over 2000 years, who wouldn't? However, the most complicated part of his past was the part where he got stuck in jail for 400 years and how that sentence got downgraded to maximum security house arrest after some time. This is the story of how that happened. Trigger warnings: serial killer, jail, graphic descriptions of murder, miscellaneous violence. See story description for ways to avoid the triggering parts

Chapters: 8/8

Words: 20,056

Beta read by people in the discord server for it, message me if you want the link!

Backstory for Aegis character Aberration

The Queens of Saveria

So, I got inspired by @theactorbat on TikTok and wrote a short story. It's a story about two women who are pulled away from their girlfriends and into an arranged marriage with each other. They come up with a creative solution to make sure everyone's happy (and no, the solution is not them mutually running away with the one they love), and they get to have a happy ending. If you like fluffy romance stories, give it a read!

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 4,293

Not beta read, and finished already, but if you have edits let me know! It's basically a first draft since I barely edited it.

This is a short story I wrote in response to a writing prompt. It's very much a rough draft but if you want a short cute queer story, enjoy!

Gavin Song and The Hunted

Based on this writing prompt: "The leader of a group of vigilantes" [note: I completely ignored the "leader" part of this prompt] "has to reveal who they were before they put on the mask to save their crew. But they know their crew will never see them the same way once they know..." (Writing prompt by @your_local_writer_friend on TikTok/Instagram.) A team of vigilantes known as The Hunted lost a friend of theirs, Gavin Song, a long time ago. But when they get their first lead on him in a decade, their most mysterious team member starts freaking out. Why, and how is he connected to Gavin?

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 9,419

Not beta read, and finished already, but if you have edits let me know! It's basically a first draft since I barely edited it.

A short one-shot vigilante superhero story based on a writing prompt!

Works in Progress:

Level Clear

Doomed time loop, kind of. Not finished yet, but I’m in the editing stage now!

Narrators Inc.

Work in progress (by which I mean I have maybe half a chapter and a vague direction for the rest of the story). Basically, it's a story where the narrator showed up late and is desperately trying to figure out what's happening while attempting to narrate the story

Vegaciel Academy

Magic school murder mystery. Credit to my high school friend group for helping create this story; we were all going to write it together and outlined the characters and plot together. The project ended up being abandoned, but I got everyone else's permission to write it myself because I like the idea so much. It's been a while since I worked on it but I think I finished a chapter? I'm not sure if I'll post the chapters one at a time or wait until I finish the whole thing

The Helmund Labs Incident

A massive, interconnected 4-person backstory for Aegis! To be posted soon.

Other Notable Things:

I'm beta-reading @batfambrainrotbeloved's fic The Drake's Spoiled Brat and I highly recommend it!! It's really good :)

I hope y'all enjoy the stories I have created/am creating! If you want to see the writing prompts that interest me that I might work on in the future, I'll keep reblogging those on my main blog, but I'm mostly planning to keep this blog for stories I'm actually in the process of writing.

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Probably unpopular opinion.. love agathario, but I don’t really care if Rio is in or is a prominent part of a potential season two of A3. I’m genuinely just here for Agatha.

[dlldior]

the day people start depicting sebastian as the goth/punk baddie he is in modern aus is the day the angels will get their wings back

[cannot-be-cyn]

orv fans 🤝🏻 kimcom: being greedy about kim dokja having a happy ending and living in the same house with his companions

[kedreeva]

Hey! So I've been following you since you posted a lot about good omens in 2019ish? I remember you talking about wing fics vividly, but I just want to ask:

How are you doing after season 2?

Good! I enjoyed season 2, and I look forward to seeing how things resolve in season 3.

I think there are a lot of folks upset about various things, for various reasons, a lot of which boil down to "the season didn't go how I wanted it to/thought it should go" or "the season didn't end wrapped up neatly like S1 did." Neither of which, imo, are fair judgments of a season that a) isn't that person's story and b) was meant to be a bridge not an ending. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, of course, and to their feelings, but I do wonder how many have taken honest assessment of those feelings and opinions.

In my opinion, it's unfair to claim a story is bad JUST because it didn't do what you wanted it to do. It's not a bad story just because characters didn't act how you predicted or wanted, either. Some of the responses I've seen hinge almost entirely on "but canon didn't do what fanon/I decided is best" usually with the caveat of "before I even saw the season" and that's... ignoble at best. It's fair to criticize poor storytelling, but I feel like you have to have the whole story, or most of it, to do that, and we don't have that. We're actually smack in the middle of the story, by my judgment.

This season was never meant to be The Whole Story, we have known for a long time that there is a season 3 planned (whether or not it's ever able to come to fruition is a separate issue, it has been planned since a long time ago). As such, I don't think it's fair at all to the story to be angry that the season didn't stop at a nice, neat, happily-ever-after, because this isn't the end of the story.

To quote one of my favorite authors, Peter S. Beagle: "Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story."

They cannot have a happy ending until they've fixed the problems, and even before the end scene there, problems abounded. The unicorns are still unrescued. It's still the middle of the story.

[no-where-new-hero]

what i love best about the fanfic mindset of "yes please give me many versions of the same trope" or "same characters in many tropes" is that its made me a lot more confident to just. write the same thing over and over and not be afraid of reusing the same motifs everywhere i go

[tikay21]

🐺Mayan Neetara

For you Sweetie @xshinx86 - i will love to see him acting ♥ > Story > Holy Wings by Shin hybrid - wizard/vamp

thanks to all for your creative work ♥♥♥

default skin @luumia facemask by @northernsiberiawinds eylashes by @kijiko-sims eyes - @pralinesims & seleng lips by @remussirion accessories - @pralinesims & @gorillax3-cc & simomo & liliili beard by @pralinesims hair by @o0corruptedghoul0o bodyhair by @s-club-tbrclub tattoo by @gossipgirl & @moonmoonsim poses by @helgatisha

clothing: @ashwwa @beto-ae0 @woosteru kleosims @wistfulpoltergeist @rona-sims mclaynesims @simdulgencemods @simmiev2

Mayan Neetara - Sim made by me @tikay21

[anto-pops]

you don't have to post this.

I'm just happy you nodded to how destructive that blog is. I'm glad to see some resistance to that blogs fucking existence.

I'm sorry anto. Parts of me is happy you've slightly moved on from HL just so that hopefully didn't barb you as bad as I'm sure "bitch of the blog" wanted it to.

Yes she self-submitted it. She does that with all her worst ones. It's for attention - and blatantly visible in her discord servers. Do not take it to heart.

I will post this because if you and I feel similarly about it, there’s bound to be others.

I’ll say it with my whole chest: that entire blog is a joke and an excuse for insecure, mean spirited people to harp on others. I blocked the entire page basically right at the beginning when I started seeing it pop up in my feed, but from what I gathered when my attention was dragged there by the anons in my own inbox, it’s full of people who:

A. Hate the game and all the characters

B. Are jealous of other creators and their success

C. Are too lazy to write their own stories yet have the gall to criticize other writers’ work

The fucking audacity to make a blog like that and defend the blatant bullying with “well we’re allowed to dislike things and have our own opinions” is so unbelievably lazy it’s not even funny. Nevermind the fact that there’s nothing anonymous about half the asks there— I could clearly tell who certain asks were referring to. Maybe the whole thing started with a few harmless polls (which is what I saw at the start) but it’s transformed into something so nasty that to defend it just leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Fuck that blog and fuck the people who feed into the toxicity.

[legobiwan]

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” Mario and Luigi.

(Completely 100% platonic. That last one can be them talking about things changing for them in the romance department, and worrying that's going to pull them away from each other. Just as an example. )

I decided to take this in a slightly different direction, anon :)

So, a bit of context. This takes place pre-SPM, but there's some foreshadowing in there, so probably a month or two before that whole series of events goes down.

While I know Luigi and Mario talk, we have evidence that Luigi keeps some things from his brother, mostly related to his more negative emotions, as shown in the diary scenes of Paper Mario 64. I kind of run a little bit with this idea here.

As to what Luigi is looking for in terms of love...I'll let you all decide. I'll say upfront that this is written as a purely platonic relationship between Luigi and Mario, and I know exactly who I am thinking of in those last lines, but that's - literally - another story.

Very little editing has been done here, caveat lector and all that jazz.

Also, poor Morel. He's trying. Probably too hard. You'll meet him soon.

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“Hey, Mario!”

The owner of the squeaky voice toddled up the path towards them, his small stature unbalanced by the large guitar strapped to his back, the neck of which seesawed with every step.

“Hi, there!” Mario greeted, the Toad letting out a small oomph as he half-collapsed against Mario’s side, hands on his knees, his ruby-red vest soaked with sweat.

Luigi really hoped the kid wouldn’t keel over this time. 

“Do - “ Morel panted, taking a large swallow before trying again. “Do you have a minute?”

At this point, it was part of their routine. He and his brother would decide to run an errand in the town, maybe check out one of their favorite spots. Let’s pick up some cherry juice from that cafe or Hey, how about we go to that market and see if the new sports equipment is in, his brother would say airily, as if it was going to be a quick thing, an easy jaunt into Mushroom Square and back home before the mail came.

These days, it was never a quick thing. Not with his brother around, at least. What had been maybe a weekly occurrence had exploded into a near-daily even, the denizens of the Mushroom Kingdom stopping to ask his brother for a picture, or an autograph, or even a piece of advice in relation to plumbing, mechanics, or even relationships. 

As if being the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom made Mario some kind of expert in psychology.

Of course, this meant everyday chores that would have taken no more than ten minutes in Brooklyn bloated into an all-day activity, his brother unable to turn down the beaming faces and adulation of the Mushroom citizenry. In the end, Luigi had taken full control over the majority of the domestic duties in their shared house, if for no other reason than the fact he could get to the market and back in a reasonable amount of time.

No one ever stopped Luigi to ask for advice. Not usually, and if they did, it was quick and usually in relation to either his brother or, oddly enough, King Boo, whose name had become as synonymous with Luigi’s as the whispered commentary of “coward” and “oddball” that trailed him like toilet paper stuck on a shoe.

Most of the time, the Toads wanted to know what it was like being trapped in the painting, what horrors he saw there, if it was the afterlife, or something similar. Luigi had given up on trying to correct them after the first few times, giving out uninspired answers like “dark and scary,” which seemed to both placate the Mushroom Kingdom residents’ thirst for grisly gossip and align with their internal schema for who they thought Luigi was. 

It didn’t matter, in the end. He had saved his brother. Twice. The health and safety of everyone involved was more important than his ego.

Of course, that didn’t stop him from occasionally daydreaming about King Boo attacking the Mushroom Kingdom, just so Luigi could prove a point

“You know, Morel,” Luigi said, shaking thoughts of Toads screaming for his help from his mind, “we were on our way to pick up some - “

“It’s okay, Lou,” Mario interrupted with a brisk wave. “Shop doesn’t close for another hour and I’m sure Morel won’t take too much of our time.

Luigi was sure the opposite would be true, but far be it from him to be the bad guy and tell Morel to come back later. His reputation in the Mushroom Kingdom was dicey enough as it was - he wasn’t to exacerbate things by being mean to a teen Toad.

As Morel and his brother talked, Luigi let his thoughts wander. He nixed their shopping list, weighing the pros and cons of raiding the back of the cupboard for whatever dregs of food they had left. He wondered if Mario even remembered who Morel was, watching his brother make the appropriate gestures and smiling widely, that glimmer of recognition absent in his brother’s expression. He couldn’t really blame Mario, not for that. How many times can you be asked for an autograph or advice before all those faces blurred together? Even Luigi couldn’t always keep them straight, and he had a lot more time to quietly observe and register his brother’s admirers. 

Morel, however, was not to be forgotten. The last time he had accosted them, he had wanted to show off one of his many creative endeavors, this time an hour-long, abstruse interpretative dance performance that was somehow supposed to help with diplomatic relations at an upcoming summit between the Mushroom Kingdom and the Yoshis. 

Five minutes in, Mario’s eyes had glazed over. Ten minutes in and three pirouetting Piranhas later, Luigi found himself mentally running over a table for standard thermodynamic values in select substances. Carbon was always the hard one. Way too many possibilities.

Luigi bit the inside of his cheek, bringing his attention back to the conversation.

“So Mario,” Morel unsheathed his guitar from his back, pulling a crumpled piece of paper with multiple strikeouts from his pocket. “Have you ever liked a girl? Like, liked like?”

Luigi choked down a laugh. The Romeo of Room 312. That’s what he had called his brother back in middle school, who pined after a different girl every week. Vanessa Tuccio, Jackie Galagio, Stephanie Rizzo. None of them gave his brother the time of day, Mario still being in that awkward stage where he hadn’t made up for his lack of height with an abundance of muscle, his voice teetering somewhere between squeaky laryngitis and the hoarse, nasal tenor of a common cold.

By the time they hit high school (and Mario’s voice had finally dropped), that all changed, his brother doing pretty well himself in the dating department, at least as far as Luigi could tell. They weren’t as close those years, with he and Mario at different schools, Luigi buried in a mountain of chemistry and physics textbooks while his brother hung out with his jock friends at a ratty gym on 86th Street. 

But he had taken a nice girl to prom. Had had a few breakups, some of them Mario’s fault. All what Luigi assumed was normal teenage stuff.

Not that he really knew.

Luigi had tried dating a few girls in high school, girls with long hair, glasses, and a religious devotion to the periodic table. Nothing ever went past the clammy hand-holding stage and one very awkward kiss over a smuggled bottle of cheap wine on the Coney Island boardwalk, each girl in question giving him a polite brush-off after a week or two, only to attach themselves to some other guy who somehow seemed to know how to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

Frankly, it was a miracle Luigi had lost his virginity at all by the time he graduated, his new-found, reckless courage bolstered by the death of his father and the whole shitstorm with the family business being ripped out from under their noses. He had barely finished senior year, whatever motivation he had once had to claw himself out of Bensonhurst and into Cooper Union whisked away once he was faced with the reality of being a seventeen year old orphan staring down a mountain of unpaid bills and a deceased father who may or may not have owed favors to the mob.

From that point onwards, he and Mario were focused on survival, on running a third-rate plumbing business out of a second-rate studio, Luigi elbows-deep in the guts of their father’s van more often than not, neither he nor Mario willing or able to shell out the cash for an actual mechanic. It was tenuous and relentless, and there was no way either of them had the energy or capacity to think about something as banal as dating when creditors and loan sharks were breathing down their neck every five days.

And then - their lives had been turned upside-down once again.

The concept of dating in the Mushroom Kingdom was laughable, and Luigi had resigned himself to a monastic existence while they figured out a way back to Brooklyn. There were so few humans around and it was clear from the outset that there something was going on between his brother and Peach, even if it had never advanced beyond hugs that lasted a few seconds too long to be called friendly and doe-eyed glances cast across the long tables of the the palace dining room.

Which left Luigi the odd man out, a situation he was overly-familiar with in this new world, his brother the famous hero of the Kingdom and Luigi himself an afterthought, at best. And sure, he had met a few other human women - smart, funny, beautiful human women who seemed to like talking with him, who, against all odds, found him genuinely interesting. 

But despite his brother egging him on, Luigi couldn’t quite find the motivation to try and turn that friendly flirting into anything more. Sure, Daisy was amazing and a force of nature. And Princess Eclair had been utterly captivating, to the point where Luigi wondered if she was some kind of enchantress. But for all of that, there was something missing, something he couldn’t quite make fit, a niggle in the back of his brain with his father’s voice, telling him to hit the gym, to put down his books and stop wearing those colorful socks or else he was going to get a reputation - the kind of reputation that ended with a fist in your face in a Brooklyn Heights Promenade bathroom.

There was something else, something more he wanted. But he was damned if was going to find it in the Mushroom Kingdom, and with the likelihood of them ever getting back to Brooklyn diminishing with each passing year - well, those monks didn’t have too bad a life, right?

“Okay, okay, are you guys ready?” Morel had sat himself on a small boulder, motioning for Luigi and Mario to follow suit. With his audience in place, the teen Toad strummed a few chords on his guitar, reaching up to adjust the tuning, then strumming again, then tuning, a process which took at least five minutes. Luigi was no musician, but even he was pretty sure Morel was just stalling at this point.

“Alright,” Morel sighed, breathy. “So, there’s this girl, right? And she’s really pretty. And I want to impress her, like, really impress her. She’s all into this band,” Morel’s face twisted, “Lion’s Mane and their front Toad is super cool and good-looking. I figure I can win her over if I show I can sing just as good as him, if I can write my own songs and everything! So here we go.”

Morel straightened, his small fingers digging into spaces above and below the frets. He took a large breath from his nose, held it, and then began play.

“Please don’t let me be alone.

I’ll talk to you on the phone.

I lose my spores,

When you walk on through those doors.

I’m right here, okay?

Right on the Mushroom Way.

It’s my time to say,

Chanterelle, you’re so swell!”

With a florid movement, Morel ran his thumb over the strings for the final chord, a broken set of notes that reminded Luigi of a dying carburetor he once tried to fix in his racing kart. Next to him, his brother’s smile was plastered on so tight Luigi thought his face might break in two if he tried any harder. 

“So what do you think, Mario? Do you think Chanterelle will date me?”

His brother’s eyes went wide, Mario’s smile growing even larger as he drummed his fingers on the knee of his pants. 

“I think,” Luigi offered, taking pity on his brother, “you put a lot of effort into this and Chanterelle will certainly be…surprised.”

Morel bounced up and down on his heels. “Do you think she’ll feel the love in this song?”

Luigi side-eyed his brother, who looked about one misplaced word away from bursting out in laughter. A small, vindictive part of Luigi wanted to pop the perfect persona his brother had cultivated, wanted the image of the hero be brought down to the level of the man he knew his brother was.

But looking at Morel’s shimmering eyes, the open admiration glowing from his small body - Luigi knew wasn’t going to do that to him. 

“You’ve certainly shown us what love can look like,” Luigi said, diplomatic. “And sound like.” Like you need a mechanic, he thought.

Morel punched the air. “Yes! Oh boy! Thank you! Thank you, Mario, you’re the best! I’m gonna go find Chanterelle right now!” The teen toad scrambled to get his guitar on his back, setting off in the direction of the Town Center, looking back every few seconds to give enthusiastic waves.

Mario let out a small laugh. “Thanks for the save, bro.”

“Eh,” Luigi shrugged. “I didn’t say anything untrue. He certainly demonstrated what love could be.”

“I just hope she lets him down easy. It’s a rough age for that stuff, human or Toad.”

Luigi hummed in response, looking out over the emerald-green hills that dotted the path to the Town Center. It was probably a rough age for that stuff at any age, trying to navigate love - to know another person and let them know you. 

“Hey Mario. While we’re on the topic, what about you and - “

“Still want to go to the market, Lou?” Mario asked, the slightest tremor of panic in his voice. Luigi had been trying, without success, to get his brother to open up about the whole situation with him and Peach had been trying to get him to shed the persona that was slowly taking over his everyday existence. Not that Mario was being mean or deliberately distant. He was still his brother, they still talked together, laughed together, occasionally cried together. But Luigi still couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed. Something about the way Mario’s focus drifted every time they met up in Rogueport, or how he had come out of that painting the second time, vigorously shaking Luigi’s hand like he was running for political office. 

Luigi gave a silent nod, picking up his tote bag from the ground before following his brother’s lead, starting off in the direction of the town

Then again, maybe it was for the best. If Mario didn’t have to tell Luigi about his private life, then Luigi wouldn’t have to share his, wouldn’t have to get into the creeping insecurities and resentment that clouded parts of his existence in the Mushroom Kingdom. Wouldn’t have to explain that he didn’t know what love looked like, at least not the love he thought he was seeking, the part of him that craved understanding, with being known, unconditionally.

He had his brother. They were alive, healthy, and together. It would have to be enough.

[kaykishi]

so i played underworld office and weeelllll you could tell i enjoyed it

(if it excludes the ads)

klug and eugene are both very nerd-like extreme insecure

[scarlettriot]

★ Hello, all you wonderful people. I know it's been a pretty long time since I've posted any kind of story or fic update. The inspiration well has been suffering a terrible drought, and then this idea hit me pretty hard, and I decided just to see where it would take me. Story will get smutty so, no minors or ageless blogs. ★ The world is entirely my own as it is part of another piece of fiction I am writing, however, @twisteddaydreams1135 & @meggsngrits have been helping so much with ideas and plot, it's not even funny. Thank you guys for your continual help. I know I wouldn't even have started this if it wasn't for you two. I also pulled some inspo from the incredible fantasy audio series by Yuzuya. ★ Below I give you a little taste of what is to come. The story will heavily follow the BakuSquad as well as some other beloved characters from the series. I really hope you all enjoy ♡

When you woke up this morning, this wasn't quite how you imagined your day would play out. It started normal, a bit exciting even. You had the opportunity to aid two travelers in locating information regarding some dragon clans, which just so happened to be your area of expertise.

But, you thought when they walked down the library's grand marble staircase and out into the crowded evening streets, it would be the end of the day's excitement. Truth be told, even if you were a senior librarian, nothing too thrilling ever really occurred within the city limits.

All of that changed just a few hours later.

Never in your life had your heart raced quite this fast. Then again, you'd never been running for your life before. Hand in hand with the very loud, and grouchy blonde you'd helped earlier in the day. Footfalls pounding against the cobblestone road in sync with each other, propelling yourselves forward, keeping just ahead of the six hunters that had cornered you not minutes before.

He pulled you through the city you'd always called home, the one you'd never left, making sharp turns down alleyways and cutting across roads without so much as a second thought. Anything he could think of to get them off your trail, he was trying, and yet nothing deterred them.

You were nearing the city limits. And it was only a limit because it was a cliffside. A massive one at that. Standing high above the sea with its unforgiving waves hundreds of feet below.

“When we get to the ledge, don't slow down. Just keep running and jump.”

Just when you thought it would burst, your heart sped up even more. He was insane. He had to be.

“Are you mad? That's a cliff, you know! We'll die!”

“Don't argue! Just do it!”

Before you could blink or hold him back, his free hand flung out behind you both, and magic exploded outward from his palm in a brilliant display of light and sparks that had citizens screaming and debris scattering in every direction. But, it afforded you time. Just precious seconds to create enough space between you and the hunters.

The ledge was a few meters away, there was no going back now. “JUST JUMP!” He screamed, and another blast went off powerful enough to launch the two of you right over the edge, and then you were free-falling through the open air.

Your stomach lurched, and your heart lodged itself in your throat as the wind tore through your hair and stung your skin like a thousand tiny needles. You had a death grip on the blonde's hand and just waited for the icy waters below to swallow you whole, but no chill came.

One moment you were falling, and the next, you were flying. Your body connected with something hard as the man held you in place. “Get up here. Can't have ya fallin' off.” You opened your eyes to see two massive ebony wings, dragon wings, carrying you away from the only home you'd ever known...

[metvmorqhoses]

Hi! I never read the original trilogy before watching the show, only the crows books, but I agree with a lot of what you’ve said about Alina & Aleksander. It’s obviously a cruel and poorly fitting match. May I ask what kind of person you think would truly match Aleksander better?

So, here is the deal: while the right answer to this question might appear pretty obvious, since pretty much everyone in the fandom agrees that Aleksander deserves an equal, I have to confess that I've always found a big flaw in this otherwise, well, flawless reasoning.

Albeit I obviously agree with everything you said about Alina's (especially show!Alina) lack of... personality (to express it kindly), I think dismissing the general concept of book!Alina, at least in the way she should have been written had her writer any sense of artistic potential, might actually be a dire mistake in the proverbial grand scheme of literary things.

I'll explain.

It's indeed pretty easy to sketch out Aleksander's ideal match. He himself would tell you he'd need a mirror image of who he is in order to finally, finally, feel complete: someone to match him in power, but above all in his understanding of power; someone to match him in immortality, but above all in his experience with it; someone who shares his predatory eagle-view on existence and therefore sharp-sighted enough to look in his same direction and see the same clash of colors in dawns and sunsets turning morality and philosophy unforgiving black.

In short, Aleksander would need someone who shares his unique condition, but most importantly having already lived through each and every single stage of it (the same despair, the same fear, the same loneliness) and therefore being someone who just gets what it means, what it feels, to be him.

There's no doubt in my mind this is what the Darkling dreamt about in the dead of night, what he prayed for before actually finding the Sun Summoner. He prayed she had been out there all along somehow, each year he himself had existed, going through the same centuries of unforgiveness, of solitude, of horror, through the same desperate quest for an equal, for him, just as he had been looking for her, all that time, all along.

I've seen many amazing people believing this very same thing while exploring the possibility in both meta and fanfiction, and I absolutely get where they are coming from. But I'm afraid I have to disagree. As poets say, there's a huge difference between what someone thinks they need and what they actually do need.

Aleksander's perfect match should indeed be his mirror image, but the mirror image of the boy he once was (the boy who was in love with "all the colors one cannot see in the dark", the one who was moved by the mere idea of companionship and intimacy, who was brave enough to risk his own life for the sake of a little girl he had just met), and not of the eternal and lost creature he had become, no matter how shocking the mere notion would be to him.

Aleksander would need a person who reminds him of the unspoiled self that was torn away from him, of his original unmarred idealism, his profound appreciation for living before he became a mere stubborn and bitter habit, of the humanity he was forced to shed. And, above all, Aleksander would need to be able himself to perform this act of saving, protecting and cherishing this twin heart for the sake of that heart of his no one had cared to save in time.

I think seeing himself, his truer, unspoiled self, in his equal and being able to shield her from everything he endured, as a single beam of light in endless oceans of darkness, would be virtually the only thing able to save him in turn, finally giving his life a meaning no war nor time could steal away from him.

And this is precisely why I think the concept of Alina had real literary potential, had it been used wisely, because Alina was supposed to be exactly that - an Alexander who can still, materially, be protected, saved, someone with the strength of not treding her own humanity for comforting numbness and disillusion, not even while crushed by the weight of eternity, and, in doing so, allowing him to be human and bearably so for the first time in his eternal detached yet still excruciating exististing.

It's a pity, because at fleeting times both books and show did touch on this very topic, almost giving in, only to idiotically shy away from it for reasons that will always be beyond me.

[bloomingdarkgarden]

Elain Confronts Rhysand

Snippet of the confrontation between Rhysand and Elain regarding Azriel, coming up in a few chapters. In the second half of this story, Elain is going to find some hellish agency and I can't wait for her thorns to come out.

Violet eyes met her own in a calculated calm laced with power.

“What I did,” Rhysand responded slowly, “was for the safety of this court. For the safety of you yourself-” 

Elain unleashed herself.

“You know NOTHING of me” she cried out across the room, her voice piercing the silence of the hall. It rang out clear and high.

“- of what tethers me to this realm.”

Feyre's hand moved to cover her mouth her shock, in response to hearing such a sound from Elain.

“He was my friend” The honesty, the emotion, in her tone, rippled through the room. Elain’s voice began to break at that thought, at the loss, at words never spoken.

“He was the only one, of all of you who saw,” the confession spilled out of her, the first time she had ever admitted it aloud. To Azriel. To herself even.

“He saw what I was,” she did not falter,

“Beneath it all, beneath the nightmare cauldron Made me into, he saw- ” she threw a wild hand behind her towards the shadowsinger.

Elain took in a great shaking breath, and brought her hand back to clutch her own heart.

“He found me in my darkest hour, and every day, every moment with him, brought me to light.”

She knew what she would say next. She looked into Rhysand’s violet eyes and pushed true intention into her gaze.

“You know what it is to share that with another.”

Elain turned her eyes to Feyre’s face, tears brimming her sister’s grey eyes as she listened, pain laced there.

Yes her gaze whispered to her sister, this hurts this hurts anyone who has ever felt such a thing.

Rhysand’s violet eyes finally flashed with a trace of quiet realization.

Elain could feel her voice breaking with emotion but she didn’t care.

“He was perfect to me,” almost a whisper,

my lovely, fragile, lethal belladonna

“and you took him from me like a thief in the night”

Rhysand parted his lips to say something but the loneliness and need and want that lingered within her for a year shook the walls.

“I have asked for nothing, nothing from anyone in all my life,” a breath, "except to have my own choice.”

The deafening need in her voice, the truth in that statement, that request, and how little it was to ask, hit Elain like a jolt to the heart. She felt it ring true throughout the room, and ache in the eyes of her entire family.

“It was the truest thing I have ever known” she whispered, knowing they could all hear.

“And you took it from me and made every moment ash in my fingers.”

Tears fell down her cheeks. Each one fell heavy, each weighted with truth. Elain could feel herself unravelling. But she would not break, not now with it all on the brink. So instead of unravelling, she steeled herself and allowed something cold, something like pity, to replace the sorrow in her eyes.

“how very little of love you must know to do such a thing." she said quietly.

Rhysand’s violet eyes guttered out and Elain knew she had won the battle.

How easy it was Elain thought in that moment.

How easy it was to bring a High Lord to his knees, not with any magic, not with any weapons, but with only the trueness of her own unblemished heart.

What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by ehoney on AO3

Multi-Chapter, Canon-Compliant, Updated every Monday.

[theveniceangel]

Tom And Jerry In Monster Mayhem, Chapter 1.

*Our story begins on a dark full moon night , we hear the bloodcurdling howls of a wolf as we see the twisted trees of a dark, spooky forest*

*At that moment, we see a timid bluish gray cat, with light gray patches on his stomach and face, and white patches on his paws and muzzle walking through the woods, he has a look of fear on his face*

*He looks around the area aimlessly as he walks the dark path of the forest*

*We then hear a distant voice*

???: Tom..

*The cat's ears perk up at this and he starts looking around*

???: Tom...

Tom: Huh..?

*As he looks around, he sees a hill in the distance*

*He gasps and runs towards it*

*As he runs towards the hill, the voice gets louder*

???: Tom...!

*Upon reaching the hill, Tom sees a black cat with gray paws, and a pink bow standing at the top of the hill, they have their back turned to him as the light of the full moon shines on them*

*Tom's eyes go wide in surprise upon seeing them*

Tom: ...Peony..?

Peony: ...Tom...

Tom: Peony!

*Tom quickly runs towards Peony, he breathes heavily as he rushes up the hill*

*As he gets closer to her, he starts to slowly approach her*

Tom: Peony...?

*He reaches his hand towards Peony as she slowly turns towards him, her blue eyes glisten in the moonlight as she looks at him*

Peony: Tom..!

*They smile at each other as they take each other's hands*

*Tom puts his arms around Peony's waist as Peony puts her hands on Tom's shoulders*

*The two start to participate in a slow dance as a hauntingly beautiful song echoes throughout the area*

*They lovingly stare into each other's eyes as they continue their dance*

*They smile and nuzzle each other's noses*

*As they continue to stare into each other's eyes, Peony's eyes start to change, they become purple, glassy and lifeless*

*Tom gets a worried expression on his face*

Tom: What the-?

*Peony gets a nervous expression on her face*

Peony: Tom..?

*At that moment, darkness starts to surround them*

*Peony stares at Tom in fear*

Peony: T-Tom!?

*At that moment, the darkness starts to engulf her*

*Tom stares at this in horror and tries to grab her*

Tom: No, No! Peony! PEONY!! *He shouts in horror and devastation*

*But it was no use, before you know it, Peony vanished as she was pulled into the darkness*

*Tom starts to hyperventilate, he starts clawing at the darkness, trying to get her back*

Tom: No, no! No please no!

*He then hears a villainous laugh, mockingly echoing throughout the area*

Tom: Who’s there?! C’mon out!

*the cackling continues, but the source of the sound does not reveal itself*

Tom: Gimme my girl back!

*he charges forward, trying to follow the sound*

*He desperately searches around the area, but he can't seem to find the person laughing*

*The laughter continues, seemingly mocking the poor cat at this point, this angers him*

Tom: I swear, I don't know who you are, but if you don't give me my girl back, I'll-!

*At that moment, lightning flashes through the area, accompanied by the roaring sound of thunder*

*Tom jumps up in fear and yowls*

*As he's breathing heavily, he suddenly hears a fearful cry in the dark*

Peony: Help!! Somebody!!

*Tom's ears perk up upon hearing this*

Tom: Peony!? I’m comin’!

*He immediately rushes away, trying to find his beloved*

Peony: Help me!!

Tom: Peony, where are you!? *He shouts in a desperate tone*

*As he's running, the lightning flashes again, only this time it appears to be brighter than before*

*The bolt strikes a tree, knocking it to the ground, inches away from Tom*

*Tom shouts in fright upon seeing this and jumps back, his fur standing on end*

*While he's taking a moment to catch his breath, he sees a bright light in the distance*

Tom: Huh..?Peony: Help me!!

*With narrowed eyes, Tom follows the light and his girlfriend’s terrified screams*

*The lightning flashes again, this time brighter than the last*

*He manages to reach the light, but what he sees shocks him to his very core*

*Right in front of him is a silhouette of Peony, only it appears to be made out of electricity, his eyes go wide in shock*

Tom: Peony..?

Peony: Tom!

*The silhouette tries to reach out to him, as it does this, a large claw mark appears on her chest*

Peony: Tom, help me!! *She screams at the top of her lungs*

*We then cut to a different scene, Tom screams in fright as he sits up**As he's breathing heavily, he looks around to find himself in what appears to be a sleeping area*

Peony: Tom..?

*He shouts in fright and immediately turns his head*

*When he does this, he sees Peony lying next to him with a look of concern on her face*

Peony: Are you ok?

Tom: *pants heavily* N-no. I had a bad dream.

Peony: Oh dear, what was it about?*Tom is trembling all over*

Tom: We were together. W-we were so happy, but then…you just…disappeared.

Peony: Disappeared, how could that be?

*Tom clings to her*

Tom: I don’t know, but whatever it was, I’m just glad you’re here with me now.

*Peony smiles and hugs him*

Peony: I'm glad you're here too, Tom…and I promise you, I will never leave you, no matter what happens, I'll always be with you..

*A smile appears on Tom's face when he hears this*

Tom: Thanks Honey..

*At that moment, another voice chimes in*

Jerry: Hey, can you keep it down!? Some of us are trying to sleep! *He says while standing in the doorway with a pillow in his hand*

*Tom rolls his eyes at this*

Tom: Fiiine..

*Peony giggles at this, she then kisses Tom on the cheek and his mildly annoyed expression softens*

Peony: Goodnight Sugar, sweet dreams.

*And with that, she lays back down on the bed*

*Tom blushes with a small smile and he curls back up, purring*

*We then cut to the next morning*

*We see Tom still asleep on the bed, snoring with a “honk-shoo”*

*Suddenly, a visible stream of scent makes it's way into the room and his eyes flutter open*

*He sits up and the aroma is powerfully appealing enough to make him float into the kitchen*

*Upon entering the kitchen, he is greeted to a beautiful looking breakfast on the dining table, a breakfast consisting of pancakes with syrup, scrambled eggs, toast and jam, and bacon, lots of bacon*

*The spread reflects in his eyes as he licks his chops*

*At that moment, Peony comes into the room, holding a pitcher of orange juice*

Peony: Oh! You're awake! I was wondering when you'd wake up.

Tom: Mornin’, Peony! That spread looks great!

*Peony giggles at this*

Peony: I made all your favorites, I would've woken you up earlier, but you were so cute, I didn't wanna disturb you.

*She walks towards the table and sets the pitcher of orange juice down next to the bacon*

Peony: Robyn and Mr.Helsing went out to get more garlic, but they said we don't have to wait for them, so um..dig in.

*She giggles a little, and walks away*

Tom: Well, don’t mind if I do!

*He grabs some toast, only to do a double take when he realizes Jerry is already clinging to it and eating it*

*Jerry smirks at him*

Jerry: You snooze, you lose.

*Tom glares at Jerry when he says this and tosses the toast and Jerry over his shoulder, causing Jerry to fall into the trash*

*Jerry crosses his arms as he sits on the floor of the trash can*

Tom: That’s where ya belong, ya rat!

Jerry: Hey, there’s a difference between a mouse and a rat!

Tom: I see no difference when it comes to you.

*Jerry crawls out of the can in a huff*

*Tom takes another piece of toast and covers it with jam, he then puts it on a plate before eating it rather messily and getting his fur coated with jam*

*He then starts grabbing pieces of bacon, as he's doing this, Jerry starts making his way towards the top of the table*

*Jerry takes a pancake and starts to drag it across the table, only to stumble and the pancake ends up covering him like a blanket, so Tom snickers at him*

*Annoyed by this, Jerry grabs the syrup and squirts Tom in the face with it*

Tom: Hey!! You asked for it!

*He grabs a piece of bacon and throws it at Jerry, only for Jerry to leap out of the way*

*At that moment, Tom and Jerry are treated to the scream of a certain cat*

*Tom and Jerry immediately look to see Peony standing with bacon on her face*

Peony: What is going on here?!

*She puts her hands on her hips*

*Tom smiles nervously*

Tom: H-Hey Honey..

*Jerry points at Tom*

Jerry: He started it!

*Tom stares at him in offense and shakes his fist*

Tom: Why you little-!

Peony: Boys! Knock it off! It doesn’t matter who started it, I want it to end!

*Tom practically shrinks in his seat when she says this, he stares at her like a sad puppy*

Peony: Now! I want you two to get cleaned up. Do I make myself clear?

Tom: Yes Honey..

*He trudges off with his head hanging low*

*Jerry snickers at this, only for Peony to glare at him with the scariest look in her eyes*

Peony: And that goes for you too, Jerry. *She says in a stern tone*

*Jerry’s smile quickly fades and he darts off*

*Peony pulls the bacon off of her face, she lets out a somber sigh*

Peony: I sure do wish those two would get along better..

*She then takes a bite out of one of the pieces of bacon and appears to brighten up somewhat; her cooking is great as usual*

Peony: Mmm! That's really good.

*She walks towards the sink and grabs a rag*

*She soaks it with water and starts washing her face*

*Tom soon returns, still looking ashamed*

Tom: Sorry ‘bout this, Honey.

*Peony turns her attention towards Tom, still looking somewhat annoyed*

*Tom once again stares at her like a sad puppy*

*Peony lightens up at this and a smile appears on her face*

Peony: Aww..

*She walks towards Tom and gently pets him*

Peony: You know I can't stay mad at you, Sugar..

*Tom feels a bit better from hearing this and his droopy ears perk back up*

Tom: Phew, that’s good to hear.

Peony: But, I do still wanna talk about this.

*Tom's smile fades upon hearing this*

Peony: Now, I know that Jerry can get under your skin, and I understand that, but you have to remember, we're all a part of Mr.Helsing’s team..You and Jerry need to learn to work together.

Tom: He doesn’t always make it easy, y’know. *He says in a reluctant tone*

Peony: I know this, believe me, there's been many times where I wanted to scold him for messing with you, but…

*She takes a deep breath and sighs*

Peony: There'll be times in life where you can't let grudges get in the way of the task at hand. Can you please try to put your grudge aside..for me?

*Tom takes a deep breath and sighs*

Tom: Ok..

Peony: Thank you.

*She gently places her hands on his face*

Peony: I believe in you both.

*She kisses Tom on the forehead*

*Tom smiles at this, he purrs gently*

*At that moment, they hear the door open*

*They turn to see Robyn and her father standing in the doorway, holding grocery bags in their hands*

Peony: Welcome back.

Robyn: Hey guys!

*Their expressions changed into expressions of shock when they saw the mess on the table*

Mr.Helsing: What happened here?

Tom: Now uh..I know this looks bad, but in my defense..Uh..

*He starts looking around, thankfully to see Jerry come out of the bathroom, cleaning himself with a towel*

*Jerry's expression immediately changes upon seeing Robyn and Mr.Helsing, he gets visibly nervous*

Jerry: Robyn! Mr.Helsing!

*He gets a nervous grin on his face*

Jerry: I uh.. wasn't expecting you to be back so soon!

*Tom goes to say something, but he then looks at Peony, who has a saddened expression on her face*

*Tom then takes a deep breath and sighs*

Tom: It…was me. I started it. I’ll fix that if you want me to.

*Peony smiles at him*

*Jerry stares at him in shock*

Mr. Helsing: Hmm. At least you’re willing to own up to it. Better get on it then.

Robyn: Need any help?

Tom: No no, it's my mess to clean.

*He rubs the back of his head as he looks away in shame*

Peony: Oh nonsense! We'll help anyway. Even you, Jerry.

Jerry: Wait what!?

*Peony then gives him the same terrifying stare she gave him before*

*Jerry's body turns white in fear*

Jerry: Ok ok! I'll help!

*he rushes off and gets some paper towels*

*Tom snickers at this*

*At that moment, Mr.Helsing hears the phone ringing*

Mr.Helsing: Oh, I'll get that.

*And with that, he walks away*

*Peony kisses Tom on the cheek*

Peony: Thanks Sugar.

*Tom blushes and smiles at this*

Tom: Anytime Honey.

*As Mr. Helsing listens to the person on the other end, his eyebrow raises as he becomes more intrigued*

Mr. Helsing: I see. We’ll be on our way.

*He hangs up*

Mr. Helsing: We just received a case from Transylvania.

*The gang stares at him in surprise*

Robyn: Transylvania!?

Mr. Helsing: That’s right. There have been sightings of Frankenstein’s monster.

Peony: I-I thought that was only a story!

*Tom turns his attention towards her*

Tom: Peony, we're literally monster hunters..

*Peony blushes and giggles awkwardly*

Peony: Oh…right.

Robyn: Isn't Transylvania the home of some of the world's most frightening monsters?

Jerry: Ah, monsters don't scare me! I deal with much bigger creatures all the time! Remember the time I handed Tom’s butt to him when he messed with Nibbles?

Tom: Don’t remind me.

Peony: You did what? *She says in a tone of disbelief*

*Tom immediately gets nervous upon hearing this, and immediately hugs her to calm her down*

Tom: Um, uh…I apologized for that long ago.

*Peony smiles and purrs as she hugs him back*

Mr. Helsing: Pack your bags, everyone, we must go soon.

Robyn: Ok Daddy!

*And with that, she runs off to go pack*

Peony: Oh I can't wait to go to Transylvania! Oh! What bow should I wear? Should I wear my purple one? No.. Maybe I'll try on my blue one! No.. I wore that for our last case, maybe I'll-

Jerry: What, you think the paparazzi’s gonna be there? Make up your mind already.

*Peony gets a shy look on her face upon hearing this*

Peony: I'm sorry..

*Tom glares at Jerry*

Tom: Jerry!

Jerry: What?

Tom: *looks back at Peony lovingly* Don’t listen to him, Honey, you’re a beaut no matter what you wear.

*Peony smiles at this*

Peony: Aww, thanks Sugar. I'll just wear my pink bow, it's my favorite anyway.

*And with that, Peony walks away to pack*

*Tom watches her leave with an enamored look on his face*

Jerry: You two are so sweet, it makes me sick.

Tom: *still smiling dreamily* Ah, go soak your head.

*Jerry rolls his eyes and walks away*

*Tom let's out a heavenly sigh*

Tom: I love that girl..

*And with that, he walks away to pack*

(To Be Continued)

Credit to my sister, CanyonCoyote on DeviantArt, she and I are writing this story together, and I really hope you'll enjoy it as more chapters come out.

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Outtakes

We start with Vlad. He's so beautiful when he smiles.

Kiyoshi's outfit is too cute! The little skulls on the shirt and on the back :3 (And how cute and beautiful they all are on the photo)

Taken out because Ji Ho was a bit to cheerful for a goth ;)

Saiwa looking longingly at Jeb's photo... And Vlad is sulking because there is no photo of him and Ji Ho together ^^'

Kiyoshi started to run around, I told him to sit down again - then he undressed and wanted to lay in the coffin we used as table... (I didn't even know non vampires can do that?)

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